#eddie munson x female original character

[iliaclwrites]

everybody’s talkin’ up a storm (act like they don’t notice)

summary: The one where the boys don’t know that Eddie Munson is dating the pretty assistant librarian that always helps them out. Dustin has a crush on her. Mike thinks it’s fake. Erica just wants to get home to watch Thundercats. 

“Uh, Eddie?” Lucas started, voice small. “Do you have someone over?” 

Eddie blinked. “Uh. Just my girlfriend,” he said flippantly, tossing himself onto the sofa and taking a slow drag of his cigarette. “Keep it down for a while, would ya? She had a long night.” 

There was silence. 

“Your what?”

warnings: none! wholesome fluff here lmao. a lot of d&d references -- curse of strahd is a banger

“You kids okay?” you asked, setting down the collection of Tolkien books they’d recalled from the front desk. “Fresh out of the returns bin, I thought I’d better bring them over here before I reshelved.” 

“Thanks,” Lucas breathed, grabbing the top one from the pile and hauling it open. He’d always liked you. You’d started as assistant librarian two years ago, and had always had a soft spot for them, wheeling them straight to the fantasy section when they’d stumbled in as wide-eyed kids on their first day. 

“Now, what’s all this about?” you asked, leaning over to read Dustin’s notes. “Book report? I didn’t think Fellowship was on the syllabus.” You pressed one manicured nail to the paper. “You’ve spelled Lothlorien wrong, honey.” 

“You’ve read The Lord of the Rings?” Dustin demanded, his hair flouncing as he peered up at you from his book cavern. “Really? What’s your favourite book? Favourite character?” 

You laughed. “The Two Towers, and Faramir,” you said, and chewed on the edge of your thumb. “Pippin is a close second, though. Are you guys just in a book club?” Your eyes lit up as you took a seat next to them, leaning forward conspiratorially. “Can I join?” 

“It’s not a book club,” Mike said, and chewed his mouth a moment, obviously debating admitting something. “We’re doing research for a Dungeons and Dragons campaign.” 

You stared at them. “You’re in Hellfire?” you asked, and then pulled their notes over to you, nodding at the numbers you saw. “Ah. That makes sense then. Yikes. Five charisma, Lucas, really?” 

Lucas yanked his notes back as Dustin’s mouth fell open a little bit more. If that were possible. “You play D&D?” he asked, voice going shrill. 

“Dustin, honey, this is a library,” you said, pressing your index finger to your mouth. 

“I’m sorry,” he said sarcastically, and lowered his voice to a stage whisper. “You play D&D? You know about Hellfire?” 

You snorted, and twisted in the seat, looking very unlike the prim and proper librarian you had been moments ago. The way you were lounging sparked something in Lucas’ brain, something familiar, but he pushed it down. “Do I know about Hellfire,” you muttered, shaking your head. “My brother was the first DM.” 

That caused an absolute uproar. Their pencils flew about the room, papers shoving, and you tried to no avail to calm them down. You could feel the gaze of Mrs. Leibniz, head librarian, burning into the back of your skull. 

“Boys, boys,” you said, waving your hands. “Okay, Jesus Chr– yikes,” you corrected lamely. “One at a time, one at a time.” 

“What did you play?” Mike asked. 

“Do you still play?” That was Lucas.

“Do you want to come to Hellfire?” Dustin, sweetly, hopefully. 

You smiled at them, twirling a pencil as you cast your mind back. “God, back in the day? I think my character in my Hellfire days, before I was a DM, was an Elven rogue,” you said, nodding as it came back to you. “Tinuviel, of the Woodland Realm. She was such a knockoff Eowyn it’s kind of a wonder Tolkien never sued. I do still play, a little, when my brother has the time to do a oneshot. I can’t come to Hellfire, it clashes with my shifts. Satisfied?” 

The boys nodded, and you smiled at them firmly, glancing down at a sheet of paper. There was a beat of silence, and then – 

“Wait, sorry, did you say you DM?” Mike said, twisting in his seat to look at you. 

You shrugged. “We had a rotating DM base back then,” you said, scratching the back of your head. Again, the motion pinged something in Lucas’ skull, but he wasn’t sure what. “Once my brother left, I shared the year with Eddie Munson – you guys must know Eddie, right?” 

They nodded. You leaned forward conspiratorially. 

“I made him cry when he faced down Strahd.” 

“No way,” Lucas said, rocking back in his chair. Your hand shot out, slamming it back onto four feet before he would tumble. “Shit, I mean, dang. Sorry. But you made him cry?” 

You grinned, remembering it fondly. “Yeah,” you said, and Mike saw your librarian persona totally slip away in exchange for a totally feral smile. “He didn’t speak to me for a weak after he died. God. Good times.” 

“You’re crazy,” Dustin said, pointing a pencil at you, “and you’re everything we need.” 

You blinked. “Huh?” 

“It’s simple,” he said, pointing at the paper. “You can help us outwit Eddie. Run circles around him. You’ve almost definitely played Rahasia before. He won’t know what hit him!” 

You wrinkled your nose. “Dustin, honey, doesn’t that defeat the whole purpose of D&D?” you asked, and he shrugged. “You’re better off without me, kids. Just–” You stopped, looking up at them from under your eyelashes. “Does Eddie still do that thing when he DMs, where he, like,” you chewed your bottom lip, “starts singing?” 

“I hate the singing,” Mike groaned, and Lucas nodded in agreement. “He writes all these songs! And then he sings them! Sometimes with guitar!” 

“It’s great for worldbuilding,” Lucas said quickly, “but. It does go on for a bit.” 

You bit back a smile. “Some things never change.” 

Dustin shot you a quick grin. “We’re actually going to Hellfire after school today,” he said, “if you want to come with us? Break out that old Elf rogue.” 

You shook your head. “I’m a Halfling now,” you said, quirking up a smile. “Rindi, of the Shire. Master thief. Besides, it’d clash with my shifts. And then where would I be? You don’t think you guys are my only kids, do you?” 

With that, you stood up, leaning over to whisper, “If you’re playing Rahasia, make sure you’ve got a bone dagger on you,” before moving back to the reshelving trolley. “Good luck, boys! Tell Eddie I say hi!” 

++

“Hey Eddie,” Dustin chirped as he headed into Hellfire. “We bumped into an old friend of yours at lunch.” 

He quirked an eyebrow, munching on a sandwich from his backpack. “Uh-huh?” Eddie said, not really listening to him. “And?” 

Dustin shrugged, and looked at Eddie slyly. “Tinuviel says hi.” 

Eddie blinked, and swung his leg down from where he was sprawled across the chair. “You met my girl!” he crowed, throwing the sandwich down onto the table, sending bits of lettuce careening across the minifigures. “She’s a spitfire, that one.” 

“She’s the assistant librarian,” Mike supplied helpfully, and Eddie shot him a weird look. 

“I know,” he responded, furrowing his brows. “We’re literally on the same campus, like, all the time.” 

Mike flushed. That much was obvious. 

“Anyway, enough chitty-chatty,” Eddie said, and leant over the gameboard. “You last left Rahasia in the dark of the night, exhausted and weary from a skirmish…” 

++

“Hi,” Dustin said to you, meekly. You peered over at him from the books you were checking back in, locked up in a cavernous stack of AP Calculus texts and editions of Hamlet. “This is. This is kind of a weird question. You don’t have to say yes.” 

You shoved some of the books out of the way to look at him, and pressed your glasses up your nose. “Hey, everything okay?” you asked, gesturing for him to take a seat. “Take deep breaths, Dustin.” 

He shook his hair out. “Well,” he said, taking his hat off and holding it in front of him like a Regency era gentleman. “It’s my birthday next Saturday–” 

“Happy birthday,” you said automatically, and he shot you a nervous smile. 

“I was wondering. Well, we were wondering. Mike, Lucas, and me,” he clarified, “if you’d like to come over and play a oneshot campaign with us? I’m DMing for my birthday, and it’s my first time, and I’m kind of nervous. It’d be really cool to have more people in the party.” 

You winced. “Dustin, honey,” you said, and pulled another returned copy of Hamlet toward you. “That’s not really appropriate. I’m a teacher here.” 

He rolled his eyes. “You’re an assistant librarian,” he countered. “Plus, you know what you’re doing! It’ll be fun!” 

You scratched the side of your nose, glancing down and away from him. “Sweetie, I’m sorry. It’s against policy, I can’t just show up. I could get into a lot of trouble.” You shot him a smile, unhappy with how crushed he seemed to be. “Look, look, tell you what,” you said, pressing your thumb to your mouth and chewing at the nail as you scrawled out your shift timings. “If you meet me in the library on the days you don’t have Hellfire, I’ll help you with your oneshot, okay?” 

He brightened. “I get to hang out with you?” 

You blinked stupidly. “Uh. Yeah, I guess,” you offered, and shoved the paper toward him. “I’m kind of rusty, but I’ll see what I can do. How many are in the party?” 

“The usual Hellfire guys,” he said, “so four. Oh, and Lucas’ sister. So five,” Dustin said, and you nodded, wheels in your brain turning as you tried to think of a good campaign for them that’d be finished in time. “You’d really help me with this?” 

You grinned, and nudged his elbow with your pen. “Once in Hellfire, always in Hellfire, kiddo,” you said, and he shoved his bookbag down on the table. “Hey!” 

“You’re free now,” he said, pointing at the sheet, and started pulling reams of paper from his bag. “I was thinking, like, a desert campaign. You know. Caravans and camels, that sort of thing.” 

You bit back a fond smile, and watched as he laid out the bare bones of his first ever Dungeon Master session. 

“There you are,” said a voice, after nearly half an hour of you helping Dustin build the stats of his Lizardfolk NPC, and you grinned at the sight of Eddie Munson standing near the desk. “Dude, we thought you died. You’re gonna miss lunch. Heya, teech,” he added, winking at you. 

You smiled up at him beatifically, and pushed Dustin’s papers back toward him. “Hey, honey,” you said to Eddie, and glanced back at your desk. “You’re gonna do great, Dustin. Don’t worry about it, okay? You’re a natural.” 

“Can I come back?” Dustin said quickly, and Eddie glanced down at him in surprise. “Like. To work on the campaign. With you. Here. Or other places. So it’s perfect. You know.” He smiled again, and you sighed, rubbing your temples. 

“Of course you can, Dustin,” you said, and looked up at Eddie above Dustin’s head. “He wants me to help build out his birthday campaign.” 

Eddie grinned, and clapped his hands on Dustin’s shoulders. “And you’re enlisting my girl Tinuviel?” he asked, and Dustin smiled nervously up at him. “There have never been safer hands, my friend. This will be a campaign to remember.” 

With one hand on Dustin’s head, Eddie wheeled him out of the room, before turning around surreptitiously to blow a kiss at you. You jumped up from the desk slightly to catch it, nuzzling it softly, before biting down viciously at the fake kiss. Eddie gasped in horror, and shielded his eyes, parting his hands slightly to shoot you a wink before he vanished out the door. 

It was a few days of this, of Dustin appearing in the library at lunch with an apple for you in one hand and a binder in the other, as the deadline of his birthday loomed. You helped him take detailed note of his characters – who did what voices, where did people stay, what was a catchphrase you could use to slip into character. He was sweet. You understood why Eddie was so fond of him. 

“You’re gonna do great,” you told Dustin on the Friday, as he was packing his things up. “Seriously. I wasn’t this prepared for my first campaign. Just remember to keep your character sheets–” 

“Right where I can find them,” Dustin agreed, zipping up his backpack. “Thank you. I’m really sorry you can’t come.” 

You shrugged. “Policy is policy,” you said, and ruffled his hair. “Knock ‘em dead, champ.” 

++

“What do you mean we can’t use the room?” Dustin demanded, staring up at the custodian. “I booked it today! I need it!” 

The custodian shrugged, grimacing as he turned back to the door. “Pipe’s faulty in there,” he said, scratching under his chin. “We need to seal the area. Should be fine in the morning.” He paused. “You got stuff in there? We can get it out before it gets too wet.” 

Dustin groaned. “Party’s off,” he said, crossing his arms across his chest. “Unless you want to play an underwater level.” 

Mike sighed. The rest of Hellfire were gathered around the door, looking at it despondently. After a long moment of silence, Eddie turned to them, looking more serious than he ever had before. 

“Okay,” he said. “We can use my trailer–” They chorused a cheer, but he held up a hand. “Best behaviour, okay? We spent all week cleaning that thing up, and I can actually see my reflection in the countertops now, so if any of you fuck my hard work up I’ll rip your tiny little balls off.” He paused, and looked at Erica. “Or, uh. Lady balls.” 

“Freak,” said Erica. 

They piled into Eddie’s van, Dustin calling shotgun, as they careened down the road to Eddie’s trailer park. The windows were open to the trailer, and laundry was hung on the line, Eddie snatching a shirt from it as they walked in. Lucas stared at the pairs of bras dangling from the line. Hold the fucking phone. 

“Yeesh, yeesh, keep it down,” Eddie said, settling the kids down at his trestle table. “God, I never should’ve let you guys drink all that Coke. Sugar is bad for you, you know?” 

“You’re smoking,” Erica said bluntly, and Eddie nodded sagely. 

“That’s because I’m grown,” he told her. “I can do what I like.” 

Inside the trailer, Lucas froze. There was a pair of shoes by the door, heeled, small. He blinked. He knew those shoes from somewhere. “Uh, Eddie?” he started, voice small. “Do you have someone over?” 

Eddie blinked. “Uh. Just my girlfriend,” he said flippantly, tossing himself onto the sofa and taking a slow drag of his cigarette. “Keep it down for a while, would ya? She had a long night.” 

There was silence. 

“Your what?” Mike practically yelled, Dustin and Lucas joining. “Since when have you had a girlfriend? Why have you never brought her to Hellfire? What the hell–” 

“What the hell is going on?” 

Their heads snapped up to see you, standing blearily in Eddie’s doorway and rubbing at one eye with the cuff of Eddie’s shirt, hanging loose over your frame. Dustin screamed. You flinched, before pulling your hand from your face to stare at the group. “Uh.” 

There was a long pause. 

“You’re not wearing pants,” Erica said, helpfully, and you vanished back into the room with a squeak, before reappearing in a pair of shorts. 

“Eddie,” you hissed, and your boyfriend looked at you askance. “Why in the goddamn – cover your ears,” you barked at the kids, “everloving fuck are the kids in the house?” 

“That’s not the important question,” Dustin hissed. “What are you doing in Eddie’s trailer?” 

Eddie froze, his head darting between the two of you like a lost puppy. “Dude,” Eddie said, looking at Dustin in confusion. “She lives here.” 

“She’s your girlfriend?!” Mike demanded, staring at you in shock. You blinked the sleep blearily from your eyes, and head over to the counter, pouring instant coffee into a mug while shooting daggers at Eddie – he was mouthing, sorry sorry sorry. “The assistant librarian?” 

“Uh. Yeah?” Eddie said, his eyes jumping from each of the kids’ expressions. “You guys didn’t know?” 

“No, we did not know!” Dustin snapped, and you swallowed a tentative sip of coffee, coming out from the kitchen to stand by Eddie. “You never mentioned having a girlfriend!” 

“I’m pretty sure I did,” Eddie said, turning around to look at you. You were unimpressed. “I’m literally always saying, I gotta go see my girl, or hey that’s my girl.” 

“Oh,” Lucas said dumbly. “I thought that was about your guitar.” 

You snorted so hard you felt the coffee shoot up your nose. Dustin looked crushed. 

“My gui– You guys seriously think that looking like this, I hadn’t snatched up the prettiest girl in Hawkins High in my time?” Eddie demanded, tugging you by the beltloop of your shorts to come closer to him. “Guys. Come on. I was beating them off with a stick.” 

Your hand settled in Eddie’s hair, sleep still making you hazy. “You asked me out fifteen times, Munson,” you muttered, and he swatted at your scratching fingers. “One time you even wrote me a song.” 

“Shut up,” Eddie hissed. 

“But– we never see you guys together,” Dustin said, voice going slightly shrill at the end. He was alternating between staring at you, and then at Eddie, and then at you, over and over that you thought he’d get motion sickness. 

“I’m a librarian,” you said, not unkindly, coming to perch on the arm of the sofa as Eddie’s hand settling lazily across your thighs. “I can’t exactly come sit at the lunch table, Dustin.” 

“That checks out,” Lucas muttered to Mike, who was still taking in the scene. “Like. Damn. Uh. Congrats, I guess?” 

“Thank you,” Eddie said, sending you a genuinely happy smile before squeezing your thigh. “Sorry for the wakeup, Tinuviel. Hellfire flooded.” 

You hissed sympathetically. “Yikes.” 

“I’m sorry, this is great and all,” Erica said, and put her hands on her hips. “But are we ever gonna play this campaign? Because there’s an episode of Thundercats tonight, and I never miss Thundercats.” 

You bite back a laugh, and disentangle yourself from Eddie. “You guys set up. I’ll –” You glanced back at the kitchen thoughtfully. “Dustin, sweetie, do you like cake?” 

“Um.” Dustin blinked a few times. “Yeah?” 

“Then happy birthday. I’ll bake you one.” You smiled sweetly as you headed into the kitchen portion of the trailer, sipping your coffee thoughtfully as you heard the boys start to interrogate Eddie about the relationship. “Oh, and Dustin?” 

His head snapped up, sheepishly pulling away from where he was furtively whispering with your boyfriend. “Yes?” 

You winked. “Save me a seat. Tinuviel’s coming out of the woodwork.” 

++

(You and Eddie had met in middleschool, with his hair buzzed short and yours long enough to reach the small of your back. There was a copy of the Lord of the Rings that was two weeks overdue, after a lot of begging and pleading with Mrs Leibniz (Miss Franks, back then), she had finally released the culprit’s name to you. 

You shoved Eddie in the playground and demanded he return the book, standing on top of the sandpit in a blaze of righteous fury. 

Eddie asked you to be his girlfriend there and then. 

It took three years, ten campaigns, and one drunken proposal after prom night for you to finally say yes.) 

[neonghostlights]

The Three Exes of Eddie Munson Interlude 1: Rosie

Warnings: Alcohol, this is Eddie’s time with a female!oc that is not reader from the series.

Series master list here

“Eddie, wait up,” a melodic voice carried from behind him as he tried to get out of the venue as fast as humanly possible.

He allowed his steps to slow but didn’t completely stop.

Rosie paced up beside him, her blonde curls bouncing with every movement. She slid a hand through his, smiling as a staff member walked by with a clipboard and a bewildered expression.

“What are you doing?” Rosie muttered under her breath.

“I’m trying to go home,” Eddie said pointedly to her.

He was exhausted. He hated events, hated all of the pretending. He was ready to go home and relax without the eyes of everyone or Rosie hanging onto his every move.

Rosie wasn’t a bad person. He was sure in some way they could be friends. But being forced to pretend to love her for the sake of publicity was killing him.

He didn’t think he could love any one anymore. Not after he ripped out the heart of the one person he ever did love just so he could be where he was standing now.

Eddie bit back the bitter taste that rose to his mouth. It had been two years and the wound was still too fresh for him to dwell on. He wondered if there would ever be a day where the thought of you didn’t feel like a kick in the chest.

“You can’t go home,” Rosie urged, bringing him back to the present. “We have to go to the after party together, remember?”

“I’m going home,” Eddie repeated as he started to walk again, to his dismay she caught up.

“It’s in the contract-“

“Fuck the contract,” he bit out and didn’t miss the way Rosie’s face fell.

She didn’t deserve to be treated like this. She was stuck in the same bind he was. Dating the famous asshole rockstar just to get people to know your name couldn’t have felt good for the ego.

Eddie sighed. “I’ll go for an hour but that’s it.”

—

An hour can turn onto three when he starts to drink.

And he had been drinking a lot.

He found himself swaying to the loud music in the penthouse that he didn’t even know owner of. Rosie held onto him, both arms wrapped around his neck as he made a fool of himself in front of every eye there.

Before he knew it he was moving backwards, being pushed towards a quiet hallway.

Eddie didn’t argue as Rosie positioned him so his back was against the wall.

“I think I want to try this for real, Eddie,” she sighed so softly he almost missed it over the loud music.

Eddie laughed, an obnoxious chuckle that made Rosie flinch in surprise.

“Me and you could be good together if we really try. Aren’t you having fun?” Rosie tried again, playing with the neck of his shirt. She stared up at him with two big blue eyes, makeup still pristine despite the hours of partying.

All Eddie did was laugh again.

“I’m being serious. Stop laughing,” she pouted.

“I just think it’s funny that you think I could love you when you’re not her,” he hiccuped, words slurred by his intoxication.

Rosie’s face reared back like she had been struck.

Eddie’s laughs turned into breathless sobs as he fought to keep himself upright against the wall.

“Everything in my life is a fucking mistake,” Eddie said between cries.

Rosie, unsure of what else to do, called for someone to come pick them up and make sure that Eddie got home safely.

The next day she got out of their fake dating contract and Eddie couldn’t even remember why.

[warmaidensrevenge]

It's not a never.

Pairing: Eddie x best friend!Fem reader

A/N: Hey loves. Hope you all had a great week. Tonight's fic is part one of two. I hope all you like it. As always thanks for reading. Kay love ya byyyye.

I do not give permission for my work to be posted anywhere else. Please respect all creators. Also, all pictures and songs are from a Google search and found on Spotify. A credit to original posters and artists. Thank you for your work.

Word count: 3,045

Warnings: 18+ No minors please. Language, angst, sexual implications and not proof read.

Summary: New feelings? Yeah Eddie's got it bad.

Part 1

Eddie looked around the cafeteria table at his friends. “ Uhhhh you're joking…you gotta be joking…pfff that's hilarious.”

Everyone sat there in silence.

“ Guys? Seriously?! No way! No fuckin way!” He said, putting his hands up. “ Nope!”

He locked eyes with you and raised his brows. “ Common, you agree with me right?”

You averted your gaze to your lunch and shrugged. 

He looked at the imbecile that brought up the subject in the first place. “ You turned her against me!”

Gareth scoffed. “ Dude no. All I'm trying to say is that prom is like a highschool right of passage. I don't know about you, but I don't want to miss out.”

Eddie tuts and narrowed his eyes at him. “ Miss out on what exactly? Penguin suits?”

You answered his question. “ You guys don't have to wear tuxedos. You can wear all black. Like always.”

He shot you a look and you smiled at him.

He rolled his eyes. “ Okay how about shitty music?”

You answered again. “ They're bound to play something good.”

He gave snake eyes now to you and you stuck your tongue at him. 

“ Okay how about all of us are broke and we can't afford a limo?”

You opened your mouth to respond but he pressed his lips and widened his eyes at you.

Grant cleared his throat. “ Ehem. Well, you do have a van.”

Eddie licked his lips and looked at his lunch box. “ You guys are nuts. I'm admitting you all to Arkham…I-I can't believe you're trying to convince me to go to prom…Where the hell am I gonna find a date?”

“ Eddie, we're going together as a group. No dates.”

He looked up at you and you gave him a pout. God he hated when you did that. He could never say no when you put your lip out like that.

“Do you even own any dresses?” He asked sarcastically. 

When you beamed at him, he gave you a defeated look. You'd convinced him.

You smirked.“ Oh you'd be surprised what I have in my closet.” 

Eddie sat there and kept shaking his head while his friend talked about the plan for prom. 

…

He couldn't believe it. Eddie absolutely could not believe he was doing this. He was driving to a damn dance. It was the last thing in the world he thought he would be doing. Yet here he was. Pulling up to the last stop before prom. 

He lowered the music and parked in front of your house. He honked the horn and waited. 

A minute passes and he sees your mom open the door. She then motioned for them to come in.

Eddie sighed when he saw her waving a camera. This was not a night he wanted to remember. Or there to be any evidence of it ever happening. 

Everyone hopped out and walked to the house.

“ Oh my! You guys look sharp.” Victoria said, giving them each a hug.

Eddie grinned and gave her a warm embrace. “ Look who's talking. You look ravishing.”

Victoria playful slapped his chest. “ Oh you.”

“ Seriously Eddie? Dude, stop hitting on my mom.”

He turned his head to give you a smirk but instead his jaw nearly hit the floor. 

There was only one word to describe how you looked coming into the foyer in your off the shoulders black satin dress. 

Beautiful.

That word along with your name in the same sentence was not normal. Well other than him saying (That nat 20 was beautiful y/n.)

But now you are beautiful. Not that he thought you were ugly or something. It's just he never thought about that at all. 

You were just one of the guys. A kid that liked to ride bikes and wrestle with boys. A kid that didn't care if you got dirty or cried when you scraped your knee. 

You were one of his best friends and up until now, he never saw you as anything more. 

“ Stop gawking dude.”

Your comment woke him up from his initial shock.

“ Ermmm. Y-you clean up alright kid.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “ Gee thanks. I appreciate that. You don't look awful yourself. I see you pulled out your funeral attire.”

He looked down at his black short sleeve button up and his uncle's black slacks. Along with his white Reeboks. 

“ Well you did say-” he looked up and you turned around and went to say hi to everyone else. 

You always did that. Whenever he was gearing up to argue, you would walk away. It always irritated the living fuck out of him. However, right now all he could do was smile to himself. 

Before the group pictures you had gotten each of them a white rose to pin on their shirt. Eddie watched you smile happily as you and your mom put them on.

When it was his turn, his heart started to race. You were so close to him, he could smell your perfume. It was sweet and floral. Playful yet sexy. Something he could smell forever. He could just bury his nose in your neck and die happily. 

He shook off the intruding thoughts and focused on your hands. 

“ OUCH!” He hissed.

You pulled your hands away and looked up at him worriedly. He grinned and thought your forehead looked so cute when you pinched your brows together like that. 

He grinned. “ Just kidding.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and mumbled under your breath. “ You dick.”

He chuckled and apologized.

…

You guys were sitting at a table near the exit in the gym. Talking amongst yourself. Eddie would have complained how they have been there for half an hour and the DJ has yet to play a passable song. Instead, he sat there wondering if he should ask you to dance. Would it be weird? No one else asked you yet. And he didn't think Gareth or Jeff would. Grant maybe. Because he liked all kinds of music and loved to dance. And he had a secret crush on you.

But Eddie had to beat him to the punch. He needed to know what it felt like to hold you close. 

Just as his mind went haywire, he felt you tap his thigh and began spelling something out.

‘U- ok?’

He glanced at you and nodded. He always did like how you guys secretly communicated. He put his arm on the back of your chair and started writing on your back with his thumb.

‘Yeah- u?’

He kept his thumb pressed against your skin. Loving the warmth radiating from it and how smooth it was.

You wrote back. ‘Hungry.’

He looked down at your salad plate and it was empty. While cursing at himself for declining his salad that he should have given you, he searched around for more food. 

He leaned in towards you when he found some. “I'll be right back.”

He got up and went for a plate when someone sat down in front of the one he was eyeing. He sighed and went on the hunt for another. It took a few minutes but eventually he was able to sneak one.  When he came back he saw that you and everyone else at the table had a dinner plate already.

You grinned at him. “ I spoke too soon. But I'll totally eat that one too.”

He shook his head. “ I think all of us are gonna need 3 servings of this. With how much the tickets cost, they could at least give us more than an ice cream scoop of potatoes and a chicken wing.”

You agreed with him and offered to take them out for burgers after.

You guys were in the middle of eating when yours and his song came on. You immediately put down your fork and wiped the corners of your mouth.

“ Mhmmm. Okay! Let's go.” You said standing up. “ Let's do this.”

Everyone looked at each other and got up too. Except him. 

“ Muuunnnnsooonn.” You sang out, walking backwards towards the dance floor. “ Common. This is our song dude. We have to.”

He chuckled while you pretended to cast out a line and start to reel him in. 

He had no choice. He had to join and belt out the song with you. 

What's goin on!”

While grabbing his hand, you started swaying with him and the others. 

🎵

“ And so I wake in the morning and I step outside. And I take a deep breath and I get real high and I scream at the top of my lungs.

🎵

Eddie re-lived all the memories you and him had.

All the times he was bummed or sick. You would show up with food and sing that song. When you had a bad day at school or got anything less than a ‘A’ on an assignment, he would wrap his arms around you and rock you back and forth. Singing at the top of his lungs. Making you laugh like crazy. 

He liked hearing you laugh. Especially when you laughed so hard that you would let out a small snort. He also liked how your fingers felt, scratching his head when he had a headache. The way you hummed What's Up? always made him feel better. 

Even now, seeing you rock back and forth, singing your heart out. It made an alright night to one he'll never forget. 

…

A couple weeks went by and Eddie couldn't get you out of his head. After prom, everything went back to normal. Except his feelings. You weren't that kid anymore. You weren't just one of his best friends. 

In addition to being that, you were a girl who he wanted to hold. Maybe kiss and have sleepovers. Well, a different kind of sleepover than he was used to. 

He tried so hard to avoid you as much as possible during those weeks. But he eventually missed you, so he gave into whatever was taken over his heart.

All the times he hugged you hello and goodbye would last a little longer. He became more affectionate than he'd ever been. Random tickling you when it wasn't weird. Just so he could touch you. Or he constantly had his arm around your shoulders whenever you were together. 

He thought no one would notice since it was so close to graduation. But he was wrong. Apparently he was doing it so much that Gareth had to pull him aside and talk to him.

“ What the hell's going on man?”

Eddie's eyes went wide. The jig was up. “ Ermmm hmmm? What's up?”

Gareth crossed his arms and stood quiet. That's all he needed to do to get Eddie to talk. That and a stare down.

He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “ I…I don't know what happened…one minute she's who she's always been and the next, she's not.”

Gareth tilted his head to the side and remained silent.

Eddie clicked his tongue and shook his head. “ Look man, I don't know what I'm doing. All I know is that I feel different.”

Gareth straightened his head and raised his brows.

Eddie let out a long sigh. “ Fine! I like her. I like her, like her.”

Gareth smirked and put a hand on his shoulder. “ Welcome to the club.”

Eddie jerked his head back. “ What the hell does that mean?”

Gareth laughed. “ Dude! We all had a crush on her at some point. Remember when Jeff needed help with the spelling bee in the 6th grade?”

Eddie nodded.

“ Well she helped him for a whole 2 weeks. Jeff swore he loved her after that. And Grant…well you know he always liked her. But it really hit him when she decked Jenny for calling him fatso.”

Eddie was quiet for a second. “ W-what about you?”

Gareth put his hands in his pocket and gave him a thin lip smile. “Uhhhh…so I broke my arm once. Before you moved here…She helped me out a lot during that summer. She did my chores and helped cut up my food sometimes… You know, she was the only one who signed my cast.” He smiled. “ She's a great friend. She always has been. Honestly, I'm surprised it did happen to you sooner.”

Eddie licked his lips and put his hands in his back pockets. They had all liked you because you helped them out or defended their honor. But you hadn't done anything different with him. Besides you looking incredible at the dance, there was nothing that he could think of that made him like you like that.

“ S-so all of you guys still like her like that?”

Gareth shook his head. “ Nah man. I knew that it was just a crush. And Jeff, well Jeff's dating Connie. Grant…Grant still likes her. He even tried to kiss her.”

Eddie flexed his jaw. “ What?! When?!”

“ Prom.”

“ PROM?!”

“ DUDE!” Gareth hushed him up. “ Calm down. You left to get food and he tried. But she let him down gently. She said that she sees him as a brother. In fact, she sees all of us as family. And it would be weird if she dated any of us.”

Eddie's heart sank. Did you really think that about all of them or just the 3 stooges?

“ Look Munson, don't worry about it. It will go away.”

“ What-what if it doesn't?”

Gareth shrugged. “ Then talk to her. Maybe she can say something that will make you feel better about it.”

All of sudden Eddie felt hands on his hips.

“ Hey ladies! What are we gossiping about?”

He turned slightly to find you staring up at him. His heart fluttered seeing your amazing smile.

Gareth spoke up when Eddie couldn't answer.“ uhhhh nothing. Just talking about Mrs O'Donnells final.”

You huffed and grabbed his hand. Pulling it over your shoulders. Lacing your fingers with his. 

What did that mean? It was weird right? You and him were close. But now that he had feelings for you, everything you did seemed intimate.

“ Don't you guys worry, okay. I've helped both of you and you'll do fine. Then all of us are gonna walk the line and finally get the hell out of here.”

You looked up at him and beamed. Making him grin right back. 

There was a moment there where he thought that you felt the same for him. But that was squashed when you let go of his hand and hook your arm around Gareth’s. 

“ Now common. They're serving pizza and you know how I love pizza Fridays.”

He and Gareth chuckled and responded at the same time. “ More than us.”

You started for the cafeteria. “ You betcha!” 

…

A week later and Eddie still couldn't shake you. He just couldn't get past the thought of being with you. Or even if what he felt was just a hard core infatuation. But nothing could prepare him for the events of senior outing.

It wasn't camping or a field trip to Washington. It was a movie in the park. 

Sure, you guys could have rented a decent horror flick and binge out on snacks in your basement. But you argued that it was one of the last chances to hang out. So of course everyone went. 

Eddie was walking back with Jeff. Hauling bags of popcorn and drinks for everyone. As soon as he was close enough he caught your eye. You bit your lip and waved him over. 

He immediately felt butterflies in his stomach. 

When he sat down you scooted closer to him and covered his legs with a blanket you brought. 

You then grabbed your purse and pulled out his favorite candy.

He smiled and patted himself down. Pulling out a box of milk duds from his jacket pocket.

“ Awwww you remembered. Thanks.”

His eyes went wide when you gave him a peck on the cheek. 

He had only a second of shock before he tried to brush it off. “ Of-of course. I could never forget.”

You happily rocked side to side as you combined the candy and popcorn. Then you held out a bite for him. 

His heart started to race the closer your hand got to his mouth. 

He closed his eyes and let you feed him.

Under any other circumstances, this was totally normal. You were very affectionate. It actually annoyed him most of the time. However this time, it only served to make him think you actually did like him too.

As the movie he couldn't pay attention to kept playing, he tried not to think about his “crush”. But it was a battle he was losing. Every time you would laugh, it would warm his heart. Every time you guys reached for popcorn at the same time, your fingers would touch. All he wanted to do was hold your hand or pull you closer by your waist.

Then like a sign from above, the wind picked up. You moved closer to keep warm. Out of nowhere you rested your head on his shoulder and put your hand on his upper thigh. That's when his breath caught in his throat. He tried to clear it and ended up coughing. 

Without hesitation your reached over and lifted up your lemonade for him to take a sip.

He licked his lips and took a drink. After you put the cup down, you started tracing across his thigh. 

‘Better?’

He gulped and nodded. “I uhh I'm gonna get us refills.”

He felt your eyes on him as he got up and grabbed your cup and his. 

While he walked to the snack bar he tried to talk down a chubby. This wasn't okay. The way you made him feel was agonizing. But in such a good fucking way.

When he hit the stand there was a huge line. 

Shit! He thought. 

By the time he got back to the spot, you had moved to sit between Gareth and Grant. That's when he noticed you wearing Grant's leather coat. He instantly got jealous. 

You looked up and gave him a small smile. “ Sorry Eddie. I got really cold while you were gone.”

He shook his head. “ It's cool. The line was long.”

Once he handed you your drink he plopped down and sulked.

Obviously his feelings weren't going anywhere anytime soon.

What the hell was he gonna do?

…

@salenorona23

[corrodedcoffincumslut]

❤️🖤Pairing - Eddie Munson! x Plus-sized Fem!Reader

🖤❤️Porn with some plot - You dress up as Eddie’s fantasy cheerleader for Halloween at The Hideout. Eddie metaphorically dies when he sees his girlfriend dressed up & fucks her cock drunk. No use of Y/N.

❤️🖤Author's Note - Reader is referred to with pet names & named “Bunnie”. Reader is described as a curvaceous, plus-sized alt beauty. Big tits, small waist & large hips, absolute perfection in my opinion. Had to add in Eddie with a cock piercing & reader with nipple piercings, sorry It’s self indulgent I know! Big loves to @bexreadstoomuch for her help editing this one and inspiring me to write some smut. 😘

🖤❤️Please comment & reblog if you enjoyed my work. I’m working on maybe this being a mini-series of Eddie & Bunnie. Let me know if you would like to read more of my smutty ramblings!

❤️🖤Please DO NOT SHARE my work on other platforms without my permission!

🖤❤️Warnings- SMUT! Pure unadulterated smut! Over 18’s + ONLY - Under 18’s Do Not Interact!!! Plus-sized reader, Graphic descriptions of sex, PIV raw (M & F), Oral sex (M & F), Semi-public sex, Daddy! kink, Dom! Eddie, Switch! reader, Breeding kink, Overstimulation kink, Cheerleader kink, Younger Pervy Eddie, Cock piercing Eddie, Nipples pierced reader, Dirty talk, Mentions of marriage, Cream-pie, Cum-eating, Multiple orgasms, Squirting, Plus-size reader has feelings of insecurity about her body (Eddie puts this right, don’t worry! He loves a thicc babe!) Eddie is soft & fluffy bf at parts. Mentions of alcohol & weed usage.

❤️🖤Word Count- 6.6k

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Eddie always had a thing for cheerleaders. The sinfully short skirts, the pretty bows in their pigtails swinging as they danced in formation, the playful pom-poms, long thigh high socks that went all the way up, basically school-safe stockings. He never mentioned it but you could tell just by the glint in his eyes whenever the topic came up when you reminisced about your school days, especially since his high school crush was captain of the cheer squad.

Before you, Eddie was just like any other sexually frustrated teenage boy. Looking from beneath the bleaches, for a upskirt view of the tight skin hugging shorts and if he was lucky the outline of what lay beneath his pristine, perfect, princess girl’s pussy, wishing she’d forgone the shorts knowing he’d be lurking under there, all under the disguise of a good place to catch a smoke break and escape the Jason and his goons.

Now years later sat with the guys buzzing around a table in The Hideout in the post-gig afterglow, the conversation topic turning back to their shared school days. Eddie admits his previous crush on Chrissy and the other cheerleaders. You on the other hand were the complete opposite of his high school crush. Short in stature with curves in all the right places, big doughy thighs (that Eddie loved to squash his big hands into), a high plump ass (all the better for spanking in Eddie’s mind), wide hips (perfect to hold onto whilst he rutted into your soaking core), slim waist (he’d always loved Jessica rabbit), heaving tits (need I say more) that overspilled every bra you bought. Not exactly built for the cheer squad pyramid. Causing your mind to flood with insecurities.

Your mind overwhelmed, opened back to your old demons. The ones you’d thought were dead and buried after leaving your school years behind. Your body was different, not hideous. You didn’t hate it by any means, but it was definitely bigger than the slender slips of skirt your boyfriend had spent years pining over. Trying to woo and failing before finding you one night in the Hideout, drunkenly headbanging to Megadeth, Anthrax, crushing the air guitar solo in Slayer’s “Raining blood” (your favourite). You were wearing your favourite criminally short denim cut-offs that hugged your ass, fishnet tights adorned with the obligatory holes torn in the pattern and your brown tasselled cowboy boots. Topped off with your favourite Def Leppard muscle vest cropped to show your soft belly and navel piercing. A heavenly vision straight from Whitesnake video as far as Eddie was concerned.

Eddie instantly fell in love. The swing of your hips to the flick of your hair, as you grinded and swayed when the Jukebox switched to Van Halen’s “Panama” caused his cock to twitch in his pants, stiffening and straining more against the zipper more as you danced to the beat of the music. Wandering hands following the lines of your own curves, fingers dancing, cupping your voluptuous chest, up your neck and through your tousled, wild hair. Eddie’s eyes just about fell out of his head, when you locked eyes across the distance, you beckoned him over, with the curl of your finger and the biting of your bottom cherry red lip, as you’d noticed him watching from across the dingy, dimly lit bar. All this leading to you two becoming inseparable since. Nonetheless you let the doubts crawl into your subconscious. Were you what he really wanted? That he dreamt of, the perfect girl, his perfect cheerleader, his Chrissy.

You swallowed down the remainder of your beer and continued to laugh and giggle with the rest of the guys and their girls, pretending you were unphased by Eddie’s confession. An hour or so had passed, as had Gareth found himself a nondescript college girl from the next town over and Jeff left with his girlfriend, Sarah. Kevin, unfortunately, is still unlucky in love with the girls and gets a lift home with Jeff, leaving you alone with Eddie at the bar.

You chewed at your cheeks as you glanced up at Eddie, him ushering over Randy, the Hideout’s owner. “Two more buds for me and Bunnie please, Rand!” Eddie shouted across the width of the busy bar. Smiling, he glanced down at your distracted expression, causing his eyebrows to furrow. “Everything okay there, sweetheart?” Eddie whispered in your ear, lips brushing the edge. Nodding you smiled, staring into his doe eyes, melting your sadness away momentarily. “You sure?” He questioned again, not believing you, seeing the sorrow in your round ocean blue eyes. “Am I enough for you Eddie?” you whimpered, only just above a whisper, the beer making your secret inner self-deprecating thoughts spill from your mouth. “What?!” Eddie gawked back, spinning quickly to face you, stunned.

“You said you liked the cheerleaders back in school Eds, said you pined over them. Perving on them at break in the canteen. Hangin’ around the school field after class to watch them rehearse, said it drove you wild, Said she drove you WILD…I know you said you are over her, and she’s married, a mum of two and living her own life now, but I’m no cheerleader baby. Far from it, look at me! I’m a metal chick, I don’t wear those pretty ribbon bows and I don’t know the chants, I’d be on my ass in the dirt if I tried the dancing and the pyramid and tumbles and that stuff…sure I can blast a beat on the air guitar, kick a guy in the dick for being too handsy on the dancefloor and sink a beer quicker than most but I’m not the embodiment of school spirit like you wanted!” you ranted, off on a tangent stuck inside your own insecure thoughts, stepping back you pointed to your own body, almost shamefully at your curves “is THIS what you WANT?” Biting your lips trying to fight back the big, wet tears that threaten to spill over your lower lashes.

Eddie was dumbfounded at the words falling from your lips. He thought you knew how he felt, how he felt about you? Maybe he got swept up with the boys earlier, forgetting you might get a little jealous or insecure about his past endeavours. You’d never reacted like this before when you had spoken about the past, you took as many lovers as he had, if not more, you were a sexually liberated woman and loved your freedom before you settled down together.

“Sweetheart, why would you ever think that? I’d choose you over a thousand Chrissy’s” he said as he placed his large hands on the sides of your jaw, thumbs stroking the apples of your cheeks, kissing your pink bitten lips. “I’ve only ever loved you Princess, sure I thought me and Chrissy we meant to be…But I was 17, and stupid, thinking with just my dick. You make me think with my heart and my dick! Baby…” Eddie sighed. “Bunnie you’re everything to me, you’re all I want and could ever want. I love you and only YOU” He smiled, placing another hasty kiss on your lips. “And for the record I think you’d make a smoking hot cheerleader. I swear to our saviour Lemmy, if I ever see you in a cheer uniform I’ll lose my shit, hey I’m pretty sure I’d wife you right there!” he smirked and half joking. Swallowing your woeful thoughts again, you smiled, glanced back into his big brown orbs. Losing yourself there in those muddy wells, so in love. Noted, you thought.

Fast forward to where you are now. Halloween was next month and you were searching for a costume to wear to the annual Hideout’s Halloween metal fest gig. Corroded Coffin were on the bill, as well as some other local metal bands. When the thought popped back into your brain. The perfect costume. You called Robin to see if Vickie could help with her sewing skills and enrolled Nancy on costume design. All agreeing, the pieces falling into place perfectly.

The night before the gig, Robin called yours and Eddie’s apartment leaving the message on the voicemail “Hey Bunnie, it’s ready”. Eddie’s puzzled face rounded the corner of the kitchen island as the message played. “What's that about Sweetheart?” he asked, confused by the secret simplicity of the message. Smiling, you answered “just girl stuff Ed’s, don’t worry about it. But I’ve gotta nip out quick Eds, I’ll be back soon” turning to grab your car keys you kissed him on the lips and dashed out the door to Robin’s.

Facing the floor length mirror, it was even more perfect than you’d imagined. Every detail was impeccable, the red stitching over the black fabric. Contrasting deep black with crimson red and bright white. Eddie was gonna flip his lid and shoot his load, when he saw you.

The black skirt, trimmed with a crimson stripe running parallel to the hem, skimming the tops of your plush thighs, a pair of sinfully small tight black shorts covering your modesty. The top was a crisp white with black and scarlet ribbon sewn in line to the neckline in a deep V, exposing a criminal amount of cleavage. And front and centre Eddie’s design, the Hellfire Club logo. The devil face, encrusted with shining red crystals, horns in black gems and eyes of bright yellow sparkles.

“Vickie!” you exclaimed, “it’s incredible!” pulling her into a bone crushing hug. “Eddie’s gonna cum in his pants when he sees this, I bet we don't even make it through the show!”you joked. Laughing she rubbed the back of her neck shyly, always unable to accept the compliment. “You’re so talented, I can’t thank you enough, it's amazing. I owe you big time!! Beers are on me for like the next 6 months I swear. Robin you never said she was this good, like this is another level, she should be working in the theatre making this stuff!” Robin smiled, kissing Vickie’s cheek agreeing with your gushing words of praise. “I tell her all the time she’s too talented to be working for some stiff in a suit but she never listens to me” Robin replied.

Changing back into your jeans and tshirt you folded your new uniform into your tote. After landing big sweet friendly kisses on both Robin and Vickie’s cheeks you left Robin’s and set off back home to an unbeknownst Eddie. As soon as you hit home, you ran past the kitchen and into your shared bedroom, hiding your costume amongst your usual assortment of band shirts in the closet away from Eddie’s prying eyes.

A week later, the day had arrived, Eddie had to set off early to the event with the rest of the boys, helping set up the stage and equipment ready for the party to start. Eddie had dressed as his go to as always every halloween, one the lost boys. A black cotton loose shirt, closed by a small amount of buttons, open to reveal his lean muscular chest and tattoos, two chains dangling round his thick neck, tight leather trousers, that made his ass & thighs look so good you wanted to bite ‘em, the closure of which was leather thong string tied in a bow. (One pull and all his deliciousness would be revealed you thought.) Hair loose, tangled in curls and down as always. Eyes smoked out with black liner, defining the chocolate orbs you loved so much. Finished to perfection with two white fangs on his canines. Simply insatiable you thought, as you caught a glimpse as he popped the teeth in the bathroom mirror while you showered. He knew you loved him like this, always trying to tease you, every halloween.

He popped his head through the shower door, trying his best not to get wet under the spray, “I’m off Sweetheart, I’ll meet you there. I can’t wait to see your costume, I can’t believe you're being so mean and won’t let me see it beforehand. We always share costumes before we go” he chided with a fake frown. “Patience is a blessing Ed’s, believe me you'll need it” you sweetly sang back, landing a soft kiss to his awaiting lips. Before stepping back under the water spray, water running between your heavy soapy tits, left hand pinching your pierced nipples and right hand leading your fingers into the neat sprinkling of hair that covered the front of your mound.

“Jesus, Bunnie. You’re gonna be the death of me, I swear. I’m popping a boner already, I’m gonna be cradling this all night now, you just wait till I get you back here later” Eyes closed, he tilted his head back, biting his lip, thoughts swimming of images of you entwined together later. “...Love you Princess, be good” he playfully warned leaving the bathroom. “Bye Ed’s, love you Handsome” you giggled hearing him pick up his van keys, stuffing them into his leather jacket pocket, guitar case and amp from the living room. Hearing the door slam shut, your plan could be set into action. Finishing your shower, you quickly dried off and started your transformation.

Swiping the shiny cherry red across your lips, you kiss pouted into the mirror, placing the lipstick in your bag for touch ups later. Giving your pigtails one last adjustment tug to your head and pulling the ribbons tight into the bows towards your scalp. You stepped back and gave your costume another once over. Eddie really was going to lose it. Paired with a pair of white socks, black stripes at the top and blank white tennis shoes. He was sure going to be gonner the moment he laid eyes on you. He was right, you did make a smoking hot cheerleader, even if you didn’t have the school spirit, more inclined to have the alcoholic spirit you’d hidden in your hip flask. Hearing the taxi’s horn you dashed out the door, and down the stairs to meet your love.

The gravel crunched under your bright white new tennis shoes as you crossed the Hideout’s car park towards the entrance, Gruff Harold the usual bouncer smiled upon seeing your gleaming face. “Christ Bunnie '' he gulped as you gave a little curtsy, (guessing the costume was working its magic already you thought to yourself). “Free entry for fallen angels tonight” he winked, stepping aside allowing you entry, knowing you were there with eyes only for Eddie.

Inside the bar was full of familiar and new faces, all ages out enjoying the buzz of live music and the promise of cheap booze, shredding guitars and heavy drum beats. You recognised the band currently playing, another few local guys. “Occult Offerings” meaning Corroded Coffin were up next, and Eddie would be backstage still prepping with the guys, psyching himself up.

Heading to the bar you ordered yourself a beer and whiskey chaser for courage and another beer for Eddie, knowing he’d need it mid-set. Gulping down the first sip and downing your shot, your eyes scanned the packed space for your friends. Steve’s hand flew into the air to get your attention, along with little’s faces flying into view near the front of the make-shift stage. Dustin excitedly bounced on his heels to the quicken drum beat.

Squeezing through the crowd to join them, you greeted Steve and Nancy both with a hug, it was rare to see them both out after they’d had kids, Mrs Wheeler on babysitting duty with Holly in tow. Steve was dressed as a werewolf, furry ears nestled in his quaffed hair and claws on the ends of his fingers, torn chequered shirt and jeans. Nancy was a naughty nurse, a fitted cotton dress and a cap perched in her permed curls. “Bunnie, you look incredible! Hey if you weren’t Eddie’s girl I’m pretty sure you’d have a queue of fellas buying tickets to the prep rally” Steve pawned at you, earning a nudge from Nancy, “Steve!” She eyerolled. “They’re all animals, honestly” she giggled at you “But honestly Bunnie, you look great, God help Eddie when you finally see him”.

You spotted Robin and Vickie coming back from the toilets over Nancy’s shoulder, smudged lipstick over their mouths. “No guessing what they’d been up to in the toilets then” you smirked to Nancy as they stumbled over, still kissing every few steps. Robin dressed as Elvis, a beautifully rhinestoned catsuit presumably made by the same talented hands as your costume, Vickie as a cat, with now smudged whiskers drawn over her cheeks.

Each little had their own costume too. Will was his wizard character you’d recognised from Eddie’s campaigns, Mike and El were a couple costume of Lydia and Beetlejuice, Lucas wore his old basketball kit, fake slit throat, kit shredded and covered in blood splatter. Max was a zombie in a torn shirt and her jeans, face covered in latex, scabbed up, dripping in fake blood, never to be out done by her boyfriend. Dustin’s costume was less extreme, dressed as Dr. Emmet Brown from Back to the future. Clever and cute as always. Jonathan and Argyle were nowhere to be seen, presumably high in the carpark, hot boxing Argyle’s van once more you thought.

You chatted and cheered for Occult Offerings as they finished their last song. Randy came on the stage, clapping enticing another loud cheer from the audience “Give it up for Occult Offerings people!” He shouted into the mic. “Up next, and a firm favourite here at The Hideout, Corroded Coffin!” stepping to the side and letting the boys take their places on the stage for the bands change over. You placed Ed’s beer by his usual mic stand and quickly disappeared back into the crowd to keep your costume a surprise a little longer.

Ten minutes passed and you’d chased another whiskey at the bar and were well into sinking another beer, when you finally saw Eddie stepping up to the mic ready to start. Nodding to the other member he spoke into the mic, “Hi, we’re Corroded Coffin” before starting to play the beginnings of Judas Preists, Painkiller. Announcing the title and diving straight into the song. You loved watching him play, completely losing himself to the music, head thrown back, fingers teasing over the frets, strong wrists strumming the strings, truly living his rockstar fantasy. It always made fire start in your core, instantly as his fingers teased the strings.

You snaked your way back to the front of the crowd in front of the stage, when his eyes found you in the crowd still approaching, he miss-placed a note. Causing the other members to look up and over to him, finding his love drunk expression fixed on you. “Hey Baby” you mouthed smiling back with a small wave. Eddie’s chocolate brown eyes drank you up, all of you, jaw slack mid solo, the rest of the audience disappearing into the ethos as he saw only you. You danced and Eddie watched in awe, tits bouncing, head banging, pigtails swishing with the motion. Luckily his sweetheart was good at hiding his growing bulge at the front of the tight leather pants, which would have been hard to disguise without the guitar covering. Your movements took him straight back to the moment he first laid eyes on you, but even more beautiful than he remembered.

The show went on for another twenty or so minutes before Eddie announced this to be the last song. “This song goes out to my pretty, number one, cheerleader” Eddie shouted into the mic, locking eyes you grinned. Doe eyes now looking through your long lashes to catch his wink in your direction, “I Surrender” by Rainbow. Singing every word to you, staring into your eyes the whole song and meaning every word. You held your hands in a heart shape blowing a kiss, and he pretended to catch it and kiss his knuckles between the lyrics. He was a goner and you knew it, completely at your mercy. As the song finished he jumped down from the stage pulling you straight into his arms.

“Fuuucccckkkk Bunnie” he growled in your ear. “Are you trying to kill me?!”

“Guess you like it then Ed’s” you kissed his lips. “Do I like it?” Taking your hand he rubbed your hand over his rock hard cock against his leather clad crotch. Another kiss. “Tell me Princess, do you think I like it?” And again, a kiss. You swallowed a tantalisingly sweet giggle at his needs. “C’mon Ed’s I’ll get you another beer, you look a little…. thirsty” you teased as you turned, taking his hand to walk through the crowd towards the bar. “No” was all the reply to you. “Van. Now.” Dragging you in the opposite direction towards the door. Leaving your friends laughing behind, you shrugged allowing him to lead you backstage. “Look guys, can you grab sweetheart for me, I’m, errr, we’ve gotta, I..I” Eddie stuttered to the three still on stage wrapping up their equipment. “Just go” Gareth rolled his eyes, “you'll be useless to us right now anyway” he laughed knowing the effect your costume was having on not just Eddie, but most of the male population in the packed out bar. Eddie nodded in appreciation, busting through the back door into the cold air outside of the car park by his Van. “Keys” he grumbled to himself, turned on his heels and ran back inside, leaving you alone outside.

Reaching into your bag to pull a cigarette out and lit the end with the trusty silver zippo, Eddie had gifted you on your last birthday. Inhaling the smooth smoke, you blew it back out into the inky sky. Before you could take another puff, Eddie snatched it from your lips, taking a huge toke on the burning stick, before dropping it to gravel, and on to your mouth in one swift move. Causing you to stumble back on the brick wall of the building. Towering over you, wolfish grin across his teeth. Fangs now tucked in his pocket, (you didn’t need another reason to make you choke).

“Bunnie, I’m sorry. I just need you…I NEED YOU NOW” he gasped between haste kisses, sloppy, all teeth clattering and lips missing their mark. You moaned into his mouth through another heated kiss as you felt his thick calloused fingers travel up your thighs, round your plump hips and onto your chubby ass cheeks, staying in place with a firm squeeze to the fat there. Nudging his thigh between your thighs, pushing his knee up to your now soaking core. Causing you to grind your clothed aching heat on his firm lean thigh in response. “All this for me, Bunnie… Fuck” he leaned back for another look at your unholy appearance.

“You must have been made for me Bunnie, Christ. Look at you. Look what you do to me, I’m a feral animal for you. There I was playing all with my best friends, doing what I love most and all I could think of was every way I could ruin you… and thats what I’m going to do…I’m going to fucking ruin you” Eddie whispered in your ear, nibbling on the lobe. Kissing down your neck to find your sweet spot, behind your ear, down over your collar bones, his hands working your shirt up over your chest to expose your heavy tits to the crisp night air. Pulling your breast from the bra cup, he placed his lips straight on your peaking nipple. Sliding his tongue over the cool metal bars and softly sucking. An uncontrollable loud moan fell from your lips. “Eddieeeeee'' you whined.

Eddie fingers found the font of your tiny shorts and tore them down your thick thighs to your knees, tangled up on your socks. Rubbing his fingers through your tidy sparse hair and between your wet folds. Your hands flew instantly into his messy head of curls, nails biting into his scalp. Inviting a guttural groan from Eddie. Still suckling at your now hard bullet like nipples he kept sliding his fingers back and forth through your slick, gathering it and pressing his rough fingertips up to your swollen bud, lightly tapping and flicking your clit. “Eddie, someone could see” you gasped, not that you really cared. “Yeah they could”, he replied. Pretty matter of fact and nonchalant, without batting an eyelid, continuing his minstrokes, continuing with the assault on your body. Thus causing the white heat to begin to build, panting moans a song of pleasure into the autumn breeze. “Eddie we can’t...our friends are inside…the kids are all here…Dustin came back from college to see you” you choked out between moans pushing your hands into Eddie’s chest, “Sure we can Princess” was all the answer you got back.

Eddie’s fingers still exploiting your overly sensitive centre, “I’m so close, Baby. Gonna cum” you panted into Eddie’s mouth through rough open mouthed kisses. Tongues in a hot wet battle between connected lips. “Good girl” he beamed. Feeling the pleasure intensifying with every pass of Eddie’s touch of your drenched heat, the blinding pleasure gushed from your core, covering Eddie’s nibble fingers in your juices. Eddie held his fingers up to his mouth and tasted your sticky slick humming in elated glee. “Sweetheart, you taste even sweeter than usual in this outfit” he purred, diving his fingers back to your pussy to collect the nectar and back to your open mouth. He pushed the tips in your inviting mouth and grinned as you sucked the taste from his fingers, your flat tongue allowing him to push them further back in your wanting mouth, before swirling them round and hollowing your cheeks, letting them go with the loud pop.

“I need another taste, ‘tis like honey straight from the source”. Kneeling to the floor he pushed your skirt up round your waist and pushed his head under. Pushing his nose into your mound of curls and taking a deep inhale of your natural scent. “You smell like heaven Bunnie” he muttered, before pulling your panties off your ankles and hiking your leg over his shoulder, opening your pussy to his with his nudging nose and zeroing in on your clit. Looking down you met his chocolate orbs swallowed by huge black pupils, full of lust staring back into your own icy blue ones.

Digging deeper into your wet folds, his tongue going forward into your entrance, rapidly tongue fucking your pussy. Your body rippled with pleasure, the familiar coil beginning to tighten once again, more intense and quicker since he’d already beckoned one from you. As Eddie pursued his assault on your cunt, high pitched louder moans creeping from your throat with every slurp and teasing suck on your inner lips and walls. Plunging two fingers into your hole he concentrated his attention back to your tingling clit. “Edddiiiieee” you cried out “Gonna cum again”, mouth fixed in a permanent O shape. Throbbing with desire, Eddie sucked hard on the bud, pulling a booming cry from your throat. Feeling your walls tighten, Eddie upped the pace of his fingers and licked and sucked unmercifully, until the pressure in your stomach became too much and the coil snapped.

Your vision going white, eyes dancing in sparkles and your body convulsing in ecstasy, you came hard, coating your inner thighs and soaking Eddie’s face. You didn’t care that your back was all scratched from the roughness of the brick wall, your head an empty space, your only thought was Eddie. Cum drunk and coming down from your high you floated back into yourself.

Eddie’s lips crash back on yours, his chin wet with your cum, you taste your sweetness on his tongue rapidly into your luscious mouth. Not wasting a second you pushed Eddie back, spinning him, now you caging him against the bricks. “My turn big boy” you purred into Eddie’s plush, pink, wet lips.

Pulling the ends leather thong, easily undoing the fastening of Eddie’s trousers. Eddie’s bulge poking through the gapping front. Diving your soft hands under the comfortable chequered fabric of Eddie’s boxers and onto his big, girthy cock. Encasing your hand round Eddie’s throbbing member you began to move your hand up and down, along the length, fingertips tickling the tip and ball ring that sat through the end, which caused Eddie to take a sharp intake of breath between his teeth. “Fuck sweetheart” Eddie groaned and you smiled prettily, now kissing down the length of his chest. Pulling out his cock, pushing his plaid boxers under his heavy balls, you fell down onto your knees, sharp gravel and stones digging into your knees (something you might later regret, only a second thought for now!) Only burning hot lust clouding your mind instead of your grazed sore knees.

You licked a fat flat lick from the base of his cock right to the top, encircling the flushed rosy head, flicking the piercing with your tongue lightly, enclosing it with your lips before releasing him and licking back down to his balls. Taking them in your mouth and tasting Eddie’s natural aroma. “Bunnie, you must be a some kinda succubus, cause you’re fucking killing me here” Eddie choked out. Taking his full length in your mouth and hands, you felt his hands settle round your pigtails. Humming in approval you sucked up and down his sizable pulsating cock, the vibrations creating more moans and groans in approval from Eddie. Hollowing your cheeks and opening your throat, to increase the pressure on every pass, the metal grazing your closing throat. Eddie threw his head back in rapture as he chased his orgasm.

Spit dripping from either side of your red lips and dribbling down your wet chin with every bob of your head, as Eddie began you fuck your throat. Eddie’s thrusts quickly became sporadic and erratic.“Fuccccckk” Eddie came hard with a loud groan, white spurts landing in your throat, you hummed with delight, swallowing down his cum in one gulp. Sticking your tongue out playfully, showing your empty mouth, you giggled as Eddie’s dick kicked up again in arousal. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, smudging what was left of your red lipstick across your sweaty glistening face. Eddie pulled you back up to stand.

“Van. NOW.” Knees now blooded with cuts from the uneven rocky ground and pants left behind on the ground. You were hastily pulled over to the van’s back doors, tripping over your feet as you stumbled trailing behind Eddie. Eddie unlocked the doors, impatiently fumbling with his keys in the lock, once unlocked he ripped them open. “Bend over” Eddie’s voice, velvety with lust, rough hands pushed you down onto the cold metal of the van’s back step. Catching your supple stomach as you fell forward with his huge, splayed ringed hands.

Kicking your legs apart he teased his stiffened hard cock through your soaking folds, enticing another soft moan from you. Before plunging into you, inch by agonisingly blissful inch into your awaiting, inviting hole. Holding your hips in place with a bruising grip. He waited a few seconds for you to adjust to the stretch, enticing a nod from you to continue, before thrusting into your creamy wet cunt, at a merciless pace. Eddie’s cock hitting your g-spot on every thrust, the fire began to rapidly engulf your senses again, ripping through in your muscles.

“You gonna cum again, Baby?” Eddie cooed. “Hhmmmm” you hummed, losing yourself in his lustful gaze. “Yeah, cum on Daddy’s cock, I wanna feel you let go, wanna watch you come undone for Daddy” Eddie encouraged. Incoherent sounds of pleasure echoing came from you, echoing on the van walls bouncing into the night sky. After a few more thrusts, you came again, shuddering, drenching the crotch of Eddie’s pants and boxers. “Dadddyyy, I’m cumming” you whined, your legs going weak under you, causing you to fall forward, as your limbs gave way, chest now pressed down on the van floor.

Flipping you onto your back, Eddie entered you again, pushing your knees into your chest. Eddie looked down where you connected, eyes lighting up with hunger, throwing his head back, throaty moans echoing into the darkness. Eddie’s Large hands gripped your outer thighs for leverage, clenching fingers bruising your opulent doughy skin. Your legs wrapped round Eddie’s slim waist, ankles crossed, heels digging in his lower back, locking him in. Pushing him even further forward with every grunting thrust, deeper and deeper into your greedy cunt. “Fffffuuuuuuccccckkkkk” Eddie groaned, throwing his head forward, hair falling forward framing his pretty face. Your pulsating walls squelching devouring his throbbing cock.

Your eyes slammed shut as you tried to stay conscious as the intensity built again between your legs. Eddie’s cock and piercing caressing your g-spot on every impaling rut. Eddie’s thumb finding your painfully overstimulated clit. Relentlessly rubbing figures of eight into the sticky, warm flesh. “Open your eyes Princess, I wanna see your pretty face when you come undone on my cock” Eddie muttered between thrusts “best sound in the world, better than any symphony baby, better than Metallica, better than Dio, Even better than Sabbath. One day, I’m gonna record you and I’ma put it on a song and then the whole world can hear your beautiful sounds. Hear how needy you are for my cock, for your Daddy’s cock” Eddie mumbled to himself, pussy drunk.

“Uh-huh” is all you could manage in response as the coil tightened again, your walls clenching violently against Eddie’s unyielding cock. “Hold it for Daddy, I’m…real…close baby” Eddie panted out between breaths. Eddie’s thrust quickly became irregular and sloppy; you could tell he wasn’t lying. After a few more minutes, your walls were gripping him impossibly tight, choking Eddie’s cock from the inside. You could hardly hold it any longer, vision blacking out and body going numb, head swimming in euphoria.

You heard Eddie’s voice in your muggy mind. “Cum now Princess, cum for Daddy!” Letting all your stiffened muscles instantly relax, releasing all tension from your physique. You squirted, cum gushing out your soaked hole, dribbling down Eddie’s persistent spearing cock. Upon feeling your pulsating walls, rippling along the length of his cock, Eddie instantly came too. White washing your throbbing walls with his seed, your soft, warm, wet cunt milking every drop of cum out of his softening cock.

Falling forward into your chest, Eddie pulled himself out of your abused hole, causing you both to wince as the loss of contact. Dizzy love drunk smiles painted your faces. Eddie lay listening to the rhythmic beat of your heart in the comfortable silence, as you floated back to earth. “You okay there, Champ?” you chuckled as you ran your nails through Eddie’s hair, tenderly massaging his scalp with your nibble fingertips. Eddie nodded and turned to place his chin between your breasts, resting over your bunched up shirt. Breath still taken out of your lungs. High crashing and the cold air getting the better of you. You both slid back into the back of the van, Eddie closing the doors as he crawled in. Shuffling back he sat back against the seats, tucking himself back inside his damp boxers. Tapping his chest, inviting you in to cuddle, before passing you a t-shirt from the van to clean off with and a fresh bottle of water.

Wiping between your thighs you hissed from the sensitivity and joined Eddie at the back of the van. Taking a few big gulps of the refreshing water, you offered it to Eddie who did the same. Laying your head on Eddie’s chest you listened to his pounding heartbeat, decreasing in pace as he came down. A comfortable silence fell throughout the van, peaceful after the fucking you just had.

“I fucking love you Bunnie” broke the silence. You glanced up into Eddie adoring eyes, cheeks flushed with love. Smile from ear to ear. “I love you too, Eds” you smiled back. “No, I really love you, like really, really love you. You’re beautiful Bunnie, fucking beautiful in every way” Eddie said back. You kissed his lips again, this time endearingly. “You’re beautiful too, Eds, and I really, really, really love you too”.

“Tomorrow’s Saturday, right?” Eddie asked suddenly. “Yeah Ed’s” you said back confused at the strange timing of the question, “Good, I gotta get you a ring, I remember me saying something about making an honest woman outta ya, if I saw you in a cheerleading outfit…I guess Nevada isn’t that far of a drive for a weekend, right…?” he cackled obnoxiously loud. “Eddie, are you asking me to marry you?” you whispered back meekly, shyness creeping over your face. “Yeah…yeah I guess I am” Eddie smiled, placing a kiss on the crown of your head.

“Eddie, its fucking miles” you sighed smiling. “Get me a ring first and get down on one knee and we’ll talk.” Eddie beamed with joy, “You’re gonna make me the happiest man alive Princess, when you say Yes. You even gonna let me pump a few babies in ya? Let me watch you grow all big and swollen, carrying my hellspawn. You’ll look so fucking pretty. Have a few mini Munsons running around causing havoc”.

“Don’t be putting me down for six nuggets there, Harrington!” you chortled, love drunk on Eddie’s ambitions of your family together, “But sure I’d love that Munson. Me, you and some mini Munsons running around…But first let’s get back in there, I think you owe Vickie, Robin and Nancy a drink as a thank you. And I know Dustin is just dying to talk nerdy to you, compare D&D notes, he’s built a new character you know… something about a Paladin he said”. Eddie grinned as he pulled you tighter into a breathtaking hug, tucking you into his side. Resting his chin on your head ignoring the last part, “Wait! You mean Robin, Vickie & Nance were all in on this as well? You women are a devious breed” he chuckled “all plotting together against my demise!” And Dustin calls me weekly to discuss his latest campaign so I’m up to date with the D&D updates!”

Shifting in your seat you pull your shirt back down, push your tits in and bra back up, adjusting your costume to make yourself semi decent again (well as much you could be lacking your bottoms). “Plus you owe me a beer for wearing this” you counted back, laughing pointing down at your now dishevelled outfit. “What the wife wants, the wife gets!” Eddie shouted, stuffing himself back onto his pants and retying the leather thong, before butt shuffling to open the back doors. “Eddieeeee, can you grab me my shorts please, it’s fucking freezing out there!” you shouted after him, as you crawled towards the edge.

Eddie appeared moments later around the corner of the door, your tiny shorts dangling from his index finger. “Hand them over Munson!” you pleaded, as you sat on your knees, arms folded, hiking your breasts up under your chin, bottom lip sticking out like an upset toddler. “Come get ‘em” Eddie smirked cruelly, turning heel darting back inside. Eye rolling you scrambled to the back bumper exiting the van, slamming the doors shut.

A biting breeze brushed under your wickedly minuscule skirt, passed your soaked folds and moist, sticky thighs, causing you to shudder. You began to run, back to the door Eddie had left open in his haste earlier. The fabric kicked up with the movement of your soft thighs revealing all as you chased after Eddie, your panties now stuffed in his back pocket. “Give them back Edward Munson!” you bellowed, running through the door after him as he disappeared into the crowd. Gareth, Jeff and Kevin howling, sharing a knowing glance as they caught a glimpse of your ample buttocks, no panties in sight as you dashed past.

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Haunted by you | Eddie Munson

Summary | Eddie Munson's ghost is haunting the house recently occupied by Daisy Morgan. Having been deceased for years, Eddie becomes visible only to her. As she adjusts to sharing her living space with an otherworldly presence, their relationship develops into a compelling yet forbidden romance between the living and the dead. But, how could that ever truly work?

Pairing | Eddie Munson x OC

Warnings/Tags | 18+ only, Strained parent relationships with significant focus on maternal issues, Themes of feeling unwanted and abandoned are central, Cheating -though not involving Eddie Munson or the main character, alcohol and drug use, Profanity, Sexual content, and Mental health themes.

Fic Notes | This fic is set after the events of Stranger Things season 4. Seven years have passed, and everyone has moved forward since the defeat of Vecna and the closure of The Upside Down. This story won't revolve around Vecna or The Upside Down. While there might be occasional appearances by other Stranger Things characters, the narrative centers on normal life, void of supernatural plots except for Eddie's ghostly presence.

I don't have a fixed posting schedule, but I'll aim for weekly updates. I might post more frequently, but I'm keeping the dates flexible for my mental well-being. Rest assured, I won't leave this fic unfinished.

Word count | 4k

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August 1993

Embedded within our very DNA is the innate longing for maternal love and acceptance. When that love is withheld over time, our minds adapt, convincing us that we can do without it. However, a persistent yearning for that inherent love remains, a constant reminder of the void that's meant to be filled.

Even in death, Daisy’s mother couldn't find it within herself to love her daughter.  Grace’s final moments weren't filled with apologies or declarations of affection for Daisy; instead, there was only a will assigning property to her. 

With a chuckle, Daisy twirls the keys around her finger, amused by Grace's belief that a house could mend the chasm in her heart.  It’s a testament to how detached she was from what love between a mother and child should be.

For the past six months, Daisy has been stuck in limbo, her presence tethered to this seemingly senseless house following her mother’s passing. Today, at long last, she clasps the keys in her hand—a significant stride towards ending this dreadful chapter of her life. Whether driven by resentment or anger, Daisy raises her middle finger to the sky, smiling with satisfaction as she bids farewell to Grace. 

In the parking lot, a few passersby cast concerned glances her way as Daisy releases a breath. It's not just any breath; it's a sigh that unburdens her from a lifetime of pain. The ache will persist, but it no longer shackles her to Grace; now, her mother can only haunt her dreams. And she will take that as a win. 

A huge smile is plastered on her face as she walks to her car and calls her realtor. The line rings twice before she hears his eager voice on the other end. 

"Hello, Ms. Morgan."

"Walter, it's all set. You can move forward with putting up the for-sale sign. I'll send over the necessary paperwork soon. ” Daisy says. 

"Absolutely, ma'am. Sounds great.”

“Oh, I’ve also turned on the electricity under my name while we work on getting it sold.”

“Wonderful. I'll arrange an open house for next weekend." 

This house holds no appeal for her; it seems Grace hoped to tether herself to Daisy through the property. The faster it’s sold then the faster she can move on with her life. 

"Thank you, and please, call me Daisy."

"Certainly," he replies apologetically. 

She gives him a kind smile, almost as if he could perceive it through the phone, and says goodbye.

Music blares as Daisy speeds out of the lawyer's parking lot. Her sunglasses shield her eyes from the summer sun, her brown hair wiping in the wind, and her engagement ring glimmers brilliantly as her hand tightens on the steering wheel.

Things are finally looking up.

She planned to stop by the bridal store and try on her dress for the last fitting, but she could do that tomorrow. She just wants to relax at home with Nick and watch Pretty Woman. Maybe even recreate the bath scene, singing Prince while drowning in bubbles. That’s a perfect night.  

*

The apartment's lights are on even though her fiancé isn't due back until seven. 

"Nick?" Daisy's voice echoes through the apartment as she opens the fridge, her mind set on preparing dinner. A craving for pasta, rigatoni specifically, with grilled chicken, mushrooms, and onions fills her thoughts, her stomach voicing its approval with a rumble. Unfortunately,  they are completely out of chicken and pasta. Wonderful, just wonderful. 

Luckily, their apartment lies within walking distance of one of Nick's favorite Chinese restaurants. The prospect of takeout lifts Daisy's spirits as she heads to their bedroom to ask Nick if he wants his usual Kung Pao chicken. 

The sound of the shower greets her before she enters the room. 

"Nic—" Her words halt as her gaze falls upon the disheveled bed.

What in the world? The comforter hangs askew and pillows litter the floor in disarray. It’s an absolute mess and she could have sworn she made the bed this morning like she always does. 

Before she can call Nick's name once more, noises emanate from the bathroom. Daisy cautiously pushes the bathroom door open. The sight before her is surreal: Nick and his coworker Mia are in the shower together. His hand rests on her thigh, the same hand that's wiped away Daisy's tears. His lips pressed against her neck, the same lips that proposed to Daisy. Mia's moans fill the air, reminiscent of the sounds Daisy herself has made. Her mouth goes sour at the sight.

Daisy remains rooted in place as if observing the scene from outside her body. 

This can’t be happening. 

Time slows as Nick becomes aware of her presence, the shower door flinging open, Mia futilely reaching for a towel, and Daisy retreating.

Nick's voice calls after her as she assembles a small bag. She can't answer, gripped by a numbing shock. The room's movements feel surreal, and Daisy navigates it like a phantom, a silent specter swallowed by her own detachment.

Pushing the front door open, the summer air snaps her back to reality as she approaches her car. Nick's voice recedes as she leaves him standing, towel wrapped around his waist and their shared future at his feet, symbolized by a single apartment key.  

“Daisy!”

Betrayal is no stranger to Daisy, but it doesn't blunt the pain of misplaced trust. A sense of foolishness washes over her, as Nick held the secrets of her past, her vulnerabilities, her fears. Tonight he reinforced her sense of being an unwanted burden.

It’s too much to bear. She has to get the hell out of here. 

*

Hawkins lies eighty miles from Indianapolis. Unintentionally, Daisy found herself heading north on Interstate 65, steering aimlessly while her thoughts were lost on autopilot. At some point during the drive, Daisy stopped for gas and picked up McDonald’s despite lacking any appetite. She mechanically consumed it, then pulled over on the highway only to throw it all up. All of this occurred while she was in a haze, unable to recall the process. She moved through these actions like a mere shell of herself. Reaching a new city without a memory of the journey ignited a surge of panic within her. 

Daisy wasn’t just in Hawkins, Indiana; she found herself parked outside her mother’s house, now her very own. Mixed emotions surged within her as her hands tightened around the steering wheel, her focus unwavering on the imposing iron gate adorned with the “Morgan” insignia.

She will never admit that she'd memorized the route to her mother's house. A house she never intended to visit. It was always decided after the accident that she would never contact Grace again, but it gave Daisy a sense of control knowing where her mother was and not doing a damn thing about it.

Until now. 

She would have driven to Sloan's place, relying on her childhood best friend's kindness to give her a place to stay while she figured out what to do next. Sloan had always been there, a constant pillar of support. But, tonight was not the night to ask for support. Sloan happened to be attending a significant work event with her girlfriend, Robin at her side. Months ahead of time, she had planned a stay at a luxurious hotel for this very evening. Even on a subconscious level, Daisy understood that intruding upon their special night wasn’t an option, even when her own life was unraveling at the seams.

Left with no other options, Daisy finds herself in an unexpected predicament—having to accept help from her mother, the last thing she ever wanted. Daisy understands her mother's presumed satisfaction in the afterlife, and it's a painful realization. Even though the house was hers, the idea of depending on Grace’s help for her own well-being bothered her, making her upset. She was meant to sell the home and ever step foot on the property.

It felt like her mother had won, even though the game ended when Grace died. But Daisy reminded herself that the stay isn't indefinite; it's just a temporary solution until she figures out her next step. 

Her hand trembles as she inputs 0527 on the keypad. Time seems to freeze for a moment, and Daisy holds her breath. The tension snaps as the gate loudly creaks open, breaking the silence.

The driveway stretches, winding its way around towering trees and clusters of flowering bushes. Daisy remembers the land from before the house was built—a trailer park with families that got wiped out by a natural disaster in ‘86. Grace saw the chance, bought the land, and replaced the trailers with a mansion. The families from the Forest Hills were paid to leave, a deal they took because their homes were falling apart. They didn't have many options and didn't want to end up homeless. Most of them did not have insurance to take care of their homes and Grace paid more than they could ever offer. 

One person with too much money took over a place that used to be home to many families. Instead of helping them rebuild, Grace paid them to go away. Daisy wonders about those families and the kids who used to play here; their laughter once echoed between the trees and now it’s silent. Hopefully, they managed to reconstruct their lives using the resources she provided.

As the sun set, its light bathed the house, creating a gentle radiance along its edges. The home stands on a grand scale, boasting windows that envelop both the lower and upper levels. Despite only being built seven years ago, Grace held a deep appreciation for history and it shows in the architecture. The Victorian-style home was crafted in a manner that exudes the aura of centuries past.

The focal point, the entryway, is crowned with two grand wooden front doors, standing tall and imposing, their well-worn elegance inviting all who visit. Ironically, Daisy can only assume that visitors to the house were few and far between during Grace's time.

Effortlessly, the key slipped into the lock, and upon entering, Daisy’s bag dropped onto the wooden floors, the sound reverberating through the expansive, vacant house. 

"Hello?" Daisy's voice echoed through the space, although she knew well that no one would answer.

Still, she waited for a reply that never came—only the structural creaks and the soft hum of air circulating through the vents persisted. It was eerie, but at least she was not on the streets and the house itself was undeniably beautiful and fully furnished. Daisy had to admit that Grace possessed a talent for home decor. An artist at heart, Grace's creative vision shone through, not just in her painted canvases but also in the ambiance of her house.

Daisy admired the exquisite crown moldings that decorate the ceilings, intricate panels adorn the walls, and ornate chandeliers cast a warm, gentle glow. It was inviting even if she didn’t feel welcome. 

Stained glass windows, with their kaleidoscope of hues, scatter fragments of sunset light. The grand staircase, an artful masterpiece that anchors the foyer, leads to the upper floor, its handcrafted banisters a tangible testament to the commitment to the minutiae.

All of it was stunning. It’s hard to believe that Grace was living in this while Daisy endured nights on a couch, lacking a proper bedroom, in a family that seemed indifferent to her presence.

She debated unpacking her bag but was overwhelmed by the day's events. She wanted to take the edge off, to forget. She figured Grace might have left some wine in the kitchen. Grace was rarely without alcohol nearby.

The kitchen was pristine. The house staff, paid ahead of time, had maintained the house and yard even after her death. They hoped to impress a new owner. Daisy wondered what they'd think when they saw the for sale sign at the end of the weekend. She couldn't worry about that now; it might push her over the edge with all that’s on her mind.

Daisy tossed half-empty wine bottles into the trash and found a corked bottle on the rack. She wiped the dust off a Pinot Noir named Goldeneye.

Never heard of it, but it’ll do. 

 “Aha,” Daisy muttered with satisfaction as the cork popped.

Holding the bottle, she walked to the living room. Taking a hefty sip, she hoped the wine would numb her. The smoky black cherry flavor lingered on her tongue. The house was quiet. Daisy kicked off her shoes, drank some more, and collapsed onto the couch.

"Fuck," Daisy muttered, looking around at her situation. Emotions surged, and she used the wine to drown them.

“Fuck!” She shouts into the emptiness, fighting tears.

Amidst denial and disbelief, laughter bubbled up, an unexpected reaction to her turmoil. Could this really be happening? Maybe it was a terrible nightmare, and she'd wake up soon. She gulped down more wine, trying to steady herself. She pinched her arm, in a desperate attempt to wake up, but the pain was real. She choked back a sob with alcohol.

No, Daisy told herself, forcing herself off the couch. Sulking wasn't the solution. What did she need now? Besides wine, music. Daisy searches the living room and it doesn’t take long for her eyes to spot the record player sitting pretty on the oak table behind the couch. The vinyls are displayed perfectly on a shelf. Daisy’s fingers brush the stack until she comes across Tell Mama by Etta James. 

With steady hands, Daisy placed the needle down in the record, and the resulting music gently cradled her frayed nerves. She’s thankful she paid to have the electricity turned on or she would have been sitting in the dark. 

For the first time in hours, a smile graced her lips as she raised the half-empty bottle, playfully spinning around the room.

“Sing it, Etta,” 

The house came alive with echoes of the music. It felt different, there was a shift in the air. 

But a sudden whiff of smoke caught her attention, and she slowed down. She frowned, puzzled.

Was that the smell of cigarettes?

It couldn't be. Chalking it up to the wine's effect, Daisy walked to the window and opened it, welcoming a draft of fresh air. She was beginning to feel hot and that was a sign that she’s had too much too quickly.  

Examining the bottle in her hand, she was met with a shocking sight that widened her eyes—within its brown-tinted glass, a man leaned against the wall, arms crossed, an amused smirk playing on his lips. 

The sight paralyzed her momentarily, her scream of terror overpowering the music before the bottle crashed to the floor.

Dizziness engulfs the room, and she clings to the couch for stability. Her gaze shifts to the spilled wine staining the wooden floor, and then swiftly looks up to find the man. 

But, he's gone.

"Who's there?!" Daisy's voice trembles as she retreats toward the kitchen, tripping over her own feet in her haste.

The music persists, accompanied by the lingering scent of smoke. Daisy snatches the phone off the hook, her fingers fumbling with the buttons as she struggles to dial 911.

"Get out now! I'm calling the police!" Daisy's voice wavers as she shouts, her unease palpable.

As she waits for the line to ring, Daisy stretches the phone cord to its limit as she reaches for a kitchen knife.

There is no ringing. The line is dead.

Daisy's heart sinks, and her face slumps as she presses the numbers again in frustration. 

No. She forgot to set up a new landline under her name.

“No!” Daisy's exclamation filled the room. 

A voice emerged from behind Daisy, “You can see me?”

Daisy spun around, stumbling backward. The same man stood over her with a confused look—a figure both captivating and haunting.

He was taller than Daisy, lean and lanky in build. His dark, tousled curly hair framed his face, the locks falling gracefully over his forehead and partially obscuring his eyes. Those deep brown eyes gazed down at Daisy with curiosity.

“Get back!” Her knife trembled as it rose toward him. “Get out of my house!”

His lips curled up as he leaned down, his face mere inches from the knife's tip. His gaze shifted from the knife to Daisy's widened eyes. 

“You’re in my house, sweetheart.”

Without hesitation, Daisy thrust the knife into his neck.

A gasp escapes her lips as she realizes what she had just done.

But there is no blood, no cry of pain from him. The knife left no mark.

The man straightened, appearing unaffected and unperturbed. His fingers brush over his neck, and he examined them. A laugh erupted from him as he confirmed his lack of harm. The sound of his laughter startles Daisy. She struggles to comprehend how the knife had passed through him as if he were air. 

“Impressive, but you have to try harder than that,” He remarked.

Daisy recoiled, her veins flooded with an icy rush, as he moved through her and vanished.

Through her... he had walked through her as if he were the wind rustling the leaves in the trees.

What the actual fuck is going on? 

Gasping for air, Daisy struggles to catch her breath, her attempt to regain composure falling short. Her chest feels constricted, as though it might collapse under the weight of her racing heart, while her head continues to spin with disorientation.

This is it. She’s going to die.

In the same house as Grace? Hell no. The thought of that alone has Daisy scrambling to her feet. 

Her eyes dart around, and he is nowhere to be found. A surge of adrenaline has her running to the front door. There is a phone in her car. She just needs to make it there and call 911. I’ve got this, she thought. 

Daisy didn’t turn around once she made it out the door. She’s seen too many scary movies and they never survive when they slow down to check their back. 

She closes the car door with a strong thud, locking it forcefully. Her phone is in the glove compartment, rarely used. It’s a new addition, and she isn't entirely used to having a phone on the go.

With shaky fingers, she dials 911. The operator's voice on the other end is a lifeline, reassuring and guiding her. The calm instructions provided a semblance of order amidst the panic that threatened to engulf her.

Dispatch is en route to her location and that helped Daisy breathe a little easier. Following the operator's directions, Daisy remained in the safety of her car. 

She settled into the driver's seat, eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of the intruder who had shattered her sense of security while she waited for the police to arrive. The absence of the man did little to quell her unease; if anything, the tension remained palpable, coiled within her like a tightly wound spring.

Time seemed to stretch as she waited, every passing second laden with apprehension.

The flashing lights of the approaching police vehicles pierced the darkness, casting an eerie glow on the scene. Relief mingled with lingering fear as Daisy watched the law enforcement officers spring into action. Even though the immediate threat might have dissipated, the aftershocks of the intrusion still reverberated through her, leaving her on edge.

As the officers began their investigation, Daisy recounted the harrowing encounter, her voice shaky but resolute. She cooperated with their questioning, hoping that their presence would help dispel the lingering shadows that had taken hold of her mind.

However, the man who had broken into her home remained elusive. Even though the immediate danger had passed, Daisy couldn't shake off the feeling that she was being watched, which kept her on edge.

As the investigation reached its conclusion, Daisy's version of events started to unravel. No signs of forced entry, no trace of an intruder—her story seemed to be falling apart.

Doubt crept in, exacerbated by the officers' questioning of her sobriety due to the spilled wine and the discarded bottles. Frustration surged within her. They didn’t believe her. Of course they didn’t. 

Internally, Daisy wrestled with the wild scenarios her mind had conjured in the heat of panic, like the memory of stabbing the man who simply walked away unharmed and how he disappeared in thin air. She kept these details to herself, focusing on the central truth: she had indeed seen a man, an intruder.

“Perhaps the alcohol took its toll and played tricks on your perception. We've all been there before, Ma’am. It's understandable,” the officer offered, his tone laced with a well-intentioned reassurance.

“No, that's not what happened!” Daisy's frustration surged forth. Her voice held a mixture of anger and determination. “I had maybe half a bottle. I’m not intoxicated. I saw a man, and he was in my house.”

A glance exchanged between the officers told Daisy all that she needed to know, and now her patience is wearing thin.

This day had tested her resilience. Her emotions teetered on the edge of tears, a precipice she was desperate to avoid.

Hold it together, Daisy. Tears will only add to their assumption that you’re insane. 

“We're here to help, Ms. Morgan. Let us accompany you inside,” The officer suggested kindly. “It's getting late and about to rain.”

Walking back inside, Daisy's thoughts were a whirlwind of disbelief and vulnerability. As she stepped in, the house no longer felt safe. The officers' presence was comforting, yet it couldn't hide the truth: Her space had been invaded, not just by a stranger but also by doubts that made her question her reality.

“We've checked your home thoroughly. There is no one here. I can promise you that. Now, If you come across anything else suspicious or unusual then give me a call. Here is my card.”

The officer hands over the card, offering well wishes for the evening, then heads towards their car and drives away.

Daisy lingers in the doorway as rain begins to fall. She wonders if she’s losing her sanity—could she have imagined everything? Doubt sneaks into her thoughts like an unwelcome intruder, picking at her beliefs. Yet, the uncomfortable sensation in her gut persists, a reminder that things aren’t right. Her emotions converge, forming a bubble of anger in her chest. She’s tired of looking like a fool. 

With a forceful slam, the door shuts behind Daisy as she enters the living room, her steps heavy and furious. She scans the room, finding it empty and shrouded in silence. The music has stopped, leaving only the wine stains as the only reminder. She scowls, her eyes fixed on the red-stained wood.

“Where are you?” Daisy’s voice reverberates through the room in a shout.

No response.

“Show yourself! I know you’re here.”

Silence. Total silence. Daisy’s face glistens with dampness, and she wipes her cheeks with the back of her hand. The tears, once contained, now break free like a dam bursting open.

Daisy pulls out her cell phone, her vision blurred by tears and sobs catching in her throat. With shaky fingers, she dials ten digits, and amidst the ringing, she eases down the wall, finding herself on the floor. Even though she doesn’t expect an answer, hearing Sloan’s voicemail gives her a small sense of comfort.

“Yeah, you reached Sloan. Leave a message and maybe I’ll get back to you.”

A loud beep sounds, and Daisy takes a moment to collect herself. “Sloan,” her voice quivers, “I need you. Please call me back when you can.” 

Daisy draws her knees close to her chest, enveloping them with her arms as she lowers her head. This, she acknowledges, is her lowest point. Here it is, the culmination of losing her fiancé and her sanity, all within a single night. 

Daisy’s attention is grabbed by a heavy sigh, causing her to look up. Everything in her freezes. There he sits, on the counter’s edge opposite her, absently twisting the ring on his finger. 

“You know, there’s something about a girl crying,” he murmurs, drawing a breath before slapping a hand over his chest, “It just tears me up.” 

Though his words carry a genuine tone, his eyes hold an elusive expression she can’t quite place. Daisy remains frozen, her gaze locked on him.

Their eyes meet, and he speaks softly, “You’re killing me, Daisy. And I’m already dead.”

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As time goes by | Chapter 1: A storm is coming

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.5k

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“You’re a lifesaver; you know that, right?” 

Eddie opens his door, kisses you on the cheek, and quickly takes your backpack, storming inside his trailer again. You are startled by his reaction - you know that today is campaign day, and he was worried about his DnD notebook left at his locker… and how happy he was when you offered to get it for him. Still, he was way more agitated than you expected. 

His head appeared at the door frame again, with furrowed brows. “Hey, you are coming inside, or what?”. His eyes seemed worried, enough to bring you back to your senses. “Sure, I’m coming.”

As you enter the trailer, you notice that Eddie is nowhere to be seen. You assume that he is already in his bedroom. “Give me back the backpack, will you? I’ll cook you dinner, but I need the ingredients I brought.”, you ask him. 

The trailer was a bit of a mess, and by seeing the blue mug at the kitchen sink, you knew that Wayne had already left for his shift at the plant - you wanted to cook him something before he left, but it seemed that you’d have to put his portion on the refrigerator. 

“I hope you haven’t peeked at it! This new campaign is great, you will all love it. I’ve put a lot of research into it…” Eddie took out the bags from your backpack, leaving them in the kitchen for you while speaking about tonight’s campaign. As much as you wanted to read it, you knew that this would upset him, and you would find out later today at Hellfire anyway.

This was your Friday routine: you would stop by Eddie’s trailer to cook him something, have dinner together and later leave for Hellfire club to spend most of the night at the DnD campaign with him and the other boys. It was always contagious to see how excited Eddie was. His face always brights up when speaking about something he loves, such as the DnD club. 

“We should get going, or we are going to be late. Would you help me bring this to the car?” he said while packing all the notebooks, dice, and maps; simultaneously, you widened your eyes and replied, “Edward Munson, please tell me that you are not hot-wiring cars again!” 

His laugh echoed by the trailer. “So that’s what you think about me, sweetheart?” You feel that he is trying to change the subject. “You’ve done it before, Eds.” 

“And you loved those rides as far as I remember…” Then, just as you opened your mouth to reply, he gently put his finger on it to make you stop talking. 

“Don’t worry, I’m clean - I’ve fixed Finnegan’s car, and he agreed to borrow the car a few times, including today. So would you give me the extreme honor of your company, m`lady?” And he put up that large sweet smile that you love so much. So how could you argue with him this way?

It was a quick ride, and you both were able to get the room ready before the others joined. Everyone was just excited about the campaign as Eddie was. He then activated Dungeon Master mode, and you and the boys started the campaign. 

Hours passed, and everyone was tense. Eddie was ruthless, and there was a new challenge at every corner, a new twist that would put your characters to the knees. Everyone was with low health points and on the verge of giving up. But you did not want to flee. 

You could see in Eddie’s eyes that he loved that his campaign was merciless to all of you. He was ready to call it a night to continue next week when you announced that you would like to make a frontal attack with the sword.

“You would need to roll a 20 for that”, Eddie said. The chances were minimal, and your character would die with a miss. “I know; let’s proceed.”  The other boys started complaining, trying to make you change your mind. 

“Look, I’m out of health potions, and you are all busy healing yourselves, no one will be able to heal me for additional turns. So our best bet is me trying to get a hit here… in the worst-case scenario, I bought you all more time. But it will work.” Eddie gave you a sided-smile, handing you the dice and saying, “Bold move.”. 

You throw the dice with all your hopes… and see that it lands with the big eight at the top. So far away from what you needed. Eddie gets up and screams, “THAT’S A MISS!”.

Some pats on your back cannot change the fact that the new campaign was brutal, and you tried your best but failed. However, it was fun anyways, so even though you lost the battle, everyone was smiling while packing and rethinking strategies for next week.

You two happily discussed the campaign in the car on your way back, mentioning your favorite parts and even thinking about some improvements. Eddie was proud of your overall performance; you were giving him a hard time; thankfully, he was well prepared and had options for many of your out-of-the-box ideas. 

“Ok, I admit it. You were very creative today”. You could feel the pride in his voice, and he had a smile from ear to ear while saying that. 

“More than you?” you risk saying. 

“Know your limits.”, he replied, and you both started laughing. You love the sound of his laugh and how it seems to hug your heart and make all your worries disappear. 

He then parks the car. You live at the trailer right in front of his, such a short distance, but he still sees you at your door. 

“Today was fun, Eds, thank you.” Of course, every day you spend with him is always great, but you always thank him anyway; you are not sure if he realizes how much you enjoy spending time with him. 

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. Morning shift tomorrow?” You are happy to see that he remembers your work schedule at Arcade. 

“Yes… let’s meet at 2 pm?” You were working a lot recently, doing overtime whenever you could to get more money - but you still did your best to ensure you always had time to see him. 

“Sure, I have only a couple of deals to do in the morning, and I’ll still be with the car. I’ll pick you up there. See you tomorrow!”.  You watched him turn around and go back to his trailer. You had to admit that you would have liked it if he gave you another kiss on the cheek like earlier today... But, hey, where had this thought come from? You brushed off that thought and prepared to enter your home. 

Your father was snoring on the couch. You could smell the cigarettes and see all the beer cans spread across the floor. The good news was that, as he was sleeping, he could not scream or fight with you for arriving late. You tried to clean as much as possible before taking a shower, and as you were getting ready to sleep, you quickly looked out the window, seeing that Eddie's room lamp was still on. You wondered what he was doing but were too tired to give much thought. “Good night, Eds,” you murmured while returning to bed. 

It was another morning at The Palace Arcade. You had already cleaned the space, checked if everything was working correctly, and updated the lost and found item list, so now you just had to keep an eye on the kids playing. Suddenly, a drawing of a knight appeared in front of you, with a smiley Will behind it. 

“Hey, Happy to see you! Let me see this…” You picked up the drawing to look closer. This time he drew the knight of Dragon’s lair, one of the arcade games.  “This looks amazing, Will! You are giving me a hard time, aren’t you? Challenge accepted!” You have this little agreement with Will. Each week one of you will draw something and challenge the other to a new version of it, and then compare drawings. 

“I’m sure yours will be amazing too! Jonathan wants to know if you are still stopping by tomorrow to help with his photos. I’ll ask him to get cookies for you if you do” - You and Jonathan were friends for a while, but after Will went missing, you got closer to Will and his friends too. 

“Sure, I’ll be there! Where are the boys?” you ask, already handing him the arcade coins Jonathan had already paid for him yesterday. “They are coming. I’ll play a bit while waiting for them.” he then smiled and waved at you while going to check the machines. 

“Hello, sunshine, spoiling our customers again?” said Ben in a cheerful voice. He will pick the afternoon shift, so you didn’t expect to see him there yet. 

“Doing great! But I guess you have around 20 minutes of freedom before coming here…” you replied with a smile. Ben was always gentle with you, not only at work but also at school. He has moved to the city recently, and even though he usually hangs out with the basketball guys, he never bullies you as they do. 

He leans on the counter, saying, “But I’m not coming to work early. I just thought that maybe you would like having someone to talk to… I mean, someone that is not a child, you know?”. You wanted to reply that you didn’t mind - The kids were always lovely to you, you have fun with them, of course not much as fun as you usually have with Eddie... You headshake your head, trying to take the thought about Eddie out of your head. 

“I’m sorry, I guess you don’t want me here.”. Ben thought that when you headshaked, you were signaling that you didn’t want to talk with him. 

“That’s not what I meant. Stay, let’s talk”, you say, touching his hand to stop him from leaving. He turns to you with a smile and something in his eyes…. Hope? You don’t know, but he doesn’t let you hold on to that for long as he starts talking, and the conversation flows.

“Yeah, and that’s why I was wondering if you would like to go out with me sometime…” You didn’t see it coming. You were not even sure you heard it right. “Sorry, you what?” You feared it might sound rude, but you needed him to repeat that. 

“I-I asked you a question… do you want to go out sometime?”. 

“Like a date?” - you had to clarify that. 

“Y-yeah, like a date. What do you say?” 

You hope your mouth is not wide open while trying to process everything. No boy has ever asked you out before. No boy has ever even looked at you as a potential date; Nancy had told you that it was just a matter of time or maybe a case of you paying more attention to your surroundings… you wondered what she would say when you told her about it. 

“Sure, I’d love to!” You noticed you sounded a little too excited. Of course, you are not in love with Ben or anything… but he is a nice guy, so why not enjoy his company? And upon seeing how happy Ben was, it seemed the right thing. 

“Friday night, at the diner, I need to close the arcade, but then I can pick you up at your house…” and you froze. 

Ben didn’t know you lived at the trailer park, but you knew that he lived near the wealthiest side of the city. He probably wouldn’t like going to the trailer park… and your father would freak out when he sees you going out with a boy… and you don’t want to scare Ben with that. 

“I’ll meet you here, I’ll help you close, and we can go together,” you quickly said, and Ben was happy with that.

The last minutes of your shift went by fast, and you were already on the sidewalk when Eddie pulled over. As you were walking towards the car, you heard him saying, “No, no, no…” while he was walking in your direction and opened the passenger door for you. “Please allow me to help you, m’lady” - you giggled and entered the car, waiting for him to join.

“Are you hungry? I made you a sandwich. Here, take it. There are more waiting for you back home. You won’t believe the wild dream I had last night…” and the ride home was mainly you eating while he told you about his dreams of slaying beasts, how his morning was and how much he had made from today’s deals. 

Weekends and parties were always the best times for his business - you were not a big fan of him selling weed. Still, you also knew that there were not many opportunities for those from the trailer park, and his father's reputation also did not help Eddie in his attempts to find a job. 

He opened the car door for you and quickly opened the trailer door, inviting you to enter. You noticed that things were organized and clean - he had a busy morning cleaning the trailer, as he mentioned in the car. 

“I’m back home, sweetheart,” he said, taking his guitar when he entered his bedroom. You smiled, thinking how funny it was that the only two things he uses this pet name for are you and his guitar—two essential items in his life… or that’s what you would like to believe. 

“I can’t wait to show you what I learned to play,” This was how your afternoon together started. You love to see him playing. He is really in his element, and, as always, he is performing as if he was live to millions of people… but it is a private show for you. And you would bang your head and sing along to the songs. It was always priceless -  These were perfectly happy moments of your life, and you did not take them for granted. 

He then puts his guitar back in place and picks up your drawing notebook and his dungeon master notes, lending them to you. “Would you please help me draw some new creatures? I’ll get us something to drink, be right back.” 

Eddie could draw, but he always said that you were far better at it than him, and he used to explain to you what he wanted, then you did your best to translate it into the paper. You love to draw and paint; it is your form of expression - you would never be able to be theatrical as Eddie was, but if someone handed you a piece of paper and a pencil, you could draw the world. 

He comes back into the bedroom, puts Iron Maiden to play, and starts telling you what he has in mind. Then, once you start drawing, he begins his campaign preparations, both of you working on your stuff but still stopping now and then, giggling when looking at each other, drinking a little before getting back to work.

“This is gonna be great; if you guys thought yesterday was hard, next Friday would be awesome”. Your heart dropped. Friday night. Hellfire. Your date. You completely forgot about it. 

“I’m sure the guys will be prepared too… but they will love whatever is coming; they always do.” You were still thinking about how you were going to tell Eddie that you wouldn’t be there. 

“And you too, I hope. Come on, sweetheart, I know your character was knocked out yesterday, but we can work this out.” Eddie senses that something is off, but he thinks you are still frustrated about how it ended yesterday. 

“No need to worry about it. I won’t be there, one less person for you to torture” you try hard to sound playful, but your nervousness is apparent. 

“What do you mean? Is your father trying to ground you again? We can handle this, you know, right?” He is looking straight at you with a worried look. 

“No, that’s not it…” You don’t know what to say and can’t look Eddie in the eye. He is visibly anxious, raising his eyebrows, his way of asking, “What?”

“I-I c-can’t go… I have… a date” - the last word said no louder than a whisper. You are still not looking into Eddie’s eyes, but you can feel him getting up when he yells, “YOU WHAT?”

“Don’t be so mad, Eds… It’s just one night, and my character is already dead anyway.” you imagined that he would be upset, but he seems to be overreacting. 

“So you killed yourself on purpose to skip Hellfire? To go on a date?”. Eddie felt betrayed. Everything was perfect, and now you were trying to prank him. It just didn’t make sense to him. 

“I know it’s hard for you to think someone could see me as a girl worth taking on a date, Eddie, but it happened. And for the record, I didn’t kill my character on purpose, and you should know better than that.”, you scolded him. You wish he could feel how angry you are. You know how important Hellfire is for him, but you can’t understand why he is reacting that way. 

“Who is him?” - He asked, curiosity pinching his brain. 

“Ben, he works with me at the Arcade…” and before you could continue, Eddie interrupted you again, “He already spends hours with you there, and now here he is trying to take Fridays from us!!”

“Nobody is taking anyone from anything, Eds. It’s just a date. I thought you’d be happy for me!” - you were both still yelling, but now you also stand up and try to hold his hand in hopes that it would help him calm down, but he takes a step back… and it hurts you.

“I can’t be happy if you are so stupid and don’t see you making a big mistake. He doesn’t care about you, and he knows nothing about you. Does he know that you are part of the trailer park scum? Do you think that he will stick around? They don’t understand us, and they don’t want to be with us. He won’t want you.” 

You could feel the tears bubbling inside you. Eddie’s words are hurting more than you thought was possible. So this is what he feels about you? If your best friend thinks that way, what chances do you have with the rest of the world? 

“Y-you are wrong” Your head was spinning. It all seemed like a nightmare. You didn’t think that things would get as bad as they were getting. 

“No, you are!! He is going to break your heart. Mark my words.” Finally, you just couldn’t bottle your emotions anymore, which was too much. “YOU ARE THE ONE BREAKING MY HEART RIGHT NOW” you yelled at him, tears flowing out of your eyes.

“Is that so?” He gasped and changed to a blank facial expression. “As I’m no good for you, I’ll keep my distance. Just don’t come back to me when he does break your heart, ok? I tried to warn you, but you just won’t listen. You made your choice. Deal with it… without me.” 

It was too much to take in. Just a couple of minutes ago, you were smiling and having fun. How did it come to this? It just doesn’t make any sense. “Eddie, please…” you tried to say, still sobbing. 

“You should go now.” Eddie said, looking down and pointing the way out. He doesn’t want to look at you anymore. 

You pack your things and leave his bedroom. Then, holding the doorknob of his trailer front door, you look back - You still have a small hope that he would come and apologize, but he is still in his bedroom. 

You go out, dizzy, concentrating on putting one step after another. You feel your trailer is miles away from his instead of just a couple of steps. When you enter your home and see that your father is not there, a wave of relief crosses your body. You just don’t have the strength to face your father today, not after that. 

“Just a bad day, just a bad dream. Tomorrow, everything will be fine.” You say to yourself, hoping that it will come true. 

Meanwhile, Eddie is looking out the window, seeing if you got home safely. When you closed your front door and were out of his eyesight, he turned around and punched the wall, making the knuckles on his hand hurt.

He sits at his bed, fingers passing on his hair as he tries to hold his head down when a scream leaves his mouth: “FUCK!”

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• STAY A WHILE •

pairing: kas!vamp eddie munson x (she/her) reader

summary: an unexpected guest tends to put a kink into things…

warning: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; canon divergence, enemies to lovers trope, season 4 spoilers; first half is straight up porn, previous series parts mentioned, internal dialogue, hardcore vamp shower sex, blood, gore, y/n count: 2, fluffy fluff, trauma responses & bonding, physical fighting, (unprotected) p in v, grief, violence, etc.

word count: ~8.6k

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• stories of eddie munson • season two • previous part •

note: this is for you, anonymous ♥️✨some influence from true blood & other vamp media, i ain’t gonna lie! also here are some smut resources I used to up my game; instead of & this spencer reid edit (so fahking hot).

thank you to @nackrosor for taking the time to beta read this part! you and your thoughts are so so appreciated and you truly helped make this part 10x better. ii think we make a great duo and i am very thankful. my loves, please check her out - her stories and, particularly, her smut is to die for...

Ten minutes. Ten minutes have passed. Ten minutes have passed and the water remains heated. You find it baffling. A shower surprisingly still warm to the touch. It feels good, better than you had imagined. Just like how his arms are still wrapped so tightly around you. Tightening with every second that passes. It feels good, better than you had imagined.

Ten minutes have passed and his arms are still hot to the touch. He hasn’t moved his forehead from your shoulder. His breath still a light breeze against your back. Your cheek rests upon his temple, digging deeper into the comforting embrace. His hair smells of honey. It’s soft, softer than you remember.

“Kas,” you coo. Kas’ head immediately perks up, but his arms continue to grip around you. “Why does your hair smell like honey?” you ask with all sincerity. He smiles as he returns to his rest. You can hear the soft laughter before a slow inhale. “You know, I’m not really sure.” He finds the topic random, but enjoyable. He wouldn't expect anything different from you. He would do anything, any thing to help you feel better.

You look over your shoulder, pinning your chin against your muscle. He pulls away naturally. Your eyes rake over that gentle face, pausing at each feature - taking him in. “Did you find a conditioner out there or something?” you ask but a laugh interrupts you. An unspoken understanding of how odd the conversation topic is and yet, it’s better than talking about your new-found reality.

Kas huffs, truly thinking about the concept. “No,” he shakes his head. “I was more focused on food than my hair to be honest.” You gasp, making him jump. He chuckles at his startled reaction. “How could anything come before your hair?” you inquire. His smile matches yours as he places a kiss upon your shoulder blade. Your eyes close as his lips press gently onto your skin. You soak in the sensation as though it may be your last.

“Okay, maybe I found some gel somewhere,” he admits with a tilt of his head. His front teeth biting into his lower lip. You turn your head back to the faucets, leaning further back into his chest. “For the bandana, right?” you mutter. “Yeah, for the bandana.” He adjusts his hands, but pulls you in closer as you rest between his legs. The water now rushes against your stomach.

Kas tucks his chin into the nape of your neck. He places a peck on your skin before nuzzling in some more. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asks hesitantly. You let the words float, contemplating a response. You note how your chest feels more open, that you can actually breathe. Your head feels centered and balanced, no longer light.

You could talk about it, if you wanted to. And yet, “Talk about what?” He lets out a breathy laugh as he hugs you tighter. Each squeeze gives you an ounce of your life back, an ounce of control. “Nothing, darlin’,” he says with another light kiss. You center your breathing, taking a deep exhale as you lean further into his embrace.

You stop - you feel something. It's not physical. It's not sweet. Your eyes closed and your heart opened, enough where you were startled awake again. You find comfort in him, in his hold. This time, fully aware, that these arms are not Eddie's. This chest is not his, nor these kisses. What you are loving, appreciating in this moment - these are Kas' actions. Kas is opening your heart...

“Should we-we should probably stand,” you suggest. Your hands reach the lipping of the tub. You push up as his arms fall to his side without retaliation. Kas follows behind with eyes to the shower’s floor. “Well, I’ll leave you to it,” he mumbles as he steps out. His soaked black jeans limit his movements almost comically.

You reach for his wrist, wrapping your fingers around it. The action not tethered to your conscious, but here you are having to explain it. His eyes land on your grip and then trace up your arm and to your face. “You can stay,” you whisper. His eyes slightly light up as he takes in a breath. “I-I need help getting my back,” you quickly lie. A smile pulls to his right side as he nods. “Of course.”

Kas leans onto his other leg, still being drenched by the water, but you quickly stop him. “Those must hurt. You should take them off,” you suggest. Your eyes lift to his. Innocence fills them, and that same innocence he sees. He likes this side of you. He nods before taking off his jeans and boxers. You could see where the denim had irritated his iridescent skin. With a deep breath, you quickly raise your eyes. "A-and your bandana too."

Something changed between you both. Why fight it?

Kas stands before you, completely bare as you are for him. Your eyes travel from his lips, to the nervous swallow of his adam’s apple, to his collar bone. Your body craves his skin, craves a bite and a kiss against those bones. You revel over Eddie’s tattoos. The spider that you aimed for any time you fell asleep on his chest. The light brown happy trail that leads to his finely groomed bush. Your heart races at the sight of his cock. You try not to let your emotions show, but you take in a sharp breath through your nostrils.

You missed his body. You have missed it every second since that night.

As you finally make your way back up to his eyes, you realize he has been watching you the entire time. A smile thick upon his face. Despite your blush, you grab hold of the soap and lather your hands. "You coming?" He softly chuckles as he takes a step into the tub. He faces you, awaiting your love. “Turn,” you instruct while guiding his body to turn around. You were not yet ready for any head on act.

Kas watches you through the corner of his eye while you massage his back. You recognize the little beauty marks you like to trace here and there. There was always one to mirror the other. A pair of beauty marks on his left shoulder blade. One at his mid-back, a mark on either side of his spine. But your hands stop at the rough surface of his lower back. The scars you do not remember. The scars that are not his. They are Kas’ scars.

Despite its healing, the wound remains pink with ripples of dark red. It rips around his waist and to his stomach. You have seen it, this huge break in his skin, but you haven’t been able to study it. To really see the pain that caused and followed the injury. You are careful to touch it, careful not to hurt him. He has been through so much.

You lower your hands onto his butt cheeks without hesitation. Kas lets out a sheepish giggle as he steps forward, as though he didn’t expect it. His reaction catches you off guard, leaving you with confusion and a chuckle. “You ticklish?” you ask as you grip against his cheeks again. He yelps as he presses his palms upon the tiled wall. You laugh alongside him. Did you find his weakness? His ass? “I just didn’t see that coming,” he murmurs out of breath. “I’ll move on I guess,” you lead as you tauntingly giggle. You crouch as your hands fall to his thighs and down to his calves. He drops a harsh breath as his finger taps against his outer thigh.

As you raise, your hand trails up his soft body. Your fingers light upon his skin as you trace them up to the crook of his neck. You step aside to allow the hot water to splash against his pinking back. Your hand still travels his body, slowly making its way to his devilish jawline. A fingertip lands at his chin, guiding his face back towards you. The smile has now disappeared. He peers down at you with a flat lip. His eyes scream for your attention, but you are stuck glaring down on his cock standing straight as ever. “So predictable,” you murmur as you step forward. His dick now resting at your hip as your finger brushes a curled lock behind his ear.

Your eyes return to his, expecting his sex gaze that usually ends with a leaned in kiss, but you are left surprised. His brows are perplexed as he places space between you two. No sex in his eyes. He looks at you as though he was finally able to see you, to examine you just as you had with him. His finger brushes against your right ribs which rips a wince from your lips. You turn down to see a purple, yellow bruise beneath your breast thickly spread across your side. His eyes turn to the side of your face.

His finger guides your chin to the right as he observes the harsh red line wrapping your neck. It is almost as though his attention pulled your own. The unfortunate act that now has you feeling every ounce of pain within your body. With a shift of your weight, you can feel all your joints screaming and on fire.

“I’m sorry he hurt you,” Kas mutters as he reaches for the soap. He rubs it across your chest, desperate not to make eye contact with you. His eyes are down like those of a child who’s done wrong. He lathers the soap across your skin gently. He pays special attention to the beaten parts of you. However, you could barely notice his level of care. Your gaze had deadened, blurred to all hell, once reminded of your injuries. Somehow, you find comfort in knowing that your pain matches his. That you two are tethered together. Your bodies telling the story of your combined tragedy.

He breaks your train of thought with five simple words. “I’m sorry I hurt you,” he says flatly. His touch still delicate on your body. This time you purposefully seek out his eyes, ducking down to find them. Once met and he could not longer hide, you can see the tears welling within them. You can stare into his brown, red flaked eyes without worry. Your hand instinctually floats to his cheek. Your thumb caresses him and he leans deeper into your palm. The silence feels comfortable, natural, enjoyable between you two, as though you have done this for years.

You lean into him with eyes closed. He watches you like a deer in headlights. Your lips lightly land upon his, a soft kiss that causes electricity to fire throughout both your bodies. The sweetness distinct as you open your mouth and take his tongue in. Its strong force thick upon yours. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer and closer into you. He crashes even harder against you. His hands gripping onto your hips before wrapping around your mid back.

Kas pins you on the cool tiled wall. Your fingers dig into his back. He quickly tucks his hand beneath your thigh, hiking your foot up and onto the tub’s ledge. His moans reverberate upon your lips and you pull him deeper and deeper. Your fingernails digging into his skin. Both of your breaths hot, fast, and harsh.

“Kas,” you whimper as his kisses travel down your chin and onto your neck. Your hips rut against his throbbing cock. He moans above your skin as he grinds opposing your force. The water rushes between you two with such pleasure. Your hand reaches for him, tightening your fingers around his girth. A thumb brushing across the threshold of his tip. You bite into his bottom lip as he breathes heavily against you. He pulls back into a smile, ripping away and leaving blood in both your mouths.

You rush your movements, taking the sight of him in. Those furrowing brows. Those fluttering eyelids. That hanging mouth and rising chin as he feels every bit of bliss from your touch. You swear this breathing halts. He struggles to speak, inevitably licking his lips and forgetting his words. God, how you enjoyed turning this strong man into a puddle! His forehead presses against yours.

Kas' forehead presses against yours lazily. “Fuck, y/n,” he exasperates. You hastily pull away, almost throwing yourself against the wall. He stares back at you with widening eyes. His hands falling from your body just to raise slowly, in case he did something he shouldn't have. But he didn't do anything, it's the name. Your name that has suddenly become unfamiliar. A name to reference a life lived and a life lost. The name of a girl who only knew innocence and barely met love. A girl who died when her soulmate passed away saving the town and avenging the death of a friend.

A girl who no longer exists.

“Just-,” you start, unclear of where the sentence may end. “D-don’t call me that. Not anymore.” His head tilts as he attempts to place a comforting hand at your side, but you push his arm aside, refusing his coddling. His eyes fall again, taking a deep swallow as they do. “What should I call you?” he asks in a whisper.

Your brows pull, tight and furrowed. The question is perplexing. You have just realized that you no longer identify with yourself and now, what? You have to come up with a name? You shake your head, hoping to erase the memories like an etch-n-sketch. “Just keep calling me ‘darlin,’” you whisper. "You're good at that."

Kas hesitantly raises his hand to your cheek. At first, you dodge him with a quivering lip, but he decides to press forward, landing his palm upon your cheek. “Yes, darlin’,” he murmurs as he meets your gaze. He understood what was happening without another word needing to be said. You nod along exhaustingly. Your hand meeting his hip and trailing up towards his neck.

You pull him roughly against your mouth, wanting to end the conversation as quickly as possible. His tongue adamantly slides past your lips as your nails dig into him once again. His hand presses against your hip, pushing you harshly against the wall. You could feel his body tensing atop you. You cannot think of a better place to be.

Both bodies move with grace. Kas lifts you with strong hands at your ass while your leg curls behind his. His cock at your entrance as he slowly lowers your waist onto him. His breath on your face as you mewl from the euphoric sensation. He thrusts firmly, causing gasps to drop from your lips. His girth reaches all your crooks and crannies. He fills you up and you are dying for more.

Your back slides up and down against the wall. Your wet hair snarls together. He buries himself in you. Deep, dark thrusts that make you want to scream with pleasure. He heaves against you, struggling to sustain the kisses on your neck as your tightening walls pull his attention. His hot breath upon your skin leaves you aching, aching for something more. Something you don’t yet know.

“God, fuck,” Kas grumbles against you. His ruts become harder and harder. "You feel so g-good." Your nails dig deeper, ripping up his back without care. Eyes beginning to roll as he quickens. Moans fall from your lips as you press the crown of your head upon the wall. Your neck extends as you do.

A seething breath rips from Kas, halting his movement. He still holds you close against him, tightly wound as he’s stiff within you. “I-I,” he whispers as he pulls from your neck. His eyes turn up to the ceiling as he lets out a shaking exhale. You study him. How his mouth hangs open. How his body stills, tenses, and pulls away.

“No,” you plead as you bring him closer. He keeps his head away, trying so hard to keep his eyes up despite your strong pull. You loosen your grip at his efforts. “Help me understand,” you whisper. “I just need a second,” he answers quickly, finally closing his eyes. He takes another chilling and shaken breath. “It’s hard not to,” he mumbles. “Not to what?” Your eyes seek for the answer.

Kas slowly opens his eyes and leads his gaze towards your neck. He takes a deep breath before shutting his eyes and kissing the exposed, sensitive skin. You understood as soon as you felt his touch. He wants it. He wants you, but not in a way that anyone has wanted you before. “Do it,” you whisper, tilting your head to the right. Not a second thought runs through your mind. He raises from your neck, proud of himself before reacting to your words with worry.

“Come on,” you urge softly. He shakes his head with a stiff lip. Why is he making this harder on you? On him? With a huff, you pull him closer once more. Your hips simultaneously grinding upon him. The friction explodes between you two. You both moan into each other's mouths, dying from absolute pleasure. His eyes shutting tight before roughly opening back to yours. "Tell me what you want," he says sternly. "I want a reason to give it to you so badly."

A gasp escapes you in response to his abrupt demand. It forces you to finally acknowledge the burning desire to be consumed by him in a way that truthfully scares you to your core. “Bite me, Kas.” He stares into you, almost into your soul, to determine whether or not you are serious. And without a second passing, he pulls your hips harshly upon himself. He sends rough and quick thrusts, burying himself within, that roll your eyes to the back of your head.

As soon as your eyelids close, Kas sinks his sharpened teeth into your neck. You let out a gasp filled moan. The pain excruciating but it quickly subsides. You can feel the dense, warm liquid trailing down your chest. He rams harder and harder with each bite. His mouth and tongue delightful against your sensitive skin.

You could not imagine his touch feeling any better and yet the added light headed sensation pushes you closer and closer to exploding and reaching the high you desperately crave. “Oh god,” you choke out as your fingers rake through his hair. Your bodies bounce off of one another. A devilish and wet smacking echoing within the room. The now cold water feeling refreshing.

He pulls up for air, inhaling deeply, as he lays his love drunk eyes upon you. Blood drips from the sides of his mouth and the tip of his nose. It's crimson flows in tandem with the water and spirals its way down the drain. Naturally, you attempt to turn around, trying to offer what you consider is the best of yourself. “No.” He stops you with gentle hands at your waist. “I want to see you. All of you.”

Innocently, Kas brings a thumb to his fang, pricking it ever so lightly. He offers it to you while sustaining slow, powerful ruts that make your knees buckle. You open your mouth without delay. He places the finger at the curl of your tongue. You wrap your lips around him as you suck in his intoxicating blood.

With a hiss, he murmurs, “Take it like a good girl.” He slams his hips against you, and you swear you will have more bruises by the end of this shower. The euphoric feeling drops your head in the clouds, desperate for its never ending status but sadly, your body can only take so much. “Fuck,” you purr. “I’m gonna…”

“Wait, darlin’,” Kas hushes. “Almost - I’m almost…” Thrust. Thrust. Thrust and …. You feel his body tense against you. Incoherent words mumbling out as he curls into you, his head on your neck yet again, but “darlin’” comes out clear as day. You love the idea of his seed within you. The pulsing feeling pushes you to reach your high right alongside him, dissolving into pleasure. It sends shockwaves throughout your body, making you weak as you cling onto him with sinful screams.

Pornographic sounds leave both your lips as you collapse into each other. Both bodies slide down until they fall onto the tub floor. They land where they began, holding each other underneath the streaming water. Heaving breaths escape you both as you lean onto one another for support.

Five minutes. Five minutes have passed. Five minutes have passed and you rest against his chest, lying between his thighs as the water crashes upon you both. At one point, he had placed his still bleeding thumb against your bite marks. They have since healed. The water washing away the evidence. It washes away the transgression.

“Darlin’,” Kas whispers just before kissing your forehead. “I know, we should probably get up,” you mutter. You rest your weight on your hand as you raise from his hold. He watches you with adoration in his eyes. If his pupils could switch shapes, they would be pure hearts. You would be lying if you didn’t think the same of yourself. Something changed here in this shower. What if things go back to normal once you leave?

Kas stands beside you. He places gentle hands at your hips, guiding you up and ensuring you’ve gained your balance. He steps out of the shower, breaking the seal before you could stop him. You watch him with eyes of wonder, waiting for him to revert to the asshole he was.

But he extends his hand to you. You take it curiously. He grabs hold of a hanging towel and wraps it around your shivering body. He rubs his hands up your back, trying to keep you warm. “Thank you,” you say. He smiles as he reaches for the other towel. He wraps it around his waist and quickly returns his hands to your back, rubbing as he does.

“I’m feeling like a nap,” Kas grumbles as he guides you out of the bathroom. You hum in excitement at the idea of sleep. You forgot how much you needed it. The reminder hits you like an 18 wheeler.

Entering the bedroom, you’re reminded of the disastrous sight before you. “I don’t think I can sleep in Reefer Rick’s sheets,” you shudder at the thought. “Hold on,” he says as he determinedly walks to the bed. He rips off the cheetah print and the stained checkered duvet. He drops them onto the ground and begins to dig into the dressers.

“Ahah,” he exclaims as he shakes a roll of burgundy sheets your way. “You get that end?” you suggest with a laugh. He nods and shakes out the fitted sheet. You grab hold of your side, tucking it under the corners of the mattress.

Kas lands atop of the bed in celebration of clean sheets, but immediately begins to roll like a wave. “What the hell?” he mumbles with his arms spread out. You laugh as you land a hand against the bed. “It’s a water bed, Kas,” you giggle. “The fuck?” he asks, struggling to sit up like a cat stuck in water.

You lay down, grabbing the pillows and stripping their sheets. “Can you grab me the pillow covers?” you ask as you point towards the dresser. He nods as he fumbles out of the bed. You burst into laughter watching him drop onto the floor. “I’m good!” He reaches into the drawer and throws the cases your way.

As you switch them out, you peer outside the sliding door to the patio. The purpled, deep mist still thick on the water. “Do you think that fog will ever let up?” you ask as you pat his pillow down. “Let me see,” he says as he struggles to open the door. It clearly hasn’t been used in some time.

Kas walks out, carefully stepping upon the rotten wood. He takes in a deep breath as he looks out into the fog. You stifle your giggle, trying to understand what he was doing. He turns around with absolute confidence, nodding his head hastily. He closes the door and dives back onto the water bed.

You smirk, working on your own pillow case. “Well?” you ask with a chuckle. He peers up at you, his neck all twisted, as he rests on the mattress. “Darlin’, I have no idea.” You laugh alongside him. He reaches for you, guiding you beside him as he rests his head upon your chest. Your fingers naturally run through his hair, tracing little circles on his temple.

“You know, I might just be alright dying here with you in Reefer Rick’s bedroom,” Kas murmurs as he digs deeper into your embrace. “You know, I might not be cool with you dying,” you say with a bit of awe. He smiles, but remains curled against your breast. “I actually want you to stay for a while,” you mutter under your breath. Embarrassment fills your cheeks with hot red. His hand tucks underneath your hip, pulling you closer. “Always,” he replies.

You fall asleep, tight within his arms. His light snoring is music to your ears. His warmth and weight on your chest is the best weighted blanket you could ask for. Sleep with Kas is easy. You feel safe with him by your side.

A series of crescendoing knocks echoes from downstairs.

You jump at the sound, instantly putting Kas in defensive mode. Both of you startled from your 45-minute sleep. "Did someone see us?" you ask with panic in your voice. The words come out automatically. His eyes squint with furrowing brows. He slowly shakes his head as he pushes up from the mattress. "I don't think so," he whispers as he makes his way to the dresser one again. His hands plunge into the drawer until they find a pair of black cotton shorts, something Eddie would never wear. He slugs them on before walking out the door with determination.

You rest hiding in your sheets, wondering if you should stand. A few silent seconds pass and you roll yourself off the water bed. You look into the still opened drawer. You can see where his hand brushed through all the rolled clothing, unfolding it. A large graphic tee decorated by MTV's logo catches your eye. It flows over your head and shoulders without difficulty. You have grown quite fond of oversized shirts in the last few weeks.

As you raise a pair of jeans atop your hips to see if they would fit, you hear a loud bang downstairs. Your heart drops as your palms grow sweaty. You were halfway down the staircase before you realized you were running. The noises never stopped. It sounded muffled, like items being tossed to the ground. You didn't start rushing until you heard glass crash.

The sight before you left your body frozen. Kas had someone pinned against the wall. His palms pressed heavily against the intruder's inner wrists. Glass shards are trickled throughout the carpet. The living room was quite the mess before, the only difference being the now escalating altercation in its midst.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" Kas yells. He raises the intruder's arm just to slam it back against the wall. You could barely see the person beneath him, but you try your best to grab a glimpse. "I-I-I," you hear stuttering falling from the smaller individual. Your hands' grip tightens against the banister.

Kas growls aloud as he pulls against the person's arm and drops them onto the floor behind him. He slowly turns around with a stone cold face you only recognize from the night prior. His eyes red, red once again, as he yells down at the intruder. "Tell me!" He gradually lands onto a knee beside the person's waist. His tightening knuckles gripping harshly at his collar.

Your eyes drop to the, now identifiable, boy as Kas straddles him. The curly brunette hair almost matched Kas', just a shade lighter. He is smaller, much smaller in stature and overall size. He cries, begging for him to stop. You hate yourself for not rushing to his aid but you are glued to the steps. Your body does not even give you the option.

As his head fell back onto the burnt orange carpet, the boy's baseball cap drops on the floor. You find yourself entranced by it, by its color. Kas lands a hard punch against his cheek when you finally make your way onto the carpet. You feel as though you were in a trance, as though the violence before you was just a blur in the background. All you wanted was to hold that cap, to take a better look. There was something about it. Something you didn't understand. Something that drew you to it.

You bend down to reach for it. The boy raises his hands, begging Kas to stop, but another punch lands against his face. The cap's hard visor rests between your two fingers. It's bright turquoise blue eerily familiar. As you turn it your way, you read "Thinking Cap" aloud. Finally, it makes sense and the whole world returns to its high definition.

Your raising eyes land upon Dustin Henderson and his bleeding, bruised face. Kas pulls him up by his collar just to plunge his sharp fangs into his neck. "Stop!" you scream as you lunge towards Kas. Your hands press harshly against his chest, pushing him off Dustin's body. Dustin gasps as he quickly applies pressure upon his wound. He inches away, fueled by adrenaline, but is still too weak to crawl.

As he stumbles back, Kas' eyes look through you. There was no emotion. No recognition. He was purely in a kill mode and nothing will pull him out of it. He reaches for Dustin once again, but you step in his way. "Stop," you lead. Your hands slowly raising. "We can talk about this." His gaze is stuck upon the cowering body behind you. "Do you know who that is?" he asks with a chilling tone.

You are forced to remember the stories of Dustin's betrayal. You try your best to keep in mind that you may not have had a reliable source, but those stories still make you sick to your stomach. "I know," you whisper under your breath. Kas scoffs, taking a step forward. "Then there's nothing to talk about."

You place your hand upon his chest - a simple gesture that you hope he will respect. He turns to look at you, this time with a look of disgust. Those red eyes pulling him further and further from the Kas that you have come to know. "Move," he demands with a chilling, deep voice. Your eyes begin to well as fear strikes your chest. Despite stifling your sobs, you shake your head in refusal. He pulls his eyes from you, scoffing as he peers down at Dustin.

With an abrupt movement, Kas pushes you out of the way with his hand. Your body crashes harshly against the glass display, cracking it behind you. You fall to your hands and knees against the shards thick within the carpet's fabric. Your blood rushing between your fingers. A whimper escapes you as you pull out the biggest pieces, but all you can hear is Dustin's breathless pleads. "Stop, Eddie, this isn't you." His voice quivers, terrified by the bloodied, murderous sight before him.

You wince at the sound of his name, knowing it would just cause more pain. Kas winds up a kick before digging it into Dustin's ribcage. An animalistic yell falling from his lips. You can hear sobs as the boy crumbles into himself. "Please," he whispers. The words almost as painful as the microscopic shards in your palm.

Despite the glass, you pick yourself up. Harsh exhales as you push off the ground. You know this isn’t Kas. Not the man who held you in the rolling hills, and certainly not the man who you’ve come to care for. No, this is a boy who only knows pain, loneliness, and abandonment. The boy with red eyes, who only comes out when brutally faced with memories of the past.

Your body moves independently, no longer connected with your consciousness. There is no guilt or second guessing. You need to protect Dustin, not for him or Kas, but for Eddie. You do this for Eddie Munson.

Your fingers wrap around a lamp post resting on a side table beside the filthy couch. You yank it from its place, pulling out its plug recklessly. With a single swing, you crash the lamp against the base of Kas’ spine. He falls down immediately, knocked out. His face flat and smushed against the floor across from Dustin’s. You still see his chest rising and falling. You hate the relief you feel from the sight.

“Dustin,” you whisper as you fall on your knees beside him. He is hurt, badly. You rush to apply pressure against the bite. You can feel his pulse beneath your finger tips. It’s strong. It gives you hope. He grumbles as you tilt him onto his back. “Dustin,” you plead. “Talk to me.” He lets out another sob, one that shakes you to your core. He turns back onto his side, reaching out for Kas’ unconscious body. “Eddie,” he cries softly.

You are hit like a tidal wave filled with emotions. Dustin’s cries have mirrored your own. You are terrified to think of what he will soon learn. How reality will hit him - hit him harder than Kas did.

“He’s okay,” you soothe. Your worried eyes peer back at Kas. His hair thrush against his face. His arms cross upon his chest as he sleeps off the hit. “Y/n?” he asks through sobs. His eye quickly swelling, only leaving him with his right. You take a deep breath, trying to stay in the moment with him.

“Yeah,” you let out with an exhale. In this context, your name feels right. "You found him," Dustin whispers with a hint of a bloodied smile. A breathy chuckle falls between you both. "He found me," you utter. His hand weakly falls from his neck. "He always said he would..." he trails off.

You drop your eyes to your hands. The pressure isn’t enough. It wasn't enough with his hand. You needed more, more than this. You can’t split your attention. He needs help. “Dustin, I need you to keep your hand right here,” you say, grabbing his hand and placing it firmly on his neck. He struggles to remain conscious but manages to keep pressure where needed.

Quickly, you crawl over to Kas. You carefully raise his head and place it within your lap. “Kas,” you whisper as your hand taps against his cheek. Your fingers push back strands of dark locks from his face. “Kas, you gotta wake up.” Another tap and his eyelids lightly flutter. Excitement and relief pour over you as you look back at Dustin. You just might be able to save him.

His lazy eyes open and land upon your face. His chocolate irises warm your soul. A small smile appears on those delicate lips. The man you know is back. You hold your hand to his cheek, leaning down towards him with your own beaming grin. “Hey darlin’,” he whispers but winces at the sudden pain on the base of his skull. “Hi Kas,” you murmur.

Kas’ eyes light up at the sound of your voice. Slowly, you watch his memory return. A twitch of his brow and his breathing increases. He attempts to sit up but you hold him down with a hand to his chest. “Kas,” you say softly. “I need you to trust me. Can you do that?” You can feel his heart racing beneath your palm. His jaw clenches as he slowly nods.

You smile, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “Dustin,” you say but he immediately pushes against your hand. With a quick inhale, you continue, “Dustin is here. I know what he did to you,” you whisper. “But we need answers. We need to know his side of things.” The reality is that Kas only knows what Vecna told him, as far as you know, and you both have already caught the skinless fuck in a lie. You need to know exactly what happened to Eddie. You deserve to know.

Kas takes in sharp breaths through his nostrils. You try to calm him by brushing your hand through his curls. “What do you need me to do?” he asks reluctantly. He struggles to hold on to his anger when you provide him with the comfort and love he has been craving since he woke up in this hellhole. “Give him your blood, like you did for me.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes as he pushes up from the ground. He sits up beside you, keeping his eyes upon yours. “If he’s anything like you, he’s going to pass out for days with how much he needs,” he mutters with annoyance. “Good,” you offer. “It’ll give us some time to talk.”

He shakes his head as he finally pulls from your gaze. He bites into his wrist as though he was being asked to complete the biggest chore. He quickly grabs your palms and squeezes his hand into a fist above them. Drops fall and you whisper your gratitude while spreading the blood upon your cuts. He then crawls over to press his inner arm against Dustin’s mouth. As soon as blood touches his tongue, Dustin begins to reach for Kas. He holds his arm tight at his mouth, sucking more and more.

Kas finally rips his arm from Dustin’s grasp. His limp body falls backwards without another word said. Kas stands and walks up the stairs without looking back towards you. You rush to the boy’s side, quickly checking his neck. It had already healed over. The swollen eye slowly returns to its normal state. He finally looks like the boy you always saw seated beside Eddie at the Hellfire table.

With a smile, you reach onto the couch to retrieve a pillow and blanket. You place it under Dustin’s head and carefully tuck his body in. You are too scared to move him, but thankful he fell far from the glass. He needs rest to recover. You just wish that Kas’ blood healed mental wounds too.

You rush upstairs, wanting nothing more than to talk to Kas. You are worried, concerned. There is like a flick to him, some switch that gets triggered any time he is met with someone from Eddie’s past. When those red eyes appear, you have learned that Eddie nor Kas is present. It's a trauma response, a different personality - you don’t know. You just know that the man with red eyes is dangerous and should be avoided at all costs.

As you walk into the bedroom’s doorway, you find Kas staring out into the mist again. You stand beside him, just before the sliding door. Your arms crossed over your chest. “He’s alive,” he mutters. You nod, knowing better than to try to make eye contact with him right now. “Thank you.”

He turns to you. You immediately note the tears in his eyes. “I saved him for you,” he whispers. You give him a reassuring nod, placing your palm at his cheek. “I know, Kas. Thank you.” He leans into your palm with brows furrowed. “You know what he did to me,” he painfully whispers as his eyes fall. “He left you,” you answer, raising his face back towards you. “But why? We don’t know why.”

Kas pulls away, rushing back to his side of the bed. “Why should I care?” he yells. You follow behind him but continue to respect his space. “Because you don't know the whole story. That asshole might've spun you a bullshit tale, telling you he left you on purpose,” you start. He shakes his head, whispering “no” on repeat as he paces in the room. “What if he had to leave?" You brush a hand through your hair. You truly hope that the reasoning falls along those lines or else you might actually be an accessory to murder.

"You don't remember anything?” you ask with sincerity. “I don’t remember!” he yells as he kicks the dresser. The wood snaps and breaks into shrapnel across the floor. You gasp at the sound, covering your mouth with your hand, but slowly you lower it. His face is pained. His fingers tapping against his head as his mental state crumbles before you. It hurts to see him like this.

“Okay, okay,” you murmur. You slowly approach his pacing rhythm. Your moves are hesitant and careful, knowing that any wrong touch could trigger his upset. Only a step away and you can feel the heat resonating off of his skin. He whispers to himself as his fingers tug onto the roots of his hair.

Your hand reaches for his bicep. Slowly, desperately slow as you trail your palm up to the back of his neck. You guide his forehead to your chest as you wrap your arms around him. His hands crash around your waist as he falls into your embrace. “I don’t want to remember,” he whispers against you.

Your hand pushes through Kas’ hair, shushing him as he cries soft sobs into your chest. You take a quick breath and clear your throat, trying to gather your thoughts through these intense emotions. “You don’t have to remember, baby,” you soothe. “You don’t have to remember. It's going to be okay."

You guide his head away from you so that you can hold his gaze. His eyes red and swollen from crying. You brush his tears away with your thumb. “You are safe. Here with me," you start. "But you have to let go of that anger and think for yourself.” He pulls away from you, sniffling as he does. “You almost killed him and you don’t even know why, Kas,” you plead. He throws his hand up, scoffing. "I've killed worse for less."

You aren't sure if he intended to upset or shock you with this statement. Regardless, you have decided to no longer accept the dangerous and disastrous emotions that a skinless chicken, Vecna, has decided for Kas. If he doesn't want to remember, that's his choice but he certainly doesn't get to act based off of emotions that a psychopath thinks he should have.

You grab his hand and pull him to a sit on the mattress. You recognize how lucky you are that he’s even allowing you to touch him, but you move confident and unbothered. “I understand not wanting to remember the bad stuff, trust me,” you mutter. “And that kid… if his actions lead to him not coming home, I-I would have no issues leaving him alone with you down there, but the fact is, he mattered.” You point to the boy through the floorboards, seething with your tears. “He mattered to Eddie and that is why we need to hear his side of things.”

As soon as you say his name, Kas’ head perks up again. His face turns into that familiar disgust as his lips pull and he begins a low growl. “Oh, don't start with that shit," you spit out. "Eddie talked about that boy like he was his fucking prodigy! He mattered.” He rolls his eyes, sucking his tongue against his teeth. “Why should I care who mattered to him?” he asks with revulsion.

“You care about me, don’t you?” you yell out hastily. You are caught off guard with the amount of vulnerability you threw to the wind. You accidentally put yourself in harm’s way, leaving yourself open for an attack. In this, you recognize that Kas can hurt you. He has the ability to hurt you to your core, something you did not expect or could have wanted. You are terrified of this situation, knowing how careless he truly could be with your heart. He could simply say "no" and your whole world would crumble.

Kas’ finger makes its way to your chin, raising it to his eye line. “Of course I care about you,” he murmurs. A twitch of a smile escapes you. You push away your happiness to finish your point, dropping the smile as quickly as it appeared. “Dustin mattered. Eddie wouldn't just care like that about anyone,” you say. “The why matters to me too.”

He takes in a breath, unintentionally pulling back and placing distance between you two. He slowly nods, showing his understanding. He may not like it, but he understands. It is just like that moment, when he could have let Vecna kill you. Eddie saved you that night, not Kas, and yet you'll never know.

“What do you need me to do?” Kas asks as he reaches for your hand. You gladly intertwine your fingers and bring both hands to your chest. “Let him tell his side. No more fighting. Just talking,” you plead. Your brows raise as you beg him to accept. He nods again, still not happy about the situation. “We’ll listen, and then I'll decide what to do with him,” he mutters. He pulls back his hand and stands, making his way to the door's threshold.

You turn, calling him back to you. “Kas.” Both your eyes meet in a way that makes your heart skip a beat. He leans against the doorframe. His body still and gorgeous. God, you wish you could take a picture of this moment. A keepsake to always remember his beauty. “I care about you too. You matter to me. I need you to know that,” you state plainly.

Kas pushes off the doorframe to walk your way. His hands are tangled in your hair before you feel him crash against your lips. A kiss so passionate you feel lightheaded, as if you could see the stars through the ceiling. He pulls away at just the right moment, leaving you dying for more, whimpering for his return. His lips only inches away when he whispers, “I love you too” just before walking out of the room.

As soon as he leaves, your eyes widen to an unmeasurable size. He loves you too? Your heart stills at the thought of him loving you. A hopeful feeling that raises your chest, but also makes you forget to breathe. It is a complicated feeling, but you wouldn't trade it for the world. Although, it's nothing compared to the panic you feel when you attempt to analyze the "too" part. Does he think you were telling him that you loved him? No, you were just telling him that you cared - that he meant something to you. Fuck, what if he's right. What if there is a "too?"

You quickly stand, shaking your head. A simple "nope" falls from your lips as you steadily make your way out the bedroom. This is not the time, nor the place to analyze your feelings. You make your way down the stairs with wide opened ears. Silence. You peer around the bannister and note that Kas sits upon the couch facing Dustin's unconscious body. He stares, not a blink to be seen.

Breaking his gaze, you purposefully walk before him while on your way to the kitchen. You happily feel his eyes upon you as you open one of the cabinets. Food will probably be difficult to find, but maybe you could find something edible. You reach up on your tippy toes to see the top shelf, fully aware that your oversized shirt raises up to your waist and exposes your panties. As you land back onto your heels, you look over your shoulder to catch his adoration. He coughs and quickly turns back to Dustin. You giggle, shaking your head.

Making your way to the fridge, you finally land upon an incomplete pack of Eddie's favorite brand of beer. Despite your crouch, you drop your head and take a deep breath. Tears well in your eyes but you blink, hoping they will disappear. With a deep breath, you stop to appreciate the sight. Eddie was here. He touched these beers and he touched this very fridge. "I miss you," you whisper to yourself. "Things may look a little weird from where you are, but I'm still crazy about you, baby. I will see you again."

With a sniffle, you reach for two bottles of beer - leaving three left for Eddie to finish somehow. You stand, slowly closing the door as you take slow inhales. You walk back towards the living room with both beers hanging between your fingers. Kas' eyes light up, a smile shortly follows. You sway the bottles, dancing as you do. "Oh yeah, darlin'," he encourages with a clap and a seated dance himself.

You hand him one, crashing beside him on the couch. Almost habitual, his hand reaches for your beer. He twists off the cap just as Eddie used to and hands it back to you. You take a sip without a second thought. He kicks his feet up onto the coffee table, leaning back into the cushions. His arm wraps around your shoulders as you burrow into his chest.

As your eyes land upon the black screen of the TV, just beside Dustin's sleeping body, you hum to yourself. "Wanna see what's on?" you ask, peering up at him. Kas shrugs while taking another sip. You reach for the remote on the table and click the on button. Two men appear on the screen wearing white opened suits and brightly covered undershirts. "Oh, Miami Vice," you call out. "Have you seen it before?"

When you turn back to him, his chin is tucked within his neck. He watches the two men in disgust as he takes a swig of his beer. You laugh uncontrollably at the sight, landing a hand at his chest. "They look like douches, but they're pretty cool - fighting crime and shit," you share. "Let's watch five minutes of it and if you don't like it, we can change the channel?" He huffs, nodding at the idea. "I'll be counting down the minutes," he mutters.

And there you two sit for the next fourteen hours watching Miami Vice. Kas is completely invested in Detective Crockett and Tubb's storyline. He almost didn't want to leave to get food with you, but he managed to pull away from the TV to hide in the shadows while you were in the store and walk you back to Rick's. You decided to clean up the shards, which then turned into the entire living room, during a few commercial breaks. However around hour ten, you struggled to keep your eyes open and fell asleep on Kas' chest. It didn't help that he was running his fingers through your hair as you cuddled upon his spider tattoo.

Dustin still sleeps soundlessly upon the ground, tucked in his blanket and pillow. Kas has steadily relaxed within his presence. You have even caught a small smile when Dustin stretches out within his slumber. The world finally seems alright. You are beyond thankful for this quick break from your new reality. This is the only pure happy thing that has happened since Eddie passed. You will enjoy every second.

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[samantha-rae-velcher]

"Fight or Flee?"

Eddie Munson x Fem reader

Requested by: none

Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Eddie because hes Eddie, fluff, mentions of sibling death, mentions of sex.

A/n: 18+ Minor DNI, since you enjoyed the last one so much! I'm making a second one!

Tag: @goldenstarofthunderclan

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"Sorry what did you say?" Y/n asked.

Dustin pushed into her room and sat on her bed, patting the soft empty space beside him. She came over and took a seat, she crossed her arms and gave him a concerned look.

"I said, Lucas has a basketball game and he can't make it to our D&D fight. So I was wondering if you would?"

Y/n stared at him for a good 30 seconds, Dustin began to get uncomfortable and slowly started moving across the bed.

"Have you asked anyone else?" She asked.

His jaw dropped. "I asked everyone at school! They all said no!"

Y/n was never into that sort of thing, and Eddie the club leader was one crazy bastard who was held back two years in a row. So now he's like....20? 21? Y/n is 18 and Eddie hangs out with people younger than her. The only other person she's ever seen do that is Steve, and that shit was just hysterical.

Y/n stood up and leaned against her wall, Dustin slid off her bed and got on his knees, lacing his fingers together as if he was praying.

"Please!? We need you!"

"Dust bunny! I don't know how to play dungeons and dragons!"

"We'll teach you!"

Y/n thought for a second and looked at her watch.

"What time are we supposed to be there?"

Dustin glanced at her wrist. "What time is it now?"

"8:48 pm."

"We got 10 mins."

"Fuck it...let's go Hendy!"

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Y/n, Dustin, and Mike walked up the dark hall of the school. They came to a room and Mike pushed the door open. The boys led her to the table, at which Eddie was seated. She looked at the other two guys standing next to him, one was a average size black dude, and the other was a fat white guy in punk rock threads, with douchy looking clip on earrings.

Eddie lowered his brows at Y/n, then looked to Dustin for an explanation on just what the fuck. Dusty smiled and stepped up, he cleared his throat about to introduce her but she spoke over him.

"What's up, Rock and roll." She greeted. Y/n had to admit, Eddie was attractive, and kinda scary in person. He looked over at Dustin again, and raised his eyebrows.

"You said we need a sub, so we got one!" Dusty said.

"No, absolutely not!"

"Why? What's wrong with her?"

"She's a-"

"I'm Y/n Y/L/n." She interrupted. "I'm only here because Dustin asked me to come."

Eddie stood and began stalking towards her, he stopped barely a foot away. Y/n looked up at him, his eyes were hypnotizing, as was his scent.

"You're the one who sits alone on the end table everyday. What's wrong, Princess? What are you afraid of?" He asked.

"Not you, Munson."

"Y/n." Dustin's voice came from behind her, laced with a warning.

Eddie chuckled and leaned in close.

"You've entered the lions den, but why?"

Y/n looked over at Henderson, then back at Eddie.

"He couldn't find anyone else, so he came to me."

"Really?" Punk rock fatty asked. "Some mopey looser?"

Y/n glared. "Shove it clip on's!"

"This one has an attitude....but does she know how to play?" Eddie asked.

"I've never played dungeons and dragons in my life, but if you're willing to show me how, I'd be happy to give it a go."

Munson smiled and held out his hand, which Y/n gripped and gave it a firm shake.

"Welcome, to the Hellfire club."

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Y/n sat at the table with the guys, she finally got the hang of the game, but still she thought it was for the birds. As the game went on her thoughts were drawn towards her little brother, Luke. He had died the year before, they were attacked on an empty street in the middle of the night. He was 10 and she was 17, they had ripped him from her grasp and knocked her unconscious when she tried to fight back. The morning after she had gone looking for them, she had found no trace of the group or her brother. Y/n went to the police and it took them a week to find his body in a ditch, ten miles away from where they were attacked. Ever since the incident, she's felt as if it was her fault. Like if she had fought back harder or ran than maybe he would be -

"Y/n!" Dustin's voice ripped her from her day dream.

"Hmm!?"

"Fight or Flee?" He asked.

"I don't fuckin know. I-uh..."

There was silence, Dustin could tell she was thinking of her brother. She had the same look that she always had when he entered her thoughts. He reached over the table and held her hand, making her jump. She could feel Eddie's gaze burning into the side of her head, Y/n was too upset to give a damn.

"It's okay....if you don't want to play, it's alright. I should've realized that a game that involves death could bring back some bad memories."

Mike rolled his eyes. "It's about time you get over it, we're trying to do this! And you having flashbacks after a year, it's just dumb and right now while we're in a life or death situation, it's really not a good time."

Eddie watched Y/n's expression change from sadness, to anger. Her hands that were rested flat on the table, were now balled into fists, her jaw clenched an her eyes moved to lock with his.

"Excuse me?" She asked. "You're game is fuckin horseshit! Cuz that's just what it is! What I went through was real! What happened to Luke, that was real!." Eddie could hear the pain in her voice as she spoke. "This is a game, fantasy! It's fake! The characters in here aren't real! You aren't in a fuckin war or being attacked by a fuckin ogre! We were surrounded, Mike! There was no way out! All I could think of was to grab Luke by his jacket, and hold him behind me! I got a few good pot shots at the sons 'a bitches, but it wasn't enough. They still took him!"

Y/n stood and made her way over to Mike, he nearly fell out of his chair, but she grabbed him by the front of his shirt.

"He's gone, dead! At 10 years old! I don't know what they put him through before the end! Fuck, I don't want to know! But this.." Y/n made a circle motion around the board with her finger. "Fake!"

She went to leave but stopped when she heard Eddie call to her, she turned and tilted her head as if to say "What now?"

"Fight or Flee?" He asked.

She slowly walked back to her chair, Y/n looked at the board for a moment, then back at Eddie.

"Fight."

A smile spread over his face as he handed her the die, she shook it in her fist and rolled it over the board. Y/n watched intently as it flipped and stopped. She looked over at Dustin, who was smiling. Everyone stood up and cheered, she didn't know what just happened or what she did, but whatever it was it made them happy.

"You did it!" Dustin yelled. "You defeated lord Soth!"

Y/n looked over at Eddie, he winked and started clapping, She blushed and giggled to herself.

"Cool."

___

Y/n and the guys all walked out of the school, they all said their goodbyes and ran home, all but Y/n and Eddie. They slowly walked up the snow covered road, the night was lit blue by the moon as white fluffy snowflakes came down.

"Hey, I'm sorry about your brother." Eddie said.

"It's okay, Mike's right. I should be over it, but I can't stop seeing his face."

Eddie wrapped his arm around her and brought her closer as they walked. Y/n could smell his cologne and cigarettes on his leather jacket. She smiled and leaned into him, his warmth cascaded over her body and made her feel almost aroused.

"Is that why you sit alone?" He asked.

She nodded as they began walking down his street to his trailer, Eddie reached down and held her hand.

"Well, now you don't have to be alone. You've got me- us....you got us."

Y/n smirked at his mistake.

"I got you huh?" As they walked by a snow bank, she grabbed a fist full of the white crystalized water.

"Did I say that? I didn't say that."

Y/n giggled and hit him in the chest with the cold ball of snow, he groaned and stumbled back, he acted as if he had just been shot and dropped into the snow. Y/n walked over and knelt beside him, she started sprinkling the white crystals over him, making him shiver.

Y/n leaned down and kissed his cheek.

"Now that I have slain my enemy....what shall I do with him?"

"What do you want to do with him?" He asked, eyes still closed.

"Huh! He still lives!"

Eddie pulled himself off the ground and tackled her over a nearby snow bank, they rolled to the ditch. Eddie now on top, he pinned her down and smirked.

"Wanna come in?" He asked.

Y/n looked over and saw a trailer, she smiled and nodded. He helped her up and led her inside, she took off her coat and set it down on the arm rest of the couch. She looked around, this place was a shit heap, but Y/n didn't care, It had a kinda homey charm to it. Her gaze fell on Eddie, he was soaking wet.

"You must be cold." She said.

He looked down at his clothes, he peeled his leather jacket from his body and walked into his room with it.

"You coming?" He called.

Y/n fallowed him and stopped in his doorway, she crossed her arms over her chest when she saw his guitar on his wall.

"You play?" She asked.

He looked over to what had caught her eye and smiled.

"Yeah, actually I do."

"Any good."

Eddie sat on his bed and motioned for Y/n to come sit next to him.

"Well I don't want to brag, but yeah."

She come over and sat with him, he pulled out a cigarette and went to light it up. Y/n pulled it from his grasp and set it down on his night stand.

"What was that for?" He asked.

"It's a bad habit."

He grinned and pushed her over, to where she was now laying flat on his bed. He crawled on top of her and gently gripped her wrist, pinning them over her head. Y/n's eyes fell to his lips, she wanted this man. She wanted him to take her right here, right now!

"I got a question for you, Princess." He said.

"Hmm?"

"Fight or Flee?"

THE END ❤️

TO BE CONTINUED...

[lithium80writer]

Bad Things (Eddie Munson Short Story)

Characters and Intro

⚠️Warnings: Explicit sexual content. MINORS DNI. Toxic relationship. Drugs. Angst.⚠️

Summary: Modern AU. Rockstar Eddie. Nova Gray is a pop star and the on again/off again girlfriend of rockstar Eddie Munson. Both of them are at the height of their career. Fame and trouble follow these two everywhere they go. They both know they are no good for each other but can they stay away? Just a heads up that this will not be typical sweet Eddie. He's kind of an asshole. But a hot one.

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Chapter One: Talk Soon

****Am I out of my head? Am I out of my mind? If you only knew the bad things I like..****

Nova's POV

You hear a text come in as you lay in bed next to your current boyfriend. You reach over and unlock your phone.

Eddie: What are you wearing right now?

You glance over and see Max scrolling through instagram. You roll over on your side and see another text pop up.

Eddie: Baby?

You: Not your baby, Eds.

You text back quickly and wait. I'll tease him for a minute.

Eddie: Pic downloading.

Oh shit. He looks good. Really fucking good.

He's in bed. You see his black silk sheets beneath him. His long hair is wild, his curls an absolute mess. Every tattoo on his chest and abdomen on clear display. The picture stops at his v line making you crave more.

You: Fuck baby.

Eddie: I miss you.

You scroll through your pictures. Tits or ass? You find a nice one of you in your lingerie sitting on your bathroom counter. Your ass looks perfect in the mirror, your face looking back, giving your best fuck me eyes. And... send.

Eddie: Nova, you're fucking killing me.

You: Goodnight, Eddie.

Eddie: Fuck you.

You: Maybe another time.

Eddie: 🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼

You: 😘

Eddie: 🖤

You smile and set your phone down on your nightstand.

"Who was that?" Max asks as he leans over and kisses your cheek softly.

"Just my mom." you lie as you snuggle in close to him.

Eddie Munson. Self proclaimed rock god and my ex boyfriend. A fucking asshole... and my soulmate.

Eddie's POV

Nova Gray. You have no idea what you're doing to me, baby. No... she definitely knows.

Just one more look. You open your phone and click on her messages, pulling up the picture again. That ass.. she knows I love her in pink... lace spread across her perfect curves..and those fucking eyes.

I love those eyes. I love staring down at her as she takes me in her mouth. She looks so good on her fucking knees.

You need her. You always crave her more once she leaves. Once she's finally given up. You want her to want you.. to need you. You fuck up again and again but she's fucking crazy too. You both are.

It's so good until it isn't anymore. You fight a lot. A lot, a lot. But then it inevitably leads to sex... and the sex... there's nothing like it. She'll come back. She always comes back.

I know no one fucks her like I do. And I fucking thrive off of it. I know she still wants me. I want her too. I always want her.

Max... what a fucking joke. You know she picked him just to irritate the hell out of you. And it worked. A well known actor. Never touched a drug in his life. No drama. His career had no end in sight. He was perfect.

But he wasn't Eddie fucking Munson.

You're fucking hard now. That picture making you think wild thoughts. I wonder if dickhead is asleep yet.

Nova's POV

You hear your phone vibrating on your nightstand. You see Eddie's name on the screen. His contact photo is still one of you and him. A big grin on his face as you kiss his cheek. It's one of your favorite pictures.

You hesitate for a moment as you glance over at Max sleeping soundly. Shit.

"Eddie, I can't talk right now." you whisper into the phone.

"Dickhead there?" his deep tone immediately sending you into a spiral.

"Yes.. Max is here."

"Is he next to you?" he continues in a low tone.

"Yes, Eddie. He's sleeping.. I have to go." you try but he rushes to speak.

"You don't have to say anything. Just listen, yeah?"

Fuck, you know that tone. And you know where this is going. Bad thoughts enter your mind immediately. Say it, Eds. Please say it.

"Touch yourself baby.." Eddie orders through the phone.

Yes.

"I can't Eds.." you say in a hushed tone. Your eyes flick back to Max who is snoring lightly.

"For me?" he pouts.

"Eddie..."

"You know you're going to, stop with the fucking games." he chuckles and you feel annoyed but turned on at the same time. He's not wrong.

You slip your hand in your panties, feeling the slickness coat your fingers.

"Are you touching yourself?" you can practically hear his stupid little smirk through the phone.

"Yes." you give in.

"That's my good girl.. start slow." His voice is deep. Demanding.

"Rub your clit for me, sweetheart."

You begin making circles, listening to his voice.

"Fuck I wish I was there." Eddie moans in your ear, making you even wetter.

"What next, baby?" you breathe into the phone.

"Mm.. is that pussy wet?"

"Mhmm. So wet." you moan quietly.

"Fuck.. go faster baby."

You speed up your fingers as your breathing picks up.

"I'm gonna make you fucking scream next time I see you." he snarls.

You can hear his breathing getting ragged on the other end of the phone.

"I'm.. fuck, I'm gonna fuck you so hard." he growls and you feel yourself getting closer and closer.

You move your fingers in and out even faster. A soft whimper escapes your lips.

"Don't cum yet, baby. We're gonna cum together." Eddie groans.

Your eyes close as you listen to him.

"I can't wait to fucking taste you. God, I miss that pussy." he pants.

"I miss your cock, Eds."

"I know you do, baby. And I'm gonna give it to you soon... really fucking soon sweetheart."

You try to keep your noises quiet but you can feel your orgasm building quickly.

"Promise?"

"Oh I promise.. I'm gonna fuck you real good."

"E-Eddie.." you pant breathlessly.

"You're a bad girl, Nova. Thinking about me when he's right next to you." Eddie laughs wickedly.

"You're... such an asshole." you moan and he laughs again.

"Are you my little slut... hmm? You're a little slut for me, aren't you?" he hums and you feel yourself right on the edge.

"Y-yes.." you whimper.

"Do you miss me, baby?"

"Always." you let out a hushed moan.

"Mmm.. almost there baby... I'm almost there." he moans in your ear.

"Cum for me, Eddie." you moan louder than intended. Max rolls over and your breathing stops.

His snoring resumes a second later as you hear Eddie breathing heavily.

"Are you close?"

"S-so close." you whisper as your back begins to arch. Your body tingles all over as you play with your pussy.

"I wanna hear how wet you are." he demands.

You take the phone and place it low, your fingers moving quickly, the sounds of your excitement loud.

You let him listen for a moment before bringing him back to your ear.

"Jesus Christ.." Eddie lets out a needy moan bringing you even closer.

"I want you inside me, Eddie." you say as glide your fingers in and out faster and faster.

"You want me deep in that pussy?"

"Yes." you breathe.

"So fucking deep, baby?" he mumbles deeply.

"S-so deep." you let out an unrestrained moan.

"You're gonna wake up your boy toy, Nova." Eddie teases.

"Fuck you." you whimper.

"Soon. Cum for me. Be a good girl and..."

"Ohhh." your muscles clamp down around your fingers and you bite down on your lip trying to conceal your cry of pleasure.

"Sh-shit..." you hear deep grunt of satisfaction followed by shallow breaths and know he finished as well.

Your heart is pounding in your chest as you slow your breathing.

"Talk soon, sweetheart." Click.

Fucking prick.

Masterlist found here 🖤

[eddiemunsonfix]

Okay so, I have this idea that I would love for someone (anyone) to write out. Imagine the new girl, who’s the super cliche good girl type, (always in pink, perfect grades, just all around total sweetheart girly girl) shows up at a corroded coffin gig and loves the band, which shocks the hell out of Eddie, but they start getting to know each other and when he tells her his favorite band is Metallica she’s just casually like “oh really? My older brother is best friends with Kirk”

[iliaclwrites]

glad you’re with me (here at the end of all things)

summary: reader is there with dustin as eddie dies. 

You kissed into him the curly haired kids you’d dreamed about, the long nights, the baby-sized fists wrapped around a guitar fretboard. How you’d repair his shirts and read out loud to him before he went to sleep, how he’d wake you slow and gentle in the morning, how you’d go together into the world, him leading and you following because that’s all you ever wanted to do. 

warnings: death! angst! crying! blood!

“Eddie,” you whisper, your hands fluttering around from his face to his neck to his stomach. “Eddie, baby, fuck. Don’t do this. Come on.” 

He grinned at you, teeth red. You wanted to vomit. “Hey, princess,” he managed, and you smiled back at him weakly. “What’s with the cryin’, sweet thing? You watch Dumbo without me again?” 

You huffed a laugh, tangling your fingers with his and pressing them to your mouth. “You did so good, Eds,” you said, Dustin nodding enthusiastically beside you. “That was metal as hell, baby. You were so brave.” 

Eddie snorted, before groaning at the effort. “Yeah, well,” he said. “I always had it in me.” He looked up at the sky, before squeezing his eyes shut. “Babygirl, do me a favour?” 

“Anything,” you said instantly, and he cocked one eye open to shoot you an unimpressed look. “Absolutely anything, Eddie.” 

He wriggled his hand out of your grip, and pulled off one of the rings, handing it to you. “Managed to get it all the way to Mount Doom,” he said to Dustin, and you let out what was supposed to be a laugh before it was overrun by a sob. “Now, listen, princess. You’re gonna go back, okay?” 

You nodded. 

“You’re gonna go back to the Shire, and you’re gonna, fuck, I dunno. Marry Rosie Cotton and become mayor of the Shire four times and have like a million cute hobbit children.” You were laughing again, the hot tears curling into your mouth. “And you’re gonna tell everybody that you knew the most metal man that ever existed.” 

You nodded again. He beamed at you, the same way he always did. “Raise ‘em on rock and roll and the Rings,” you agreed, and let him slide his ring onto your finger. It was sticky with blood, but you pressed your mouth to it, smiling around the band. “This what I think it is, Edward Munson? You wanna marry me?” 

He winked. “I do. Got a witness and everything,” he said, waving at Dustin. “I know it’s not exactly how you might’ve pictured it, but–” 

“It’s perfect,” Dustin said quickly. “It’s perfect.” You found yourself nodding at Eddie again, watching as he stared at the way the ring sat on you. “You may, uh, kiss the bride, I guess.” 

You launched yourself toward Eddie’s mouth, ignoring the blood, and tried to tell him everything you’d always wanted to say. You kissed into him the curly haired kids you’d dreamed about, the long nights, the baby-sized fists wrapped around a guitar fretboard. How you’d repair his shirts and read out loud to him before he went to sleep, how he’d wake you slow and gentle in the morning, how you’d go together into the world, him leading and you following because that’s all you ever wanted to do. 

“Dreamed of this moment,” you mumbled against his mouth, and his breath hitched. “Maybe not exactly like this. But Dustin was there.” 

“Kinky,” Eddie muttered back, and you laughed again, pulling yourself away. “I love you, princess. You know that.” 

“I do,” you responded, and pressed another kiss to his mouth, pulling your jacket off to wrap around him. “I’ll come back for you,” you found yourself saying, as Dustin started to pull you away. “Sam comes back for Frodo. To the undying lands. He sails back and they see each other again.” 

He grinned at you, smiling through the tears. “I’d like that.” Eddie looked at Dustin seriously. “Get her out of here, Henderson. I want to see my girl all in one piece, when I do see her.” 

“You will,” you promised, Dustin dragging you backward. “Eddie, you will, I swear. Eddie, please, god, Dustin fuck off, Eddie–” You were struggling as Dustin continued to pull you, and your boyfriend smiled at you. “Eddie, please, Eddie, I love you.” 

“I’ll see you soon,” he promised weakly. “I don’t wanna keep my pretty wife waiting.”

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Seeing Stars Finale

Our final chapter. Our story ends on graduation day in 1986. We follow our couple from the moment they wake to the true end of their high school experience and witness the beginning of the next chapter in their lives. With tiny glimpses into their future along the way.

It was the third week of May. A week that had haunted Eddie Munson until now. But May of 1986? Turns out, it was his year.

With June right around the corner, the air in the morning had a wet weight to it that Star had missed in the cold months. Star loved summer. She loved the heat, the aesthetics, and being outdoors. It was so close she could taste it, just out of reach of her kelly green-painted nails. There was only one thing standing between it and her. Graduation.

Eddie woke first, no surprise to him as the anxiety over his ability to graduate suddenly being revoked at any moment plagued him. He’d earned it. He’d worked for it, he knew that. But it felt too good to be true. Especially since under his arm lay the love of his life still sleeping and still looking lovely to him despite the drool and crust on her face. He gently ran his hand over her hair, a content sigh that made his chest mash against her cheek. Crust or not he felt lucky to wake up to her. The thought crosses his mind that he wouldn’t mind doing it every morning forever.

He tries to get a cigarette with one arm, but the other was not willing to part from Star’s bare skin. He woke her in the jostle. She joined the world of the conscious, albeit slowly. She heard the birds, and the mundane sounds outside the trailer walls, and felt the heat of the sun through the cracks in the curtain.

“Mornin’ sweetheart.” she tilted her head, her hair flopping at the sudden movement at hearing Eddie so coherent so shortly after waking. She didn’t know he’d been awake getting ping-ponged between worry and excitement. He let his biggest fears and his wildest dreams play out in his head, being grounded when he strayed too far from his current reality by the woman in his arms.

“You up?” is what came out of her sleepy mouth, wiping her face to rid it of any obvious signs she’d slept so hard. All that was left was slightly swollen lids and wild hair.

“Yeah, the brain’s been moving too fast to go back to sleep.” He tapped his temple.

“I guess we need to get up anyway.” she shrugged, stretched, and yawned but contrary to her statement she snuggled back in, looking up at Eddie’s mouth around a cigarette. “How are you?” she ran her hand along his stomach, a comforting back and forth up his chest.

“I don’t know,” he said as he exhaled a plume of smoke. “I’m excited. Then I’m nervous. Then I’m scared something’s gonna happen and ruin it all. Then I think about being able to finally leave high school behind and I get excited again.”

“You have bad dreams?” she tucked his frizzy hair behind his ears, head now off his pec and looking him over for signs of true distress or if his mind was just being unusually cruel.

“Don’t remember them if I did.” he gave a pout that brushed away the concern.

“Well I think today is going to be perfect.” she said with a firm nod, sitting up in bed next to him. She put forth a confident energy to combat his hesitance.

“That so?” he huffed out a soft laugh.

“I think we’re going to survive the speeches and get our diplomas and get the hell out of there. Then we’re going to hang out with our friends and party all night. And it’s going to be a lot of fun. And we’ll fall asleep tired and happy and then…” she said with a lilt and swing of her hair. “We start the rest of our lives together.” she leaned in to kiss his dimpled cheek.

“Kick off the summer of ‘86.” he nodded, chewing his bottom lip, mindlessly. She reached out and took his hand into hers, bringing it to her lips for a kiss.

“It’s gonna be great. You’re gonna be great. Get excited. Get happy. It’s happening for you, I promise. They wouldn’t tell you you aren’t graduating on the day of. They have to get the diplomas’ printed out way before today and they double-check all the stuff. You’re in the clear, I PROMISE you.” she gave a bang of her head and kept his hand clasped between hers.

“Really?”

“Cross my heart. While you were busy worrying and not doing anything about it, I checked with our resident genius Nancy Wheeler who is in charge of dealing with the print office that handles the diplomas. You’re in the clear. You are Eddie Munson, high school graduate.” she beamed and mushed her cheek into his bare knuckles, the beginnings of a tan line already starting on his hands from his rings and bracelets.

“I am.” a slow smile built muscle by muscle on his face. He turned to her and let out a sigh, his lips raspberrying. “I am.”

“You are.” she cooed and giggled, kissing his smile. “You wanna walk me home? We can go ahead and start getting ready.” she arched her neck to look at the square red letters of Eddie’s alarm clock.

“Of course.” he rolled his eyes, a crooked grin at the silliness that he’d let her do anything alone ever again. Well, if he had his way.

So they exited the warmth and safety of Eddie’s mix-matched bed set and into the day that would close a chapter of their lives and start another. Eddie was nervous about graduating, but Star had her sight set much farther out into the horizon. If he was nervous, it paled in comparison to how Star felt about today. If he had butterflies, it meant she had pterodactyls in her stomach.

-

Both as rumpled as they had been when they slid out of bed, now with clothes on, they walked through the shortcut in the woods to Star’s house. Since the weather had been so nice, a clear beaten path was again formed between the two homes. They parted with a kiss, forcefully separating to get ready and spend time with their loved ones. Their families were certainly tiny compared to most others getting ready for graduation that day, but the amount of love between them couldn’t be compared.

Eddie bopped back into the trailer, Wayne having taken the day off as soon as he got the news Eddie would, in fact, be graduating this year. He had his coffee and his usual relaxed demeanor about him, he was in no hurry. He wanted to be sure he savored what could be nearing the end of Eddie's living with him. He couldn’t deny he’d be lonely without the mess and ruckus of the young man he’d raised from an underweight shadow of a kid. He knew it was his job to see him off into his own life and that was his motivation for trying not to cry today. He knew he’d done his job and now his final act was to give him a parting gift to hopefully secure his kid’s future. Or secure it as much as Wayne could. He knew there was nothing guaranteed in life and he also knew Eddie wasn’t going to be taking the safe, stable route. But he’d be damned if he stopped that kid from going after his dreams no matter how unrealistic Wayne might’ve found them.

Wayne smiled as the music lashed his eardrums from Eddie’s room. The boy was happy today. As well he should be. He knocked on the rickety bedroom door, the volume being lowered and the sounds of the usual scuffle of Eddie’s too-fast and hard movements among the clutter in his room.

“Come on in!” Eddie chirped, a bounce on his toes. He was stood with his hands on his hips, in an ugly green cap and gown with a goofy smile, double dimpled just like his mother's. “I look like an idiot but here it is!” he held out his hands in presentation of him in his graduation garb.

“Did I not teach you how to use an iron?” Wayne smirked at the rumpled state of the fabric.

“I just got it out of the bag! See? Smell! It still smells like plastic!” he held up the fabric and approached Wayne. The older man laughed and waved his hand to keep him from approaching.

“I believe you.” he chuckled, his shoulders shaking. “I’ll go get the iron.” he resigned with a nod.

Eddie was eating on the couch, freshly showered, sitting in front of a fan to help dry his hair quicker. Wayne was handling the heat delicate fabric with the old iron hissing and spitting at him all the while.

“You going over to see your girl before we leave or are we meetin’ them there?”

“We can drive over together and I’ll pop in on her before we both leave. Still have to give her her present.”

“Sounds like a plan.” a nod from Wayne as he mosied over to the couch next to Eddie. He gave him a hearty pat on the back then a comforting rub. Eddie looked over his shoulder at his father figure with a grin.

“Bet you never thought you’d see the day, huh?” he joked.

“I knew you had it in ya.” Wayne grumbled to squash any self-doubt Eddie had lingering in his mind. “It took you so long to learn how to tie your shoes, I figured it might take you a while to figure this out.” he gave him a warm smile that made Eddie laugh.

“I am a little slow on the draw sometimes.” he smiled bashfully.

“As long as you try that’s all that matters.” a firm nod with the same supportive smile he’d seen through many veils of tears appeared. “You didn’t quit. That’s what’s important. Proud of you for that.” another firm pat to the back.

“Look at me now. Breaking the cycle of high school dropouts.” Eddie chuckled. “Future’s looking better than ever for the Munson name.” Eddie shook his head proudly.

“Speaking of…” Wayne grunted and reached into his pocket, the years of manual labor not having been kind to his joints. “Both the being slow and the future.” Wayne made himself laugh as Eddie rolled his eyes with no ill will. “I had somethin’ for ya.”

“C’mon, no gifts.” Eddie groaned and looked away, waving his hand at his uncle.

“I didn’t spend no money on it.” Wayne grumped in response. “It’s not for you anyway. It could be but I don’t think it’s your style.” Wayne smirked, hand held out palm up as Eddie turned back around, his curiosity getting the better of him. “I finally found the damn thing.” Wayne said with a shake of his head. Eddie knew what it was on sight, something he’d not seen in around a decade. The last time it’d been around his mother's finger as she wiped tears away from his bruised, rosy cheeks. Eddie’s eyes went wide, flicking between Wayne’s face and the ring in his hand. “I don’t think I’m being improper by assuming you might be needing this?” Wayne rolled the gold-decorated band into a pinched hold. “Not that I necessarily want any little Munsons running around anytime soon but there’s a certain comfort in the idea of pairing yourself off with someone. And I’ve done the best I could to give you comfort while you were under my care but you’re your own man now Ed. You’ve gotta make it for yourself.” Wayne watched the emotions pass behind his nephew's eyes as he stared at the ring as if it was the one from his books. “She’s a good woman. And you’re a good man. I like to think I’ve raised you well enough to take care of her like you should. I know you don’t want her leavin' and quite frankly neither do I.” Wayne cracked a smile that broke Eddie’s wide contemplative eyes. The same smile grew on his face, the Munson genetics being bullies and giving its looks to everyone it touched.

“She’s pretty perfect isn’t she?” A crooked smile of a man in love with no shame for it sat on his freshly shaved face.

“She’s got a lot going for her, that girl.” Wayne nodded, holding the ring and holding hostage just how much he enjoyed the girls' company not just for Eddie but for himself. She was a good kid. Smart but in the same odd way Eddie was. Unconventional but morally sound where it counted. And she was head over heels for Eddie. Wayne couldn’t ask for much more for his boy.

Eddie took the delicate band into his hand, feeling the warmth from Wayne now seeping into his skin. “Is it too soon to ask? I mean we don’t have our own place and hell I haven’t even got a job yet.”

“You’re thinking about it too much.” Wayne shook his head. “It comes down to love and respect. Commitment and chemistry. And you have that in spades.”

“You’re the one that told me I should be able to take care of her.”

“When you start at the shop downtown in a few weeks you will.”

Eddie blinked fast, hair shifting as his head tilted in question.

“I talked to the guy that runs the shop where we handled your van. He liked the work you’d put in on it. I took the liberty that I have as your uncle and asked him if he needed anyone to work come summer. Turns out… he’s willing to give ya a shot.”

“Seriously?” Eddie’s eyes went wide. The answer to his worries fell into his lap. He’d asked for a way to make money with less risk. He didn’t want to go from the prison that was high school into actual prison for selling drugs. After he’d managed to make graduating a reality he’d moved on to asking the universe for things to set him and Star up for a future together. And that started with needing money.

“I wouldn’t pull your leg about it. I know you’ve been lookin'. I saw the classifieds marked up. And you know your way around a motor enough to handle this just fine.” A large comforting hand landed on Eddie's shoulder.

“I was so worried nowhere would take the long-haired freak.” he admitted quietly.

“You can’t think like that. It was like that back in my day. Long-haired greasers. Now it’s… whatever you kids got going on. Same shit different generation and none of it matters. There are still some good people out there that know that looks don’t mean nothin'. Your work spoke for itself. That’s what mattered.”

“You didn’t have to stick your neck out for me.” Eddie said with thankful but apologetic eyes that made Wayne sad to see.

“There’s lots of things I didn’t have to do for you, Eddie.” Wayne gave him a subtle smile. “But just like all of them, I wanted to.”

Eddie broke then. When Wayne shared any sentiment it meant too much to him. He slipped the ring into his pocket for safekeeping and turned to wrap his arms around his uncle.

“Well, it’s been a while since we done this.” Wayne laughed, leaning into his nephew and patting his back.

“We should more I’m just…not good at showing… this kinda thing.” he muttered, his face wincing as he thought, smelling the same warm smell of Wayne’s choice of deodorant and laundry detergent that hadn’t changed in the entire time Eddie had known him. “If I think about how much I love you I start to cry and I can’t talk about it so I avoid it.” An honest confession mumbled into Wayne’s flannel shirt. Wayne squeezed his boy tighter and pressed his cheek into the curls that his mother gave him.

“Us Munson men never were good at discussin' our feelings. You’re the best that’s come along so far. We show it in other ways I like to think.” Eddie’s arms didn’t even consider letting go yet, so neither did Wayne’s.

“Don’t worry. You do.” Eddie reassured him with a nod.

-

Star went into the house after Eddie was out of sight and into the woods. She wanted to make sure Robbie was awake since he’d worked the night before. She bounced across the worn shag carpet of the living room, shoes squeaking on the faux wood linoleum of the tiny almost hallway where the trio of bedroom and bathroom doors was tucked away. A thoughtless grab of the doorknob and a deep breath before flinging the door open with a sibling-appropriate greeting.

“WAKE UP YA BIG APE!” she shouted, eyes shut with a smile before she jolted at the sound of a scream and the unfortunate sight of her brother's big ass bare and putting in some early morning work with his guest. “SHIT! FUCK! SORRY!” she stuttered and shouted, stumbling out of the room and slamming the door. She walked the same path she entered by with her hands over her face. She heard loud laughter before she shut the door behind her to go get ready and try to lose the beet-red face she’d just earned.

She sat on her bed after a shower to physically cleanse her retinas of the image of her brother in bed. Her fan was in her face to dry her hair and cool herself off just as Eddie was. She’d been the one to introduce him to it after all. His curls had never looked better.

Star had on a nightgown to keep cool and wipe her makeup onto it as she smudged it with her fingers. She wasn’t much for using sponges or applicators.

“Knock knock.” Robbie said the sound instead of knocking to get his little sister's approval.

“Oh god.” she groaned and let her head plonk onto the tiny vanity top dramatically.

“Don’t be dramatic.” he laughed, leaving the door cracked.

“I am not being dramatic!” she flung herself and her hair up and back with wide eyes.

“Sure, kid.” Robbie snorted, a smile on his face. “We can pretend it never happened or talk about it. I mean I block out the sound of you and your little stray cat lookin’ boyfriend going at it plenty.” he gave her a broad grin.

“But you don’t SEE it! I could’ve gone my whole life without seeing that!” she pointed in the direction of the house. “Also! Since when do you fuck?” she then broke out into laughter that Robbie joined in on. “There can only be one whore in this family Rob and I have that role secured.” she giggled.

“Her name’s Tammy, we work together. We went out… fell asleep and I… made it up to her in the morning.”

“First of all, gross. Second of all, you fell asleep after your date?” Star raised a brow full of judgment.

“You work so hard all day you’ve got sweat pouring down your ass crack and see how long it takes you to get tired!” he switched his weight to one foot, crossing his arms. “Besides you didn’t hear her complain’ did you?”

“Oh god shut up.” she covered her ears and shut her eyes. When she peeped one open she found Robbie still there, smirking and shaking his head. “So you’ve got like a girlfriend now or what?” she switched her posture, now smug again.

“I guess. We’re just kinda… hanging out and filling a need for each other at the moment.”

“Well do you like her?”

“We are not talking about this.”

“You can demand I admit I’m in love with Eddie for 6 months but I can’t ask about a stranger in the house that clearly has poor decision-making skills if she’s fucking you.” she grinned.

“Alrighty, sass pot. We’ve gone out a few times. I think we’re dating. We’ve not had that conversation yet.”

“That wasn’t so hard.” she wiggled her shoulder triumphantly. “Do I get to meet her?”

“Maybe.” he shrugged playfully. “You kinda already did.”

“I wanna see her face, not her naked legs.” Star snorted out a laugh.

“Fine. I’ll talk to her, see if she wants to meet my pain in the ass sister.”

“Thank you.” she nodded with a genuine smile.

“Today is about you anyway, isn’t it? Big graduation day? Joining the adult world? All that bullshit.” Robbie teased.

“I’ve been working for years and paying bills I don’t think this is the start of anything.” her shoulders shook with a quiet laugh as she smudged her eye makeup.

“You’ve been over 18 for a while but with you being in school I’ve always seen ya as a kid. But now it’s a little different. You get to be your own person, not stuck in whatever role they tell ya to be in school.” she pulled an envelope out of his back pocket. “I figured I’d get ya somethin' that would help you out.” he stepped closer and handed her the envelope. Her brow lowered intensely, staring before looking at his face. “It’s not bad news, promise.” he reassured her. She took it from his hand, trying not to shake as she pulled out a folded paper, out falling a couple of hundred dollar bills. She scrambled to catch them, her eyes wild at the money and rushing to read the paper that would need money to accompany it. “It’s a long process, but I got it started for ya as much as I could.”

“Petition for Name Change.” she read aloud and a smile grew across her face slowly.

“I figure this isn’t some phase at this point. And as much I prefer the name Ma gave you over Star, I guess it’s grown on me. It suits your hippy ass.” he smirked as she met his eyes, hers full of shine from unshed tears. “I figure if your name changes, it might be harder for… people to find ya and stuff too. Plus you won’t have to hide it. I saw how nervous you got with your school stuff, trying to hide your name from everyone. If it upsets you that much I suppose it’s worth the trouble to change it.”

“Rob.” she whined and stood with her arms stretched out.

“Don’t go getting all mushy gushy on me now.”

“I’m gonna.” she nodded and stepped closer.

“Aw, c’mon!” he deflected but smiled as she squeezed him around his barrel chest.

“Thank you.” she mumbled with her cheek mushed against his chest.

“Ah.” he groaned and put his arms around her. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Yes it is.” she nodded and kept squeezing him. “It’s very sweet and thoughtful.” she insisted.

“Now I got two women telling me that. I don’t know what’s wrong with both of you.” he laughed and hugged her back, a big hand to the back of her head, patting her back with the other.

“Thanks, ya big butt head.” she gave him a final squeeze, finally releasing him.

“I prefer that.” he nodded and ruffled her hair. “Is your boy comin’ with us today? What’s the game plan?”

“I’ll drive with you and he’ll drive with Wayne. We wanted to make sure we spent time with you today since we’d be together all night.”

“So Wayne’ll be driving me back, got it.” he chuckled. “You still going to that rich kid's house?”

“You KNOW his name, Robbie.”

“Steve Harrington. Emphasis on the hair.” he chuckled. “That’s how I remember his name. Looks like a damn Aqua Net ad walkin’ around.”

“He can’t help that he’s pretty.” Star laughed. “We’ll be at his place. Might stay the night. Depends on how much we drink.”

“Sounds good to me. Glad you get drunk at friends' houses instead of in public now. I don’t worry so much.”

“Aw, he worries about me.” she reached to pinch his cheek and he smacked her hand away.

“I don’t have to anymore.” he said perking up. “You’re Munson’s problem, now.” he grinned.

-

Eddie popped in Star’s trailer full of music and smoke. She’d smoked herself silly trying to calm herself down. At least the importance of graduation was a good cover. As practiced as she was at not letting her thoughts snowball and grow to overwhelm her, she still struggled with it.

“If people only knew you’re the bigger stoner out of the two of us.” Eddie laughed, flapping his hands in front of his face as he entered the domicile, leaving the door open to let out the patchouli thick fog.

“Sorry. Just nervous.”

“What happened to today is gonna be perfect, Little Miss Sunshine?” he grinned and leaned on the countertop, letting her fan her red face with her hands.

“It is! I mean, when it comes to graduating today is gonna be great. I’m just… I’m good with the tension until it’s time for whatever is causing it and then I’m like… well… this.” she snorted and put her hand to her forehead in a laugh.

“Since when? You’re a wreck all the time, you can’t lie to me, sweetheart. I KNOW you.” he slid in to comfort her, taking her hand to kiss it and pulling her to his chest.

“You do.” she sighed and put her hand on his cheek. “What would I do without you?” she swooned dramatically for both of their enjoyment and didn’t have to raise to meet him in a kiss, he was already halfway there.

“Perish, surely.” he fluttered his lashes and shook his hair. It was a joke, she knew that but the smile that sat under newly watery eyes surprised him. “I’m joking babe, christ you are a mess.” he chuckled and took her face into his hands to noisily smooch it.

“I know!” she let out a sound of a sniffle and giggle. “It’s true though. I just… I love you. A lot. It’s hitting me hard today.”

“I love you more.” he cheesed with a wrinkled nose, rubbing it to hers. “Oh shit, I’m gonna ruin your makeup aren’t I?” he let go of her face with a startle at the realization.

“You’re fine!” she laughed and sighed, putting her hand to his chest. “I don’t have anything on my skin. We’re all good. Just a little tinted chapstick and some eye makeup. Didn’t want to sweat it all off and look like a melted candle in photos.”

“Speaking of!” he bounced over to his bag and pulled out the polaroid camera she’d got him for Christmas. He loved that thing. He had photos of them tucked into hiding places in his van, the visor, and the glovebox. His favorites were stashed in his bedside table for easy access, and one, his all-time favorite was in his wallet where it would go unseen to any other human eyes. “One last photo before we’re officially high school graduates?” He didn’t wait for an answer, pulling her into him with a broad arm in her lovely little yellow spring dress.

It would soon live a long life tapped to Star’s dresser mirror. It would survive one move, going right back to where it had been, watching their lives play out day by day in their bedroom in the apartment they’d shared in Chicago. The next move, it wouldn’t still be there but would join so many other, then, old polaroids of their young love in a well-crafted photo album Star made for their 10th anniversary.

“I want that one, you should probably take two.” she smiled up at him and he put the camera back up after the photo slid out.

“Your wish is my command.” he captured their wide smiles, the way she looked up at him with love in her eyes. He’d take so many photos that day but that one, a small moment between them was Star’s favorite. “This is for you.” he sang, handing her the Polaroid. While she fruitlessly shook it and blew on it to see their images slowly appear he grabbed the gift he’d brought with him. “And so is this!” He held out a large rectangle covered in newspaper and electrical tape. Star's eyes went from soft looking at the photo, to shifting into surprise before she squeaked with upset.

“We said no presents, Eddie!” She reached out and flapped her hand to smack his arm a few times.

“Ow.” He said calmly, his chest moving with a laugh. “And I didn’t spend anything on it! Swear! Totally DIY!” His voice inflected up and cracked with his insistence.

“I didn’t make you anything!” She pouted but accepted the gift shoved into her chest.

“You make me... horny every day. I mean happy.” He leaned forward and cheesed a double dimple smile. “Wait no, both work.” He nodded with comedic force, his hair shaking alone with it.

“Love you cornball .” She muttered, a subdued smirk shot his way.

“Love you too, sugar. Now open it.” He quickly responded with clapping hands to rush her.

“I might have to use my teeth.” She laughed at the wrapping job that would’ve kept any lesser man out of the gift. But Star flicked a pocket knife from her, you guessed it, pocket in a swift motion to snap at her rubbery tape.

“That was hot.” Eddie hummed and nodded approvingly.

“Hmm?” Innocent, distracted eyes glanced his way as she broke into the seal.

“Nothing gorgeous. Keep goin'.” He gave her a wink that made her cheeks rosy.

As she finally tore a hole big enough to sink her fingers into and unveil the mystery square she was met with a stained wooden frame. Eddie stretched out his hand to cover her own before she could delve further.

“I’m really proud of this so it’s bad please lie to me.” He laughed and gulped, eyes a bit begging and a lot honest. Star leaned forward and kissed his grimaced lips with an affectionate peck. She didn’t have to tell him he was being silly, he knew.

She ripped a dramatic slice diagonally across the frame revealing a portrait. But it wasn’t some common bust likeness. It was soft and fuzzy, shadowed and lit. She looked up to find his eyes analyzing her every minute expression. Shock was the best way to describe her fluttering lashes and agape mouth.

“Dustin had some of those Creepy and Eerie horror mags in his comic collection. I know you’ve told me Frank had done a bunch of those and sure enough, I found one he’d done in his collection.” His shoulders loosened a bit, voice leveling out as her eyes went back to the piece with recognition behind her eyes now.

“Egyptian Queen.” She whispered, fingers over the glass.

“I knew it!” He clapped and fisted his hands in triumph. “I knew you’d know it, babe!” He said proudly. A soft female figure leaned against a marble pillar, shadow surrounding her on one side and a bright light revealing the rest. “It's more like medieval queen though.” He chuckled. “I didn’t know if I wanted to draw you or your character so I just sorta blended the two.” He explained and snugged his arm against hers leaning over the drawing and explaining excitedly. “I added a dragon because you killed one in that one campaign of mine, remember? That’s why it's laying down. It looks asleep.” He flinched disapprovingly. “But you’re kinda like Arwen too. You’ve got pointy ears and I put you in robes and some sexy babe heavy metal magazine-type armor.” His fingertips smudged the glass as he poked at the drawing.

“Is this pastels?”

“Nah pencil.” He shook his head quickly. “And pen.” He added with wandering thoughtful eyes. “And some color pencils of yours that I “borrowed” and meant to put back before you noticed they were gone.” He gave her another broad smile, eyes shrinking to next to nothing as his cheeks rose.

“You did this?” She asked not only for the slight disbelief but to communicate to him in passive words how good it was.

“Yeah! It’s a lot easier when you’re looking at something and drawing the same thing pretty much.”

“Eddie. This is really good.” Her face was softer now, bright and caring. Convincing.

“Shit really? I was afraid it’d suck.” He huffed out nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean your shit is otherworldly and you have things you draw in 5 minutes that look miles better than this.”

“I like to go through your notebooks and see your drawings when you aren’t paying attention.” She grinned. “You have stuff you did in 5 minutes that I’m jealous of.” She lightly hit her head to his.

“I know I said to lie to me but that’s-“

“Completely true.” She crossed her fingers over her heart. “You’re like Frank, he drew from his imagination and not references. That’s fucking hard. And I think it’s why your stuff is so unique. The way you draw monsters is disgusting. And I mean that as a compliment.”

“Yeah?” A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I thought that’s how everyone did it before I met you.”

“No, we’re all just fakers.” She laughed. “You’re so creative, Eddie.” She sighed and put her hand on his cheek which made him melt into a swooning pile of goo in a heartbeat.

“Yeah?” He repeats dumbly.

“You have to go be good at guitar and now you’re after my hobby too?” She wrinkled her nose and mashed a kiss to his blushed cheek.

“Oh, I don’t know I just- wanted to make you something since you draw me all the time.” He mumbled and looked away. “I did make the frame!” He added. “Don’t look at the back though it looks like shit but as long as the front's nice I figured it didn’t matter.” She tilted the frame to see the back did look like shit. She laughed and saw the mix of finishing nails and screws, lop-sided and hammered flat to the wood in an attempt to hide them. It reminded her a lot of Eddie. Rustic and self-made, a bit wonky but fully functional and full of charm and heart.

“It doesn’t. I’ll hang it up when we get our own place and no one’ll ever know.”

“You wanna hang it?” He asked bashfully.

“Duh! Right where everyone can see. My portrait of you can hang right next to it. It’ll be like our weird little version of a family portrait.” She shared earnestly as it was his turn to give her a kiss full of admiration.

“We are a weird little family.” He smiled as she returned his encircling arm and put one of hers around him.

“Best kind to be.” She rubbed her nose to his. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

And they never did.

-

Star stood back and watched the Hellfire boys glomp into a dog pile together. Wayne had greeted her with a smile and was taken aback when she wrapped her arms around him for a hug. Star was to the brim with emotions, all good for once. She saw the small swarming group of new and old faces, friends and family she’d only heard stories of flying in from California to join their parties again. Some of the people she knew as well as herself like Eddie, then the spectrum grew to include her Hellfire friends, Robin and Steve, farther in the distance Nancy and farther out were the new faces of Nancy’s boyfriend, Mike’s girlfriend, and the fabled Will himself. He was taller than she’d expected, but then again, who knows how tiny he might’ve been the last time he’d been there. She knew the boys she’d seen every day, including the older ones, Eddie and Steve had seemed to have grown in the short time she’d spent with them.

Eddie crawled out of the pile, a smile on his face and his open robes already wrinkled again as he stumbled toward her to wrap a proud arm around her to introduce her to the new faces. He knew Nancy’s boyfriend, the shaggy sleepy-eyed young man who seemed like such a quiet match to Nancy’s bold personality. He had kind eyes and Star didn’t feel an ounce of bad vibes from any of them. Mike’s girlfriend El, who turned out to not be fake was the oddest of them all. Which surprised Star. She had a face you wanted to take under your wing and be nice to. An envious child-like wonder on her face as she watched the world around her. Star felt a kindred spirit between them, she didn’t know why, but she thought maybe they had the same whimsical outlook if the girls' wide eyes and coy smile were any indication.

“Would the graduating class of 1986 please report to the auditorium lobby? Friends and family would you please take your seats.” A call that dragged them all back into the moment. A sentence Eddie heard that he’d never expected to be applied to him. Star saw the contemplation on his slack face.

“That includes you, babe.” she was already smiling with full teeth when he swung his head her way.

“It does, doesn’t it?” he laughed and scrunched his nose, scratching his head.

Hand in hand they stayed until the divvying up by GPA happened and they had to part with a kiss. Eddie was surprised to find he was only second to last in line. He’d never been prouder to be in almost last place.

Steve lugged around a large camera, mouth open as he squinted into the viewfinder, his stance crooked from the weight of the machine on his shoulder.

“What’ve you got to say to the graduates today?”

“Lucky!”

“Fuck off.”

Steve frowned and glared at the Hellfire members. He dramatically hits pause, moving his face away from behind the camera.

“Could we not today, please? Just one day.” He waved a finger in front of him. “I’m recording this so years from now you all can hit me up and ask for this because you’re gonna wish you had it to look back on.”

“Sure, Steve.”

“I’m serious. You think your mind is a steel trap now, but later down the line you’re gonna start forgetting little things. And you’ll thank me. So perk up and talk to the camera like you’re talking to a person.” He huffed and shook his shoulder, already stiff from carrying the big thing around. “And action!” he nodded and gave finger guns with one hand. “What’ve you got to say to the graduates today?”

“I’m jealous. You got out.”

“I hope you watch this in 20 years and say man Dustin was right about everything. I wish he’d talk to me now that he’s rich and famous. I should’ve been nicer to that guy.” Dustin grinned.

“Really, man?” Steve chuckled.

“I”m glad you finally did it, Eddie. I’m glad we found Star this year. I’m glad you get to do this together. I’m sure you’ll show your kids this one day and I’d like to say I had a big part in you existing and you better be calling me Uncle Dustin because Eddie if you move and don’t talk to me after I’m gonna be PISSED!” Dustin groaned.

“I hope we’re rich and famous from Corroded Coffin and we can play this on a giant screen on stage because I think that’d be cool so let me do some shots,” Gareth says throwing the horns, crossing his arms and nodding, sticking out his tongue. “Now there are options for the b-roll footage.” Gareth nodded in approval.

“Alright, Mr. Cruise. Steve laughed.

“Ew, I wouldn’t be Tom Cruise!” Gareth took offense.

“You’re not exactly action hero leading man material.” Dustin smirked.

“Hey!” Gareth shoved his arm. Steve sighed and scoot down the aisle, finding the guardians of the graduating couple.

“So Mr.Munson…”

“Call me Wayne, kid.” He grumbled.

“Wayne, what’s it like being the uncle of the infamous Eddie Munson?”

“Infamous?” Wayne chuckled. “My boy’s a lot of things but infamous isn’t one of them.” he threw a hand, eyes not looking at the camera, feeling a bit shy. But like Steve, he knew capturing these things was important.

“Annoying maybe.” Robbie who was sitting right beside him smirked.

“You said it, not me.” Wayne suppressed a teasing grin.

“What about you Rob? What’s it like to have gotten Star across the finish line?”

“Exhausting.” he nodded. “I made a promise to Ma I’d get her to graduate so my job is done!” he clapped his hands together and rubbed them. “Now she’s gonna be the Munson’s problem.” Robbie elbowed Wayne.

“Yeah what’s having Star for a daughter-in-law gonna be like?” Steve asked.

“I like the kid, I don’t know what ya’ll are talking about. She keeps Eddie in line and makes him happy and that’s all you can really hope for.”

“You ready to be great uncle Wayne?” Steve grinned.

“You know somethin’ I don’t?” Wayne smirked.

“No! I was just-”

“I’m jokin’ kid.” he slapped Steve’s arm. “I’ve learned to not worry about things I can’t control. And as you know,” he pointed at the camera to Steve. “You can’t control Eddie and Star so whatever they do…” he shrugged. “I guess I’ll be great uncle Wayne someday.”

“And uncle Robbie.” Steve scrolled the camera to Robbie who rolled his eyes.

“I don’t wanna be no Uncle nothin’ anytime soon. I just raised a kid, I’m not looking to do it again.” he laughed.

“But if you wanna make an honest man out of him Star, I’m not gonna complain.” Wayne winked. “Maybe wait on the babies though. One thing at a time.” he nodded.

“You heard them guys!” Steve said turning the camera to his face. “Keep it your pants!”

Steve seemed to be met with mostly stares and groans as he hopped from person to person, asking them questions, trying to capture these special moments that none of his peers seemed to be interested in doing. But he did find a gaggle of moms and dads with similar cameras around the stage and he planted himself right in the middle to make sure the graduation of Eddie Munson was documented. Wasn’t every day a guy graduated after trying 3 times after all.

“Star Reynolds.” the name echoed over the loudspeaker. She’d done a lot to make sure that her real name wasn’t said when she walked. The small group deafened those around them. Even Wayne let out a piercing whistle and Robbie shouted with his large barrel chest projecting his praise across the room. Eddie stood amid the sitting students and cheered, whistling and clapping.

“GET IT, BABY! YEAHHHH!” he shouted as those around him stared him down. “THAT’S MY GIRL!” he cupped his hands around his mouth to make his voice louder. The girls around him giggled. They’d not have to deal with his antics anymore, so in a way seeing the last show of his dramatics was bittersweet. More so sweet since he was screaming, “PRETTIEST GIRL IN HAWKINS!” and clapping his hands.

They’d made it through a cliche speech or two, hard work, follow your dreams, blah blah blah. Star thought Eddie would’ve had a much better speaker. Maybe the bottom of the class should get to speak if the top did. She’d learned more from the losers than the winners that’s for sure. She wondered what Henderson’s speech would be like. She made a note to herself that she couldn’t miss his graduation, even if she was busy. She bet his speech would be great.

She snapped out of her daydream, her thoughts on the future as she focused on not tripping up the portable stairs to the stage. A nod, a handshake, a switching of sides on her cap as she stopped and posed for photos, Steve waving with one arm and right in the middle of the hired photographer. She waved and blew a kiss to the camera. After passing the principal, Steve followed her path across the stage she stopped while on the stage and stuck her tongue out, and threw up the horns with the diploma in her hand getting a small chuckle across the crowd.

“How’s it feel?” Steve whispered, following her to her seat, with no regard for anyone else around.

“I’m excited. And nervous and... Steve I think you need to get out of the way.” she whispered.

Steve jogged back to the stage, being the loudest when Robin crossed and she had the most subdued reaction of turning red and giving an awkward smile for the flashing camera. He followed Jeff across the stage, a very paternal high-five as he passed him.

Then the moment came. The club did a drumroll as the person before him passed, hands slapping the bleachers and feet stomping, a rumble echoed, and Eddie’s face lit up even more than it already was. Star stood in anticipation of his name being called, hands clasped together ready to clap.

“And…” Principal Higgins laughed and shook his head. “Edward Munson.” he gave a nod and held out his arm to present the young man almost tripping up the stairs with joy plastered on his face. To his surprise, more than just his friends made some noise. Wayne had been wrong, Eddie was a bit infamous. Being a super-super senior wasn't something you came across every day. A lot of girls clapped, maybe a touch of sympathy for the guy. He seemed to love his girlfriend an awful lot and he was never mean to them, so he’d earned a small bit of praise in their eyes.

“LOVE YOU EDDIE!” Star hopped and shouted, a blush across his cheeks as his head bobbled on his shoulders, unsure of how to handle the large amount of positive energy directed at him. “KNEW YOU COULD DO IT!” The club members screamed from the audience and the student body, Jeff standing along with Star.

“YOU DID IT MAN!” Jeff shouted.

CAMPAIGN HIGH SCHOOL VANQUISHED!” Dustin screamed.

“BEST DM IN INDIANA!”

“ITS ABOUT TIME!” all came from the group.

“Nice to see you here.” Principal Higgins laughed.

“Wish I could say the same to you.” Eddie snorted out a laugh. He swung his head to switch sides of his tassel, and of course refused to give a standard photo as he swiped his diploma, held between his arm and chest, forever imprinted in the files of Hawkins was Eddie Munson throwing the horns and sticking out his tongue for the camera. Steve’s laughter could be heard over the crowd on video. He waved to Eddie and he struck and pose, air guitaring center stage for a moment before the Principal laughed and gently shoved him down the stage. As soon as his back was turned, Eddie did what he said he always would. He faced the Principal, a gasp moving through the crowd as he flipped him the double bird and walked backward. The gasp caused Higgins to look behind him but Eddie was already on the edge of the stage with fists clenched and a triumphant shout. Steve scoffed as Eddie ran right past him, throwing him a wink.

“Keep the camera on us.” he grinned, jogging past him into the center aisle to reach out his hand to Star who was still clapping and standing. “C’mon baby!” he shook his head and shouted, arms out and waiting. She clumsily crawled over the people in the aisle, giggling the whole time, her hand slipping into his. He put her arm around his neck and kissed her hard. A titter of giggles and aw’s moved around the crowd. When he dipped her the crowd erupted into laughter, he had her in the center of the aisle, laid back and kissed in a display for the world, well Hawins, to see. Everyone enjoyed it, they laughed and swooned at the sight of young love. “Let’s blow this joint.” Eddie smiled as he raised Star. Hand in hers he started a fast pace to run out of the auditorium, not a short trek to make. Eddie did always like to leave them with a lasting impression. The paper would call him a scene stealer later that week.

They stood breathless outside the lobby among the shadow of the eaves of the building. A round of applause for the guy behind Eddie in line as they beamed against each other, chests heaving with excitement and exertion.

“You did it.” Star squealed and jumped.

“WE did it, baby!” Eddie smiled so wide and bright it shamed the sun as he pulled his lover into his chest. A sheen of sweat on their faces from the early summer heat and the lack of air conditioning in a sardine-packed gym. He touched her face, dewy and glowing as she clasped her ring-clad hand over his.

“I love you.” He sighed contently at the words coming from her glossy mouth.

“Fuck, I love you too Star.” He shook his head, hair shifting under the tight cap.

“Everyone, let’s hear it one more time for the Class of 1986!” Was heard over the loudspeaker. The crowd roared. Star and Eddie, one arm around the other yanked their hats off their heads and tossed them up into the air. The rest of their classmates did the same inside behind them. They giggled and laughed as they stumbled and missed catching them in the air.

“‘86, baby!” Eddie shouted proudly, chest out and hair fluffed.

For a bit after the ceremony, after everyone had found each other more pictures and recordings commenced. People Eddie had never met came up to him and pat him on the back. He was thanked by a handful of men around Wayne’s age for reminding them of what it was like to be young. They thanked him for the laugh. Women commenting on while being rather boastful and crude, it was sweet to see a young man love his girl so much so openly. Eddie kept Star under his arm the whole time. Even for hugs he still gravitated right back to her. In every photo taken that evening, they were together. Even taking photos with Robbie and Wayne as a family. The first official Munson-Reynolds family photo. It’d hang on Wayne’s fridge for years.

The closest of the friend group with Star, that being the freaky four of them with Eddie, Steve, and Robin had agreed to a chill, fun night together to celebrate. Most of the others had families that required their attention with buffet dinners and cramped houses. But not these four. Wayne and Robbie drove over, socialized with their extended younger friend group for a bit then slunk out as they knew they’d cramp the kid's style. Robin appeared shortly after, she and her mom had grabbed some food but her mom had to go to work that night. So there they were, with a stock of alcohol and too many pizzas ordered in Steve’s kitchen. Because no matter how many times they told him not to spend money on a “party” as it wasn’t really a party, just a get-together for close friends, he didn’t listen. Steve was a pleaser, it couldn’t be helped. This is why when he handed cards to the three of them they all patronized him with a collective “aw”.

“I got one for Jeff too. You can give it to him later. I know he’s out with his family.” Steve mumbled.

“You even got Jeff a card? You barely know the guy.” Robin commented with a tilted head.

“I mean, I’ve hung out with the D and D guys a couple of times. He was graduating too I didn’t want him to feel left out.”

“Steve.” Star baby talked and walked up to mush his cheeks. “Honey, baby, sugar bear!” she fussed. “Isn’t he just the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen?” she kissed loud smooches to his cheeks while he rolled his eyes. But truly, he adored the doting. She hugged him around his neck. “Big sweetie pie Stevie baby.” Star giggled and hung off his neck.

“Don’t bogart the Harrington.” Eddie said playfully snatching her around the waist to pick her up and move her away. “C’mere big guy!” He clapped his hands to Steve’s cheeks and unlike Star, he kissed him directly on the mouth with a cartoonishly loud swak. “He tastes as sweet as he looks!” Eddie cackled giving Steve's cheek a few small pats before squeezing the snorting man.

“Ugh! Eddie! Dude!” Steve spat and gagged but wrapped his arms around the intensely physically affectionate as he hugged him tightly. Eddie, and Star to a lesser extent, were some of the most physically affectionate people he’d ever met. Even if they were a bit unorthodox about it sometimes, Steve who craved affection in any form, but especially physical was always sated when they were around. Even if he’d never let them know that.

“You love it Steve, hush.” Eddie laughed and smacked his unexpected friends back. Robin had grown accustomed to the touch as well. Star kissing her cheek, holding her hand, or laying on her while talking helped ease her anxiety in a way too. After all, Robin wasn’t exactly out-wooing people like Steve was, she would take the love where she could get it. So when Star scooped her up to kiss her face she accepted with a blush. “I won’t force my whims on you, Rob.” Eddie laughed and hugged her. “You aren’t into smoochin’ hot guys like Steve is.”

“I’m not-!” Steve huffed and put his hands on his hips giving a noise instead of finishing his sentence.

“Welp.” Eddie grunted and stretched, his robes and hat already off, he kicked off his sneakers. “I’m gonna do what I’ve been thinking about all day since it’s been hotter than hades out today.” he stripped his shirt and Star's giggle could be heard. He threw her wink then reached over to smack Steve’s hip. “Enjoy the show baby cakes.” he grinned as he shucked off his jeans, hopping and trying to take off his socks as he ran to the large back doors toward the pool.

“Eddie! I brought our swimsuits!” Star shouted tutting after him. But he was already screaming, making a run for it, and cannonballing into the Harrington family pool in his boxers.

“They’ll dry by the time we leave. Plus we got clothes in the van!” he floated on his back.

“You’re an animal.” Steve laughed, standing on the side of the pool with the girls.

“Thank you.” Eddie grinned, one eye winking from the sun in his eyes.

“Wasn’t a compliment.” Steve’s chest shook as he shook his head.

“Depends on who you ask.” he swam over and splashed water on Star.

“I’ll get changed and get in.” she said shooing him away.

“I think she should get in in her dress. Live a little. What’ya think guys?” Eddie looked at the pair of besties who were smirking at each other.

“I have a swimsuit, there’s no reason to get my dress wet.” Star grumped.

“Since when do you follow the rules?” Steve nodded her way, her eyes bright. “Married life made you go soft?”

“Yeah, are you a stuffy housewife now?”

“I am NOT!” she fist her hands and stomped her foot like a child and Eddie cackled at the sight. “I am selective in my wildness now.”

“Doesn’t sound very wild to me.” Robin smirked.

“No. Sounds like you’re boring.” Steve and Robin nodded and Star's mouth fell open.

“I am NOT boring! That's… that’s mean!” she squeaked.

“Nah that’s not mean.” Steve groaned and flung his hand out. “This is though.” He moved so fast that she barely had time to hold her breath before she was flung into the pool. It was easy to forget he was an athlete. But the second he had to use his strength it was clear you weren’t going to out body Steve.

“AH!” she screamed and flung her hair back, gasping.

“YEAH! MY MAN!” Eddie high-fived Steve. Robin was laughing at Star resembling a distressed wet cat as she doggy paddled in her rush to steady herself.

“What are you laughin’ at?” Steve grinned and bent his knees.

“No! Steve! NononoNO!” she screamed as she too was tossed into the pool. When she came up Steve was stripped down just like Eddie was, cracking his knuckles before spreading his arms wide “MAKE WAY!” he shouted with cupped hands.

Eddie faked playing a horn, making sounds with his mouth his hand mimicking the motions.

“That’s not even how you do it, dingus!” Robin flung herself up and dunked him underwater as Star cackled.

“Cleared for landing!” Star said as she hung to the side of the pool.

“Time to show you chumps how a real swimmer does it! State Champ 1984 comin’ in HOT!” Steve bragged and cannonballed into the pool with a shout. The initial annoyance at being tossed in with their clothes on passed before it even started. All that was left was to be a group of kids playing in the pool in the summertime.

The tendency for physical affection only grew the more intoxicated the couple became. Star, much to Eddie’s chagrin, had found the karaoke machine.

“This has like… every song ever on it.” She said with a shake of her head, on her knees scrolling through the menu on the small screen.

“My parents are on a service for it. They’re sent more tapes and stuff anytime they update it. It’s from Japan or something.” Steve shrugged, taking a hard hit, passing a joint between himself and Eddie cashed out on the couch. The boys were topless, in now dry swim trunks. Star had her bikini she’d changed into on under Eddie’s t-shirt and Robin had her signature oversized button-up over her one piece. Everyone was warm-cheeked and hair a chlorinated wavy mess.

“What kinda show should we treat the boys to Rob?” Star asked with perky fluffs of hair bouncing with enthusiasm.

“You wanna do a duet?”

“Uh... hell yes I do!”

“God please don’t let it be Grease again.” Steve lets his head fall to the back of the couch, eyes shut and exhaling a plume of smoke. He feels Eddie’s laugh beside him, but he doesn’t hear it.

“Summer Nights?” Robin stood and held out her arms.

“A wella-wella-wella say no more!” Star giggled and hopped up.

“Eddie…” Steve rolled his head over to look at the smirking man on his couch.

“Mmm?” Eddie’s closed-mouth smile made Steve’s forced serious face crack.

“If you could just… kill me... that’d be great.” they began to laugh, rubbing their face as the girls started singing.

“They’re not that bad.” he slapped the back of his hand on Steve’s thigh, their knees touching and spread out, melted into the leather.

“You have to say that.” He snorted.

“Nah. She’s not the best singer. She’ll admit that. But she loves it.” he shrugged and lazily lolled his head to look at Star bouncing in less than a bra and panties and his thin shirt worn with holes in it. Flashes of her cheeks and that plush triangle he liked to sleep on between her legs distracted him with a grunt. “When she does it... it’s not so bad.”

“You’ve got it so bad, dude.” Steve gave a sympathetic pat to his friend's leg.

“Yeah. I don’t give a shit who knows.” he grinned with teeth now, taking the undulating joint from Steve’s long fingers. “I mean look at her.” he motioned a nod her way as he took a drag.

“You’re seriously gonna tell another guy to look at your woman?”

“It’s not another guy, it’s you Steve.” Eddie chuckled.

“Oh gee thanks.” he grabbed Eddie’s curls and messed them with his hair. Eddie smacked back weakly and laughed.

“What I mean is- you’re not just SOME guy, ya know? You’re Steve. You’re HER Steve. Hell, you’re my Steve too at this point.”

“Your Steve?” he asked raising his head to look at Eddie.

“Yeah man, we’re friends. You know that right?” Eddie teased. “You’re our guy. She loves you to bits. So do I ya big lug.” he punched his arm lightly and Steve blushed. “I know you’ve got her best interests at heart. You’d not gonna do anything you’re not supposed to. You can look. I mean hell, you had her before I did.” Eddie held his stomach and laughed at the memory.

“I did didn’t I?” Steve’s shoulder shook remembering the messy drunk night. “But she’s yours, man.”

“Yeah.” He sighed happily.

“I just kissed her. You get to marry her.” Steve wiggled his brows with a wholesome tease.

“I’m gonna ya know.” Eddie turned his face back towards his friends, his curls a nest around his pale face.

“For real?” Steve took the joint from Eddie, a soft smile on his face.

“Yeah. Got a ring and everything.”

“Shit man,” Steve mumbled with the joint between his lips. “I would’ve helped you out, I know a little about jewelry.”

“It was my mom's. But very sweet of you to offer babe.” he winked and pinched Steve’s cheek. He simply laughed out smoke and blew it in Eddie’s face.

“That’s better anyway. She’ll love something old like that.”

“I think she will.”

“You know when you’re gonna do it?” Eddie pinched the last of the roach between his fingertips.

“I don’t know.” he shrugged. “Didn’t have a plan yet. I knew it’d be after we graduated but as I do with most things-” he took in a deep breath. “I figured I’d know when it was the right time.”

“You should plan it. She’d love that. Hey! I can help!” he said excitedly, his hand on Eddie’s thigh mindlessly. It was nice to be able to touch another man and not feel awkward about it. Steve needed more comfort between other guys his age. He’d never really had a genuine connection with another guy before. Maybe that’s why he was so fond of Eddie. He was always unapologetically him.

“Well I was kinda thinking I might-” Eddie has the breath knocked out of him as Star plops into his lap.

“Guess mine is not the first heart broken!” she sang, head leaned back and shaking, mic held up dramatically as they’d already moved into another song. Her feet kicked into Steve’s lap who started giggling, it was hard not to follow Steve’s high-pitched laugh with his own deeper one. So Eddie fell into stoned laughter, Star straddling him and singing far too loudly and harshly into his face. He held his hands to her bare thighs, gentle mindless strokes and she grazed her nose to his the most content dopey smile on his face. She slapped his chest and threw her head back near squalling. “BUT. NOW. THERE’S NOOOO WHERE TO HIIIDE!” she bent far backward and into the floor. Steve swore and pushed the coffee table out of the way with his feet but Star didn’t miss a word as Eddie leaned on his side crying laughing as her feet had gone over her head as she crumple to the floor. “I’m out of my head!” she laughed, no longer singing but jumping back up to her knees and crawling toward Steve now. He held his hands out to stop her but she plopped into his lap. Robin was leaning over the karaoke monitor laughing and holding her side, the mic booming “My head is saying “Foooool forget him!” she crooned again, back to singing, running her hand through his hair as he shuddered. He had the dumbest smirk on his face as she pouted her lips and sang to him, nose to nose until he remembered who he was sitting next to. He stiffened, looking at her with wide eyes then shooting his head to the partner of the woman in his lap. He didn’t what he expected, but Eddie moving to his knees wasn’t it. A hand to his chest dramatically. “Hold onto the end-”

“...that’s what I intend to do!” his voice scratched out. Eddie knew the words, he’d watched Grease with Star plenty. “I’m hopelessly devoted to you.” he cupped Steve’s cheek.

“Not you too!” Steve shouted and tried to squirm but laughs overtook him as Robins's voice played over the speaker joining in for the chorus. “Noooo!” he screamed, not drowning out the mic volume as they belted at him at varied pitches and keys.

“Hopelessly devoted to youuuu.” she giggled, as drunk as Star as she piled over the arm of the arm and onto Steve. They all fell into his lap, Eddie’s arm around him, nose nuzzling into his cheek as Robin took the other. Star held his chin and serenaded him, thankfully for his ears, hitting the last high note.

The song went into the next in line, bass plucking as they all laughed. Star hopped up as Robin slid down the side of the couch.

“I got chiiiills. They’re multiplying!” she hopped with impressive speed, her shoulders and hips moving the beat, pointing to Eddie as he played along, drunk and stoned enough to not give a shit around his older friends. He bobbed and approached her, they wrapped up in each other, her walking him with a hand stretched out across the room, mimicking the movie.

“Did I hit my head in the pool and this is all a hallucination?” Steve laughed, rubbing his eyes as Robin raised clumsily from the floor.

“Eddie Munson singing a Grease duet.” Robin said with a tilt of her head. “Well…if you hit your head so did I.” she shrugged. “I mean… makes sense he’d be a musical nerd too.” she said distracted by the couple's antics.

“You better shape up!” Steve hopped up startling Robin to stumble who he grabbed up much to her dismay as she screeched and shouted, dragging her in waltzing circles across his living room.

“It’s like Invasion of the Body Snatchers around here! Who are you guys?” Robin laughed, jostled by Steve’s strong arms.

“Loosen up Rob!” Steve shouted, twirling her.

“Ooh, ooh, honey.” She sang and giggled, joining in. They bopped, Eddie and Star were far more intimate than Steve and Robin who were doing some sort of jig as they sang to each other, arms around each other.

“You’re the one that I want!” Star tore away from Eddie who pouted, snatching up Robin as they put their arms around each other's shoulders and sang to one another. Eddie pointed at Steve and then himself. Steve shrugged and jumped over the low coffee table to Eddie who laced their fingers together and kicked their feet at each other. They missed a lot, stumbling when they’d kick each other's shins and shout “OW!” in the other's face with their red eyes shut with laughter. Eventually, they knocked the other's knees out and fell to the floor collapsing into a heap and gasping for breath.

“I guess maybe they didn’t need us to have a good time.” Dustin snorted, watching the scene unfold with GREAT amusement as the rest of the crew entered behind with varying looks of horror and humor.

“Oh hey!” Steve said pointing clumsily at the group standing in his foyer. “It’s you guys!” he shouted and clapped.

“He’s so high.” Jonathan laughed and covered his mouth to hide it.

“Everyone ended up together after our families headed out so we figured we’d come to hang with you guys.”

“More like come party with them.” Lucas chuckled.

“More like be nerds with them.” Mike snorted. “Grease Eddie? Really?”

“I am not immune to a love story about a rebel that wears leather jackets, what can I say? Turns out I’m a human!” he slapped his chest and let out a laugh. “Also when your girlfriend makes you watch it with you get used to it.” he grinned.

“He never complained about having to watch it because after as a reward I’d-” Eddie scrambled over to her and clapped his hand over her mouth, the older peers in the group laughing.

“Someone’s been drinking.” Steve ran his hands through his hair and gave an awkward smile.

“Yeah. All of you.” Nancy smirked and crossed her arms.

“Ya got me, Nance.” Steve put a hand on his chest. “How about those old enough join us and those who aren’t there’s still pizza in the kitchen!”

“PIIZZAAA!” the younger screamed and stampeded away.

“So… karaoke anyone?” Robin grinned and held out the mic.

-

The party morphed into something less intimate but still fun and close all the same. The pool got used again, another round of swimming, the water warm from the sun, the pool lights making a lovely chill setting to round out the night. Steve who sobered up with the excess company grabbed his camera again and began capturing the group all together again. With new faces this time around. Huddled in dragged dining room chairs onto the patio and piled onto lounge chairs everyone sat around a small fire pit and talked. Everyone caught up, or introduced, the conversation carried on for hours easily. Stories were swapped, backstories shared and new connections made. It was a satisfying conclusion for the party. But Star had a different ending in mind. Back in Eddie’s shirt but now wet in key spots from her swimsuit, she tugged his hand to join her as she stood.

“You good?” Steve piped up to check on them.

“Yeah, gonna go smoke and wind down together for a bit.”

“Don’t have sex in my bed please.” Steve asked with clasped hands. A laugh moved through the group.

“Not without you baby.” Eddie puckered his lips at Steve garnering another laugh.

“Appreciate it.” Steve shook his head but a wholesome smile sat on his face as he phased back into the group's conversation.

The inside of Steve’s house was warm and silent. The fireplace going and the almost entirely glass wall separating the interior and exterior closed. Eddie followed Star with no question as to where they were going at first, her holding his hand, dragged along behind him, both padding quietly up the stairs until Eddie’s curiosity got the better of him.

“Are we gonna have sex in Steve’s bed?” he asked earnestly. Star couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh.

“No, babe, we’re not.”

“Cause we’re heading to his room right now.” he said in defense of his question.

“We're going to the balcony.”

“Ohhh.” a slow nod as Eddie’s damp hair, just dry enough for his curls to bounce as he clumsily drug his feet behind his girlfriend.

They left the sliding door cracked to let some of the warmth from inside the house seep out onto the small balcony. It was just big enough to hold two chairs and a small table. An ashtray sat on the glass table half full, telling a story to Star about steve sitting out here alone. She didn’t see any lipstick rings around the butts, knowing it was only Steve who’d put them there. She saw the sort of girl Steve took home, and all of them had been done up like dolls. She got a glimpse into Steve alone for a moment and felt like it deepened their connection.

Star gave Eddie her lighter and half-full pack of cigs, the other half with a dwindling amount of joints inside. The spark caught the attention of the group below, unknown to the couple, the group was trained to be observant from PTSD of their unspoken experiences together.

“It’s just Eddie.” Dustin grinned with a sloppy wave. He waved back, Steve joining in with a twinkle of his fingers and a smile.

“He’s so cute.” Eddie whispers, lighting Stars cigarette for her.

“Which one?”

“Hell, both.” Eddie chuckled. “Like two puppies. They light up when they see someone they like.”

“Makes you feel good doesn’t it?” Star exhaled a content sigh.

“It’s nice to feel wanted.” Eddie nodded, hand resting on the cold metal railing, the tops of trees blooming and rustling around the balcony acting as a shield to the rest of the woods. With the sun down it was growing cold, but not freezing. A waxing moon gave a little light to the Harrington backyard. Star slid against his side, warming his bare skin.

“Kinda how I look at you, huh?” She smiled, waving back to the group.

“Yeah.” Eddie sighed and kissed the top of her head. “But I look at you like that too ya know.”

“I do.” She nodded, cheek pressed to his skin. “God it’s nice to feel this good.” She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around Eddie’s waist.

“Didn’t think it was possible.”

“Me either.” She held tight to him as she looked up to find him watching her serene face. “I get to see your gorgeous face smile at me when I walk into a room and it makes me feel like a god.” She smiled softly.

“Gorgeous hmm?” He smirked and took a drag. “Glad you think so… since you’ve got to look at this mug for the rest of your life.” He grinned, sharing a chuckle with her.

“Gladly.” She tip-toed up to kiss him. They share a beat of silence in each other arms, getting their buzz from the cigarettes and calming down.

“What’d you wanna come up here for anyway baby?” He breaks the quiet between them, the conversation downstairs a pleasant muttering.

“We hadn’t had time alone after graduation.” She slightly pulled away. “I wanted to talk. Smoke together. Just us.”

“You feeling needy?” He asked genuinely, not patronizing her.

“Maybe a little but not really.” She smiled and stepped away to move to the chair next to them a few feet from the edge of the balcony. He took a seat without question. She piled into his lap, feet over the edge of the chair arm, and snuggled into him. With an arm around each other, they settled, her fixing a few arrant curls as he enjoyed the feeling of being fussed on with closed eyes. “Today's been so good. Almost perfect really.” He nodded, leaning into her touch.

“Almost?”

“There’s still some night left.” She smiled as he fluttered open his eyes to see her softly lit by the moon. She looked like she was born to be kissed by moonlight and thanked by mortals for the opportunity to gaze upon her. Her bare legs were goosebumped, earning long, slow warming strokes from Eddie’s hands.

“There is.” He nodded as he stroked her. “What can I do to make it a perfect day? Because it’s been pretty damn perfect to me.”

“Yeah?” She said softly, fingers on his chest to pull an explanation from him.

“I graduated. I did what I said I would and flipped Higgins the bird and ran the hell out of there. I’ve been saying it for years now. And I did it.” His pride made his pale face glow.

“You did.” She leaned in to kiss him something wholesome and soft.

“And I got to do it with you. Now all of Hawkins knows you’re mine.”

“I don’t think they’ll forget it anytime soon.” She quietly laughed. “You put on quite the show.”

“Gotta give the people what they want.”

“It was perfect.” She sighed and kissed him again, not straying far from his lightly chapped lips as her fingers stroked his cheek. “We had our people there. We did it together. You made me feel special.”

“Good.” He kissed the bulb of her nose. “I wanted to. I know you’re a fan of my showmanship.”

“I am. I love it. I love you.” She kissed his cheek and he felt the warmth from the fire she kept burning in his chest. Her affection fueled and her touch stoked it. His hand raises slowly to wrap around her own on his chest. They were cozily wrapped around each other, the party downstairs another world separate from their own.

“I love you too,” he says with lowered, brows, leaning his head down to kiss her knuckles. “You okay?” he hovering his lips over her shifting fingertips. “Those pretty eyes are looking a little far away.” he gave her a soft smile that she returned.

“I’m fine. I’m great really. Today’s been a lot. Emotionally, ya know?” He nodded, giving her time to get out her thoughts as she stared at the star on his chest. “With it finally being here and now it’s over it's made me think a lot.”

“What about?” he gently coaxed her with an amiable, gentle vibrato in his voice keeping quiet between them even though they couldn’t be heard from downstairs.

“Us.” she answered quickly with the raise of her brows, a tiny nervous nod. “The future…” she shrugged the word out with puckered lips. “Our future. Together.” she swung her wide eyes up to meet his.

“I’m feeling good about it. Is something wrong?”

“No!” she squeaked out and giggled at herself, easing his worry. “I feel amazing about it, Eddie. I do.” she leaned in for a peck.

“Good.” he gave a nod in the affirmative and bumped his forehead to her jaw.

“I know you hadn’t wanted to talk about what we’d do after graduation until it happened. Since it’s happened... I wanted to talk about it. If that’s okay with you.”

“That was my rule.” he smiled at her worrying away at her bottom lip with her teeth, curious as to what was spinning around that lovely brain of hers behind her mossy eyes that were fixated on him. “You’ve mentioned it a few times.” He side-eyed her with friendly eyes. Before she could get the apology out of her mouth he continued with a knuckle to her jaw. “You’ve been patient. I appreciate it.” He tucked her hair behind her ear. “I know it’s not been easy for you. Worrying about the future is basically a hobby for you.” He put his hand on her stomach to reinforce his words.

“I like to have plans. Know that we’re on the same page. Especially when it comes to us. It’s only the most important thing in my life.” She let out a tiny huff of a laugh as he snugged her in close with his arm, putting her body as close to his as he could.

“You know how to make a man feel special.” He gave her a charismatic smile, soft and teasing in a way only reserved for her. “What’s been on that pretty mind baby?” He asks quietly, tapping her temple gently.

“Bad news first right?” She grimaced.

“Always.” His face fell more somber.

“You remember the whole art scholarship thing?”

“Oh shit, yeah did you ever-?” He pauses with an open mouth of realization.

“I didn’t get it.” She looked down as if she were ashamed of the news.

“Hey, that’s okay!” He raised her face with his chin. “Wasn’t meant to be then, was it? “

“You’re using my words against me.” She smiled.

“Because they’re very smart words.” He nodded firmly. “When’d you find out?”

“Oh... months ago.”

“MONTHS?” He said loudly in surprise, she giggled and put her fingers over his mouth to shush him from the likely nosy crowd below. “You didn’t tell me? For months?” Something almost like anger passes his face, then sadness.

“I got the letter when we were fighting. “ she said as of that made sense.

“Baby that’s no excuse. I’m so sorry. You must’ve been so upset. And I wasn’t there.” He frowns and looks out into the tree line. A bite of guilt in his stomach.

“I was a little embarrassed at first yeah but…” she groaned and shrugged. “It's good it happened when everything went wrong because I couldn’t get MORE upset at the time.” She laughed but he didn’t. “It’s okay. I thought it over. A lot. Like you said, it wasn’t meant to be.”

“Every time I remember what an asshole I was I get mad at myself all over again.” He grumbled. She turned his face to her with light fingers.

“We’re together now though. That’s what matters. And we’re staying together. There’s no college in Chicago to worry about now. Nothing to split us up. No long-distance bullshit or hours-long drives back and forth. We can stay together now. That’s good!” She promised with excited eyes.

“That would suck.” He whispered with realization. “Man I don’t know if I could even live without you around anymore. Even a few hours away? It makes me wanna die just thinking about it.”

“We don’t have to now!” She bounced slightly on his lean thighs. “That’s why it’s good.” She nodded until he joined her reluctantly. “Besides. I don’t think I’m cut out for college anyway.”

“Oh?” He was more surprised than she expected.

“Yeah, I hate school. The whole academia thing. Tests and papers and shit that has nothing to do with me putting paint on canvas. And it’s so much goddamn money.” She groaned.

“Baby you’re one of the smartest people I know you could if you wanted to you know that right?” She gave him warmth from the way she sighed and kissed him.

“Even though it would mean us possibly having to be far apart. And you just admitted that it made you wanna die.” She chuckled. “You’re still supporting it?”

“Support is a strong word.” He looked around and cracked a smile. “Grin and bear it? Yes. If it’s what you wanted. I want what you want. Who am I to hold you back from your dreams? I hold you back enough just existing.” He let tumble out of his mouth like he hadn’t meant to be so honest.

“You help me every single day Eddie. Every second you’re around is better just because you exist. Don’t ever think you do anything but make my life better.” She held him by the chin with insistence. “I don’t want to hear any of that nonsense from you.” She kissed his pouted lips. “You make the world better by being in it. Anyone that says differently is a liar.” She sounded so sure it made it hard not to believe her.

“Alright, baby.” He simply, softly agreed. “I’m sorry. I won’t.”

“Since we’ve not had our deep future talks lately I’ve not gotten to remind you how special you are.” She stroked back his hair, looking down at his dark eyes with a sliver of reflected moonlight in them. “Or remind you how much I love you. How important- nay vital to my future you are.” She said with a spark of drama that made Eddie laugh.

“I do love to hear it.” He shut his eyes and hummed as her warm palms touched his clammy skin.

“Good thing I brought it up.” She kissed the tip of his nose. “I wanted to talk about our summer plans.”

“Oh! Well, I have good news on that topic.” He perked up.

“Good news second yes.” She nodded and intently leaned in to listen.

“You are looking at an employed high school graduate.” He puffed out his chest and straightened an imaginary tie.

“You found a job!” She said loudly and he got to take a turn shushing her.”

“I did. At the shop where you painted the van actually.”

“Seriously? You know so much about cars I didn’t even think about you being a mechanic. That makes total sense.” She hit her forehead with her palm.

“They saw the work I did on the van. Some of that poverty forced ingenuity.” He chuckled. “Wayne told them that was all me and asked if they needed someone.”

“Wayne coming in for his baby boy once again.”

“Father of the year.” Eddie grinned.

“That’s such a relief. We can save up even quicker now!”

“You keep saying that. What exactly are we saving up for?” Star blinked at him as if she didn’t understand him.

“To get us out of here.” She said with a laugh.

“Shit.” He said with raised brows, eyes leaving hers again and turning far away.

“Isn’t that what you wanted? To pursue your music? You can’t really do that here. You need to be in a real city where people are that make those decisions.”

“No, no, you’re totally right babe. You are, I just…” he looked down and shook his head, an odd amused expression coming across his face.

“What?” Her voice came out so small and scared Eddie turned his attention back to her and squeezed her tight

“Honestly? I never thought I’d get out of here.” He admitted openly.

“What do you mean?” She cooed and touched his cheek.

“Part of the Munson curse I suppose. Big plans when you’re young and then life kicks you in the nuts and doesn’t stop until your dreams are dead and so are you.” She blinked rapidly and looked a bit repulsed, “Okay that’s… harsh but I mean my people don’t get what they want. They don’t get good jobs or good relationships and they can’t seem to make enough good decisions to make a difference. It’s the poverty cycle. Sure I’ve had the dream to get out and make something of myself but guess how else did? My dad. Mom. Wayne.” He let out a tired sigh. “Mom almost got us out. She did.” He nodded. “But life proved too hard for her.” He spoke softly about his mother always.

“She tried to get you out too?”

“Yeah away from my dad. Start a new life somewhere. That pipe dream.”

“Maybe we can pick up where she left off?” Star offered. “She got close right? There’s two of us, we make good decisions, we’ve got good friends. We aren’t them. We can do it together. It can happen! No. It will happen.” Her confidence was contagious. The things he’d been told his whole life weighed heavy to keep his optimism down. But when she held his face and promised him the world it was damn hard to not believe her. “We both have real jobs. Tax-paying jobs that won’t get us in trouble. We can save and stay where we are. We can do this.”

“You really believe that don’t you?”

“I do. I mean… who else better to break a curse than a witch?” She joked but Eddie felt the sentiment settle into his chest. He took a deep breath, and his time looking over her face.

“I know people say it all the time but I really, honest to god, don’t know what I’d do without you.” Her chest faltered, and her throat lumped as she swallowed down a rush of tears fighting their way up.

“You don’t have to wonder what you'd do because you’ve got me, Eddie. Forever. I mean that.” They spoke in hushed whispers to keep their holy promises to each other light in the night. There was no heaviness to their love. “I know people say that too.” She broke the tension and nuzzled his nose with hers, he kissed her knuckles slowly as she spoke words he never thought he’d hear from another person. “But I plan to.” She said, her stomach fluttering. “It’s a plan I wanted to talk to you about actually.” He heard her voice waver and looked up to give her his undivided attention. “There’s so much I want to say and I don’t know where to even start. I love you. That’s good.” She laughed at herself and he joined in.

“Great start.” He agreed and pushed her hair back from her face to watch her closely.

“There’s… you know…” she huffed out in frustration but a smile remained on her face. She let her mind go, her eyes closing and letting her chest and throat crack open. “All the things I’ve ever heard about love, on tv and in movies and books and from people who I thought were crazy for saying such cliche, corny, cheesy, predictable things… they’re all true.” She dig deep to find the courage to squeeze his hand, looking into his eyes to find them as soft as they ever had been. “But I find myself wanting to keep every last one of those cliches and recite them to you. Like it was the first time either of us had heard them. I could read you a book so big I couldn’t lift it full of those things and I would mean every last one of them. You complete me. I’d rather die than live without you. Our souls are made from the same stardust. We are that one in a million." her face gave over to it now, her tongue letting free everything she'd been mulling over in her head. "Love like this is not supposed to exist. But yet it does. Against all odds. And it’s fucking terrifying. But you know what’s scarier? The chance that I miss out on the greatest love I've ever known because I’m scared. Because I’m worried I’m moving too fast. I wanna risk it. I’m willing to put all my chips on you, Eddie. I’ll bet the whole fuckin' farm on us, Munson. And I am willing to be wrong. I am willing to try based on that single negligible percentage of a chance that this ends with us getting everything we ever wanted.” Her confidence was free with every word that left her mouth. Her voice rose and her posture straightened, hands to Eddie’s chest as she let her heart do all the talking.

Eddie's eyes grew as wide as she’d ever seen them, a tear escaped down his cheek as she spoke with conviction from her soul, throat cracking with emotion as she delivered the most precious gifts to him so willingly.

“What I’m trying to say is… my plan…” she took a quick breath in. “I want to marry you, Eddie.” She felt his hands squeeze hers back but it didn’t deter her, only egged her on. “And I don’t mean in some philosophical someday way where it floats around and doesn’t have a date or a plan where you're waiting for the right time and then time passes then some more and suddenly it’s been years and it’s still not “the right time”.” She did finger quotes and rolled her eyes at the frustration of the idea. “I want to marry you now. Soon. I want to do it in a place we both call home with all the people we love around us. I don’t want to wait to be yours. Because this is right. I want everyone to know we belong to each other. I want you to know I'm yours with no doubt. Not just have it whispered between us when we’re alone at night. I’m ready for our lives to start together.” She was out of breath, chest heaving as she bombarded him with her demands. She blinked as if she’d just come out of a trance, brows shifting as she looked around.

She was startled when he sat up, eyes racing around the space. He kept his hands to her and stood, looking down at the party. The only indication he gave that he heard her at all was holding up a single finger as if to tell her to wait. Star stood bewildered, feeling as if she were naked in a snowstorm. At least emotionally. When Eddie threw his leg over the railing she screeched.

“Eddie! What are-?! Babe!” She kept to the railing only for him to already be on the other side.

Unknown to them they’d been holding the party's rapt attention, Steve had his camera out, a shakily zoomed-in shot of Star's loud voice confessing her undying love for Eddie that ended in a marriage proposal. So no one expected him to crawl over the balcony.

“Oh my god.” Nancy said with a hand to her mouth.

“Did she just propose?” Jonathan asked quietly. “And now he’s jumping off the balcony?” He looked around for clarification.

“MUNSON WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” Steve shouted setting the camera on a chair but not shutting it off in the cold fear that struck through him

“MY JEANS!” Eddie shouted, pointing before reaching out to the ivy-covered downspout on the house.

“WHAT??!!” Everyone screamed in unison.

“I NEED MY JEANS!” He said as if they were the ones acting erratic in this situation.

“WHAT THE HELL MAN?? Have you heard of stairs? Jesus Christ!” Steve said with arms out at the foot of the spout as Eddie monkeyed his way with his tongue out of his mouth in concentration. The younger kids were crying laughing. This was the most chaotic thing they’d ever witnessed.

Eddie jumped off the side of the house a few feet from the ground and Star lets out a loud groan of equal relief and frustration. Her hands to her hair she’s left thinking her possibly former boyfriend was trying to kill himself after she proposed and now she’s left with pure unfiltered confusion at what he was doing next.

“Hey guys.” Eddie says so casually with a nod, snatching his jeans from a pile next to a chair.

Loud questions are shouted at him but he ignored everyone one of them, pulling something out of his pocket and jogging back to the downspout.

“You can’t just climb on the pipes Eddie!” Steve shouted with a squeak to his voice as his closest male friend his age made him reconsider giving him that title.

“I got it!” He said proudly, undeterred by the chaos ensuing around him by his actions. Star grasped at him haphazardly to pull him over the railing. Both panting for different reasons she was left with a horrified expression and he wore an opposing grin that spread across his entire face. “Star…” he said before stopping to catch his breath and getting to one knee.

“Oh shit!” Steve hissed with realization as he nearly falls running to get the camera and shush everyone behind them.

“I told you once that I was willing to be as crazy as you were. And I believe this is a good example of that.” He started laughing and so did she, his hand outstretched to take hers. “I would be honored… blessed… gifted to make that promise to you sanctioned by the United States government.” Star cackled, her head thrown back before returning her gaze to him, wiping happy tears away. “Star Reynolds. Light of my life. Queen of my Realm. Goddess whom I worship at the altar of….” He held out the small ring of his mothers he’d not even gotten to keep to himself for 24 hours. It was never meant to stay with him, he realized. It was in just as much of a hurry to be on her finger as she was. “I would be the happiest man alive or dead if you would accept this humble Munson heirloom as a material representation of our mythical love and be my wife.”

There was no waiting. Not even for a second. She slipped her finger in the ring and felt the blessing of their union from his mother with it. She’d even ensured it fit her finger perfectly. Another small serendipitous happenstance only strengthened their belief that their love was meant to be.

“Yes!” She cried with sobs of joy. She lept into his arms much to the horror of everyone before, afraid they’d topple over the railing.

She held onto him with legs around his waist and arms around his neck as she kissed loudly all over his face. He carried her down the stairs that way. So similar to how he’d carried her drunken self down with Steve all those months ago. She held to him and kissed him just the same. Robin opened the patio door to let them through as Eddie wasn’t going to let her out of his arms.

“Guess who’s getting married mother fuckers!” Eddie shouted at the top of his lungs and Star joined with a squeal. The whole group cheered, Steve shed a tear at the sentimentality of it all.

Another prized possession of theirs was created. Jonathan with his camera always close snapped Star with her hand out in the arms of her love as they both beamed so bright he was surprised it didn’t distort the photo. Years later it would be blown up to fit a giant canvas. It would line the hallway wall to their bedroom. A centerpiece of a gallery wall full of memories of the life they’d created together.

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This is the end of the main part of the story. I hope to write more as it comes to me with one shots about moments later in their life. It's been heavily requested already but I have no schedule as to when they would be started. I hope you enjoyed these two as much as I did. I'm very sad to see them go. I don't know what I'm going to do to fill my time now. Thanks to everyone who followed and commented, it kept me going and the validation fuels me to keep writing.

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[neonghostlights]

The Three Exes of Eddie Munson Interlude 2: Jennifer

Warnings: Substance abuse, this is about Eddie with a female!oc that isn’t reader from the series

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Life has been rough lately.

So Eddie was running away. Kind of.

Jennifer laid her head back on the lounge chair beside him. She looked like pure sin in her black bikini, her long dark hair came down to nearly her waist.

He met Jennifer at one of his shows nearly a week ago. She was a model and had come back stage to meet him.

He happened to have had a rough day that day and wasn’t in the best mindset due to the substances he was under. His manager was pissing him and Gareth was pushing him to get clean.

So when Jennifer happened to mention that nothing was stopping them from getting away for a while he took the chance and got on the plane with her to their tropical destination.

Eddie coughed a little and Jennifer let out an annoyed sighed, pulling down her sunglasses to shoot Eddie an annoyed look with her dark eyes.

Jennifer was sweet but he could tell she was losing her patience with him.

“Do you want to go swim?” Eddie asked, bored.

“No. I want to relax,” Jennifer said in an even voice as she put her sunglasses back in place.

“Swimming is relaxing,” Eddie tried again just to be ignored.

He couldn’t blame Jennifer. She had flew out here with him on a whim, for the excitement of it but now that the newness wore off after the first day and she realized that Eddie wasn’t as cool as the world thought he was. She was severely disappointed and probably thinking of a polite way to tell him to leave.

Eddie got up and decided to go on a walk alone.

-

Eddie woke up shaking in the middle of the night.

He was drenched in sweat, the resort sheets were practically a puddle underneath him.

Jennifer slept curled up under his arm. He ran a hand down his face, trying to feel like he was in his own body again.

He had a dream, a nightmare, that he hadn’t had in a while. He thought he was getting better but not even years can rid him of the thought of you or the memory of the day he left you.

He felt sick as he remembered how long it had been, who he had let himself become.

He slowly lifted his arm off of Jennifer without waking her up and climbed out of the bed as gently as he could.

He gagged in the bathroom, feeling like the world was rocking beneath his feet as he held on for dear life while he tried to get dressed.

He stumbled out of the room and got on a flight back to LA while Jennifer still slept.

She would know he was okay the next time she saw his name in the media.

[warmaidensrevenge]

It's not a never.

Pairings: Eddie x fem!best friend Plus size reader

A/N: Happy Sunday loves. Here I present the final part in this series. It's a bit steamy if you ask me. So ready your naughty bits. As always thanks for reading. Please feel free to share and comment your thoughts. It really gives me a boost of dopamine that I crave. So anything is awesome. Kay love ya. Byyyyyeeee.

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Word count: 3,824

Warnings: 18+ No minors please. Angst, language, sexual implications, sexual situations, p&v, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex and mentions of alcohol use. Not proof read

Part 4: Right now

Summary: Time goes by. But feelings still remain.

The farewell was in fact unbearable. It hurt Eddie like hell. But what hurt the most was a year after. College life became hectic for you. Which caused letters and phone calls to lessen. 

Then the guys got a big break. It was a small record label with very little rapport. But it was one he had a good feeling about. They made a deal for one full album and a few shows to promote it. 

It was a very busy year that turned into two. Then three.

Before any of them knew it, they were playing sold out shows. 

Things were working out. His dreams were coming true. But he never forgot about that girl with the sweet little smile. Though it has been some time since he saw it. He was fortunate enough to see it again one summer night in that third year.

The band was performing at one of their favorite places one hot night. They loved it because it was on a rooftop. Where they could see most of the city.

Tonight though, Eddie could only focus on the pretty girl with the small smile he almost forgot if it weren't for the prom picture he kept in his wallet.

The second the set was over, he jumped off the stage and ran to you. Obviously dodging the groupies and fans asking for autographs.

You yelped when he embraced you. Surprised when he picked you up a little.

“ Oh shit! I can't believe this!” He said when he planted you back down. 

You giggled. “Hi Eddie.”

He leaned back a little and grinned like crazy. “ When did-” He was cut off by the rest of his buddies.

He took a few steps back to let everyone have their turn with you. To be honest he needed the minute to get over the shock of seeing you. 

One thing led to another and you guys went out for drinks then ended up back at their apartment.

The whole night you guys were hanging off each other. Loving glances were shared and every word you said sounded like a love spell to him. And that didn't end when it was just you two.

Everyone else went to bed and he wasn't tired at all. So why end the night? Who knows when he was gonna see you again.

“ Ehem. So Eddie?” You said, putting your half empty glass on the coffee table. “ How many times do I have to squeeze your thigh to get you to kiss me?”

He laughed nervously.

You gave him a sexy sly grin. “ Common I've been flirting with you all night.”

He cleared his throat and smirked while you moved closer to him. It was true. You were flirting. He was too. And he shouldn't have. 

You reached up to move his bangs to the side. After you rested your hand much closer to his genitals. 

He quickly put a hand on yours. Just in case you decided to touch him further. “ Ummm…” he mumbled and met your beautiful eyes.

If things were different, he wouldn't question a damn thing and take you right here and now. Maybe even on the floor and the kitchen counter. Definitely fuck you in the shower and again on his bed. But he couldn't.

He exhaled. “ I'm kinda seeing someone.”

You practically jumped back. Pulling your hand away in the process. He could see how red you were getting from embarrassment.

“ Crap! Ed- I'm…uhhhh I'm sorry. I should go.”

You stood up and without thinking he grabbed your arm and stood up too.

“ No! I mean. Please don't go.”

You looked at him and shook your head. “ No I should. I've embarrassed myself enough for a lifetime.”

You tried to go but he gently pulled you back and cupped the sides of your face. 

“ Common kid. Don't be embarrassed. I was flirting too.” He hung his head a little. “ I shouldn't have but…it's you.”

He felt your warm soft hands on his. Making him meet your eyes. 

“ Eddie I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come and -”

“ No. You did nothing wrong. It was me. I should've said I was seeing someone sooner…but seriously, don't go. I-I've missed you…So fuckin much.”

You bit your lip and nodded. “ Okay. But you have to sit on the other side of the couch.”

He dropped his hands and held onto yours. “ Yeah, or I'm gonna have to make a phone call and become single.”

Your eyes widened. “ I'm flattered, but probably don't do that.”

You both grinned at one another before returning to the couch. Talking until the sun came up.

For Eddie it was heartbreaking saying goodbye to you that next morning. You were still that funny, sweet, affectionate girl from highschool. You were still the person he could talk to for hours without a care in the world. And he remembered the love that he still had for you. 

What he learned last night was that you were so busy with school that you didn't have time to date. He also found out that college was much harder than you thought it was gonna be. So hard that you changed your major twice.

Eventually, you found something you really saw yourself doing. Career wise that is. And he was happy for you. Just like how you were happy for him and the guys. 

Still, there was still something between you two. Something he wished he could explore. Something that just flowed with you. It was as if you guys picked up from where you left off.

It irked him. It bothered him so much that he actually opened up to his girlfriend about it. 

At first she was quiet, then she got pissed. Eventually, she calmed down and broke up with him. And to be honest it didn't really affect him that much. Sure he liked her. She was fun to be around. But after talking to you, he realized he never had a decent conversation with her. It was just partying and sex mostly. 

It wasn't her fault though. It was him. He never cared to open up to anyone besides his friends. Maybe it was because he thought no one would understand or get him. Get his quirks or quips. They probably wouldn't get his music tastes or like his nerdy side. Or maybe he didn't want anyone to. Perhaps it was because he still had hope for you. Hope that was instilled in him over the best pancakes in the world.

Either way it would be another 4 years until he would see you again.

…

Jeff was getting married. To Connie, in Hawkins. Everyone was invited and Eddie, Gareth and Grant were his groomsmen. They were all his best men cuz he couldn't choose one. 

Which was such a grueling task. Helping with the wedding and planning a bachelor party took up a lot of time. 

But besides all that, Eddie was looking forward to seeing one guest. One very important guest. The pretty girl he's been corresponding to for the past four years. 

He got in touch after you left New York. And kept up contact. He didn't want to disconnect again. Lose you again.

Though nothing was ever said about getting together, he anticipated that after the wedding he was gonna leave with you. Finally getting to that right now you had mentioned seven years ago.

-

He was near the entrance of the church, saying his hellos with the rest of the wedding party when he saw you. 

Everything around him seemed to slow down as you exited the car and fixed your royal blue dress. You looked around and smiled at the people you knew. Then you went to help your mom out of the car. 

He absolutely could not look away. You were a knockout. Absolutely gorgeous. 

What were the chances he could sneak you out of the party and make love somewhere? Maybe he could convince you to leave early. 

He suddenly felt a jab in the ribs. 

“ Ouch! What the fu-” he groaned as he looked at Gareth who was nodding towards Jeff's grandma. “ Oh right!” He uttered, holding out his elbow for her. “ Hello there young lady, I am to escort you to your VIP spot.”

She hit him with an ohh you and took his arm. He looked back to see if he could catch your eye. But it wasn't until the ceremony that he did. 

With a big smile you lifted your hand. Giving him a little wave. He smirked and looked down. Continuing down the aisle. 

Damn! He thought. He really wanted you to be a part of the wedding party.

Originally you were, but you had just started a new job and couldn't get away for rehearsals or any planning. So you opted to only be a guest. Which sucked for him because now he had to look at the happy couple instead of staring at you.

Once he got to the altar he met your gaze again. He knew he must look crazy grinning the way he was. But he didn't care. The girl he was in love with was in the same town, at the same place he was. And he was gonna make sure he left with you.

-

The vows and I do’s were said and the pastor gave the bride and groom the go ahead for a kiss. 

Eddie looked over at you and you had tears of joy falling from your eyes. He pulled out his  handkerchief and took a few steps towards you. Asking for the person sitting in front of you to hand it off. 

You blushed and wiped the tears away while he went back to his spot. Gareth nudged him, but he didn't care. He had to make sure you were good. 

At this point he would do anything for you. He would give anything to be with you. He'd say anything and everything he could just to see you smile. And for a second he pictured what his life would be like with you.

Applause broke out and he clapped along as Jeff and Connie walked back down the aisle together. Once they were at the end, the guys and bridesmaids followed. 

He looked at you again and you were talking to your dad. However, you met his eyes as he passed and mouthed a thank you. 

He nodded and planned on circling back around so that he could get to you. Unfortunately, he had to go in the limo as soon as they walked out. 

Apparently word mysteriously got out that Jeff was getting married. So there were paparazzi and a handful of fans waiting outside the chapel. 

It was a good thing that they had security on standby just in case this happened. 

Everyone was escorted into the car and rushed off.

Jeff was pissed but Connie calmed him down. Saying that to not let it ruin their day. 

Eddie smiled to himself. He was happy for his friend. Jeff had found the girl he was meant to be with. Even with the band getting bigger and the crazy schedules. One of his best friends got to spend the rest of his life with someone who calmed him. Who accepted him for all that he is and truly made him happy. 

Eddie was a little envious of it. Still, he was completely overjoyed for his buddy. 

He wanted that. More than anything, he wanted you. So it was his prerogative to be with you.

-

Everyone had to show their invitations to get into the dance hall. But once in, the music was going and drinks were being served. 

Eddie waited patiently by the door. Nearly jumping up and down. Excited to finally get to talk to you. 

While giving security your invitation you locked eyes with him and smiled from ear to ear. 

You looked away for a second then followed your parents in. 

He said hello to everyone as they made their way down the line to the newly Weds. Finally it was your dad's turn. They shook hands and your mom was next.

“ Why hello there, gorgeous. You are a vision.”

Victoria blushed and gave him a playful smack. “ Stop it.”

He laughed and gave her a hug. 

At last, it was your turn. 

“ Hi Eddie.”

He stood there with his lips together and an eyebrow raised. Giving you his flirtatious smile. “ Hi baby.”

You tilted your head to the side and raised both brows. “ Baby?”

He beamed at you and grabbed your hand. Pulling you closer to him. “ Yeah. You're my baby girl now.” 

Before you could say anything, he pulled you into a long warm hug. Rocking you from side to side. Making you laugh.

Grant cleared his throat. “ Alright Munson, you're holding up the line.”

You pulled away but he didn't want to let you go. He gave your hand one last squeeze before releasing it. His eyes never left you as you finally made it down to Jeff and Connie. 

He smiled as you took Connie's hand and twirled her around. Clearly admiring how beautiful she looked in her gown. Then you gave her hug. Moving on to the groom. He chuckled seeing you and Jeff do your nerdy handshake before hugging.

Afterwards, everyone sat down to eat. Eddie of course didn't want to sit with the rest of the party. Not while you were just a few feet away. He grabbed his plate and his beer and went to sit next to you. 

“ Eddie…Connie's is gonna kill you.” You warned.

He looked up at the head table and saw Jeff and Connie just enamored with each other. Not really paying attention to anything or anyone else but each other for that matter.

He put a hand on the back of your chair and scooted closer. “ I don't think they care.”

He watched you as you glanced at your friends and smiled.

“ Awww I love them.”

He reached up and moved your hair behind your shoulder. Causing you to look at him. “ Want to get out of here?”

You jerked your head back. “ Dude! It's our best friend's wedding.”

-

As the night progressed you guys were practically inseparable. You danced, drank, and talked. It was as if nothing had changed between you two. He made you laugh and you made him nervous. 

It felt right.

Even the approving nods he got from his friends and family assured him this was it. He could do this with you. 

Your parents were about ready to leave a couple hours later and you along with them. What could he do to get you to stay?

“ I-I can get you a ride home later if you want.” He offered.

You shook your head. “ No, I have some work to do so I better get going.”

He frowned. “ But we hardly got to hang out.”

You looked down, clearly to him, trying to think of something. When he came up with something first.

“ I uhh I should probably try and find a hotel for tonight.”

You met his eyes with yours. “ Why?”

He nudged his head towards the door. Where there were paparazzi hanging out with cameras at the ready. “ I was gonna stay with my uncle, but I don't want those guys to bother him.”

“O-oh… ummm well you know my parents still have the pull out in the basement. I could...if you want, I could sneak you out? But what about everyone else?”

He shrugged. To hell with them for the night. “ They're adults, they can figure out something I'm sure.”

You softly laughed. “ Alright. How about you go out the service entrance and we’ll circle around for you?”

He smirked. “ Let's go.”

-

He was laying there in his boxers trying to figure out how to sneak past your parents room and get into your bedroom. Sure it was probably a stupid idea to try and have sex while your parents were across the hall. However he needed you. He craved your lips, and your warmth. He wanted your body next to his.

So he decided to grab something to drink, then see if your parents had gone to bed.

What he found was even better. 

You were in the kitchen grabbing a Popsicle. Wearing nothing but a long shirt and tube socks.

When you turned around you jumped. “ Eddie!” You half whispered. 

He grinned. “ Sorry baby. Was thirsty.”

He went for a glass to pour himself some tap water. Paying attention to your movements. You had gone to sit at the table and started sucking on the ice cream. All the while reading a manuscript. 

He gulped down his drink and went to sit next to you. Pulling the chair as close to you as possible. 

You did your best to ignore him and his advances. But the way he played with your hair made you shift closer to him. 

You had gotten so overcome by his light touch on your thigh that you squeezed your legs shut. You then flipped the page you were working on and licked the Popsicle that was melting all over your hand. Some of the sweet syrup dripped down your chin. And before you could wipe it away he grabbed your hand with one arm and lightly held your chin between his index finger and thumb with the other. He then licked a fat strip from the underside of your chin up to your bottom lip.

He smirked to himself hearing your breath hitch. He had you right where he wanted. 

He stood up and grabbed your hand. Stealing your sweet treat and finishing it off before leading you down to the basement. Of course locking the door behind you. 

When he got you on the bed, he finally took that kiss he'd been dying for all day and everyday for the past seven years

Wet and needy. Tongues dancing together. Exploring tenaciously. With hands doing the same.

He started needing your breast and was surprised by something hard. Curious, he went under the shirt and felt two small metal balls on either side of your hardened nipple. 

He groaned against your lips. “ Fuck baby. I like this.”

You laughed softly and whispered. “ I knew you would.”

He grinned while he played with your piercing. After a bit he kissed his way down your body until he reached your underwear. But instead of taking them off. He moved the damp cloth to the side and spread you a part. 

He was addicted as soon as his tongue touched you. The sweet, sweet nectar that poured from you drove him mindless. But even more so feeling your hand get lost in his curls as the other covered your mouth. Trying to conceal your pleasure.

He stared up at you, enjoying your contorted face as he sucked and licked and swallowed like there was no tomorrow. 

Then he added fingers. Doing a come hither motion. Wasn't long after that. Your body trembled as an orgasm hit. Your pussy throbbed around his fingers. Coating them generously with your wetness.

He waited patiently for you to come down before climbing back up your body and crashing his lips into yours. And when he did you sucked in his bottom lip. Causing him to push his hardened length against your soaked undergarments.

You pushed him up off of you and got on your knees before him. He watched in awe as you wrapped your hair up and freed his cock from its cotton prison.

You teased him at first. Giving his head little kitten licks and kisses. It was maddening. Feeling your slick tongue swirl around the tip before retreating back into your mouth. 

“ Baby please!” He begged.

You looked up with darkened eyes and a less than angelic smile. “ Shhh. You have to be quiet.”

He pouted. Pleading you with his eyes. 

Then you did it. You took the whole damn thing. Making him reach for the back of your head and lifting his hips to go deeper. 

The hum in your throat had his eyes rolling back and toes curled until they hurt. 

A few seconds passed by and he felt your throat close around him as you started to choke. He loosened his grip and let you back off. 

He opened his eyes and focused on you. Watching you catch your breath before taking him in again. This time not so deep. Adding your hand into the mix. 

It was fucking amazing. Every slurp, every gag, every teasing lick around his balls nearly had him cumming. Even more so when you forced him in every once every other stroke. Building up his confidence and his orgasm.

“ Sh-shit baby…got-gotta stop.” 

You let him go with a small pop and had a concerned look in your eyes.“ Everything okay?”

He licked his lips and swallowed. “ Yeah. Fuckin perfect. Just don't wanna cum yet.”

He leaned forward and pulled you into a kiss while helping you up. 

You stood before him and used his shoulders for balance as he peeled off your panties. 

Once they were at your feet you kicked them off and straddled him. Slowly lowering yourself on his shaft. 

Your mouth fell open and your eyes screwed shut and his tip pushed through. 

“ OH MY GOD!” He moaned. 

Your warm tight pussy clinged to him. Hugging him like no other has before. Feeling you flutter around him as you rocked back and forth had him focusing on not cumming. 

He buried his face in your bosom and concentrated on his target. That one special spot that made you cry out his name. That spot that not only drove you over the edge but made him see heaven.

Sure enough he found it. But at this angle he couldn't touch it as much and he wanted to. 

So he wrapped his arms around you and held on tightly as he flipped you over on your back. 

You giggled in the process and stole a kiss and he repositioned himself. When he looked at you, you were grinning up at him.

“ Oh Eddie. So serious.”

He narrowed his eyes at you and rammed himself in. Earning that yelp/ moan. He reached up to cover your mouth as he plowed into you.

“ This. Is. Serious.” He grunted. 

Your eyes got lost in the back of your head as he thrusted hard and steady. Your moans turning into whimpers and sighs as he fucks you into the bed.

And within moments your body and his reacted to the immense pleasure. 

The climax washed over you like a wave of ecstasy.

Once it passes, he rested his forehead on yours panting with you. Letting his hand fall away from your mouth. 

“ I've missed you so much.” He whispered.

You nodded in agreement that he was also missed. 

He kissed your forehead. “ I'll go find something to clean you up.”

He then pulled out slowly and put on his bottoms.

When he came back he had a warm washcloth with him. He gently cleaned between your legs then himself before pulling you to lay in his arms.

You had started tracing his tattoos. Making him smile.

That's when he found himself writing something on your arm.

‘Marry-me-yeah?’

You sighed lightly and snuggled closer to him. Tracing your answer on his chest.

‘Okay’

He raised his head to look at you. " Yeah?"

You nodded. " On one condition...You have to break the news to Grant."

Eddie threw his head back into the pillow and smacked his forehead. " Shit! He's gonna kill me."

You giggled. " Yup."

…

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black amethyst - eddie munson x reader

2.6k words i had a pretty hard night so :} i wrote this lil thing

warnings; none?

crystal mommy spiritual hippie reader and eddie dance in his room to fleetwood mac and enjoy life because it needs to slow down a bit sometimes.

“why are we listening to this again?” eddie complained. he was lounged on his bed, propped up by an excessive amount of pillows he stole from the couch in his living room, head facing the ceiling with his thumb and pointer finger pinching the bridge of his nose. he wore a thin gray tank top, the kind where the front swooped in a u-shape down onto his chest. there were cracked yellow letters on top of a red circle with a freaky looking thing on it- the judas priest logo from ‘82 screaming for vengeance. the age on the shirt shown, cracked and faded and the j on judas barely readable. he was just in his boxers, checkered black and white and very comfy looking.

his room was all shaded orange, the indiana sunset painting the room with a call for nocturnals to come out and play. his room, even with the golden orange infiltrating, was so dark. grungy. eddie had a habit of just leaving things places and not ever picking them up. you had once tried to help him clean up, but quickly got bored and just sat on his lap while he showed you his new def leppard tape; the band with 9 arms, a fact that you both thought was super metal. posters of heavy metal bands, the random comic book erotica, his prized guitar, colors of black and red and enough frightening imagery to make any child below the age of five to bawl and run to their parents.

but you were such a contrast in his room. smiling happily, bright crystals wrapped in wire adorning your fingers, another quartz dangling from your neck. you came to his house wearing a float top that tied at the front and a long patterned green skirt, but the top soon got ditched once you realized how fucking hot his house was. so now you were in the flowy skirt and your bra. it was comfortable. exposed skin didn’t have to be sexual to you and eddie. it often was, but that evening was just comfort.

you were dancing in the middle of his room, stevie nicks singing away on the tape you smuggled in his home and shoved in the player before he realized it.

“come on, babe,” you giggled. “stevie nicks is so rad! i would even say she’s metal.”

��don’t you ever say that again.”

you sighed dramatically, rolling your eyes for effect. you threw a knee up on his bed to sit yourself down on it, right next to his foot, the other tucked in his leg so his knee was up.

“edddiee,” you whined, poking his foot to get his attention as you shifted up the bed to plant yourself next to him on your side. your hand propped your head up, tricep laying across his scratchy sheets and brushing against his shoulder. “just give her a shot!”

“it’s so.. soft.”

“yeah, babe. that’s kind of the point.”

“but-“

you shushed him, lightly smacking his chest with your fingertips.

eddie huffed. he was pouting. his cheek fell to the mattress in your direction, his pretty face drenched in gold. he had his crazy hair pulled back in a lazy ponytail with one of your scrunchies you had left at his place, which he immediately stole.

“i just don’t get why you like this stuff!” eddie exclaimed, his fingers catching hold of the fabric of your skirt at his hip.

“it’s pretty!” you argued. “it feels like.. sticking your head out on a drive and feeling all the wind. or.. how an amethyst looks- speaking of which, you should really put some of that in here, it’s ge-“

eddie quickly finished your sentence, “really dark and scary, i know sweetheart.” he flipped over to his side, rolling closer to you.

“maybe it wouldn’t be so scary if you,” eddie emphasized by pouncing on your waist with a playful roughness, fingers tickling your sides, “weren’t in here, little demon!”

you squealed, knees flying up to your stomach as you giggled and tried to rip away his hands. his cold rings pressed into your skin gently and his dull nails grazed against you as he tickled you, loud snicker trickling into your ears.

“eddie! eddie, okay, okay!” you exasperated through laughs, feeling his hands go limp so you could pull them away.

he had a wicked smile on his face, long dimples in his cheeks waving hello as his eyes squinted a tad.

“ah, you surrender! i’ve captured the princess!” he exclaimed with a dramatized fairytale accent as he planted his hands on either side of your face, carefully lowering himself onto his forearms. he had a tendency to fall into dnd mode, but you didn’t mind. it was fun. he was fun.

“no! i never said i surrender! it’s a truce, eddie. and i’m not a princess, you should know that!” you joked, reaching up to bop him on the nose. he scrunched his face up, shaking his head off like a dog after a bath. he looked so adorable, with the little glint in his eyes and mischief written over his cheeks.

“ohh, right. totally forgot. more of a witch-fairy-gnome thing.”

you scoffed playfully and punched his chest with a featherlight touch.

“sure. witch-fairy-gnome thing,” you agreed, reluctantly of course, rolling your eyes with a grin. “so what does that make you?”

he widened his eyes theatrically, dropping his jaw to gasp. “oh, little old me!” eddie croaked with an ostentatious quirk in his voice, where it got all high pitched and medieval. “i am just the gracious peasant whom saved the beauty from the horrors of pop music!”

you giggled through open teeth, wrapping your arms around his neck loosely, eddie leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek.

“stevie is not pop music!” you argued optimistically. he swung his leg to the other side of you so he was fully hovering on top of your figure, legs tangling with each other. “listen, ‘takes to the sky like a bird in flight, and who will be her lover?’ you think cyndi lauper wrote that?”

he must’ve got bored, or his arms got tired in that position, so he fell to your side on his back. you took the perfect opportunity to hoist yourself up on his stomach, perched up there and slouching down until your chest hit his.

“sure, baby. whatever you say,” he sighed, acting the role of some some tired old retiree. he grabbed the end of his thin comforter, pulling it up to rest over your hips. you snuggled into the crook of his neck, placing a palm on his chest, humming.

“just listen to it, eds. hush.”

he wrapped his arms around your waist, barring you into the warmth of his body. his thumbs rubbed small circles into your spine. he fell into silence, and you two just laid there on his bed. stevie nicks and lindsey buckingham took turns singing into the room, the sounds of acoustic guitar and banjo vibrating into both of your blood. it pumped into his heart at a steady pace, matching to the tempo of the music. you listened to it, cherished it, let your eyes close and left the strands of curly hair itching the back of your neck. after a while, you felt one of his thumbs tap steadily against your skin, intently following the drums in the song playing. it forced a smile from you.

eddie took one of his hands from your waist, gently picking up your palm to kiss the amethyst ring on your middle finger tenderly. he pressed another kiss to your palm before splaying it over his collarbone.

“s’ a full moon tonight, eddie.”

“yeah?”

“yeah,” you said.

“what’s that mean?”

you reached up, left a lazy kiss to his jaw. “the moons in aquarius, so.. it’s full of life. gratitude. trusting the universe to bring you good.”

“hm,” he hummed, running his fingertips over the line of your bicep.

you could always tell when eddie enjoyed a song. his head bobbed, eyebrows twitched to the guitar like it was singing through him, his toes would tap. you found that he particularly reacted positively to rhiannon, a song about a free, careless woman who flew into the sweet night and the potential love she offered. it reminded him of someone.

someone who loved him, who let her hair blow in the wind and bugs to crawl over her legs when they got curious. who had a smile that could get her her own sitcom, but she wouldn’t take it because it would lock her down too much. prevent her from dancing in the flowers and hold crystals to her chest nightly. the woman who took his hand and pulled the both of them into lover’s lake on a cold night, laughing and pushing her hair back. the woman who kissed his cheek and clapped giddily when eddie finished his new campaign pitch to her.

he replayed the song once it skipped to the next, insisting that, “no, it just.. last play was weird, i wanna try it again.”

you grinned. by the second chorus, your legs were getting too antsy. they were too still, too dormant. you had too much buzz in you. so you jumped up onto your knees suddenly, clumsily leaning over eddie below you. he raised an eyebrow slightly, hands falling from your waist from the new increase in distance. you chewed your bottom lip, the corners of your lips twitching upwards. you suddenly scrambled off of his bed, leaving eddie to slowly sit up, very confused.

“dance with me.”

“what?”

you sighed, reaching down to his bed to grab his forearms and forcefully pull him up to his feet with a goofy, wide smile.

“(y/n)-“

“come onn,” you whined as he struggled to balance onto his feet. you helped him by placing his hands on your sides, which betrayed you in the end when he pulled your balance away from you so he could find his.

you eventually found your footing, standing chest to chest on the raggedy carpet. he shot you a very unimpressed, grumpy look with his lips pursed but slightly parted in the middle, big brown eyes narrowed at you.

"i don't dance! i'm like.. a dry noodle or somethin'.." eddie argued, pushing your wrists away from him with faux resentment.

"ohh, you liar!" you exclaimed, your grin growing across your face. it made him smile.

"i'm not lying!"

"you are totally lying. what about slayer, huh?" you giggled.

eddie let out a loud gasp, faking offense with his palm thrown across his heart, twisting his body away from you slightly. "that is not even comparable, you witch!"

"that's what the song's about. just hush and dance with me?" you pleaded, giving him the biggest doe eyes you could, puffing your bottom lip out far more than necessary and fluttering your eyelashes. he couldn't say no.

eddie rolled his eyes around, circling his head for effect. his hand fell to his side for you to gently grab, smiling victoriously. you lifted them both up, hoisting his arms over to drape over your shoulders. you shuffled closer to him, to where his forearms hung over you, hands falling limp at the end of his long arms. you hooked your arms around his waist, pulling him flush against you and locking your hands together at his back.

"you're leading this very romantic and put-together dance?" eddie interrogated, admitting defeat by letting you pull and position him in whatever way you wanted.

you mumbled a 'yup!' and pecked his lips. the mumble quickly turned into humming to rhiannon, matching stevie nick's tune as your thumbs matched the beat against eddie's back. you swayed yourself back and forth, by extension, eddie was unwillingly rocking with you.

and then eddie smiled. he watched you intently, lips curling into a closed grin. all he could feel was love and adoration. you looked like a fucking forest fairy goddess, singing in your bra and a long patterned skirt you probably got from a thrift store. he could feel your crystal rings pressing into his shirt, and it was a feeling he could keep forever. that crystal hung around your neck must have been doing something, because you had him under some sort of spell. and when you glanced into his eyes, every single time, there was just one word flashing over and over again in them.

he took a deep inhale, letting it escape slowly and loudly. and in that, he let all of his anxieties escape him. there was no elvish language he had to draft, no basketball player to worry about randomly beating him to a pulp. he could just be for a minute or two. be free like you, bathing in the soft glow of the sunset and the aura of crystals and the scent of burnt incense. it was just.. relief. relief that he could find someone that was immune to the horrors of the world, that stayed.. well, you. he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, pressing his palm against your scalp to press your cheek into his chest.

the song described you beautifully, in words that james hetfield could never find. taken by the sky, but dark and mysterious. but he knew, deep in his totally dark and metal heart, he had won. you promised him heaven and completely delivered it.

and so you stood there, swaying back and forth in the same spot for the rest of rhiannon. you heard him beginning to hum to the bridge, and he felt your teeth exposing themselves in a grin buried in his shirt. he stroked the back of your hair with the slow tempo of the song, sometimes scratching your neck. in return, you scratched up and down his back, slow and gentle and in no hurry. you both stayed that way for never going back again, and then gold dust woman, and then world turning. all of it.

"what crystal is that, baby?" eddie suddenly asked in the middle of the last song, moving his hand to gently grasp at the little stone hung around your neck with wire and a black cord.

you hummed. "black amethyst."

"..woah."

he lifted it up from your chest, examining it closely, even subtly moving you into the light to look at it.

"harmony, clears negativity.. balance," you lazily explained, closing your eyes lightly as he looked at it.

"it's cool. really cool."

you lifted up from his chest. "you want it?"

eddie took a second, pondering, making sure you weren't joking. and then he nodded rapidly, very urgently. you gave him the biggest smile and his heart warmed, flew to the sky a little bit.

you released him from your hold, just to reach up and unclasp your necklace at the back. you held it in front of him, and it was like you were hypnotizing him. he stared at the little black-purple rock, illuminated by the dim lights of his room and the leaving sunlight from outside. it sparkled slightly when he looked at it, and you sparkled when he looked at you. you reached around his neck with either side of the cord necklace and clasped it on the closest one you could find.

"dude.." eddie said, nodding and lifting up the crystal from his own chest to look at it. "metal."

you giggled, leaning in to press a big kiss against his cheek, holding his face in your other palm to press him to your lips further.

"soo... stevie nicks?" you asked, expecting your confirmation win in determining that fleetwood mac was good. great, even. and with you listening to it, in his arms, humming and singing and talking about whatever you wanted, fleetwood mac was way more than great. he decided he would probably end up falling asleep to it every night.

eddie laughed, returned to his position hugging you around your neck, kissing your lips just to be sure.

"stevie nicks is metal."

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Eddie would one hundred percent love when you wear dresses because he has such a BIG thigh kink and a high Eddie is a touchy Eddie.

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Eddie Munson × fem reader

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This was going to be a gender neutral reader thing but I couldn't find a way to make it for both so if anyone has any way I could have I'll remake one for the male audience.

I can see it now you're twisted up in Eddie's bed too hot to do much moving. He lays his head right in the middle of your lap while he's smoking a joint gently rubbing your thighs every now and then. When he finishes off his joint he finds himself moving your dress up your thighs as he kisses the inside of them. He teasingly bites them every now and then to see you squirm in your spot letting out gentle whines. He can't get enough of how nice and soft your thighs are kissing from your knee to your inner thigh his head now under the dress and kissing over the fabric of your underwear. He squeezes your thighs so hard his rings are leaving marks. You're begging him to touch you as your hands catch in his hair gently tugging at the roots as he continues to ever so lightly pepper kisses on your clothed cunt.