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You are who you choose to be; Eddie Munson x reader

Well this is probably the first update of the new year idk but this idea's been buzzing around my head over the weekend and it took me just a couple of days to write it all down. Now awhile back someone mentioned a SKY HIGH AU! With Eddie Munson, now that got me thinking 'hell yeah I loved Sky High growing up and yeah I love the idea of him potentially being like Warren Peace with fire but then again, what if I took it another direction, and made him a waterbender/bloodbender'?

I won't give too much away you'll just have to read on to find out but here you guys go. Now some warnings since this is a MA style of super hero fics.

Warnings: swearing, bad parenting, kidnapping, mentions of r*pe (not on reader or any of the main cast of characters but it is mentioned so just heads up), some angst, and a bit of fluff.

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@gay-and-ready-to-cry

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@queen-paladin

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Lunchtime at Hawkins Academy was always a hustle and bustle. Everyone in a rush to grab the first chocolate pudding cup or be the first in line to get their lunch and meet their friends. But when those students all have some type of super-power, you know there’s bound to be trouble.

Thankfully I managed to get my lunch just before the first wave of students got there (minus those with super speed or teleportation) and I was the first person to reserve our table. As more students came piling into the cafeteria I soon spotted the first group of my circle of friends. I waved them over and soon they came over.

“Hey (n/n) surprised to see you here first.” Said Robin.

“Hey when it’s double stuffed crust pizza day I’ve gotta be first. Or at least be after the speedsters and teleporters.” I told her.

“I hear yah, although I don’t understand how you can stomach all of that grease.” Said Vicki.

“I told you not to eat the double stuffed crust at Giovanni’s. You eat that bad pizza and it scars you from pizza forever.” I reprimanded her.

“I just don’t see how either of you can stomach dairy products or anything meat wise. Don’t you know that I’ve been half of those animals?” Robin lectured us.

“Yes Robin we know.” Who would’ve thought that being an animal shapeshifter would turn a person into a hardcore vegetarian. Even though Robin’s got this laid-back, snarky, sassy attitude, she can be pretty hardcore when it comes to vegetarian products needing to be enforced. Hell I remember last year how she and Steve nearly tore their friendship apart from their Meat vs. Veggies menu planner for the school lunches.

“I swear if I have to hear coach Boomer scream at me one more time, I’m not only gonna need some hearing aids by the time I graduate, but a titanium skeleton.” Steve said as he and Nancy soon came walking side by side.

“The coach on your case again, Harrington?” asked Robin as they sat down. Steve to Robin’s left while Nancy sat beside me.

“More than that. Think his last sonic boom he gave me made me throw my shoulder out. Probably gotta skip my next class just to go see the nurse.” He said rubbing his shoulder.

“So Nance, how’s your brother and his friends coming along so far?” I asked her.

“I’m told Mike, Dustin and Will got put into Hero Support while Lucas and Max were placed in the Hero class.”

“Damn, see this is why I hate the Hero vs Hero Support system of High school. Those boys have been together since preschool. And Max really got in with the guys when she joined them back when they were in 7th grade.” I said waving my spoon around before dipping it into my pudding cup and taking a big chunk of pudding into my mouth.

“Mike and Dustin don’t seem to really mind it. After all Mike still hasn’t really gotten his powers yet.”

“Still?” I asked incredulously and Nancy nodded.

“And I’ve tried working with Dustin’s powers but the glowing thing it-it—I’m sorry but it’s not a power. No matter how many times he says it is.” Steve said.

“Do you think we should offer them a place to sit here? At least for today?” I suggested.

“I wouldn’t worry about it. Seems your boy’s already heard the news and has offered a few spots at his round table.” Robin teased as she gestured behind us. A few tables over was what everyone deemed ‘The Mizfitz table’. A table where hero or sidekick could sit equally without the forced conformity being placed over them.

Running the table was one of the more infamous students known to Hawkin’s Academy, Eddie Munson. On the outside he may look mean and scary with his many tribal tattoos, his wild, unruly mane that he calls hair, or the many rings he sports on his fingers. But he’s one of the most powerful Water-benders this school has ever known.

I had seen for myself how when he was first placed in the Hero class, he actually managed to pull water from the air as well as from the plants that had been made by another student to create a water cloak (basically creating a barrier made of numerous tentacle-like arms). However it wasn’t his Waterbending skills that got people talking, but his heritage.

You see while most of the students here are either the sons and daughters of either two heroes, or one hero and civilian, Eddie Munson was the child of both a hero and a villain. His mother, before her passing in childbirth (or so I’m told), was known as Lunar Eclipse with the power to use the light of the Moon to push and pull the tides and bend water to her will. His father, however, that’s what marred Eddie Munson as a villain to everyone in Hawkins, and not just here in school.

His father’s name was Alan Munson aka The Puppetmaster. A man with the ability to control the water in another person’s body, enforcing his own will over theirs. He ran the town’s deep underground criminal ring and got away with nearly every trail until the one that my Father actually worked on. Thanks to him and his two partners, they were able to put Alan Munson away quadruple life sentences.

But even though it was my father’s ‘daytime job’ that put him away, the times I’ve interacted with Eddie were never hostile. In fact he seemed glad to be rid of his father. His uncle (who never got his powers) ended up raising Eddie after his father had been sent to jail. And Eddie has said that he’s never felt more happier than he’s been since being raised by his uncle.

And I also won’t deny that for the past few years I’ve been secretly harboring a crush on the ‘bad boy’ of Hawkin’s Academy.

“Really (Y/n)? I can’t understand why you’re falling for someone like him?” Steve asked as he ate his banana.

“Oh leave her alone Steve!” Robin shoved him. “Let our little (Y/n) fawn for her blood-bending bad boy.”

“He doesn’t blood-bend! He hates it when people assume he does!” I snapped at her. Everyone looked at me wide-eyed as I sat back down and felt my face burning up.

“Boy you’ve got it bad.” Nancy told me.

“Shut up! I just hate it when people judge him based on his bloodline. I mean hell Steve, just because you’re the son of The Commander and Jetstream didn’t mean that at first you were the humble idiot you are today.”

“Hey!”

“She is right. You were a douchebag back in the day before the whole Vecna thing happened our 3rd year.” Robin said.

“Yeah, and even when we were dating at the time all you talked about was yourself or which freshman you were going to give the first swirly to.” Nancy chimed up.

“Alright, alright yeesh. I know I was a real asshole back then. No need to rub it in.” Steve said as he went back to his banana.

“If you like him so much, why don’t you ask him out?” asked Vicki.

“I—I don’t think he’d ever want to go on a date with me.” I said fiddling with my pudding.

“Is it because of your dad putting his dad away?”

“Actually no, they talk pretty much anytime they cross each other. All on friendly terms, perhaps a bit too friendly.” Nancy teased as she poked me in the ribs to which I let out a squeak and punched her in the arm. She rubbed her arm and I said to Vicki.

“What I mean is, I don’t think I’m his type. I mean he actually has powers, I’m just a girl who can do acrobatic skills.”

“(Y/n), you’re the daughter of Daredevil—” Robin spoke but I interrupted her.

“Adopted daughter.”

“Details. My point is, Eddie is like the King of non-conformist. If he didn’t want to date you because of your lack of powers, then he’s a hypocrite. And that’s about the worst type of villain you can ask for. Well except for corporate, misogynistic pricks that try to force women who they should love or what they eat.” Vicki took her hand and gently squeezed it. Robin took a deep breath and rested her head onto Vicki’s shoulder and the two cuddled close to each other.

“Just think, that could be you and Eddie if you grow a pair and talk to him.” Said Nancy. I turned over towards the Mizfitz table and saw as Eddie was being his usual animated self and the guys all around him were laughing at whatever story he was spinning.

“How can he also be so adorable just by getting animated when telling a story?” Nancy and Vicki giggled at my statement while Robin and Steve rolled their eyes muttering lowly.

“Oh please.” I kept my eyes on Eddie and I swore for a brief moment I saw him look straight back at me and give me a wink to which I blushed and gave him a small wave.

By the end of the day it was now my last class and one of the other classes I shared with Eddie, Heroism Athletics. Today’s practice was the traditional ‘Save the Citizen’ where two people could either be Heroes or Villains and the heroes only had 2 minutes to stop their villains and save the citizen before they were killed.

So far the reigning Kings for the past three years were the Heroes Tommy Hagan and Billy Hargrove, however if you ask me those boys are far from what you would call ‘Heroes’. Steve used to hang with Tommy back in the day and Tommy practically poisoned Steve’s mind with arrogance and ego. But when Billy came along and knocked Steve as the ‘King of Hawkins Academy’, Tommy ditched Steve and teamed up with Billy.

And when it came to ‘Save the citizen’ those two did everything in the book to cheat. Even when someone would call out to Coach Boomer about an illegal move, he’s merely brush it aside unless the attack was directed towards him. Like before, Tommy and Billy were slaughtering the villains that were Mako and Bolin.

“Those brothers really do know how to bend Earth and Fire together.” Eddie’s voice soon came up beside me. I jumped at the sudden voice to which Eddie raised his hands in surrender, “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No, no it’s-it’s okay. Yeah I was just lost in the match.”

“I get it. Now I’ve seen those brothers bounce back at the last second, hopefully they’ll knock those douchebags down a peg or three.”

“Yeah. God knows they deserve it. It’s not every day you see a horse with two rear-ends.” Eddie gawked and let out a laugh.

“Damn you’re brutal. Remind me to never get on your bad side.” We then watched as the brothers had been defeated and the citizen had been saved. Tommy slamming the mannequin down to the floor like she was a football and chest bumping with Billy as the students all cheered. I turned to see Mako help his little brother stand up and the two hobbled away. “Looks like a healing session is in order for Bolin before Hellfire tonight.”

“Hellfire? Is that your band name or something?”

“Actually yes it is. Since Jeff and Gareth moved out of the state, turns out Bolin plays a wicked drum solo and Mako’s not half bad on bass. We’ve got a gig coming up this Saturday. You should come see us.”

“Really? You’re inviting me?”

“Of course. I mean it’s not the Garden but gotta start somewhere right? Plus we do get a crowd. Of about five—drunks. At least with you you’d be sober.” I laughed as Coach Boomer announced.

“Alright, one last round before we clock out. Hargrove, Hagan, Heroes of Villains?”

“Heroes!” proclaimed Tommy.

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” the coach muttered before saying in his normal loud tone, “Alright choose your villains.” The two of them looked at each other before announcing.

“Munson and (L/n).” My eyes widened as I turned to Eddie while Coach Boomer proclaimed.

“Alright, Munson, (L/n). Gear up!” Eddie and I stood up and we walked down towards the arena and put on the padding that was required for ‘Save the citizen’. Once we came out onto the arena, we saw as the two of them smirked maliciously at us.

“Let me handle Hargrove, Hagan is all yours.” Eddie told me. I turned to him and asked.

“You sure?” I remember how last year when Eddie and Billy fought against each other for a Hero vs. Villian exam, Billy nearly put Eddie into a coma. He nodded and told me.

“Trust me, you don’t wanna go against Hargrove.” He rubbed his shoulder from when I had actually heard Billy break the bone that held his left shoulder in place. “Plus, Tommy won’t expect what else you’ve been working on.” I softly grinned and we both turned to our Heroes as we stood side by side in first fighter’s stance.

“BEGIN!!” The clock began the countdown and the four of us charged at each other. Billy flew in the air and immediately fired his laser eyes towards Eddie but Eddie created water tentacles around his arms and quickly sprung out of the way leaving Tommy and I to meet each other head on.

Tommy Hagan was a weapons specialist. Like any good back-stabbing son of a bitch, he always seemed to have any type of small sharp weapons hidden within his person. Be it arrows, shurikens, small daggers and knives, and even flying ninja stars, Tommy is a force to be reckoned with, but when it comes to speed he’s not so good.

As he fired a few arrows toward me, I cartwheeled out of the way before doing a summersault and took out my dad’s old billy-clubs he had given to me on my 1st year here at school. A little bit of extra protection he called it, plus it was like having the infamous ‘Man without fear’ being there at my side. When he shot out five kunais in my direction, I used the billy clubs to block and redirect them before charging at him again but he shot out several more arrows in my direction.

Using the wall to my advantage, I leapt up and ran across and over it dodging any arrow that came my way before finally flipping gracefully right behind Tommy and finally got to use my secret move I had discovered at the end of last year.

Holding my hand in a snake-like position, I used my thumb, index and tall finger to jab Tommy right at the center of his shoulder which made his right arm go limp. Then using my proximal interphalangeal joint of both my hands, I jab them into the center of his lower back, shoulder blades and the section where his neck met his spine.

Tommy let out a pained grunt with each jab until he collapsed to the ground and snarled up at me.

“You’ll pay for that you bitch!”

“Consider that payback for what you did to Mako and Bolin earlier.” We then heard a loud boom and I saw as Billy had Eddie pinned to the floor of the gym, his hands squeezing his throat about to choke Eddie out. Eddie struggled to free himself but Billy’s enhanced strength was too much for him to handle on his own.

“You know the one way to stop me Munson, show them who you really are.” He sneered. As Eddie’s choked out gasps filled the stadium I quickly threw my billy-club which made a direct hit to Billy’s head and even made him bleed. He released Eddie as Eddie let out a series of hard coughs. Billy raised his hand to his head and once he saw the blood, his eyes glowed red at me. “You shouldn’t have done that, Princess.”

He then fired his laser eyes toward me but I summersaulted out of the way before racing up the walls once again. His laser beamed eyes trailed close behind me until I had no choice but to jump off and stand on top of one of the higher platforms in the arena. Billy flew up towards me and flew right through the platform obliterating it and sending me falling 9ft towards the ground. But with my billy-clubs I was able to shoot one of the clubs towards the railing and swing down to the ground.

Billy landed with a large thud creating a crater beneath him and he cracked his neck. He then roared as he charged at me but I flipped over him. Blinded by his rage, I used it to my advantage and toyed with him until I saw my shot and repeatedly stabbed my PIJ’s up his back until he collapsed to the ground.

“I’ve seen the hardcore vigilantes be better heroes than you, Hargrove.” Suddenly I felt myself going towards the wall and saw myself being pinned by the ends of my uniform by three shurikens. Tommy stood just a few feet in front of my and summoned out three more shurikens to sit between his fingers.

“I told you, you’d pay for that little trick.” He then threw his other arm outward and soon about a dozen arrows were heading my way. That’s when an ice wall appeared before me and blocked the arrows just before they could skewer me like a shish kabob. I looked to see Eddie had gotten back on his feet then he used the ice wall to create ice daggers and one by one fire them at Tommy allowing me time to pull the shuriken’s off my uniform and duck out of the way.

I took notice of the clock counting down and it seems to me that these two are pulling the same move as they did for Mako and Bolin. Trying to tire us out to they can finish us off at the final second then save the citizen. But what if we turned their tactic against them? I raced towards the citizen but was stopped by Billy’s powerful fire blast creating a firewall between me and the Citizen dangling closer and closer to the razor pit.

“You’re not going anywhere.” He snarled at me.

“I have no need, I’m just getting started. Or are you feeling a bit winded, coming from you I wouldn’t be surprised. And I thought you’d be better than your old man.” The one thing Billy Hargrove hated more than anything in this world was when someone made him feel inferior to his father. Billy let out a roar and fired two blue fire blasts from his hands to which Eddie surrounded us in an ice barrier.

“You’re really trying to push his buttons aren’t you?”

“Don’t you see, they’re trying to get us to tire out just so they can finish it all at the last second.”

“Like what they did to Mako and Bolin?” I nodded.

“Get us closer to the civilian, I’ve got an idea.” Eddie nodded then made us an escape route and allowed the water and Billy’s fire to create a large and powerful mist of fog. So thick that hardly anyone could see the front of their noses.

And thanks to dad’s training, I was able to help guide Eddie through the fog with ease. We got closer to the civilian’s imprisonment, I had Eddie create an ice platform right in front of the civilian’s chain then I told him to disband the fog. With a wave of his arms, the fog quickly diminished around us and Tommy cried out.

“THERE THEY ARE!!” Both he and Billy fired their attacks but we quickly got out of the way and Tommy’s arrows pieced the civilian mannequin while Billy’s fire broke the chain and sent the civilian down to their untimely death. Coach Boomer blew his whistle and proclaimed.

“Hargrove! Hagan! You two have not only failed to stop your villains but also skewered your civilian. You both FAAAIIILLLLLED!!” he sent his sonic boom sent them both flying across the gym. “The winners our first set of villains since 1986, Edward Munson and (Y/n) Murdock!” the class cheered as Eddie gave me a gentle nudge and we waved to the others.

At the end of the day my friends and I all gathered at my house for a celebration. Everyone including Eddie and the Mizfitz were all talking about mine and Eddie’s big win against Billy and Tommy.

“I seriously cannot believe you managed to knock my step-brother off his ass and finally put him in his place. I would’ve paid big money to have seen that.” Said Max as she reached over and ate some skittles.

“You guys really should’ve seen it. Her new ability is too cool that even Vecna himself would be petrified of.” Eddie praised.

“Eddie you’re too much. Besides it only works half the time. They still were somehow able to get up and use their powers again after a while. The first time I used it on some would-be robbers they could barely move.”

“You just need to keep working on it, after all you used it on normal humans. Not supers.” Robin told me.

“Yeah, yeah and the anatomy between the two is different, gotta find the right pressure points, blah, blah, blah.” I then heard the door open and the sound of a cane clanking along the wooden floors signaled to me that dad was home.

“Well this is a surprise. I come home after a long, hard-day’s work and find my daughter throwing a party without her old man’s permission.” The gang all turned to face my father but from the grin across his face, we knew he was just playing around.

“You’re hilarious.” I said sarcastically.

“If you think that, you should’ve seen me and your uncle Foggy in our college days. I was a riot.”

“Evening Mr. Murdock.” My friends all chorused out with a wave.

“Evening children. I take it from everyone being here in our small apartment that something big must’ve happened at school today.” He said as he took off his jacket and hung it over the coat-rack as well as placed his suitcase down beside it.

“You bet. Eddie and (Y/n) took victory at ‘Save the Citizen’!” exclaimed Dustin.

“Really? Last I heard of any new champions was when Hargrove and that kid Tommy became the champs. I take it you two were the villains in the scenario?”

“Yep. Not pissed about it are yah?” I asked with a hint of nervousness.

“You’d be surprised to know that I’ve played both Hero and Villain at Save the citizen in my time at school.” Dad said as he began to prep himself a sandwich. “Oh by the way Robin, about that meeting you had planned to take with our PA Karen, she’s unfortunately going to have to reschedule. A case has suddenly come up and she’s needed out of state for this matter.”

“Damnit! Now where am I going to find a PA to interview in two weeks?”

“I told you yah should’ve tried to interview her as early as possible.” I lectured in a sing-song tone before taking a bite out of a salsa-dipped chip.

“Isn’t there another PA, oh what’s her name uhh—” Steve snapped his fingers trying to remember the name.

“I believe you’re referring to Jessica Jones?” my dad piped in.

“That’s the one! What about her?”

“Steve, if you don’t know Jessica Jones, you’ll know she’s not the easiest person to talk to. The woman is so hardcore, not even the cruelest Russian forms of torture could break her.” Said Lucas.

“Jessica Jones has a past and certain things happened to her that is her right to not speak about to others.” My dad stated using his ‘lawyer tone’. “However Jones does owe me a favor, perhaps I could cash in that favor for you.”

“Seriously? Oh my god Mr. Murdock thank you! You’re amazing!”

“However I would take my daughter’s advice. Don’t hold things off till the last minute.” Suddenly the TV that we had on as background noise stopped playing the current show that was on and brought up the News Bulletin.

“We interrupt this program to bring you this urgent announcement. Earlier today, Former Crime Under-lord and infamous villain The Puppetmaster Alan Munson has escaped from his prison hold. 13 years ago Alan Munson was sentenced to four consecutive life sentences, possibility of parole after his third sentence. He was known as the Puppetmaster due to a rare ability known only to the Waterbenders known as blood-bending. Which may have been the aid he needed to escape his prison cell.”

As we all tuned out the news reporter, our attention turned to Eddie who looked unreadable but deep down I knew he was a mixture of emotions.

“Authorities have issued an urgent curfew until for the time being. No one is allowed out after sunset and must not be near any large bodies of water. Absolutely no one is to leave their homes after dark for this week a full moon arises, which is the only time Bloodbending can happen. If anyone has any news in regards to Alan Munson’s whereabouts, don’t hesitate to contact the local authorities.”

Yeah that wouldn’t really matter much anyway. While it is true that Bloodbending could only happen during a full moon, Eddie’s father was one of those rare diamonds in the rough that could actually bloodbend without the need of a full moon. That’s why he’s so dangerous and why everyone gives Eddie a hard time. People at the school believe he has his father’s unique ability as well and try to egg him on to use it just so they can ‘prove a point’ (whatever the hell that means).

“I think it’s time you kids started heading home.” My dad spoke in his ‘Daredevil’ voice. The guys all began packing their stuff and bid me goodbye, all except for Eddie who just remained still as a statue.

“Eddie?” I asked cautiously. Slowly I walked over to him and slowly reached out and touched his hand. He flinched back and looked at me, his eyes a mixture of rage and fear and he immediately said.

“I—I gotta go.” Without another word, he grabbed his stuff and raced out of the apartment. I turned to my dad and he looked in my general direction.

“Things are already hard on him as it is at school. Now that word’s gotten out about his dad escaping, people will really be on his ass now. What do I do daddy?” Dad sighed deeply and came over to me.

“Treat him as you always have. You and your friends are all he really has outside of his uncle.” I looked down solemnly but I felt my dad’s hand on my shoulder gently squeezing it comfortingly, “But if I’m honest, I think all he’ll really need is you.”

“Did you have to go and listen to his heart?” I asked accusingly.

“Not really, even a blind man can see just how in love you both are for one another.” I groaned as he softly chuckled. “I’m gonna be out late tonight, don’t wait up on me.”

“Do you have to?” I asked worriedly.

“The city’s gonna be in mass panic, especially for the non-supers in this city. All heroes and vigilantes are required to make finding The Puppetmaster their first priority.” I nodded solemnly.

“Just be careful. I know you’re one of the rare heroes that keeps both identities of Daredevil and Matt Murdock separate to your enemies, but I don’t wish to be an orphan a second time.” Dad took my hand and placed it on his chest, I could feel the steady beat of his heart as he said to me.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to come back to you.” This was a common thing between us ever since he adopted me and I found out about his ‘other job’. Most heroes tend to lie and say they are invisible and will come back no matter what.

However my dad isn’t like most heroes. He can’t fly, he doesn’t have super healing abilities, or super strength, not even control over the elements. All he is is a guy with enhanced senses that enables him to see the world even though all he sees is a ‘World on fire’. He’s been trained in almost every style of martial arts but it took him decades of training and he didn’t get it right away like most heroes would.

And growing up with a dad who always burdened himself with ‘protecting the city he loves’ it put a strain on us for a while. Until one day I got the courage to express to him my concerns and he didn’t reprimand me nor did I him. I just wanted him to know that I was scared that I was going to one day get the news of Daredevil found dead in dumpster and that once again I’ll be alone without a family.

So this was our vow. Since he taught me that there’s a spike in people’s hearts when they lie, whenever it came to uncertainty missions that required his attention, he’d place my hand over his heart as he’d speak that very phrase. And every time he said it, there was never a spike in his heart.

I hugged him as hard as I could burying my face into his chest. He rubbed my back and rocked me softly.

“I love you so much sweetheart.”

“I love you too daddy.” He kissed the crown of my head before finally separating from me and went over to his old wardrobe where his suit was kept. In an old trunk that once belonged to his dad who was a well-known boxer back in the day.

I was currently in my room having just finished the rest of my homework when I heard a soft knock at my door and there my dad stood in his full Daredevil suit. The red devil eyes from his mask had been known to send fear up even the darkest of criminals spines. His billy clubs rested in a holster at side of his left thigh.

“Be careful, Daredevil.” He gave me a nod and said.

“Lights out by ten, and make sure to brush your teeth.” I softly laughed.

“If only people could hear the infamous ‘Man without fear’ tell his adopted daughter to make sure she did her teeth and got to bed on time.” I couldn’t help but tease.

“Probably would make them even more afraid of me.” He teased back.

“Child labor at its finest.” I teased again as dad softly scoffed. He then used the fire escape and in his Daredevil fashion, he disappeared into the night and acrobatically scaled down the building before going on the hunt for the Puppetmaster. “Love you dad.” And so I was left to man down the fort until it was bedtime.

The next few days, as I had predicted, were chaotic at school. Due to the Heroes still not being able to find Eddie’s father, all after school activities were cancelled until further notice. Which meant not Starlight Flying, no track meets, not even gymnastics (which I’ll admit I am bummed about but I get why they’re doing it). And every student has had it out for Eddie.

Just the other day after the Big Championship game had to be cancelled between our rivalry school, Eddie got beans, mashed potatoes and chocolate pudding dumped on him by Jason and his lackies. Before he could even start something, I held him back and told him they weren’t worth it. They were trying to rile him up and get him to prove to them that he’s the monster they think he is.

And now all day today he’s been up on the rooftop gardens were Lily and the other earth-benders have their club meetings. Creating new plants and practicing their Earthbending. I found Dustin, Mike, Will and Lucas sitting outside their normal D&D room and asked them.

“Is Eddie still on the roof?”

“Gareth and Jeff just told us he’s refusing to ever come down. He didn’t even go home last night to his uncle.” Dustin told me. I looked up at the ceiling worriedly before sighing.

“You guys get on the next bus, I’ll talk to him.”

“You sure?” asked Mike.

“Yeah. Besides Nancy told me you three have a big midterm coming up so I suggest you study. First semester Midterms are no joke, especially to first years. No matter if you’re in Heroes class or Hero Support.”

“Good luck (Y/n).” Will said as they walked off to the bus ramp to get back down to the ground (yeah the academy is actually levitated high up in the sky). I went up the stair way that lead up to the gardens and there I saw Eddie bending the water within some vines, making them shift and move around the columns they were wrapped around.

“Do you have room for one more?” Eddie jumped and turned towards me but when he saw it was me, he calmed down and said.

“Knock yourself out.” I came over to him and sat down beside him on the bench he was sitting on. He continued his bending until he just stopped and was deep in his head again. I reached out and touched his hands, softly fingering around his rings and said.

“What’s going on up there Eddie?”

“My mother’s name doesn’t even matter. All anyone can see me is my old man’s son. The son of the infamous Puppetmaster. Believe me if I had the power to choose, I would’ve had my old man be a normal human who just ran out on me. But nope, I got the shortest end of the stick and no matter what I do, nothing I say or do is ever gonna change that!” his voice raised in anger as he paced while he ranted. “I don’t……Sometimes I just wish I had died alongside my mother. Or better yet never have been born. She should’ve gotten rid of me when she had the chance.”

“Stop! Don’t ever say that!” I snapped as I stood up.

“Oh c’mon (Y/n) we both know that it’s true! My mother was assaulted by him, I am a product of a rape. Who could ever love someone like that?” a single tear secretly fell down his face as he seethed that self-hatred line. “But since I’m too much of a coward to kill myself, I start to think fuck it. Why not just go down the path of a villain? Everyone else has decided that for me already.”

“Even though you have the power to go down that road, you’ll never take that step.”

“How do you know that?!”

“Because I know the real Eddie Munson. The boy who takes in the sidekicks who think they’re not worthy being in this school. The boy who spends his time feeding the stray cats at his trailer park, and not just them but the dogs you free from the underground dogfights. The boy who reads fantasy books and comes up with the wildest campaigns for his friends. That is the Eddie Munson I know.” And that’s the boy who I’ve always loved and will always love.

“What did you just say?” he suddenly asked.

“Do you really need me to repeat that whole rant I just did?”

“Just the last part.”

“That that’s the Eddie Munson I know.”

“After that.” After that? What’s he talking about?

“That you save dogs from underground dogfights.”

“No you said that in the middle after the stray cat feeding at my trailer park. I meant the very last thing you said.” The last thing I—oh god. Oooooh no…..please don’t tell me I actually verbally—oh shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Fuck! Fucking hell no! Please god don’t tell me that didn’t stay in a though bubble!

My thoughts were broken by Eddie cupping the side of my face, my eyes staring deeply into his chocolate brown ones.

“What did you say sweetheart?” I swallowed hardly as my heart began to skyrocket out of my chest and I choked out.

“I—I-I……” Eddie chuckled and said.

“You always were cute whenever you got flustered like this.”

“Are-are you making fun of me?”

“Not at all.” He brushed the strands of hair out of my eyes before slowly leaning forward and he whispered, “Just use your new little technique if you want me to stop.” I shook my head no and wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him down to my lips.

He let out a muffled grunt but his body soon relaxed under our kiss as his arms slowly wrapped around my back bringing me in close. Ever so slowly, my right leg raised up as I tightened my grip around Eddie’s neck and he deepened the kiss. I then felt him lift me off my feet as we continued to kiss one another until we were left breathless and drunk on our love.

We caught the last bus from the school and now Eddie was driving us back to his trailer for us to spend a little one on one time before the city curfew could ruin this perfect moment another second. Our hands were intertwined with the other’s and we refused to break that bond, at least not yet. Every now and then, he’d raise our hands up and kiss the back of my hand and I did the same to him.

But as we pulled up to his trailer, Eddie’s love-sick expression soon turned to dread as he looked upon his uncle’s trailer home. My expression grew fearful as I too saw what it looked like. It had been completely torn to shreds, the door was busted right off it’s hinges and the ground was soaked with mud and water. Eddie immediately raced inside and I followed after him.

The inside didn’t look much better. The furniture was turned up like the place had been burglarized, but nothing was taken. The curtains and blinds looked like they had been sliced up by something and there were occasional wet puddles on the inside of the floor and carpets. But what had us both fearful and enraged was that Eddie’s uncle is usually home by this time, but the trailer was like a graveyard, empty and silent.

Eddie slowly walked further in and grabbed an old picture of him and his uncle just shortly after he had been taken in my him after his father was imprisoned. I could see that the glass frame was completely cracked but I could also see Eddie’s body shaking with rage until he let out the most gut-wrenching, rageful, and mournful scream I had ever heard out of a man.

I took Eddie back to my apartment and gave him a cup of warm tea but he just sat there with a stoic, broken expression on his face. Tearstains glistened on his cheeks, his eyes bloodshot red. I sat down beside him and slowly wrapped my arms over him and I placed my head on his shoulder.

The door opened and in came my dad. But before he could greet us, he licked his lips and stood at attention. I knew he could taste the salt from our tears and he asked us.

“What happened?”

“It’s Wayne.” I told him somberly. My father’s brows raised in shock and he quickly came down over to us kneeling down before us.

“Are you both alright?”

“We—Wayne was already gone when we got there. The trailer was completely destroyed.” Dad let out deep sigh before kissing my forehead and turned toward Eddie.

“Eddie—”

“Another reason why I can’t stand heroes. They claim to be going day and night to finding my old man, and yet he hasn’t been caught. And now he has my uncle, the only person in this whole world that even gave a shit about me!” Eddie snarled lowly, hos body seething with rage and I knew dad could sense it a hell of a lot more than I could.

“I understand your frustrated…..” Eddie stood up from the couch and unleashed his fury.

“OF COURSE I’M FRUSTRATED!! My psychopathic bastard of a father escapes a prison that is supposedly impenetrable and made my life hell this past week! Now the one time I’m not there for my uncle he captures him and will most likely kill him and this WHOLE TIME THE HEROES ARENT DOING ANYTHING ABOUT IT WHILE I’M STUCK HERE AND YOU TWO CAN’T EVEN HELP ME!!” Dad and I stared at him in shock. His rageful expression softened as he realized just who he was talking to. He collapsed back down onto the couch beside me and said in a calmer, softer tone, “I—I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap.”

I took his hand in both of mine and gently kissed his knuckles and I told him.

“It’s alright. You’ve been piling up everything that’s happened this past week inside of you. You hardly scratched the surface earlier this afternoon.”

“But I shouldn’t have taken it out on you or your dad.” He said regretfully.

“She knows you didn’t really mean what you said. And neither do I.” my dad spoke up. Eddie let out a deep sigh and said.

“I’m just trying to understand why all of this is happening, and why now. But nothing makes any sense. And now—now that Wayne is involved I…..” tears once again filled his eyes as he buried his face into his hands, sniffling into his palms.

“Eddie,” my father started as he knelt down in front of him. He reached up and grasped his shoulder giving it a comforting squeeze as he continued, “I know you’re feeling lost and frustrated right now. And it’s alright to feel that way, everyone whether hero or normal civilian feels something like this every day. Even Daredevil himself once felt this way when the Kingpin forced him to choose between saving his friends or his child.”

That was a day I never hoped to remember, it reminded me so much of the first time I came across ‘The man without fear’ back when I was a child and my parents were killed in front of me and I was taken by child traffickers. They would’ve sold me to the highest bidder had Daredevil not found me in time.

After finding out I had lost both my parents and that I had no other family in the city to take care of me, I was taken to the orphanage and within a couple of weeks Matt Murdock came into my life and adopted me. And the rest was history. But when Fisk had found out about my father’s true identity, he had a villain named Bullseye take me and hold me hostage while apparently Foggy and Karen were being watched by the corrupt cops Fisk had under his belt ready to take them out.

“He—I can’t even begin to imagine what I would’ve done if that were me.” Eddie said as he took my dad’s story to heart.

“But he knew he couldn’t lose himself. He had to keep his calm and composure to try and work a way to save them both. And not only did he accomplish that, he also managed to put Fisk away for a long time with a proposition of his own.”

“Compared to my dad, Kingpin’s a saint. He won’t bargain anything or with anyone. How is anyone supposed to defeat him?”

“He’s been convicted and captured once before, not every villain is invincible. All it takes if for the right hero to stop him for good.” My dad stood up and walked over to the kitchen as he also told him, “Since your trailer is an active crime scene, you’re welcome to stay here. But I strictly advise you newly appointed lovebirds, no hanky-panky in this apartment. Don’t ask me how I’ll know, I just will.”

“Dad!” I groaned out. He smirked and started to prepare us dinner. After dinner Eddie and I sat on top of the roof looking out over the city. My arms wrapped around his right arm while my head rested on his shoulder. “We’ll find him Eddie, one way or another.”

“I swear if he even lays a hand on him I swear to fucking God I’ll—” I rubbed his arm soothingly trying to ease his anger.

“One thing you should know is that my dad always knows what to say. I know you’re pissed, your scared, you’re high-strung. But all this tense anxiety won’t do you any good. Take a deep breath and focus.” He took a deep breath in before exhaling. “I know we were too young when he was first arrested but, is there any place you think he’d take Wayne? Some place of meaning between the two of them?”

“I doubt it. They were never really close with one another even as kids. Even though Wayne was the older brother, since he never got his powers he was considered the black sheep of the family while my father was the prodigal son.” I nodded in understandment. “It’s getting late and the curfew is still in place. Why don’t you head inside?”

“You sure?” I asked.

“Yeah, plus I can practically feel your exhaustion.” I groaned quietly as I felt Eddie chuckle. “Go on sweetheart, I’ll be there in a bit.” I looked up at him and we both kissed each other.

“I love you so much.” I told him softly.

“I love you more.” He softly kissed my forehead before I stood up and got ready for bed after a long, confessional and stressful day.

*Eddie’s POV*

Just as (Y/n) got inside, ironically enough it started to rain. Of course to not people the rain was a nuisance especially to most heroes when it came to night patrols. But to me, rain was life and a relief. Mix that with the full moon that shone above the city I could feel myself feeling more alive than I’ve ever been in my entire life.

I realized at this point, I couldn’t wait any longer. If the heroes weren’t going to do anything to find my father, then I would. I went over to my van and grabbed a special bag that not even (Y/n) had known about. I came back inside the apartment and unzipped it to reveal my graduation gift my uncle had made for me.

A traditional Waterbender warrior uniform (with my own modifications). At the belt’s center design engraving instead of the traditional Water symbol, I had engraved a carving of the moon, the same moon carving that my mother once bore on her armor. The sleeves I had torn off and had them replaced by black elbow-length fingerless gloves with the center forearm of the gloves wrapped up in war tape.

I also began to give myself the traditional war paint of the waterbenders. Black markings under my eyes and the symbol of water at the center of my forehead. I then pulled up my face mask to cover the lower half of my face because in order to find my father, I was going to need to get in touch with some of his old friends, and I couldn’t risk them seeing my face. But there was one last thing I needed to do.

I went into (Y/n)’s room and saw her deep asleep as the brief flashes of lightning lit up her room. I silently walked over to her and gingerly brushed the strands of hair out of her face and saw her left hand resting not too far from her face, her palm exposed. I took off my wolf fang necklace and placed it into her palm. Truthfully I don’t know if I will come out of this alive or not, but what I have to do in order to save Wayne, I’d rather her remember me as I was instead of who I’m about to become.

Having just confessed our feelings to one another only to lose her now, that’s the damage my father brings out in people. But I don’t want her to be involved in this anymore than Wayne is now forced to be in. I saw as her palm closed over my necklace and I whispered to her.

“I love you sweetheart, always remember that.” I then went back to the roof and took a deep breath in before exhaling and waved my arms around to have the rain water spin around me before I shot out into the sky, a flash of lightning coming down then I used the rain to forge a water patch for me to jump across. Each step I took, water formed under me until I was running on the raindrops.

I soon came to one of my dad’s old dealers Yakone. Yeah I may have been a kid but my old man certainly liked to take me out to all of his dealings and I got to meet every single bloodbender, drug dealer, and crime boss this city had to offer. I peeked inside the window and saw Yakone counting up his money even though he had just gotten out of prison and was currently on parole.

Once a crime boss, always a crime boss. I used my power to spill his whiskey across the counter which forced him to stand up and walk out to get something to clean up the mess. Once he was gone, I slipped inside his office and waited. The second he came back in, he froze on the spot before suddenly jerking his arm up. He groaned as his arm soon shot to the left then the right, his bones snapping with each jerk until he was forced to bend forward.

I made myself known with my left hand in a knife-hand position at my face level before lowering it downward while at the same time his body fully went down to the ground.

“You’re going to tell me where Wayne Munson is and don’t even think about lying.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” sneered Yakone. I took a step forward and pushing with my other arm as I extended it, Yakone’s upperbody was forced upward and I snapped at him.

“You were once Alan Munson’s second in command. If he ever broke out of prison, the first person he’d go to is you. I won’t ask a third time; where. Is. Wayne Munson!?” Yakone continued to groan in agony as I bloodbended him.

“Tenth and Cicero X! He took that nonbender of a brother of his to the docks along Tenth and Cicero X!” I narrowed my eyes and with a wave of my arms, he was throw across the room, his back hitting the corner of the wall and he let out a pained groan.

“If I find out he’s not there, you won’t have to worry about the heroes finding out about your parole breaking. Cause I’ll see to it that you will be stopped permanently.” Then I used my Bloodbending to knock him out before finally leaving the scene as if nothing happened.

I stood along the rooftop of one of the buildings that overlooked the docks of the city and saw the old warehouse where Yakone said Wayne was being kept hostage. I could see guards patrolling around the warehouse all either carrying guns or specialized arrows. Odd that my old man would hire assassins and non-benders to guard my uncle, but no matter they’ll be out of my way soon enough.

I snuck my way down the fire escape of the building and crept up towards the warehouse before diving head first into a bay. I created a water-helm for me to breath as I swam towards the edge of the warehouse. I then summoned out a water tendril and reached out for one of the guards and pulled him out into the bay. I then created a whirlpool tornado and shot myself upward.

“OPEN FIRE!!” one of the guards called out and a hellfire of guns and arrows were shot at me. Creating an ice barrier I shielded myself before coming down with a back axe-kick which caused the whirlpool to follow me and push half of the men into the street knocking them out.

Using the remaining water, I created a water whip and proceeded to fire ice shards at the rest of the men. Knocking their weapons out of their hands and then piercing them to either the walls or old shipping carts. When the first set of guards I had knocked out started to get up, I proceeded to bloodbend all of them stopping them in their tracks.

Forcefully controlling them to stay where they were and getting down on their knees when suddenly I felt something metal hit me in the back of my head forcing me to release them. I reached behind me and felt blood on the back of my head and I heard the sound of someone landing in front of me. From the light of the full moon there was no denying who the man in the red suit was that stood before me. One billy club in his hand, the devil helmet and those piercing red eyes from the mask staring at me. The Man without Fear aka Daredevil had come.

“You need to back off.” He warned me in the voice that had been known to send shivers down any criminals spine.

“And you shouldn’t interfere with family affairs.” I seethed back at him. I formed water tendrils around my arms and went on the offense but Daredevil proved to be just as fast as me, if not faster.

“You’re making a mistake.” He told me.

“You made the mistake by coming here!” One of my tendril arms froze over as I went to skewer him but he dodged out of the way forcing the ice shard to pierce through the asphalt of the street. I broke my arm free of the ice and dropped the other tendril before stepping into a front stance and held my arms parallel of each other to use the rain to knock him off his feet but once again Daredevil’s agility was something.

Each time two waves of water tried to knock him down, he was able to either to flip between them, roll underneath them, or bend so far back against the ground there was no chance of the water touching him. I growled impatiently and charged at him this time.

However only just two punches he not only dodged them but got me to my knees and had my in a chokehold.

“First rule of combat, never attack in anger.”

“I’m not angry! I’m annoyed there’s a difference!” I snapped as I tried to break myself free from his grip but he held firm.

“I can tell, but that’s the first rule they teach in combat. Now listen to me, you can still turn back. Let me finish the job and you can be reunited with your uncle by morning, your father will go back to prison, and all of this can be put behind you.”

“It won’t matter.”

“Yes it will. You’re young, you have a future to look forward to, you still have a choice. But if you cross this line, the journey back isn’t easy. Trust me, I know.” Looking down at the water I did a few finger flicks which caused a water whip to wrap around his neck and pull him off of me. I then used my Bloodbending to keep him in place. He let out a cry of agony as I forced him to stand at attention.

“It’s already too late, I’ve made my choice. One way or another, Alan Munson is dying tonight. He crossed the line when he kidnapped my uncle, who’s to stop him from going after my friends? My—” I trailed off thinking about (Y/n). The torture alone that my old man could put her through, especially since she doesn’t have any powers to fight him back with. “If he ever got to her, I’d never forgive myself.”

“Got to her ehh?” I tensed as I released Daredevil and turned to see the man I’d hope I’d never see again. His hair was longer and madded and the eyes I inherited from him were soulless and cold. He somehow managed to find his old armor once again and in his grip, he had Wayne levitating in the air. “Now this I’d love to hear more of, especially if you did all of this for your excuse of an uncle.”

My heart was pounding in my ears as my blood boiled in rage. Extending my arms outward in a T position but with my hands standing upward, I made the rain pause around us and slowly form a shield around all of us.

“Release him.” I ordered.

“Or what little man? You gonna kill me?” the Puppetmaster mocked.

“If I have to.” I said soullessly.

“Sounds a bit dark for the son of Lunar Eclipse. But if you were my son, you’d do it without hesitation.”

“Eddie…..don’t do it son.” I heard Wayne groan out. “Even if you do attack, he’ll use me as a shield.” He said again.

“He’s telling the truth.” Daredevil soon spoke.

“I can protect him.”

“You’re blinded by rage and won’t be able to stop it in time!” Daredevil spoke up again. “Your uncle raised you to be a hero, not a murderer!”

“I’m already a murderer.” I soullessly stated referring to the men I had just taken out.

“They’re still alive, I can hear their heartbeats. Your father knew those men wouldn’t be worth your time because he knew the only one you were willing to kill was him.”

“Eddie, son listen…..” my uncle strained out. “Take a good look at the man standing before you, is this the man you’ll want to become if you do this? Because you were the one to break the chain and not be like him ever since you were born. You chose to walk away from his path and choose your mother’s.”

“Listen to your uncle Eddie Munson, you’ve got people who care about you, even love you. One of them especially. Your father, he has no one. No one to call family, friends or even a partner to love and cherish. If you do this, you’ll never see any of your friends or your beloved again! So don’t. Do it!” My body trembled in rage as I stared daggers at my old man.

I waved my arms and let out a rageful cry as the shield dropped and formed into a thousand ice sharps varying in size and flew right towards him. But just as some pierced the ground and Wayne’s body was moved directly in front of my father’s, I stopped the attack.

The ice shards floating in mid-air before I stood there in the rain and the ice shards immediately turned back into water, drenching both my uncle and father. My father tossed Wayne aside as Daredevil went over to check on him as my father said to me.

“Even with all the power in the world, you are still weak.”

“You’re wrong.” After 13 years, I was able to stare my father down not in fear and surprisingly not in rage (at least anymore). “I always wondered just what kind of man you are to have done the things you’ve done. Now that I see, I think I understand. There’s just nothing inside of you, nothing at all. You’re pathetic, sad and empty. And as much as I hate you—I just can’t find it in me to kill you. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t come prepared.” Next thing he knew, he was trapped by a zero anti-gravity forcefield and the entire Heroes Council soon came on the scene.

“Alan Munson, you are under arrest by the City of Hawkins.” Proclaimed Chief Hopper. Ms. Byers and Robin’s mother soon came up and put my father back in chains and guided him towards the police car. I closed my eyes and felt a huge weight being lifted off my shoulders but there was still a sliver of doubt floating in my mind.

As the night droned on, I found myself back at the Murdock’s apartment, the rain finally subsiding and I knew in a few hours dawn would break. My uncle had been taken to the nearby hospital for a healing session and to give his statement to further incriminate my father’s quadruple life sentences.

“I’m proud of what you did back there. You even managed to fool the Devil himself.” I heard Daredevil say behind me.

“I wanted to do it. I wanted to take out all my anger at him but—I couldn’t. I don’t know if it’s because I’m too weak to do it or—due to the people that I have in my life, it’s given me the strength not to go down his road.”

“You did the right thing tonight Eddie Munson. Forgiveness is the first step you take to begin healing.” I stood up from the edge of the balcony and walked over to him and told him.

“But I didn’t forgive him. I’ll never forgive him for what he did. In a way he did win,” I looked down at my hands. “I swore that I would never use his taboo art of Bloodbending but—I did. I…..don’t know if I…..” I soon felt arms wrap around me. When I looked up, I found myself surrounded by red and I was surprised to see that the infamous Daredevil was hugging me.

I surrendered to his embrace and hugged him back as I softly began to cry. Now that my anger and rage was gone, the sorrow, the guilt and shame was all that remained in me. And I finally let it all out and Daredevil not once tried to get me to stop or tell me to suck it up. In fact he didn’t say a word, he just allowed me to fully let it out until my tears were finally spent.

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Trapped | Eddie Munson | Part 8 | 18+

[This isn't a very accurate title anymore but I don't know what else to call it?]

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Warnings: One mention of risky public sex, (sorry there's only one smut scene), there's about two total specific sentences that I wrote that I would consider cringey, but when I took them out it didn't have the same bite to it. All of my other chapters were meticulously edited. I barely skimmed this one. Apologies for that.

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Authors note: I think this is the last smut scene I'll be presenting to you in this story, as we have caught up with canon. If any smut scene in the next Chapter it would be right before Hellfire, and I'm pretty sure I'm placing her in the game, making that the last time they see eachother before Chrissy is killed by Vecna. I just wanted to communicate I had a lot more intentions before catching up to the show, I wanted to establish more of a relationship with his band members, write a scene where Corroded Coffin performs, have far more scenes including Dustin (he's so fun to write), but I fear I was very ambitious as I had a hardcore schooling program in January and will pick it back up in March. I had so much fun writing this story, thank you to anyone has cared about it.

I'm sorry to inform you if you wish for me to change Eddie's ending, I don't think I will, which makes this chapter all the more tragic. It's interesting to write someone talking about their future when you know they won't have one.

My original plot points will cease and I will pick up with the main story line for now on. The only episode that has me remotely stumped is Dear Billy which is the only one Eddie doesn't feature in. I hope to bring the canon story line justice.

The last few days of December were spent filled to the brim with get togethers of in several different combinations of the members. Unbeknownst to you, Mike and Eleven had only had a few hours together alone for the entire holiday, creating a terribly irritable Mike in company leading to her departure. Nancy spent most of the time telling Mike off about his attitude until he let out his frustrations to her, and she was more forgiving.

In fact, she defended the two when berated about being ‘shut-ins’ from the rest of the group. Nancy would’ve loved to have the same problem as him, still frustrated at Johnathan for staying in California when she could hear Joyce encouraging him to go. Yet she extended a courtesy towards him all the same.

Unfortunately, this started a minor ridge in the two of them, Nancy refusing to start an argument during the holiday on the phone but when it hits January figuring it was too late. Isn’t that how resentments start.

In light of the New Year, El taking off back to California, basketball season beginning, exam season picking up, it felt like being thrown headfirst into an ice-cold lake after being at a nice warm campfire. Jarring, and borer-lining on illegal. Illegal might be too much, but why did they put exams after right after holiday?

The night before school had started again, you spent well into the night on the phone with Eddie, soft mumblings, both half a sleep and neither one of you wanting to hang up. What a stupid cliché, something the members of Corroded Coffin would make fun of him for, but Eddie has started to find a nice balance.

Morning of the first day back was riddled with the hustle and bustle of friends bragging about their presents and school announcements of upcoming dates for exams and college applications. You haven’t even started thinking about college, the future almost too much to bear. In the hallway, speaking with Eddie with Garreth, making fun of Josh for a stunt he pulled with his girlfriend that almost cost him their relationship, Ms. Kelley interrupts your conversation graciously.

“Sorry, gentlemen, Y/N. I was heading out of the office and they had asked me to send Eddie down to them,” she says gently, a method she uses her students which most of you find effective.

“Oh, uh. I haven’t-“ Eddie starts, a streak of decent behaviour having miraculously kept him out of the office.

“Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble.” She says, assuring him.

Eddie sighs, smiling at you and Garreth and trudging off to the office, not given any choice in the matter. “What do you think they want him for?” Garreth asks you, also stunned due to Eddie’s lack of spats with his teachers.

“Not a clue.”

Eddie walks into the front office for the first time since late October, inhaling as a heap of mild anxiety hits him. When he found himself in trouble for most of his highschool career, he instigated it. He would be bored out of his mind, wanting a little pizzazz to his afternoon, so he would get himself sent to the office.

Now, for the first time ever, he was sent when he knew he had done nothing wrong. Scheming to get his girlfriend in the custodian closet with him during the lunch period is not nothing but it’s not like he’s done it yet.

“Oh, hello Edward.” One of the administrators greet him, and he finds himself under the knowledge of what it’s like to walk in the office as a normal student. There were no sneers, no eye rolls upon his entrance into the office. “Take a seat, Principal Higgins will call you in a moment.”

He sits on the opposite side of the delinquent chairs, a group of seats reserved for students who are sent and may have to wait an extended period. Sitting, staring, confuddled by the very moment that he has been brought to. “Edward.” Higgins walks out of his office, gesturing behind him to lead Eddie in. “Come on in.”

The first bell rings, and Eddie could hear one of the administrators start the morning Monday announcements as the office door closed behind him.

“Good morning, thanks for joining me for moment today.” He greets Eddie, and Eddie is sitting awkwardly, unsure how to behave when he wasn’t in any trouble. “I’m sure you’re very curious to why you’re in here, your track record has been exceeding expectations lately.”

He nods silently, clutching onto the arm chairs with both arms, looking around the office he had been in on numerous occasions. His Uncle had joined him once or twice, the talk of suspension, once the talk of an expulsion mentioned that had Wayne chewing him up that very night. It’s been long enough Eddie noticed the changes made in the office, a lighter green curtain that brought some light into it.

“I’ll get right onto it, then.” He fold his hands, in such a principal way. “As you recall, we had a discussion about your academic career and that this is your last chance to graduate here this September.” Eddie nodded, and the memory of Wayne immediately calling to request to be put on night shift flashes. “I had stated you only needed nine credits to complete the full 300 to graduate, meaning 3 classes. Incidentally, the same three classes you have been repeating.”

Eddie nods, and for the first time he’d rather be in class. Might have to do something with you being in his line of sight, but Spanish is turning out to be an interesting subject. “I am afraid I have some bad news.”

“Bad news?” Eddie asks, eyebrow raised and already afraid of what he might hear.

“I’m afraid we missed about 5 credits, the equlivalent of two classes.” Eddie’s face goes hard, his jaw locking. He was pissed, and for good reason. “I can see you didn’t like this news. Good news, one of the extra optional classes we now offer is Music Theory. Because of your good behaviour and increasing grades, we have decided to reward you with that being one of your classes. You passed band with flying colours, and a buddy of mine says your band isn’t too bad, so I figure you’d be okay in that class.”

Eddie wasn’t sure how to take this. He hasn’t been rewarded for anything academically since his youth. “I- thank you.” There wasn’t much he could add on top of this, but he knew he had said enough.

“Of course. Now your second class, there weren’t many options, and I’m sure you don’t need to take another science or math this close to graduating.” Higgins comments, and Eddie is confused when his principal almost starts looking like a normal person. Where’s the wolf in sheep’s clothing?

“I’m okay at math. No complaints there.” Eddie comments, and the sigh Higgins gives him leads to a flux in laughter.

“Edward. Eddie. I’m doing you a favour. One I think would be less antagonizing than World Geography is World Religion. No hellfire to study, but I think you’d find it more interesting.” Was that a joke. Did his principal just make a goddamn joke? About the name of his club? Eddie had to get out of there before the walls started caving in. “Sound good? Only two more classes after exams and I’ll see you on that stage. Right?”

Eddie is stunned, and nods vigorously, one thousand percent agreeing with this plan. He wonders how much differently this conversation would’ve gone had he not put in a goddamn effort. Fuck you.

“Uh. Anything else?” He asks, afraid for the third shoe to drop.

“No, that’ll be all. Keep up the good work, Munson. I look forward to handing you the diploma in May.”

It seems Eddie was dismissed only on social cues, the look of Mr. Higgins now bringing out some paper to peer over his glasses curiously. He slowly raises from the chair, and leaves the office for the first time with no consequences, and yet, it’s the least confident he’s ever felt.

Eddie entered the classroom about ten to fifteen minutes late, and you already had an inkling that the phone call Seniorita received had something to do with it, seeing as he wasn’t even acknowledged. You turned your head back to get a general consensus of his mood. How did it go? What did Higgins have to say? Were you about to have some words with your own principal?

The shrug he gives you mixed with a laughter, shaking his head tells you nothing and at the same time everything. Something happened.

It wasn’t until lunch when you found out after a class with Robin filled with passing notes and a biology class that drives you to later get a hold of Nancy and beg for her magic flashcards that you finally find out why Eddie had gone to the office for.

“So, you’re being rewarded?” You ask, taking a bite from the sandwich you have chosen for the day. “Damn. Must feel weird.”

“It does.” Eddie comments shifting as he snacks from his lunch box tin. “I mean, I’m also being punished because I was supposed to be done this semester and spend next one finding a damn job until I graduated, but more time with her.”

“That’s cute.” Robin, comments, sticking her tongue out at Nancy.

Nancy snickers, working over a few sheets of paper. “Nance? New expose on the realities of hard drinking?” You joke, just wanting to know what she had been working on.

“No, uh working on early admission applications. Me and Johnathan were talking about our plans for after high school and we found a school we both liked the programs for. I will make early admission for sure and I’m helping him write his college essay for it.” You gulp, looking at Eddie. Four months into your relationship, it wasn’t a conversation you had yet. Wasn’t even in your line of thought. Even around Christmas your mom was starting on your ass about looking at places to apply and it was too much to even think about.

Eddie leans into you. “Are you panicking, too?”

A sigh of relief escapes your mouth. “Yes. We haven’t even-”

“We’ll get to it.” That simmers down your own anxieties, but Eddie’s remain flared.

Lunch continues, and eventually Eddie is called to the Hellfire table. He asks if you want to join, but you decline, having a chance to ask Nancy for her flashcards. Work is mundane, not unusual. Steve sits on the counter cross legged, exuberantly helping out the women who walk in as ever. You take note he’s been going on more dates lately, and the have started to become increasingly shallow. Not that you judge, it’s more worry. Whatever Steve was looking for, whatever he had hoped to find, you weren’t sure he was going to find it.

“My love. You have a problem.” You mutter to him after he successfully gets a cute brunette’s phone number.

“Yeah, yeah. All it’ll take is one date and I’ll know. I’ll hop-skip this dopey cursed town with her and...get a damn van for all I care.” Steve mutters the end of his sentence mostly to himself than to you.

“A van?” You peer curiously, leaning on the counter next him as he tucks in the phone number into his vest pocket.

“Yeah. A van. Something stable.”

You squint at him, this new attitude of his being sent at a left field. Why was everyone suddenly so keen on discussing their future?

“What’s on your mind?” Steve asks you, leaning down to talk.

“Not much.” It’s a lie, and it was like you didn’t even attempt to sound genuine.

“She’s lying.” Robin pipes up, entering the front counter area. “I mean, you know that, but our girl has been in thought since lunch.”

“So, spill.” Steve states, as if spilling your guts was so easy.

You sigh, not wanting to get into it. “Suddenly everyone around me is talking about college, leaving town, their future. We haven’t even brought ours up yet, hell we only started saying the word Love last month. I’m not sure how to approach it. Should we be talking about college? Would I go to college, and he works here? Would we move in and shack up and he works where I choose to go? Would he resent for that, moving for me. How am I supposed to ask for his plans without sounding-I don’t know dumb or something.”

It was a load of questions off your chest, all of them having occurred to you after Eddie left the table, staring at him laughing obnoxiously. A boy who was just rewarded for improving behaviour in the office this morning now acting rowdy in the cafeteria. In the middle of your internal freakout Eddie glances over, knowing your common habit is to is leer after him. You don’t mind him catching you, especially when he gives you a saucy little wink in the middle of it like he did. You felt mildly guilty for not telling him about any of it but usually these anxieties need a channel to go through before reaching the source.

“That’s not even the tip of the iceberg.” You manage out, sighing as your head lands in your hands.

“Those are words you probably need to bring up with him, yeah?” Steve asks, pointing out the obvious.

“Almost like she needs someone to vent about it before she does.” Robin comments, pointing out an empathy link that Steve seemed to be missing.

“Well. Say it so, you still need to bring it up with him.” Steve states, and you wanna crawl in a hole from the pure fact that he was right.

It would be a lie to say that you were alone in this thought process. Eddie had been thinking through of the same thing, and Nancy’s mention of applications with your wide eyes had brought forth a looming thought he had middle of November. Maybe looming wouldn’t be the right word, but it sat there, the kind of thought that you’re not ready for so you set it aside for when it comes up.

It came up.

A quiet night while you were at work at the Munson’s, Eddie practising his bass in the living room as Wayne absentmindedly watches a rerun. Doesn’t bother him, he’s used to tuning out the loud music. The less he fights his nephew on, the more it matters when he has something to say. Eddie ends up messing the part he was attempting yet again, grunting in frustration and kicking over the nearest object.

Wayne finally turns down the volume to the tv and looks Eddie directly in the eyes. “Hey. What’s the matter, you’ve been stuck on this part for the last hour and I’ve heard you and your band perform this enough times to know it’s in your regular set list. What gives.”

“Just not happening for me tonight, I guess.” Eddie puts his prized guitar aside, and rubs his eyes tiredly. Maybe he should’ve put a stop when he realized how doomed it was.

“No, that’s not it. When your hands aren’t co-operating it slides right off you like butter. You got some big news today, I’m not sure what that his to do with it. Edward. I don’t judge. Lord knows I’m not in much of a position in life to judge. Tell me what’s on your mind.”

“We got to talking about College and shit today, and she just looks at me, all wide-eyed and it occurs to her we haven’t talked about our futures together. I’ve been avoiding it, because, well, the inevitable.”

“Inevitable.” Wayne states, blinking.

“Yeah. That girl has a future much brighter than whatever the fuck I can give her. The moment she realizes what a loser I am outside of this school and how little I’ll be able to provide for her..it’ll destroy the two of us.” Eddie comments, and while Wayne is listening intentionally, he’s uncomfortable with how matter of fact he was stating it. “I figured about a month before graduation I’ll just end it to save us both the heartache.”

Wayne lets it sit in the air, dramatic and final. He gets up to grab a beer in the fridge, grabbing his nephew one as well. As soon as they both had a sip, their eyes on the tv, Wayne reaches out and gives Eddie a good smack on the head.

“Ow, Jesus, Wayne. What the hell?” Eddie complains, rubbing his head.

Wayne takes another sip, wiping his mouth. “That was the biggest load of bullshit I’ve ever heard, Edward. If you have decided for this long that you plan to break up with the girl for her sake, then break up with her! Don’t drag her along, that is unfair to her and to yourself.” Wayne pauses, taking another inhale of his cigarette. “And when you do, after this great speech of leaving her for her own good, which a gain, bullshit, you think she’ll just let you go? No. Be a man, son. Talk to her. Tell her you’re scared, because chances are, so is she.”

Just like that Eddie had is ass handed to him, and he realized about the same time you did there was a conversation needed about where both your heads are in regard to the future.

The next morning students were welcomed with a banner, asking students to recognize and congratulate their new basketball team captain, Jason Carver. You recognized him, didn’t mean you were necessarily going to enjoy doing so. Eddie had some deals to make that morning, backed up from lack of deals some students were able to make during the holiday when they were on vacation. Robin had morning band practise for the frequent prep rallies the band would be playing at, Nancy dealing with putting out fires in the newspaper. You would hang with Hellfire if it didn’t feel so odd without Eddie. Nothing against the club or it’s members, you knew Eddie liked their company for good reason.

It was early in the morning, you’re sat at your cafeteria table, listening to the Walkman you haven’t really used in two and a half years, mind filled to the brim with questions. You had started to write them down, wanting to get the ideas out of your head before approaching it to Eddie. Calm mind, calm conversation. You’d spent a good ten minutes on your list, still plenty of time before the school day started, even some of the teachers not having arrived yet, and your music stops in the middle of a sentence you were writing.

You look up at where you had laid your Walkman, and it’s still playing with no stereo. Your hand goes to the wire connected to your headphones and it leads you to the very mentioned, very infamous Jason Carver is stood at your table, holding the very wire you were looking for. You take off your headphones, flabbergasted at the sheer audacity that Jason must hold in his right pinky. “Hi, Jason. Can I help you.”

“You show up early most days, I figure I’d catch you alone one of these days.” Jason states, as if it’s not the creepiest thing you have heard. Jason has been slowly waiting since the day in October for you so he can corner you, alone.

That is stalker behaviour. When does he get the time? “That is terrifying Jason, and I’ll make sure to pass the news that you are a creep. I’m afraid to ask but what the hell do you want?”

Jason places his hands on his hips and it’s not nearly as charming as when Steve does it. “I wanted to make sure you know who you’re with, Y/N. You are not the type of girl who should be around him, getting involved in his cult, in his drugs, in his bullshit. I-I’m sure the bad boy type is fun for now, but come on. Use that brain of yours. It is not too late. You can still go.”

“Jason.” You attempt to start, and the whole thing is so loaded you barely know where. “I can make my own decision. I know you’re a captain, congrats. Just because you lead a group of sweaty boys on a court doesn’t mean you can be the playmaker out here. I decide who to spend my time with.” You smirk as you start packing, a thought that occurs that you don’t say for Jason’s sake.

“Why are you smiling? I’m trying to help you, here.” Jason seems frustrated, and if he were acting human you’d feel for him.

“You don’t want to know, bud.” You attempt to mend it, and hoping he’ll leave it at that.

“No. Why are you smiling?”

Fine, if he insists. “I was just thinking that maybe there are other girls in the school okay with their left labia being rubbed for thirty second and then asked if they came, which by the way, one of my exes is on your team and did just that. I’d rather someone who makes me squirt all over his bed several times in one night just for the hell of it, oh shit, I’m sorry, was that too much information? I want someone who cares about me, who loves me. So, if he gets a little culty, at least he doesn’t include me on it.” Your bag is packed, you swing it onto your back.

“Carver.” Oh, thank god.

“H-Harrington. How’s it going, man? Haven’t seen you since-”

“Yeah, no. Did you tell her that you have been waiting for a moment to get her alone? You realize how shitty that sounds, right?” Steve asks, having heard the conversation and wanting to give you a moment to stick up for yourself. “Leave her the fuck alone. Be glad I have a better temper than The Freak, because he didn’t get that reputation out of nothing.”

A large sigh of relief escapes your lips as Steve sits down next to you, making sure you were okay. You nod, a little shaken from the prospect of being border-line stalked. “I’m glad you don’t have a Chief Hopper to rat him out to because Hop would’ve had his head in a minute.”

“I’m still considering it.” Steve says, sentence muffled by picking at the skin on his thumb. “Eddie doing deals this morning?” You nod, still lightly shaken. “If it’s mostly jocks I wonder if it’s a coincidence.”

That hadn’t occurred to you, and now you’re more freaked out. Steve was kind enough to stay with you until the halls started filling out more, chatting with you about the brown hair girl who had accepted his offer for a date. He didn’t seem too overly excited about her, but you tended to be worried when he was.

“You okay if I go?” he asks as he gets up from your table, now surrounded by old students.

“Yeah. Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it. Well, you might want to mention it to Ed, but. You know. See you around.”

Sometimes, the starts seem to align no matter the chances. The very idea of both of you having discussions around mutual anxieties toward the future and the following day having the time to spend together to discuss seems too perfect. Nothing is ever perfect, and this discussion is about to be far from it.

The entire day at school had Eddie seething, gritted teeth as he suddenly felt dumb as to why all of the jocks needed something that morning. He had to beg up the ass from Rick to provide the necessities he needed to make the unbelievably hefty payday. He begged, hustled and got a good rotation going just for a complete creep to keep him occupied and get you cornered. Did he do his research and understand Robin had band practise and Nancy would be occupied on the newspaper?

How much did this prick try and use his social standing to get you alone and why did it matter?

Eddie was less inclined to beat the shit out of him and more annoyed, tired. Every time he managed to conclude his social standing wasn’t all that bad they pull some dumb ass stunt.

The two of you had made a plan to spend the night studying, and as an afterthought the both of you shared you had something you had wanted to talk about. Studying for your exams soon turned out to be a planned discussion of your futures when both of you wanted elaboration on what the other had to talk about.

So here you are, Eddie’s room. Some where you have been enough times to point, a point beaten to death by now, that it’s a home to you. Yet somehow the two of you are sat awkwardly on his bed like you were on his couch that fateful Friday night, like you had never seen his room before and he’d never experienced your kiss.

“So. I want you to tell me what’s in that pretty head of yours, then I’ll tell you what’s in this old nutcase’s head.” Eddie started, attempting to shift himself into a less stiff shape.

“A-alright,” you reluctantly agree, wondering if there was a particular reason he had insisted on going first. “Our relationship has been, words can’t describe, really. Never in any wildest dreams did I think that it would be this great. Reality being better than fantasy is my own personal jackpot. It couldn’t have gone any better than this.” You smile to yourself, and look up to him. Was that ..guilt on his face? You shake it off. “It’s weird, because discussing your future together after about four or so months together would be considered bizarre in normal high school relationships. I mean, it’s only four months. My parents have about 25 years on that, give or take. That’s just over 8 times as much. I always had a specific place in mind and I think I know what I want to study and it’s a generic enough subject to have some variety on where I may apply, and that’s enough to have options. I’m lucky to have those options. To have parents that guided me into a hard work ethic and able to decide where I want to go to school. That was everything to me, and suddenly it felt like too much. Where do I go? If I choose to go across the country, will you be joining me or would you stay in town? Is that too much to ask, for you to come with me? Is it too little that I am doubting that you would; because I can’t stand the thought of you more than Hawkins length away from me. Then I wonder, because when we started actually talking about your experience, you mentioned you thought you would wait until college. Does mean you have intentions on going one day? Or am I some egotistical bitch who doesn’t realize that you have huge dreams around Corroded Coffin and hope one day to open for Black Sabbath? I don’t know. Because this has never really come up before, in this extent. I want to. I want to know what your plans are. Maybe I can bend mine a little bit to be with you, if that’s alright with you.”

It was a lot for Eddie to digest, so to say. He would never admit it out loud, but he was astounded to how much thought you had given him in your future. You saw him. In fact, you saw him enough to wonder if he would take his music seriously, something he was considering, turning his cover/original song band into just original songs. It made what Eddie was about to say that much harder. He shifts in his chair, and he’s wondering how big of a bullet he’s about to bite. “As discussed, I won’t say anything, just share what I’m thinking.” He sighs, and it was harder than he was expecting. “I’m sharing this with you because Wayne thought it would be important.” A heavier sigh leaves his mouth, and you’re starting to worry. “I had this thought, and it was a kind of thought I tend to push aside until I’m ready to face it. I think it happened like two months ago.” He gulps, avoiding eye contact. “I had this thought, you’re too good for me. Too good to deserve the type of life I can provide for you. I mean, I could do an apprenticeship, if I have the grades. If I were to take Corroded Coffin on the road and put my heart into it, there’s a tiny ass chance would make it big, which is a whole nother level of heartbreak, being on the road everyday just for nothing to come out of it. I’m pretty much doomed to be a loser. I mean, three years as a senior doesn’t exactly say otherwise. I don’t want that kind of life for you. You don’t deserve it. You are going to do so much more, and be so much brighter than whatever hell I’ll give you. I figured before you find out the hard way”…you were already seething at this point, daring him to finish where you thought he was going with it, “I would us both a favour and end it before it got that far.”

This. Fucking. Asshole.

You just poured your fucking heart to him, rambling on about what possibilities you saw for your future together and he just admitted to planning on ending it before it even got that far? Is he fucking with you? The rage must’ve been clear on your face because when Eddie had finally made eye contact his eyes visibly widened, and went straight back to the floor. You get up, pacing back and forth along his room, trying to get your thoughts in place before responding.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Edward fucking Munson?” You inhale deeply, bringing your fingers spread on your forehead. “I had spent a good thirty minutes this morning attempting to get my head together in order to collect my thoughts so I can calmy and directly tell you how I see our future together. That’s what I thought this was. Talking about our future together.” You look off angry tears threatening to fall. “Turns out, you’re not willing to give it, to give us, the shot we deserve. You’re so fixated on thinking that you’re a loser, you’re willing to give away the very idea that we could be more than that, together.” You look him dead in the eye, having felt his eyes follow you around the room. “What’s more. You think you can decide who or what is good for me and my future. Thank you for the offer, but I can make my own decisions, or have you not been fucking a grown ass woman?” He winces, and you feel sorry. “In my future, I’m with you. Until you decide you no longer love me. The idea of breaking up with someone because you love them, is bullshit. Don’t leave me because you’re scared. You should be running the other way, towards me. Have faith in me, in fucking us. In the idea of what we have is sacred, and worth holding onto.” You gulp, still furious he even had the idea to begin with, still, you walk over to sit down next to him. “I love you, but you’re a fucking idiot.”

Eddie gulps, and you can count on one hand you’ve seen him tear up before. He tries to blink the tears away, annoyed at himself. “You-you have that much faith in-in us?”

You half smile at him, understanding his true question. Did you have that much faith in him? “Eddie, you have no idea how much I think of you.” Tears threaten to fall down your face, and you almost start laughing at the different reasons for tears in this moment. “You brought me out of my shell, into someone that has the courage to drunkenly make out with her boyfriend at a big party, or maybe one day hook up in the custodian closet.”

The mist in Eddie’s eyes seem to dampen, and he raises his hand to frame your face delicately. “Am I that much of an idiot that I even considered letting you go?”

“You’re a full-fledged dumb ass.” You whisper to him, and you’re brought by his hand into a kiss, one full of emotion and unsaid resolution. You part into forehead to forehead, a sharp inhale from him as you rub his face with your thumbs, feeling his dimples appear as he smiles.

Emotional confessions into sex? Nah, you spent the night listening to music, Eddie playfully taking you through his music catalogue, explaining the politics and conspiracies of Black Metal/Heavy Rock albums. Couldn’t have gone any better than that.

Two days later you’re woken up by an unexpected honk outside your house. You peer outside your window, but you knew already who it was. The front door opens, and you’re curious to what can drive Eddie to use the key your mom had finally given him. You thought she was bluffing when she brought it up, but true to her word, now Eddie has a damn key to the house. If you didn’t know if she liked him then, now you did.

Eddie’s footsteps are heard coming up the stairs and within five minutes of hearing that initial horn Eddie is walking through the door, a look of despair on his face. “Ed?” You ask, tossing the blanket off you and shooting strait towards him. “Hey. Is everything okay?”

Eddie sighs, gulping. “I got a call around 3 in the morning, one of the other dealers in town, Benny, he also gets his supplies from him..um..Rick. Reefer Rick. He was arrested, police raided his house last night, someone sent an anonymous tip to the police, and they took it as word.”

“Oh shit.” It might have been inappropriate, but it was your immediate reaction. “Oh my god, Ed. I’m so sorry. You okay?”

“I mean,” he sighs, his eyes shifting, avoiding eye contact with you, something you were sure he was doing to refuse the tears. “It sucks. Rick was, high. All the fucking time. I mean, he considered his heroes to be Cheech and Chong. Yet, he took over this area as the main supplier and ensured that what everyone received was safe. Before Rick, I didn’t have a sole supplier and sometimes I couldn’t guarantee what I was selling was safe. Which is shitty because I sell to highschoolers, well mostly anyway. I have loads of one-time buyers just trying for the first time.” Eddie pauses and looks at you with a sense of grief. “Shit, I’m gonna have to find a new dealer. Rick took me under his wing, made sure I was dealing for the right reasons, and taught me a lot about what I know now. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have woken you up so early. I’ll go.”

“Hey, hey.” You didn’t even time yet, it was 4:15am. “I think you need some sleep. Come on, lie down.”

Eddie crawls into your bed, falling asleep within minutes. You put aside his jacket and boots, something you had to convince him to take off. You crawl in next to him, wrapping your arms around him as to comfort him.

You were awake about three hours later to the sound of your alarm clock, Eddie barely even stirred. You waddle downstairs, grabbing cereal for some breakfast when your mom makes her way into the kitchen. “Morning sweetheart.”

“Hi mom. Um, just wanted to let you know-”

“I know. I saw his van.”

“He’s going through a hard time, a friend of his got arrested last night and he just needed someone to be with.” Your mom knows he deals. Even if you did decline to tell her, it’s not a town secret. He’s been arrested once or twice, also not a town secret. Wasn’t hard for your mom to put two and two together.

“Reefer Rick?” She asks delicately, putting the process of making her breakfast on hold. You almost ask how she knew, and she answers before you could. “It’s all over the news. There was a big raid of his house on Lover’s Lake. He’s being put to trial, but with the evidence they found it seems he’s going to prison.”

“Oh. That’s rough. Should I tell him, or let him find out through the news?” You ask her, clueless on how to help him.

Your mom offers her best word of advice, but in the end, Rick going to jail was always a possibility and those who deal are aware of the risks. It didn’t make it any less shitty. Both Eddie and Rick knew that Eddie woke up with a gloomy disposition, yet an aura of reluctant acceptance. What was he to do? His name was Reefer Rick, for crying out loud. Their ongoing joke was he wasn’t in prison, not yet at least. It was just odd the day had arrived when it did.

The odd news on weekend was met with in a left field on Monday morning, Mike walking up to the table where you, Steve, Robin, and Nancy were sat at the table, Nancy reaching into her bag to find her flashcards she had needed to dig up. As much as you were both students who tended to do well, she was in AP classes. Applying for college with your grades would be simple enough, but you were no Nancy. Her study notes were to die for, your saving grace.

As you were thanking her profusely you watch as Mike walks up to the table, his lankly stature hunched over. “Mike. Is something wrong?” You ask him, fingers playing with the flashcards.

Mike inhales, as if preparing himself. “Max broke up with Lucas last night. Usually I wouldn’t bother sharing, but Lucas is taking it a lot harder.”

“Oh, damn. Anything happen, or?” Steve asks, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed. “I mean, she dropped him at the sound of a hat all summer. Won’t they be back together in like a week?” Steve doesn’t mean to be judgemental; he’s merely being observational.

Nancy glared at Steve, the pointed under her brows in the are you kidding me kind. “They were inseparable at the beginning of the year. They definitely grew closer after last summer. Max breaking up with Lucas was just something she did. But they have been consistently together since September. Something is wrong.”

Mike agrees with her for once. “Yeah, he said she’s been acting off lately, but now she just shut him out. She’s in my chemistry class, I’m gonna try and talk to her, see if she’s ok.”

You leaned back in your chair, thinking about the number of times you have seen her around staring off into space or sitting in a corner by herself at a get together. Nancy sees the thought cross your face, in the way your eyebrows furrow, for only half a second. “Y/N, what? What’s on your mind?”

“Hmm?” You move your eyes around the table, all looking at you expectantly. “Uh…no, it’s probably nothing.” None of them were buying it, not enough to let it go. “Honestly, she’s been off since more noticeably since November. I wondered if I was just imagining things..maybe I should’ve said something.”

“You know Max. She’s stubborn. She wouldn’t have taken the help if you had offered it.” Nancy comforts you, and the collective group agrees with the sentiment.

Mike lurches himself off the table, rocking back and waddling awkwardly back to his table. “Yeah just passing the news. Lucas is pretty broken up about it, but now he’s on the basketball team so I guess he’ll just focus on that.”

“He’s on the team with that asshole?” You ask, fearful of the influence Jason had over his team and frankly, the rest of the school.

“I don’t know what he’s thinking.” Mike says, walking off, and the conversation is over with out a proper ending.

The bell rings, and before the four of you know it the cafeteria was crowded and filled to brim with students, Eddie coming to grab you as he headed to the final week of class right before finals, surprised Steve was still there. “Oh, you know me, sticking around to see you.” Steve jokes, and Nancy swats him away before he could be caught by a teacher and kicked out.

Finals come and go, and thanks to you and your meticulous study habits you had picked up from Nancy you managed to help Eddie get a C for the first time since his first attempt at passing grade 12. February had arrived and Valentines Day was right around the corner, wrapping the whole school in pink.

The gentlemen at Hellfire table made it clear that they had great disdain for the holiday, and you sat on Eddie’s lap as you both watch Peter tear it apart with amusement on both your parts. As you leaned back onto his chest, a smile sneaks its way onto your face, and you sneak a glance at Eddie before switching pack to watch Peter.

“What was that look?” Eddie says, leaning into your ear.

“They still have no idea who you are. Do they know you bought some roses for me from the school’s anonymous letter campaign, or are you gonna let Josh find out in third period for himself?” You ask him.

“As long as Peter doesn’t find out I joined the dark side.” He half jokes.

Eddie did buy you roses from the love letter campaign the school had done, only because you asked, practically begged him to. Problem is, he forgets you now share a class with Josh with the new semester and is dreadfully worried about you two gaining up on him. It was mere coincidence that you two were seated together, but it will be no coincidence in the daily roasting of him.

Unfortunately, with the new semester, came no classes with him. He still walks you to class when he can, but his first class isn’t until your third and his second one is right after lunch, so he gets basically the rest of the day to do what he or his uncle deems necessary. Considering you share a free period during his off hours you were excited to take advantage of the time with him.

When Valentine’s day rolls around, you arrive to school in a little skirt and some black knee high leather boots you were waiting for the perfect moment to break out. The afternoon hits, Eddie picks you up after your fourth period, having your fifth period with him free. Eddie grabs you by the hand and leads you to your locker. You put away your books, staring oddly at him after he insists you had forgotten to put your bag away. You peer around your locker at him curiously but follow his suggestions anyway.

He starts walking down the hallway, leading you in a specific direction, but you can’t figure out to where he is leading you because it was not any clear way to a classroom, outside, or even the drama room. The two of you stop and Eddie leans up against a seemingly random wall. “Do you trust me?” He asks looking down the hall both ways.

“Huh,” you ask, not sure if you heard him right.

“You trust me?” Eddie leans down, maintaining intentional eye contact with you, and you nod silently, wide eyes peering up at him.

Eddie gives you a mischievous smile, and you’re tugged into an open door you didn’t even notice him opening up behind his back. “What-what are we doing?” You ask already knowing the answer as Eddie hikes up one of your legs up to his hip and starts to work on your neck.

He turns around, making sure the door is closed and locking the room. In the custodian closet held a wooden shelf donated by the Wood Chop club. You leant up against it, watching your hot boyfriend close the door and turn on a small light.

Last week when you had asked Eddie if he could send flowers from the Anonymous Love Letter campaign at school because you’d appreciate it. He said it was fine, you just owed him a favour, which he could ask for at anytime. While a part of you was annoyed he’d asked for something in return, another part was thinking how hot he was as he told you, as if you weren’t given a choice in the matter. Your brain turned into goo, and it was impossible to deny it.

Eddie turns back around and lurches right back into nibbling on your neck. You lean into it for a moment and jerk back up when you remembered you were in a closet. “Wait, baby! Someone can walk in at any minute.”

“Not when the door’s locked, they can’t. C’mon, someone owes me a favour, remember?” Eddie says as you feel his nimble fingers travel slowly down the side of your hips and onto the fabric of your panties, you get the friction you can out of him but silently beg him to really touch you.

Your stomach lurches at his sentence, but he goes around the fabric and rubbing your clit deeper and harder than before. Your breath becomes shallow as he stops and lets you answer. “You want me to fuck you in here because I owe you a favour?”

“No, I want you to fuck me in here because it’s Valentines Day and I love you, and what more exciting than a closet?” He pauses, and smirks at you. “Plus, you do owe me a favour.” You turn around, hiking up your ass against his hard cock, rubbing your barely clothed pussy against him. “Fuck, baby, you’re wet. You wanna fuck daddy in the closet, yeah? So everyone here knows when they smell it on you when you walk out?” Eddie’s words turned you on, your hips acting accordingly and doing a lap dance against his cock straining against his jeans. “So desperate for my cock, feel how wet she is, my poor baby. Do you need a cock in you?”

You wish he would shut up so you could actually bone, and at the same time hoped he would never stop talking to you like this. “Please fuck me, daddy.” You give in, the hot feeling in your pussy finally too much to ignore. The curiosity of the thrill and almost getting caught was even higher than at the restaurant.

“Has she been a good girl? Is it a good valentines day? Or was it a bad valentines day, princess?” He has his jeans and briefs off, bringing his dick out to be able to fuck you. You didn’t even have your own panties completely pushed aside yet, because it was not time for Eddie yet. You had a feeling if you had behaved well he’d take pity on you and be gentler.

“Good-good,” you stutter out when you realize he was waiting for a response as he stared at the outline of your pussy.

“Yeah, my good whore who thinks about my cock when I’m in all leather?” Eddie laughs, almost cruelly and steps back and you whimper at the prospect of his cock being not being even close to your entrance. You don’t have much time to mourn the loss, your boyfriend gently tugging on your hands to get on your knees. “I don’t think you have earned my cock yet, my love.”

He pushes his cock as far down your throat as you let it, nearly gagging the entire time. His cock is choking you so magnificently you choked back tears. He thrusts a few times, and you can feel the saliva gathering at the base. You feel Eddie’s hand guide you right up by the grip he had on your neck and he assist you on getting back up.

“Good girl?” You ask, suddenly desperate for his approval.

“Very good girl.” He assists you so you’re back on sitting on the shelf, panties still barely pushed aside, silently begging for some attention. He slips his hands under your skirt, sliding your panties down your legs. He takes it slow, moving down the entire length of your legs, watching as he moves the red lacey fabric and assists you in lifting your feet out.

You’re watching him as he takes a full look at the panties you had chosen to wear, crouched down at your feet and your roles are suddenly reversed, him at your feet. Eddie stares at the panties, brings them up to his nose and takes a deep inhale. Your mouth salivates at the sight, your heart pounding. “That scent, you, is intoxicating, sweetheart.” He said, moving his way back up face to face with you.

Your panties are slipped into his back pocket and you have a feeling you won’t see them again. He used to promise to give them back, but now he doesn’t bother. Where he keeps his collection, you still haven’t able to find them. You are lifted onto the shelf closest to your ass, your legs spread open so you’re openly exposed to him.

“I don’t think I can resist you any longer, sweetheart.” Eddie mutters, and you feel the head of his cock line up with your entrance.

You whimper as he finally makes his way into you, Eddie’s moans sounding like ecstasy in your ears as he revels in the feeling of your heat. “Holy shit, baby. So fucking perfect.”

You hike your legs up to curl around his hips tightly, clutching your thighs onto him. “Eddie, so good.”

Your breath hitches and you can catch it as Eddie’s dick reaches into the far depths of you. “Oh my girl you’re so wet. I told you you would like this, now didn’t I?” And while he sounds cocky you can hear the ragged breathing behind his words.

“I think you wanted it more than I do, Ed.” Voice shaky, but even he had to admit you had a point. For weeks Eddie would think about dragging you into a custodian closet while fucking into his fist, riding off the high of you riding him in a public restaurant, wanted something with a higher chance of getting caught. “I want to bend you over wherever I can.”

“Like your throne?” You ask, knowing since the first time you laid eyes on his dungeon master’s chair you had wanted him to have his way with you on it.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.” Eddie starts pounding into you harder at the very idea of it. “Need you to suck my dick under the table in the middle of a session-” Eddie groans in the middle of the sentence, getting himself off at very idea of it.

“You’re a horny ass mother fucker.” You comment, amused at how frantic he suddenly seemed.

“Can you blame me when I have the most fuckable girlfriend in the world?” Eddie gasps, his voice rough into your neck, and you’re hands clutching onto the fabric of his leather jacket.

You start to get lost in it, forgetting the idea of anyone finding you when it’s interrupted by three knocks on the door. “Hello? Anyone in there?”

“I told you someone else was gonna have this idea.” Another, higher voice comments.

“Or it’s just locked so no one does it.” The voices are walking away, and you hide your face in Eddie’s neck, embarrassed.

“Fuck me.” You mutter, voice soft and you gasp in surprise when Eddie fucks into you, deeper.

“I already am.” Eddie thrusts continually, reveling in your slack jaw wide open against his jacket, and you’re gasping as he gains speed.

Turns out the interruption was the thing that got you both really going, the speed and the desperation going hand in hand as the feeling in the pit of your stomach starts to heat up. “Eddie keep doing that, please.”

“Yeah, my baby close? Did almost getting caught do it for ya, sweetheart?” He asks, his heart beating out of his chest at the slight interruption. “Shit, me too.”

“I’m so close, daddy. So fucking close. Keep going. Please.” Your hands are grasping at whatever you can hold onto, him, the shelf behind you, the shelf above you to keep your body from wiggling around pathetically. Besides, the two of you didn’t have room for it. “Hmm. Love you, keep going, please baby.”

“Love you so fucking much, you make me feel pathetic, my love.” He practically whines in your ear.

Eddie thrusts a final harsh thrust in you, and you can feel him filling you up. He stops, breathing heavily in your ear as you release your grip on his jacket, realizing you were holding onto him so tight your hand has grown sore in the constant tension. You finally regain your breath, your legs releasing their hold on his slutty little waist.

His pants are pulled up, smirking at you as he buckles them up. You only require moving your purple plaid skirt down your waist to properly cover you, smirking back him. “To prevent uh…leakage…may I have them back?” You ask attempting to slyly move your hand to his left pocket, often disguised by his black bandana.

“Nope. This is my trophy. I earned it.” He says, as if he was proud. “Don’t wipe your cunt, princess, make sure it stays nice and full.” He tells you as you start to awkwardly wipe at the excess.

“I get chocolates, too, right, baby?” You ask, holding his hand as the two of you make your way down the hall.

“Yes, baby. Let’s get you some chocolates after school for taking it like the good cum dumpster you are, my love.” Eddie smiles, and you spend the rest of your free period in the cafeteria.

As Eddie and you sit down to talk, he confesses his evil plan with his current big campaign and it’s just evil enough for you to laugh manically at the prospect of their great villain from the previous campaign making a big return. “Wasn’t he killed by Kas?”

“Sure was. Nothing better than a great comeback and destroying the campaign members.” Eddie smiles, leaning his chin on one hand. “I can’t wait for their reaction; I’ve had this planned for months. The buildup, each campaign at least in the room has been meticulously crafted for this.”

Beginning of March rolls around, and Eddie is ominously teasing his big finales repeatedly. Mike grows continuously more excited as his Christmas gift rolls around, going to California to visit Eleven, Will and Johnathan. For the entire week leading up to Spring Break he would excitedly bounce around when Eddie wasn’t there for him to annoy.

Lucas becomes distracted by the basketball, somehow managing to keep his worlds from colliding. He decidedly is done with being in the loser crowd, willing to let comments they make about Hellfire slide for a mere seat at their table. Max slinks to herself, being seen blasting music more often than she is seen talking to any of the group members, you included.

Nancy has been luckily accepted into the school she and Johnathan chose, him only being waitlisted. She finally, at the encouragement of you and Robin managed to ask him if he wanted to visit for spring break, but she didn’t give a clear answer to why he couldn’t make it, he just couldn’t. You had pressed her to talk about it further, Nancy refused to admit there was anything bothering her.

You and Eddie were looking forward to the upcoming spring break, wanting do nothing but lie in bed with him for the final break before things got crazy with workloads gaining more heavy and your acceptance letters about to be sent out.

Robin has seemed to fall even harder for Vickie, having now spent all her days next to her on the bleachers yet barely able to say any words to her. Steve and you had made fun of her together out of love, and Steve is completely convinced after playing Vickie’s return of Fast Times that there’s a chance it could be mutual.

Unfortunately Steve’s dating life has gained even more desperation, barely any dates going past date 1 and he seems to have found a problem with all of them, despite his initial reactions of them being perfect.

Dustin has somehow grown more neurotic over time, and you watch slowly as Eddie gains jealousy in Dustin and Steve’s friendship. Mostly, he just wanted to be included. Did he not adopt Dustin as well? (You were very tempted to tell Dustin Eddie was wriggling in desperation on how close they were.) He and Susie were still going on strong, but tried to sneak around her father’s strict rules.

Finally as the morning of the Friday before break happens, all the teachers are packed in the parking lot leading everyone to the gym. Eddie has the luxury of sleeping in until second period, and a school pep rally to cheer on the basketball team sounded like hell to him. You pull in, barely any room to park, and every student makes their way to the gym.

You weren’t ready to cheer on Jason, but you would support Lucas, as he was doing his best to escape the trenches of bench warming. “Henderson!” You call out to Dustin, having saved a seat for them. “You’re later than normal.”

“Took longer for Susie to crack the code than we thought. Eddie won’t-”

“Eddie? Pep rally? He’ll be here later.” You comment, and Mike squeezes his way in between you, Max right next to him.

“Why are we here again?” Mike asks, sitting as he waits for the band to start playing.

“You’re cheering on a friend.” Dustin reminds him.

Principal Higgins kicks off the prep rally, inviting the cheerleaders to start their routine on the gym floor. All you could think about to get you through was seeing your boyfriend after second period and the break you’re about to have for the next week.

At least, that’s what you thought was about to happen.

Before your world went to shit.

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