#not to mention eddie was selling Chrissy drugs-

[gayboybyerz]

I’m gonna be controversial for a second and just say that Eddie Munson was the worst thing to come to stranger things. That’s all.

[queers-gambit]

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general dating HC

headcanons about boyfriend!Eddie.

🔥 NSFW 🙊 general language and content warning 🥰 romance 💛 proceed with maturity

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Stoner!Girlfriend HC

headcanons about boyfriend!Eddie and stoner!girlfriend.

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mad or frustrated HC

headcanons about boyfriend!Eddie being mad or frustrated.

🙊 general language and content warning 🎭 drama 💔 angst 💛 proceed with maturity and caution

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All I've Ever Wanted

Eddie's her dealer and decides he can't sell to her anymore because she's all he's ever wanted.

word count: 2.3k

🚬 illicit substance 🙊 general language and content warning ⏳ slight AU timeline 🥰 romance 😵‍💫 wonky brain go a little wonky

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Angel is the Centerfold

insecurity runs deep when Eddie's secret lady-love finds the worn pages of a centerfold - marked on a woman who looks nothing like her.

word count: 2.7k

🙊 general language and content warning 💔 small angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 🎭 drama 🥰 romance

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Don't You (Forget About Me)

Eddie confronts his mother to bargain for custody of his little brother, Teddy.

word count: 8.9k

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Cherry Blossom Colored Kisses

when Eddie tells his best friend he wants to ask Chrissy Cunningham to prom, she begins to cough out flower petals.

word count: 8.8k

🌸 Hanahaki Disease AU 🍒 author's favorite 🙊 general language and content warning 🎭 drama 🥰 romance 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 🩺 depiction of medical phenomenon

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Tears in the Rain

feelings are confessed and a decision is made; only thing left to do is heal and be okay.

word count: 8.4k

🌸 Hanahaki Disease AU 🙊 general language and content warnings 🎭 drama ❤️‍🩹 hurt, s o m e comfort 💔 angst 🩺 depiction of medical phenomenon 💛 proceed with maturity and caution

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Gone with the Sin

he loves another, and your fate is sealed.

word count: 8.9k

🌸 Hanahaki Disease AU 🙊 general language and content warnings 🎭 drama 🥺 hurt 🚫 NO comfort 💔 angst ☠️ character death 💛 proceed with maturity and caution

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Pretty Boy Swag

your big ass family comes to town and hosts a town-wide family reunion. after they meet your boyfriend for the first time, your proximity is criticized, and when you try to fall back, Eddie's swift to your side again. -> or when someone else calls you clingy, you try to fall back but your man doesn't want that.

word count: 6.2k+

⏳ AU timeline 🐝 stand alone / oneshot 🙊 general language and content 🐍 toxic family 🎭 drama 🧠 depiction of mental health: insecurity, anxiety 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 🧸 some fluff 🚬 drug use 🥂 depiction of alcohol use 💍 established relationship 🥰 romance 🛑 abrupt ending 🔏 not edited

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traveling HC

headcanons about traveling with boyfriend!Eddie.

🔥 small NSFW 🙊 general language and content warnings 🧸 fluff 🥰 romance

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Happy Little Accident

something sweet with Eddie making reader a pink sleeved Hellfire shirt.

word count: 2.4k+

🙊 general language and content warnings 🧸 fluff 🥰 romance

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How to be a Problem Solver

bestie!Eddie and reader have to say goodbye; he gives you one of his rings to remember him by. you send him care packages, and inside: polaroid photos of your college adventures - with his ring on a chain around your neck.

word count: 4.7k+

🙊 general language and content warnings 💔 angst 🐍 toxic family / family angst 🔏 barely edited

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Birthday Baby Blues

fearing your friends had forgotten your birthday, you show up at your boyfriend's to the surprise of a lifetime.

word count: 5k+

❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 🎭 small drama 🧸 fluff 🥰 romance 🐍 toxic family / family angst

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discontinued and deleted: Up In Smoke

general dating HCs

headcanons about dating Robin Buckley.

🙊 general language and content warnings 🔥 small NSFW 🥰 romance

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The Bathroom Scene, Act One

after being drugged by Russians, you, Steve, and Robin share confessions in the bathroom.

word count: 3.8k

🙊 general language and content warnings 🤮 symptoms of physical illness 🥰 romance ❤️‍🩹 small hurt and comfort

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Dating Billy HC

headcanons about dating Billy Hargrove.

🙊 general language and content warnings 🐍 toxic family / family angst 🍄 toxic relationship 🔥 small NSFW 💛 proceed with maturity

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Up and Out

Billy protects reader from his father when Neil comes home early one evening.

word count: 4.1k

🙊 general language and content warnings 🐍 toxic family / family angst 💔 angst 🥊 depiction of physical violence or aggression 💛 proceed with maturity

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Up and Out [ part two ]

( requested ) Neil returns home unexpectedly when Billy's girl is alone, and it's up to her to defuse her boyfriend's anger when he finds out.

word count: 4.8k

🔏 barely edited 🙊 general language and content warning 🥊 depiction of physical violence or aggression

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Do As You're Told

getting into a fight with Billy at a party; he needs you to do as you're told.

word count: 4.1k

🔥 NSFW 🙊 general language and content warning 🧃 underage drinking 💛 proceed with maturity

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Bobby Flay or Billy Flayed?

Eleven and Max come to Billy's girlfriend for aid, and she learns about her boyfriend's mind control the hard way.

word count: 7.5k

🍒 author's favorite 🙊 general language and content warning 🥊 depictions of physical violence 🤮 depictions of physical illness 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort ⚠️⏳ season three spoilers and AU timeline

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Careful What You Wish For

he's highly reactive, you're incredibly enduring. he's a righteous dick, you're criminally empathetic. he's temperamental, you're amenable. but you're done being his doormat. > > > or in which Billy resorts to breaking up when you two fight, but when he comes to make up (like clockwork), you finally have a change of heart.

word count: 5k+

🙊 general language and content warning 🎭 drama 🍄 toxic relationship 🐍 implied toxic family (Billy) 🥦 plot twist: healthy family (Reader) 💔 angst 🥺 hurt 🚫 not a lot of real comfort 💣 relationship angst 💍 established relationship 😭 breaking up - emotions are hard 🐝 oneshot 🍑 character with given nickname (Reader's sister) 🔏 not edited

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Make a Grown Man Cry

she's Queen Bee and everyone knows not to fuck with her unless they wanted a bruised ego - or bruised cheekbone when Billy finds out.

word count: 3.6k

🙊 general language and content warning 🐍 possible depiction of family angst 🧃 underage drinking 🥊 depiction of physical violence / aggression

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Cheating Billy HC

headcanons about Billy cheating on his lover, and then trying to fix it.

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Mom's Pot Roast

could you maybe write something about billy trying to self-sabotage/start a fight with the reader out of insecurity and she doesn't play along and comforts him?

word count: 1.8k+

🙊 general language and content warning ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort

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Mommy Issues

billy getting together with his s/o right before his "date" with mrs.wheeler. and while she's relieved that he didn't show up to the date she's also a really salty that Billy's giving someone else attention and not her.

word count: 3.1k+

🙊 general language and content warning ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 🍄🐍 depiction of romantic and familial angst

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The Weight of Words

about Billy with an insecure reader? like just concerning her body and stuff.

word count: 3.0k+

🙊 general language and content warning 💔 angst 🐍 toxic family 💛 requires maturity and caution

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Natural Instinct

after a fight, Billy leaves you at a gas station; and your savior arrives in a maroon BMW.

word count: 3.4k+

🙊 general language and content warning 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 is this hurt and comfort ?

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Bottom of the Barrel

reader and Billy get in a fight, Billy cheats, reader finds out, and breaks up with him. months go by and Billy’s ready to win reader back, but reader’s moved on and is doing better.

word count: 2.4k+

🙊 general language and content warning 💔 angst 🥺 hurt, 🚫 NO (real) comfort 🍄 toxic relationship 🔏 barely edited

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hiiii, if u have time can you do billy and reader running away back to california together after high school, maybe the reader decides to go to college there?? reader isn’t from there but they both just want to escape to somewhere.

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When The World Seems So Cruel

Billy knows something's bothering his girl, so, he follows his instincts and checks on her - family, friends, and slutty cheerleaders in bikinis be damned.

word count: 5.1k+

🙊 general language and content warning 💦 smut 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and SMALL comfort 🐍 toxic family 🥊 depiction of physical violence or aggression (background, but still)

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What Goes Around, Comes Around

Billy's known for his temper and being obsessed with his pretty little girlfriend - which gets her severely injured by his past transgressions.

word count: 6.7k+

🎭 drama 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 HURT and small comfort 💣 relationship angst 💍 established relationship 🙊 general language and content warning 🍄 toxic relationship 🥊 depiction of physical violence and / or aggression 🩸 depiction of injury and blood 🥂 alcohol consumption 💛 requires extreme maturity and caution 🔏 barely edited

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Talk Shit, Get Hit

your high school bully picks the wrong day to taunt you and it's up to an equally hotheaded Billy to calm you down. call it irony.

word count: 5.4k+

🎭 drama 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 💍 established relationship 🐝 stand-alone / oneshot 🙊 general language and content warning 🚬 brief illicit material use 🐍 toxic family / family angst 🥊 depiction of violence and / or aggression 🩸 depiction of injury and blood

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Max Dating a Girly!girlfriend HCs

headcanons about Max dating a sweet, girly girl.

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Unrequited Love

little lady loves her bestie!Max, but fears telling the truth.

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In This World, It's Just Us

dialogue prompts #95, #102, and #103.

word count: 1.3k+

💔 angst 🌈 internalized homophobia

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sweet, silly drunk Reader with Steve, Eddie, and Billy

sweetness about the boys with their lover being drunk.

🧃 underaged drinking 🧸 cutie fluff 🐑 cutie filler

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[dakotalun]

You Belong With Me | Eddie Munson

pairing: Modern!Eddie Munson X Fem Reader

summary: Part 2--Eddie gets a special visit...but it hurts more than it helps.

warnings: drug use, language, mentions of cheating, sad Eddie

word count: 4.2k

a/n: I've estimated about 7 or so parts to this series and I will be working on them for the next couple of weeks.

*******NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO OWNERS*******

“Yeah I’m coming!” Eddie says from his room, getting up from his bed and pressing the butt of his blunt into the ashtray on the nightstand. He had been laying in bed, listening to Ozzy, smoking and drinking a beer after he got back from the basketball game a little while ago.

He was pissed at you for yelling at him earlier and bailing on him when it was so out of character for you to do so. But it was nice just sitting under the bleachers alone, oogling the love of his life. Another knock comes as he exits his room, “I said I’m coming-” He swings the front door open and it reveals a sad and red eyed Chrissy.

“Shit Chrissy, are- are you okay?” Eddie steps aside and allows her to enter the trailer.

“Hey Eddie. Sorry to just come over unannounced and all,” Her voice is strained but steady, as if she’s used to speaking after crying.

“No no it’s fine. What’s going on?” He walks over to the couch and sits down, Chrissy following after.

“Jason and I got into a big fight after the game tonight,” Eddie’s ears burn at the thought of Jason being a dick to such a sweet girl then return to normal after thinking about the fight he just had with you, “And I couldn’t be around him anymore so I went for a walk. I thought about things on the way then noticed that I was almost to here and decided to stop by.”

Eddie’s surprised at the words coming from her. She thought of him and decided to stop by, could this be his lucky day?

“Aw I’m sorry that sucks. What can I do to help? Do you need me to go beat him up? Cause I will, I’ll do it right now.” His tone is upbeat and happy but he means every word.

A smile creeps onto Chrissy’s face showing her perfect teeth, “No, no. Nothing like that. I was just wondering if you could, um,” She hesitates, nervous to ask the question.

Eddie puts a reassuring hand on her knee, this being the second time in 2 weeks that they’ve touched. “I’ll do anything, just say the word.” His doe eyes wide and full of truth.

“Can I get some weed or pills or something? I’ve not been in the best headspace lately and I just need something to take the edge off.”

Those were not the words he thought she would say, not in a million years. His face grows warm, nervous about selling to Hawkin’s most famous IT girl. He needs the money but he feels bad for taking it from her, she doesn’t look like she’s taken anything stronger than a baby aspirin in her life, and now she wants weed or pills.

“Are- are you sure? Have you ever smoked before?” She shakes her head, “I know I said anything but I don’t know if I can,”

“Oh,” Her head falls down, clearly disappointed at his words, “That’s okay. It was stupid for me to come here anyway. I’ll get out of your hair, let you get back to whatever you were doing.” She stands up, hands running over her short skirt, both out of nervousness and to cover her ass.

Eddie shoots up quickly not wanting her to leave, “Wait! I mean if you really want some weed then I’ll give you some but on one condition.”

Her baby blue irises meeting his dark brown ones, liek two oceans colliding, “What condition?”

“You gotta smoke it with me. Can’t have you choking to death after taking one puff incorrectly, so? We gotta deal?” He holds his hand out for her to shake, needing another form of touch with her.

“Deal.” Her tiny hand is engulfed in his, the warmth of her skin seeping into his palm.

Eddie tells Chrissy to stay in the living room while he goes and gets a joint and lighter from his room. Returning only a few seconds later he plops down on the couch, exhaling a loud sigh.

“So I’ll start it off for you then I’ll show you how to take a hit correctly,” Chrissy nods at his words.

Eddie puts the blunt into his mouth, cupping his free hand around it to shield the imaginary wind as he lights it, taking a few short puffs just to get it started for her. Once he’s satisfied with his work he pulls it from his lips and hands it to her.

Chrissy looks at it weirdly, not even knowing how to hold it. Eddie notices this and opts to just guide the butt just past her lips, her strawberry lipgloss covering the paper. She looks at him every step of the way, not wanting to do it wrong.

“Alright now all you’re gonna do is breathe in slowly,” She follows his words, taking a slow, deep breathe in, “Good. Good, now,” He pulls his fingers and the blunt away from her lips, “Hold it in for a second until you start to feel that burn in your chest, then exhale.”

She holds for a short second before falling into a coughing fit. Eddie goes to rub her back, soothing the burn he knows all too well from his past. She takes a little to regain her barings again before sitting back up and leaning into the worn out couch.

“Okay that is not as easy as you make it look,” Her voice is hoarse, which Eddie only finds attractive.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, the more you do it the less it hurts,” He takes a long hit, letting the smoke fill his lungs for far too long.

“Okay then, guess I’ll have to try again then,” Eddie just nods and takes another hit before handing it back to her. She follows his steps the same way, only this time she isn’t coughing up a lung.

“Nice job. You’re a natural.” Eddie smiles and the two of them sit there just enjoying the peace and sharing a smoke.

Once it’s down to its last little bit, Eddie puts it out and leans deep into the couch, spreading his legs wide in the process. He lays his arms over the back and looks up at the ceiling. He’s always loved doing this after a good smoke, just sitting there, staring at the ceiling and allowing his mind to wander and eventually go blank.

Chrissy is sitting beside him still, more relaxed than before which brings a smile to Eddie’s lips. The room has been quiet for a while and Chrissy has a question that she’s been meaning to ask.

“So, why do you do it?” SHe says after clearing her throat a little.

“Do what?” He doesn’t look at her, still focused on the ceiling above.

“Why do you act the way you do? Why play that game and listen to that music? You do realize it’s not normal right?” This catches his attention, he brings his head up to look at her, her eyes drifting from his face to her lap where she fiddles with her hands.

“Why are you with Jason when you know he’s sleeping with half the girls at the school?” Eddie’s feeling feisty now, not pleased with the sudden line of questioning.

“I asked you first.” Chrissy retorts back.

“I don’t know what you mean. I act the way I do because that’s who I am, and I play D&D because I find it fun and thrilling. Being normal ’s just not for me, trust me on this one sweetheart.”

“But it could be. If you tried, then you wouldn’t have everyone staring at you and calling you a freak.”

“Yeah but you forget one thing,” Eddie’s sitting up right now, hands on his knees as he gets closer to her. Her eyes are looking at him again, scanning his face quickly, almost worry in her eyes.

“What’s that?” Chrissy’s voice is small and weak, Eddie’s presence now intimidating as he gets right up in her face, a mere inch apart.

“I don’t give a damn what people think.” Chrissy is staring into his eyes now, completely locked in and focused. 

“Your turn, why Jason?” Eddie really is curious as to why she’s with him, and he know’s it can’t only be for the social status, “And don’t say because he’s captain of the laundry basket game.”

“It’s called basketball and I wasn’t going to say that. I like him because he’s sweet and kind and always does the best for others.”

Eddie can’t believe the words she just used to describe him, “Jason? Like Jason Carver, the one who bullies me relentlessly and judges people if they breathe the wrong way? That Jason?”

“Yes Eddie, that Jason.” 

“But how?”

“I know he’s not the best to be around during school but that’s just because his dad is a jackass who won’t get off his back about basketball and his grades. He’s stressed all the time and just needs a break. And when he’s with me he’s thi sweet guy who doesn’t care what others think, just wanting to be the best he possibly can be.”

Eddie looks at her, mouth wide like a fish that’s trying to get air after being pulled from the water. Never in his 20 years of life did he think that he would hear someone say those things about Jason, especially in his trailer! It felt like an out of body experience.

“Can I ask you another question?” Chrissy is looking at him, ignoring the stunned expression.

“Uh sure. But this is the last one.”

“What’s up with you and y/n?” “Nothing, why?” The hair on the back of Eddie’s neck stand up at the mention of you.

“I didn’t se her with you today at the game and I was just curious. I mean you two are always together, even Jason and I don’t spend that much time together. Guess you guys just have a good relationship.”

“Woah woah woah. Y/n and I aren’t in a relationship. She’s just a friend.”

Chrissy gives him a quizzical look, not fully believing him, “Uh huh, so you guys just carpool together and walk to classes together and eat lunch together because you’re friends?”

“Yes. We do,” Eddie sits up straighter now, feeling like he has to assert dominance in this situation.

“Okay then. I was just wondering,” Chrissy is looking directly in his eyes now, analyzing the vast space of his irises.

His eyes are cool and calm, whilst hers are wide and a little curious. Eddie’s gaze dips from hers to her lips then back up again. Her lipgloss is pretty much gone, most of it on the end of the discarded blunt. They are soft and pink, not at all chapped and worn like his.

Eddie’s feeling bold and a little angry right now. Bold from the weed and angry at you for not believing that he could have Chrissy if he wanted to, so his next moves weren’t quite thought out. So before either of them knows it his lips are on hers. Chrissy gasps into the kiss, it quickly being muffled by his mouth. She knows she should pull away, she knows she shouldn’t be kissing anyone other than Jason, especially Eddie “The Freak” Munson, but his lips taste different and the way he holds himself is in high contrast from Jason.

So she leans in a little, giving back to what Eddie is giving her. They kiss for what feels like forever to Eddie but in actuality it was only a few seconds before she pulls away.

“I-” Chrissy tries to speak but the words fall silent on her tongue before she can even get them out.

“Shit, I’ve been wanting to do that for so fucking long. It’s even better than I imagined,” Eddie has his world famous grin on, happy to have finally made a move on his dream girl. He starts to lean back in for another kiss when one of Chrissy’s small hands touch his chest, pushing him back.

“What? What’s wrong?” Eddie’s concerned now.

“It’s, um, it’s Jason. I can’t do this to him.”

“But the guy is a jerk, you can do better than him,” Eddie puts his hand over the one onhis chest, “I can treat you better than he can.”

Her eyes are still downcast, not even daring a quick glace up to his. She slips her hand out from under his, letting it fall into her lap again. “Eddie I’m sorry. Really I am, but I can’t. I love him, and he loves me.”

The words are like acid to Eddie’s ears, his face burning at the sound. His body goes numb as he falls back into the couch. Chrissy is talking but he can’t understand her, being rejected is already too much to bear.

“You should go.” His voice is cold, harsh; he barely recognizes it himself.

“Yeah, um okay.” She gets up, gethers her things then rushes out the door. The sound loudly reverberating off the walls of the tin can Eddie calls a home.

He sits there. For a good 10 minutes he just sits there, thinking. Thinking about how he just kissed his dream girl, about how her lips felt on his, how good her lipgloss tasted on his tongue, how much he wishes it could’ve lasted longer, how he hates himself to doing it in the first place.

Eddie’s been dreaming of that moment since he was in 7th grade. He hoped she would be his first, in everything; first girlfriend, first kiss, first to have sex with him-he hoped for it all. Now he’s left sitting here, rejected and cold and alone.

What makes him feel worse is that he can’t even go talk to the one person he knows would make him feel better because she’s mad at him for something she was ultimately right about. He just wishes he could take this entire day back and start over.

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All night you had been laying in bed and wracking your brain for all the possible ways to make it up to Eddie. Going through all these years of friendship the two of you share, thinking of all the things Eddie loves; weed, horror movies, milkshakes from Jay’s Diner, and the cookies you make.

You get up from your bed, the bright light of the rising sun peaking through your curtains. You could only sleep for a few hours that night, too afraid that you had ruined your best friendship. Throwing the blankets off yourself you get ready for the day, choosing comfort more than style.

An hour later you are standing in front of Eddie’s trailer, cookies and milkshakes in hand as you carry a bag of all his favorite horror movies you had just gotten from Family Video. You clock that Wayne’s truck is still outside even though he is normally on his way to work by now, but you don’t pay much attention to it as you knock on the door.

You wait for a few seconds and then are faced with the older man with salt and pepper hair.

“Hi Wayne.” You greet with a smile on your face.

“Hey honey, you here for Ed?” He moves aside to let you in.

“Yeah we uh got into a little fight last night and I wanted to check in on him. Brought milkshakes and cookies.” You hold up the items in your hand. Wayne smiles at your gesture, one Eddie would be sure to love as well.

“He’s been real upset today. Hasn’t said a word to me since I got back from work this morning, rarely comin’ outta that room a his.”

You’re confused for a minute at his words. Eddie seemed mad at you sure but to go as far as to lock himself in his room all day, that was dramatic, even gor him. The look on your face must’ve clued Wayne in on the fact that you had no clue what he was talking about.

“If ya don’t mind, may I ask what you fought about?” HE rubs the back of his neck, a thing Eddie does when he too is nervous, “Possibly get an idea as to why he’s like this.”

“Well he wanted to go to the basketball game last night but I wasn’t feeling up for it. I had tried a few times to tell him I didn’t wanna go but he’s a stubborn one,” Wayne nods his head and smiles a little, “I let my anger get to me and accidentally yelled at him, saying things I did and didn’t mean. But I didn’t think he would be that mad about it, not enough to lock himself inside for hours.”

The two of you standing there in silence, contem,plating all the other reasons for Eddie’s behavior today. The older man looks at his watch then sighs, knwoing it’s time to go to work but not wanting to leave his nephew.

“Go ahead. I’ll see if I can get to him, I’ll call you about what happened later.” Wayne gives you a reassuring smile and a squeeze on the arm before heading out the door and to his late night job.

You take a deep breath in and out, calming your nerves. You set the milkshakes into the freezer, not wanting them to melt as the two of you talked before heading down the short hallway to the metalhead’s room.

It’s rare to see Eddie’s door closed, always an open book in his own house. You knock on his door 3 times, a special order to them, signaling that it was you who was outside of it. Eddie was the one who suggested the two of you got a secret knock, being that both of your parental figures tended to just walk in unannounced and without warning.

The knock was short and sweet, something easy to remember. Eddie was the one who used it most, knocking on your window late at night to steal you away for a night drive or a smoke sesh. 

There is no response from Eddie, so you try the knock again, hoping he just didn’t hear you the thifrst time. Nothing, no response.

“Ed? You okay in there? Wayne said you haven’t left there all day.” You try and keep your voice neutral, not showing the hurt from deep inside that this might be your fault, “Look if this is about out fight last night I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I wasn’t in the right head space and I really shouldn’t’ve talked to you that way.” Still nothing, not even the shifting of sheets could be heard.

“I brought some movies and cookies. Oh and that milkshake you love so much from Jay’s.” You start to get worried now, Eddie has never been this quiet in his life, “Eddie please talk to me. I really didn’t mean to say those things about you and I take back every word. If you really, truly love Chrissy then I will support you. I just don’t want you to get hurt is all, I love you and hate seeing you like this.”

At the mention of Chrissy, Eddie’s heart constricted thinking about what happened last night. And for the first time all day, he speaks.

“It’s not your fault,” The words are soft, the sound in his voice coming out strained.

“Are you sure? I know I was harsh and I take full responsibility for your emotions and my actions. Can I come in? I kinda feel like I need to say this to your face.” You pause a moment, waiting for something, anything. Then you hear the small *click* of his door being unlocked. You open it and gasp at the sight in front of you.

Eddie is laying on his bed, blankets wrapped tightly around him as tissues surround and litter the the places around him. He was crying.

“Shit.” You say under your breath. There is soft music playing in the back ground, you recognize the song to be K. by Cigarettes After Sex. You know the song is on his sad playlist, one he rarely listened to that you knew of. So for him to be listening to it right now is startling.

“Eds?” You walk into the rom fully now, setting the cookies and movies down on the floor by the door. You take a few steps towards his bed, his back is turned to you.

“Eddie, what’s wrong?” You’re now at the edge of his bed, wanting more than anything for him to turn around and look at you. He just lays there, his breathing moving his chest up and down slowly.

“I fucked up.”

“Huh?” You weren’t even sure he said anything that’s how quietly he said it.

“I fucked up, badly.” He turns around now, showing you the aftermath of his endless crying all night. His eyes are puffy and red, tear lines stain his face as a little bit of snot if still lingering on his nose.

You’ve never, ever seen Eddie cry out of sadness before, happiness, excitement, pleasure, sure but not sadness and it worried you to your core to know who or what did this to him. You take a seat on his bed, placing a hand on his thigh, the layers of blankets stopping any sort of heat of his to tough yours.

“What happened? Why do you think you fucked up?”

“Chrissy came by last night…” That’s when your ears perked up, so this was her fault huh? “She wanted drugs but I wasn’t sure she should do them alone since I figured she’s never done them before. Being miss popular “good girl” and all.”

Eddie sits up now, clearing his throat as you just sit there, leting him talk. “I offered to sit with her and teacher her how to smoke properly as to not hurt herself, you know?” You only nod, “Well we were sitting there a few minutes just passing it back and forth, talking occasionally until she asked me a question.”

“Which was?”

“Why do you act the way you do? It seemed harmless at the time, just something that one would ask the town freak,” Your heart pangs at the name he calls himself, “I retorted with a question of my own, following in her line of questioning. Everything was good, then she looked at me. Like really looked at me and I couldn’t hold back anymore, after what you said and the way she just seemed so damn pretty even after coming here with tears staining her face. I kissed her.”

Your eyes went wide. He kissed her. Eddie kissed Chrissy. Eddie Munson and Chrissy Cunningham kissed. The “town freak” and the “cheery good girl” of Hawkins kissed. No matter what way you put it nothing changed. The boy you love, are in love with kissed someone else, someone who had a boyfriend who despised Eddie.

You’re silent, not even breathing as Eddie stares at you, “We only kissed for a few seconds but it was great, her lips were soft and sweet. I wanted to stay like that forever, I could’ve if she didn’t pull away. She told me it was wrong and she couldn’t do it, Jason being the one she loved, even though I know for a fact that he’s fucking other girls around the school.”

The words and thoughts of Eddie kissing Chrissy still heaven’t left your brain, you needed to get them out. “So that’s why you’ve been in here all day. Cause Chrissy rejected you? Not our fight?” You needed a clear answer.

“Yeah. I mean part of it was because we fought, but only a small part, most being because of the kiss.” His eyes are on his lap, where he messes with the chunky rings adorning them. You place your hand over his, stopping th nervous tick.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay. You’ll find someone else who doesn’t have a dickwad for a boyfriend and who loves you just as much as you do them and you’ll be happy. I promise,” Clearly you were talking about yourself but he didn’t need to know that. He gives you a smile and pulls you in for a hug, squeezing tightly.

“Thanks sweetheart. You always know what to say to cheer me up.”

“I’ll always be there for you Ed, you know that.” The two of you break apart, you missing the warmth of his body against yours all too much.

“Did I hear something about horror movies and milkshakes?” You laugh at his change in conversation.

“Yes you did. I went to Jay’s earlier to get your favorite, which I still don’t get ow you can drink a birthday cake milkshake but I still bought it.” You stand from his bed, extending your hand out to im, “Let’s get you out of here, watch some movies and eat a shit ton of unhealthy foods.”

Eddie takes your hand without even taking a second thought, letting you lull him to his couch in the other room. The two of you sit there for the rest of the night, watching movies, eating cookies and drinking milkshakes. Everything was back to normal, almost.

Your heart still beat for Eddie but you knew now that you couldn’t do anything to pursue it, knowing it would only confuse and hurt him more. So for now you would stay an arm's length away, letting him pull you in whatever direction he wanted, a smile plastered to your face the entire way.

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[steddieas-shegoes]

frankie

for @corrodedcoffinfest prompt 'freak'

rated t | 930 words | cw: temporary character death | tags: canon-adjacent events, frankie pov, eddie munson lives

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Frankie doesn't think he's a freak. He knows he's not the typical teenager, but he definitely knows there's weirder dudes out there.

Take Eddie Munson, for example. He's fuckin' weird.

He knows people call him a freak for a lot of reasons: he's got long hair, likes heavy metal, plays DnD, and is allegedly queer.

Frankie stays under the radar as much as possible, but he ends up at Eddie's table, sitting next to his one and only friend, Jeff. Eddie's starting a DnD club, needs people who are serious about playing long campaigns. He's a senior and "wants to leave a legacy."

Jeff convinces him to try it out.

He tries it out.

He has fun.

He becomes a freak, too.

And, actually, Eddie isn't really a freak. He's eccentric, sure, but he's definitely not what everyone implies when they call him that.

He's kind in his own way, inviting to people where most other kids at school have their cliques and don't let anyone else in. He's funny, too, sometimes completely unintentionally.

His Uncle is nice enough to let them use their trailer for campaigns, at least until Eddie is able to convince the school to let them use the storage room in the auditorium. They have to fight for space, especially when it comes time for the end of year drama club performance.

Frankie doesn't think much about what will happen when Eddie graduates. He assumed Jeff will run the club since he's Eddie's right hand man.

But Eddie doesn't graduate.

Frankie starts to get into the same music as him, no longer worried about wearing his Black Sabbath shirt to school. It's just music.

He doesn't worry about shaving his head, letting his natural curls grow out a little.

Maybe he's more of a freak than he thought, but it doesn't bother him when he hears others whisper it under their breath. Eddie wears it like a badge of honor, and now he does too.

****

When the news reports that Eddie is the suspect in the murder of Chrissy Cunningham, Frankie knows they've got it wrong.

Eddie is a lot of things, he's a freak, he's different. But he's not a murderer.

He's also gay as fuck, and while very few people know that, Frankie knows he had no intentions with that girl other than to sell to her. Maybe he should have been more careful, but he's gotten away with it this long. Eddie never pushes anything on anyone, only sells to those who seek him out, so there's no way she wasn't the one who wanted drugs.

It seemed to Frankie like a wrong place, wrong time situation for all involved.

Eddie was missing, which means he got scared and ran, and Frankie isn't sure what that means for any of them.

Everything is hanging in a weird balance for days.

Gareth swears he saw him in an RV when his parents dragged him to The War Zone, but no one believed him. Frankie didn't not believe him, he just figured Eddie was probably already out of the state.

Guilty people may run, but so do innocent people with a bounty on their head.

***

Frankie doesn't think Eddie is coming back.

He sees Dustin crying and handing Wayne something. He sees Steve Harrington of all people in Eddie's vest, a vest that now has some suspicious stains on it.

No one mentions him for a while.

Gareth is a mess, and Jeff keeps saying that he'll come back, but the news spreads that he's dead and Frankie feels like he's the only one who is taking that seriously. He doesn't realize how much he's hurting until they're standing in Jeff's garage with no idea how to fill the space Eddie left in the band.

"I think we should have auditions," Jeff says quietly.

"I think you should fuck yourself," Gareth bites back.

Jeff sighs. Gareth crosses his arms.

"I think you guys should come with me," Lucas interrupts from the driveway.

They go with him because Frankie is sure he wouldn't have even spoken to them if it wasn't important. They barely talked since everything happened over Spring Break, but now that school's starting up again, they'll need to figure out Hellfire Club.

He leads them out of the neighborhood and towards the neighborhood at the bottom of the hill: Loch Nora. The nice neighborhood.

It's hot and Frankie and Gareth are both sweating by the time they make it to their destination: Steve Harrington's house.

"You guys can't say shit to anyone, got it? You'll put us all at risk." Lucas is glaring at all of them as he knocks in a very specific pattern on the front door.

"Are you leading us to our deaths?" Frankie asks, only half-joking.

"Despite what Mayfield thinks, I'm not gonna kill anyone."

"Eddie!" Gareth yells as he runs past Frankie and Jeff into the house.

"Alright, keep it down." Steve says from the couch. "Neighbors don't need to know he's hiding out here."

"Holy shit, it's good to see you," Jeff finally says as it registers that Eddie is actually in front of them.

"You know, I was prepared to take on the role of freak," Frankie said quietly. "Just to protect all your sheepies."

Eddie smiled at him. "Yeah?"

Frankie nodded.

"Well, you still can. I'm not gonna go back to school anyway."

"So what will you do?" Frankie asked.

"Not sure," Eddie shrugged. "Teach you my ways, I guess."

Frankie smiled at him. "First lesson: how'd you come back from the dead, dude?"

[andvys]

We'll burn the sky | part twelve

Warnings: 18+, angst, mentions of drugs, mentions of death, unrequited feelings, smut, eddie and steve touch reader together , Steve manhandling reader a little, kinda threesome vibes

Pairings: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Rockstar!fem!reader | Steve Harrington x fem!reader | slight Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Word count: 10k+

Summary: Your trust issues and insecurities come to haunt you, yet again.

@mysticmunson thank you for your big help, love🥺

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Eddie stares at you in confusion, the anxious look in your eyes worries him but your question irritates him, why would you even ask him that?

“Answer the question, Eddie,” you whisper, pleading with your eyes. 

He rubs his forehead, “no! I’m not using drugs, you know that! You know everything about me!” he exclaims, throwing his hands up. 

You lower your head, unable to look into his confused eyes any longer. Gone is the softness in them. 

“No drugs at all? No cocaine o-or heroin?” 

Your voice is so quiet he is almost unable to hear. He steps closer to you again, placing his hands on your cold cheeks, he tilts your head up, his eyes meet your glassy and pain filled ones. 

He shakes his head, “no, I’m not using any of that shit. I-I used to sell it, probably still have some shit at home but I never used cocaine or heroin. I won’t lie to you, I tried other stuff but no hard drugs,” his eyes shift a little but you don’t miss the look of shame in his eyes. 

You believe him. 

And you feel awful for even considering her words but the moment those words left her lips, you froze and the fear took over and when Chrissy told you that you would find Eddie the way you found your dad, you just felt overwhelmed and scared. 

Pictures of Eddie laying lifeless in your arms flooded your mind and it broke your heart, you would not survive it. 

“Okay,” you whisper, closing your eyes, the feeling of his hands on you, giving you the comfort that you so desperately need right now. You want him to pull you into his arms the way he did before. 

“Why did you even ask me this question?” 

Upon opening your eyes, you notice the way he looks at you, the way his brows are pulled together and his chest rises up and down heavier than before. 

Suddenly, his touch feels cold and you are back to worrying again. Will he feel betrayed? 

You open your mouth and begin to explain yourself nervously and yes, he does feel betrayed, the moment you mention her name, his eyes flash with betrayal, anger and sadness. 

His brown eyes fill with tears, he shakes his head softly, taking a step back from you, he drops his hands and the moment his hands leave your cheek, you panic. 

“Eddie-”

“No,” he whispers angrily, “you believed her?”

You shake your head, heart dropping to your stomach when he pushes your hand away. 

“I-I was worried.”

“You know me, y/n. We’ve spent every fucking minute together ever since we went on tour, when have you ever seen me doing any of that shit?” 

He is right but he doesn’t understand it. He doesn’t understand why you are so worried, why you reacted the way that you did. Eddie doesn’t know about your dad, Chrissy knows, Jason knows, Steve knows now but Eddie doesn’t. 

His shoulders slump and his voice cracks a little when he says your name. His heart twists in his chest when he looks at you. Right here, right now, you look so broken. Eyes filled with so much fear and worry, your bottom lip is quivering and you are trying not to cry. You look scared and haunted. He wants nothing more than to pull you into his arms but he can’t.

You will never trust him again, he knew that already and he thought that he was okay with it but he isn’t. 

He is hurt and upset, you believed her without talking to him about it first. You believed the girl that lied to him, that used and manipulated him for two whole years. He saw the accusing look in your eyes when you asked him that question and it angers him so deeply. 

“You will never trust me or believe me again, huh?” 

“It’s not that, Eddie.”

“Then what is it, y/n?” he asks. 

You want to tell him everything but you can’t, you are frozen in place. You have never talked about it before, not to anyone. You just can’t. Just thinking about it makes you feel sick, it brings all the emotions back you have felt that night when you lost your dad. 

You pulled the needle out of his skin, you tried to shake him awake even though you already knew it was no use, he was gone, his eyes were empty, his skin was cold, he was no longer there. You held him in your arms the whole night, you were frozen and couldn’t move just like now as you stand in front of Eddie, you are frozen in place as you look into his brown eyes. 

You love him more than you have loved anyone else before, a life without him seems like a meaningless one. You can’t lose him, you can’t leave him, you want him and you need him more than anything. 

But right now, he is slipping through your fingers and there is nothing you can do about it. 

Does he hate you for believing her? Right now, it looks like it. You feel like a goddamn fool, how could you believe the girl that abused him emotionally? She got under your skin the way she got under his skin. 

He scoffs at you, “fuck this.” 

Eddie turns around and walks away from you, leaving you standing in the empty parking lot at the motel. 

Tears blur your vision, your heart aches. Eddie never walked away from you, he never said things like this to you, he was never angry with you. 

“Eddie,” you cry, “p-please don’t go.” 

He stops walking and turns back around, pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighs deeply, “go inside, y/n,” he points to your room. 

You shake your head and walk towards him, taking his hand in yours, you look at him but he doesn’t look at you, you whisper his name. 

This is what he wanted, your touch, the way you whisper his name so softly, you asking him to stay, he wants this, he wants you but right now, he is upset and hurt. 

He squeezes your hand and begins to walk, practically dragging you up the stairs. You don’t speak, you don’t ask him any questions, you just follow him and hope that he won’t leave. 

You can’t be alone tonight, you can’t be without him tonight but the moment you unlock the door and step into the dark room, Eddie tries to close it, from the other side. Furrowing your brows in panic and confusion, you grab the door handle and stop him from closing it. 

“Please don’t leave me.” 

Your voice is so small and shaky. He cannot stand the look in your eyes, the tears and the pain, it breaks his heart. 

His gaze softens, he blinks, shaking his head. He is hurting you, he is breaking your heart yet again but he is too angry, too upset to see it. 

“I need you,” you whisper as your tears fall. Your heart is racing, a hollow feeling takes over your chest and stomach as you look at him, “please Eddie,” you beg as you stare into his dark eyes. 

Your breathing quickens and the bile rises in your throat, you are so scared. 

Deep down he already knows that this moment, the look in your eyes will come to haunt him and yet, he shuts the door and walks away from you. 

He already hates himself and everything inside of him screams at him to turn back, to apologize for leaving and pull you into his arms. His heart aches weirdly and angry tears fall down his cheeks. 

The look on your face tore his heart apart, the fear and the pain. You were worried about him, you were scared that he was doing something that harms him but all he could think about was that you were angry with him, that you were accusing him, that you believed the things she said to you. 

But why out of all things, that she accused him of doing drugs? And why did it upset you as much as it did? 

Eddie walks down the stairs, still huffing angrily, wiping away the tears that keep falling. He walks through the snowy parking lot, looking back to see that your lights are still turned off. 

He can’t do this.

You looked so sad, so broken and hurt. Your eyes were filled with fear, you are worried about him, that’s why you believed her, you worry about him, you always do. It’s not the first time, he caught you looking at him like that, like you are scared that he will disappear any moment and now there was such terror in your eyes, it even left him feeling scared. 

He halts in his tracks, closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath. 

He can’t walk away from you. 

So he turns back around, heart suddenly feeling heavier than ever, especially when he stands in front of your door again. It bursts open the moment he knocks on it and the sight of you crying harder than ever, makes him want to crumble to his knees and beg for forgiveness, for leaving and hurting you again. 

Your eyes are wide open, cheeks wet from the tears that don’t seem to stop falling, without a second thought, he grabs you and pulls you into his arms. You immediately wrap your arms around him and lay your head on his chest as you start sobbing. He closes his eyes, trying to stop his own tears. 

He holds you the way he was supposed to hold you the night you found out about her, when you cried in the room next to his. 

“I’m here,” he whispers into your hair as he holds you tightly. 

Suddenly, he feels relieved that he didn’t leave. The sound of your sobs and the feeling of you clinging to him as though you are scared that he might vanish any second, breaks his heart. 

You stand in the same spot for what feels like forever, you breathe in his scent, feel his beating heart beneath your hand, the feeling of his hand stroking your back mending your broken heart a little. 

He kisses the top of your head and squeezes your arms. 

Once you have calmed down a little, you pull back a little and raise your head to look at him. 

Eddie’s heart squeezes in his chest when his eyes meet your soft ones. 

“Eddie–”

“Don’t,” he whispers, bringing his hands up to cup your cheeks, he wipes your tears away and leans down to kiss your forehead, “I don’t want to talk about it, right now.” 

“But I’m sorry,” you whisper. 

He sighs, he is still hurt and upset.

“I don’t know why you would even believe her,” he mumbles, eyes still flashing with anger and hurt, “I’m still pissed but I didn’t want to leave you.” 

You nod in understanding but you can’t help but frown. 

Despite the anger that he is still feeling, he leans down to kiss your cheek, making your heart jump in your chest, “I’m sorry for leaving.” 

You try to give him a small smile but he can see the sadness in your eyes.

“You came back,” you shrug. That’s what matters. “Will you stay?” 

He shakes his head, furrowing his brows, he eyes you in concern, “I need some time to think, if that’s okay?”

You look down to hide the disappointment in your eyes but Eddie tilts your head up again, “hey, look at me, sweetheart,” he whispers, “I want you, fuck, I want you so bad and absolutely nothing could change that.” 

“Okay,” you whisper, placing your hand over his, you squeeze it, “can you stay with me until I fall asleep?” 

He smiles a little, his heart flutters. 

“Of course.” 

“Thank you,” you whisper, “I’m gonna take a shower, real quick.” 

“Okay, I’ll wait here for you,” he whispers, pointing to the bed. 

“Okay.” 

Watching you getting ready for bed is something Eddie had missed. It’s been so long since he held you in his arms at night, it’s tempting to stay here with you, hold you and not let you go but he is still upset and angry, he doesn’t want to scare you away with it. 

But he holds you in his arms, letting you snuggle up to him, for the first time in a long time, his heart feels whole again. The feeling of your warm body pressed against his makes him feel at peace. 

He breathes in the scent of your shampoo and your body wash, strawberry and vanilla, you haven’t changed that. He watches you sleep for a while, brushing away your freshly washed hair, kissing your soft cheek. 

He admires you and stays for longer than necessary. 

‘You can leave once I’m asleep.’ 

You fell asleep an hour ago but he couldn’t bring himself to leave. He missed you so much. 

Your reaction earlier still puzzles him, why were you so scared? 

He remembers the interview in Indianapolis, the question you have gotten about your dad, about the drugs and the alcohol and he begins to wonder if what they asked was true? Is that why you were so freaked out about the possibility of him taking drugs? 

What would you do if he said yes, I am taking drugs? Would you be disgusted by him? Would you freak out even more? He wonders. Luckily, he doesn’t have to find out, he is not using any drugs. 

Eddie tucks you in carefully, pulling the blanket up higher, he kisses your forehead one more time, caressing your cheek. 

“Goodnight, my love.”

-

You wake up to an empty bed, the dingy motel room feels colder than usual. Rubbing your eyes, you look around. He left, he told you he would and yet you can’t help but feel disappointed. 

You sit up and wrap the blanket tighter around your body. Reaching for the TV remote on the nightstand, your eyes fall on the note, recognizing his hand writing right away, you pick it up. 

‘You know where to find me’ 

- Eddie 

Smiling, you hold the note in your hand, staring at it until you get interrupted by the telephone ringing, your heart jumps at the shrill sound. 

“Jesus,” you mumble, placing your hand on your chest. You reach for the phone, picking it up in confusion, “hello?”

“Good morning!” 

You peek at the clock, it’s 8:17 am in the morning. For someone who spent the night drinking and clearly staying at the hideout longer than you, Robin is already in a cheerful mood. 

“Morning,” you chuckle, “what’s up, Robin?” 

“Get ready, we’re gonna have a girls day,” she says, “I refuse to let you stay even a single day in that ugly motel room.” 

Smiling, you remove the blanket and sit up straighter, “just us two?” 

“No, we’re going shopping with Max, El and Nancy.” 

“Nancy?” you ask, “as in, Steve’s ex, Nancy?” 

“Yeah, she’s cool, don’t worry.”

“Okay.” 

“I’ll pick you up in an hour, you better be ready till then, rockstar.” 

“Yes, ma’am,” you chuckle. 

-

Now you understand why Steve was so hung up on her. Nancy Wheeler is truly something. Kind, smart, charismatic, sweet and beautiful. Her big eyes are almost puppy like, brown curls adorning her pretty face, in a way she even reminds you of Eddie even though they are nothing alike. 

You wonder if they are friends. 

You know that Steve is still friends with her and even Jonathan, the guy she left him for. You truly admire Steve and the way he is able to forgive and move on, you couldn’t do it. Especially not after loving someone as intensely as he loved her. 

But maybe it just wasn’t meant to be and he found out that the love wasn’t one to last. 

The thought makes you sad, despite what happened between you and Eddie, you want it to last but you don’t know how he feels about you, he wants you, he made that very clear but does he love you? 

Staring at Eddie’s trailer, you hear the loud music and Dustin’s laughter. While you are having a girls day, Eddie is spending the day with the boys and Steve.

You wonder if he is still upset with you, you hope not. 

“Are you excited to go back home?” 

Turning back to Nancy, you smile as you watch her eyeing you, almost nervously. 

“Honestly? No, I love being on tour, believe it or not,” you chuckle, “the guys can be annoying sometimes and sleeping on the tour bus isn’t the best but other than that, it’s fun and I kinda love it here.” 

Surprise flickers in her blue eyes, a smile tugs at her lips, “a rockstar loving a small town like Hawkins?” she asks, almost shocked. 

“Yeah, I grew up in LA, I always wondered what it’s like to live in a cute small town like this one,” you smile, “and it’s nice to see where Eddie grew up and getting to know his friends and family.” 

She nods, smiling. 

“What about you? Are you excited to be back?” you ask. 

You learned that she moved to New York with Jonathan, while she is majoring in journalism, he is majoring in photography. From what you have learned about them both, they sound like a match made in heaven. You’re glad that Steve isn’t hung up on her anymore, otherwise you would have felt bad for even thinking that. 

“Yes actually, I love New York but this is home, you know?” 

You nod, “yeah, I understand.” No, you don’t. You haven’t had a home since your dad died. 

“We will probably move back at some point.” 

“Or you could become a star journalist, I heard that your writing is pretty good,” you smile. 

She tilts her head, smiling at you, “oh?” 

“Robin told me and Will showed me a few articles you wrote for the Hawkins High newspaper, they were pretty interesting,” you chuckle, “and you wrote about Corroded Coffin, that’s pretty cool.” 

A breathy laugh falls from her lips, “thank you.” 

“You’re welcome. Maybe you’re gonna write about the band for the New York Times someday,” you shrug. 

“The New York Times?” she asks, staring at you with wide eyes, “I was thinking the Hawkins Post maybe, I’m not sure if I’ll get that far.” 

“You gotta dream bigger, Nancy.” 

She furrows her brows, staring at you with a smile on her face. 

“You’re right,” she mumbles. 

The door opens behind you, you step out of the way just as Lucas stumbles out of his girlfriend’s house with a frown on his face. You and Nancy glance at each other with amused looks on your faces. 

“But Max–” 

“Go and have your boys day, Lucas, you aren’t one of the girls!” 

“I can be one of the girls,” he grins at Max who rolls her eyes at him. 

Robin appears behind Max, throwing her arm around the younger girl’s shoulder, “really? Do you want us to paint your nails, put makeup on your face and braid your hair?” she asks sarcastically. 

Lucas’s face scrunches up in irritation, “no, thanks.” 

“Why not?” you laugh, “I think pink fingernails would look so cool on you!” 

He turns to you, frowning at your words but he smiles, “you think?” 

El giggles as she steps out with a jacket around her shoulders, “and purple eyeshadow too,” she says.

“Yeah, I have some!” Nancy chimes in with a teasing smile on her face. 

Robin and Max snort at the horrified look on Lucas’s face. 

“Y-Yeah, no I think I’m gonna hang out with the guys instead.” He says as he begins to walk backwards. 

“We’ll make sure to buy some pink stuff for you,” you wink at him. 

He groans at your words, “I prefer blue but thanks.”

“Got it,” you chuckle. 

He blows Max a kiss, “love you!” he yells before he skips towards Eddie’s trailer. 

“Aw,” you coo as you turn to look at Max, smiling at her, “you two are literally just the cutest.” 

“Right?” Robin grins, “they are my favorite couple.” 

“Mine too,” El grins at her best friend. 

Max rolls her eyes but she can’t even hide the smile on her face as she looks at all of you.

Nancys claps her hands together, “alright well, to the mall?” 

“Yes!” El says excitedly, “I haven’t been there in forever! Have you ever been to starcourt?” She asks you. 

You open your mouth to speak but Robin beats you to it, adjusting the beanie on her head as she walks out of Max’s house, stopping next to you, “of course, Steve took her shopping,” she chuckles. 

“Steve?” Nancy asks with an amused smile on her face. 

“Yeah, gave her hair advice and everything,” she chuckles. 

You eye Nancy’s reaction closely, wondering if there may be any hidden feelings that were left behind but there is no longing in her eyes, no sadness at the mention of him. 

“Sounds like Steve,” she laughs, glancing at you, “I heard you two are getting along well.” 

Suddenly you feel nervous, maybe it’s because she is his ex-girlfriend and you don’t know how she will react to you having been intimate with her ex boyfriend or maybe she already knows. There is no judgment in her eyes, only curiosity. 

“Yeah, they are basically attached to the hip now,” Robin grins, nudging your shoulder. 

You chuckle, shaking your head, “he’s cool, I like Steve.” 

“He is cool,” she says, chuckling.

“And that’s something not everyone can say about their ex-boyfriend,” Max says. 

You and Nancy are a little awkward around each other, at first at least. You figure that someone must have told her about you and Steve. While you watched her, trying to figure out if she was upset with you and your little affair with her ex-boyfriend, she watched you, trying to figure out if you are put off by her presence, considering that she used to date the guy you might be interested in. 

The other girls didn’t notice anything and if they did, they didn’t mention it. You went through five stores at the mall so far, leaving each store with a new bag around your arm. You were mostly shopping for Christmas presents, which was a little stressful considering that half of Hawkins had the same idea. 

While both you and Nancy engaged with the others ‘normally’, you only smiled at each other awkwardly ever since Steve was brought up. Opting to give short responses whenever either of you asked any questions, there weren’t any negative feelings or mean glares, just a lot of tension and awkwardness. 

Max dragged both Robin and El into the record store, leaving you and Nancy alone in the food court after you all ate lunch together. They didn’t even ask either of you if you wanted to join. 

So they did notice.  

You and Nancy avoid each other’s eyes, choosing to watch the people around you instead but that gets awkward too, especially when a few people recognize you. 

Nancy continues to sip on her coffee, taking a moment to look at you. 

She doesn’t know much about you. Mike and El talked a lot about you when she arrived from New York last night, she was excited to meet you, especially after her conversation with Steve this morning when he arrived at the trailer park at the same time as she did. 

There was a certain glint in his eyes when he mentioned you, his eyes lit up and he was excited to talk about you, a happy smile lingered on his face, that was the happiest she had seen him.

She clears her throat, placing both elbows on her table, she takes a deep breath. 

“Hey uhm, you know, if you want to be with Steve then you should totally go for it. We dated when I was a freshman in high school, that’s a long time ago, there aren’t any types of feelings anymore, I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable around me or anything,” she trails off. 

You raise your brows and raise your head to look at her, you search for the dishonesty in her eyes but there is none, a small smile is resting on her face. 

“Do you feel uncomfortable around me?” you test, still unsure about what she knows. 

Her eyes widen and she shakes her head, curls bouncing as she does so, “not at all!” she exclaims, “I just wasn’t sure how you felt about me, I don’t know what’s going on between you and Steve but when I first started dating him, I hated every girl that dated him before me,” she chuckles, rolling her eyes. 

You chuckle at her words. Understandable. 

“Don’t worry, I don’t hate you at all, just thought that you may feel weird around me,” you pause, your cheeks heat up and you avert your eyes, “I don’t know what you know but Steve and I are just–” you pause, trying to find the right words without making it awkward again. 

“Friends with benefits?” She asks, amused. 

You purse your lips, cupping your cheek as you lean your elbow on the table, “I uh.. how did you know?” 

“I didn’t,” she replies proudly as she takes another sip of her coffee, “but you just admitted it.” 

You laugh at her words, shaking your head, “see, you were born to be a journalist, no journalist has ever got me to admit anything before.” 

“Thank you,” she chuckles, “so just friends, huh?” she asks, eyes flashing with concern when she thinks about the way Steve looked when he talked about you. 

You shrug, a faint and sad smile lingering on your face, she seems concerned and sad, almost as though she knows something you don’t. 

“Yeah, why?” you ask, curiously, “d-did he say anything?” 

She blinks, blue eyes staring at you with sympathy when she sees the worry in your big eyes, “I talked to him this morning at the trailer park,” she explains, “he uh, he talked about you and seemed really happy and excited, he had that look in his eyes, so I thought that there might be more between you,” she says, “I just, I haven’t seen him like that in a long time so I thought that you two are.. dating?” 

Your heart drops and you suddenly feel like you can’t breathe. You swallow harshly, blinking as you continue to stare at her dumbfounded. You and Steve are friends, nothing more, right? 

He is your friend, you can confidently say that he is just your friend, you adore him, you feel safe with him, you like him a lot and it’s nice to be with him but that’s all, your heart belongs to another. 

But what about him? 

How does he feel about you? Are you just his friend? Or does he see you as something more? 

Steve took you out on dates, he let you wear his clothes, he let you sleep in his bed, he told you that he would date you, he asked you to spend Christmas with him and his parents, he treats you the way a.. oh god… 

You have been in a friends with benefits situation before, a guitarist from some small band in LA. You became friends, made music together and then became something more, it wasn’t anything special though. You fucked him, he fucked you, you explored each other’s bodies and experimented a little and that’s all. 

He never took you out on dates and he certainly never asked you to spend Christmas with him and his family. 

You were friends with benefits, that’s all. 

But Steve.. Oh no.. 

That sick feeling that you have felt when you found out about Chrissy is suddenly back and you feel like throwing up. 

Does he have feelings for you? God, you hope not. You like him so much and he quickly earned a place in your heart and the thought of breaking his heart makes you hate yourself. 

“Hey, are you okay?” Nancy asks in concern, placing her soft delicate hand over yours. 

You nod, forcing a smile on your face, “yeah, I’m okay,” you say, “d-do you uh wanna go look for some jewelry now?” you ask in desperation for a distraction. 

“Yes, let’s go!” 

-

After hours of playing a game, Steve never even came to like, he finally got some fresh air after dropping the boys off at their houses. As much as he tried to get into Dungeons and Dragons, he just couldn’t find himself enjoying it but it was fun to see Eddie so enthusiastic and happy to get back into the game after so long, though he wasn’t the DM this time, it’s Will. 

Instead of walking back into the trailer to help Eddie clean up, he takes a moment to take a breather. Shoving his hands into the large pockets of his jacket, he leans against his BMW and looks up, not a single star is shining in the dark evening sky tonight. He lowers his head and turns around, glancing at the empty parking lot in Max’s driveway. Nancy must have left already, he wonders if Robin left too. You are still there, he told you that he would drop you off at the motel. 

After last night, he was worried and a little on edge. He hasn’t had the chance to talk to you yet, he couldn’t ask if what Chrissy said about your dad was the truth or if she just picked out the most talked about rumor from the gossip magazines to get under your skin. 

Given your reaction and how shocked and scared you looked, he figures it was the truth. 

It must have been so hard for you to find him dead on the bathroom floor with that disgusting needle sticking in his skin.

Just the thought of it makes him feel sick, the thought of you finding him like this, the thought of you having suffered so much already. 

Steve cares about you, more so than he thought before last night and he realized it when he came home and slept in his bed without you there. 

What a fool he is, he thinks to himself. 

Of course he had to get attached to you, the girl that loves his best friend. 

The sound of the door slamming shut, startles him. He looks up, finding Eddie walking down the steps of his trailer, with a cigarette placed between his lips already, he flicks the lighter a few times, lighting the cigarette as he leans against Steve’s car as well. 

“Not your day, huh?” Eddie smirks, eying the grumpy look on Steve’s face. 

Steve scoffs, rolling his eyes at him, “you know it, this game sucks,” he grumbles.

“To you,” Eddie shrugs. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbles, looking away. 

Eddie frowns at him, tilting his head, he eyes him slowly, “what’s up with you, today? You’re acting weird.” 

“Weird?” 

“Yeah, like you’re here but at the same time you’re not.” 

Steve shudders nervously as his eyes meet Eddie’s again. 

“The game is boring.” 

Eddie chuckles, “yeah, you’ve said that before but that’s not it, you look..” he pauses, taking a drag from his cigarette, he blows out the smoke as he stares at him, “I don’t know.. sad?”

Steve scoffs, trying to force a smile on his face, he shakes his head, “I’m not sad.” 

Eddie is suspicious though, Steve is an open book to him and the sadness is written all over his face. The look of yearning and heartbreak somewhere deep in his eyes, he hasn’t seen that look ever since Nancy. 

“Wait,” he mumbles, eyes widening, “you’re not still hung up on Wheeler, are you?”

“What? No!” 

Eddie sighs in relief, the memory of Steve’s suffering after she left him is still stuck in his mind and it breaks even his heart. 

“I’m not hung up on her,” Steve chuckles, running his fingers through his hair, “she’s my friend now and I wouldn’t want it any other way.” 

There’s no dishonesty behind his words, he is saying the truth, Eddie can tell. 

“So, you’re hung up on some other girl?” Eddie asks. 

Steve’s silence is an answer itself. 

“Did some girl stand you up?” Eddie asks, still eying him warily. There is a different question lingering but he doesn’t dare to ask, it makes him nervous. 

“The only girl I’ve been with since Indianapolis was y/n,” Steve says without thinking. His breath hitches in his throat and he stiffens when he realizes what he just said. 

Eddie freezes, eyes widening and a mixture of anger and sadness flooding through him. He throws his cigarette into the snow, watching the flame die down. 

“Are you hung up on her?” Eddie asks with a hint of bitterness in his voice, one that doesn’t go unnoticed by Steve, it causes him to tense up even more. 

Steve crosses his arms over his chest, taking a deep breath, he sighs nervously as he feels his eyes on him again. 

“I-I don’t know, I didn’t want this,” he explains, trying to find the right words, “we haven’t known each other for long, can’t say I’m hung up on her but just being with her made me realize that I miss having someone, not just anyone but she’s… I don’t know.. she’s–”

“She’s amazing.” 

Steve turns to look at him, their eyes lock and for a moment, Eddie is not his friend that is standing before him, he is the man that broke your heart, the man that hurt you, the man that lied to you for so long but he is also the man that you love and there is no way that he or anyone else could ever compete with him, not that he wants to. You and Steve are nothing but friends, you settled on that from the very beginning and yet, he found himself lying awake all night, craving for more than just friendship.

“So what,” Eddie speaks up, angrily, “you love her?” 

Steve’s go wide at the question and he finds himself shaking his head, “we’ve only known each other for a few weeks–”

“I’ve loved her from the moment I first saw her.” 

“What?” 

Steve didn’t know how Eddie feels about you, he only knows how you feel about him. While you confessed your love for Eddie, Eddie has never talked about you in a way that could make him think that he has feelings for you, sure he adores you and he cares about you a lot, that is obvious but considering that Eddie let Steve take you out on dates, he didn’t think that his feelings are that deep. 

“I love her, Steve.” 

Steve stares at Eddie, not knowing what to say. 

“Oh..” he whispers, staring at him in confusion, “b-but why didn’t you say anything before?” 

“Say what?” Eddie asks, furrowing his brows. 

“I asked you if I could take her out on a date and I..uh–”

“You had sex with her? Yeah, I know,” Eddie says bitterly. 

Steve swallows and looks away nervously, he scratches the back of his neck, “yeah.. why did you say it was okay for me to do that?”

Eddie shrugs, “I didn’t think that I still had a chance with her, she likes you and I can’t stop her from seeing other people, she is not.. mine.” And Eddie prefers you to see Steve than any other man but he doesn’t need to know that. 

Steve can’t even help but snort at his words, “right,” he mumbles in annoyance. 

“What?” 

“She is yours, Eddie,” he breathes, “trust me, this girl is all yours. She looks at you like you hung the fucking moon and it almost seems like she’s whole only when she’s with you.” 

Eddie’s eyes soften at his words, a warm feeling settling in his chest and in his stomach but he also feels that sick feeling of jealousy when he sees the bitterness in Steve’s eyes, who wishes that he was in Eddie’s place. 

“You got a problem with that?” Eddie asks, irritating the man in front of him. 

Steve is quiet for a moment, staring into Eddie’s dark eyes with a scowl on his face. 

“You know what?” he mumbles, “I do have a problem with that. I know you didn’t have it easy with Chrissy, she hurt you so many times and the things she did were just.. fucked up,” he sighs, “but what you did to her, that was fucked up too, you lied to her for months and when she found out about Chrissy, you weren’t even there to try and fix it, you took Chrissy back to your room and slept with her while she was probably crying her eyes out.” 

Eddie’s eyes flash with guilt, his jaw locks and he can’t even stop the anger from rising in him. 

“I didn’t sleep with Chrissy.” 

Steve rolls his eyes, “you still spent the night with her, I don’t care what you did in there but you were with her, while y/n was all alone, probably not understanding what was happening.” 

Eddie feels guilty, he always will, that night is something he will always regret. Nothing happened between him and Chrissy but Steve was right, you were crying your eyes out, your broken sobs are something that will always linger in the back of his mind. Steve is right. 

And yet, he gets angry and defensive. 

“Yeah and then her knight in shining armor appeared out of nowhere and made her forget about all the pain with his big dick,” Eddie snorts sarcastically, rolling his eyes, “I hope you at least made her cum.” 

“Dude,” Steve grumbles, scrunching his face up in annoyance, his cheeks grow red though. 

“You did make her cum, right?” Eddie asks, still bitterness in his voice but curiosity in his eyes, “or were you not able to make her cum?” Eddie teases, “is your dick not as big as the rumors–”

“You know what? Yes, I did make her cum, over and over again, I had her screaming my name!” Steve exclaims with a dark look in his eyes. 

Eddie’s hands clench into fists and he frowns in anger, cheeks burning red. 

Steve smirks at him though, “bet you never had her like that, huh?” He asks, “I fucked her so hard she probably forgot about her love for you.” 

“Must’ve not been hard enough cause she still wants me.” 

Steve shrugs, smiling at him, cockily, “guess I gotta fuck her a little harder then.” 

His words shoot hot rage and jealousy through Eddie. 

“She’s mine.”

“And yet, I’m the one she has sex with.” 

Eddie’s eyes twitch as he stares at his best friend in anger, Steve has a satisfied smile on his face, knowing he won the argument. Both men stare each other down, not noticing your presence.

You scratch the back of your neck, looking back at Max’s house before you turn back around to look at Eddie and Steve who seem to be in a staredown. Why? You don’t know. 

You clear your throat and almost instantly, they both turn to face you. 

There you are, standing here with an awkward smile on your face as your eyes dart back in forth, between them. Steve raises his brows as he eyes you up and down and Eddie’s lips part in surprise. 

Your big coat engulfs you in it’s warmth but there is no way that your legs are not freezing. Your skirts seem to be getting shorter, despite the cold weather. The tights you are wearing are black but see through. Chunky boots on your feet and a deep red scarf around your neck, matching the color of your lips, red lips. Eddie loves when you wear red lipstick. 

The wind blows through your hair, your bangs fall in front of your eyes, you squeeze your legs together, rolling your shoulders as you shiver. 

You look so damn cute but you also look dangerous and so fucking sexy. 

“Hi,” you smile, waving your freshly manicured fingers at them. A shiver runs down your spine when you notice the gazes in their eyes; hunger, desire, lust but also a sense of softness. 

They both greet you with quiet mumbles. 

“Will you take me home?” you ask Steve.

“Y-Yeah sure, let’s go,” he mumbles. 

“Okay,” you chuckle, still eying them, you furrow your brows. There is tension between them, both men have red cheeks, Steve has a smug look on his face, while Eddie seems frustrated and annoyed. 

You walk over to the passenger side of the car but before you can even reach for the door handle, Eddie jumps forward. 

“Wait!” Eddie almost yells, making you flinch in surprise, “can I talk to you?” 

“Uh.. yeah, sure.” 

“Come in?” he asks, gesturing to the trailer. 

You nod, an excited smile appears on your face, you haven’t seen his home yet, only in pictures. You rush towards him, smiling as your eyes lock. He stretches his hand out for you and he almost melts when you take it, squeezing it. 

He glances at Steve, winking at the man who rolls his eyes. 

Eddie leads you into the trailer, opening the door for you, he eyes the back of your skirt as you walk in, almost groaning, there is no way that you haven’t flashed anyone with that short thing today. 

He follows you inside, too distracted by you to notice that Steve followed suit, smirking at him. 

Eddie rolls his eyes, frowning at his friend, he puts his hands on his chest, about to kick him out when the phone in his room starts ringing. Steve slaps his hands off his chest and shuts the door behind him. 

Once again, both men stare each other down, ignoring the annoying sound of the telephone. Meanwhile, you don’t pay attention to them at all, staring at Wayne’s collection of mugs in awe. 

“You should pick up the phone, Eddie,” Steve says. 

He glares at his friend, clenching his jaw. 

“Sweetheart, I’ll be right back,” he announces before he rushes through the hallway and into his room, already annoyed with whoever is calling him. 

You shrug off your coat and your scarf, placing it on the couch. You intertwine your fingers together, a content smile on your face as you eye all the different mugs. A few pictures catch your attention. There’s some of Eddie and Wayne, one of just Eddie, when he was younger. 

And then your eyes fall on the picture of Eddie and Steve. Steve’s arm is wrapped around Eddie’s shoulder, smiling, while Eddie grins into the camera. Your smile falls a little as you think about your conversation with Nancy. 

What if Steve does have feelings for you? 

Will that ruin your friendship? Will that ruin his friendship with Eddie? 

You flinch as you feel his hands on your waist, pulling you back into his chest, he ducks his face, pressing his lips against your neck as he pulls your hair back. Your breath hitches in your throat and your heartbeat quickens. 

You don’t know where you both stand, now that you and Eddie are getting closer again, you don’t know what will happen to your arrangement with Steve. 

“You look so pretty, honey,” he murmurs against your skin.

“Steve…” you whisper with a warning tone. 

Steve is kissing you. 

Steve is kissing you in Eddie’s trailer. 

“S-Stop..” you whisper as your heart begins to pound in your chest. You can hear Eddie’s voice, he is talking to someone on the phone, Dustin, he mentions his name. 

Steve only tightens his grip on your waist and continues to kiss your neck. You can’t even stop the sigh from escaping and he smirks against your neck, you can feel it. 

“Steve, no..” 

“No?” he mumbles, letting go of you, he parts from your neck, before you can even react, he turns you around and grabs your face, he smashes his lips against yours. Your eyes widen, squealing at the action, you place your hands on his arms, noticing that he took his jacket off as well. His eyes are closed and he is kissing you in a needy way. 

You panic at the thought of Eddie walking back to see this. 

“What the–” 

Your heart drops to your stomach when you hear Eddie’s angry voice, fear rushes through you and your eyes well up with tears. Just as you’re about to push Steve away from you, something else happens. 

Ringed fingers reach for your waist, grabbing you tightly, you are suddenly yanked back, gone is Steve’s touch, his lips are no longer on yours and you manage to catch a glimpse of the annoyed look on his face before a different pair of lips are smashed against yours. 

Your eyes almost bulge out of your skull when you realize that Eddie is kissing you. 

Eddie is kissing you after Steve just kissed you. 

His eyes are closed and he cups your cheeks tightly, kissing you roughly yet passionately. Your heart is still racing, your skin is tingling, you feel more confused than ever but melt into his touch so easily. 

You can’t remember the last time you have been kissed by him and god, you have missed him. 

Your eyes flutter shut and you sigh in content as you respond to his kiss, the tension in your body disappears almost instantly, his thumb lingers on your bottom lip as he deepens the kiss. 

Moaning, you press yourself against him, throwing your arms around his neck. 

Eddie’s heart is racing, everything inside of him screams in joy. You are kissing him. He feels emotional, he feels like melting into a puddle, he missed this, he missed you so fucking much. Suddenly, everything feels lighter again. 

Your tongues meet and with that the kiss grows rougher, more passionately. Anger and possessiveness is what he mostly feels when he senses Steve’s presence behind you. He opens his eyes as you part from each other. Your eyes are big, filled with longing and desire, your red lipstick is smudged around your plump lips, he smirks at you, about to grab your chin and pull you in for another kiss but the man behind you beats him to it. 

Steve grabs your chin and turns you around, smirking at Eddie before he slams his lips back against yours. You don’t know how to react but given that Eddie didn’t kick you or Steve out, you guess that he is fine with it, so you close your eyes and kiss Steve. He turns you towards him so your chest is pressed against his. 

Eddie watches you with darkened eyes, he wants to rip him off of you, take you to his room and show you who you belong to and yet, he feels intrigued. 

Intrigued to see how you respond to Steve’s touches, how he can make you feel. Can he make you feel better? 

His dick twitches in his pants when you whimper into the kiss, his stomach flutters as he watches wide eyed. His gaze softens when you reach your hand back, searching for him. He takes your hand and brings it up to your front, placing your hand on your stomach, he presses his above yours. He steps closer and closer, until his front is right against your back. 

His lips latch onto your neck and he begins to suck on your sensitive skin, listening to your moans and whimpers in content. 

Through his bangs, he glances at the man in front of him, who is looking at him already, the lust is so evident in his eyes, he looks at him smugly as he kisses you. Eddie’s girl.

You raise your arm and reach behind you, putting your hand in his hair, you tug at it, earning a loud moan from the man behind you. The sloppy sounds of his lips smacking against your neck and Steve’s moans make your stomach flutter, you squeeze your thighs together when you feel your cunt clenching around nothing. 

God, what is wrong with you? Making out with two men? But it feels so good, you can’t even help but want more. 

A needy whimper tears from your throat when Steve shoves your thighs apart, pushing his hand under your skirt, you gasp and break from the kiss when he tears your tights open. 

You and Eddie stare at him wide eyed as you stop all your movements. 

He smirks, pressing his fingers against your clothed pussy, he groans when he feels how soaked your panties are, “christ.. you’re so fucking wet, honey,” he moans, eyes locking with Eddie’s, who stares at him with mixed emotions in his eyes, “you wanna feel how wet she is, Munson?” 

Eddie nods, like a dumbfounded fool. Slipping his hand down your stomach, your stomach tenses and a breathy sigh leaves your lips when Steve teases your clit with his fingers. 

Steve chuckles at Eddie, just as gets close to Steve’s hand, the man slaps it away, “I forgot, I’m the only one who’s allowed to touch her like that.” 

Eddie frowns at his words, anger flashing in his dark eyes. 

“Steve–”

Steve pecks your lips, smirking at your disheveled form, “shh, let me have this,” he whispers, he glances at Eddie again, “you wanted to know if I can make her cum?” 

You furrow your brows, parting your lips, “what– oh….” you throw your head back against Eddie’s chest, letting your hand fall from his hair, you grab his hand again, squeezing it, unknowingly giving him comfort. Steve pushes your panties to the side, calloused fingers moving through your wet folds. 

“Fuck…” you moan, closing your eyes, “E-Eddie…” 

His heart flutters in his chest as his name rolls off your tongue so desperately, your hand clutching his. 

His erection is straining against the stiff material of his jeans, begging for release, you feel him, all of him and he knows it because you arch your back and press your ass against his dick. 

“Fuck,” he whimpers, “baby..” 

“Kiss me, Eddie,” you whimper, “please..” 

Steve looks down at you, watching as you tilt your head to meet Eddie’s lips. You kiss each other sloppily, desperately. Both moaning in pleasure. You bring your free hand to Steve’s belt, tugging him closer, you surprise him by placing your hand on his dick, palming him through his jeans, causing him to moan. 

He slips a finger inside you, moaning again when he feels how wet you are for him and Eddie. 

“Mhmmm,” you whimper against Eddie’s lips. 

You break the kiss and Eddie instantly goes back to your neck, sucking and biting on it, he looks down, watching Steve’s hand move under your skirt. 

“Fuck….” you whimper as he adds another finger, scissoring them inside of you and stretching you open, “S-Steve… oh my god, feels so good.” 

“Yeah?” he smirks, “do I make you feel good, baby?” 

“Mhmm, so good,” you whimper, not understanding what is happening.

Your senses are heightened and you feel everything more intensely than usual. Your heart is racing, your skin is prickling, you want Eddie, you want Steve, what is happening?

You catch the glances between them, the smug look in Steve’s eyes as he looks at the man behind you but you are too distracted by his touch to ponder over the questions that are forming in your mind already. 

Eddie moans, his hands reach up to cup your boobs, he squeezes them and smirks when he tears another moan from you. 

“You sound so pretty, baby,” Eddie whispers into your ear, “feels so good to kiss you again,” he kisses the spot behind your ear. 

Steve begins to pump his fingers in and out of you, admiring the way your face scrunches up in pleasure, plump lips parted as you moan. He leans down, kissing your lips again and again and again as he fucks your tight pussy with his long fingers. He keeps his lips pressed against your parted lips, watching you smugly as you look up at him with pleading, big eyes, whimpering into his mouth. 

He can’t even help but mock you softly, “these are just my fingers, baby.” 

He curls them inside of you, pulling another loud moan out of you. 

“Mhmm.”

“Do you feel good, sweetheart?” 

“Mhmm, want you…. t-to touch me too,” you stutter. 

“Oh, yeah?” he murmurs, giving Steve a sly smirk, who rolls his eyes at him. 

“P-Please.. Eddie.” 

At this point both men are fighting over who can make you moan more, giving each other smirks and glares, you moan for both of them though. Throwing your head back and arching your back in pleasure, touching them over their clothes as Eddie marks you up and Steve continues to finger your soaked pussy, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. 

“I love your tight little pussy,” Steve groans, “I would do anything to fuck you and fill you up with my cock,” he husks as he leans his forehead against yours. His cheek is pressed against the side of Eddie’s face, both men panting and moaning as you try your best to make them feel good too. 

You whimper needily and even Eddie moans at his words as he thinks about it. 

You can’t even utter any words anymore, too sensitive. You close your eyes, keeping your head against Eddie’s chest, who continues to hold you and kiss you. 

Steve pulls his wet fingers out of you, causing you to whine, “E-Eddie.. Steve..” 

Your walls flutter around nothing and you buck your hips into his hand, pleading eyes meeting his dark ones, “p-please..” 

Steve slaps your pussy, earning another whimper for you, “you hear that, Eddie?” He asks, repeating the action again, “can you hear how wet she is?” 

Eddie tightens his grip on you in response, trying to keep himself from cumming in his pants, “fuck yes… baby, you want my fingers now?” Eddie asks, hopefully. 

“Yes–”

“Dream on, Munson,” Steve snorts before he fills you up with his fingers again, continuing to fuck you with them again. 

Your knees buckle you are sure, you would’ve dropped to the floor if it wasn’t for Eddie’s hold on you. 

“I got you, darling,” he whispers, kissing the spot behind your ear, “just let go for us, yeah?” 

Darling. 

Your eyes snap open and suddenly, you feel overwhelmed. A weird knot settles in the pit of your stomach and your eyes well up with tears, not from pleasure but from something else. 

What is this? 

Eddie can’t see your face but Steve does and he looks concerned, the cocky look on his face is gone and all there is worry and fear, “h-hey, are you okay?” he asks softly. 

Eddie tenses up, brows pulling together as he straightens up, looking at you with worry in his eyes. 

“D-Don’t stop,” you whimper as you clench around Steve’s fingers, “please don’t stop.”

Steve begins to press soft kisses to your face, caressing your body with his free hand, “we got you, pretty girl.” He whispers. 

You nod and close your eyes, moans getting high pitched as you clench around his fingers.

“Fuck,” he groans, “are you close, baby?” 

“Mhmmm, please, I’m gonna cum…”

Their awestruck expressions make it all even better when you come undone, gushing around Steve’s fingers, your beautiful whines and whimpers echo through the room. 

You breathe heavily, chest rising up and down as content sighs continue to fall from your lips. Eddie kisses your neck slowly. 

Steve pecks your lips again as he pulls his fingers out of you, smirking at the needy whine. He fixes your panties, putting them back in place before he brings his fingers up to Eddie’s face, who’s eyes widen when he sees how soaked they are, almost dripping off his fingers. Eddie is ready to take the other man’s fingers into his mouth just to taste you but Steve gives him a cocky smile and pulls them back, slipping them into his mouth, he closes his eyes and moans at your sweet taste. 

Both yours and Eddie’s eyes widen as you watch him. 

And before you know it, Eddie cups the back of Steve’s neck and pulls him closer, smashing his lips against and kissing him roughly just to taste you. 

Your eyes widen, something between a gasp and a needy whine falling from your lips as you watch them. Your stomach flutters, eyes lighting up as you watch them kiss. You have to squeeze your thighs together, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by Steve as he still has his thigh shoved between yours. 

Steve smirks into the kiss and Eddie moans, your taste driving him crazy. 

This isn’t something you ever saw coming but you cannot complain, something about the sight of them kissing, makes you weak in the knees and they almost give out but you hold onto both men, continuing to watch them with an awestruck expression on your face. 

Eddie pulls away first, flushed cheeks, dark eyes and messy hair, making him look even more attractive. He looks down at you, a cute and lazy smirk tugging at his lips when he sees the look in your eyes, he grabs your cheeks, squeezing them as he leans down to kiss you. His lips are soft on yours, he cradles your face in such a soft way, it makes your heart flutter. 

And as you part from him again, you meet his soft gaze and it only draws you back again, pecking his lips softly, enjoying the bliss but as you all come back to reality, you suddenly feel flustered and embarrassed. 

Moments of silence finally give you the opportunity to allow the questions and thoughts back in. 

You fix your skirt and clear your throat, touching the corners of your mouth, you hopefully wipe the lipstick away that you left behind on their lips. You look between them, both men are staring at each other now. You try to read them, you try to read their eyes and suddenly your heart feels heavy and your eyes well up with tears once again as you watch them communicating with their eyes. 

What is this? You ask yourself, yet again. 

As the haze begins to fade more and more, your chest begins to hurt. What were they talking about before you interrupted them? What led them to do this?

You look at Eddie through the tears in your eyes and wonder why he did this? Yesterday, he couldn’t even stand the thought of Steve touching you and now he just let him and even joined in? 

Does he not want you anymore? Did you break his trust last night when you believed her or is this a game to him, to them? Are you some pawn in their game? 

You find yourself wanting to run away again, the sickness in your stomach getting so overwhelming, you walk back to the couch on wobbly feet, reaching for your jacket and your scarf, you put both items on hastily. 

There is no anger in you left, just sadness, pain and numbness after everything that happened. You don’t even feel the tears running down your cheeks. 

Once they hear your quiet sniffles, they snap their heads towards you, eyes filling with concern and panic. 

Eddie whispers your name, looking at the back of your head, he sees you wiping your cheeks before you turn around, not looking at either of them as you walk towards the door. 

“Hey,” Steve whispers, eyes widening when he sees the state that you are in, “w-what’s wrong?” he asks, stepping in front of you to stop you from leaving. 

“Sweetheart–”

“What was that?” you ask them, looking between them with a broken and scared look in your eyes. 

They are too slow to catch on, staring at you like deers caught in headlights, not realizing that they are making it worse by staying silent. 

“Please tell me this wasn’t some sick joke.” 

Steve’s eyes flash with confusion, his brows draw together as he stares at you. 

Eddie’s eyes widen and he shakes his head a little. 

But neither of them speak up, neither of them assure you that it’s not what you think it was. 

You stare at them and they stare at you, the silence between you is so loud it almost causes your ears to ring. 

Maybe you are overreacting or maybe not, maybe you have all the reasons to feel that way, to think that of them. 

Maybe you are just sensitive and overly emotional after everything that happened between you and Eddie and after your conversation with Chrissy. Chrissy who knows about what happened to your Dad, somehow. 

Or maybe you just don’t trust anyone or anything anymore. 

You don’t even trust yourself. 

And they can see it, they can see right through you. They can see the distrust, the fear, the insecurity, the sadness and yet, they don’t utter a single word. They don’t do anything to reassure you that this wasn’t a game to them, that they didn’t use you. 

Eddie tries to reach out to you but you step back, he expects you to get angry again but you only shake your head, sadly. 

“It’s fine,” you whisper, unable to look into his eyes, “I’ll talk to you guys later.” 

Eddie’s big eyes are filled with sadness when he realizes what goes on inside your head. 

“Sweetheart, please don’t go,” he whisper. 

But you can’t even look at him, you wipe your tears and turn around, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Before either of them can stop you, you rush out and slam the door behind you and disappear into the night. 

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Hot Knife

Posting just a snippet here of a one-shot I wrote while work was super slow the past few days and I had this song stuck in my head non-stop (Hot Knife by Fiona Apple). It's omegaverse, which I know is not everyone's cup of tea, so you have been warned! Full tags on AO3.

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Rating: Explicit | Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, mentions of Chrissy Cunningham/Robin Buckley | Tags: AU No Upside Down, AU Omegaverse, AU College, AU Modern Setting, full tags on AO3

I'm a hot knife, I'm a hot knife

I'm a hot knife, he's a pat of butter

If I get a chance, I'm gonna show him that

He's never gonna need another, never need another

“Him,” Steve said confidently, nodding across the dining hall at a gangly man with a mess of long brown hair who looked like he'd just walked out of a Mötley Crüe show.

“ Eddie Munson ?” Robin asked, nearly spitting out the mouthful of soda she'd just taken.

“Is that his name?” Steve asked, watching as the man - Eddie - nearly tripped over his own feet walking to a table.

“He's not exactly your type, Steve,” Robin replied. 

“I smelled him in the elevator. He's my type.”

“Okay, but he's, like, a huge fucking nerd. He's a music major. He plays Dungeons and Dragons. And he's in a heavy metal band.” She just kept listing things, like it was going to do anything to change Steve's mind.

He waved a hand at her dismissively. “Don't care,” he said, still watching. Eddie was talking to the other people at his table now, gesturing vigorously with his hands then throwing his head back and laughing loud enough that Steve could hear it across the dining hall.

“If you start something with Munson your swim team friends are finally gonna actually disown you,” Robin said. “You being friends with me was bad enough.” 

“Yeah, I think I’m at the point where I’m okay with that. They’re boring.” He had spent his sophomore year becoming increasingly annoyed with his teammates, who seemed to want to stay mired in the same types of people and pastimes they’d experienced in high school. He had enjoyed it during his first year, it had been nice to have continuity and had made the transition to college less jarring, but now he found he was looking for something more , and they all wanted to stay the same. 

He had met Robin in one of his classes, a geeky girl who had no interest in sports beyond what she observed from her section in the marching band, but she constantly made him laugh, and she was an omega, his first real omega friend. He had always been the only omega on the swim team, a bit of a freak of an omega given his large size and muscle mass. The other guys on the team had a tendency to completely forget about his designation, given the scent patches he wore all the time.

“I’m gonna go talk to him,” Steve announced, pushing his chair back. 

Robin shrugged. “Your funeral,” she said, and Steve rolled his eyes. He knew he was a very attractive and charismatic man, Eddie would probably be excited to be approached by him. 

Steve walked over to the table, Eddie still deep in conversation with his friends as he approached, not even looking up at Steve. A couple of his friends glanced up with confused looks on their faces, but Eddie just continued holding court. 

Steve sat in an empty seat directly across from Eddie, who finally acknowledged his existence. “What do you want, jock boy?” Eddie asked, derision evident in his tone. “I don’t sell to athletes, that’s a surefire way to get expelled while you just get a slap on the wrist.” 

Oh, he was a drug dealer. Robin had left that bit out of her list. “I’m not here to buy,” Steve said, holding out a hand. “I’m Steve Harrington.” He hit Eddie with his best bedroom eyes. He knew Eddie couldn’t smell him through the scent patch, but surely he’d heard of Steve Harrington, omega swim team superstar.

Eddie just stared at Steve’s hand, not extending his own. “Can I help you with something, Harrington?” He sounded annoyed. “Or are you just here to stare and interrupt our conversation?”

Okay, that was unexpected. This was not going the way Steve had expected. He typically had no trouble picking up alphas, in fact they tended to be the ones throwing themselves at Steve. He could deal with this, though. Just a little pushback. He’d try again when there weren’t so many people around, maybe Eddie was just shy.

“No, just wanted to introduce myself,” Steve said, smiling. 

Eddie waited for a moment then waved his hand away from the table. “Well, introduction done. Run along, jock boy.”

Steve stood, walking back over to Robin who had dissolved into snorting laughter at the table. 

“Oh my god, you just got shot down so hard,” she said between laughs. “How’s it feel, King Steve?” 

“He must not get subtlety, I might need to be more explicit,” Steve said, refusing to let his confidence take a hit. 

Robin wiped a few tears away from her eyes. “Sure, Steve. It definitely couldn’t just be that there’s one alpha out there in the world that won’t immediately whip their knot out for you at the first sign of interest.” 

***********

Eddie wasn’t sure what Harrington had been doing talking to him, if not to buy drugs. Maybe he was still angling for that, just trying not to scare Eddie away. Eddie knew who he was; everyone knew who Harrington was. Not just the golden boy of the swim team, but an omega with a pussy made of gold, to hear some of the alphas talk. 

He was also a cocky asshole too convinced of his own importance, and Eddie didn’t want to have anything to do with him. 

“What did Harrington want?” Gareth asked, like he hadn’t been sitting there right next to Eddie through the whole conversation.

“Don’t know, don’t care,” Eddie said, and looped the conversation back around to what they had been talking about before, the upcoming campaign for the D&D club. He didn’t want to waste any more breath on that man.

************

Steve really tried to give up on Eddie after that first flop, but he found he couldn't stop thinking about him. When he'd caught a whiff of him in the elevator it had triggered the strongest response he'd ever had to a scent. The most immediately noticeable notes of his scent were pretty typical alpha scents, something in the woody family with cloves mixed in, but underneath that Steve could catch hints of something sweeter, possibly jasmine, maybe even vanilla. Not typical alpha scents. Layered underneath all of that was just a hint of patchouli. A thoroughly sophisticated scent. 

He'd tried to describe all of this to Robin to explain why he wouldn't give up yet, but she found his hyperfixation on scents in general annoying, and even though she was an omega she had never been able to pick apart a scent as well as he could. Robin's lack of interest notwithstanding, he was too intrigued to give up after just one miss. 

As luck would have it, after swim practice the next day he found himself in the mailroom at the same time as Eddie,  who was filling in the address on an envelope. It seemed like Eddie never wore scent patches; Steve was once again surrounded by his scent as soon as he walked into the mailroom. Eddie didn’t even look up as Steve walked in and grabbed his mail.

“Hello,” Steve said when it became clear Eddie wasn’t going to acknowledge him.

Eddie looked at him, frowning, and his scent went a little sour. “What do you want?” he asked.

“Just… saying hi,” Steve said awkwardly, not sure how this man kept robbing him of his typical charm.

“Alright, you’ve completed your task, run along,” Eddie said, waving a hand toward the door. The hostility was a bit shocking to Steve, who had always managed to skate through life liked by everyone around him.

“Did I do something to you at some point that I don’t remember?” Steve asked, perplexed. 

Eddie sighed and rolled his eyes. “No, Harrington. I just have very little time for drug seeking rich boys who could get me expelled if I sell to them.” 

“I’m not looking for drugs,” Steve protested. “I’m just trying to talk to you.” 

“Sure, sure,” Eddie said, looking like he very much did not believe Steve. He finished writing on the envelope and threw it into the mail slot, brushing past Steve as he left the mail room, not even saying goodbye.

Steve was honestly a bit shocked. He didn’t think anyone had ever been that mean to him, especially not anyone he was showing interest in. He was really going to have to step up his game.

************

“Steve, you forgot your scent patch again,” Robin said as he sat next to her in the dining hall. 

“I didn’t forget it,” he replied. “I intentionally didn’t put one on.”

Robin furrowed her brow. “I thought you stopped needing to do that to get laid a while ago.” 

Steve sighed. “I thought so, too. But it appears there are still some people resistant to the powers of my scentless charm and reputation.” He looked over at the table where Eddie was sitting with his friends.

“What do you know about him?” he asked Robin, nodding toward Eddie.

Robin looked over her shoulder, following his gaze and sighing. “Really? You're still on this?”

“Yes, I’m still on this.”

“Is this just one of those things where you feel slighted by his rejection so now you need to relentlessly pursue him just to prove you can?”

“No, I told you. It’s his scent.”

Robin made a frustrated noise. “You are so weird about scents, Steve. I mean, I’m an omega, too. I have a nose. He just smells like an alpha. Maybe like an alpha who spent too long in a New Age bookstore, but not in a compelling way.” 

“Well he wouldn’t smell that good to you . I think we’re scentmates,” he declared, but Robin only rolled her eyes. 

“Okay, first, those don’t exist. Second, you claim you’ve found your scentmate at least once a semester, yet you never seem to want to keep them around after the novelty wears off. Doesn’t seem like a fated pair situation to me.”

“None of those were real! This time it is.” He was well aware of how ridiculous he sounded, but it was true. Sure, he’d really liked the way all those other people had smelled, but this was much more visceral. He felt drawn to Eddie in a way he had never experienced before.

“Okay, Steve,” Robin said with a long-suffering sigh. 

The person sitting next to Eddie stood to leave, and Steve took his chance. He stood up and walked over, sitting down next to Eddie. “Hi Eddie,” he said, leaning in as close as he could without risking a punch to the face, so Eddie could get a good whiff. 

Eddie turned to him and glared, but Steve could see his nostrils flare and his eyes widen incrementally before his face snapped back into neutrality. “This is getting old, Harrington. If you don’t want drugs then could you please tell me what you do want so I can never speak to you again?” 

Not a promising response, but at least he’d gotten a little bit of a reaction. “Just wondering if you’re free this weekend,” Steve said. “There’s a party at the Sigma Chi house.”

Eddie laughed in his face, stopping when Steve frowned. “Christ, are you serious? Absolutely not, I wouldn’t be caught dead at a frat party.” 

Okay, yeah, maybe Steve had miscalculated there, it was just the first thing he thought of. “Right. They’re not great. What do you usually do for fun on the weekends?”

“What is this conversation?” Eddie asked, looking more confused than pissed off at this point. “What is your aim here, Harrington? Is this like some sort of prank with your jock buddies?”

Steve made an exasperated noise. “I don’t even hang out with them anymore outside of practice and meets. Not sure if you’ve noticed but I pretty much just spend all my time with Buckley now,” he said, motioning towards Robin.

“I haven’t noticed, because I do not give two shits about you. I don’t even give one shit. No shits are given. Now go away and stop bothering me, you’re putting me off my food.” He pointedly turned his back on Steve, who got up and walked away, a little shell-shocked. He heard a few snickers from Eddie’s friends. 

Plopping down next to Robin, Steve put his head on his arms. “That didn’t look like it went well,” Robin said, patting Steve on the back. “Was he not immediately entranced by your luscious scent?” 

Steve half-heartedly threw an elbow at her. “I could tell he noticed it, but it didn’t help. I think he really doesn’t like me.”

Robin made a sympathetic noise. “This must be very new for you, to not be liked.”

“It is,” Steve whined, sounding pitiful even to his own ears. 

“I mean, you have to admit. You probably have, like, nothing in common with him,” Robin said. 

“How can I know that if he won’t even talk to me?”

“Okay, fair,” Robin admitted.

“What do you know about him?” Steve asked, picking up his head. 

“I already told you everything I know - D&D, heavy metal, and music school. You are interested in none of those things.”

“I could be, though,” Steve said. “Does his band actually have gigs?” 

Robin sighed. “I don’t know, Steve. Are you seriously going to keep pursuing this?” 

“Yes, absolutely. I will not back down from a challenge.” 

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[munsonsduchess]

Sugar Rush

summary: you’re chaperoning your little sisters graduation party but you only have eyes for eddie w/c: 18,221 warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI underage drinking (for my American friends anyway, where I’m from the legal drinking age is 18), alcohol, drugs (weed), swearing, heavy making out, grinding, eddie being kinda mean, oral (f receiving), mild exhibitionism a/n: so this was a wip from like last year but I redid parts of it and added the spicy stuff at the end and honestly I’m so happy with how this turned out. I really hope you guys like it too! Please reblog cause it really helps me out.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and the moodboard is by @sweetpeapod who you should definitely check out bc her work is amazing.

People loved to say tha tx high school was the best time of a young person's life. Of course the people who said that rarely mentioned how high school loved to label people to better pigeonhole them into a certain box. Jock, prep, nerd, geek, freak. 

You’d loved Cheerleading since you could remember. The colourful uniforms, the energy, all of it and you’d been overjoyed when in your freshman year of highschool you’d been selected to join the team. It was a dream come true. 

Of course two years after graduating that dream had slowly faded away and been replaced by something much worse. You still loved the sport and your friends but the lifestyle you were expected to maintain was growing tiresome. 

You’d told your younger sister Chrissy as much when she’d joined the high school squad. Now in her senior year and having been on the High School squad long enough, she’d been sympathetic. You’d long suspected her relationship with Jason was the cause for the sympathetic ear and their relationship drama and eventual break up was not for the reasons most people thought. 

Then suddenly you saw him again. Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson as he was known had always been someone you’d been aware of, you’d been in elementary and middle school together and he had seemed nice enough. Though again not someone that you should associate with in your ‘position’ according to several teammates. Eddie was fine to buy drugs from and if you didn’t have the right amount in cash he was always so grateful for a favour instead. 

You’d met him at a party the first time. He’d been invited presumably just to sell his wares. You remembered your boyfriend at the time buying some weed from the curly haired boy and being grossly overcharged if what you heard was true. You knew Eddie didn’t like jocks and with how the basketball team treated him you didn’t blame him for overcharging rich assholes with more money than sense. 

You’d moved on after that. Graduated school, got into the local community college and set your sights on leaving Hawkins altogether. Well once Chrissy had graduated anyway, you weren’t about to leave her behind in the sort of environment your mother had curated. 

It seemed like fate to meet Eddie again at another party. Chrissy was having a little graduation get together for her friends, but like most events had been ‘crashed’ by the basketball team, the swim team, jock city. Apparently someone had told someone else who’d told someone else and word had just spread, Chrissy Cunningham was having a graduation party and so the house was overflowing with teens preening and boasting about what their parents had gotten them as graduation gifts and which college Daddy’s Money had bought them into. 

Again it seemed like someone had invited Eddie strictly to peddle his wares but things were different this time. People were much more wary after spring break. You’d invited your boyfriend Adam over to co chaperone with you but he seemed much more interested in reliving his glory days with the newly graduated boys milling about and throwing around off handed comments about how Eddie looked. 

The official story was that Henry Creel of Creel house fame had not in fact died at the hands of his father. Instead the budding child psychopath had killed his mother and sister and faked his own death to pin the whole thing on his father. 

He’d been at large ever since according to the federal agents who’d appeared on television and told all of Hawkins how he’d followed your sister back to Eddie’s trailer, Chrissy had told everyone that she was helping Eddie study since he really wanted to graduate this year, and attacked Chrissy again intending to pin the blame on someone else. 

Eddie had put himself between Chrissy and Creel but the madman had taken Eddie and left Chrissy for dead in the trailer. He then went on a rampage that week killing more Hawkins High students and eventually was caught by the authorities. Eddie had not been left unscathed as he’d tried to protect Chrissy and Creel had really done a number on him. Now Eddie had scars all over his body, and if the locker room rumours were to be believed he’d done it to himself in league with Creel, as a result of his injuries. 

Which meant that shallow people loved to take digs at his appearance and the scars, especially the ones on his face. Both you and Chrissy were quick to shut down those rumours usually, but tonight it just seemed that everyone wanted to poke the metaphorical bear. It was a combination off too much beer, too little sense and being provoked and encouraged at every angle that caused your idiot of a boyfriend to call out loudly for Eddie,

"Hey! Franken Freak!" several of the party goers laughed openly, you noticed a few who at least had the decency to look ashamed, 

"What can I do for you? Hasbeen?" Eddie called back, clearly unperturbed by being called out like that, your boyfriend however did not seem to take the rebuttal quite so genially,

"What did you call me?" 

"A Hasbeen, that's what you call someone who peaked in high school right? I hear you're working at the Gas N Sip on the edge of town these days. Thought Daddy was gonna get you into UCLA?" 

It was true. Adam had been boasting to everyone your senior year that his father was going to get him in the 'side door' at UCLA and that no one would ask any questions. Unfortunately someone in the company had already gone to the FBI with evidence of money laundering and fraud and the company went bankrupt months before graduation.

Adam and his family had all survived because of course they had. Came out of the whole situation smelling of roses while some poor guy got thrown under the bus and sent to prison for the rest of his life. It was still a sore spot. Which was evident by the vein pulsing in Adam's forehead and the look of sheer rage on his face. 

You decided to step in before you and Chrissy had to clean blood from your mom's rugs,

"Adam, baby, look why don't we leave the kids to it?" you tried to placate him by putting a hand on his arm and batting your eyelashes, hopefully if he thought he was going to get some he'd calm down. Not so. 

Instead he flung your hand from his arm and pushed you away, leaving you stumbling into the countertop,

"You think you're so fucking cool don't you freak?" Adam was up in Eddie's personal space now, challenging him. Thankfully Eddie seemed to be smarter than Adam and wasn't taking the bait,

"I think you need to chill man. Why not go with your girl? Have a little fun?" he laughed and offered Adam a pre roll from his little lunchbox, "on me" 

"I don't need your charity!" Adam snapped, 

"Wasn't charity dude, just trying to keep the peace" 

Honestly by now you were sick and tired of Adam, he'd been so nice in high school but then when you guys got a little older the niceties ended. He didn't want to go to the mall with you, he didn't want to hang out if you were with friends he didn't know from high school, not to mention that having sex was about Adam getting off and nothing else,

"Get out Adam" you said, making your way through the throng of bodies who had stopped to witness whatever was happening, "I mean it, get out and don't come back" 

"You can't throw me out. You need me" 

"The hell I do, get out of my house and take your stupid friends with you" 

Adam stared at you before scoffing loudly, apparently the whole thing was just so ridiculous to him that he had no other choice,

"You can have her Munson. Honestly she's a frigid bitch, never puts out" he laughed and several of his cronies laughed along with him, "whatever i'm out" 

As Adam left you breathed a sigh of relief. Honestly you'd been wanting to do that for so long and now that you and Chrissy were leaving Hawkins for Chigaco in the fall it seemed like the perfect time, 

"Well wasn't he a peach" Eddie laughed, "i think you're better off sweetheart" 

"Yeah i think so too" you smiled at him, "I feel about two hundred pounds lighter too" 

"Well that certainly calls for a celebration" Eddie offered you the pre roll, "on the house" 

"Only if you'll smoke with me" you said, "you're bound to be sick of all these kids" 

So that's how you found yourself sitting in your bedroom with Eddie Munson passing a joint back and forth alongside the bottle of good whiskey you’d pilfered from your Dad’s  liquor cabinet knowing he’d never miss it. 

“I never asked how you knew my sister” you said passing the joint back to Eddie, “why she was helping you study”

“I remembered her from middle school” Eddie laughed taking a large inhale, “that little cheer routine you guys did” 

“Oh my god I can’t believe you remember that!” You’d forgotten about it honestly, Chrissy had been too nervous to do the routine on her own so you’d gone up with her, “I taught her that. It was the first routine she’d ever performed publicly” 

“A family of cheerleaders huh? Was your mom one too?” Eddie asked

“No. She just likes to live vicariously through her children” you answered honestly. You’d long suspected the reason your mom had pushed so hard for you and Chrissy to join the squad is because she couldn’t do it herself in her own time. 

Eddie hummed a response and lifted himself from your bed where he’d been causally lounging and began exploring your room. He’d lift a little trinket and set it back down, look closely at pictures, trophies, it wasn’t until he got closer to your closet that he stopped. 

Something had caught his eye. Something white and green with a tiger printed on it,

“No way you still have this. Didn’t you graduate two years ago hm?” Eddie teased pulling the cheer uniform out, “let me guess your boyfriend is into it?”

“Not my boyfriend anymore” you said, “he’s a jerk” 

“You didn’t answer the question sweetheart” Eddie leered at you, “was he into it?” 

“Everybody’s into cheerleaders” you offered by day of excuse, it wasn’t a lie exactly,

“Do you still remember all your little routines as well? Even the middle school one?” 

You suspected it was the weed and the whiskey that made you snatch the uniform out of Eddie’s hands and take it to your private bathroom. Re-emerging moments later dressed in your game day finest, even if the skirt was a little shorter now on you than it was two years ago,

“I will have you know that I could have been head cheerleader if Mandy Anderson hadn’t been such a bitch and dropped me during practise in sophomore year” 

“So show me what you’ve got then” 

Now ordinarily you wouldn't have bothered with any of this, but right now? Well your pride was on the line … or something. So you went through the entire routine start to finish and ok maybe you added a few extra high kicks in for good measure, you'd dressed intentionally tonight and you weren't about to waste it. 

After you proudly finished Eddie was beaming at you and applauding loudly, 

"Well colour me impressed. Never did see the big fuss before but I'm a changed man" 

"You're just saying that" 

"Sweetheart you wound me" Eddie rather dramatically put his hand to his chest and clutched at his heart, "I don't think i'll ever recover" 

You laughed and walked towards where he'd slumped back onto your bed, still clutching at his chest,

"Never?" 

"Well, maybe" he grinned sitting up and putting his hands on your waist to guide you down onto his lap, "Never thought i'd get a cheerleader in my lap" 

"Well this must be your lucky day" you were incredibly close, your legs on either side of his. Chests practically touching, all it would take is for one of you to lean in just a little bit,

"Only one hit left, you wanna share?" Eddie asked, holding up the joint in his hands. His rings catching in the light,

"Sure" you sounded unsure of yourself, like you couldn't feel exactly what was going on. Eddie took one last drag inhaling as much as he could before a ringed hand came up to cup your jaw, gently encouraging you to open as he breathed the smoke into your lungs. 

You weren't sure who moved first but it didn't matter much when Eddie's hands were gripping your hips so tightly you were sure they'd bruise, his mouth moving against your own. He kept you firmly in place on his lap while he kissed you, only breaking the kiss to leave large hickies all over your neck. You'd have a time explaining those later but right now you didn't care. You just wanted more.

More of Eddie. More of the sensations you were desperately trying to chase. Making out had never felt this good before with anyone, especially when your clothed pussy kept grinding up against Eddie's jeans, the friction too much and not enough at the same time. Causing you to let out little whines when you'd almost get what you wanted but it was just out of reach,

"Awh what's the matter princess? Not getting what you want?" Eddie laughed

"Funny Munson cause it seems to me like you're the one having a hard time" to prove your point you shifted your weight on top of him, grinding yourself against the bulge in his jeans,

"Baby you have no idea" Eddie stood without warning and you wrapped your legs around his waist to keep from falling, "I'm about to rock your world" 

He deposited you back on the bed, your legs splayed open for him to see exactly what he had gotten flashes of earlier. The baby pink lace was barely covering anything but just enough to tease. It seemed to have the desired effect as Eddie groaned into your thigh.

That skilled mouth began covering your thighs in kisses, bites, like kitten licks to soothe. He made sure there wasn't a single expanse of skin that was left untouched, except of course where you wanted him most,

"Quit stalling" you gasped as he bit preciously close to your now dripping pussy, "come on" you wiggled your hips a little from where he'd pinned them to the bed but were instead given a sharp smack to the inside of your left thigh,

"I'm taking my time, gotta work myself up for the main course" Eddie grinned as you pouted, "patience honey, patience" 

You were sick of being patient, it wasn't just you who was eager. You'd seen the way Eddie was readjusting himself or grinding on your bedspread, so instead of listening you slowly put two fingers under the waistband of your panties and slipped them inside as Eddie watched, slightly awestruck. 

You were absolutely soaked and it didn't take much to collect some slick on your fingers and bring them back up to your mouth. Making a show of licking them clean,

"Oh that's good, are you sure you don't want some?" you asked perfectly innocently, as if offering to share your lunch with Eddie and not inviting him to have a taste of something else. 

Your ploy worked, Eddie wasted no time in dipping his head between your legs again and mouthing at your panties. You could feel his tongue moving along your folds through your panties but you wanted more, this wasn't enough,

"Tear them down, rip them off, I don't care" you moaned, grabbing at Eddie's curls as his mouth closed over your clit, sucking it through the lace,

"You're gonna be the death of me" Edide honest to god growled before doing just what you'd told him and ripping your panties down your legs so he could continue. 

There was no basking in your victory however as Eddie spread your legs further apart and buried his face between them. His tongue running along your folds and collecting your slick on his tongue, long broad stripes from top to bottom, he ate you the way he kissed you. Hungry for more. 

You tried your best to keep quiet, you hadn't closed the door and you really didn't want a group of drunk eighteen year olds hearing you get the best head of your life but Eddie had other ideas. His lips closed over your clit making a sort of vacuum, his tongue coming out to flick over the swollen bud making you arch your back off the bed,

"Lemme hear you princess, come on wanna hear you" Eddie mumbled into your cunt before diving back in, two thick fingers plunging into your dripping cunt as he licked and sucked around your clit. 

Eddie's fingers were far thicker than your own and much longer so it was easy for him to find the spongy spot that made you see stars. Once he found it he wasn't giving it up. Curling his fingers as he moved them in and out, the sounds of your sloppy wet cunt filling the room along with your moans. This was far better than anything you'd ever experienced before, it had always been a chore to make Adam go down on you but Eddie honestly seemed to be getting off on it as much as you were. 

The party downstairs was long forgotten as Eddie used his fingers and tongue to split you open, you weren't even sure how long it had been since you both came up here. The mix of weed and booze and the heady feeling from being fucked so good on just Eddie's fingers had you floating away, all that mattered was what Eddie was giving you. Nothing else. 

You felt it when you were close, that pressure building up inside you ready to burst. Like every inch of you was on fire, a string pulled taught and ready to snap at any moment,

"Eddie" you'd whined, hands buried in his hair pulling tight as your whole body flooded with sensation, 

"That's it Princess that's my girl, come on, cum for me, I wanna see it" his fingers moved faster, bringing you closer and closer until your release washed over you. Slick and spit dripping down your thighs and Eddie couldn't get enough, devouring every drop he could until you finally had to squirm away from the sensation,

"Too much" you'd gasped, "Eddie too much" 

He took a step back and grinned at you, the lower half of his face  soaked in your slick and spend,

"Sorry princess, you just taste too good I couldn't stop" 

A laugh bubbled out of you, he really had enjoyed himself. The fact that he was still hard in his jeans didn't escape you either, but before you could suggest anything to remedy the issue your attention was drawn to your still open bedroom door,

"What the fuck is going on here?" Adam was standing in the doorway, red faced and looking as if he were about to explode. You quickly closed your legs though it didn't seem to matter since Adam's attention was all on Eddie,

"Oh hey man. Look I'm sorry but I'm a little busy, kind of in the middle of something so I won't be selling anything else tonight" and with that he just, shut the door on Adam's enraged face and turned back to where you were still lying on the bed, "so, where were we?" 

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GossipWeb

Eddie Munson x Reader (Angst)

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Summary: If you want to stay up to date on celebrity gossip, GossipWeb is the site to subscribe to! Monday’s Weekend Roundup for July 17 has an update on Corroded Coffin, and you should totally check it out!

Author Note: Modern Rockstar!Eddie AU. Reader not mentioned in this first part, but will be in future installments so I went ahead and labeled it as an x Reader fic. Written in the style of a gossip column.

CW: Mentions of divorce; mentions of alcoholism and drug addiction; mention of a fistfight.

(The following is an excerpt from the July 17, 2023 edition of The Weekend Roundup, a gossip column posted every Monday afternoon on GossipWeb.com and the GossipWeb app.)

Wedding bells are in the air for model Chrissy Munson and nature photographer David Greggs. The pair have officially announced their engagement on Sunday via social media, confirming recent rumors.

The happy couple shared the news on their respective Instagram accounts, showing photos of the two happily embracing on a beach at sunset. In one, Munson is holding out her hand to show off the huge sapphire and diamond engagement ring now sitting on her finger.

“I said YES!” Munson captioned her photo while Greggs captioned his, “She said YES!”

The pair first made headlines back in 2021, when they were spotted having dinner together just a few weeks after Munson filed for divorce from Corroded Coffin’s frontman, Eddie Munson.

While “Irreconcilable differences” were listed in the official court filing, representatives for both Eddie and Chrissy have declined to comment further on the matter. In the social media post announcing the divorce, Chrissy took a diplomatic path, stating, “Sometimes our plans in life just don’t work out the way we want them to. Unfortunately, this is one of those times. I wish Eddie nothing but the best and wish nothing but happiness for him. While our marriage may be over, he will always hold a special place in my heart.”

But, while her words made it sound like the split was an amicable one, many have their doubts it was that simple.

Rumors had been circulating regarding her ex husband’s hard partying lifestyle for years. Insiders have come forward to provide accounts of escalating drug and alcohol abuse, and extremely irrational and erratic behavior from the rockstar. Shortly after the divorce filing, it was reported to multiple news outlets that an intervention was been staged for Munson just a few days prior to the court filing, but it had failed.

In related news, the former members of Corroded Coffin are continuing to stay busy and are enjoying far more laid back schedules.

Following a highly successful album with their band Fallen Shadows, Jeff Richards and Grant Lee have announced a small, twenty city tour that will occur early next year. While the dates and cities are still to be determined, the two are looking forward to getting back on the road.

“It’s been awhile, but we’re itching to get back out there,” Richards stated in a Facebook post. “There’s nothing like bringing our music out into the world and sharing it in person with the fans.”

But Gareth Emerson hasn’t been so eager to return to the spotlight.

Following a successful stay at the Betty Ford Center, which he entered in December 2019, Emerson says he has done a lot of thinking about his life and who he wants to be, both as a person and an artist.

“The stress I was constantly putting myself under was ultimately my downfall,” he explained in a Facebook post full of self reflection. “And one of the biggest stressors for me was the constant need to promote myself, to sell myself basically. I stopped feeling like a person and started feeling like a piece of meat. In this business, it doesn’t take long before you start getting treated like a machine and you start looking for ways to cope. And, usually, you find yourself coping by turning to drugs. Now I don’t have to just cope because I refuse to put myself back in that stressful position.”

Emerson continues to write and record new music, which he releases on iTunes under his own name. While he’s leaning heavily into experimental sounds, his new style seems to be gravitating towards a blend of classic rock n’ roll, folk and heavy metal. It’s not a combination you would expect to hear from a speed metal drummer, but Emerson clearly has hidden talents he’s only just starting to show the world.

As for the frontman and lead guitarist, Eddie Munson, unfortunately, there’s not much can be said.

The statement from Corroded Coffin announcing their hiatus came in late 2019 just a few days after Munson and Emerson’s very publicized fistfight at the UK Music Video Awards. While he virtually dropped out of the spotlight as a musician in the following months, Munson was frequently in the news due to his excess partying and rowdy behavior.

Then, in 2022, he unexpectedly disappeared from the LA party scene, only to resurface a few months later in his old hometown of Hawkins, Indiana.

Representatives for Munson have declined to comment, so the true reasons for his returning to Hawkins are still unclear. The rocker has yet to make any return trips home to California within the last eighteen months since his departure. This adds credibility to a more recent rumor we reported on last week that Munson is in negotiations to sell his Malibu home to a private seller.

Perhaps the rockstar has finally turned over a new leaf?

Some signs point to yes.

Earlier this year, Gareth Emerson’s wife, actress Kim Simmons-Emerson, sent well wishes to Eddie in a heartfelt Instagram post. She posted an old photo of Munson and Emerson from high school with the caption, “Today marks a new beginning for old friends. We’re so proud of you. We knew you could do it.”

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Wiggly Worm Wednesday 🪱

@tinytalkingtina I haven't been able to stop thinking about this reverse AU.

Specifically where the girls would fit into this scenario.

Robin

Soccer star. She's captain of the varsity soccer team and is more likely than not going to make it into an ivy league school thanks not only to her grades but also her athleticism. But maintaining the expectations of her coaches, teammates, teachers and parents is stressful. Not to mention being a closeted lesbian on top of that. So what does she do? She goes to the local drug dealer of course.

She tracks down the once upon a time preppy rich kid, Steve Harrington. She knows through the grapevine where to find him. That he spends his days at the picnic table in the woods selling drugs to the residents of Hawkins High. She finds him there of course, but not alone, only catching the glimpse of another Hawkins athlete in the trees with him before whoever it is runs off in a green and gold blur. Drak curls falling from their loosely tied back hair as they sprint in the direction of the parking lot.

Steve's flushed with even messier hair than usual when he comes from the depths of trees. Lips obviously kiss bitten as he confidently gives Robin a welcoming nod.

She'd been scared to meet the man at first but as they sit at the picnic table and he begins to talk and act so disgustingly chatting, Robin realizes Harrington's not all that bad. Maybe a little odd, a little wild eyed at times, but he's kind and almost immediately she feels comfortable in his company.

When she asks to buy some K to take the edge off of life in general, he refuses. Offering her a single joint and conversation instead.

Weirdly enough after that first day in the woods they become something sort of friends. And when at a Halloween party Steve tries to make a move resulting in Robin having a panic attack, Robin comes out to someone for the first time and they some how become best friends while sitting on Tina's bathroom floor.

Or alternatively Robin's punk. But I like the total reversal of Robin and Eddie being athletes and Chrissy and Steve being the outcasts/ underdogs.

Chrissy

Once Hawkins golden girl, projected to become the prom queen and head cheerleader, Chrissy found herself in a similar situation to Steve. Rich family, awful parents, turning to music as an outlet and finding herself immersed.

Jason had broken up with her the summer she decided to reinvent herself and really it wasn't all that much of a loss while she too discovered she liked the company of other women a lot more than men.

She'd joined the school band the following year, picking up a bass guitar and never really looking back. It was then that she decided a future in music was where she wanted to go.

But in the meantime she kept to her new crowd, becoming fast friends with Hawkins senior and resident drug dealer Steve Harrington.

When her parents decided working a real job was the only way to potentially set her on the right path, she started working a part time job at Scoops Ahoy. Instantly regretting her decision to apply there specifically when Eddie Munson, the insufferable captain of Hawkins track team strolls through the door in a matching sailor costume, grumbling about how his shorts are too short and his hat was crushing his apparently best asset.

I don't know 🤷🏻‍♀️ the worms are wiggling and I just haven't been able to get this AU out of my head since discussing it with @tinytalkingtina

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Into the Fire: An Eddie Munson x Reader Story Pt. 6

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Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: Swearing, smut, praise/degradation, fingering, squirting, public sex, unprotected sex, anxiety, mentions of blood/gun violence/domestic violence, crying, smoking, fluff

Word Count: 5.5k

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Part 6: Hysteria

Wednesday, March 15th, 1989

You're standing outside Chrissy and Jason's house, Eddie's van is in the driveway. There's loud shouting and crashing sounds inside. You run to the door, trying to see if it's locked. It swings open in your grasp as you turn the knob, causing you to fall into the kitchen. There's a bloody scene before you. Dishes smashed all over the floor, chairs knocked onto their sides, drips of blood leading a trail into the living room. You stand up apprehensively, creeping your way to the source of the yelling.

"How dare you be in my house, selling drugs to my wife! Were you trying to fuck her, too? She's mine, freak! I'll fucking kill you!" You poke your head around the corner, gasping at the sight before you. Chrissy is sobbing in the corner of the room, her left eye swollen shut. Her lip is busted and she's covered in dark bruises. Jason is gripping Eddie by his shirt collar, wailing on him like nobody's business. His nose is gushing blood, and he's trying to fight Jason off.

"Please, let him go!" You scream, running to try to pull Jason off of Eddie. He turns to you, his eyes blazing with fury.

"What are you gonna do about it, metalmouth?" He sneers, easily pushing you away. You land on your ass, and Jason returns to beating Eddie into a pulp. You see a ceramic statue of a Roman warrior on the table next to you, and you quickly grab it. You grip it with both hands, running up behind Jason. You smash the statue over his head, and he screams. Eddie falls from his grip, and Jason clutches his bleeding head.

"We have to get out of here. Come on." You grab Chrissy's hand, pulling her off the couch to run away. Eddie joins you, taking your other hand.

"You're not going anywhere!" Jason stands, turning to face you. You all make the mistake of hesitating to look at him. He's holding a gun, aiming it at your chest. "Chrissy belongs to me! She's staying here! Let her go, or I'll shoot!" He shouts.

"Jason, please! Don't hurt them, I-I'll stay with you." Chrissy begs, freeing herself from your grasp to run to Jason's side. Your heart sinks, you don't want to leave her here.

"See? She wants to be with me. Get the fuck out of my house!" He chuckles darkly, still aiming the gun at you.

You refuse to continue to let Chrissy get hurt, standing your ground. "We're not leaving her with you, asshole!" You're about to step forward, but Jason fires the gun at you.

"No!" Eddie cries, jumping in front of you as the shot comes hurtling towards you. The bullet rips through his chest, a spatter of blood flying from him to the floor before you. He falls to the ground, and you drop to your knees. You pull Eddie into your lap, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Eddie, please! Don't die, I can't lose you!" You cry, cradling his bloodied face. He smiles weakly at you, choking as he bleeds out. The warm liquid runs all over your clothes, soaking them to a deep crimson hue.

"Baby, it's okay. It's time to wake up." He winks at you, it's unnerving how calm he is. You don't know what he's talking about.

"What? You're not making any sense, Eds." You shake your head, unable to believe this is happening. But he just repeats himself.

"Wake up, angel. It's alright, just wake up." His eyes flutter closed, his body fading away into nothing. You look all around you, and the house is gone, and Jason and Chrissy are too. You're surrounded by thick fog, and you hear Eddie’s voice calling to you. "Y/N, wake up. You have to wake up now."

"Wake up, baby. You're having a nightmare." Eddie coos at you, gently shaking your shoulder. You hear him speaking to you, and you spring up in bed. Your eyes are wide, and you're breathing heavily. Your body is soaked in sweat, and it takes you a moment to register that Eddie is just fine and sitting on your bed. "You okay, princess?" He asks, and you just burst into tears. You jump into his lap and hug him tightly, not wanting to let go. He grunts at your sudden movements, wrapping his arms around you. "Oh, sweetheart. It's alright, I'm right here." He holds your head against his shoulder, letting you cling to him. "You wanna tell me what happened in your dream, angel?" He asks quietly, not wanting to push you.

"Okay." You reply, muffled against his jacket. You sit upright, straddling Eddie's lap. He wipes your eyes for you, smiling warmly. You take a deep breath, shuddering on the exhale.

"Take your time, Y/N." Eddie kisses you softly, and your worry slowly melts away.

"Well, um, I was at Chrissy and Jason's house. You were there, but Jason caught you selling to Chrissy. He was angry, he beat her really bad. And he was hurting you, but I smashed a statue over his head. We tried to leave with her, but he pulled out a gun. So she went back to him, but I didn't want to let her go." You look in his eyes as you speak, but his face doesn't change. He's intently listening to you talk, caressing your thighs as you do. "So, I told him we wouldn't leave without her, and he fired the gun at me. But you jumped in front of me, and the bullet hit you." You can't help getting teary again, the thought alone of losing Eddie like that was too much to bear. "And then you were bleeding in my arms, but you disappeared and I was all alone in this thick fog. It was so awful, Eddie." Your face drops into your hands, and you fall to pieces once again.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. But I promise you, those things in your dream are never gonna happen, 'kay? I won't let anything bad happen, and I'm not goin’ anywhere." His voice is warm and comforting, and you force yourself to stop crying. You look up, meeting Eddie's gaze. "You want me to run you a shower, angel?" He asks, wishing he could reach inside your brain and remove the horrible images that are no doubt replaying on a loop for you.

"Yes, please. I'd ask you to join me, but I don't think we have a lot of time right now." You say sullenly, glancing at the clock on your side table. 8:15am, definitely not.

"That's okay, baby. I don't think you need that kind of attention right now anyway." He smiles at you, patting your thighs. "Get up, you've got a big day ahead of you." You do as he asks, removing your clothes and slipping on your robe. Eddie doesn't watch you change, it wouldn't be right to be sneaking a peek at you in your current state. He just leaves the room, and you hear the shower turn on. You take a moment to pick out your outfit for the day, a denim skirt and t-shirt to go with the slightly warmer weather. "Water's nice and warm for you, darling. I'll wait in the kitchen for you, 'kay?"

"Thanks, Eds. I'll see you in a bit." You give him a peck on the lips, heading into the bathroom and closing the door behind you. You sigh deeply, trying to release the fear still clinging to your chest. You open your robe, letting it fall to the tile floor. You're hoping the hot water will wash away your bad dreams, moaning lightly as it runs over you. The temperature is perfect, you take a moment to truly enjoy it before reaching for the shampoo.

You become lost in thought, mindlessly washing your hair and body. All you can focus on is how Eddie comforted you, and how he makes you feel. He's so kind, and sweet, and the biggest smartass you've ever met. He knows how to take care of you, and please you intimately. You truly are in love with him, though you won't say it to him just yet. That’ll scare him off for sure, you've known each other closely for less than a week. But, that doesn't mean you can't think it, and feel it. It'll just be your little secret until the time is right.

You push your thoughts aside, stepping out of the shower to dry off. You hang up your towel, slipping back into your robe before going to your room to get dressed. You glance at the clock, 8:30am, plenty of time. You breathe out purposefully, still struggling with wanting to rush to get ready. Relax, angel. You hear Eddie's words in your head, making you smile. You change into your outfit, smoothing your skirt down. You run a brush through your hair, putting it into a ponytail to keep it out of your face. You apply some light makeup, wanting to look extra pretty for Eddie today. Satisfied with what you see in the mirror, you grab your schoolbag before meeting Eddie in the kitchen.

He looks you up and down, smirking at your choice of a skirt instead of pants. "You look beautiful, sweetheart. Feeling better?" He asks as you stand before him, his arms wrapping smoothly around your waist.

"Very much." You smile at him, pressing your lips to his innocently.

"What was the matter, sugarpuff?" Mom asks from the couch, she's sewing up one of Dustin's shirts that he tore last week.

"Nothing, really. Just a bad dream, but it's all better now." You say, not looking away from Eddie's gaze.

"Well, I'm glad you're alright. It seems you're in good hands with Eddie." She replies, giddy at how cute the two of you look in the kitchen together.

"I certainly am." Your smile grows wider, and you can't help blushing like a schoolgirl. You play around with Eddie's necklace, toying with it between your fingers. "I guess we should get going, huh?" You peer at him from under your lashes, batting your eyes suggestively. He bites his lip slightly, picking up on your signals.

"Let's go, angel. Wouldn't want you to be late to class." He squeezes your hips before taking his hands away from your waist, sending a flare of lust across your skin. Eddie knows what you want, he can't help feeling the same. Unfortunately, what you want will have to wait until after he picks you up later today. The two of you head for the door, slipping into your shoes and  waving goodbye to your mother.

"I'll be back later tonight, Mom. See you later." You say as Eddie pulls the door open for you.

"Okay, be safe! You take good care of her, Eddie!" She calls to you.

"Will do, Ms. Henderson." Eddie replies, saluting her before closing the door behind him. He turns to follow you to the van, when you suddenly push him against the side of the house. "Jesus, what's gotten into you, darling?" He asks, taken aback by your aggressive action.

"You, as always." You pull him to you by his jacket, kissing him hungrily. You contemplate skipping class again, how bad could it really be? You're a straight-A student, missing another day won't hurt. You pull away, pressing your body against his. "How about I skip class again, and we can have some fun, hm?" You offer, staring intensely into his eyes. He smiles awkwardly at you, sighing.

"I can't believe I'm about to turn down sex right now, but you should go to school today. Plus, I have a shift at the theater in a couple hours." You back away from him, crossing your arms. He groans, rolling his eyes. "Don't be like that, Y/N." He moves closer to you, putting his hands on your shoulders. "I promise, we'll have plenty of time later." He leans in to speak in your ear, his tone low and husky. "And then we can do whatever you want." Eddie bites your earlobe, drawing a small moan from you. "Now, be a good girl and get in the van." He turns you around in his grip, smacking your ass before releasing you.

Eddie's words do nothing to calm down your libido, if anything it makes you even more turned on. You already know this day will be absolute torture, having to sit in classes all day, trying to focus when all you can think about is you and Eddie pleasing each other. You spend the whole drive to the university glancing at his crotch. He catches you staring, chuckling at you biting your lip. You meet his eyes, blushing guiltily. "Sorry, I'm apparently very...wound up today." You mutter, squeezing your thighs together to relieve some of the pressure building between your legs.

"I know, which is a bit odd." He says. You flash him a questioning look, and he quickly elaborates. "I just mean...you were sobbing from a nightmare about me dying earlier. And now you're tryin’ to jump my bones. It's confusing, I guess." Your expression softens, realizing how off-putting your behavior this morning must be to him.

"I'm sorry, Eds. I'm not meaning to send mixed signals. I think the dream really scared me. Not just because I'm worried that dealing to Chrissy could get you hurt. I'm also scared of losing you, in any way. You make me feel like the queen of the world, and I don't want to waste a single second of that." You place a hand on his knee, not taking notice of your arrival at school. He puts the van in park, turning to you with his arm resting on the steering wheel.

"I understand, angel. You don't have anything to worry about though, I promise. Now, c'mere and give me a kiss so you can get to class." He leans forward, and you meet him in the middle. His lips always feel so warm and plush against yours, you can't help holding his face as you moan into his mouth. You melt into the kiss, not wanting to let go. Eddie's hands pry yours away, and he breaks the kiss to breathe. "Easy, tiger." He grins, looking deep into your eyes. You can tell he doesn't really want to let you go either, but somebody has to show restraint.

"Fine, fine. I'll go to class. I can't say I'll be able to concentrate on anything other than you, though." You reply flirtatiously, rubbing his thighs. He can't hold back the small moan your touch draws out of him, today will prove to be hard for the both of you. You cease touching him, smirking when he almost whines at you. "I'll see you later, baby." You peck his lips once more, turning to hop out of the van.

"I'll miss you all day, sweetheart." He calls after you as you shut the door. You walk backwards toward the school, blowing Eddie a kiss. He catches it, holding it to his chest. His dramatic nature makes you giggle, and you turn away to walk inside. He drives away, counting down the minutes until he gets to come back for you.

As predicted, your brain can't focus on a damn thing your professors are saying. Every potentially suggestive word they use in their lectures breaks your concentration, leading you into fantasies about Eddie. You shake your head, trying to push the thoughts away so you can take notes. It's to no avail, luckily you have textbooks to give you the answers you'll need later. The day goes by surprisingly fast, the scenarios floating around your head are extremely vivid. You've spent the whole day rubbing your thighs together subtly, trying to relieve some of the pressure built up inside you. You were tempted to get yourself off in the bathroom at lunch to tame your neediness, but you decided you want to save every last bit of sexual energy for him. The day is just about to be over, and you glance out the window to see if Eddie's here yet. He is, but he's waiting inside the van this time. You wonder what that's about, squinting to see what he's doing in there. You notice he's in his uniform and he's smoking, which he usually does outside when he's in the parking lot. Maybe he's just anxious to get going once you're done for the day, or doesn't want anyone to see him in his work clothes. You shrug at the thought, and your professor dismisses the class a few minutes later.

You gather your things clumsily, desperate to get outside to your handsome boyfriend. You rush down the halls, pushing the front door open aggressively. You run to the van, getting in to pounce once again onto Eddie. You toss your bag in the back, straddling his lap in the driver's seat. "Hey there, sweethe-" You cut him off by smashing your lips onto his. He moans against you, gripping your hips. You grind yourself down onto him roughly, feeling him immediately hardening beneath you. You bite his bottom lip, shoving your tongue into his mouth. He fights you for dominance, and he obviously wins the battle. You break away, gazing into his eyes, your pupils blown out with lust. You latch onto his neck, marking him with dark hickeys. "Fuck, Y/N. I see you missed me today." He chuckles, groaning when you bite down on his flesh.

"Mhm, so fucking much. I've been thinking about you all day." You say between kisses on his throat, grinding on him even harder. His erection rubs against your clit, making you whine. "I need you, right now."

"You sure about that? We're pretty exposed right now. Doesn't the campus have security or something?" He asks, unable to resist grabbing your ass. He's perfectly happy giving you what you want, but he's unsure you're truly comfortable with this.

"Oh, come off it, Eddie. I know you don't give a shit about anybody seeing. And at the moment, I don't either." You reply in a sultry tone, biting your lip as you continue to rub yourself against him. You lean in real close to speak in his ear, knowing he won't be able to resist you once you say what you plan to. "I've been so wet for you all day, Eds. Please don't make me beg." You take one of his hands, bringing it between your legs so he can feel for himself just how badly you want him.

"Jesus Christ." His breath hitches when his fingers feel the damp spot in your panties under your skirt. He instinctively rubs your clit through the fabric, making you moan right in his ear. His cock twitches in his slacks at the sound, and he pulls your underwear to the side to feel you completely. He strokes your slick folds, lewd noises leaving your lips and flowing directly to his brain. You want him to hear just how good he makes you feel. He slips a finger inside your cunt, curling it perfectly.

You're already so riled up, you're sure it won't take long for you to cum just from his hand. "Fuck Eddie…I love how your fingers feel inside me, but I need more." You palm his dick through his pants, he groans loudly, fingering you faster. You're dripping onto his lap, getting his uniform all wet. But he couldn't care less right now, he just wants to make you come undone.

"You're such a dirty girl, princess. Letting me touch you in the parking lot, where anyone could see us. We could get in a lot of trouble. But you like the thrill, don't you?" He speaks to you lowly, adding another finger inside your pussy.

"Y-yes." You stutter, your breath shuddering as he works his hand against you. His words drive you mad, and you grip his length harder. "Please, Eddie. I want you inside me right now, I won't last much longer." You beg, attempting to undo his belt. He stops you with his free hand, and your eyes snap to his.

"Be patient, darling. I'll give you what you want, I just want to make you cum first. Can you be a good girl for me?" He caresses your cheek, kissing you deeply. You're nearly about to burst, and he's barely done anything at all.

"Okay, just please, go faster. I'm so close, baby." You place your hands on his shoulders to hold on, and he grants your wish, drilling his digits into you. The van fills with your moans and squelching sounds. Your skin feels like it's on fire, white hot flames lapping at your insides. Eddie can sense your walls fluttering around him, and he watches your fuckstruck expression. Your mouth is agape, emitting the most beautiful noises he's ever heard. Your eyes are shut tightly as you focus on every sensation, waiting for your orgasm to take you over.

"Look at me, sweetheart." He asks, eager to see you lose control. You obey him, meeting his hungry eyes. Eddie rubs his thumb in circles on your clit, pushing you over the edge.

"Oh, God!" You cry out as your high rushes through you. You maintain eye contact with him, observing his pupils widening as you call his name. Your hips buck against him, your legs trembling. He smirks, drinking in how absolutely wrecked you are for him. Your arousal pools into his palm, spilling onto his clothes. You're panting wildly, gripping his shoulders so tightly your knuckles have turned white. Eddie removes his fingers once your high subsides, bringing them to his lips. He sucks them clean, groaning at the taste.

"Always so fuckin' sweet, angel.” He says, taking another look at you. You’re completely limp against him. “Do you want more? Or have you had enough?" He asks as his cock strains in his pants. He wants to fuck you so badly, but he won't push you just to get what he desires, it all depends on you.

"What kind of question is that? I'm far from done with you." You scoff before kissing him roughly, tasting yourself on his tongue. Eddie returns the kiss with just as much force, frantically undoing his belt as your lips smack together. You bunch your skirt up around your waist, and he pulls his pants and boxers down slightly. He cock springs free, slapping his stomach. You hold your panties to the side, lifting yourself off his lap to get in position. He strokes his dick in his hand a few times, before you take hold of it. You break the kiss for a moment, to look down and make sure you'll land on him correctly. He watches with you as you lower your soaked pussy onto his needy length. You both moan loudly as he enters you, filling you up just right. You grip his shoulders again, taking a moment to adjust to his size.

"Is this why you chose a skirt today, baby?" Eddie asks, his breath hitching as you flex your cunt around him while he speaks.

"Nothing gets past you, Eds." You reply sarcastically, slowly lifting yourself up, then sinking back down. "Fuck." You whimper when his tip hits your g-spot. "Is there a particular reason you didn't change out of your uniform?" You definitely love having the opportunity to mess him up when he looks like this, though you feel bad for getting his clothes all dirty. Screw it, you'll pay for his dry-cleaning if you need to. You repeat the action of lifting yourself up and sinking back down as you await his answer.

"Didn't have time, sweetheart. I had a longer shift today. You're lucky I don't work again until next week, or my boss would tear me a new one for letting you cum all over me." He struggles to speak properly when you're teasing him like this, his thoughts flitting around like moths while he tries to catch them to form a full sentence.

"Relax, darling. I'll pay the bill to get your uniform cleaned, if you want. But right now, I want you to focus on us. Can you do that for me, baby?" You smile lovingly at Eddie, riding him at a slow and steady pace. 

"Of course, babydoll." He grabs your ass again, leading your hips to roll as you move on him. You moan loudly at the new angle, bouncing a little faster now. "You have my full attention." He bucks his hips into you as you come down on him, knocking your breath out of your lungs. "Mm, I love how pretty you look when I do that." He chuckles darkly, both of you refusing to break your stare.

"Do it again." You ask simply, and he happily obeys you. The sensation tangles a new knot inside your belly, and you ride him even harder. Normally, you'd be hiding your face in the crook of his neck at this point. But there's something about gazing deep into his big brown eyes as you fuck him, it makes everything feel a thousand times better. You're truly two becoming one, hungry and desperate to meld together.

The windows are fogging up, and sweat drips down your faces. You're both panting wildly, hot breath fanning against each other's mouths. You've reached a satisfying speed, random thrusts from Eddie punctuating your pleasure at the exact right moments. Moans, curses, and the wet noises of friction between you envelop the van's interior. "You're so beautiful, Y/N. I'm so happy to have you in my life." He says sweetly. You gasp at his words, surprised at how overly romantic they sound. "What's wrong?" He raises an eyebrow at you, confused at your reaction.

"It's nothing. I just...didn't expect you to say that. But I'm happy to be with you too." You give him a reassuring smile, still riding him all the while. His expression softens, focusing on the task at hand. Eddie grasps harder on your ass cheeks, and he thrusts upwards into you rapidly. The knot is growing tighter, pulling on your insides. "Fuck! Just like that, Eds…that feels really good…" You push yourself to speed up, meeting him in the middle with every stroke.

"I can feel you getting close, angel. You're so hot and wet and tight for me, you always take my cock so well." His filthy words spur you on, drawing lewd sounds from your throat as you keep up with him. Neither of you have looked away, hell, you've barely blinked this whole time. This amount of eye-contact would usually creep you out, but it seems more like a challenge. A dare to show just how painfully clear it is that you're hopelessly in love with each other. This act simultaneously exposes and excites the two of you, pushing you both so very close to the edge.

"I'm almost there, baby. Don't stop, make me cum, please." You beg, the knot threatening to snap at any second. Eddie takes this as his cue to rub your clit, he wants nothing more than to see you lose control again.

"I'm right behind you, princess. C'mon, make a mess all over me like a good girl." He captures your lips in his, grazing your clit in just the right way to send the built up pressure inside you bursting into frayed strings. You moan violently down his throat, unable to keep yourself steady. Your legs shake out of your control as shockwaves of bliss electrify your body. Eddie pounds into you to reach his own high, your walls clamping down onto him making it difficult. Your soaking release leaks out of you, rushing around Eddie's length. A strangled sound signaling his orgasm leaves his vocal cords, trapped within your lips. His hips buck involuntarily a few times, his cum emptying into your pulsating cunt. You share a few more languid kisses, letting your highs fully subside before breaking away to speak, and breathe. "Y/N?" Eddie says quietly, giving you a nervous look.

"Yes, Eddie?" You're curious where his mind has gone, worried you've done something wrong. His expression is hard to read.

He opens his mouth to say something, but closes it immediately. "Nevermind." He shakes his head, giving you an awkward smile. "It's too soon, I don't wanna make it weird."

"Bit late for that, Eds. C’mon, what is it you wanna tell me?" His eyes dart down, avoiding your gaze. He's genuinely anxious to tell you what he's hiding. You lift his face with your hands, looking at him meaningfully. "Baby, if I haven't scared you away with my anxiety, then there's nothing you can say to scare me away." He nods silently, exhaling forcefully from his nose. You let him go, patiently waiting for him to speak.

"Okay, what I wanted to tell you is, um..." Eddie fumbles over his words, almost trembling as he forces them out from behind his teeth. He clears his throat, trying again. "I was going to say that I一'' He stops again, shutting his eyes for a moment, sighing. "Jesus christ, I didn't think it would be this hard." He chuckles in frustration. He opens his eyes again, relaxing when he sees your expression hasn't changed from that of comfort and trust. "I love you, Y/N." He practically blurts it out. Those three magic words. Your eyes widen, surprised that he'd ever say this to you, especially so early. You're speechless, your mouth dropping open dumbly. "Shit, I fucked it up, didn't I? I knew it! I shouldn't have said anything. God, I'm such an idiot! Hasn't even been a week yet, and now I look like a crazy person! I'm sorry, I一" You cut off his erratic babbling, kissing him gently. He melts into the kiss, holding you close. You pull away a moment after, observing his awestruck face just centimeters from yours.

"I love you too, Eddie. How could I not? You're handsome, and kind, you make me laugh like no other. The whole world and all its problems fade away when I'm with you. And even if it weren't for all that, you sure know how to fuck a woman into next week." You both laugh heartily at that, realizing Eddie's still sheathed inside you. "Speaking of, how about we go home and get cleaned up, hm?" You ask cheekily as you lift yourself from Eddie's lap. Your collective release drips out of you, landing on his shirt. "Oops, sorry." You bite your lip in embarrassment.

"Don't worry about it, you're paying for my dry-cleaning, remember?" He quips, making you laugh again. You smooth down your skirt, taking off your panties to toss in the laundry later. You shove them in your bag, before sitting in the passenger seat. You take a cigarette from the pack sitting in the console of the van, holding it between your lips as you light it. "By the way, did you like your present?" He asks, closing up his now soaked pants.

"I did, thank you. Sorry, I didn't mention it earlier. But it was really sweet." You exhale a large cloud of smoke, the nicotine tingling inside your brian, the sensation flowing down to your extremities.

"That's alright. Was just a small thing, really. I'm glad it made you happy.." He grins at you, stroking your knee.

"So, your place? I assume you want a shower and some clean clothes that don't cramp your style." You suggest, on cloud nine right now. You’ve just fucked your boyfriend in the parking lot of your school, you’ve both said 'I love you', and now you get to spend the rest of the evening with him. Things couldn't get any better than this right now. "Ooh, and maybe you can make some of your famous spaghetti?" You ask excitedly, your stomach already growling.

"Sure thing, love." He leans over to give you a quick kiss, starting up the van once again. You can't help blushing at the new pet name, you also look forward to using it on him later on. He spends the entire drive singing goofily to you with whatever the radio's playing, you can't stop smiling at how adorable he is. His singing voice is absolutely gorgeous, just like the rest of him. You'd sing too, if you knew the words. You're sure he'll want to educate you in the ways of metal music sometime.

A few minutes later, you're following Eddie inside, heading straight for the bathroom. "You want me to join you, Eds?" You ask coyly, playing with your ponytail in your hands.

A wide grin spreads across his face, he pulls you to him by the waist. "Round two?" He asks. You obviously can't resist, nodding silently. He backs the two of you into the bathroom, kissing your neck which makes you giggle. He shuts the door behind you, concealing your giddy laughter from the world.

To be continued...

[unclewaynemunson]

Just to be clear: this post is entirely platonic. It’s about finding understanding through shared feelings of loss and guilt and the depth of platonic connections, so please don’t reblog with any romantic tags.

'Eddie, what's this?' Nancy asked when she walked into the hospital room to find Eddie upright in his bed, with a pile of paper on his nightstand and surrounded by origami boats.

'Hi, Wheeler,' he said with a smile that wasn't quite as broad as the one he would regularly flash at her in the school hallways before their Week From Hell.

He looked better than the last time she'd visited, though: he had more color on his cheeks and his hair had clearly been washed and brushed. Apart from the scratches on his arms and the stitches in his cheek, he almost looked normal.

'You ever heard of ghost ships?' he asked Nancy as she went to sit down in the plastic chair at his bedside.

'Ghost ships?' she repeated. She tried to remember a term like that from Mike's D&D games, but came up empty.

'They're like, versions of yourself that you'll never get to be,' Eddie explained, picking up one of the paper boats around him and holding it loosely in his hands. 'Like the version of me who'd graduate high school.' He picked up another of his creations. 'Or the version of me who could walk without a cane.'

'You might,' Nancy reminded him.

'See, that's the whole point of ghost ships, Nance,' Eddie said with a smile like he was making some kind of grand revelation. The sparkle still didn't quite reach his eyes, though. 'You hold onto them, because you can't let go. Until you finally set them free, send 'em out onto the ocean. Watch them disappear on the horizon.' He shoved one of the boats off his bed in a somewhat cat-like movement; Nancy followed the falling boat with her eyes until it gracefully landed on the linoleum.

She thought about her own ghost ships. There were plenty of them, as if she had unknowingly opened a whole ghost port back in 1983. The version of her that lived in the peaceful bliss of not knowing how to shoot a gun. The version of her that would grow old with Steve, or with Jonathan. The version of her that loved to dance. The version of her that cared about which grade she'd get on her chemistry test.

The version of her that had a best friend called Barb.

'What if you don't want to let them go?'

Eddie looked up from the boats surrounding him, into her eyes.

'Then they'll always keep haunting you.'

Nancy thought about that for a minute.

'Which one's haunting you most, right now?' she finally asked.

Eddie's fingers started roaming over his sheets, until he picked up one of his boats, cradling it in his hands like it was made of glass.

'The version of me that didn't kill Chrissy.' He said it so softly that Nancy almost couldn't hear him. His eyes, wide as always and suddenly glazed with tears, kept staring at the boat in his hands like he was expecting it to start talking back at him.

'The version of me that saw she was hurting and didn't – didn't use that to his advantage. The version of me who didn't sell her fucking drugs but actually tried to help her.' He took a deep, shaky breath. 'The version of me that didn't run away and left her when she started floating.'

This was probably the point where Nancy should remind him that what happened to Chrissy was in no way his fault; but she knew exactly how he felt. She knew exactly how empty those words would be.

'Did I ever tell you about my friend Barb?' she asked him instead.

Her heart ached at the mere mention of Barb's name; she had never talked about her with anyone, ever. Not really. Steve had tried to be there for her, that first year after it happened, by visiting Barb's parents with her and holding her when she woke from a nightmare; but talking about it wasn't something he had been able to give her. And neither had Jonathan, or even Mike, or anyone else who knew about... everything.

But Nancy now realized that Eddie might understand, more than anyone else.

He looked up from his paper boat, a questioning look in his eyes when his gaze found hers.

'I mean, I know what happened to her...' he said, hesitant.

Almost subconsciously, Nancy reached out to one of the boats on Eddie's bed and took it in her own hands.

'She died because of me.'

It was the first time she said those words out loud – or the first time since that one awful party that she couldn't even remember.

'She died because I didn't care enough about how miserable she was feeling. She died because I wasn't there for her.' She tried to swallow the lump in her throat away. 'Vecna, he – he showed me what happened, you know. How she screamed my name, and how I didn't hear her. How I wasn't there.'

She blinked, her eyes focused on the boat in her hands.

'I don't think I can ever let go of that.'

'Do you blame Steve, too?' Eddie asked, his voice uncharacteristically quiet. 'He was there with you, wasn't he?'

Nancy hesitated. 'I used to,' she finally admitted. 'But I don't anymore.'

Eddie nodded.

'So you can also forgive yourself,' he pointed out. 'Sure, it might take a bit longer. You can keep that ship docked in your port for a while. But that doesn't mean it has to stay there forever.'

And somehow, that was a comforting thought. Maybe being the owner of a haunted ship wasn't all bad. Maybe the fact that it would be staying for a while meant nothing less than that she had loved someone deeply.

'So do you have any ghost ships you want to hold onto?' Nancy asked Eddie.

He stayed silent for a while, looking pensive.

'I think I’m not quite ready to give up on Eddie the high school graduate,' he finally said.

'Yeah?'

'Yeah.' He nodded, looking increasingly more certain of his words. '87, baby. 'S gonna be my year.' He paused, the fake smile dropping from his face just as sudden as it had appeared.

'And I wanna hold onto Chrissy. Can't change a thing about that one anymore; but I'm not ready to let go just yet.'

Nancy nodded. 'That makes sense,' she said. 'Maybe you can anchor it next to Barb's one. They might like the company.'

[asimpforthe80s]

Shouldn't Be Attracted To A Criminal..

Starring: Eddie Munson and Murderer!Y/N

Warning: mentions of murder. Drugs. Prison escapee Y/N. Falling in love with a criminal. Kinda short.

Part 2

You had just escaped prison and were on the run. Eddie was waiting for his client in the woods as he heard a rustling in a bush. "Who's there?" He asked, standing up. "Chrissy?" He yelled out, not knowing who was there. He walked over to the bush and saw you, covered in dirt and a little blood. Leaves in your long black hair and scratches on your pink cheeks. You wore a prison uniform. Shit, he thought as he backed up slowly.

You jumped out of the bushes, threatening him with a knife in your hands. "Scream and you're dead, hear me?" Your voice was quiet.

"Woah, woah, woah!!" Eddie said as he held up his hands. "Let's calm down here, alright? No one has to get hurt." He said in a calm voice. "That's right. No one needs to get hurt. So shut up, don't yell, and don't you fucking dare call no one." You walked closer to him, holding your knife tighter in your hands. Eddie tried to move backwards, not wanting to make her mad. "Look, look, I don't have a cell phone. I'm not going to call anyone. Please, just put the knife down." Eddie said in a shaky voice, his eyes darting around nervously. You looked around, searching the area for anyone who might see or hear you. "You waiting for anyone? Is anyone going to come here?"

"No, no one is coming. I swear." Eddie said. "No one is coming. I swear." He said, hoping she would believe him, even though he was lying. "You're only telling me lies, I know it." You held your knife a little tighter and took your free hand to your pocket. "Who. Is. Coming." You said in a harsh tone. Eddie looked down at the ground, feeling trapped now. He was scared of her. "Look, you're right, im lying. I'm waiting for my client. I sell drugs." He looked up at her, his big, brown eyes pleading for mercy. "Okay then. Who is this client of yours?"

"Her name is Chrissy Cunningham. She's wearing a cheerleader uniform." Eddie said. "She's meeting me here so I can give her some cocaine." Eddie said, praying that she would just rob him and not kill him. "When is this 'Chrissy' supposed to meet you here."

"She was supposed to be here 15 minutes ago." Eddie said. "I don't know what's taking so long." He said, glancing at his watch. "Got a car? Van? Motorcycle? Anything?"

"Yeah, I have my van over there, across that clearing. Why do you ask?" He said, pointing towards the clearing. "Need a getaway."

"Heyyyy, wait. Don't get any ideas. I like my van. You can't steal my van! How the hell am I gonna sell my drugs without my van?" Eddie asked. "Goddamnit, people these days." You muttered. Eddie laughed nervously, trying to keep the situation light. "I'm just saying, that van cost me 30 grand, and if you think I'm just gonna let you take it, you gotta be crazy. I make all of my money in that van." He said.

You thought for a few minutes, not saying a word. Eddie stayed quiet, hoping that she wouldn't actually try to steal his van. He didn't know if he could stop her, if she decided to do it. He stood there waiting for her to respond. "Hey, what about you stay at my place instead?" You snapped out of your trance. "What- are you crazy? What if the police come?!" Eddie laughed nervously, "The police aren't gonna come. I know for a fact that no one even knows where I am. The police probably aren't even looking for me yet. And look, if you come with me to my cabin in the woods, I'll share some of the profits from my drug business with you." He said, trying to sweeten the deal.

"Dude.. you're already doing too much by letting me stay at your place, I don't need no money." You reassured him. "Just come with me, I know it seems sketchy, but I promise it's safe." Eddie said. "The place is kinda run down, but it's warm. I just live by myself out there, I don't have a lot of furniture, but I've got a bed and a tv, and a couch." He said, still trying to convince her to come with him, just so he could get his van back. "Huh.. you're quite a weird fellow." You chuckled. "But, fine.. I'll take your offer on lettin' me stay." Eddie sighed in relief. "Thank god, yes! Thank god. Let's get going." He said, starting to head towards his van. He was weird for letting you - a mass murderer - stay with him for no reason.

You followed him back to the white van parked in the clearing. Eddie climbed into the driver seat. "Alright, hop in!" He said, motioning towards the passenger seat. You hopped into the passenger seat. The van smelled like cocaine and tobacco. He started up the van and started driving towards his cabin in the woods. "Hey, what's your name, by the way?" He asked as he drove. "Name's Y/N.. if you tell anyone who I am and where I am, you're dead to me.. and most likely dead in general.."

"No worries of that, I'm not a rat. My name's Eddie." He said. "Nice to meet you Y/N." He put his hand out to shake your hand. "I hope you won't kill me in my sleep later on, hahaha." He laughed. You laughed. "No promises!" You paused. "Nah man, just kiddin' with ya." Eddie laughed nervously, hoping she was joking. "Heh, you better be." He said, chuckling. As he drove along the dirt road through the woods, Eddie started to relax a bit as they were getting closer to his cabin. He hoped you wouldn't try to murder him. "Yeah, I'm joking.. don't worry.. it sounds sketchy, but so does letting a murderer stay in your cabin in the middle of nowhere, so we're even?"

"Yeah, I guess you could put it like that." Eddie said, still feeling a little uncomfortable. "I swear, if you kill me in this van, I'm going to be so pissed haha." He chuckled, looking over at you to see your reaction. You laughed. "You can check me if ya want, but I ain't got no knife on me." Eddie chuckled as well, as he parked the van in front of a small cabin in the woods. "We're here." He said, getting out of the car. As he walked over to the front door, he opened it up. "I told you my place was a little run down, but it's got everything you need." He said with a shrug. "Ooh, nice tho.." you said and got out.

"Well, come in, come on in." Eddie said, inviting you inside. The cabin looked to be about 30 or 40 years old. The paint was fading, and in some areas it was chipped away all together. The furniture was old, with wear and tear, some of it in need of a replacement. "So whatdya think?" He asked. "Looks nice to be this old.. got any spare clothes? Walkin' 'round in a prison uniform isn't good.."

"Yeah, I can find some clothes for you. What size?" Eddie asked. He started walking upstairs. "You can hang out up there, and I will get you some new clothes. Make yourself at home, alright?" He said as he climbed the stairs towards his bedroom. "Yeah, I don't care about the size, tho.." You smiled a little, feeling an unfamiliar warmth. "Alright." Eddie said as he walked into his room. He started rummaging around until he found a shirt, pair of jeans, and a hoodie that would fit you. "Here." He said, heading back downstairs. "You can change in the bathroom if you want." Eddie said as he gave you the clothes.

"Thanks, man." Walking over to the bathroom, you smiled, feeling that weird warmth inside you again. What was this? Why did you suddenly feel like this around him? It was weird. You thought as you changed. The scent of him still on the clothes made your head spin. Fuck, did you like him? You got nervous as you walked out to him again. The clothes were a little too big, but you liked it better that way anyway.

Eddie blushed a little as he looked you up and down. He didn't expect you to look so good outside of those prison clothes. "Huh, those are pretty big on you. Are you comfy in there?" He asked, trying not to look at... certain areas. "Yeah, I kinda like it.." You tried your best to ignore the feelings you felt around him. It was intoxicating to you. You hated that you loved it.

As Eddie looked at you, he couldn't help but notice your lips, how soft they looked. "Uhm, yeah, I'm just gonna take a shower really quickly. You, uh, go ahead and look around, but just don't touch anything, ok? I'll be out here if you need anything." Eddie said as he began to walk towards the bathroom. He was really nervous now, and this time it wasn't because you were a dangerous criminal. "Yep, got it." You smiled and sat down.

Eddie took a deep breath before walking through the door to the bathroom. As soon as it closed behind him, he screamed out in frustration. "Why the hell is she so beautiful?" He muttered under his breath as he turned the water on and began to strip his clothes off. "I shouldn't be attracted to a dangerous criminal like her, but damn she's perfect."

Tell me if y'all want a pt.2!

[fxckadoodledoomunson]

The Bet |One-Shot|

Summary: You and Eddie are at a party, and Jason takes the opportunity to tell you about a bet he made with Eddie. Little does he know that you were already aware...

Warnings: swearing, mention of infidelity, extortion, Jason being a dick.

You and Eddie had been seeing each other for over a month. The two of you had never really hung out before you got together. He had his Hellfire club, and you were a lone wolf, but somehow, fate had decided to bring you two together, thanks to Jason.

You two were at a party hosted by Chrissy. Neither of you were part of the popular crowd, but Eddie was invited by Chrissy because he was her dealer and friend, much to Jason’s dismay, and you came as Eddie’s plus one.

You were in the kitchen, wanting to be away from the loud music. You were drinking your punch, when you felt a pair of arms, wrapping around your waist.

You turned your head to find Eddie standing behind you, kissing your cheek, before asking, “Missed me, sweetheart?”

“Always,” you replied, before you kissed his lips.

You took another sip of your punch, before asking him, “How did the deal go?”

“Got sixty bucks from that Quarterback,” Eddie replied. He then softly said in-between kissing your cheek and earlobe, “Which means that we can add that to our romantic getaway fund.”

You giggled, before pulling him in for another kiss, when you suddenly got interrupted by Jason and his goons. “Hey Munson!” He called out.

“What do you want, Carver?” Eddie asked, as he glared at him.

Jason took out cash from his pocket, as he told him, “Here! Five hundred bucks. From our bet.”

“What bet? What’s he talking about?” You asked Eddie with a confused expression on your face.

“Oh...” Jason exclaimed with a smug look on his face, before telling you, “Did he not tell you? I made a bet with him a month ago. I told him that if he can get you to date him within a month, he would get his money.”

Most of the jocks snickered behind Jason, when you bowed your head and started sobbing.

“Sweetheart?” Eddie began to ask, as he put his hands on your shoulder.

Suddenly, your sobs turned to laughter, as you lifted your head up, leaving Jason and his goons confused.

You sighed, before asking Jason, “Oh Jason, did you really think I was born yesterday?”

“What?” Jason asked.

“I knew about the bet for a long time.”

Jason turned to Eddie and asked, “You told her?”

“He didn’t need to. I heard you.” You answered.

A month earlier before school, you were sitting on the grass, behind the school, reading A Clockwork Orange in peace, when you overheard Jason threatening Eddie, “Stay away from Chrissy, freak! Or I’ll tell the cops that you’re selling drugs to her.”

“It’s not my fault that she asked for my help,” Eddie retorted.

“If she wanted help, she would’ve come to me, not you!”

You saw Jason trying to calm himself down, before he asked Eddie, “You’re desperate for cash, Munson? Fine. How about a bet?”

“A bet?” Eddie asked.

You then heard Jason mention your name, asking if Eddie knew you.

“Yeah? We have English together,” Eddie began to tell Jason. “Why?”

“If you can get her to date you within a month, you can have five hundred bucks.”

“Five hundred bucks? Are you serious?”

“After that, I want you to stop your deals with Chrissy. Got it?!”

Eddie deeply sighed, before silently nodding at Jason.

“Good. Best of luck to you,” Jason smugly said, before walking off.

You shook your head as you watched Jason go inside, before you turned your attention to Eddie, wondering if he was really going to go through with it.

During English, you were writing notes down about the lesson when you saw a piece of folded paper land on your table. You picked it up and unfolded it, silently reading the message: Meet me in the woods after school, E.M.

You looked up, finding Eddie looking back at you, before quickly turning to face the board.

After school, you immediately went to the woods. When you got there, you saw Eddie sitting at the picnic table, biting his nails.

When you approached him, Eddie looked up at you and greeted you.

“You asked me to meet you?” You asked as you sat down opposite him.

“Yeah,” Eddie began to reply. “There’s something that I’ve wanted to ask you-“

“I know about the bet, so don’t give me some bullshit that you’ve liked me for some time or something,” you bluntly told him.

A dumbfounded Eddie began to stammer, “H-how did you-?”

“I overheard you and Jason earlier outside the school,” you explained. “I also overheard him threatening you with the police if you don’t stop doing deals with his girlfriend.”

Eddie sighed, before telling you, “Listen, I didn’t want to do it, but I couldn’t say no. If he rats me out, I can’t graduate.”

You sympathetically gazed at him, when he said, “If you want, I’ll call the bet off, and-“

“No, don’t do that,” you interjected, making Eddie confused. You sighed before telling him, “Look, you’re a good guy. And I know how hard you worked to make sure that you can graduate. I’ll help you, on one condition.”

“What?”

“I’ll pretend to date you, if you give me half of the money.”

Eddie looked at you for a moment, before he smirked, as he put out his hand and said, “You got yourself a deal, sweetheart.”

You shook his hand, as you smiled, before asking him, “So, how are we gonna do this?”

“Well, we can start the show tomorrow. I’ll pick you up and we can play the new hot couple of Hawkins,” Eddie chuckled.

“Hmmm...the freak and the lone wolf, the new King and Queen of Hawkins. Jason and Chrissy, eat your hearts out,” you joked, which made Eddie laugh heartily.

Since then, you two had taken every opportunity to pretend to be a couple. You both flirted whenever Jason and his goons were around.

Eddie eventually invited you to sit with him at the Hellfire table, and the two of you began to enjoy each other’s company.

It wasn’t until the second week after you two pretended to date and spent time together, you both shared a kiss by his van to make the relationship more convincing. If you were honest, you didn’t expect him to be a good kisser. It was then after the kiss, that you felt something for him.

The second time you kissed him was when Eddie dropped you off at home. No one was around to see, but you kissed him, because you wanted to. As you broke off the kiss, he told you, “Okay, sweetheart. You don’t need to kiss me, no one’s here to see-“

You interrupted him by kissing him again. This time, the kiss was more passionate. You earned a moan from Eddie, as he kissed you back.

After pulling away, you asked him, “How do you feel about turning our fake relationship into the real deal?”

Eddie gulped, before asking you, “Are you sure that you want that, sweetheart?”

“I’ve been sure since you first kissed me.”

Eddie grinned at you, before pulling you in for another passionate kiss.

Back in the present, you told Jason, “I should thank you for making that bet with Eddie, otherwise we wouldn’t have got together. Also, I wouldn’t have told him about your dirty little secret with Erin from the gymnastics team.”

Jason’s face fell, hearing that you knew about his infidelity, as Eddie smirked at him.

You glared at Jason, before telling him, “Now, here’s what’s going to happen. I won’t tell Chrissy about your infidelity, if you let Eddie continue to do his deals with her and not rat him out. And also, we want double of the bet money.”

“What?!” Jason exclaimed. “You’re not serious.”

“Oh, she is,” Eddie retorted, as he rested his chin on your shoulder, smirking.

“So, a thousand dollars, and Chrissy won’t hear anything from us,” you told Jason, who quickly told his goons to give him the rest of the money.

Jason begrudgingly gave you and Eddie the cash, as Eddie smugly told him, “Pleasure doing business with you.”

As Jason and his friends left the kitchen, you and Eddie looked at each other, before you both had burst out laughing.

You then handed the cash to Eddie, as you asked him, “So, shall we add that to our getaway fund?”

“I have a better idea,” Eddie began to reply, as he kissed your cheek. “Why don’t we put it towards a new fund? Maybe for an apartment?”

You giggled, as you asked, “Really? We’ve been dating for almost a month and you already want us to move in together?”

“Well, not now. But maybe, someday?”

You kissed him, before you told him, “Why not?”

Eddie chuckled, before he kissed you back.

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unchained melody

☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆

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Summary : you've waited for decades to find your purpose, a trip to Earth isn't so bad.... is it?

Word Count : I'm not making this long as I can 😩

Warnings : 18+ Eddie Munson x FEM!reader, language, Eddie is 20 but reader would be probably much more older since she's a fairy, VECNA & UPSIDE DOWN DIDN'T EXIST IN THIS but still set in the 80's of course, Jason Carver being a bully (he'll appear very briefly, I promise) calling reader a bitch, use of y/n, cheating (not on reader), mentions of past life of Eddie (briefly too), mentions of Eddie doing drUg deals

What to Expect : fairy!reader‼️ fluff, fantasy, comedy, magical and a bit of angst

Note To Reader : I wanna make this idea come to life so badly and I hope you'll love it! 🥺🫶🏻

Author Note : I just wanna imagine how Eddie would react if he found himself a freaking fairy and he would absolutely go nuts for it and take care of that whimsical being like his life depends on it fr

"W-What the fuck?!"

Eddie falls back down on the ground while clutching of his safekeeping lunchbox that he sells with Chrissy earlier

His hands are shaking and his whole body trembling to what he just witnessed at the moment

He is petrified that something blasted out of nowhere coming from the sky

He tries to get up, his heart rapidly fast as he walks towards at the possible danger

But, he wants to suspect what it is

The smog and the gusting wind whooshes away like nothing happened

He looked around in the woods to see if someone's out there, there's no one

He hesitates to check at the mysterious whatever that was, maybe, he'll might die of being curious

Before he turn his heel backward, a sudden soft glow shining on the area

He squints his eyes as he tries to look harder on the ground

When his eyes finally saw that he's dying to see, it widen and he gasped

The safekeeping lunchbox slipped off from his hands making a "clank" sound

He couldn't quite understand if this is just all a dream or maybe he took too much of the shit that he's having

He rubbed his eyes as if you'll disappear after he does it but you didn't it

He crouches down, reaching out for your hands to touch you

He wants reassurance that you're real

That this isn't just some hallucination

When his fingertips touch the smooth, soft delicate skin of yours is so foreign

He never felt something so different from any other human being before

He let out another gasp, yeah, you're fucking real, alright

"Okay, what the hell is happening" he talks to himself

"Maybe, I should stop selling this, the universe is now testing me to quit it" he raises his hands up in surrender

He gets up and paces back and forth as he glances at you

He taken noticed that there's so many sparkles around you and my god- your hair is like he'd never seen anyone with that marvelous hair it looks so weirdly healthy

Eddie already made up to this mind that you're a fairy, considering how you seem so unhuman-like, okay, you're beautiful that's granted but to him- you're so....unreal

Your clothes are like something came out of the pictures from his favorite fantasy books

He tilts his head because it looks so legitimately that it isn't just some Halloween party costume

You're breathing but still unconscious

Eddie didn't even remember that he'll be late for his next class

You're a stranger and hell- he didn't even know you

But, he can't leave you like this especially in the woods alone

He put the hand on the top of his head, he is so stressed out

He isn't even sure if this is some kind of joke or not

He holds you carefully by the shoulders shaking you slightly as he tries to wake you up

The moment you moved, he raises his brows as he tries to give you space and moves back away a little bit

Your eyes flutters open, your vision is still blurry as you try to comprehend to where you are

You helped yourself up as you look around you, the time when your eyes meet his

Your heart pounds, your eyes light up and you smiled at him

He furrows his brows and he looks at you in confusion

You start to walk towards to him still having the same expression as if you knew him

You really did though, a tad bit

"You look so much better in person!" You spoke in delight and excitement?

"Wh-What?" He extends his hands in stop gesture as you halt your tracks

"Oh, right, I'm Y/N! It's such a pleasure to finally meet you!" You take his hand as you shake it politely

He rips his hands off you and he kept walking backwards as you moved forward to him

"I-I didn't even know you!" He scarily said it out loud

You're taken aback from his outburst as you tilt your head at him

The look you gave him, he suddenly knew that you probably don't remember anything of what happened to you that you're clearly fucking fell out from the sky

"Uh- Y/N- y-you fell from the sky" he points it out in the air

You follow his gesture as your eyebrows both raised together and now you're finally understand why he is so uncomfortable at your presence

You swallowed, you immediately felt the emotion and the feeling that he's having

You can't blame him, he is scared and also he's right, he didn't knew anything about you

"I'm sorry, Eddie- please forgive me, It wasn't my intention to frighten you"

He collects himself for a while as he scans your face, you're telling the truth

He sighs "Look, I-" he paused, trying to pick up the right words to say "I was just out here making a deal- I was supposed to go back to class after it but as I headed back to the building, you- just blasted from the sky on my way there and I don't know why this is happening to me, I don't know why am I talking to you right now, you know me, I don't know you and I have no idea who even are you?!?" He exclaims while rambling

You shake your head "I knew coming here is such a bad idea" you murmured

You walked back away from him

"I should've listen to the rules"

He knits his brows and he follows you

"What? What are you saying?" He blocks your way

Your joyful aura has faded away so quickly, he can't help but feel so sorry for it?

You just stare at him, you shrug- "It doesn't matter anymore"

"Hey, this whole day is so freaking odd to me it's not even over yet, so- don't you dare try to walk out on me, I just want answers"

His tone changed and his face is serious

"you promise- you won't freak out this time?"

He nods

"I'm a fairy, Eddie"

"Are you being for real?" He still refuses to believe until....

You showed him your perfectly detailed wings

He flinches at the sudden appearance of it but recovers quickly soon after

"Y-You're a fairy?!" His eyes goes all over your wings, a small smile tugs on the sides of his lips

You catched it as you finally bought back your mood

"Yeah" you grin at him enjoying the sight of him being genuinely amazed at you

You wouldn't do this for other random people but for Eddie? You trust him and get comfortable for some reason

He finally looks at you with soft eyes "Why are you here?"

Before you can respond, you saw the familiar face over his shoulder, he noticed your expression changes

"Hey! Eddie- there you are! we've been looking everywhere for you" Gareth shouts out loud

He turns his whole body to look at his friend, he grew nervous if he saw you but when he looked back, you're gone

He studies his friend, he knows something is up but he decides to not ask him about it

"You don't want Principal Higgins to give you another suspension, hmm?" Gareth crosses his arms as he smirks

"Oh- get the hell outta here, Gareth" Eddie picks up his safekeeping lunchbox at the ground as he subtly looked everywhere in the woods finding you

Gareth walks beside him, Eddie blurs the voice of his friend talking as he finally found you, his whole face lights up

You wave at him with a lovely smile on your face

He nods his head slightest move as he smiles back at you

"Eddie? About the rehearsal later?"

His friend's voice pulled out of his trance with you

"Uh- yeah, right- after class"

He looked back and you were nowhere to be found

Eddie couldn't wait any longer to go home already, he's been jumping his knee up and down

As soon as he saw the clock strikes at 3pm, he get up fast and went outside of the classroom

He went at the back, the empty hall- he breathes deeply as he shook his head sideways

God- he wishes he isn't losing his mind

"You're not losing your mind, Eddie"

He jumped yet again that you appeared out of nowhere

"Y/N?"

You smiled "Hi, again"

"I-I have so many questions" he says as he memorizes everything about you

Your face and your sweet smile that you always gave him

You nod as you reached for his cheeks that he got caught off by your action "Maybe later, Eddie- you have a rehearsal with your friends, right?"

"Yeah, wait, how did you know-"

"Dude, come on- let's go" Jeff throws his arm around his friend's shoulder

When he finally gets home, he sets aside of his beloved guitar to his room

The moment he thinks to call you- he screams in shock

You winced at his voice

"Holy- fuc- you gotta stop doing that!" His hand flies to his chest as he tries to calm down

"I'm sorry!" Your face makes the cutest frown with that small voice

He chuckles slightly "It's alright" he dismissive his hand to you

You finally lay it all out for him, he watches you intently and he listens carefully

Thank goodness, Wayne- we'll back in the morning

"So" he thinks for a second "You're here to help me?" he makes a point gesture to you and back to him

"Yeah, don't get me wrong, I enjoy and love what I was meant to do, I aced all the tests- I did it well like literally everything but after I finished it- you supposed to have a person to guide that you know deep within yourself that you chose the right one, especially when you're a newcomer that must happen"

He leans closer looking at you across at the small living room

"You didn't have any?"

You break your eyes away from as you look down as you shake your head

"No, I don't- I was there for decades, nothing came up to me that connects with me"

He gives you a sympathetic smile

You blink at him as you continue to explain further more "Newcomer's are allowed to explore the earth to find what's their purpose with one specific person but they're aren't allowed to interact with humans"

"Did you just disobeyed your rules?" He's amused by even a magical creature like you can do stuff like that

"Yeah, I'd have to or else I'll just stare at the abyss" you half-joked

"Everyone up there, they already knew their purpose at the first place and I'm just like so caught up in the middle that I feel like I'm losing my time" you paused, you don't wanna sound too sad

His gaze on you softens as you glance at him, he really does care, you can see it in his eyes

"Every fairy has their purpose like for example, A fairy can help you with love, your talent, even with something more personal like finding your place in the world, a family, anything, even with emotions too"

"And you?"

"I-I still don't know what's my use for the people" you softly replied as you duck your head down

He nods slowly as he spoke again "Does anyone every human have their own fairy?"

"Not all of them- we only appear when a human has a pure kind heart"

"I have a good heart?" He says it aloud in disbelief

"Yes, you do, Eddie" you smile at him

You wanted to say it to him about what's the main reason behind all of this but you don't want to overwhelm him, maybe, soon

"Wow" he grins at you as he looked back at the kitchen

"You might be hungry"

"Do you mean food?"

He looks at you perplexed at your tone "Yeah- wait- do fairies eat food?"

"We don't"

"You're kidding?"

"No, I am not"

"How in the world are you even alive at this point if you don't eat?!"

You shrug "Magic, I guess?"

He snorts "Okay, fair enough"

He's embarrassed not having real food in the house and it's not his fault, he is just not used having guests at his trailer

He prepares Mac & Cheese and regretting giving it you since you said that "fairies don't eat" but that won't even stop you for trying

It's your first time so you copy his movements by bringing the spoon to your mouth

You start to chew until it hits your taste buds and you squeal of how good it is

He chuckles at you in amusement

He bids goodnight to you as headed to his bedroom- you wonder why you're both separated to each other

The moment he enters the bedroom, he almost stumbles to his footsteps

"What did I say about that?!"

"Can I sleep beside you?"

He is dumbfounded at the question as he clears his throat

"No, we can't"

"Why not?"

"Because-"

"Am I not allowed to? Is it forbidden?"

He scratches his head "Y/N" he sighs in tiredness

"I always thought-" you gasp "Is it the human rules?! Do you have like those too?"

He doesn't want to argue with you anymore and he doesn't have the energy to explain it you

This whole day is a lot to take in

"Okay, fine- you want to sleep beside me?"

"Yeah" you reply happily

He just chuckles in your enthusiasm

Phew- good thing he changed his bedsheets, he doesn't want you to see the stains beneath it

He doesn't have a extra blanket so you both share

His whole body stiffens when the moment your body flush down at the mattress as you move around a little to get comfortable

You're the only girl and fuck- you're a goddamn fairy that he bought home

"This is nice" you say

A smile grows on his lips as he looks at you, his eyes went down to your clothes

"As much as I adore your dress- can you sleep like that?"

Every move you make your dress makes rustle sounds "Oh, you mean pajamas"

"Exactly"

"I think I can make up something"

You make a gesture to your hands until a sparkling soft gleam shoots right between your hands targeting your whole posture and it flashes a new set of clothes

He uses both of his elbows to sit himself up

"Woah, if only dressing up was easy like that"

It reveals to be a fluffy white cotton pajamas

You giggled as you take a look around to his room

"I love your room, it's so you"

He chortled "Uh- thank you"

"You mean waiting by decade, did you mean that you're more than 100 years old?"

"Try thousand "

"What- no way- you look"

"Young?"

He nods

"Yeah, time flies different at my place but when you're like thousand is like 20 years old in fairy years"

"Fairy years, huh?" He chuckles

You laugh "Billions are the oldest ones there"

He smiles down at you

"Hey, Y/N"

"Yeah?"

"You don't have to worry about not finding your purpose, you'll get there as long you don't give up"

You didn't expect him to say that you smiled at him widely even more your heart flutters to his words

"Thanks, Eddie, goodnight"

"Goodnight, sweetheart"

Eddie woke up while sleeping on the side of the bed, he brings his whole body to face you

There you are- sleeping peacefully, he checks the clock- it's 5am he wakes up too early as he groans slightly

He watches you sleep until the sun hits your skin- it's like the most extraordinary thing that he ever witnessed in his eyes

There's so many shimmers all over, he hasn't seen that wound under your forearm probably from the fall yesterday, it healed on it's own

"Oh my god" he whispers but he is indeed freaking out not wanting you to wake up

You started stirring in your own sleeping position, he froze, you open your eyes slowly

"Hi" you say with a smile

"Hello, Y/N"

"Eddie? boy- you're home?" Wayne calls out from the other side of the room

"Shit" he gets up and scrambles to pick a clean shirt and pants

You immediately sit up from his bed watching him

"You're nervous" you say

"Y-Yeah- I am"

The moment he reaches for the doorknob, his hair is messy so you click your tongue and say "Wait"

He looks back and you make a gesture to your hands shooting another soft gleam

Out of all the hair care treatments that he did, yours is far more better than he ever did

"Oh" he touches his hair, he blushes

"You're welcome" you smile

"Don't go anywhere, okay?"

"I won't"

He smiles at you as he went outside of the room

"You can uh- stay here until I get back home" he says as he jumps out of his van, it's Reefer Rick's house

Since Wayne is resting at the trailer, he finds another place where you're safe

Not that Wayne can't be trusted- it's just that he will be fucking grounded at the thought he bought a girl home

"Why can't I come with you?"

"To school?"

"Yes?"

He struggles to explain "No- It's too dangerous for you to come with me"

"I could protect you"

"W-What?!"

"If there's monsters I could fight them"

He laughs at your serious tone but that's true he has a lot of enemies at school

He notices that you're not laughing

"You would do that for me?"

"Absolutely! I could teach them some lessons that they'll probably won't bother you again if they try"

"You're serious?"

"Yes, that's my duty"

He unlocks the house letting you both inside as he closes the door, he checks the cabinets at the kitchen, there's plenty of food for you there

"I just can't understand why I can't come with you"

"Y/N" he walks towards you "People aren't like me"

You furrow your brows "What do you mean?"

He sighs "People ain't always nice" he knows it all too well, there's a glint on his eye that you're struggle to read

That's another thing that you should learn

"I just don't want you to get hurt, that's all"

"Okay"

He smiles and walks back at the front door "I'll be back, I promise"

"Eddie"

"Yeah?"

You hug him unexpectedly as he freezes at first but he hugs you back with unfamiliar tingling feeling on his stomach, he looks down at you with a smile

"Jeff, he's behaving very weird yesterday" Gareth argues with Jeff

"Yeah, right" he scoffs

"It's true! He's hiding something, I just know it"

"Hey, guys"

Gareth pretends to act cool

Jeff just whistles out of nowhere

He chuckles "What's going on?"

"Spill it out, Munson"

"What?"

"Gareth says that you're hiding something"

"I am not"

"You're lying!"

Eddie glares at Gareth and Jeff squints his eyes at his friend

"Y/N? I'm back?" He throws his bag on the couch

"I missed you!" You hugged him from behind as he takes a sigh of relief

"Missed me?" He raises his eyebrows, you're very sweet- it's just that this is all new to him, he never had a girl this close before

"Yeah"

Eddie smiles fades too shortly, he heard a rattle outside, he shushes you as you follow him

He grabbed a stainless steel pole, a suspense is growing in the atmosphere as he is ready to hit someone with it

"Woah, woah! Eddie- it's us!" Gareth raises his hands in surrender

"Oh my fucking god!" Eddie sighs in exasperation, he drops the stainless steel pole making a "cling" sound

"Eddie? Are you alright?"

Jeff's eyes widen and Gareth eyes flash with mischief he smirks at the sound of your voice

Eddie became tense as he begs for his friends not to come inside, he tried to block them out of the way, but both of them snickered

It's beyond of his control as he exclaims "Goddamn it!"

They both make a run for it, the moment when they're inside- Jeff and Gareth stopped

Eddie runs his hair in a stressful manner

You got startled at their appearance- you both recognized them immediately

"Are these your friends?" You beam at them

Jeff and Gareth shared a knowing look

"Care to explain, Eddie?" Jeff says

Gareth stares at you in amusement

"Listen, it's not what you think it is"

You felt a danger coming in as you shouted "Move away!"

Jeff, Gareth and Eddie are shocked to hear your voice

They both move out of the way as they went outside watching you in the middle as you stare at the sky

"Y/N? What is it?!" Eddie follows your gaze

"Look!" Gareth points it out a comet coming fast forward to you

"What is she doing?" Jeff says as they watch the scene unfolds

It looks like they're fairies as well but much more darker

A fought them all off and a big woosh of an impact when you had enough of those creatures

"Duck!" The three of them went down when bunch of broken trees flying everywhere

He taken noticed that the more you use your powers your glowing becomes more stronger it's the same thing that he saw from the fall

When you successfully defeated all of them you breathe heavily but a kind smile sitting on your face like nothing happened

Eddie smirks both to his friends, looking at them with jaw-dropped expressions on their faces

"They're gone, it's safe now" you say placing both of your palms to his friend's shoulders

They both sat in silence as they couldn't believe what they just witnessed

"I thought you're hiding a girl from us, not a fucking fairy?!?" Gareth exclaims as you just giggled

Jeff stands up sits besides Eddie as he explains everything

You sat down with Gareth as he looks at you curiously

"That all happened yesterday?!"

"You got that right"

You played with magic while Gareth watches in awe

Eddie and Jeff glances at you both

You can change the colors from Gareth's flannel as both men overhears Gareth saying "Wow, that's so cool!"

"She's here to find her purpose?"

"Yeah, I still need to know more though- she told me that right after you trained, you supposed to have a person ready- she waited for decades nothing showed up to her-"

"That's awful"

"Yeah, I know- I guess she picked me"

"You say that she could protect you right?"

"Yeah?"

"Wouldn't be awesome to bring her around school and watch her kick the fuck out of Principal Higgins?" Jeff jokingly snickers

Gareth chimes in "Yeah! That's gotta be amazing!"

You're fixing Gareth's hair using your powers as you join in the conversation

"Who's Principal Higgins?"

"That's the fucker who got Eddie held up back when he's supposed to graduate"

Before you could respond, Jeff adds

"Even Jason too! Kick his ass- Y/N!"

"Wait- til' Dustin hears about this-"

"No- Absolutely not! You guys are the only ones who can knew of her existence here"

"Your friends have good hearts" you plainly say with a smile on your face

"They both have good intentions and it seems like they only want to protect you like I do"

"I thought you said- I'm the only one?"

"I could protect you and the people around you that are kind to you"

Jeff and Gareth grins at Eddie

Eddie smiles at you and he almost forgot that his friends are there

He rolls his eyes "To the hell with it"

"I'm just worried something will happen to you"

"Don't be"

He loves your fairy aura appearance but it seems to obvious to go inside of the school with that

"Can you like change a bit of your-"

"Oh, yeah right- I can disguise"

Your hair from ebony went to chestnut brown and your clothes became more normal-like but still it isn't just some fabric that you could get in stores

A white skirt and a gray cardigan with black boots

"You look g-great" he became flustered complimenting you

"Thank you, now- let's go"

A bunch of high-schoolers eyeing you both as you hold tightly to Eddie's forearm

"Why is everyone looking at us?"

"It's because I am an outcast" Eddie wanted to say

"They aren't just used to see me with-"

"With what?"

"A girl"

"Oh"

At lunch, Eddie is becoming more anxious, you reached for his hand as he relaxes a bit

"You're okay? Y/N?" Jeff looks at you in concern

"Yeah, it's a lot of youngsters though" you say as you look around the room

"School cliques are fucking territorial" Gareth says as he flips someone off

"Well, someone got a new girl"

You felt Eddie's body tensed at the sound of his voice

That's Jason Carver

Something about this person makes you feel nauseous just by his presence

With one look at him, you knew that he did a lot of bad stuff to Eddie and that alone just pisses you off

"You got a problem, Carver?" You say

Eddie, Gareth and Jeff looked at each other

"I'm not talking to you, bitch"

the three men both rised up to their feet as they shoot daggers at their sworn enemy

You stopped Eddie by holding his chest as you walk slowly to Jason

Eddie, Gareth and Jeff follows you from behind

"I really don't get why you're so mean to Eddie"

All of the students are watching the scenario

The look you gave him is intense that he can't even look you in the eye

For some reason, you made him feel guilty

"Is it because he is everything that you're not? Carver? That's what annoys you?"

The "oooh's" from the students made him feel more worse

"You're a big man with a little dignity, Jason- that's what you are- do better" you scoffed

"Who do you think you are?" He walks closer to you as you push him back

"I am here to tell you to back off!"

"You think you could get away with that easily?"

"Don't test me or I'll tell everyone that you're fucking another girl besides Chrissy"

The whole students that gasped in shock

"Oh shit" Gareth jumps and Jeff cups his mouth

Eddie is surprised became amused that you cussed for the first time and he let out a smug smile to Jason

Chrissy slapped Jason's face as she storms out of the cafeteria

"Hold yourself accountable from your mistakes, Jason!" A cheerleader shouts and gives a smile at you

A bunch of highschool girls went straight to you

"I'm so glad you did that he's getting away with everything just because he has that "popular" title"

You're getting crowded and nod to everyone else that keeps saying "Thank you" to you almost like everyone is celebrating from what you did

In the corner of your eye, you see your friends, Eddie, Gareth and Jeff watching you as they both ramble in excitement

Eddie is the longest one to hold your gaze and he smiles at you

You kept your word to Eddie as the three of them as they watch you reasoning with Principal Higgins

"What's she saying?" Gareth whispers

"I can't lip read" Jeff whispers back

Eddie shushes them both as they try to understand your expressions

You went outside and they both wait for your verdict

"I got it covered" you wink at Eddie as the two of his friends jump in victory behind his back

"What did you do?"

His face doesn't seem like he's convinced, a part of him is relieved but also he isn't?

"I told him that your father doesn't define who you really are" you speak softly to him

His eyes went melancholy being born having "Munson" as your last name, life gets even more tougher

"I picked as fast as I read him what's the reason behind holding you back and that is why" you added as you watch him closely

He became all too quiet but he gave a sad smile to you

You're with him for over a month now and you both grew close.... too close

It feels like you both feel attachment to each other

First blossoming memories with you is getting amazed at the popcorn popping and you sigh in delight of how good it is and Eddie just loves you for it- popcorn is now one of your favorite foods

Eddie introduced you to all of the music that he worships so much- he turned you into a metalhead fairy, he didn't expect you to like it but you did it

Eddie takes you to watch movies at the local theatre and saw "Casablanca" with him

You tried so much harder to learn what love is but it seems like you must to know how it feels first before you learn to what it is

Unbeknownst to you, Eddie watches you as you react at the scenery of the film, appreciating every cinematography and the actors in it too

He's never felt this happy before and it scares him, What if somehow your job is done, what will happen to him?

Can he live without you on his side?

He ignores every feeling that he's having for you and for godsakes- you're just doing your responsibility and here he is falling for you

He bet didn't know that you're also falling for him too- you just didn't know that how it works and it is now happening

You watched him perform at The Hideout for the first time and there you are cheering him on as you look at him gleefully

In a minute, he just took his eyes off of you as he dealing with the crew and staff

A guy approaches you and oh gosh- Eddie felt on rage and jealousy for some reason

He knows about men that cannot be trusted that he just want you for- come on- let's be real here- fucking sleep with you

Before he can interrupt your conversation he overheard him saying "Can I take you home with me?"

You're so polite and also innocent for the obvious predator that wants to lure you into his trap

"Hey, dude- she's my girlfriend" he snarky announced to the guy, the words he just said carries with so much weight before he can stopped himself for saying it

The man recognizes him in one look and walks away quickly

"Y/N, that's what I mean about people that aren't nice"

"Oh, that, I'm sorry but I told him, No- and he wouldn't listen"

He is still furious you can see it in his face "You're good though? Right?"

"Yeah, I'm okay"

"Let's go home"

He's pilling the pillows from his bed as you watch him

"Eddie"

"Yes?"

"What's a girlfriend?"

Fuck

His words are coming out jumbled and his cheeks went crimson red

"U-Uh- that's the term for dating someone" he avoids your eyes

"Dating?"

"Y-Yeah- th-that happens when y-you found love and if you're dating for a long time then-"

"Then what happens?"

"You both get married"

"So we'll get married anytime sooner?"

That's when he tries to stifle a laughter but he can't help but laugh from his stomach forming a boom cackle

You laugh with him while being confused

His laughter dies down as he spoke "That's not easy, Y/N"

"I really don't get it- I mean we're both like dating for a month and that's like very long now"

He just shakes his head and chuckles

"Don't you want me?"

His silly demeanor changes into soft and serious expression

"I do" he thinks to himself

"I really like you, Y/N"

You smile widely at him

"So we do get married!"

He just started sniggering, you really don't get it

You both go back and forth for bickering with each other until you both get sleepy

You dozed off for a few hours and you woke up and it seems too much early for you to waking up at this time

You want to feel him and try to understand him a lot more

There's something that is blocking you off to look deeper into him

You gently touched his chest as you closed your eyes as you went for his core memories

It started so pleasing until his father wasn't emotionally available became a drug dealer that he wasn't proudly to became one too, her mother was everything but died too soon, he missed her everyday, Wayne was the father figure that he never had

He experienced being bullied, he is often discriminated in the town because of his family history, he's an outcast mostly belittling him by the popular ones at school, that's why he always appeared so scary to intimidate the other people who dares to harm him or make fun of him at any possible way, it's a facade to keep bad people out of his life

There's one thing that captures you, the one thing that you could never take your eyes off

Despite his life being so much in despair and agony, he is still.... Eddie.... he never changed and that is why he created this world for people like him and that made your heart swell and a tear went down on your cheek

You suddenly get up and swiped the salty tears from your cheek, you're feeling something so different

You've never cried before and somehow it also made you feel jubilant about it- you learned something new

"Empathy" you hiccupped from your uncontrollable sobs

The challenge is to make him believe that he is lovable and so much deserving of love, you must make him feel that he does matter and not a nobody

Eddie wakes up from your sniffles and he sits up so fast that he hold you by your forearms

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He uses his thumbs to wipe your tears, this is the first time he sees you vulnerable

"I-I just need to tell you that while I'm searching for a specific person, you just- caught my attention in a snap and I don't know why but for some reason that I was really made for you, something else that is pulling me in that I must go with you"

"That's the reason why I'm here, Eddie, my world didn't gave me a choice because something already has taken the position of it and it's you"

Eddie's heartbeats faster than anyone who runs in a marathon from your words

You just pull him and hug him tightly

"If I could change the way that you see yourself, Eddie- you're a wonderful person"

"That's- oh- sweetheart- that's the most nicest thing that I ever heard"

You both hugged at each other didn't care how long it takes it just feels you whole lot better

Everytime you spend time with him, you learned new things and you can also feel that your time with him? it will be over soon

So, that's why you take the chance to be with him always

"Hey, Eddie"

"Yeah, kid?"

"I just wanna say what you told me really helped a lot and I just wanted to say thank you" Dustin says with a cheekiest smile

"I'm always here for you"

"See you later at the campaign!"

"That's such a sight to see, Ed's" you approach him as soon as the kid was out of the scene

"Yeah"

Come on, say it, it's now or never, Munson

"Y/N? Is this your doing?"

"What do you mean?"

"I dunno- I just feel like light as a feather, I mean- I always been myself but right now being like this since then and I've never stopped myself for doing it- I feel wonderful"

Tears welled up in your eyes as you look down while walking, you just mask it with a smile

Your time has come

"No, it's not my doing, Eddie-"

You feel weak all of the sudden and felt a force pulling you

You fall down from your tracks as Eddie panicked to you catch you before you hit the ground

"Wh-What's going on?"

You can't stop the tears from falling and faking it that you're okay, you let the tears stream down your face

Eddie eyeing you with so much concern

"I finally had it, Eddie"

"What?"

"I found my purpose"

You held his cheeks as you caressing it with your thumb softly

"Empathy, Compassion and Understanding is my gift to you, I successfully made you realized it"

"Y/N- I'm not that good enou-"

"You are, stop doubting yourself, you're unapologetically you, Eddie"

"I-I don't know what to say" his eyes became glossy as he looked around to help you with-

You hand out the "Unchained Melody" tape by The Righteous Brothers, it's a gift that he gave to you

His eyes flashes the same look that you had before and now it's all clear to you, the air between you has shifted

You love him

He takes the tape as he looks at you

"I understood what love means" you smile sadly

He will never forget that night

He taught you how to dance at a local diner that plays the song- it's midnight- there's only a few people there- but to you both it's like you're the only ones left in the world

That's the time when your eyes both locked and you both knew your hearts speaks for each other the same

It's the most affectionate and romantic that you two had ever been

You really wish you had more time

"Thank you, Eddie" you sobbed as the soft gleam strikes down again

"Where- are you going?- What's happening- please- I want you to stay!"

You hugged him tightly as you could

"I need you to stay with me, Y/N" he whispers as he held you so bad that as he cries with you

You kissed him on the cheek as you let it linger for a moment

"When will I ever see you again?"

"I wish we could"

He watches you fade little by little as he couldn't hold you anymore

"No- please! Y/N!- I love you!"

You gasp at his declaration as you smile at him sweetly

"I will never forget you, Eddie, we will be together again someday, my heart belongs to you" your voice echoes as the wind runs through his skin as he breathes it in

He stare at nowhere in the middle of the woods while kneeling on the ground

He looks at the tape and that breaks for him to cry about you again

6 months later

His dream of snatching his diploma and proving the naysayers wrong, thanks to you and for himself that he fights to do great things by helping himself

It's a blissful feeling to himself while looking in the mirror with a big smile on his face

The green toga and his Uncle Wayne on his side proud smile etched in his features

His friends celebrated at the graduation

He kept looking at his diploma with his name on it as he couldn't believe that he made it

"Hey, are you doing well? Eddie?" Gareth asks while sitting beside him

The crowds roar in joyous party going on inside the gymnasium

"Yeah, I'm good- I just wish she's here to witness all of it" he said with a small smile

Gareth gives him a pat on his back but he can see it in his friend's eyes that he longs for you

The first program with the cheerleaders ends as he walks outside of the gymnasium

He wants to clear his mind as the afternoon cool air kisses his skin, he exhales as he looked up in the sky and closes for a while

Listening at the birds chirping, the leaves rustles on the ground, as the students clamoring noise became only a blur

"What do you wish for?"

He open his eyes as the familiar voice that he always missed to hear

He turns around slowly to find where it is and his eyes lands on you

Your eyes are misty to see him once again

"Y/N?!" He says unbelievably, he runs towards to you as you did too

You held at each other's hands

"I-I don't understand- how did you came back to me? I thought when you said your mission was over, you go next to the other person?"

"Well, our mighty and respectable leader saw everything, but yeah- I got scolded like a teenager when I got back there but they felt like it's for the best that they offer me that I should stay and remain with you"

"Really?"

"Yeah"

"And also-"

He slams his lips onto yours as you got cut off at your mid-sentence, your eyes went wild as you cupped for his cheeks, you kissed him back

You both breathe heavily as you pulled back with giggles

"I am not leaving you anymore- that's what I'm trying to say" you chuckled

He nods as he looks at you with those glazing chocolate button eyes "Never?"

"Never"

You finally taken the moment to notice that your job to help with him is like the extravagant thing you've ever done

"I'm so proud of you, Eddie!" You say happily

He turns around to show you his outfit as you squealed with a smile, he carries you as he twirls you around as you yelp and laugh

"Eddie- I have something to say"

"Can you continue talking about it later? I just missed you so freaking much" he pulled you in a hug as you melt with it

He tugs you inside of the gymnasium but you stopped

He knits his brows together

"I love you, Eddie"

He grins and his eyes and his warmth feels like your place to be- it's your home

"I love you too so much, Y/N"

He takes you on his side squeezes you in as you both you and his friends enjoy the once in a lifetime celebration

This is your time, your world, your moment, take it and cherish it <3

[foundtherightwords]

Signal Fire - Epilogue

Summary: Two years after Corroded Coffin finally made it big, Eddie learns that Chrissy's mother has passed away. He returns to Hawkins in the hope of reuniting with her, but would Chrissy be able to overcome her fears and allow herself some happiness at last?

Warnings: angst, implied/mentions of abuse, homophobia, and drug use, some smut

Chapter word count: 1.5k

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

Epilogue

Four months later

Despite boasting the only bar with live music in the entire town, the Hideout had never been a hotspot in the Hawkins nightlife scene. It plodded along thanks to a handful of regulars, the odd bachelor's or bachelorette's party that had run out of places to go, and the town drunks. It wasn't even enough of a dive to attract the rough crowd and the curious out-of-towners.

But that night, the Hideout was, perhaps for the first time ever in its existence, packed.

And here was the reason for the crowd—the four men sitting backstage, having a drink (they never drank before a show while on tour, but this was a special occasion, and they felt like giving themselves a little treat), laughing and chatting, feeling more relaxed than they ever had before a show, because they were back on their home turf. Corroded Coffin, fresh off their European tour and back in Hawkins for their one-night-only surprise homecoming show.

OK, maybe not all of them were relaxed. Their frontman kept walking to the door and peering out, clearly waiting for someone.

They may have played in front of thousands of fans, but there was always that one person that made a show special, and for Eddie Munson, that person was Chrissy Cunningham.

Since the day he casually told her "You should come see us" when they met for a drug deal in the woods behind their school (long story), he never dreamed it would take nearly twenty years and so much heartache for that invitation to become reality.

But that wasn't the only reason Eddie was nervous. The other reason was the velvet box burning a hole through the pocket of his leather jacket. He'd picked it up in an antique shop in Milan, choosing a sapphire instead of the more typical diamond because it reminded him of Chrissy's eyes.

They'd talked about marriage, of course—in fact, before he left for Europe, Eddie had suggested they went to Hawkins Town Hall and had a courthouse wedding right then and there, but Chrissy had sensibly suggested that they found a place to live first. She had sold her parents' house, and after Eddie came back from Europe, they had moved into an apartment not far from Wayne's, but both wanted an actual house, somewhere Eddie could set up a recording studio.

An opportunity had come from the most unexpected place—Reefer Rick, Eddie's former supplier, was looking to sell his house by Lover's Lake and move to Florida. "All those retirees, man," he'd told Eddie, chuckling. "Maybe I'll get back into business!"

When Eddie brought it up to Chrissy, he'd thought she would balk at the idea of buying a house of a former drug dealer, but she'd jumped at it. "As long as he didn't have any secret stash hidden there and we're not getting visited by disgruntled mobsters in the middle of the night, of course," she'd said with a grin.

Eddie had laughed at that. "No, Rick's stopped dealing years ago. But are you sure? We may never get the smell of weed out of the walls."

"Think about it. You can have your studio overlooking the lake. And there's a boathouse, we can go rowing or swimming in the summer. We can fix it up. It'll be fun!"

In the end, her enthusiasm had won him over.

The renovation was going to take a while—certainly, it wasn't going to be completed before the recording of Corroded Coffin's next album. They were going back to LA for that. But Eddie didn't mind. Chrissy and Wayne were going to join him in LA for winter break anyway, and they could take their time with the house.

So Eddie wasn't worried about Chrissy's answer. He only wondered if she would like the ring. He wondered what would be the right moment. In front of the crowd would be too cheesy and ostentatious, wouldn't it?

Lenny, the Hideout's owner, stuck his head in. "Ready, guys?"

"Been ready for twenty years, Len," Gareth quipped.

"Then get out there! I'm not paying you to lounge around!"

"You're not paying us, period," Grant reminded him.

"Just give us a couple of pizzas as usual, and we'll call it even," Jeff chimed in, and they laughed.

To all that banter, Eddie was only half-listening. He scanned the crowd again, but there was no sign of Chrissy. Where was she? He'd left early for sound check, and she was going to pick Wayne up. Nothing could've happened to them, could it?

To reassure himself, he reached for the comforting weight of the ring box in his pocket, and that was when his heart went cold. The pocket was empty.

"Shit," Eddie said out loud.

"Something wrong, man?" Jeff asked.

"I can't find the ring box!" He started the universal move of patting himself down while simultaneously looking around the room. "Has anybody seen it?"

Lights were turned on, empty bottles were cleared, gears lifted, every surface of tables and chairs and floor swept, but there was no sign of the box.

"When's the last time you saw it?" Grant asked.

"It's always here, in my jacket! I never took it out!"

"Maybe you dropped it in the van," Gareth suggested.

Shit, shit, shit. This was not how Eddie wanted to start his homecoming show, crawling on all fours on the none-too-clean floor of the Hideout's backstage area. The only consolation was that Chrissy didn't know about the ring. Worse comes to worst, he could always buy a new one. It wouldn't be the same, but at least it would be something. But he'd so wanted to propose to her at the Hideout... And although they were now splitting their time between LA and Hawkins, the rest of the band still resided in LA, so who knew when they could get together for another homecoming show like this...

There was a knock on the door.

"In a minute, Len!" Eddie shouted.

"What on Earth is going on here?" a voice asked.

It was Chrissy.

Eddie jumped to his feet. "Uh, nothing. Grant dropped his contact lenses."

A little smile tugged at Chrissy's lips. "I didn't know you wore contacts, Grant."

"I did. I mean, I do. Just recently," Grant stuttered while slowing backing away until he was safely out of Chrissy's eye line, glaring at Eddie all the way for making him the scapegoat.

Ignoring him, Chrissy turned to Eddie. "Sorry I'm late. Couldn't find my keys. I did find something of yours though..."

She pulled something out of her purse.

The ring box.

"It must've fallen out of your pocket when you put your jacket on the coat rack, or rather threw it," she said, with that teasing smile still lingering on her lips. Eddie felt his own face grow hot as the guys smirked at him.

He didn't have time to dwell on his embarrassment though, because the lights were already dimming, the crowd was roaring, and his bandmates were taking their places. He picked up his guitar.

"Have a great show," Chrissy said, leaning in to give him a quick kiss. Then she trailed her lips to his ear and whispered, "The answer's yes, by the way."

Though her answer was completely expected, Eddie's heart still did a happy somersault. He stared at her, too ecstatic to even reply. When he finally found his voice again, he pressed the box back into her hand. "Maybe you should hold on to this then," he said. "I don't want to drop it onstage."

Her smile brightened until her eyes shone like the sapphire on the ring, and she pulled him toward her for another kiss before pushing him onstage. "Go on. Let's see if you've improved since that middle school talent show."

If anyone at the Hideout that night had been to a Corroded Coffin show before, they may have noticed something about this particular gig, something more special than a mere homecoming. Even Jeff, Grant, and Gareth noticed that their frontman was playing with more passion, more spirit than ever, as though lit by some inner fire.

As usual, about halfway through the show, they were about to kick things up a notch with their first big hit. It was the one everybody knew, the one everyone was waiting to hear, the one inspired by Chrissy and was completed during those heartbreaking months when he thought he'd lost her forever, never dreaming that one day they would find their way back to each other, that this happiness would be possible. Impulsively, he leaned over to the mic and said, "Chrissy, this is for you."

The crowd went wild, but all Eddie saw was the one person that mattered to him in that moment, her face lit up like a beacon, calling out to him, guiding him. He fixed his gaze on that light and let himself get lost in the music and her.

THE END

[andvys]

We'll burn the sky | part five

Warnings: 18+, smut at the beginning, angst, mentions of drugs, substance abuse and readers dad's death, cheating (not on reader)

Pairings: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Rockstar!fem!reader | Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham

Summary: Things are going great on tour— maybe a little too great.

Author's note: Get ready for some agonizing pain, my friends

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Eddie woke up to an empty bed and cold sheets.

Furrowing his brows, he stares at the empty spot for a moment. Anxious thoughts fill his mind and he wonders if you regret what happened and escaped before you had to face him again. The smell of your shampoo and your strawberry scented body wash lingers on his pillow, it’s comforting. 

The images of the previous night come rushing back to him. His hands tingle as he remembers the way he touched your bare skin, the way he made you moan with just the touch of his hands, the way you begged and asked for more before he flipped you over and gave you what you wanted. 

The tension was growing between you from the first moment you met. And so were his feelings.

He didn’t touch you out of temptation, he touched you out of love. All these feelings that he has been pushing back all these months finally boiled over and there was nothing he could do but to give in. 

He knows it’s wrong to feel this way when he still belongs to someone else and he hates himself for it, he turned into something he used to despise; a cheater. He did something that was done to him before, he knows how much it hurts to be betrayed like that and yet it didn’t stop him from doing all these things. 

Chrissy was his first girlfriend, his first love. 

She was the one he always wanted, the one he used to daydream about, the one he used to pine after but she never saw him. He was nothing but thin air to her for the longest time and when she did notice him, he felt as though he was on top of the world but Chrissy wasn’t what he thought she was and deep down he knew that but he only saw the obvious things. 

Eddie was a freak and Chrissy was the queen. 

Eddie was bullied and she was dating his bully. 

Eddie was poor and selling drugs to help his uncle with the bills while she didn’t even have to lift a finger. Not only did she grow up rich but she was also surrounded by wealthy people, including her ex boyfriend; Jason. 

Eddie treated people with kindness, even the ones that didn’t deserve it and she.. Well, to Eddie she always seemed like a kind and sweet girl but the poor boy was always blinded by his love for her. He didn’t see the way she looked down on his friends, he didn’t notice how rude she was being to his uncle, he didn’t realize why she never brought him to her place. 

He was blind to so many things when it came to Chrissy. He was blind to the way she stared at Steve for a little too long, laughing at his jokes a little too loud. 

Eddie was just happy to be with the girl of his dreams– or what he once thought was the girl of his dreams but his feelings already started to change when he picked her up after her best friend’s house party, one night. She was crying, holding her jacket close to her chest as she stared down at the ground with tears streaming down her face. Eddie had never been more worried in his life than he was at that moment, he thought that something happened to her, that someone hurt her but when he jumped out of his van and ran towards her with a concerned expression on his face. He grabbed her face and wiped her tears as he asked what happened. 

All she did was look at him with a guilty look in her glassy eyes, ‘I’m sorry, Eddie.’ is all she had to say for him to understand what had happened before she called him. 

Eddie swore that his heart broke that night. 

The girl he loved with all he had, betrayed him in the most painful way. 

For the longest time, he stood frozen in place and stared at her with a shocked and heartbroken look on his face. He didn’t hear her voice, he didn’t feel her touch, all he felt was the pain that took hold of his heart. And when he looked over her shoulder and found Jason staring back at him, his heart hurt even more. Not only did she cheat on him but she also did it with the guy that made his life a living hell. 

His eyes were filled with tears but he didn’t say anything, he only took a step back and looked away from her. She took a step forward and reached for his hand, ‘it didn’t mean anything… Eddie, please.. I’m sorry.’ He should have pushed her hand away, he should have left her there with Jason. ‘Please, forgive me.’

The fool he was, he forgave her. He even took her home that night and took care of her, he wiped her makeup off and held her in his arms as she dozed off like nothing happened. 

He blamed it on the alcohol, he blamed it on the weed, he blamed it on Jason.

But Chrissy wasn’t drunk and she wasn’t high either, she knew exactly what she was doing. She knew that she was hurting him. 

While she was having sex with her ex boyfriend, he was at home writing a song for her, something that he did out of love, excitement and happiness– the happiness that she had ruined in him. 

Sleepless nights followed that awful night and Eddie realized how much love truly hurts. 

He should have left her, he shouldn’t have given her that second chance, he deserved better but he was a fool.

His feelings changed more and more when he moved to California. 

He learned more things about himself, he got to know himself in a different way, he has grown in character after leaving Hawkins. 

Chrissy stayed the same. Still caring about the meaningless things in life. The perfect clothes, the perfect status, the perfect friend group, the perfect future, gossip.

Deep down he knows, they aren’t right for each other. There was not even a single moment where he had a genuine and deep conversation with her, all they ever did was movie nights, getting high and having sex that wasn’t even exciting to him. She talked about her future, about her dreams and her wishes, not even caring about what he wanted. Not even caring about the pain she put him through that night. 

A moment of realization of what his future would be like made him panic. He didn’t want to live her life. He wanted to live his life, he wanted to fulfill his dreams. Perhaps that is why he abruptly made the decision to leave Hawkins. 

He should’ve left more than just the town he grew up in, he also should’ve left her but he couldn’t, not when she was looking at him with those big and sad eyes of hers as she watched him pack his bags. He should have broken up with her but back then he believed that he still loved her and that she loved him. 

He was never one to break someone’s heart but look at him now. He is not just playing with her heart, he is also playing with your heart and he is setting himself up for a big disaster. 

But can he stop? No. 

Could he have stopped the loss of his feelings for her? No. 

Could he have stopped himself from falling for you? No. How could he? 

How could he be in your presence and not fall in love with you? 

“Fuck…” Eddie mumbles under his breath as he slaps his hand over his face. He hates himself for doing all of this. He needs to stop, he needs to come clean about everything, he needs to tell you the truth and he needs to tell her the truth. He needs to break up with her but he doesn’t know how. Doing it over the phone would be a shitty move but waiting till he gets to Indiana is even worse. 

You will find out about her when you get there and that thought leaves him feeling scared and anxious. 

The moment he steps into the kitchen area and finds you standing with your back to him as you fix yourself a cup of coffee, he forgets about everything he wanted to say and do, though. 

His mind is blank and his heart flutters as he watches you. He can’t even stop himself from walking towards you and wrapping his arms around you. He pulls you back into his chest and kisses your neck, “good morning.”

You flinch a little, surprised at his affection. 

You didn’t know what to expect but for some reason you didn’t expect this. You felt a little guilty and ashamed for what you did the previous night. 

If there was one thing that you promised yourself before you joined the band, it was not to sleep with any of your band mates but here you are, 20 days into the tour and Eddie already made you cum around his fingers twice. 

A smile appears on your face as you turn around in his arms, “good morning, Eddie.”

His eyes light up and he has to restrain a groan as he sees the way you look at him. 

“Did you sleep well?” you ask as you move closer to him, pressing your chest against his. He might have had the upper hand last night but today, you will have it. 

Eddie’s eyes widen and a surprised look crosses his face as he feels your hand sliding down his stomach. 

“Y-Yeah,” he whispers, looking around the empty area, he figures that the others are still sleeping, thank god. 

“Yeah?” you smirk as your fingers reach the band of his boxers. You can feel him, his dick is already hard. You didn’t get to touch him the way he touched you last night and you were dying to return the favor. 

He nods, eyelashes fluttering as a sigh escapes his lips when you start to palm him over the thin material of his boxers. He places his hands on the counter behind you, caging you against it as he leans into your touch. 

“F-Fuck, y/n,” he sighs, “what are you doing?” 

For a moment, you admire him and how pretty he looks. His messy hair falls down his shoulders, his eyes almost black, lips plumper than usual in the mornings. The little moans and whimpers that fall from his lips so beautifully make your stomach flutter. 

You stand on your tippy toes, mimicking his actions from the night before. Your lips finally touch the sensitive skin on his neck for the very first time. 

Eddie’s eyes flutter closed, his heart begins to pound heavily in his chest, his breathing stutters and he moans your name like it’s the only thing he is meant to do. Your touch, your lips, your smell, your voice, you, you drive him crazy. 

“Returning the favor,” you whisper against his neck, “is that okay?” 

“Mhmm,” he mewls as he holds onto the counter tighter. He forgets about everything, “more than okay, baby.” 

You chuckle at the pathetic moan that left his lips after those words. 

Your hand slips into his boxers and you grab his hard and aching dick. 

“F-Fuck… oh fuck.. baby.” 

Eddie doesn’t even remember anymore what it feels like to feel someone else’s touch but his own. The fact that it’s you who’s touching him like this, makes it all even better. 

You brush his hair back with your free hand and Eddie tilts his head to give you more access to his neck. Another moan echoes through the empty area as you begin to jerk him off. 

“Shhh, you gotta be quiet,” you mumble, “or do you wanna get caught, pretty boy?” 

He repeats your name over and over again as you jerk him off faster and kiss his neck harder, as you bite and suck on his skin, marking him as yours. 

“F-Fuck,” he sighs as he bucks into your hand, “your hand feels so good…” 

“My pussy would feel even better, Eddie.” 

He whimpers at your words, dick twitching in your hand. 

Smirking, you grab his cheeks and force him to look at you, “you want that, huh?” you ask him. His eyes shot open, surprise flickering in his pleading eyes, “you want to fuck me, don’t you?.... I know you do. I know you jerk off in that little bathroom after every show, I hear you moan my name. I know you watch me change, you fucking perv.” 

His eyes widen, cheeks growing red. 

But the smirk on your face tells him that you enjoy it just as much as he does, “it’s okay, baby,” you whisper as you lean closer to him, lips brushing against his, he whines pathetically as you move away again after he tries to connect your lips, “uh-uh… no kisses for you.” 

He wants to question it, his brows furrow and his lips part but before he can even form a sentence, he feels himself getting closer and closer and he can’t do anything but shut his eyes and hide his face in the crook of your neck as his lips find their way to your shoulder.

“Please…. please..” he mumbles. 

“You wanna cum, Eddie?” you ask as you hold him tighter, “you wanna cum all over my hand like a desperate little slut?” 

He nods, whining and whimpering at your words. 

“Cum for me then,” you order as you nibble on his neck, “be a good boy and cum for me.” 

That’s all it takes for him to cum, painting your hand white with his seed. He moans and whimpers against you, body slumping against yours as he breathes heavily. 

“Oh my god,” he whispers, kissing your shoulder.

You giggle, rubbing his back with your hand as you let go of his softening dick. You slip your hand out of his boxers and he groans at the sight of the mess he made, “shit..” he says, blushing. 

He turns on the water, grabbing your hand, he pulls you off of you and holds your hand under the running water to clean it. 

You can’t even help but laugh at the sight of him. He gives you a side eye, knowing that you’re laughing at him. His cheeks are red, his hair messier than before, his boxers are sticky, he is a mess and if anyone is about to join the two of you in this area, then they’ll easily figure out what just happened. 

“Shut up,” he mumbles with a small smile on his face. 

You bite down on your lip and look down as he begins to dry your hand off. 

“Didn’t expect your morning to go like this, huh?” you whisper, giving him a teasing smile. 

No. Not at all. If anything, he would have loved to have a repeat of the previous night but this? This was too good. 

He shakes his head and he leans closer, annoyed at your dominance– no matter how hot it is, he wants to be the one in charge. 

Eddie throws the towel on the counter and places his hand on the small of your back to pull you closer. Leaning down, he moves your hair back, “next time, I’m gonna make you scream.” 

His husky morning voice sends shivers down your spine. 

“Yeah? How so?” 

“I’m gonna eat your pussy, fuck you with my tongue and fingers until you squirt all over my face.” 

You gasp, squeezing your thighs together in an instinct. 

He kisses the spot he covered with hickeys, “you’d like that don’t you?” 

Your eyes flutter closed as he pulls you flush against his body, you nod, mewling at his words. 

“You know what else I’d do?” he mumbles against your skin. 

“Hmm?”

He gives your neck a soft peck, “I’d split you open with my cock, I’d fuck you so hard that you’d remember nothing but my name.” 

“Eddie–” you rudely get interrupted by the sound of a door opening. You jump away from him and lean back against the counter as you reach for your mug. 

Eddie chuckles as he sees your flustered expression. 

“Good morning–” Gareth halts in his tracks and his words get caught in his throat when he lays his eyes on the two of you. There is nothing obvious about the two of you, well aside from the flustered expressions on your faces and your awkward cough but Gareth seems to figure it out pretty quickly. He keeps it to himself though and smirks to himself as he runs his hand through his messy hair that looks like a bird's nest, “why do you look so flustered, y/n?” he asks as he walks closer.

Eddie chuckles to himself as he takes a step back, subtly trying to hold his hand in front of his boxers. 

“I’m not flustered,” you mumble before you take a sip of your coffee. 

Gareth snorts, “right.” 

He tries to reach for the coffee pot but you slap his hand away. 

“Hey!” 

“You stole my room again, asshole!” 

“Oops.” 

Tour day 30 

I never thought that I would love being on tour so much but it’s amazing… Well, it’s amazing when Gareth isn’t stealing my room to hook up with his groupies in my bed. 

We arrived in New Orleans today! I’m so excited to be here. We’re going out for drinks tonight and tomorrow we’re having a concert before we leave for Miami! Eddie if your future self is reading this, I hope you know that I’m very excited to see you shirtless at the beach ;)

You close the diary and throw it on the bed before you walk towards the big mirror to check your outfit one more time. The leather pants hug your hips perfectly, that red cropped top that you bought yesterday goes well with the rest of your outfit. You run your fingers through your waves and adjust the necklace around your neck.

Turning away, you’re just about to reach for your boots when a knock on your door interrupts you. 

“It’s me,” Eddie announces on the other side. 

A smile tugs on your lips as you walk towards the door, opening it, you lean against the wall, “hey there.” 

Eddie’s eyes widen as he takes the sight of you in. He sees you in your sexy little outfits all the damn time and yet he still feels like the wind gets knocked out of him whenever he sees you. 

You giggle to yourself as you turn around after inviting him into your hotel room. 

Eddie blinks as he follows you inside. His eyes widen even more when they fall to your ass, the leather pants are made for you. 

“Fuck,” he sighs quietly as he clenches his jaw. 

“You ready to go?” you ask as you bend down in front of him to put on your shoes. 

A groan falls from his lips as he stares at your curves. Tearing his eyes away from you, he clears his throat and nods, “y-yeah,” his voice shaky as he speaks. 

He wants to touch you again, he wants to feel your bare skin beneath his body, he wants to kiss your neck, mark you up all over again but after that night and the next morning, you gave him no sign of wanting a repeat. You continued to tease him, giving him those eyes, touching him subtly, whispering suggestive things into his ear but whenever he made a move you pulled away. 

You are teasing him, playing games with him and he can’t say that he hates it. 

“You look good.” 

“Thank you, so do you,” you smile as you face him again. 

He smiles at your compliment, “yeah?” 

You nod and walk towards him, eyes meeting his, you reach your hands up to his hair, running your fingers through his curls to smooth them out more. Eddie smiles at your action, unable to keep his hands to himself, he lays his hands on your hips and pulls you closer. 

You continue to fix his hair, furrowing your brows as you do so. 

A loving smile appears on his face, his eyes flicker with happiness. His heart feels warm and safe when he is around you. 

“You know, I’d rather stay in tonight,” you mumble as you pull your hands back. 

“Really?” he asks, “why? You were excited to go out earlier.” 

You shrug, placing your hands on his forearms, you look back into his eyes, “I always get way too excited and I find joy in getting ready but the moment I’m supposed to leave the house, I regret making plans.” 

Eddie chuckles, dimples appearing in his cheeks, “I know that feeling all too well.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Mhmm,” he nods as he rubs circles into the bare skin on your stomach, “I’m a homebody too, Sweetheart. But we’ll go out, you were so excited to be here, we’re here now, so let’s go out, just for a little bit, okay?” 

You pout. 

He looks at your lips, your very kissable lips. 

“And then we can have a sleepover and watch movies, how’s that sound?” 

“Sounds very good,” you smile, “oh and Gareth can’t steal my room tonight,” you snort. 

The menace that he is, Gareth continues to bring Groupies on the tour bus without you noticing until it’s too late. At this point, the only private room there that was meant for you doesn’t belong to you any longer. 

“Let’s go.” 

The night was eventful as always. Between concerts and sleepovers with Eddie whenever you made it to one of the hotels, nights out with the band are your favorites. You’ve been with the boys for months now and you have already formed bonds with them but even more so on this tour. 

Gareth is more like the annoying younger brother to you, always pranking you in some way and annoying the ever living shit out of you but also being kind and sweet when he wants to be. 

Jeff seems to be the wise and protective friend, distant at times, especially when he sees Eddie acting affectionate with you but an amazing friend nonetheless. 

Johnny is the fun and careless one, just vibing along and not caring about a single thing. 

Eddie, he is the special one. There are no words to describe your relationship with him but special or magical might come close to it. 

A frown settles on Eddie’s face when he sees a guy coming up next to you at the bar. A hungry gaze in his eyes as he eyes you up and down before he taps your shoulder. You turn away from the bartender and look at the man next to you. He hopes that you’ll turn away, get your drinks and come back to him but instead, you smile at the stranger and accept his hand as he seems to introduce himself to you. 

Eddie swallows harshly, a weird feeling settles in his chest. 

Jealousy. That is what he feels when he watches you talk to the guy. That’s what he felt when he saw you kiss that fan in Dallas. Hot rage, jealousy and possessiveness. 

“You can’t keep doing this, man.” 

“Do what?” Eddie asks over the loud music, still not looking away from you. 

Jeff sighs, “whatever you do with her.” 

Eddie clenches his jaw, eyes burning and heart aching in his chest the longer he stares at you. 

“It’s not fair to her, it’s not fair to either of them but especially y/n.” 

Jeff was against this from the start, not only because of the relationship Eddie is still in but because of the mess it’ll get all of them into when you and Eddie fall apart. 

Eddie blinks, chewing on his lip, he reaches for the beer bottle as he turns to look at his friend, “I know, Jeff.” 

“Then why do you keep doing this?” Jeff asks with a confused expression on his face, “why do you keep leading her on?” 

“I’m not leading her on,” Eddie objects, shaking his head. 

“Oh yeah? Did you break up with Chrissy then? Did you tell y/n the truth? Does she know about–” 

“No,” Eddie hisses, interrupting his friend, “she doesn’t know anything and I-” he hesitates, rubbing his chin, he looks down. Drowning out the loud voices and the music in the background, “I didn’t break up with her yet.” 

“Jesus,” Jeff sighs, shaking his head, “what the fuck, dude?” 

He can’t believe that Eddie is doing this. It’s not like him to do something like this. He knows how much he suffered when he found out about Chrissy’s infidelity. For the longest time Eddie thought that Chrissy was just using him to spite her parents and Jason or that she was using him for the drugs, he cried about it to Jeff and now here he is, doing the same things that hurt him. He cheats, he lies and despite his protests, Jeff believes that he is using you. 

“You are using her.” 

“No, fuck, no!” Eddie shakes his head, looking at his friend in anger, “I am not using her.” 

Jeff can only laugh at his words, “right,” he mumbles, “then why are you still with Chrissy?” 

Eddie avoids eye contact, he looks down at his hands again, ignoring the way his heart aches in his chest when he thinks about the way you will react when you finally find out the truth. 

No words leave his mouth. 

Realization crosses Jeff’s face and he scoffs angrily, “you’re doing it to spite her? To get back at her?” 

Eddie furrows his brows, head snapping up and eyes meeting his, “what–” interrupted by your angry voice as you slam the new beer bottles on the table in front of Eddie. 

“Disgusting.” 

He looks up at you, concern and worry appearing in his eyes. The look on your face is angry, disgusted and downright pissed as you look back at the guy, you just left at the bar, flipping him the bird before you sit down next to Eddie again. 

Jeff raises his brows at your action, watching the way you drink your beer in an almost aggressive way. 

“Uh, you okay?” he asks. 

Eddie stares at you and then back at the guy, glaring at him already. 

“That guy,” you pause, pointing at the blonde asshole with your manicured fingers, “that asshole, flirted with me, was all nice and sweet and tried to get in my fucking pants.” 

You don’t notice the angry look on Eddie’s face as you speak. 

“Not the first time that happened but okay, keep going,” Jeff laughs with an entertained look on his face. 

“And then he mentions his girlfriend,” you exclaim, “his fucking girlfriend, Jeff! What a piece of shit does that?”

Eddie pales at your words, he turns away from you, eyes widening and heart pounding in his chest. 

“God, I hate men like that.” 

Jeff glances at Eddie. 

“I hope he gets his heart broken or something, stupid bastard.” 

Eddie swallows harshly, blinking, he feels his throat tightening, his chest aching and his eyes burning. 

He is screwed, so so screwed. 

Tour day 31 

Y/n, if you’re reading this. I’m sorry for everything that happened and that is going to happen. -Jeff. 

Forgot what day it is, oops. 

I hate hotel rooms, the beds are comfy and the rooms are nice but I hate them. I can’t sleep and it’s driving me crazy. 

I prefer the bunk in the tour bus. My pillows and blankets still smell like strawberries, I think it puts me to sleep or something. -Eddie

Tour day whatever.. 

I never loved life the way I do right now, everything is just so perfect! Oh and by the way, you guys made my life better. I love you all :) -y/n 

November, 30th, 1988

So Gareth accidentally fucked someone’s girlfriend and got into a fight with her man. Fucking idiot. Y/n and Eddie got drunk and got matching tattoos, idiots part 2. -Johnny.  

The light from the tv illuminates the darkened room, the faint voices from the movie echo through the room. The smell of weed, alcohol and clean sheets linger in your nose. Eddie’s finger trace the skin under your shirt, leaving goosebumps everywhere on your body. 

Feeling Eddie’s eyes on you, you turn away from the tv, you glance at him and a smile appears on your face. His doe eyes lighten up when you move closer to him, “hi,” you whisper. 

“Hi,” he smiles as he places his hand on your lower back and pulls you closer. 

Unlike the night in his bunk, there is nothing sexual about tonight, no heavy tension is lingering in the air, just comfort and safety. 

You reach for his hand, sliding your fingers through his, you intertwine them with his. Eddie gives your hand a gentle squeeze. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers as he continues to look into your eyes.

Blushing, you smile and close your eyes as you try to hide your face behind your hair. 

“Hey, don’t hide that pretty face from me,” he chuckles as the hand on your waist leaves to brush your hair out of your face. His palm lingers on your cheek and his face grows serious for a moment as his eyes flicker down to your lips, the lips he has yet to kiss. 

You stare at his lips the way he stares at yours. 

You want him and he wants you, it’s simple and yet it isn’t. 

“Eddie?” 

“Yes?”

“You make my life so much better,” you whisper, unaware of the pain he will put you through. He is gonna ruin your life and you don’t even know it yet. 

“You make my life so much better too,” Eddie whispers with the urge to break down and cry. 

You smile at his words, you’re too high and too drunk to notice the pain behind his voice. 

“When I came to California, I never thought that I would get here and I never thought that I’d meet someone like you.” 

Someone so special. 

“I never thought that my life could be this good.” 

“I feel the same way,” you whisper. 

Eddie closes his eyes as he feels your hand touching his cheek, enjoying the feeling of your touch. 

“I’ve never met anyone like you before.” 

Eddie feels like home to you and that is something you struggled to accept for the longest time. It’s not easy for you to be vulnerable around someone else or to let feelings in.

Love is a complex and painful thing. You’ve seen what it did to your dad, it put him through agonizing pain, through suffering and through the darkest times and eventually he couldn’t take it any longer and put an end to it. 

That is what genuine love does to you and you never wanted that for yourself, you never wanted to fall in love but now it’s a little too late for that. 

You look into his dark eyes, your heart skips a beat and all you can think is that this is gonna hurt. 

December 5th, 1988

We’re in New York, baby! And we have two shows here, I’m so excited. -y/n

You have never seen a bigger crowd than there was tonight. People were screaming, cheering and calling your name. Your heart was pumping wildly in your chest and the smile on your face just wouldn’t fade away. 

Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off of you, his heart swelled and he felt proud of the band, of himself but especially of you. 

This was his dream. 

To perform in front of large crowds, to sing and play for the people and celebrate with them. To be here, perform in New York City. 

He made it, all he ever wanted is right here in front of him and he can’t even begin to describe the happiness that is flooding through him. 

But as he watched you sing, as he touched your body when you came closer to him, as he looked into your eyes and sang the song that you have written together, he realized that his dream just got so much bigger. He doesn’t just want this anymore. He wants you in his dream, forever and not just by his side as his band mate or his friend, he wants so much more than that. 

The love you have described to him all these months ago, the night at the beach is exactly what he feels now, what he feels for you. 

He wants it, he wants it all with you. 

So as you stand beneath the night sky, leaning against the railing on the rooftop as you stare at the bright city lights. Eddie thinks of all your moments on stage, of the nights you spend together, of all the hours you have spend working on the album you are performing in front of thousands of people now, of the smiles you give him, of the way it feels to touch you, of the way you make him feel so safe and at home. 

He realizes just how deep his feelings really are. There is love and then there is something deeper than that and that is what he feels for you. 

Your eyes twinkle, a content look is resting on your pretty face, you took all the makeup off after the concert. You’re wearing one of his hoodies and he can already feel the excitement forming when he gets to wear it after you and smell your scent on it. 

The wind blows through his hair and his bangs fall in front of his eyes. 

You turn to look at him and chuckle, the sound leaving butterflies fluttering in his stomach. 

You take a step towards him and brush the curls out of his face, fixing his bangs too. Eddie stares at you and suddenly he feels his heart racing, his breath hitches in his throat. He blinks, eyes flickering down to your lips again. He wants this, he wants you so bad. 

The shift of energy isn’t very hard to miss. 

The air around you two feels different tonight and leaves you feeling vulnerable. 

Eddie can’t hold himself back any longer. 

He cups your cheeks, lips twitching when he sees the surprised look in your eyes, you know what he is about to do, it’s what you’ve been waiting for all this time, it’s what you have both been waiting for. 

“Eddie,” you whisper as you bring your hands up to his wrists. 

Before he can change his mind, he grabs you harder and leans down and for the first time, his lips touch yours and Eddie kisses you the way you have never been kissed before. 

The little gasp that tore from your throat only makes his heart race even more. He kisses you gently, softly and slowly at first. 

You melt so easily into his touch as you start to kiss him back. Your smooth lips move against his so perfectly. 

Eddie’s knees almost give out as he feels all kinds of emotions rushing through him. 

No one has ever made him feel that way before. No one has ever made him feel these things just from kissing alone. 

He savors the moment, he savors your touch, your kiss, your scent, your taste, you. 

And as you pull away from each other, you stare at one another with big eyes. His thumb lingers on your bottom lip, his brows are furrowed in confusion. 

How can a kiss make him feel such things?

How can it feel like the first time that he has been touched? How can he feel so whole from an innocent and gentle kiss? 

You become more and more perfect to him. 

Eddie can’t even help it, he pulls you in for another kiss but this time, he slams his lips against yours and kisses you roughly and passionately. 

You whimper at the feeling, once again he caught you off guard but you quickly start to kiss him back. You wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you closer and closer until your chest is pressed against his. 

He deepens the kiss and moans when he feels your hand disappearing in his hair, tugging and pulling at his messy curls. 

His hands slide down to your waist and the small of your back. 

Your tongues meet and you both moan at the feeling as the kiss grows rougher and rougher. 

Your breathing becomes heavy and you both get breathless but neither of you care, you just want this moment to last forever. The kiss grows more desperate and rough the longer it lasts. 

Eddie whimpers and you smile into the kiss at the sound. 

Kissing you feels like heaven. 

Kissing you feels like a drug that he can’t live without, like he will die if he stops doing it. 

God, he loves you. 

That night and the kiss was only the beginning. Once he got a taste of it, he was unable to stop. He used every chance he got. He kissed you before each show, after each show when you were both running on adrenaline, using the changing room backstage to make out with each other. 

You slept in his bed, in his arms, after making out for the longest time. 

On your off days, Eddie takes you out to eat or to get drinks and each night it ends with the two of you tangled in the sheets, kissing each other like your life depends on it. 

You are happy and so is he. 

Both you and Eddie are too blinded by the excitement and the happiness to feel the storm brewing. 

December 12th, 1988

We just left Pittsburg and we’re in Cincinnati now. I don’t know what to say but, life is fucking good. I can’t wait to go back to Hawkins and show all those assholes that we fucking made it. -Gareth. 

A gnawing feeling settles in your stomach and you don’t know why, maybe it’s because of all the Christmas decorations and the fact that each day that passes brings you closer to Christmas or maybe it’s because something bad will happen. 

Either way, you feel awful and you can’t even explain why. 

“Hey,” Jeff nudges your shoulder, “are you okay?” 

You look up at him and give him a small smile, “yeah, I’m good.” 

“You sure?” he asks, knowing that he won’t get a genuine answer anyways. You hide your feelings, all the time. 

“Yes, I promise. I’m just tired.” 

He nods, he looks over your shoulder, glancing at Eddie who talks to Rob, the tour manager. 

“Well it’s a good thing that we’re here now,” Gareth grins as he comes up next to you, throwing his arm over your shoulder, he holds your hotel keys out for you, “I can keep Eddie’s keys since he’s gonna stay with you anyways,” he says, wiggling his brows. 

You roll your eyes at your friend, not noticing the disapproving look Jeff gave to Gareth. 

“Shut up,” you mumble, snatching the keys out of his hand, “I’ll give those to Eddie.” 

“Why?” 

“Because those are his keys?” you mumble, raising your brows. 

Gareth smirks at you, “yeah but you share your room all the time. I hear those giggles and your screams ‘Eddie stop!’” he mocks you with a high pitched voice. 

You shake your head, slapping his shoulder, “I don’t sound like that!” 

He snorts, “uh, yes you do!” 

Jeff shakes his head and walks away with a sigh, taking his suitcase on the way to the elevator. 

“Wait up for me, Jeff!” Gareth yells out to his friend with a frown on his face. He grabs his bag, “see you at soundcheck, rockstar,” he says to you as he follows Jeff, “hold the doors open asshole!” 

You shake your head as you watch him almost trip over a small dog, mumbling an apology to the owner of the dog. The woman gives him a disapproving look, especially when she sees his attire. Leather jackets and plaid shirts must be a rarity at these fancy hotels. 

You turn around to find Eddie and Rob walking towards you. 

“Sam wants you to give him a call, kid.” 

You nod, “I will.” 

“He was worried,” he says as he takes his sunglasses off, the ones he doesn’t even need considering there is not a single trace of sunlight outside. 

You frown at his words, “why?” 

Rob gives you a pointed look, flipping through the magazine that he’s holding in his hand. 

You give Eddie a questioning look but he only shrugs, looking as clueless as you do. 

“Here,” Rob mumbles as he holds it out for you. 

Raising your brows, you sigh and take the magazine. A collection of pictures of you and Eddie at different bars and after parties with drinks and cigarettes in your hands are all over the page. 

You laugh as you read the headline, “is the fame and the rockstar life too much for the young, rising star?” you mockingly say, “will she carry on the legacy of her father by following the same footsteps and get lost in drugs and alcohol?”

You hold the magazine up, “really?” you scoff. 

Eddie raises his brows, eyes filled with uneasiness as you continue to read the article that mentions your father’s death. 

You hide your feelings well, another person wouldn’t even see the pain or the anger and the sadness in your eyes but Eddie can see it. 

He can see right through you. 

“Really, Rob?” 

Rob shrugs, his dark eyes looking back at you with concern. 

“This is bullshit, man. You know they always come up with some dramatic stories. Do you even see any drugs here?” you ask, pointing to the pictures that were taken of you. 

He shakes his head but the worry stays in his eyes, something that concerns Eddie. Rob looks as though he knows something. 

You roll your eyes, “whatever. I’m gonna get some rest.” 

He nods, “alright, and don’t forget to eat, you got a long night ahead of you.” 

“Okay.” 

Eddie takes your bags before you can even reach for them, “I got it, Sweetheart.” 

You smile at him, “thanks.”

“Soundcheck is at 4pm!” 

Eddie gives him a nod before following you to the elevator. 

He feels uneasy and worried about the article and he doesn’t even know why. He knows that you don’t take drugs, except for the occasional joint you both share. You’re not exactly a drinker either, only having one or two beers whenever you’re out. You’re responsible and careful, despite what is written about you. 

There is nothing to worry about, right? Yet, the weird feeling stays as the day drags on. 

You spend the day together, just as Gareth said, Eddie didn’t really need his hotel room. He stayed with you, showered in your bathroom, took a nap with you in your bed and you both got ready together as well, the way you usually do before a concert. 

Eddie painted your fingernails red and you painted his black, giggling as he kept kissing your neck. 

“Stop,” you giggle as you hold the little bottle in your hand, trying to prevent the nail polish from spilling all over the couch in your backstage area, “I’m gonna get this everywhere.” 

“It’s okay,” he murmurs against your skin as he continues to pepper your neck with kisses, “you smell so good, baby.” 

Your eyes flutter and a breathy sigh escapes your lips as he finds your sweet spot. 

“And you look so good,” he whispers, placing his hand on your bare thigh, his fingers brushing the hem of your short leather skirt, “I could just eat you up.” 

“Eddie,” you whisper, biting down on your lip. 

The way you say his name will never not make him melt. 

You put the bottle away, pushing him back, he gives you a confused look. 

You smirk at him, laying your palms on his shoulders, you straddle him. 

His eyes widen and a smirk tugs at his lips as he stares at you. Your top pushes your boobs together nicely, he licks his lips, groaning as you grind down on him before you slam your lips against his. 

“Mhmm,” he mewls, grabbing your waist tightly as he kisses you back. 

You moan into his mouth as his hands move down to grab your ass. 

A knock echoes through the room but you ignore it, you keep kissing each other. 

“Guys, we gotta get out there in 10 minutes!” 

You giggle as he groans in annoyance. 

“10 minutes, he said?” 

You nod. 

Eddie smiles at you, “that means we still got 5 minutes.” 

You yelp as he gets up with you in his arms, tightening your arms around his neck as he carries you over to the door. He places you on your feet and pushes you against the door, sliding his thigh in between your legs. He stares at the hungry look in your eyes. 

“Fuck,” you mumble, biting your lip, you slide your hands down to his chest, grabbing his necklace, you look at him with big eyes, “you’re so hot, Eddie.” 

He cups your cheek, placing his thumb on your bottom lip, his dark eyes bore into yours with an intensity that leaves you squirming beneath him, “so are you, you are the fucking hottest.” 

He moves closer, leaning his forehead against yours, “I’m crazy about you.” 

Your breath hitches in your throat. 

“You do things to me, Sweetheart,” he murmurs as he pecks your lips again. 

You can’t tear your eyes away from his. 

“There’s no other like you.” 

The look is one of love and adoration but you don’t see it. 

“I fucking adore you,” he mumbles against your lips before he kisses you again until you’re nothing but a moaning and squirming mess, he leaves you breathless the way he always does, he leaves your skin feeling on fire, your heart racing and your stomach fluttering. 

A small smile lingers on your face as you walk out of the room with his hand in yours. 

He smiles down at you, stopping you with a gentle tug on your hand. Just as he is about to reach out to brush a fallen strand of hair behind your ear, he gets caught off by a loud voice, calling out his name. His smile falls, his body tenses up and the look in his eyes is one of terror and shock, before he can even react, his hand is ripped out of yours and he stumbles back as a pair of arms are flung around his neck and lips that don’t belong to you meet his. 

Confusion is written all over your face as you stare at the unfamiliar girl in Eddie’s arms. For a moment, you think that it’s some crazy fan that sneaked her way backstage to meet her idol, it wouldn’t be the first time it happened but that usually only happened to Gareth with his crazy fangirls. 

But as you watch Eddie wrap his arms around her waist in a way that he would only do to you, you realize that she is not a crazy fan and she is not a stranger to him either. 

She places her feet back on the floor and wraps her arms around his waist and looks up at him with a big smile on her face, “hi baby.” 

“Chrissy.” 

You furrow your brows as you stare at the pair in front of you, heart already dropping to your stomach, eyes burning as you blink. 

Eddie looks over her shoulder, his guilty eyes lock with yours. The fear and the worry is so clear in his brown eyes, he looks pale and scared. He glances at her and then back at you and that’s all it takes for you to understand. 

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