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E.M blurb. Fine for all audiences.

Sorry its short. Its just a lil something. I know I haven't been around for a while lol. Just something before I go to bed bc I slowly getting my muse back. Not proofread!

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Your eyelids sat closed though you could feel the setting sun still on your face, your room so quiet yet it didn't bother you too much. A comfortable silence, you supposed. One you had grown too used to for your liking. You could feel his arms around your waist, his slow breaths fanning the back of your neck, tickling stray hairs that almost made you want to squirm. He had fallen asleep as you read out the second article of the latest Hit Prader magazine starring the hottest band in the world: KISS. You couldn't say if he liked the band much and you were reading it because you were following on from the first page just out of curiosity. The glossy pages falling at an angle as you held it sideways, not ideal but you tried. Eddie always nagged at you not to risk ripping the pages.

Most wouldn't know, but he kept his magazines pristine, claiming that in a few years or decades he could sell them for a good price. You would always roll your eyes and tell him he'd better find a good storage space for them because he'd be crazy if he thought you'd let him keep them stacked up in a corner like they currently were. The stack was halfway up your dresser and according to Eddie, that was only this years. His collection went back to 1980 or perhaps it was '82. You couldn't remember. The magazine was placed down and you tried to get some sleep yourself but you were too lost in thought about the idea of you and Eddie looking at places together. You both knew it was a little too soon to do so given you were both still in high-school but you were both so close to graduating that it felt right to try and get out of the trailer which you had all but almost moved into at this point. You loved Wayne but you and Eddie both wanted to give him his freedom to not listen to Eddie play his guitar or sing drunkenly to Iron Maiden.

So many plans. So much to do. But the crash of Thunder urged your eyes to snap open. Your bed empty. The room dark. But it wasn't the thunder that replaced the silence. It was your quiet sobs and thickening sadness.

He wasn't coming back...you could only live in his memory.

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The art vs the reference lol

(inspired by *that* shirt 🖤)

Corroded Coffin lead bassist meets a very cute fan ~

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Does anyone know of some Eddie munson lovers to friends to enemies to lovers kinda fics? Ik that's a lot of tropes but I just thought it would be an interested ting read. Maybe I'll write one if there isn't one.

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Eric Carr x Fem Reader oneshot

This is filth! 18+ MINORS BE GONE. DO NOT INTERACT. AGE IN BIO OR YOU'LL BE BLOCKED

This is pure smut. I tried my best! Not proofread though bc I'm hella tired. Long one-shot.

Please give me feedback. 18+ MDNI

Please interact! I'm trying to get more people to know of this account lol.

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This was bad. So extraordinarily bad. Oh god if you got caught. You'd be ruined. Though that thought was was gone quicker than it had arrived as you felt Eric's mouth on your neck, you were cramped in the back of your car, you hadn't planned on this. You were just there to get an interview. A simple interview. That was it. Not with Mr big shot above you.

"You're gorgeous, you know that? Wow." his voice smooth, as he pulled at your blouse, pulling it past your shoulder to place a simple kiss there.

"We really shouldn't be...uh. E-Eric...what if we get caught?" You couldn't help but stare up at him with worried eyes.

"Makes it more fun, doesn't it? C'mon! It'll be fine! I'll cover for you" he hushed you, sitting up the best he could in the small space to start to unbutton your blouse. Your chest heaving, you watched his eyes, scanning over your breasts. It was like you were his prey.

"Fuck...so pretty" he mumbled as his large hands undone the last button and ran up from your waist to your breasts, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples through the fabric before he pulled off your shirt. Suddenly you were feeling rather vulnerable. His fingers traced the pretty lace, it sent chills through you.

"Wanna take it off for me baby?" He asked as his fingers slid under your back. You bit your lip, a little anxiety still bubbling in your chest but with his prompt, you arched your back and you felt Eric unclip it easily.

You watched as he flung the bra to the side, he was eating up the sight of your exposed chest. His lips soon met the space between your breasts, kissing ever so gently which contrasted his grip on your waist, keeping you in place as he moved to kiss each breast all the while whispering how perfect you were. His knee rested between your legs and as he moved up your body, he pressed further and further into you. A muffled whine accidentally escaped which caught Eric's attention.

"That was cute. I wanna hear more of that. I wanna hear all your sounds" You listened as he purred, and watched as he smirked, feeling his hand move lower, undoing your jeans and moving them low enough to slip his hand in.

"Eric-! This is embarrassing..." You breathed out and yet the feeling of his fingers rubbing gentle circles into your clit was already driving you insane.

"It's not. Don't worry. I doubt anyone will catch us. Let's just have some fun hmm?" He consoled which you knew was a lie. This was after a concert and an interview. There would be staff and sneaky fans about. His lips brushed past yours, taking your lower lip between his teeth, tugging before capturing them with a kiss, his tongue sliding in and exploring, you only pulled away with quickened breaths when you felt your jeans being pulled off, one leg completely free at least. You peeked down at Eric to see him admiring you, moving your legs further apart which made your face all hot.

"God you really are perfect huh...fuck I need you. Now." Eric said all before you watch him hurriedly unbutton his jeans and pull out his very generous cock. The sheer sight of it made you doubt you could accommodate such a monstrosity. You stared at it in complete shock but that changed when your want came into mind. You sat up and crawled into the space between Eric's legs. Taking it in your hand which barely covered him. You couldn't help but lick your lips before swallowing. You felt Eric's hand in your hair but not an ounce of pressure.

You slowly take just his tip in your mouth, your tongue flicking over the slit to catch the pretty pearl of precum before you moved off briefly to swallow. You lowered your head to lick a stripe up the length of his cock. You could hear his shaky breaths and how he gasped at your touches, a deep groan erupting from Eric as you took him back into your mouth, swirling your tongue a bit, you felt his hand grip your hair tightly but as you glanced up you could tell he was holding back in more ways than one.

"I don't think I can hold back anymore sweetheart..." He whispers as he bites back a moan, all eyes on you now as he lifts you off him, cupping your face, and wiping your mouth with his thumb. His face was flushed, as was yours. He pulled you into his arms and moved you into a sitting position, you on his lap while he was leaned back to give you both as much room as possible.

Oh no. Now people would have a clear view of your naked body from all angles. "Eric-! People will see me!" You whine, covering yourself with your arms the best you could, eyebrows knitted together.

You heard a chuckle slip from Eric's lips, he pulled you into his chest, one hand resting on your lower back and the other guiding your leg up, bent and out of the way before he aligned his cock up and helped you take him in his entirety. The feeling of his cock sliding into your dripping cunt was ungodly, it was taking everything in you to stay relaxed, the burning sensation of his thick cock stretching you was uncomfortable but god did he also feel so good.

After watching Eric play and then spending an hour in an interview, watching him pull at his jeans while he sat. Watching him get comfortable. Watching the way he watched you. You could barely sit still, you were bearly with it throughout the interview. You were imagining all the things you wanted this man to do to you.

And now here you were. Eric's cock was deep inside of you, your head resting on his shoulder as you both breathed heavily at the feel of each other. Sticky skin on skin, hair entangled together

"Fuck sweetheart you're so tight around me. I ain't gunna be able to move if you keep this up" Eric's weak voice admitted.

You tried to relax, tried to move, rocking your hips. You leaned up to kiss Eric, needing a distraction from the illegally large weapon that was taking refuge in your pussy prison.

You kept your pace slow until Eric took control, his hands on your hips, thrusting you down quicker and rougher, you could feel every inch of him as he hit your sweet spot repeatedly. The sounds that filled the car were disgusting, skin on skin. Eric's groans, your moans and the sound of your drenched pussy.

"Eric- s-slow down. It's too much" You whined as he pounded into you. You were curled up in his chest.

"I'm sorry but you just feel so damn good" He rasped as his thumb rubbed comfortingly over your thigh before his hand glided up your back, feeling his nails dragging a little before he cupped the back of your head, locking lips roughly with you, yet still trying to be gentle in his desperation. You kept your slow pace, clutching to Eric's shoulders, feeling dizzy with all the pleasure. You hadn't felt this good in a very long time.

You both were moaning into the kiss, hungrily fighting for dominance, you caved easily though which was aided when Eric thrusted deep into you. It had your thighs trembling, and your breasts bouncing which quickly prompted him to take them in his hands, ever so gently pinching your nipples which had your breath hitching and stuttering as you tried to keep up with his almost erratic pace. The rhythm you had both found was starting to falter as you neared your climaxes. You could feel the tight coil pulling.

"I'm close- Eric...please-" You begged, eyebrows knitted together and your forehead pressed against Eric's, occasionally catching each other's lips before you felt Eric's teeth graze your neck, slowing his pace purposefully, fuck he was teasing so badly. You tilted your head to give him better access to your neck as he sucked a lovebite into your neck, and another and one more as he slowly. Agonisingly. Pulled out of you almost completely while lifting you before forcing you down on his cock.

"Eric please-" You whined. Begged. Pleaded.

"Alright, baby. Do you want some help? Hmm?" He almost growled as his pace kept up. Guiding you on his cock, one hand moving to rub gentle circles on your clothes once more. You could hear how he held back a bit on his noises as you clenched around him. Suddenly being so exposed didn't matter as you rocked in rhythm, grasping at any part of Eric you could. Your moans. Your cries. You didn't keep quiet. You didn't even think to, you were so lost in the moment. You felt the snap and the rippling of your orgasm which was spurred on by Eric's, you could feel as he pulsed inside of you. You heard him groan a slow, drawn-out "fuck".

"Eric, Eric Eric...fuck-" you stuttered and trembled in his lap, you could feel your wetness gushing as Eric helped you ride out both your climaxes. He muffled your words in a kiss, both moaning as you slowly came down from your high, dazed as you sat in his lap, shaky ans breathless.

"You did so well, sweetheart...round two?" You gasped a little at his words and slapped him on the chest playfully.

"Shut up..." You mumbled before taking a glance at your watch. "Fuck I have to go-!" You suddenly exclaimed. Clambering off Eric and trying to gather your clothes. You were putting on your panties when you heard the sound of a camera. Your eyes met Eric's mischievous ones.

"Tell you didn't just take a picture of me naked!" You blurted out as you stare him down.

"Just for my personal collection. No one will see" He tried to speak.

"I have a career! That picture could ruin it!" You state.

"I swear on my life no one will see. Can see your face in it. Don't worry."

You groaned as you got dressed. Eric following your actions. You gathered your things.

"Hurry up and get out. I need to get going and the rest if the guys will wonder where you are."

"Alright, alright. Im goin'" you heard him laugh. You both got out of your car on opposite sides of the back, standing only to be met with Genes eyes. "Have fun?" The look on Genes face made you want to die.

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When I'm in class (I'm a uni student in acting) and suddenly the room is too big and too small. People are too loud. I'm hungry. Im stressed. I have a million things to do by next week and I just wanna go take a nap. And I'm having a sensory overload.

Tism things.

POV: your kids are loud and wrong

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Eric Carr x Reader suggestions

If you have any ideas you'd like to see written up, please comment! This can be imagines, oneshots or mini fics.

I can write for any gender (male, female and gn/unspecified) and am happy to write spicy stuff too if you want that.

Part two for Led Zeppelin and sweet drinks will be out within the next couple of days.

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Led Zeppelin & Sweet Drinks

MDNI (SLIGHTLY SUGGESTIVE STUFF)

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I don't know how many words but it's kinda long sorry lol. It'll be a two-parter if there's enough interest.

Not proofread - sorry for any mistakes. Love you all. Please reblog and show some love, I'd really appreciate it!

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April 9th 1976

Slow was the summer rain that fell against the window of a quaint little coffee shop on the corner of the street you lived on, just opposite the record store where you gazed lazily among its customers. You couldn’t say for certain how frequently you visited both the cafe and the record store but it was enough to be cheery with the owners and get free drinks or for the man behind the counter to hold back any newly released albums they thought you may like before they sell out. You had grown quite fond of the two places over the last couple of years, you wouldn’t say you were too much of an extrovert or introvert, perhaps you were a bit of both depending on the occasion. Nevertheless, you enjoyed your Friday afternoons where you had the day off, you worked two jobs which were both contrasting and yet in some way vaguely connected if you thought about it enough. You worked mainly as a magazine packager for a well known interior design magazine where you packed orders to be sent off for those with a subscription. It was repetitive which you didn’t mind so much but your second job was a lot more to your likening as a music lover; you worked any free shifts at the record store, it was rare to get a shift but it was nice to help out when you could. You swirled what was left of your drink in your cup, glancing down just long enough to decide whether you wanted another but you ultimately placed your cup drown and grabbed your things, eyes set on the record store where you knew, surely, Reggie had something waiting for you behind the counter.

You steps quickening as you passed over the road, waving to a incoming car before slowing down as you made it to the sidewalk, a few more steps and you were pushing the door open to the store and giving a wave to the middle aged man with salt and pepper hair that stood behind the counter, watching him tap it as a means to tell you he had something you’d want to collect. He had taken you under his wing when you had first moved to the area, graciously giving you your first job while his son was away at college. You strode up enthusiastically, passing someone as they were leaving.

“Whatcha got for me, Reggie?”

“I think you’re gunna like this one. It sold out pretty quickly so I knew I had to snag you one.”

“Well, that sounds promising! Hit me with your best shot”

“Lee Zeppelin. It’s called Presence. I can’t keep up with you youngsters these days” he chuckled as he handed over the record for you to see.

Your face lit up at the sight of the pristine album, you couldn’t of handed over the money quick enough and within a matter of a moment the item was bagged and you were itching to get home to listen to it.

“Thanks again, what would I do without you?”

“You wouldn’t have had to buy an extra three record cases” he remarked.

You laughed and moved to look at what was in the sale section, though you hadn’t the room for more records, looks like you’d have to buy yet another case. You couldn’t help but have your attention snagged when you heard a strong New York accent inquire about the album you had just purchased. And you recognised the disappointment in their tone when it was revealed it was sold out. You knew all too well that sinking feeling and you turned to glance as the man, made of mostly hair, decided to also browse what was being sold. You turned away when he moved along closer as he scanned the covers, not looking up, just shuffling sideways, much like you were doing. Your fingers flicked through the album one by one, caught in the surge of curiosity of what you could find as you meticulously scanned, like you had done so many times before, every Friday for the past couple of years. You weren’t paying attention and neither was someone else by the looks of it as you felt an arm bump into yours and quick

“Sorry-!” His voice was followed by the dash of a closed-lip smile

“No problem…” you were quick to respond, with your own smile too except you were beaming without meaning to.

“You…uh- looking for anything in particular?” He perked up as he still looked through the collection of ‘60s hits and compilations.

“Uh- no. No not really, I just like to browse. Though I’m sure I’ve seen every record in this store at least three times before now” you joke which earns a chuckle from him also.

“Bit of a music junkie then huh”

You laughed at his comment and moved along and in turn he took your previous spot. You both contently followed that pattern for about five minutes, only looking over when one of you pulled up album to read the front or back, taking curiosity in each other’s interests and piqued attention. You stopped to glance at your watch and realised you had to get back home to tape a rerun episode of The Ghost Busters where two men and their pet gorilla hunt spooks. You were about to wave and leave but something tugged in your chest, looking down at your bag. You sighed quietly and turned back around to face the man.

“Hey- listen. I feel like you would appreciate this more than me, seeing as you asked after it at the counter. I’m Y/N, by the way.” You piped up as you thrusted the bag almost into his hands.

“Uh- what do you mean?” He asked before looking in the bag. “I can’t take this- you paid for it and everything”

“Call it a favor. This means you owe me. So…”

“Eric. And really this is too much-“

“Eric, how about…you take me on a coffee date? As friends-! I’m always looking for ways to connect with people, especially if they like music as much as me” you chuckled and started to move toward the door.

“Okay- yeah…what day?”

“Tomorrow?”

“Can’t. Sunday?”

“Okay! Sunday! Lunch time at the cafe opposite here!” You called as you left, hurrying off back to your apartment.

You made it home just in time, barely. The fact that you had just got a date of sorts with a handsome man hadn’t hit you until after you set the VHS recorder up. You were still getting used to it since it was all brand new stuff and though your very skilled friend had told you many times, you had still managed to mess up a few times. After that ordeal, you finally pulled off your bag, jacket and shoes and discarded them next to your velvet-feel green couch. You moved almost sluggishly to your kitchen and put on your coffee machine, the good ol’ Bunn-O-Matic coffee maker which your aunt had gifted to you as your moving-out gift. It kept you running during busy weeks like this. As you watched the coffee drip into the pot, moving to grab your favourite mug from the cupboard above, placing it down but not letting go as it finally sunk in that you had a date. You actually had one. Okay, maybe it was just a friend date as you had blurted out but still…maybe there was a chance. He was gorgeous after all. And that smile….wow, he could’ve had you fainting with just that.

With your cup ready in its entirety, you just had to pour the coffee before taking your cup of happiness to your window chair in the kitchen, grab the book you’re halfway through and sink into one of your favourite parts of the day.

Saturday flew by, and your morning was filled with housework while you had some errands to run you would usually have done on Sunday but as you now had plans, you had to undertake the tasks early. Once you were home you had laundry to tackle, there was a particular outfit you wanted to wear and unfortunately, it seems it had been wasted on your big trip to the grocery store earlier this week. So you were going to wear it and look damn good in it.

Sunday 11th

The morning came, and you got a surprisingly good amount of sleep which gave you a good feeling about the day, you just hoped it stayed going good. One of the new songs from KISS's new album came on the radio; Flaming Youth from their new album Destroyer. You smiled, glancing over to your poster that displayed The Demon, The Starchild, The Catman and The Spaceman. The song reminded you of how things were like between you and your parents when you would listen to music that they didn't understand when you were younger, not so much younger. And nothing had changed other than the fact you had your own place and no one to complain.

You had discovered KISS when you were on a naughty night out after work, which you shouldn't have done given it was a Tuesday and you had work the next day. But you somehow ended up at the Popcorn Pub with two of your friends who were born and raised New Yorkers. The pub was way quieter than you were expecting but you had been happy to sit somewhere more docile with a drink and your friends, having just come from a packed club. And then these four guys with white facepaint and instruments rocked up, you remember just sitting there with piqued interest and a confused look plastered on your face but you remained open-minded. It took a few songs but you grew to love it. You were totally in your element by the end of the night and you were sad when it came to an end. Eventually, you stumbled home to your small apartment at the time, you missed work the next day.

The memory made you smile, the song was long over when you came back to earth. Sighing as you moved to make yourself a strong cup of coffee, needing a boost to get your butt in gear. You wanted to give your apartment the once over before you left just incase you ended up back here with Eric. Unlikely but not impossible. You plodded to the couch, flicking on the news to see what was going on in the world. Boring. Politics and votes. Nothing of interest to you. You switched over and watched some random rerun of a soap. You eventually found yourself nursing an empty cup as the credits rolled, glancing at the clock before you realised you had to get moving. Like. Now. Or else you'd be late.

"Damn-!"

You scurried around getting your clothes out of the dryer which you had left running way too long and knew you'd pay for it later, literally. You pulled on your clothes while trying to do other things at once and failing. You finally were dressed, shoving your feet into some shoes haphazardly as you nearly fell trying to walk in them too soon, hunting down your jacket and bag. Finally, you make it out the door with everything, hopefully.

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You push open the door to the cafe, the bell above the door announcing your arrival, prompting its customers to glance your way. You slow your pace, looking for a familiar set of brown eyes. You didn't find them but you did hear someone behind you, you realised to should move out of the way, moving in ans turning to apologise.

"Sorry...I didnt- oh"

Well, it seemed that timing was on your side, Eric had turned up just about the same time as you. You couldn't help but smile at the chances.

"I was worried I was going to be late. Let's go find a seat?" Eric spoke up and motioned for you to walk ahead.

You nodded and moved towards the other end of the cafe, sitting in the comfy seats nestled in the corner. You both got settled and looked at the menu.

"I always look at the menu but end up getting the same thing I always get anyway..." You comment

"That is...very true. How about we pick each others drinks. Take a chance?"

You thought for a moment. "Alright. Let's hope it goes well" you laugh.

"I usually get a coffee, but only one cup. It's rare I have a second cup unless I'm really drained" Eric admitted, you nodded along. You knew not what to pick now.

"I get hot chocolate, usually." You inform which earns a simple nod before you both turn your attention fully back to the menu.

You browse the menu with new curiosity, you decide to get an "everything hot chocolate"

You both put in your orders at the counter separately so it would be a surprise. You definitely snuck a few looks at Eric when he wasn't looking, you just had to check him out, he was the definition of eye candy.

"So...Eric. what do you do for work?"

"Ah. It's going to sound super boring but I fix ovens, not the best job but it pays, y'know."

"It's honest work. One that not many think about I suppose. You don't think about that kind of job until you need your oven fixed. Remind me to get your number in case my oven brakes"

"Yeah. Right. That the only reason you'll need me after this date huh? Are you sure your oven ain't broken ans that's why you haven't run a mile yet?" He chuckled.

"Of course not! Who do you take me for? Some con? No. I'm totally just here for your wallet" you joke. As you watch as Eric looks and notices it's gone from the table and his pocket. The panic on his face was comedic. You had sneaked it off the table as he hadn't been looking while you were joking. Moments before you commented about taking it. You offered it back with a smile just as your drinks came.

"Oh. Sly. Very sly." He smirked.

"I've learnt a few better tricks as a kid than taking a wallet when people aren't paying attention. My estranged-ish uncle was a pickpocket and on the days when my parents let him see me, reluctantly, he taught me tricks secretly." You admitted

"Well I'll be checking my pockets before I leave" he laughed a bit.

You thanked the waitress for the drinks and gave a surprised hum. A coffee milkshake. You noticed Eric seemed to be happy with his order of hot chocolate with fresh whipped cream, cocoa powder, marshmallows and a mini cookie on the side.

"Good choice" he said

"Ditto"

You both took a sip of your drinks and nodded in approval.

"So what do you do for work? I told you mine. Now it's your turn."

"I'm a waitress at a fancy restaurant and hotel" You admit as you use the straw to try and eat some of the whipped cream before it all melts away. "It's not much fun but it pays pretty well due to its popularity. Especially if I'm working evenings."

"Honest work. As you said. If there's a need. There'll be a job." Eric spoke truthfully and you nodded in agreement.

For the rest of the date you spoke about everything, and conversation came easily. You debated on music, movies, aliens even. Back to music again and then got into a heated debate about the best sci-fi movie but you didn't come to an agreement but laughed it off anyway.

"So, what do you do in your free time?" Eric asked as you both 6 the cafe and started to just walk. No destination in mind.

"Hm. The only free time I get is usually the weekend. I should've been working today but someone owed me a shift to be covered. But usually I just read or watch shows. I do love Saturday Night Live with a hot drink. God...that makes me sound like a pensioner" You laugh

"No no. You like what you like. You like music though, do you go to concerts?" He asked as you watched while he kicked a pebble out of the way

"Oh yeah. I go to gigs at bars and pubs. I go to concerts whenever I can. I don't even mind if I'm not big on the band. It's about the experience."

"Any bands I'd know?"

"Black Sabbath, Queen, Led Zeppelin and KISS"

"Oh damn-! That's so cool. Looks like I know who to call when there's a good band playing though I haven't really heard any KISS. They good?"

"Yeah. I actually saw their first show. It was at a place called the Popcorn Pub. They've already come a long way. Oh...since we're heading that way anyway, do you wanna go to mine?" You ask as you turn to him and stop, pointing the same way you're both walking.

"Yeah sure. I've got nothing planned." Eric smiled and you nodded.

You ended up in your apartment, kicking your shoes off, Eric followed suit. You lead him to the living room where you both sink into the couch and relax.

"I hope I wasn't too forward with inviting you here. Or even asking you out on a date" you laugh lightly

"Not at all. It's been a while since I've been on a date...and it was surprising but not in a bad way. I've enjoyed myself. It's hard to find people to connect with nowadays. Plus. How many men can say they'd been asked out by a beautiful woman."

A flush came to your cheeks. "I uh...you're not too bad yourself." You said as your voice gets a little caught in your throat. You hear Eric laugh.

"Oh don't get all shy now! Where'd all that confidence go? Was it those huge platform boots that held all your confidence?" He chuckled and it only make you redder.

"Oh whatever" you swat him and laugh. "Want a drink? I've got some homemade lemonade in the fridge."

"That'd be great, thanks"

You nodded and left to get two servings before heading back in, your face less red and you didn't actually feel embarrassed, you felt quite comfortable in Eric's company. You place the drinks down, moving to stand straight before you put a record on, Stevie Wonder's Signed, Sealed and Delivered. You head back to the couch and move to sit down but your foot is caught under the rug, you don't even register that you're falling until you're on top of Eric, your hips on his, your face dangerously close. The only sound is the faint singing and each others ever quickening breaths. You should get off him. You should move. But part of you feels stuck. You can feel your heart in your chest, it feels thunderous to you. And you could swear you could feel Eric's too. He hasn't pushed pushed off yet. His hands had moved to your waist when you fell to catch you and you could feel his grip tighten, you guessed it was an unconscious action but the feeling of his hands on you stirred something inside. A yearning. A want. Your grip on the cushions under Eric tightened, your eyes flickering down to Eric's lips. Fuck. Was that a bad move, you felt Eric shift as soon as your eyes moved from his. You went to speak but nothing came out. You looked back up to meet his suddenly intense stare. You didn't know if it was intentional but Eric's hand placement and grip were pressing your hips into him, the feeling of his bulky jeans made something stir in you. It had to be obvious to him. The way your breathing was picking up. The way your cheeks were reddening. The way you almost closed the gap between the both of you. And then you did it. You made the mistake of squirming.

"I- sorry- I should-" you stuttered out, gulping, you knew you should get up but you ended up squirming more as Eric kept you in place. Did he...want you to stay there? Your gaze moves back to his, you could feel his chest heaving more than before. How his cheeks had grown red. How a particular part of him was a little more obvious than the rest. You could feel it. Finally, Eric spoke. In the softest of tones. His voice barely a whisper. Stuttering out his words a little before he fully said what he wanted to.

"Do you...wanna..."

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Eric Carr x GN/unspecified reader.

Fic is nearly done! It'll be a two-parter! Comment if you want to be tagged in the post!

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Eddie Mud-Son

Thank you. Thank you. I'll be here all week...

(Yes, I made thos just for your post but its a bad joke ik-)

I'm about to fall asleep, just sitting here at work.

Please, someone, I beg of you. Entertain me.

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I don't want to think about it but I can't help but think about Eddie's ghost waking up in the Upside-down. And he doesn't quite realise what he is yet. He sits up feeling better than he did. Looking at the almost calm around him. Shaking off the feeling and smiling, mumbling to himself "we did it? We fucking did it! Dustin-!" But there's silence. There's no one else around.

And he catches a glimpse of something below him. A hand that looks far too familiar. He turns back to look down at his body. The dark red markings on his pale skin now drying. Dulling in its previous vibrancy. Eyes void-like. He's turning back to face forward and he just sits there. Alone. The sense of accomplishment dissipates. He'd been left here. He'd been left behind. Was this all that was left for him? No afterlife. Just a wasteland of the town that hated him?

And he'd just sit there. Or wander. Or search for any kind of way out of this looping hell. He'd just...wait. for eternity...

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THE DEVIL I KNOW: CHAPTER ONE - GOD, YOU'VE GOT THE BLACKEST EYES

pairing(s): crossroads demon!eddie munson x fem!reader

chapter summary: To summon a demon at a crossroads, simply cast a circle, make an offering, and recite an incantation. What happens from that point on is subject to your desire… and the demon’s.

cw: making a deal with a demon, inspired by american and european folklore, sacrilegious themes, horror, witchcraft, witch!reader, reader is 21+ in modern day, eddie is immortal, coercion (a bit), suggestive themes, tom cruise jumpscare, sex pact, r sells her soul, use of the nickname 'daddy' but in a joking way, marking, mention of animal death, trauma, mentions of an abusive relationship, graphic depictions of violence (sorta), blood, dark comedy, dead dove: do not eat

a/n: and so it begins. there will be 10 chapters to this fic, posted every tuesday and friday throughout the month of october. enjoy if you dare

this fic contains dark themes and this entire work is explicit. your media consumption is your own responsibility.

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Through me you pass into the city of woe, Through me you pass into eternal pain, Through me you pass among forsaken people. Justice moved my exalted creator; I was wrought by divine power, Supreme wisdom, and primal love. Before me all things created were eternal, And eternal I endure. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here. -Dante Alighieri, The Inferno, Canto III

The book you’ve used for ages now, since late in your junior year of high school, has only one page in it that you haven’t utilized. You don’t know how much faith to put in it– you’re a little short on faith, these days– but, the spellbook lays it out simply, so you follow its directions to the letter. 

To summon a demon at a crossroads, go to a place where two paths meet on the dark moon. You find peace and quiet in the woods, deep where you know no one walks at night but two paths cross in a small clearing banked with trees. It’s your favorite place to go when you want to do a spell– ritual– and you don’t want to be bothered. The whole thing can’t be more than twenty feet across. Above the overhang of trees, there’s no moon in the sky, only stars.

Cast a circle of protection. That took more research than just the book in your hands, but years of collecting information have given you learned knowledge– there are a million ways to cast a circle, and different circles for different purposes. You do your best to create one for protection. You draw a literal circle in the dirt with a stick, fill it with salt, and walk around the circle three times clockwise to cast it. You light candles to give yourself some light, and to free up your hands of the flashlight you carried to see your way through the woods. 

Make an offering of copper. Your hand pauses on the copper dog tag in your hand. You’d thought of just offering a penny, but you remembered reading somewhere that pennies barely contain copper anymore, and you didn’t have anything else that was entirely made of the one metal. 

You run your finger over the embossed name on it. Lacey. Your pet’s old collar feels heavy in your hand as you remove the tag from the leather strap and bury it in the earth, you guess, to reach the… Underworld? Hell? You can’t honestly say, considering the text you’re referencing only calls it the Otherworld.

It’s a big sacrifice. It’s personal. But, you guess, that gives it more meaning. Making a deal is personal business, and you have your reasons.

Recite the summoning incantation. A stanza of words you don’t understand. You don’t think it’s in Latin, but you try your best, all the same. You read them from the book before you, and feel your blood rushing in your veins as you do.

State your desire out loud in a clear voice. Well, that’s a little more difficult. What is it that you want?

You take a breath, go to speak, and then stop. You don’t know how to start. You don’t know exactly how to describe your pain. You don’t know how to voice your anger well enough, you just know you need to… you need to get it out, somehow. This is a very crucial step in the ritual, you have to do it.

“I came here to make a deal,” you speak frankly, clearly. “I’m prepared to do anything. I’ve run out of options. I’ve been hurt too many times, by too many people who didn’t care what they did to me. I’ve lost everything I genuinely loved. I’m… I’m angry, and desperate, and I’m frightened. And I feel so alone. It’s eating me alive, and I just… I just want the ability to make things go my way, for once.” Good enough, you hope.

Wait for an answer.

You do. You listen intently, to the song of the leaves in the trees rustling in the slight breeze, to the crickets chirping in the grass. You wait long enough that you start to rethink your approach. 

It could be that things will turn around if you just wait another month, or another month after that. Maybe you’ll get the car back. Maybe you’ll get the promotion that was given to the newbie that you trained. Maybe your ex will stop coming around your work to intimidate you. Maybe you’ll get a new dog to take the place of the one that he killed. Maybe the evangelical town you live in will stop shunning you and calling you a witch, like something out of the middle ages.

Unlikely, that last one.

Just when you swear it’s a failure, that you should just pack up and leave, that’s when a strong gust of wind rips through the clearing out of nowhere. The candles blow out– and then, oddly enough, relight themselves. There’s a slight scent of smoke on the breeze, and you look around to make sure none of the candles fell over in the wind.

They’re all perfectly fine. There’s nothing amiss, it seems, until you hear a cough and movement across the clearing. You look forward, and see a pair of black combat boots in the stream of light from your flashlight. You follow the boots up to a pair of legs, clad in dark jeans, and then further up, to a torso, and a head, and a pair of sparkling eyes.

“Hi.”

You stare at him, probably looking like a fish out of water with the way your mouth opens and closes. You’d fully expected the traditional scary depiction of a demon– maybe horns, goat hooves, et cetera. But the man that answered your call is… just a man. A pretty one. He has long, curly hair, which falls over his broad shoulders and stirs in the wind. His plush lips curve up in a relaxed, cocky smile, as he takes in the sight of you in return. 

He quirks an eyebrow at you. “Are you just gonna stare at me all night?” 

“Sorry, hi. Hello.” You shake your head. “Can you believe I honestly thought I’ve been doing it wrong this whole time?” 

“I can believe a lot of things. You know, there’s a reason why the demon summoning ritual is first in that book.” His voice is soft and resonant. You get a mental image of heat waves radiating from tar-black and glowing magma, rolling slowly over lava beds. The image disappears just as soon as it flashes into your mind.

“Well, to be completely honest, I wasn’t sure how I felt about making a deal with a demon first thing,” you explain, looking away shyly. “But I’ve tried all the spells in this book and not a single one of them worked. Just seems like everything is getting worse all the time.”

He doesn’t look away– rather, he keeps staring at you, unblinkingly. Like you’re the most fascinating creature he’s ever seen. He leans up against the tree that he appeared beside, his leather jacket falling open to reveal a shirt with a demon’s head on it. Fitting. He takes a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket. 

“So, now you wanna make a deal with little ol’ me, huh?” He grins, a gorgeous smile that flashes bright, sharp teeth at you. He lifts a cigarette to his mouth and bites it gently between his teeth. He doesn’t pull out a lighter. Instead, you watch him light up with a small flame that erupts from the tip of his thumb. 

“Depends on who you are,” you retort, eyes following the movement of his hands. They’re weighed down by large, silver rings that reflect the light of the flame before it snuffs out. “What’s your name?”

He makes a short noise in his throat, shaking his head abruptly. He doesn’t look nearly as intimidating as you feel he should– more like he’s trying to warn you against something you don’t want. He peers at you from beneath his wavy bangs as he pulls the cigarette from his mouth and uses it to point at you. “Names are really powerful things where I come from, babydoll. Best not to bite off more than you can chew yet. Once we cut a deal– that’s when you get my name.”

You make a face as you mull that over. “So what do I call you, in the meantime? Demon daddy?” 

“You could,” he chuckles. The demon rocks to the side, crossing his legs at the ankles. “If you really wanted to. I wouldn’t mind, it’s flattering.” 

You grunt. “I think I’ll pass on that, actually.” He tilts his head with a snicker, watching you with an amused smile while you shift in place. “So, do I– I mean, you need to know what I want, right? Is that how this starts?”

“No, I know what you want.” He exhales a stream of smoke from his nostrils. “You want power. To get a fair shake, find your place, change your life. Defend yourself against the assholes making that life, well. A living hell.” As he spits out the words, his voice rings sharp through the trees, like the strike of a hammer on glowing metal, shooting sparks off into the air. 

“I want to take all this pain and just… return to sender. Give it back to them, y’know? I never wanted any of it,” you justify. Your voice is too small in comparison with his. “Maybe then I’ll be able to fucking breathe.”

For how little space you allow yourself to take up, he seems to consume the rest of it. He nods slowly. “That’s a fair request, sweetheart.”

“It’s selfish, I know.”

“Making a deal for power is inherently a selfish thing,” he shrugs. “Own it. I’m certainly not judging.”

You let out a shaky breath. You’re still so nervous, being so near him– ten feet away and growing closer every second, it seems, even though neither of you have moved. You feel like, no matter how far you pull back, the flow of fiery lava he seems to embody will keep creeping towards you until you’re burned alive.

His dark eyes glow like coals in the night as he looks you up and down, and then he quickly pushes himself away from the tree. You startle at the abrupt movement, and watch as he swings around it like Gene Kelly on a lamp post. 

When he rounds the tree, he uses the momentum to throw himself toward your circle. You flinch, and he frowns, but continues moving toward you at a slower pace, holding his hands out innocently. “Wanna know a secret? About how all this,” he twirls a finger in the air, indicating the ritual you’re in the middle of, “works?”

You nod, gazing up at him shyly. If you felt at all powerful while casting the circle and starting the ritual, he’s managed to take the wind out of your sails. You can feel the power radiating off of him in waves.

He smirks at you. “You make your petition– when you say the words in that little book,” he points at the volume at your feet, “and that petition is answered by whichever demon caters most to that desire.” He points at himself emphatically, his eyebrows raised. “Me? Infernal majesty of freaks and misfits. I’m your demon daddy.”

You finally giggle, and it makes him smile fondly, like that’s what he’d been gunning for all along. He backs up a step and puffs his cigarette. 

“I’m here to help you, sweetheart.” He regards you for a second, like he’s thinking things over. “That is, as long as you agree to my terms.”

“Terms?” You echo, but you were sort of expecting that. Nothing for nothing, right? “What are the terms?”

“Ah, they’re simple. Very traditional,” he waves his hand like it’s frivolous. He holds his hand out in midair, and just like how he’d conjured the flames, he produces a weathered book. It looks like a composition book that has scribbles and doodles all over the front of it– the same demon head that adorns his shirt. “You sign your name with your blood in my little black book, you hop on one foot with your hand on your head and pledge your undying fealty to the dark lord Kthulu, and then you meet me on the sabbath to kill a child and make them into soup.” 

He smiles, fluttering his eyelashes at you innocently. 

“Are you fucking serious?” You blurt. 

“Of course I’m not fucking serious– what is this, the dark ages?” He snorts as he lowers the composition book. “Nah, we don’t do human sacrifice on the sabbath anymore, it was getting too difficult to evade the witch hunters.”

“What?”

“Nothing.” He flashes you a disarming grin. You can feel yourself halfway smirking as well, incredulous but somehow enjoying his humor. Then he shakes his head and says, seriously, “No, you do have to sign my book, though. And then meet me back here on the full moon to fuck.”

You blink at him, reeling from the whiplash of that. “You… I’m sorry?”

“I find it best not to sugarcoat it, y’know.” He shrugs, “Think of this as a marriage, of sorts. I give you the power to smite thine enemies, live deliciously, blah blah blah, and then you meet me at the crossroads every full moon to be my whore and we fuck like bunnies all night. Simple as that.”

“That’s far from simple.”

“It doesn’t have to be monogamous, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he continues frankly, “except on the full moon. I won’t compromise about that– you’ll be all mine, and I’m all yours. No takesies backsies.”

“No– that’s not–” You exhale, holding your hands over your eyes. “I’m just… not promiscuous like that…”

“Sweetheart.” He waits until you’ve lowered your hands to look at him, and he hums, with a saccharine smile that reminds you of the power you’d felt sweep through the clearing when he arrived. “You won’t be the first good girl I’ve broken, and you won’t be the last. If you’re worried about promiscuity, well… I answered your petition. I know what goes on in that pretty head, and it barely scratches the surface of what I’ve seen and done.” 

The toe of his boot barely nudges the edge of your circle, and a spark crackles in the dark from the impact. The light dances in his eyes longer than it remains in the air, like they caught the spark and ignited. 

“Trust me,” he says, drawing you in with the low register of his voice. “I can give you more than power. I can give you protection. I can give you real happiness. Karma’s a fucking bitch, so I can be, too. This is just such a little thing in return. And who knows… you may even like it.”

You shiver at that, even though his presence feels hot, like his stream of lava is surrounding you, crowding you in, boiling you where you stand. He’s right– you absolutely might like it. 

Because there’s just something magnetic between you, isn’t there? You can sense it, more than any heat and any sort of primal fear you might have instinctively at his presence. There’s a certain pull you feel toward him, emanating even through the salt barrier on the ground. 

You want to wrap yourself in him. Boil you alive, burn you to a crisp, destroy you– you don’t care.

“Or… is it that you don’t like this body?” He wonders aloud, striding backward two steps. He turns, his hand lifting his seemingly ever-burning cigarette to his lips. “Figures– y’know, I can be anything you want me to be, babydoll.”

Confused, you watch as he transforms in front of you. In the length of two steps while he paces across the clearing, his face and body stretches and contorts, until you’re not staring at the same visage anymore. He stops, and he turns to you with his palms up, like he’s waiting for your approval. 

You’re looking at Tom fucking Cruise. 

“Oh, no, absolutely not,” you shake your head vehemently, scowling. You wave your hands demandingly, “Put it back. You were so hot before– please, please go back to the way you were.”

The demon grins and turns his head, throwing the cigarette away. His hair grows back to its previous length, his face morphing as if made of clay until you meet the same pretty smile you’ve come to enjoy looking at. 

He chuckles, grabbing a lock of his hair and drawing it across his lips. “You think I’m hot?”

“Of course,” you murmur, but you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he can hear it. His eyes are embers, blazing at you from beneath his bangs. “Is that what you normally look like? Is that your true form?”

He makes an iffy sound. “It’s what I looked like when I was human. My true form has more horns and unhinged jaws and claws and all that. You wouldn’t like it.”

“I thought you said you could read my mind. Do you know how much monster porn I’ve consumed? That’s hot as shit to me,” you argue, and he snaps his head towards you in surprise. You point at yourself. “Freak and misfit.”

He laughs, and it sounds like the roaring of an out of control fire, burning up everything in its path. He kicks his heel on the ground and steps up to your circle again. “I like you, baby. I really do. What do you say?”

“How do I know that I can trust you?” you ask, an annoying lump forming in your throat with the question. You’ve been burned before by people far less powerful than this demon, yet who still hold so much power over you. However much they have.

“You can’t,” he answers, more honestly than most would. He tilts his head with a crooked smile. “Not to get all preachy on you, but even if I wasn’t a demon… trust is built, not a given. ‘The devil you know,’ right? Better than the one that you don't.”

“Yeah,” you agree, your voice coming out breathy and winded the longer you gaze up into his eyes.

“Trust me to be… intense, I guess,” he shrugs. “And probably impulsive. But I’ll always deliver on our deal. Be my witch, my wife, my whore– whatever you want to call it, but be mine. I think we’ll have so much fun together.”

“Yeah, I think– I think I will.” You’re nodding, and his smile grows with yours. “I want to.”

“Let me in, sweetheart.”

Your toe scuffs the boundary on the ground, breaking the circle. Immediately, your senses are assaulted by smoke, not just the tobacco he’s been smoking but the scent of a wildfire, of cities burned to ashes, of desolation and destruction and pyroclastic flow and roaring, exploding volcanoes. 

Your demon crosses the line you’d drawn on the ground with ease, producing the worn composition book in his hand again. The cover reads Hellfire Club in chicken scratch handwriting. 

“Are there others?” You ask, prompted by the word Club on the front as he flips open the book to a middle page. An agreement is already written out in red ink. “Do you have more than one, um…”

“Consort?” He whispers in your ear. Goosebumps rise on your skin, and your stomach flutters. “Not for a long time. I’m very picky about my partners. They have to be just as much of a freak as I am.”

Your heart thumps loudly in your chest, although the admission makes you feel… better, in a way. You squint in the dark, but with the exception of the candles around your circle, there’s nothing to allow you to properly read what’s written on the page. 

He sighs, shifting on his feet beside you. “Are you one of those people who’ll read the whole contract?”

“Absolutely I am,” you hum. The book feels heavier in your hands than it should. “Can you give me a light?”

“Jesus Christ.” He produces a flame from his forefinger just as you turn to give him a confused look. 

“Shouldn’t you, like… evaporate after saying that?”

In the yellow glow of the flame, he just blinks at you, looking amused. “Things aren’t as black and white as you think they are, believe me.”

You snatch his wrist and yank his arm closer to the page. His body collides with yours, and he grunts in your ear as he wraps his other arm around you, embracing you from behind. You’re engulfed in the scent of smoke and the heat of his flames, impossibly hot and comforting all the same. 

His hair brushes your shoulder as you read his contract. It’s just a few lines, but the weight they hold will seal your fate. 

The agreement made this night of the dark moon shall henceforth be enacted from the signing of this document, that hereby renders the human party’s soul bound to the infernal party. Witness that the first party must appear before the second party each full moon to lay in matrimonial fashion, and that in return the first party shall be protected and given the powers of the second from here until the human’s mortal passing. 

“Aww, that’s sweet,” you coo, tracing the red ink with your fingers. 

The demon over your shoulder rolls his eyes. “It’s a fucking pre-nup.”

“Doesn’t seem like a fair trade, though, does it?” You murmur. “I mean, I get the power to change my circumstances and you get– what– sex once a month?”

His hand tightens on your waist, and you pause. You turn your head to look at him, and his eyes flicker dangerously, so close to yours. They aren’t just glowing coals- this close, you can see the small details. You can see the swirling, the churning of lava within them.

“It’s not just sex, is it?”

“What do you think making a deal with a demon entails, sweetheart? Read the fine print.”

You look back at the page. There are no other words on it, save for the ones you’ve already read. “I don’t…?”

“It’s your soul, honey,” he mutters, pointing at the word. His mouth is muffled against your shoulder as he peers over it. “I won’t ask anything of you other than the sex, as long as you live. But right now, you’re offering up your soul. And once your life is up, you get to be just like me. Understand?”

“I… yeah. I understand.” You let go of his wrist, but pause over the pages of the book. “I don’t have anything to sign with.”

Wordlessly, the demon takes your hand. You let him caress your wrist, feeling your pulse with his thumb. Then, before you realize what’s happening, a sharp sting makes you yelp as he cuts your skin with his pointed thumbnail. 

He shushes you, letting the blood well up on your skin. “I did say you needed to sign with blood.”

Your voice shakes when you hold your dripping wrist over the page. “I thought you said you were joking.”

“Not about the book. Rules of the trade, I can’t change it.” Your blood splatters the notebook, dripping into the crease of the page. Once he’s satisfied, he lifts your wrist to his mouth and closes his lips around the small wound. It heals in a heartbeat. 

“Is that it, then?” You ask, mesmerized by the sight and feeling of his mouth on your skin. “Don’t you have to sign?”

Your demon kisses your wrist gently, his lips soft, inviting. “This is going to hurt,” he warns, and you nod. The heat of his breath makes your skin tingle, all your nerves on high alert. 

But then that tingling turns into a burn, that turns into a searing pain. You feel like your skin is on fire, an invisible hot brand held against your wrist. You cry out as he holds you close, letting you bury your face into his neck, holding you up as your knees threaten to buckle. 

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs to you as you whimper. He holds your arm as the pain fades into a throbbing ache, cradles your hand against his cheek as he coos into your hair. “You’re so strong. Not many people can handle my mark, you know. Fate works in funny ways.”

Your demon holds you until you can stand on your own, until your breathing evens out and you can compose yourself. He shushes you quietly, rocking you from side-to-side with a soothing hand stroking your head. Then he holds your face, and kisses your tear stained cheeks. The touch of his lips stokes at flames beneath your skin.

“I’ll look forward to our time together, little witch,” he whispers. And with a quick, chaste kiss to your lips, he disappears entirely. 

You stay in the circle for a while, clutching your throbbing wrist and crying frustrated tears. You wonder if you made the right decision, and yet, you don’t understand why you just want him to come back. You miss the comfort of his presence, even if you don’t know enough about him to justify it. All he did was hurt your arm and take your blood and kiss away your tears and make you a witch. 

It’s too late to go back on your decision now. There’s an all-encompassing fire you can feel burning in your veins, emitting from the pulsating wound on your wrist. His power. His fire. 

You pull your hand away from your wrist to finally inspect the mark that he branded you with, declaring you his in the same chicken scratch that had been on the cover of his book. It’s small enough that a well placed bracelet would cover it, but you don’t know that you’ll want to.

Eddie.

Your demon’s name is Eddie.

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Parts: 1/?

Pairings: Steve x FemReader x Eddie

Warnings: 18+, love triangle, angst, slight violence, heartbreak, abandonment, conflict.

A/N: Hi! Welcome to the first part of this mini-series. I hope you enjoy it and feel free to post any suggestions on what could happen next/at some point. And who do you want to earn the love of? Eddie or Steve?

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You hadn't seen Eddie for months, not since he scored that once-in-a-lifetime trip to go see one of his favourite bands. Not that you knew who that was. He had told you. Only on the day he was leaving and you couldn't remember for the life of you what it had been. And that had been nearly ten months ago. The trip should have been only a few days but somehow you had gotten word that he managed to tag along with the support band and get a taste of life on the road.

All those feelings pulled thousands of miles and they were going to snap at any moment. You'd barely heard from him. A few postcards. A few voicemails. Nothing else. And they were few and far between. You two had been attached by the hip from the moment the two of you had met but now you felt like he didn't even care about you. Like you were now a distant memory. Hell, you had been close to admitting your feelings for him just before he left. And you knew by word of mouth that he also felt the same. So why was he now suddenly so unconcerned about you? Why did it feel like he didn't give two shits about you or your life. It hurt. More than that.

During the late hours when you couldn't sleep and your mind would wander, you thought how he might have found someone else. Some rock chick to fill his fantasies. Some girl who was prettier than you. Funnier. More suited to his style. Perhaps the version of the friendship you had formed with him had all been some sort of delusion. Perhaps none of it was real, a figment of your imagination. Perhaps his version was totally different. That you weren't as close as you had thought. These were the thoughts. The maggots. That buried under your skin. In your brain. Tormented you. And you just couldn't let it go, you just couldn't stop and it was eating you from the inside.

Even now as you sat at the desk waiting for someone to check out a movie or buy some snacks. The day was slow and you were nearing the end of your shift but knowing your luck, everyone and their cousin would turn up the moment you stood up to close for the night. Always your luck. Perhaps one day you'd clock out on time. That was wishful thinking though. Just as you got up to start packing up, a familiar face sheepishly revealed itself.

"Slow night?" A soft voice called, hands in his pockets as a small smile appeared, tugging at the corners of his mouth. He leaned against the counter from where you had just been, strands of brown hair falling into his face momentarily before he swiftly pushed them back.

"Steve. I've just closed for the night. Well, I'm trying to. So go and lock the door before anyone decides to rent the entire store. I'm sick of finishing an hour later than I'm meant to" You sighed as you half-assedly point to where the keys were.

"Yes miss president. Of course, miss president." You heard him say sarcastically as you looked up and watched as he put his hands up in defeat and swung his body around the counter and grabbed the keys, giving no extra effort than average as he walked over to the door and flipped the "open/closed" sign just as someone was about to walk in. The act earned a dramatic flinging of the arms as a loud "What the hell, man?!" Was muffled by the glass. The scene made you smile at least, you enjoyed Steve's company at least.

You focused your attention back on putting the returned movies back on the shelf, hearing Steve lock the door and shuffling over, the sound of the keys landing on the counter along the way.

"So..." You heard Steve start but trail off.

"So?" You copied as you stood up and wiped your knees off the dust embedded in the thick, wiry carpet. You were glancing at him but focusing on picking up the now-empty box and stood waiting briefly for an answer before you moved around Steve's still body. You half listened as he stumbled over his words trying to find the right wording. Clearly he was having a hard time trying to ask you something.

"Yes say it. Jesus, listening to you try and find the right words is more painful than what you're probably trying to ask." You sigh and turn on your heel to face him after placing the box down on the counter, arms now crossed over your chest. Quite frankly you were grumpy from being on your feet all day and tired of being around people. You just wanted to go home and have a nice bath, catch up on Golden Girls and call it a night.

You heard Steve sigh and he became quiet for a moment, you watched as he ran a hand over his hair and strolled over a little closer.

"Have you heard anything from Eddie?"

"No. You know I haven't. Why are you asking me this now?"

"It's just. There's been some information going around-"

"Information? What do you mean? Who from?"

You watched as Steve's expression twisted into a frown.

"I don't know who it came from first. Maybe Gareth? Anyway, apparently he's with some girl now and he's maybe. I'm not sure. Maybe coming back to Hawkins. But you can't trust word of mouth you know so dont-"

"You expect me to be okay with information. Steve? I haven't heard anything from Eddie for at least three months. Does he really even have anything to come back to?!"

"Hey...hey. calm down. Let's just-" you listened wanting to rant but you bit your tongue, wanting to see if that was all Steve was going to say.

"How about I walk you home? I know you have your little routine so...how about I make you some food while you have your bath?"

You took a deep breath and tried to calm down. You couldn't help but get so riled up at any mention of Eddie now. You only felt anger and pain when you heard his name or anything about what was going on with him. You wished that you could just erase home from.your mind like he never existed on your life. That would be easier than this.

"Okay. Let me just go sort some stuff in the back" you agreed after a moment.

...

Steve held the door open for you once you had unlocked it, you shot him a small smile and plodded into the dingy wooden cabin you called home, throwing your things down on the nearest seat before doing the same to your tired body, landing on your green corduroy couch. The scene had clearly amused Steve as you heard him chuckle from his place in the kitchen which was open plan to your living room. You knew that your flimsy home was rundown and stark in comparison to Steve's own home but he hadn't ever said anything, had given a more than surprised look when he first saw it but had kept any thoughts about the place to himself though you could read from his face back then that he thought it was a shitty little shack in the wooded area of Hawkins.

You heard Steve pipe up from the kitchen as you flicked through the TV trying to find the late night running of your favourite show.

"Not got much in. When did you last get groceries? Half of this is off" he grumbled, concerned

"I don't know..." You tried to dismiss it, acting like you hadn't been unconsciously starving yourself.

"You'll get unwell, you know. I'll grab you some food while you're at work tomorrow. OK? I'll order us some food for tonight. You have to look after yourself, there'll be nothing left if you at this rate" you listened at Steve rambled and you rolled your eyes even though you knew it was all true. You hated facing facts. You'd rather ignore them and deal with the consequences later.

"Yeah yeah. Okay. How about pizza?" You smiled and watched as Steve nodded and headed to the phone. You shifted your attention to the TV as Steve ordered, paying attention to the commercials that didn't stand out. It wasn't until you felt a tap on your legs that you shifted your gaze to Steve and moved your legs so he could sit down. The couch wasn't massive but it was enough for three people, you felt Steve tug your legs back down and placed on his lap. You felt a little fluttery as his hands remained on your legs, gently tapping along to the jingle of one of the commercials. You deny that the last few months were spent with Steve and along the way you two had been getting closer. You knew he was all about Nancy yet it seemed like for a short while he had shifted to you. Any time he touched you, you felt all warm and yet nervous inside. The same thing you felt with Eddie...but you didn't want to think about him. You loved Eddie. You never confessed it to him but it had probably been obvious to others. But he wasn't here now. And though you felt guilty every time you got butterflies from Steve's touch and smiles, you felt you deserved to be wanted, even in just friendship.

You were just sinking into the seat when you heard the phone go off. You groaned and went to get up but Steve signalled that he'd get it. Thinking the pizza place was calling back or something.

"Hello?" You heard Steve ask before falling silent, you didn't look until you noticed Steve had been silent for a moment too long. Long enough to pique your interest. You noticed the tense demeanour Steve suddenly held which gained a frown from you as you shifted to get a better look at Steve.

"No. She's not home. It doesn't matter what I'm doing here. It's not like you have any business saying where I shouldn't and should be." You listened as Steve became aggravated and you were trying to figure out with your tired brain who Steve was talking to until you heard a slight shout from the phone of a voice you recognised.

"Is that Eddie?!"

"No."

"Don't lie to me Steve. Give me the phone" you asked as you pulled yourself from the couch.

"No. You don't need to speak to that asshole" You listened to those words that left Steve's mouth and something stupid inside you snapped.

"Don't talk about him like that! Give me the phone" you demanded as you reached for the phone, you could hear Eddie on the other end shouting something unintelligible. All before you watched as Steve hung up. You stood in tense silence. In shock. Not being able to believe that Steve just hung up on the first call in months from Eddie. You felt the anger rise from the pit in your stomach. A fiery resentment suddenly formed. You didn't realise what you had done until the sound echoes off your walls and Steve was no longer at eye level. You had slapped him clean across the face. The sound of contact had been so crisp. And Steve's body had swung down after the contact until he was in. A crouch, trying to compose himself. You both stood in pained silence.