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[fairy-asian]

Tʜᴇ Aғᴛᴇʀᴍᴀᴛʜ

Mᴇᴇᴛ Mᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ Hᴀʟʟᴡᴀʏ [sɪx]

♫ I gotta get better, gotta get better I gotta get better, gotta get better I gotta get better, gotta get better

♡ Rockstar! Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Illicit Affairs; The Regret, The Guilt, The Shame

genre: ANGST? Angst. Minor Fluff?

genre of mini-series: fluff to angst

summary: The aftermath. warnings: Thoughts about Drugs, Alcohol Abuse, Sad! Eddie, Love Doesn't Always Last Trope, Right Person Wrong Decisions Trope, Exes reunited after years of seeing each other, Past and Present Time Skips. note: Hey... I know I know, I'm so sorry for the late update. Thank you all for your lovely comments and a BIG THANK YOU to these lovely people for helping me with my major writer's block < @fujiihime @sidthedollface2 333. I hope you enjoy, as always thank you for reading and I appreciate every one of you<3 Ily, P<3 tags:  @bambi-munson @heavenlymunson @fangirling-4-ever @imasimptoowth @spicypiscesbabe @fujiihime @sashaphantomhive @luvmybbies @nevillescomslut @anxietybbie-blog @chaos-incorp @e0509 @thecraziestcrayon @bibieddiesgf @heavenlymunson @zaggprincess @violet-19999 @amira0303 @sidthedollface2

All the synonyms of grief will never take into account the feelings rushing through me. 

She was gone. 

And when she left, she took the part of me I could never get back. 

She was my other half.

And I wasted it. 

I felt nothing, but because there was nothing there left to feel. 

It was an empty feeling bored into my heart as she left. 

Because I knew, 

It was the right thing to do. 

Even if it takes me a while to get to that stage. 

Accepting.

Accepting it was the right thing to do. 

And as I collected the pieces on the ground from where she left me, 

I didn’t feel anything but emptiness.

***

Meet Me in the Hallway

Then: February 28th, 1988

As I make my way back inside the apartment complex, I am hit with instant Deja Vu as I step into the surroundings that I’d walked day in and day out for the past five years. 

The hallway. Where it all started.

The part of my life where I felt my happiest. She was there. Of course, she was. 

She was the reason for my happiness, to begin with. 

Being the clumsy girl she is, bumping into me in this infamous hallway and simply landing on top of me with her guitar scattered somewhere on the floor. 

But that’s background noise. The only thing I could ever think about at that moment was her.

Her. 

Her. 

Her.

The way her body fit on top of me perfectly.

The way her face flushed with embarrassment. 

The way her face lit up as I shook her hand and told her my name. 

‘Eddie.’

‘And you are?’

‘Y/n.’

Y/n.

Who would’ve thought five years from now I would be saying that name with such pain? 

As I swallow the lump of nostalgia bubbling up my throat, it turns bitter with the constant reminder that it is simply just nostalgia. 

There isn’t her anymore and there isn’t an us anymore either. 

And this hallway is just a hallway. 

I feel tears run down my cheeks as I make my way to what once was our door. 

Now, it’s just mine. 

As I try to get to my apartment, I pass by what once was just her apartment a couple of years ago. I pause a second in front of what used to be her apartment. 

The mahogany door still looks the same. 

The only difference is she isn’t there behind it. 

As I just stop and stand, I feel my lip quiver as I remember the first time I stopped in front of her door. 

Our ‘night’ together. 

Singing in the Bar on Main for the first time. 

Going back to her place to hear her sing. 

A night I truly met her. 

I bite my lip trying to suppress my sobs as I take a deep breath. A night that will simply only be a memory of the past. I force myself to move to the cold truth that lies inside my apartment. 

I try to grab the keys inside my pocket but I feel my hands shaking too much and my vision blurs by the tears collecting in my eyes. 

I don’t suppress the sobs any longer. 

I fall in front of the door, once again, and sob. 

I cry into my hands as I let out the tears. 

It hurts. 

So bad. 

I kneel as tears fall onto the floor and I feel myself waiting at the door again just like I had almost an hour ago. 

But I caught myself as I knew, there wouldn’t be anyone on the other side of the door.

There wouldn’t be anyone inside.

I was the only one there. 

And I couldn’t face it. 

Not yet.

I fell asleep leaning on the door, wishing this was all just a sick and twisted dream. 

Dreaming that the addiction was just a nightmare and when I woke up, it would all go away. 

But as I woke up in the morning, I knew it was real. 

It’s reality. The addiction. Her. 

And I couldn’t face it. 

Even if I tried. 

***

It’s been a week since I let her go. 

I feel like I’m in a stage of denial but it’s there. 

The ghost of my apartment reminds me. 

I tried to step into what used to be our bedroom. 

But it all felt empty and so I left. 

It feels cold. 

Empty. 

I left the bedroom how it was when she was there. 

It’s untouched.

I sleep on the couch, not daring to touch what used to be our bed. 

I barely sleep. Whenever I dreamed, she was always in the picture.

I haven't dreamed in a long time since the drugs and alcohol plagued my mind. I miss the nights I dreamed. Because in those she was there. 

But there aren't any dreams anymore. 

Not anymore. 

My thoughts are plagued with constant questions about her. 

How long will it take for her to move on? 

A decade?

A year?

A month?

A week?

Never?

They are questions I wish I could answer but I simply cannot. 

That’s what haunts the night.

That’s what haunts my nights for another four years. 

Wondering. 

Wonder how she’s doing, whether she’s living her happiest. 

It’s all I could think about. 

And when I think about it, all I could pray for at night is wishing she was here. 

But I know I can’t have it back. 

I don’t deserve it. 

***

Now: August 28th, 1991

As I stared from afar I could feel the lump in my throat thicken. She will be there. On the stage. Performing. 

After three years, I finally have the courage to watch her. I’ve heard she’s been in Hawkins for three years. Three years. It’s been that long since I’ve seen her. 

Three years since I made the worst mistake in my life. 

Three years to make it right. 

Three years to know the true meaning of letting go. 

As I watch, I wonder how she’s been. 

Has she moved on? 

Is she happy? 

I wondered if she still thought of me the way I think of her. 

Before I could wonder more, I saw her figure walk up the stage. I inhale a deep breath as I watch her from afar. She looks beautiful. Just like she had been all those years ago. I feel a small twitch of my lips as she gives the audience a small smile. Y/n. 

I didn’t think I could miss someone so much. But I did. I missed her immensely. 

As she sits down, she fidgets with the guitar strap around her shoulder. “Thank you all for coming I-” she clears her throat before she begins “I’ve been doing this for quite a while and I just wanted to thank everyone that has been here ever since I decided to sing here um-” she pauses for a second, looking around the crowd nervously. I wonder if she could feel me here. If she knew I was here. “This is an unreleased piece I created for tonight, and I- I named it Right Where You Left Me, so here you go,” she says as she begins to strum her guitar lightly. 

Right Where Yo9u Left Me. I bite my lip taking in the song title. Right Where You Left Me. 

“Friends break up, friends get married

Strangers get born, strangers get buried

Trends change, rumors fly through new skies

But I’m right where you left me

Matches burn after the other 

Pages turn and stick to each other

Wages earned and lessons earned

But I, I’m right where you left me…” 

As she continued to sing, those years I spent without her rushed through me. 

All the memories. 

The fall. 

Getting clean. 

Everything. 

Then: Middle of September 1988

I felt myself having the urge to relapse. 

I’m trying.

So hard not to cave. 

I’ve been going strong. 

But it has been so hard. 

These days, my brain wants the feeling of euphoria back. And I find myself other days wanting it back also. But I resist. Ever since that night, I completely cut Sasha out of my life also. It hurt, seeing the constant reminder of the impulses I made that cost my relationship. There was too much guilt when I looked at her, I needed her out of my life. And with her out of my life, that also meant the tablets were out of my life also. 

I had to get better. 

I had to get better. 

I had to get better. 

I just hoped that I stuck to that phrase. 

***

Seven months.

It’s been seven months.

And within that seven months, I feel it.

Everything is falling apart. I feel it. I hadn’t gotten better yet. The pills were still on my mind. Alcohol drowned out the want. I feel it. The band. Me. Falling apart. Everything is hanging by a thread and the thread is fraying. 

Most days I find myself not wanting to leave the apartment. Even on days, I’m expected to be at the studio, I don’t show up.

I’ve thought long and hard about giving up. 

My mind always drifts to her. 

My mind drifts to her presence not being there. Here with me. 

It’s funny, I’m right where she left me. In this apartment complex. Where I let her go. 

I keep falling and I always end up in the same place. Right where she left me. 

Now: August 28th, 1991

I suck in a sniffle trying to escape as I watch her. Right where you left me. 

“Help, I’m still at the restaurant

Still sitting in a corner I haunt

Cross-legged in the dim light

They say, “What a sad sight”

I, I swear you could hear a hairpin drop 

Right when I felt the moment stop 

Glass shattered on the white cloth

Everybody moved 0n

I, I stayed there

Dust collected on my pinned-up hair

They expected me to find somewhere

Some perspective, but I sat and stared

Right where you left me

You left me no, oh, you left me no, 

You left me no choice but to stay here forever

You left me, you left me no, oh you left me no

You left me no choice but to stay here forever…”

I feel a tear escape as I remember our anniversary nights. 

After she left, I promised myself I still showed up to Angelina’s. Three years. Three years I went. And every year there was always a part of me that wished, hoped, she’d come on that day. Hoped that maybe I could get another chance. At least those nights helped me get clean. 

Then: February 18th, 1989

It would’ve been our sixth anniversary today. Instead, it’s just a poor excuse for me to get drunk in an overpriced restaurant. I’ve been sitting at our usual table for less than an hour and I can already feel a glare piercing me. As I look up from the wine glass, I see Todd stare at me differently. Usually, it would have been disgust, or disapproval, which is underlying, but there is a more prominent truth in his expressions. Disappointment. 

“Might as well come over if you're just gonna glare at me from afar!” I holler as I motion a toast toward him as I sip more red wine from the glass. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head as he walks toward where I sit. 

“Do you enjoy hurting women, boy?”

Okay, not exactly what I expected. “What?” I asked, confused with a roll of my eyes. 

“Do you enjoy hurting women? This exact scene unfolded just last year, on the same day, where a poor senseless fool drowned out their sorrows in liquor. A sad sight,” he ridicules. He clicks his tongue as he continues to stare at me. “Now I ask you this, why have the tables turned? Hm? It surely seems you and that girl have switched parts in your moping season,” he chides. 

I look him dead in the eye as I purse my lips. “Why do you want to know,” I rebutted as I took another swig from the wine glass. 

“I’m not very fond of you, nor her, but seeing the two of you not together is quite strange. I don’t know the two of you, but for six years I always know what night you two show up. So, tell me this, why aren’t you two making a damn ruckus in my restaurant anymore?” He queried. 

“Sometimes, things change,” I acknowledge, a blank expression still plastered on my face. 

“And by chance, I assume was your doing?” He finalized. I kept silent as I swallowed the lump in my throat. He stares at me as he gives a light scoff. “Do you love this woman boy?” He asked me. Love is a fickle way to describe how much someone means to you. I lay every late night saying her name. Wishing she’d be in my arms. Wishing she never became a stranger. Words cannot describe the love I will ever have for Y/n. It doesn't matter how much time passes, it will always be her. Even if I wasn’t in her picture the way she was in mine. Because I was in love with her. So so very much in love. I think I always will.

I bit my lip as I looked away from him, nodding to his question. There is pain when I answer the question of love. Because no matter how much I convince myself I love her, I know my actions have proven differently. It hurts. This addiction ruined our love, our love that we can never get back. I want to show her how much I love her. I just don’t know how anymore. 

It’s pathetic. I chose a cheap feeling to drown out the constant want of showing her how much I love her. 

I look at the bottle that’s by Todd and grab it. As I take a large swig and set the bottle back down, waiting for his reply. 

“It sure don’t seem like it,” he jested. Can he just fucking leave me alone? 

I jerk my head in his direction, meeting his gaze. Sneering, I pointed a finger at him. “Listen, I fucked it all up okay? I don’t need you pestering me about my love life when there isn’t one anymore. Happy? Is that what you wanted to fucking hear?” 

I expected him to throw me out of the restaurant by now, but instead, he just looks at me from across the white-clothed table, a blank expression masking his emotions. 

“And instead of fixing whatever you had ruined, you drowned your mind into cheap wine?” 

What’s with this guy and fucking questions huh? 

I scoff as I swallow down more of the red liquid. “There isn’t anything to fix, not anymore,” I let out bitterly. 

I hear Todd’s chair scoot as he stands to lean his head towards me. “I’ll ask again, do you love her?” he asks with more demand in his voice. 

I clench my hands as I feel tears coming to my eyes. My face is still turned away from him as I take in deep breaths. 

Do you love her? Do you love her not? Do you love her? Do you love her not? Do you love-

“If you truly loved her, like you say you do, I suggest you start showing it. Maybe start with fixing that problem of yours,” he gives me one final look before walking away. 

I call out to him, a tear running down my cheek. “I don’t know,” I let out. He stops as he looks over his shoulder, waiting for me to continue. “I- I don’t know how to show her how I love her-” “I, I don’t know how to stop this,” I point to my head. “My mind, my actions, I don’t know,” I admit pathetically. 

Todd turns his face at me and for the first time in all the years I’ve seen him on this day, pity is written on his face. He looks deep into my eyes and says, “Sometimes, all we need to do to prove how much love we have for the ones we claim we love is by sacrificing the things that have prevented us from showing it, even if it hurts us in the process.” 

Even if it hurts us in the process.

He finally walks away and I’m left in the corner of the room with my thoughts. 

I run a hand through my hair aggravated as I try to wipe away the estranged tears on my cheeks. 

I needed to be better. 

I had to get better. 

And by getting better, I needed to make sacrifices. 

Third Person POV~ Indianapolis Rock News Radio Station 10:07 A.M. 

“This month, month of ‘89! Marks a fall for Indianapolis’ upcoming rising band. The rising rock band Corroded Coffin has just announced they are taking a hiatus due to personal matters. It has been heard from other sources that drug and alcohol sobriety is the topic within the band... It has been heard that the ideas of rehab have been put in line as well. Lead singer Eddie Munson has made a public statement at IRN radio station that he needed to, quote on quote, ‘get his shit together and be better,’ and by doing that, he needed some time away from his career. Sources are still trying to find out if this is due to the mystery girl “Angela” that has been mentioned in Corroded Coffin’s hit single “Angela.” After two years of fame, it seems the band has called it quits on continuing their rockstar dreams. What a sad telling for Indianapolis rock fame. Will they ever come back or were they all just a thing of the past? This is Indianapolis Rock News signing off!”

Eddie's POV

Now: August 28th, 1991

“Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen?

Time went on for everybody else, she won't know it

She's still 23 inside her fantasy

How it was supposed to be

Did you hear about the girl who lives in delusion?

Break-ups happen every day, you don't have to lose it

She's still 23 inside her fantasy

And you're sitting in front of me

At the restaurant, when I was still the one you want

Cross-legged in the dim light, everything was just right

I, I could feel the mascara run

You told me that you met someone

Glass shattered on the white cloth

Everybody moved on…”

As she sang, her beautiful words pained me with every sentence. 23. Flashes of when we were 23 flooded my mind. I feel a small smile as I remember that year. Our third anniversary, gigs at the bar, oh that bar, Dennys. When everything was just right. When we were still us. Her and me. Y/n and Eddie. 

“Help, I'm still at the restaurant

Still sitting in a corner I haunt

Cross-legged in the dim light

They s-say, "What a sad sight"

I, I stayed there

Dust collected on my pinned-up hair

I'm sure that you got a wi-wife out there 

Kids and Christmas, but I'm unaware

'Cause I'm right where

I cause no harm, mind my business

If o-our love died young, I can't bear witness

And it's been so long

But if you ever think you got it wrong…”

She opens her eyes for the first time since she began the song and scans the crowd. Her eyes connect with mine and I feel paralyzed from where I stand. She looks the same as she did all those years ago, beautiful and captivating. When I stare at her, I try, hope, wish, to feel the connection I’ve always had with her when I look at her. I try, but I don’t feel it. 

As I look into her eyes and try to picture myself within them, I simply cannot. As I look into her eyes, I see that there wasn’t any love as it was before. There wasn’t any love within her for me as I have for her. 

I wonder if when she looks into my eyes she can see herself in them. How in all the glimpses I’ve had about the past, the present, the future, how she was all in them. How when I look into her eyes, I’m not there anymore. 

Her expression is pained with every passing second she stares at me. Tears also glitter on her angelic face as she continues to sing. 

“I'm right where you left me

You left me no, oh, you left me no

You left me no choice but to stay here forever

You left me

You left me no, oh, you left me no

You left me no choice but to stay here forever.”

I hear applause from all around as I suck in a deep breath. 

I’m so sorry I couldn’t make you feel like you were the only one in my world. But you were. Are. 

I wish in another life, that our time together wasn’t wasted by my wrongdoings. 

I try to give her a smile but it feels poor. I feel the tear run down my cheek as I watch her mirror my expression. 

I watch her wipe the tears from her cheeks as she stands and bows to the crowd. As she exits the stage to the back entrance, I can’t help but feel myself wanting, and wishing. 

Wishing we were the same as we once were. Wishing that maybe, I had enough time to make things right again. Make things where maybe there was a chance we could ever be the same again. 

But I knew, I knew it was all just a fantasy. 

In reality, we were both two lovers who were the same as they were when they left each other. 

Right where we left each other. 

Broken and left damaged.

***

A/N: I wrote this with major writer's block. Again, I apologize for the inconsistent post dates. I will try to push out the final chapter soon. Thank you all for being patient:)

Ily,

P<3

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie x you #rockstar!eddie #singer!reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff

[fairy-asian]

Hi guys, I’m sorry for not updating, I’m having major writers block from trying to write the final part of Meet Me in the Hallway/Right Where You Left Me series. I will try to put out the finale this week, if not, I apologize in advance. Again, I’m so sorry for not updating. If any of you guys have any ideas on how to conclude the story please feel free to let me know in the comments:)

note: I lied, this isn’t the final chapter lol. I will get the chapter out this week I promise!

Ily, P<3

#writers block #meet me in the hallway #right where you left me #writer inspiration #angst inspo

[fairy-asian]

Illicit Affairs; The Regret, The Guilt, The Shame now posted!

The moment most have been waiting for... 

*Please read the warnings posted, this post deals with more sensitive subjects. Reader discretion is advised. 

You can find here! 

Right Where You Left Me

Hope you enjoy! As always, let me know your thoughts in the comments:) Ily P<3

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie x you #rockstar!eddie #singer!reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff

[fairy-asian]

Iʟʟɪᴄɪᴛ Aғғᴀɪʀs; ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜɪʟᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀᴍᴇ

Mᴇᴇᴛ Mᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ Hᴀʟʟᴡᴀʏ [ғɪᴠᴇ]

♫ ‘cause once you go without it,

nothing else will do

♡ Rockstar! Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

right where you left me

meet me in the hallway [four]

genre: Angst. Angst. ANGST!!! 

sidenote: all of these chapters CAN be read as standalones, but if you want to read it in series order, they do follow in chronological order for the events.  

genre of mini series: fluff to angst

summary: There are lines we promise not to cross. We make promises we swear we won’t break. But they all fall on the same boat. Once you cross it, you possess the dangerous information that maybe, it isn’t the end of the world. And you continue to do it. Again and again. Until one day, it all falls apart at the seams. 

warnings: Drug Abuse, Alcohol Abuse, Cheating, NHE, No Comfort, Very Angsty, Semi! Toxic! Eddie!, Heartbroken! Reader, Love Doesn’t Always Last Trope, Unhealthy Relationships, Implied Sex, Eddie making the wrong decisions, He realizes too late. 

note: Hey guys... Here’s Eddie’s POV throughout... well you know. This was probably the most difficult chapters I’ve ever written. Viewer discretion is advised, I will say that this deals with heavy drug and alcohol abuse. Also, this is [FIVE] of Meet Me in the Hallway, however, if you wanted to skip all the fluff and wanted ANGST, you can just read this one. Thank you all for your lovely comments! Hope you enjoy (or get heartbroken) x. Ily! P <3

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Third Person POV

Everything just seems like going up for Corroded Coffin. Recently, in September of ‘87, Corroded Coffin bagged one of the most exclusive rock labels in Indianapolis. Now they’re really upping their career. 

Eddie Munson is deemed ‘uprising Indiana Rockstar’ and boy shouldn’t he be ecstatic. 

And he is. Eddie is more than happy. His fame is rising more and more and he feels amazing. Though with rising fame, comes rising pressure. But he has everything settled, there’s nothing to worry about. 

Y/n feels happy for him too. 

Although from the sidelines, Y/n feels guilty for the other emotions that hide beneath the happiness. Envy. How could you envy the person you love so dearly? How could you not want your significant other to be happy? Those are questions that gnaw at her insides. But she does know why. Every day passes and she wonders, ‘what would’ve been my life if I hadn’t moved my job to Indianapolis?’, ‘would I have been happier?’,‘would I still be making music?’ 

She will never admit it though. She would never want Eddie to feel like it was his fault for making her feel that way. It was her choice after all. And she doesn’t regret it. 

At least she convinces herself she doesn’t.

She promises herself she wouldn’t sit on the sidelines only living in Eddie’s dream, but was this really the case? 

But yet again, 

She ignores these feelings. 

She’s happy. 

She’s proud of him.

Happy for him. 

And loves him. 

Eddie’s POV

September 5th, 1987, 6:50 P.M. 

Location: Apartment Complex

I feel like I’m on top of the fucking world. You guys just scored a spot in Indiana’s most exclusive Rock Label. I’m practically jumping on the balls of my feet on my way to our apartment to tell her. This is it. My dreams. 

As I make it to our door, I knock enthusiastically, waiting for her to open. As I see the door begin to open, a grin makes its way on my face. She opens it and her eyes immediately meet mine. She sees my grin and gives me one as well. 

“We did it,” I told her excitedly.

“Did what?” she asks, a bit confused.

“We got signed to Rock Central!” I tell her excitedly. One of the most exclusive rock labels in all of Indiana and I’m a part of it. It’s fucking insane. 

Her face brightens with shock as she takes in my words. 

“Really?” 

“Yep,” I say as I pick her up in my arms and spin her around.

As I put her back down inside the door, I close the door behind me and look at her. She stays silent as she looks at me. She gives me a small smile and I see her visibly swallow. “Wow, that’s amazing Eddie! I’m so proud of you,” she says as she kisses my cheek. 

“The crews gonna celebrate at the Bar tonight,” I tell her as I kiss her cheek. “I just wanted to stop by and see ya,” I grin. 

“Oh, you’re not staying?” she questions with furrowed brows.

“Not tonight babe, I’ll probably be back late at night, don’t want to make your pretty head of yours stay up too late. Goodnight,” I grin before kissing her on the cheek and opening the door. 

I close the door on my way out and make my way towards my car, driving to the bar my crew and I planned to celebrate in. I let out a celebratory laugh as I put the car in drive. This felt good.

I don’t acknowledge the fact I didn’t let her say ‘goodnight’ back. 

I don’t acknowledge I didn’t say ‘I love you’ either. 

I just drive. 

September 25th, 1987, 5:50 P.M.

Location: Apartment Complex

“You’re leaving?” she asked, surprised. “Just like that? You’re going on tour and didn’t plan on telling me whatsoever?” 

I sigh as I pinch the bridge of my nose. “I’m sorry, it just got scheduled so quickly, it slipped my mind,” I admitted, shrugging my shoulders.

She gives a scoff and she crosses her arms, turning away from my direction. Oh please don’t give me that. 

I sigh as I walk up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist. “Babe,” I called out peeking out from the side of her shoulder. No reply. “Babyyyyy,” I called out again, dragging out the word. She gives an irritated sigh as she looks at me, raising her eyebrows waiting for an answer. “I’m sorry, I should’ve told you the moment I was told I was touring. You out of everyone deserved to know, and I’m sorry,” I replied. 

She gives me a sigh as she bits the inside of her cheek. “When will you be back?” she questioned. 

“There are dates planned where we will have shows here, and besides all the tours are in Indiana, some of them only a couple minutes out of Indianapolis,” I reassured.

She nods as she gives me a forced smile. “Will you be able to call while on tour Rockstar? Or are you too cool for that too?” she conceded, looking away. 

I feign a hurt expression as I grab her chin. “I could never be too cool to pick up a call from my lovely lady darling,” I assured.

A small genuine smile finally breaks onto her face as she looks back at me. I give her a soft kiss as I caress her cheek. We’ll be fine. Everything’s fine. 

Touring days 1987

Third Person POV 

As the touring continued, venues sold out to bigger crowds, and with bigger crowds came larger parties, and with larger parties came booze and drugs. 

The band wasn’t necessarily a victim of high usage of drugs and alcohol, but when larger crowds pile in with expensive bottles and exclusive elixirs, who’s to decline? 

Eddie certainly couldn’t pass on the offers. He is a Rockstar after all. It was bound to happen anyway. Drugs, the booze, there was always a common theme circled within rock bands, and Eddie certainly couldn’t break tradition. 

As shots were refilled, pride filled their chests and now they have something to look for once each gig is finished. Getting wasted with expensive liquor was fun in their books. And smoking cigarettes just added to the fun.

Although, there are times when creativity is the main asset. One night during their performances, Jeff brought this girl who he met in the crowd backstage after their gig. He said she had the connections to score high-end drugs. Cocaine, pills, morphine, you name it. 

Her name was Sasha. Sasha was pretty and had a confident aura, in many’s eyes Sasha is a beautiful woman. And she is. But she was also resilient. When she wanted something, she’d get it. Corroded Coffin is one of the rising bands in all of Indiana, and boy does she want to be a part of it. She’s taken quite a liking to the lead singer and guitarist also, but Eddie doesn’t seem to have any interest in her, given the fact that he has a girlfriend of almost five years. Eddie is more so just interested in the drugs, and he’s made it clear to her the first time she flirted with him. But again, she is resilient. 

After a night of the new drugs in their systems, it wasn’t a shocker to none that they all became pretty hooked on the feelings produced by the toxins inside their veins. They all agreed that she’s able to stay during the tour. Even Eddie agreed, which was shocking to his other bandmates. But he made it known he only wanted the drugs. 

He was slowly becoming a fiend for them. The more he consumed, the more he yearned. And you know, there’s always liquor lying around and someday once you reach an amount seeping into your system, you just crave it like it’s part of your normal routine. Going without it just sounded like torture if you tried. 

But even with liquor and the toxins in his system, Eddie ignores Sasha’s advances and mainly tries to focus on the band and her. Y/n. 

As touring longs on, he misses her. He wishes he would’ve brought her with him but he also knows that she has to work also. But they’ll work it out. Every time Eddie’s in a city too far away from Indianapolis, Eddie calls Y/n at night just before he goes to sleep. Or tries to anyway. On days when the drugs consume his mind quickly, or when the liquor seeps into the blood fast, it’s a bit difficult to make a conversation when you can barely comprehend a word you’re hearing or saying. Nonetheless, Y/n always makes sure to pick up when he rings. 

These calls would drag on until November, as that’s when the band would take a break from touring for a couple of weeks and then pick up sometime in late February. 

Eddie promises himself, and her, that they’ll work it out, that his touring schedule will be fine. That he’s fine. And it’s true. But he misses her immensely. And he is trying to work it out. He is trying so hard to make touring feel okay. But months with just a fickle break make you yearn. And with the constant need, it turns into emptiness. When you go without someone for a long period after spending your whole days for four years straight tied together, it’s rough when that knot isn’t tied anymore. These days having to go without seeing her was affecting Eddie. 

He knew it too, whether he wanted to admit it out loud or not. He felt pathetic, with how much she consumed his brain that he would sometimes mess up on stage. He needed a solution. 

To drone out the constant need for her, Eddie turned to the alcohol. It was cheap, it was lively, and it was lying around as if it was just waiting for the perfect person to take the sip. The perfect person who just needed an erase. Eddie was the candidate. The bourbon and whiskey painted his lips and some days, he wondered if this drinking game he made with himself to forget should go on for this long. Other parts of himself just didn’t care. 

Without the constant need for Y/n, his performance on stage was fine. Good even. 

He didn’t like to feel when he was on tour. Because when feelings bubble up during the performance, it would put his attention somewhere far else than performing. And being on stage was far more important than thinking of what his life will be like back home once he gets a break. But he doesn’t want to think about that. He wants to think of the present. And right now he’s on tour without her. 

With Sasha on tour with the band, she suggested to him a bottle of pills to ease that emptiness he would sometimes find himself talking about. The morphine tablets gave a high. And it was euphoric. Eddie began taking them before each gig to get relaxed. With the drug in his system, he felt in control. The high felt worth the hype. This made him a true fiend. He craved it more and more with each dose he took. 

Gareth and Jeff would tell him to take it down a notch, but Eddie would simply reply how everything was fine. 

He couldn’t get enough. 

And tablets washed with whiskey weren't a good combination. 

But he craved it. 

And so, he caved. 

***

In the first weeks of November, Eddie came back to Indianapolis for his break on tour. He walks through the hallway before stopping directly in front of their door with a giddy smile on his face. He knocked on their door on a Tuesday night and once Y/n opened it, Eddie immediately swoops Y/n off her feet, hugging her tight. 

He whispered into her skin about how he missed her so much before kissing her lips. And then she would say the same thing about how much she missed laying in bed with him. And then one thing leads to another and they somehow end up on the couch, clothing laying on the floor. 

And he loves everything second of it. As the high of their sex mellowed out into comfortable silence, Eddie would look at Y/n and tell her all about the venues his band had sold out, would tell her his favorite memories on tour, and shower her with kisses like she is the only girl in the world for him. And all of it is true, but there was a part of him he knew was a lie that he told her. The “missing” part. It was a lie. 

The tablets and liquor kept his emotions at bay, and all he could really focus on during the tour was performing. So, in reality, he didn’t miss her. Was he happy that he was back in his home with her? Yes, but he wasn’t exactly waiting as the days went by to see her. In fact, he was a bit sad that he was taking a break, as those tablets were something he would have to go off of for a couple of weeks being in the city with her. Or maybe not after all. But he’s here and so he doesn’t need to focus on that. And he doesn’t need to tell her either. 

As Eddie stretched from the uncomfortable position he was lying for a while talking with Y/n, Eddie began to stand up again, putting back his clothes. As Y/n watched Eddie put back his shirt, Y/n could feel a bit of hurt creep into her heart. Why isn’t he staying? He just got back? A tiny voice in the back of her head would nag at her. 

“You’re not staying?” Y/n asked, confused. She tried not to show in her expression that she felt hurt Eddie was putting back his clothes, and so, she masked it with confusion. 

Eddie shook his head as he buckled his pants. “The band was thinking of going out for a drink, for old times' sake,” he explained. 

Y/n swallowed a lump beginning to form in her throat as she took in his words. You’re leaving because you’re going to drink, again. She sucked in a breath as she nodded. 

“What time will you be home?” she whispered, trying to conceal the tears forming in her eyes as Eddie turns his back on her and begins to walk to the door. He doesn’t give a verbal reply, just looks back with a puzzled expression on his face as he shrugs. 

He’s out the door before she can utter another word. 

Y/n takes a deep breath as she begins to shrug back her cardigan, tears lining her cheeks the whole time as she walks back to their bedroom to fall asleep. 

***

Eddie’s POV 

November 9th, 1987, 2:45 A.M. 

Location: Apartment Complex

Man, I have a throbbing headache. I groan as a stumble in our hallway to the door. As I unlock the door, I try my best not to make a noise. It’s late, she’s gonna be asleep by now. I almost knock over a vase on a table in the hallway of our apartment, but it doesn’t shatter. I see through squinted eyes her figure on one side of the bed. Her side of the bed. I feel a lazy smile on my face while in my drunken haze. I don’t remember much about these nights I go home drunk and high, but I think, even in my state, I kiss her forehead and crash on my side of the bed. 

“I love you,” I drunkenly groan out. 

I’m out like a light before I could hear her reply. 

“I love you too,” she says, a crack in her voice.

***

Life Lately November 1987~ Eddie Munson’s POV 

It’s been a routine now for the past couple of weeks. I go home, late at night and crash on my side of the bed once I give her a quick kiss on her forehead. 

Every night I sleep, and then every morning I have to get up once again and go to the studio. It’s a never-ending cycle that seems too far in the loop to stop. 

Every once in a while in the haze, I feel guilt seeping into my chest with the awful taste of regret. How did I let this get that bad?

The drugs, the pills, the liquor, everything mixes and it’s like my brain can’t focus on either her or that. And somehow, I let my brain focus on that. 

I’m wasting my break away, and it doesn’t even feel like a break. 

I’m wasting the time I should be having with her. 

But it feels so numb, that even knowing what you are doing is wrong, you can’t seem to stop. 

It’s almost like your mind is rewired and it feels good for a while, but then it short circuits. 

My mind is still in the stage of feeling good, and I don’t want it to stop. 

And that, that stems deep into the guilt.

I know deep within my heart that she doesn’t deserve this. 

But sometimes, 

Even the ones who promise to always stay strong turn out to be the weakest of them all. 

I drink the shot in my hand and ask the bartender for more.  

Life Lately~ December 1987 

Sasha’s in Indianapolis. And she came over to the studio. I don’t exactly know how and why she’s here but I don’t necessarily care. 

What I do care about is the bottle she carries with the other drugs she brings with her. 

She gives me a smirk as I walk up to her talking to Gareth in the studio. Gareth gives me a longing glance before he walks away. “Yes?” she asks. 

“I want more,” I admitted. She lets out a sound of acknowledgment as she nods her head. 

“The tablets, correct?” she affirmed. I nod as I stare at anywhere but her. 

She walks closer to me, and she leans into my ear. “Come over to my place, and I can give the pills, maybe even more,” she whispered. 

I clench my jaw as I stare at her face. “I’m an addict, not stupid,” I chided with a blank expression.

“Lighten up, Munson, it isn’t the end of the world to have some fun,” she argued. 

I glare at her as I walk away. 

“The offer still stands!” she asserted as I walked to Gareth. 

As I lean against the wall, I feel Gareth’s eye penetrating the side of my head. 

“What the hell is that about?” he asked bewildered. 

I shake my head and tell him it meant nothing. 

It means nothing. 

December 15th, 1987, 7:50 P.M.

I take a deep breath as I push down the regret. I won’t let anything happen. I would never do that to Y/n. I just want the tablets. I knock on the door and wait for her to open the door. 

Sasha opens her door and a look of surprise crosses her face once she realizes it is me. 

“I want the drugs,” I deadpan. 

She crosses her arms as she lets out a shocked laugh. “You really are persistent in what you want, Munson.” 

“Can I get the drugs or not?” I asked, annoyed. I know I was being rude, I felt a bit of guilt from my harsh tone so I let out a sigh and began to speak again. “Am I able to get the drugs please?” I asked tiredly. 

Today wasn’t the best day at the studio and my best bet was to come to her for the euphoric feeling. Guilt gnaws at my insides at the fact I didn’t confide in Y/n whenever I had a shitty day. But I push it down as she shows me the bottle in her hands. As I hand her the money, she gives me one pill. 

“What the hell?”

“You want more, you come back again tomorrow,” she states.

“Are you serious?-”

“These drugs are addictive, you know that right? Addictive and also quite deadly when a large dosage is consumed,” she lectured. “Consider this a way for me to know you won’t use this whole bottle up in one night,” she states. “If you want another pill, then come again tomorrow tonight, it’s that simple, and my place isn’t that far out of Indianapolis,” she reasons. 

I fume as I let out an irritated sigh. I look at her and then back at the pills. 

Be strong enough for once Eddie. Please. I try to fight the urge to not agree to her agreement. 

But the other part wins and somewhere along the lines, I let out a “Deal,” and walk away. Once I’m sitting inside my car, I put the narcotic in my mouth and just stay in that position. 

I feel immense guilt as I just sit there. 

God, I am so pathetic. 

I close my eyes as I just contemplate the decisions I’ve made in the past couple of months, a couple of days, and a couple of hours. It all blends the same way. 

You start, and you think that this will be fine, and you think you’ve had enough, and then it’s never enough, and you think to yourself, how far will I let this go? and then the feeling of euphoria hits, and it just all becomes a blur. 

I am a selfish man. 

A selfish man who wants everything in the world. 

And Y/n is selfless and kind. That is why I love her. But why is it that I can’t seem to get out of this hole if I love her so much?

I don’t deserve her. 

And yet, I can’t seem to let go. 

I swallow down the lump in my throat as I think to myself, 

Everything will be fine. 

Life Lately~ January 1988

You know, you think to yourself, about what went wrong, and sometimes you never seem to find an answer. Was it the moment when I started to come to Sasha's place to take the pills and have my high there or was it when those nights turned into the whole month of December, and then into early January? The minute I ever met her I knew I shouldn’t have caved. Shouldn’t have taken the drugs. The morphine. But it just tastes so good and once you have it, it’s like you don’t know what to do without it. 

I spent most days since I had gotten the pills pissed drunk and high, it isn’t something I’m proud of, but it’s how it’s been for the past weeks. 

What’s worse is that I craved the nights with Sasha. Each day passes and sometimes I look forward to driving to her house. I look forward to drinking and taking drugs with her. 

Not because I was in love with her, but because there was comfort within drinking and taking drugs with her. The thrill of it all was at its all-time high that the times I had spent with her never had me thinking about when it would come crashing down. And it hasn’t. I know Sasha revels in the nights I am at her place. That was her intention from the get-go since she heard of my band. I am ashamed. She wanted me and I let her have what she wanted. 

And what makes me sick the most, is that when the high goes away, and I go back home to the girl I love, it’s like nothing is ever enough anymore. 

But again, I just go on my day with Y/n like everything’s fine. That we’re fine and that we aren’t dancing around each other. Pretending. 

***

On January 10th, I made the worst decision I could ever make in my entire life. 

It was a typical night like usual, Sasha would give me the pills, and I would wash down the small tablet with liquor. One thing led to the other and she leaned her lips against mine. 

I pull back first and she looks at me. “Just let go, Munson. It won’t be the end of the world to have a little bit of fun,” she tells me. 

She leans in again,

And I let her. 

She pulls herself against me, 

And I let her. 

I let her. 

And it goes further.

At the moment, there was nagging in my brain about how wrong and horrible I am. And I am. I threw up the morning after, completely disgusted with myself. 

And then the other is still on the high of feeling on top of the fucking world. It blends, the two parts of the brain. And when they are combined thoroughly, it all blurs to the point where you don’t, can’t, understand which is right and which is wrong.

You’re taught that there is always a line you should never cross. And that there are always different lines for different things. There is right and there is wrong.

You promise yourself that you will never cross those lines, promise yourself that the least likely thing you do is cross the forbidden line, and then suddenly one day, you just do. They first start small, and then as you continue to cross that line, they become bigger, and bigger, until one day, you’ve crossed the line so much that it just fades. And when you think back to that line you crossed several times, you wonder, was there ever even a line to begin with? and you simply move on. Because once you do eventually cross those lines, you then also possess the dangerous idea that when you cross that line, it isn’t the end of the world. And you continue to do it again and again until you finally burn yourself. 

Third Person POV

January 11th, 1988, 8:50 P.M. 

Location: Apartment Complex

Eddie stumbles in through the hallway that meant so much to him five years ago and clumsily opens the door. As he opens it, he mutters apology after apology like he always does. But this time, there is more truth in it than Y/n could ever imagine. 

He feels sick. 

Disgusted. 

When he woke up this morning on the couch in Sasha’s place, his heart felt heavy with so much guilt. He rushed quickly to the bathroom and threw up the remaining contents in his system. 

He was ashamed. So ashamed. He doesn’t know why he let it happen. Why he let someone else touch him the way she does. He couldn’t let this happen again. 

He found Sasha somewhere in her house and confronted her about it. About how it was a horrible mistake. Sasha reassured him that no one had to know, that it was just their secret. He promised himself he couldn’t do it anymore. Sasha didn’t push, she just let him leave. 

As Eddie left Sasha’s place, he was so ashamed of himself that he couldn’t face her. 

He made all the wrong decisions, and all his decisions went downhill from there. As he drove away from Sasha’s place, he somehow landed in the studio. He stayed there, not knowing what to do. Gareth and Jeff were there already when Eddie arrived. He didn’t say a word about what he had just done, he just carried on and listened in on the meeting. They were talking about Corroded Coffin’s next tour happening in late February. 

Now as he opens the door to their apartment, he thinks he’s going to be sick once again as he sees Y/n on the couch, just sitting there. 

‘Where were you, Eddie?” Y/n asks with a calm voice. 

“I’m sorry-” 

Y/n cuts him off with a scoff and she looks at him, hurt prominent within her eyes. “Where the hell were you Eddie?” 

Eddie swallows the lump in his throat. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened to me. He doesn’t know what to say. “I was at the bar with my friends,” Eddie lies. 

“God why do I even ask?” she scoffs irritatingly. 

“We were just having fun, it’s nothing Y/n, lighten up,” Eddie says with a roll of his eyes. He didn’t know why he was acting the way he was at that moment. He felt cruel. Horrible. He knew better than to speak to her the way that he did just a few seconds ago. But as always, he always makes the wrong decisions. 

Y/n looks at him, and as Eddie takes in her expression, his expression softens as he sees her eyes are glassy.  “When is it going to end Eddie?” she asks with a slight crack in her voice. 

“What?”

“When is this going to fucking end!?!” she yells, her calm tone no longer being heard. 

“What are you talking about Y/n?” 

“This! The way you’re acting, I’m so fucking sick of it!”

“Acting? How the hell am I acting huh?”  he asks angrily. You are a selfish man, rings in his ears as he continues to speak. 

“You come home every single fucking day for the past couple of months drunk and you’re out at night to god knows where and I barely even fucking see you!” she cried frustratedly. She was so tired of pretending everything was fine, that they were fine. 

“Well I’m sorry, I have a fucking career Y/n,” Eddie spits. He feels in his heart he’s being too mean. But he can’t stop, why can’t he stop?

“What do you think I have also Eddie? I have a fucking life too and you don’t see me throwing it all away at a bar!” she screams. 

“Is this what it’s about? About my fucking career?” Eddie asked harshly. 

“It’s not your fucking career Eddie, it’s the way you’re acting! Ever since you got signed to that record label it’s like you’re a completely different person!” she yells as tears fall down her cheeks. 

“Oh give me a fucking break. You’re just jealous of the fact that I have a successful music career!” Projecting your anger never helps. But Eddie just always made the wrong decisions at all the wrong times. 

“I’m not fucking jealous of anything Eddie! You think I’d be jealous of some coward who wastes his talent on bottles of liquor?” she shouts. 

“Oh please! You can’t handle the fact that you didn’t have a successful music career! New’s flash Y/n I was good enough to be where I am today, and I sure as hell will do whatever the fuck I want that makes me happy! You can do what you want to do, and I will do what I want to do because I was good enough! You weren’t good enough for New York Y/n get over it!” Eddie yells, not caring about his volume. 

It becomes dead silent once Eddie stops yelling. Y/n suppresses her sobs as she looks away from Eddie. Eddie feels tears run down his cheeks as well as he takes in his outburst. 

“I- I didn’t mean that,” Eddie stuttered ashamed. Y/n no longer suppresses her sobs as her shoulders shake. Tears cascade down her cheeks and she looks at Eddie. 

“Fuck you, Eddie Munson,” she cursed sniffling. “I’m trying so hard to try to see what’s wrong and what’s bothering you but it is so hard communicating with someone that is barely even here! It’s like when you’re here it’s not you and I’m so tired of pretending like everything is fine when it isn't, I want to be there by you Eddie but it is so hard,” she says with cracks in her voice. As she finally finishes her sentence, she sobs. 

Eddie swallows deeply as he takes in Y/n sobbing in front of him. It’s too much. It’s all too much. I can’t handle this right now. He sniffles as he walks out the door, leaving her behind to sob. 

Because like always, he makes the wrong decisions at the wrong times. 

***

Sasha’s door is only a few inches from his hand as he contemplates why he’s here again. He can’t think, and everything doesn’t feel good enough anymore. He’s here because he needs it. Once again. The one thing that is shattering his entire relationship is haunting him and he keeps coming back. 

It’s not long before she opens the door. Eddie begins to talk frantically as Sasha just stares. “I need the pills, can you please just give me them?” he asks desperately. He’s a fiend. He can’t stop. 

“Eddie-” 

“Please,” he begs. It’s too much, it’s all too much, I need it to go away. She lets out a sigh as she hands him the small tablet. 

Before he walks away, she calls after him. “I meant what I said Eddie,” she tells him. 

“Sasha-”

“You liked it, Eddie.”

“I didn’t,” he fired back. 

She gives him a scoff as she looks at him. “It’s not a big deal Eddie, you won’t even see her for a couple of months once your touring starts, and when touring starts I already know that you will be back to me,” she finishes. 

Eddie stays silent for a moment as he takes in her words. “It’s not the end of the world if you are having some fun,” she adds as she looks at him. 

“I love her Sasha,” he says determinedly. And he does. He loves Y/n. 

Y/n. His love. The person that his mind fuzzy, even without the drugs. Y/n, the one he said he’d always love forever, and yet he wound up in another woman’s bed a day before. And is back at that woman’s door.  But he loves her. He knows, he does deep in his heart that he loves her. 

“And you still can, but it doesn’t mean you having fun has to be left on a pedestal, it’s sex, not love,” Sasha tells him. 

Eddie leaves without a word and turns away, not daring to look at Sasha. 

As he drives off, her words ring in his mind. It’s sex, not love. He rubs his forehead repeatedly as he drives trying to wonder where he’s going. It’s 10:19 P.M. and he doesn’t know where to go. 

He needed to apologize to Y/n. He knew what he said was not fair. He knew he was out of line for all the things he said.

He hurt her deeply and he honestly believes he can’t do anything that would make her forgive him. He wonders if she’d leave him. A part of him couldn’t blame her. The other part, the selfish part, prayed to God that he could make it up to her. Make it up to their relationship. He still doesn’t know why he said the words that came out of his mouth. Was it because he was angry with himself? Projected his anger on her because he spent his whole day being angry with himself? And didn’t know where else to put his anger made for himself? Perhaps. But there is still no clear reason as he does not have a clear answer as to why he was angry also. 

He somehow ended up in the grocery parking lot. 

The infamous grocery shop, home to the flower shop that’s seen every aspect of Y/n and Eddie’s relationship. From first dates to first fights, to ask for love, and then to ask for forgiveness. The flower lady knows Eddie’s figure and face by now. She sighs, asking if this is date flowers or if this is a time for asking for forgiveness flowers. Eddie emphasizes forgiveness very loud and clear with his body language. The lady shakes her head disapprovingly as she makes the very large bouquet, the largest bouquet Eddie asked for, and fills the parchment paper with large hydrangea flowers of all colors. 

“You’re gonna need a ring to suffice that forgiveness boy,” the lady advises him. “That ring shop on the corner of Abbey? Is open until midnight,” she adds. “Oh! And add in a stuffed animal, girls love seeing their boys go all out,” she finishes. 

***

As Eddie walks back to their apartment, he feels wretched. He is a selfish man. A selfish selfish man, who can’t let the woman he loves go. She is breaking, and Eddie swears to himself that he’ll pick up the pieces. He’ll be better. He promises he will. And that’s exactly what he told her on January 12th, 1988, at 1:11 A.M. The time he gets back. As he finds Y/n curled in a ball on her side of the bed, sniffling softly, he gets down on both his knees and begs her to look at him. 

He tells her how sorry he is. Tell her she was right. He promises to be better. He kisses her all around as she lets out soft cries. He cradles her against his chest and mutters apology after apology. He lets his tears fall as well as they both just hug each other tightly. 

He promises that he will make it up to her as he presents her with the beautiful promise ring. A silver band with a red ruby. He tells her he loves her so much. 

So much. 

He promises. 

But like any other promise, 

They are like the lines we promise not to cross.

We break them, those promises,

And we realize, just like the crossed lines, 

They fade each time they are crossed,

They fade each time they are broken until all that is left is the question,

Was there ever a line there?

Was there ever a promise to begin with?

And you continue to make and break and cross until one day, 

It all just falls apart. 

***

Eddie’s POV

February 28th, 1988, 9:15 P.M.

When you play with fire, you feel fine and it feels fun at the moment. 

But eventually, playing with fire always has the same ending to it. It burns. And when it burns you, the feeling destroys you and it’s like you’ve finally seen the real reality and it hits you like a nightmare. But it isn’t a nightmare, it isn’t an imaginary scenario your mind makes as the gears turn. It’s real. 

And when you wake up, you wished you hadn’t at all. 

Because it hurts. 

It destroys you.

And the pain consumes you. 

As I watched Y/n run out the door after catching me with Sasha, I knew everything fell apart. 

I tried to find her in the swarm of people but it wasn’t any use. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, GOD. 

I’m so sorry Y/n.

I’m so sorry. 

I’m 

 so 

 sorry.

I ruined everything.

It was like the betrayed and hurt expression plastered on her face awoke the part that I had pushed down deep inside for so long. 

The Regret. 

The Guilt. 

The Shame. 

I never thought about the consequences of what this addiction I had conceived in these past months would hold but as they linger in front of me, I knew there was no high that I could ever have, that could replace the one thing I had held dear in my heart the most.

How could I have been so foolish? So stupid?

How could I let this happen?

As I continued to look for her in the swarm of people, I was still in no luck. I felt someone’s eyes penetrate the back of my head as I looked around. As I turned around, I saw Gareth and Jeff’s disappointed expressions. 

“Where is she?” I asked pathetically. 

“Go to hell Munson,” Gareth replies before walking inside his room, slamming the door behind him. Jeff just looks at me before walking towards his room as well. 

“Jeff- please,” I say desperately. I don’t know what came over me these past months I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know-

“She just left,” he said quietly before disappearing into his room. 

I rush to get to my car as quickly as possible, speeding back to our apartment. 

As I make it through our hallway, I shuffle for my keys in my pockets. As I try to unlock the door, the door doesn’t budge. It’s deadbolted. 

“Y/n! Y/n! Please open the door!” I yelled desperately. Tears streamed down my face as I continued to frantically knock on the door. 

Please. Please. Please open the door, 

Please. I’m so sorry. 

“Please- let- let me fix- fix this, fuck- fuck- please baby open the door,” I stuttered out. Knowing it was no use, the loud knocks turned into soft thuds as I felt my body slide down the door. As my knees reach the ground, I sob. Sobbed because I had been so careless with my love. Sobbed because I knew I lost the one thing I loved. Sobbed because I know I can never have what I had with her ever again.

I muttered apology after apology at the door, as I wiped away the tears that kept flowing. I waited at the door, with tear-filled eyes as I waited for her to open. 

Not long after, she opens the door and I lunge onto her legs. I am pathetic. I let this happen. This is all my fault.

But I can’t bear letting her go. This isn’t healthy. Not anymore. I let it be this way. 

I sob in her legs, not caring how pathetic I look as I try to mutter out words. Nothing comes out but harsh breaths mixed with my tears.

I feel her bristle against me and I hear the harsh sound of bag straps against the side of her thighs. I look at her hands and I feel my heart drop. I knew someday, this would’ve transpired, but as I look directly at what’s unfolding, it hits fast. The feelings. The feelings I pushed down so hard for the past months rush all to me and it is agonizing. I scramble to my feet as I grab her face, trying to make her look at me. Please look at me, please, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please, I can fix-

“No, no, no, please don’t. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry-” I sob out as I press my forehead against hers. “Please don’t leave me,” I shake as my tears mix with hers. As I try to meet her gaze, I see her eyes travel on my neck and she twists harshly out of my hands. I know I made so many mistakes, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. 

As I trail quickly behind her, Y/n stops in front of the trunk of her car. She tries to put her bags and guitar, oh that guitar, inside but I’m too stubborn to let her go. I can’t. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Y/n. 

I try to grab her wrist gently, but she harshly pushes me off as she glares at me. 

“Don’t touch me,” she sneered. “You’re crying? You’re fucking crying? I walk in on you cheating on me and you’re the one who’s fucking crying!?” she screams. 

“I’m sorry! I- I don’t know why I did it, why this happened, I-” 

“I gave up my life for you! My dreams of New York! I gave it up all for you! I was there for you for everything! I gave up my dreams so YOU could be happy! You kept me here in this godforsaken state and you left me in this fucking city for what? Some groupie that shows you one look of desire and all of a sudden you forget who you are? You left me in that fucking restaurant on our fifth anniversary. Do you even remember why we’re here in this city in the first place?” 

I choke on my sobs as I fall into a deep silence. Her dreams of New York. Our anniversary. I feel deep regret as I reflect on how foolish I am. I forgot our fucking anniversary. The day I swore to always be hers like she was mine. 

What have I become? How could I have let this get this bad? Why did I let it get this bad? All the emotions, regret, guilt, and shame hit painfully as I sob even more.

I don’t sob for myself. I don’t deserve it. I sob not for me, but her. I sob for the girl who she once was. I ruined her life. I ruined our love. Everything that made her happy, everything we had made for five years, gone. Gone because of me. I am the reason she left her dreams. I am the reason she isn’t happy. 

I sob because I know that no matter what, we could never come back from this. As the rain downpoured from above, rain mixed with our tears as we just cried at one another. 

I look at her with sadness and guilt, and she looks at me with agony. The agony I caused. She asks me the one question I dreaded her asking. “Why?” 

I think for a moment. Why did I let our love fall apart? Why did I cross the lines? Why did I break all the promises I swore I would rather die than break? There are too many questions for a complicated matter. I tried to understand why, but I couldn’t. I didn’t know. 

“I don’t know,” I whispered brokenly. We look at each other and I feel a single tear drop fall from my eye. I see one fall from her eye as well. 

She begins to walk toward her car and I contemplate. Let her go. Let her go. Let her go. 

I needed to let her go. 

But I needed to tell her all the words I didn’t say in these six months. 

“I love you y/n I- You’re it for me! I was- I don’t-” I stutter as I try to piece together the words but all that comes out are sobs. 

I feel pathetic for all the things I have done but I can’t help the way I sob knowing that if I hadn’t been so foolish, we wouldn’t be in this mess. We wouldn’t be letting go. 

I walk towards where she’s standing and pull her tightly against me. This is goodbye. I needed to hold her one last time before letting her go. Making her stay was the worst thing I could do than her leaving me. She doesn’t deserve the pain I brought on her. The selfishness of my doings. She needed to be free of me, no matter how much I didn’t want to let her go. 

I have made all the wrong decisions, at the wrong times. I needed, I had, to do the one thing right at the worst time of my life. It’s the least I can do for our downfall. 

“I’m so sorry,” I sob. 

As I stare into her beautiful eyes, I feel it, the feeling I missed for so long when I would stare at her. It felt like us again. Like we were perfect, not just fine. Y/n and Eddie once again. But it’s short-lived. Because we knew. We knew deep within our souls that we will never be the same. It’s the hardest pill I have to swallow, but I have to face it. I made all the wrong decisions that ultimately cost our entire relationship. The least I could do was give her air to breathe. Because for the past couple of months, I knew she wasn’t breathing. She was surviving. Trying to save us. But in the end, I was too far gone to be saved. Maybe if I had realized sooner, I wouldn’t be too far gone, but it’s too late now. I needed to save her before she was gone too. And for that, I needed to let her go. 

She places a hand on my cheek lovingly as I melt in her touch. I place my hand over hers as I stare at her. She gulps down her cries as she begins to speak. “I will always love you, “ she begins. “But I can’t do this anymore,” she sobs. I nod frantically as I take in her words. I hug her tightly against my chest as I just let her body shake. I love you so much Y/n. I’m so sorry I let us down. She looks up at me and tells me the words I waited for her to say. The words I knew would ruin me. But the words I knew she had to say. “Goodbye Eddie,” she finishes as she kisses my hand. It takes all of my power to not keep her tightly in my grasp, but I knew l needed to let her go. I don’t say anything as she forcibly walks toward her car. I watched silently as she shut her car door and started the engine. As she begins to pull out of the parking lot, I stare silently at her through the back window. As her car no longer is in my sight, I knew, that at that moment, she was gone. I let her go. 

It’s bitter. 

Because the sad truth lies that she is gone.

The person I thought I would spend the rest of my life with, is gone. 

And I have no one else to blame but myself.

***

Part II here

A/N: Haha... How’d like it? ALSO so sorry if your name is Sasha, I literally pulled that character/name from All Your Perfects by Colleen Hoover (have any of you read the book???). I love every single one of you!!! I hope you enjoyed, as always, please leave comments down below, I read every single one of them, Ily :) P <3

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meet me in the hallway [three]

genre: fluff

sidenote: all of these chapters CAN be read as standalones, but if you want to read it in series order, they do follow in chronological order for the events.

genre of mini series: fluff to angst

summary: Corroded Coffin isn’t having any progress creating a new song. Eddie also didn’t know Y/n’s middle name. Who would’ve thought that would jumpstart his career to stardom?

warnings of this chapter: fluff, swearing, kind of a chaotic chapter, turning point of Eddie’s career, references to “Right Where You Left Me”, last fluff chapter (I mean it this time), Eddie kind of radiates a golden retriever, Eddie is loud, stressed Corroded Coffin, allusions to sex, *un-edited/revised, will eventually revise any grammar/punctuation errors, but for the most part all fine!

note: Hi again:) This is part four of mmith. I honestly do not know how many chapter this will be, HOWEVER, I do feel this mini series is coming to a conclusion... as most already know what kind of happens once Eddie rises in fame. But yes, this is probably the last fluff chapter that is this sugary sweet with a hint of chaos. Alsooooo, I kind of imagine Motley Crue’s music to be like Corroded Coffin’s. With that being said, play Angela by Motley Crue when the lyrics start. I hope you enjoy, and again, thank you all for your sweet comments :)) Ily, P<3

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Eddie’s POV 

June 15th, 1985, 5:50 P.M.

Location: Indianapolis Records 

I’m so fucking frustrated. At least my band members are in the same boat. For the past couple of months, we’ve been trying to come up with a good enough song that we can show our record label, and it has been rough. Day and night, lyrics are made into jumbled messes, ink barely bleeds through the paper from the amount of usage, and paper fills the fucking trash cans with useless ideas. 

To say the least, we aren’t making any progress with our music. 

“What if we tried another one of those scrap songs again? I mean surely there is something that has potential,” Gareth groans tiredly. We’ve been sitting at the meeting table since the crack of dawn and the coffee pot is fucking empty. Everyone makes a hum of agreement as they look at Alan. 

Alan sighs as he looks at me. “Anything?” he asks me, clearly over with this meeting. As if I’m the one that has the answer. 

Which I don’t. 

For the past hours, all I’ve been thinking about is trying to make it out of this goddamn studio so I can spend my time with her. Besides my career taking a small tumble, Y/n and I’s relationship has been the only thing keeping me sane. Her kisses and her tired smiles as I make it back home to our apartment have been the only thing making my day. Or night, since my schedule has been crammed to the max trying to sell off a worthy track. 

Did I forget to mention we’re living together now? 

Three months ago, we figured it was pointless to live in separate apartments when we’ve been glued to each other’s side for the past two years. Every night since February 19th, 1983, it mostly always ended with us in my bed or her bed, not just me in my bed, and not her just in her bed, but both of us. Together. In one bed. The locations just switch. 

To “save more money” I suggested the most brilliant plan I’ve come up with in all twenty-two years of my life. Move in with me, I suggested during one of our late-night conversations. Limbs tied within the bedsheets as we cradled each other’s bodies as we just talked about whatever nonsense came to our minds. 

It’s crazy how we’ve been together for two years now. Yet at the same time, it isn’t a shocker, as the way we instantly clicked the first day we met in the hallway deemed our fate for us to be together. 

I shed a little smile as I think about her, but it immediately downturns as I then remember that I’m not in her arms right now, not in bed with her, and do not have my limbs tangled with hers in the bedsheets and fact still in the fucking meeting room with the eyes of my bandmates and lyric writer on me, waiting for a fucking solution that I can’t answer. 

“You already know what I’m going to say, Alan, there is only one scrap song I will ever recommend,” I answer bored. He groans as well as my other band members as they take in my words. They’ve been over my shit trying to convince them to run ‘Wind’s Cry’ again. 

“We’ve been over this Munson, ‘Winds Cry’ doesn’t fucking hit,” he brutally tells me. I clench my jaw as I think about how hard Y/n and I spent time in the studio late at night coming up with the lyrics. All for it to be thrown away with a simple no. 

“It has potential, I saw it with my fucking eyes when I showed it to you that day. I saw it in all of your fucking eyes that day,” I state harshly. I will never get rid of this song until I prove all of you wrong. 

Before I can say more, Jeff interjects. “I mean, maybe he’s got a point, Alan. It does have potential,” Jeff shrugs as he looks at Alan. See. Alan rolls his eyes at the other’s agreement.

“And it does! But it all goes to shit when it comes to the chorus!” Alan deadpans. “What the hell is ‘when the winds cry I’ll be there for you’ supposed to mean? The chorus doesn’t complete the song!”

“Okay fine it needs a bit of revamping! But you agree it has potential right?” I ask him with a hint of hope in my voice. He stays quiet as he looks at me. “Why can’t we continue with that song Alan? We spent weeks on that two years ago and it sounded good! We can clean it up within three weeks, I promise, this is the song,” I reason with him. Please please please please, please-

Over this argument, Alan gets up from his seat and looks directly at me.

“You have three fucking weeks to make it worthy before I go to the Publisher with nothing. If this doesn’t pan out how you want it, consider it your career’s funeral,” he burns before slamming the door. The room is filled with an awkward silence as we all gather our thoughts. 

It’s your career’s funeral. 

“At least now we have a song,” Gareth says cautiously, trying to diffuse the tension. 

“Does this mean we can leave now?” Jeff injects as he’s clearly over having to sit in this stuffy room for more than ten hours. 

“We can make this work,” I state. They all shrug as they get up from their seats. 

“I sure hope it will man,” Jeff pats my shoulder before exiting the door.

“We’ll figure it out,” Gareth tells me before leaving as well. 

Three fucking weeks to make it worthy. 

June 15th, 1985, 7:35 P.M.

Location: Apartment Complex 

I groan as I make it towards our front door. Three fucking weeks to make it worthy rings in my head every step of the way. 

As I open the door, I’m greeted with Y/n’s infectious smile as she stirs something in the pot. My mood immediately brightens a bit as I catch her eye. I move towards her figure before wrapping my arms around her waist, burying my head into the crook of her neck, sighing heavily. 

“Long day?” she asks as she rubs my arms comfortably. I make a sound of agreement as I wrap my arms tighter around her. She sighs as she turns off the heat of the meal she’s cooking. 

“You have no idea. Whatcha making?” I mumble as she walks towards the sink to wash her hands, me trailing behind not letting her waist go. 

“The only thing I ever make,” she beams to lighten up the mood. I smile as I already know what it is. 

Spaghetti and meatballs. 

We’ve had it three days in a row now, but I don’t mind. If it’s anything made by her, I won’t complain. 

“Can’t have another incident like last time,” I tease. She playfully rolls her eyes as she remembers the time she tried making this beef dish she had seen in a cookbook and almost burnt our kitchen down. 

 “To be fair, I was on the right track,” she asserted as she escapes from my grasp and grabs two wine glasses from the cabinet, walking to the dining table and placing it on the tablecloth. 

“That poor cow looked like coal when you turned the stove off sweetheart,” I blurted. 

“Keep talking and I’ll spit in your pasta,” she jests as she shows the plate of pasta in her hands. She raises her eyebrows challengingly, daring me to say another word. 

I give her a grin as my mood brightens more in her presence. “Yes ma’am,” I tell her as I take a seat at the table. “Can I have my food now please?” I grin up at her. “Spit infused or not,” I mumble, pushing her buttons. She hands me the plate with a roll of her eyes as I mutter a teasing thank you. 

She makes her way back to the table with a bottle of white wine in her hand, the other with a corkscrew opener. 

She gives me a cheeky smile as she holds up the bottle towards my face. “This bottle has my middle name on it,” she tells me. I squint to get a good look at the name of the bottle. Angela. My eyebrows creased in puzzlement. 

“Your middle name is Angela?” I ask confused. 

“Yeah?” she asks with a puzzled expression.

“Really?” I ask shocked. Her middle name is Angela?

Her mouth opens in shock as she looks at me, nearly dropping the bottle. “You don’t know my fucking middle name?” she gasps. Is she joking? Is it actually? Angela?!

“You don’t know mine either!” I nagged.

“Edward John Munson,” she deadpans with a bored expression. Damn. How did she know that?! 

“How did you know that?!” I exclaim in shock. 

“John is a common middle name Eddie,” she replied. Well, I’m sorry I have basic parents! Who makes their child’s middle name Angela?!  

She huffs as she looks at me. “You seriously didn’t know my middle name was Angela?” she asks astonished. 

I look at her with my mouth agape as she just stares at me. Angela. What the fuck? 

It’s silent for a moment before her stone expression breaks and she’s letting out a loud giggle that echoes throughout the apartment. Fucking Angela. Her giggles turn into hysterical laughs as she tries to muffle her laughs with her hand, failing miserably. She looks at me with wide eyes before she laughs again, her infectious laugh making me let out a loud laugh also. Angela. 

“Oh my God! We’ve been together for TWO years now and you don’t know my middle name!” she wheezes. “You don’t know my middle name!” she clarifies as she coughs, tears now threatening to fall from the amount of hysterical laughter. Angela. Angela. Angela. 

“I’m sorry,” I chuckle loudly, the pasta now running cold, left abandoned on the table. “Angela,” I deadpan. I look back at the wine bottle on the table and then back at her. Angela. “Angela!” I yell, not caring about the neighbors I’ve definitely woken up. She gapes at me as I yell her middle name, laughing in shock.  Angela. Fucking Angela. I yell again as she makes a motion for me to stop. She’s now on the floor laughing as I knock my head against the wooden dining table. Fucking Angela. 

“You’re going-” she inhales to catch her breath. “You’re going- You’re going to- Fuck- Get us kicked out of this fucking apartment!” she says brokenly as she laughs maniacally. 

“You’re the one that brought it up!” I wheeze catching my breath. Y/n Angela L/n. 

“I just wanted to show you the fucking wine bottle!” 

Somehow, I end up on the floor with her, still laughing hysterically as we inhale heavily, trying to catch our breaths. I bury my head into her shoulder, trying to calm down. Her laughs slightly subside as she inhales deeply. 

Both our cheeks burn from the lack of oxygen as we look at each other. 

She gives a short laugh before stopping fully. I smile at her as I try to catch my breath. She gives me one back as she flips her body to face the same direction as mine before she lays her head against my shoulder. 

I kiss the top of her head as I throw an arm around her shoulders. “Fucking Angela,” I mumble. She grabs the wine bottle from off the table and opens it. She lets an enthusiastic ‘ah’ as the bottle makes a pop. 

“I heard Angela is also quite good,” she says, bringing the bottle of white wine to her lips. I smile at her as I take a swig after her. 

“It’s safe to say it’s true, one way or the other,” I tease. She pushes lightly at my shoulder with the bottle on her lips as I laugh. 

Angela. 

It suits her. 

***

June 20th, 1985, 3:50 P.M.

Location: Indianapolis Records

Angela.

That fucking middle name has been on my mind ever since she told me all about it. 

Now here I am, in the studio with my bandmates trying to make ‘Winds Cry’ “worthy” for the fucking publisher and Alan. 

“I don’t even think any of this needs revising! It’s just this damn chorus! I mean seriously Munson what were you thinking with it?” Gareth exclaims. 

“Look man I was either, A, drunk in the middle of the night writing lyrics, or B, drunk in the middle of the night writing lyrics!” I exclaim back. 

As Gareth and I bicker, Jeff is clearly over our shit, rubbing his temples trying to soothe his headache from listening to me and Gareth for the past hours. “Okay, clearly, you fucking wrote this song about the girl you love, isn’t that right Eddie?” Jeff interjects as Gareth and I pause our bickering. 

I think for a moment. Of course, this song is about her. I would stay up all night writing this song with her in the studio. “Well- not necessarily,” I say with a meek voice. Jeff raises his eyebrows as if he can see through my bullshit. Gareth crosses his arms as a look of disbelief is plastered on his face. Okay yes, yes this fucking song is about her. 

“I think we’ve solved the problem of this song after all,” Gareth explains as he nods his head. A look of confusion crosses both Jeff and I’s faces as we stare at Gareth. He rolls his eyes before going on. “This song isn’t complete because it isn’t. And we just found the missing puzzle piece,” Gareth says. Would you mind not speaking in fucking cryptic messaging every once in a while Gareth?

“Yeah, man, I’m still not following,” Jeff deadpans as I nod in agreement.

“God, you two are very dense,” Gareth scolds.  “It’s not fucking complete because she’s not in it! This whole song is for her and her name isn’t even fucking in it. Think back to what Alan said Eddie, the chorus doesn’t hit! And now you know why,” Gareth finishes as he lets out a deep sigh, almost as if he’s out of breath from the lecture he just produced. 

“So… what you’re saying is that… the song isn’t complete because Y/n’s name isn’t in it?” Jeff concludes, a tone of confusion still lingering within his voice. 

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” Gareth insisted. Well then if that’s the case, I can’t do it. 

“Yeah, I can’t necessarily do that,” I say apologetically. I really prefer not to piss off more people, especially Y/n. 

“What?” Jeff complains as he scratches his head exasperatedly.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Gareth speaks at the same time as Jeff complains about wanting to leave. 

“She told me before that she didn’t want her first name to be the main focal point of a song, said the concept’s ‘overused’ and whatnot,” I admit. I try my best to explain why I can’t use her name, but it’s clear they don’t buy it. 

“You remember that but couldn’t remember her middle name?” Jeff reprimanded. Gareth lets out a snort as a look of annoyance crosses my face. 

“I told you two that for a good laugh, not for you two to use against me. Besides, she told me that three days ago!”

“Well, I sure as hell will need a good laugh if our career falls apart just because you won’t put your girlfriend’s name in a song that’s dedicated to her,” Gareth declares. 

“My career will fall apart if I know how pissed off she’d be at me!”

“Excuses, excuses!” they both yell out as they exit the door. 

I let out a groan as I fall back in the desk chair. I walk back and forth in the meeting room as I try to think about how to go about this song. I can’t use her first name, but I sure as hell can dedicate the lyrics to her. 

As I continue to contemplate my next decisions, there is an idea that just makes sense. 

I grab a scrap piece of paper and begin writing the lyrics again. 

This time, I added something more.

Three days earlier

June 17th, 1985, 11:30 A.M.

Location: Apartment Complex 

“Tell me something else I don’t know,” I ask her, as she hands me the warm cup of coffee. 

She’s silent for a moment, thinking about what to say. “I will never write a song calling out someone’s first name,” she declares as she sips her cup of coffee.

Okay, a little confusing, but sure. “But what about if someone wrote a song with your name in it?”

“They wouldn’t.” Wanna bet on that?

“What if it was a love song?” I pressed. 

“That’s a major no,” she laughs. 

“What!” I asked shocked. This woman shocks me every day doesn’t she? 

She lets out a sigh as she pours more coffee into my mug. “Think about it. For decades every person writes a song dedicated to the first name of their lover and then their next and the whole concept of ‘You don’t love them enough unless you write a song with their first name in it’ is silly! I mean why does it always have to be first names? It can be a middle name or even their last name! At least it has some originality, maybe I sound stupid-, but using first names to express your undying love for the person of your dreams to the world is cliché! I mean, many can have the same first name, but a middle name or maybe even a last name is unique,” she pauses for a second before continuing. “And I guess that in a way if an artist used those instead of their lover’s surname, it feels more personal. I mean, sure there’s going to be some people who recognize a person’s last name and middle name, but not everyone in an artist’s fanbase will know that’s the lover’s last name or middle name. But the artist will, making the song feel like an inside secret that only the artist and their lover will know,” she looks at me for a minute, trying to speculate whether I’m watching her in judgment or not. I encourage her to continue as I take in her words. She begins again by saying, “If an artist wants to show that their love is personal, knowing little things that many wouldn’t remember is all someone needs than a song,” she finishes. “I don’t know,” she shrugs, “those are just my two cents, and I’ve been rambling for a lengthy five minutes and I genuinely can’t tell whether you’re looking at me with pure judgment or pure confusion,” she lets out a small laugh, trying to conceal her bit of embarrassment. 

“Can I add my two cents?” 

“Mhm.”

“I think your thinking makes perfect sense,” I preached.

“You think so?” she asks with surprise lingering in her voice. 

“I know so,” I grin as she grins back at me. 

“Now it’s my turn to ask the questions,” Y/n states.

“Ask away then.”

As we go back and forth asking each other detailed and borderline absurd questions, her words echo in the back of my head about songs made by artists about their lovers. 

‘The song can feel like an inside secret that only the artist and their lover will know.’

I’ll keep in mind her two cents. 

***

June 17th, 1985, 6:30 P.M.

Location: Indianapolis Records

As I finish off the last revamping of the song, I take in what I had made. 

It’s perfect. Genuinely, this is the hit. I can feel it.

My hands are cramped up from the amount of writing I have done in the past six hours. But it’s worth it. I knew the song I would never give up was worthwhile. Alan was right also, about how the song needed revamping. How the chorus needed extra flavor to sell. 

The title also was missing something. So I revamped it also. 

The song is now titled, “Angela.”

I called Gareth and Jeff back to the studio and told them I figured it out. Told them to get their lazy ass as quick as they can to the studio so we can discuss. 

About twenty minutes later, they burst through the door.

“You called?” Gareth speaks up with raised eyebrows. I hand him the sheets of lyrics to “Angela” with a smile on my face. A look of amusement and shock crosses both their faces as they look at the sheets. 

“I think I just scored us a published song,” I sing-song. As they skim more and more, a look of astonishment lingers on their features at the revisions.

“Angela? Who’s Angela?” Jeff questioned as he continued to skim through the lyrics with Gareth.

“A girl’s middle name that will get us a published song,” I confirmed. 

The middle name of the girl I have an undying love for. 

June 20th, 1985, 12:45 P.M. 

Location: Indianapolis Records

“Well I’ll be damned,” Alan deadpans. I smirk as I see Alan’s shocked expression as he reads the lyrics of our band’s song. He bites his lip, contemplating what to say. He looks up from the sheets as he looks at me and my bandmates. His expression is blank for a moment before it morphs into impressed gratitude. He lets out a bemused laugh as he sets the sheets back on the table. “I shouldn’t have doubted you all for one minute, damn,” he expresses in disbelief. “Now this, this is publisher worthy.” Hell yeah, it is. 

“That’s what I’m talking about!” I whoop enthusiastically as I pat my bandmates' backs, as we all let out cheers for our triumph, grins plastered on our faces. 

“It hasn’t even been three weeks yet too!” Alan states with disbelief. 

I let out a laugh as I run my hands through my hair. All that hard work did pay off in the end after all. 

“I’ll let the folks know at The Bar on Main when you’ll be performing again, the publishers will be there to see the song in action,” Alan tells us. “If they like it, you boys just scored yourself a radio-streamed song,” he adds with a grin plastered on his face. 

You boys just scored yourself a radio-streamed song. 

***

September 20th, 1985, 9:05 P.M.

Location: Bar on Main

She was in her regular spot like usual. The leather chair just naturally became reserved for her whenever we had gigs at this place. 

As we finish setting up our equipment on stage, my hands became clammy with every waking minute. Not only did I have to worry about Y/n’s thoughts on our gig, but also the publisher watching in the crowd. I haven’t even met them yet and I’m already nervous as fuck about being in their presence. Being under their watch. What if they don’t think it’s a worthy publishing song? God, why do you always have these thoughts while on stage Munson? Stop psyching yourself out. 

I clear my throat as I begin to talk into the mic. “Hello, you’ve probably all been familiar with us by now, but for the newcomers here, hello, welcome, our band is Corroded Coffin and we’re just here to share our music,” I say with a small grin. I pause for a moment, getting a good look at the crowd. It’s mostly all regulars from previous shows, but there are also mixed faces of people I haven’t seen before. “Tonight, we will be performing a new unreleased song we’ve been going through for quite a while,” I say as I look at Y/n before I reveal the title of the song. “The song is called ‘Angela’, I hope you enjoy,” I say into the mic to the crowd, though my words we’re all directed to her, as I give her a soft smile. Her features are crossed into surprise as she takes in my words. 

It’s showtime. 

We begin the opening, with my opening chords and Gareth’s drums in the background. 

“I've been an alleycat, I lived nine lives

Just like a fine wine, I'm better with time

Like a diamondback rattlesnake

I have the rattle if it had the shake…”

I cast my eyes in her direction, smirking as I take in her rosy cheeks as she stares at me. This verse was made all because of her. The nights at the studio brought out the best parts of the song. All because of her. Now she finally gets to see the whole song come to life.

“Until you, give me something to believe in

Until you, give me something to sink my teeth into

Now when the winds cry Angela

Angela, I'll be there for you

And when the storms scream Angela

Angela, I'll be there

I've been a poet always tongue in cheek

I've seen some scenes man you'd never believe

And like a supercharged rocket ride

You know they'd have gasoline if they had the time

Until you, gimme something to believe in

Until you, gimme something to sink my teeth into

Now when the winds cry Angela

Angela, I'll be there for you

And when the storms scream Angela

Angela, I'll be there 

Oh Angela 

Oh Angela 

When the winds cry Angela

Save me 

I’m a sick soul sucker in this whiskey ghost town 

Save me

You can get me in your saddle and ride me into the ground…”

I start my guitar solo as I ride the rhythm. 

As I continue more and more, I feel electric. 

This feeling when I strum my guitar is intoxicating. 

The mix of my guitar with Gareth’s drums and Jeff’s bass sent me over the edge. 

This feeling, this feeling, was perfect. 

“Ooooh ooooh ooooh, Angela

Ooooh ooooh ooooh, yeah!

Now when the winds cry Angela

Angela, I'll be there for you

And when the storms scream Angela

Angela, I'll be there

Oh Angela

Oh Angela

Now when the winds cry Angela

Baby, baby I'll be there.”

I conclude our song with the signature ear-piercing yell to signal our closing performance. I hear a large round of applause as I open my eyes after finishing our performance. As I run my eyes through the crowd, my eyes immediately land on Y/n. She’s out of her seat, standing high as she claps her hands enthusiastically as she looks at us. I have a large grin plastered on my face as I see her face. Her face I could tell was filled with adoration and her eyes sparkled with amazement. I felt pride swell in my heart as I see her large smile. She’s proud of me. Before I could register, she was walking towards where I’m getting off on stage. As she gets closer, she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me into a deep kiss. I grin into the kiss and she deepens it, not caring about the crowd still present in the bar. 

“You are one sly bastard Eddie Munson,” she mumbles against my lips.

“I take it you enjoy the song,” I tease as I pull back, getting a good look at her face. Her face has a pink tint from the amount of blush she produced from our performance and her red lipstick is slightly smudged from the kiss we just shared. 

She gives me a wide grin and she nods her head enthusiastically. “Very, very much,” she says as she plants another kiss on my lips. 

“Celebratory Denny’s then?” I blurted with a cheeky grin. She mirrors my expression as she grabs my hand, staying silent. 

She’s already pulling me towards the exit. 

Third Person POV

1986

Eddie Munson wasn’t lying when he said ‘Angela’ would make his band mainstream in Indianapolis. From their last performance at the Bar on Main, the producers were more than impressed. They began working with Corroded Coffin, and now, on January 15th, 1986, the band finally released a studio single. It was quite the talk of the crowd in Indianapolis. Many loved the song. 

As Eddie and his band slowly rise to stardom, Eddie makes sure he doesn’t leave his sweetheart behind. He is after all here because of her. And he has her to thank for everything. As the new year begins, their love feels infinite. And they couldn’t be more in love. 

Eddie’s POV

February 17th, 1986, 10:45 P.M.

Location: A music venue in Indianapolis

This moment is surreal to think about. Our band is performing in a fucking music venue, and there is a large crowd. At least a few hundred. Which is huge compared to what we usually have. And yet, no matter how big those crowds get, she’s always there. She sat quietly in the small bar at the back as she watched our performance. A large smile is permanently etched on her face as we continue our gig. 

Song after song, we finish our gig with the song I’m always happy to perform. 

As I continue the riffs for ‘Angela’ my heart pumps in adrenaline as my ears ring. Everything is electric. I felt my body sweat as I put my heart and soul into this song. Everything about this felt right. I think this is my year. I can feel it. 

“Oh Angela

Oh Angela

Now when the winds cry Angela

Baby, baby I'll be there.”

As I finish the final chords to the song, I let out the signature ear-splitting scream signaling the closing of our performance. 

A large roar of applause graces my ears as I look at the crowd. So many people. So many people who are here to see us perform. To see me perform. I feel more pride swell in my heart as cheers are still made. 

As I hop off stage, I immediately walk towards where she is, capturing my lips against hers when I’m close enough. “How’d I do?” I ask with my lips against hers.

“Amazing,” she mumbled against the kiss. My grin stayed permanent as I pull her hand towards the exit. 

“Celebration with my darling?” I ask teasingly.  It’s tradition to go to Denny’s every gig, even if it’s kind of shitty. Not my words, hers. My favorite part to look forward to after a performance.

***

February 17th, 1986, 11:50 P.M.

Location: Denny’s 

“You know what tomorrow is babe?” I ask as I pop a fry from her plate into my mouth. She stays silent for a moment, debating what to say. 

“Hmmm let’s see… well tomorrow is February 18th,” she says. “Which is many things, it can a person’s birthday, the day someone proposes to someone… Steve Harrington’s fifth date of the month,” she teases. I roll my eyes at her comment about Steve “The Hair” Harrington. It was quite a shocker to me when I found out they had a mini fling when they were in high school. Left a bitter taste on my tongue for a couple of days when I found out. Her grin widens as she takes in my annoyed expression before she bursts into a fit of laughter, the sound echoing in the empty diner. I join in with her infectious laughter as I look at her. If you could feel when you’re making a look of adoration to someone, I’m feeling it right now. I’m looking at her with straight adoration as she beams at me from across the table.

“It’s our 3rd anniversary dumbass!” I ridicule her with a smile. 

“Yeah, no shit sherlock,” she says with a teasing attitude. 

“Which meanssssss I better see you in the skin-tight red dress, nothing underneath, with pretty kitten heels as we go to the beautiful Angelina’s,” I finish, emphasizing the nothing underneath part. That one day out of 365 days makes me a mad man. Three years and I will never get over that look. Gives me a tightness in my pants just thinking about it. Will always be my favorite day with her. 

She rolls her eyes at my comment with a small smile still on her face. She meets my eyes as she says, “I’m not in a skin-tight red dress right now,” with a frown. What?

“What? It’s only the 17th, of course, you’re not in the skin-tight dress” I state confused. 

“Look at the clock,” she tells me as she directs her head towards the white clock above the exit door with an eye roll. 

I squint as I look at the clock, trying to make out the time. Okay, it’s 12:02… what about it? It’s 12:02. 12:02 A.M. It’s not February 17th anymore. It’s the 18th. I feel my eyes visibly widen as I look back at her. Before she could register, I’m leaning across the table and captured her lips onto mine. 

“Happy anniversary baby,” I whisper as I pull away with a shy smile. 

“I expect you in a suit at seven P.M. sharp Munson,” she states as I lay a few bills on the table for the old waitress and grab her hand towards the door. 

As we make it out onto the sidewalk, I smother her in kisses. I feel her giggles against my skin as I press firmer kisses. I know I’ve made it in life when I hear that sound. 

“I expect these clothes of yours on our floor as we reach the apartment,” I murmur against her skin. 

“I’m sure they’ll be off way before that,” she whispers as she places a kiss on my ear. My God this woman. 

I pull her around the sidewalks as she trails behind me, laughing. 

I smile as we make it to the apartment. As we walk in the infamous hallway, the hallway of our many memories, I feel just how far I’ve come. 

This is my year. 

86’ baby. 

It’s my year. 

And she’s here with me. 

My girl. 

I love you so so much Y/n. 

You are it for me. 

I am the happiest I’ve ever been in my entire life. 

Twenty-three never felt better. 

***

A/N: I’m going to be honest, this is very chaotic. But, at least there is some connections now to Right Where You Left Me. Like always, if you have any feedback, please let me know in the comments. Or if you want to comment, please do comment:) All of you are so sweet haha. Ily, P<3

That’s all x

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Old short stories

*all one shots are linked below for easy access!

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right where you left me

you left me no choice but to stay here forever…

right where you left me by taylor swift

one - meet me in the hallway…

meet me in the hallway by harry styles 

two - just let know, I’ll be at your door, hoping you’ll come around…

wanna be yours by arctic monkeys

r u mine? by arctic monkeys 

three - maybe we’ll work it out…

enchanted by taylor swift

heaven knows i’m miserable now by the smiths

four- and maybe we’ll work it out

angela by motley crue

illicit affairs; the regret, the guilt, the shame

‘cause once you go without it,

nothing else will do…

fade into you by mazzystar

illicit affairs by taylor swift

welcome and goodbye by dream, ivory

the aftermath (finale)… alternate ending will be posted sometime…

I gotta get better, gotta get better

I gotta get better, gotta get better

I gotta get better, gotta get better

right where you left me by taylor swift

two ghosts by harry styles

cardigan by taylor swift

#meet me in the hallway #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie x you #rockstar!eddie #singer!reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #playlist

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part three of mmith is now posted!

you can find here

part one of mmith

part two of mmith

right where you left me

as always, I hope you enjoy <3

sidenote: Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now by The Smiths heavily inspired chapter three:)

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♫ maybe we’ll work it out...

<3 Rockstar! Eddie x Fem! Reader

meet me in the hallway [one]

meet me in the hallway [two]

genre: fluff, angst

sidenote: all of these chapters CAN be read as standalones, but if you want to read it in series order, they do follow in chronological order for the events.

genre of mini series: fluff to angst

summary: Y/n and Eddie’s relationship is finally made official. Everything is great, everyone is fine. But Eddie notices there is something nagging Y/n. Something is occupying her mind. When the secret bubbles over, who is in the right to be angry? Decisions are hard, especially when it deals with your career. 

warnings of this chapter: fluff to angst to fluff, 6k words, I love you confessions, fast-paced relationship, Eddie kind of being a dick (no communication skills lol), Y/n kind of makes a rash decision, illusions to panic attacks, horrible communication skills (both parties), *un-edited/revised, will eventually revise any grammar/punctuation errors, but for the most part all fine! 

note: Hi again:)) So sorry for late update, but hey I actually posted this week (barely lmao). Three is the longest chapter I’ve ever written lol. But anyways this is one of the moments people have been wondering in my first one shot. What was Y/n’s dream in New York? Part four is in the making (not lying this time). Also, reader sings Enchanted by Taylor Swift at the studio. Again, thank you all for your lovely comments,  I appreciate all of you greatly <3 Hope you enjoy:) I love you, P<3

side note: heavily inspired by Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now by The Smiths:)

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Third Person POV

February 28th, 1983

As Eddie and Y/n’s relationship was made official, everything was going well between the two. It was the same as it always has been with them ever since they met, the casual flirting at any given moment stayed the same, and late-night conversations were the same, with just a bit more intimacy within each other's bedrooms. 

Although, for the past couple of weeks, Eddie could feel something was bothering Y/n. Like something was on her mind. Something nagging her brain. He would try to reach out and ask her what was going on, but she’d mostly just say there wasn’t anything wrong, just thinking about music and whatnot. Told him there wasn’t anything to worry about, and would reassure him with a smile and a kiss on his cheek that everything is fine. 

Eddie decided to just leave it as is. 

Everything’s fine, why should we worry? He thought. 

March 15th, 1983, 2:50 P.M.

Location: Indianapolis Records 

 For the past few weeks, Eddie’s been sneaking into the studio late at night with Y/n, showing her the equipment, getting her to sing with him in the studio booth. That’s one of Eddie’s favorite parts of his night. Sneaking into the studio just to sing with her. His girl is a star in the studio. He just needed the perfect time to show everyone else her talent. Now was the time. Today, Eddie finally formally introduced Y/n to his bandmates and his producers at Indianapolis Records. It went over really well. So well that Gareth took quite a liking to her. “She’s radiant,” Gareth thought. He was a bit jealous at the fact that Eddie had met her before he did, but it immediately went away as he saw how happy Y/n looked with Eddie. Same goes with Eddie. Eddie looked like a love-sicked puppy. He was utterly in love, and boy was he lucky to have snatched her up before anyone else could. 

May 4th, 1983, 4:50 P.M.

Location: Indianapolis Records 

Just a couple of hours ago, Corroded Coffin was rehearsing a song they had created a couple of months ago. They had titled it “Winds Cry.” It was good, but it was missing something. As they were trying to piece the song together, Eddie could hear Y/n humming to the rhythm and beat of the song. 

Now’s the time, Eddie thought. 

“Did I mention she’s a singer too?” Eddie announced proudly as his arm laid around her shoulders. Y/n smiled shyly as eyes were directed toward her. 

“Really?” Alan, their producer, and songwriter asked curiously. Ever since Alan met Y/n, he would always watch her with Eddie, and how she was able to inject her thoughts during the band’s meetings on making lyrics. He was intrigued, to say the least, with how professional she was with music, and the creativity she released during those meetings. Because of her, they were able to finish a part of Corroded Coffin’s new single they’ve been writing for a month now. 

“Yup. She’s a star,” Eddie says cheekily as he rolls his tongue in his mouth, contemplating. “She should sing a song right now actually,” Eddie states, as he grabs the acoustic guitar off its stand. 

Y/n’s eyes widen as she looks at Eddie. “ Oh- um, I just usually do it for fun, I've never done it professionally before and it’ll probably take away valuable time for you guys-”

“Nonsense, we finished a couple of minutes ago anyway. Let’s hear it,” Alan shrugs with a smile. Y/n looks at Eddie questionably, not knowing what to do. Eddie encourages her as he coaxes her a shrug towards the recording booth with a grin. They’ve done this numerous times before, this was just the first time Y/n would have a live audience that isn’t just Eddie. 

“I do have one original I guess,” she says as she grabs the acoustic guitar. She gives Eddie a nervous smile as she opens the recording booth door. 

“Atta girl,” Eddie smiles as he sees her sit on the stool in the booth. She makes sure the microphone is lined up in a position where she can project her voice.  She begins to strum the notes of the song that she showed Eddie on the day she saw his performance at The Bar on Main. The song was called Enchanted. This song is Eddie’s favorite that she had played him that night. She clears her throat as she begins to sing some of the lyrics.

“There I was again tonight

Forcing laughter, faking smiles

Same old tired, lonely place

Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes, and vacancy

Vanished when I saw your face

All I can say is, it was enchanting to meet you…”

***

As Y/n progressed her song, Alan made a face of triumph as his suspicions were correct. This is definitely the girl Ricky was talking about, he thought. 

A couple of months ago, Alan met up with his friend Ricky in New York. Ricky is the A&R at NY Records and had told Alan that he recently hired an intern for NY Records, saying that she was from Indiana. Ricky also briefly mentioned that the girl had a lot of potentials. Said she was born a star. Now as Alan watched Y/n sing, her vocals and intoxicating live performance confirmed all of Ricky’s words. 

*

“This is me praying that

This was the very first page

Not where the storyline ends

My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again

These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon

I was enchanted to meet you…”

Eddie watched in awe as Y/n sang beautifully. He could never get enough of her. Not in months. Not in years. Not even decades. He could watch her sing for hours on end. 

My girl is truly the star of the show, Eddie thought. 

***

“Please don’t be in love with someone else,

Please don’t have somebody waiting on you.” 

Y/n finishes the song as she opens her eyes for the first time and looks at the small crowd around her.  A look of bashfulness crosses her face as she takes in the large round of applause from the small crowd as she gets off the stool. 

She gives a smile at Eddie, who looked starstruck. Everyone in the room looked in awe at her angelic performance. If jealousy wasn’t prominent among Eddie’s bandmates towards him, it sure was now. 

Eddie sure is a lucky one, they’d all think as Y/n smiles at them one by one. 

Her eyes move towards Alan, who gives a large grin in her direction. He walks towards the booth door and opens it, motioning for the rest of the bandmates to leave, besides Eddie. 

“I knew Ricky chose a good one,” he says triumphantly as he looks at her. Y/n’s expression falters into shock as she sees Eddie behind Alan. 

“Oh, um- it’s not finalized yet! I’m not signed to anything,” Y/n laughs slightly, trying to cover her shock and the bit of nervousness. She didn’t mean to tell Eddie this way. Eddie’s expression contorts into confusion as he looks at Y/n and then back at Alan.

“Ricky?” Eddie asks confused. 

“Oh! The A&R at NY Records! He told me he had hired a new intern a couple of months ago, said she was from Indiana! Gonna be in NYC in September,” he winked at her, pointing his finger. “He said she was magnetic with the guitar, now I know for a fact it’s true. I mean damn! You hear those vocals too Munson? I sure as hell would be livid if someone else snatched up your pretty lady. You are one lucky fella Munson,” Alan adds jokingly. “If New York City is overrated for ya, you’re always welcome here to sing pretty lady,” he chortles, as he pats Eddie’s shoulder. He gives a smile and a wave goodbye as he exits the booth, leaving just the two of them in the booth. An uncomfortable silence filled the room before Eddie speaks up.

“September?” Eddie asks confused. He wasn’t confused with her internship, it wasn’t without a doubt that she would’ve scored a record label, but what did confuse him was the fact she knew longer than a month and didn’t feel the need to tell him. Or the fact the record label was 700 miles away. 730.6 miles to be exact. So that’s what’s been on her mind, Eddie thought. 

He felt hurt that she had kept this secret for so long and didn’t tell him. 

Guilt swarms through her eyes as she lets out a sigh. “I’m sorry.”

“That’s the first thing you say, seriously?” he asks with a frown. He wasn’t necessarily angry with her, just… upset. Upset with the fact that she had kept this for so long, but also upset that she couldn’t have confided with him about it. 

“I was planning on telling you, I just- I didn’t know how!” she takes a deep breath as she looks at Eddie. “And frankly I don’t even know if I’m actually going through with it! I was contemplating it for a couple of months now and then- and then-” she stops her sentence for a moment. 

Eddie tries to process everything going through his mind. And then what?

She looks at Eddie and tries to maintain eye contact and says, “ then- you came into my life. You asked me to be yours. Your girlfriend. And everything just got more complicated.” Oh, Eddie thought. I made her stay. She looks away again as Eddie looks at her with curiousness swarming through his brown eyes. “I wasn’t meant to stay in Indianapolis for this long, I was supposed to only stay for five months and save money, then find another place in New York. I was supposed to leave in February,” she finishes. The month Eddie asked her to be his, was the month she was planning on leaving.

“But you stayed,” Eddie whispered. She isn’t leaving, he thought. Right?

She nods her head slowly as she looks down. “I postponed the trip for now.” 

“When are you planning on going?” he mumbly asked. He prayed to God in his mind it wasn’t soon. 

She swallows the lump down her throat and tries to maintain a steady voice.  “Expected for in September.” Huh. Funny how life does that to you doesn’t it?

He knew he shouldn’t have become angry, but he felt betrayed. The girl he fell hard for was planning on moving all along and didn’t think to give him a heads up? Not only that but knew ever since they met. 

Eddie lets out a scoff as he looks at her. “So what, you were just going to pretend like everything is fine and then all of a sudden leave?” he furrows his eyebrows. “Is that what I’m getting? You were going to leave just as fast as you came into my life? Act as if nothing changes?” he spat. 

Y/n’s expression contorts into confusion as she looks at Eddie’s angry expression. “What? It’s not even official yet, and besides, even if it was it’s not like I wouldn’t call you every day, I mean I can fly back every other week! Probably every month, it’s not like it’s permanent, it’s an internship! Not a job!” she replies with furrowed brows. 

Eddie began to be more furious with each word she said. It’s not like I wouldn’t call you every day. Is that all she thinks is enough? Words through a phone cannot express the same memories made in the present. 

The argument continued to rise, and the tension in the air suffocated the small room. 

“That! That’s the thing! You don’t think it’s permanent but what if it is huh? We’re just going to spend our whole relationship together 700 miles apart? You think phone calls are enough to account for the other times we’ve spent together?” he asks hotly. 

Now it was Y/n’s turn to be angry. She glares in his direction as she crosses her arms. “Why are you acting like this all about you? I’ve been wanting to experience this my whole life and you think this is all about you? This isn’t just about you Eddie, it’s also my career,” she spits as they both glare at each other. 

“What, your dream job is to sell out cheap shows at a bar? You can have the same thing here, I don’t understand why you’re moving across the country just to end up in a bar that’s just as big as the one here, it’s stupid and reckless,” he snapped. His expression immediately changes into regret as Y/n’s expression contorts into hurt as she takes in his words.

“You don’t think-” she pauses, blinking down tears rising in her eyes. “you don’t think I’m good enough to be someone there? Is that what you’re implying?” she asks hurt. Eddie’s expression softens as he takes in the blur in her eyes. 

“That’s not what I meant-” 

“Then what did you mean by ‘selling out cheap shows at a bar’? What did you mean by how my dream is ‘stupid’ huh?” she asks with a sniffle. He bits his lip as he looks away.

“I just think that- you’re chasing a dream that could easily be done here. I mean, you heard Alan, there are plenty of internships here, why move when it’s the same? New York isn’t necessarily made for everyone,” Eddie shrugs timidly. 

Y/n’s cheek pokes out as she nods her head, an angry expression plastered on her face as she looks up at Eddie. “And by everyone, you mean me right? I’m not good enough for New York right?” she asks with a sour expression, not hiding the obvious tear stains on her cheeks. 

Eddie remained silent. That’s not true, say it isn’t true! His mind was screaming at him, say the right thing! and yet, he remained quiet. 

I’m sorry. Yet no words come out.

I’m sorry. The lips remained sealed.

I’m sorry.  The silence suffocated the room as the lump formed bigger within his mouth. 

She walks towards Eddie before she stops directly in front of him. “I won’t settle for less than this.”

She takes one last deep breath as she pushes the last words out. “If I decide to leave in September and you want to spend our time together ignoring each other, then so be it. But if I’m gone and I haven’t seen you at all, consider yourself the biggest dickhead on earth Eddie Munson,” she slams the booth door behind her as she walks out towards the elevator. 

Eddie pinches his eyebrows with his fingers as he groans. Frustrated, he pushes the microphone onto the ground harshly, colliding with the wooden floor. He curses loudly at no one in particular as he looks around the empty room. 

Consider yourself the biggest dickhead on earth Eddie Munson.  

Eddie’s POV

May 14th, 1983, 8:50 P.M. 

Location: Apartment Complex 

It’s been a couple of days since I and her last talked. The silence was fucking killing me. Knowing she is only a couple of steps from my door is eating me alive. Is she already packing? I bite my nails in worry. What if she already left? More biting. What if our fight was just the push for her to leave sooner? I hiss as I bite too close to the skin on my finger, small blood forming in the area. I sigh as I wipe at the bead of sweat lapping on my forehead. 

I know relationships have it’s up and downs, I just never expected it until now. Sure, in the past I had “flings”, but they could never compare to her. Are we still even together? Was this just a fight to end all fights?

I hate seeing her cry. 

Even worse when I’m the cause. 

I hate that I can’t talk to her at this very minute. But then again, the last time we talked, I practically spat at her face calling her dream stupid. 

Wow Munson it hasn’t even been a year and you already said the wrong things at the wrong times? 

I’m a fucking idiot. I knew I was in the wrong for the things I said. But can’t I just feel a little upset? I knew how I felt was selfish. I want her to pursue what makes her happy, but I also want her to be there for me too. I feel the guilt creep inside as I think about how she always showed support for my decisions, yet I couldn’t do the same for her. 

I’m a selfish man who wants everything. 

And I do have it.

She’s a selfless girl who wants everything. 

And she deserves to have it. Yet does she have it?

She was right. 

Everything is so complicated. 

***

May 14th, 1983, 10:50 P.M.

I look at the clock on the wall and sigh. I’m wasting time. I needed to make things right.

 I contemplated how to talk to her again. I’ve been laying on the floor and looking at the ceiling for a couple of hours now, thinking. 

Say you’re sorry, it’s that easy Munson. But what if it isn’t enough? She practically thinks I don’t think she’s good enough and all I have to say is sorry. Which I don’t by the way. I think she is more than enough, I am just a selfish son of a bitch that can’t relish the idea of her being hundreds of miles away. 

Ever since our fight, this has been a daily routine now. I get up from off the carpet and begin to walk towards my front door, walking towards hers, but then back down and walk right back to my door, closing it slowly not to make any disturbances. I’m a coward. 

What the hell am I supposed to say to her? Hey, I’m a greedy man and I say the wrong things when I really should be saying how proud I am of you and that I really am fucking sorry. I also really fucking love you and I guess I’m scared that our time apart will cause you to fall out of love also? Want to go to Denny’s to make it up? 

God, that sounds pathetic. 

That’s not even what I want to fucking say!

I need to do something. I needed to act.

I needed to stop wasting our time.

I needed to make up my fucking mind. 

Six Days Later, 10:55 P.M.

As I make another closer step towards her door, my palms sweat in anticipation. Ever since our argument, I’ve been an even more nervous wreck without her. From not being able to create lyrics for our new song to spacing out during meetings, to having my mind flooded with only her. It’s safe to say these past weeks have not been great. Like at all. 

As I’m directly in front of her door I hesitate.

I check my watch and reads 10:59 P.M. As I look at the time and then back at her door, I make the decision to walk backward from her door, towards the exit, running to my car.

 As I get into the car, I check my watch again. 11:03 P.M. I have to make it fast. 

I pull out of the parking lot as quickly as I can, driving towards a 24-hour open shop. 

***

11:50 P.M. 

As I make it back to the apartment, I walk hurriedly towards her door. 

One hand is filled with a whole bouquet of hydrangeas (her favorite). 

The other hand is forming crescents in my palms to calm the nerves. 

I knock on her door for the first time in weeks and take a deep breath. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

My breath labors as I see the door begin to open. 

She opens the door and her eyes immediately catch mine. Her figure is wrapped in a blanket as one hand holds it closed, while the other is holding the door open. Her face is plastered with a blank expression, almost annoyed, as she looks at me. As I get a closer look at her face, I see her eyes are puffy and red. Her eyes also have a dark undertone, probably from tiredness and also from crying. I want to reach my hand and brush away the hairs that had fallen in front of her face, but I know I can’t. I want to do many things at this moment. Like hugging her tight. Kissing her apologies. Burying my head into her shoulder. But I know I can’t. Not yet. 

Nervousness seeps through my pores at every ticking second I stay plastered in front of her. 

I see her purse her lips before she speaks. “Yes?” she asks me bored. I hold out the bouquet towards her as I continue to look at her, trying to mask my face with a small smile. Her expression softens slightly as she looks at them. “Eddie-”

“I’m sorry,” I blurt out loudly, the mask crumbling, now revealing a man that is falling. Her eyes are wide as she looks at me again, waiting for me to continue. “I’m so sorry for what I said to you on that day at the studio,” I say. I grimace as I remember what I had said to her. “I’m so sorry for making you feel like you weren’t good enough. God, I don’t think you’re not good enough for New York Y/n, I think that you are one of the most talented people I’ve ever met, and it isn’t a shocker to me that you had gotten an internship at their record label in the first place I-” I swallow the lump in my throat as I continue. “-I think that you deserve it and I think that you deserve to pursue a dream that you have had ever since you were little. I am an asshole. God, a selfish asshole who couldn’t get their head out of their ass and realize that it isn’t all about me and what I want. It’s about you and what you want. And if what you want is hundreds of miles away then so be it, because I promise you I will be there for you. Through the telephone, on a fucking airplane, anything, if it means that you are still with me. I shouldn’t have been angry that day. Jesus, I shouldn’t have even had an opinion on the matter. But I was. And I’m sorry.” As I continue to look at her, I bite down a few tears as I finish my last words.“ I was angry because I was scared that you would leave me. I hated the thought of you ever leaving me and not being there because in these months you have made me feel like a fucking addict Y/n. I can’t get enough of you. Your voice, your laugh, your smile, everything about you consumes me and I was scared that I was going to lose the one thing in my life that I hadn’t fucked up yet. And I know it’s probably too soon but I want you to know that I love you Y/n L/n and I’ve been feeling fucking miserable for these past weeks and you do not have to say anything and frankly you should really shove the door in front of my face to get me to shut up or maybe even slap some sense into me before I say too much again because then I might say more things that I will regret and I–”

I’m cut off once again, finally, with her lips shutting me up—this time, hard. I revel in this feeling. Our teeth clash as our hunger for need builds inside and suddenly she’s pulling me into her apartment. 

We kiss like a mad man and woman. 

It’s rough. 

It’s electric. 

It’s infuriating. 

It’s forgiving. 

She pushes me against the door and finally parts our lips from one another. 

I finally give in to my desires and move the hair from her face and tuck it behind her ears. I also pull her tight against my chest as I let out a loud sigh. She melts into my arms as she raises her head to look at me. 

Out of breath, she says, “You are one infuriating man Eddie Munson.” 

“I know,” I give her a small smile as I rub her cheeks affectionately. “I’m an infuriating man that is very sorry and promises to never make you feel horrible ever again,” I kiss her lips before pulling away, keeping my palms resting on her cheeks as she melts into my palms, closing her eyes. 

“I shouldn’t have kept this from you, I’m sorry as well,” she mumbles, wrapping her hand around mine. 

“Does this mean we're both forgiven?” I ask teasingly, though there is a large worry blurred within it. I’m praying to God I am. Cause God knows I could never stay mad at her. She gives me a small smile, before her eyebrows crease, trying to hold back tears, which has me worried. 

She tells me, “You were right. About New York and Indianapolis. How they’re similar,” she looks away from me, trying to gather her thoughts. Okay, not exactly the response I was expecting. 

“What? No, no I wasn’t, your dream isn’t stupid-”

“I know it isn’t. But New York is just a place and a dream exists anywhere,” she says, emphasizing anywhere. What?

“Y/n… what are you saying? You’re going to New York. I mean that’s where the internship is! I want you to be happy, isn’t New York where you want to be?” I asked worriedly. What the hell is she trying to say? 

Please don’t tell me she’s going to say what I think she’s saying.

No.

Surely she didn’t change her mind? 

“Eddie… I already changed my internship to Indianapolis Records.”

Shit. 

Reader’s POV

Six days earlier, 1983, 10:45 A.M.

Location: Apartment Complex

It’s been ten days since I last spoke with Eddie. I didn’t know what to do. Knowing he was just a couple of steps away from my door infuriated me. 

He infuriates me too. But then again, at least the feelings are reciprocated. I’m also mad because I miss him. I’ve been miserable the past couple of days without seeing him. He isn’t here to wake me up by kissing my shoulder. He isn’t even in the same bed as me. God, I miss the scent of him on my sheets. I’m debating if I should wash them, it is pre-summer cleaning after all. 

I don’t. 

I leave them as they are. 

As I walk back and forth in my living room, I contemplate. 

I hate fighting with him. I hate the fact that in a way, it’s my fault. I know I should’ve told him sooner about the internship. I knew this would’ve blown up in my face. 

I also hate the fact that maybe he was right all along. Was thinking of going to New York stupid? Was it a reckless fantasy I made up in my head all along? The romanticized version is never always the reality. 

I bite my nails as I look outside of my window, large buildings gracing my view. 

I think back to all the magazines in the drawer in my old bedroom in Hawkins, with all the covers being of the skyscrapers of New York City. The buildings looked similar to the ones in Indianapolis. Just more… bigger. 

I then think back to the other magazine covers that graced my drawer. With couples plastered on the front, walking hand in hand, laughing with one another. Looking at one another like they're in love. I swallow the lump in my throat as I think about how I have it here. With Eddie. 

I look at the folder I created for the internship, skimming through the pages as I think. As I continue to read through the notes I made about the record label, and other notes about the internship in general, Alan’s voice rings in my ears.

You’re always welcome here if New York’s overrated. 

I put down the folder as I walked toward the phone.

Indianapolis has all the things New York has. 

Maybe they are the same thing. 

One ring.

I didn’t just do this for Eddie. I did it for me. 

As the months progressed from getting to know Eddie, to going on dates with him, to finally being together officially, I knew I couldn’t stand only having that in borrowed time. I also knew that if I did go, the possibility of what even shaped our relationship in the first place, may not be how it used to be.

Telephone calls cannot account for memories made together. 

Two rings.

I also knew that I began to familiarize myself with this stupid city, whether that was my intention in the first place or not. 

I also made new friends in this city. Friends at my job in the bookstore on the corner of my apartment, and also my friends at the studio, such as Eddie’s bandmates. Hell, Alan is also quite the personality. 

Sure, New York opens the door for possibilities, but why give up the possibilities I already have here?

Three rings.

The studio here has also something I’ve come to enjoy. Thanks to Eddie’s help I guess. 

I enjoy the times Eddie would sneak me into the studio late at night so that the two of us could listen to each other’s vocals, not having the worry of others listening. Just the two of us. 

New York doesn’t have late-night sneak-ins. 

Helping him create lyrics for his song is also something I relish. Piecing together “Wind’s Cry” has been a challenge for both of us late at night, but at least he is there. I wonder if he finished the song now. 

Four rings. 

Denny’s also became a favorite of mine. Not just any old Denny’s, but the one that has meaning. Even if it’s not a typically clean diner. 

Eddie was right, they do have good shakes. 

Will New York have the old lady cashier that smiles at me every time I walk through the door? 

Didn’t think so.

 Will New York have Angelina’s? The place that brought me one of my favorite memories I’ve ever experienced? 

Didn’t think so. 

Five rings and Ricky answers the phone. 

“NY Records how can I help ya?’

“Hey Ricky, this is Y/n,” I say in a polite voice. I could hear his laugh of recognition as he pieced together who was on the other side of the line. 

“Yo, how ya doing kid? You excited for Apple City?” he asks with a grin. Though I can’t see it, I can hear it through his voice. 

“I was actually calling you to talk about my internship,” I swallow the lump in my throat as he lets out a sound of agreement. “I think that maybe- um- I think that I would like to just stay in Indianapolis after all.” I let out a breath as the line remains quiet. “You see, I thought that maybe New York City would be the place where I could finally be happy, but-” I pause for a second. “-but for the past couple of months, I’ve been doubting that and-” I take a deep breath as I try to find the words how to describe how I feel. 

How do I feel?

“Take your time kid, I’m listening,” Ricky tells me softly, trying to comfort my uneasy breaths. 

“And- I feel happy just where I am. And I think that maybe New York City isn’t the only city where I can find that dream I’ve wanted ever since I was little,” I admit finally. The line remains quiet for a second before Ricky speaks up again. 

“Are you sure kiddo? Do you want to stay in Indiana?” he questions, no judgment in his voice. 

You won’t regret this. You are happy just where you are. I feel a stray tear fall down my cheek as I lock in my decision. “Yes,” I concluded. 

“Then I’ll transfer your internship to Indianapolis Records,” he announced happily. “Although I’m sad I won’t see you this fall, I’m sure I’ll see you again someday. I hope you have a great life kid. I’m glad that you are happy there Y/n. You have a gift. And I know you’ll be a star one day,” he admits proudly. 

“Thank you, I hope you have a great life as well,” I tell him. As we part ways, I hang the phone back on its holder. 

I stayed here because I am happy. 

In this city. 

With him. 

I choke back a few tears as I take a deep breath. 

With the buildings. 

With my friends. 

Here. 

I made my decision. 

I slide down the wall and hug my knees to my chest, sobbing.

I won’t regret this. 

I am happy. 

Eddie’s POV

(Present) May 21st, 1983, 12:15 P.M.

Location: Y/n’s apartment

“Why would you do that?” I ask her with tears in my eyes.  

She’s staying. Staying here. Staying here with me.

I should feel happy. Feel happy that she’s staying but I can’t. 

I only feel guilt gnaw at my insides as I try to stomach what she just told me. 

I’m the reason she isn’t going.

She made a decision that could impact her whole career. I am to blame for that. 

I feel my breathing intensify as I process everything. 

She isn’t going.

You are the reason she isn’t pursuing her dreams. 

What if she made a mistake? 

What if she hates me for it?

Does she resent me for this?

I didn’t even know more tears were falling from my eyes before I felt her fingertips wipe them away. She looks at me with a small smile, tears also prominent in her eyes. 

“Eddie,” she begins. “I stayed here because I’m happy here. If I had gotten on that plane in September, I don’t think I would’ve been satisfied.” 

“But what if you’re not satisfied here?” I mumble as my lips quiver. I don’t want her to resent me. 

“I am satisfied Eddie,” she reassures, as she kisses my cheek. I melt into her arms as they wrap around my waist. I hug her tight as I bury my head into her shoulders. 

She doesn’t regret this. 

She is happy. 

“I won’t make you regret this, I promise, okay? I promise you, you fucking star. The brightest star anyone’s ever seen, okay?” I sniffle. I hear her let out a small laugh as I feel her nod her head. 

“Okay,” she whispers into my ear as she hugs me back tightly. 

I won’t make you regret this Y/n. 

She begins to talk again, pulling me out of my thoughts. “For the record, I love you too asshole, and yes, yes I did kiss you only for the reason of shutting you up.”

I let out a loud laugh, which I haven’t had ever since our fight. It feels good to have her again. 

I pull away from her for a second, a serious expression now plastered on my face. “I did mean it when I said it. I love you Y/n, and even if you did go to New York, I wouldn’t care less if you were thousands of miles away or hundreds or if were just in front of me. I love you every way and every where you are.” She gives me a genuine smile as I push my nose against hers. I clear my throat before mirroring her expression. “You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love– I love– I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on,” I say with my best attempt at a British accent as I caress her face. She giggles as I start to kiss her affectionately, keeping her close to my chest.

I promise. 

***

authors note: 

How to win a girl’s heart 101 by Eddie Munson:

Rule one: Always remember her favorite books.

Rule two: Use said book to your advantage.

actual A/N: I know there are going to be some that aren’t going to be happy about her going to New York, but it contributes to the plot [hint hint: Right Where You Left Me ;)] But let me know your thoughts about this chapter, thank you for reading:) Ily, P<3

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie x you #eddie x fem!reader #rockstar!eddie #singer!reader

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A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for not updating MMITH this week, I’ll try to double update next week and have the story finished! Here’s a chaotic headcanon of Eddie Munson at a waterpark & theme park because I just got back from my trip at one lmao. This is very cheesy, but anyways here’s an okay filler filled with fluff for not posting part three of MMITH. <3

Genre: fluff 

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader (no pronouns specified about reader!!!!!)

Warnings: Innuendos to sex, Eddie acting like a child, fluff.

Large Waterpark

References to waterparks: All the resorts at Wisconsin Dells lmao 

I feel like he would be an okay swimmer (not horrible but not the best)

He loves waterslides!!!!! I think he would force you to go on one of those funnel slides that looks like a tornado. Or the ones that go down a steep drop fast. He loves the thrill of it.

He loves seeing you in a swimsuit, I don’t make the rules. You can be in the ugliest swimsuit you’ve ever worn and he’d still find a way to get a boner.

 He would whine in the waiting lines of waterslides if they take too long.

“Can’t this line move any faster?”

 “It’s already been 30 minutes!” (it’s actually only been 10)

He would make sexual/inappropriate innuendos in your ear while waiting in the waiting lines just to pass time.

He kind of acts like a child while he’s at the waterpark. 

He would be stubborn to put on sunscreen, then whine if he gets a sunburn.

 He would get annoyed at his tangled hair being brushed through a comb after swimming. He would probably try running away from you if you insist on brushing out the tangles. 

“Ouch! Hey, you’re pulling too hard babe!” 

“Get that thing away from my hair!” 

He would grab your arm or hand and pull you towards the ride he wants to go on. 

He won’t go on a ride unless you’re riding it also. 

He’d sulk (probably pout also) if you won against him on a racing waterslide. 

He’s like a giddy child getting candy looking at waterparks. He wants to do everything. Even the kiddie slides. He’s a child. He’d frown (not seriously but yeah) if he can’t be allowed to go on a slide because it’s only for children. 

I feel like he kind of gets nervous with closed waterslides. Especially if they’re pitch black on the inside. I kind of see him have a bit of claustrophobia, but not too extreme. But then the slide will go fast and he realizes he wants to do them again. 

He’s a slide repeater. He will go on waterslides multiple times in a row if he enjoyed it (probably mostly the high drop slides that have you standing on a platform that opens on the bottom). 

If you two are at a resort waterpark, he definitely would not want to go back to the hotel until the park closes. He definitely would accidentally stay in the water too long and start pruning. (He might go back to the hotel early though if you tease him about hotel sex, this man goes feral over you in swimsuits).

He would be “scared” that you’ll get lost in the swarm of people at the waterpark so he insists on always holding your arm or hand at all times to make sure you’re right by his side (it’s just an excuse for him to hold your hand or arm).

 If you don’t know how to swim, he’d tease you about it. 

“Awe darling do you need one of those?” he’d say with a smirk to get you riled up. (He’d make that comment as he points at a life jacket made for toddlers)

“You’d be helpless without me here wouldn’t ya?”

 “Woah! Don’t go too far out, you know you can’t swim,” he’d say smugly with a smile. 

He would laugh at your annoyance from him teasing you all the time about not knowing how to swim.

 He’s also an overthinker about you drowning at a waterpark so he has to always be less than a foot by you (no personal space for you I guess). 

If he doesn’t know how to swim, he’d be scared about deep water. And also how the waterslide ends. That doesn’t necessarily mean he doesn’t like waterparks because he does, he just gets nervous with the water height. 

“Hey don’t make fun of me! I was too poor for swimming lessons,” he would whine staring a glare towards your laughing.

 “This isn’t funny, you could drown and I wouldn’t be able to help you!”

 “Wait so the slide doesn’t plunge into deep water right?” he would ask worriedly at the lifeguard standing by the waterslide for the third time. 

“Wait! Where are you going? Nope! Absolutely not! You are not going that far into the pool!”

He would be clinging to you as you both go to each waterslide or attraction. 

He doesn’t seem like the type of person to sunbathe (pale ass bitch). 

He would splash your face with the pool water and start a water fight.

He would complain about how the pool water tasted. 

He would probably exaggerate his screams on waterslides, probably yelling at the top of his lungs, even if the slide isn’t that thrilling. 

Theme Park 

References to theme parks: Six Flags, Mt. Olympus at Wisconsin Dells

He either loves heights or is reluctant about them. 

I think he would really enjoy roller coasters. Especially ones with steep drops. 

He would swear like a sailor on the rides. 

He’s very competitive at Go-Karts, and he’d be pouting if you won against him. 

He would try to bump your car the most while on bumper cars. 

He wants to do everything at the park, even if the ride is boring. 

He would also whine if the lines are long. He would huff annoyed as he looks at the posted “wait time” and cross his arms while waiting for the line to move, a small frown etched on his face. 

“Are we at the front yet?” (he asks multiple times)

He would try to find a game to play while waiting for their turn on the ride. Probably iSpy (?).

Or he would just ramble to you about past memories that he remembers. You two probably would make a long conversation that he wouldn’t notice that it’s almost his turn on the ride.

I think he would scream loudly on roller coasters. Even if they aren’t that thrilling to him, he’ll probably scream the loudest. 

Would buy a lot of food at the theme park just to see what they are. I headcanon him as someone who eats anything and everything and likes almost any food.

If the theme park has mini stands with games, he would try to get you the prizes at the stand. He would have a large grin plastered on his face as he reaches out the prize he won for you at the game stand. 

He would insist on having his arm around your shoulder as you both walk around the park.

I feel like he would complain about walking a lot. 

Any more Headcanon's?????

A/N: I know this was kind of boring, but I still wanted to post something so you guys at least had something lol. But anyways yeah these are kind of my chaotic headcanons of the dear Eddie Munson at water & theme parks. I’ll be writing the next part of MMITH. Okay that’s all, ily. P<3. 

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson fluff #eddie my beloved

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Hey guys!

I’m so sorry, this isn’t an update to MMITH. I just got back from my trip I had five days ago so I couldn’t write during that time. I will post a headcanon post about Eddie at a Water Park & Theme Park (I was just at one lol and it’s still kind of fresh in my memory) to make up for not posting. I will try to finish the short story though by next week (or the week after that)! Again, I’m so sorry for not updating, I promise I’ll get out the next parts as soon as possible, I won’t leave you on a cliffhanger! 

Please drink water and take care of yourself <3

Ily, P<3

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part two of meet me in the hallway is now posted!

you can find here <3

part one of mmith

right where you left me

hope you enjoy! let me know your thoughts if you want in the comment section:)

sidenote: R U Mine? & I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys inspired this chapter :)

#eddie munson #eddie x you #eddie x reader #rockstar!eddie #singer!reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff

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Mᴇᴇᴛ Mᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ Hᴀʟʟᴡᴀʏ

♫ I’ll be at the door,

   hoping you’ll come around

<3 Rockstar! Eddie x Fem! Reader

part two of: meet me in the hallway [one]

genre: fluff

sidenote: all of these chapters CAN be read as standalones, but if you want to read it in series order, they do follow in chronological order for the events.

genre of mini series: fluff to angst

summary: Angelina’s was just a new restaurant in Downtown Indianapolis. But the receptionist is a dick and doesn’t believe you and Eddie could afford such a place. You and Eddie have to prove him wrong. Eddie needs a chance to ask you to be his. Angelina’s is a perfect excuse. 

warnings of this chapter: nothing really, 2,993 words, tooth achingly sugary coated fluff, alcohol usage, asshole receptionist’s, Eddie being absolutely down on his knees (man is in LOVE), horny thoughts?, absolute smitten Eddie Munson, he falls first and harder, allusions of sexual content (at the end), first real date, small miscommunications (very little), rambling love confession, two idiots very much in love, *un-edited/revised, will eventually revise any grammar/punctuation errors, but for the most part all fine!

note: Hi again:))) Here is part two!! This was fun to write haha. This is practically the last fluff scene. Back to angst. You’re welcome <3. Like always, please share your thoughts & feedback in the comments if you want, I really appreciate your  guys comments & how you’ve been liking my writing so far :’) Thank you all for all your kind words, they make my day. This chapter is kind of inspired by “R U Mine?” by Arctic Monkeys. Now on with the show x. 

disclaimer: these are past memories, that is why there are time skips. Not much in this chapter, but in the other chapters going forth. 

tags:  @bambi-laufeyson @falllen-stark @zaggprincess @fangirling-4-ever@imasimptoowth @spicypiscesbabe @fujiihime @sashaphantomhive @luvmybbies @nevillescomslut @anxietybbie-blog @chaos-incorp @violet-19999

Eddie’s POV

December 28th, 1982, 6:50 P.M.

Location: Main Street Sidewalk

“Since when was this here?” Y/n asked. 

We stop at a red door just outside of Main Street. As we looked up, white letters engulfed our vision. The sign read Angelina’s in fancy cursive writing. As I looked inside the window, I could make out people inside, fancy people, sipping red wine, underneath a candlelit dinner. 

Spew of the moment, I pull her hand towards the door, she looks at me in confusion as I drag her towards the door, “Hey! What the hell are you doing?” She asks confused. I look over my shoulder and give her a smirk as I open the door. As we step inside, we’re greeted by an old man in a tuxedo. As he catches us in his view, his demeanor changes into disgust. 

He looks up and down at me in distaste as he drags his eyes toward Y/n, disgust still prominent on his greasy face. Asshole. 

He gives a tight-lipped smile, trying to conceal his distaste, “I’m sorry, you must be lost, this isn’t a shelter.” 

“Actually, we’re here to eat, you know, at a restaurant?” I say with a glare, mirroring his expression. 

He gives a sour smile. “Well then Denny’s is around the corner, I’m sure your kind will blend in just fine.” Son of a bitch- 

Before I can respond, she beats me to it. “We’d like to eat here sir,” Y/n speaks with a quip smile. The man glares at her as she keeps her mock smile. Her expression turns into a glare as they glare at one another. Suddenly, the man’s expression turns into an expression of triumph.

He grabs a metal plate, displayed on the reservation table. He flips the plate towards us, formal attire required to dine. He gives a fake pleased smile as he stares at us.

“You’re joking,” I deadpan. Who the hell requires formal attire to fucking eat? What bullshit!

“I’m afraid not, now get out before I call the cops,” he states with a curl on his lips. 

Y/n gives a huff as she glares at the man. “We will be back, I can assure you,” she challenges. “We will be back, in formal attire.” 

“I’m sure you two will,”  he scoffs as he points us towards the door. “ If you can even afford such attire,” he adds as he glances in disgust. I roll my eyes as I grab her towards the door before she utters another word. 

As we exit, she groans in annoyance. “What a dick!” she tells me as she glares at the red door. “Our kind, oh please!” she exclaims. “That’s rich coming from that bald bastard,” she mutters in irritation. 

I snort a little at her little tantrum. “We have to prove him wrong,” I suggest, probably adding more fuel to the fire, as she continues to burn holes in the door with her glare. 

“Oh that smug son of a bitch will be seething when he sees us there again, but this time we will eat! I don’t even like rich people's food!” she exclaims. She thinks for a minute and turns to me. “We have to prove him wrong. I mean it's inevitable at this point! I can already see it! He’ll be like-” 

I watch her as she continues her rant about how priceless the greasy man will look as we walk hand in hand into that place in formal attire. 

Does this mean we’re planning a date? A real date? I smile at the thought of more dates with her. 

Can I even picture myself in a tie?

February 18th, 1983, 7:50 P.M.

Location: Apartment Complex

Holy fuck we’re doing it. A rant out of pure spite actually turned into reality. Valentine’s Day was four days ago. I was going to ask her that day, but what if she thinks it’s too cliché? I settled for four days later. She said yes, obviously. No matter how many times we’ve hung out, she always surprises me with her little “Yes!” 

Now here I am, in the middle of my bedroom putting on a fucking suit and tie. I bought a fucking suit. Well, more so stole it from Jeff, but it’s the same thing. I’m wearing dress shoes. Dress shoes! God the things I will do for this woman. 

As I fidget with the tie in the mirror, my palms sweat in anticipation. I wonder what she’s wearing. She wouldn’t tell me what she was wearing. What if we don’t match? It’s a black suit why wouldn’t it match?! As I gulp down a glass of water on the dresser, I shake off the nerves and grab the flowers off the table. I look at my watch and read 8:05 P.M. 

I’m supposed to meet her at 8:15. Ten minutes to contemplate. I make slow steps in the hallway, each step closer to her door. I grip the flowers harder with each step. It’s a mixture of flowers the lady at the shop suggested that makes any woman melt. Some lilies, dahlias, and other flowers I don’t know the name of. Hydra-something? Doesn’t matter, they look pretty. What if she doesn’t like them? I grimace as I make another step towards her door. You’re not even dating her why are you so nervous Munson? Get a grip!  I gulp as I look at my watch once again. 8:12 P.M. 

I’m directly in front of her door now. I gulp as I bring the courage to knock on her door. I wait for what feels like forever before the door slowly swings open, revealing herself.

 As her eye catches my figure in her doorframe, she grins up at me. I clear my throat as I muster a large grin, holding out the bouquet. I fight the urge to let my jaw drop. 

There she is. Y/n. In a skin-tight dress. In red. My favorite color. She’s wearing black kitten heel pumps. They match the dress perfectly. Jesus H. Christ. 

“Well don’t you look dashing?” she teases. I feel my throat closing up at her teasing manner. Jesus that dress. 

“Why thank you, my lady,” I bow, a grin etched on my face. I feel the heat rise to my cheeks as I scroll my eyes up her figure. Maybe we can ditch the dinner? There are so many other things I would like to do to y-

“Are those for me?” she asks, breaking me out of my trance. 

“Always for you,” I smile as I give her the flowers. She takes the bouquet and brings them up to her nose, a small smile making its way to her pretty face. 

She looks back at me and gives me a contagious grin. She leans forward and whispers, “Hydrangeas are my favorite,” in my ear. She plants a kiss on my cheek before she pulls away, walking towards her sink. She reaches into the cupboard for an empty vase and puts the bouquet on display on her countertop. As she looks back at me, I give her a bashful grin, trying to conceal the obvious pink tint growing on my face (and the obvious rise within my dress pants). 

“I’ll keep that in mind for the future,” I tell her. I lend her my clothed arm with a smile. “Well, shall we?” 

“Let me grab my coat,” she holds up a finger signaling me to wait there in her doorway. As she comes back in a beige dress coat, she fixes me a grin as she wraps her arm around mine. As we walk I’m absolutely dazed. I cannot stop myself from staring at her. She is magnetic. She is angelic. She is perfect. 

I’m a goner.

February 18th, 9:15 P.M.

Location: Angelina’s

“Did you see his face!” She lets out a laugh. “Oh my God, I could see the smoke come out of his ears!”

“He looked like he’d blow a fuse any minute!” I exclaim, receiving multiple glares from the middle-aged people around our table.

 A couple of minutes ago, we almost saw Todd have an aneurysm. The old grease head’s name is Todd. 

As we stepped in the door, we were greeted by the not-so-friendly familiar face. His expression immediately downturns as he recognizes my long shaggy hair, but is then crossed with shock as he takes in my attire, as well as Y/n’s. Ha! Look who’s back asshole, bet you didn’t see this one coming?

Gaping towards us, I could not hold back a triumph smile. “We’d like to dine please,” I say with a smirk as I hand out my card. Y/n doesn’t try to conceal her giggles as he takes the card from my hand, eyes still wide, as he swipes it on the chip reader and hands it back. He glares at us, red-faced, as I give him a wink while we’re escorted towards our table, in the corner of the room. Just the two of us. 

Her giggles still ring in my ears as she sits down. She lets out a kind thank you to the waiter as he puts down the bottle of red wine. 

As time passes on, we eat fancy shit, drink a bottle of imported red wine, and giggle a little too loud for the rich people’s liking. 

As I let out a loud laugh at something she said, again, a few heads turn in our direction, immediately in distaste. She turns her attention towards the turning heads, then back at me. As we look at each other, we try to conceal a laugh bubbling in our throats. 

Which failed miserably. 

We spent the majority of our time in Angelina’s pissing-off rich middle-aged people.

Just the two of us in the corner of the room. It’s our corner now. I don’t make the rules.

I could stay here forever if it meant I could have her in front of me, sipping wine while giggling about things we talk about. As I stare at her across the white cloth, I wish I could frame this memory in a picture. I feel at peace. She is peace. 

I know Love is a strong word to use in such a short amount of time. But I feel it’s there. I feel it. I feel the pull of the heartstrings as she smiles at me. I feel my throat close up every time she talks to me. I feel myself hold my breath at the thought of being with her forever. She has me wrapped around her little finger. I’m yours Y/n. I will gladly wait a millennium to be with her. But I don’t think I need to wait long. I feel her heart too. I just need the time to ask her to be mine. Tonight’s the time, I think.

I’ve fallen for you Y/n L/n.

I’m falling. 

I’m yours Y/n. 

Please tell me you’ll be mine too.

Will you be mine?

“Do you want to get out of here? The vibe is becoming a bore,” she asks, breaking me out of my trance, as she sips the last bit of wine from her glass. 

I clear my throat as I reply. “Yeah sure, do you want to go anywhere else?” 

“Do you have any ideas?”

Now’s my chance. 

“Yeah, yeah I think I know a place,” I tell her. As I lay down a tip for the waiter, I grab her hand towards the door. Here goes nothing. 

***

February 18th, 10:55 P.M. 

As we get to our apartment complex, I bring her to the middle of the hallway. She looks up at me in confusion. My palms sweat as I think of a way to tell her. How do I tell a girl that I’m utterly entranced in her presence? That I’m fucked for the rest of my life if I can’t have her?  Jesus her eyes looking up at me isn’t helping. The words are lodged in my throat. Fuck sake. 

“Eddie,” she begins confused. “We’re back at our apartment.”

“I know,” I gulp. She looks at me in confusion with a glint in her eyes. Say something you fucking idiot. I stare at her frozen, words choked up. Her eyes immediately widen as if she comes to a realization.

“Oh! You’re probably tired,” she begins. What? Fuck! No! Wrong idea! No, I’m far from it actually- 

“Um,” she clears her throat, now looking at her heels as my own eyes widen, trying to comprehend what she’s saying. “Tonight was fun, I- Um- thank you for tonight,” she looks up at me, a small smile etched on her, however, the glint is gone, replaced with disappointment swimming through her irises. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Wait! You’ve got it all wrong! Shit!-

 “Goodnight Eddie,” she smiles softly, trying to conceal her disappointment as she begins to walk away. 

As she makes it towards her door, she looks back at me, still standing in the same spot. She gives me a small smile, not reaching her eyes, before walking inside her apartment.

I stand there for a minute. What the fuck am I doing? This was your chance!

I groan as I run a hand through my hair. “Shit,” I curse to myself. You’re an idiot. “Wait!” I call to her, exasperated as I walk towards her door. As I stand directly in front of the mahogany door, I cringe as I reach a hand up to knock. Not long after, she opens her door, looking the same way as she did three hours ago. 

“Yes?” she asks, an underlying confusion in her voice. 

“I- um-” I sputter as I try to make out words that sound okay. I take a deep breath as I finally look directly at her eyes. “I like you! And well I took you to the hallway because that’s where we first met and well I guess that was my way of saying that the moment you walked right in front of me and bumped me onto the ground was the day I decided that I wanted to be with you and that I really want you to be mine and I know we’ve kissed before but that doesn’t necessarily mean we’re together together and so now I really am thinking that ‘this is my moment to ask her to be mine’ and so I decided that confessing my undying head over heels desire to be with you would be here since I don’t know, I thought it would be clever! And now I’m realizing how stupid it is as you probably thought that meant that our night is over and frankly that is far from what I want as all I’ve wanted to do ever since you opened your apartment door was to quite literally pin you against your wal-”

I’m taken aback by the sudden crash of her lips, my eyes open wide, but immediately melt into the kiss, the words dying in my throat. As I deepen the kiss, I taste the liquor on her lips and smell her cherry perfume. An intoxicating sweet mixture. She lets out a sigh as I slip my tongue through her lips, pulling me in harder. It’s slow, yet fast. Lips meeting halfway, clashing against one another. It’s hungry. Feverish. I grunt as she pulls at the curls on my head. As I move my lips down her neck, she brings my head back to her level, pulling me in for more.

Foreheads still touching one another, we pull away for a second. I give her a shit-eating grin as I take in her red cheeks.

“Was this your way of shutting me up?” I tease, moving my lips towards her neck. 

“More so of my way of helping you, you sounded like you’d run out of oxygen at any minute,” she teased back as she brought her lips back onto mine. 

“Wait,” I break out of the kiss looking directly at her seriously. “Does this mean you’re mine? Does this mean I can call you mine?” I emphasize. 

She gives me a bashful smile, as she kisses my left cheek. 

Then my right. 

Then my forehead.

Then my nose. 

Then my lips once again. 

“Is that good enough proof for ya?” she asks teasingly. “Because I am. I’m yours, Eddie.” 

I give her another grin as I back us towards her door. “I’d like more proof sweetheart,” I add with a smirk. I capture her neck once more as I close the door behind us. 

“You were saying about pinning me against a wall?” she challenges jokingly as I wrap her legs around my waist, walking us backward toward her bedroom. I give her a wicked grin as I lean into her ear.

“There are far more other things I’d love to do to you besides pinning you against a wall darling.”

Her cheeks burn a fiery red as I reach her bedroom door, clashing our lips together once again. 

“And for the record,” I pull back away from the kiss. “I’ve been yours the second I laid eyes on you. September 20th, 9:50 A.M. I’m yours Y/n, there’s no changing it,” I grab her cheeks affectionately as I stare at her. “You’re stuck with me now,” I grin. She mirrors my smile as I lay her figure on the bed, starting back to what has been on my mind ever since I saw her in this fucking dress. 

You are it for me Y/n. 

I mean it now. 

I mean it decades later. 

I mean every waking day I spend on this earth. 

I am utterly in love with you, Y/n L/n. 

There I said it. 

And I meant every word of it. 

At this moment now,

And the moments that are to come. 

I love you. 

***

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backstory of right where you left me

genre: fluff

sidenote: all of these chapters CAN be read as standalones, but if you want to read it in series order, they do follow in chronological order for the events.

genre of mini series: fluff to angst

summary: it seems like hallways, (and falling) were you and Eddie’s destiny.

inspired by: Harry Styles song, “Meet Me in the Hallway”

warnings of this chapter: nothing really, love at first sight (on Eddie’s side), clumsy reader, shorter than Eddie reader (briefly mentioned), some descriptions of readers facial features (very brief), cigarette use, mini dates, sugary sweet fluff, 3k words, Eddie being absolutely smitten, first kiss, apartment floor trope, takes place in 1981 (let’s pretend that they were in high school years before 1986 lol), this is basically part one of a multi-part (maybe?) series, *un-edited/revised, will eventually revise any grammar/punctuation errors, but for the most part all fine!

note: Hi guys:) This is Eddie’s POV of Right Where You Left Me. Please bare with me I’m kind of having writer’s block lol. Also, some of Eddie’s thoughts are kind of inspired from Miles in Ugly Love by Colleen Hoover. The first chapters of this mini series will be backstories to my first one-shot, Right Where You Left Me.

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Eddie’s POV

September 20th, 1982, 9:50 A.M.

Location: Indianapolis, Indiana; Apartment Complex 

I huff as I put down the last of the moving boxes into the living room of my new apartment. I’m out of that fucking town. Whoopty fucking do.

I exit the front door of the apartment as I think about how far I’ve come in life. I graduated, finally. My Uncle Wayne allows me to move out. I and my bandmates now have a plan to further our band. I’m out of that fucking town. Life feels good. 

As I walk down the hallway, a girl, who clearly doesn’t see me, is walking with a box half her size. A box half her size, and a guitar case resting on the top. Before I could register, she bumps into me, sending me to the ground. The box of items flies across as she lands on top of my chest. The guitar landing somewhere on the hallway floor. 

She lets out a grunt as she makes an impact on my chest. She looks at me and widens her eyes. A spread of blush surrounds my cheeks as she blinks at me. 

“Um- I- I’m so sorry,” she stumbles on her words as she gets up off of me. I awkwardly laugh as I look up at her. I itch the back of my head as she looks at me on the ground. 

I speak up as I look at her, “Well it’s not every day a cute girl falls on top of me in the middle of the hallway,” Her blush deepens at the comment. She offers a hand to me. As I stand up, she gives me a shy smile, hiding the embarrassed look on her. 

“I just moved in at the end of the hall and well, I didn’t necessarily fancy walking back and forth more times than I can count,” she admits with a slight chuckle. I grin at her as I put my hand out in front of her. 

“I’m Eddie. Eddie Munson” I smile. A look of surprise crosses her face as she looks at my hand. She smiles as she shakes my hand. She tells me her name. Y/n L/n. Y/n. Her name rolls off my tongue perfectly. 

“If you’d like, I could a- give you a hand?” I ask timidly. No girl has ever smiled at me before. Yet alone ever even stayed near me, yet here she is. Y/n.

 I was a bit nervous as to what she’d say to my offer, so I looked down at her shoes. Clean, white converses. Cute. Without a response, I look at her once again. She’s still staring at me as I stare at her. Breaking out of a trance, she shakes her head and looks away, more blush prominent on her pretty face. 

“Yeah! That’d be really helpful actually!” She laughs as she looks at me once again. Her smile falters slightly as she looks away again as she continues. “But you don’t have to unless you want to! I mean you’re probably really busy and I- um you probably have something to do, so, really you don’t have to-” 

As she rambles, I cut her off as I put a hand on her shoulder. “I wouldn’t have asked in the first place if I had something to do sweetheart,” I grin as her face beats redder. “Besides, I saw you had a guitar, and you’re quite pretty to look at. So? Shall we?” I point to the box littered on the ground and at the guitar case not far away from it. She lets out a breath as she looks at me. She slightly laughs as she nods. 

“Yeah, I’ll lead the way,” she smiles as I grab the box filled with her items. I walk next to her towards her door. As I walked next to her, we chatted about our lives. 

Same Day: 11:56 A.M. 

“So let me get this straight- You are from Hawkins?” I ask stunned. She told me about her life and hobbies. She likes to sing. She loves city life. She loves cats. Emphasis on the cats. And that she was born and raised in fucking Hawkins, Indiana. She’s been in that fucking town and I never saw her? She laughs as she walks to her door with another box in her hands. 

“Yep. I’m from Hawkins. East side of Hawkins to be exact. I’m assuming you’re from the West Side?” Y/n questions. 

“Uh-huh,” I tell her, still in shock. She grins as she points me to the living room. 

“You can drop that box over there. Again, thank you for your service,” she smiled as she looks at me. I stare at her, frozen in place. My God, she has an intoxicating smile. 

“Yeah, any time! Um- I’ll- Shit- I’ll meet you in the hallway whenever? Yeah?” I ask. God, she makes me stumble over my words already. Get your shit together you’ve only met her two hours ago. But her smile. Is so fucking addicting. 

She nods as she tells me she has to sort out her stuff for her apartment. I tell her goodbye and that I’ll see her again. She asks if that’s a promise. I tell her it’s a promise. I mirror her grin as she tells me okay. 

I leave her door and walk down the hallway, feeling giddy. 

Y/n. Yeah, Indianapolis was the way to go. 

I think I’m already falling for you Y/n. 

September 23rd, 1982, 11:55 A.M

Location: Apartment Hallway

It seems like this hallway was our fate. Every time we run into each other, it’s always in this damn hallway. 

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” Y/n tells me as she picks up the bag of groceries from the floor. I smile sheepishly as I get off the floor. 

“Jeez take me out to dinner before having me on the floor Y/n. It’s twice now this happened,” I tease her. She huffs as she hands me the bag of groceries.

“To be fair, it isn’t my stuff on the floor this time.” 

“So there’ll be more times we’ll be on the floor together?” I grin. She rolls her eyes as she begins to walk to her door.

“Hey! Don’t leave the man you just pushed onto the ground! I’ve been meaning to ask you something!” I call to her. She stops in her tracks and looks back at me. There’s a small smile etched on her face as she looks at me, eyebrows raised, waiting for me to say something. 

My palms sweat as I look at her. Okay here goes nothing. “Do you want to go to the Bar on Main tonight? At around 8:30? My band and I are performing there for the first time and well- you seem like you could use a night out,” I glance at her as I finish my sentence. She stares at me and her smile widens teasingly. 

“Are you asking me on a date, Munson?” 

“Well that depends- are you saying yes?”

“Is it a date?” She grins, awaiting my answer. 

“It doesn’t have to be! I mean we’re both new to Indianapolis and we’re both from Hawkins so I mean it can be just a simple hangout on getting to know each other, it doesn’t have to be a date if it’s awkward, I mean- we only met three days ago so- It’s totally okay if you don’t want to go, I mean you probably have plans so it’s okay- 

“Hey, Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“You’ll swing by my place at 8:30?”

“What?”

“To go to the Bar on Main?” 

“You’re saying yes?” 

“Um, yeah?” She asks slightly amused at my shocked expression. “So, I’ll see you at 8:30?” She asks again.

“Yeah! Sure I’ll meet you in the hallway, right out your door,” I finish as heat crawls up my neck. She said yes. 

“It’s a date. I’ll see you at 8:20,” she grins at me as she makes her way towards her front door. She closes the door as she leaves me in the hallway. It’s a date. It’s a date. I look to my left and right to see if anyone’s in the hallway. As I see no one else is close by, I punch my fist in triumph as I walk toward my apartment door with a grin. It’s a date.

September 23rd, 1982, 9:00 P.M.

Location: The Bar on Main 

She was in the far back of the bar as she sat on the leather bar stool. As we opened our gig, I could only focus on her. Would she like it? Would she hate our music? God Munson you’re an idiot, why did you think about that while on stage? As I stare at her, she’s already staring at me. As she sees my eyes facing her, she gives me a soft grin. 

My nerves slightly lowered as I saw her eyes filled with amazement as I did my guitar solo. Her eyes were on me as she looked in awe as I closed our song with the guitar riff. As a signature, I let out an ear-piercing yell to signal our closing performance. As I look back at her, awe is still present on her face. I smirk as a blush creeps onto her cheeks as she notices I’m staring right back at her. I give her a wink as our band gets off stage. 

***

As we finished our gig, applauses were made. The Bar on Main isn’t exactly a large crowd, but much bigger (and better) than five drunks. As another band makes its way towards the stage, I walk towards where she’s sitting. I’m nervous. Maybe she was only smiling to be nice? But then why did she blush? Maybe out of embarrassment. My palms immediately sweat at that thought. As I near closer, she gives me a pretty smile. She claps her hands in applause as I reach her figure sitting on the bar stool. 

“So… How’d you like?” I asked in a teasing manner. It may seem like I’m calm and cool on the outside, but the crescent indents in my palms beg to differ. 

“I loved it! I mean you guys were addicting to watch!” She exclaims as she looks at me in awe. I release my fingers as I relax. Wow, she liked it. Like really liked it. 

“Why thank you, m’lady,” I grin. I give her a bow as she laughs at my gesture. She tells me that my guitar solo was her favorite part. I blush at the compliment. I tell her I can teach her, as she already knows how to play guitar.

“It might take months until you get the whole thing though, I mean that solo kicked my ass, but I don’t have a doubt you wouldn’t get it in ten months max,” I tell her. Her grin slightly falters as I say ten months, but her grin stays in place. I ignore it. 

“I’m known to be quite the fast learner,” she teases. I blush harder than I’ve ever blushed in all twenty-one years of my life. I caught myself in time before she notices the tinge of pink spreading across my face.

“Well- I’ll have to be the judge of that,” I grin. 

“I actually have a few songs of my own,” she tells me. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll have to see you perform then,” I smile. 

“My place at 12 then?” She offers. She looks at the crowd, not looking at me. She’s asking me to hang out at her place. My heart beats in adrenaline. 

“Hm, maybe 1? I work up quite the appetite after performing,” I grin at her. She offers me another grin as our faces are both beet red. I feel like a giddy teenager. 

“Are you asking me out to dinner?” She asks in another one of her teasing voices. 

“Yeah. I am,” I state confidently. 

“Then lead the way,” she tells me. I grin as I grab her hand, leading her to the exit. 

I lead her to the 24-hour diner and open the door for her. 

“M’lady,” I bow as I smile at her. She mirrors me with a grin as she walks in. “You haven’t been to Denny’s before have you?” I ask. 

“Nope. I’ve passed by it numerous times in Hawkins, just never thought to try it,” she tells me with a shrug. 

“Well… you’ve been missing out, but not for long! As I! Eddie Munson introduce you to an underrated delicacy!” 

***

We sip a chocolate milkshake in a booth on the corner of the diner. The street light glowering perfectly through the window as we ask each other questions. I now know her favorite color, her favorite hobby, and her favorite book. She’s quite passionate about books. I could hear her ramble about books all day long. For a good ten minutes, she spent rambling about a book she recently read and how the love interest was such an asshole she couldn’t believe the main character chose him over another character I couldn’t quite get the name of. It’s adorable really, how she scrunches her nose in distaste as she talks about the love interest in the novel. As she starts to talk about the plot, she looks at me and blushes. She mutters a sorry and asks me a question, changing the subject. 

“Favorite movie?” 

“Don’t have one.”

“How can you not have a favorite movie!” She exclaims as she looks at me in shock. 

“There’s nothing interesting to watch!”

“Bull! There are countless movies you can pick from!”

“Like what?” I challenge.

“Well for one, Grease! Oh and there’s also Carrie, although I’m not necessarily a horror fan but it’s good, and the classic Breakfast at Tiffany’s!-”

“We should watch them together, I’ll be the judge of if they’re actually good,” I suggested casually. 

“Yeah, we should!” She states. “And you’ll realize then that you have been missing out all along!” 

“So I’ll see you at my place then? Say at… eight-thirty? On the twenty-fourth?” I smile as I sip on the straw. She looks at my lips then back to my eyes, blushing. She awkwardly scoffs as she looks away, a grin making its way to her pretty face. 

“You think you’re very smooth huh?”

“So I’ve been told, by you,” I smirk as I keep eye contact with her. She scoffs again as she grabs the straw from my lips and brings it to hers. She looks at me as she sips the milkshake. Now it’s my turn to blush. She raises her eyebrows in challenge as she hands me back the straw. I give her a grin masking the redness crawling up my neck as I sip the remaining contents from the glass. I stand up and leave a few dollars on the table for the old waitress in the kitchen. She looks up at me as I extend a hand towards her. 

“You, L/n owe me a concert. You said you have a couple of songs of your own yes?” I remark as she grabs my hand.

“It’s already midnight,” she whines as I pull her towards the exit. 

“Still owe me a concert,” I emphasized. 

September 24th, 1982, 2:05 A.M. 

Location: Y/n’s apartment

“Another one,” I demand. 

“Eddieeeeee I already sang three songs!” She expressed as she exaggeratedly falls onto the couch, guitar laying on the floor. Since after our little dinner date, she, in fact, kept her promise of performing some of the songs she had written. As she strummed on her guitar, I could not take my eyes off her. She said I was addicting to watch? She was captivating. A literal angel with a guitar. After every song she finished, I asked her for another one. I couldn’t get enough. I jut my lips at her as she shook her head, signaling no more songs for the night. I huff as I admit defeat, laying on the floor. 

“Again at eight?” I ask with hope. She glances at me from the couch and sighs. 

“Fine.” 

“Okay,” I say with a childish grin. We both stare at the ceiling, enjoying the comfortable silence. 

As I stare ahead at the ceiling, I think about what the future would be like. As I think about the future, I picture her in it. I close my eyes, savoring that thought. Her in my life just sounds right. The one-piece left to complete a puzzle. Her presence alone makes me feel safe. 

Not even a week and she has me wrapped on her little finger. I’m so fucked. 

As I glance back at her, her eyes are closed as soft snores pour out of her lips. I let out a quiet laugh as I stand up. I grab the blanket from off the floor and drape it onto her frame. I stare at her, capturing her features. She has a beauty mark on her upper right cheek and a few freckles scattered across her face. Her eyelashes were long and fit her eyes perfectly. As my eyes loomed across her face, my eyes look at her lips. They were so red and looked so soft. I wonder how her lips would feel against mine. My cheeks immediately heat as I realize how fucking creepy I sound. 

I snap out of my trance as I make my way toward her door. I’m greeted with the familiar hallway that brought me to this fate. I smile to no one in particular as I’ve come to the conclusion. I’m falling for you Y/n L/n. 

September 28th, 1982, 11:15 P.M 

“Tell me something no one knows about you,” I ask as I gaze at the stars above. 

I asked if she wanted to go to the record store with me today. That was ten hours ago. Now here we are, in an empty park gazing at the stars, sharing a cigarette. 

“I don’t know,” she shrugs as she continues to stare above, knees hugged to her chest. “I’m quite an open book if I’m being honest, nothing really interesting,” she mumbles to no one in particular. 

“Hm…” I think about what to tell her. “In sixth grade, math class, I asked out this really popular girl and she started hysterically crying in front of me.” 

Her blank expression at the stars immediately bursts into laughter, making me laugh as well.

“What! You’re laughing because you’re embarrassed for the girl, I mean look at me?” I exclaim with a laugh. “I mean sure my hair was gelled into a mohawk but I still looked like a stud!” 

She pretends to wipe a tear from her face as she looks at me. As she connects her eyes with mine, she lets out a giggle, burying her face further into her knees. 

I smile at her as she continues to giggle. I love her laugh. Her laughs quiet as she lets out a breath. A smile still etched on her face, she begins to talk. 

 “Okay fine, when I was thirteen, I had a major crush on this guy in my art class. Eighth period I had this class with him. I talked to him a lot during that class since I sat right next to him, and I kinda got his phone number from his friend, and well one rainy weekend I… calledhishomephoneandheansweredandIaskedhimtobemyboyfriendandhungup,” she replied quickly, cheeks heating at the memory. 

“What was that last part? I didn’t quite get that,” I smirked as her face burned redder. She looks at me with a are you serious right now? look and lets out a huff. 

“I said,” she rolls her eyes, “I called his home phone and he answered and I ASKED him to be my boyfriend and hung up,” she lets out in a mock annoyed tone. 

“Ah, and what did he say?”

“That’s the worse part, I don’t know. When Monday rolled around he had moved to California,” she looks at me with wide eyes as a hand closed over her mouth. Now it was my turn to burst out laughing. 

As we laughed our hearts out, cigarettes abandoned on the park table, I lean into her lips. 

Taken aback by the sudden feeling of my lips she flinches away. I immediately regret even leaning in. We stare at each other as our eyes widen. 

“Um- I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have-” 

“No uh- it’s fine!”

“No, I shouldn’t have-” As I ramble out apology after apology, I’m cut off by the feeling of her lips on mine once again. 

After a moment, we pull away, foreheads resting on one another.

“Jeez Munson take me out to dinner beforehand,” she teases. 

I give her a smile as I lean in for another kiss. 

I like kissing you Y/n L/n.

***

A/N: How’d you guys like it so far??? Part two is in progress. So sorry if it isn’t as good as my other one shot, I will try to post again, I’ve just been busy lately. Thank you all for your sweet comments, I appreciate them greatly <333 Also, yes, yes this “mini series” ends in angst (or will it?). Like always, please leave feedback on how I can improve my writing:) Ily, P<3

update: part two <333

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♡ Rockstar! Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Illicit Affairs; The Regret, The Guilt, The Shame

~ Eddie’s POV!!!

genre: angst. angst. past fluff.

backstory: meet me in the hallway

note: this can be read before “meet me in the hallway” !

inspired by: Taylor Swift’s song, “Right Where You Left Me”

summary: Life with Eddie was perfect, up until it wasn’t. 

warnings: Angst, Implied Smut, NHE, Cheating, Open-ending, 3k words, Love Doesn’t Always Last Trope, Screaming in the Rain, “He Changes” Trope, Heartbroken Reader, Rockstar x Past Singer (for purposes, the reader used to sing and was planning on going to NYC to pursue her dreams, but stayed in Indiana for Eddie), *un-edited/revised, will eventually revise any grammar/punctuation errors, but for the most part all fine!

note: Hi! I’m Paula & this is my first time writing a one-shot, let me know what you think:) I decided to write this because I’m absolutely insane for Eddie Munson, but also obsessed with very angsty one-shots. Side note, I 100% believe Eddie Munson would never cheat on his S/O, but for angst, he’s a dick. Hope you enjoy (or get heartbroken) x

note two: this kinda inspired me to write a mini series, so the link above is part two to this that is TECHNICALLY part one of a mini series:))) does that make sense? I don’t think it does but anyways enjoy <3

August 28th. 1991- Age 28, Hawkins, Indiana.

“Um,” I cleared my throat as I sat on the wooden chair, glancing nervously around the crowd.  “This is an unreleased piece I created for tonight, and I- I named it Right Where You Left Me, so here you go,” I spoke as I began strumming the guitar lightly. I swallowed the lump in my throat and began singing.

“Friends break up, friends get married

Strangers get born, strangers get buried

Trends change, rumors fly through new skies

But I’m right where you left me

Matches burn after the other 

Pages turn and stick to each other

Wages earned and lessons earned

But I, I’m right where you left me…” 

Thoughts of 1986 filled my mind. 

The year Eddie Munson rose to stardom in Indianapolis. 

I sat quietly in the back of the bar as I watched the love of my life become the star he was born to be. I smiled as he finished his final song on stage with his band Corroded Coffin. The energy, the sweat, everything about him was perfect. As he strummed the final chord, he yelled an ear-splitting scream, a signature that their gig was finished for tonight. His triumph permanently marked his face as he saw applauses made by hundreds of people watching him. He was electric. I cheered as he hopped off the stage and began making his way toward me with a beautiful smile graced on his sweaty face. 

“How’d I do?” Eddie asks as he pulls me into a kiss. 

“Amazing,” I mumbled against his lips. His grin stayed permanent as he pulls my hand towards the exit of the bar. 

“Celebration with my darling?” Eddie asks teasingly. I laugh as I let him pull me across the sidewalks. 

“Where are we going?” I laugh as I already where we’re going. Denny’s. It’s practically tradition for us to go to this shitty diner after every gig. It’s not the best food, nor is it a five-star restaurant, but it’s perfect. 

“You know what tomorrow is babe?” Eddie asks as he pops a fry from my plate into his mouth. 

“Hmmm let’s see…” I began, “tomorrow is February 18th, which is many things, it can be a person’s birthday, the day someone proposes to someone, Steve Harrington’s fifth date of the month,” I teasingly tell Eddie as his face is graced with annoyance. My smile widens as a loud laugh echoes through the empty diner. Eddie’s laugh suddenly joins mine as we look at each other with smiles gracing both our faces. 

“It’s our 3rd anniversary dumbass!” He ridicules me with a smile. 

“Yeah, no shit sherlock.” 

“Which meanssssss I better see you in the skin tight red dress, nothing underneath, with pretty kitten heels as we go to the beautiful Angelina’s” He finishes his sentence with an emphasis on nothing underneath. I roll my eyes with a small smile permanently etched on my face. 

I meet his large brown eyes as I say, “I’m not in a skin-tight red dress right now,” I frown. 

“What? It’s only the 17th, of course you’re not in the skin tight dress” He states confused. 

“Look at the clock,” I direct my head towards the white circle as I roll my eyes. He looks at the old-style clock graced on top of the exit sign. As the time marks 12:02 A.M., his eyes widen as they immediately meet mine. Before I could register his sudden movement, he presses his lips against mine across the table. My eyes widen at the unexpected intimacy, then began to melt into the kiss. As he furthered the kiss, he slipped his tongue between our lips. I push him away lightly, signaling him that we’re still in a public setting, with a sixty-year-old waitress that’s just trying to leave the sticky diner. He pouts but it’s turned into a bright smile in a matter of seconds.

“Happy anniversary baby,” He whispers as he pulls away with a shy smile. 

“I expect you in a suit at seven P.M. sharp Munson,” I state. He grins as he puts down a few dollars, shouts a goodnight to the waitress, and grabs my hand towards the exit. He pulls me into his chest as he smothers my face with kisses. I laugh at his cheesy gestures, as I jokingly try to pull away, only to be met with firmer kisses on my neck. 

“I expect these clothes of yours on our floor as we reach the apartment,” He murmurs against my skin, a mischievous glint in his eye. I laugh as he continues to drag me around the sidewalks of Indianapolis like a ragdoll. 

Everything was perfect, age twenty-three never felt better.

Blinking back tears, I continued the song. “Help, I’m still at the restaurant

Still sitting in a corner I haunt

Cross-legged in the dim light

They say, “What a sad sight”

I, I swear you could hear a hairpin drop 

Right when I felt the moment stop 

Glass shattered on the white cloth

Everybody moved on

I, I stayed there

Dust collected on my pinned-up hair

They expected me to find somewhere

Some perspective, but I sat and stared

Right where you left me

You left me no, oh, you left me no, 

You left me no choice but to stay here forever

You left me, you left me no, oh you left me no

You left me no choice but to stay here forever

Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen?

Time went on for everybody else, she won't know it

She's still 23 inside her fantasy

How it was supposed to be

Did you hear about the girl who lives in delusion?

Break-ups happen every day, you don't have to lose it

She's still 23 inside her fantasy

And you're sitting in front of me…” 

A single tear drop fell as I remembered 1988. 

I waited. It’s our 5th anniversary and he can’t fucking show up on time? I twist the promise ring on my left hand as dread filled my insides. 

1988 is rough, more so for me than others. Corroded Coffin has just recently been signed to a record label in Indianapolis in September of 1987, and everything else is history. Eddie’s been ecstatic, blinded with pride. Corroded Coffin has been booked around Indiana and sold venues with over hundreds of people. I was proud of Eddie. However, as November crept around, I could tell Eddie was becoming different. He showered me with affection of course as he always did when he came home, reminisced to me of the memories he had at the venues I wasn’t able to attend, and would cuddle against my side as if I would run away on the nights he had no bookings. But that wasn’t a problem. The problem was the horrid stench of liquor painted on his lips. Every night, his breath was filled with the aroma of hard whiskey, bourbon, and cigarettes. Drunken steps followed into our bed every night, when I pretended to sleep, as he kissed my cheek clumsily and fell on his side of the bed. It wasn’t a problem with me until those nights turned into a daily routine, then began a routine where there were no drunken stumbles. No whiskey breath. No nothing. Days when he was flat-out drunk, he didn’t come home. He would come home in the morning, a groggy headache present as he muttered apology after apology. Promising he’d make it up to me. This was the routine from late December to now. I confronted him about it in January, when he was pissed drunk, and lying on the couch. It ended in a screaming match that was later resolved at twelve in the morning, January 12th, I remembered that exact day, when he opened our bedroom door with a large bouquet of flowers and a large teddy bear, looking into my red-rimmed eyes as he muttered apology after apology as he cradled my face and placed soft kisses all around. He promised me that he will make it up to me, he gifted me a promise ring, promising he will be better. A silver band with a beautiful ruby. It was foolish, but I still held on to that string of hope that he meant it. I forgave him. 

As I looked at the clock, showcasing the time 9:45 P.M., I knew he wasn’t showing up. I drank the last bit of red wine with a sigh. Hazily, I dropped the wine glass after emptying the contents into my mouth, shattering the delicate glass onto the white cloth. When I got home, I saw the bastard passed out on the couch. I covered my mouth as I tried to suppress the sob bubbling in my throat. Burning my lungs as I walked to the bedroom, too tired to start a ruckus, I slumped into my side of our bed and sobbed into the sheets, that smelt like him. 

His scent was still present, but he was not there. 

His body is still there, but he is not here. 

His smile is still there, but his mind is somewhere else. 

His matching silver band is on his finger, but he is not there. 

His everything haunts my mind, a burning within, a pierce to the heart as he is someone else. 

He is not the man I fell in love with. 

Today, February 18th, 1988, he left me. His body is present, but his love is gone. 

February 18th, the best day for the first four years of our relationship, a year after four, became the worst day for the rest of my life. 

“At the restaurant, when I was still the one you want

Cross-legged in the dim light, everything was just right

I, I could feel the mascara run

You told me that you met someone

Glass shattered on the white cloth

Everybody moved on…” 

More tears start as February 28th, 1988 flashes in my eyes. 

He’s cheating on you. His band member, Gareth tells me privately as Eddie is nowhere to be seen on February 27th. The alarms in my head burst my eardrums as a ringing sensation is heard throughout the walls. He looks at me with pity in his eyes as he sees through the mask of my blank stare. I was tearing at the seams, trying desperately to hold onto that string of hope, but the string frayed. Everything has been rocky ever since February 19th. I never confronted Eddie about him missing our anniversary. He never acknowledged it was the 19th.

 His gig tomorrow is a couple of minutes out of Indianapolis. I didn’t want to believe Gareth, I had to see it for myself. I showed up later into their performance, only showing up to see if Gareth was telling the truth. I faded into the large crowd. I see Eddie, loud as ever, with an electrifying performance as the crowd goes wild. The final song begins as I watch him. In the front of the crowd, I see a woman. Her flowy black gurls rest on the middle of her back as she looks at Eddie with desire. Eddie’s eyes are focused on the crowd as he sings the lyrics to his recent song. Eddie’s eyes then rest on the girl in the front. Smirking and then looking back at the crowd. As the performance comes to an end, Eddie exits the stage as he motions the girl with flowy curls to follow him to the “Backstage access” door. My heart drops as the bleak statement was true. 

I followed them swiftly, trying not to draw attention as I slipped through the door. I froze as I stopped in front of Eddie’s room. Whatever I see changes everything. Nothing will ever come back from this. I swallow down any hesitance as I slowly twist the door handle. Eyes focused as my heart shattered into nothing. The woman straddled his hips as she deepened the kiss. I tried not to make a sound as I took in what was in front of me. Five years. Five years down the drain. Tears formed in my eyes as I tried to focus on him and her making out on the satin sofa. He hadn’t noticed my presence until the woman moved her kisses onto his neck, trailing red marks. He opens his eyes and his eyes immediately wander to the open door. I’m frozen in my spot as he looks at me. Shock is prevalent in his brown eyes as he rushes to push the woman off his lap. He’s frantically hurrying to the door but I’m already gone. I make my way outside of the venue as fast as I can and drive off back to our apartment. 

I shuffle for my keys as I unlock the door and make my way inside. I deadbolt the door as I slide onto my knees. I sob. I sobbed until the air in my lungs felt empty until a lightness buzzed in my head. I screamed until my vocal cords pained and all I could do was bring my knees to my chest. I didn’t know how long I spent crying. A sudden twist of the lock startled me. A twist of the door handle made me stand up. 

“Y/n! Y/n! Please open the door!” Eddie yelled from behind the door. Thank God for deadbolts. He frantically knocked on the door as he tried to open the door. 

“Please- let- let me fix- fix this, fuck- fuck- please baby open the door,” The brunette cried. Forceful knocks slowed into soft thuds as Eddie slid down the door, cries buried deep within burned his throat with every breath he took. I stood a few feet from the door as more tears welled in my eyes. I hate hearing him cry. I couldn’t stay. I knew if I heard more of his sobs, I would have heard him out. I’m tired of wasting my life on someone who clearly couldn’t give a shit about seeing me in ruin. I made my way to what used to be our bedroom. Not just mine. Mine and His. Now, it’s just His. I opened the closet as I tugged my clothes off the hangers, scattering them onto the floor. I shoved as much of my necessities as I can into the bags. I grab the dusted acoustic guitar in the back of the closet, holding it along with my bags. It’s a bittersweet feeling of the leather touching the pads of my fingers. Five years. Five years since I decided my life with Him was better than running away to the city of my dreams. What a waste. I scramble to get my keys off the floor and I made my way back to the front door. I stopped as I took in what would be behind that front door. 

The man I love. 

The man I loved. The man who became an Indiana Rockstar. The man who wasted his time in a bar, drank liquor every night till he was passed out, slept with his groupie while going back to his home, where he fell asleep in the arms of the woman he claimed to love forever. A never-ending cycle of despair and agony that I had to burden. It’s a bitter taste on my tongue as I force myself to unlock the door. 

I’m greeted with arms hugging the back of my legs, forcing me to stay locked in place. I stare in the distance at the parked car in the street. There’s no turning back. I grip the bag straps harshly as I shakily sigh. The movement of my fingers is noticed by Eddie. He looks at the bags and the guitar case and scrambles onto his feet in front of me. A look of panic is etched onto his face as he reaches for my face, begging me to look at him. 

“No, no, no, please don’t. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry-” Eddie sobs as he presses his forehead against mine. I close my eyes and sigh. “Please don’t leave me,” Eddie shakes as his tears mix with mine. I look at his neck and red marks are still present. I remember again as to why I have to leave. Fuck him. I twist out of his hands and walk to my car. I hear him calling to me, his steps trying to keep up with mine as I frantically make it to the trunk of my car. Shoving the bags into the trunk, careful not to shove the guitar too hard. Eddie tries to take them out again begging me through shaky breaths to talk to him. I put them back into the trunk as Eddie, firm but gentle, grabs my wrist towards him. I harshly push him off as I glare at him through tears. 

“Don’t touch me,” I sneered, the first thing I said to him since catching him in his infidelity. “You’re crying? You’re fucking crying? I walk in on you cheating on me and you’re the one who’s fucking crying!?”

“I’m sorry! I- I don’t know why I did it, why this happened, I-”

“I gave up my life for you! My dreams of New York! I gave it up all for you! I was there for you for everything! I gave up my dreams so YOU could be happy! You kept me here in this godforsaken state and you left me in this fucking city for what? Some groupie that shows you one look of desire and all of a sudden you forget who you are? You left me in that fucking restaurant on our fifth anniversary. Do you even remember why we’re here in this city in the first place? I stayed, so you could be happy.” 

I sobbed out the last words as I looked down, tears flooding my vision as Eddie’s shoes come into view.

Eddie falls into a deep silence as he looks at me. My dreams of New York. His eyes squint in pain and anguish as he looks at me. Our anniversary. He takes a deep breath and sighs as his breaths turn into quiet sobs. 

As if the universe knew how much our relationship was fucked, the sound of thunder roars as heavy water downpours and the flash of lightning lights the sky. I finally look up, staring into his eyes. We both stood in silence as we looked at each other. He looks at me with sadness and guilt. I look at him with regret. It hurts to still love him.

I quietly ask, barely above a whisper, “Why?”

Silence takes over again until he says three words that do more damage than any action he’s committed, “I don’t know.” 

A single teardrop falls from both our eyes. I nod as I begin to walk to the door of my car but his voice freezes me into place, still looking down as my body faces him. 

“I love you Y/n I- You’re it for me! I was- I don’t-” Eddie stutters as his words break into sobs. He walks toward my body as he catches my hands into his and pulls me into a bone-crushing hug. He tilts my chin as more tears are spilled. He wipes away at the mascara running down my cheeks as I look at him. 

“I’m so sorry,” He sobs. We look at each other, and for once, it felt like us again. I see love in his eyes. Y/n and Eddie again. But it was short-lived. I knew I could never stay again. He knew everything fell apart, no pieces to put it back together. We knew as we looked at each other that we will never be the same. We haven’t been how we used to be in a while. Raindrops tarnish our clothes as I reach a hand towards his cheek. His cheek tilts into my hand, his hand folding on top of mine. I let it. I knew this was goodbye. 

“I will always love you,” I swallow the lump in my throat and force the words out. “But I can’t do this anymore,” I sob as I look down not wanting to meet his eye. My body shakes as I force the last words out. “Goodbye Eddie,” I kiss his hand that is on top of mine that’s resting on his cheek as I forcibly walk backward toward my car, not looking at him. I start the car and begin to pull out. I catch him in the back of my window, looking. I press my lips together, not letting another sob escape. I drive out of the lot onto the road. Eddie stares as I drive out of the lot. Out of his life. The person he thought he would spend the rest of his life with, gone. And all he can blame is himself. 

As I pass the sign, “Leaving Indianapolis” I think back to when I was twenty-three. My fantasy. Where everything was perfect. Angelina’s was dim over a candle-lit dinner where Eddie and I laughed like idiots, not having a care in the world of how out of place we looked in a fancy-overpriced restaurant. Where the white cloth stayed white and our hands lightly caressed one another as we looked at each other like we were in love. We were in love, it just wasn’t timeless. February 18th, 1988. The day it all fell apart. Past looks of judgement before that day were crossed with pity as they watched me drink red wine by myself, waiting. In the corner we always reserved, alone. He never came.

“What a sad sight,” A Regular commented with pity on that day. Yeah, what a sad sight. 

Tears flowed down my cheeks as I neared the end of my song, choking up slightly.

“Help, I'm still at the restaurant

Still sitting in a corner I haunt

Cross-legged in the dim light

They s-say, "What a sad sight"

I, I stayed there

Dust collected on my pinned-up hair

I'm sure that you got a wi-wife out there

Kids and Christmas, but I'm unaware

'Cause I'm right where

I cause no harm, mind my business

If o-our love died young, I can't bear witness

And it's been so long

But if you ever think you got it wrong…” 

I open my eyes for the first time since singing, and as I scan the crowd, I look over and see him. He, he who cursed me to leave Indianapolis to go back to another place I hated. He who sits there with a blank expression as he watches me.  He looks the same, besides a bit of scruff underneath his chin, and more tattoos glittering on his arms. He’s tense as I stare back at him. A crack creeps into my heart again as I hold his gaze. If I looked closely, I would see his cheeks glistened the same as mine under the dim light. Two lovers, after all these years, still the same as they both left. Broken and left damaged, see eye to eye once again, yet it is not the same. There is no where in my heart where I can picture the same love with him again. I finish my song with the last few lines, 

“I'm right where you left me

You left me no, oh, you left me no

You left me no choice but to stay here forever

You left me

You left me no, oh, you left me no

You left me no choice but to stay here forever.” 

As applauses are made, all I can see is him. 

He gives me a sad smile, barely there, as a tear falls down his cheek.

I inhale deeply, a tear identical falls onto mine. 

We’re right where we left each other. 

A/N: Part two??? I might do Eddie’s POV as Part Two in 1991 and before but I don’t know how much attention this’ll get. But anyways, thank you for reading <3 If you have any feedback on how I can improve my writing, please let me know:) Ily, P<3

updated A/N: Eddie’s POV now posted, no comfort, pure angst, you’re welcome? click here!

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