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Familiar flame

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova/General Kirigan/The Darkling x fem!Grisha! reader Summary: Aleksander lost his Y/N the day he created the fold. The king's soldiers killed his one true love in front of his eyes. His despair and anger led to the creation of a dark fold. After centuries, Aleksander meets a girl identical to his beloved… her reincarnation. Will he be able to restore your memories? Could he get you back after centuries of mourning you? Or maybe Aleksander finally lost his mind... Nonsense from me: This is request from @morrigan-crowmwell I hope that you like it! ♡♡ And I'm veeeery excited to write your next request! (and to publish it soon ♡♡) P.S. I'm sorry it took me ages again, luckily I'll have a lot more free time now, so I promise it'll get better. 😅 Warning(s): references to reincarnation; Aleksander misses the reader and can't resist her (even if she doesn't remember him); the reader is a bit hysterical; the reader behaves like a little child spoiled by Aleksander; the reader has Aleksander wrapped around her little finger, but he doesn't care; the reader has a panic attack and hyperventilation; de@th mentions; NOT CHECKED grammatically and so on - I wanted to publish it as soon as possible Word count: 9,4k Taglist: @aoi-targaryen @morrigan-crowmwell

"So many centuries on this earth, and you're still a naive, hopeless romantic. Tell me how do you do it, boy?"

Baghra taunted him without even looking up from her dinner. Aleksander growled, irritated by her lack of interest. He slammed his fist on the table, drawing the unfazed woman's attention to him.

"It's true, I saw her! It was her!"

"Aleksander... you must move on." Darkling snorted, jumping up as if burned from his chair. Baghra followed her son as he ran out of her hut, not giving up. If they both had something in common, it was their great stubbornness. "How many times have you seen this girl? You have to realize that she's not coming back. Y/N is dead, Aleksander. For hundreds of years."

"She is here! I danced with her month ago at the ball, you can't tell me I didn't because I remember her face perfectly. It is etched in my mind more permanently than any other memory."

"You wanted an answer to your question. Here it is. There is no such thing as reincarnation, the reappearance of someone on this world. We die once, Aleksander. Once and successfully. So whoever you met yesterday, even with a face that looks like her, is not Y/N. So you'd better leave the innocent girl alone."

The Darkling laughed bitterly, shaking his head. His mother would never see him as more than a small, quick-tempered, silly boy. He should get used to it after all these years.

"You think I'd come to you with this if she was just one of the faces like her? Me and my people have been watching her for a month now, ever since some snobbish nobleman's daughter came back to the palace and turned out to be the only woman I ever cared about in this saint-damn world. It must be her. I don't know how, why, and honestly, I don't care as long as it's really her. Neither should you - as far as I remember you cared for her more than for me."

"Aleksander. I know you loved her, but you have to let her go. People just don't rise from the grave." she tried to reason with him. But he knew better.

It must be you. Somehow the Saints took pity on his tortured soul and returned you to him, and he wasn't going to stay further away from you than necessary.

He will have you again in his life, arms, and bed.

No matter what he has to sacrifice to restore your memories.

"Just as they don't live forever, and yet we do." he growled as he mounted his horse and galloped back towards the Little Palace. He was in for a long night spent in his library, poring over books. If Baghra didn't want to help him, he would find the answer himself.

"You stupid boy..." Baghra snorted, shaking her head in disappointment.

Your death was both the worst and best thing for her son. You would never live as long as they did - your death would have come anyway, just in a less bloody way. Ordinary people were fragile, and their lives were shorter—one breath of Baghra or Aleksander equaled thousands of them. She had no idea why her son was so stubborn about getting you back, even though you were truly reborn. Aleksander would lose you again. Even he couldn't fight death itself and go against nature in such a matter... or so Baghra hoped.

The boundaries that Aleksander wouldn't cross in your name were practically nonexistent.

And she would be afraid of him more with you by his side - the most powerful Etherealki woman this earth has ever seen… a tribrid with the powers of Squaller, Inferni and Tidemaker.

~•♤♤♤•~

It all started a month ago.

Aleksander was at another of the king's balls, circulating among the generals of the First Army, trying to win their favor and consent to a slight modification of their plans. For his and Grishas' benefit, of course.

He would never have guessed that a conversation with General Petrova, the king's irritating, faithful soldier, would bring him more than a headache. It was usually with him that the Darkling had his greatest disputes during war councils.

However, while the general caused him the most trouble of all in the king's court, he was one of the few who respected the Darkling not for his powers, which instilled fear among other soldiers, but for the sake of his tactical, sound thinking.

Never in his life would Aleksander have thought that General Petrova's daughter would be a faithful doppelgänger of his long-dead beloved.

He was stunned as soon as he saw you enter the room.

Anywhere, even on his deathbed, he would have recognised that mischievous twinkle in your eyes whenever you were given full attention. You were a vision. Apparition. A fairy tale that was etched forever in his memory.

And he may have lived many lives, met millions of ordinary people and thousands of Grishas, but this face, the face of his loved one, whom he only met in his sweet dreams and darkest nightmares, had never ever flashed a second of his hundreds-year life. There were no humans even close to your beauty...

And then, after hundreds of years of sorrow, pain, and grief, he saw you again. He was again enchanted by your mesmerising eyes, your sweet, mischievous smile, your tempting lips... He let himself be lost for a while in the view of his beloved before questions started to cross his mind.

How? When? Who is she? From where? Could it really be you? Hundreds of years in pain, only for you to walk casually one day to one of the balls of a king whose ancestor killed you?

Aleksander didn't even notice when you approached him and General Petrova. But YOUR voice, his Y/N's voice, definitely brought him back into the world. Like a strong, vicious slap.

"Father. It was definitely too long." Aleksander almost broke down there. Being so close to someone who looked like you, hearing your voice again in REALITY, smelling the perfume so damn well know to him - the same one which made him lose his mind ages ago for you...

"General Kirigan. My daughter, Y/N. Y/N. General Kirigan, commander of the Second Army." your careful gaze finally met his. And Aleksander was gone.

Saints save him… even those bloody, fucking eyes he would die for were the same….

"It's a pleasure to meet you, General Kirigan." Aleksander couldn't do anything else but reach for your hand and kiss it—something he'd also dreamed of a thousand times, but in his dreams you only used his true, real name. "Your fame extends to the farthest reaches of Ravka. I am glad to see the legendary Darkling with my own eyes." Aleksander shivered as his title spilled out of your mouth. Not with mockery or insult or fear, but flatteringly, strongly… He had to control himself. It wasn't his Y/N… unless…

"I think these aren't very… flattering stories."

"You'd be surprised, General…" Aleksander could feel himself melting under her attentive gaze. The number of long-buried emotions overwhelmed him. And he himself felt his long-forgotten, dead, cold heart come to life again under each of your charming smiles, warm tone of voice, and enticing looks.

Now that he had had the opportunity to look at her more closely, he noticed all the (perfectly familiar) small details.

The way your hair was styled—so that a few strands stand out from your perfectly styled hairstyle, no long earrings, only small pearls that your hair would be harder to get into, delicate jewellery, not flashy like most women's, jewellery that instead of testifying to your wealth emphasised your beauty.

You seemed so familiar to him…

"Do you dance, General?" your question snapped him out of his mind about HIS Y/N.

He didn't dance on such occasions. Never. But he would be damned if he didn't try to find out how far your resemblance to his Y/N goes.

"If you wish, Lady Petrova." he replied with a charming smile, reverting to his image of a confident general of the Second Army.

"Please..." she grabbed his hand. The touch of her delicate skin against his rough made him shiver uncontrollably. He was putty in your hands... but he would be cursed if he let go, if he loses again the one thing that holds him firmly in this world. "Call me Y/N."

"Y/N." he mumbled, leading her to the dance floor. He gripped her securely around the waist, pulling her close enough to be considered appropriate. "I'm dying to see how this one's ends."

"Not only you… general." you peeked at him over those beautifully painted eyelids, biting your lips lightly. Reincarnation, doppelgänger, or real you, you always had to tease him, you always challenged him. And he was more than willing to play that game with you again… even if he wasn't holding his Y/N in his arms.

"Please..." he turned you around to pull you back to his chest. He smiled, remembering how those Y/E/C irises were the only thing that mattered to him hundreds of years ago… he marveled at how they still enchanted him. And having you in his arms again, so close he could smell your scent again… it made him dizzy. "Call me Aleksander." he whispered into your ear, getting close enough not to touch you but to feel the warmth of your cheek against his.

Was it wise to tell you his name? Absolutely not. Did he regret giving himself up to this moment? The answer came to him after a few seconds.

"Aleksander..." your soft whisper made him shiver. The old memories, the ones he tried to bury in his mind, the ones that were both sweetly blissful and devastating, came back to him. Foolish hope rose in him the moment your brow furrowed as if you, too, recognized the significance of what had just happened.

If he'd had any doubts before, he definitely knew now... he was cursed. And he didn't care enough to break this spell you put on him.

~•♤♤♤•~

"Y/N! Rise and shine, you lazy ass!" you groaned, covering your head with a pillow.

"Go away demon. It's too early for anything." you mumbled, snuggling into my comfy bed. You snorted in surprise when suddenly your friend threw herself on your bed and brutally tore the pillow off your head, laughing like a madwoman. "Y/F/N!"

"What have you been dreaming about?" she asked with a sly smile.

"About nothing." you muttered as you got out of bed and walked over to your closet to pick out your outfit for today.

"Yes? Is that why I found you grinning like a psychopath in love and mumbling someone's name? Is there some poor guy you finally like? Who could it be? A soldier? Maybe a nobleman?" you huffed in amusement as you walked out from the wardrobe.

"I haven't gone crazy yet. The world will burn before I voluntarily muzzle myself with marriage."

"Doesn't change the fact that someone caught your eye, does it?" she inquired with a curious smirk.

"Let's go, you hopeless romantic. I believe you dragged me out of bed over that very exciting tea time with the queen." you sighed, knowing full well that this meeting would give you a terrible headache.

"We're going to suffer together, sweetie. But cheer up. Genya will be there. You've liked her company lately, haven't you?"

"She's too good for these royal assholes." you replied, taking her arm and walking out of your room towards the palace gardens.

During that month, you quickly fit into the role you had to play at court. And thanks to your numerous travels, you managed to win enough favour with the queen to become a permanent member of her "group of snobbish noblewomen". You also met Genya, Grisha, an angel among the palace demons who was rather unpopular at court… well, at least not when the queen didn't need her Grisha's skills.

The meeting with the queen dragged on as usual, you couldn't help but wander your mind to your today's dream interrupted by Y/F/N.

"Aleksander!" you laughed, punching him lightly in the chest. "Stop teasing me."

"I don't do anything, milaya." he replied smiling innocently which made you snort. You crossed your arms and gave him a meaningful look.

You were in the little library at his house. (By the way, it's a miracle that he and Baghra found a place for their books in such a tiny hut.) You tried to get to one of the books on the upper shelves, but Aleks had other plans. He stood in front of you, and every time you stood on tiptoe to reach the book, he took the opportunity to grab your waist and pull you into a kiss.

"You do not?" you asked, trying to get to the book, but Aleksander caught your lips in a kiss again. "Aleksander!" you huffed, punching him in the chest with a laugh. "Your mother will kill me if I don't at least start reading this book." you complained, laughing at the smug man. He was so childish sometimes... You squealed as Aleksander suddenly grabbed your waist and pulled you close, burying his nose in your hair.

"I am more than strong enough to protect moya milaya from my bloodthirsty mother." he whispered, placing a tender kiss on your temple.

"Aleksander." you moaned as he moved his lips to your neck. You ran your hand through his hair, giving in to the feeling for a moment, until you remembered what you were supposed to do today. "How about a compromise?"you asked, taking his attention away from your neck for a moment.

"A compromise? And how do you want to negotiate your freedom, lapushka?"

"I'm not blind. I see you're clingier than usual today. Of course you won't let me out of your arms, which I can't really say I'm complaining about… But since I'm about to spend the rest of the day on your lap or in your arms, then you could at least read me the book Baghra told me to learn by heart." he was thinking, rubbing his nose against yours.

"I think I can accept it." you squealed in surprise as he picked you up bridal style, lifting you up so you could reach the book you needed. "But I reserve the right to give you some breaks. As your beloved I've got to make sure my little tribrid doesn't overwork herself." you giggled, making his smile of satisfaction only grow wider.

"What a good and caring lover you are, Aleksander." you teased, knowing full well what the study breaks were for… or rather, for whom.

"Have you ever doubted it?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, the sparkle of amusement in his dark eyes only made your mood more up. You loved seeing him so happy, carefree.

"No. Never." you whispered, kissing him with all your love and tenderness…

Such nonsense dreams have plagued you almost every time since you met the general. Visions of his younger self and yours, as if the two of you lived together hundreds of years ago. It also didn't help your plan that, for some strange reason, you felt this... attraction, this desire to be close to him.

You didn't know where your sudden fondness for the Darkling came from, but one thing was certain. You had to get rid of it. And that's before your father presents the king with plans to permanently disband the Second Army and return all the Grishas to the slave system. You couldn't give in to some stupid feeling towards their general... not when everything you and your father had worked for was coming to an end.

"Lady Petrova. You're surprisingly quiet today." the queen has distracted you from the thoughts that have plagued you for weeks. You put on your learned, polite smile.

"Forgive me, Your Majesty. I'm not feeling well today. I think I have a slight migraine, but it should pass soon, Your Highness."

"You look paler than usual… Genya, lady Y/F/N. Take lady Y/N to the healers." you had to do your best to keep the frown from appearing on your face. This old witch…

"Your Grace." instead, you bowed to the queen and walked away with the two women at your side. You didn't speak to Genya until you were sure you were out of earshot of anyone other than the three of you. "I'm fine, Genya. I just had to get out of there."

"Then I should thank you for saving me from there too." she replied with a smile as tired as yours. "But the queen was right. You looked a little pale earlier. Are you sure everything's okay? I can improve your appearance and cover up those little dark circles under your eyes if you want."

"No need, sweetheart. But if you somehow have power over dreams, it would be really helpful." you joked, knowing full well that Grisha are incapable of entering other people's dreams… though you doubted it after the general's face haunted you at night in those strange dreams.

"It would be great to be able to do that."

"Anyway, thank you, Genya. You can hide somewhere in the palace. You deserve some time off." the woman nodded to you and headed towards the Grand Palace, leaving you and Y/F/N alone in the gardens.

"Okay, what's the matter? What are you dreaming about that you can't sleep? And why are you hanging around Grishas and Darkling lately? You want to settle him down or something?" your friend asked annoyed. You looked around, making sure you two were still alone.

"I'm not going to settle him down. My father wanted me to take care of our strong, dark general. After all, what's the best way to steer a man who doesn't care about anyone but his people, than an affair with a pretty, nobel woman?" you asked with a cunning smile.

You preferred to keep your strange dreams to yourself… at least until you were sure it was just a stupid figment of your imagination and growing teenage crush on a dark general.

"I don't quite understand… so what exactly are you doing with him?" she asked, growing suspicious as you headed towards the Little Palace.

"It's just a game. I charm him with my beauty, spend time with him, and so on, which makes him less interested in the war, and I don't have to put up with my father's complaining about me finally getting married. I serve both Ravka and my own interests. Isn't it wonderful?"

"You'll get burned. Be careful with him. He's a Darkling. If he finds out…" she warned you, slightly scared. You snorted, shaking your head. You looked around one more time before whispering conspiratorially to her.

"Then what will he do to me? It's in his interest to keep our little affair as a secret, the dignity of a man and all that crap won't let him seek revenge openly - he'll only embarrass himself even more. I'm perfectly safe." you replied confidently as you left the gardens. You smiled. According to your plan, the general should leave his palace right now to meet the council. It was your job to make sure he didn't get there… well, at least not for the most part.

"If you say so… But you have to admit, even you, that he's hot."

"That's true... which only makes it more interesting..." you saw Kirigan coming out of the Little Palace with one of his loyal dogs by his side... Ivan or the other, you couldn't remember. You smiled slyly, sensing a good opportunity. "Excuse me."

You didn't waste any time. You immediately approached the general, inwardly triumphant with the smile he sent you as soon as he saw you… the grimace on his companion's face was also the reason for your good mood.

"Lady Petrova."

"General Kirigan. So you do occasionally leave the Little Palace."

"Indeed it happens sometimes." he smiles back at your teasing, keeping his distracting dark eyes on you.

"Then I can't pass up this opportunity to take you anywhere other than the path leading to the Grand Palace or the gardens. It's a beautiful day for a ride, don't you think? Perhaps you could accompany me?"

"Actually…"

"It's a wonderful idea. Ivan, could you get our horses ready?" the general interrupted his Girsha. You lowered your head, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling victoriously. As Ivan passed you, you stepped closer to the general and turned your careful gaze back to him.

"He doesn't like me very much, does he?" you asked, catching the arm he offered you as you two walked to the stables together. "Your gruff companion." you added seeing his confused look.

The general snorted, placing his hand over yours, which made you shiver uncontrollably. You internally chastised yourself for such a… pathetic reaction to his little touch.

"Ivan is… specific." he finally replied making you chuckle.

"I saw the look he gave me when I took you away from him, like I was stealing his favorite cuddly toy." Kirigan snorted, which made you smile. You felt how your cheeks redden involuntarily at the sound of his laughter. "You don't have to always defend your people at all costs, General. Well, at least not in such a case." you replied with a smirk.

"Ivan is a good soldier and comrade… he can be funny once you get to know him."

"Then I guess you find volcra hilarious too."

"And maybe one or two of the queen's nobles." you gave him an offended look, placing your hand over your heart in a hurt gesture.

"Ouch. That's good that my company at least gives you some fun. It must be really hard to always be that grave, grumpy, dark general."

"Surely it can be lonely sometimes." his thoughtful, sombre statement ruined the fun atmosphere between you two.

For a brief moment, you could see the familiar twinkle of grief in his eyes before he hid it behind his mask of indifference. You knew that feeling. Especially after being transferred to different courts so many times. You had to master your emotions to perfection… especially the feeling of loneliness that was getting worse every day.

"Well, that's good that I have enough time to play a foolish, wayward, snobbish noble around you… maybe you won't feel so lonely, anymore." you joked, not knowing if you were saying it out of a duty to get close to him or from the depths of your completely lost and confused heart, which always acted like that near him.

"You're not the worst noblewoman I've ever met." the amused note returned to his voice, as did the twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

"Maybe you just didn't know me good enough?" you asked, stopping by the stables and letting go of his arm.

"Maybe..." he replied thoughtfully, not letting go of your hand.

You turned back to him. Your gaze lingered on your joined hands for a moment, until you shifted your confused gaze to him.

The moment your eyes met his, any questions you wanted to ask him escaped your mind. You could only stare blankly into his eyes. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you flashed an image of the younger Aleksander you dreamed of... the exact same one who was giving you an affectionate look like the general was doing now.

"Aleksander." you whispered, not even realising when the idea of saying his name popped into your head.

You were besotted, too mesmerised by the dark irises that stared at you like some saint, like you were all he ever wanted to look at for the rest of his life, to think of anything other than getting closer to him.

And the worst of it all was that you had no idea how you knew the smell of his cologne and why it reminded you of home, of safety. Or why he seemed so familiar to you…

"Yes, milaya?" you trembled. You knew he felt it; you knew he saw how you reacted to the nickname his younger version gives you every night in your dreams… and although it reminded you of something only a close person could say to their beloved, for the hell you didn't know what it meant or how he knew about it. But before you could answer something (or take the one little step that lasted between you and him to feel his lips on yours), Ivan arrived with your horses. "Thank you, Ivan." the general cleared his throat. You could tell by the tone of his voice that he wasn't happy about being interrupted either.

"General. Let me remind you that in two hours…"

"Postpone all my appointments. I'll be unavailable." you couldn't help but send Ivan a victorious smile from behind Kirigan's shoulder, which made heartrender wince. Aleksander turned to glance at you, and you gave him a nice, polite smile, making sure the flash of malice disappeared from your eyes. The man shifted his confused looks to Ivan. "I'll be back tonight. Lady Petrova needs an escort."

"Of course, General, have a nice trip."

"Thank you, Ivan."

You gave Grisha a fleeting glance and malicious smile before you and Aleksander left the palace grounds. Ivan has tried to stop the general from joining you more than once this month... he has failed miserably each time. Seeing Grisha grumpier than usual was another advantage of your quest... besides being with Aleksander.

"Wanna race?!" you shouted, not giving him time to answer as you galloped your horse along, laughing as the general chased after you.

~•♤♤♤•~

"Forgotten fountain in the middle of the forest? I didn't think you knew such romantic places, general." you said with a teasing smile as you dismounted from your horses.

"You find it romantic?" he asked, throwing an amused glance over his shoulder as he tossed out the branches in the fountain. You smiled, internally laughing at how the great general commanding the entire Second Army was preparing the atmosphere for your pseudo date.

"Oh, don't tease me. You know what I meant. It's amazing that with your work schedule you have time to wander around and find places like this."

"You do realize I have free time sometimes, right?"

"Rearranging figures on a war table is no leisure time, General." Kirigan snorted, shaking his head in amusement. You smiled as you walked over to the fountain to stand next to him. Only then did you see what was so amazing about her that the general brought you here. It was dedicated to the Black Heretic. "Wait… that's your ancestor's story, isn't it?"

"You know it just from those old pictures?" he asked, apparently impressed with your knowledge, to which you snorted indignantly.

"Of course. Every child in Ravka know his story... well, or at least they should. To be honest, I'm not sure how ignorant the other nobles are, but I hope they're not that bad after all. But I'm guessing you didn't bring me here for a history lesson, did you?"

"When I was a boy, I used to run away and hide here once I realised I was the descendant of the most hated Grisha in Ravka. I've come here to throw a coin and make a wish in the fountain that I could be anyone else."

"A dangerous wish." I murmured as I looked at the pictures on the fountain to avoid his scrutinising gaze. "You never know what fate may befall you. It may turn out that things weren't so bad after all." I replied, remembering all the stories of noblewomen I had the opportunity to know... not all of them lived wonderful, fairy-tale lives. At least not the ones with powdered bruises.

"I devoted my life to undoing the greatest sin of my forbear. But I never seen this as a solution. Only as a reminder of the problem. They always need someone to blame."

"Every story needs a villain." you replied, sitting on the edge of the fountain, facing the general. "Sometimes it happens that there are several of them in one, if we look at the matter from the perspective of someone else. So forgive me if I say that I don't consider your ancestor to be evil incarnate."

"Why wouldn't you?" he asked curiously, walking over to you and sitting across from you.

"Every coin has two sides. Maybe he created a fold; maybe he wanted more power, but no one ever told it from his side. Maybe he wasn't the only villain in this story. Also, I don't believe in a golden hero and a vicious villain fighting doggedly against each other. There are no pure black or white people; we are all grey in our own way." you said, dipping your hand in the water, playing with it, and making small waves with your hand movements.

You glanced at the general, noticing that he was closely watching as you played with the water. You furrowed your brow, not knowing what so interesting he sees in this childish behaviour.

"And how gray are you?" his question snapped you out of your thoughts. You shrugged, still running your fingers through the water.

"I think I still have a long way to go to find out."

"What if I already know?" you frowned as you looked at him, which turned out to be your worst mistake. His dark eyes were to be your undoing…

You felt it again. This need to be close to him, this bond between you and him that was formed from the moment your eyes met in the ballroom a month ago. You were supposed to be his undoing, the downfall of the great, black general... so far, he's been the one who's been messing with your mind effectively, making you doubt everything your father ever taught you about your superiority over the Grishas. And you played the role Kirigan expected of you, like a foolish, naive girl.

"And how would you know that?" you whispered, cursing yourself for the obvious weakness in your voice.

Kirigan placed his hand on yours, the one you used to lean on at the fountain. His touch sent that weird feeling into your chest and made you shiver uncontrollably again. You were losing control… and the worst part was that you didn't mind at all.

"I feel like I've known you and waited for you my whole life. As if you were long lost part of me, which finally came back." you couldn't get rid of that terrible feeling of déjà vu that came over you after his words.

Somewhere in the back of your mind and deep in your heart, you had the feeling—no, you were SURE—that you had been in this situation before. That he once held your hand, telling you that you were destined to be together and that the stars, fate, destiny, saints, gods, or whoever was watching over you were responsible for bringing your souls together.

But it was impossible. You didn't know him before, you couldn't. You've never been to the king's palace until now…

However, everything ceased to matter the moment he leaned in, crossing the short distance between you and catching your lips in a kiss.

You gasped in surprise, your only warning being his tighter grip on your hand, which you only noticed after his soft lips gently pressed against yours. However, you had the sense to return his kiss, deepening it just as you felt Aleksander about to pull away from you.

He grabbed your waist tightly with one arm, pulling you to him, but he never let go of his firm grip on your hand.

You groaned, sinking into the so damn familiar closeness of his body against yours, taking in every ounce of his warmth and scent. But it was his gentle biting on your bottom lip that made you forget anything other than his lips on yours and let yourself get completely lost in the moment. You took your hand out of the water, grabbing the back of his head to get as close to him as possible, when suddenly a huge wave of cold, chilly water splashed you.

You gasped, breaking away from Kirigan. You sighed as cool water dripped from your hair onto your already-soaked dress that was sticking to your skin. You shifted your confused gaze to the equally wet man in front of you, who stared at you with an incomprehensible, fascinated twinkle in his eye.

"What have just happened?" you gasped, glancing at the now empty fountain.

"Are you asking about our kiss or the fact that you just demonstrated tidemaker's abilities?"

"What? No. I can't be Grisha. I…"

"Have you ever been tested, milaya?" he asked softly, so calmly he almost managed to calm your frantically beating heart. But you couldn't shake the feeling of panic rising within you. All plans would go to hell if you turned out to be… one of THEM.

"You know perfectly well what it is like among the nobles. They would rather kill or throw away a child with such powers." you replied, marvelling at how you managed to sound cold and emotionless despite your growing fear.

Kirigan frowned, obviously dissatisfied with your ability to cover up your emotions. What you didn't know was that your eyes betrayed all your emotions to him. He'd stared at them for so long that it would be impossible for him now not to be able to read your emotions.

"Well… it's always better to know, isn't it?" you stared at him for a moment before you nodded uncertainly, swallowing nervously. You couldn't be Grisha. That… whatever happened, it couldn't be it. "May I?" he made sure, pointing to the sleeve of your dress. You nodded silently.

For a moment, the world stops. It's just you and the general, who, with unusual delicacy for him, rolls up the sleeve of your wet dress and uses his sharp-pointed ring to cut your skin.

You're both shocked and oddly excited to see the water gushing out and the hot fire coming from where he cut your skin. Suddenly, a wind rises around you, drying you both and blowing some of the leaves off the trees into the empty fountain. You freeze, feeling the dormant power coursing through your veins, which the general's touch awakens with incredible ease.

It's like he's bringing to life a version of yourself you don't know...

"You are a Grisha. Etherealki Tribrid to be precise." he says, breaking the silence between you. You raise your confused gaze back to him, noticing that he's still studying your face. Weighing, evaluating, expecting something, and having hope so clearly written in his dark eyes that for a moment you are at a loss for words.

"You… you don't seem surprised." you manage to get out of you. You are terrified of your weakness right now. But with the general staring at you with such... tenderness and longing, you're not sure which of you has put your heart in more danger. You just don't know what caused this sudden, overt display of affection for you.

"I felt your power. Only someone special could carry such a huge amount of energy. You and I are going to change the world, Y/N."

"But… I can't… no one can know about this. Please, Aleksander." you pleaded in a panic, gripping his hand tightly. "Promise me that this will stay between us. If my father finds out about this… if the court finds out… Please, Aleksander." the man was staring at you. Apparently, the prospect of having a tribrid in his army was too tempting for him to just forget what had happened here. You had to convince him otherwise. "Wouldn't it be better if it stayed between us? You could train me yourself. Secretly teach me how to use… this. Wouldn't it be better to have a secret weapon? Someone who can be summoned to the battlefield if needed and used as an element of surprise?"

"I don't want to use you." he growled, wrinkling his nose as he realized how sharp his words had come out. "I want you to be my equal, Y/N. But fine. We'll keep everything that happened here to ourselves. You'll come to my office every night so we can train."

"Every night? You want to cause a scandal, General?" you ask, regaining your ability to joke and banter.

For now, you hide all your doubts, fear and greyness that your life will change irreversibly in the back of your head. You allow yourself to get lost in the general's eyes for a while before returning to real life… before you have to decide what to do about the "Grishas case", knowing your newfound abilities now.

"Do you care?" you know what he's asking you, but he doesn't know how many different meanings his question has for you. And you're afraid that once he finds out about your plan against him and against his people, he'll stop looking at you with that... adoration in his eyes. Because, for some strange reason, you want him to look at you like that.

"No…" you replied, moving your gaze between his mouth and eyes. "I guess not."

~•♤♤♤•~

"I can't believe it! How did you know that was my favorite dish?!" I ask him after another grueling session of our training as he returns with a dinner brought to his door by servants.

"I have my ways." he responds, laughing as you practically pounce on the food ravenously. You didn't realize that using Grisha's powers was so… exhausting.

"Just like my allergy to the awful pollen that's out now, what particular, specific type of tea do I like, and what books do I prefer to read? What's next? Just hand me my favourite flowers and tell me it's pure case?" you laugh over your plate, glancing at him briefly. The general blushes slightly and clears his throat awkwardly. "Oh, Saints, you do have flowers for me, don't you?" you asked as a little smirk started to form on your face.

"It seems to you, vain little tribrid." you tremble at his words, and that sick feeling of deja vu follows you every time his damn dark irises pierce your soul. If he wanted you to go crazy, you're sure he was well on his way to making it happen.

Aleksander, on the other hand, stared longingly at you, searching for any trace of recognition in your eyes. How many times in those training sessions has he wished your memories of living with him would come back to you? He didn't know. Ever since he made sure you displayed the powers of virtually all ethereals, he's spent countless sleepless nights in his bed dreaming of the moment you'll whisper that damn nickname you love for him.

But nothing like that was coming.

Instead, he had to fight this urge to kiss you to death, to hold you forever in his safe arms where nothing could hurt you. He had to fight his longing for your slightest touch, your tender gaze, and the unconditional love you had. And with each passing day, he cursed himself for his inability to remember the life you two had spent together.

He was desperate enough to talk to his mother about it. He went to her as soon as he was sure it was really you to brag about his hunch and victory over her judgement. And complain about your innate ability to spite him and not remember him when he worked so hard to make it happen.

"If it's not her, then explain to me how she's already ruining all my plans and is getting on my nerves?" he asked, raising an inquiring eyebrow at Baghra.

"Just because you have a natural bad luck with women doesn't mean Y/N is back from the dead." she replied ironically, not even looking up at him.

"It is her. And when I prove it, forget about seeing her, because I won't let you."

"I'm not a spoiled child, General." you laugh back, snapping him out of his thoughts as cool water hits his chest. He raises an eyebrow at you, failing to keep an amused smile from spreading across his lips.

Saints, how he wants to kiss that malicious smirk off your alluring lips. But he has to be careful with you. He has to control himself. He can't lose you or scare you away now, not when he's so close to getting HIS Y/N back.

"You're definitely acting like one." he replies teasingly as he takes out the flowers hidden behind his back and hands them to you.

You sigh in shock before another heart-melting smile appears on your lips. You dip your nose in the flowers, and Aleksander tries to remember this moment forever. The silent hope that you will remember one of the many times he gave you those special flowers you loved bursts into unwillingness in his chest.

"Please, as if you don't like to spoil me…" you just reply teasingly, reminding him how fate was never on his side. It would be impossible for him to just get you back like that.

"I'd throw all the jewels in the world at your feet just to see that beautiful, wide smile spread across your lips." you tremble under his heavy, intent gaze, feeling him ignite that familiar, strange fire inside you, calling for him.

The answer to his confession just slipped out of your mouth as a whisper.

"You don't need jewels to make me smile like a fool in love."

Aleksander flinched as he recognised the words you said to him—the exact same words you used in response to his confession hundreds of years ago. You liked torturing him with it. Remind him of stolen moments with you in the woods, away from the king's men, his mother, and other envious people too scared of your abilities to see you as anything more than a dangerous monster. You loved throwing him into the past, while you stuck hard to what was happening now. At times like this, he promised himself that once he had you back, he would never let you go. He won't be that weak to let someone take you from him again.

You, in turn, watched him bewildered as another vision/memory flashed before your eyes. His warm lips on your wind-cold skin, his whispered promises in your ear as he held you close to him, his shadows dancing around you, shielding anyone from seeing you two.

That memory revived in your mind as the general's lips met yours.

Kissing him, enjoying the firm grip around your waist, you had those strange visions again. You were beginning to wonder if the general had seen through your cunning plan and decided to punish you by driving you crazy with these supposed memories.

But you didn't want to do anything about it. Not when he felt so good against you.

You kiss him greedily, tangling your hands in his hair and pulling him closer to you. He picks you up, placing you on his war table. Your hands travel up his shoulders to the buttons of his kefta and his to the strings of your corset at the back of your dress...

Just then, a loud knock interrupts you.

You laugh in disbelief that they're bothering you again. Aleksander smiles, biting his lip as he looks at you with amusement in his eyes. How he missed your sincere, carefree laugh.

"Go see what it is." you whisper to him as you slide off the table to stand on your own feet. Aleksander smirks mischievously and leans in to steal a kiss from you. You giggle as you push him away and whisper a softly "go".

You blush, feeling like a teenager caught kissing a boy. And you have a very strange feeling that this has happened before...

"Aleksander!" you squeal, laughing as quietly as you can. "Someone will see us!" you reprimand him by tapping him lightly in the chest.

"Only if you keep being so loud. Besides, how can you blame me for wanting to kiss my beautiful beloved after weeks apart?"

"Your secret beloved I would like to point out. Baghra and my parents will kill us if they find us here." you remind him, only smiling wider as his grip tightens around your waist.

"They'll have to go through my shadows first… that gives us enough time to escape."

"Well, well, what a cunning boyfriend I have. I like that plan of yours." I whisper into his lips, teasing him, as I move away each time he wants to kiss me.

"Y/N?" Aleksander's whisper and his gentle grip on my shoulder pulls me out of my memories. "Everything's all right?" he looks at you with concern in his eyes and something else, something like longing mixed with hope. You have no idea what it could be.

NO. I have strange visions of you where you love and need me more than anything in this world. I have dreams of a reality where it's just us, too busy loving ourselves to see anything else or care about all the problems in the world. And I have a feeling that I'm going to go crazy if you once again arouse in me that feeling of familiarity and fire that for some unknown reason cries out desperately for your slightest touch and affection. - you think.

"I'm fine, just thought of something. What did Ivan want from you?" I ask with a gentle smile.

"I have to go now. The First Army soldiers and my Grishas have reportedly gotten into some kind of fight. I need to investigate it."

You freeze, knowing full well what's going on. Your and your father's plan. Kirigan is about to get into the middle of a fight caused by the people of the first army (actually hired by your father's thugs). A fight with a general defending his people in the main role will start, which your father and the king are supposed to come across by "pure accident". You were supposed to let him get into your trap.

"I'll be back as soon as I can. Don't worry, it's probably some stupid skirmish." he assures you, but you know better. You know that once he goes there, he will be banished at best for suspicion of treason and wanting to start a rebellion - rumours your father is now spreading to the king.

Your brain screams for you to let it go. You were Grisha, but people like you would never accept you; you knew that. And the nobles would kick you out if they found out about your powers; it was safer for you to get rid of the general, the only person who knew about your abilities.

But your stupid heart already bled at the thought of putting Aleksander in danger and being the cause of his downfall—the thing you were supposed to be so proud of only a few months ago.

"Wait!" you scream, reaching for his hand before he steps away from you. You lost. You lost the war with the devil and sold him your heart and the soul he had anyway, since he kissed you at the fountain, since he started appearing in your dreams as a strange vision of an alternate world where you live with him as his. A vision you desperately wanted to come true. "Please don't go."

"Why?" he asks, placing his hands gently on your shoulders.

"I... you can't... trap... my father... and king... they..." you hyperventilate, tears welling up in your eyes uncontrollably, and an indescribably great feeling of unease seizes you, making it a huge challenge to take even the slightest breath.

Suddenly, all you hear is a buzzing in your ears. Slowly, your knees weaken, and you fall straight into the waiting arms of Aleksander, who looks like he's screaming something. You are enveloped in blissful darkness.

But before you lose your consciousness one thought runs through your mind.

What the hell did I did?

~•♤♤♤•~

You opened your eyes. It was dawn. You were in a clearing near some castle ruins. There were a lot of soldiers around you.

You slowly got up on your elbows and lifted yourself off the ground. You tried to push your way through the crowd of soldiers, but as soon as your arm was about to touch one of them, you felt yourself walking through it. You froze in place.

The sound of Aleksander's voice snapped you out of your daze. You walked forward, passing through the soldiers as you reached the stairs of the palace ruins.

It was a younger version of him, exactly the one you saw in your dreams. But this time it wasn't a pleasant dream. The love in his eyes was replaced by pure fear and fury.

You turned to where he was staring and gasped as you spotted a beaten, bloodied version of yourself held by one of the king's soldiers.

"Surrender. Or your girl will die." Aleksander stared at the younger version of you, trying to make eye contact with you, making sure you were still holding on to your life for him, despite the gruesome state you were in. "This one was brave. She was willing to die than reveal your hiding place. Fortunately, we got another, weaker one. Now, you better hurry before that bitch bleeds to death."

Tears began to form in Aleksander's eyes. He raised his trembling hands in surrender. You lifted your head with difficulty, watching him.

Then all hell broke loose. You set a soldier on fire and started a great fire. You tried to approach Aleksander and he came to you, but the soldiers around you were faster. One of them caught you; the rest kept Aleksander, who was struggling with all his strength, from rushing to your rescue and summoning his shadows. The soldier drew his dagger.

Your eyes and Aleksander's did not separate for a moment. Desperation and fear were reflected in his eyes, which met your gaze full of sadness and fear for his life.

"Aleksander, I love you-AGH!" you tell him when a soldier pierces your heart with a dagger in front of your beloved.

"Y/N!" Aleksander screams, tears in his eyes obscuring his vision at your last breath and your last look at him. He is overcome with rage, grief, and frustration so great that he can do nothing but scream.

His scream proves deadly. Deadly for his enemies.

His grief, desperation, and tremendous pain piercing his heart and seeing his beloved Y/N die raised within him a power so great that it covered the world in the darkness of his shadow.

And so the fold is born.

And Aleksander remains utterly alone in his darkness.

~•♤♤♤•~

You jump out of bed, screaming. You just saw yourself die... but it wasn't you, was it? It's just your twisted imagination. Aleksander couldn't... couldn't create the fold. The Black Heretic lived hundreds of years before you; it couldn't be true. It's just your sick imagination. You kept telling yourself.

You looked around the room, recognising that you were in the general's bedroom. You changed out of his black shirt, which you don't know who put you in, and left the bedroom in a hurry. You didn't know how Aleksander would treat you after he found out about your father's plan, and he certainly did after your panic attack in his war room. You also didn't want to risk getting caught in the general's chamber.

You were about to leave Aleksander's chamber, but someone's hand grabbed your arm tightly and covered your mouth. You tried to wriggle out of his attacker's grip, but in vain. Fortunately, the stranger let you go as soon as you entered one of the secret passages of the Little Palace.

You turned around, freezing as you came face to face with the woman haunting your dreams…

"Who are you?" you whispered in horror, recognizing the woman as the light from her torch illuminated her face.

"It doesn't matter. You need to get out of here as soon as possible." she grabbed your hand again in a strong, bruising grip, but this time you managed to pull away from her.

"Who the hell are you?! Why am I dreaming about you and some Aleksander?! How do I know you, Baghra?!"

"Hush for the saints! We're not far from his room." she tried to silence you, fearing that at any moment you would bring Aleksander back to his chambers here.

"Whose room? General's? What does he have to do with it? What the hell is going on here?!"

"Shut up you stupid girl before he comes here. I'm trying to save you."

"Saved me from what? I don't need a hero, thank you very much. All I want to know is why I'm having these fucking visions about you. Who are you? Why am I having some weird flashbacks about you from hundreds of years ago?" you ask, tired of it all, trying to finally get to the truth, whatever it may be.

"Aleksander was right… it's true. It's really you." she says in shock, eyeing you closely as you use all your powers in anger, summoning both fire, water and a light breeze in the deserted secret passage.

"Aleksander? Which one? Kirigan or some other? Answer me for the love of saints!" you scream at her, feeling like you're about to lose your mind at any moment.

"Child, there is only one Aleksander. My son. Aleksander Morozova. Black Heretic. General Kirigan and many other names he's taken since you died."

"What? What are you talking about? It's impossible, a Black Heretic lived hundreds of years ago… wait. Since I died? What do you mean by since I die?" the vision you just had haunts you again. Your blood, Alexander's screams. Screams of people turned by his grief, anger and rage into volcra as he creates a fold...

"You real name is Y/N…"

"BAGHRA!" Aleksander's furious scream echoes through the deserted corridor. He walks over to me faster than I can blink and stands between me and his supposed mother. "Go away."

"Aleksander..." she begins in a serious tone, but one dark look from the general keeps her silent. Never, not even during their worst quarrels, had he dared to oppose her so openly, so hostilely.

"I said... Go. Away." Baghra looks at you. Half in disappointment, half in fear, knowing full well the reason why her son is ready to use his shadows on her.

She lets go. This time. She knows full well he can't bring back your memories anyway. Or at least she hopes so.

Shee leaves you alone in a dark corridor. Aleksander slowly turns to you and reaches for you, but you pull away before his fingertips even try to touch you. He freezes. He watches you fearfully, afraid of what Baghra might have told you to make you so disgusted by his small touch.

"Don't take a step further. Why do I know you? Why did YOU know me before anything started between us? What the hell is this all about?!"

"Y/N... you need to calm down." he tries to calm you down as he sees you gasping for breath again. He reaches out to touch your cheek tenderly but you jump away from him. The fire begins to slowly circulate around your hands as you unknowingly summon it.

"DO NOT TOUCH ME! Who are you? Who are you to me? That's true? Are you a Black Heretic? What is going on here?!" you scream, you feel an indescribable power flowing through you that you are unable to control, a flood of emotions floods your mind, and your powers go out of control as a great wind rises and the corridor begins to slowly fill with water. The fire in your hands grows bigger, more alive, more uncontrollable.

"My milaya, please... try to calm down for me." he says, taking a step towards you with his hands up so you can see his every little move, every attempt to touch you.

"What am I?" you whisper, your tears flow freely, the water begins to rise faster and faster, the wind is so great that it blows both his and your hair and his black kefta in all directions, and the living fire from your hands prevents him from approaching you without risk of burning himself. But Aleksander doesn't care.

He wades towards you through the water that comes up to his hips and cups your face with both hands, forcing you to look him in the eyes. As soon as his skin touches yours, everything stops. The wind stops blowing, the fire disappears, and the water stops at a constant level. It is quiet. Eerily silent as you stare at him in a daze, tears dripping from your eyes into the makeshift river you created in the hallway.

"You know who you are. Just reach for it. Please, come back to me, Y/N Y/L/N. Moya milaya, moya lapushka..." he pleads, resting his forehead against yours.

You close your eyes. The flood of vivid memories makes your head hurt, but as soon as all the images are gone from your eyes, you open them to look into those familiar dark irises that pierce through you. And you cry with relief, finally knowing perfectly well how you know him, why you associate him with home, peace, love, unconditional devotion.

"Sasha?" you whisper, afraid you've gone completely insane, that it's all a nasty, twisted figment of your imagination.

And Aleksander sighs with relief hearing that damn diminutive he missed so much.

"It's me. My beloved Y/N. My life. My Light. My tribrid. You are finally here." he takes you in his arms as tears flow freely down your cheeks. You snuggle into him, your nose brushing his neck as you inhale the damn good smell of his perfume. Aleksander buries his nose in your hair, trying to hold back tears as he trembles uncontrollably. He finally had you. After hundreds of years, months of torture where he had you at his fingertips but couldn't touch you properly, you were finally with him. "Eya fyela chi." he whispers in old Ravkan, making you laugh in relief.

"I love you too, Sasha. I promise I'm not going anywhere anymore. Nobody and nothing will take me away from you."

"Brave of you to think I'd let you go anywhere. You stay by my side. Forever. I won't waste such a wonderful gift from the saints, my little flame." he says, kissing your temple.

You shiver for the first time enjoying the familiar feeling of love and warmth that comes with this tender gesture, often repeated by him in the past.

He leaned in, catching your lips in a passionate, long-awaited kiss. And you couldn't do anything other than enjoy the taste of his lips on yours and how you could create new memories with him without the old ones attacking you with every touch he made. You are no longer an intruder in your own body. And the unknown fire calling for him turned into the familiar flame of love.

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Eddie's girl vs hellfire

What happens when it's his girl vs his friends?

- reader is a slight crybaby, spoiled and tad bratty. And Eddie's friends are assholes.

Not proofread

Y/N is not afraid to admit she is spoiled and has an attitude. She grew up rich with no siblings. Everything was handed to her on a silver platter. That's just her life. People liked her and some people hated her. She can't help how others feel. She has a close circle of friends, she was a very nice person. Many people adored her. And some couldn't handle the spoiled rich part of her. Which she understands.

So when she set her eyes on Eddie Munson, everyone was confused. Even him. Staring wide eyed as she sat at his lunch table. Her perfectly painted nails touching his arm as she asked about his band. She has a thing for bands, and a huge thing for Eddie Munson.

Eddie didn't believe her at first. There was no way a girl like that would be interested in Eddie. He waited for when she told him it was a joke, laughing and walking away.

But as she sat on his couch, reading a how to DnD guide, her feet on his lap. He wasn't sure when the punchline was going to hit. They've been seeing each other for four months. She was constantly around but he liked that. He loved her company. She was so easy to talk to, way more intelligent than he thought. She was creative and funny.

He will admit he judged her based on her money but it didn't seem to go to her head. Sure, she sometimes lets her spoil side come out. She never treated him less, not even equal, she treated him like he was on a pedestal.

"you know you are easily the most gorgeous boy I've ever met?" Purring into his ear as her glossy lips kissed his skin

"I know. You tell me every day" he laughed. Her nipping at his skin as a result

"don't be mean" she sassed.

She was also sensitive. Way more sensitive than he thought.

"I lost it" her wet eyes were staring up at him as she cried. Trying to choke back her sobs so she could talk

"baby. Honestly I don't even care" he smiled, gently rubbing her arm

"but you gave me it! It's special" she whined, throwing her head back as she hit the floor with her heel

"it was a random rock I found on our date. It's fine" he laughed

To him, she was the most perfect angel in the world.

But to his friends?

They thought she was full of it.

Easily believing she was playing a game and they weren't going to let her win.

Eddie wasn't the same. He was too occupied with her to pay attention to his friends. It may sound stupid but hellfire was all they had with each other. They were brothers and they were hurt they were left behind.

"she's gone. We need to get her out of here" Gareth sighed as he rubbed his temples

"we need to break them up. Eddie is different. She's a problem and going to hurt him. We can't trust her!" Jeff said, the table agreeing.

That's how it started, the lies and the scheming.

"she really said that? I can't believe she'd do that to Eddie!" Gareth said loudly, the hallways were mostly empty as school ended. A few lockers away from hellfire.

Eddie heard his name and rounded the corner. Seeing his two best friends talking in whisperers. He walked close but tried to stay hidden

"I know! I heard her tell Jason that it was all a joke to get him to prom. Drag him along then bam, right there at prom break up with him in front of everyone" Jeff said, eyes catching as Eddie stumbled closer

"how do we tell Eddie?" Gareth tried to hide his smirk

"I don't know but we should"

Eddie felt like he was seconds away from bursting into tears. Rushing fast to the bathroom as he paced in front of the mirror. He should have known better. Four months relationship with a popular cheerleader? Yeah fucking right.

He was the town freak and she had a rich daddy who could buy her any boy she wanted. Why would she want him?

Y/N paced nervously in the gym. She had everything planned for how she wanted to ask Eddie to prom. She knew he wouldn't want it huge, too crazy or in front of a large crowd. So she figured the gym was a good place. It would be cleared out by the time the game and hellfire was over. All the students would be leaving the parking lot and nowhere near the room. Chrissy and a few of the other girls stayed behind to help her set up. Encouraging her as she panicked.

"here he comes. Just breath. He'll say yes" Chrissy said with a smile, kissing her friends cheek as she quickly ran behind the bleachers.

Eddie took a deep breath. His girlfriend asked to meet after her cheerleading and he was nervous. She was going to ask him to prom, to humiliate him in front of everyone.

"baby!" She said happily, running to jump in his arms. Frowning as he didn't bother to try to catch her or hold her back

"are you okay? Did the campaign go not like you planned?" She asked

Eddie wanted to laugh at how genuine she sounded. She should almost be an actress.

"it's whatever. What did you want?" He asked, no emotion in his eyes or voice

That made her more nervous. Eyes looking towards the bleachers and catching Chrissy's encouraging thumbs up.

She nodded to herself and opened up her backpack. Pulling out a hand made DnD looking game.

He hated the way his heart skipped a beat. The piece of paper was all drawn by hand, exactly like his own game board. Setting it on the bleachers next to him.

But prom was written in the center. 2 places

Yes

She coughed as she handed him the small game piece. He eyed it carefully, it was his hellfire characters created out of clay.

Why was she trying so hard if she was going to humiliate him?

"Eddie?" She said quietly. Watching as he stared at the character, not moving an inch.

She took a deep breath when his character started moving closer to the game board.

...

....

Heart dropping in her stomach as he landed his piece on

Her eyes snapped up to his, hurt easily swimming in her eyes

"go fuck yourself. We're done" he spat, leaving the piece on the board as he walked out of the gym

The door slammed behind him, echoing in the gym.

"honey?" Chrissy said softly

"don't please" Y/N cried softly. Tearing the paper to shreds and stomping on his character piece. Grabbing her backpack and running to the locker room.

Chrissy sighed as she cleaned up the paper, picking up the pieces of the character.

Prom was at least two months away, giving her time to heal and go with friends instead. She was humiliated after last night and hadn't looked at Eddie once. Sitting back at her own lunch table, silently crying as Chrissy held her hand under the table.

Gareth smirked as he saw her back at the old table

Quickly erasing it from his face when Eddie sat down. Smell of weed on his clothes, eyes red and swollen. He looked like shit.

"hey Eddie, you okay?" Dustin asked

Shrinking in his chair as Eddie's heated glare landed on him

"I'm perfect Henderson" he snarled

"where's Y/N?" Mike asked, not noticing the flinch to Eddie's body as he heard the name

"she's no longer important" he spat out

Silently sitting at his table. Eyes are already moving to her. Watching as she slowly picked at her food. Good, he thought, she didn't get to win.

A week passed and she felt like it was time to at least ask for answers, while dropping off some of his sweatshirts.

She knocked on his door with a heavy heart. A small smile on her lips as he opened the door. Seeing him so close felt like a kick in the gut. He was beautiful. He looked so sad and she just wanted to hug him.

"hi Eddie"

"what do you want?"

She flinched at his cold tone. She nodded and swallowed her sobs

"I wanted to give you this," handing over the box. Shuddering as her hands touched his again, " and ask why" she choked out.

Eddie gripped the box harshly

"why? Why what?" He snapped, chuckling in anger

"why did you say no? Why did you break up with me? I've never seen you so mean and it was targeted at me"

Eddie tried to look away from her tears. Refusing to be sucked into her game.

"because you were going to do it first" he shrugged

"what are you ta-"

"shame on me. For actually thinking the spoiled princess would care about anyone but herself. Should have known you were no different. Just as fake and shallow. Leave me the fuck alone" ignoring as her eyes flooded with tears.

She watched as the door slammed shut on her face.

The guilt started to sink in, Gareth could see his best friend slowly falling apart. He always smelled of weed, always high and never involved. He stares blankly into space all the time. He stopped planning campaigns. Every time Gareth went to his trailer he was two blunts in and strumming his guitar.

Gareth thought after a month, Eddie would be over it. But he wasn't. He was still sulked up in his bedroom.

And after two months, Eddie was getting deeper into his thoughts.

The prom was just a week away. Sulking as all the posters reminded him of why him and his girlfriend broke up.

"Eddie man? I need to tell you something" Gareth said nervously. Watching as Eddie groaned as he ripped apart the prom flyer on his locker.

"what?" He spat, yanking out books he won't even use.

"I know why you broke up with her and it's not true"

Eddie's eyes snapped his Gareth's guilty ones

"excuse me?" Eddie chuckled darkly

"we....Jeff and I... Didn't like her for you and we knew if you thought she was trying to hurt you. We thought she was fak-"

"fake and shallow" Eddie choked out. Remembering how hurt she looked when he said the words.

Gareth nodded

" we honestly thought you'd get over it. We didn't know you liked her that much. I'm so sorry. I should have talked to you instead of lying. "

"just don't talk to me"

Eddie slammed his locker as he marched to class.

"Munson" Chrissy said as she tapped his shoulder

"Chrissy" he said with a sigh

"look I don't know what happened with Y/N but I know that she's very hurt and you broke her heart. You don't deserve this warning but I'm doing it for her because she deserves to go to prom with someone she wants. A boy on the team is going to ask her today. She will say yes. The rest is up to you" she handed him the hellfire character, walking away.

Eddie looked at the character, noticing it was glued together. He felt even more guilty. There was so much detail in the character. She probably spent hours on it, just to break it into pieces, like he did with her heart.

But Eddie was granted a chance to fix things so he was going to take it.

He started off with making Gareth and Jeff apologize. She appreciated it but didn't accept it.

"before you slam the door, can you come outside?" Eddie asked, stepping aside as she walked through the front door

Her eyes caught her front yard filled with candles that spelt prom and roses covering her driveway

"Eddie?" She turned to him

He stood there with a small smile

"this is barely what you deserve. I wish I could afford more. But I'm so sorry. I feel horrible for speaking that way to you. Never giving you a chance to explain. I shouldn't have believed them without talking with you about things first. I shouldn't have believed them anyway. You have done nothing but been caring and sweet to me. I screwed up and I know that. And I would love the chance to make it up to you? Starting with prom?" He asked. Hands gesturing to his candles with a nervous smile.

"I appreciate the apology and this beautiful gesture. It doesn't erase the hurt you cause and you hurt me really bad. But I know that I would love to go to prom with you. After that, we can work on us" she said with a small smile

"thank you. Thank you. Thank you" he said spinning her in the air as she laughed

"I also have this for you" he said, handing her his hellfire character, now glued together

"this is for you" she said laughing trying to hand it back

"but this one is for you" shyly putting a new clay character in her hand

A barely put together and barely a person clump of clay

But it had her eye color and hair

"that's.....that's you" he said, coughing awkwardly. Blushing as she stared at it

"it's gorgeous. Thank you" pecking his cheek softly.

Prom was just as magical as she hoped. Eddie twirled her on the dance floor all night.

He kissed her as he dropped her off.

Spending weeks making sure he fixed every harm he caused. Making sure to use his chance wisely.

After graduation they got back together

She attended a small college in Hawkins

He found a mechanic job in town

Growing stronger every day

She was happy she gave him the second chance

And he was happy he was offered the second chance

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Angst with a happy ending where Reader has been Chrissy’s best friend since childhood, and has had a huge crush on Eddie for a while? They’ve only really interacted in a select few classes over the years until his third senior year.

Reader had been trying to convince Chrissy that she can find someone that will treat her way better than Jason. So, when Chrissy finally breaks up with Jason to pursue someone else, Reader is supposed to be happy. If only Chrissy hadn’t set her sights on Eddie Munson.

Chrissy is pretty, sweet, popular, and always gets what she wants. Right?

Chrissy always gets what she wants, right? NO

⚠️angsty at first but I made it happy!

Y/N hated Jason more than anything. She hated how he treated her best friend like shit. And she hated that he treated her crush like crap. A secret crush though. No one knew she had a crush on Eddie Munson, not even her best friend.

There's a good chance Eddie Munson knew her name, but nothing else about her. She was popular, and Chrissy's friend. But called Jason out on his shit all the time.

She's only had two real conversations with Eddie. Two she remembered and played in her head. Two that he probably didn't even know that happened.

But she stopped by his desk every morning, a small hi on her tongue when she walked to her seat. Her heart skips beats when he looks up with his own smile. Always saying hi back.

When the teacher told them to partner up, she always ran to him.

Chrissy always went to Jason so it wasn't a big deal. Chrissy was always caught up in her boyfriend she never noticed her best friend staring at the hellfire leader with hearts in her eyes.

She was so close to asking Eddie out. Taking the leap but then Chrissy dumped Jason, and set her eyes on someone else.

Y/N felt like she lost all air in her lungs when Chrissy admitted that Eddie Munson was cute. That after their deals she thought he was so funny and smart.

"he's nothing like what people think" Chrissy sighed as she looked over at the hellfire table

"I know. Why do you think I told Jason to shut his mouth?" Y/N snapped

She can't believe she was going to lose the one guy she's ever had a crush on to her best friend.

"he smells so good"

I know Y/N thought. She remembered complimenting him on a random day. Watching as his face blushed.

"he's so creative too!"

Another thing Y/N knew. She caught him sketching during class. Peering over his shoulder as she walked behind him.

Y/N silently ate her lunch, refusing to look at Eddie's table. If Chrissy was now in the picture, there was no way she even had a chance.

But maybe if she did look, she'd see Eddie staring at her.

Chrissy slowly began to be everywhere Eddie was.

"hi Eddie" she said with a huge smile as she walked past him to her seat. Y/N walked behind her. Not bothering to say hello, not like he'd notice now that Chrissy Cunningham was interested.

"um hi" he said fast, eyes following her as she walked by

Shoulders slumped as Y/N ignored his presence. Watching as the two girls sat at their desk. But only one pair of eyes looked back at him.

Y/N felt a ball in her throat when the teacher said to partner up. Chrissy racing to sit next to Eddie. His brown eyes looked at her confused, quickly snapping to see where Y/N was walking to.

He felt himself slump even further in his seat as she sat next to a random student.

"so, I'm thinking..." Chrissy began speaking but he wasn't half listening. Staring as Y/N laughed along with the random boy she picked over him.

Eddie Munson was the only thing Chrissy talked about. Y/N just silently nodded. Never speaking on how much Chrissy was breaking her heart.

She accepted a long time ago that Chrissy was going to end up with Eddie if she wanted to and she couldn't stop it

Eddie wasn't sure what he did wrong. Or why Y/N acted as if he didn't exist. He was mad at himself. Of course a popular girl wasn't going to be interested in him. She just dangled him along for fun. Something to keep her busy.

He wasn't sure why Chrissy was now doing the same thing. Or why Jason suddenly stopped being an ass to him. Maybe Chrissy told him to? Maybe she felt bad for all the shit her boyfriend did so she's trying to make it up to him by being a friend?

He really didn't understand what was going on. But he missed his small interactions with Y/N, and that's all he understood.

"I think I might ask him out" Chrissy said excitedly as she shoved her books into her backpack

"oh wow, really?" Y/n asked, fear in her stomach. This was it. Her chance with Eddie was officially gone

"yeah, I mean I think he's interested. He's always staring at me" she blushed

Neither girl knew he wasn't staring at Chrissy

"yeah that's true" Y/N slightly scoffed. She can't count the times she saw those pretty brown eyes staring at her best friend

"should I do it?" Chrissy asked, anxiousness written all over her face

"yeah definitely. I always said you deserve a great guy and he's definitely the best out of all of them" she said with a small smile. Taking a deep breath as she walked away.

Tomorrow she'd have to watch her best friend date the biggest crush of her life

"Eddie I have something to ask you" Chrissy smiled as Eddie sat across from her

Digging through his lunchbox of weed

"what's up?" His eyes still looking through the lunch box

No idea that her blue eyes were forming into hearts as she watched him

"do you want to go out sometime? Like on a date?"

Eddie froze. His eyes stared at the same bag of weed for minutes. He coughed awkwardly, his throat felt like a desert.

"sorry, uh?" He asked. His eyes looking up at her

Chrissy was asking him on a date?

Why?

"it's just that I really like you and I feel like you like me too. So why don't we get dinner?"

"Chrissy, you are amazing and beautiful. But I'm into someone else and I'm not quite ready to give up on them" he said as gently as he could. He never once thought he'd have to turn down the head cheerleader but life is full of surprises.

"oh! That's totally fine. I'm so sorry, I didn't know you liked someone!" Chrissy apologized

"um yeah. She's kinda been ignoring me so I can see why you didn't know" he tried to laugh it off

Ignoring that it truly hurt that Y/N acted like he was a memory to her

"ignoring you? Why?" Chrissy asked. Her heart of gold wanting to help him

"I have no idea. But maybe you'd know?" Eddie tried to hint

"me? How would I know?"

"it's your best friend"

Chrissy felt her stomach drop

No no no

She did not spend the last few weeks ranting about her huge crush on Eddie while her best friend liked him

"oh my god. Y/N? She likes you? Oh my god, fuck" Chrissy whined, throwing her head into her hands

"well I kinda thought but I was definitely wrong" he shrugged. Closing his lunchbox and pushing it to the side

"no Eddie. She does. I just can't believe I didn't notice. I fucked it up!"

"what do you mean?" Eddie looked at her confused

"she stopped talking to you when I started right?" Chrissy feared the answer. If he said yes she was easily the worst friend in the world

"um yeah I guess? It was like once we became friends she acted like I didn't exist anymore?"

"this is all my fault. I....I broke up with Jason because she's been telling me I deserve someone so much better. And being with him I easily ignored all the signs of her liking you. I knew she liked someone but I never asked. And after Jason, I set my hopes on you, right in front of her. Oh my god. She was just going to suffer and watch. I need to go" Chrissy raced out of the woods

She needed to apologize to her best friend

Eddie tried to absorb all of the information thrown in face

Y/N liked him?

Yes she did

She was hurt because she thought he'd want Chrissy over her

Eddie grabbed all his stuff and ran after Chrissy

Y/N was sitting outside as she finished some homework. Waiting for Chrissy to come back from her deal...or date with Eddie

"Y/N!" Chrissy yelled out breathlessly

Y/N took a deep breath, preparing for the news

"where is he going to take you?" She asked with her best fake smile

"Eddie Munson is the guy you like"

Y/N felt herself stiffen. An awkward chuckle released from her throat

"haha what? No. No I don't. You do. That's you, not me"

"it is. Why don't you tell me? I would have never gone after him"

"Chrissy, come on it's you. Eddie Munson would not look at me twice if he knew you liked him. And that's okay. Really"

Chrissy hated that her best friend thought so low of herself. Just accepting that she wasn't enough

"that's not true"

Y/N felt her body cringe as she heard his deep voice from behind her

She refused to look. Staring terrified at Chrissy, who gave a small smile of encouragement

Eddie rounded the table, sitting across from her. Chrissy gave her a thumbs up and ran to wait in the car

"Eddie it's fine. Chrissy is amazing and she really likes you" Y/N said with a smile.

"that may be true but what about who I like?"

She hated how Eddie stared way too deeply into her eyes. She grew nervous under his stare

"well Chri-"

"I don't like Chrissy gorgeous" smiling as she shut her mouth in seconds

"um huh?"

"I like you Y/N. And I can't even begin to tell you how much I like you. And how hurt I've been watching you ignore me"

She felt guilt bubbling up in her gut. His brown eyes looked so sad. His lips were in a frown as he watched her body deflate.

"I'm sorry. I just thought I'd get in the way" she apologized, eyes looking down at her hands

"you did" her eyes snapped up to his. Hurt clear across her face

"but you didn't get in the way of Chrissy and I. You got in the way of us" he continued

His hand slowly reaching out to touch hers

She swallowed as she felt his skin on her

"us?" She choked out

"I want to take you on a date. And I really want to kiss you. I want to be your boyfriend. I want to always be your partner in class. I want my favorite hi back in my life. My favorite smiling face to be looking at me. I want you" he laced his fingers with hers

Smiling as she clenched his hand tight.

She bit her cheek, trying to keep down her cries as she felt so overwhelmed.

Eddie Munson wanted her

"I want that too" she said quietly

Looking shyly at him through her lashes

"good" he said quietly, slowly leaning over the table towards her

"good" she said breathlessly as she felt herself leaning over the table to meet him half way

His hand softly held her jaw as he connected their lips. Sighing as he felt the softness of her lips.

Kissing Eddie Munson was so much better than she thought it would be like

Throwing her arms over his shoulders as she leaned even more across the table.

Chrissy pumped the air from inside the car.

It was time Y/N got swept off of her feet

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heyyy bby ur writing is absolutely amazing and you’ve already gotten through 4 or 5 of my requests i loved them sm smmm

do you think you could do an eddie x reader where wayne is hesitant about her , he doesn’t trust people cuz he believes anyone will leave eddie & hes like so awful to her , eddie obviously finds out or overhears & eventually it gets happy tho !

This is so cute, absolutely!

I wonder which requests they were!

I can't ever imagine Wayne being mean but I gotta do it for the story

Reader is girly and popular - I feel like that would scare Wayne

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Wayne wasn't too excited when Eddie came bursting through the door, a girl's name on his tongue. Ranting about how the most beautiful and popular girl in the school had asked him out.

Wayne wished he could have been more excited for the boy. But hearing she was popular didn't sit right with him. Popular meant she came from money. And money wasn't something the Munson's had. Why would a rich girl want to date Eddie? He loves Eddie no doubt, but the kid hasn't graduated in two years, and thanks to Wayne, he's poor. It just didn't add up.

The more he heard about Y/N, the more he grew suspicious. Eddie ranted about how she just loves sitting at hellfire. How she loves learning about DnD. She's into the same bands? Wayne doesn't believe so. He thinks this girl is playing his nephew and he definitely wasn't going to sit around and let it happen.

Y/N was obsessed with Eddie the moment she saw his pretty eyes. He was looking all around, his big eyes lost and scared.

Eddie was smart, not many people figured that out. But his English teacher did. His short stories were creative and out of this world, she said. So she sent him off to creative writing, an honors class.

Eddie didn't do school and he sure as hell didn't do honors roll. He didn't want to admit it, but he was terrified. All the preps were in honors. He was going to be fresh blood for these assholes.

But the second she caught him, she was waking up to him with a smile.

"Hey, I have an open spot next to me" she offered. She quickly noticed he was even more gorgeous up close. He smelled of cigarettes and cheap cologne to cover it. But she wanted to smell it all day.

"um thanks" he muttered. Keeping his head low as he followed her.

She sat in the back corner, she hated the preps just as much as anyone. Refusing to sit near them. But this cute guy? He seemed different

"I'm Y/N!" She said, her black manicured hand was shoved in front of him

He sat silently. Looking at her hand, not bothering to shake it,

"Eddie"

It took a while but Eddie warmed up to her. Talking before class and after. Eddie slowly began to see she wasn't an airhead like the rest of the preps. She seemed fun, alive, and friendly. She was funny, and Eddie never laughed so hard with anyone.

Weeks passed and they got partnered to write a story together. Anything they wanted. Eddie grew nervous, knowing he was definitely going to have to see her outside of school.

All because of that small project, they spiraled into a relationship.

A good, real, healthy relationship

Wayne didn't believe it.

Eddie came bouncing on his feet, screaming in excitement that Y/N agreed to be his girlfriend.

Wayne should have been happy for him but he wasn't. He was worried. None of this was going to end well for Eddie. And Wayne needed to stop it before Eddie fell too far.

Y/N held Eddie's hand in a sweaty and tight grip. Her heart was pounding and she was terrified.

"baby? We've been standing here for ten minutes, are you ready?" Eddie asked. Looking at his girlfriend who was shaking in her white and pink sneakers.

"no I can't. What if he hates me?" She panicked.

She looked straight at the trailer door. The only thing keeping her and Wayne separated.

"stop that. He won't! Trust me. He'll adore you the same way I do" Eddie tried to calm her down, kissing her cheek.

"is it too soon? Maybe it is. I'll go wait in the van" she nodded to herself, trying to release her grip on Eddie's hand

"it's not too soon. We've been together for three months. I met your mom" he shrugged

"barely. She was drunk for most of it" Y/N scoffed

"and I still made a good impression!" Eddie joked, smiling as she let out a small laugh

"trust me. He's going to like you. Plus you bought him a mug, how can he say no to that?"

She took a deep breath and nodded. Allowing Eddie to finally knock on the door.

Wayne opened the door to see Eddie, holding the hand of a very beautiful girl. Wayne eyed her clothes. A simple band Tshirt and jeans. Clean sneakers. He wouldn't have been able to tell she was popular if it wasn't for her Leatherman jacket hanging on her arms.

Eddie quickly walked through the door, yanking her in.

"this is my casa" he smiled, bowing before her.

Wayne watched as she laughed, shaking her head as she ruffled Eddie's hair.

Wayne studied her reaction as she looked around the trailer. The way her eyes skimmed past the small kitchen, the small living room, all with a small smile on her face. A smile of pity maybe?

"Y/N this is Wayne, Wayne this is my lovely girlfriend, Y/N"

Wayne watched as a big smile took over her face, her hand reaching for his.

She felt deja vu hit her as Wayne looked at her hand and didn't move to shake it.

"I see where Eddie gets the no shaking hands from" she joked. Eddie laughed awkwardly with her, giving Wayne a look.

She didn't notice it. Simply shrugged it off and moved on.

"I actually bought you something!" She said excitedly, handing Wayne a glittery gift bag.

"she's proud of it" Eddie smiled as he watched her hand the bag over to Wayne.

Wayne opened the bag and saw a mug. He wanted to roll his eyes but kept it back, for Eddie's sake.

"oh thanks"

Y/N wishes she could lie and say the rest of the night went better. But it didn't. Wayne just stared at her all throughout dinner.

Eddie was oblivious to the tension. Eating like he hasn't had food in years. Keeping a hand interlocked with hers. She could feel the heat coming from Wayne. He didn't like her, it was obvious.

Did she come on too strong?

Luckily the night ended, she said goodbye and Eddie brought her home.

She met him and that's all that mattered.

But since Eddie was so oblivious to the tension, he kept bringing her over. She didn't want to hurt her boyfriend's feelings so she always said yes, plus it was better than being at home. Either she's alone or dealing with her drunk mother. Eddie made her forget the bad things.

Wayne didn't appreciate her always being there when he got home. It was like she always was around, leeching on Eddie.

She was sitting on the couch, picking at her nails when Wayne arrived.

"where's Eddie?" He muttered, throwing his keys on the counter

"you ready for the big party baby?" Eddie cheered as he walked out, throwing his red flannel on his arms.

"yep!" She cheered back, but because she could now escape Wayne's evil glare.

"a party?" Wayne scoffed.

She nervously looked over at Wayne. Shrinking under his heated glare.

"um yeah?" Eddie answered confused

"you're taking him to a party? For what? Have him be the big joke? You and your little popular friends scheming to make fun of him? Is that it? My nephew isn't a pawn in your fucking game!" Wayne snapped, his finger was pointing straight at her. Venom in his words.

"Wayne hold on" Eddie interjected fast

"No Eddie no! Girls like this don't mean a thing the say. She's a popular, rich, snotty and spoiled. She doesn't like you Eddie. She's using you for something, I know she is. And when she's done she'll be gone!"

Y/N silently cried behind Eddie's shoulder. She knew Wayne didn't like her but she didn't think he thought of her so cruel.

"Wayne can I say something?" She tried to speak, her voice was weak.

"no you cannot. Get out of my house and stay the fuck away from Eddie!"

"WAYNE STOP" Eddie screamed. His eyes flying between Wayne's angry stare and his girlfriends wet eyes.

"Eddie..." Wayne sighed

"no Wayne! What the actual fuck? You can't speak to her like that"

She smiled as Eddie stood up for her, but she hated to them fighting.

"Eddie it's fine" she tried to say

"no it's not" Eddie scoffed

"stay here baby and we'll leave in a few minutes. Wayne can I talk to you?" Eddie snapped, heading towards his bedroom, slamming the door behind Wayne.

"Eddie listen to me!"

"no listen to me! You are so wrong. She isn't what you think she is. She likes me Wayne, and I know she does. She isn't using me or playing me. How can you even say that?" Eddie questioned. He was angry himself. Embarrassed by his uncle's actions.

"Eddie you are smitten by her and you just don't see it!"

"DON'T SEE WHAT? don't see that she was the first person to talk to me in that class? Don't see that she was the only one who stood up for me? No Wayne, it's you who doesn't see! You don't see the way she lights up my world. You don't see how beautiful her smile is when she looks at me. You don't see how caring she is! Wayne, she believes in me. She goes to all my gigs. She makes me feel safe and supported. She isn't like them. She isn't spoiled, her mother is a drunk. She doesn't have a dad. She spends her free time getting her mom off the floor and taking care of her little brother. She isn't what you think she is. And I can't believe you would judge her based off her fucking outfit and a stereotype. Why don't you see that?" Eddie huffed.

He was growing so frustrated. He was hurt that Wayne didn't see this girl for who she was.

Wayne was silenced. He knew he was wrong. He judged her and he was wrong.

"Eds, I'm sorry"

"tell her, not me" Eddie yanked open the door, walking to his girlfriend who stayed still on the couch.

"do you want me to go?" She whispered, eyes never leaving his

"no baby. We are going to the party" Eddie said, grabbing her hand

"Y/N, can I talk to you please?" Wayne sighed. Guilt was already eating him alive.

She nodded silently, giving him the floor.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't welcoming and not friendly at all. As Eddie's uncle I was scared and I should have been mature. I should have given you a chance before forming a very wrong opinion on you. I can see that Eddie really likes you. And I would like to meet you again, the real you, if you give me the chance"

"yes Wayne of course" she sniffled. She didn't want Eddie to have to suffer with a broken relationship between her and Wayne.

"thanks Wayne" Eddie muttered, walking his girlfriend to the door

"shit! I forgot the present" Eddie panicked, running back to his room.

"a present? What kind of party is this?" Wayne asked

"it's my little brother's birthday" she said quietly.

If Wayne didn't feel like an ass before, he sure did now. Face palming himself harshly.

"shit I'm sorry" he sighed again

"I get it. Eddie's a very sensitive and loving person. You just didn't want him to get hurt but I don't plan to ever hurt him" she confessed.

"Okay I got it. Let's go kick ass at the arcade!" Eddie cheered as he slammed the door behind him.

For once, Wayne felt like Eddie may have been in good hands.

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Eddie's ex- Eddie's ex-girlfriend is back in town and not quietly ( angst)

⚠️it's gonna.......hurt. I cried again

A two part story but all written in one

The beginning is more of the background of how Eddie and Y/N came to be :))

Then the real angst starts

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Y/N and Eddie grew up together. She lived two trailers down with her own broken family. She met Eddie one day as they waited at the bus stop in fifth grade. He had very short hair, eyes were still huge and brown. She remembered everything about growing up with him. From meeting him for the first time all the way to past graduation. They never left each other's sides.

She remembered that his shoes were untied.

"you need to tie your shoes so you don't fall" she scolded. Hands on her hips.

His big eyes looked up and he shrugged, "I don't know how." Looking down at his dirty sneakers that sat untied.

"Your parents not teach you?" She asked

He shook his head with a frown, "my parents are too busy"

She sighed and bent down, slowly instructing him on how to tie his shoes. Smiling big at him. Her ponytails bounced as she jumped up.

"there you go! Now you do the other one"

They practiced tying his shoes everyday at the same bus stop until the day he showed up with them already tied.

A huge smile on his face. Wiggling his foot in front of her

"all by myself" she hugged him as they celebrated. Ever since they were best friends.

She remembered when he broke his arm

"Eddie what happened!" She panicked as Eddie sat next to her in class. A white cast covering his forearm and running down to his hand.

Now both in sixth grade. His hair was buzzed off but his eyes still remained the same.

"I tripped and broke my arm" he shrugged. He easily lied. If she knew the truth, she'd go into momma bear mode. She had this sense of protection over him and he didn't know why. But either way he felt safe with her. Like no one would mess with him when she watched over him.

He smiled as she took out a sharpie, signing her name with a big heart next to it.

She remembered watching his band

She was never interested in signing up for the talent show nor going to the talent show.

She did not want to sit in the auditorium with a bunch of other eighth graders. But when Eddie blushed and said his band was going to play....she bought the ticket instantly.

Sitting in the crowd, definitely the loudest one as she cheered Eddie and his band on.

"you are going to be the biggest star one day!" And she truly believed it

She remembered when his mom left

Doing homework in her bedroom, trying to ignore as her parents screamed at each other.

She jumped when her bedroom window made a nose. Looking over to see Eddie's short curly hair and eyes peaking through.

She opened her window and that's when she noticed he was crying.

"Eddie what's wrong?"

He broke down into sobs. Hugging her body as close as he could. She rubbed his back as she sat them on the floor. Rocking him back and forth as he cried harder.

"she left" he sobbed. Her shirt was getting soaked in his tears but she didn't care or reacted to it

"your mom?" She asked softly. Feeling his hair move against her chin as he nodded.

"she said...now that I'm in highschool...she didn't need to be here anymore"

"it's okay eds. I'm here"

He cried in her arms for hours. Both holding each other. Ignoring her parents fighting in the next room.

She remembered when she found out the truth about Eddie's dad

Her and Eddie were working on their art project. Sitting on his bedroom floor.

"why does sophomore year have to suck?" Eddie whined as he leaned his head against his bed

"it's been two days Eddie" she laughed as she sketched out their character.

They worked in silence until the front door slammed. She noticed that Eddie's body tensed and his eyes snapped to his door, sitting wide open.

He got up faster than light and slammed it shut. Locking the door with heavy breaths.

"Eddie?" She called out softly. His back was to her but she could see how tense his shoulders were. How fast his body was breathing.

He didn't answer. Eyes closed as he silently prayed in his head.

"EDDIE OPEN THE DOOR"his dad screamed as he pounded on the wood. Wiggling the handle fast.

Eddie quickly turned, fear in his eyes as he picked up their mess

"you need to go" he whispered, shoving the materials underneath his bed

She watched confused, "what?"

"listen to me. You need to go home. Now" he grabbed her shoulders and stared straight into her eyes.

The trembling in his voice made her move fast

"okay" she nodded fast. She trusted Eddie and she wasn't going to question him when he clearly seemed upset. He opened his window and helped her lift herself up, grabbing her waist and lifting. She landed on the side of his trailer with a puff.

She looked up again at Eddie

"run" he mouthed.

But she didn't. She heard as his door was busted open

"you talking to someone in here?" She tried to get on her tip toes to see. Finding a chair, she stood on it.

"no dad. No one is here" Eddie sighed

She watched and hid

Tears filling her eyes when Eddie was pushed to the floor, head smacking into his floor

She gasped as his dad grabbed Eddie by the shirt, bringing his face closer to his

"I know you are lying to me. I can smell her" she shivered. She has never seen Eddie's dad. Every time she was over it was just Eddie and his mom. Then once she left, just Eddie.

He was a terrifying man

She cried silently as his dad punched him, kicked him in the stomach repeatedly. She wanted to stop him but she couldn't move. She felt like she was frozen, completely glued to the chair she was standing on, as Eddie coughed up blood, weak voice begging for his dad to stop.

That day still haunted her. And she still regrets that she never did a thing.

She remembered when Wayne took him in

Y/N was biking home from school when she heard screaming and glass shattering coming from Eddie's trailer.

She quickly jumped off her bike and ran through the door

Eddie was pushed against the wall, tears running down his face as his dad choked him. His hands trying to fight off his dad's grip

She didn't think, her body moved without her. Her mouth screaming before her brain comprehended how much danger she put herself in

"LEAVE HIM ALONE" she screamed, jumping on his back and kicking her legs

His dad released his grip and Eddie fell to the floor. Scrambling up fast as his dad backed Y/N against the kitchen counter. Her head smacking the cabinet, causing her grip to loosen. His dad turned quick to her but before he could do anything Eddie tackled him from behind. Both men flew on to the floor.

She quickly ran to the phone as Eddie and his dad fought. Both landing punches on each other.

Within seconds sirens filled the neighborhood. Eddie gasped for breath as his dad jumped up. Running to the window to see blue and red lights flashing. Moving closer to the trailer

She ran to Eddie and sat him up.

"you okay?" She asked

"YOU BITCH!" his dad screamed. Running towards her but Eddie was quick on his feet. Standing in front of her as she stood behind him. Grabbing his hand and clutching for dear life

His dad was breathing heavily as he stared down at Eddie. His angered eyes landed on her. She shrunk further behind Eddie in fear.

"move" he barked

"I'm not letting you fucking touch her" Eddie growled. He breathed a sigh of relief when the cops busted in. Shouting as his dad fell to his knees, hands behind his back.

That night Wayne moved in. Thanking the girl for saving his nephew.

She remembered when she fell in love

"Eddie I swear to God, don't!" She said as she watched Eddie smirk, a snowball placed in his hand.

"I'm sorry. I didn't catch that?" He teased. Walking closer as she backed up.

"do not" she tried again. Quickly turning around to run when she felt the snowball smack her in the back

"EDDIE!" she screamed. Throwing a glare as he laughed his ass off.

He was bent over, clenching his stomach.

"EDDIE" he mocked her scream, laughing harder.

She let out a growl and ran at full speed. Completely knocking him over as she landed on top of him.

He continued to laugh but she realized the mistake on her part.

His eyelashes had tiny snowflakes. His cheeks were red from the cold. His hair was sprawled out all over the snow. His bangs were covered in snowflakes and his smile was huge.

His laughter went silent when she just stared at him

"you okay?" He asked softly. Eyeing her weirdly

She shook her head and laughed it off

"yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" She squeaked

Has Eddie always been this beautiful?

"I don't know. You are looking at me weird" he shrugged

Was she in love....with her best friend?

She grabbed a handful of snow and smashed it on his nose, getting off of him fast and running towards her trailer

Laughing as he screamed "YOU ARE DEAD"

She remembered when he fell in love

Leah Mitchell. A beautiful girl that Y/N had to watch live out her dream.

Eddie fell in love with the dark haired, green eyed, beautiful girl. And he fell fast and hard. At the age of 16.

Y/N spent years crying in bed every night after he'd leave. Spending yet another hangout talking about Leah. How Leah was so beautiful, so perfect, so funny, and so everything!

Wasn't she beautiful? Wasn't she perfect for him? She thought she was funny, Eddie always laughed at her jokes.

It got worse when Leah fell in love with him too. Before Y/N knew it, Eddie Munson had a girlfriend and a serious girlfriend.

She choked back her sobs when he called to deliver the news

Lying through her teeth when she said she was so happy for him.

Lying through her teeth when she said her mom was yelling for her and hanging up.

Eddie Munson fell in love and it wasn't her.

She thought over time it might get easier, she could move on. But she never did.

She watched as Leah and Eddie fell in deeper with each other every day. Always kissing and holding hands.

Leah thought it was important that the two most important girls in his life got along. Y/N remembered when she was the only important girl in his life.

But Y/N was his best friend, so she'd suffer just to watch him smile. Always acting like nothing was wrong as she was their third wheel. Staring out the windows when they lip locked for minutes on end.

She had guys ask her out but it never felt right. She knew her feelings for Eddie were way past getting over.

Do feelings ever die? She doesn't think so

She remembered when Eddie had a baby girl

When Eddie came to her with tears in his eyes, she didn't know what to think. Cradling him in her arms fast as he sobbed.

"she's pregnant" he whispered into her chest. Spinning her around in the living room.

She felt her body go still. Blood freezing, no longer pumping through her veins.

"is it yours?" She squeaked.

Eddie pulled himself away with a glare

"what kind of question is that?" He spat. Thinking it was ridiculous to even think the words

"I just want to make sure eds. I don't want you to get trapped so young, or stuck in that relationship" she tried to explain but his angry stare made her hug herself, sinking further into her carpet

"yes it fucking is. I'm not trapped, I was excited until you ruined it. I'm not stuck in this relationship. I'm in love with her and I thought you'd be happy for us" he spat, turning on his heel and running out the door.

How could she be happy for them when Leah now would have a piece of Eddie always with her? A piece of Eddie, Y/N would never get.

Eddie ignored her for a week, the guilt eating her alive. He wanted support and for her to be a friend. She wasn't surprised he was excited. He weirdly always dreamed of being a dad, even when they were young.

So she swallowed her pride, knocking on his trailer door.

"what?" He snapped. She flinched at his cold tone but shook it off

"I'm sorry Eds. I should have been more supportive. I am really happy for you....guys. I think it's great you get to be a dad! I was just worried since you are only 19 but you seem ready and I want to show I am ready too!" She said, pulling out a small onesie that she decorated herself - Hellfire baby written in red.

She watched as his eyes watered and he grabbed it. Looking at it closer.

"can you believe something this small, that I made, will fit in this?" He cried. A huge smile on his face.

She choked back more sobs, nodding her head.

He was having a baby and it wasn't with her.

She was there every step of their pregnancy. Being Eddie's right hand woman. She helped set up the nursery. Purposely busying herself with the crib as Eddie held Leah's growing stomach with adoration in his eyes.

She hated that they looked happy. She hated that they were going to be a family. She hated the pregnancy glow Leah had and how nice she was.

"Y/N, I seriously cannot thank you enough for all of this" Leah gushed. The nursery was mostly done by Y/N's artistic mind. She threw in everything Eddie loved. Music, hellfire, books from his childhood.

She wondered if Leah knew all about who he was as a kid. What movies made him scared and which books were only meant for bedtime. She wondered how much of Eddie's personality would go into his kid.

Y/N grew up with Eddie, watching him grow. She can't believe the same boy was having a kid of his own.

Even though it hurt, she was excited to be the best aunt ever.

She remembered when Leah left

She finished her shift at the bar, throwing herself on the couch when her door was pounding with loud knocks.

She ran to the door and opened it. Eddie held his daughter with tears streaming down his face.

"what's wrong?" She asked instantly, grabbing the baby from his arms.

"she...she...SHE FUCKING LEFT!" he screamed. Slamming the door behind him as he threw himself on her couch. Shoving his head into his hands.

She shushed the baby as she cried. A baby who was a splitting image of Eddie. She looked exactly like he did in his baby photos, that she forced Wayne to show her.

"what do you mean?" She spoke softly. Sitting next to him as she held the two month old.

"I came home and she was packing. I asked her where she was going and she said she couldn't do it. She can't be a mom this young. She got scared and she fucking ran" Eddie laughed in disbelief. She was fine the whole pregnancy. All she did was talk about how excited she was to be the mother to Eddie's baby. No signs of her leaving were ever found, she just did.

"we've been together since sophomore year, we graduated, we planned a future and she just left me, left us! Like we were nothing. How do I do this alone?"

Y/N's heart broke as she watched him sob. Too many people have left him behind.

"hey you are way more than nothing. You two are my whole world okay? You guys mean everything to me. We'll do this together. You will never be alone while I'm breathing. Got that?" She said, patting his knee and kissing his cheek.

"I don't know what I'd do without you" he confessed. Kissing her nose as he wiped his eyes.

"probably still trying to figure out how to tie your shoes"

She smiled in victory when his booming laugh echoed through her small trailer.

"you might be right on that" he chuckled. Smiling over at her as she rocked the baby in her arms.

"she's going to love you" he whispered, hooking a finger into his baby's small hand.

"not as much as she'll love you."

Now she knows what it's like to love Eddie Munson

Eddie's daughter, Savannah, was now five years old. She had a huge attitude, just like her dad. She was artistic, creative, and incredibly smart. She knew the world around her perfectly. She could read people, Eddie says that's all Wayne in her. She was a caregiver, Eddie believes Y/N taught her that.

Y/N and Eddie took care of Savannah together, she stook to her word and never left. Eddie began to fall for her when Savannah turned two. Ever since then, they've been together. Raising Savannah as their own. They lived in a small three bedroom home, still in Hawkins. Eddie wanted to be near Wayne at all times. And Y/N loved that Steve and Robin were only a few blocks away. Dustin came over all the time, forcing Savannah to play with him. They were a family and it worked.

"I want pizza!" Savannah whined as Eddie cut up a sandwich for her dinner.

"Sav, I told you, we are having sandwiches" he scolded her as he set the food on her plate, carrying it to her spot on the table.

"Mommy cuts off my crust" she said, folding her arms.

Eddie sighed and rolled his eyes.

"yeah well mommy isn't here so try it with crust"

"I don't wanna"

"well too bad. Eat it!"

"NO"

"NO? YOU CAN'T TELL ME NO. EAT IT!"

"NO. I WANT MOMMY"

Y/N watched as the two argued back and forth. Neither noticed she arrived home. She loved when they fought. Both the same exact person. Both had their arms crossed and feet stomped to prove their point.

"okay my loves. Let's relax" she announced her presence as she walked to the kitchen. Kissing Savannah on her head.

"PIZZA!" she screamed excitedly when she noticed Y/N, in fact was carrying pizza.

"this is why she likes you more" Eddie pouted. Throwing himself in the seat, eating savannah's sandwich. Y/N laughed as she kissed Eddie's lips.

" do you need a waaambulance?" Y/N laughed as Savannah made a fake crying face.

Eddie snapped his finger and pointed at her

"that's it. Robin is done babysitting her!"

Eddie adored the way Y/N took care of Savannah. It was like she didn't care one bit that Savannah wasn't biologically her daughter, she loved her like she was.

Savannah easily called her mom growing up. That was the only mom figure in her life. Savannah was attached to Y/N the second she could walk and talk and she still was. Always teaming up on Eddie during game nights, or when it's time to pick a movie.

Eddie didn't realize that the girl who taught him how to tie his own shoes would be teaching his daughter the same.

"DADDY I DID IT!" she squealed. Wiggling her foot in front of him.

He smiled at the deja vu.

"wow look at you sav!" He high-fived her and kissed her head

"mommy taught me how to tie my own shoes when I was little too" Eddie said as he sat on the floor. Untying the girls small shoe.

"you knew mommy when you were little?" She asked. Her brown eyes scrunching together in confusion.

"oh yeah. I met mommy when I was a little boy. I've known her since I was maybe like 10"

"this many?" She asked, holding up 10 fingers

"exactly baby" he said

"did you love her then?"

"I was too young to love back then. But I definitely never wanted her to leave" he smiled

"well I'm five and I love her" she said, crossing her arms with a glare

"damn Sav. You turning this into a competition?" He chuckled

"I'd win" she said with no hesitation.

"win what?" Y/N asked as she sat next to Savannah. The family of three sitting in the living room with a pile of shoes.

"the love game" Eddie said wiggling his eyebrows

"oooo I'd believe Sav would win too" Y/N winked as Eddie pouted. Smacking her knee.

Y/N and Savannah were working on Eddie's birthday present when there was a knock at the door.

"tape down the picture, I'll be right back!" She instructed Savannah as she walked to the door.

"hi!" She said as she opened the door, her smile dropping fast as a familiar pair of green eyes looked back at her.

"Y/N? I shouldn't be surprised" Leah laughed

"what are you doing here?" Y/N asked sternly. Making sure the door was mostly closed behind her.

"I wanted to talk to Eddie"

"absolutely not" she snapped.

"`why not?" Leah asked, crossing her arms.

" for what? You can't just pop up in his life again"

"Leah?" A voice called out from behind. Y/N looked up to see Eddie standing behind Leah Fuck, she thought.

"what are you doing here?" He asked in disbelief. Walking in front of her, next to Y/N.

She looked older, hair was longer and dyed blonde. Eyes still a bright green.

Y/N swallowed harshly as she watched the two stare at each other. She knew that look they were sharing. Reminiscing on their past love. All their memories flash through their minds.

"Hi Eddie. I wanted to talk to you" Leah said.

"okay. Let's just talk out here" Eddie nodded

"Eddie are you sure that's a good idea?" Y/n spoke up.

"it'll be fine, promise" he said with a smile. Y/N nodded and closed the door. Allowing them privacy on the front steps as she turned back to the small girl.

"was that daddy?" She asked, coloring in a heart

"um yeah. An old friend is here so he's going to talk to them. How about we clean up this mess since he's home and hide it?" Y/N said.

Savannah nodded fast, throwing the materials into her backpack and racing it up to her room.

Y/N allowed the small tear to escape once she left. Anxiety eating her alive, thinking about Eddie and his old girlfriend talking just feet away.

Turns out Leah came back to meet her daughter. Y/N thought it was a horrible idea.

"she can't just show up. That's going to confuse Sav!" Y/N argued.

"I get that. But what am I supposed to do? Say she can't see her daughter?" Eddie scoffed

"Not in these words....I feel like we should have Leah slowly meet her, as a friend. Sav is smart but her brain can't absorb suddenly having two moms on a random fucking Saturday!"

"she's her real mom Y/N and I'm her dad. I don't think that's your place to decide this"

Y/N didn't know what it felt like to be hit by a bus, but this must be close.

"and I'm not her mom anymore? I just lost my place in our family because she decided now she wants to be a mom?" Y/N scoffed. She couldn't believe Leah was once again destroying her life. It almost felt personal.

"i didn't say that! You are the one making it seem like Sav can only have one mom in her life" Eddie argued.

"BECAUSE THERE ONLY IS ONE MOM IN HER LIFE. IT'S ME. I HAVE BEEN HER MOM SINCE SHE WAS PRACTICALLY BORN!" she screamed out. Trying to ignore the fact that her eyes were burning and her throat felt like it was closing

"BUT IN REALITY YOU AREN'T HER REAL MOM. HER REAL MOM IS HERE AND DESERVES TO KNOW HER DAUGHTER. I CAN'T JUST IGNORE THAT" He screamed back. He doesn't understand why it had to be a fight.

"ALL SHE DID WAS GIVE BIRTH! I RAISED HER. I'VE BEEN HER MOM FOR THE PAST FIVE YEARS. I WATCHED HER LEARN TO TALK AND WALK. I DID THE LATE NIGHT FEEDINGS. I TOOK HER TO HER FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL. I DID IT ALL EDDIE! FUCK I EVEN DID THE SHIT YOU DIDN'T EVEN DO"

"that's not fair. I never asked you to do any of that. I didn't ask you to be her mom or to take care of her. You did all of that yourself" he snapped.

She shook her head in disbelief

"i can't believe you said that" a tear finally escaping as she sat on the couch. Taking deep breaths to calm herself down.

"fuck. Baby I'm sorry. I didn't mean that" he said fast. Rushing to sit next to her but she got up the second he sat.

"I think you did Eddie. And I think you don't care what I think. You have abandonment issues and you are selfishly wanting Leah to stay around because we both know a part of her came for you too"

"I don't care if she did. I'm in love with you. I just want Sav to know where she came from. You are her mom. You've been her mom and that was wrong of me to say that. You did it all without me asking because you are perfect like that. Just please for me, can we just let her meet her? "

"fine" she snapped, walking to their bedroom and slamming the door behind her.

Eddie had a feeling the couch was his bed for the night.

Y/N slowly got herself used to Leah being back. She didn't want to be around when Sav met her for the first time. She asked Eddie to at least not do it in their home and he agreed. He didn't want to upset her further.

He met Leah at the park, introducing Sav with wet eyes.

Leah cried as she held the girl. Sav looked at Eddie confused but hugged back. Remembering how her mom always told her sometimes a hug can fix anyone's tears.

"don't cry. Mommy says a hug can fix it" Sav said as she hugged the stranger harder.

Eddie gulped at her words

"she calls Y/N her mom?" Leah snapped. Standing up straight.

"not in front of sav" Eddie glared. Leah sighed and nodded.

Sav was definitely confused. She didn't understand how she had a second mom. Eddie tried his best to explain it to her.

"us three are your parents and we all love you. We just have a tad different family than others"

Y/N taught Sav to love everyone so she welcomed Leah with open arms. But she never called her mom and Y/N savored that as long as she could.

Leah has been around for two months and Y/N could feel Eddie pulling away.

"goodnight Eddie. I love you"

"night"

That's how it's been every night for a month. He doesn't even say it anymore. She watched as Leah and Eddie brought Sav everywhere. To the zoo, to the park, to school, just everywhere.

"you took her to Wicked? That was meant for me and her to go to!" Y/N silently cried when Eddie told her over the phone

"I know. But Leah really wanted to take her"

"just give me a second" she hung up the phone fast. Not bothering to hear what Eddie had to say.

That felt like the final blow.

Y/N and Sav sang in the car to wicked everyday when she picked her up from school. It was meant to be their thing.

Y/N sobbed as she grabbed her copy of wicked tickets, hiding in her nightstand, and tore it to shreds. The perfect birthday present for Sav was meaningless in seconds.

She was getting replaced, in Sav's heart and Eddie's.

"we need to talk" Y/N sighed as Eddie walked into the bedroom.

"about what?" He asked, throwing off his shirt as he dug around for his pajamas.

"Leah"

Eddie felt himself sigh

"Y/N. Can we just not?"

"no Eddie. Because this is getting ridiculous!" She snapped. Standing up as Eddie turned around.

"again really?" He rubbed his face

"stop doing that! Stop making it sound like I'm constantly bitching about this"

"YOU ARE!" he screamed as he sat on the bed.

"you stopped saying it Eddie. You stopped telling me you love " she said quietly. Looking at him as she hugged herself.

"that's not true" he snapped fast. Shaking his head.

"it is. You and Leah completely shut me out. You guys are like a little family and I feel like I'm not even meant to be in it" she cried

"that's not true. You are welcome to be with us, you just refuse to!" He argued back

"because I can't watch you two act like you are fucking married. You two act like you are together and like I'm not even a thought in your head"

Eddie sighed deeper as he looked at her. Throwing his hands up in defeat

"I can't win with you anymore. I've asked you to talk it out with Leah to fix whatever is between you two but you don't. That's not on me" he said standing up. Throwing on new boxers for bed as she paced around the room

"do you love her?"

Eddie froze as he looked at her

"what?"

"are you in love with her Eddie, are you still in love with her. Were you ever even over her?" She asked. Standing face to face with him.

"I...I don't know"

"you don't know what Eddie?"

He looked up her with his own tears

"I don't know if I ever got over her" it felt like a blow to even say out loud. Like he already knew he was wrong when it hit the air. Like it smacked him in the face, he was over her because he wasn't in love with her. He was in love with the girl standing in front of him. But he couldn't backtrack fast enough.

But he watched as the damage took over. As Y/N cried hadder into her hands as she nodded.

She wiped her face, even though her tears kept going. She puffed out air from her mouth.

"that's all I need to hear" she said.

Walking over to the closet and pulling out a suitcase. Which from Eddie's eyesight, seemed packed.

"where are you going? You packed a bag? " He panicked. Moving to step in front of her before she went out the bedroom door.

"It's over Eddie. Let me go" she sobbed. Pushing past his arms but he grabbed her, not letting her take another step.

"no don't. I'm sorry. Don't do this. I was wrong. I do know! I want you. Just you, me and sav like it always was" he cried

"it wasn't just us was it? You saw Leah every time you looked at Sav. I know you did. I'm just so fucking in love with you I wanted to act like it wasn't happening. Just go be the happy family she wants. Because Leah always fucking gets what she wants.why don't you let me know when you decide if you are really ready to move on from her"

Before he knew it the front door slammed. He ran to it but by the time he hit the driveway she was peeling off.

"daddy?" Eddie wiped his tears fast to turn around.

"what are you doing up baby?" He asked. Walking back inside as she stood at the door in her pajamas, holding a teddy bear.

"I heard you and mommy. Where did she go?"

Eddie felt his heart shatter as the little girl looked all around the front yard.

"um mommy went to go see Steve for a bit. Let's head to bed" he nodded. Pushing the girl down the hallway

"will she be back in time for your birthday party?"

"of course"

Eddie stayed awake all night. Calling her phone over and over. He thinks she let it die because it soon went straight to voicemails. He tried to call Steve and Robin but those always went ignored.

Since he couldn't sleep, he decided to clean the house. Throwing all the laundry into baskets. Emptying the dishwasher. Fixing the bed. He growled to himself when a pillow fell to the floor. He bent down to grab it with a scrap of paper caught his eye.

He got on his knees to grab it from under the bed. Looking at it confused, it was torn up but was green and black. He looked under the bed to check if that was more, he was right. He grabbed the other scraps and looked them over closer.

A horrible feeling settled in his gut when he realized that the scraps were part of a Wicked ticket. He blinked back at his tears as he went to throw the scraps in the garbage. Something else he took away from her.

By the time he finished the house, he heard Sav waking up. He walked to her room seeing her dressed.

"happy birthday daddy!" She squealed. Running to hug his legs. He laughed and picked her up, kissing her cheeks repeatedly as he said thank you.

"mommy home yet? "

Eddie shook his head with a sad smile

"why not? We have our present for you and she said we will give it together"

Eddie put her down, "I'm sure she'll be back soon"

The two went on with their day. Eddie's birthday celebration wasn't until later but he felt alone. This was his first birthday since he was 10 that he didn't spend with her. He had a feeling she wouldn't show up tonight at all. He definitely didn't deserve her to show up.

They were watching cartoons when the doorbell went off. Waiting for the first guests to arrive.

"MOMMY!" sav yelled as she ran to the door. Eddie was quick behind her when she opened it

"hi Leah!" Sav said with a smile

Leah smiled back and walked in. Eyes looking around the house with confusion.

"who's birthday?" She chuckled.

"um mine" Eddie muttered out quietly. Embarrassed that she didn't even remember his birthday and he let Y/N walk out over a girl....who didn't know his fucking birthday.

Eddie kept his eyes on the door the whole night. Watching as everyone arrived but her. He felt horrible as Sav kept checking too. A small frown on her lips when Y/N didn't walk in.

"you want to talk about it?" Steve asked as he sat next to Eddie on the couch.

"god no" Eddie shook his head. Throwing back his beer as fast as he could.

"you know she feels horrible for not coming here" Steve said softly. Looking over at the boy who was holding back tears

"yeah" he sighed. He had an idea she was sitting at Steve's crying. But standing her ground and refusing to cave in. Just like the stubborn girl she was.

"you plan to unfuck this up?"

Eddie scoffed, "I don't even know how to if I could" he admitted. How does he possibly fix any of this?

"she's in love with you. It's easier than you think. You don't love Leah, everyone can see that" Steve confessed. Throwing Eddie a small smile

"how come it wasn't clear enough to us?" Eddie asked. Why didn't he know that earlier. Why did he even think for a second that he still loved Leah. He hasn't thought of her since he fell in love with Y/N. Why did he not see it all clearly when he needed to.

"she's loved you since she was like 15 years old. She watched you fall in love right in front of her. Of course she's going to think your first love is more strong than the love you have with her. And you are an idiot for making that seem true. You don't have that look in your eyes with Leah like you do with Y/N and Sav. Those two girls are your world. And sav will never let you live in a world where Y/N wasn't around. You know how many phone calls I got from your house phone? That little girl has some serious determination. " Steve laughed

Eddie chuckled through his tears

"she does miss her a lot...I do too"

"look it's been one day and you both are miserable. I think that means something. The longer you wait the more she's going to think she was right all along. Do it sooner than later"

Eddie thanked Steve for the talk. Watching as all his guests left.

"she's not coming is she?" Sav cried as she looked at the door

"I don't think so sweetie. Want to call her?"

Sav nodded and Eddie dialed Steve's number, thankfully he picked up.

"is Y/N there? Sav wants to say goodnight"

Steve passed the phone to her in seconds.

"hello?" Eddie's heart raced hearing her voice again.

"um hey. Sav wanted to talk to you" he said, smiling over as the little girl bounced on her feet

"okay. Put her on" Eddie turned the phone on speaker, selfishly he wanted to hear her voice longer.

"mommy!"

"hi baby! Did you have fun at the party? Steve told me you had lots of cookies"

Sav giggled, "yeah. Daddy wasn't looking so I snuck like four"

Eddie gave sav a small glare

"your dad used to do the same thing when we were young"

Eddie smiled. Remember all the times she smacked his hand when he went for a fifth cookie. Telling about how he needed real dinner and not sneaking cookies

"why didn't you come?" Sav asked

"oh I had a work emergency. You know how I sometimes have to miss things for work right?"

"yeah I remember"

Eddie smiled as the two girls talked for over an hour. Sav refused to say goodnight, she kept bringing up other stuff to talk about.

"can we give daddy his gift?

"sure baby. Go grab it"

Eddie sat in silence as Sav ran to grab the present. He wanted to say something but he was stuck

"here!" Sav said as she handed Eddie a photo album.

Eddie smiled as he opened it. Tears filling his eyes as he looked through all the pages. It was a scrapbook of their family. All their pictures, tickets from movies they've seen. Sav's baby photos. Pictures of Eddie holding her when she was tiny. His heart cracked as he saw the photo of Y/N and Sav in her hellfire onesie. Every page reminded him more and more of what he lost. Of what he needed to get back.

"do you like it?" Sav asked

"it's beautiful baby. You and mommy did a great job" he choked out. Sav wiped his tears with her small hands

"don't cry. Do you need a hug?" She asked.

Eddie heard sniffling on the other line. He nodded as Sav threw her arms around him

"a hug can fix anything. I think you need to hug mommy" Sav whispered in his ear

Eddie wished it was that easy. He wished he could fix his mistake with one small hug

"yeah baby. You're right" he whispered back. Kissing her head as he pulled away

"say goodnight now. It's time to go to bed" Sav sighed sadly. Saying goodnight with an I love you. And was off to bed.

"thanks for calling" Y/N said quietly on the other line

"thanks for answering"

They sat in silence and he hated it

"goodnight Y/N, I love you" he choked out. Knowing she could hear his voice crack as he cried.

He could hear her crying too.

"happy birthday Eddie. Goodnight"

Beep

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gretavankleep37 · 3 months

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If he die, he die.

Warning +18 sitting on Eddie's face, fingering, oral (f reciving), male masturbation, angst, smut

Summary college au You and Eddie have a friendship with benefits, he always made it clear that it wouldn't go beyond that, but would it?

F!boy Eddie x Plus size reader

“C’mon baby, I need it” Eddie begged you again. It’s getting boring with all his insistence on that. Of course you wanna satisfy all the little fantasies in Eddie’s head, but this one, specifically this one, made you shiver just imagining.

“Jesus Eddie, I already told you no” you rolled your eyes while Eddie followed you through the corridors of the college “I don’t think I can’t do it” you shout- whisper back to him.

“But you can try you know… with me, I mean”

You push past the exit door, looking for the first free spot you could sit and smoke a little before going back to your classes “Shut up! Are you gonna give up on this one day?”

“Not a chance,” he said, his lips dangerously close to the shell of your ear, his velvet voice invading your soul, causing tickles behind your ear, he continue, “I can tell you are stressed” His big hands were giving your shoulders a strong squeeze, “look how tense you are, you can come to my room later and I’ll help you with that babygirl”. His smirk grew bigger when he noticed your thighs clenching together, “see ya round” and he left.

That same night you knocked at his dorm room, which he opened almost immediately revealing a cocky smile on his face, hair in a low bun and shirtless, “of course” you thought. He only nodded with his head, giving you space to enter the room like all the other times you knocked at his door for the same sadistic reason.

It don’t took long for him have you naked and pinned down his bed, his tongue buried in your warm pussy “fuck princess, sweetest pussy I ever had” he said muffled. Your hands in his locks, bringing his face impossible closer to you core, grinding and moaning like nobody else ever made you do it.

He turned you into a needy slut and he needed you this way.

He started to lap your pussy so soft you didn’t feel it at first, you held your body still,while he painfully, so fucking slowly, sucked at your sore nub.

He yanked your hands off him every time you tried to hold his head where you needed him most. “More Eddie, please I need more” you cried at the high of your frustration, he is usually mean with you, but always gave you a fucking mindblowing orgasm…

Today, otherwise, he was leading you until the edge of your limit “I need you, please, I want to cum Eddie”.

He lifted his head, his glistening chin shining through the dim-light of his room.

He laughed through his nose “Poor baby” his hands traveled through your plush tights ‘till your soft tummy, avoiding your dripping pussy “Nobody had touched this tight pussy, huh?”

Yeah!

All the guys who had asked you out, mysteriously gave up some hours later, So yes!!!, nobody had touched your pussy in a long time. Eddie thinks it's cute how you are clueless of what he was doing over your back. He could fuck whoever he wants, of course he could, but you? “oh! fuck no.” You were too good for them, whoever it was, you were just too good.

“Please…” it was a mere whisper between the wet noises of Eddie’s lips around your swollen clit.

“Sit on my face” he gave a last kiss at your clit “make yourself cum in my face pretty girl”

Eddie took your lack of answer as a yes, and before you could say anything, he was pushing your leg over his naked chest, your exposed pussy so close of his mouth, he salivated

“Eddie I…” his hands hold a strong grip on your thighs, leaving purple digits on your skin, pushing you further to his face “I am not asking anymore”.

His voice was darker, you could only nod timidly, he rolled his tattooed back on the mattress while liking his lips, his eyes drinking for all your naked body “the best sit of the house for my favourite girl” fuck he shouldn’t had said that, but right now he was to lost in your dripping pussy to care.

You shyly swung your leg over his head, positioning your pussy in the center of the insistent boy's face, his large calloused hands slid across the skin of your thick thighs until his fingers sank into the flesh of your hips. "That's it, it wasn't that difficult was it, pretty girl?" he placed kisses on the inside of your thighs between the pauses in his words, Eddie didn't wait long to attack your pussy, he gathered all your juices on his tongue before trying to fuck your thight hole If it had been at another time, in another position, you were sure you would have liked it already.

The pain started to radiate through your knee as you tried to hold all your weight while Eddie tried to pull you closer and closer to his mouth "babe... what are you doing?" he asked, adjusting himself between your legs so he could look at you, “are you okay?”

You thought about opening the bedroom door and running out or even jumping out the window, if it weren't for the lack of clothes "I...I don't know if that's a good idea Eddie, I'm..." the boy's eyebrows came together, you didn't know if he was confused or angry at your words "what? you are what?"

On impulse, you tried to cover your naked body with your arms, sitting next to him on the bed "I'm FAT" bringing one of his pillows to your lap " ‘m not just like the other girls you usually bring here Eddie, I can't sit on your face without killing you" you said surgically.

He rested his body on his elbows leveling his gaze with yours "though you were a virgo baby" he said trying to cheer up your mood, which had the opposite effect on you "idiot" you said as you got up from the bed

"Come on, love! I'm sorry, I was just messing with you", he said as he guided you by your wrists back to the bed, his fingers were light on your skin "Do you want to talk about it?" His big eyes were staring at your naked body, his tongue involuntarily moistening the lips that were just now so close to your sweet pussy, reminding you of your vulnerable state, covering your body with your arms crossed, shaking your head negatively.

"You know, I wouldn't ask you if I thought I couldn't handle it" he began meekly as he kissed the length of your arm up to your neck, worshiping your stomach with his free hand, teasing your nipple in the process "I want to feel the full weight of your thighs around my face, baby"

His lips sucking bruises on your neck, you were already clenching your thighs "Can you do this for me, baby?" he started to push himself back onto the bed pulling you with him, making you straddle his lap again.

He never broke eye contact, not once, which made your excitement almost run down your legs. "I don't care if you choke me with that pretty pussy of yours."

His thumb began to tease your clit, making you seek more friction, moaning like a needy slut, "Sit on my face, pretty girl, if I die, I die."

you couldn't take it anymore "if he dies...he dies" that was what you had in your head when, without thinking, you sat on his face, with all your weight. The first thing you felt was his nose meeting with your clit, making a shiver down your spine. Eddie's strong hands held firmly on your thighs, holding you in the position he wanted more, against his face.

His tongue explored all your pussy, fucking your hole calmly, feeling the taste of all your juices. You rode his face, holding his hair between your fingers to keep you balanced as you rubbed your pussy in Eddie's beautiful face.

Eddie sucked your clicks fervently, sliding his tongue inside you, every time you wiggled in his face. His muffled moans were taking you to the limit until he turned you to the bed without any prior explanation. Before you managed to protest, Eddie started explaining himself as he opened your legs exposing your wet pussy to him, lying on his belly, kissing the inside of your thigh in the process "Fuck, your pussy is so damn good" Kissing your lips lightly.

"Please, Eddie" he has you begging even without knowing what for.

“shhh! sweet Girl, I'm going to take care of you" you started to feel Eddie's fingers teasing your clit with small circles, the first digit easily entered inside you, massaging that spongy place that made your eyes roll "but before I have to ... " his words were cut by the noise of his zipper opening "I'm hard as fuck, almost cumming…fuck" his second finger came in more difficult "so tight, just for me"

He fucked your pussy with his fingers and sucked your clit like a hungry man while masturbating. The moans were mixed with the song playing in the back of the room, Eddie could feel you throbbing on his fingers, which brought a mischievous smile to the boy's lips. "Cum for me princess, that’s it, good fucking girl"

By the shaking voice, you knew he was close too, what made you hump your pussy against his face more vigorously, his fingers did not slow the rhythm as they hit the right place inside your already puffy cunt, you felt your orgasm washing you while Eddie's hoarse voice was guiding you for him. "So good for me, I missed you ... I missed this pussy so much" he finished the sentence painting your belly with the white strings of his come.

Eddie's sweaty body lay next to yours, a satisfied smile between his swollen, pink lips. "That was..." he started the sentence and you cut him off in the middle with your loud laugh, "Yeah...that was" you replied, already showing signs of getting up from the bed

"Stay" he said, holding your arm and stroking it with his thumb "at least a little longer, it's been a while you know"

"yeah, yeah ok, maybe we can watch a movie or something" you offered as you put your t-shirt back on, remembering that nothing stopped Eddie from seeing his entire body with the blue light of the tv against his skin

"Yeah, or something" he said with humor in his voice.

You got comfortable in Eddie's bed, next to him, with his scent filling your nose. You knew what your relationship with Eddie was, it was casual. He made it very clear every time that he noticed any sign of feelings you had for him, and despite it hurting, you accepted the conditions he imposed, as long as it didn't get in the way of your friendship.

He intertwined his fingers with yours, placing a kiss on your hand.

"I missed you this week, you disappeared" he whispered in his ear, "Exam week, sorry" you whispered back but he didn't buy that excuse

"I mean it" he said "I even looked for you but Steve said you were busy every time I asked" you could feel the tone of jealousy in the voice of the man who looked at you as if asking for an explanation "yes, I was… I was helping Steve study and it took a lot of time out of my day, that's all"

"So choosing Stevie over me?" he said, teasing you and poking your body, trying to tickle you "NOOO" you laughed loudly and tried to get away from the boy's embrace while the game was cut off with three loud knocks on the door.

"Shit" Eddie said, as he got out of bed trying to put his pants back on, he couldn't even open the door properly when two skinny arms pulled his head in for a hot kiss.

Eddie let himself be carried away by the kiss for too long, as you got up from the bed and gathered your things to leave the room, knowing full well that that lump in your throat had been caused by you.

Before you could put it all together, her voice invaded your ears "I came to save you when I found out who you were with", the girl said loudly, looking you up and down with that look of disdain.

You passed by the two like lightning, not waiting for Eddie's response, rushing down the hallway only stopping walking when his voice was no longer heard, you could no longer hold back the tears contained in your eyes when his head went encountering something hard

“Fucking hell” you said With your hand on your forehead, you saw Steve's broad back before hugging him and starting to cry. He didn't ask any questions, he just hugged you back as you calmed down, stroking your hair and whispering sweet nothings until he got a smile from you, guiding you away from his and Eddie's dorm.

A scene that did not go unnoticed by a jealous Eddie.

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