#it broke me picturing it and Eddie is long gone

[steddieas-shegoes]

For the requests! I present to you...

Eddie reacting to Steve in a crop top and super short shorts for the very first time ever as Steve's just minding his own business and doing the most mundane things ever 👀

Oh what FUN. I needed this prompt SO bad and I had fun with it. Honestly I relate to Eddie so much here: just completely feral over Steve in a crop top and shorts. Hope you enjoy! - Mickala ❤️

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Hawkins was hot during the summer, but that was nothing to the Florida heat.

Florida wasn’t Eddie’s idea, to be clear.

His idea was anywhere not south.

July was hot enough everywhere, why make it worse?

Apparently, he was the only one with common fucking sense.

But Steve insisted on a beach trip, and apparently the only beach that was sufficient for the kids was in Florida.

Eddie wasn’t built for this. He was pale, only owned long black jeans, and his hair stuck to his face and neck the moment he started to break a sweat.

But Steve was so excited and the kids were so excited and so Eddie was tolerating it.

Steve bought an actual RV.

When Max got out of the hospital, basically adopted her when her mom was nowhere to be found, he bought one, not too big, but big enough for everyone to have a space.

Robin took the couch, insisted on it, not sharing with anyone, not even Steve. El and Max took a bottom bunk, Dustin the other bottom bunk. Steve didn’t let Mike and Will share a bunk because he went full parent mode the second he saw them holding hands, so Will took one top bunk with Lucas and Mike took the other. Which left Steve obviously taking the queen bed in the back, and Eddie the bed with him or the floor.

So Eddie argues with himself for a week leading up to the whole long two day ride to Florida about sleeping on the floor, about maybe trying to bunk with Dustin, who kicks and snores like a grown man fighting in a boxing ring. Considered begging Mike to suck it up and share so he wouldn’t have to face what he’d been ignoring for six months now: that he was ass over head, disgustingly, write songs about him, in love with Steve Harrington.

He barely even talks to Steve, probably coming across as an asshole, but Robin covers for him, makes sure he’s given the space he needs to come to terms with the fact he has to share a bed with Steve on this journey.

By the end of the first day, he’d managed to come to terms with sharing a bed with him. A queen bed was big enough for space between them, he could wake up first so there’d be no chance of Steve seeing how hard he would be. He could make it work.

Making it work apparently meant not sleeping at all.

He didn’t even close his eyes. He felt every movement next to him, heard every breath Steve let out, every groan when he moved in a way that caused his healed but still sore bat bites to twinge.

He felt every twinge in his heart knowing that Steve was turned towards him, getting closer with every movement, and he had to ignore it.

He had to ignore it because if he didn’t, he’d turn around and pull Steve against him, play with his stupid, soft hair, and run his hand up and down his stupid, muscular, naked back.

So he was a bit tired on day two of their travels. Steve asked if he could drive for a couple hours so he could braid the girls’ hair. What was he supposed to say? No?

Not fucking likely.

So he drove, even though he was exhausted, and hadn’t drive an RV before in his life, and probably shouldn’t have been allowed near a real map for any reason other than passing it to someone else.

Robin, luckily, saw him struggling, and quickly made her way to the passenger seat to be navigator.

She didn’t say anything about it, she didn’t ask about his night, and she didn’t offer to trade sleeping spots with him. He tried not to be a little bitchy about it, but honestly, she was supposed to be Steve’s best friend, why couldn’t she sleep with him?

When Steve finally yelled to him to pull off the next exit to switch, he felt like he could breathe again.

Maybe he could take a nap in the bed since Steve was driving now.

But then Dustin wanted to talk about the campaign they’d do when they got to the campsite and Will got involved and then Mike had to add his (wrong) opinion about a trap that he was convinced Eddie would throw in. Eddie’s head was starting to hurt and they still had six hours to go.

Eddie managed to sneak away to the bedroom after they stopped for gas and lunch, slept for maybe 30 minutes, then got woken up by El, who wanted her nails painted to match her bathing suit and he couldn’t say no.

Of course, Max decided she wanted her nails painted too, and then Robin said she needed a touch up and didn’t trust herself to do it so Eddie got wrangled into painting everyone’s nails.

He barely even realized when they arrived.

But suddenly, Steve was standing next to him, smiling down at him, making Eddie want to die and also propose marriage at the same time.

“The kids are already running to the water. Wanna help me set up?”

Steve could have asked him to murder someone and he would, so he said yes.

“Cool, I’ll just change. Can you get the awning out and the chairs set up?”

“Yep, don’t take too long and make me do all the work.”

Steve laughed. Eddie laughed.

Eddie was serious, but if anyone could get away with making him do all the work, it was Steve.

So he got started on it all.

He watched Robin walking slowly towards where the kids were running along the water’s edge to keep an eye on them, all of them just a little nervous to let them out of their sights still.

He started turning the crank of the awning, already sweating from the heat and humidity, the breeze just blowing more hot air and sand at him.

He’d never been to the beach before, and he was quickly realizing why he didn’t mind that.

Once the awning was set, he opened the side compartment to pull out some of the camping chairs Steve bought for the occasion.

“Everything going okay?”

Eddie looked up to answer Steve and froze.

Steve had changed.

He’d changed into the shortest crop top Eddie had ever seen and a pair of shorts that his ass was going to pop out of the moment he bent over.

He couldn’t breathe.

Steve’s skin was just. There.

His scars, the scars that matched Eddie’s, were there.

Out in the open.

So much skin just happening right in front of Eddie’s eyes.

“Eddie? You okay? Need help?”

Eddie coughed, trying to hide the fact he was practically choking on his own spit.

“Good. I’m good. So good. Great.”

Steve’s eyebrows raised, but he nodded.

“Okay, well I’m gonna hook up the plumbing and electric. Think you can get the hot dogs and buns out and start the fire for when the kids come back super hungry?”

Eddie knew he was asking him something, possibly something important, but he didn’t understand any of it. He nodded, though.

He watched Steve walk around to the other side of the RV.

So much skin.

Holy shit.

Eddie wanted to rip those clothes off of him. He wanted to taste the sweat that was dripping down his neck. He wanted to carry him back into the RV, lock the door, and fuck him into the mattress of the bed they had to share later.

He could do it. Robin would keep the kids busy. She’d understand.

But no. There was a reason he hadn’t acted on his feelings. There was a reason he’d been keeping his distance, making sure he was never alone with Steve.

He was so lost in his thoughts he almost didn’t notice when Steve came back around the corner, sweatier than before, his skin glistening in the sun.

God, this had to be illegal. This was a war crime. This was torture.

Survived almost being eaten alive by demon bats just to die in Florida watching Steve hook up an RV.

Sounds like a sick joke by the universe, but not that hard to believe considering his history.

“Eds? You good? You look like you need some water.”

Steve was walking up to him now, using the crop top to wipe his forehead, showing off even more skin. Jesus Christ.

“Maybe I do need to cool off. Um. Let me go inside and get some water. Great idea.”

Eddie was somehow making his legs work, rushing into the RV so he could get some space before he did something stupid like kiss Steve and tell him that he loves him.

But Steve was concerned, he should’ve known he would follow him inside.

“Eddie. Hey, just relax. The heat is a lot, maybe you should get your bathing suit on and just cool off a bit. I can handle the rest of this stuff,” Steve said as he grabbed a glass and filled it with water from the sink.

Must’ve got the water working then.

Steve, to Eddie’s horror and delight, sat down next to him and put his arm around him, handing him the glass of water with a worried look.

Eddie took it, ignoring the way his hands were shaking, hoping Steve would ignore it too.

He didn’t.

“Eddie, shit. You overdid it. I shouldn’t have had you helping out in that heat like that. You’re still technically healing.” Steve’s hand ghosted over where Eddie’s worst scars were on his sides. “I’m sorry. Just stay in here, I’ll get the AC going so it’s cool. You can change, maybe you’ll cool off faster.”

Eddie knew the problem wasn’t really the heat. And Steve wasn’t going to stop this.

Eddie was watching the way the crop top rode up the more Steve fretted over him, the way his thighs were fighting their way out of the shorts.

He had to tell him.

Eddie pulled away from him for a moment, took a really long look at the scar on Steve’s thigh that wasn’t Upside Down related, and then sighed.

“You’re killing me. The heat sucks, but it’s nothing compared to what you’re doing to me.”

That should’ve been where he stopped. But he didn’t.

“Stevie, you’re like, the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. Like, hotter than Ozzy and James Hetfield combined. Which is crazy because you are nothing like them. You’re you. And like I’m me. And I’m really gay. If that wasn’t clear yet then now it is. I’m super gay. I’m also super into you. I know you’re not into guys, even if you were, you wouldn’t be into me. So like, I get that this is weird and you don’t even have to look at me for the rest of the trip. I’ll sleep on the floor or something. It’s just this outfit is sending me over the edge. I didn’t even know they made shorts that short. And that top? It’s breaking my brain. It’s leaking out of my ears.”

Steve was laughing by the end, which isn’t the worst thing that could be happening, but it certainly wasn’t the best.

“And I mean, when I say super into you, I don’t just mean stupid little high school crush. I mean like I’m in love with you. I love you entirely too much. Like, probably enough where I would be creeped out if someone loved me this much. So I think you should go back outside and let me just wallow in my self pity for a bit in here and then I’ll come back outside and pretend I didn’t just tell you the biggest secret I’ve been keeping for months.”

“Are you done?” Steve asked, no longer laughing, but smiling fondly at him.

Eddie nodded, worried that his outburst probably ruined everything.

But then Steve’s lips were on his, and his hands were in his hair, and his thighs were straddling his lap.

Eddie’s brain shut off and his body took over.

It wasn’t his first kiss by any means, but it was the first kiss with Steve Harrington, which made it more special by default.

He let his hands fall to Steve’s naked thighs, moaning into the kiss when he felt his muscles shift under his palms as he adjusted to a more comfortable position.

Steve pulled away and looked at him with droopy eyes.

“What were you thinking about out there? You were lost in your own world.”

“I was thinking about fucking you into the mattress of that bed while Robin distracts the kids.”

Steve groaned and kissed him again.

“Can we do that?”

Jesus. Steve was something else.

“Sweetheart, as much as I know you’d far surpass any fantasy I’ve had, the kids could be back any minute and we won’t have an explanation for them.”

“We don’t need an explanation if we just tell them the truth,” Steve pouted, trailing soft kisses down Eddie’s neck.

“So you wanna sit them all down and tell them their dad was fucking their mom into the mattress?”

Steve pulled away and smacked Eddie’s chest.

“No! I just figured we could say you needed a nap. Since you didn’t sleep last night.”

Eddie paled. How the fuck did Steve know that?

“Relax. I was asleep last night, it’s not like I was watching you struggle to keep distance between us. But I saw how tired you were this morning and Robin let it slip that you couldn’t get comfortable and made my assumptions.”

Eddie shook his head.

“Well then you’ll know I am actually tired. I probably could use that nap.”

Steve placed a quick kiss to his lips.

“Then you should take one. I’ll finish up outside.”

“Kinda want you with me though.”

“One of us has to be the responsible parent who sets everything up and gives the kids dinner.”

“Oh my god,” Eddie smirked. “This is like your ultimate fantasy isn’t it? Road trip with your kids and your partner?”

Steve blushed.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“But I’m right! That’s why I love you, Stevie,” Eddie said before kissing his forehead. “I’ll come start the fire for the hot dogs. You stay away from me so I can focus.”

“Damn. I was gonna take off the shirt, though.”

Eddie closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“I am begging you to keep it on.”

“Oh. Is this like a thing for you?” Steve teased.

“So what if it is?”

“Then I’ll keep it on and you can fuck me into the mattress with it on later. How’s that sound, big boy?”

Eddie’s jaw dropped.

“Using my own words against me? Unbelievable.”

Steve shrugged and got off his lap, much to Eddie’s dismay.

“I’ll have Robin bring the kids on a night walk along the beach later. Sound okay?”

“Sweetheart, nothing’s ever sounded better.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #robin buckley #the party #ficlet #request #steve in a crop top and short shorts #it broke me picturing it and Eddie is long gone

[courtingchaos]

Blackberry + Smash

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Summary: Oh my god, it's your little day date! I wonder if he'll like your choice of nails?

Word Count:6.3k

A/N: Part 2 to Blackberry, still for @newlips milestone of love! I broke these up because I was having a hard time reading it all together and this part got, well, too long honestly. However it's fun and dirty just how we all like it. (18+ NSFW you know the drill)

The mirror in his bathroom isn’t lying to him, he sure is 32 and still has no idea how to dress himself. He’s gone through at least 6 versions of the same black outfit, only now realizing he owns nothing for a date. He scrubs a hand over his face and sighs. 

Casual. It’s lunch, this ain’t rocket science and you’ve seen him covered in a multitude of stains and you still kissed him 9 days ago. 

Yes he’s counting, has counted every day. Every boba tea he’s left since, every carton of cookies has a little heart drawn on it with an ‘E’ in the middle. 

He wasn’t even this lovesick as a kid. 

Eddie gives himself a disgusted scoff before ripping off his faded Megadeath tee. He lets himself have a little tantrum, stomping his feet around and whining. Rolling his head back and forth. Couldn’t you two just slide under his sheets and roll around for the rest of eternity? Then he wouldn’t have to worry about fuckin’ clothes! There’s a yell building in his chest but Jeff is sleeping and he won’t wake him, not with a full Friday night ahead of him. Instead he stalks off to his room to root around some more, looking for something less faded when his phone pings. A message from you: ‘holy shit, am I actually ready on time? 🖤’, and a picture that he immediately taps on. 

It’s a mirror picture of your outfit. Black sweater, black pants, black shoes. 

Oh what a fucking pair you’ll make. Dour food service workers in their mourning best. 

He’s never been happier. 

This also sets his nerves at ease. He can look normal. On top of his pile of clean laundry he finds his Hideout shirt and his good Metallica hoodie. Has one last moment of asking himself if he’s still actually 16 before going back to the bathroom. 

Rings on, his pick and his Cuban link chain lay against his collar bones. Finds the matching bracelet and decides to wear the silver nose hoop and in the final glance he rolls his eyes. 

It’ll do.

He shoves the shirt and hoodie on, glances at the clock and sees 9:30 glowing up at him. He finds his jacket, grabs his keys and wallet and has enough time to pick up coffee for the two of you. 

You got nervous and decided to wait outside for him, the sun helping to edge off the chill of the morning. You’re scrolling through Instagram when the familiar sound of his truck pulls through the gate of your complex. Immediately it feels like your stomach is up in your ribs. You’d spent four fucking hours this morning getting ready, redoing your makeup three times before just settling on big wings and red lips. Classic, easy, and you were running low on makeup wipes really. You’d switched out jewelry enough you’d irritated the piercings, yet again settling on leaving in your medusa and just going with silver everything. In an attempt to calm yourself you’d sent the picture to Eddie, not really expecting him to reply. He did heart react to it though and that had sent you horizontal on the couch for a few minutes, kicking your socked feet around. 

He pulls up in front of you and before you can get a hand on the door he’s leaned over to push it open. You’re staring very obviously for a moment, eyes fixed on the ripped knees of his jeans where you can see a smattering of tattoos. You hadn’t given much thought to that. You knew about his arms obviously, had seen pictures of his chest and back pieces but no one had mentioned his legs. Eddie clears his throat and you immediately flush. He gives you a look and you prop a foot in to help push you up. Then you notice the two Dunkin coffees. 

“Did you get me iced coffee?” Surprise pitches your voice high, a little ‘oh!’ following when he holds up a small paper bag. 

“And a donut.”

“Eddie!” You reach over to grab the bag and also slap at his elbow. He just chuckles and watches you tear it in two, holding one side out to him. He can see the pink still tinging your cheeks. 

“I already had two.”

“Oh I see how it is.” A raise of your eyebrows and he tells you to put your seatbelt on. Asks for the address of your nail salon. 

“It’s gonna take a little while, I’m getting acrylics so. I don’t know if you want to hang around or not.” You say around a mouthful of donut. 

“Am I gonna be in the way?”

“I don’t think so, just depends on how busy they are.”

It’s busy as shit. Thankfully you have your appointment, so it’s just a waiting game for a station to open up. 

“There’s like, so many people in here.” He looks like a big worried puppy. “Do you mind if I wander over to the bookstore on the other side?” Eddie flicks his head at the front door. Across the parking lot is a Barnes and Nobel that you saw him eye when you parked. 

“Not at all.” A hand on his forearm with a gentle squeeze and he smiles down at you. What had Cate said? 

“You’re a simple for dimples.” Christ. 

“Text me when you’re almost done, okay?”

You nod, shooing him off towards the door. He’s slow going, waiting for you to turn around the corner to go look at polish colors. When he sees you disappear he rushes the front desk, the receptionist startling at his figure popping up. 

“Hey, your 11 o’clock with-“ he gestures over to you, mouthing your name to try to keep it quiet. “How much is her bill?”

“Well, she’s set up for a regular acrylic set and-“

He’s keeping an eye on you but wants to get out of here before you turn around again to find a seat. 

“Look, whatever the like, top tier thing is, I don’t know nails. Can I just pay ahead of time for that for her?”

“For the nails and the pedicure?”

“Yeah yeah, whatever it is. I’ve got the tip too.”

She hands him a small receipt and he only balks at the price because why is this shit so expensive? He made it a point to not have a band of cash on him today, trying to be a modicum of classy, so he pulls out three hundreds from his wallet and tells the receptionist to figure out the tip. Smiles and tells her to have a nice day. He darts out before you get a chance to sit.  

“Eddie.” The sound of your voice makes him pick his head up from his phone. You’re standing in front of the door to the salon, arms crossed and a pinched expression on your face. 

“Yeah?” He’s playing stupid. Only for you. 

“You really didn’t need to do that.”

A small smile pulls at his lips and he halfheartedly shrugs. 

“I’m serious! That was expensive.” Your laugh is exasperated but your not really mad. Just taken aback. First dates don’t pay for nails. 

“I know, that’s why I did it. You’ve been talking about these fuckin’ things for a week now. Figured I’d surprise you.” He puts his phone away to stare up at you from his seat on the bench. 

“Let’s see ‘em.” Eddie leans forward and holds out his hand expectantly. You twist away and playfully squint down at him, holding your hands clenched under your chin. 

“I don’t know if you deserve it.”

“Oh come on, let’s see what my hard earned American dollars got you.” Laughing and reaching again but this time his hand drifts south, fingertips grazing the back of your thigh, gently pulling you back towards him. 

The little hitch in your breathing goes unnoticed but the blush flooding your cheeks doesn’t. His smile widens and he pulls you again, knocking your knee gently into the bench between his own. 

“Please?” Holds his other hand out, big palm facing up and you lower your own down to wiggle your fingers at him. Eddie let’s out a low whistle while he turns your hand around to look at the little gold stars dotting the matte black claws; turns it over to see the glittery red underneath. 

“Oh I’d say that’s worth it.”

“You like?” 

“Mhm. You get you’re toes done too?”

That makes you blush harder for some reason but you nod. He’s still holding your hand gently, like he’d lean in for a kiss to the back of it. 

“Yeah, same red color.” His other hand is resting fully against your leg now, thumb moving slowly back and forth over your knee. He glances down at your feet briefly, toes hidden in your shiny black loafers. 

“I bet that’s real pretty.” When he looks back up at your face, dark eyes framed by dark lashes and that damn smile pulling those dimples out, you look away quick. If anymore blood rushes to your face you’re bound to pass out. 

“Did uh, did you wanna like, grab lunch or something?” He’s got you stuttering while you look around the parking lot for a distraction. Anything to get your mind off of his hand still gripping the side of your thigh. 

Jesus suffering fuck. 

“Sure. There’s a ramen place up the road that’s pretty good.”

It’s a small restaurant, ten tables and a bar. It’s just the two of you for a while in the booth that Eddie asked for. He’s been tapping his foot against yours since you sat. 

“Are you playing footsie with me?”

“Maybe.” His grin is infectious. You jostle him back and it devolves for a few minutes until the waitress shows back up with your drinks and a knowing look on her face. 

Eddie notes how easy you blush. It’s been at least four times today and he’s only been around you for maybe three hours. He’s trying to recall any other time he might have seen it, but he doesn’t think you’d let that kind of thing slide at work. It’d be seen as a weakness or some shit you and Cate make up. 

He briefly wonders how far down your neck it goes. 

“So do you actually like cooking?” You ask as your food arrives, unwrapping your chopsticks and dumping and ungodly amount of togarashi into your ramen. 

“Yeah actually. My uncle taught me how to cook, he made it fun. It just kind of stuck around I guess.” He looks bashful, swirling his chopsticks around the bowl. You realize this is a whole side of Eddie you don’t know about. 

“What’s your favorite thing to cook?”

“Honestly? I really like smoking ribs. Wayne had this contraption he built himself out back of his trailer, and he’d make some real creations out there.” He sounds wistful when he talks about his uncle. He’s brought him up a few times but never really explained why he spent so much time with him. You don’t want to pry, but your interested in this home brew smoker now. 

“Please tell me it was like some 50 gallon drum deal.”

“Oh of course! He used to be a welder in the Army so he had all kinds of shit he made. Still has that grill too.” 

Eddie rambles for most of lunch, constantly trying to deflect back to you but you’re invested in this uncle of his. Wayne sounds like quite the guy. 

“So you lived with him till what, you were 23?”

“Yeah. I just wanted my own space and he also needed his own space. I have dinner with him once a week though. At least.” Eddie’s been rubbing his hand on the back of his neck for a few minutes and you’re starting to get the signal to stop mining for now. 

“I’d love to meet him.”

“Oh he’d love you.” That rolls off his tongue fast and you both laugh. “Maybe I’ll drag you to dinner next week. You can tell him all about your drive thru crazies.”

“Oh I’m sure we’d both love that.”

The check has been sitting on the table for 20 or so minutes and when he tucks his card in, after swatting your hand away, the waitress descends and disappears with the check.  He’s nervous again, twirling his rings around his fingers, leg bouncing. You’ve taken a minute to check your messages but under the table you slide a hand onto his bouncing knee. It stills immediately, the flash of a smile you shoot at him quelling any knots under his ribs. It’s such a small gesture, your hand warm on his knee. He’s already decided he’s kissing you again outside.

 

“This was fun, thank you again for my nails. Seriously.” 

He reaches out for your hand, tucks his fingers up under your knuckles to stare at the gold stars. He doesn’t let go, instead pulling you along behind him towards his truck. 

“Unless you’ve got other plans, we can find something else to do. I’ve got all day.” 

“Okay.” You say it so quick, looking for any excuse to stay around him. It’s only taken you this long for a single date, you might as well make it last. “Wanna see a movie?” 

When he stops at his truck he doesn’t unlock it, just leans back against the door and pulls your hand in against his chest. 

“Anything good playing?” He asks quietly, laying his hand over yours to lay flat against him. You fit right between his feet, boots bracketing your loafers. 

“I don’t uh…” Your stuttering, caught watching his eyes flit between yours. “I’m not sure.” You finish lamely. 

“Well, I’ve got all means of streaming at my place. If you want.”

A year ago with anyone else this would have made you scoff and push back, spell being firmly broken by even the implication of some form of Netflix and chill. 

Eddie though? Eddie makes it sound like the sweetest thing in the world. And who are you, presuming he’s even gonna try and put a move on you?

(You’ll be absolutely devastated if he doesn’t.)

The warmth of him is enveloping you, the spice of his cologne and the last cigarette he had drawing you further in just before his hands do the same. Big palms cradle the sides of your neck, thumbs resting on your cheeks and he leans in. 

His lips are plush and warm and you tuck up close to him, arms squished between the two of you. His fingers inch up into your hair, holding your head, keeping your lips to his and honestly? Honestly. 

How dare he be so good at this and keep it from you for so long. You thought he liked you and he’s been depriving you of his lips parting and running his tongue over your own and-

“Ed.” You break the kiss, breathless and face hot but you’ve only got eyes for him. His pupils blown wide in the bright daylight, you can see a frown starting between his brows. “No, hey I’m not-this is great. Can we get in the truck?” It’s almost one long word of a sentence but he understands. You’re around to the passenger side before he’s even closing his door, your hand over the center console to grab his bicep and pull him over to you.

In the confines of the cab, kneeling on the seat so you can grab his hoodie and it’s your turn to pull him in. The little sound he lets out almost sounds like a whimper and it just makes you all the more confident. It’s your tongue running along the seam of his lips, the curve of a smile before he opens and lets you in. He taste like the mango mochi you two shared and your hands run up into his hair to keep him close. 

This is all you’ve been thinking about since he kissed you last week, waiting for another moment to lay your lips on him. It’s a few minutes of heavy kissing and his hands just under the edge of your sweater; you still haven’t let his hair go yet. Eddie is the first to pull away though, eyes squeezed shut when he rests his forehead against yours. 

“We can go back to mine, uh if you want? We don’t have to I know I said that earlier but we can go out and see a movie-“ You press two fingers against his lips to silence him. 

“I want to.”

The ride to his apartment is quiet. He drops his hand on its new home in the middle of your thigh, fingers digging in a little bit every time he turns a corner. 

That blackberry has been picked and washed and fully eaten in earnest. 

His apartment isn’t what you expected honestly. It’s two men living together, so the neatness throws you off. Everything has a home it seems, unlike your own place that’s like a cozy disaster zone. 

“I like your place.” You say over your shoulder standing in the open living room. He’d busied himself with putting your jackets away and dropping his stuff into a tray on the counter. Now he’s just standing in the kitchen watching you inspect the bookcase by the TV. 

“Do you like bourbon?” 

You glance at your phone to see 4:30pm. 

“A little early for dark liquor.”

Eddie shrugs and pulls out two rocks glasses and a round bottle, little jockey stopper on top. 

“We hit some kind of goal or something and Stacy and her husband bought everyone in the kitchen really nice bourbon.” He pulls the seal. “Thought I’d hang on to it for a special occasion.”

“Is this a special occasion then?”

“Yes.” His smile is warm. Looks at the little topper for a moment before sniffing the bottle. 

“That kind of smells like Christmas.”

He pours less than a finger in each glass and slides one over to you. He’s not wrong, and after he fishes out an ice cube for you, it goes down smooth. 

Hip cocked into the counter top and nursing your tiny glass of stupid expensive bourbon, you listen to Eddie go in on all the deserts he could use this in. You had no idea he could bake too and you feel a little cheated after all those bakery bought cookies he’s brought you. 

“Oh you know what else,” he ducks into his fridge and pulls out a mason jar of dark syrup, “this might be blasphemy but I don’t care. Let me see your glass.” You hold it out and he uses a spoon to drizzle some of it in the dregs of your drink. “Thats a blackberry and rosemary syrup I made and- what?” Your laugh cuts through his words and the way his face lights up makes laugh more. A clearer sign from the universe, you’ve never had. 

“I just really like blackberries.” 

He does put something on tv eventually but neither of you pay attention. It murmurs in the background while you two talk and when the sun starts to stretch across the wall of his living room you climb over the cushion separating you and try valiantly to invade his chest. He’s cozy and warm and he tastes like that syrup he made. He says something about whiskey tasting good on you too and any inkling you may have had about leaving his place tonight goes firmly out the window. 

The couch is comfortable and him nosing at your neck, dropping lazy kisses up and down the length of it makes you melt. His hands are heavy in your hair and where they slide down to meet his lips along your neck. You’d finally gotten a hand under his shirt, skin hot and soft. You can feel the muscles flex under your touch and you find out on accident he’s ticklish when you’re skating your new nails back and forth over his happy trail and the weirdest giggle escapes him.

“Sorry.” He smiles shyly. 

You want to hear that sound again but he has other plans. Untangles your legs and stands up, holds out his hand to you again. 

Just over the threshold of his room he looks at you, fully sincere. 

“Is this okay?”

Yes yes yes yes yes yes

You nod and gently kick the door closed behind yourself. 

With that barrier to the outside closed Eddie descends on you. Backs you right up against the door and kisses the breath right out of your lungs. You hang onto his shoulders while he pulls your sweater off. It hits the floor and his hands are right back on you sliding up your sides to cup your tits through your lace bra. You’d worn the set in the hopes that this exact thing would happen. 

“How’d you know blue’s my favorite color?” He whispers against your mouth before diving right down to the swell of your breast and nips lightly. You suck in a gasp and he does it again to the other one, runs his thumbs over your nipples. Your trying your hardest to get your fingers to cooperate and pull at the hem of his shirt. 

“Worry about me later.”

“Eddie, please.”

“Wanna see you first, gorgeous.”

When his hands fall to your jeans you let out a whine that makes him look up at you. 

“You okay?”

“Yes just. Please don’t stop.”

He hurries then, pushes your jeans down and turns you both to walk to bed. When the edge hits your legs you lift one to crawl backwards, a finger hooked in his belt loop in an attempt to pull him with you. He rips his shirt off instead and it’s truly it’s insane how he just keeps getting hotter. The dark lines of his tattoos against his pale skin makes you pant. 

“Oh what the fuck.” 

“I was just about to say the same thing.” He sounds breathless. Eyes roaming to take in the matching underwear that clings to your body. The tattoo on your sternum that he had no idea about and the other two just under your collar. There’s dark lines wrapping around your hip that he’s going to dig his teeth into soon. He reaches and lightly runs a finger over your sternum before trailing it down your stomach and stopping at the elastic of your underwear. 

“You wear this for me?”

You nod. 

“Oh good.” 

You don’t think you’ve heard him this quiet ever. He’s all whispers and heavy stares, that finger tip that’s inching into your underwear making your heart rocket into your throat. You wrap your hand around his and pull him so he has to kneel on the bed too, inch his finger down further. 

“Eddie?”

“Hm?” It rumbles in his chest. You snake both arms up to wrap around his neck and bring him in to ghost your lips over his. 

“Touch me. Please.”

Of course he has silk pillowcases, you think to yourself when the side of your face is pressed into them. The cool material is slick against your hot cheek, Eddie’s big hand laying between your shoulder blades. He isn’t pushing you down into the mattress but the suggestion is there. 

Stay. 

You’ve ended up in the middle of his bed bent in half with him kneeling behind you, gentle hand pulling your knees apart. You’re blushing for a thousand and one reasons, mainly because you’ve never played this little game before. At first you’d tried to hide your face and he’d tutted at you, gently prying your forearm away. Now you’re just trying not to grip the pillow too hard, only partially conscious of your new nails. 

“Eddie.” Your muffled whine gets his attention and he leans forward, puts a little pressure on your back. Your eyes roll.  

“You okay?” His voice is dark next you, quiet and gravely and you clench around nothing, he hasn’t even touched your pussy yet. A garbled ‘uh huh’ gets past your lips and you can hear him grin, the bastard. 

He slides your underwear over your ass and down, tossing them into some corner of the room, swings his knee over your calf and knocks your leg out to side some more. Your hips drop and he sighs, his right hand coming to slide up the back of your thigh, gripping at the soft skin and over the swell of your ass. 

“I’ve been waiting months for this.” A low laugh, how can he laugh at a time like this. You try to sit up a bit, to give him an incredulous look but he holds you down. You don’t mean to let out the moan you’ve been holding in, but he knocks it out of you. Laughs. Again. 

“You didn’t have to wait months.” Muffled again by the pillow. 

“We were having fun. You’re a good chase.” He gives your ass a light tap and then grabs the flesh hard. You arch your back into his touch and he immediately lets go to graze his fingertips over your slit, dipping in between your folds. 

“Jesus your so wet,” he huffs through his nose, “this for me too?”

Of course it is. You’ve been wet for him since he picked you up in his stupid truck, looking too good in his stupid jeans and big hoodie. Since he grabbed your thigh and asked about your god damn toes.Since the couch and his weird giggle. 

You’d like to be a smart ass and list off all the ways he’s driven you crazy just that day, but instead you just whimper. 

“Hmm?” He dips a finger down to circle your clit agonizingly slow. It sends a burning jolt through you and you cant your hips back to chase his touch. 

“Yes, oh my god!” It comes from deep in your chest, voice low and full of want. Every time he’s come in to visit you, hanging over the partition to joke and flirt at you. His little touches at the bar, a hand always lingering on your lower back or fingertips dragging over a knee. That drunk kiss in the parking lot of the bar a week ago. 

All you’ve done is want for months now. You’re about to bully your way into sitting up when he leans down and places a wet kiss on your shoulder. Drags the hand there down to your lower back, still splayed wide and warm. It makes you pause and he uses that minor distraction to easily slide two fingers deep in your cunt. 

It punches the air out of any argument you were trying to start, hands searching for something to grip. One finds his thigh and he still has his god damn jeans on? 

The slow drag of his fingertips inside you makes your mouth hang open. They’re big and you’ve been worked up since you woke up this morning so it just feels too good. 

Actually that’s a lie, you’ve been worked up since that first day he walked into the cafe with Jeff, all jokes and pretty eyes and no idea if he even liked coffee. Some dumb espresso joke later and you’d been stupid for him. 

Kind of like now, with one of his hands holding your back in an arch while his other moves at a torturous pace in and out, the wet sound of you sinful in the space of his room. 

“Do you know many times I thought about inviting you back here after the bar?” You roll your head back and forth, hiding your face under your hair. 

“Every time I gave you a ride I thought about it.” He enunciates his line with a particularly deep prod of his fingers, bringing his thumb to circle your clit again. “Coulda just bent you over my lap and shoved my fingers in, huh?” You clench down, files that little thought away for later. He gets his free arm up under your chest so he can hold you to him. Lays his weight against your back when he picks up the pace of his fingers and the strangled cry coming from you makes him even harder in his jeans. He peppers kisses along your shoulders, noses your hair out of the way so he can nip at the back of your neck. When he licks a stripe up to your ear he feels your strings cut, the chanting of his name sounding like music. 

“I gotcha baby. You gonna come for me?”

You’re nodding, whining his name, breath hitching in your chest. Between his thumb tracing hard and his fingers dragging against that sweet spot inside your eyes water and you grab at the back of his head, nails digging into his curls. The feeling building low is white hot where it creeps down and makes your legs shake. Pinned down under him you try to chase his hand with your hips, looking for that edge of relief and it’s just out of reach until it’s not. 

His chin is hooked over your shoulder so he can mouth at the side of your face while you go rigid under him. He’s still moving his fingers while you spasm around him and jesus christ he can’t wait to fuck you, plain and simple. 

“Breath baby, come on.” He whispers into your ear when he realizes you’ve been holding your breath. You let out a low groan that turns stuttering when he doesn’t relent with his thumb on your clit. 

“Eddie I can’t- too much!”

He ‘aww’s’ at you playfully but slows down his hand, only pulling out when you’ve regained some kind of normal breathing. Cuddled up behind you, face still close to yours where your breath fans over his cheek he leaves a wet kiss on yours and the toothy smile he sees in the waning light makes him feel warm. 

“Knew you’d be worth the wait.”

You slap his arm as he rolls off the bed to stand. The clink of his belt buckle makes you turn your head against the pillow to stare at him. His eyes don’t leave yours while he undoes the button and fly to push them down off his hips. He leaves his boxers on and before he can climb back on the bed you sit up in front of him, hug his thighs with your knees. From here you can look up at him and map the tattoos across his chest and over his shoulders down to his fingers. It’s past sunset now and the purple fading light does nothing but make his pale skin glow under all that dark ink. You pull his own move on him from earlier, tracing the tip of your nail up the back of his thigh. He shivers, leg jumping and when you firmly run both of your palms under the edge of his boxers he smiles down at you. 

“Tryin’ t’get fresh?”

“Maybe.” Sucking in your bottom lip to bite at it, you bring one hand around and run it down the flat plane of his stomach to the band of his underwear. 

“Can I?” A whisper and his eyes go half lidded, pupils dark and wide under his lashes. An almost too quiet ‘yeah’ and you tug the fabric down to free him. 

You must be making a face because he chuckles and runs a finger down your jaw. When you look back up at his face you grip the base of his dick and he hisses low, run your hand up the length of him to watch his head loll back. He’s big, thick and flushed red, the fat head of his cock hot against your palm. Damn near salivating you run the flat of your tongue up the underside of him, to the tip before fully wrapping your lips around him and hollowing your cheeks. Eddie is making a lot of noises you’ve never heard before, one’s that you want him to keep making but only after a few bobs of your head and hand he’s gently pulling your head back where’s he’s laced his fingers in your hair. 

“If you don’t want this to be over in five seconds, I’d suggest we stop that.”

“You get too excited?” Frowning at him you make a move to grab him again he crowds you instead, makes you crawl back towards the middle of the bed. He shuffles across to settle between your propped up knees and tosses a wrapper on your stomach. 

“How romantic Munson.”

“You wanna touch my cock so bad, you put it on.” His forwardness shuts you up. You tear the wrapper open in a rush, grab him again and give his dick a few tugs before rolling the condom down. His thumbs rub little soothing circles on your knees until you pull your hand away and he’s hauling your legs up to wrap around his waist. Pulls you to him with hands in the crook of your knees and he’s cradled in your hips, rocking his own forward to rub the tip of his cock along your folds. Catches it on your sensitive clit and you yelp. His frown is mocking yours from a moment ago, tilts his hips and does it again.

“Aw, honey is that too much?”

“Eddie I swear to god I’ll-“

“You’ll what?” He pulls back enough to line up, gives you one last chance to say something before he eases in. Slow drag until he’s fully seated against you and you both moan in unison. “That’s what I thought.” Your warm around him everywhere; thighs hugging his hips, hands running up his chest. 

“Jesus Christ you feel amazing.” 

The fluttering of your walls around his cock is doing nothing for his stamina, coming to terms with himself that this might not last long. 

That’s fine, you weren’t leaving tonight. 

The look on your face, eyes rolled back and mouth hanging open, makes him roll his hips to watch you squirm. He starts a slow rhythm, grabbing the cups of your bra and pulling down to let your tits free. When he pinches one between his knuckles you keen and arch your back. He does it again to hear that high sound and he picks up his pace, drilling deeper and making you chant his name again. 

“I can’t believe I waited this long for you baby, you feel so fucking good for me.” He pulls your legs from around him to push them up towards your chest, canting your hips with them to get at you deeper.  

“Eddie Eddie Eddie.” It’s high pitched and whiney and music to his ears. He can feel you pulsing around him like you were earlier. Props one of your legs on his shoulder to get his hand between the two of you to rub fast circles over your swollen clit.  

“You gonna come again?”

“Yes fuck, please don’t stop Eddie!” 

His hips snap against your ass and with every push your letting out a stuttering moan. Watching your lips form around his name, panting and pawing at your own chest, your hand around the back of his neck and long nails scratching against the sensitive skin brings everything to a pinpoint. His hips begin to stutter when you clench around him, your no slick coating your thighs and his fingers and his cock and it’s all it takes for him to bury himself deep. 

“Fuck fuck fuck.” He’s muttering, slowing his movement and rocking the two of you through the aftershocks, running a soothing hand up your leg still on his shoulder. 

“Come here.” Hands splayed to beckon him, cheeks pink and flushed, hair stuck to your sweaty forehead he thinks he might be falling in love after all these months. He’ll keep that to himself for now. Instead he pulls out and discards the condom over the side of the bed. Drops his weight on you, a huff from you and a smile pushed against your chest from him. The light touches from the tips of your nails make goosebumps pop up along his back where you gently rake your nails. 

It’s a while before either of you move and it’s only to get under the covers when the cooling sweat makes you cold. Eddie holds the corner up to help you get situated but holds out a hand when you try to tuck your feet in. 

“Hold on, hold on.” He snatches one of your feet to bring up closer to his face, making you bend weird and squeal. It tickles but he won’t let go, looking at your toes the way he did your nails earlier. 

“Eddie, seriously!”

“I knew they were pretty.” He places a light kiss on the outside arch of your foot and you wrinkle your nose. It tickles and it’s cute and his hand is warm on your cold foot. He only lets go to run a hand up the back of your calf to pull you under the covers where he drapes himself over you, hair curtaining and smothering you in him. 

In the middle of the night, after Jeff comes home and deftly ignores the scene left in the living room and you’ve gotten up to use the bathroom and rinse your mouth out you cuddle back up to Eddie’s side and wait for him to turn his head and look at you. 

“Hey, you wanna call in sick Sunday?”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, you can be my plus one for the wedding.”

“Cutting it a little close, no?”

“It’s my aunt, she won’t care.”

“I don’t have a suit.”

“Then we can get you one tomorrow.”

“It’s a date.”

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𝙼𝙴𝙴𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙾𝙽𝚂 - chapter 5: stone in love.

𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 - after presenting your portraiture project, you and eddie seem to get on a bit better... but how long can it last?

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 - 5.3k

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 - jealous?/protective eddie and a narrowly-avoided car accident... that's all I can think of

The professor tilted his head as he looked at Kate’s submission.  “Aren’t you worried it’s a little obvious?” he asked, and she looked totally thrown off her rhythm by that.

“Well— uh, I— it’s just that—”

“Calm down,” he laughed lightly, “it’s not bad at all.  The framing is perfect, and it makes the set work.  The similarity between the two images makes it rather comical."

Kate had taken a picture of her daughter— barely a year old— laughing with glee as she sat on the kitchen floor, only to be already throwing a tantrum in the second picture.  Based on the feedback, she’ll probably be getting a B from Professor Hill, and your palms got clammy as he stepped up to the next student; you didn’t need an A to pass the class, but you needed his approval for, you know, your sanity.

He tilted his head as he looked at Richie's submission next: two pictures of his wife, clearly posed, in sepia tones.  "This is interesting," he hummed.  "You're definitely showing two sides here.  But… they're not as different as you think.  I do like the subversion of expectations, though: the ‘happy’ side looks much more sinister than the more demure one."

"Th-thank you," Richie mumbled.

"Just maybe show a little more variety next time?" Professor Hill suggested, making Richie nod dutifully.

That feedback made you shift uncomfortably as you stood; it reminded you of waiting to be judged for the seventh grade science fair.  You got second place and, though that still disappointed you because you were so close to first, your dad had taken you out for a sundae afterwards.

You swallowed as you watched the professor sigh at the sight of George’s photos.  "Now, George, I see what you were going for here,” he said.  “It's hard not to… you're beating me over the head with your message."

Considering George’s two photos were one of his model dressed as an angel and another dressed as a devil… yes, it was obvious.  You felt a little better seeing that it wasn’t received especially well— you were afraid, when you saw George’s coming in today, that your set was too minimalistic.

But then he was looking at yours, and any sense of relief was gone as you straightened your back and waited for his feedback.

And waited.

He stared at yours for a long time.  A long, long time.  His face didn’t help you read him at all, and when he opened his mouth to speak, you were completely prepared for him to tear you to shreds for ignoring the prompt.

“You’ve done something so fascinating here,” Professor Hill finally broke the silence.  “You know, everyone else in the class chose to show two radically different sides of their subject, in fact, most of them changed clothes for the second shot.  But you… you’ve submitted two photos taken likely a split second apart.”

“Yes, actually, they were taken sequentially,” you explained.

“Why did you place them in this order?” he asked.  “Why not this one on the right?”

“Well… I’ll show you,” you decided, peeling the photos carefully off of the posterboard and sticking them back on the other way around.  “Doesn’t he look more insecure when they’re ordered this way?  Like he’s just had a thought, but he’s deciding not to say it?  I like it better the other way— it feels more hopeful.”

The professor smiled.  “I agree.  The order you’ve submitted them in, it evokes… the past and the future.  On the left, a man caught in a memory; on the right, a man dreaming of a possibility.”

You heard some of your classmates snickering to themselves, no doubt rolling their eyes and deciding that this is all pretentious artsy over-analysis— but you smiled, because they were just jealous and Professor Hill was right.  

“Congratulations,” he told you with a grin and a pat on the back, “this is really great work.  I’m giving you full credit; and I’m encouraging you to submit this for the end-of-year showcase.  See if you can find any galleries in Indianapolis looking for portrait work, too.”

 You were so excited, you couldn’t stop yourself; as soon as you ran home from the bus stop, you jumped on Eddie with a tight embrace, beaming as you put your chin on his shoulder.

“Woah, hey,” he mumbled, but eventually, he put his arms around you.  You pulled back, smiling up at him and laughing at the (understandably) confused look on his face.  

“I got a perfect grade,” you explained.  “Your pictures!  I got an A+!”

“Oh, wow,” he smiled, hands tightening where they held your waist.  “That’s amazing!  Might be the closest I’ve ever been to getting an A+ myself...”

“You did get it, Eddie, it was all you,” you insisted.

“I just sat there!” he dismissed. “You took the pictures, you did all the hard work— and it paid off!”

The front door swung open, and you and Eddie looked at your mom and Wayne stepping in— and you both seemed to realize, at the same time, that his hands were around your waist and yours were at the back of his neck.  And you must have also realized it was a little strange, because you both pulled away at lightning speed as your mom gave you a quizzical look.

“What’s going on?” she wondered.

“Mom— I got a perfect score on my portraiture project,” you explained, “the professor wants me to submit my work for competition.”

“Oh my god!” she gasped, running up to hug you.  “That’s amazing!”

“Good job,” Wayne offered you a tilted smile and a thumbs up, which you reciprocated while you were still caught in your mom’s arms.

You glanced back at Eddie from the hug, catching his sympathetic smile. 

“Let’s celebrate with a nice dinner, huh?” Wayne suddenly suggested.  “We could go out somewhere—”

“Why don’t you grill some steaks?” Eddie interjecting instead.  “Haven’t done that in a while.”

“If that’s what you want,” Wayne prompted you, and your mom released you from the hug.

Truth be told, you could think of a lot of dinners you would like more than Wayne’s homemade steaks, but, for one, you couldn’t think of any that your new makeshift family could actually afford…

And, two, it actually sounded sort of wholesome.  Wayne at the grill, your mom making sides, and Eddie… being nice?  He had gone soft on you for an afternoon in honor of your achievement, it seemed.

There was a peace to it— a sense of stillness and quiet even through the sounds of the meat on the grill, your mom making sides in the kitchen, the clanging of flatware as you and Eddie set the table.  You knew it wouldn’t last forever, and Eddie would go back to his usual self soon; it could all collapse at any moment, the illusion of normalcy.  It was less like a stalemate and more like a truce, like when armies declare a ceasefire for Christmas or something.  You laughed politely at Wayne’s safe attempts at humor, your mom listening to Eddie’s story about how he talked his way out of detention, and both of them explained some wedding plans they’d made.

“Actually,” your mom began, looking down sheepishly for a moment at her fork piercing some pieces of corn, “we wanted to ask you two something.”

You felt oddly nervous as you imagined what question they could possibly have that could concern the both of you.  You were watching her carefully, wondering if it would be the question you feared the most— the question you hadn’t even asked yourself yet— but it was Wayne that spoke up next.  “We thought it might be nice if you—” he looked at you— “were the flower girl.  And Ed, you could be the ringbearer.”

You glanced at Eddie, who did the same to you, and there was a shared understanding in a fraction of a moment— that you both wanted to point out that those were concerningly juvenile roles for two young adults, but that neither of you were going to say that just because it was easier to make them happy.

“That would be nice,” you nodded.

“I’m surprised you’re willing to give me any responsibility at all,” Eddie joked.

“I know they’re sort of silly jobs,” your mom smiled, “you’re probably thinking you’re a little old for a job kids normally do.”

You and Eddie looked at each other again.

“It wouldn’t be just that— the truth is, we decided not to have a bridal party,” your mom clarified.

“Right,” Eddie nodded, “and… what is that, again?”

“You know, groomsmen and bridesmaids and all that?” she told him.  “The best man, the maid of honor?”

“Oh,” he hummed, “I thought— I thought a bridal party was a party you had before the wedding.”

“That’s a bridal shower,” you corrected.

“But wait, what about a bachelorette party?” he tilted his head.

“That’s a different thing,” your mom said, “and we’re not having one of those, either.”

“And no bachelor party,” Wayne added.

“Aw,” Eddie pouted, “I thought we were gonna go to strip club!”  Wayne glared at Eddie who smiled nervously in response.  “I’m kidding, obviously,” he mumbled sheepishly.

“The point is,” Wayne continued, “we both thought that, really, you’d be the only ones up there with us.  There isn’t anybody else that matters to us much, anyways—”

I thought you had a brother, you almost blurted out, but then you realized it wasn’t worth bringing up now.

“We thought it might be sort of like having a best man and maid of honor, without calling it that.  I-it was just an idea—” he stumbled, but you cut in.

“I’m really honored that you want us to be involved that way,” you assured, “and we’ll do whatever we can to help out on your day.”

Wayne smiled a bit and nodded, and your mom held and squeezed his hand.  “We just want you both to know how special you are to us— and we’re so thankful that you’re supporting us.  We know this hasn’t always been easy for you.”

For the third and final time, you and Eddie looked at each other.  He was smirking like he could just burst out laughing right now; you imagined that you were giving him a hint of glare, but you couldn’t be sure what he saw in your eyes right then.

After that, normal dinner-consumption resumed; as usual, Eddie excused himself first— he ate fast and messy like he thought someone would swoop in and take his food away if he didn’t have it down in record time.  Then your mom was finished, though she hadn’t actually finished her food, and got up to start washing dishes.  And with just you and Wayne left, you figured it would be more enjoyable to help in the kitchen than try to navigate a conversation.  “Thanks for the steaks, Wayne,” you told him, and with a mouthful of mashed potatoes he only offered you a polite nod as you got up and took your plate to the sink.

“Thank you,” your mom said to you quietly as you scraped your plate; you thought, at first, that she was thanking you for cleaning up after yourself, until you realized she wouldn’t thank you for something that basic.

“What for?” you pressed.

“For saying yes,” she replied.  “Being our flower girl.”

“Oh,” you shook your head, “of course.”

“I know it’s silly,” your mom insisted again, “but it was Wayne’s idea, and I think it’s sweet.  I think you and Eddie are still little kids to him.”

“He didn’t know me when I was a kid,” you noticed.

“No,” she agreed, “but, he knows how it feels.”

You didn’t know exactly what she meant, but you understood it enough to nod and smile.  “I’m gonna go to my room,” you informed her, stepping out of the kitchen and through the living room to the hallway.  

The ambient sound of Eddie’s presence— namely, the jingling of a chain and the sound of dull fingernails scratching under a mess of curly hair— made you stop outside your door, though.

You leaned around the corner, seeing Eddie holding your project in his hand; you'd had to shove the posterboard into your backpack to make it fit, but the pictures hadn't been folded at all.  You were about to tell him not to go through your backpack like that, until you saw that he wasn’t doing anything.

He was just looking at the pictures— you hadn't shown them to him after development, but you let him know you'd picked two pictures from the same place.

That was meaningful since you and Eddie had taken way too many pictures, at tons of different locations around the Hawkins woods: two rolls of film were used by the end of the day.

"What do you think?" you asked him with a smile, making him jump as he realized you were watching.  You could've sworn you saw him wipe his cheek with the back of his hand before he turned to look at you, but you couldn't be sure why.

"Yeah, uh," he cleared his throat, "they're good.  You're… um, they're good."

“Thanks,” you nodded, “they are.  I’m pretty happy with how they turned out.”

“You should be, you got an A,” he nodded, awkwardly sticking his arm out to hand them back to you.  You took them back with a little smile.  “Did you develop the one where I was hanging upside down from the tree?  I kinda wanted to see it.”

“I didn’t,” you replied, “but I could, if you really want to—”

“No, no,” he shook his head, “don’t go through all that trouble.”

“Maybe I should,” you wondered, “and you could have it— like, something to remember our day together, I guess…”

Your heart was racing as you suggested it, but he shook his head again as he stuffed his hands into his pockets.  “Oh, that’s not necessary.  I’m never gonna forget that day,” he promised.

He didn’t say anything else, he just stepped past you and walked out of the room.  You looked down at the pictures in your hand, and your professor’s writing underneath.

Great work!  Excited to see what you can do with color next time.  A+

You remembered what he said about looking for galleries to submit them to, and decided to get on with that— you left the room, too, in search of the phone book so you could start circling numbers to call tomorrow.

You would’ve never gone to sleep if you knew that Eddie was going to take over the house while you were unconscious.

It started innocently enough.  "I'm gonna try to get some beauty rest for an hour or so," you announced to the lunch table as you stood up— because a foggy Sunday afternoon is the perfect time for a nap, and you hadn’t slept too well after waking up from a specific dream about your bunkmate.

"You're gonna need more than an hour," Eddie quipped, and you kicked him under the table.

"Sleep tight, honey,” your mom offered, and with that, you shut yourself in your room for a while.

You didn’t sleep all that much, but you did get some rest— most of all you got some quiet, which you were in desperate need of.  Of course, you only got that quiet because you kept a pillow over your head, otherwise you would’ve heard Eddie watching TV so much louder than he needed to; he just had to try to disrupt you, it seemed.

You actually stayed stowed away for more than an hour— more like an hour and a half, until Eddie rapped on the door and leaned in.

“What?” you asked pointedly without looking up from your book.

"So, hey, here's the thing," he began.  "The theater room is being used today by, well, theater— and we can't reschedule our campaign because Jeff has robotics camp…"

“There must be some part of this that I’m supposed to give a fuck about?” you assumed.

"We're meeting here tonight."

You slammed your book shut and stood up in front of your bed.  "Hell no," you replied.

He coughed.  "Uh, I wasn't actually asking.  I live here too."

"I lived here first!" you reminded him.

"Your mom already said they could come over!" he rebutted.

"MOM!" you yelled for her, wanting that decision explained to your face.

"She's not home," he informed you, “left during your beauty rest.  And she said I could have Hellfire here, so, eat me.”

“No thanks— they say you are what you eat, and I don’t wanna be a giant dork, so—” you quipped, but you were interrupted by the doorbell ringing.

“They’re here!” Eddie noticed excitedly, bounding down the hallway to the front door.

Curious, you followed him until you were in your doorway, crossing your arms and leaning against the frame. 

He opened the door rather dramatically, revealing his band of fellow freaks on the other side, puffing up his chest and then bowing and extending his arm to let them in.  “My good sirs,” he greeted.

They bowed in return; you felt like you were watching some kind of bizarre ritual.  At least they won’t be low on virgins to sacrifice, you thought with a smirk to yourself.

It was the one with the curly hair and trucker hat that walked in first, looking around the house and nodding.  “Nice place,” he told Eddie.

“It’s not his place,” you corrected, crossing your arms and getting the attention of the group.  “It’s mine— or, well, my mom’s, but—”

“Woah,” the kid interrupted, eyes going wider.  “You’re his sister?”

“I mean, not really—” you began, getting cut off again.

“He talks about you,” a gangly-looking kid with dark hair suddenly said.

“That’s— it sounds weird when you say it like that,” Eddie dismissed with a thin laugh as he wrapped his arms around both boys.  “You came up,” he explained, “I mean, I wanted to warn them you’d be here, being all… annoying and stuff, presumably.”

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna stay as far out of your way as possible,” you promised, “I’m just gonna be in my room—”

“Wait, don’t we get to meet Eddie’s new sister?” the curly-haired one frowned.  “After he talked about her so much?”

“What?” you asked.

One of the older boys, standing in the back, mumbled, “You don’t even know the half of it.”

“Hey!” Eddie barked at him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you snapped.  

“Guys, can’t you just introduce yourselves?  Act normal for a half second?” Eddie suggested to the group.

“You said normal is overrated,” the dark-haired one reminded him.

“Yeah, but this is a girl.  You guys remember how to talk to girls, right?”

Most of them shook their heads.

“Lucky for you all, I’m actually a woman,” you frowned, “and I’m just gonna hide in my room, if you don’t mind—”

“Our room,” Eddie smiled, tilting back on his heels for a second.

The one with curly hair stuck his hand out towards you.  “I’m Dustin.  Henderson— Dustin Henderson, nice to meet you.”

You gave his hand a quick glance before shaking it; god knows where that’s been.  “Eddie talks about you too, you know.”

“Really?” Dustin smiled.

“I’m sure much more flattering things than he says about me,” you laughed.

“Uh— I’m Mike,” the taller one offered next.  “Mike Wheeler.”

“Wheeler!  You’re Nancy’s little brother?” you noticed, and he nodded.

“Do you know her?” he wondered.

“Not well— but she and I— we met once or twice.  I’m friends with her boyfriend, Jonathan— or, I guess, we were friends, before he moved… I dunno.  Anyways,” you caught yourself oversharing, “nice to meet you.”

“I didn’t know you knew Will’s brother,” another one said, stuttering for a half-second when you looked at him.  “I’m Lucas, by the way.”

“Yep, these are our new blood,” Eddie announced proudly as he stood behind the three boys.  “The future of Hellfire.”

“Good to know you have lots of… impressionable children to spend your time with,” you said flatly.

“You, uh, probably don’t remember me—” another member said, but you were smiling at him before he finished.

“Jeff,” you nodded, “of course I do.  You were the only one who could stay still for my pictures.”

His skin was too dark to show a blush, and yet you could tell he was anyways just by the way he smiled and glanced down.  “O-oh, uh, yeah… that was a while ago.”

“Stuck with me,” you shrugged.  “But you,” you turned your attention to the other one standing in the back, “you weren’t a member then, were you?”

“Uh, no,” he shook his head, “not yet.  I’m Gareth.”

“Also known as Corroded Coffin’s metal-as-fuck rhythm guitarist and metal-as-fuck drummer,” Eddie added with a proud grin, “respectively.”

“Right,” you hummed, “I’m sure you’re… very, very loud.”

“We try to be,” Gareth shrugged.

“Okay, can we stop doing introductions now and get to playing?” Lucas groaned.  “Please?”

They did; and you were going to hide in your room, you really were— you did, for the first ten minutes.  But then you were hungry and decided to sneak something from the kitchen, especially without your mom around to judge you for the junk food.

That was the plan, but it went awry all too soon.  You could hear them at the kitchen table, but they hadn’t spotted you; you stayed behind the wall in between, with only a view of Eddie’s shoulder and the corner of the table.

“I’ll… open the door,” Mike announced.

“No!  Wait,” Jeff stopped him, “let me cast Find Traps first.”

“Good idea,” Dustin agreed.

“No traps,” Eddie told the table.

“Somehow, that feels ominous,” Lucas decided.

“Okay, I’m gonna open the door,” Mike insisted.

“You open the door,” Eddie informed him, “and behind the door waits… a troll!”

“Oh Jesus,” Jeff groaned.

“I knew it,” Lucas reminded everyone.

It took you a moment to realize that the slurred, deep voice you heard after that was actually Eddie’s troll impression as he spoke for it, and you covered your mouth to suppress a giggle at the ridiculous voice.  You hopped up and sat on the counter, still obscured from the group’s view; there you stayed for the rest of the campaign, swinging your feet off the edge, trying your best to be discreet as you carefully snacked from a bag of chips, listening to Eddie and the club laugh and yell and roll dice like it was so much more than a dumb game.

You held your three-ring binder to your chest as you walked in step with Pete, laughing at his caricature-esque impression of Professor Bingen.

“Stop!” you snorted, pushing him on the shoulder.  “He doesn’t sound like that!”

“He so does,” Pete insisted.  “Today, uh, we’ll be discussing, uh, the, uh, human psyche, uhhh—”

“Come on,” you rolled your eyes, “that’s not fair— we talk about the human psyche every day.”

“Still,” Pete smirked, “he’s so boring.  All of psychology is boring.”

“Then why did you even sign up for this class?” you wondered.

“Uh, isn’t it obvious?” he replied with a raised eyebrow.  “That class is full of chicks!”

You sneered as you broke away from the eye contact— in the distance you spotted Eddie’s van, and he was outside of it, leaned against the passenger door.  “Enrolling in a class just to meet girls,” you mumbled, “how romantic.”

“Hey, maybe it is,” Pete defended with an elbow to your side, “you don’t know— maybe I’ll meet Mrs. Right during one of those mind-numbingly boring lectures."

"I guess we'll see," you shrugged.  "My ride's here, so I'll catch you later?"

"That's your ride?" he noticed, nodding towards Eddie.  "Uh, he looks scary."

"He doesn't scare me," you rolled your eyes.  Even without the tats and leather and other tough guy accoutrements, Eddie's uncharacteristic glare that he wore at the moment was contributing to the 'scary' persona. Who pissed in his cornflakes? you wondered.

"You, um…" Pete cleared his throat.  "You hang out with guys like that?"

You looked at the classmate beside you, and realized by the look on his face what he meant.  "Oh!  No, he's my— he's my brother, I guess."

"Oh," Pete sighed.  "That makes a little more sense.  Still kind of terrified for him to see me with you, though, so, uh— catch you later?"

"Sure!" you agreed, waving, but he was already gone; he'd nearly left a cloud in the shape of his silhouette he ran so fast.

Deflating with a sigh, you approached Eddie where he was parked and waiting by the curb.

"'Sup?" you asked, but he said nothing, just opening the door for you and slamming it shut as soon as you were sat; he came around to the driver's side and you could definitely see that he was irritated, but you still didn't know why.

He broke the uncomfortable silence a few seconds after he started the van. “Who was that?” Eddie asked— already his tone put you off, and you moved your head back as you crinkled your brow.

“You mean Pete?” you replied, body lurching as Eddie began the drive with just a bit too much force.  “He’s in my psychology class.”

“You two are, uh, friendly?” Eddie noticed, turning his head to change lanes and sending that hair spinning over his shoulders.

“Well, we have a project together,” you explained.

“And?  Who is he?”

“He’s Pete,” you repeated.

“But like— what’s his deal?” Eddie pressed.

“Well, he’s single,” you sneered, “which you must be relieved to hear since you’re so obsessed with him.”

“Jesus,” Eddie rolled his eyes, “so now I can’t even ask about someone you’re talking to?  I’m just curious, since, you know, you don’t have any friends.”

“Fuck off,” you spat.

“He’s probably trying to get you into bed, you know,” Eddie warned.  “Just remember that.”

“He’s literally just trying to pass the class, as am I, Ed,” you denied.

“Nope!  No way,” he shook his head, waving his hand quickly before putting it back on the steering wheel.  “He only has one thing on his mind.  And it’s not his fucking grades.”

“You would know,” you rolled your eyes.

“Exactly!” he yelped.  “Men are disgusting.  Don’t let that guy even think you’re interested in him, or he’s never gonna let it go.  Also, you should probably have pepper spray in your backpack.”

“You know, to your credit,” you offered, sighing as you crossed your arms and looked out the window, “this is the first time I’ve really felt like I have a brother.”

His demeanor shifted suddenly, and he sounded way too proud of himself when he replied, “Really?”

You didn’t say anything, just puffing out a breath of air.

“Is that a bad thing?” he realized, deflating a bit.

“It is when it’s you!” you answered.  “You’re trying to drive me crazy, right?”

He let out a little sigh.  “Sometimes.  And sometimes I just… I dunno.”

You looked at him to see him shaking his head.  “What?” you wondered.

“Sometimes I’m actually just trying to protect you,” he admitted, catching your gaze for a moment, “believe it or not.”

Your question was just one word— an instinctive reaction, a first-thought-best-thought blurt.  And in the Freudian tradition that you’d been learning about that very day, it said more than anything else could have.

You didn’t even look up from your lap where you were picking at one of your nails; it just sort of… came out.

“Why?” you asked him.

He didn’t look at you, he just smiled and glanced down for a second, before returning his focus to the road ahead.

Just then, saved by the chord, you heard an all-too-familiar tune start to play on the radio.

Josie’s on a vacation far away—

“Turn it up!” you demanded, as if you weren’t already reaching for the knob.  “I love this song!”

“Of course you do,” he mumbled unenthusiastically.

“ —and talk it over,” you began to sing along emphatically, “so many things that I wanna say, you know I like my girls a little bit older—”

“How can you like this?” he glanced at you.

“Shut up, it’s good,” you shoved him on the shoulder.  “I just wanna use your love, tonight—”

“This is horrible, I hate this,” Eddie informed you, and you turned to lean in closer to him as you sang confidently (if not too pitch-accurate).

“I don’t wanna lose your love, toniiiiight!”

You mimed the aggressive double-strike on the snare, beginning to drum all over the air as the song continued.

“I ain’t got many friends left to talk to, nowhere to run when I’m in trouble,” you continued, “you know I’d do anything for you—”

In the corner of your eye, you noticed Eddie looking at you, and you looked back at him as you grinned and kept singing.

“Stay the night but keep it undercover,” you added, and for some reason, you winked at him.  He glanced away quickly.

You kept singing and dancing (as best you could while buckled into a passenger seat), swinging your head around wildly as the chorus played again.  He watched you and laughed.  “You know, it’s wasted on a song like this,” Eddie interjected, nearly yelling to be heard over the song, “but you do know how to headbang.  You’d fit right in at a Corroded Coffin show.”

You stopped singing, because there weren’t words for the guitar solo anyways, and looked over at him.  “Really?  You should take me some time,” you decided, resting your arm on the console between you two.

“Yeah?  I will,” he smiled, and you smiled back, and then you realized that you were pretty close to him— too close, maybe?  But it didn’t feel too close, it felt… nice.  It made your heart race, but you liked it anyway.

The interlude ended and the words picked back up again, but you weren’t singing along this time.  You were too busy looking at Eddie’s eyes, because they were looking at your lips.  

Try to stop my hands from shakin’, ‘cause something in my mind’s not makin’ sense…

Why was he looking at your lips?  Why were you looking at his?  Most of all, why did they look so… kissable?

Been a while since we were all alone, I can’t hide the way I’m feelin’...

It almost seemed like he was moving in closer— he wasn’t moving in closer, was he?  He wasn’t about to kiss you, right?  Oh god, he’s about to kiss you.  

You knew you should stop him, you should put your hands on his shoulders and tell him that yes, you had thought about it too, but this can’t happen; you’re family, kind of.  Well, not really, but… maybe too close to it?

You started to reach up to his shoulders, but you realized that if you touched him, you wouldn’t push him away— no, you’d pull him closer, you’d squeeze those strong shoulders, you’d tangle your fingers in that hair…

HOOOOOOOONK!

You and Eddie both screamed— briefly, but still embarrassingly high-pitched— as you looked back at the road and saw a truck speeding towards you in the oncoming lane… which the van had drifted into, of course.  Eddie slammed the brakes and jerked the wheel quickly, which got you out of harm’s way but into the dirt on the side of the road; your hands grabbed at the first things they could find, which were your door on the right and his arm on your left.

Within a few seconds, the van came to a screeching halt and you and Eddie let out a simultaneous sigh.

You peeled your hand off of his arm, and he turned his head to the side with a blank— yet so expressive— look on his face.

Your Love was still playing.  You reached forward and turned the radio off.

“That was fun,” Eddie announced breathlessly, “let’s have more near-death experiences together.”

#eddie munson x reader #stepbrother!eddie munson x reader

[warmaidensrevenge]

Love and pinball

Pairing: Eddie x Plus!size fem reader

A/N: Oh man it's been a long while. I've been taking a long needed break. But now I'm back and I have a bunch of ideas that need to be written. So I'm looking forward to what's next. I would also like to add that I had help from @salenorona23 to write this fic. I would liked to thank you. You honestly come up with the best ideas.

Thanks for sticking around. I appreciate all of you. I hope you enjoy the conclusion of Love and Pinball.

The song I added was an inspiration to me. Kay love ya. Byyyye.

Word count: 3,199

I do not give permission for my work to be published anywhere else. Please respect all creators. All the pictures I used for my collage were taken from a Google search. A credit to the original posters

Warnings: 18+ no minors please. Sexual implications, loss, grief, heartache and angst. Not proof read.

Part 8: Together

Summary: Grief will rip us apart. But love, real love can help us back to each other.

You stirred a little and placed a hand on your stomach. There was something wrong. You felt empty.

You weakly called out for Eddie. " B-baby?"

Your eyes opened slowly and the sun was blinding. You looked around and saw Paul and your mom. Then you saw Eddie who was sitting next to the bed, holding your hand. He had never looked so bad.

It was quiet. The silence and the single heart beat on the monitor was ominous. You remembered a little of what happened when you got to the hospital. But you were in and out of it.

"Is-ugh-is the baby okay?" You asked, trying to sit up.

Eddie and Paul stood quiet as your mom came to your side and started stroking your hair.

" Honey…I'm so sorry."

-

You cried for four days straight, with your mom never leaving your side. Even though you knew Eddie had to be with Liam. It hurt so much more to go through the loss of the baby without him.

Those four days were the worst in Eddie's life. When he was away he wished he was with you. And when he was with you all he did was hold you as you sobbed.

He felt like he was the reason you guys were suffering.

On the fifth day, you were going to be discharged from the hospital. Eddie had left work early to be the one to take you home. However, when he got there you were already gone.

Confused and worried he went home. Only to find suitcases by the door.

" Sweetheart?" He called out.

He found you in the nursery clutching the baby blanket from the hospital.

" Sweetheart?"

When you looked at him, he had never seen so much pain in someone's eyes.

You were dreading this moment ever since you decided to run. The only thing that kept you from taking off without a single care was the respect you had for Eddie. He deserved more than him coming home to see you were gone. He needed to know that you would be okay.

You looked back at the empty crib and felt such heartache. To the means of something you could not put into words.

" My mom went to say goodbye to Paul and Natalie. She's going to be back soon."

Eddie remained quiet and watched you. Waiting for the other shoe to drop.

" I-I'm gonna go back with her."

His heart sank.

" I need some time…"

You didn't need to finish for him to understand what you needed. And though it tore him apart, he wanted you to be okay.

He took a few steps towards you. "Y/n, I think it's a good idea. You should be with your mom for a few days."

You tensed under his hand that was suddenly on your back. He almost lost it. He almost broke down. But he couldn't. So he didn't.

What he did instead was help put your bags in the trunk and helped you with your seatbelt.

Not once did you look at him. You barely said anything at all.

" Sweetheart, I'll be here when you get back."

Your head was hung while you nodded.

Eddie's heart shattered all over again watching the car fade into the distance.

Maybe this was for the best. Maybe it wasn't what was best for him. But it was what you needed. Right now all you needed was family.

…

3 weeks later

You always did hate how hot New Mexico was. You hated the bugs and the disgusting dry heat. But all of those things didn't bother you anymore. Those inconveniences were nothing compared to the suffering you felt.

It had been three long weeks since the loss of your baby girl and you couldn't find it in you to get out of bed. Or to really talk things out with Eddie.

Sure he called countless times, asking when you were gonna come home. But the answer was always the same. You didn't know.

That wasn't true though. You were never going back. How could you? How could you go on and pretend that baby Claire never existed? How could you face the man you loved knowing it was your fault she didn't make it? That the family you wanted was gone.

Chrissy gave him something you couldn't. A baby. And you hated her for that. You hated that she had a healthy beautiful baby boy, while you were left with this empty feeling.

That wasn't the person you wanted to be. And it was definitely not something you wanted Eddie to see.

It took everything you had to breathe. To wake up and not blame yourself.

But the agony you felt wouldn't go away no matter how hard you tried. And no matter how many tears flowed, there was always more.

It especially hurt when Eddie would call and you could hear Liam crying. It was excruciating to hear cries that weren't hers.

Deep down you wanted to be with Eddie. And you really did love Liam. But you just couldn't do it. It was too hard.

On the fourth week you were woken up by a tiny human.

" Tee? Wake up Tee."

You opened your eyes and found big blue ones looking back at you.

"Morning Tee."

You smiled as she climbed into bed and gave you a big hug.

" Hi baby. Oh I've missed you."

Natalie giggled when you gave her a bunch of kisses.

" Hey champ."

You looked up from Natalie and saw Paul standing by the door.

Your eyes started to swell and your chin trembled." H-hi."

After hello hugs you went to the kitchen and sat there watching Natalie eat.

" What're you guys doing here?"

Your mom poured you and Paul coffee and put a hand on your shoulder.

" Honey, your brother is leaving Natalie here for a while."

You looked over at Paul and he nodded. " I uhhh Natalie needs you…and I think you need her too."

You frowned and tears filled your eyes again. Then you nodded and sniffled. " I do."

You wiped away your tears and lightly laughed. " I'm sorry."

" Tee don't be sad."

You smiled softly at her. "I'm just really happy to see you."

She giggled and got down from her chair and raised her arms up for you to pick her up. Once on your lap she started humming.

" Tee, can we make cookies?"

You kissed the top of her little head. " Of course baby."

You looked up at Paul and your mom and saw them giving you small smiles.

For the first time in a month, you felt ok…Better.

-

Eddie was going through it. Sure he still had Liam, but he lost a daughter too. And he started resenting you for leaving him. Especially since you were only supposed to be gone for a little bit.

It was now a month and a half later and you still haven't said when you were coming back.

That was until you called him.

" Hey sweetheart."

" Hi."

He sat down on the bed. " How are you?"

You sighed. " Better."

His brows pinched together. " Yeah? That's good. I uhh miss you.”

“Eddie I- ummm I left a few things and I was hoping you could send them to me?”

He was quiet for a second. Didn't you miss him too?

“ Uhh yeah. Yeah. Sure baby. What do you need?”

He wrote down the list of things and was confused. Photo albums, jewelry and your diploma. Things that were important and likely irreplaceable.

“Umm sweetheart? Do…do you really want me to send this stuff?”

You cleared your throat before answering. “ Yeah.”

He nodded and fought back his tears. Why did it feel like you weren't coming back?

" Y/n? You're coming home…right?"

He heard you sniffle and knew your answer.

" Baby, please. I-I-"

"I have to go. I'm sorry."

-

When you hung up, it was like you felt everything you felt a month ago. But ten fold. It was horrible.

You originally hoped calling him would change your mind about not going back. Instead, all it did was solidify that you could never go back and face him.

You laid in bed that night thinking of all the things that you should've said to him. You should have said you were sorry for falling that day. For losing Claire. For running away. But most of all you wanted to say you loved him very much.

All the pain you felt started making you cry. After a minute or so you felt a little bit of movement behind you. Then you felt a tiny hand stroking your hair.

You turned around and saw Natalie staring at you.

" Don't cry Tee."

You whimpered a little as you wiped your eyes.

She grabbed your hand." Everything's gonna be alright."

" I know, baby. I know."

" Then-then why are you crying?"

You sniffled. " Everyone cries baby."

Natalie frowned. " I don't like it when you cry Tee. It scares me."

Your brows pinched together and you reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear. " Why honey?"

" Because when big people cry, that means something bad happened. And I don't want bad things to happen."

You sucked in a breath and nodded. " I'm sorry. I-I won't cry anymore."

She held out her pinky. " Promise."

You let out a small laugh and hooked your pinky with hers. " I promise baby."

She leaned in and gave you a hug and a kiss before getting under the covers. Then she started humming a familiar tune until she fell asleep.

You squeezed her gently and thought of the day you guys went shopping with Eddie replayed in your head.

It was at that moment you knew what you had to do.

It was time to work on getting better. For your family. And for Eddie.

-

Eddie cried after he hung up the phone. He never felt so alone before. Or so sad. What did he need to do to get you home?

He wanted to go to you, but with Liam and work he really couldn't. On top of that he was heartbroken.

But what made things worse was that Chrissy decided to give him full custody of Liam. All she said when she dropped him off was that Jason proposed to her. So she handed him Liam and paperwork that she had a lawyer draw up.

That was a week ago.

Thank God for his friends. He didn't know what he would do without Gareth or Robin. They were his saving grace. But the only person he really wanted was you. Looks like he wasn't going to get that happy ending he always wanted.

-

Two weeks later

It was a stormy Saturday afternoon. Eddie had just put Liam down for a nap. He had been so fussy today. He had this little cough that scared him. So after a doctor's visit he gave him some medicine and put him to bed.

Eddie went outside to sit on the porch and look at the paper. He was searching for an affordable place that he and Liam could move into. He felt that it wasn't right to stay in your place without you.

However, the only place he could afford was in Forest Hills and he wanted better for Liam. But there was no other choice.

He closed his eyes and sighed. “ Wish you would come home.”

He then heard a car door close. When he looked up he saw you standing there. Umbrella in one hand and a suitcase in the other.

When the cab drove off you started towards him.

He was in shock. With no clue what to actually say or do, he just sat there.

You reached the steps and stared at him. All you could think about was how much you've missed him.

“I…I know there's nothing I can say to take back what happened and how I reacted to it. Just know that I am so sorry for leaving you.” You moistened your lips and continued. “ I should've known that losing our girl was going to hurt you too. I was selfish and a jerk… and I get it if you can't forgive me. I just came back to apologize and to say if you need me, I'll be here... And I need you to know that I'm not 100% right now. And...and I don't think I ever will be. But I'm willing to try and be. For you and Liam...For me too.

He stood up and dropped the newspaper. Just then the slight drizzle turned into a downpour. He went down the steps and pulled you into a hug. Your body trembled in his arms as tears filled his eyes.

“ I missed you so much baby.” he leaned back and kissed you.

After a few seconds you guys heard Liam cough.

He looked down at you and put his forehead on yours. “ I know what you're gonna say. But I don't care. I like how much of a cliche we are together…That's how I know it's real.”

You nodded. “ I guess you're right…Curls?”

“ Yeah sweetheart?”

“ I'm not leaving again. Not ever. Well not willfully.”

He chuckled and went to kiss you again but you put a hand on his chest.

“ Common bud, I wanna see Liam.”

He nodded and grabbed your luggage. Following you inside.

-

You never ran. Not when Chrissy came back crying that Jason left her and then tried to take Liam. Not when he was let go from the plant. Even when things got overwhelming when Hannah and Layla were born. When postpartum hit you like a truck. You didn't leave.

Even when things got better and the band got a record deal and he spent more time on the road than at home. You stayed and supported him. You said and did all the things a partner should. You challenged him to be better and you were honest with him. You did so much for him and the family. You took care of the house and the kids, even though you needed help. You didn't leave when he missed so many birthdays, little league games and ballet recitals.

Because you loved him and he loved you. No matter how hard or easy things were. You both showed up for each other. No matter what, you had each other's back.

-

Eddie hadn't been home in a few months and you never missed him more. Maybe it was because the kids were asking when he was coming back. Or maybe it was because your anniversary was coming up and you needed your anniversary kisses. Either way he was way overdue for a cuddle session.

All day you tried to focus on the daycare. And for the most part you kept it together. That was until you were about to leave for the day.

He was there. Leaning against his red BMW with his legs crossed at the ankles and hands in the pockets of his leather jacket.

You could cry right now. But instead you melted seeing him smile at you.

“ Hey Mrs. Munson. Beautiful weather we're having.”

You shook your head and went to him. Giving him hugs and all the kisses you've been saving just for him.

“ Mmmmm sweetheart. Let me get you home first.”

He led you to the passenger side and opened the door. As soon as you slid in, you climbed down from cloud nine. You opened your mouth to say something when he closed the door and held up his hand.

“ Don't worry, your car will be safe here and the kids are at Paul's. It's just you and me tonight.”

-

You didn't make it past the living room. You were on each other as soon as the front door closed.

Eddie sighed with satisfaction. “ God I've missed you.”

“ Better have.”

He chuckled and placed a wet kiss on your cheek. “ I always miss you when I'm gone. You and the kids.”

You swallow and nod. “ So how long do we get you for?”

He hummed and pulled you to lay in his arms. “ I'm not sure. 1 or 2, maybe 3 years.”

You lifted your head and gave him a surprise look.

He grinned at you. “ The band decided we needed a break. To get back to our roots and be with our families. So we all agreed that a long vacation would do us good. Obviously, we can't just disappear for 3 years.”

“ Right.”

He reached up and tucked your hair behind your shoulder. “ Yeah. So we set it up to only do local shows a few times a month and do 9 big venues in the surrounding states. But only in the summer so I can bring you guys with me.”

You were speechless. You've been wanting to hear those words from him for a long time now. It was the best thing he had ever said to you.

You smiled softly.“The kids would love that.”

“ What about you?”

You laid your head back on his chest. “ Well I don't know. I guess I can take it or leave it.”

He gasped. “ I beg your pardon!” He then started to tickle your sides and made his way on top of you.

“ Ahhh curls! Okay okay!”

He stopped and grinned down at you.

You smiled back at him. “ I would love nothing more than for all of us to be together. I love that you're home…I miss you bud. So much.”

He nodded slightly before leaning for a kiss.

“ Mmm sooo speaking of all of us…I was thinking maybe we could work on baby 4 and 5.”

You clicked your tongue. “ Hmmm that sounds fun. Maybe pinball after?”

He chuckled lightly. “ Love then pinball?”

“ Or.” You raised a brow. “ Love and pinball?”

“ Oh you're naughty baby.”

You both grinned at each other for a moment before he got up.

“ I'll get us snacks and juice boxes.”

You laughed as he helped you up. “ I'll be down stairs beating your score.”

He smacked your bottom. “ We'll see about that “

-

As you stood in front of the thing that started it all you couldn't help but feel joy. The very same Grand Prix game you guys played all those years ago was now yours. Well it has been since Eddie gifted it to you as a wedding present.

You sighed happily as you took the quarter from the return slot and popped it in. The lights and music were the exact same as always.

You pulled back the spring handle and the ball was off. Whirls and dings were all too exciting. It was perfect. And in a few minutes you were almost to the high score. But then there were hands on your hips pulling you back so that you were flushed against his chest.

“ No distract-” you tried to say but cut off as you watched as the silver ball fell right between your paddles. Then you heard a slight chuckle.

“ Sorry sweetheart. You lost.”

Sighing in defeat, you turned around in his arms and wrapped yours around his neck. “ No bud. I think I won.”

Eddie looked back and forth between your eyes and understood what you meant.

He put his forehead on yours. “ We won.”

...

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[stobinesque]

like a moth to the flame [pt. 2]

Technically a follow-up to my first fill for the @steddiemicrofic challenge for September, but both parts can be read as standalones!

prompt: ‘charm’ | wc: 548 | rated: E

cws/tags: Vampire Steve, Sex Compulsion, Dubious Consent (definitely leaning strongly on the "Eddie is into it regardless" end of the scale, but....he's still being compelled), Blood, Transmasc Eddie (cunt and dick are used to refer to genitals), Vaginal Sex, Honorifics

smut below the cut, folks!

"Hands over your head, darling."

Eddie's hands lifted like they were on wires, yanked upright by the deft flick of a puppeteer's wrist.

"Mmm, delicious how quickly you obey my Command." The golden creature standing before him stroked a papery-smooth hand across his face. "Not every meal is as..." The man's face broke into a satisfied grin. "Acquiescent."

Eddie felt his face flame. The way the man spoke... Eddie's heart raced in his chest, and somewhere beneath the adrenaline and desire he thought there was a faint strain of fear burgeoning.

"But I think..." the man continued, taking Eddie's wrists into his own hands, and crossing them one over the other. "Yes, like that. Don't you make a pretty picture, pet?"

Eddie's head was swimming — like he'd had three glasses of his whiskey ginger rather than the two-thirds of one he actually had. His heartbeat was pounding in his ears, and he didn't know how to answer the question—

Except he did. The answer planted itself in his mind like some divine intervention. "Y-yes," he gasped, just as a long-fingered hand curled around his throat.

Eddie was gone. Tangled up in bliss. Suspended over a rocky fall.

He wanted to know the creature's name. Know exactly who to call for with trembling lips on shaky exhales and pleasured sighs.

The creature smiled. Wide and bright and insidious. A honey trap to a fly. A warm light to a moth.

"The name is Stephan," the creature said, lips stretching even wider to reveal the sharp tips of fangs. His hand tightened around Eddie's throat, whose pulse thrummed. "But you can call me Steve. Or Master if that suits you better."

A haze passed over Eddie's mind, and a drugged-out "Yes, Master," passed through his lips without conscious thought.

A twinned set of needle-sharp teeth sank into neck just as a long, thick cock buried itself in Eddie's cunt.

Eddie couldn't remember when his pants had been shoved down around his thighs. Didn't know how long he'd had his legs wrapped around the creat— Steve's waist, ankles locked at the small of his back. The last few seconds, minutes... hours? were a jumbled mess in Eddie's mind. He was hard and wet and light-headed — blood singing as it rushed through his veins to his Master’s mouth. Cunt aching to be filled and fucked and brutalized. Dick twitching for a single touch.

Eddie moaned, tossing his head back so his hair spilled over his shoulders.

"You're so sweet," Steve said, pulling away from Eddie's throat with a gasp. His lips were a glossy, wicked red. Trails of blood — Eddie's blood — ran over his chin, down his neck— and his eyes were wild. He was no longer the shining, undulating beam of light that'd drawn Eddie in. He was a beast.

A monster.

And Eddie's cunt throbbed. He fucked down onto the cock forming a bulge deep in his guts with desperate pants. Gasped out a strangled, "Fuck me," on a long, broken groan. His hips quickened as he rambled and begged. "Use me. Drain me. Feed me."

Steve chuckled, dark and sinful. "Well aren't you charming?" He leaned in close, lips brushing the curve of Eddie's ear. "Careful what you wish for, pet. You might get it."

#steddie #steddie fic #vampire steve harrington #transmasc eddie munson #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficseptember #read writes

[simplyundeniable98]

Let Me Go *E.M*

Synopsis ~ Eddie Munson was perfect. Perfect boyfriend, perfect musician, the perfect man. Until he wasn't.

Warnings ~ lots and lots of angst :), cheating, dishonesty, brief mention of sex, mention of alcohol and drug consumption, curse words, use of y/n, reader standing up for themselves as they should, no happy ending? (to be determined.)

Word Count: 1.8k

Hawkins was a dreary shithole. The town was meant to chew you up and spit you right back out with no remorse. Everything was plain. Ordinary. A seeming picture-perfect town with picture-perfect residents who followed all of the rules, colored inside the lines, and fit in perfectly.

But not Eddie. Your Eddie.

Eddie Munson had squeezed his way into your dreary little life and made everything just a little bit brighter. More bearable. The once dull town seemed less and less dull by the day as you spent more time with the boy. He showed you things no one else had ever bothered to do before. Made you feel things no one has ever made you feel before.

He was your first everything. First boyfriend, first kiss, first love, the list goes on. Eddie Munson had your heart cradled in the palms of his guitar-calloused hands.

It was so perfect. Too perfect. Eddie Munson said he'd love you until the day he dropped dead.

After the treacherous years of high school, all of the endless band practices, and countless shows at shitty bars filled with drunk old men and underage teenagers, Eddies band finally caught some attention.

Turns out, a producer out of Indianapolis just happened to stop for a drink on his way out of town the night Corroded Coffin was playing. He thought the band had potential and so Eddie signed the contract that night. The world was finally going to see your Eddie the way he deserved.

God, he was so excited. You both could barely contain your excitement on the way back to his trailer, giggling all the way into his bedroom. He whispered promises of the future the two of you would soon have as he fucked you into his sheets. The night was filled with love and excitement.

Corroded Coffin's pitiful audience of five drunks soon turned into sold out tickets, crazy obsessed fans, and radio shoutouts.

City after city. State after state. You followed. Every album, Every song, every recording, every single show. You were there. You stood on the sidelines cheering on your boyfriend as if you were his biggest fan. And truth be told, you were.

He always looked so carefree. His unruly curls whipped around him as he thrashed around. He was in his element. And he looked damn good doing it.

You were beaming with pride. Seeing Eddie on that stage never got old. It was like a completely different person took over when he hit that stage. He was born to perform, you knew that for a fact. This was the life he was supposed to live. Eddie the freak Munson was long gone.

That night in Cincinnati had been no different. As always, he left you in his dressing room with a quick peck to the lips mumbling "meet me back here after the show sweetheart" and then he left to join the band backstage to do their usual pre-game of god knows what. You had learned to stop asking. It was better to assume that Eddie knew his limits than to question him.

You made your way to the audience where you stood front and center waiting to watch the all too familiar set you had heard the last three nights that week. You never complained. You'd do anything for Eddie, and if this was his dream then you were gonna do everything you could to support him.

The show went well. Everything had gone as planned as the band finished off their last song and said their goodbyes. Getting through the countless metalhead, groupies, and wads of smoke was always the difficult part.

After about 30 minutes of weaving in and out of endless fans and staff, you finally got backstage as you made your way down the hallway passing Gareth as he had a brunette pushed up against the wall.

He broke away from the girl as you stepped aside to pass him. "wait y/n don't go in there" he reached out for your arm as you turned to look at him confused. "he's uh-" he stopped and swallowed "he's getting changed" you laughed. A little confused as you remove your arm from his grasp. "It's fine Gareth, nothing I haven't seen before"

Something was clawing from deep within your gut. You couldn't pinpoint exactly what the feeling was but it felt like your heart was caged inside your chest.

Ignoring the anxiety creeping up your chest you grab the dingy metal doorknob and twist pushing the door open enough for you to peek through.

Your breath caught in your throat as you took in what was in front of you. Eddie sat spread on the couch and draped over his lap was a girl that was definitely not you. She was blonde and her hair was teased, and she was wearing a god-awful leopard print maxi dress that was pushed up to her hips from what you assumed was from grinding on your boyfriend's dick.

Startled by your entrance like he wasn't the one that told you to come back here to meet him after the show, Eddie frantically pushed the girl off his lap scrambling towards you. "Baby wait I can explain-"

You shook your head closing your eyes to try and rid of the sight before you. "Save it" you spat before turning heel and leaving the room.

It’s funny how time works. It feels like just yesterday the two of you were teenagers again sharing joints on his dingy old couch. Nothing mattered but the two of you. Eddie Munson said he’d love you until the day he dropped dead. And he did. The Eddie that you once knew, the sweet boy that had given you so much of what the cruel world had only wanted to take, was buried six feet under. You were left with the shell of a man that smelled of expensive whiskey and cocaine. Your boy was long gone, taken away by the cruel world that was fame.

As you sped down the hallway you could hear Eddie yell something that sounded a lot like "Get the fuck out of here" and something smashed against the wall.

He didn't follow you. Didn't run after you to try and explain himself. He knew what he did.

That was two months ago.

It had been two months since that dreadful day you still couldn't shake.

You should be over it by now. You moved back to your hometown with the hope of rebuilding the life you left behind to follow Eddie and his dreams. You have that pretty house you've always wanted with the white shutters on Rainy Avenue, and a well-paying job that left you with more than enough money. Everything was perfect. Except you still couldn't that damn night out of your head.

Four years. Four whole years of a relationship thrown down the drain for some groupie he probably was too high to remember the name of.

Eddie Munson never left your mind. He stayed there tucked away. He was branded to you. Stuck like a sickness you couldn't get rid of. He was unforgettable. You had never met anyone like him, and you probably never would for the rest of your life.

Eddie had stayed with the band and finished out his tour. He didn't once try to call. His silence was the confirmation you needed. It was over. You just needed to accept that and finally get the hell over it.

The knock on your door startled you as you set your book down on the coffee table in front of you and got up to answer the door. It was a Sunday afternoon so you weren't sure who would be showing up at your doorstep but you opened the door regardless.

You froze.

Eddie Munson stood on your front doorstep.

You gasped and moved to shut the door in his face. "Wait" he shouted sticking his arm in between the frame and the door. "Please let me explain." You took in a shaky breath moving to the side to let him in.

He looked like shit to put it nicely. His hair was frizzy and messy and he had bags under his eyes that made it look like he hadn't slept in weeks.

Eddie had found out where you lived through Dustin. Although the younger boy was hesitant to tell him after hearing the rumors around town of what Eddie had done, he knew Eddie had the right intentions.

Eddie smiled to himself as Dustin read off the address. You finally got that house you wouldn’t shut up about back when you were teenagers. Every time you passed that house, you would get so excited and tell him “that’s gonna be our house one day Eddie.” His heart clenched at the memory of what the two of you used to be.

"go on, speak" you spat looking into his eyes for the first time in months. He hesitated mouth gaping open like a fish, almost like he wasn't expecting you to be so harsh.

He ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath. "I was drunk. And high. Like really high. I had no clue what I was thinking sweetheart I'm so sorry. I haven't stopped thinking about you since that night, I can't lose you." You sniffled already feeling the familiar burn of tears brim your eyelids.

"I was so shitty to you baby. You were there every time. Every time I needed you, you were right there. I couldn't have asked for a better partner and I took you for granted. Please forgive me. Please, I can't do this without you y/n". His voice started to break as tears started to roll down his cheeks.

You wiped the stray tear off your face taking a step closer to him. "Eddie, do you even know the extent of the shit I've been through because of you" Eddie interrupted grabbing your arm as he took a step forward closing off any extra space between the two of you. "I know baby and I'm sorry I'm so-"

You shook your head bringing your finger to his chest "No Eddie you listen to me. I left everything for you. Everything. I left my home. My Family. Hell, I followed you around like a fucking sick dog while you went and did god knows what while I sat sidelines like one of your little fans." you laughed as he looked down at his feet avoiding your piercing gaze.

"I loved you, Eddie. Hell. I still love you but what you did to me was shitty. I was nothing but supportive of you and you practically spit in my face." He looked up at you. His big brown eyes showing nothing but guilt and regret.

"Baby please forgive me. I'll give it up. All of it. The band, everything. Please just have me back. I need you". You started to cry. You cried for the relationship you once had, you cried for the boy in front of you who made a mistake you weren't sure you could forgive any time soon. You cried because you knew you loved him and no matter what he did that wouldn't change, you cried for the tone of his voice, which was nothing but regretful and pleading. The boy was practically begging you in your own home.

You took a deep breath trying to control your sobs as you spoke through ragged breaths " Eddie you have to let me go." You step back from him "You have to let me let you go". You looked down at the floor, too afraid to look up at him to see his reaction.

"I love you y/n" he spoke softly as he started towards your front door. His voice. God his voice. It sounded so hurt. So broken.

You looked up at the ceiling with the heels of your hands pressed into your eyelids finally letting out the cries you have been longing to release.

Wiping your eyes you start towards your bathroom when you stop in your tracks catching a glimpse of a piece of paper on your coffee table that was definitely not there before Eddie came in.

It was a note with handwriting you knew all too well. There was a number scribbled messily on the top of the page. His number.

"If you ever need anything, my number is right there. I'll wait for you even if it means forever. I love you - Eddie"

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[sunflowerxthoughts]

Okay hear me out but like the line “and I remember that fight 2:30 am when everything was slipping right out of our hands I ran out crying and you followed me out in to the street brace my self for the goodbye because that’s all i’ve ever known and you took me by surprise and said i’ll never leave you alone” with Eddie. Idk why but I just can like picture it with him.

I have a long ass list of Taylor songs that are Eddie coded but!!!! This has been on my inbox for a while now and ugh this is A CONCEPT!!!!

Eddie who is used to running away when things get bad because he is a fighter but he’d rather run away than get hurt yet again. He has issues okay it is canon that his dad was a piece of shit.

So when you have your first fight Eddie thinks it is over. Two months of bliss gone to absolute nothingness. I can absolutely see that the fight could be about him not letting you in, and as much as you want to help him and give him space, it takes a toll. You feel like a stranger sometimes.

So when Eddie goes back to the trailer after being put for a couple of hours and you are still there his eyes water all over again.

“You’re here? I thought we broke up?”

“What? Eddie no, everyone fights. This doesn’t mean we are breaking up, it just means we have to talk through it and fix things.”

“So you won’t leave?” You can’t hear the tremble of his voice over the sound of your heart breaking at the hopeless boy in front of him.

“Oh honey, I could never leave you. I love you Eddie. And that’s not going to change as long as we both put in the work to make this work, okay?” You take his face in your hands so he’ll focus only on you. “I know you don’t want to let me in because you think I’m going to leave. But don’t deprive yourself of being understood for something we can’t control, Eds. I don’t want to leave, I want to help you. I want to hold you when you are sad and laugh with you when you are happy. We just have to put in the work, and talk to each other, okay?”

“I’m sorry. I- I get scared because I want to be with you forever and forever it’s never been for me. The only constant thing for me has been Wayne. And I really want you to be it. It’s not and excuse and I know it. But I’ll be better for you.”

“It’s not about being better Eddie. I’m happy as long as we give it as much as we can. I want you to get better. Not be. You already are great as you are.”

“Even when I snore?”

“When you snore, when you are grumpy and when you are so tired you can’t even open your eyes. I’m in it for all of it.”

“I love you too.”

“I know you do, because one of the great things about you, Eddie Munson, is that you show your love through everything you do, in the little things and also in the grand gestures. You are the best thing that’s ever been mine.”

#sorry this took me so long #eddie munson #i love taylor so much #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson hurt/comfort

[stevesxyellowxsweater]

Waking up in Vegas {Chapter Three; Stay}

PAIRING: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader WC: 4k CW: Minors do not interact!! No use of y/n, use of she/her pronouns, slow burn, hints of abuse, swearing, mentions of neglect, mentions of death and murder, mentions of framing someone for murder, mentions of female masturbation. I think that is all, but if it's not please let me know. SUMMARY: You and Eddie learn some history about each other, as well as meeting Miss Nancy Wheeler, and you get to see what Eddie's house is like. AUTHOR NOTES: So sorry for the delay in this, it's been a crazy time. First of all I'd like to give a massive thank you to @entermxnson for allowing me to use your wonderful original character and bits of yourself in my fic. It means a lot to me that you let me do this. You are the reader, and I hope you know whenever I write this, it's always you or your baby girl i'm picturing. You're truly wonderful and I love you so much. Secondly major credit to @cafekitsune for the amazing dividers, i seriously love them.

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Returning to the hotel room, you sat on the bed. Your mind flicked through the night's events, and of all of them, you just couldn't shake the thoughts of Eddie in that wet white shirt. The thoughts sent your stomach twisting and turning, and heat pooled between your legs. It had been a long time since you thought of a man this way, and you struggled to remove the thoughts from your mind.

You took your shoes off, kicking them across the room with a thud. Lying back on the bed, you slowly moved your hand toward your pants. Your heart was racing as you thought of what it would be like if he touched you. You closed your eyes, thoughts of him moving onto the bed and nestling himself between your tights played in your mind as your hand broke past your waistband.

“Eddie.”

His name left your lips as your fingers breached your underwear, the heat radiating out. Your pussy throbbed, desperate to be touched. Your hand crept lower, moving closer to the slick heat. Your finger reached for your clit, about to begin rubbing when someone knocked at your door.

Your hand came out of your pants far quicker than it had gone in, you sat up and stared at the door for a moment. You weren't expecting anyone, why would there be someone there?

Getting up, you cautiously walked to the door and opened it like you were a criminal. 

“Good evening, this was dropped off for you at the front desk.”

It was Jonathan, holding a box.

“I didn't order anything.”

“No? Well, Eddie was very insistent that you got this while it was still warm.” 

Jonathan handed you the box, with a knife and fork.

“Have a good night.”

“Yeah, you too.” 

You hardly mumbled as you stepped into the room and shut the door. Sitting the box down, you opened it and found the lasagna you ordered at Enzo’s sat there in perfect condition still piping hot along with some garlic bread.

“Holy fuck.”  

The lasagna was delicious and the bread, you'd cleared your bed off and sat and ate it while watching reruns of your favourite show. You'd found yourself fiddling with Eddie’s ring as you watched your favourite characters fall in love for the millionth time. Somewhere between their first night together and their first fight, you fell asleep, the last couple of days catching up with you.

The morning came far too quickly, the light shining through the thin curtains causing you to groan. Such a nice sleep, (a rare occurrence for you) but welcomed all the same. The sound of your phone buzzing made you sit up, your fiancé’s face on the screen. A moment of guilt bubbled inside you as you thought about last night's events and how you’d been nearly touching yourself at the thought of Eddie. Picking up the phone cautiously, you took a breath and answered.

“Hey babe.”

“Hey, there is my girl. How are you?”

“I’m good… you?”

“Going crazy, missing you. I was thinking I could come join you, what do you say?”

You desperately gripped onto the annoyed sigh that wanted to escape your lips, forcing a smile you tried to sound happy.

“I’d love that baby, but I’m here for work. I need to work.” 

The lie fell so easily from your mouth, that you almost hated yourself for it.

“I know, but the wedding is so close and I miss you. The bed is so cold without you.”

“I miss you too, just a couple more days, I promise.”

Adam sighed, you could hear his frustration starting to bubble out. Of course, it was too much to ask for one phone call where he didn’t get angry at your job.

“Fine, your job is more important than our wedding, I get it.”

“Baby, no. I just have a deadline and I can't miss it. Once I’m done, me and you plus wedding plans okay?” 

“Fine, I guess I can wait a few more days.” 

“I love you.”

“You better.”

Adam hung up after that, and you sighed. You hated it when he was mad. Guilt was something that pooled inside you all too often. 

Once you’d showered and got yourself ready for the day. You packed up your things, ready for Eddie to come meet you. Once you’d done the last-minute check that you had everything, you made your way down to check out. Walking to the desk, a different guy stood there, with long hair, smelled of weed and looked a little like he was in his very own little world. 

“Hello? I want to check out please.” You said as you moved your hand to wave it in front of his face. Watching him come back to life, he looked at you and smiled. Handing him your key, you watched him as he typed on the computer and then looked at you. 

“Your bill has already been paid, so there won’t be any charges on your card.” “What? But, no, who?” “Good morning.” 

You couldn’t help but jump as you turned around and found Eddie standing there, rather close to you. Looking up at him, you found yourself swallowing hard as your mind went back to last night, all you could think about for a moment was how you were going to touch yourself to thoughts of him. 

“Morning, did you?” “I did. How was dinner?” 

“Very nice thank you, but you didn’t have to do that.” 

Eddie grinned at you, shaking his head as he did. Reaching down, he picked up your bag he wasn’t even going to attempt to tell you that he wanted to. “Just say thank you.” “Fine, thank you, Eddie.” You said, watching him grin as he looked at you. 

“You’re welcome. Come on, I have someone I want you to meet.” 

Following him out to the car, a girl was sitting in the backseat, with wavy brown hair, and dressed rather smart. 

“This is Nancy, I thought you could use some help with shops and things for your outfits so she’s going to come along.” Looking at Nancy, you smiled awkwardly.

“It’s nice to meet you.” You both said at the same time, only to let out a laugh. “Nance is a journalist, like the only one I can tolerate,” Eddie explained as he climbed in and started the car. 

You found yourself fiddling, you’d assumed it would just be you and Eddie today. He said he’d tell you about what happened in Vegas, but yet he brought someone along. Was he going to tell you, or would you remain in the dark? You couldn’t help but think and worry. “Drop us here Eddie, you aren’t coming with us,” Nancy demanded after a while. “Come on, let's go get you some stuff.”

“Let me know when you’re done,” Eddie said looking at you, smiling gently you nodded. “And then we will talk, I promise.” 

“I’m going to hold you to that Eddie.” You told him, before climbing out of the car and grabbing your bag. 

Nancy led you to a small little store, that honestly sold the kind of things you’d wear. You couldn’t help but feel thankful as you stood looking over the different items of clothing. You could feel an awkward air hanging between the two of you and you didn’t like it one bit, glancing at her from time to time you noticed that she looked like she wanted to say something. “You know, I’ve never met a reporter that can hold her tongue.” You mused attempting to strike up a conversation. 

“Sorry, it’s just… I dunno, I feel like I should be playing the protective friend card right now because Eddie means a lot to all of us, but at the same time, I want you to know that I loved your first book.” “You read it?” “Are you kidding? I have read it four or five times, I love it. Eddie borrowed it when he got here from Vegas, guess I now know why.” “You know it didn’t do very well.” “No, but it should’ve, it’s one of those unappreciated gems.” “Thank you, Nancy, that means a lot.” 

“Are you working on the sequel?”  ���I am, I’ll have to send you a copy when it’s done.” “I would love that!” Nancy said practically fangirling in the middle of the store, causing you to smirk. 

“Can I ask you something?” 

There was a moment that hung in the air right then and there like Nancy knew you were about to ask something that probably wasn’t going to be a fun conversation like the one about your book.

“Okay...” 

“Were you friends with Eddie during the whole murder thing?”

The air hung thick as you started to pick up different outfits, Nancy was biting her lip hard unsure if she wanted to have this conversation with you. 

“I was, only just though. My little brother Mike was good friends with Eddie. Eddie ran a DnD group in school and kind of took in little lost lambs, it was really cute. To me, at that point, he was just the guy that was repeating senior year for the third time.” Nancy explained as she picked up different things and showed you. 

“So what happened?” 

“I don’t know if we should be talking about this,” Nancy said as she placed down a dress. 

“I can’t even get him to talk about Vegas, I just want to know. I know he didn’t do it.” You assured her as you draped another dress over your arm. 

“Eddie used to sell drugs, wasn’t a proud moment. But he did it to help his Uncle Wayne, you met him yesterday right?” Nancy paused for a moment as you nodded. “Chrissy, she was going through a bit of a mental breakdown. Things at home were really bad, her boyfriend Jason was a complete asshole and she turned to Eddie, needing some form of escape.” Walking with you to the changing rooms, you nodded quietly as you listened. 

“Anyway, it was the night of a big basketball game, Hawkins won and after instead of going with Jason, Chrissy left with Eddie. As you can imagine, he was pissed, majorly pissed.” Nancy continued. “Eddie and Chrissy finished their business, and Eddie offered to give her a ride home, she declined knowing she needed to go meet Jason and the others to celebrate. Eddie left to go and run a book to Dustin’s house and came back to find Chrissy murdered in his trailer.” 

Stepping out of the dressing room, you looked at Nancy to get her opinion on the dress, and she nodded in approval.

“Anyway, at this point, the sheriff was this complete asshole. He and some of the other guys from the station didn’t like Eddie, they thought he was like his dad. They said he was a waste of space, they would pull him over for random searches and shit, even though Eddie saved one of their lives. The only one that was good to Eddie was Hopper, but he had moved to California with his girlfriend and their kids.”

Paying for your items, you walked out together and headed to a shoe store together. Your mind was racing over the thoughts of all that had happened to Eddie, and you weren’t even sure that you were halfway through the story yet. But it was something you were desperate to know. 

“Anyway, Eddie ran. Freaked out, scared. He ran off and hid, can’t blame him really, the murder was gruesome and it terrified him. The police instantly thought it was Eddie and began this manhunt. But Dustin, as in the guy who is getting married, believed that Eddie was innocent. So he and a few of us went to find him, wanted to find his story. We found him way before the police were able to and kept him hidden. It was dangerous, but we all believed him, he wasn’t that sort of guy.” 

The pair of you stopped trying on shoes, sitting together, you listened to her words and bit down on your lip, you felt so sorry for Eddie. He didn’t deserve this. 

“Jason didn’t like that Eddie was hiding, he believed that Eddie had done something to Chrissy, well that was what it seemed like anyway. He started this hate campaign against Eddie and his friends in the Hellfire Club, and that is when more murders started happening, so many people were convinced it was Eddie. People started beating up Hellfire members, the club was cancelled, and there was a manhunt for Eddie.” 

“They caught him eventually right?” You asked looking up at Nancy. 

“Yeah, they caught him when he was trying to save Dustin from rubble after the earthquake. What they didn’t know at that moment though was our friend Max had been attacked and there was a witness this time. Two witnesses.” 

Nodding gently, you looked over at Nancy wanting to know more. 

“Lucas and Erica Sinclair, they saw it. They tried so hard to tell the cops that it wasn’t Eddie, but they wouldn’t listen, they were convinced that the evidence pointed to Eddie. It wasn’t until Hopper returned, that he listened to us and we managed to find out it was Jason that had done it, done it all. He was released, but never got an apology from those assholes though.”

“Poor Eddie, he went through a lot.” You say gently. 

“He did, but things are better now. You know he offered to buy Wayne a house. He declined so Eddie brought the trailer.”

You couldn't help but smile, Eddie was a good guy, a really good guy. A goofy loveable good guy who seemed to win people's hearts pretty easily.

“Did you guys ever find out why Jason did it?” 

“Yeah, he thought Chrissy was cheating on him with Eddie, blind rage. Then he killed a couple more to really frame Eddie. It's pretty sick and twisted.”

“Yeah, it is.” You mumbled gently as you looked at the shoes you'd just put on your feet. You couldn't help but feel sorry for Eddie, it must've been an incredibly hard time for him. At least he had friends to support him, that was something at least.

Finishing up the shopping, you said goodbye to Nancy and sent Eddie a text to let him know that you were done and heading back to the hotel to pick up your hire car and get it returned. Honestly part of you just wanted some time alone, you needed to think. It was a lot to take in and this deal that you'd agreed to felt like a heavy weight on your chest. 

The walk did nothing to clear your head though, you were even more worried about it all by the time you reached your car. Getting inside, you called Jenny, you needed a pep talk and she was usually the one to help when you felt like this.

“Hey sweetheart, it's so good to hear from you. Are you okay?”

“I…” You pause, unsure what to say. Were you okay? No, not at all.

“I…”

“What's wrong sweetheart?”

“I'm… I'm scared. Everything is just so overwhelming.”

“Hey, come on, talk to me,” Jenny said gently.

You began to explain all about the deal, what had happened last night, and how you lied to Adam.

“Sweetheart, it's okay. Calm down, everything is going to be okay.” Jenny assured you with the usual calming voice.

“I have to go to a wedding with strangers, I don't know anyone.”

“It's okay, you'll be alright I promise you.” 

“But…”

“Take it one step at a time, maybe start with finding out what happened in Vegas.”

“Okay, yeah you're right.” You said, sighing gently.

“If you need me I'm on the end of the phone okay? I'm always here when you need me.”

“Thanks, Jen.”

“Anytime. I can't wait till you come home.” 

“Bye Jen.”

Hanging up the phone, you sat there for a moment. Silence washed over you as you stared down at your phone. Home, did you even want to go there anymore? What was home? You weren't even sure anymore. 

Driving back to the rental lot, you filled out the forms and returned your car. Of course, now you were stuck with your shopping bags and had no idea where you were going, but at least it was raining, it could've been far worse if it had been.

“Hey,” 

Looking up, you saw Wayne pull up beside you. You couldn't help but smile. 

“Hey, Wayne.”

“Would you like a ride? I was heading to meet Eddie.” 

“I would love one thank you, I have no idea where I'm going.”

Watching him lean over and open the truck door, you climbed inside and sat down. 

“Thank you for this.”

“It's no problem, you're going to stay at his place right?”

“Uhh, yeah. How did you know?” 

“He called me last night, and asked to stay on the couch.”

“Oh, I didn't mean to throw him out of his own home.”

“Eddie wouldn't have offered unless he wanted you to feel comfortable and he certainly does,” Wayne explained as you headed to Eddie’s.

“Still…”

“He wouldn't have you wasting your money at a hotel when you could stay at his place.”

“He seems like a pretty selfless guy.”

“He cares about people; it's one of his best qualities.” Wayne paused for a moment before carrying on. “He's not had an easy life. The name Munson doesn't carry much respect around here.”

“But he has people who care about him here, that is something right?” 

“Yeah, it is.”

You fell into a comfortable silence, heading down the roads to Eddie’s place. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to remember this. But you hoped you could remember the way there eventually. 

As the car came to a stop, you looked at Wayne and smiled gently. 

“Come on then,” You said as you opened the car door. 

“I just wanted to give you a ride. I didn’t want to see you struggling with those bags.” 

You stared at Wayne as he admitted that he didn’t actually need to come here. Smiling gently, you leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek. 

“Thank you, Wayne.” You said as you pulled away.

Climbing out of the truck, you grabbed your bags and waved at him as you watched him drive away. He was a good guy, and you couldn’t help but feel thankful you had met him. Turning around, you looked up at the house in front of you. A set of steps was in front of you that led up to a beautiful stained glass window front door. Biting down on your lip, you walked up to the house and knocked gently on the door. 

The door flew open and Eddie grinned as he looked at you, reaching forward he took hold of your bags and moved so you could come inside. You looked around at the tall ceilings and beautiful wooden floors.

“This place is beautiful.” 

“Thanks, it was pretty run down when I brought it. Me and my friends done it up.” 

Your fingers ran along one of the high walls and you could feel him looking at you. It was almost as if you were unsure what to say to the other; it was incredibly awkward. You weren’t sure what to say. Your heart was racing seeing as you were alone with him. 

“How many bedrooms?” 

“Three.”  “So, why are you staying at the trailer park?” 

“Wha- I mean… Wayne… I wanted to give you some space, and I’ve not spent time with him in a while.” 

“He gave me a ride here.” 

You told him as you looked at a picture of Eddie, and two other lads, one in a baseball cap and one with quite a lot of product in his hair. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah, he said he was coming to see you… he lied.” 

You both let out a small laugh, he didn’t seem surprised by Wayne’s actions. 

“When I was a kid after my Mom passed. I had this dream of having this wonderful family life with my father, but he didn’t have the same.” Eddie began as he stood beside you looking at a different picture, one of him and Wayne on Eddie’s graduation day. 

“My dad would come take me home sometimes, we’d stay in our old family home. But then he’d go off drinking, Wayne would come to check on me and bring me back to the trailer park and I’d spend hours waiting for my dad to come pick me up.” 

You stared at Eddie in silence as he spoke. Slowly you reached out and touched his hand. 

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, It took a while but then I realised that Wayne was the only family I needed.” 

You smiled gently, Wayne seemed to have such an impact on Eddie, maybe that was why he was such a good guy, Wayne had helped him a lot. 

“I grew up with a Dad, my mom died when I was young too. A car crash.” 

You told him gently, biting down on your lip. 

“I’m sorry, that couldn’t have been easy for you.” 

“It was hard, but my dad was amazing.” 

“Was it just the two of you?” 

“Yeah, but… I have a brother, but he’s not by blood.” 

“Sometimes that is the best way to have a family, the family I have these days only Wayne is my blood.” 

“Sounds familiar, I have friends that are like family now. Jenny and her husband, they’re my best friends. I don’t know if you met Jenny.” 

“Yeah, I did. She was nice, rather sweet.” 

“Yeah, she is nice, she picks me up when I’m feeling down.” 

You explained you missed Jenny, wishing that she was around. Why didn’t you ask her to come with you, it was a big mistake. 

“Anyway, let's show you to your room.” 

Following Eddie back to the hallway, you watched him pick up your bags. You moved to take them, but he swatted you away and smirked softly. 

“I’m a gentleman.” 

You laughed. It was a funny thought. Eddie Munson, the damn gentleman. 

Following him upstairs, you glanced down at his butt as you went, biting the inside of your lip. He had such a nice butt, and you weren’t going to miss a chance like that to look at it. Looking up, you noticed him look back at you, almost like he knew what you were doing. Blushing, you looked away quickly and followed him to the largest room in the house. 

“Here we are.”

He opened the door and you saw your bag sitting on the bed. Setting down your shopping bags, he looked at you with a grin. 

“Do you want to get some lunch?”

You couldn’t help but wonder if Eddie smiled all the time, or if it was just when he was around you. Not that it would’ve meant anything, sure you were married, but that didn’t mean anything. None of this meant anything, you’d be back home soon enough. 

“Hey, you okay?” 

Looking up at Eddie, as you saw the look of concern in his eyes, you smiled and nodded. 

“Lunch would be great… But, there is something I want to talk to you about first.” 

“What is the matter?” 

There was a tone in Eddie’s voice, that clearly said he was nervous. 

“What happened in Vegas Eddie?” 

His smile completely disappeared, and he stared at you with a nervous expression etched onto your face.

“You might want to sit down, it’s a long story.” 

Taking a seat on the bed, you watched Eddie take a seat on a chair and begin to fiddle with the rings on his fingers. Silence fell across the room, as you sat waiting for him to start talking. Glancing up at him, he smiled an awkward smile. 

“It started when I noticed you in the crowd...”

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Different Meeting AU Part 3 Ayo??

This part was kind of long, but it’s a lot of filler stuff so I figured I would just post it all

If you're keeping up with this, it can all be found under Different Meeting AU on my blog

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“Wait, lab as in Hawkins National Lab?”

“Yeah, I don’t know all the details of this part since I didn’t get looped in until the very end but Dustin knows what happened.” Steve had started at the beginning, explaining how Will had been abducted by a monster from another dimension that night in ‘83 after a little girl raised in a lab accidentally opened a gate. Unfortunately, as he had said, Steve only knew the broad strokes of what happened the first time around. He glances at Dustin, silently asking him to start filling in the details of that first year, and god bless that big brain of his, because Dustin starts talking.

“Yeah, after Will disappeared, Mike, Lucas and I snuck out to go look for him-“

“I didn’t know you did that-“

“Hush, Steve, now isn’t the time to act like my mother-“

“I would be so lucky to be Claudia-“

“Oh my god, whatever. Anyway, we snuck out and in the woods we found El, Eleven. She had no hair and was dressed in a giant yellow t-shirt with no pants or shoes, so we brought her back to Mike’s and hid her in the basement. We slowly worked information out of her, including that she had been raised in the lab, and she saw Will get taken. She’s the reason we call it the Upside Down, she saw a picture of Will and kept flipping it upside down to show where he had gone. We call the monster a Demogorgon because that’s what we were fighting in our campaign the night he got taken.” Eddie is staring at Dustin in shock, eyes flitting around to everyone else in the room to see if they’ll show he’s bluffing - no one does. At this point, Steve pipes up.

“The night they found El was also when….you know how I refuse to swim in my pool?” Eddie looks at him, eyes creasing in confusion.

“Yeah?”

“That’s because, that night, I had a small party. I was just starting to date Nancy and I wanted to impress her, so I invited her, Tommy H, Carol, and Nance’s friend Barb Holland to my place.”

“Didn’t Barb-“

“Yeah, this is what really happened to her. She had cut her hand shotgunning a beer, and Nance had gone in the pool, so I took her upstairs to get changed. Her and Barb had a fight - Barb never liked me, and I can’t blame her - so Barb stayed outside by the pool. The next day she was missing. We only found out what really happened because Jonathan had snuck into the woods behind my house to take pictures of Nancy and got one of-of us getting undressed in my room-“

“That’s why you broke his camera?”

“Yeah, that’s why. But the pictures he took showed Barb suddenly disappearing from by the pool. That’s how he and Nancy started talking in the first place, she saw Barb in one of his photos. We later found out through El that Barb died in the Upside Down version of my pool.”

“Holy shit, Stevie, no wonder you hate that pool.” Eddie pulled Steve closer, both of them needing the reassurance the other could bring in that moment. Dustin coughed gently to get their attention before he kept talking.

“Around this time, Hopper was starting to look into the lab, and then the fake body was left in the quarry. Nancy ended up finding a small gate at some point and went through it, I don’t know when that happened-“

“I do.” Steve interjected, having figured all this out from his own timeline.

“Did Nancy tell you when that happened?”

“No, but I went to her house the night before it all came to a close. I found her laying in her bed with Jonathan and all the lights were on. I figured out after everything was over, when she mentioned having been into the Upside Down and Jon helping her get out, that must have been the night she went in. That was also the night that led to the infamous movie theater graffiti and my fight with Jonathan.”

“I always meant to ask, but I didn’t want to upset you - did you do the spray paint or did someone else?” Robin spoke softly, clearly still wanting to be gentle about her question, and Steve gave her a soft smile to show his appreciation.

“Tommy did it. I’m pretty sure he had a crush on me, looking back on our interactions, and he was so mad when I told him I found Nance in bed with Jon that he took in upon himself to shame her. I was too mad when she confronted me to tell her I didn’t do it, especially because at the time I didn’t fully disagree. I also said really shitty things to Jonathan to get him to fight me because I was so mad. The whole reason I ended up at the Byers’ house that night was because I was trying to apologize to Jonathan for what I had said to him.”

“That’s how you got involved? I thought it was about Nancy?” Steve shakes his head at Dustin.

“No, I realized that Tommy and Carol were shitty people and ditched them before going to clean up the graffiti and then I went to the Byers’ to apologize. Nancy answered the door, she had a cut on her hand and the house reeked of gasoline so I worked my way inside and saw weapons all over the place. Nancy pointed a gun in my face and told me to run, I didn’t but when a monster jumped through the ceiling, I ran. I ended up going back inside and that’s how I got the bat - it was Jonathan’s but it was by the door and they were both cornered, so I grabbed it and helped them beat back the Demogorgon and light it on fire. We thought we killed it, but it ended up going to the school.”

“School? Why the school?” Eddie was sort of following, but the mention of the school throws him off. Dustin steps in with an answer though.

“The Middle School, it’s where we were. Before Nancy and Jonathan went back to the Byers everyone was at the middle school with El. I don’t know if you’ve picked up on it yet, but El has super powers and she said she could find Will in the Upside Down. But she needed a sensory depravation tank, and the only place with that much salt was the school. Mike, El, Lucas and I stayed at the school after she found him so Mrs. Byers and Hopper could go get him and Nancy and Jonathan went to distract the Demogorgon. Unfortunately the people from the lab found us - they had been searching the whole week and had found us at Mike’s before we ran for it. El ended up killing a bunch of them before the Demogorgon arrived and she ended up sending it back to the Upside Down, disappearing while she did it.”

We all thought she was dead, but it turned out that she had been hiding in the woods and Hopper found her and took her in.”

“Hang on, you guys were what, 12?”

“Yeah, but that’s besides the point. That was only year one.” Eddie blinks, taking in all the information being handed to him.

“Year one? This has happened multiple times?”

“Yeah, about once a year or so.”

“Jesus H Christ. Alright, go ahead, explain year two.” Steve speaks up this time, before Dustin can.

“I know about this time, so let me. Will spent a week in the Upside Down, which ended up giving him a permanent connection to the place and he ended up getting possessed. The kids called it the Mind Flayer, since it controlled the Upside Down and stuff. At the same time, Dustin found a weird slug thing from the Upside Down and decided to keep it as a pet, for some reason. It ended up eating his cat, because it was from a hell dimension, what else would it do-”

“It was for science, Steve!”

“Whatever, Nancy and I had a huge fight at a Halloween party and I went to apologize, which is how I got roped into helping dustin track down his demon pet. It gets kind of blurry at this point, everything was going really fast, I remember making a trail of raw meat along train tracks to the junkyard and fortifying an old school bus with Dustin, Lucas and Max, then I fought off a bunch of demodogs-”

“Demodogs?” Eddie looked to Dustin for clarification.

“Demogorgons grow like frogs, so they start as little slug things and about halfway through their growth they look like dogs, with a tail and four legs. So, demodogs.”

“Alright then, continue I guess.”

“Right, so we fight of the demodogs before the get called back to the lab by the Mind Flayer. Everyone meets up at the Byers’ house to plan and figure out what’s going on with Will. This is when we figure out that he's possessed and that the Mind Flayer has been building a series of tunnels under Hawkins. Plus, the gate at the Lab had been opening further and further in the year since it was first opened. So we all split up again, Hopper takes El to go close the gate, Mike, Jonathan, Joyce and, after I told her to go, Nancy take Will somewhere to try to get the Mind Flayer out of him, and I'm stuck babysitting.”

“How did they get it out of him?”

“It likes it cold, so they just blasted his was as much heat as possible. Kind of like an infection, I guess. You have to sweat it out. I remember the start of this next part, but not the end. I was on babysitting duty, watching Dustin, Lucas and Max, when Billy fucking Hargrove shows up. He had been after Lucas ever since he saw him and Max hanging out, racist asshole - sorry, Max.” Steve glances over at Max who just shrugs. “I told the kids to stay hidden and stepped outside to get him to leave, but of course none of the children could stay out of sight and he spotted them. Pushed right past me into the house and cornered Lucas, talking about how he's going to kill him. I, of course, got in the way and started a fight. It was pretty evenly matched, until he broke a plate over my head. After that things get pretty blurry, and I don't remember much except waking up in the back of Billy’s car with Max behind the wheel.” Max snorts.

“Yeah, you were really out of it. In order to get Billy to stop, I had to use the sedative we had used on Will. I then took Steve’s bat and nearly caved in his balls, told him to leave me and my friends alone, and then he passed out. We dragged Steve’s body to Billy’s car and drove to the pumpkin patch, which had an entrance to the tunnels. Our plan was to light them on fire to give El a distraction. Steve was pretty incoherent but the adrenaline helped him stay moving. We got a huge section lit on fire and got out of the tunnels before Steve collapsed again - Lucas drove that time, bringing us back to the Byers’ house. Thankfully Billy had run off so he wasn’t there when we got back. Hop ended up bringing Steve to the hospital that night because he wouldn’t stop puking.”

“Because I had grade 3 concussion!”

“Yeah, whatever, it was still gross. But, yeah that was year 2,” Max finished, shrugging as if to say ‘this is no big deal’.

“That’s what happened to your face in ‘84?” Eddie looked at Steve, tracing a small scar under his eye with a finger.

“Yeah, not the last time I got my face beaten during one of these though.”

“That’s not very reassuring, Steve.”

“Yeah, I know.... this part is, well, you're probably not gonna like hearing about it.”

Eddie gulped before nodding, “Alright, go ahead then.”

“This happened last summer, it ended on the fourth of July-” Steve watched the realization dawn across Eddie’s face.

“This is why you came to see me?”

“Yeah, it is. I'm not sure about all the Billy-Mind Flayer stuff, but I do know that at some point in late June, Billy got possessed by the Mind Flayer. But because the gate was closed - sort of, but we didn't find out about that until later - the Mind Flayer needed to make a body for itself. It started having Billy flay people, or at least that’s what we called it. He basically replaced them with pieces of the hive mind that could sort of melt into a flesh monster. At the same time, I’m working at Scoops Ahoy in the mall with Robin and Dustin comes home from summer camp, talking about a Russian transmission he picked up on his radio tower thing-”

“It’s called Cerebro, Steve, and I was trying to contact Suzie when I picked up the transmission.”

“Right, Cerebro, well Dustin comes into Scoops and tells me about the transmission and we start trying to decode it-” Robin holds up a hand awkwardly.

“That’s where I got involved, I'm good with languages so I helped translate but all we got was a stupid code. I don't think I would have made sense of it if Steve hadn’t figured out where the transmission was coming from though.”

“It’s not that big of a deal, Robbie-”

“Yes it is, Steve. The transmission had music in the background, and Dustin and I were too focused on the words, but Steve kept listening to the music and figured out where it was from. The music was the song you hear from an Indiana Flyer horse ride thing, which meant that the Russians were in the mall somewhere.”

“Steve, that’s insane.” Eddie grinned at him along with Robin as Steve blushed.

“I just remembered a song, Robin figured out what the code actually meant - it was linked to the supply company for a bunch of different stores in the Mall. So we decided to do a stake out and saw them go into this secret locked room at the loading bay. Erica got involved at this point, because we needed a way in and the only way was through the air ducts. We got into the room on the 3rd, but the door locked behind us and suddenly we were falling, because the room was also an elevator. I have no idea how long we were stuck in there before we were able to sneak out behind the Russians who came to collect crates from the elevator. After walking for miles, we found the central hub and, unfortunately, the gate the Russians were opening. They built a machine to open a gate to the Upside Down under the mall, and Dustin and I started to panic at that point. We also set off the alarms so we had to try to run, and got cornered so Rob and I told the kids to go and we.... got captured.”

“You-... you were captured by Russians???” Steve sighed, Robin coming over to sit on his other side and hold onto his calf.

“Yeah, I knew by that point that Robin talked when she was nervous, so I started yelling so they would focus on me and it worked.”

“Sure, it worked, but it got you tortured, Dingus.” Robin squeezed his leg gently, a reminder for both of them that they were okay.

“I’m sorry, tortured? Did you just say tortured?”

“Yes, I did. I don't know what they did to him, he won't tell me, but I heard the screaming and I saw him when he was dragged in. I didn’t think he was breathing at first.” The hand Eddie had on the back of Steve’s neck squeezed a little, pulling him a little closer.

“That’s what happened to your face?”

“Yeah, they came back once I came to - they had tied Robin and I back to back in chairs - for some more interrogation, but when that didn't work, they came back with some blue shit in a needle and they injected us both-”

“Getting drugged at a club-”

“Yep... I don't know what it was, but it was strong. They came back once it had kicked in, and just before they ripped out one of my fingernails, Dustin and Erica burst in with stun batons and they helped us get out. I remember bits and pieces of the next hour or so. I remember watching Back to Future for a little, then running out to drink water, and then we were puking in the men’s bathroom.”

“Jesus christ, Steve. No wonder you were so nervous that day.”

“Things got pretty fast after that. We narrowly escaped being captured by the Russians again, everyone else showed up and the Mind Flayer showed up not long after that. I drove Erica and Dustin up to his radio, then I hit Billy Hargrove’s car with my car - didn’t know he was possessed at that point, by the way, just saw him driving at everyone with Nancy shooting at him.”

“Of course you did, that’s incredible.”

“We started leading the Mind Flayer away from the mall, Hopper, Joyce and their friend Murray, I think that’s his name, had gone down into the base to close to gate. But halfway through our drive, the Mind Flayer turned around and we had to go back. Thank god for Lucas, he had grabbed a ton of fireworks earlier in the night, so we had those to use as weapons. I don't remember all the details but Billy ended up letting the Mind Flayer kill him to protect El, and then the gate closed and it collapsed. At the end of the night, Hopper was dead and so was Billy. I also discovered an interesting development in the parking lot, that no one can get mad at me for not sharing-”

“When you say that, it makes me feel like I'm definitely going to be mad at you,” Robin glared at Steve as she spoke.

“So, I may or may not have realized that I couldn’t fully hear out of my left ear anymore.”

“And you didn't say anything, WHY?”

“It felt like we had more important things to deal with.” Steve looked away from Robin, who was still glaring at him and saw Eddie looking like all the pieces of a puzzle had suddenly been put together.

“That actually explains so much, like how-”

“Please, do not finish that sentence, I know where it is going and I am begging you, there are children present.” Eddie just grinned.

“Fine. Is that... is that everything? Crazy alternate dimension with man-eating monsters, a little girl with super powers-”

“Actually, she doesn’t have powers anymore. We don't know what happened but she had been attacked by the Mind Flayer before we got to the mall and it did something to her powers,” Max added, the only one who hadn’t been in the Russian base in the boat house.

“Okay, so no more girl with super powers, but still a hell dimension with man-eating monsters? And my boyfriend being tortured by Russians?”

“Yeah, I guess that’s everything.”

“Well shit, at least I’m not crazy. Looks like we have to figure out what’s causing this stuff this time though. If it helps you guys at all, Chrissy did say she felt like she had been going crazy, and I think she was seeing things.”

“That sounds like a curse, like-” Dustin and Eddie make eye contact.

“Vecna’s curse.”

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Next part is already written so I should get that out in a few days, if you want to get added to the taglist let me know!

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#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #Different Meeting AU #this part was long but I am just in love with Eddie and Steve holding each other #Also??? Eddie pressing his forehead against Steve??? yes please which is why I wrote it lmao

[pastel-pillows]

A request for Eddie with a red ribbon.

No warnings!

Your ribbon had always been faint, a dull glow in the tangled web of shining red, but it was yours and yours alone and that made it perfect to you. There were days however when your friends would tell you at lunches how their ribbon was brighter or more taut and they could feel that they were close to meeting their soulmates, the game of hot and cold drawing to an end for many of them as you all continued to age and grow, exploring more of the world and ultimately settling down with their loved one. A happily ever after tied in a perfect red bow.

For you, it seemed your search only ever ran cold, the flat red of your string of fate never growing any more intense or vibrant, at times, rare as they were, it would tighten and tug just the slightest bit before falling lax and leaving you on a street you weren’t familiar with and no direction to continue on in. It always left an echoing sense of hopelessness.

“Come on babe, all kinds of people will be out tonight, holidays are always the perfect chance to meet the one! Everyone’s out and about.” Tina had insisted you accompanied her and Kyle out for Halloween this year. “Soulmate or not your twenties are fun.”

She’d had a point, and you were grateful to her for pushing because as you walked the sidewalks on the way to a frat party you felt a tug, faint but there and persistent, drawing you further away from the little group you’d left Tina’s apartment with and towards what could only affectionately be referred to as a bit of a fixer upper.

The house was large, the pavement cracked and overgrown with weeds and grass from years of obvious neglect, the stairs were warped and caving in on one side and many of the windows were busted out or cracked. Once blue paint was discolored and peeling and many of the supports looked rotted and perilous at best, still you could feel it calling for you, guiding you in as if this was your own home, the place you’d always been meant to be.

What an odd place to meet a soulmate.

The light from your cell phone washed the entry room in a faint white, doing very little to actually aid you in seeing but allowing you enough vision to navigate the uneven flooring so you didn’t go tumbling to the floor.

You’d made your way through a few rooms now, following the pull of your line, through what had once surely been a beautiful home and letting it guide you past dusty furniture that had sat so long it’d both gone out of style and come back into it then through halls of worn pictures, bleached from sun exposure and leaving only phantom traces of the family that had dressed so nicely for their family portrait before it pulsed, still dull and flat, to let you know that they were here.

It was on your way out that you found him standing in the living room.

He’d had the kindest eyes you’d ever seen, light and offering a comforting warmth even in the cool darkness on this October night, but the rest of him was as muted as the ribbon that connected you, transparent and washed out by the white light of your phone. “You’re here.” It was a statement, but the inflection of your voice made it sound like a question to you both.

“I’m here sweetheart;” He spun to ease the tension and to add a little flourish to his statement before gesturing to himself “in the lack of flesh. My name’s Eddie.”

“And you’re my soulmate?”

“That’d be me.” This time Eddie raised his hand and wiggled his pinky finger, the action tugging at the ribbon tied around your own. “Not exactly what you were hoping for, am I?”

“Definitely not what I was expecting.” He didn’t let his features fall but you saw the look of hurt flash in his eyes. “But I’d be lying if I said you weren’t what I was hoping for.”

“Dream come true, just a little too late, huh?” The hand with the ribbon flexed, tugging the thin fabric tied to your own.

“You’re still here aren’t you?”

“…yeah, I am.” Eddie’s face broke into a smile, a genuine one, for the first time that night. The ends of his mouth pulling up into a grin big enough that the corners of his eyes crinkled in an unguarded display of what you could clearly read as hope and optimism for the future.

“Then I think we have all the time in the world.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson

[jo-harrington]

Request for Hymn's of Heaven! I couldn't decide so I'm gonna submit two 🖤

Fresno Nightcrawler

Oh, I've been stewing on this one for a WHILE. A little...something different. Soft...in comparison to the weird hard one I have coming up the pipeline for your last request... Hope you enjoy. <3

Find Hymns of Heaven here.

And find the Master List for As Above, So Below here.

September 1984

"...no one's signed up yet but I'm pretty hopeful."

"Yeah?"

"And I have a really great idea for our first session."

"That's great, tell me everything!" you grinned and scooted closer to Eddie, head resting on his shoulder while he started painting the picture of Ravenloft.

It was the first day of school. A long and trying day for Eddie.

New year, new graduating class, same old...everything else.

His teachers all recognized him and had some comment to make when his name appeared on their rosters again. So did a lot of the new seniors. His guidance counselor, the same one who pulled him aside and told him he wouldn't be graduating, had sat him down after first period to set some "realistic expectations" for his repeat year.

The highpoint of his day, he thought, would be sitting with the guys at lunch and possibly recruiting some fresh blood for Hellfire, but even then he had needed to fight for their usual table back; a group of nerds had thought "those satanist assholes" were long gone.

He already sat through enough stares and whispers the first time around. Now it was gonna be even worse. He was sure of it.

He promised Wayne he'd try. Promised you too, the two of you even came up with incentives for him to make it through the year; still...he just needed someone to acknowledge his efforts today. Which was why he'd decided to cut the last period of the day--trig, no thanks--and show up at Bradley's to spring you from the tail end of your shift.

You hadn't been hard to convince, hadn't even blinked at the time he'd appeared, and somehow you'd gotten Tim to agree to let you go early too.

"I'm sorry everything sucks," you huffed after you pecked a kiss to his cheek.

You made him stop at the gas station so you could to run inside to get a bag of surprise snacks--an assortment of both his and your favorites--and then he surprised you by parking at the bottom of the new billboard that had been erected by the on-ramp to the highway.

StarCourt - Coming Soon to Roane County

"Course all the days you bring me out here is the day I wore a skirt to work," you grumbled lightheartedly. "Don't look."

"You're acting like it's not something I haven't seen before sweetheart."

"I swear to God Eddie, if you look up my skirt as we're climbing and you fall to your death, I will not mourn you. At all."

Eddie rolled his eyes and gestured for you to start climbing.

Boots clomped up the ladder, one rung at a time, until you got to the top. You were both out of breath by the time you reached the gangway, two kids who had vehemently hated PE enough for it to bite you in the ass during practical applications like this.

But the view was perfect.

The sky was a little ominous with rolling clouds, but through them broke the honeyed light of the sun, which kissed the vast fields and changing trees, and glinted off the passing cars.

You could see for miles.

"Everything looks so small," you giggled as you plopped down and swung your legs over the edge. "I wonder..."

"Wonder what?"

"I wonder if this is what it looks like from Heaven," you finished wistfully.

"Where do you come up with shit like that," he laughed and dropped down beside you. "You know we're both going to hell."

"Ha-fucking-ha Munson."

"What? Sinners have more fun, Ms. Catholic School Dropout. You know that."

The two of you spent hours talking and grazing on snacks as it got darker.

Complained about how shitty your days had been.

You told him about how one of the coolers had gone down overnight and you spent the first part of your shift culling spoiled produce. He kissed your fingertips to prove that the rot hadn't penetrated your gloves, even though you were sure that it lingered on your skin.

He told you about the way he'd been shamed for not completing the summer reading even though no one had told him about it.

"They're the same books as last year, Edward," Eddie mimicked the nasal voice of his teacher. "But you didn't read them then either; great start to your second chance. Asshole."

"I'll march over there right now!" you raged, and Eddie had to physically hold you back from climbing down and walking across town to give Mr. Gibbs a piece of your mind.

Discussed the highlights of the day, as few as they had been.

He regaled you with his plans for the first campaign of the year while you explained how you volunteered to plan one of your coworker's anniversary parties.

"I'll save you a slice of cake if you pick me up after Hellfire on Friday."

"Deal."

"She worked there for 10 years. Can you even imagine?!!"

Made plans for the future.

"I don't even care anymore," Eddie confided in you in whispered tones, like a secret meant for just the two of you. "I don't even...I don't care if I'm a rockstar or a...a mechanic or a traveling salesman, I just want out of Hawkins. I'll go anywhere."

"Trust me, I know the feeling."

"Anywhere...with you," he elaborated.

You turned your head into him bashfully.

"Don't make promises you can't keep." Your voice was muffled against his t-shirt.

"Oh I'm gonna keep it. You and me forever, baby."

Before long it started getting dark and the two of you were getting tired, and while he would like nothing more than to huddle up with you here and escape to dreamland, you reminded him that rolling over off a mattress was much more preferable to rolling off a billboard and falling a hundred feet.

As you got your wits about you and prepared for the climb down, Eddie noticed...someone walking across one of the grassy fields beside the on-ramp.

"Do you see that?" he squinted in the dark and pointed to the pale figure moved between trees. "Who is that?"

You leaned in close to him and followed his finger.

"Yeah, I don't..." you nodded. "Who is that? Where did they come from?"

The light from a passing car shined on the stranger and they started walking faster and that's when Eddie noticed that their gait was a little strange. It looked less like a person and more like--

"I know we didn't smoke," he started. "But...tell me if I'm crazy but does that just look like a walking pair of pants?"

"Shut the fuck up," you narrowed your eyes and then clenched his arm. "Holy shit it does."

"Ok Miss Monstrumologist," he'd taken to calling you that after he'd seen the term in that book he'd found at the flea market. "What kind of creature is that?"

You rolled your eyes at him.

"Ok first of all, shut up."

"I won't."

"Second...who said it was a creature?"

"So a pair of Elvis' pants just...got possessed and decided to take a walk around Hawkins, Indiana."

"I'm sure there have been crazier stories," you reasoned.

"Sounds like you don't know what it is," he joked, but given your tense silence he turned to you with a glint in his eye and a smile growing on his lips. "Are you kidding, you really don't know?"

"It could be some asshole just taking a walk in the middle of nowhere!"

"First real life creature I've seen and you don't even know what it is."

"I guess it could be...a nightcrawler or something."

"You're just making shit up now to save face." He stomped his feet on the gangway excitedly and hollered into the night. "She's a fake, a phony, a charlatan."

"I am not!"

You slapped your hand against his shoulder and he clenched his hands over his heart and wrenched his eyes shut dramatically.

"Wooed me with your knowledge of the supernatural only for it to be...a lie..." His voice dropped to a whisper. "How can I trust you...ever again?"

"Eddie!" He cracked an eye open to see you standing there with a cute little pout.

"Sorry sweetheart," he returned to his regular tone and posture, shrugging. "I had to take my chance where I could."

You rolled your eyes and threw your hands up into the air before he engulfed you in a sweet embrace.

"So," you said after a beat. "What would you like to call your...so-called discovery."

"Frank," Eddie responded without a second thought.

"Seriously?!" you deadpanned.

"...I think Nightcrawler sounded good. The Hawkins Nightcrawler."

#aasb #as above so below #hymns of heaven #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x oc

[tesstuffsblog]

All too well

┕━» Pairing: Eddie Munson x female reader

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Rating: angst angst ANGTS, flashback fluff and a bit of smut.

Summary: a bit inspired from all too well by taylor swift. it’s your last prom. you and eddie were together but you broke up in a bad way. you go at the prom and eddie watches you from outside, because it’s too painful for him, so he stays in his uncle’s car writing you a letter.

tw: arguing, swearing, crying, just a mention of a miscarriage

Word count: 6k

english is not my first language!

(every time i have to say this, there are a lot of similarities to my wattpad fic “Together, until the end”) taglist

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21 May 1986, Hawkins High School prom

As you well know i’m not a prom type, i don’t like being with too many people.

My perfect evening is spending time with the Hellfire members doing one of my campaigns or being alone in my messy room strumming my electric guitar. But today is the last prom. I made it, i’m going to graduate, i can’t even believe it.

Of course i’m happy about it, i’m finally gonna run away from that fucking school and start spending more time with my band, like i’ve always wanted. But that means that i probably will never see you again.

You look gorgeous. You are so beautiful.

Your nude dress perfectly wrapped around your waist, your wavy hair left loose swaying around your shoulders as you move softly.

You put on a matching eyeshadow. You feel ridiculous. Everyone is smiling, the other girls from the cheer team are so excited to attend to their last prom, but you’re feeling the opposite. You’re not happy, you miss something or…someone.

The gym is full of tables, covered in table cloths and ornate centerpieces.

Decorations cover the cinder block walls and the photo booth sits beside the tables, full of drinks and food. The front of the gym leaves an empty space for the dance floor.

You watch as people stand up from their seats at the tables around the gym and head to the dance floor. You can see Chrissy, your co-head cheerleader, Chelsea, Tara, Lindsay, Amber, Stacy and the others. All happy while they complements each other’s dresses.

Every once in a while you watch into the crowd, but no, he’s not here with you.

And i’m here. I can’t enter, i…just can’t. It is too painful. I’m sitting in my uncle’s car, watching you.

Oh, your sweet disposition

And my wide-eyed gaze

And I can picture it after all these days

And I know it's long gone and that magic's not here no more

And I might be okay but I'm not fine at all

'Cause there we are again on that little town street

To be honest proms aren’t your thing either, but this is your senior year, and you’re the cheer captain so you have to be there.

We would’ve been the cutest couple in hawkins, if we hadn’t hidden our relationship for so long.

But let’s be honest, we were very unexpected, who could’ve ever guessed that the hawkins high head cheerleader would’ve fallen in love with the town ‘freak’. Yes, you are popular and all, but different from the other jocks. You are sweet, caring, kind, sensitive to the others, even baddass when it was necessary, and absolutely stunning.

Before you i didn’t have time for stupid crushes, heart palpitations or anything.

I had always mocked the interpretations of attraction with heart-shaped eyes. I’ve always been a guy who flirts with anyone who's spent more than five minutes with me.

But the butterflies in the stomach?

The overwhelming feeling of losing your head over someone?

That excitement running through the veins? Never

But you. You.

In a tight little cheer skirt.

13 September 1985, cafeteria

"Maybe if you stop staring at her and actually approach her and talk, you might have a chance." Dustin intervenes as he sits next to them, slamming the lunch tray. "Your eyes will burst out."

Eddie realizes that he was biting his lower lip when Dustin and Mike stare at him.

He put immediately his gaze on the newspaper to cover himself.

"Is it a crime to look at a beautiful girl, Henderson?"

"You're creepy." Jeff adds "Also I don't think you're her type”

"Shut up... and how do you know I'm not her type?"

"Yeah but you’ll never know if you stay here” Gareth replies “You said you were gonna talk to her last year…and the year before…and the other before too-”

“Okay yep, get it”

“Get her flowers or play something with your guitar. Girls like those shit" Dustin adds

"She's a senior now. And I'm sorry, but who knows if you're gonna graduate this year... maybe you should hurry up and ask her out." Gareth says "Yes... I mean, this should be your year right?"

"Exactly."

At the sound of your laughter a curve forms on the boy's face.

"LOOK! You get that stupid smile on your face every time she smiles or talks or does anything." Dustin exclaims pointing to the older boy

Eddie's eyes meet yours for a heartbeat, his eyes widened in an instant as you both immediately move away your gaze. And here are the boy's cheeks painting of a light pink, but before they can notice he returns with his eyes in the newspaper covering his face.

You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me

Wind in my hair, I was there

I remember it all too well

I often found himself daydreaming about you.

It didn't make sense. You are a cheerleader, the Hawkins High gold girl, in the middle of a bunch of high school losers like me. Quite everyone had or has a crush on you and i have never been attracted to popular girls. There was something about you.

I’ve been watching you since he was in the eleventh grade, so it has been three years. The way your lips curl in a smile when your chatting with the others. The way you move your hair from a shoulder to the other. I was- am completely lost in you. I tried to deny it, but i couldn’t.

I, Eddie Munson, have a crush. And you’re so beautiful. You have a beautiful smile, you have a beautiful laugh, that glow in your eyes when you look at your friend. And i said ‘i have absolutely zero chances’

6 October 1985, woods

“May i?” a voice brings you back to reality. You rapidly dry your cheeks

The first time we two talked to each other you were sitting at the bench in the woods. That is my drug dealing spot, but of course you didn’t know it.

“I’m- i thought no one ever comes here” You peer up to see no one other than Eddie Munson stepping into the little clearing at the picnic table.

“True…huh just me. We’re you…crying?” he asks concerned, your eyes are bloodshot. Your cheeks and the tip of your nose are red.

You don’t respond but he can see that you are pretty nervous.

When you looked at me i though my heart was gonna explode.

“All right, just gimme the word and i’ll go away and i’ll leave you alone”

“No no it’s okay, i don’t want you to go” you hurry to say as he takes the sit in front of you “I often go into the woods when i’m upset or stressed” you say looking around you

“Yeah me too. You want to talk to me about…this?”

You shock your head sightly

When you look up at him, his heart skips several beats, your eyes meeting his and the corners of your lips turning up in a smile before your cheeks turned rosy and you look away.

How could someone be so beautiful while crying?

“What were you listening to?” he asks pointing to your walkman trying to distract you from your thoughts

“Huh Abba…The smiths”

“Abba? The smiths? Really?” he gasps

“They’re great! I’m not a huh metal music tipe as you”

“Is it that obvious that i listen to heavy metal?” he says looking at you raising an eyebrow

“Are you seriously asking me that? i mean look at you! You have like those cool hair, and those pretty tattoos. And obviously you’re wearing a Metallica shirt so…”

He gasps again dramatically, putting a hand on his heart and falling to the ground making you laugh “Look at what you’ve done You just hit me in my heart!”

You laugh harder, warmth spreads across your chest to his goofy movements to standing up, but your eyes are still filled with tears. “Oh my bad i haven’t introduced myself yet” he walks back to the table, placing his palms against it and looming over you with that large grin of his face “Eddie Munson, my pleasure to meet the Hawkins High golden girl”

Every time you looked at me it felt like somebody has a hand wrapped around my chest and they're squeezing really fucking hard, trying to make my heart pop out of my throat.

“So” he fixes his hair, moving them out from his face “You want to talk about what happened?”

“Why? Munson you don’t even know me”

“True but i would like to help you” he nods swiping some tears left under your eyes “If- if you let me to”

To me, all that mattered was that i was able to make you smile in that moment.

11 October 1985, your house

You turn to the side of the window and notice

"Munson?" You raise your eyebrows in disbelief, there's the brown long haired-metalhead-puppy eyed outside your window.

"Uhm sorry I-I'm here to bring you back your book...uh you left it at school and Mr Higgins told me to give it to you. Sorry for the trouble."

I think we both know that it was just an excuse, i needed to see you. Yeah you forgot your book, but i begged Huggins to be the one to bring it back to you.

You have so many questions to ask him starting with why the hell is he outside your window and he didn't knock on the door?

"Don't worry, no trouble. Do you want to come in?" you giggle. You are alone today and you wouldn't mind his company

"Yeah, why not," he replies, scratching the back of his neck "How are you?" he smiles, he's really cute when he smiles

"All right, a bit tired but I'm fine"

You both sit on your bed, you raise your legs to your chest with my back to the wall while he stays at the foot of the bed with his legs crossed. Until a few weeks ago, I never would have said that Eddie "the freak" Munson would be in your room talking to you and that you would’ve enjoyed his company.

You haven’t felt like this in a long time.

"You know, you're one of the few people, maybe the only one who makes me feel appreciated in that horrible school. I don't think you can say the same about me, I mean, the freak" he lowers his head, you can feel a pinch of sadness in his voice.

"To tell the truth I never thought this about you and I never will" you tell him sincerely "And yeah I appreciate your presence" you see a spark in his eyes as he hints one of the most spontaneous smiles you’ve ever seen.

"Wait- Let me just-" Slowly he puts a hand on your cheek an then moves behind your ear the hair that fell on your face. You follow with your gaze the movement of his hand as you feel a slight shiver on your back. He wears a lot of rings, they've never made you crazy about but they fit him perfectly.

"You know I like these rings," you say taking his hand in yours.

You liked my rings? Iwas going crazy, on the inside of course. I hoped you couldn’t be able to hear my heart beating.

"Choose one" you can feel his look on you as you analyze his warm hands that contrast with the cold metal rings. Notice the one on his fourth finger in his left hand

"This" you point touching the cold metal 

"Here" he stick it on your right ring finger "Okay maybe it's too big, let's put it here"  he chuckles and puts it on your middle finger

"I really appreciate that, thank you Eddie”

“First time you call me by my name” he grins

“Look at that, very metal” you giggle, showing it better to him.

I know you still have my ring, at least i hope so. You’ve never given back it to me.

Since then i knew i wanted you in my life, like really.

17 November 1985, Starcourt

I asked you out and i remember spending entire nights to think about how to tell you that, even if that would’ve meant being face to face with rejection. It wouldn’t even be the first one.

“So a cookie dough for the lady and a double chocolate four you sir” you both thank the kind ice cream man

“I think the flavor you choose sucks” Eddie says as he begin to eat his ice cream

“Mhm mhm Munson you’re so wrong. Try it”

Eddie cautiously put a little spoon in it and picks it up examining it.

“Eh its not like it’s gonna kill you”

He fakes a laugh and pulls out the spoon form his mouth, widening his eyes “Shit it’s good, decent enough to eat”

“I know you liked it, let me try yours” you do the same thing and put the little spoon in your mouth “Ew, all yours, no i don’t like chocolate” you do a disgusted face

“What? Who on earth doesn’t like chocolate?!”

“Me”

I remember it, the only person in the whole world who doesn’t like chocolate.

You both laugh, he places his hand under your chin wiping your lower lip with his thumb as you look up to him deep into his eyes.

“Hey uhm” he clears his throat while you move your hair on one shoulder “I have to tell you something”

“Yeah?”

"I fell so fucking hard for you” he admits to you. You stare at him with wide eyes, not being able to believe your ears.

“I can't stop thinking about you, Every time I fall asleep all I dream about is you. Whenever you're around I can't think straight, i become a blushing mess…and-“

“Listen, Eddie-”

“And i know…cheer captain, town freak. You don’t like me and i get it…i- i mean-“

“Damn it Munson-”

“I just- i needed to tell you this because i’ve never felt like this before with no one else. It’s something new to me and-“

You sighs closing you eyes, resting your right hand on the boy's warm neck so he stops rambling "God i could kiss you right now"

“I- i-” Eddie is interrupted by the delicate touch of your lips against his.

Kind and soft. It’s a very short kiss. You detach from his lips as Eddie freezes. He had never felt like this, his cheeks slightly pink that and unable to utter a word for those few seconds. He blinks a few times, stunned from what had just happened and there it is: blushing mess.

I remember i could feel the blood rush to my face as i began to ramble, and an unfamiliar feeling bubbling in my stomach.

God if only you knew what you did to me.

“Eddie i like you, a lot …you didn’t notice” you admit taking his hand in yours “We should do that again”

After a few moments of disbelief, he returns to himself, bringing your lips again close to his. His lips so soft on yours. This kiss is more passionate, allowing his tongue to slip past your lips, you can taste the ice cream flavor on each other’s tongue. Your fingers rests behind his neck while his hand cups your jaw. Your skin feeling like it is burning under his touch.

I didn't think that you liked me like that, like ever.

You both are unable to open your eyes for a few seconds, lips redden cause of the kiss. When he opens his, he sees a big adorable smile spreading on your features.

In this moment Eddie is like a child, he also can’t hold back the smile.

All i wanted was you, and i finally had a chance.

I wondered how long you had liked me, and i cursed myself for not telling you my feelings sooner.

I also remember i pinched myself on the leg to make sure that it wasn't a dream.

27 December 1985, Eddie’s trailer

A faded Led Zeppelin song in the background, played by the radio. You walks back to his room and linger in the doorway, he’s asleep. The warm sunset golden light enters from the roller shutter glowing on him.

He’s spread out over every free surface on the bed laying on his stomach with his arms wrapped around the pillow, wearing just his boxer and a Dio shirt.

I remember that afternoon. The fate has you to have a polaroid with you.

He looks so peaceful. With a dopey grin, you sat down beside him, taking the camera in your hand and taking a picture.

At the flash light he squints and groans. “I have a bad news sweetheart” he stretches out, whitening his words “I thing you’ve just blinded me, now i can no more look at your pretty face”

“Well at least i have a beautiful photo in which you look very cute” you grin before pulling kissing his cheek. That caught him off guard and a pink light flush spread across his cheeks.

I remember it all too well

Photo album on the counter

Your cheeks were turning red

I still have that polaroid, but i have to disagree with you, i don’t look very good in it as you said.

He puts his arms around you, squeezing you delicately, causing you to fall on top of him. His hands leave your waist and move cupping your check bones, starting peppering kisses you all over your face. Forehead, each of your cheeks, the tip of your nose, and chin.

“So you can see my face uh dorky nerdy boy?”

I scrunched my face to that nickname but it was…cute.

You place one of your hands to the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair, pulling him into a proper kiss, his hands go down to your belly causing you to flinch

“And look who ticklish here!” he exclaims tickling as you burst out in laughter falling into his pillow next to him.

“EDS S-STOP! TIME OUT” you ask for mercy pushing him away, his head in the crock of your neck you can feel his smile on your skin while his curls tickle you.

“Okay okay all right” Eddie smiles at you pulling away, his eyes meeting yours for a moment before he lets his head fall back against the pillow, still hugging you. "You're so so pretty, Eds" you murmur as you lean forward and place gentle kisses just beneath his jaw line "You think so?" you nod “No one has ever told me that”

“No? Well so i suppose i have to remind you that every day”

No one has ever seen me the way you did. I guess it was really, really nice.

You run your fingers over the boy's face, the curve of his nose and the redness of his cheeks. “You’ve got freckles too” you say looking close up the details of his face “I didn’t notice it before”

“Well now i’m offended”

Days spent together laughing and exploring with one another turned into relaxing evenings full of making out sessions on my bed.

30 January 1986, your bedroom

“O my god, i love this song! I was waiting for this one!” you exclaim humming along to it when ‘there is a light that never goes’ out by smiths begin to play “C’mon Munson don’t be lazy and dance with me” you say dancing around the room as his oversized Iron Maiden t-shirt showing your bare legs.

I was completely falling in love with you.

I've literally been falling head over heels.

As you continue to dance, getting closer to him, you notice his eyes in every curve of your body. Your t-shirt raises a bit showing your panties, the open window brings in a cool winter breeze that you can feel against your bare legs that sends shivers down your spine.

“C’mere” he rapidly takes you into his arms, grafting you by your waist and begin to peppering your face with kisses.

His smell of cigarettes and mint mixes with yours of french profume.

Eddie comes closer, his other hand crawling under your shirt and up your back, deepening the kiss. His hands firmly clasp your waist under the fabric of your shirt and you hear a moan coming from him when he feels you didn't have a bra on.

Eddie begins to print kisses along your jaw causing you to moan when he reaches a certain spot. “I’m so happy right now” you murmur breathless.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks looking up to you with his shiny brown eyes.

“More than everything” you whisper to him

Eddie pulls up your shirt and dove himself back to you causing to fall into the mattress.

“Wait- your parents aren’t home right?” he asks between kisses

“Yess pretty of course they’re not but we better hurry up if you don’t want to sneak out from the window”

I was yours, and you were mine.

Everything was coming together better than i could've imagined.

He puts himself on top of you as you let your hands slide down to the hem of his t-shirt taking it off. Eddie pauses while his eyes carefully scrutinize your body “You’re the most gorgeous thing i’ve ever laid my eyes on” he press his lips on your tits and all along your belly.

“Flatterer” your arch your back at the feeling of his mouth and his tongue along your body.

14 February 1986, Lover’s Lake

I remember taking you to the Lover’s Lake, i though about that for…i don’t know for how long actually. And then i remembered that it’s literally the town making out spot.

“Oh Lover’s Lake. I see where this is going”

you sit next to Eddie at the edge of the lake on a big, soft blanket “What- i-“

“Just kidding”

It’s almost dark. The lake reflects the sunset over it, the sky has perfectly mixed red and yellow shades.

“I know this isn’t much but-“

“Eds” you stop him “It’s beautiful, best view in the town. No one has ever done something like this to me” you say looking up to the sunset

“Glad to be the first one, sweetheart”

“So what we’re gonna do now?” you ask smiling

“Well since i took my guitar” he says pulling his necklace where he attached a pick “Yeah it would’ve been more funny if i took my electric guitar but” he grins while you watch him in curiosity.

His eyes are fixed on the movement of his fingers as his hair blocked most of your view of his eyes. He begins to sing softly “Close your eyes, give me your hand, darling. Do you feel my heart beating. Do you understand. Do you feel the same? Am I only dreaming? Is this burning an eternal flame”

With a lovesick smile you watch him, he’s so beautiful. You put your hand on his shoulder and bring your heads closer together, he melts immediately. You place sweet kiss on his temple, Eddie glances away from his guitar and to you and leans to kiss your lips, smiling against the kiss.

“That was amazing. I didn’t know you listened to other genres besides metal”

“I don’t” he smiles to you “Just for you”

“You’re so cheesyy”

He laugh putting you to sit on his lap

“Y’know, you’re particularly pretty with this light, it makes your eyes shine”

"I don't know what I did to deserve you” Eddie leans over and presses his forehead against yours as a sound comes out of his mouth, almost like a chuckle

Can I tell you something? It's important." It was weird, because now he feels so insecure. Never in his life he has felt so insecure with someone.

"Yeah, of course."

"I am in love with you. I am in love with you since the the eleventh grade, i was 17 and…all i have in my mind is you. I wake up and i think about you. My brain just goes blank when i look at you. i think i'm going a little crazy. I don't know what love is... I've never fallen in love before..but i think that’s what happens when you fall in love”

This time is your brain going blank, heat rising on your cheeks

“Good thing because, Eddie Munson I love you. I- i think you’re the right person for me”

29 February 1986, outside school

You were the one to take care of me. I remember one day Carver begin to punch me. That never happened…i felt broken Nan’s it was so ridiculous cause it was Carver. But i reminded me of something from my past.

“Eddie? Eddie…you alright? You’re crying?” you come closer to him noticing him sitting on the sidewalk, a few injuries on his face and a black eye

“WHERE THE HELL IS THAT FREAK!” you hear a male voice in the distance.

“Oh no no no…Eddie what happened to you…” he looks up to you but rapidly avoids your gaze. You sit next to him hugging him cautiously “You…want to talk about what happened mhm?” He leans into you and lets out a soft whine

His lower lip and his hands tremble, you try with your voice to calm him and you do a bit.

“Okay…it’s okay”

He pulls away from your embrace “Alway the same thing. Always them. ALWAYS THE SAME SHIT!” he yells

“Fuck those dicks. O my god they never got physical”

“IT’S SO STUPID- I’M SO SICK OF IT” He sob running his fingers into his hair

“I know…i know Eddie”

“I- i don’t even know w-why i’m crying i-“

“Hey hey…if you need to cry do it. I’m here”

It breaks your heart to see him like this. He comes back into your arms, sinking his head in your chest as you print kisses into his hair “That- that reminded me of my father”

You were always there for me.

“He was a- a total asshole. He came back from work and just…” You take back the tears but feel like you could cry for him, you’re completely broken.

“To my mom a-and to me” he stutters

“Oh Eddie…i’ve got you now, you’re safe, everything will be okay” you continue whispering to his ear reassuring words, caressing his back with one hand and with the other into his hair “Let me carry you home”

8 March 1986, Eddie’s bedroom

It’s thanks to you that I can graduate and pursue my dream... even though it won’t be the same now.

“Christ! I hate maths. C’mon this doesn’t make any sense” he swears hitting his head on the open book on his desk

“I know me too” you sigh “But you’re doing really good”

“Yeah?” he looks up at you with his puppy eyes and a very gentle look on his face

“Yes pretty, i’m so proud of you”

“We make a good team”

“I just…can’t wait for all this to be gone”

“Got it. But i’m excited too! We’re gonna graduate together”

“That’s the only good thing” he leans over, brushing your hair form your face and kissing gently your lips “Oh you still have it” he points to your finger

“I never took it off Munson, you didn’t think i threw it away, did you?” you tease him smirking

“No no that’d be awfully cruel”

“You’re gonna flip the bird to the principal? Because i’d love to see this” you chuckle playing with his guitar pick necklace

“Oh yeah! That would be fun, he deserves it” he notices you having a thoughtful look on your face “Hey what are you thinking about?”

“I actually wanted to ask you something” you say to him “Are you…gonna come to prom?” you ask him a bit insecure “Of course I’m gonna be there, and it’s not your thing but y’know it’s my last prom, i’m head cheerleader so…”

“No yeah it’s-“ he interrupts your nervous rambling “I’ve never been to prom but this is my year, our year” he stands up and offers you his hand “Would you like to be my date?” he asks you with a huge grin and a love struck look on his face

I remember asking you to be my date to prom, actually i was asking to be your date. You would’ve worn one of your pretty dresses and i…well i don’t know? Maybe my uncle’s old tuxedo.

“I’m honored sir” you reply taking his hand in yours, flashing him a smile

I remember everything all too well.

Even that night.

25 April 1986, your kitchen

You asked me to come to your house. You came down from your stairs and just stared at me. It was like i could see your head going haywire

And I know it's long gone and there was nothing else I could do

And I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to

'Cause there we are again in the middle of the night

“Hey…” you say breathless

Down the stairs, I was there

“Hi…are you sure you’re okay?” he asks coming closer to you

“Eddie…i- i don’t-“ All you do is give him a stick, he picks it up and take a closer to look at it.

You start fidgeting, nervous about his reaction.

“W-what is that?” he looks up at you with wide eyes.

You don’t answer but bring your trembling hand up to your stomach.

+

It was positive.

I remember it too well, unfortunately. I dreamt about that fucking night.

I dreamt about how i could’ve reacted.

“Wait a-are you saying that…”

I remember it all too well, yeah

“Eddie, i’m pregnant” you say firmly,

he sits on the couch and ran his hands his curly hair “How the hell did this happen?”

“I suppose we’re going to be parents-“

“No…no- shit” he rapidly stand up and begins to pace in the kitchen “Jesus Christ! We can’t do this!”

My mind becomes full of hundreds of scenarios that could’ve happened.

“I’m not ready! We-we’re not. We’re still in high school!” he yells, your eyes start to become bloodshot

“I know Eddie, i know. I’m scared too but we’re gonna manage that” you ignore the single tear dripping from your eye

“No no no” he murmured under his breath “I think you should get an abortion”

I hated myself. I was wrong. I was fucking wrong.

Your stomach drops “An-an abortion?” you replies with a broken voice, eyebrows furrowed “I-i don’t want that”

“Mhm? SO WHAT? YOU HAVE A BETTER IDEA? WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANT TO DO?”

The pain makes its way through your lungs like there's something inside that's holding them tighter and tighter.

“I-I DON’T KNOW” you yell back to him, he turns back looking at you “IT’S SOMETHING FRIGHTENINGLY NEW FOR THE BOTH OF US”

He tries to interrupt you “Let me talk!” but you stop him, sigh and continue

“I’d lie if i say i didn’t thought about that but I’m not going to interrupt the pregnancy. I’m doing well financially and you know my dad’s gonna help us with this and we’re responsible” you say biting your trembling lips to keep from crying

“IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT? You’ll be a terrible mom! You want to become like your mom?”

You take a step back, wincing. You could throw up right here. “I can’t believe you…” you close your eyes. You feel like he is ripping out your heart and stomping on it right in front of you. You feel like he’s drifting away from you.

“I’m sorry but no i don’t want to be a dad” he shakes his head “I’m done”

“WHAT?” you sob harshly, crossing your arms.

“Think about that! You’re eighteen, i’m twenty…Jesus H Christ!” he continue, yelling to you “I’m done with this conversation. I guess it all was just a mistake”

“Okay” you emit a nervous laugh “Okay i get it”

I didn't figure out how much i fucked up before it was too late, i ended our beautiful almost relationship.

And maybe we got lost in translation

Maybe I asked for too much

But maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up

Running scared, I was there

I remember it all too well

“GET OUT OF MY HOME!” You see Eddie's figure coming out the front door while you slam the door in his face.

Your face crumpling into a sad expression. Wet tears begin to scratch your face as you bring your hands to your face to cover your mouth, trying to smother the sobs.

Your heart is heavy, you hate that feeling.

I remember getting off of your home and just went in my trailer and cried, blasting music not to let me listen to my uncle. I felt guilt coursing through my veins. “stupid- stupid son of a bitch!” he punches the wall

I kept calling you but you didn't pick up. I can’t blame you.

I fucked everything up. I was so fucking scared, i mean we are so young and i didn’t have a healthy relationship with my father so…i panicked.

I saw the look on your face, i felt your heart broke.

7 May 1986, phone call

But you called me after twelve days.

I was relieved, ready to apologize cause I behaved in the exact kid of way in which I was afraid of.

“Hello?”

“Hey…” he immediately recognizes your voice “Hey…i-i’m so sorry. I’m fucking sorry. I’m a dick- i know”

“I don’t want your apology, Munson” you cut short “I called you to say that i had a miscarriage, my body rejected the baby. You need to know that”

And to that my stomach dropped.

I tried to speak but my mouth was…dry, I was unable to utter any word.

“So…” you clear your throat, you know he can hear your trembling voice “Umh i- i did some researches and i found out that too much stress can increase the…this risk”

Was that my fault? I caused that to you?

“Thank you very much for…everything. Good Bye” you put the phone down

And you call me up again just to break me like a promise

So casually cruel in the name of being honest

'Cause I remember it all, all, all too well

And we’ve left like that.

We talked about what we’re gonna do in the future. You would’ve applied for Notre Dame university while I would focus on my band. The pregnancy was unexpected. That’s something that will change your life forever.

But we could’ve talked about that…without yelling and crying.

Are you still mad at me?

I’m truly sorry for..for everything. For how i treated you that night, for what i said. I freaked out. I just know you’ll be the best mother ever, i just know it.

I’m writing this hoping that this damn stabbing feeling in my chest will go away.

My head is spinning, trying to remember every moment spent with you. I have so many beautiful memories with you. But it hurts, it hurts so bad. I miss us so much.

And now i’ve lost you…i can’t. Not so early.

I’ve never stopped loving you. I don’t think i ever will.

—With love, yours forever

From your dorky nerdy boy

Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it

I'd like to be my old self again

But I'm still trying to find it

“Hey, honey you alright?” your friend Chelsea, another cheer member, pats your shoulder while an expression of concerning forms on her face when she notices you all alone

“Yeah…yeah umh” you clear your throat, rejecting the tears “I’ll just take a drink and go to the bathroom to freshen up. I’ll be right back” you fake a smile, walk over to the punch bowl, grabbing a red solo cup you down the liquid in one swing.

Clutching the steering wheel with his hands he cusses himself under his breath between a couple of sniffles “This is so- ridiculous…this is so fucking stupid” and he throws nervously the letter out of the car window. Tears rapidly collect in his eyelashes, making it difficult to see

You head to the girls bathroom, still hearing the music and celebrations coming from the gym as your eyes become teary.

You lock yourself in a bath cabin, slamming the door behind you. You slide down the door, until you’re sitting on the dirt floor.

You miss him too much.

He misses you too much.

You hate it, you hate you because you still love him. You hate the way you two had broken up.

But you have to go through this, maybe you just aren’t meant for each other.

You take a quick look at your fingers. His ring is still on your middle finger. You really never took it off “Asshole…”

And he’s there. He didn’t enter, he…just couldn’t. It is too painful.

Back before you lost the one real thing you've ever known

It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well

Down the stairs, you were there, you remember it all

It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well

And there you are. In that shitty bathroom, sitting on the floor. Tears filling your eyes. Your nude dress perfectly wrapped around your waist. But that man can’t be Edward Munson.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

A/N: so if you read this til the end thank you so much i appreciate it a lot🫶🏻 Btw i was listening to this song and i had this idea, which in my head sounded really good but then i started writing it and as i wrote it seemed more and more silly. I really have put myself into this fic, i hope it actually make sense and i hope you’ll like it <3

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I'M NOT SCARED

Parings: Vampire!Eddie x Fem!reader

Summary: 3 months after he was susposed to be dead, the group finds Eddie and to their shock and fear, his skin is pale and has fangs? When Dustin tells you about it you refuse to see Eddie.

Warnings: none, I think

For just over 3 months now, you've heard it all from Dustin. He and the rest have claimed that they've not only went back into the upside down, but had found your deceased beloved boyfriend, Eddie Munson.

You hadn't been with them when he died, Eddie begged for you to go on with Steve with their plan and that Steve would keep you safe. So when it came to Dustin telling you Eddie had passed in his arms was hard because he knew Eddie's last words to you were

'I promise you, I'll be back, You'll be in my arms and we'll be safe, ok? I'll make it back to you, I promise, Y/n'

You believed him, every single word, but once Dustin came back without your boy, you knew something happened, you knew that he broke his promise. So before you could even notice that Dustin was limping, you ran off with hot tears running down your cheeks.

You didn't want it to be true, but every time you looked at all the picture hung up on your bedroom walls, you knew that you wouldn't see that face, that smile, those big, puppy eyes again. Even if you convinced yourself it was a lie, a myth that he had left you. It pained you so much that you packed everything you had of him away in your attic, all the pictures, shirts, notes, drawings, cologne, his rings he had gifted you and more. You had nothing of his in your room. And you haven't seen any of his things for 3 months.

-

"He's there. Y/N, he's down there, waiting for you to come see him but you're fighting it" Dustin whined

"Dustin I'm never going down there again, it confuses me as to why you are willingly going down there over and over again after you're best friend died down there, and to hell if you think I'm going down there to the place where he died in your arms instead of mine!" You yelled out.

You had told Dustin and the others to stop bringing it up with you or around you. It's not that you didnt believe them, you did, Cause if it was just one of them telling you they found him down there, you would've thought that Vecna had gotten into their heads, but they all saw him.

They all saw him but you. Again.

At first they all yelled at you, showing their excitement and confusion at knowing he's alive, saying he looked just like he was the last time they saw him.

He still had his long hair, he was wearing the same outfit from that night, but you noticed by their faces that they had been leaving something out.

They told you that he had asked if you were still in Hawkins, or if you had left like most of the town.

Truth is you almost did. You begged your parents to move, but they don't have the money, and nor did you.

So when they told him you were still there he was happy and asked them if you could come down with them the next time they go there.

They had all asked you but you had refused.

They've gone down around 7 times since they first found him. And every time they go down to him without you, they have to make an excuse so Eddie won't be upset.

'She's focusing on her college applications'

'She has work'

'Yeah she couldn't come, she's babysitting her cousin"

Eddie knew that wasn't true, he knew they were lying when they made an excuse the 3rd time they came without you.

Eddie wanted nothing more but to see you again, it's all he can think about. You. In his arms again.

But then a part of him doesn't want you to see him like this, his eyes were the same, but with a hint of glowing red, his skin paler than Mike, and his teeth, the sharp fangs were something that didn't go unnoticed, he knew you would be scared of him, just like the others when they first saw him.

-

"Can you please go down with us this time, I know you want to, he brings you up almost the whole time we're down there" Mike said.

"I dont get it, why is he still down there? Why isnt he up here with the rest of us? Hm? How do we know he's not working with them down there, huh?" You questioned

You got nothing back, they all went silent and didn't talk about him for the rest of the time they were with you.

Eddie had been scared to go to the real world again, Vecna told him he was to stay down there with him and be his right hand man. And Vecna has eyes everywhere, so it was gonna be hard if he could get out of there just to see you.

---

It had been a week since they're last visit and Eddie told Vecna he wanted to take a stroll in the real world, he reluctantly agreed and let him go and do as he pleases.

You had been out of town for that weekend and weren't there when he had turned up to your house, he knocked, but no one answered him, you're parents were both helping around the town, so no one was home. But he didn't know that.

He had figured you're parents weren't there but in his mind, you saw you in your bed, ignoring his calls and knocks.

He walked around to the side of your house, went through the gate to your backyard. And looked down at the doggy door at the bottom of your back door. He sighed and looked down at his frame, he was way to big to squeeze through that.

Eddie rubbed his face and groaned, he knew it would hurt, and he could get badly injured, but he closed his eyes and soon enough, his legs weren't touching the floor, and his sight had gotten smaller, he wasn't himself, he had transformed into a bat.

The sun had shined brightly and started to burn his bat skin. He quickly flapped down to the door and used his force to push the doggy door open for him to get inside. Once he was inside his form collapsed into the floor, his hands on the tiles of your kitchen.

He wasn't badly injured, but parts of his skin had turned red from the heat.

He stood up and tip toed to your bedroom, seeing the door slightly creaked open.

He pushed it and took a weary step in, seeing the walls blank, all the photos of him were gone, even the one on your bedside table, they were all gone.

He walked around noticing all the things that were missing from the last time he was over, which was the day before you last saw him, the day before he 'died'

He looked in the mirror, or at, he couldn't see his reflection, it was like he wasn't there, like he was a ghost that couldn't be seen. So instead of his shaky pale body looking back at him in the mirror, he saw your bed, where the mirror was aimed at.

That slightly broke his heart. Knowing that he'll never be able to look at himself again, it wasn't that he had to look at himself as if he knew he was incredibly attractive, he's just scared that he'll forget what he looks like, he won't be able to recognize himself, he was scared that if he couldn't see himself ever again, he'd never know who he is anymore.

Your room was cold, and it seemed empty, not in the sense that you weren't there, but like he was missing from there, the amount of times he had been in your room was countless. He was here probably more than he was in his own, he had decorated it with you so seeing everything he had put up with you gone felt wrong, it felt like you had taken him out of your life. Like you had not only gotten rid of the things, but him himself, it was like he had never been in the room in his life and he couldn't stand it, so he got out of there, he ran out of your house and back down to the gate.

He didn't have the same emotions as he used to as a human, so he didn't cry, he couldn't but he definitely wanted to, his eyes were practically begging him to cry but he couldn't, he wouldn't.

But he was crying on the inside, the human inside him was crying, Eddie was crying, Not Eddie.

Eddie went to your house in the upside down. Where everything was the way he wanted it to be, the way it was supposed to be. All the pictures and his clothes where there, seen as though you two had been together and friends for years. Even though there wasn't much colour. He could still picture it as the day the pictures were taken.

---

It had gotten to the point where Eddie didn't hide his fangs in front of the others, he would show them off almost, they were always able to see them. They group had a nice view of Eddie's white teeth as he smiled or laughed at them.

So when Steve, Robin, Dustin and Mike were down their on their 8th visit, it came to surprise when Eddie's face wasn't adorned with his natural warm and welcoming face.

They were greeted with a dull and blank expression. And they all grew concerned, asking why he looked so sad

"Eddie, what's wrong?" Robin asked the boy

"Does Y/n still talk about me up there?" He asked bluntly

"She tends to avoid conversations that revolve around you so, no, not really, why?" Dustin replied

"She doesn't love me anymore" he said looking down at his feet. Even though he couldn't feel most emotions, he knew when he was sad, or happy, and right now he felt abandoned, he knew he so sad that he could just almost feel it.

"What?! Why would you think or say that, she does and that's why she doesn't want to talk about you, it hurts" Steve defended you

"Then why doesn't she come down to see me? Why is everything of mine gone" he whispered

"What do you mean?" They questioned

"She took everything down, every picture, every gift, everything I ever gave her, none of my clothes are even in her wardrobe. It's like I dont exist to her anymore" Eddie confessed.

"You dont know that" Dustin said, almost tearing up, as if Eddie's sadness rubbed off or transferred onto the curly headed boy.

Eddie dropped the subject and just tried to forget it. How was he supposed to tell them he went up there and couldn't stay for good? I mean Vecna gave him permission, and if Eddie was up there Vecna couldn't do shit to get him back down.

"Guys?"

-

You had decided when you got back that it was time to see him, after being going to your room when you arrived home from the weekend, you felt a presence with you. It was colder and you felt as though someone was in there.

You tried calling the group but none of them picked up, so you make the bold assumption and turned up at the place Dustin said they go through to get to Eddie.

"Guys?" You called out at you saw them from a distance. All their heads turned in your direction and they heard you from afar.

You looked at them all but only saw Eddie, his smile on his face dropped as he saw you standing there and him mouth immediately shut tightly.

"Y/n! You finally came!" Dustin cheered and got up, running over to you, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the group, you didnt look at anybody else but Eddie.

Your vision got better as you got closer to him. He looked the same but so different.

Eddie couldn't speak, he didn't know what to say. It had been 4 excruciating months without you. And you turn up.

To him, you looked just as beautiful as ever. And he felt like he couldn't look at you. He didn't deserve to.

The silence was so loud to them, everyone could sense the tension, but you had no idea there was tension

You sat down next to him and placed your hand on his, but he quickly shrugged it off the second you touched him but that didn't mean you couldn't feel like his skin, he was so cold it made you shiver, it pained to see he didn't want you touching him, that wasn't how you planned on seeing him for the first time in ages.

"Eddie?" Your voice was soft, like if you said it any differently, he would break or disappear. He didn't answer you, he didnt even look at you, he just moved away from you to create space between you two.

Everything had changed between you.

You looked up at the rest of them and seeing their sympathetic looks as your bottom lip quivered, you felt like you were going to cry.

"Eddie? It's me" you tried again, moving closer to him. Maybe he forgot who you were? Maybe he didn't recognize you?

"I know" his voice was cold and blunt. He moved away from you again, this time getting up and sitting in between Mike and Robin.

"Eddie" you heard Robin's stern tone whisper to him, like she was warning him or something

"I told you. this is why I didnt want to come down here" you announced to Dustin and got up.

You dusted yourself off and quickly walking away from them, going back to the place you got here from

"Eddie, you've been begging to see her for months and this is how you greet her? What did she do" they all questioned him

"She's just gonna run away when she finds out anyway" Eddie shrugged

"She's your girlfriend, Eddie, go after her and apologize" they argued

"There's a difference between is and was, she was my girlfriend"

-

He ran after you. He relapsed you shouldn't have been treated like that and ran after you. He knew that if you were ever going to go down here again if he decided he did the wrong thing, he was going to have to go back for you.

And damn did he catch up to you, with his newfound speed, he was able to catch up to you in only a minute.

"Y/n! Wait!"

When you had turned around you saw him charging at you, and it didn't seem like he was planning on slowing down, so you tried to block yourself with your hands but nothing came into contact, you opened your eyes and uncovered yourself, seeing him standing there looking nervous

"When the hell did you get that fast?" You asked

"I uh, well... I'm gonna tell you this, and you can walk away if you want to and never speak to me again if you want but um, yeah" Eddie played with the rings on his fingers.

"What? That you don't want to see me? That you never died? That your working with them down here-" You listed things that you expected.

You didn't give Eddie any time to talk for himself so he just laughed at what you were saying. Showing you a clear view of his teeth

"What's wrong with your teeth? Eddie what's going on, your cold and fast as hell and have weird teeth, what's wrong with you?" you sighed in confusion.

Eddie suddenly grew insecure. Eddie had just started to like his fangs, he thought they were pretty cool, badass. But you didn't like them, so he shut his mouth and put his hand over his lips

Eddie had never really been insecure, it was just the fact that you were the most prettiest girl in the world to him and you chose him? The freak? That's what always put him down.

But you basically saying you didn't like the way he looked hurt, and he could definitely feel that.

"Y/n..." he drifted off into wonderland.

You're going to hate him, you're going to scream and run away from him if he tells you. That's the one thing he would never want. He's never wanted you to look at him like he was a monster. And well...now that he is, he doesn't know how you'll react, I mean yeah. He does, he just doesn't want to know how you'll think.

"Eddie" you said sternly

"Please just dont. Please don't be scared" he looked down at the ground

"Eddie, you already are scaring me"

"I mean, I guess that you could call me a uh- well I'm uh- a vampire" he confessed

You look taken back, it made sense to you, the fastness, the paleness, the teeth, the coldness. You know a lot about supernatural creatures, vampires, werewolves, unicorns, witches. So you knew what the side effects of being one were. And he ticked all those boxes.

"Like Kas" you whispered, making him laugh

"Yeah, like Kas, literally" he nodded his head.

He stood there awkwardly, waiting for you to run away from him, but you didn't.

You stepped forward, towards him but your sudden movement scared him, making him back away

"If I get too close I might do something bad" he said as a warning

"Have you? To them?" You spoke in a hushed tone.

"I've been scared to go within a metre of them, haven't been closer than that" he replied

"No hugs?" You questioned. You loved giving hugs, to anyone, you couldn't imagine not hugging anybody, so it made him smile knowing you want him to be able to hug people

"No" he shook him head

"I'm not scared" you announced, walking closer to him with your arms out, you didn't move quickly, it was quite slow.

You were barely an inch away from him now, you looked at his face closely, examining how he looked, he was beautiful, seen as though you never thought you'd see him again, he looked even more precious standing in front of you.

Eddie could smell you, but he did not dare lay a finger on you, if you were to hug him, he would let you, but he would not do it back.

Not that he didn't want to, or that he didn't still love you, he wouldn't hug you because he loves you.

You slowly wrap your arms around his torso, pulling him closer and you dug your head into his chest, he was still cold, but it was worth it just to touch him again.

"Eddie..please hug me, please hold me, I want to be in your arms again" you instructed.

"Y/n" he warned

"Please, Eddie"

He wrapped his arms around you, as gentle as he could. He took a deep breath as he closed his eyes, resting his head onto of yours. Feeling safe in your warmth.

"You don't know how much I've missed you" he said

"I missed you more than you ever could" you smiled into his chest

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Silence~ 10~ Eddie Munson 

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Summary : You sacrificed yourself so Eddie can live, you wanted to be the hero. Instead, you broke everyone's hearts. But are you really dead?

It's been almost a months since you sacrificed yourself. You did it for Eddie. For Dustin. For Steve. For Nancy. For Robin. For Hawkins.

Eddie sits in his trailer, in his room with a joint in his mouth barley hanging on his lips as he stares into the unknown. His mind is blank and his heart is torn to pieces. He has lost you, the one person he thought would love him forever. You wanted to be love, you let him love and you were so thankful for that.

He was the main reason your notebook was left untouched, cold and somewhere in your room with the pages still opened.

" I did it for you Eddie Munson, take care of Dustin for me. I love you, forever my rockstar"

He replays the last words you spoke to him in just a whisper. You called him your rockstar, not something you or anyone has ever called him.

Tears roll down his cheeks as he takes out the joint from his mouth and a sob escapes him. He puts his hand on his mouth, his rings cold against his lips as he sobs.

He just wants you back.

It wasn't easy for anyone. Dustin had to break down to your mom that you were gone, you weren't coming back. He held his mom as she sobbed wanting her little girl to come back. On the refrigerator door there is only pictures of you, with Dustin. One with Eddie, one with Dustin and just you smiling wide. It was your mom's favorite picture of you. On the kitchen counter, held some of your books from school with your handwriting in it and Eddie's name with hearts on it.

It was untouched, cold and your mother left it there as a reminder that you were once here, in the room with her while she cooked.

Dustin, he doesn't even dare to walk into your room. He stands there with the door open staring into the unknown. He can't believe you were gone, his big sister. You were suppose to be here with him, laughing at his joke, teasing each other and helping each other.

He wears one of your hoodies, even though it's too big on him. He doesn't remove it. Your scent is still on it, as a reminder that your still here with him.

He wished it was him that wasn't here.

" Dustin!" you shouted into his room as he grabbed your notebook that has been torn and pages crumbled. It wasn't really a notebook anymore. He laughed jumping on his bed, holding it to himself.

" Give it back to me" you pouted, stomping your foot. " Please" you stood on his bed reaching him but he ran out the room, downstairs into the kitchen. You chased him down there, running around your mom.

" Hey! You two, behave. No running in the house!" she says. But you chased Dustin to the dinner table as he rounded it but stood on the other side.

" I want to give you something, this old thing isn't good anymore" he throws the notebook that you have been using for a long time on the floor. Before he turns around looking for something and presents you with the notebook that had your name with it, but what made it special was the pen that had your initials on it. You were a Henderson.

Dustin's face beamed as he realized what you were eyeing at.

" You're a true Henderson, now" he says. You walk up to him and throw your arms around him.

Dustin's lip quivers feeling his legs wobble beneath him as he collapses on the ground in front of the open door of your room. He clutches the sleeve of your sweatshirt.

" I miss you Y/N" he sniff, staring at the ground.

-

Steve had been driving around in his BMW, tears streaming down his cheeks as he thinks on if he was there, he would of done something to save you. He hadn't know you were there until last minute, you were like a little sister to him.

Now you were gone, he glances quickly on his dashboard on the passenger seat side as he remembers a memory.

" Get your stinky feet off my dashboard Y/N before I turn this car around and leave you home" you were munching on a piece of chocolate that Steve bought you with your legs outstretched on his dashboard of his precious BMW.

" They aren't stinky, Harrington" you grumbled putting one foot down on the ground.

" The other one too, Henderson" he pats your knee, casting a look at you before looking back at the road.

" Don't piss in your pants, Stevey boy" you put the other one down before Harrington has another fit and really leaves you home.

" You know, the way you look after the kids, you are going to amazing dad one day" Steve looks over to you, a small smile on his face.

" You think so?" you nodded. " Yeah, Dustin adores you. I can tell how much, he talks about you. We talk about you and we love that someone like you are part of our lives"

Steve reaches over to ruffle your hair, " Hey!" you tried to fix your hair the best way you could, with Steve laughing as he drove.

He remembers your pout and laugh. Messing up your hair was one of Steve's thing he usually did. He glances down at where you used to sit, on the floor sits a pair of your shoes. You had left them there demanding that you'd walk home barefoot which Steve thought you were out of your mind for.

He looks at them, they were the same once in the memory he just remembered you off.

" God, Y/N. Why did you leave? We all need you..." a sob escapes from him, feeling the tears as he pulls over on the side of the road. He bangs the steering wheel in anger, wishing you'd come back.

He misses his best friend.

-

Robin takes out some cookies from the cabinet, the Oreo kind. It was your favorite. A lump is in the back of her throat and a tear falls from her eyes as she opens them.

" How many did you buy? Y/N? What are they for?!" Robin comes around into the kitchen seeing you with five or six oreo packets in your arms as you lay them on the counter.

" To eat, hello?" you look back at her with your eyebrow raised. She laughs as he walks over to you, " You got such a sweet tooth."

" Leave me alone, you know I love these and I know you do too" she rolls her eyes, nudging her shoulder into yours.

" The only reason I love them is because I always watch you stuff your face with them, and I love you so therefore I love them"

" That's sweet of you" you say before shoving an oreo into her mouth, she gasped and coughs. " Thank you" she laughs, pulling it away from her mouth as she looks at you, shakes her head watching you eat your sweets.

She looks at the oreos, chuckling to herself seeing there were three boxes left and you couldn't finish them the last time you were over.

" You always had a sweet tooth, Y/N. I miss the hella out of you. Here's to you"

With that Robin bites into the oreo, but it's not the same because your not with her.

-

Nancy sits on her bed, tears rolling down her cheeks. You weren't really close to her, but you still were her friend. She remembers the night where you came over and her and Robin took care of you. Had a girls day but something catches her eyes instead, it was a notebook.

" What are you drawing?" Nancy asks as she slide off her bed and sits besides you. She was working on her home work while you were drawing a new design that you wanted Eddie to look at.

" That's pretty cool, you're so talented" you had been coloring the drawing now, tongue peeking out from your lips just like Eddie would do. He has been rubbing off of you.

" Thank you so much" Nancy watches you and looks at how focus you were. " You planning to show this to anyone?" you nodded.

" Yes to Eddie, but I'm scared he won't like it" you frowned looking at it from afar. She takes the notebook from you and traces her fingers over the design.

" No, he will love it. I'm sure of it" she says, giving you back the notebook. " You hungry?" she ask. " Yeah, I could eat" she takes your hand and you two head down together downstairs.

The drawing is forgotten and Nancy has never moved or touched it since.

She kneels on the floor taking the notebook in her hands and tracing the outline of the drawing she did when you sat in her room making it.

" You were so talented, you were so loved Y/N. Please come back.." she whispered into the air, dropping the notebook and sobs escapes her. She brings her knees to her chest, holding them.

They all miss you much. It feels like a piece was taken from them.

-

Lucus, Max and Mike were watching El as she was silent and focusing on watching tv. Something has been off about her since you died, it was like a piece of her was taken.

You and El weren't really that close but she knew what you did. But, she has been hiding something from her friends, and Hopper too. She can't tell them otherwise it would be a madhouse.

Max eyes El, feeling like she isn't herself. She sits down next to her, grabbing the remote and turning the tv off.

El turns to her friend, " I was watching"

" Is everything okay?" El nods but her eyes look away. " Are you sure? You can tell me anything. I won't tell"

El looks back at her.

" Everything is fine" El lies, her heart is racing as she's afraid to tell the truth. It has been eating her alive, but it was better off it they didn't know. It would hurt them more.

-

Steve stares into the sky, squinting and hearing the bird chirp around him. His legs outstretched on the grass and not caring if they got dirty.

He was visiting you. Your grave.

There was funeral for you, people came, half the town did, even Jason and his hoop buddies. One person couldn't make it, Eddie has been cooped up in his trailer, barely moving. Sleep hasn't been his friend, food was barely touched, he ate but not that much, the music hasn't been played since you were gone out of his life. His guitar was collecting dust. Wayne was worried about him, but let him have his space.

" Hi there" Steve looks at your grave. " Today is beautiful day, but it feels not as wonderful without you" he pauses picking at the flower he brought to you.

" I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you like you needed me too, you were fighting a battle that I didn't know you were until it was too late. I miss you so much, squirt. You were the kindest, most amazing, most understanding person I have ever know. You always told me how wonderful of a father I would be. But, I don't know. I really wanted us to continue to be friends, you can be the god mother to one of my children one day. You were really one of the best things in Hawkins. I'm so glad you came into our lives when you did, you changed us for the better. Not just me, I know this"

A hand on his shoulder makes him jump to his feet and he sees it's just Dustin. He eyes the sweatshirt Dustin is wearing and once again, tears fall down his cheek as he remembers its your sweatshirt.

Dustin puts down a flower on your grave.

" I really miss you so much Y/N, you were the best big sister a brother could have. You made me the better version of myself, you made it worth it to get through the next day. Your laugh was the cure to our sadness, to mine. Mom misses you so much, she always says she wants her little girl back. We all do, you were the most wonderful person to step into my life. I remember when you first came in, you were afraid to get close to me. But you trusted me, and I failed you. As a best friend and as a brother, if you hear me. I want you to know you are missed every day and it's not the same without you"

Steve listens but catches Dustin seeing him collapsing on his knees and sobs can be heard from the two of them.

" She was our best friend, the person that light up the room whenever you saw her. She was beautiful, she was kind, she was one of kind. Hawkins made it barable when she was around. The way she would stuff her face with oreos, she was the sweetest. You can tell how much people adored her, hell she even threw one hell of a punch at Carver. She was a fighter, she save us and Hawkins. Y/N, I beg you if your listening, I love you so much, thank you for making my life better than it was" Robin speaks as she sits down next to the boys, touching the grave stone.

Nancy walks up to the grave placing down that notebook you had left at her house, " you were an artist Y/N, I miss our girl days where would paint each other nails, get ourself pampered but I miss your snarky moment the most. You always stood up for who you were, you always knew what to say and you were my friend, please come back to us" she taps the notebook leaving it by the flowers.

The scrunch of leaves and new sound of someone sniffling brought them out of their thoughts. They turned to see messy long brown curls, black skinnies and the vest.

Eddie. He was finally coming to see you.

He collapses on his knees in front of the grave tracing your name with his finger. By this time Mike, Max and Lucus has joined.

" I love you so much Y/N, from the moment your eyes met mine, I knew, I knew you were my girl. You were a treasure, you let me in, you spoke to me and as soon as I heard your voice, I knew one day you were going to be my wife. Dustin always gushed about how wonderful you are, even Steve. Can you believe it that I heard from Harrington? Yeah, me neither. I miss your laugh, I miss your smile, I miss the way your soft skin felt on my finger tips. I miss the way you held my hand and sometimes when we sat down our pinkies would intertwine. I miss you watching me play my guitar in my room, you looked at me as if I was art, like I was a star. I was your rockstar, I will always be your rockstar. I will never love as I loved someone as you" He slides one of his rings off his fingers and places on your grave.

A sob erupts from him as he embraces the grave as if he's hugging you. Steve, Dustin and the rest all lean on him as if they are hugging you two.

" Please, come back to me. Please.." Eddie mutters, nails scraping the stone.

-

The secret that El has been hiding was that she saved you , she pulled you out after everything with Vecna. But you were badly injured, she brought you to Hopper where they both hide you and you laid weeks healing, and healing.

But here you were, the wind blowing of your hair as you stare at your friends and Eddie hugging your grave begging you to come back.

El and Hopper are behind you, they told you it's better if you were dead as they thought.

But friends don't lie, but this time friends lie.

El looks so heartbroken at her friends wanting nothing more than to run over and tell them that you are alive. That you made it.

" It will be okay, kid" Hopper says with a hand on your shoulder, giving it a squeeze. Your hand reaches out to hold it.

You grabbed the other hand with El, who looked at you with sadness in her eyes.

You had to stay away. You had to leave Eddie behind even if your heart was left with him as he hugged your grave stone.

Eddie pulled from the gravestone wiping his own tears. He needed another joint and sleep. But as he raised his head, he saw a familiar color hair and the familiar eyes. He blinked rubbing his eyes, it's not you. It's not you. You weren't here. He was imagining it.

It can't be you. It can't.

Your eyes go wide seeing Eddie has spotted you.

" Let's go" Hopper takes your arm pulling you away into the car with El rushing into the car and drives off. He drives with you looking out the back window seeing Eddie running to where you stood, his hair blowing in the wind as he screams your name.

You put a hand on the window leaving your heart with him.

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[thetorturerwrites]

Grey Ch 1: Slippery When Wet

A/N: Well, here I am again but with something new. For background, this story takes place in modern times. I lived through the 80s, and I just can't bring myself to write about them. I also feel strongly that you can move the entire ST cast and story forward 40 years, and everything still works. There is always a group of misfits.

We'll be skirting the line between reader insert and OC, but I figure if we as readers can imagine ourselves as cheerleaders or secret agents, you can come with me on this particular journey.

Lastly, I don't have any fancy content warnings since this story is in its infancy, but I will update them as I go. I also don't like to disclose my plans. So, you'll just have to be as surprised as I am when updates occur. ;)

I hope you enjoy.

For @fracturedarkness

***

The first time you saw Eddie Munson, you sat outside your trailer doing your very best to dissociate from your past.

Fall had not yet turned into winter, but here in Indiana, the predominantly flat landscape made the strong chill in the air bite at your cheeks and sting your eyes. It was unfamiliar terrain, a stark difference from what you’d left, but you told yourself you’d drive until you ran out of gas. But when you did, it still didn’t feel far enough. You hastily refueled and kept on driving, ending up in Hawkins, Indiana. It felt like another world, light years away from the one you’d fled. 

And so there you sat, in a rickety, green, folding lawn chair outside a half-orange, single-wide, drafty trailer bundled up in a hoodie, thick boots, and the only pair of blue jeans you still owned. The drab, brown grass and near winter-dormant trees matched your mood - somber. You reminded yourself to be grateful for this freedom, this fresh air, this small, rusted out circle containing the fire you’d built to keep warm. A month ago, this patchy driveway, disturbingly freezing trailer, and miles and miles of silence were an impossibility.

You moved in through a sheet of rain and spent the next far-too-long using that rain as an excuse to hide inside and not step foot out into the world. When the rain stopped, you exited your tin can to a new type of sunlight. The air was purer here, stripped of noise and smog. With the ground finally dried out, you could start the long overdue task of a fire in the pit you were pretty sure you’d stolen from someone else’s yard. You told yourself it was for a higher purpose because tonight’s primary goal was to burn up every shred of anything that could identify you to anybody who might come looking. 

You’d set your world on fire to be out here, might as well set the past on fire to match.

God, never let them come looking, you silently prayed.

You didn’t hear the van pull up, not even registering the muted metal thumping inside it, even when its driver threw the door open and spilled Judas Priest out into the night. Your focus was on the latest picture you’d tossed into the flames, watching as the smiling faces on the shiny surface blackened, blistered, and curled into themselves. Gone to nothing, like it all was. Rifling through the box for the next memory, you barely registered the crunch of boots crossing the road.

It wasn’t until a voice, masculine and smooth, broke your reverie that you even blinked. But once you did, it took a flurry of lashes, eyelids rapid-fire opening and shutting, to clear your vision before you could actually see the person standing across from you.

“Hey there?” He waved his hand in your direct line of sight until you looked at his face. “Hi. You good? Been trying to get your attention for a few minutes now.”

Canting your head slightly to the left, you studied him, all long limbs and curly hair. He was attractive in a sweet sort of way with a clear fondness for the color black. Scuffed up black boots, black jeans with worn out knees, a black and white shirt that looked to say something about hell, and an oversized black leather coat decorated with a jean vest layer. He looked as though he walked straight out of the 1980s, but in a way that was strangely charming. Charming was nothing you had room for in your life these days, regardless of how pretty he was.

Shaking your head gently, you looked down into the pale blue box, still half full, lifted out a spindly pine cone, and threw it into the fire with more force than you intended. You watched it bounce before settling into a smoldering pile of dried roses and yellow paper.

“Yeah, I’m good.” Not really in the mood for chitchat, you furrowed your brow and refocused on your task, hoping he would leave. A long, uncomfortable moment passed, though, in which he didn’t seem to get the hint. With a huff, you forced your voice into a semblance of civility. “Need something, Mister…?”

You let the word linger, assuming he was at least socially adept enough to understand the cue. When you looked up at him again, there was an amiable smile on his face, and you almost regretted the annoyance you felt a second ago.

“Eddie.” He sat - no, plopped himself pointedly right there - down on the grass across from your makeshift fire pit, happy as a pig in mud. “Name’s Eddie. Mister Munson is my uncle.” He pointed over his shoulder to the trailer directly across from yours.

"You live with your uncle?" You asked carelessly only to be slammed with immediate embarrassment. Being rude was never your intention.

He smirked.

"Yeah. It works. I work days, him nights. Saves money. Keeps the place from feeling so lonely."

If your judgment put him off, he didn't show it. 

“So, whatcha up to? Missus…?”

You chuffed a slight laugh. You couldn’t help it when he mimicked you exactly, complete with a higher tone that made you appreciate the deep, richness of his natural voice. You contemplated telling him your name, but you’d promised yourself nobody would ever know where you’d gone or what became of you. Telling him your name felt like breaking that promise too soon.

“You can call me…” 

Your eyes darted around, surveying what was close by to find anything that would work. Catching on the sleeve of your hoodie, you nodded to yourself. That’s the answer.  

“… Grey.” To match my mood, you thought. To match everything about my damn life. “And I’m…” 

You trailed off again, eyes drawn back to the crackling flames eating up your history. Memory pinched your lips, and you shook your head, numbed now by all the spent emotions, as well as the frigid air. 

“Just enjoying the fire.”

Eddie hummed, nodding along as though he heard all your private thoughts and could feel their weight. He said nothing for a long time, and right when you thought he’d get up to leave, which made you feel a funny way, he broke the silence again.

“You just moved here, yeah?” Rummaging in his coat pocket, he pulled out a pack of Marlboro reds and a silver Zippo. “D’you mind?” 

He waved the pack at you, seeking your permission to smoke his own cigarette in your company. Against your better sense, you found it endearing.

“Yeah. Few weeks. No, don’t mind.” 

Two weeks and three days, exactly, but he didn’t need to know you kept track of how many days it had been since you’d begun this crazy endeavor. There were a lot of things you didn’t want Eddie, or anybody, to know. All of it stuffed way down inside and locked up tight. The only tangible evidence of your previous life sat heavy on your knees, a weight you desperately wanted to be rid of.

From inside the box, you drew another stack of papers - bills, letters, probably some legal stuff - and tossed them onto the burning heap. Bit by bit, the person you used to be became more and more of a myth. Glancing at your unexpected companion, you watched as he lit and drew a deep inhale from the cigarette. You thought he would surely twist or turn his head so he could read the words stamped on the topmost bill, your government name all across the front of it, but to his credit, Eddie simply stretched out his arm and offered you a drag.

“Want?”

“No thanks,” you shook your head, unable to stop the wrinkling of your nose, “I don’t like the smell.” You blinked a few times as your brain caught up to what you said. “Which seems stupid right now considering we are sitting at a fire that I built myself.”

He laughed - just once, a delighted bark in the now darkness. It shocked you how much the laugh transformed his face. The apples of his cheeks grew more pronounced, and his lips pursed attractively. He shook his head and flicked the cigarette into the fire to burn up alongside your history.

“Not stupid,” he smiled at you, warm and genuine. “Been meaning to quit anyhow. This what you do for fun?”

You couldn’t stop the stirrings of a smile.

“Oh yeah,” you nodded exaggeratedly, “every chance I get. You?”

He was practically giddy at your sudden participation but played it off coy, boyish almost. His fawn-brown eyes twinkled.

“Mmm I’m gonna hold on to that little nugget of intel.” He rubbed his hand across his face, but you couldn’t tell if it was to hide his delighted grin or to keep himself under control. “M’tryna be cool here.”

He winked at you, all cheeky-like, and you couldn’t breathe for a second.

“And this way, we’ll have something to talk about next time.”

You could hear the offer in his voice, the openness and welcoming. It shot two arrows directly into the center of your heart - one warm, trying to crack you open a fraction more and one icy cold, warning you that this was too risky, too reckless.

Pay attention! 

Your anxiety screamed, straining at the seams of your insides until your head pounded and your ears rang.

“Ok. Sure…..cool…..” 

Your voice trailed off because you noticed the details of him now. Details you’d missed before since you’d been directly in the center of your personal pity party.

The world went upside down. 

Beat-up, old van. Long hair. Hell-something t-shirt. You belatedly registered the silver rings adorning several fingers and the guitar pick strung around his neck. Your eyes flicked from him to his van, trying to remember what had been playing when he rolled out of it this evening.

Judas Priest. Eddie was a metal head, which meant he was undoubtedly in a band, which further meant he was unquestionably a drinker or a drug user. Fuck, maybe even another goddamn drug dealer. A heavy sigh escaped, accompanied by the sag of your shoulders.

You didn’t need another version of that guy. You’d barely escaped the last one.

“Y’ok there?”

The way he looked at you was unnerving. No, the way he watched you was unnerving. He obviously recognized the moment you went from calm to anxious, and it bothered you he’d seen it. 

Without really doing much, he invited you in, making some kind of space for you to feel seen and safe. But the quickness with which he made you feel at peace left you troubled. You’d lived with those uneasy feelings for far too long - the kind that had your stomach in knots and your jaw clenched as you waited for the next catastrophe. That anxiety was your constant companion, and you couldn't fathom letting it go.

Better the devil you know than the ones you don't. 

You drummed agitated fingers against the corners of the box before abruptly deciding to upturn the entire thing into the fire. Standing too fast, you ignored the dizzy feeling in your head and stomped on the box with your boot to make sure it would all catch.

“Well, uh, it was nice to meet you, Eddie.” You kicked at the fire again, moving the debris around and sending bursts of smoke and ash into the air. “See you around sometime.”

It was dangerous to leave the fire unattended; you knew. But sticking around for Eddie to see too much or ask the right question you didn’t think you’d be able to not answer was even more dangerous. He was easy. Easy to be around. Easy to like. Easy to talk to. And that was simply unacceptable.

So, you did the thing you’d been doing for months.

You ran.

You slammed the door shut behind you with enough force to shake the trailer walls and turned off all the lights before sinking down onto the threadbare carpet floor in the very center of the practically empty room. Dropping your head into your hands, you waited, hoping he’d understand this cue, too, and leave you alone.

Eddie

“You can call me Grey.”

It certainly wasn’t your name, but somehow, it suited you, at least in Eddie’s estimation. You were beautiful, but you were also hemorrhaging color, joy, and want for life. It showed on your face - pretty features that lay flat with no spark to animate them.

He noticed you immediately when you moved into the trailer park. You spoke to no one, you hardly left your place, and you moved in with only an Army green duffel bag and a pillow, as far as he could tell. He never saw you unload anything else from your car, a ragged, sky blue Pinto that looked oddly right parked not so far away from his van. They would be best friends, of course.

Gradually, over the course of about a week, you stepped outside more often, and he relished the opportunities to study you. He guessed you to be roughly his height, maybe an inch or two shorter. Curvaceous, he decided even though you dressed in long pants and sleeves no matter the time of day. He couldn’t quite tell about your hair color, though. It seemed to change from morning to night, which he chalked up to the sunlight that was always in his damn face when he tried to watch you in the mornings.

At first, he felt a little creepy, but it was unavoidable. You were the most fascinating person to have ever set off his Misfit Radar. Collecting renegades and weirdos turned out to be a lifelong commitment for Eddie, though it was less intentional these days than it had been in high school. And you? 

You had ‘outsider’ written all over you. He simply couldn’t help himself from seeking that connection.

So, here he was, trying - and failing - to make conversation when it was obvious all you wanted was to burn things that used to hold meaning. He was hard-wired to keep going, however, and he wanted you to crack out of that shell just enough to make the awkwardness worth it. He might know the right things to say to the oddballs and freaks, but inside, he always felt clumsy and nervous when talking to someone he found attractive.

And you were fucking gorgeous. 

Once or twice, you responded beyond the bare minimum, more than out of politeness, and he saw that spark in you - the brief flash of feeling beneath all the fear, and he was right. It made the nervousness worthwhile. And when you smiled? Shot through the heart, and you were to blame. He couldn’t help but want to make you smile again. He had a feeling you didn’t do it enough. He also got the impression that whatever it was you ran from, you’d never be far enough away. But maybe he could help make you feel safe here, safe enough to start over.

For reasons he didn’t quite understand, he wanted that very much. 

Long after he’d spooked you, he stayed. He understood running, but he also knew you had to make the choice to stop and be in the hard moments. It was Dustin who taught him how to push through the fear, and Eddie knew that sometimes, a person needed to see the behavior modeled before they felt comfortable enough to try it. It had certainly been true for him. 

Making himself that model - even not knowing whether you could see him - he kept his eyes on the fire that was so important to you, ensuring every piece, including the box itself, burned away, all while listening for the faintest sounds of stirring inside. He wanted you to know he was still here, but he didn’t want to push you because that truly would be creepy. None came. If you knew he lingered, you didn’t give him any sign.

Quietly, trying hard to not disturb you, he tended your fire, made sure there was nothing recognizable left, and put out the flames. He mixed the ashes with the dirt and folded your lawn chair against the trailer so it wouldn’t blow away in case the wind kicked up. 

And then, he went home for the night - albeit reluctantly.

Foregoing food or a shower or a smoke, he dropped into his messy bed, shook the hair from his face, and stared at the ceiling for a long time. He normally smelled like cigarettes, sometimes weed, but tonight, he smelled of campfire smoke and the nighttime air. It made him think of you, and he imagined fifty different ways he would try to talk to you tomorrow. Maybe you’d be outside tomorrow morning, seeing that he worked your fire for you, and he’d wave as he drove off to work. Maybe you’d be sitting out there when he came home, and he could keep you company again. Bring you a beer or something.

Or maybe, he’d be brave and walk right over there to knock on your door.

He made so many plans that he drifted off to sleep without settling on a specific one…

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I pity the living, envy for the dead / eddie munson imagine

A/N: Title comes from Anesthesia by Type O Negative...A lot of my imagines have titles from Type O Neg as they are my favourite band. Massive trigger warning.

Summary: The aftermath of Eddie's death and everyone is aware that Eddie didn't commit the murders so they actually treat him like a human being.

TW: blood, suicidal thoughts, self harm. If either of those subjects are a trigger to you please don't read this imagine. I don't want to cause anyone distress and be the cause of someone being triggered so please be cautious while reading. <3

It had been a week since your world came crumbling down. Nothing mattered anymore.

Eddie was the reason you were still alive and now that had gone. You wanted to be there with him. You wanted to be away from all this pain and hurt.

You had hoped and prayed that when the earthquake hit, that you would have been ripped apart. Or someone would have run you over in their panicked state as they left Hawkins. Or someone happened to leave their gun unattended..

-

You can still remember the exact moment. You felt something in the pit of your stomach telling you that something was wrong. You scrapped everything that Eddie had told you in terms of staying away from certain areas. You grabbed your bag and ran to the trailer park, to be greeted by Dustin, sat on the floor outside of Wayne's trailer, sobbing his heart out.

"Henderson...what the fuck is going on?" You ask, your voice shaking as you sit down beside him. "Where is Eddie?" You ask again, raising your voice.

Dustin just shakes his head in response, sobbing even harder.

"O-Oh.." Was all you managed to get out before a blood-curdling scream escapes your lips and you begin sobbing.

-

You had finally plucked up the courage to go and speak to Wayne. You had avoided him for as long as you possibly could - avoided going to the school for the shelter - skulking around peoples' abandoned homes, grabbing any food you could from there until you couldn't avoid it anymore.

Dustin had come and found you sat on some swings in the centre of the town and you completely broke down to him. "I can't do it anymore, Dustin." You say with a sob, putting your head in your hands. "Everywhere I look I'm reminded of him and the life we could have had had he not have been caught up in all this shit.. I just can't cope with this. I haven't even spoken to Wayne -- does he know?"

"He knows.. I uh, he's at the school. I saw him with one of Eddie's posters..and I told him." He says, clearing his throat as he feels himself start to get overcome with emotion, rubbing your back.

You nod. "Is he still there now?" You ask - Dustin nods in response, offering you his hand to get up. You take it and get up, quickly dropping his hand and tugging your sleeve down to hide the fresh scars that were there.

-

After a short walk, you find yourself at the school and Dustin leads you straight to where Wayne is sat, a blanket around his shoulders - he looks as though he hasn't eaten since he found out the news - and neither had you. You go and sit next to him, taking his hand into your own. "I'm sorry I didn't come to you sooner.." You breathe out, tears still rolling down your cheeks.

Wayne shakes his head, placing his other hand on top of yours. "Don't apologise, Y/N... You probably needed the time." He says pressing a small kiss to the side of your head. "How are you holding up?"

"Fucking dreadful. I haven't eaten, I've barely slept because every time I close my eyes I picture him when it happened and I can't.." You shake your head, letting out a sigh. "A-And I just don't particularly want to be alive anymore." You say with an awkward laugh.

Wayne sighs, giving your hand a squeeze. "Me too.. I've lost a lot in my life but Ed was like a son to me..." He sighs, closing his eyes. "He wouldn't want you thinking like that though Y/N - wanting to..join him. He would want you to carry on. Have a long and happy life."

That comment tips you completely over the edge. "I um, I need air. I'll...I'll c-come back later." You stutter out, your breathing becoming difficult and your chest becoming tight. Wayne nods, taking his hand from yours and allowing you to run off.

You rush out of the hall, down the corridor until you found a bathroom that you knew nobody would come to. You shut the door behind yourself and quickly barricade it.

You go towards the mirrors, staring at yourself for a few moments - feeling completely detached from yourself. You raise your fist up and smash it into the big mirror over and over until it had more or less completely shattered, blood dripping off of your knuckles.

If you just grabbed a shard.. you could slit your throat and bleed out. You shake your head, trying to snap yourself out of those thoughts, going to the next mirror and doing the exact same, watching as the shards shatter all over the floor, the noise music to your ears.

"Is there someone in there?" You hear a voice behind the door before someone tries to shove it open.

"Fuck." You breathe out, trying to mentally work out what you can do to hide what you've done.

Before you knew it, there was a group of people shoving the door, before they burst in.

A bunch of jocks, Ms. Kelly - the counselor and a few other teachers.

"Oh my word...Y/N.." Ms. Kelly says, rushing over to you, taking your hands into hers, lifting them up to see if there was any of the mirror stuck in the bloody mess. "Can somebody get me the nurse?"

You shake your head. "'m fine.." You mumble, avoiding looking at anyone, staring straight at the tiles in the bathroom floor.

Before you knew it, you were left alone with Ms. Kelly and the nurse, both of them sat either side of you on the small bench away by the door. "I know you're upset over Eddie, Y/N..but this - all this hurting yourself - isn't the answer." She says, stroking your hair, trying to calm you down. "I can see the scars on your arms too, Y/N. You don't need to hide them from me, I'm not going to judge you."

You cringe a little in pain as the nurse wipes an antiseptic wipe over your knuckles, before wrapping them up in bandages. "I just..I don't feel anything anymore. I don't feel anything... Eddie was all I had.. I just want to be with him. Why couldn't it have been me? Why couldn't I have died instead?" You say, a sob escaping your lips.

Ms. Kelly wraps her arm around you. "These emotions are completely normal as you're progressing through the stages of grief. Eddie wouldn't want you to be like this. He would want you to remember the good times. Why don't you tell me some of your favourite memories with him?"

You nod, sniffing. "Uh, I remember the first time Eddie met my parents when we first became friends. My dad hated him because he was a guy who was hanging around with his daughter. But my mom loved him because she could see how genuinely nice he was. Eddie made such an idiot of himself because he was desperate to win my dad's approval that he fell down the step into our living room and rolled his ankle and limped for ages with it..." You trail off, the memory filling your mind and a small smile spreads across your lips before it fades away.

"And when the crash happened and..and I lost my parents, Eddie never left my side. I lived with him and Wayne for ages, until my aunt finally decided to let me live with her...I didn't want to but she pulled the family card.." You sigh, looking down at your hands. "She made my life hell."

Ms. Kelly nods, listening to all the stories you shared with her about Eddie, looking up at the door when she hears Wayne's gentle voice.

"Oh Y/N...are you okay?" Wayne asks, peering through a small gap in the door. You just shake your head, leaning into Ms. Kelly's arms as she strokes your back, trying to calm you as she feels the tension in your shoulders rise.

Wayne moves the door open slightly and walks in, sitting down beside you. He side-eyes the glass on the floor, not wanting to comment on it and draw more attention. He strokes your back as well. "We will get through this together, Y/N. I promise." He smiles at you.

You nod, looking at him through your teary eyes. "We will.."

"And Eddie will live on forever inside of us both." He smiles at you, wiping a stray tear from your cheek.

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