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When Brothers Play Matchmaker - Eddie Munson

Eddie x Fem!Reader!Hargrove

Billy x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Stranger Things

Word count: 2,073

Summary: Billy buy’s pot from Eddie on occasion, that’s how Y/n met Eddie. Billy doesn’t like it because he’s her big brother but Eddie’s a dork. So Billy doesn’t see him as a threat.

Authors Note: Very much love this one. One of my favorites.

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“Why do I have to come with you?” Y/n whined annoyed at her brother for making her tag along, but even if neither would admit it they didn’t like being separated.

Or at home when their father is.

“Because you're my sister.” Billy smirked at her.

“I love you but hate some of your habits.” Y/n sighed looking out the window of the passengers side in the camaro.

“Ton’s of people smoke Y/n/n.” He rolled his eyes.

“It can cause cancer dipshit, and I’d like my brother to live a long life, thank you.” Y/n argued back but they both knew it was because she cared about him.

“If it makes you feel better I’m buying weed. That’s better than cigarettes right?” Billy joked trying to lighten her concern for his well being.

“Not by much.” Y/n mumbled as they pulled up to lovers lake where Eddie Munson and Billy must have discussed meeting up beforehand with this location.

“Hargrove.” Eddie greeted as he saw the resident bad boy pull up in his signature camaro.

“Munson.” Billy greeted back walking around the front of his car. Billy pointed back at Y/n. “This is my sister Y/n.”

“We know each other.” Eddie nodded, sending a friendly smile towards the Cali girl.

Y/n nodded with a smile. “We have a couple classes together. Hi Eddie.”

“Y/n.” Eddie locked eyes with her for a few seconds. Billy noticed.

After that Billy always brought Y/n with him. Out of his own personal interest. He wanted to know more about the supposed friendship his sister has with his weed dealer.

“Where’s your brother?” Eddie questioned as he saw Y/n approach the picnic bend in the woods behind the school.

“Late from basketball practice.” Y/n looked up at him sheepishly.

“How late?” Eddie asked, half curious and half annoyed.

“Who knows.” Y/n shrugged, she didn’t know how long her brother would be.

“Well fair maiden, what do you say we enjoy our time together?” Eddie smiled at her mischievously.

“What did you have in mind?” Y/n perked up intrigued by the look in Eddie’s eyes.

Eddie and Y/n ended up having a great time together. They talked about music, bands, and they even joked around. The two teen’s lost track of time and why they were even there in the first place.

It took Billy longer than he would’ve liked to get out of school and to the dealing spot. Only to see his sister and Eddie Munson together. Laughing. They seemed very friendly. Billy didn’t know if he liked it or not.

“Hey.” Billy spoke up, approaching the two.

“Billy-” Y/n went to start but Billy cut her off getting straight to business. He was tired and wanted to sleep but he also didn’t know how he felt about his sister and Munson being so close. The faster they left the better.

“You got the stuff?” Billy asked, looking directly at Eddie.

“Y-yeah.” Eddie tumbled over his words being caught off guard by Billy's dismissive behavior.

“Here.” Billy handed him the cash and Eddie handed over the product. “Thanks. Let’s go. Now.” Billy grabbed his sister by the wrist and they headed back towards the parking lot to leave.

“Bye Eddie.” Y/n said quickly and confused but she had an inkling of what this was about.

Eddie sent her a wave just as confused as Y/n.

Once Billy and Y/n made it back to Billy’s car Y/n knew Billy wanted to ask her something.

“Go ahead.” Y/n waited for what she knew was the inevitable.

“What’s your relationship to Munson?” Billy asks with narrowed eyes switching from eyeing her to the road.

“He’s a friend.” Y/n shrugged her shoulders looking out the window.

“He seemed like more than a friend.” He scoffed.

“He’s not.” Y/n looked down at her lap, biting her cheek.

Billy noticed her sudden sadness and cursed in his head.

“Do you want him to be. . .more?” Billy glanced at her with no judgment, hoping it would show her she could tell him anything and he wouldn’t judge her.

“It doesn’t matter.” She shook her head.

“It does.” He argued disagreeing with her. He hated how what they’ve lived through made her feel like she didn’t deserve happiness or love. As much as Billy would always be her protective older brother he did want her to be happy.

“He doesn’t like me back. So no it doesn’t matter.” Y/n told her brother. Y/n didn’t believe Eddie would ever like her in that way so why think about it.

Billy huffed out a breath shaking his head in refusal. Refusal to let his sister feel worthless and unlovable. He knew it wasn’t just that she believed Eddie didn’t like her back, it was more. And he was going to fix it.

^ ^ ^

Within the next week Billy noticed Y/n and Eddie talking more often and seemingly getting closer. He also noticed Eddie stealing love struck glances at Y/n during lunch. That was all the proof he needed, seeing the look in Eddie’s eyes. So with that Billy decided he was gonna set the two of them up. He didn’t normally like any guy even near his sister, harmless and he could tell Eddie made her happy. He got her mind off their shitty home life.

So later one day in gym class Billy made a point of talking to Munson when they had a break.

“So, Y/n.” Billy started, drawing out his sister’s name.

“Your sister? Wh-what about her?” Eddie was nervous as to why he was coming up to him and wanted to talk about his sister.

“I’ve seen you staring at her during lunch.” Billy smirked knowingly as he tilted his head.

“I-I, w-was-”

“Relax Munson. I’m not gonna beat you for it.” Billy let out an amused laugh at the anxiety rolling off Eddie.

“You're not?” Eddie raised a brow in shock and concern.

“Depends.” Billy turned his attention off Munson and back facing forward.

“On what?” Eddie asked, confused.

“On why.” Billy stated.

“W-why?” Eddie stuttered.

“Yes Munson. Why were you staring at her? Do you like her? Do you have a crush on her?” Billy asked question after question. Billy wanted to know if Eddie liked his sister.

“If I say I do, are you going to kill me?” Eddie gulped trying not to show how scared he was.

Billy shook his head. “No. Not unless you hurt her. I will tell you to make a move.”

“Wait. . . She likes me back?” Eddie turned to him in shock.

Before Eddie could get an answer the coach blew his whistle, Billy just smirked at Eddie as they got back to doing PE/Gym. Although now Eddie’s mind is completely distracted. Billy felt very accomplished at seeing this.

^ ^ ^

It had been over a week and Billy was getting frustrated with Eddie’s lack of balls. Munson had yet to make a move to ask Y/n out and Billy was getting impatient. So now he was working on a plan of his own to get them alone together to hopefully move things along. And to be honest the plan came to Billy a little to easily.

“You ready to go? Where’s Max?” Y/n asked, grabbing her jacket.

“She’s hanging out with those dork’s at the arcade. Harrington took her.” Billy filled her in.

“Okay.” She nodded.

“Hey, I need to get some more from Munson later. You coming?” Billy asked her, Billy and Y/n had plan’s to hang out today but Billy had a plan of his own for later.

“Yeah. I’ll come. Where you meeting him?” Y/n didn’t need to think about it. She'd go with her brother and seeing Eddie was a plus.

“His trailer.” Billy told her smirking on the inside that so far his plan was working and going as planned.

Later that day Billy pulled up to Eddie’s trailer. Y/n and Billy both got out of the camaro. Eddie had heard the car before he saw it and was already outside.

“Hargrove. Lady Hargrove.” Eddie bowed his head.

“Munson.” Billy nodded in acknowledgement.

“Eddie.” Y/n smiled at his antics.

“You got the stuff?” Billy asked, hands in his pockets.

“Always.” Eddie answered when he showed Billy. Once Billy saw it he pulled out his wallet.

“Hey uh, you looked good today. Not that you don’t look good everyday.” Eddie spoke up to Y/n smiling and tumbling over his words.

Billy rolled his eyes at Eddie’s rambling, and handed him the money as Eddie handed him over the weed.

“Thanks. You don’t look bad yourself.” She smiled thanking him for the compliment.

As the two were distracted, Billy made his way around his car and got in it, starting the engine. Billy locked the door’s so when Y/n came over he rolled down the window.

“Billy?” Y/n said in a questioning tone confused at his actions.

“Ya know sis I think you and Munson need some time alone. I’ll pick you up later. Have fun you too.” Billy smirked before speeding off.

Eddie walked over to her as they both watched him speed off down the road. “Did he-”

“Just leave me here till he feels like coming back? Yeah, he did.” Y/n nodded absentmindedly answering him.

“He said we needed some time alone. Maybe he’s right?” Eddie had heard Billy’s not so quiet comment.

“You want to spend time with me?” Y/n asked, looking up at him with wide open innocent eye’s.

“Of course I do.” Eddie tells her, to Eddie it was obvious. “He uh. He actually told me to uh make a move.” He admitted to her rubbing the back of his neck.

Y/n shook her head turning to face him embarrassed she didn’t want him to feel forced in any way. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I-If Billy put you up to this or threatened you to ask me out you don’t h-have to. I-”

“Woah, woah, woah, Y/n he didn’t pressure me. . .He asked me if I liked you and told me if I did to make a move.” Eddie reached for her hand, he wasn’t forced to do anything and he wanted her to know that.

“He told you to make a move?” Y/n raised a brow looking up at him, that wasn’t like her over protective brother.

“Yeah I was uh very stunned.” Eddie confirmed just as shocked as her and confused.

“Not like him to encourage anyone to make a move on me.” Y/n let out a confused laugh.

“I thought it was odd!” Eddie exclaimed, getting them both to laugh.

“Sooo, you like me?” Y/n asked, looking up at him, biting her lip.

“I uh - yeah. Yeah, I do. I just didn’t know how to ask you out.” Eddie looked down at their intertwined hands shy now that the subject had changed to him and his feelings.

“And my brother was done waiting. Sounds like Billy.” Y/n laughed, shaking her head. “Ask me.” Y/n bounced on the balls of her feet.

“Huh?” He looked at her confused.

“Ask me out.” She clarified.

“Ar-are you serious?” Eddie looked at her completely shocked and excited.

“Yes.” Y/n nodded smiling up at him just as excited as he was.

“O-Okay. Y/n Hargrove, Mi’Lady.” Eddie stepped back to have enough room to bow as he got back into his normal goofy, playful personality. “Would you like to go out with me?”

“Well good sir I would love to.” Y/n giggled accepting his proposal.

“Really?” Eddie still couldn’t believe this was really happening.

“Yes, Eddie.” Y/n smiled looking up at him.

“Would you be my girl?” Eddie decided to be brave and ask an even bigger question.

“Yes, Eddie. I’d love to be your girl.” Y/n squeezed his hand happily.

“Well I’d take you somewhere but we don’t know when your brother will be back so would listening to music and getting to know each other be an alright first date?” Eddie hoped it would be okay as a first date activity.

“Sounds like a wonderful first date.” Y/n couldn’t think of anything better. She would have to thank her brother.

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Two routes?!?! Okay, I know this won't be the finale, but can they just be one big family??

wildflower chapter ten

Eddie Munson x Henderson! female reader, Steve Harrington x reader

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Summary:

No more answers are had, and some news comes out.

Warnings:

Pregnancy, secret baby, kissing, conflicting feelings, angst

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N:

I’m so excited for the final joint chapter of Wildflower! Please be sure to let me know if you want to be on Eddie’s list, Steve’s, or both! I truly hope this doesn’t suck. Thank you @punkrockmlchael , @lesservillain , and @the-witty-pen-name for your help!! I love all of you!

Being pregnant changed everything.

For one, the guys were so far up your ass now you could hardly breathe. Someone was at your apartment constantly - usually Steve - like you couldn’t take care of yourself anymore. You’d think they’d forgotten you’d already been through this once.

Before you knew it it was time for your ultrasound. Steve insisted on taking you, Asher at your mom’s.

“Do you think they’ll tell us anything?” he asked nervously, fingers tapping at the steering wheel.

“About the father?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t know, maybe.”

He didn’t say anything else. He could tell you were irritated with him, and he didn’t want to push it. He drove you to the office, parking the car close to the door so you didn’t have to walk far.

You walked in without him, and he trailed after you once he got out of the car. You checked in at the front desk and sat down to wait.

“Are you nervous?” he asked quietly.

You didn’t really know the answer to that question. Were you? Maybe a little. You were certainly nervous to know who the father was, but this appointment might not even tell you that. You shrugged in response.

He looked dejected. You felt bad - you knew he was just excited at the potential of being a father. “I don’t know, Steve. I’m a little nervous. I just want to know.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I…I understand.”

The nurse called you back, and Steve followed. “Are you dad?” she asked with a smile.

“Maybe,” you answered, which made Steve blush and the nurse stop talking real fast.

The appointment went on as usual, checking your vitals and weight, then the ultrasound machine came in. You were nervous - would this tell you anything? Were you ready to find out if the baby was Steve’s or Eddie’s?

The nurse squirted the gel on your stomach and began moving it across your abdomen, the picture appearing on the screen. You saw that little blob appear - and it was like all your worries went out the window. That was your baby. You pictured Asher with the tiny bundle in his arms, playing with a little brother or sister.

Steve looked at the screen with awe. He had seen Asher’s ultrasounds, but this was different. He was acutely aware that this could be his child - the thought was so exciting. He wanted that more than anything.

“Is there a way to tell, uh…when the baby was conceived?” you asked, feeling awkward.

The nurse looked at you with something like pity. “Not for sure. It’s not exact.”

That was pretty much what you’d been expecting to hear, but it was still disappointing. You could tell Steve was disappointed, too.

You left the appointment with a strip of ultrasound photos, a prescription for prenatal vitamins, and a card with your next appointment. There was an awkward silence as the two of you sat in the car.

“…Are you okay?” you finally asked Steve as he started the engine of his BMW, pulling out of the parking lot.

“I’m fine,” he said. “…Are you?”

“I mean…it would have been nice to know.”

“Yeah,” Steve agreed immediately. “It would have.”

Another awkward silence settled over the car. You watched the scenery as you drove past.

Steve thought about having a family with you, a real one. You, him, Asher, and the new baby. He let himself picture the baby with his hazel eyes, your lips and his nose and a head full of brown hair. Signing the birth certificate as the father - the last name Harrington on the document.

He imagined Eddie’s face when the baby turned out to be his. Then maybe he’d finally back off. Not out of Asher’s life, but as out of yours as he possibly could be.

But what if the baby was Eddie’s? He could feel the ache in his chest already at the thought of you having another one of Eddie’s babies, now with Eddie here wanting to be involved and, let’s face it, wanting you back. He couldn’t handle that. He pushed the possibility from his mind.

“You know I’m going to love this baby either way, right?” Steve spoke up, looking at you with his big sad eyes. “Even if it’s not mine. I love Asher like he’s my own, so if this baby is Eddie’s again…I’ll love them just as much.”

You smiled sadly at him. His words did make you feel better. “I know. I know you will.”

Steve dropped you off at home. Asher would be spending the night with your mom and Dustin, and you were relieved to have the time to yourself, to think about things.

Steve watched you walk into your apartment, desperately wanting to go after you, to be with you. To kiss you again. But he gave you your space - it was what you needed.

Halloween rolled around, and it felt like chaos. You got Asher into his ninja turtle costume - Leonardo - with great effort. Your back and feet were killing you after a long day at the diner, and you were grateful you didn’t have to leave the house tonight.

Eddie had asked to take Asher trick or treating, which you gladly said yes to. He’d never gotten to take him and you did not feel up to it. Steve was coming over to watch some horror movies he was bringing from Family Video, and you were attempting to paint your belly like a pumpkin.

It was a lot harder to do by yourself, but you had missed out on this with Asher’s pregnancy and you weren’t going to miss it this time, even though the bump was still small. You painted the cool orange paint over your stomach, and you were attempting the black parts when there was a knock at the door.

You went to the door, wearing your leggings and a sports bra, leaving your belly and the wet paint exposed. Eddie’s eyes widened at the sight, then a grin spread across his lips.

“Whatcha doin’?” he asked.

“Attempting to paint a pumpkin on the belly,” you said, looking down at yourself. “It’s not going great.”

“Need some help?” Eddie offered. “We’ve got a little time before me and Ash meet up with the guys.”

“Really? You want to help?” You raised your eyebrows at him. “You’re sure?”

“Yeah, of course,” he said. “I missed out on this stuff last time.” He walked past you into the apartment, and you closed the door behind him.

“Daddy!” Asher cheered, jumping up from where he’d been watching TV. He ran into Eddie’s arms, and he laughed as he lifted his son in the air.

“Hey, buddy! Look at you!” Asher showed off his swords. “Woah! So cool!”

Asher went back to the TV as you and Eddie headed for the paints spread out on the kitchen table. He picked up the orange paint and repainted the mess you’d made of your belly, the strokes much more even and pumpkin-like.

“You sure this is how you want to spend the first part of your night?” you teased with a raised eyebrow, watching Eddie work with his tongue poking out between his lips.

“Of course,” he said again. “Like I said, I didn’t get to do any of this with Ash. And this one might be mine, too, so…” he winked up at you, and you rolled your eyes.

He moved onto the black paint next, painting a face on the pumpkin. When he was done, it looked perfect.

“I didn’t know you could paint,” you said, looking down at the art on your body. He’d done an amazing job.

“Just something I picked up in my free time on the road,” he smiled gently, eyes still on the bump, like he was lost in thought.

“What’s up?” you asked him, head tilted to the side. “Something’s on your mind.”

He shook his head. “I just…I’m just thinking about stuff.”

“Like the new baby?”

“Yeah,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “I just…I hope it’s mine, you know? It would be a second chance. To do things right.”

You looked at him sadly, reaching forward to take his hand. “I know, Eddie.”

He looked over at Asher with a wistful smile. “He’s a cool kid.”

“He’s the most important thing to me. He made me a mom,” you said, smiling at Asher playing with his toys.

“Well, actually I made you a mom,” Eddie said, a goofy grin on his face.

You laughed - “I guess that’s true.”

Eddie smiled at you, then, as if he were snapping out of his reverie, looked down at his watch. “Shit. We need to get going.”

You turned - “Ash, you ready?”

You didn’t have to tell him twice, as he came galloping to meet you both. He had his plastic pumpkin in his hands, pretend swords strapped to his back.

Eddie picked him up and sat him on his hip. It made you smile how natural he looked with his son. “We’ll be back by 9:30. Tell mom bye!”

“Bye bye!” Asher said, excitedly bouncing in Eddie’s arms. You walked them both to the door and watched them leave, shutting it softly behind him. The room felt immediately lonely in Asher’s absence.

You didn’t have to wait long before there was another knock at your door and Steve let himself in. He had three movies in his hands, holding them up as he dropped his jacket over the back of one of the kitchen chairs.

“I got us A Nightmare on Elm Street, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and Evil Dead,” he said. His eyes dropped to your stomach - “Did you do all that yourself?”

You looked down at the artistry on your skin. “I started it, but it wasn’t looking too good. Eddie did it for me when he came to pick up Ash.”

Steve was struck with a pang of jealousy. He had wanted to help you with this. That could be his baby in there. Just because Eddie wasn’t around the first time shouldn’t mean he gets to take over this time. “It looks cute.”

You smiled. “Thanks. I wanted to do something special. The bump isn’t even that big yet, but…”

“I think it’s adorable,” Steve said, giving you a reassuring smile. “Very festive.”

You put together all the snacks you’d prepared for the two of you while Steve picked a movie and put it in the VCR.

“Fuckers didn’t rewind,” he muttered to himself as he hit the rewind button. “Now I get to watch the whole movie backwards first. Awesome.”

You laughed as you placed the various bowls of snacks and candy on the coffee table. You had decided to do something actually fun for Halloween, since Eddie was taking Asher and you didn’t want to mope around the apartment alone.

But you weren’t sure you were going to get that. Steve looked distracted, lost in thought. When you’d question him about it he brushed you off, insisting he was fine.

He started to warm up about halfway through the first movie. He scooted closer to you, both sharing a blanket in the cool living room. Your bowl of popcorn rested on the baby bump like your own personal table.

“You really like these movies?” Steve asked, wincing as Leatherface killed his next victim.

“Of course,” you said, popping a piece of popcorn into your mouth. “If I want to relax after a long day…”

“You find this relaxing??”

You laughed at him - “You get used to it.”

At some point, you dozed off leaning against Steve’s shoulder. The knocking at the door startled you both.

“Do you want me to get it?” Steve asked.

“No, I’m sure it’s just Eddie and Asher. You can go turn his white noise on?”

“Sure,” Steve said, leaving the room just as you opened the front door.

Eddie smiled at you with Asher asleep on his shoulder. He looked so cute, so peaceful.

“How’d he do?” you whispered as the two of you transferred Asher into your arms. He barely stirred, continuing to sleep on your shoulder now.

“He was great. We had a lot of fun.” Eddie leaned forward and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Asher’s head. “Thanks for letting me take him.”

“Of course,” you said. “Look, I’ll talk to you tomorrow?”

“Oh yeah, sure. I know you had plans.” Eddie’s eyes scanned behind you, like he was looking for Steve and signs of what you’d been doing. “He’s here?”

“Steve?” you furrowed your eyebrows. “Yeah. He’s getting Asher’s room ready. What’s wrong?”

He shook his head, like he was clearing it. “Nothing. I’ll see you later - goodnight, buddy,” he whispered the last part, even though the boy wasn’t awake to hear it.

You closed the door as you took Asher to bed. He stayed mostly asleep as you changed him out of his costume and into some pajamas, and Steve tucked him in when you laid him in bed. He was so peaceful. Worn out.

Steve followed you back into the living room. You rubbed your tired eyes. “I don’t know if I can do another movie,” you admitted.

“That’s okay,” Steve said. “Do you want me to go? Or I can stay?”

“You can stay the night if you want,” you offered. “But I’m probably gonna go to bed now. Sorry, I’m not as much fun these days.”

Steve smiled gently. “Hey, I get it. I’ll head home.” He stepped forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll see you.”

You had barely seen Steve go when you went into your own room. You cleaned the pain and makeup off your skin, the most effort you had as you passed out in bed right after.

You dreamed of both Steve and Eddie - your heart had never been good at choosing.

You hated going to the grocery store. Especially now with a toddler on top of being pregnant and exhausted. But you had to do what you had to do.

You pushed Asher in the cart through the store, gathering the things you needed. He reached for the candy when you got to the checkout counter. “Candy!”

“Okay, one candy,” you conceded with little fight, moving to the rack to pick out a chocolate bar for the toddler. But just as you began to reach for it, a magazine on the rack caught your attention, making your stomach sink.

Corroded Coffin Frontman Eddie Munson’s Secret Baby?

Below the headline were photos of Eddie with Asher on halloween. Holding hands as they went from house to house, Eddie holding Asher with the baby’s arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Eddie laughing with the guys as he held his son.

This could not be happening.

How had paparazzi made it to Hawkins? It’s not like people local to Hawkins didn’t already know Eddie was Asher’s father. But someone absolutely could have snapped the pics to make some money.

You felt sick as you paid for your groceries, grabbing one of the magazines. You hurried from the store, getting Asher into his seat and heading back home. You plucked the phone from the receiver as soon as you got Asher settled.

It rang a few times before a sleepy “Hello?” came from the other end.

“Have you seen what’s in the tabloids?”

Eddie groaned. “What this time?”

You picked up the magazine. “Corroded Coffin Frontman Eddie Munson was spotted Halloween night with a child sources say is his son-“

“Shit,” Eddie hissed. You could hear as he sat up in bed, practically see the blankets pooling at his shirtless waist, lithe tattooed body with his disheveled hair hanging down his shoulders-

“Fuck,” Eddie said. “I have like 50 voicemails from the label. Can I, uh, call you back?”

Before you could say anything the line went dead. You cursed as you slammed the phone back down onto the receiver.

You had wanted to keep Asher away from this. You didn’t want his face plastered all over the whole country, the whole world. With everything, it had been so easy to forget who Eddie was now - famous. Really famous.

You knew you had no right to be mad at Eddie, but you were anyway. You were furious, and you had to take it out on someone. You looked at Asher, playing with his toys on the living room floor - and realized his life was about to change.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Eddie muttered as he paced his room, the ringing phone held to his ear. When his agent answered, there was no relief.

“Eddie, what the fuck?” he said in lieu of a greeting, his voice angry. Eddie had a headache already.

“Look, I can explain-“

“Is that kid yours?”

“Just let me-“

“Is. That. Kid. Yours?”

Eddie ran his hand over his face. “Yes, but I swear-“

His agent let out a laugh that sounded more fed up than joyful. “Just typical, Munson. Do you know how much of a disaster this is for us right now? The phone has been ringing off the hook for you all day. Why have you never mentioned this?”

His head was pounding. “I haven’t known myself for very long.”

A sigh. “Well, congratulations, I guess.”

“There might also be another one?” he added on, wincing as he said it.

“Another…what?” Another disbelieving huff. “Eddie, what the fuck are you getting into over there?”

“Long story,” he mumbled.

“But this one is yours? In the media?”

“Yes.”

“We’re going to need to make a statement,” he said. “We’re going to have to spin this and say you’ve been trying to keep him out of the spotlight.”

“That’s the truth.”

“Yeah, well, we’ll leave out the part where you’re just now finding out the kid exists at all.” He scoffs. “I can’t believe you, Munson. You’ve been more trouble than anyone I’ve ever worked with. Better be glad you sell records.”

The call ended abruptly, Eddie letting the phone dangle from his fingers as he buried his face in his hands and thought. This was bad, but it wasn’t the worst thing to happen. The fans were bound to find out about Asher eventually, with the way cameras followed their every move. This was okay. He could handle this.

It wasn’t the end of the world.

The end of the world came the next day.

Eddie woke up again to his phone ringing off the hook, a million missed calls from the label and from you. This time he jumped up in a panic, preparing to snatch the phone when there was a loud banging at his door.

Panic struck him. What if someone had happened? He threw the front door open to see you, looking absolutely furious. “Eddie.”

“What…?” he asked, utterly terrified of what your best words would be.

You didn’t say any. You slapped a magazine against his chest instead, pushing roughly past his shoulder and into the house, phone still ringing. Eddie reluctantly looked down at the magazine in his hand - and felt like he would be sick on the spot.

“So, another baby?” You said from behind him, hands on your hips. “You sure do get around, huh?”

Eddie couldn’t believe what he was seeing. A woman he didn’t particularly recognize, holding a small brown haired baby. The words below her picture - “Another woman steps forward with a baby claimed to belong to Corroded Coffin’s Eddie Munson.”

His hands shook as he numbly walked back into the house, collapsing onto the couch. You were about to say something, but the phone began ringing for the millionth time. He picked it up this time. “Hello?”

“Another one?”

Eddie could hear his heart beating through his ears. “I don’t know anything about-“

“Did you sleep with this girl? Linda?”

Eddie gaped down at the magazine, examining the girl’s picture. “I…I don’t know.”

You snorted.

“You don’t know. He doesn’t know.” His manager laughed humorlessly over the line. “God damnit, Munson.”

Eddie was trembling. He really couldn’t remember if he’d ever seen this woman in his life. It was possible. He’d woken up plenty of times on the road unable to remember who, if anyone, he brought to bed.

The way he’d drown his emotions in alcohol, until every girl throwing themselves at him looked like you. Your name tattooed on his body as he slept with these other women, poor substitutions for the real thing. The thing he’d given up, and now probably ruined for good.

“The girl wants money,” his manager continued. “So the next step is a DNA test. You better pray, boy, this isn’t looking good for you.”

The phone call ended abruptly. Eddie lowered the phone from his ear, not looking to forward to facing you, either.

“Did you sleep with her?” you asked him, and the hurt in your eyes broke him more than anything.

“I don’t know,” he said again, feeling like the biggest dumbass in the world. All these things he’d done, these stupid mistakes he’d made, ruining the one thing he’d wanted more than anything. Even if he hadn’t always seen that.

You shook your head. “Eddie, if that woman’s baby turns out to be yours, that’s it. I don’t want anything with you, I don’t want to be your friend. I’ll finish this bullshit in court and co-parent with you as much as I have to. But I’m done with you.”

Eddie’s heart kept breaking into smaller and smaller pieces. Even if he had slept with this woman, he didn’t care about her. He wanted you. He would do anything to have you.

He was about to say something else when you left the trailer with the door slamming behind you. He was left alone with nothing but his thoughts, his heart having followed you out the door.

You hadn’t even realized you’d started crying until you were knocking on Steve’s apartment door, tears streaming down your face that you wipe away as you wait for him to open the door.

When he did, his expression immediately changed from confused to concerned. “What are you doing here?” he asked, pulling you inside. “Are you okay? Is Ash okay?” His eyes darted down to your stomach. “The baby?”

“We’re okay,” you sniffled. “Have you seen the tabloids today?”

“No?” His eyes widened. “What do they say?”

“Some other girl has come out and said she had Eddie’s baby. And he can’t even remember if he slept with her or not.” You scoffed as the tears began to fall again.

“Jesus,” Steve said. He pulled you into a hug. “Are you okay? How do you feel?”

You shrugged, crying as your head lay on his chest. “I don’t know. I figured he probably slept with other girls on the road, but I didn’t want to know. I don’t want him to have a baby with some random girl.”

Steve wished you didn’t care what Eddie got up to, but he knew you did. He knew a part of you still loved Eddie, and there was nothing he could do about that.

When you looked up at him, it was with red puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. He still thought you were so beautiful like this. So beautiful, that as you stared into each other’s eyes, feeling your hearts beating against one another’s chest, all he could think about was kissing you again. So much so that he leaned in, so so slowly, until he was pressing his lips against yours.

He was surprised when you kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. His arms slid around your waist as you kissed deeply, picking up in intensity quickly. When you pulled back slightly he instinctively chased after your lips, pressing two quick pecks to them as you pulled away.

“I love you,” Steve said, and then he opened his eyes and he saw the look on your face - the horror, guilt, and panic.

“I should go,” you said, pulling away and out of his reach, even as his hand reached out towards you.

“Please don’t,” Steve said. “Please just talk to me.”

“I can’t. I’m sorry, Steve,” you said, and he watched you leave, heart breaking as the door shut behind you.

You were nearly hyperventilating as you reached your car. Your thoughts were spinning so fast you couldn’t keep up, you thought you were going to be sick. It was like a ride you really did not want to be on. You hated how much you liked the kiss with Steve. You hated how much you still loved Eddie. Why were you always fucked?

Chapter 11 Eddie’s Route - coming soon

Chapter 11 Steve’s Route - coming soon

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Nobody but him could've played that role.

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I shouldn't even request because I'm too much of a creature of habit, but I'll never stop wanting both Geta and Caracalla to get some love (they're touchstarved and desperately need affection)!!!!

A/N: In my writer's block, I tried to write something different. So here's a little Caracalla? I'm not sure how to write him yet, but I just needed to write SOMETHING or I'd lose my mind. I will return to Geta as soon as I can. Hope you get something out of this! Hopefully I will be back to writing your regularly scheduled programming soon.

Copper hair. Seafoam eyes. A wide grin.

An apology tumbled from your lips. You knew you should not be here. But with the hour so late, surely he should have been asleep. Not in the gardens. No, at night, this was your haven.

And yet.

“Please, don’t mind me,” he spoke, his words both hurried and unhurried at the same time. Like he was scrambling to form thoughts as quickly as he could, as coherently as he could, before he lost them. But he wasn’t used to living his life at anything other than a snail’s pace.

“The hour is late, Emperor,” you noted, asking the question without asking.

There was a flash of something in his eyes. His grin slid wider.

“Dondus,” he answered. As if that explained everything.

“Emperor?”

He looked up, much higher above, and your eyes followed, a screech announcing the reason for the surprise visitor to the gardens.

“Dondus,” he repeated, clarifying.

“Oh.”

The monkey flitted about, hopping from branch to branch gracefully, at home in the treetops.

“Sometimes this is what it takes to get Dondus to sleep,” Caracalla explained, taking a few steps forward. “Too cooped up, I guess.”

“I can understand that.”

You could. It sounded uncomfortably familiar.

“You are also up late…” he said, also asking without asking.

Heat filled your face. Head bowed slightly, your hands squeezed each other before you. “I–It’s too warm in our quarters, Emperor. For me, anyway. I cannot sleep.”

Who am I to burden an Emperor with these small problems?

“Too warm? Do you not have a window?”

Embarrassed, as if you had built the palace yourself, you shook your head ‘no.’

His brows furrowed. Confusion. Indignance.

“It is an interior room,” you added, as if to ease his reaction.

He said nothing more about it, but he was visibly occupied with the information.

Standing there awkwardly, you allowed yourself to look upon him. He wasn’t an intimidating figure, not like his brother, and it added to his unusual charm. He appeared much younger than his brother, despite them being the exact same age. Down to minutes. Minutes that made all the difference, it seemed.

He was cute, in his own way. Like Cupid, youthful and meddlesome. The story of Cupid and Psyche came to mind, but you pushed it away just as quickly. He was an Emperor. Not someone to have daydreams about.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, interrupting your thoughts.

Embarrassment filled you. You scrambled to piece words together in a way that wouldn’t offend or betray your true line of thinking.

“You are not what I expected.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Yes, my brother does his absolute best to portray me as some monster,” he frowned.

Panic, concern. “That is not what I meant, Emperor. I only mean… you are… charming.”

A large smile spread across his face. A glint in his eye. Pink dusting the tops of his cheeks and ears.

He was blushing.

“What is your name?”

His question did not frighten you as it could have. He sounded genuinely curious.

You provided him with your name quietly, cautiously, as if it was some secret. Even as he repeated it, it felt forbidden.

“I imagined you as more of a ‘Luna’ myself,” he admitted.

Whatever gave him that notion, you couldn’t pretend to know. But it seemed so very Caracalla.

Glancing up overhead, you could see the moon looming large, bright and full, in the sky.

“Uh, I am sure you may call me whatever you like, Emperor.”

“Good,” he beamed, approaching you. “What do you do here?”

It felt wrong to be looking upon him, to be holding a conversation like this with an Emperor. But the flicker of excitement that bloomed with each passing second couldn’t be denied.

“I work in the kitchens.”

He brightened at that. “So I have you to thank for our delicious meals?”

You quickly dispelled that notion. “No, no, I am no great cook, Emperor–”

“Caracalla,” he corrected.

“I–what?”

“We are friends by now, surely,�� he chuckled. “The ‘Emperor’ stuff is so boring.”

This felt so significant. And yet, it seemed like no big deal to him. As if he were just exercising a preference and not doing away with a layer of formality.

“I, uh, I prepare some ingredients, Caracalla. In the kitchen.”

“A noble task. Someone must. I’m glad it is you.”

Heat fills your face at his warm praise. To feel such a thing is dangerous. Because you will never want it to stop.

Caracalla laughed as Dondus leapt out of the tree and sought purchase on his shoulder, tiny hands grabbing the cloth there tightly.

“That is our cue, I believe, mea luna. It was nice meeting you.”

“It was also nice meeting you, Caracalla.”

And it was. He was quite different from how you expected, with how his brother fretted over him. Perhaps a little unusual, but you didn’t mind that at all.

“Mea luna,” he smiled, “I’ll keep your secret.”

“My secret, Emperor?”

A wink before he turned, walking out of the gardens.

“Wait, Emperor!” you called out. “What secret?”

You got no answer.

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@getaapologist Can I keep him please?

I need to kiss him and cuddle him and cradle him and spoon him so bad it’s not even funny

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Holy Shit 😳

Everything that I Wanted (5)

Eddie Munson x F!Reader / Billy Hargrove x F!Reader

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Synopsis: Love triangle between your best friend Eddie and your first boyfriend, Billy Hargrove that spans over many years as you get everything you think you ever wanted. However, your life doesn’t play out how you expected it, starting from the first time you’re asked out on a date.

Warnings: 18+ SMUT (piv sex, m masturbation); angst, language, substance use; depictions of a toxic relationship; therapy

A/N: Comments & Reblogs are always appreciated! Please let me know what you think! Thank you so much @munsonsmixtapes @punkrockmlchael @keeryhours for reading this for me & letting me yap to you.

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Life was changing and it was all happening quickly before Eddie had his I made it moment. The record deal had meant for a really sudden move, whisking Corroded Coffin to the heart of New York. He’d always imagined living anywhere but Hawkins. Never in a million years did he think he’d actually get out. Yet, here he was carrying boxes of his vinyls and clothes into his penthouse apartment. A place he got to share with you- give to you. Listening to you talk excitedly about the plans you had to make this space feel like yours and his? That was the moment he knew.

Eddie insisted on breaking in the new place. And you happily obliged. Eddie ate you out, laying your body down on your kitchen island until your legs were shaky. He bent you over the new couch before it was even fully assembled. He had you on your knees in the shower, his hands tangled in your hair as you swallowed everything he gave you. With swollen lips and messy hair, the two of you ate pizza straight from the box sitting crossed legged on the floor and talked about nothing.

Before either of you realized how fast time was flying by, you found yourself in the front row of Corroded Coffin’s first sold out show. Their first album was a record breaking success- just like you always knew it would be. Eddie’s schedule was getting so busy, between meetings with management teams, interviews, photo shoots… He was always so exhausted when he came home. However, it was everything he ever worked towards- these were the commitments he willingly took on. He wouldn’t trade it for the world.

You’re pressed up against the barricade, the crowd around you roaring with excitement- the energy unlike anything you’d ever experienced. It was exhilarating, seeing thousands of people finally seeing Eddie and your friends exactly like how you’ve seen them. It was incredible to see them getting everything, all of the love, you’ve always known that they’ve deserved. When they finally took the stage, the crowd was so loud- it was a sensation Eddie could see himself becoming addicted to. Your eyes never left him, he was so completely captivating- his confidence, his voice, his fucking hands when he played his guitar.

“I just want to thank everyone for coming out tonight,” he says into the mic, as they near the end of their set. “Just, fuck- we’re from a small ass town in Indiana and never in my fucking life did I ever think we’d play a crowd this big.” The crowd erupts into loud cheers and you feel that you’ve lost your voice from singing and yelling along the entire show. Your hands are sore from how hard you’d been clapping. “Um, yeah,” Eddie says, clearly speaking off the cuff, “But there’s one person here tonight- and we just wanted to take a second to thank her.”

Eddie scans the front row, trying to find you again despite the harsh stage lights. His eyes light up when he sees you, and he winks. He chuckles to himself, before finding the mic again. “My girlfriend- the gorgeous girl over there in the front row? She has been our number one fan since day one- supported us no matter what. Whether it was listening to us rehearse in Gareth’s garage when we sounded like shit, or helping us lug equipment in and out of shitty bars during awful time slots- I just, we wouldn’t be here performing for you and doing what we love without her.”

“All the lyrics you sang along to tonight… they’re about her. Every love song, everything I’ve written- it all comes back to her. She’s my muse- always has been. Long before she even knew how I felt- God, she’s just my everything.”

He picks the mic off of the stand, walking with his hand in the back pocket of his black jeans. He’s making his way over towards you, and for a moment- it feels like it’s suddenly just the two of you. The crowd is screaming, and cheering but you can’t hear them- it’s like it’s all fading into the background. “I love you, sweetheart,” Eddie says sincerely, a shy smile gracing his pretty face. He can’t hear you because it’s too loud, but he can see your lips move as you return the sentiment.

He leans over, bowing his torso down so he can have his face closer to yours. He holds the microphone up, so everyone can hear what he is about to say, but all he’s looking at is you. He says your name, and it makes your heart skip. Is he?

“Will you marry me?”

You feel tears well in the corner of your eyes, you’re so overwhelmed with emotion that you’re momentarily stunned. You can’t help yourself as you stare at him and smile like an idiot. You manage to nod your head, and you manage a coarse “yes.” His eyes brighten, leaning forward to press his lips to yours, careful to not fall off of the stage. The screams from the crowd are deafening, as Jeff and Grant encourage them to yell louder as Gareth bangs on his drums celebratorily.

Time feels much slower when you’re living alone, working to make your rent by picking up overtime at every opportunity. That was Billy’s new life that he felt like he was adjusting to well enough. As long as he’s keeping himself busy, he can do his best to fend off the loneliness. It surprises him how much the isolation he craved is slowly eating at him. No one here knows him. He makes small talk with the other mechanics, and he’ll go with the guys from work to the bar some nights- it’s just all so superficial.

Most nights he’s just home, staying up late watching tv because he doesn’t want to be alone with his thoughts. Falling asleep on his couch night after night is messing up his neck but he can’t bring himself to go to bed. He doesn’t want to lay in bed in the quiet. He’ll take the stiff neck and sore arm any day over the nightmares he can’t seem to shake.

He’s dozing off when he hears something that makes his ears perk up. It’s some award show, he’s not really sure which one- something music related. He sits up, rubbing his sore eyes as he forces himself to stare at the glow of the tv. Standing together on the red carpet, he doesn’t believe his eyes- you and Eddie. He’s convinced he’s dreaming, his exhausted mind playing tricks on him.

You look so different, but he knows he’d recognize you anywhere. These past couple of years have been good to you- you’re absolutely stunning. He can’t believe that you’re the same girl he once knew- or thought he knew. Suddenly, he feels like he’s back on the pavement where Eddie knocked him down. The sting suddenly feels fresh again.

The dress you're wearing is showing off your body, and he smiles to himself for just a second as he witnesses the confidence you’ve gained. It’s almost compulsive, the way his mind shifts, not letting him dwell on anything that he’s feeling. He can’t interpret how he feels, he can’t let himself acknowledge anything. He instead focuses his eyes on you again, raking over your body, and remembering how it felt.

God the things he’d wanted and never got with you. He’s too tired and lonely to think about what he’s doing when he pushes his boxers down. He spits in his hand, and pumps his cock- watching you in that fucking dress. He doesn’t even give a fuck that Eddie is there, that he’s the one who actually gets you and touches you like how he wants. He’s so focused on you and desperate for a little release. He’s picturing how he’d peel off that dress, mess up your styled hair, and make your makeup run.

He can practically feel you, perched on his lap. He can imagine the silk of your dress on his fingertips as he holds the soft flesh of your hips. He can hear your sounds, the way you respond to his touch. He can feel the way your chest pressed against his, your hands tangled in his hair. He bites his lip, continuing to pretend his hand is you, as he focusing his eyes back to the tv.

That’s when he notices the ring on your finger. He shouldn’t let himself go there- but for the briefest of moments the thoughts slip past. What if it was him? What if instead, you were marrying him? For the shortest of moments he leans into that fantasy and before he can even anticipate it, he’s panting and finishing on his stomach and on his hand. He feels immediate regret when the loneliness creeps back in. He shouldn’t have fucking done that.

He needs something- he knows he needs help. See someone about his problems or whatever. He begins going to therapy, every Tuesday morning- begrudgingly, even though he wants to be there. He sits on the uncomfortable couch awkwardly, faced with questions about his childhood and his issues that he hates being confronted with. Sometimes, he says practically nothing in his sessions and sometimes the 50 minutes is up before he even realizes it. This most recent session left him feeling furious.

He’s angry. He’s angry with his dad, he’s angry at Eddie, he’s angry at you- just upset about the world and his life. He’s pissed at the hand he was dealt, how much it fucked him up. He can’t let himself feel anything. His therapist suggested that he uses sex as a mechanism. A means to avoid his own thoughts- an escape to prevent him from feeling anything for too long. It hit a sore spot with Billy, because deep down, he knew it was right, but he didn’t want to admit to it.

So he slips right back into the routine, after work he meets up with some guys at the bar. He drinks until he can barely function, and finds the first girl who is willing to sleep with him. He doesn’t even learn her name before he’s guiding her head down to suck his dick. He just needs to feel something- anything other than the thoughts he’s running from. She’s good- really good. He can close his eyes, lean his head back against the locked door and think about nothing.

He continues the cycle. He continues to go to therapy, even though he’s not sure why. He ignores any advice his therapist offers. Any attempt to break down his walls, just leaves him feeling even more defensive and angry. He’s smoking more- at least a pack a day, drinking more, and the hook-ups are becoming a regular part of his routine. Most nights, he’s bringing someone home- to kick them out almost immediately after. He can’t sleep in a bed with someone else, not when all he can see or think about is you when the night finally stills.

All of it worked for a while, the distractions keeping the thoughts at bay. But it was as though he was building up a tolerance to it all. And they couldn’t numb him as well as they used to. Before he knew it, he was seeing you everywhere- and the guilt of how he treated you was eating him alive.

Suddenly, the girls in his bed all look like you- he can’t shake the image of you from his mind. He was never that vocal in bed, but now he needs to stop himself from moaning your name. Then, it begins to show up at his job. At the shop, he was speaking to a woman on the phone about her car and she sounded like you. Then, he sees you at the bar in every girl even though you aren’t there. There’s a girl with her back to him, chatting with someone, and he has to stop himself when he realizes yet again, she’s not you.

It started to get really bad when he began seeing you in his dreams. Sometimes it would be innocent enough, you’d be like passing extra in the background and he couldn’t even be totally sure it was you. Other times, it would be debauched- him fucking you roughly into his mattress, watching tears prick in the corner of eyes as you looked up at him with those pretty eyes. Then, the dreams become nightmares. His guilt bubbling up to the surface and he’d be forced to face it head on.

In his dream, the memory of how much he scared you floods back. Your scared, timid demeanor and he doesn’t know what he said or did to make you look like that. The dreams don’t make sense, they just make him feel panicked. He always wants to apologize, speak to you- say anything, but in his dreams, the words always fail. It’s like he’s paralyzed, feeling trapped in one place as the memories swirl and distort around him. Sometimes Eddie’s there- both of you, laughing and belittling him for how pathetic he’s become. The two of you gang up to kick him while he’s down, and he knows that he deserves it so he lets it happen.

“So how long had you been seeing this girl?” His therapist asks, jotting down some notes as Billy just finished recounting everything- finally laying it all out on the table. He couldn’t take it anymore. He tells him everything.

“Uh, the first half of my senior year of high school.” Billy says, wiping his face with his hands, trying his best to remember the timeline of events. “Just a few months, really.”

“That’s not really a long time,” he muses, and Billy fights the urge to roll his eyes. No shit. “Why do you think she had that much of an impact? Is there something you feel guilty about?” Billy shrugs, not knowing how to even begin the explanation. He knows how he feels, he knows he was wrong- but how do you communicate that- that feeling.

He’s so frustrated, everything just piling up inside him, and he can’t fucking put it anywhere. His mind just goes blank whenever he tries to put it into words. He hates sitting with this feeling, and he’s fighting back the urge to storm out. He shakes his leg anxiously, wanting badly to rush outside so he can smoke.

Despite the elaborate proposal, you and Eddie wanted a really simple wedding. Corroded Coffin had been everywhere, and they’d been working such long hours. Eddie was constantly doing press, or working late nights in the studio. You both wanted the day to be as relaxed as possible. Eddie and you decided to go home, a trip to Hawkins to flee the paparazzi and the responsibilities of life. Plus, you hadn’t seen the house Eddie had built for Wayne in person yet.

The backyard was gorgeous, with lots of trees and a garden Wayne had taken on as a project. It was perfect, and you found yourself thinking about how much it felt like home. The hats that lined the walls, the photos on every surface… all of the pieces of life from their trailer finally had space to spread out and breathe in new air. It made your heart ache for Hawkins for the first time in a really long time. It felt so bittersweet being back here, even if only for a little while.

Surrounded by family and your closest friends, you and Eddie shared vows under a tree strung with fairy lights on a really warm summer night. You couldn’t look at anything else, despite the small crowd of family and friends, all you could see was Eddie. Your Eddie, with his unruly curls tamer for once and his soft brown eyes, looking back at you like you're the only girl in the world. How could you have ever thought your life would be anything besides you and him?

You’d always been someone who would think anywhere but here when you thought of your hometown. But tonight, it’s not so bad- wonderful even. It took moving away for you to see how much it was a part of you. Part of you, a part that you kept buried deep down, didn’t want to go back to New York, back to the busy life, the hectic schedules, the paparazzi. But, watching Eddie- smiling ear to ear talking so happily about his band, his music, how proud everyone is of him- you couldn’t take that away from him. You were so happy, you can’t imagine your life being anything else.

“I always knew it was going to be you,” Wayne says, pulling you up close to dance with you. It makes you smile widely, your grin meeting his.

“You knew?” You giggle, wondering how many people saw Eddie’s heart on his sleeve before you ever realized.

“From the very first day,” Wayne says matter of factly, pride in his voice. He glances over to Eddie, happy tears welling in his eyes. “I’m just so happy you too found each other.”

Billy rubs his temples, trying to wrap his head around what his therapist just confronted him with. How the hell is he supposed to know the answer? The impact you had? How the fuck is he supposed to answer that?

“I don’t know, she was nice to me, I guess,” Billy grumbles, “She, like, cared about what I had to say and like- wanted to show me stuff she liked.”

“Have other people in your life done that for you?” He asks, tapping the pencil on the edge of his notepad. Billy hates this format. This guy knows the answer is no, Billy knows that the answer is no. Yet, he has to sit here and act like it’s some revelation. It’s pissing him off more than anything.

“No.”

“Maybe you feel regret or guilt about something you said or did?”

No fucking shit. Billy shrugs.

“Walk me through why you broke up,” he says, his tone neutral.

“Um, she liked some other guy,” Billy scoffs, “they’re getting married now, or are married- I don’t know.”

“Is there any more? Tell me about what she said to you.”

“Um, this guy- he was like one of her friends, and like, I knew he liked her- when we were together, like I knew he wanted her and it really pissed me off. So, like, I didn’t want her hanging out with him. And we fought about that- like a lot. Then, uh, yeah- she broke up with me for him.”

“It hurts when someone you love doesn’t reciprocate your feelings,” the therapist states. Billy’s posture straightens. Panic begins to settle in. Nope, he’s not going there. “It’s normal to feel hurt, or maybe you felt betrayed…”

“No, no- I’m not in love with her,” Billy is quick to say. “It’s not that- this thing was so long ago. Trust me, it’s not that.”

“Well, it sounds like you were in love with her at one time,” the therapist recounts. “It’s sounds like you’re feeling some remorse… if you can, can you recall what happened when she broke up with you?”

Billy winces, he fucking hates reliving it. It’s been plaguing him for weeks, and even bringing it up now is making anxiety fester inside his gut.

“I scared her,” he confesses, finally saying something- finally acknowledging it out loud. “Um, she turned to walk away, and I just- I panicked, I grabbed her arm- I- fuck, I grabbed her arm really hard, it was so fucked up. But, I couldn’t think. Then, Eddie- he punched me.”

“What were you thinking when you grabbed her arm?”

“Just that I didn’t want her to leave, she just- I didn’t want her to walk away and I just panicked. I honestly, don’t really think I was thinking- it was just- I don’t know… fear.”

“What were you afraid of?”

Billy can’t answer that, there’s so much going on in his head right now. He thought therapy was supposed to be helpful but this conversation is just making him feel so much worse. He’s uncomfortable, and he can’t let himself sit here with this pain. He’s not ready yet.

What was he afraid of? Fucking everything! He’s walking around terrified all the fucking time and no one seems to care. His whole life he’s felt like this- how is he supposed to know any different? Of course he was afraid of losing the one person besides his mom to ever once show him a little bit of love…

Fuck, maybe he is still in love with you.

He practically knocks over the coffee table inadvertently when he rushes out mid session but he can’t physically take it anymore. He needs to get out of the room. He ignores his therapist telling him to stay. He’s feeling suffocated. He needs to get out of here. He needs to take his mind off of this before he spirals. He needs anything- something to just made the thoughts just fucking stop.

“Have a nice day,” he hears a sweet voice say as he’s walking out. It makes him pause. Billy knew the receptionist here would flirt with him every time, but he’s ignored it. He couldn’t do that here- he never let himself entertain the thought. He turns to smile at her. She’s pretty, and he thinks she’ll be the perfect distraction for him. He saunters over, leaning an arm on the ledge of the desk.

“I’m Billy,” he smiles, and when the blush rises on her cheeks he knows this will play out exactly like he wants.

“I’m Megan,” she smiles back at Billy. He doesn’t miss how her eyes trail down and back up his body. It makes his chest swell with pride.

Eddie’s hands haven’t left your body most of the evening. His hands slide around your waist, rub your back, or his arm rests protectively around your shoulder.

“God, my wife is so pretty,” Eddie muses, his mouth close to your ear so no one else can hear. His voice is low and gravely- making you shiver. “I love you so much,” he says, kissing your cheek. “Can’t wait to get you alone, sweetheart. I need you so bad.”

Her lips are on his the very second the door of the supply closet latches shut. Locking the door behind them, Billy’s hands work to quickly pull open her blouse. Her hands greedily run up his torso, freely exploring his toned chest. It feels good, but it’s not enough to shake the thoughts of you- not yet. He needs more.

When you’re finally alone, Eddie’s quick to lay you on the bed of your hotel room- kissing all over your neck and chest. “Love you so much, drive me fucking crazy,” he muses, his lips hot on your skin.

“Fuck, Eds,” you whine, tangling your hands in his hair. “Love you too.”

“My wife is so fucking perfect,” he mumbles against your skin, unclasping your bra and his mouth wraps around your nipple, making you moan contently.

Her skirt is bunched at her waist, and her chest is pressed against the wall of the closet. He’s trying to focus on anything except the thoughts of you that keep swarming around in his head. He tries to think about her skin, her hushed moans and whimpers, the way she’s taking his cock… but it’s no use. His thrusts become harder and more sporadic, a desperate attempt to push the thoughts away.

He closes his eyes shut tightly, and he’s drowning out her moans by placing his hands on her mouth. She responds to it well, and he smirks to himself. He’s breathing heavy and he knows he’s close. He just needs to feel the release, the pressure inside him is building up too much and he just needs those few seconds of escape to feel something else- even if briefly.

“I have such a sexy husband,” you tease, pushing Eddie down gently so his back rests against the headboard. You smirk, watching his cheeks flush red. You know you’ll never get sick of that look. You straddle his waist and his hands find your hips. Your chests pushed flushed together, holding each other close.

You sigh softly as you sink down onto his length. You rest your hands on his shoulders as you find your pace- slow and loving, taking your time to feel absolutely every part of him. He groans, his hands grabbing the flesh of your ass and squeezing. Your dress is in a heap on the floor, and his suit pieces on the ground make a trail to where you both are on the bed.

“Mhmm Billy,” she moans, trying to keep her voice down, but she’s struggling. He reaches around and teases her nipple, tugging in a way that makes her eyes roll back.

“Fuck,” he pants, struggling because he feels so close but he can’t fucking finish. He’s never had this problem before. He tilts his head back, biting his lip, trying to focus on the feeling of her- how tight she is. He feels her clench around him as she orgasms.

He needs to get himself there. He can’t figure out why he’s having so much trouble. He quickens his thrusts, sweat drops down his forehead and he tries to let himself relax- he shuts his brain off, hoping to find his release he’s chasing desperately.

“I love you so fucking much baby,” Eddie whines, his lips finding that one spot on your neck that drives you absolutely wild. You gasp at the sensation as he bites down on your skin, sending shivers up your spine.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and you bury your face in the crook of his neck. It feels too good, it’s becoming too much. You whimper as he coaxes you through it, whispering sweet nothings in your ear and rubs your back as you continue to grind against him.

“Eddie… I’m gonna cum,” you moan, your panting breath feels hot in his ear. He holds you close, wrapping his arms around you. He thrusts up into you, hitting your g spot so perfectly that it makes your jaw drop and your eyes roll back. You cry out and clench around him as you cum, it takes all of your energy so your body is like putty in his hands.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he praises. “Fuck,” he groans, his own orgasm following quickly after yours. He rests his head on your shoulder, and he kisses you there.

Shit, he’s thinking about you again. Billy can’t stop himself as he finally lets himself indulge in the thoughts. You’re with him and he imagines what it would be like if she was you. He can hear you, and imagines your voice when he closes his eyes. God, you’re so fucking beautiful. Everything about you, it just fills up all of his senses. Just like that, the familiar feeling stirs inside him. He’s so close, teetering on the edge, and he lets himself continue to fall into his thoughts.

“Fuck… baby, I love you, fuck- fuck-” he gasps, not realizing the words are spilling out of his mouth until he says your name.

His eyes widened, pulling out so quickly and tucking himself back into his pants. He needs to get the fuck out of this closet, he suddenly feels so claustrophobic- he needs to leave. He needs fresh air. He feels like he can’t breathe. He doesn’t even acknowledge Megan as she calls after him, confused at his sudden switch up.

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