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justmeinadaze · 2 years ago

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Take It Out On Me Part 5 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: I give you this for being so patient with me when it comes to all the links <;3.

Warnings: Dom Steddie and sub reader and all that that implies ( I regret nothing!) Degrading, spanking with a belt, overstimulation. Eddie briefly talks about his family and his mom leaving. I think that's it.

Word Count: 3453

The boys left a little while after you called your parents to go get your car and grab some much needed essentials. It felt odd being in someone else’s room by yourself especially Eddie’s so you couldn’t help taking a deeper look around.

You grinned at some photos you found by his bed with him and some of the other kids at school wearing the Hellfire t-shirt you saw on him a couple of times. Another had three of the same boys from Hellfire including Eddie holding instruments in their hands. “Corroded Coffin-1983” was scrawled across the bottom. The next photo made you pause as you really took a look at the people within the frame.

It was a bright sunny day in the background but everyone in the image looked uncomfortable. “Munson Family Gathering- Mom, Dad, Me, and Uncle Wayne- 1975”. Eddie’s mother was stiff as his father wrapped his arm behind her back to bring her closer. The boy himself glared forward with his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned closer to Wayne than his parents. He appeared angry but his eyes seemed so sad; it broke your heart. His uncle seemed much softer than the other Munson’s in the photo, displaying a soft smile with his hand on Eddie’s shoulder.

You haphazardly placed the photos back down as you continued to look around. There were notebooks everywhere, some had notes for school and others had lyrics scribbled through them. Browsing through his cassette tapes, you smiled at his collection. Placing his headphones over your head, you pressed play on his stereo and “Shame on the Night” by Dio blared through. Your smile grew as your fingers reached up to gently run over his guitar that hung on his mirror.

“Fuck me!” You jump when you notice Eddie’s reflection. “You scared me.”

“I can imagine. Naughty girl, going through my stuff.” He places the bags he had in his hands on his bed as he saunters towards you.

“I was listening to your music.”

He gently removed the headphones from around your neck and pulled out their cord allowing the music to play through his room. “You like Dio?”

“Yeah. I’ve never seen them in concert though…or anyone really. I’d like to.”

Eddie nods as he takes your hand and guides you towards the mattress, reaching into the plastic bag, and handing you a Styrofoam plate full of food.

“I guessed. I’m not sure what you like.”

You beam at him when you open the container to find Chinese food from a restaurant you enjoy in town. “Oh, I love this! Thank you. Should, um, should we wait for Steve?”

“You can but I’m starving. Pretty boy takes forever to complete any task.” As you both begin to eat, he notices your eyes fleeting to him every now and then before looking back down at your lap. “Got something on your mind, sweetheart? Maybe something you found while exploring.”

Placing your meal to the side, you rise to your feet, grabbing the picture of his family and placing it in front of him on the bed. His jaw tightens as he looks at the image before glancing at you.

“Yeah…that’s my family.”

“May I ask, where they are?”

“Well, I am right here.”, he chuckles sarcastically. “And this is Wayne’s trailer but he’s at work. He works overnights.”

“So, you’re alone a lot to? Like Steve…” Eddie cracks open the can of beer by his side, chugging half of it before placing it back down on the ground. “Where…where’s your mom?”

“Good question. When you find that out maybe you can let me know, hm?” You could feel the agitation radiating off his frame. A sudden knock on the door startled you but not him. “God damn it, Steve, IT’S OPEN!”

“Geez, why are you fucking grumpy all of the sudden?”, Steve whined as he strode in and climbed into the bed. “Is one of these for me?”

“Uh, no Harrington. I got Y/N and I a meal individually and then just got one more for kicks.”

The man’s eyes scanned over his friend with concern. “Did I miss something?”

Eddie exhaled frustratingly as he picked at his plate.

“I’m sorry…”

“You’re always fucking sorry. If you’re so sorry than stop pushing and stop fucking up.”

“Fucking up?”, you growled. “How did I fuck up?!”

Both their eyes met yours with anger but you were more than prepared. With everything that happened with Carol and Tommy and just being confused about this whole situation between the three of you in general, you were ready to fight.

“Are we still in ‘Vanilla’ or does little girl feel ready to play again?”, Eddie asked with an edge to his tone that had you swallow nervously.

“I’m ready. I haven’t done anything wrong to either of you.”

“You threw a basketball at our heads during your practice.”, Steve chimes in as he starts counting on his fingers. “You insulted me, invited yourself to my house, and then went through my dad’s office.”

“Ah, so nosey isn’t new for you. She just poked around my room while we were gone.”

“Not to mention that you fucking give us attitude all the time and talk back constantly. Makes me miss the meek version of you.”

“Oh, so what do you both want? Just a quiet little mouse who doesn’t challenge you at all?!” You voice raised as you got more irritated.

“We want you to submit and I was under the impression that’s what you wanted to. Submissive girls aren’t fucking brats.” Eddie chugged back the last of his beer before throwing the can across the room.

“Well, that sounds boring.”, you pout as you fold your arms over your chest.

The metalhead cackles as he glances at Steve who smiles at him as he shrugs. “Harrington, would you mind clearing the bed for me?” The man nods, rising to accomplish his friends request while Eddie reaches for something in the corner of his room.

“Ever use these, sweetheart?” When he flashes you a pair of metal handcuffs, you shake your head no. “WORDS!”, he chuckles as you jump. “I’m sorry, sweet girl. I didn’t mean to yell.”

“N-no. I haven’t.”

Eddie sighed turning towards Steve. “I thought you said she was starting to answer properly.”

“She was, at least with me.”

“Maybe it’s because I’m too boring.” This time you sighed, rolling your eyes. Ringed fingers abruptly gripped your cheeks, turning you to look at him. “Roll your eyes like that again and I’m going to spank you with my belt. I don’t care what kind of fucking day you’ve had. Do you understand me?”

“Y-yes, Eddie. I understand.”

He pushes your head back as he releases his hold on you. “Now, have you ever used these?”

“No, Eddie. I’ve never used handcuffs.”

“Hm. That’s shame. Let’s see if these fit around your wrists here. Hold yours out for me.”

You do as he asks, wincing when he tries to click one of them closed. “Ow. It’s too tight.”

Your eyes scan his face as a glimmer of concern flashes through his features as he removes them before tossing them on the floor close to where they had been hanging. His thumbs rub against the imprinted skin and in an equally tender action you lean your head on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Eddie.”

“Baby, out of all the things you should be apologizing for, your body isn’t one of them. I’ll just have to find some bigger, more comfortable ones. Steven! Will you be my handcuffs for the time being?”

“My pleasure.”

“Stand, please.” You rise to your feet and Eddie hastily removes the rest of your clothes till you’re naked before him. His fingers trace along some light bruising on the inside of your thigh; looking up at you quizzically.

“Steve.”, you smile as you point to another set of marks near your waist. “You. You both hold me tightly when you fuck me. Even if I’m not…struggling. It’s okay though… I don’t mind.”

“So fucking fascinating. I swear.”, Steve mused as he climbed onto the mattress behind you.

Eddie gestured with his chin for you to lay down as well and as soon as you complied, the other boy reached for your wrists, holding them both above your head with his hand. The metalhead removed his shirt and placed himself on the bed between your legs.

A tiny moan left your lips as he ran his tongue through your folds, holding you open with his fingers. “Such a beautiful pussy, Y/N.”

As his lips wrapped around your clit, you tried to bring your hands down to play his hair but Steve’s grip on you tightened. “Please…”, you beg. “I…I want to touch him.”

His only response was to shake his head as his eyes intently watched your face. You whined; your head falling back against the pillow as you squirmed under both their holds. Eddie’s tongue flicked rapidly against your nub, his face pressing deeper into you as if he was a man on a mission.

Your back lifted off the bed as you tumbled over the edge. When his head didn’t move, you didn’t think anything of it. Eddie had done this before; licking you continuously until you came again. The panic didn’t set in until after your third orgasm on his tongue as he remained between your legs.

“Oh, he can stay down there for hours…”

“E-E-Eddie…please…”, you stuttered. The man replaced his tongue with two of his fingers as he thrust them inside of your dripping sex.

“Yeah, princess? Please, what?” You couldn’t respond, feeling yourself hurtling quickly towards another climax. “I mean, from what I’m hearing it sounds like you’re enjoying yourself. Which is good! Definitely don’t want to be boring.”

Your eyes met his mischievous ones as your legs shook and you came again.

“Do you want a turn, Harrington? Probably a good idea to switch it up so none of us get to bored.”

Your eyes rolled as you growled in frustration. Eddie was on you so fast that you squeaked in surprise when his fingers wrapped around your throat and he lowered his face till his nose was touching yours.

“What did I say? What did I say would happen if you rolled your eyes like that again?!” He glanced at Steve. “Do you want to punish her?”

“I don’t mind. Can I borrow your belt?” You watch him lean back on his knees above you, unbuckle his belt, and slide it off in one go around his forearm. Eddie grins cheekily down at you as a pleasure filled sigh escaped you at the sight.

In one fluid motion he flipped you onto your belly and grabbed your wrists to hold them once again above your head. Silence filled the room as you waited. They had been rough with you and spanked you in the past but this was new. Nerves filled your stomach as you anticipated the pain that may follow.

When the first smack of leather hit your skin, you cried out; the abrupt sting taking your breath away. Eddie’s giggle hit your ears.

“You doing okay, Steve? You look like you’re about to cum in your pants. Well, my pants.”

“F-fuck, Munson. Her body is like my fucking kryptonite.” They watch you as the belt comes down on your ass again. “Just so fucking gorgeous.”

“Yeah…to bad her mouth and attitude are trash.” His head turns at the sound of your tiny sniffles. “Aw, am I hurting your feelings?”, Eddie asked mockingly.

“I-I-I’m not trash.”

“Did I say that?” You flinched as Steve hit you again. “No. I said your attitude and mouth are garbage. Talking back, rolling your eyes, going through our things. Why? Why are you acting like that?”

“I want…to…know more.”

*SMACK*

“I d-d-don’t know…you.” Eddie’s eyes meet yours as the belt comes down one final time and a mix of a scream and a moan emits from your throat. The belt clanks to the floor as the bed dips behind and you feel Steve’s lips trace along the red marks on your ass.

You murmur something into the pillow that the metalhead can’t make out. His fingers push your hair out of your face as the other boy climbs up the length of your body, laying his chest against your back.

“I can’t hear you, sweetheart. I need to be able to hear you clearly.”

“I said…why…why me?”

Steve reaches between your bodies, opening your legs slightly before sliding his throbbing cock into your entrance. The mixture of the pain on your behind, the many orgasms Eddie gave you, and the man’s sheer size had your eyes rolling to the back of your skull in a way they allowed.

“Yes, fuck, baby. Such a good girl.”

“Why you what?”, Eddie asked.

“Steve, you’re so…deep. Mmm-fuck.”

“Answer me, Y/N.”

“Why…did…did you choose…me?”

Steve nibbled and sucked on the side of your shoulder that Carol hadn’t hurt as he thrust into you harder. “Why wouldn’t we? You—mmm— I don’t…I can’t explain it. Ed?”

Your eyes found his and were surprised by the darkness within them. “I thought you wanted to be used, Y/N? You said you had never been fucked properly, we gave you that. We give you what you fucking ask for.”

Your vision is blinded by white as you cum hard, shaking underneath their hold on you. Steve grunts as your pussy clings to him, chasing his own high until you feel him warm your insides.

He groans as he rolls off you and Eddie reaches over to bring you closer to him, flipping you onto your back.

“Eddie?”, you whine as you turn on to your side to face him. A little whine of his own dripped from his lips when your forehead fell on his as your hand rested on his hips and slid slowly over his skin. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I shouldn’t have gone through your things or Steve’s. You said I fascinated you both. I feel the same.”

Your lips capture his as you lift your leg over his waist. The boy doesn’t miss a beat, his palm gliding to the back of your thigh to raise it higher as he scoots closer to you.

“I know I’m yours. I just want to know more about the people I belong to.”

Eddie’s mouth fell open in a silent moan as his cock entered your sex. His thrusts were slow at first, dragging his length along your tight walls as your pussy stretched around him.

“Princess, this is why we pursued you. You’re so fucking sweet but—fuck—have this other side that’s feisty. I knew it the first time I saw you; Steve and I both. We knew—mmm—we had to have you.”

You whimpered at his words as he pumped into you faster, hitting every sensitive spot inside you.

“And now we do, baby. You and your pussy belong to us. Say it, Y/N.”

“I belong to you.”, you responded in strained words.

His palm came down on your ass, reigniting the stinging pain as you groaned. “You’re not listening, stupid girl. Say it correctly!”

“Fuck, Eddie! Me and my pussy belong—mmm—belong to you.”

“Me and who?”

“You and Steve.”

“That’s right.” Eddie’s palm floated to the back of your head, his other pressing into your lower back as he held you tightly to him, pounding into you roughly. “That’s right, Y/N. Good girl. This tight cunt is ours and only we can make you feel this fucking good. Fuck, baby. Cum for me.”

Tears streaked your cheeks as you screamed into his shoulder, tumbling over the ledge. With a few more sloppy hard thrusts, he followed after you, aggressively pumping his spend deeper into you.

His breath warmed your shoulder as he panted into your skin, hands still clinging tightly to you.

“Harrington, my shower…at most only fits two. Since I used yours last…last time…”

Steve nodded as his fingers reached for you, prying you from Eddie’s hold. With heavy eyes, you watched as he got the shower ready and held out his hand to guide you in. The metalhead was right, his shower was relatively small and felt even tinier as the curves of your body took up a good amount of space. The man in front of you saw the trepidation as your guilty eyes looked around wondering if he had enough room for himself.

“Honey, stop thinking.” Steve placed his palms on either side of your head, tilting it towards his lips. “You’re fine. I’m fine. To be fair, I don’t know how Eddie fucking fits in here let alone his uncle. Have you seen Wayne?”

You smile, shaking your head as his eyes widen and he stretches out his arms. “He’s a tall guy. Probably has to sit to get his entire body.”

He grins as you laugh, reaching behind you to grab the soap and begins the task before him. You wince slightly when his hand grazes the fresh welts forming on your behind and on impulse your arms shoot out to wrap around his waist like a child needing comfort after they fall.

“It’s okay, baby. You’re ok.”, he soothed. “Did, um… was that okay? I know you went through a lot today so…I tried not to hit you too hard. If you didn’t like it, I can tell Eddie.”

“I liked it. Is that weird?”

“No, pretty girl. It’s not weird. Kinky but…” Your body shakes against him as you laugh and he smiles as he leans down to kiss your lips.

After cleaning you and drying you off, he guides you back to the bedroom where Eddie had laid out the first aid supplies Steve had bought after getting your car. You flinched as he began utilizing the antiseptic on your shoulder.

“Hey, your food got a little cold so I heated it up.” The metalhead places your plate on the bedside table with a fresh glass of water before coming to sit beside you as Steve opens the bandages and begins covering the wound.

Eddie glances at the floor, bending down to grab the picture of his family. He flashed you a slanted smile as he held it up for emphasis.

“My mom left a little while after this photo was taken. My dad scoured the entire town looking for her but nothing came up. A week after, my uncle got a letter from her saying she needed to get out of the house and away from my father. Said that she would send word when she was ready to come get me.” You tenderly reach out to move his hair out of the way so you can see his face. “I guess she’s still not ready.”

“Eddie, baby, I’m so sorry.” He shrugs before you are suddenly blind sided by darkness. “Ah! What the hell?”

You grin as you feel fingers tug at the fabric over your head, pulling the shirt Steve threw on you further down your frame. “Up, please.” His eyes focus on your legs as he holds out a pair of boxers for you to step into.

“I thought you preferred me naked?”

Eddie smiles as he leans over you to grab your plate before handing it to you. “We do but not right now. You need to be comfortable while you finish eating. Plus… you’re kinda sexy like this to.”

“Just kinda?”, you ask him sarcastically.

His smile grows as he leans over to capture your lips with his own before playfully pushing at your face with his hand.

“Now, I was thinking we could watch a movie tonight. I don’t have Carrie but I do have…” He bends down looking over his collection before pulling out a VHS of Evil Dead.

“I don’t know what that is.” Steve sits in bed beside you slurping at the contents in front of him.

The metalhead head raises his eyebrows inquisitively in your direction. “I know what it is. I’ve just never seen it. I heard it was really gross.”

“Yeah, it is.” He chuckles with giddy excitement you’ve rarely gotten to see from him as he pops the film into the VCR and places himself on the floor in front of you where one of your legs was dangling off the side.

Eddie’s arm wraps around your calf, lifting it so it’s more over his shoulder as his fingers caress your skin.

“Munson, do we have to watch something gross while we eat?”, Steve whines.

“Yes, Harrington. We do.”

Your laugh brightens the room as Eddie reaches for his remote and presses play.

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bari-the-witch · 2 years ago

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Mating dance

I got the idea to write that this morning while watching that video.

Written for @steddie-week day 2: Fluff

“And then the male starts his beautiful and quite fun to watch mating dance, trying to mesmerize the female into giving him her full attention. Look at how he moves around her, throwing his head back and showing off his impressive chest…”

Eddie watches the screen with rapt attention, one of his hands stopping halfway to his mouth, the popcorn on his lap long forgotten.

There is something hypnotic about what the bird is doing, dancing, and whistling, to impress the female in front of him.

Wow, and all that just to get laid. What an idiot.

Ever since he was a child, Eddie loved nature documentaries, something only a few of his friends know. It isn’t because he's ashamed of it. There is nothing shameful about learning more of the world around you, but it’s also nothing he parades around.

Wayne knows of course, he’s the one who got Eddie into it one rainy Saturday evening a few years ago. And it’s still their thing at least once a month, when Wayne works the day shift for a change, watching TV all night after they changed into their most comfortable pajamas. Some would call it childish, and Eddie is too old for this. Eddie calls it the happiest time of the month.

The second person to know about this is Steve.

Yeah, you heard right, Steve Harrington, former douchebag King Steve who actually turned out to be a decent guy, knows about mean and scary looking Eddie Munson that he likes to watch nature documentaries in his free time. Steve Harrington, who's also his friend now, a pretty good friend Eddie likes to point out.

It happened four weeks ago on a Saturday, when he and Wayne had their monthly Munson movie marathon. The knock on the door came as a surprise and Eddie threw a confused look in Wayne's direction, who simply shrugged his shoulders and said he didn’t expect anyone tonight. Eddie's pretty sure he didn't make any plans either.

The knock came again, firmer this time, so Eddie got up begrudgingly, wondering who's knocking on their door this time of the night uninvited. For a split second, all kinds of bad scenarios ran through his mind, ranging from Vecna being back to one of the townspeople having enough and trying to beat him up in his own home.

Turns out as he opened the door, he made plans with someone, Steve to be exact. And totally forgot about it.

In the end, Steve ended up wedged between them, a bowl of popcorn in his lap and the cutest, most confused expression on his face. Wayne, the old gossip girl, immediately told Steve everything about their monthly ritual, including Eddie’s fondness for animal documentaries.

Eddie expected at least some kind of teasing comment because it really was something to tease about, but Steve only nodded in understanding while chewing on a piece of popcorn, fueling Eddie’s pathetic crush further like a can of gasoline thrown into a fiery pit.

And now Eddie's sitting here on Steve’s couch, watching TV while Steve prepares something to eat. Eddie’s mouth waters at the delicious smell of a home-cooked meal wafting over from the kitchen.

He offered his help, only earning a stern look in return, so he walked back to the living room and popped in a tape to pass the time until dinner. Geez, he only nearly burned down the kitchen once because he got distracted by something outside. Steve really shouldn’t be so resentful about this.

"What are you watching?”

At the sound of Steve's voice, Eddie nearly throws over the popcorn bowl on his lap.

“Jesus Christ, Stevie. Wear a bell next time!” he says, gripping the bowl tighter, trying to calm his erratic heartbeat.

“I told you I’m like a ninja,” Steve replies amusedly at Eddie’s reaction.

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Tell yourself that. It only worked because I was distracted.” He motions his head to the TV where another bird is trying to woo the totally unimpressed female in front of him.

“Sure, if you say so,” Steve says as he puts the two steaming bowls of pasta he’s carrying on the table. He then takes a seat on the couch beside him, a lot closer than Eddie’s poor heart can handle. With how close they’re sitting, Eddie is hyperaware of the warmth of Steve’s skin even through several layers of fabric and it makes him want to do all kinds of very stupid things right now.

To distract himself, he takes the bowl of food into his hands and takes a careful bite. It’s fucking delicious as always.

“Wow, I can’t believe it’s actually working,” Steve snorts at something happening on the screen. “I mean, one moment she looks like she doesn’t care and in the next she’s like - BOOM - totally impressed. Only because he’s puffing out his chest a bit and making all these weird noises.”

“You mean like you?” Eddie teases, bumping their shoulders together. “Looks a bit familiar actually.”

“H- Hey!” Steve sputters wide-eyed. “I do not - I don’t like that, man. Take that back!”

“Yes, you do.”

“No!”

“Come on Steve, even you have to admit that it’s almost the same.”

“Eddie, come on,” Steve laughs embarrassed. “Don’t be an ass. I don't look like that when I’m flirting.”

“You mean,” Eddie puts the bowl back on the table before jumping up and moving around until he’s in front of Steve, “You don’t walk around like that when you want to impress someone?” He puffs out his chest just like the bird did, throwing his head back and moving his arms in a bad impression of wings, flailing them around. “Because I’ve clearly seen those moves on you before, Stevie. Don’t deny it.”

“Oh my God Eddie, stop it. You look absolutely ridiculous!” Steve laughs, holding his stomach and nearly toppling over from laughing so hard. There are tears gathered in the corners of his eyes and the rush of making Steve lose it like this only spurs Eddie on further to make an idiot out of himself.

“Sorry Stevie, I can’t hear you over my awesome imitation of your flirting,” Eddie cackles, jumping and flailing around like a maniac.

“Shit,” Steve says between wheezing breaths. “Shit, I can’t believe this is so working on me right now.”

Eddie nearly lands face first on the floor, stumbling over his own two feet at Steve’s unexpected words. As he gets back his footing his head immediately snaps over to him. Steve's mouth is pressed into a firm line, a bright blush high on his cheeks while he tries to avoid Eddie’s eyes.

“Uh, just - just forget what I said.”

The carefree atmosphere from before felt tense now, replacing laughter with awkward silence. Eddie needs a moment to fully comprehend what Steve said, and after he did, the first slivers of hope lodge themselves inside his chest.

Holy shit, did that mean…?

“Steve…?” Eddie asks hopefully, walking a few steps closer. “Does that mean you…?”

Steve snorts, but it sounds bitter this time. “That I have had a huge fucking crush on you for months now and it’s slowly driving me crazy? Yes, absolutely. Do what you want with that, but please,” he gulps, looking at Eddie pleadingly. "Let's just… talk about something else?”

Eddie dreamed for months of hearing those words coming out of Steve’s mouth and he never thought he’d hear them for real, not in a million years. But here they are now, in the middle of the Harrington living room after Steve dropped the bomb of crushing on him for months. Not weeks, not days. Months. So, it isn’t a spur of the moment thing but actual, serious feelings. The whole situation is so surreal, that's the only explanation for what Eddie is doing next.

He laughs, right into Steve’s face.

It starts with a small huff, before spiraling into something loud and boisterous. Eddie grips his stomach like Steve did before, trying to catch his breath in between.

“Glad this is amusing you so much,” Steve hisses, crossing his arms in front of his chest as a sign of defense. “God, I’m such an idiot…”

No. Nope. Oh no, shit. He didn’t mean it like that. At all.

Just as Steve shoots up from the couch and is about to squeeze himself through the gap between Eddie and the table, Eddie wakes up from his stupor, quickly grabbing Steve’s wrist.

“Hey, no. Sorry I- I didn’t mean it like that.”

Steve doesn’t look convinced, but he doesn't try to leave again, so Eddie continues.

"Sorry for laughing at you. I shouldn’t have done that,” he says ruefully, pulling a strand of hair in front of his face. "But you totally caught me off guard with your confession. Not that it’s your fault or anything. I just never thought I’d hear those words like ever, so… God, it’s so weird that you finally said them and all it took was moving in front of you like an idiot. With a stupid bird mating dance.”

Tentative laughter bubbles out of his chest, filling the space between them and only now Eddie realizes how close they’re standing. His lips suddenly feel dry, and he licks them, noticing Steve's eyes follow the movement.

Eddie never kissed someone or was kissed before, but even he knows the meaning of this.

So, with one last look, to make sure he doesn't read this wrong, Eddie slowly leans in, giving Steve enough time to draw back or shove him away.

He doesn’t.

Eddie has no clue what he’s doing when he presses their lips together, when he grabs Steve’s face in his hands by instinct, angling it to the side, so he can slot their open mouths together to deepen the kiss. But it must be the right thing to do because Steve enthusiastically returns it, burrowing his hands into Eddie’s hair, tugging lightly at the strands.

Eddie gasps, so Steve does it again.

The kiss is hot and messy and even better than he imagined it in the solitude of his room. It sends tingles from his lips all the way down his spine before it pools hotly in his stomach like a pond of molten lava.

When they part again after seconds, minutes, hours, Eddie can’t really tell, he needs a moment to gather his thoughts, and when he opens his eyes, he sees Steve isn’t far behind him on that. Steve's panting lightly, hair disheveled from Eddie’s hands, his lips swollen and shining wetly in the bright light of the still turned-on TV.

“Just for the record, I really like you,” Steve whispers, leaning his forehead against Eddie’s with still closed eyes. “If you haven’t noticed already.”

“Hmm, I’m not sure,” Eddie answers playfully, pretending to take a moment to think about it. “I guess I need more convincing.”

“Idiot…," Steve huffs amusedly and kisses him again.

Later, when both of them feel like their lips are about to fall off, they cuddle on the couch and watch the rest of the movie. Steve is on his back, head propped up on the armrest, legs stretched out and his arm around Eddie’s back. Eddie's draped halfway on top of him, playing with a loose thread from Steve’s shirt.

“I still can’t believe this shit worked on me,” Steve says as he watches another bird try its luck at a female. He tenses. “Oh God, please don’t tell anyone this is how we got together. Please, Eddie. You can’t do that to me.”

“What? Afraid you’ll lose some cool points to the kids?”

This earns him a pinch to the side.

“Come on, say it.”

“Hmm, no.”

“Eddie!”

Steve pinches him again, which makes Eddie laugh and pinch him back, and soon they’re tangled up in a full-blown pinching war, missing the rest of the movie.

#steddie #steddieweek2023 #day two

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ellaelsinore · 1 year ago

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@eddiemonth prompt, oct 6th: Crush | You Could Start A Cult - Niall Horan | Sincere

read on ao3

The sound of aluminum cans hitting aluminum siding reverberated through the trailer park.

“How many points is that worth?” Eddie crushed another can and lobbed it at the porch, aiming for the light next to the door. He missed.

“We were supposed to be keeping score?” Steve leaned back in the lawn chair, long legs crossed in front of him, left arm lazily resting behind his head. They’d been out there for hours now, drinking and sharing a joint (or two, who was counting really?), tossing empties over the top of the trailer and giggling like kids. They had started in the heat of the day, settling into a routine, alternating who grabbed the next six pack out of the trailer, talking about everything and nothing until the sun started to set behind them.

“You were!” Eddie tossed the next can right at Steve’s head, which of course he caught one-handed.

“I think we’re even Eds.” Steve knocked back the rest of his beer and stood up. “C’mon, we should probably clean up before your uncle gets back.” He held out a hand to Eddie, waiting patiently for him to take it. Eddie looked up from Steve’s waiting hand to his face, lit softly from the golden hour light.

It was no secret to Eddie that Steve was beautiful, it wasn’t a secret to anyone who had eyes. The secret was that Eddie found him more than beautiful, would go to war for his stupid face, and his stupid hair and his stupid, stupid hands. Eddie’s crush had simmered since Vecna, when he shoved Steve against the wall of a dirty boathouse with a broken bottle to his throat, close enough that his adrenaline-addled brain was marked with the scent of Steve, expensive hairspray and something warmer that Eddie couldn’t place, had memorized, unintentionally, the curve of his lips, the bump in his nose from too many fights lost.

Eddie tried to keep it under wraps, especially as he died in Dustin’s arms and then again in Steve’s, but now that he was vaguely healed, Steve was making that more and more difficult. He’d attached himself to Eddie’s side, even going as far as alternating hospital shifts with Wayne, charming the nurses into letting him stay the night past visiting hours. He said he had nothing better to do, but Eddie didn’t truly believe him. Now he rarely left Eddie alone, showing up at the trailer before Wayne left for work, sleeping on the floor as Eddie slept in the only comfortable position he could find on the couch, the only place that didn’t pull his stitches. He showed up, every day, first with movies and snacks, then games when Eddie was feeling up to playing and then beer and smokes when Eddie got cleared to return to his regularly scheduled programming. Eddie thought Steve would vanish once he was cleared by the doctors, but he was equal parts shocked and thrilled when he woke up the next morning to Steve making eggs in the trailer’s tiny kitchen, joking with Wayne over coffee and positively beaming at Eddie when he joined them.

Steve was a constant in his life now and Eddie was drowning in it.

“Alright,” Eddie grabbed Steve’s hand and let him lift him out of the lawn chair. “Geeze, when did you get so responsible?”

“Probably when you died and left me the oldest member of the party.” Steve hadn’t let go of his hand.

“You didn’t need to be the oldest to get those kids to follow you.” Eddie let himself be pulled into Steve’s chest, heart in his throat as he looked up into hazel eyes sparked with gold. “You could start a cult, and they would all be on board.”

Steve smirked, resting his forehead on Eddie’s, his free hand on the small of Eddie’s back, sending flames licking up Eddie’s spine to his cheeks. He closed his eyes and intertwined his fingers with Steve’s, their hands still trapped between their bodies. “What about you, Eds?”

“Stevie.” It came out more reverent than he expected, but sincere nonetheless. “I’d follow you ‘til there’s no tomorrow.” The kiss that followed was like nothing Eddie had ever experienced, bliss and relief mixing in a chorus of “about time’s” from his brain to make Eddie feel like this is where he finally belonged. “Anywhere you go, I’ll be,” he whispered against Steve’s lips.

“I won’t go anywhere, Eds. Not while you’re here.” Oh, Eddie would fight kingdoms and monsters for this man to never leave his side.

#eddiemonth #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie

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Whumpril Day 30: Holding Hands

Squeeze My Hand: A Parallel Story

Written for @whumpril Day 30: Holding Hands | Human Shield | “Don’t let go.”

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington (age 6) and his mother

Eddie Munson (age 6) and Uncle Wayne

When both kid Steve and Eddie are hurt, both have someone there to hold their hands through it.

Crash.

Steve can hear the ticking of the bike wheel, the sound of muffled shouts. He squeezes his eyes shut against the sudden burning on his knee. There’s red on his knee, it looks like his marker spilled.

He blinks, and before he can do anything, there’s arms around him. He smells his mother’s floral perfume and cuddles into her. He’s not crying fully, but small tears seep down his cheeks.

“Stevie, are you okay? Are you hurt?”

Steve uses one small hand to wipe his eye. “M-my knee.”

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” his mom says and carries him inside. Steve watches as the world passes from his mother’s arms. The green of the yard, the white door swinging closed and slamming just as they start up the stairs. Steve watches the carpet of the stairs grow as his mom climbs them, and he shuts his eyes.

The white tile of the bathroom greets him when he opens them. He’s sitting on the counter; he can see himself in the bathroom mirror. His mom comes back carrying a bottle and band-aids. He recognizes the bottle from when he fell down the stairs and hit his head. “Owwie juice,” he whispers.

His mom nods. “These need some owwie juice, okay, Stevie? But it’ll be okay. You can squeeze my hand if it hurts too much, okay?”

She offers her hand and Steve holds it tight, already preparing.

And when his mom pours the cold alcohol over his knee, he squeezes her hand for all its worth.

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Thwhump-thunk.

Eddie feels heat and the grainy ground in front of the trailer. The sky is blue above him, the sun is in his eyes, and he feels something burning up his leg and shoulder. A small sob coughs out of him and in seconds, his uncle’s face is above him.

“Eddie? Geez, kid, you okay?”

“U-Uncle W-Wayne?”

“Woah, woah, don’t move, I gotta make sure your head’s okay.”

Eddie whimpers as he feels his uncle’s rough fingers on his forehead before feeling his ears and then and behind his ears and neck.

“You fell down the steps, son. I wanna make sure you’re okay.”

“Owwie on my arm,” he tells him as another sob cries out.

“Ah, I see it. Must hurt.”

Eddie cries as he nods. His knee looks scribbled with red and his elbow looks the same.

“I’ve got you, kid. “C’mon, we’ll get ya cleaned up.”

Eddie can feel the ground fall away as his uncle picks him up.

“It’ll be okay, y’know? I’ve fallen down these stairs a few times myself.”

Eddie watches the door to the trailer slam shut as they enter the familiar home, and then watches how the room swings and he watches the couch get farther away as they head past the kitchen and into the bathroom.

“You have?” he asks curiously, hiccupping over cries. His uncle places him on the seat of the toilet. “But y-you’re big.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t trip just like you,” his uncle says, reaching under the sink and emerges with a bottle and Band-Aids. “But these owwies need some alcohol, okay?”

Eddie whimpers.

“This won’t be a walk in the park,” his uncle continues, already dabbing the clear liquid on a piece of gauze. “But I’m right here. And you can squeeze my hand if it hurts too much,” he says, offering his free hand.

Eddie pouts but nods and when his uncle dabs the gauze against his small, scribbled knee, Eddie squeezes his hand for all its worth.

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AHHHH!!!!! Part 8 was so good, per usual! Ok, so many things to mention, I have to condense it haha

Steve really seemed to like-like the reader and I know they become good friends, but I couldn’t help to feel bad when he saw the interactions between Eddie and the reader.

Even with everything Eddie has done to the reader, the bottom line is how much love she has shown him and that he does deserve love… which makes this all the more heartbreaking that they aren’t together…

And the reader… she just needs to catch a break. And I know Christmas Eve is going to be awful for her, especially after the interview… I hope she gets the care she needs during that time…

I literally can’t wait for the next part! I’m excited to see how the readers relationship with Robin will be, what it will be like, more interactions with Steve, the actual break-up, meeting Wayne, Christmas Eve, etc. Geez, this series is so amazing! 💜💜💜

Thank you! 🥺❤️

Steve does like her a lot and he definitely has a little crush on her, seeing the interaction between Eddie and reader and realizing that there is more between them, was a little disappointing but he is not sad or heartbroken over it, you know?

Eddie truly deserves all the love! They will be together (soon)!

And Christmas Eve will start off badly for her but someone will save the day🥺

#andy’s asks

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danwhobrowses · 1 year ago

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My Highlights for AEW Wrestledream 2023

There was a dream, a dream of wrestling

And Antonio Inoki sought that dream when he founded NJPW

But now AEW has invited the dangling from its hinges Forbidden Door open again to celebrate Inoki on the anniversary of his death.

Let's see what was good about this show

Spoilers for the PPV

Zero Hour

"She's so sweet, but so dumb, god bless her" Richard of House Starks speaking of Lexy Nair, fiancée of one large William

Props for the Julia vignette, it aired on Collision and apparently someone on twitter helped film it so good for them

Stokely 'Urban Dictionary dot com' Hathaway

TK donning the Inoki scarf with Inoki's grandkids, Shibata and Rocky

Christian Cage Noooooo

Athena doing Billie's jump and Keith's Limitless pose, and then almost blindsided by Kojima XD

Meat chants always a win

Athena saved her minion!

Josh Barnett looks like a leaner Brock Lesnar don't he?

Moxley joining on commentary, showing he's well after the concussion too

I think that's an open invitation to Bloodsport for Claudio

Well, you can tell that Nick Wayne has trained with Darby, mans is bumping

Caster already going for the tentacle porn diss

Sounds like JR is open to scissoring

Main Card

MJF wearing as many belts as he has initials

Picking the right person to massage his shoulders

Alas no tag partner in the corner for Max

Dutch always has a great Bossman Slam

Some Guerrero tactics there, with some added pantomime by the audience

And he hits the bodyslam! The Seattle Stampede

MJF has put over a bodyslam, a double clothesline and a dropkick (Kangaroo Kick) which is proof that with enough charisma any move can be put over

Props to the dude in full Jeff Hardy cosplay

Shibata starting low like Inoki did vs Ali

Thesz drop early just like Inoki took it early vs him for his second ever NJPW match (first was vs Simon Gotch)

Uraken kicked out at 1!

Eddie again winning with the Powerbomb, he meant what he said to Kawada

Dang that crack as Statlander socked Julia

And Julia does have one hell of a moonsault

Brody having to carry his goth daughter back down the ramp

Reminder Julia Hart is 22 in November; younger than Hayes, Stratton, Dragunov, Dominik, Jade, Statlander, Anna, HOOK and more, she is a talent

Starting the 4 way with an International Title preview

and then OC tagging in??

Gunns doing the New Day 'both legal men' attempt

HOOK sold that superkick really well too

"It's always in their hometown huh?"

Nana gets his dance in

Serve remains that guy, so clean

Ooof, taking a trick out of Penta's book eh, Killshot?

Vicious discus lariat there from Hanger

The JML Driver is great too

Mox back on Commentary, he's one flirtation with Excalibur away from being Regal

Ricky's rope walk is just effortless

Ah poor Mox, he can't help but curse it's native to his vocabulary

Seahawks colours for Bryan

Moxley's passion for wrestling is shining through a lot in commentary, if he could control the cussing he could easily be an all timer play by play commentator

It also juxtaposes Nigel McGuinness' anti-Bryan vendetta

Bryan practically walked out of that Romero Special

Hitting the Itoh special with the rollover half crab

GOODNESS that Dragon Screw

I think his head was already fucking kicked in sheesh

That certainly was a technical masterclass, and it doesn't feel like we're done

I'm gonna say it too, give Bryan the IWGP World title. I mean it, he's beaten Okada and ZSJ, he could beat SANADA at like Sakura Genesis or New Year's Dash, have a little run with it, do the G1 and then drop it at Forbidden Door and then he's completed all his career goals

Mox's genuine surprise as he thought Demetrius Johnson was gonna wrestle Kenny Omega XD

I mean that Last Supper artwork is...definitely something

Geez starting with Omega/Ospreay?

People want Takeshita/Ibushi, that tells you how elevated Takeshita has been

Callis trying to contribute to increating the stretch

Ibushi now joining Suzuki in 'he does what he wants', joining the Sex Gods pose

'You still suck' chants because Sammy still pulled off a picture perfect Shooting Star Press

Jericho invoking Omega in the Not Even One kickout

Murder Ibushi activated!

That is the best Ibushi has looked in AEW so far, hopefully he gets 100% for Takeshita

Dang just let Dax and Davis slap each other for 10 minutes, Davis has wrestled WALTER I know he has it in him

I've seen enough, I don't just need 10 minutes I need a full tournament of big beefy men slapping man meat; Dax, Davis, Keith Lee, Shane Taylor, Wardlow, Luchasaurus, Butcher, Brody King, Joe, Hobbs, Miro, Brian Cage, Big Bill, etc. let them all fight, give us the whole Buffet

Darby and Christian have done so much work that'll go understated in restoring the TNT title, it's main eventing a PPV!

Also if anyone can will it into existence we need Christian to start calling himself the Turtle Neck Titan, you know because Turtlenecks but also TNT

Hoisted by his own petard, blinded by the turtle neck

I mean Nick Wayne's mom is hot you gotta shoot your shot

Well that is for sure a Darby Allin bump, right on the steps twice over

Frog Splash onto a stretcher!

And a Killswitch on the canvas boards!

Scorpion Death Drop and Coffin Drop on the boards only for two

Nick Wayne heel turn

You think you know him? Adam Copeland is All Elite! And he brought Metalingus with him

He was so excited he glided through the smoke!

Edge, Christian and Sting all in the same ring what year is it? what timeline is it? WHAT IS IT???

Conclusion

Well that was a lot of fun.

Compared to No Mercy it was perhaps marginally better for me, again this could be due to being more in the loop with the storylines but stuff like the trios match, the main event, Swerve vs Hangman, the ultimate tekkers match it just clicked. Not a bad match on the card too, though I was rooting for Aussie Open to win, but Bucks/FTR IV will still be great. Plus I still wanted to see Statlander body slam Brody.

I do hope Fénix is okay, he disappeared from the 4-Way and he's the International champion, don't want back to back injury-induced title changes after all. But it was good to see Moxley just out there enjoying himself on the side, probably won't ever get to do it again mind you given all the cussing but still, did elevate the matches.

We've got intriguing directions too; Swerve needs to get somewhere with that W over Hangman (world title? I mean I kinda like Jay White for it, International Title? Maybe too soon), Claudio and Bryan have extended rematch invitations and you know Ricky ain't done with the BCC (still though I wouldn't put him in the BCC, Garcia should have that spot), even the Zero Hour did some development with Billie and Athena's dynamic.

So yeah, probably not better than All In and All Out but still pretty damn good, Inoki would be proud.

Match of the Night: I mean it's the Ultimate Battle of Epic Tekkers right? Hard to really say any match was better than that wrestling-wise. The Main Event is a close second with the drama. Best Entrance: Julia Hart gets this one just ahead of Adam Copeland's worst kept secret, not many flashy entrances in this show, in fact I think OC/Hook and Jericho didn't even get entrances. Best Attire: Again, not many here, most of them were kinda subtle so I'm gonna give it to Swerve so I can give him props somewhere. Best Performance: Tie for Bryan and Zack, masters of their craft, not much else you can say. Spot of the Night: Because Christian dropping Darby on the steps was messy and scrappy, it's Bryan's Dragon Screw that just looked so vicious like I'm sure I saw his foot facing another direction.

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How to Rehabilitate a Jock pt 14

Part One Part Thirteen Link to Ao3 Part Fifteen

Thank you to @stevethehairington for betaing and @thefreakandthehair for always being the world's best cheerleader/support!!! Also everyone @angstflayer-council for motivating me to finish this chapter. I hope you guys like it!! ALSO I FORGOT TAG LISTS FOR PART THIRTEEN SORRY YALL I FIXED IT THIS TIME

Step Fourteen: Ask for a Second Opinion

Eddie and Wayne had a routine for gig nights.

First Wayne would get home from his shift and go about his normal business. Shucking off work clothes, grabbing a quick cold shower, fixing himself a sandwich with whatever leftovers they had in the fridge- the same thing he did every night when he came back from the plant. Then, when all that was taken care of, he would turn on the radio to listen to the news, grab a beer from the fridge, and pull out the most important thing in their trailer.

The waffle iron.

It was an ancient thing, a giant heavy slab of metal that had been passed down from Great Granny Munson herself. Eddie was ninety nine percent sure it would outlive him too, but that was just a fact of Munson life. The cord for the waffle iron was frayed in about half a dozen places, and it smoked if it was powered on for longer than an hour at a time, but there was no denying that the beat up old thing made the best damn waffles Eddie had ever had.

If Eddie had it his way, they would eat waffles every single day. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner. They were his all time favorite food and when he had first moved in with Wayne they were all he would eat. Eventually the two of them had come to a compromise- Eddie could have waffles on Sundays, birthdays, holidays, and any day he brought home a test with a grade that had a B or higher.

And gig nights.

Of course, that addition had come later. Wayne hadn’t allowed him to play at the Hideout until he was legally an adult. It came from a good place (It was just one of the many many ways Wayne had tried to keep Eddie from becoming his father.) but it was still annoying being forced to wait that long.

The waffles kind of made it worth the wait though.

The next part of the routine was Eddie. Eddie would come home egregiously late, and they would eat together. As they ate through ridiculously high stacks of delicious syrupy goodness, Eddie would tell Wayne everything that had happened.

Nothing was off the table. Eddie would tell Wayne about whatever drugs he took, if he drank, if he dealt, whatever his uncle asked about. By now he had learned that Wayne was just looking out for him. And as long as he was honest, Wayne would let him keep doing what he was doing. He just wanted to be in the loop, and that was a small thing to ask.

This was the first gig night that Eddie was home before Wayne.

“I didn’t know how to make the batter,” Eddie said as soon as Wayne opened the door, causing the man to jump out of his skin from being started. Eddie gave his uncle a nervous little grin from where he was sitting on the couch, tapping his fingers against his thighs in incomprehensible patterns.

“And I was also worried about turning on the waffle iron. Figured you wouldn’t wanna come home to a burnt down trailer and a pile of bones instead of your beloved beloved nephew,” Eddie joked, trying to cut through the tension that had been surrounding him since he came home two hours ago.

The anxiety fueled energy running through his veins was making it impossible to sit still, impossible to make eye contact as Wayne stared at him with a raised brow.

“What’d you do?” Wayne asked as he hung up his hat with a put upon sigh.

“Nothing! Geez Wayne, have a little faith,” Eddie complained, tossing his head back and giving an exaggerated groan. This was easy. Playing a game and making a show of things was something Eddie could do in his sleep, and it was so much more simple than the alternative. He even looked Wayne directly in the eye, just to really sell it.

“You just think I’m a good for nothin’ troublemaker, don’t you? Spill it, old man, I already know the answer! I am distraught that even my own flesh and blood thinks I’m only capable of tomfoolery.”

Wayne grunted, crossing his arms and giving Eddie one long slow look, peeling back all the layers, lowering all the walls.

“What’d you do?” Wayne repeated, his tone short and to the point.

Eddie wilted like a flower. His shoulders hunched inward, and his gaze shot straight to the floor. He dragged one of his socked toes across the carpet in the living room, avoiding his uncle’s piercing gaze.

“Nothin’” Eddie mumbled, “we just got cut short, that’s all.”

That wasn’t even scratching the surface, but they both knew that. There was no way Wayne was going to leave it at that.

Sure enough, his uncle just hummed, walking into their small kitchenette and pulling open the fridge.

“Y’all ended early ‘cause of the power outage?” Wayne asked, rhetorically, already knowing the answer.

Eddie stood up from the couch, coming over to the bar and sitting on one of the stools, nodding glumly as he let his head fall in his palm, still avoiding eye contact.

“Then what’s wrong?” Wayne asked, passing Eddie a beer as he took a sip from his own and grabbed the eggs.

“I’m annoyed that our show ended early?” Eddie said, hating that it came out as a question.

It wasn’t a question, he was annoyed about that. The power outage just wasn’t the thing that was bothering him.

“And?” Wayne pressed, carefully unwrapping the cord of the waffle iron and gingerly plugging it into the socket. The red light on the front lit up, promising delicious fresh waffles in just minutes.

“And I messed up this super easy riff which pissed me off,” Eddie added, his stomach clenching up as he continued to avoid the actual problem.

The issue was, he was probably one of the worst liars in the world, and Wayne could smell bullshit a mile off.

“Eddie, you know our rule,” Wayne said, sounding like the epitome of patience as he whisked batter, his back still turned to his nephew.

“…Always be honest,” Eddie mumbled, his cheeks flushing as he was forced to recite the single rule Wayne actually had for him.

Eddie could run as wild as he had to, do whatever it took to get through being a boy like him living in a town like Hawkins, but there couldn’t be secrets between them. Wayne couldn’t protect him if he didn’t know what Eddie was dealing with, and Eddie couldn’t trust that Wayne would always support him if he didn’t give him the chance.

Normally repeating those words was a comfort, a cathartic tradition that settled Eddie’s soul. No matter what he told Wayne, he would still love him, still support him. Nothing Eddie could do would make his uncle abandon him.

Today it just felt…invasive.

“If you can’t talk ‘bout it yet, you can say that,” Wayne reminded him, looking over his shoulder for a second so Eddie could meet his eyes for the first time that night, “just don’t pretend like nothin’s there.”

It wasn’t that Eddie didn’t want to talk about it. He was actually pretty desperate to, but he didn’t know where to start. He hadn’t intentionally forgotten to tell Wayne about Steve, but he hadn’t come up at all in the last six weeks, and with everything that happened earlier, there was no easy avenue to explain.

“And I’m worried about my friend,” Eddie admitted quietly, starting with the only thing he was absolutely sure of.

He was worried about Steve. Really, really, worried.

“Which friend?” Wayne grunted, pouring out the batter for the first waffle with a satisfying hiss of the iron, “Gareth? Or Jeff?”

“Steve,” Eddie replied, taking a sip of his drink before he clarified, “Steve Harrington.”

“Richard’s boy?” Wayne wondered, doing nothing to hide his shock at a Harrington mixing with a Munson.

“Yeah, but he’s nothing like how you’d expect!” Eddie said quickly, rambling away his anxiety as he drummed his fingers on the countertop. “I mean I thought he was for a while, but he’s actually really cool and sweet and thoughtful and funny and stuff. Like he brought us cookies today before the gig, and he babysits all these weird little nerdy kids too! There’s this whole-“

“Eddie, breathe,” Wayne chuckled, giving his nephew a fond eye roll as he put down a plate in front of him. An absolutely ginormous waffle stared back up at Eddie, already glistening with butter and maple syrup.

It was perfect. Glorious. Eddie’s stomach was growling.

“Why are you worried about ‘im? Did somethin’ happen tonight?” Wayne asked, turning back to the iron and starting on his own waffle.

Eddie launched into his story as he dug into his treat. He started straight from the beginning, right from the first time Steve had accidentally sat at their lunch table all the way to tonight and the panic attack in the middle of the parking lot. He even admitted to the tiny crush that he had once had that was burning a hole in the back of his mind every time Steve smiled at him.

But there was one big glaring hole in the middle.

Eddie didn’t say a word about the bet.

He tried to. He really honestly did. But every time Eddie got close to it, he started to think about the disappointed look Wayne was going to give him, and the deep sigh that was coming with it. Wayne never yelled, never insulted him, but there were times Eddie would have honestly preferred if he did.

Anger would be so much better than the deep shame that always came with knowing that he had done something Wayne would disapprove of. And this was definitely something Wayne would disapprove of.

“Then he just left with them, Wayne!” Eddie exploded, finally at the end of the surprisingly long story. Both waffles had already been consumed, the dishes were in the sink to soak, and the two of them were sitting on their beat up old couch, with Eddie’s head resting against Wayne’s shoulder. “Steve got in the car and drove off. With his ex-girlfriend. And the guy she cheated on him with!”

“Sounds like you’re more upset about that part then he is,” Wayne said, the smile in his tone evident. “Is that what’s actually botherin’ you about all of this?”

“Wayne,” Eddie snapped, cutting off his uncle’s teasing before he could even start. He pulled away, sitting up and waiting until his uncle met his eye before continuing, “this is serious. There’s something wrong. Really wrong. And I don’t know how I’m supposed to help him if he can’t even tell me about it.”

Because that’s what Steve had said. Not that he didn’t want to tell Eddie. That he couldn’t tell Eddie.

That Eddie wouldn’t have even believed him if he could.

Which was insane, because Eddie was pretty sure Steve could say that he had seen the second coming of Christ, and Eddie would believe him. Steve could tell him that aliens existed, and Eddie would believe him. Steve could even spout off about characters from Dungeons and Dragons coming to life and dragging him on a quest and-

Well, Eddie wasn’t sure he would totally believe that, but he would definitely listen at the very least!

Steve wasn’t even giving him a chance to prove him wrong. He was just locking this all inside, holding it and bottling it and expecting it to go away when it wouldn’t. Eddie had been there, and he knew that trying to force something down only made it come up even worse later on.

“Eddie,” Wayne said with a sigh, instantly putting his nephew on edge. It was a sigh Eddie knew well- the one Wayne gave when he wanted to tell him something that he knew that Eddie wasn’t going to want to hear.

“You can’t help him if he ain’t ready to be helped.”

Wayne’s hesitation there was right. Eddie definitely didn’t want to hear that.

“That is such bullshit-“

“Kiddo,” Wayne said, cutting Eddie’s rant off before it could even really start with just one word.

Eddie’s jaw shut with a snap, and he dragged a sharp breath in, looking at Wayne with wide eyes, trying to silently convey exactly why he was wrong.

His uncle’s tough exterior melted away, and a gentle sympathy took over. If it was anyone else, Eddie would have bristled, gotten angry, pushed them away. On anyone else, that look would be

pity.

With Wayne, it was just kindness.

“Is it just the fact that you have feelings for this boy that’s makin’ you so damn persistent?” Wayne asked in a soft tone.

Eddie instantly reared back, a surprised laugh bursting out of him.

“No, Wayne I used to have a crush on him,” Eddie stressed, trying to make Wayne understand. “Back when we were younger. Years ago! It’s gone now.”

“Eds,” Wayne said in a no-nonsense tone, “be serious.”

“I am,” Eddie retorted, a heavy blush staining his cheeks as his heart hammered in his chest. “I don’t have a crush on him anymore. I don’t. I can care about my friends without it being a gay thing, so just drop it!”

“Eddie, I’ll drop it if you can look me in the eye right now and tell me you don’t have any feelings for that boy,” Wayne challenged, keeping his cool as he crossed his arms and leaned back against the cushions, waiting.

“Well that’s stupid, Wayne. Of course I have feelings for him,” Eddie sneered. He got up and began to pace, unable to hold it all in anymore as he continued to rant.

“I care about him like I care about all my friends. It’s not like he’s nothing to me, but he’s just a friend, that’s all. I just think that it’s really cool that he was brave enough to join our group, and it’s sweet that he’s trying so hard. He isn’t half-assing it, and he doesn’t half-ass anything! Steve puts his whole self into everything he does and everyone he cares about, and caring that much is such an easy way to get hurt, but it’s like he’s not even worried! I mean, you should see the way he is with the kids! We’re just friends, that’s all, and that’s fine. I don’t need it to be anything more. I don’t want it to be anything more. Look we have a few stupid inside jokes, and some moments, but that doesn’t mean anything. It’s not like I love him, I just-“

Eddie cut himself off, taking a sharp shaking breath in as the reality of it all came crashing down on his head. He took a stumbling step backward, trying to breathe as he staggered back to the couch and fell down into his seat.

“Fuck,” Eddie whispered, burying his face in his hands, the lump in his throat constricting his breath as his eyes burned. “Fuck.”

A warm hand fell between his shoulder blades, and Eddie blindly tipped on his side, letting Wayne’s arm curl around him as he burrowed into his uncle’s side.

“It’s alright,” Wayne murmured, rubbing his thumb against the side of Eddie’s head as his nephew tried to catch his breath. “It’s not wrong for you to feel the way you do. It’s not somethin’ you can control. It’s not a bad thing.”

“I know,” Eddie croaked out, hating the way he kind of didn’t believe the words.

This wasn’t his first crush, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. Eddie had always known who he was, and he had never pretended to be anything else. He wasn’t ashamed, but he couldn’t help the fear that still lived inside.

That fear… it was terrifying, and painful. He hated being scared of himself, but he still was. Eddie was scared of the way people would look at him, scared of the way the world would treat him if they knew for a fact instead of just assuming. Scared of the way things would change.

Scared of the way Steve would probably hate him if he ever figured it out.

Steve. That’s what this was all about. It wasn’t about how Eddie felt. Tonight was about Steve, and how worried Eddie was for him.

“Okay but even if I am attracted to him, that’s not why I want to help him,” Eddie said, carefully pulling away from Wayne’s grip and rubbing at his dry cheeks. No tears had ever come, but Eddie did it anyway, just to be sure.

“Then why?” Wayne asked, genuinely curious.

Why?

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

Eddie looked up at the other boy, furrowing his brow.

“Why not?” Eddie said with a shrug, going back to his notebook. He was scratching out another tik-tac-toe board to add to the dozens that were already on the page.

“People aren’t just nice,” The boy insisted, giving Eddie a guarded look. “They always want something.”

“I want to make this afternoon a little less unbearable, and I want to make you feel better.” Eddie offered, quirking his head to the side and offering the pen to the other boy. “Is that enough?”

They stared at each other for a long second, until the other boy’s face broke into an incredulous smile and he ducked his head down.

“You’re really weird,” He said with a soft laugh, taking the pen. It was a lovely sound, like birds singing in the morning, or the first soft strum of a guitar as practice began.

Eddie needed to hear it again.

“He needed me,” Eddie said softly, lost somewhere in between now and the memory. “Still does. I think.”

Did Steve need him? Eddie wasn’t sure. All he knew was Steve needed someone and Eddie was the one who knew it.

“Then be there for him,” Wayne suggested, patting Eddie twice on the back as he stood and walked over to his bed, beginning to pull it out, “You don’t need to know why he needs help to support. Sometimes all someone needs is someone to be there.”

“You’re right,” Eddie replied, sensing the end of the conversation coming. Exhaustion was tugging on his eyelids, and Wayne was beginning to yawn,. “I just wish I could do more.”

“I think you’re doin’ more than you realize,” Wayne offered, settling on the side of his bed and stretching.

“Thanks Wayne,” Eddie sighed, turning and heading towards his room.

“Is there anything else on your mind?” Wayne said from behind, stopping Eddie in his tracks. “Feels like you might’ve left something out.”

Eddie paused, feeling like a mouse caught in a trap. He knew that if Wayne could see his face, he would’ve been done for, but just with his back, there wasn’t enough to prove he was right.

Briefly, Eddie wondered if Wayne was a psychic, or had some sort of power to know when Eddie was keeping a secret. It felt like there was a big yellow sign above his head, shouting that he needed his uncle to help him before it was too late.

I think I’m doing the wrong thing, Eddie thought, desperately working his throat, trying to force the words out, I think I’m doing something mean, and it’s going to end up hurting Steve. Badly. I’m doing the wrong thing, and I don’t know how to stop it before he gets hurt.

“No,” Eddie whispered, hating himself for the lie, “there’s nothing else.”

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𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀

(eddie munson x secret admirer!reader)

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 • eddie edit © @fefemunson! • ao3

Summary: After four long years of pining, it’s high time you tell your crush you like him and quite possibly your last chance to, luckily there’s no better time for love confessions than Valentine’s Day. If only you hadn’t chosen to do so anonymously, because you’re pretty sure Eddie Munson is hoping his secret admirer is someone else.

Warnings: pining, angst, misunderstandings, very brief (blink and you miss it) descriptions of oncoming panic attack (doesn't happen), Heather Holloway being a sweetie, and a whole lot of fluff

authors note: no, you're not imagining things. i'm reposting a story i already have up. unfortunately, i seem to have an anti who has been flagging anything of mine that gains traction as content that it is not so it's hidden to those who don't have the settings on (most people) and goes to die away, never to be interacted with again. they're attempting to do the same to Magical Mysteria, as they had the original flagged and, therefore, hidden. because everyone seemed to really relate to reader and enjoyed reading this particular fic, i've decided to give that anti the finger, so here's a repost.

word count: 10k

You stood posted by a row of lockers, peaking around the corner of the hall to watch as the longtime object of your affections laughed at something one of his friends said.

“Are you stalking him again?”

You jumped, clutching your biology book to your chest as you swiveled around to face Heather, your best friend.

“Geez!” You hissed out, voice low as you checked to make sure you hadn’t attracted his attention.

But it’s you, so of course you hadn’t. Eddie was still leaning up against his locker and chatting away, face framed by the mane he called his hair. His curls were defined much more than usual—clearly he’d washed his hair before school which meant he must have been up early. Why did you know that????

“I’m not stalking him,” you grumbled and Heather giggled. “I’m just observing him.”

“Well, stop observing him and go talk to him.” She nudged your shoulder, giving you a reassuring smile.

“I’m gonna—,” You answered with false bravado that soon wavered, “. . . eventually. Look, I have a plan. Okay, today is a new day, Valentine’s Day and the perfect day for romance. No more watching from the sidelines─”

Heather coughed out a stalking, followed by another cough, all of which you ignored.

“No more quietly pining, I’m telling him how I feel.”

Heather raised her eyebrows, tongue clicking.

“Let me get this straight, you’re not only going to actually exchange words with him, you’re actually going to tell Eddie Munson about your feelings?”

Your heart fluttered just at the mention of him.

Edward Wayne Munson. Eddie.

You’d had a crush on him since your freshman year of high school, and contrary to your best friend’s earlier statement, you had exchanged words with him already. Sorta. Basically.

Freshman year you’d ate shit in the hallway, tripping over literally nothing and all your belongings had scattered, he’d stopped walking to help you pick your things up before he was off again. It wasn’t much conversation, but he did say something about those invisible rocks people left lying around.

Then your sophomore year, he’d sat behind you with his club at the school’s mandatory pep rally. One of his friends had accidentally jostled you and Heather a little too roughly when he was finding his seat and Eddie had apologized on his behalf.

Then last year he’d held the cafeteria door open for you and your friends when you slipped in. That time, you’d been the one to thank him and he had said you’re welcome. Almost unprompted!

So, yeah. Maybe you were a little delusional, it didn’t matter though. What mattered was you were running out of time.

Somehow, Eddie had managed to fail the past two years, allowing you to catch up to him but that meant you were now a senior as well. You’d let the other chances to approach him pass you by because you were too scared of rejection, this was your last chance.

The college acceptance letter you’d received at the start of the week also spurred your bravery, if he rejected you, you only had a few months left until you were on your way to California, there’d be all those states between the two of you.

You had nothing to lose, so today was gonna be the day.

“Yes,” you took a deep breath, slowly exhaling as the determination sank deep into your bones. “I’m gonna tell him.”

“How are you gonna do that?” She cocked her head, the curls of her side ponytail bouncing.

“I’m glad you asked, my friend.” You grabbed her hand, dragging her down the hall to your partially opened locker. You pulled the door open fully to reveal a bouquet of roses, set on top of your books.

Her face wrinkled up in confusion, “You bought yourself flowers again?”

“No.” You glared at her, a hand scratching your head as you hissed out through gritted teeth, “And we promised not to bring that up anymore—these are for Eddie.”

Heather perked up at that, a hand resting over her chest as she fawned, “Dude, that is so cute! When are you gonna give them to him?”

“That’s the thing, I’m not actually going to give them to him directly. I need your help. You’ve got history with him, yeah?”

You already knew she did so it didn’t surprise you when she nodded. You slipped one rose from the bouquet and handed it to her.

“Can you leave this on his desk?”

“Sure! Wow, I can’t believe I get to be part of your love story,” she marveled, twirling the stem between her fingertips.

God, you hoped it’d be a love story and not a tragedy.

“And these are for you.” You pulled out a smaller bouquet of pink roses, and Heather just about burst into tears.

The two of you had been best friends since middle school, and often spent your free time watching corny teen movies, usually living through the main characters of the romance ones. You’d had a couple of almost-boyfriends, in the end you hadn’t been interested in them enough to accept when they’d try to make it official. And Heather simply hadn’t caught the eye of anyone, which was ridiculous to you considering how pretty and nice she was, so you were usually her valentine on Valentine’s Day. This was the first time you actually got her flowers instead of a bunch of chocolates to eat the night away, you’d figured she deserved them.

She’d had a crush on Steve Harrington, but he hadn’t noticed her and ended up dating and getting dumped by Nancy Wheeler. Then he’d dated every other girl except her. You feared your non-existent relationship with Eddie might go the same way.

“Dude,” Heather yanked you in for a hug, squeezing you to the point you thought your ribs might be bruised.

“Uhm. Heather. Ow.”

“Oh, sorry.” She released you, holding you by your shoulders, “Okay, so I just give it to him?”

“No, no, no, no, no. There will be no interactions. Just leave it on his desk.”

“Whatever you say, boss.”

You were about to reply when the first bell cut you off and threw you into a panic, nudging Heather in the direction of the classroom so she could beat Eddie there. Heather took off running once she realized the reason for your worry, only you both failed to remember Eddie was late to everything.

You reluctantly made your way to your first period, plagued by thoughts of Eddie’s reaction to the first rose.

Would he like it? Oh, you hoped he liked it.

What if he thought it was some prank? What if he threw it away? Would he do the same to the rest?

Oh, well. There was no backing out now.

Your carefully thought out plan was put into action. You’d made sure to play sick the last 15 minutes of every class to get an excuse note to the nurse, only you didn’t go to the nurse. Instead, you ran around leaving a rose in Eddie’s various hang outs. One at the creepy old bench you knew he did business at. Two roses with the stems placed through the slits of his locker, three on his windshield wipers, one of the younger students in your art class was in Hellfire with him and after swearing him to secrecy, Will had promised to deliver three to Eddie personally, without revealing your identity.

During lunch, you found yourself behind the stage of the cafeteria, in part of the drama department. It’s where Hellfire took place.

You’d been there a handful of times, only when your curiosity for the metalhead got a little too overwhelming for you and you wanted to feel closer to him without having to face him. It was only ever set up on Fridays, the day Eddie got to school early enough to do so.

You made your way over to sit in the chair closest to his throne, casting it a couple of nervous glances.

This would be where you left the last rose, so of course, everything about the set up, the throne had to look daunting to you now; a representation of how you were seeing Eddie as your confession grew nearer. If things didn’t go as planned, it’d be the last time you could come here.

The thought made your stomach hurt, a large void beginning to form there.

The last rose was much too personal to leave just anywhere, where someone without a key to the room would find it. No one but the Hellfire club would occupy this area today. Attached to the rose with a ribbon was a note with a simple message that meant more to you than you cared to admit. You’d written it when you first came up with your plan at the start of the week and had been debating on whether or not to sign your name since then.

The answer should’ve been obvious, right? This whole thing was to let Eddie know how you felt about him, and your romantic intentions were clear with the red roses. This note would finish implying the rest. And if you wanted Eddie to know it was you who admired him, you just had to write your name.

Yeah, simple as that.

You clicked the pen in your grasp, placing it just over the paper.

You wavered, licking your lips as you tried to convince yourself to just own your goddamn name. That’s all you had to do. Write on the paper.

Just write on the paper.

Your hand was beginning to shake, and with a heavy heart, you realized your name wouldn’t be going on this note.

You weren’t brave enough for that. You set your purple pen down, staring down at the words written in pink ink before you rolled the paper up, making sure the ribbon was secured (you’d used a hole puncher to slip the ribbon through) and left it on the seat of the throne before scurrying out of the room as fast as you could.

—

Eddie was at a loss, completely stupefied.

When he’d arrived at his history class, after having mentally prepared himself for the onslaught of boredom he’d face, he was surprised to find a single rose on his desk. By surprised, he meant incredibly suspicious. A glance around the room confirmed he wasn’t being watched, everyone was gossiping about Emmy Switcher’s upcoming party, so he’d settled into his seat and marveled at it.

Eddie wasn’t one to ever really get things on Valentine’s Day, not counting the mandatory valentine’s cards in elementary and middle school. The last time he’d gotten a card was his first senior year, and it had been a prank by a couple of girls on the softball team and their boyfriends. Embarrassed the shit out of him. The following Valentine’s Day he’d faked being sick to avoid falling victim again—god, he craved affection so much it made him pathetic enough to still hope for something gross and cheesy to happen to him.

A rose was harmless though, right? Unless it was poisoned or something. Eddie lifted it to his nose, but all he could pick up was the seductive floral scent and when he didn’t immediately pass out from chloroform, he figured it was just a rose.

He glanced around again in vain, hoping someone would somehow stick out and when no one did, he held it in his grasp, rough fingertips stroking over the soft petals for the duration of the class.

He’d been stunned when he arrived at his locker to find two roses hanging out of it. A few people were staring at him as he carefully pulled them from their place, but they looked more curious rather than shy or mischievous. He had a feeling whoever was leaving the roses for him wasn’t around.

He refused to leave them in his locker, the stems clutched in his hand as he went about his day and found more. Eddie was more than proud to display them, somewhat smug at the attention they were garnishing him.

Yeah, fuckers. Someone finally liked him. Eat shit.

He’d spent his English class convincing himself he’d never find out exactly who this someone was. He was pretty fucking stressed after that. He tried to come up with a roster of sorts, girls he thought might be interested in him enough to maybe leave him pretty flowers and woo him right out of his Reeboks.

He’d only been able to come up with four—impressive—but his first pick he was quick to scribble out. He hadn’t had a decent interaction with her and he figured it was creepy of him to put her at the top of the list all because of his wishful thinking.

The second girl listed was possible, maybe. Chrissy Cunningham. He’d had a crush on her for as long as he could remember since she was always nice to him. She’d dumped Jason a couple of months ago and he’d been dealing to her for a short amount of time, but she seemed pretty flirty to him. Although, flattery did work on him.

The third name made him nervous, and not in a good way. Tina Sawyer. They’d both got pretty drunk at her Halloween party and hooked up in her bathroom but she avoided him like the plague afterwards, obviously embarrassed about interacting with him, which was typical for the lot of Hawkins.

He’d been sure it was a drunken mistake but sometimes, he’d catch her staring at him, and she didn’t look all that disgusted with him.

The last name on the short list was that of Tammy Thompson. She had made her interest in Eddie pretty clear his junior year, always trying to sit behind him in classes so she could play with his hair. Unfortunately Tammy was very, for the lack of better words, aggressive with her affections. He’d made out with her once and it had been sloppy and messy in the most unattractive of ways. It was like tonguing a dog.. Then he remembered she’d actually been able to graduate, unlike him, so he was spared.

By lunch, Eddie was ready to try to figure out who his secret admirer was. Out of the two remaining girls on his list, he was leaning more towards Chrissy, who he felt wouldn’t be ashamed to hold his hand in public.

He and his lunchbox full of drugs—and some snacks—made their way to the Hellfire lunch table where he spent a significant amount of time studying the two girls.

“Uh, are you okay, Eddie?”

Eddie glanced up at the concerned face of Will Byers, who’d arrived much later than the rest of the guys and Stephanie, one of the two girls in Hellfire. The question drew the attention of the rest of the table and Eddie internally sighed.

“Yeah, I’m fine—what are those?” Eddie asked, eyes honed in on the roses resting on Will’s tray.

The younger teen handed them over, “A girl told me to give you these.”

Eddie felt his heart skip a beat, “You know who she is?”

Will nodded and before Eddie could demand a name, he rushed, “I’ve been sworn to secrecy!”

Eddie scowled, carefully setting aside his roses so they wouldn’t be involved in his annoyance.

“Byers, I’m gonna level with you. I’ve been in this miserable prison for six long years. While I’ve had my fair share of hookups, I have not ever had a girl like me enough to leave me roses and do cute shit before. And I fear I never will again. That’s why I’m actually gonna need you to tell me who it is so I can have a girlfriend by the end of what is supposed to be the most god awful romantic day of the year. ‘Kay?”

Eddie’s eyebrows dart up, face set in an intimidating glower but Will remembers how scared you looked when you trusted him with this task. He also knows, very well, how it feels to love someone without them ever knowing because you fear what their response will be. He’d also seen Eddie eyeing both Chrissy and Tina.

Will knew what it was like to have that special person interested in someone else, too. So, he’d protect your secret.

“I swore.”

Eddie groaned, head dipping forward in a brief moment of defeat before he slammed his fist on the table, making the other occupants jump.

“Whatever, I’ll find her myself.” Just as Eddie stands, an idea occurs to him. Will said he wouldn’t tell him who it was, but the youngest Byers hadn’t said he wouldn’t tell him who it wasn’t, “Is it Tina?”

Will shakes his head, nose wrinkling. Nothing against her, she just wasn’t the nicest to him or his friends. Not the meanest, still.

Eddie breathes out a sigh, mumbling an oh, thank god as he makes his way to the cafeteria doors. That only left one possibility, and he was due to meet up with her in just five minutes. He couldn’t fight the grin off his face.

──

Your heart was racing a mile a minute, having witnessed everything transpire at the Hellfire table.

You’d selected your lunch table four years ago because of the perfect view of Eddie it provided you, but right then it was killing you. You’d ruined your manicure, picking aggressively at the polish as you watched Will and Eddie, breathing out a sigh of relief when it looked like Will hadn’t revealed your identity.

Eddie hadn’t seemed too happy about that.

Then he stormed out and you fought very hard with yourself to not follow after him because then Heather would be right and you’d be a stalker.

“Regret it yet?” Heather asked after she’d swallowed a bite of her sandwich.

“No.” You sorta lied. Yeah, you kind of regretted it but at the same time, knowing Eddie wouldn’t have to let you down gently made you less anxious. Besides, it wasn’t like you could just climb up the stage and duck past the curtain leading to the hellfire room without one of it’s members spotting you from their table. They’d tell Eddie in a heartbeat, especially if they found out the last rose and that damn note was there.

“Sure,” Heather drawled, glancing over her shoulder as you picked at your food, appetite suddenly gone.

Maybe you really should have written your name on that love note.

“Well, I hope you mean it, because Dream Girl is on her way to meet Ice Cream.” Your head snapped up at the mention of Chrissy Cunningham and Eddie’s code names you’d given them so both you and Heather were free to talk without either of them suspecting anything. You referred to Chrissy as Dream Girl because you’d known all about Eddie’s crush on her (while Heather had been depressed about Steve and Nancy, you’d eaten your weight in ice cream over Eddie and Chrissy’s more than friendly interactions with each other, which had nothing to do with Eddie’s code name—he was ‘ice cream�� because you wanted to lick him all over).

Sure enough, you looked over Heather’s shoulder, following her gaze to see Chrissy bidding her friends goodbye before she walked right out of the doors Eddie had pushed past minutes ago and as you watched her exit through the double doors, something inside you withers and dies a bit.

You knew Eddie sold to her (gave her a discount because she was pretty and because of their flirting, hearing him say that made you want to drive a knife right through your chest), you and Heather had followed them out a couple of times which is how you were both aware of the flirtationship.

After the first time you’d spied on them, the two of you had gone back to your home where Heather held a mock funeral for you. Now, you wished it had been a real one because you were sure Eddie had not only loved your roses, he also assumed they were from Chrissy. They would send him right into her arms at that shitty ass bench. And when he’d get a hold of the love note, well, you’d be the reason behind why Eddie and Chrissy would be hand in hand come Monday, canoodling by their lockers and kissing like no one else was watching. All the things Eddie should have been doing with you.

You should have signed your name on the fucking note.

─

Eddie had paced a pathway, disturbing the mounds of fallen leaves surrounding the picnic table.

His stuff, another rose he’d found waiting for him included, was on the table and he’d taken off his jacket, despite the chill of the February air. He was working himself up in his head, overheating in the process.

“Eddie?”

His head shot around, grinning as Chrissy—who apparently left him roses—approached him, face broken out in a smile.

“Hey, Chris.” Eddie’s heart was racing a mile a minute, palms sweaty as he rested them over his hips, then quickly realized he looked stupid so he crossed them instead.

She laughed at his nerves with absolutely no malice and they sat down at the bench, getting down to business. She’d been about to hand him a twenty dollar bill after he slid her the ziploc bag of nugs, but he held up his hand.

“On the house.”

“Eddie, it’s always on the house. I feel bad.”

“Then stop.” He emphasized the demand with bulging eyes, smirking when she giggled. She had to like him, right?

Eddie tried to be discreet about it, plucking one of the roses from his growing pile. He played with the stem, even sniffed the petals again in hopes she’d comment about it, maybe look a little excited about it or just give him any sort of reaction to indicate it had been her.

Chrissy was too busy moving things aside in her backpack to make room for the baggy. When she finally did look back up, she smiled, but gave no hint she was even familiar with them.

“Ooh, pretty flowers. Where’d you get those?”

Was she playing coy?

“Uh, someone’s been leaving them for me all around school.” Was it you?

Chrissy’s face lit up and Eddie thought it was finally the moment of truth.

“That’s so sweet! Do you know who it is? Or is it like a secret admirer sort of deal?”

Evidently, not the moment of truth. She had to be toying with him, trying to prolong the reveal. Because if it wasn’t her, he was out of ideas. And he really, really didn’t want to be out of ideas. Not when there was someone out there, maybe thinking about him.

“I actually have no idea who it is,” he sighed out, hoping, if it was her, she’d just put him out of his damn misery already.

Chrissy glanced down at the table and Eddie perked up. Nerves? Was she finally gonna come out with it?

“It wasn’t me, Eddie…but, I wish it had been.”

Eddie didn’t know what to say, mouth dropped open a little as his eyebrows quirked up in surprise.

Okay. Hadn’t been expecting that. He was expecting a yes it was me or a no it wasn’t me but not Chrissy confirming it hadn’t been her while also telling him she liked him.

“So, you haven’t been leaving them for me?”

Chrissy shook her head and reached across the table to place her smaller hand over his, palm warm against his skin. Eddie’s eyes squeezed shut as he groaned, head falling forward to rest against the table.

“Eddie?” Chrissy asked, concern lacing her voice.

He let out a very long sigh, a little miffed at how messy this whole thing had gotten. Now, there was his, Chrissy’s and someone else’s feelings in the mix. Christ.

“‘M’sorry, Chrissy.” Eddie sat up straight, face grim as he slowly pulled his hand out from underneath hers. “You’re great, fantastic, actually. You’re really nice and really pretty, but… I’ve been going crazy all day, trying to figure out who’s behind these.”

He gestures to the roses at his side, the sight of them filling him with an intense wave of longing.

“It’s been like years since I’ve gotten anything with real meaning behind it for any occasion—” he wasn’t counting the hellfire club or Wayne, referring to romantic intentions—“let alone Valentine’s Day, and someone in this school seems to be thinking about me.”

Eddie thought about what it must have taken to do something like this, it may have seemed like a trivial thought, something simple to others. He knew it wasn’t. He had no idea who it was, but he put himself in their position. They had to know enough about him to know his schedule, where he spent time, and then make the time to leave them in those spots just before he got there.

He’d spent the time waiting for Chrissy considering the anonymity of it. On the chance it wasn’t her, there was someone else in the school who was too afraid to approach him directly. He’d thought it might be out of fear of being seen with him, seen doing anything remotely romantic with him. Then, why even bother? They had to be afraid of his reaction, it’s what he would be nervous about if the positions were flipped.

And god, he’d never felt more alive before, more seen and all it took was a couple of roses. He felt like those fawning girls in John Hughes movies.

“Before today, I never would have approached you about this, you know? I know we flirt, but I never would have been brave enough to cross that line.” He admitted, looking into her shiny blue eyes. Aw, man. Eddie hated making girls cry but it was true, he would have been waiting for her to make a move, or for Tina to make a move. Any of his past hookups, really. He’d have been with any of them—having craved affection and everything that came with it so bad—if they had just been the ones to initiate things on a more permanent basis.

He would have. Past tense. They could all form a conga line and confess their undying love for him but, unless they were the one who left him the roses—the one who made him brave enough to actually go around confronting people in an attempt to seek her out—he’d let them down.

“She made me brave, makes me feel really wanted and I don't even know who she is. It’s not you, it’s just─”

“I’m not her.” Chrissy finished for him, wiping under one of her eyes. “It’s alright, Eddie. I mean, I’m obviously a little sad, but it’s not your fault or hers. I do hope you find her, though. She’d be lucky to have you.”

She gave Eddie a sad smile, making him feel even guiltier but it’d be pretty shitty of him to try to be with her when he’d be thinking of someone else.

“Thanks, Chrissy.” Eddie stood up and gathered his things. It was clear she was upset and would probably need some time to gather herself, he didn’t want to force her to leave first or linger around and make it awkward.

He left her with a small, parting smile, relieved that he hadn’t charged her. Would have felt like a douchebag to make her pay for weed and turn her down in the span of five minutes when she’d been nothing but pleasant to him.

Eddie shook it off, determination setting in once more. Sure, he was back to the drawing board, but if all else failed, he could corner young Byers again until he finally gave him a name.

He’d come up with a pretty good list of ways he could force Will to give up the name by the time school let out and he got to the Hellfire room.

It wasn’t until he set his little bouquet and the lunchbox down (he didn’t bother with backpacks, just shoved whatever he needed in his pants pockets or the box), walking around the throne in a circle like some fucking animal because he was so restless, that he saw the rose.

The flash of white had caught his eyes and he dove down to grab it, trying to be as careful with pulling the piece of paper away from the stem of the rose, only he realized whoever left it had hole punched the thing together so he ripped the ribbon with his teeth rather than rip the note.

The ribbon was stuffed into his back pocket as he eagerly sat himself down, rose clutched in one hand and the note in his other.

Eddie,

Please excuse my lack of eloquence in this note and also in our real life encounters.

Eddie felt a shiver of excitement wash over his skin, cheeks a bright shade of pink at the confirmation he’d indeed interacted with his secret admirer before. Fuck, she’d talked to him! It made her feel even more real.

She was a real person, someone he could probably hold hands with and kiss. Unless, this was done in a purely platonic way which would be a little fucked up. Red roses to be friends? C’mon. He read on.

I hoped you liked the flowers. I was actually debating on getting you different ones, something a little more personalized to you, but I ended up going with roses because, well, they convey romance better.

Eddie leaned over the arm of the throne, sagging back as he allowed himself to completely collapse with relief. Just for a few seconds, then his eyes were glued to the pink penmanship.

I’m trying really hard not to sound creepy because I’m totally not creepy and I know what you're thinking, ‘that’s what a creep would say’ but I swear I’m not, I just. I admire you. A lot. I have for so, so long. I admire the way you keep going, even when things are absolute shit for you, I like how you watch out for the underclassmen that come in and don’t really have anywhere to go. I like the way you dress, how pretty your hair is (even when it’s frizzy which is so unfair), how passionate you get with your rants (even though sometimes you’re an asshole about it).

And I like your laugh I LOVE your laugh. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had what feels like the worst fucking day of my life and I’m ready to breakdown and cry and scream, but I don’t. Because I can hear you laugh your ass off at something one of your friends said in the cafeteria, by your locker or even when you’re just walking past me. And I wish I was there, laughing alongside you or making you laugh. I don’t know how your laughter makes me feel better, it just does. I get all smiley and I feel warm inside and I want to give you a hug for it, for making me feel better without even trying.

But I can’t. You kind of scare me. Not in the mean, scary way, I’m just not sure you’ll like me. Or that it’ll go anywhere, or even if it should.

You’re so confident, Eddie. And you’re stupid attractive (you are, and I’m sure you’re aware but I’ll go ahead and tell you I’m also physically attracted to you) and it’s so overwhelming that I can’t contain it anymore and I don’t really want to. We only have a couple of months before we’re out of here (I have a feeling this is gonna be your year, you’ll be free of this sentence, too), and I don’t want to have any regrets. The only way I’d ever regret you is by not telling you how I feel.

So, here I am, Eddie Munson. Never thought I’d ever be confessing like this, but for the first time in my life, I feel brave. And it’s all because of you. Thank you, Eddie. I’ll be running around— dodging teachers and detention write ups— like Rocky in his training montages to get these roses to you because you deserve your flowers and I’d be delighted to give them to you today, and every single Valentine’s Day after. Actually, I want to give you even more than that. If you’ll have me.

Love,

What the fuck?

Eddie hastily searched the bottom portion of the back side of the paper, where the note ended for a signature, a name, initials, something but that’s where it ended.

There was no name.

“NO! FUCK! NO! No, no, no, no, NO! I’ll have you, take me, just tell me who you are!” Eddie groaned out, note dropped into his lap so he could clench the roots of his hair with both fists as he doubled over.

This had to be a nightmare. It was the only reasonable explanation for someone to say all those wonderfuckingful things, just for them to disappear.

His heart hurt and he blinked frantically to ward off the onslaught of water and sniffed to deter the tingle in his nose.

The unmistakable sound of his own little rat pack making their way towards the room wasn’t enough to get him to pull himself together.

“Eddie, dude, are you okay?”

Eddie recalled his final option, head shooting to glance around at their faces in search of one in particular.

“Byers. Where’s Byers?”

“His mom picked him up after lunch, wasn’t feeling good,” Mike informed him, completely unaware his grand Valentine’s gesture for Jane had been the cause of his sudden illness.

It was the final straw for Eddie, he snatched the lunchbox and flowers and grumbled out, “Sessions canceled.”

He must have looked pissed as none of them protested, probably having something to do with most of them having dates afterwards.

He almost made it out of the room when Gareth called him back, holding up a purple pen he’d found on the table and figured Eddie was about to forget.

“Is this yours?”

Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“No.” Then he walked out.

Before promptly storming back in, swiping the pen out of Gareth’s meaty hands. Eddie clicked the pen and scribbled furiously over the side of his fist until the ink finally ran. It wasn’t purple. The ink filler was pink.

His secret admirer’s pen.

“What a cruel parting gift,” he sighed, shoving the pen in his pocket before making his exit. Again.

The really sad thing was Eddie couldn’t even sink into depression in the peace of his room. Emmy Switcher had approached Rick about wanting some herbal refreshments at her party and since he was still under house arrest (how Rick managed to deal and supply in his circumstances baffled him) the job fell upon Eddie. He’d driven to Rick’s restocked, then hit the party.

It was a horn fest, couples everywhere he looked. All heart-eyed and attached at the tongue. It was disgusting.

Eddie was pouting, quietly fuming that it wasn’t him and his secret admirer making out or cuddling or doing something equally romantic but noooooo. Just had to take the ‘secret’ aspect to its extreme.

He banished himself to a dark corner, only interacting with people when approached for drugs or weed. He’d caught sight of Chrissy and it had looked like she wanted to come over but he’d purposely shifted his gaze. Despite the gaping hole left where his heart was, it wasn’t Chrissy or Tina, or the girl in the upstairs restroom, who’d thrown herself at him when he’d been searching for a free bathroom to piss in, that he wanted. Eddie wasn’t in the mood to rebound.

Which was kind of crazy considering he hadn’t even been in a relationship, hadn’t been dumped. He wanted everything in that note, especially the promise of more and only with its author.

Now, Eddie hadn’t been in love before. Some serious lust and want, yeah, however, reading that note made him feel like he was falling a little bit in love and he wanted, very badly, to dive headfirst the rest of the way. Clearly, that wasn’t going to happen.

Once he’d sold out the rest of Rick’s inventory, he stole a beer and headed for the front door.

Once outside, Eddie took a minute to breathe. He hadn’t realized how stuffy it had been in there until he was no longer engulfed by the claustrophobic displays of affection.

He trudged down the pathway and paused when he saw the figure of a girl sitting on the lawn. Her head was directed down towards the ground and she was most definitely not wearing the right clothes for the outside weather.

Eddie cursed under his breath, plans to immediately drive home and get crossed put on hold as he walked over, noting the dew already coating the grass.

“Hey, you okay?”

─

Drinking your sorrows away probably wasn’t the best idea, considering how much of a lightweight you were.

Originally, you’d wanted to lock yourself away in your room for the night—and probably the rest of the weekend as well as maybe the next school week; nothing wrong with playing sick to avoid facing reality and your problems─to cry and pass out. Heather, on the other hand, had plans for you. She’d dolled you up, having to force you to wash your face and re-do your makeup once when you had started crying—put you in a cute outfit and dragged you to Emmy Switcher’s party.

You knew her intentions were pure—as pure as underage drinking could be—but she knew her mistake when the party started to couple up. You’d been approached multiple times and she’d try to encourage you to go for the decent acting ones, you just hadn’t wanted to. When Chrissy Cunningham showed up, you’d gone for shots of the hard liquor (over the sink of course in case you gagged it up, which you did a decent amount of), sure that Eddie would soon follow and you’d be forced to witness their affection.

Obviously, you ended up shitfaced and somehow lost track of Heather. Or maybe she lost track of you. You’d very briefly attempted to find her, accidentally spotted Chrissy, now making eyes at Eddie who’d shown up, and you’d promptly headed outside, eager for some fresh air and an escape from the madhouse. The high alcohol level in your blood kept you from feeling how chilly it really was and you settled into the grass, twirling strands of it around your fingers.

You weren’t sure how long you were out there when someone approached you.

“Hey, you okay?”

You looked up, ready to ask them to just leave you when you locked eyes with Eddie Munson. Most of the liquid courage coursing through your veins evaporated, you couldn’t look at him for long, gaze moving back to the grass. What a way to start sobering up.

“I’m fine.”

“You sure? ‘Cause,” Eddie sat down next to you, one leg crossed and his other, knee up with his arm resting over it. His unopened beer was at his side, “You’re outside, alone, in the cold and you look pretty fucking sad.”

You scoffed, fingers still playing with the strands of grass as you tried to think of something to say that wouldn’t make you seem pathetic. In that time, Eddie took you in.

He knew you, he’d seen you around school and you were nice enough to greet him. Pleasantries in passing. Pretty Hallway Girl, as you’d been dubbed—though never referred to as—until he knew your name. It had been the first one he had jotted down on his list for his secret admirer’s identity, of course he realized with your lack of interactions, it wasn’t likely. He entertained the idea of dating you often, you’d just never shown any real interest in him. Eddie thought about it a lot. Anytime he caught sight of you, really. Your pretty face didn’t make it easy for him to stop. He was a really, really big sucker for your eyes and that smile you’d give him during those brief interactions; like the two of you had some sort of secret between each other. Warmed him up inside.

And here you were, all sad at a party. He didn’t really mind not getting crossed if it meant he got to comfort you, keep you company.

“I’m just drunk,” you finally blurted out, unable to come up with anything else, “And bummed.”

Try devastated.

“You look it,” he joked, nudging his shoulder against yours.

“You don’t look that much better.” You shot back.

“That’s fair,” he sighed, breath visible in the night air as he tilted his head back. “I’m pretty bummed, myself.”

You really didn’t want to ask, figuring he’d already had some sort of lover’s quarrel with Chrissy and you didn’t want to get in the middle of it.

But you were an idiot, so you asked, “Why are you bummed?”

You watched him dig around the pockets of his leather jacket, pulling out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes. He pulled one out of the pack, clenching it in between his teeth as he shoved the pack back into the pocket before he shrugged off the jacket entirely—denim vest included—putting it around your shoulders.

It caught you off guard but you were grateful, your body having decided to become once more susceptible to the chill of the air and dewy grass. Eddie must have been a freaking space heater because the lining inside was blissfully warm.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, shimmying around in it until you could slip your arms into the long sleeves of it, your fingers barely poking past the hem.

“You’re welcome,” he shrugged, flicking the lighter to life as he lit the cigarette. After he’d taken a drag, he answered you.

“Love,” Eddie blew out along with a wispy plume of smoke, “Didn’t expect it to be so complicated.”

You wanted to mime the action of staking yourself in the heart. Of course he was in love with her. She was wonderful! And on top of that, he thought she’d been the one leaving him roses! Had he read the note? Assumed it was her, too? DUH! You were definitely playing sick next week.

“Yeah, well. Join the club,” you grumbled, hugging his jacket around you. It was as close as you were ever gonna get to actually hugging him.

Eddie raised an eyebrow, hoping to school his disappointment. While he wasn’t looking for anyone else tonight, it was still displeasing to hear you were taken but of course you were. He couldn’t imagine you dating sporadically, you seemed much too wonderful for someone to even consider giving you up. No, he was gonna hurt himself with ideas involving you and a high school sweetheart stemming back to your freshman days, probably.

“Ah, I see. Is he here?”

You froze for a moment, “Uhm, yeah. He is.”

“Then why come? Or did it happen in there?” He jabbed a thumb behind him, gesturing to the party inside.

“No, it didn’t happen tonight, it was earlier. In the day. I didn’t really want to come but my best friend dragged me out here. I thought I was doing good, apparently not ‘cause here I am. I’m mostly bummed because of myself, though. I didn’t follow through on something I sort of promised myself and I messed everything up. For me. Not for him. I think he’s pretty happy, so I don’t want to ruin that. He deserves to be happy.”

Eddie could tell you meant it, you were vague as hell but whatever you’d done, however it ended, you genuinely seemed to want your boyfriend (ex-boyfriend?) to be happy. He hoped it wasn’t something you had to cave into for one of those meatheads. You deserved better than those jerks.

“That’s pretty selfless of you if you ask me,” Eddie raised the cigarette to his lips, admiring you.

“Eh, I guess. I fully plan on punishing myself for it, though. Really make sure to rub the salt in there, you know?” You finally turned to grin at him, despite the sinking feeling in your stomach.

Eddie thought about how he couldn’t just stop going to school so he could avoid having to look at all the faces in the crowds and wonder if his admirer is one of them.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m right there with you.”

Sweetheart. He really was trying to kill you.

“Eddie, get your ass in there and make up with her.” You lightly slapped his arm and jabbed your finger in the direction of the house. You were not about to let your sacrifice be in vain and he’d better stop unknowingly torturing you like this.

“I can’t!” He laughed, amused with your sudden bossy attitude.

“Why not?” You whined, eager to just get him away from you. It wasn’t fair, he wasn’t being fair.

“Because I have no idea who she is.”

Once again you froze, eyes widening. Luckily for you, Eddie didn’t look too much into your reaction. He figured most people would be surprised over him nursing a heartbreak from someone he didn’t quite actually know, or was aware that he knew.

“What?” You asked, trying to seem as uninterested as possible as you played with the ends of his jacket sleeves.

“Fuck it. Someone left me roses all around the school and this really amazing love note.” For a moment, Eddie entertained the idea of trying to convey exactly what it meant to him, then he thought better of it. He’d either seem crazy, desperate or like some pathetic guy in love (which, he kind of was on the cusp of), “Pretty sure it was a girl.”

Not a single dude in the high school was romantic enough to pull it off, maybe leave him an entire bouquet, but not expand upon it like she had.

Eddie licked his lips, raising the cigarette to them once more and ready to admit that he had no fucking clue who she was, but he figured he might as well make one last rally.

“Wouldn’t happen to be you, would it?”

“Not me,” you lied flawlessly, with a gentle shake of your head. “Sorry, Eddie.”

Sorry I’m a big liar because HOLY FUCKING SHIT, wasn’t expecting that.

“I figured. Still had to try, your boyfriend probably would have kicked my ass, though.” Yeah, Eddie hated Valentine’s Day.

He stubbed the cigarette out into the wet grass, and laid the rest of the way down, hands covering his eyes as the back of his head met the ground.

You frowned down at him.

“I don’t have a boyfriend.”

Hello.

Eddie peaked at you through his fingers, “No?”

You shook your head and as Eddie moved to push himself back up, he yelped.

He shifted onto his side, digging around his pocket for whatever it was that stabbed him.

“Ouch,” He hissed, yanking the purple pen out. “Damn, that hurt like a bitch.”

Your eyes squinted at it in suspicion.

“Is that my pen?”

“Huh?”

“My favorite—and pricey—pen. I lost it at school today.” In fact, you were sure you had and you were sure that was your pen. You’d broken off the clip of it by accident and you recognized the large crack in the body of it, having once given into an intrusive thought regarding whether or not you had the strength to break it while you were bored in class. You did have the strength and luckily for you, it still worked.

When Eddie made no move to give your pen back, you figured he didn’t believe you so you added, “The ink is pink, right?”

Eddie continued to stare at you, mouth slightly parted in awe, and you suddenly felt very nervous, glancing behind you to see if there was something that caught his attention but all you could see were the empty lawns.

“What?”

He finally blinked, licking his lips again.

“You’re a really good liar.”

“What?” You repeated, this time your question was laced more so with confusion than panic. He was right, but why was he saying that?

His lips slowly parted up at the corners until he was grinning at you so wide, his dimples were showing and you could feel your heart beating wildly against your rib cage, as if it was trying to break free to fly right over to him.

“This is your pen?”

“Yes!” Is that what his happiness was about? That he was holding your prized pen hostage?

“This is your pen?” You could tell he was having fun at your expense now, getting more giddy by the minute.

“Yes!” You laughed out, his joy contagious even if he was teasing you with your own belongings. “That is my pen. Give me my pen!”

He clicked it closed with his thumb, “I found it where we hold Hellfire sessions, same pen that was used to write my love note.”

And just like that, your heartbeat seemed to stop all together, smile dropping instantly as you wished a giant hole could form in the ground below you and swallow you up.

“That’s not my pen,” you denied, shrugging off his jacket as you quickly rose to your feet. “I gotta go, bye, Eddie.”

When you saw him starting to hastily rise, you bolted, literally running back into the house to try to find Heather and get the hell out of there.

You heard Eddie frantically calling your name but you didn’t stop, forcing your way through the bodies as you desperately searched for your best friend.

Luck was finally on your side because you were soon smashed into her back by a passing group.

“Whoa,” she laughed, turning to steady you, “There you are, I’ve been searching for you everywh—hey, what’s wrong?”

You were sure she must have noticed the panic on your face, eyes shiny with tears you refused to let fall in public.

“I wanna go home, we have to leave.” You grabbed her hand, pulling her into a secluded corner as your head darted in the direction of the front door. You wanted to make a run for it but you feared running into Eddie on the way.

“What happened?” Heather asked, voice initially soft before hardening as her protective nature came out, “Did someone do something?”

You shook your head, chest heaving with your breaths. You were so close to having a panic attack.

“Eddie. He knows. He knows, Heather.” And because she was your best friend, she understood, mouth and eyes going wide.

“Holy crap. Wait—isn’t this what you wanted?”

“No—yes—I don’t know! I can’t face him!” There was a reason you hadn’t written your name down on the note, regardless of how badly you wanted to. You were just scared.

“Why not?” She bent down, leaned in closer to hear you. This girl and her twenty questions.

“It doesn’t matter, he didn’t want it to be me, anyways. He would’ve asked earlier, and he only did it now because of that stupid pen!” You should have kept your mouth shut and just gone to buy another over the weekend, “Can we just please get out of here? We can try the side gate in the backyard.”

“Is Eddie looking for you?”

“Yes, that’s why we have to leave!” Whatever Eddie had to say, you didn’t want to hear it. Yeah, maybe he could want you but if he didn’t, was searching for you to let you down gently you’d be heartbroken.

“He knows and you don’t think he wanted it to be you?”

“Yes!”

“Then why would he be looking for you?”

You refused to answer her, pushing her towards the back door instead. She went willingly for a few steps, then Heather stopped and you bumped into her back again as she craned her neck to look over her shoulder.

“I think it's too late for that.” She pointed at something behind you and you followed her finger.

Eddie was standing on top of the kitchen table a bunch of guys had carried into the living room to play beer pong on, eyes searching the room with his lips set in a frown.

He was attracting attention, a multitude of heads turning to peer up at him in curiosity.

Oh, god. He was looking for you, you were probably going to get rejected at a fucking Valentine’s Day party in some stranger’s living room.

Eddie must have caught the attention of someone near the sound system because the volume of the music was lowered and you could hear everyone muttering amongst themselves, asking what had happened to the music before they noticed Eddie.

He glanced around, not even a little nervous at the amount of people staring at him. He hadn’t planned on making a huge show of it, figured they were all too drunk to pay him any attention, luckily he was used to being a spectacle.

Eddie used it to his advantage, calling out your full name.

The crowd muttered, everyone looking at each other in confusion or maybe trying to catch sight of you.

It wasn’t long before someone recognized you, head turning in your direction, followed by many more—a domino effect—until just about everyone was staring at you, including Eddie.

He hopped off the table and made his way towards you, crowd parting to allow him. Heather slipped her hand into yours at your side, giving you a reassuring squeeze before she too stepped away, leaving you to finally face Eddie.

Eddie didn’t look at anyone else, gaze trained solely on you.

“Hi, again.”

You blinked, unable to keep yourself from glancing at the crowd around you, curious—nosey—to see what would happen next.

Guess you were going to have to finally face reality, no more running. You didn’t think you could break through the crowd, anyways.

“Hi,” you whispered but you knew Eddie had heard you, his lips pursed into a smile, eyes lighting up when you didn’t shut down.

“You ran away before I could tell you how I feel.” Eddie took another step, pretty much invading your personal space but he was desperate to be close to you and maybe body block you in case you tried to flee. He didn’t want you to run away again, to disappear like he feared you had when you hadn’t left your name on the note.

“It’s only fair, right? Since I know?”

You nodded again, the drum of your heartbeat loud in your ears. You were surprised you could hear Eddie over it.

Eddie stared down at you, lips pressed into a thin line, but he didn’t look upset or frustrated. It looked like he was thinking about something.

Little did you know he was reciting the note in his head to give him some courage, he’d memorized it.

He didn’t leave you waiting for long.

“I admire you. A lot.” Your breath hitched as the words you’d jotted down were repeated to you, “So much that I want to stand on expensive looking, antique tables and crash parties for you. I like the way you get animated when you talk, the way you give into your intrusive thoughts at the most random of times—yeah, I saw you trying to see if your finger fit in the pencil sharpener in the library once—I like how kind you are, even when people don’t deserve it.

“I like how you’ve never made me feel ostracized, never made anybody feel like that and I like how dramatic you are—storming off, making an exit, falling flat on your face in hallways then staying there like a dead body before you decide to reanimate again once you’re done being embarrassed. I like how you beat up your locker when it won’t open and then you give it a couple of pats to apologize once it finally does.”

Eddie chuckled at those particular memories, having been thoroughly amused when watching you and you feel your face get hot at being the cause of his cute laugh.

“And I really like your face, your pretty eyes, all of this,” Eddie gestured to you, to all of you from head to toe, “… you’re beautiful. Although, I gotta say, you drove me really fucking crazy today. Made me feel emotions I didn’t know I was capable of feeling and you scared the shit out of me when I thought I’d never get to know who the person I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love with is.”

Okay, maybe you didn’t want the ground to swallow you whole.

“I know we only have a couple of months left of school and you’re probably going off to continue being amazing at some college in some big city a million miles away—‘cause that’s my luck—but I’m willing to work with that. I want to drive those million miles to give you flowers and hold your hand, kiss you, listen to you complain about your bad days, hear you brag about your good ones, kill all the bugs you’re afraid of—even though some of them freak me out, you make me feel brave, too—and just be all around disgustingly domestic with you.

“And yes, that includes all the not so fun domestic stuff like fights—which we’ll get over, I’ll do just about anything, even cave first, if you give me those big, coy eyes of yours—and taxes. I want to do it all with you. If you’ll have me.” Eddie ended, eyes wide and just a little out of breath.

There it was. He’d thrown it all out there, everything he wanted to offer (because he wanted to give you everything, even though it kind of terrified him).

And you—you were just staring at him, left to gape at him since you’d expected… well, you hadn’t really known what to expect since you usually ran from the consequences—be they good or bad—of your actions.

He wanted to be with you. Holy crap, Eddie Munson wanted to be your boyfriend. Wanted to do boyfriend things like visit you at college and hold your hand. You’d thought, the whole time, it had just been you observing him. You never thought he’d be observing you, too. It all sounded too good to be true, you couldn’t really think, couldn’t really form words.

You didn’t have to, Eddie grew anxious, maybe even a little impatient despite having decided the moment you’d run away from him in the front yard that he’d chase after you for as long as it took him to get you to give him a chance.

He found himself blurting out his strongest desire, “Can I kiss you?”

This was it, you were faced with another opportunity, and this one was the actual last opportunity you had to tell him how you feel, without any anonymity. No more hiding, no more running.

“Yeah,” you breathed out and he was on you before you’d even finished saying that singular word, his surprisingly soft lips pressing desperately against yours as his hands moved to frame your face, one of his thumbs stroking along your cheek.

Your eyelids fluttered shut as you returned the kiss and just like that, what he intended to be a simple but firm kiss, turned into your lips moving against each other, a little wet and enough to have Eddie want to pop his leg up like in the fucking movies.

The only reason he kept himself from introducing his tongue to yours like he so badly wanted to was the sounds of encouragement around him; cheering and hollering. You broke away, having also heard your peers whooping and wolf whistling, to hide your face in his chest, bashfulness returning full force.

Eddie laughed and kissed the top of your head, unable to contain his grin and joy. He definitely wasn’t used to this, more accustomed to jeering, not cheering. A couple of people even clapped him on the shoulder.

“You know what, I think they’re rooting for us, sweetheart.”

You pulled away just enough to look up at him, offering a small, pleased smile of your own.

“They’re not the only ones.”

Well, he had to give you some tongue for that one. The cheering and sounds of excitement got louder as he did.

— You hadn’t walked into school hand in hand with Eddie when Monday came around—though you’d spent pretty much the entire weekend with him, driving around town, lounging around your room (he’d come in through your window) and making out—he hadn’t mentioned anything about meeting up in the parking lot and you weren’t offended in the slightest. While you wanted to see him, you appreciated the extra time to calm your excited nerves before you did.

Heather ran up to you the second you made it to your locker, grin stretching from ear to ear.

“I still can’t believe it. It didn’t even happen to me and I’m pinching myself because of how romantic it was!”

“Imagine how I feel,” You were all smiles as you turned the combination for your locker. But of course, since it was openly known as one of, if not, the shittiest of lockers in the school—having belonged to several wrestlers and football players before you, who’d evidently cared for it on the rough side—it didn't budge when you tugged at it.

You wouldn’t miss it when you graduated.

With a sigh, you pulled the straps of your backpack off of your shoulders and handed it to Heather. Then, you yanked aggressively at the small locker handle. It was your routine though, so you knew it wouldn’t open then, either. It was only when you slammed your fist against it, after all the yanking, that it opened.

Roses immediately flooded out of it, piling onto the ground at your feet. You and Heather watched with open mouths, glancing at passersby, who also looked on in surprise, until your stuffed locker finally finished its floral avalanche.

“Like ‘em?”

You jumped up, and then internally scolded yourself for almost trampling a couple of your flowers. You carefully twisted around to face Eddie, who was leaning back against the row of lockers behind you, smug smirk on his handsome face.

“Yeah, what are all of these for?” You asked, still marveling at them as he pushed himself off the lockers to wrap his arms around your middle and press a kiss to the side of your head.

“I realized I never got to ask you to be my Valentine or give you flowers. So, I bought some Saturday morning,” They were on sale so he’d gone purposely overboard, “used my uncle’s collection of mugs as vases to keep them alive, then woke up at the asscrack of dawn this morning to get here before you did. I probably broke your locker even more, by the way. So, be my Valentine?”

“I’m pretty sure it was part of the terms and agreements of our relationship, but yes. I’ll be your Valentine.”

Eddie closed your locker for you, pressing his weight against it to make sure it was secure and no more roses would escape before he scooped up the ones that had fallen out, arranging them into a large bouquet which he handed to you, leaning in to give you a kiss.

You hummed happily against his lips, nose wrinkling in glee when you felt him smile.

Eddie let out a content sigh when you parted before glancing to his side at your gawking best friend.

“Hey, Heather.” Eddie wasn’t at all bothered by the audience. “Nice shoes.”

“Thanks! They’re new. You done sucking face?”

“For now,” he promised, then turned his attention back to you. “I’ll see you later, beautiful. I’ve got a test to barely pass. Gotta make sure I walk that stage with you.”

Eddie pinched your cheek, pressed another kiss to your forehead and rushed off down the hall. You’d barely locked eyes with Heather when Eddie came running back, taking your face in his hands as he muttered something about one more and gave you a kiss that had you a little shaky on your feet.

‘One more’ actually turned out to mean a couple more pecks before he really forced himself away, blowing you a kiss just as he disappeared around the corner.

“He’s whipped,” Heather stated.

“Pretty sure I’m falling in love with him.”

“That’s appropriate.” You both nodded before you turned to face your closed locker, arms full of sweet smelling roses.

“. . . You still need to get your books, don’t you?”

“Yeah.”

Heather slid her arms through the straps of your backpack, over her front, so she could hold your flowers for you as you prepared to battle your locker again. It was totally worth it.

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Eddie never ended up giving you your pen back, it’s the one he used to write love letters to you while you were away at college.

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forays-into-fiction · 2 years ago

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Rise and Shine

You and Eddie have been dating for a while now, moved in to your own place, really settled in. You prefer to wear as little clothing as possible, especially in these warmer months, but that might not always be the best idea.

Request fill for Anon, hope you like it.

Minors DNI

Contains: Slight Dom!Eddie/Sub!Reader, Slight Rockstar!Eddie/Reader, Petnames (Babe, Sweetheart), Finger Sucking, Unprotected Sex, Public Sex, Degradation/Name-calling (Slut)

With summer creeping in and the nights getting warmer you had begun to forgo even more of your clothing than usual, not that Eddie had any complaints about it, particularly when it led to most mornings starting with soft, sleepy sex before breakfast.

The freedom of living in your own apartment was a godsend, not that you didn’t like Eddie’s uncle Wayne, but it was beginning to get cramped in that trailer of theirs. Living there also meant donning more clothing than you’d like for the sake of modesty, but all that was a thing of the past.

This morning in particular you had awoken, hands reaching out in search of your boyfriend, but you were met with the empty expanse of cool sheets instead. Groaning and rising bleary-eyed you only just register the faint sounds of a guitar from the living room. Your back pops as you stretch your arms out overhead and make your way to the bedroom door in nothing but your bra and panties.

Trudging past the living room into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from your eyes you mumble, “G’mornin Eds.”

The guitar stops suddenly with an unexpected twang of the strings as you’re filling the kettle.

“Uhhh… babe…” Eddie gasps.

You reply without turning, “Yeah? Want a coffee?”

“No… babe.” He persists, sounding slightly panicked

You continue reaching for your mug, the cannister of coffee, going through the motions, “What’s up?”

“Y/N turn around.” He hisses. You do and spot the rest of his band all sitting around the coffee table.

“Oh fuck…” You scramble to duck behind the counter as they chuckle at you, “… uhhhh good morning, guys.” You call out with a wince.

“Oh no, it is a great morning.” Gareth replies cheekily, only to be met with Eddie’s ringed hand clapping him across the back of the head.

“Oww. Hey, geez watch the hardware, Munson.”

“Watch what you say to my girlfriend, Emerson.” He retorts.

“What? All I said was it’s a great morning.” He feigns innocence.

Eddie sends a glare his way in response.

Peering over the counter you see Eddie shrugging off his shirt, balling it up and tossing it over to you.

“Thank you.” You shout out as you slip his shirt over your head before reappearing.

“So, uh… umm sorry for… interrupting. Has Eddie offered you guys anything to eat or drink?” You try to move past the incident without comment.

“No, he hasn’t. Such terrible host that boyfriend of yours.” Jeff answers for the group as they shake their heads.

“I can make breakfast for all of us if you’re hungry, I can do pancakes, or eggs and bacon or French toast-”

Gareth cuts you off, “I think we all know what Eddie would rather be eating.”

“Jesus Christ dude shut up!” He gives him a shove.

In hopes of dispelling the tension, you try a different topic, “So, uh what brings you fine gentlemen ‘round this time of the morning?”

“Didn’t Eddie tell you?” Clarke speaks up for the first time.

“Shit, no I forgot.” Eddie gasps.

“Yeah, clearly…” You gesture down to your torso.

“Sorry babe.” He replies sheepishly, “Corroded Coffin booked a new gig. We wanted to go over some of our stuff, revise the set list, practice a bit you know.”

“Oh my god babe, that’s amazing!” You move to go to him but falter after the first step, “Pants… I need pants. One sec.”

You scurry back to the bedroom and pull on your own clothes, returning carrying Eddie’s shirt loosely in your hand. You pass it back to him and he pulls it on over his head. You lay a kiss on the crown of his head as his shirt settles over him and plop down on the couch beside him.

“I am so proud of you,” you beam at him before turning to the rest of the guys, “of all of you!”

They mutter a bashful chorus of thanks in response.

“Really though, are you guys hungry or thirsty or anything? ‘Cause I’m making coffee and pancakes for me.” You ask before rising from the couch.

They all mumble various words of assent and you get to work as they return to their earlier discussions and practice.

You lay out everything on the dining table before calling them all over. They tuck in eagerly and you begin, “So, tell me more about this gig, guys.”

“Well, it’s at The Patio, we may be able to get a standing gig if this one goes well.” Eddie answers piling pancakes onto his plate.

“I’m sure it’ll be great. You guys get the setlist figured out?”

“Yep, think we got it all sorted, right?” He looks to the guys and they agree.

“Yep, think we’re good, man” Gareth supplies.

“You want some cream with that babe? We all know how much you love your… cream.” You tease with a smirk, offering Eddie the canister of whipped cream.

Gareth snorts as Eddie reaches out for it, “What?” he asks puzzled.

Jeff tries to hide his smirk behind his coffee as Clarke chuckles, “Cream.”

Eddie looks over at you noticing your smirk, “… oh, not you too babe. They got you teasing me now too? You seemed to quite enjoy my fondness for cream just a couple of nights ago.”

“Oh, I’m not complaining babe, I love how much you love… cream.”

“Shut up…”

“Awww, come on Eds don’t pout. So, when’s the show? Am I invited?” You poke his arm playfully.

“Not if you keep bullying me.” He stabs at his pancakes.

“Oh, don’t listen to ‘im y/n, of course you’re invited.” Jeff adds.

“It’s this Wednesday at seven.” Gareth mumbles swallowing his mouthful of food.

“I will be there.”

Wednesday comes around quickly and you find yourself at The Patio in the perfect spot right by the stage watching Eddie and the guys introduce themselves.

The crowd gives an encouraging little cheer as they begin, you cheer Eddie’s name and he gives you a little grin.

You could watch him performing on a stage like this for the rest of your life. He’s always had a flare for the dramatic, but this is where he truly comes to life, losing himself to the music. His eyes always search out for yours in the crowd and when they meet it’s like electricity surging through you.

The way he looks right now sets your heart racing, his clothing clinging to his sweaty body, hair plastered to his forehead and the back of his neck, eyes sparkling, grinning madly, fingers dancing along the fretboard.

And fuck are you wet, he has you dripping every time he takes the stage and by now, he fucking knows it too. All the times he had you bent over a bathroom sink, in the back of his van, once even over the hood of someone else’s car and all right after a Corroded Coffin performance.

When they all stumble off stage Eddie beelines towards you, sweeping you up in a heated embrace, kissing you sloppily. He pulls back breathlessly, “How’d we do, babe?”

“Amazing as always, come on let’s get some drinks.” You tug on his arm leading him over to the bar.

The two of you find yourselves a little booth, drinks in hand and you plop down beside him. The rest of the band join shortly after with their own drinks and you congratulate them on a wonderful performance.

They’re all chatting, but you can’t focus on what they’re saying, because Eddie’s hand has slipped under the table and is creeping up your thigh. When he reaches the hem of your dress, he pushes it aside and continues until he meets the sodden lace of your panties.

He teases you over them with a little smirk never breaking the flow of conversation. You try your best to remain straight-faced but when he pulls your panties to the side and slips his fingers between your folds you let out a little gasp.

Jeff looks over at you, “You ok, y/n? You’re looking a little sweaty, too warm in here for you?”

You grit your teeth and barely manage an answer, “Yeah, something like that.”

“Why don’t you step out for some fresh air?” He suggests.

“Hmm… oh, yeah that’s a good idea. Eddie, you wanna come with me?” You hiss.

“As the lady wishes.” He replies smugly before ever so slowly removing his hand from your panties.

You stand on shaky legs, assuring them, “Be back in a minute guys.”

Eddie slides out of his seat to stand beside you, holding out his hand for you to take… the same hand he just had rubbing at your cunt, still slick with your juices.

You take his offered hand, face heating even more so, how that was even possible you didn’t know.

He leads you outside down an alley by the bar, you hiss at him “You are an absolute menace, Munson.”

He spins around pushing you against the brick wall, leaning in close, his hand moving to cup the back of your head lest you bump it on the wall, “Oh, am I now little Miss ‘You Want Cream With That’?”

His other hand slips back under your dress as he teases, “See, I don’t think your dripping, little pussy agrees with you. Think she wants my ‘cream’ too. Just look at how you’ve drenched your panties.”

His fingers return to your slick folds and he swirls your wetness around your clit, you whimper in response, “Please Eddie… need more.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought, sweetheart. What do you want first… my fingers or my dick?”

“Can… can I have both?” You pant desperately.

“Greedy… you want both? Tell me, sweetheart… how d’ya want it?”

“Wan’ your dick inside me and I wanna suck on your fingers… please.”

“Alrigh’, since you asked so nice an’ all. Can you lift up your dress for me?”

You do as he asks, ruching up the fabric of your dress in both hands, holding it above your hips. Hand dropping from behind your head, he unbuckles his belt and pulls down his jeans and boxers ‘til they sit pressed just beneath his balls, heavy with cum.

His weepy, ruddy cock stands proudly, jutting out from his thatch of curls and he rubs a hand along its length spreading his precum. He tugs your panties down to your knees and guides his cock between your folds, running the tip up and down through your arousal.

He eases in inch by inch and when he’s fully seated inside you, his eyes meet your own and he’s darting in for a searing kiss, swallowing up all the little noises you make. He pulls away panting, “You ready for my fingers now too?”

You nod, humming in response.

His hand comes up to your lips, wet with both your slick and his precum as he begins thrusting shallowly. Your tongue drops out laving over his digits before slowly sinking down over his pointer finger, moaning around it pathetically, eyes fluttering shut.

His other hand returns to your head, tugging on your hair lightly. You’re whining and drooling all over his fingers as he adds another, his hips increasing their pace, slamming into you with abandon.

“You like that huh, dirty little slut you are… so fucking wet, just soaking my cock and balls…”

You clamp down around him arousal flooding through you as he continues, “Yeah, you do… you know anyone could walk down here and see us, what would they think of you, slobbering on my fingers, getting split open by my cock against a brick wall…”

His hand drops from your head to flick at your swollen clit and it sends you into orbit, his fingers muffling your cries as your walls flutter around his cock, hips rising to meet his erratically.

His hips stutter, losing their rhythm as he unloads with a cry of his own, coating your slick channel with his seed. He slips out of you, both fingers and cock, leaving you a quivering mess, he pulls your panties back into place giving your thigh a quick squeeze along the way.

You let your crinkled dress fall back into place as he brushes your hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek and leaning in for a gentle kiss.

Pulling away he teases breathily, “So, how’d you like your ‘cream’?”

“Oh, it was quite good actually. You know when it comes to ‘cream’, I am especially fond of creampies.” You tease back.

“Who’s the fucking menace now, huh?” He laughs.

“Should we… should we head back in?” You swipe a hand over your chin, clearing off the drool.

He nods rightening his own clothing, tucking himself away, before leading you back in arm in arm.

#eddie munson fic #eddie munson smut #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie x y/n #dom!eddie x sub!reader #rockstar!eddie x reader #rockstar!eddie #anon request #request fill #request

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beatupsteve · 3 years ago

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80's makeout session ✧ Eddie M. x fem!reader

*✧ —Summary: When you find your best friend Eddie making out with a scantly-clad pirate at Robin’s Halloween party, you’re crushed. Even worse, he’s all to excited at lunch the next week to proudly announce the’re dating. But when he shows up at your house with a broken heart and a black eye, you realize things aren’t as hopeless as they seem. Does he love you after all?

*✧ — Content Warnings: Some angst, Friends to Lovers!, Cursing, Reader wears a dress, Oblivious! Eddie and Oblivious! Reader, Petnames, Robin & Steve.

*✧ —Word Count: 6,679

A/N: Eddie and Steve are NOT friends. Reader works in a shoe store. Summary by the lovely @eddie-van-munson thank you so much !!

“Have you picked out a costume yet?” You said as you reached your arm to turn down the volume on the radio cassette. Eddie was sitting next to you on the roof of your garage. It was an autumn day, you were enjoying the sunset more than ever because of the cool air and the fragrance of the season, but mostly because of the companion you were with.

“What for, tangerine?” Eddie asks as he pulls out a cigarette from its box and lights it carefully, protecting the flame with his hand. Tangerine was one of his favorite names to call you, you haven’t told him but it was one of your favorites too.

“You are kidding right? I told you! Robin’s having a Halloween party this Friday!” You were whining a little “She’s even having a fortune teller!” You exclaim, grabbing him by his leather jacket and turning him a little towards you.

“Geez baby, I can read your fortune” He exhales the smoke putting his head back before he continues “It says you’re a nerd!” He lets out a happy grin, apparently feeling very proud of his joke and he leans back, stretching out his legs and supporting himself on his elbows to continue smoking.

You feel the heat going up your cheeks, he has never called you baby before, that was new. You could totally let him call you nerd everyday if he is going to call you baby too. You've been hiding for so long the feelings you have for him, that him just lying there on your roof looking so pretty has made you totally forget about the sunset. “Wait! What about your costume?” you asked when you noticed you didn’t even get an answer.

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“I heard the houses here give out huge candy bars” Eddie chuckled as he drove to Robin’s place. The streets leading to her house were full of kids wearing all kinds of costumes, little and big carved pumpkins everywhere you look, and almost every porch was lit up with Halloween lights. It was quite a nice neighborhood.

You finally convinced him to go as Jack Torrance from The Shining, he was wearing one of his uncle Wayne checkered shirt and his red jacket, so he was pretty much dressed as his uncle instead but with an axe twist. And since you picked his costume, naturally he has to pick yours. You were wearing a black lantern long sleeve dress, plaited right just below your breast and combat boots, he ruffled your hair, made you wear red lipstick and said you were a vampire.

“If you ever get scared, you can hold my hand, vamp” he tilts his head to the side, offering his arm for you to hold when you jump outside of his van.

“I don’t think people will get my costume, at least you have an axe” you told him, holding his arm and feeling like his girlfriend for a moment. The truth is, you thought he would pick a much scarier costume for you, but you actually feel cute in it.

“Hey you didn’t want to wear the stockings; they were the most important part!” He grinned and those little dimples appeared on his face.

You smiled and gently nudged him with your shoulder. “Shut up, butthead”.

The house was a little more crowded than you thought it would be, after all it was Robin's party but you quickly connect the dots, people spread the word that Steve Harrington was going to be there. But that didn’t stop you from having a great time at the party, Eddie ran to chase Dustin with his axe around the house the moment he saw him and Robin was the first one to compliment your costume and you told her that hers was the coolest “Thanks I stole everything from Steve” she said. After having a few drinks and sharing small talks with your classmates Eddie told you he was going outside to have a smoke and disappeared for an hour.

Not that you were not having fun anymore, but at some point, you started to miss Eddie, you rolled up your sleeve to look at your watch and saw that it was almost time to leave, so you started gazing at the crowd for a familiar bulk of hair. You saw Robin laughing her ass off with some of her friends from the band, Steve hitting on some girls and not too many feet apart, you even saw Nancy Wheeler kissing the camera boy Byers, but no sight of your friend.

“Hey, Robin, have you seen Eddie?” You asked when you approached the girl wearing the Pete Maverick costume. You took a sip of your drink as you waited for her response.

“Yeah… I think I saw him going upstairs…” She replied, you nodded and turned around to start looking again “Hey, tell him upstairs is off limits please!” You heard her yell at you when you were at the bottom of the stairs about to carefully jump over the little rope with the clear "off limits" sign hanging from it.

You didn’t find Eddie in the firsts rooms, nor in the bathroom, if he was indeed upstairs, he was going to be in the last room down the hall, so you head to the door finally sure he was going to be inside.

“Eddie? Are you ready to…”? You froze in your spot when you opened the door. You finally have found Eddie but he wasn’t alone, he was sitting in a bed and fully making out with some girl dressed as a slutty pirate. Instantly you feel nauseous and a big weight dropping at the bottom of your stomach and Eddie didn’t even notice you there until you dropped the red cup you were holding.

“Oh, Hi Vamps!” He said when he finally stepped aside from the girl’s face. “I guess… Here's someone I want you to meet…”

You slammed the door loudly when you finally regained control of your body but you stood still holding the knob on the other side unable to move again. What the fuck was that? You felt your whole world turning upside down in what seemed like an eternity, but the truth was that everything had happened in mere seconds. “Y/N?” You let go of the door knob when you heard your name on the other side, and began to run towards the exit.

You were breaking slowly as you ran downstairs, you knew this day would come, someone would eventually notice how delightful Eddie was, how fun he was to be around, and how charming and thoughtful he can be. You just wished it would happen when you were no longer around.

You knocked down the off-limits sign when you ran towards the exit door with your head down. You were a step away when your head hit what could only be a boy's chest, you look up and with the tears about to burst blurring your vision you try to see who it is

“…” Steve Harrington was standing there holding the door knob apparently ready to leave as well. He took a look at your face and sighed as he spoke “Yeah, I couldn’t stand it anymore, either”

You ended up in Steve’s car. You know exactly how Eddie feels about him, “the rich prick who has it all” you could hear Eddie’s voice in your head. But Steve just offered you a ride home, and you definitely are not going home in the van.

“It looks like I won’t be the only one here crying tonight, huh?” Steve said softly as an empathic smile appeared on his face. “You ok?” he asked, frowning and tilting his head down trying to see your face.

“I… I just saw E-Eddie with…with…” With who? Who the hell was she?

“The pirate chick? Yeah I saw them going upstairs a while ago"

A while ago? How long have they been doing that?

“I feel sick” you speak in a muted tone, covering your face with your hands.

“Yeah, I know exactly how…”

“No! I’m not figuratively speaking!” You barely managed to say those words before you opened the car door and threw up on the pavement.

“Thank you for not doing that inside” he sighed in relief while putting one hand on his chest and the other on top of the steering wheel.

You shrank in your seat and stared out the window as Steve drove to your house. He knew your address from driving Robin to your house a couple of times. You cross your arms over your chest and try really hard not to sob in front of Steve. You failed miserably. It wasn’t the first time Eddie’s attention was focused on a girl, he is a guy after all, but it was the first time you saw him with someone, and you beg to stop seeing it every time you close your eyes.

You need to let go of this unrequited love and you swear that you’ve tried, but every time he sees you with those big doe eyes, your heart skips a beat. And it’s been like that since the first time he called you sweetheart.

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“Honey, It’s for you!” You hear your mom's voice downstairs and you get up from your self-pity puddle in your bed and drag your feet to your bedroom door. It's the morning after all the shit that's happened and you don't feel like talking to anyone.

“Who is it, mom?” You ask, heading downstairs. But your mom was already in the kitchen humming Girls Just Want to Have Fun as she does the shores you were supposed to be doing.

“What the hell Y/N? I was supposed to take you home last night! Where were you?” Eddie exclaims, as soon as you put the phone in your ear. You instantly tighten your hand around the handset and feel the bubbling anger going up your throat.

“You were too busy Eddie!” You spat, your voice dripping venom “Steve Harrington gave me a ride, not that it's any of your business by the way” Your head was throbbing painfully, it was too early to be having this conversation.

“That douchebag took you home?” he asks, totally ignoring the first part of what you just said. “And what the hell do you mean? Of course, you are my business, tangerine” He wasn’t mad, he was worried about you. “He didn’t pull any of his bullshit with you, didn’t he?”

“You don’t know him, Eddie!” You yelled at him, and hung up the phone.

Between the hangover and the headache, there shouldn't be room to feel guilty about snapping at him like that but how come that was the first thing you feel after hanging up.

The truth was you didn’t really know Steve either, almost throwing up in his car and a hell of an awkward ride back home was the longest interaction you'd had with him. Although he was pretty kind with you and he's probably not used to having crying girls as his co-pilot.

You spend your weekend cleaning your room, and doing chores and homework, all with a hollow feeling in your chest, and trying just to feel a little better you painted your nails your favorite color. That didn’t help as much as you wanted it to. You were still feeling frustrated and confused by what you saw, was he really that bored with you at the party?

Finally, Sunday afternoon the phone rang again.

“It’s for you again” Your mom says. “It’s the charming boy” She whispers to you perhaps a little too loudly to your liking. She hands you over the handset and when you are about to take it she quickly pulls it back to her “Say hi to your Uncle for me, will you Edward?” You can hear Eddie reply something “Thank you! … Oh? She is fine, a little grumpy… … isn’t she?”

“Mom! The phone please” You ask a little embarrassed.

“Hey” He speaks softly, his voice sounding almost apologetic.

“Hey” You murmur, not sure what to say next.

“So…Can I come over tonight?”

“…” You were a little surprised, you didn't expect to see him until tomorrow at the school where you were planning to apologize for hanging up on him.

“Y/N?”

“Sure, I miss your stupid face” You finally said with a big relieved smile on your face.

You went to the store on your bike to buy Eddie's favorite snacks anticipating he would bring a movie to watch, it was his time to choose so you were expecting a slasher. You were waiting in your bed listening to one of the many cassettes that Eddie had lent you, when you heard him knock at the front door, your mom welcomed him cheerfully and told him that you were in your room.

“I knew you would like Stevie Nicks!” He chuckled as he entered your room.

“Just this-“

“Just like the white winged dove!” He interrupted you, he was already singing and pretending the VHS on his right hand was the mic. “Sings a song, sounds like she’s singing, ooh baby, ooh said ooh! '' Eddie sang, throwing his head back and clutching his left hand to his chest. He was wearing his denim jacket, a Metallica t-shirt half tucked in a pair of blue jeans torn at one knee, a red plaid shirt tied at his waist, and his usual white reeboks.

You let out a laugh “Please continue”

“That’s the only part I know” He shrugged and grinned at you. Boy do you miss the dork. You had to resist the urge to go hug him. You didn’t want to think about it, but you figured your relationship couldn’t be the same if he was dating someone. Was he?

“You ready?” He asks, tilting his head to the side and pointing at the VHS on his hand.

“Freddy? Again?” You complain, trying really hard not to think about last Friday. If Eddie is not going to mention it then you for sure wouldn’t either.

“Oh no sweets, this one is the second part” He told you, then got down on his knees to put the video on the VCR. “This shit is not rewound all the way!” Eddie tsked and ejected the video. “It’s not that difficult!” He mumbled to himself as he reached into his jeans pocket for the Swiss Army knife his uncle gave him for his birthday to finish rewinding the tape.

“Was Steve at the Family Video?” You asked without really thinking, you couldn't remember if you had thanked the guy for the drive when you got out of his car in tears, so over the weekend you had thought about going to the store to do it.

Eddie clenched the knife at the very mention of his name but you didn’t realize it. “Nah, it was some other guy” he answers, finally getting ready the movie.

You heard his vague reply and you climbed down from the bed and sat on the floor with your back leaning against the side of the mattress, as you were staring at Eddie you noticed that his bangs were starting to get in the way of his eyes when he's crouched down in front of the TV.

“Hey, do you want me to cut your bangs this week?” You question him when he was crawling to you to sit at your side.

“Sure thing, sweetheart. I’ll appreciate it” He looked at you over his shoulder and felt a little heat rise to his face, then he grinned when you met his eyes.

When he looks at you like that, what did he expect? To you not to fall in love? Yeah right.

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You went to school the next day feeling much better, Eddie had not said a word about a girl and he wasn’t at all mad at you for leaving at the party. That part was a little weird for you but you didn’t care, as long as he wasn’t dating anyone without telling you. After all, he wouldn’t do that, the boy tells you everything.

You were late for lunch at the cafeteria because you went to return a book at the library, and when you finally arrived you tighten your grip on the food tray when you looked down at the hellfire table. Your heart aches at the sight of someone sitting in your usual place right next to Eddie. It was her, the pirate chick playing around with Eddie’s hair. You hesitate whether to sit with them or not, but you only have to look around to see that you have nowhere else to sit.

“Great, now that we are all together” Eddie started to speak the moment you took a seat and left the food tray on the table. “I want to introduce you to someone, this is Rachel, I met her at Robin’s Halloween party…”

“Great party, isn’t y/n?” Dustin turned his head towards you to talk to you as Eddie continued talking to everybody. He was sitting next to you at the other end of the table.

“Yeah, great…” You answer full of bitterness as you take a bite of your suddenly super dry sandwich. Stupid Halloween party, I didn’t even want to go in the first place.

“… she plays bass and she’s even repeating senior year too”

“Shocker” you speak under your breath, luckily Dustin is the only one that hears you.

“…anyway what I’m pathetically trying to say is…” Eddie speaks as you take a sip of your yoohoo wondering why he is suddenly acting so nervous.

“We are dating!” Rachel interrupts and puts both of her hands on top of the hand of Eddie, while showing all her perfect teeth in a big smile.

You choked with the chocolate milk and started coughing loudly trying to understand what she just said and trying to breathe again.

“You ok, tangerine?” Eddie stretches his neck trying to see as far as where you were sitting.

“Tangerine? That’s a silly name, isn’t it?” She laughed covering her mouth with one hand.

“Uh… yeah, it’s just a dumb name I came up with” Eddie teased with her.

That right there was your cue to leave.

“You are an asshole, you know that?!” You shout at him when you stand up and storm out of the cafeteria.

“Shit…” Eddie mutters when you go away. Your other friends at the table just stared at you with surprise and shared awkward glances with each other once you left.

You spend the rest of the classes zoned out and not putting attention at all to what your teachers are saying. Did you just make a scene at the cafeteria? That wasn’t a surprise for the school, coming from the hellfire table, of course, but you never thought you'd join that specific club.

After class you stayed at school to watch the band practice at the field. It was a little chilly but you figured your sweater was thick enough. You sit in the bleachers and watch from a distance as the band marches on. We are dating! her high-pitched voice echoes in your head and you feel the jealousy in your gut. Just a dumb name I came up with, you heard his voice next and just hurts. You thought you knew him better than that, why didn't he mention anything to you last night?

You put your face in your hands and sighed with exasperation.

“Alright, who am I beating up?” The familiar voice pulls you out of sinking back into the cave of sadness, you look at her through your fingers.

The girl with the band uniform was standing in front of you with her hands on her waist.

“Is he being a dipshit again?”

“A total dipshit” You mutter cleaning your face with the sleeves of your sweater. “You got time?” She nods, you sigh and begin to tell her the summon version of what happened that weekend from the party and up until this morning.

“That dingus! You don’t deserve that shit!”

“… I thought I was his best friend” You tried to smile at Robin, she smiled at you too and reached her arm to grab your hand. “You’ll be okay with time, believe me, I know”

“Thank you, Robin” You put your other hand in hers and gently pat it before letting go.

“Oh shit, Steve! Just give me a minute to change…!” She did a little jump when he saw Steve coming to the bleachers.

“C’mon Robin, we’ll be late again” He complained, and took a seat at your side, resigned to wait.

“Sorry I got a little distracted… just wait!” She turned back and began to run through the field “both of you!” you heard when she slowed down to get some breath.

Robin left you alone with Steve before you could say anything. You immediately felt a little embarrassed and shrugged your shoulders and smirked at him. “Hi, Steve”

“Hey, Y/N are you feeling better?” He gently puts his hand over your shoulder.

“Erm…” You struggle to reply “Honestly? Everything sucks right now…” You sigh “But hey… I was meaning to tell you thank you for the ride the other night, I am so sorry for making it that uncomfortable for you” You talked looking at the grass in front of you, arms crossed and shrugging in the cool autumn breeze.

“Don't worry about it, believe me I've had worse rides in my car” He answers, while rubbing the back of his neck. "Are you cold? Do you want my jacket?" He offers it to you nonchalantly, Robin never told you how nice Steve was, maybe things would be a lot easier if you fall in love with a guy like him, but instead you longed for a guy who smells like smoke too often and sells weed to high schoolers. But also, can soothe you with one word of him and makes you feel safe and above all understood whenever you are near him.

You hesitate but finally accept the jacket. He takes it off and hands it over to you, still warm. Its scent was very different from Eddie's jacket as you can tell immediately. Steve smelled like some expensive cologne and something else that you couldn't quite tell what it was.

“It suits you” You look at him, he looks pleased and puts his hand through his hair. Hairspray, it was hairspray.

“Thank you” The two of you saw Robin rushing to get to you. You both get up and start walking towards the parking lot.

“Y/N, are you going to work at the shoe store this afternoon?” Robin asked once she caught up to you. “Want a ride?”

“Shit, I totally forgot! I wasn’t supposed to, but they are doing inventory and they need all the hands…. Shit! Shit!” You cursed, tapping your temple with your fist.

“What is it?” The girl raised an eyebrow. “We’ll take you…”

“No…My mom's car is in the shop… she can’t pick me up after! I was going to ask… Eddie…” There it was the hollow feeling in your chest again.

“I can take you home again”

“Really?” Said robin and you in unison, turning to look at Steve.

“Sure, the shoe store isn’t that far from the family video, I’ll be there once your done” Said Steve like it really wasn’t that big of a deal.

“Oh, thank you thank you thank you! You are such a good guy Steve! I promise I won’t cry this time” You praised and they both laughed.

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Doing inventory was so boring but at least it keeps you distracted from your intrusive thoughts about Eddie and whatever he was doing with his girlfriend. “Rachel” you mumble, doing a grin of disgust. What is it about me that isn't good enough? There have been days when you were almost sure Eddie shared your feelings, but then he would do something like make you sniff his armpit and reduce you to being just his friend again, in fact maybe just “one of the guys”.

The manager gave you the task of closing the store while he retired earlier, justifying himself by saying he had a life. "Yeah, enjoy it for me," you replied when he left you alone in the store. You were still wearing Steve’s jacket when you step out of the store, good thing you did because outside it was too cold for your liking. “Stupid keys!” you murmur, struggling to lock the front door.

“Need a hand?”

You froze, clenching the keys. His honey voice never failed to comfort your heart, even if he was the reason your heart ached in the first place.

“What are you doing here, Eddie?” You confronted him once you turned around.

“I called and your mom told me where you were…” He was standing leaning against the front of the van with his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. “Y/N, what happened?” He stops looking at your face for a second and notices the jacket you are wearing. "Wait, whose jacket is that?" he asked frowning, but he knew well whose it was, he had seen him wearing it on several occasions.

"My mother shouldn't have told you shit... … I'm tired Eddie, just go home..." More than tired you were worried you’d snap at him like you've been doing recently. You can’t handle jealousy without also being angry at him for not telling you anything.

“C’mon, Tangerine” He leaves the van behind and walks towards you.

“Don’t call me that!” He stopped his walk dead in his tracks when you shouted out “I hate your stupid pet names; I've always hated them!”

“I-I thought that...”

“You thought wrong!”

Your soul ached to see Eddie so confused, his brown eyes staring at you almost without recognizing you. You saw that he was about to say something else when you heard a different voice next to you.

“Is everything okay?” Steve was standing on the sidewalk for God knows how long and looked at you a little concerned.

“Yeah, Steve… we're done… so done” You pronounce and walk over to Steve, leaving Eddie behind.

Once again you ended up in Steve's car, trying not to break your promise and cry on him one more time. Your whole body was tense and you rub your palms on your thighs trying with all your might to focus only on your breathing.

“Did I ever tell you the time I was pulled over for speeding?” Steve's voice pulled you out of the spiral of self-loathing into which you were about to sink.

“What?”

“Well, it wasn’t the first time but this particular time…”

“Is it the time you were about to shit yourself?”

“What! Robin told you?! I- I wasn’t even going to tell you that story!”

Surprisingly to you, you were laughing with him. In fact, it hadn't been Robin, it had been Dustin but you let Robin take the blame this time. You sigh, leaving the laugh behind and put your hands together while fidgeting with your thumbs and breathe in slowly, you are pretty sure you’ve fucked up big this time and you’ve just ended your friendship with Eddie. He won’t talk with you like nothing happened tomorrow at school, hell, he probably won't talk to you at all again. Without realizing the tears starting rolling down your face. You try to hide it by turning your head to the side to put your belt on but for your bad luck it gets stuck.

“Here, let me…” Steve leans into your seat and reaches around you to pull the belt and loosen it. "There" he says as he buckles it for you.

Steve didn't try to make you laugh again on the way home, instead he drove quietly to your house giving you time to recover.

He knew well what you were feeling and sympathized with you.

When you get home, you go straight to your bedroom window and open it all the way. There you realize that you didn't return Steve's jacket, you take it off with disdain and throw it on your bed. You wish hard that it was Eddie's leather jacket, the one he was wearing when you went to see him for the first time at the Hideout, the one he wore when he gave you a taste of your first joint, the one he wore when he defended you from the bullies at school and the one he was wearing tonight when you said you were done with him.

You sit down on the floor and lean against the window sill, silently yearning to hear the familiar sound of the engine of the van you adore.

You fall asleep on the floor and wake up in the morning feeling a little under the weather so you decide to skip school, you wanted to go see Eddie but you weren’t feeling ready just yet. You went down to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and stared at the muffin pan a little too long when you opened the kitchen cabinet to grab the glass.

“Hey, sunshine! What are you up to?” He said as he walked through the kitchen door. You were at the counter next to the kitchen sink, mixing batter with a wooden spoon. “Sorry to intrude but my shitty neighbors were cursing at each other again and got tired of it” He added when he walked towards you and leaned his arm on the sink to support his body on it and be closer to you.

“You know you don’t have to apologize for coming Eddie” You spoke, turning your body towards him. “I’m making your favorite, double chocolate muffins, I am almost done”

“You are gonna make me gain some weight, tangerine!” He beamed and reached out to grab the spoon from you and lick the batter of it.

“Don’t worry about that, just make sure you share with your uncle this time” You grinned at him, remembering the last time you made him brownies and he told you he ate the whole batch without realizing it while he worked on his d&d campaign.

You turned your back on Eddie and looked for the muffin pan near the oven and started putting the cupcake liners on it, you finished your task and realized your friend was oddly quiet behind you. You turned your head towards him and saw him sitting quietly on the counter still eating the mix.

“Hey! Quit eating the batter, or well have no muffins at all” You demanded while rushing towards him to grab the spoon from him.

He smirked at you. “Wait! You… sorry, you just got a little something on your face” He gently holds your chin up while he wipes your face with his other hand. You stood there unsure of what to do, he had brought his face unnecessarily close to yours and you can feel his breath on yours. His big brown eyes looked into yours and for a moment his gaze lowered to your lips. “A-All good!” He stuttered when he felt his face getting hot, he sat up straight and brought his arms to his waist while avoiding your eyes.

“T-thank you” You mumbled getting back to finish the muffins.

Sometimes you think you imagine things, that you exaggerate your memories making them seem better than they were, fooling yourself sometimes. But what if it wasn't that way? What if he was as scared as you were to step forward with you? With all the feelings that have been haunting you these past few days, you wish you could ask him, but it was a little too late, now he's with that cute girl and you're about to cry over a muffin pan.

Robin called you to check on you in the afternoon and you made sure to tell her you were just fine as you don’t want to bother her again with your sad girl pity party. She was such a good friend to you. A friend. Wait, you could still be his friend! So what if he was with that girl? you can bite the bullet and carry on with your friendship. You are more than willing to let your feelings die as long as you still can be near him.

You made up your mind to go to his trailer before school but you remembered it was Tuesday, so he’ll be at Gareth’s getting ready to go to the Hideout at night. You figured you couldn’t go to the bar since your mom’s car was still at the shop, and it was way too far to bike there at night. Fuck

You made up a thousand plans to get there but none of them were good or even realistic, calling Steve and asking him to give you a ride was the best one of all, but you couldn't force yourself to pick up the phone and call Robin to ask for his number, you decided it was better to let the poor guy rest from you.

“Ugh, c’mon…” You grunted, letting yourself fall heavily on your bed, and you didn't know at what point you fell asleep.

A little clicking noise wakes you up from your sleep, you slowly straighten up in your bed and half asleep you can't figure out what it's, but it sounds like hitting a glass with something metal. You jump out of bed quickly and wipe your cheek with your forearm before going straight to your window.

It was dark, you couldn’t see his face, but there he was kneeling over your window.

“Hey, Tan… I mean Y/N” he softly speaks.

“Eddie come in, what’s going on?” you stepped back to give him space to jump inside your room. “Let me turn on the lights…”

“No, wait!” He suddenly grabs your wrist to stop you from doing so. “Just your night stand lamp, please”

You nodded and did as he told you, and you loudly gasped when the light from your lamp hit his face. He was injured, his left eyebrow was bleeding and the blood was running to his eye forcing it closed, his lower lip was swollen and also bleeding a little from the corners of his mouth.

“Eddie! What happened?! Did you have an accident?!” You exclaimed as you examined your friend looking for another injury or trace of a car accident.

“No, relax… it was a fight…” He stated rubbing the nape of his neck.

“What? With who?” Your thoughts immediately went to the hard looking guys and drunks that used to hang around at the Hideout a lot.

He hesitates “Rachel dumped me…”

At first you thought it was a lie.

“She did this to you?!”

“No way!... turns out she wanted to make his ex-boyfriend jealous and who better than the loveless freak, right?” He said without making eye contact with you, instead he kept his hand on the back of his neck and shifted his weight between his feet.

“Oh, Eds… wait here…”

You rushed out of your room to go to the bathroom to get the first aid kit, you didn’t consider yourself as a violent person but right now you swear if you ever see that little pirate brat near Eddie again you will slap her in the face, with a chair.

When you returned Eddie was sitting on your bed, you approached him and dragged the chair from your desk to sit in front of him and began to clean his wounds without saying a word. You were wiping the blood from his injuries trying not to stare at him, although it wouldn't have mattered because he, with his eyebrows frowned, was staring at the floor.

Eddie didn't know where to start, he felt he had to tell you so many things, but also that he had lost the right to say them. He didn't even care that much about the whole thing with Rachel, he was more upset that he was being used in such a pathetic way. Besides, to be honest with himself, she herself was a distraction for him. A distraction from how you were making him feel, even now with you cleaning his wounds and trying to make him feel better, he felt something in his chest. He felt a heaviness ever since you called him an asshole in the cafeteria and a bitterness on his tongue when he saw Steve bend over you in his car. That prick. He clenched his hands on his thighs as he remembered the image and looked over his shoulder, there's that damn jacket on your pillow again!

“It's not enough that he has it all, now he's actually stealing you!” He tsked with anger when he quickly stood up.

“What? What are you talking about?” You said looking up totally confused, the bloodstained cotton still in your hand.

“I am talking about Steve! You are with him now!”

“I am not…” You stated while slowly getting up from your chair.

“Don’t lie to me! I saw you in his car last night!” He shook his head and his hands tightened into fists again.

“What? You followed us to his car?!”

“Of course I fucking did!” He exposed, totally frustrated.

“And what if I am? You started dating Rachel first, you know?” There was jealousy and anger again stuck deep in your throat. “What was wrong with you all of a sudden? How badly had you been hit? What does it matter if I am with Steve?”

“Because…you!... Because I can’t compete with him!!”

“What?” Your heart skipped a beat, could it be?

“I mean, shit! … he can take you places I can't afford to go…” he mumbled the last part as he settled down on your bed again. He ducked his head and looked down at his empty hands through his bangs. “You deserve so much better than me… Everything I touch I fucking ruin! and what If I hurt you?”

“Eddie, can you look at me, please?”

You had to blink down your tears when he lifted his head to you, those big eyes gazed back at you, he looked like nothing more than a wounded puppy, with his hair in a mess and traces of the fight still on him. You covered your mouth with your hand when he suddenly stood up and leaned closer to you.

“If I could be a different person, I promise, I would be” He said “but I can't bear the thought of losing you because I've been a stupid selfish jerk and wanted you all to myself…” He had finally pulled that plug and was telling you everything whether he had the right to say it or not. “Cause I rather go fucking blind, than let you down Y/N”

You looked at him not believing what you just heard, he wanted me all to himself, you smiled underneath your hand still in your mouth but he couldn't see it. He was looking at you with his lips pressed together and not sure if he wanted any response from you.

“Eds…would you go on a date with me?” You said calmly as you removed your hand.

“Wait, what? Did you not hear what I …”

“I hear, so, would you?” You were more than sure that he was more than enough for you, so from now on you had to let him know.

“Shit! I’d love to!” He shrugged his shoulders and for the first time since he came through the window you could see the hints of a smile on his face. You smiled back at him and wrapped your arms around him slowly, trying not to hurt him. “Y/N, one more thing…” He said into your ear as he held you tighter.

“Hmm?”

“Can I go back and call you my tangerine?”

*✧ — Epilogue! —✧*

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