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geralts-yenn · 1 year

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Hearts Too Big

Modern AU Melot (Tristan&Isolde) x OFC x Mike (Hellraiser)

summary: Nina goes on a camping trip with her boyfriend Mel and his cute neighbor Mike. Plenty of feelings - that’s the whole plot

warnings: alcohol and drug use, vaginal fingering, anal fingering (F/M receiving) oral (F/M, M/F, M/M ), vaginal sex, anal sex (F receiving), double penetration

word count: 10,4k (sorry!)

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A/N: I told @raccoon-eyed-rebel (in a tumblr post that I can’t find anymore) that I had plans on making Mikey her partner in Ray Of Sunshine. This exploded into a whole universe of its own in our heads (we share our brains from time to time) and you will get a lot of biker boys in the future because I know Nina won’t stop asking for more. This one got quite big, quite queer and quite Nina-indulgent. It’s Melot and Mikey, it’s bi and it’s polyamorous, so if that’s not for you, feel free to NOT read it. And if that doesn’t draw you off, enjoy! This one was really hard for me to write, took me a month, I went through highest highs and lowest lows. And I feel both excited and anxious posting it. So please, more than ever, tell me what you think about it! I need feedback for this one, every word from you will mean the world to me!

Not a good idea! Not a good idea at all. Nervously, you gazed at the hands of your boyfriend, drumming on the steering wheel to the beat of the song that was playing. His eyes lit up as he met yours through the rearview mirror, and your heart stopped for a beat. You were still so madly in love with Mel.

But then you turned your head to the passenger seat, where Mikey sat. His feet were folded under his cute butt as he tried to make sense of the map that lay in his lap.

You had really tried not to crush on him. But soon after he moved into the apartment next to Mel, you knew you had no chance. It was absolutely impossible not to fall for him. Which meant you were screwed. Well, until yesterday you had at least thought you were safe, just ogling Mike from afar and maybe sometimes including him in your little daydreams. Until Mel told you about that ugly break up between Mike and his boyfriend that had left him crying in the hallway. Mel wanted to cheer him up. They had become friends and Mel wanted to be there for him. And this meant Mel asked you to take Mike with you on your trip along the coast.

You had been planning it for weeks. Mel had bought the old camper van, you both spent your free time working on it to make it more comfy. You had planned every segment of the trip. And most of all, you had planned where you wanted to fuck. Because, to be honest, the main purpose of this whole trip was to fuck Mel the whole day and night everywhere you were going to stop. That wouldn’t be happening now.

You said no at first. Not only because you would rather not cancel the main activity that you had planned, even more so because you were panicking at the thought of having to spend days in a small car together with those two. You wouldn’t be able to hide how much you were attracted to Mike. And you couldn’t hurt Mel.

In the end, your brain decided to stop working when Mel gave you this look of a sad puppy that you could never resist and you agreed. Mel had asked Mike to join you and the boys were soon making the last preparations for your tour. You sat next to them and just watched them talking and laughing. Yes, you were definitely screwed. All you could think of was kissing them. Both!

You stared at the map in front of you. Not that you really tried to find the right direction. You just needed to keep your eyes from Mel and Nina. Maybe it wasn’t your best idea to agree to join them. But to be fair, you hadn’t had your best day yesterday. Why did you just always manage to destroy every relationship you had? You really liked Will. You tried to make it work. But Will soon got jealous. And rightfully so. Why couldn’t you just stop thinking about others? About Mel. About Nina. Your heart was just too big for one person.

However, going on a trip with the exact two people who were, unbeknownst to them, responsible for your break-up, was probably one of the worst decisions you had ever made. Now it was too late. Somehow you were going to make it work. Hopefully, without making a fool of yourself and without ruining another relationship.

A hand brushing over your thigh got you out of your thoughts. You sucked in some air in surprise and raised your gaze to Mel.

“Could you please hand me a bottle of water, Mike?” Mel looked at you, and it took you a second to comprehend that you were supposed to do something. Right! Getting some water for Mel. You turned to the back of the van, where Nina’s head was sunken onto the side of the car. She looked too cute, her mouth slightly open as she was sleeping. Now that explained why Mel had asked you for water and not Nina who was sitting next to the cooler. You needed to crawl back to reach it. And as you did so you couldn’t hold yourself back, you brushed some strands of hair from Nina’s face, your fingers lingering probably a little too long on her soft skin.

As you handed the water to Mel, your hands touched for a moment. Your heart dropped a beat and there was this fluttery feeling in your stomach that you knew far too well. Oh no, it was getting worse. You were going to fuck this up badly.

You couldn’t be happier. You exchanged looks with Nina, sitting in the back seat, humming along with the music. Then you moved your head to watch Mike as he ruffled his nose, scanning the map. You had no idea why Mike was so focused on the map at all, you knew the directions you had to take. But you didn’t complain because you really liked how your friend looked so much happier than he had yesterday. Something about seeing Mike next to you made you feel excited, you just couldn’t put your finger on what it was exactly.

You stopped around midday at a small parking lot in the middle of nowhere. Nina had told you that there had to be a beautiful lake with a waterfall nearby, and you decided that this should be the spot to take your lunch break. The three of you packed some food and water in your backpacks and went on your way to find the lake. It took you only a few minutes of walking. Nina spread a blanket on the grass, and you all sat down cross-legged, munching on your sandwiches. Mikey jabbered without a pause, making Nina laugh. You leaned back onto your arms and closed your eyes, taking in the warmth of the sunlight, the smell of moss and wood, the gurgling sounds of the waterfall, Mike’s deep voice and your girlfriend’s bright laughter. It was just perfect.

After you had finished your lunch, Nina took off her shoes and strode along the way through the shallow waters on the shore. You took the opportunity alone with Mike to check on him. The whole day you had been wondering if he was doing okay. Well, as okay as someone could be the day after they got their heart broken. He was a lot calmer than usual, and you really hoped that he didn’t regret coming with you. You put your hand on Mike’s shoulder. “How are you? Can you cope with me and Nina?” You nodded over to your girlfriend who was trying to make pebbles jump over the water.

Mike looked at you through his lashes and smiled. Or attempted to smile because somehow it looked odd. Not his usual cute beam.

Fuck! What were you supposed to say? ‘I’m falling hard for you AND your girlfriend?’ That wouldn’t be smart. So you just nodded.

“Yeah, it’s fine. I really appreciate that you try to distract me. And it’s working.” Working a little too well, to be fair. You turned to watch Nina. She was so cute, attempting to skip stones over the surface of the lake. And she was giving you a nice view every time she bent down to grab another pebble. You’d better get back to Mel. He was watching his girlfriend, too and the look on his face was just so adorable, you could kiss him right here and now. Damn it, Mikey, what made you think spending a whole weekend with the two of them would be anything but a disaster? You were desperately trying to think of something else when a gush of cold water startled you, making you and Mel both jump up in surprise. Nina was snickering, proud of herself for making both men scream like school girls. But as you started to run into the lake, she screamed herself and tried to get away from you. Mel followed foot and you both chased her down, ending up in a tangle of limbs and giggles when both of you finally lunged for her.

When you stood up again, all three of you were laughing and spluttering. And your heart was about to burst. Having them both in your arms was just the best feeling ever.

If you didn’t want to wreck another relationship, you had to retreat. You stepped back, waddling towards the shore and sat down on the grass. A heavy lump formed in your stomach as you watched Mel and Nina. They were laughing and kissing and running their hands all over each other’s bodies. It was the most beautiful thing ever and yet, it crushed you to look at it.

You pulled your wet shirt over your head and dropped it next to you. Mel and Nina’s kisses were getting more intense and your body reacted to it. Carefully you tried to adjust your pants, which wasn’t really successful as they were dripping wet, too. So you got up and walked into the woods, trying to bring yourself to reason.

You had noticed that Mike was leaving you alone, and you wondered what he was thinking. It wasn’t very empathetic of Mel and you to give Mike such a show while he was trying to get over his heartache. It was just so hard not to get handsy with Mel when he was standing so close to you, completely wet.

You pushed Mel away from diving his head into your cleavage. He pouted at you but as he saw the concerned look on your face, he understood.

“We better get going,” he just said and turned to walk back to the shore. He was still hard, and you just hated to see him leave like this, but you knew it was the right thing to do. When you had packed everything, Mike was back too, and you headed back to the van.

You changed into dry clothes, but the guys decided to just switch to new shorts, neither of them bothering to put on a shirt.

Great! So now you were not only stuck with your boyfriend and your crush, no, now you had to endure them half naked for the rest of your ride. Which luckily didn’t take too long, and somewhere along the way you even managed to think of something other than being sandwiched between the two of them.

You had picked out a small secluded cove for the stop of the night. Mel and Mike went to gather some wood for a campfire. Meanwhile, you rearranged the van to build comfortable beds for Mel and you and Mike. The pop top roof was meant to be your bedroom and Mike got the back of the van to himself. You even arranged some fairy lights on the ceiling, making it look more romantic and comfy.

As the boys got back, you all worked together to make yourself some pasta for dinner. And after that, you spent the evening at the fire, talking and laughing.

At some point, Mel took his guitar and started to play. You leaned your head on his shoulder and stretched your legs over Mikey’s thighs. You didn’t even think about what you were doing. It just felt natural and somehow domestic.

After two beers and a shared joint, Mike got all talkative again, telling you the most ridiculous stories about his love life. You hung on every word he spoke, and Mel did the same. You cuddled together around the fire and everything just felt perfect.

“And then I rubbed a whole glass of honey all over my body, from my neck down to my toes. I was completely covered with that sticky mess. Don’t ask me what I was thinking because I wasn’t! And then she sent me a text that she wouldn’t come over. So, I had ruined my phone, and it took me the entire night to get myself and the bedroom rid of that sticky shit. Advice from me: Don’t overdo things for food play!” You giggled. “Who the hell bails out of the opportunity to lick you clean?” The words were out of your mouth before you could think. You bit your lip in regret, but the guys just laughed at your comment.

Mike cocked his head. “I think I am talking way too much. What about your most stupid sex accidents? I want to hear, please!” Mike was just as successful as Mel at making the most adorable puppy eyes as he looked at you two.

Mel snorted: “Not nearly as entertaining as yours, Mike, but I once tried my best to show my dominance and threw that girl onto the bed only to break my toe on the bed frame the next second. So I was curled on the floor, crying like a baby, instead of manhandling her. Ruined the mood pretty quickly!” All three of you chuckled at that before the eyes of both boys turned to you expectantly.

You turned away shyly, not wanting to appear boring. “I don’t really have anything to tell,” you admitted. “I am not that experienced in this area.” You felt the heat crawling up your neck and ears.

Mel sensed your discomfort and pulled you closer in his arms. “We’re working on it, babe!” he told you with a wink

You knew it wasn't going to be easy. But in no way had you expected how much this whole trip would mess with your heart. There was only so much longing a man could handle. And this was too much.

You had to focus on every word, on every movement tonight, not to let the affection you felt for Mel and Nina show. Maybe you weren't trying hard enough. The way your heart started racing when Nina put her feet in your lap. And the way Mel looked into your eyes as you tried to hide your feelings by telling all these stupid stories. Surely, they must have seen how much you felt for them?

As you lay in your bed and stared into the darkness, you debated with yourself whether you should open up about your feelings. But did you really want to risk your friendship? Their relationship? No, you had to suffer in silence.

You chuckled sadly as you recognized the sounds coming from the roof. They were trying to be quiet. But of course, they couldn't be so careful that they were completely silent while fucking in an old camper van. There were the creaks of the old vehicle, the stifled moans, the small giggles. You imagined what it would be like to join them. It wasn't difficult, you had pictured them in your head before. And after this day, where you were able to watch them and feel them… It was easy.

Your hand slipped into your boxers. It wrapped around your hard cock, and you started to stroke yourself slowly, with a tight grip. It was hardly enough to still your desire, but you could at least ease a little of the tension that had been building up the whole day. Nina’s small whimpers shot straight into your guts.

Then there was this grunt that must have escaped Melot's lips. You tried to hold back your own sounds of pleasure as you rubbed your thumb over your leaking tip, spreading the beads of pre-cum all over your dick. You thought of how their bodies slammed into each other. How Nina's wonderful tits bounced as Mel rutted into her. You pictured yourself being part of it. How you would lap at her core, how you would kiss him and let him taste his girlfriend on your tongue. How you would tremble when his hands finally touched you.

Shit, you had lost all control, panting heavily as you looked down at the mess you had made all over your chest. Surely, you had been too loud.

But you could still hear them. Maybe they hadn't noticed, in their own euphoria.

You feared you wouldn't find sleep at all, but this storm of feelings had brought exhaustion with it, and you fell asleep shortly after your shameful rapture.

You almost fell asleep at the fire, snuggled against Mel and Mike. You felt so happy, so cared for. Your heart was full, it felt…complete.

Mel had taken you back to bed at some time. And as you climbed up to the mattress on the roof you were immediately awake again, hungry for Mel's touch. You needed him now.

As you pressed your palm against the semi hard cock in his boxers, he hissed.

“We need to be quiet!” he told you, only to groan once more, when your fingers circled over the sensitive spot on his frenulum. Happy to draw this reaction out of him, you giggled.

You freed his cock, which was far from semi by now. His boxers were already ruined from the pre-cum that leaked from his slit.

With soft, open-mouthed kisses you descended from Mel's lips, moving over his whole chest until you reached your destination. Your tongue darted out to lick at what was left of the salty evidence of his arousal.

Closing your lips around his swollen tip, you started to move your head up and down, your cheeks hollowed. You would never get used to how good he felt in your mouth. Your hand came to aid, wrapping around his shaft, close to his root and mirroring your movements.

His muscles tensed with every little bit of sensation you gave him.

The air in the tent was damp, and sweat was running down your spine. You stopped for a moment, thought you heard something, but you didn't notice anything now.

Melot guided you to look at him. He gave you a pleading look and hooked his finger, silently telling you to get up to him.

When your faces were pressed against each other again, he whispered in your ear:

“I need to fuck you so badly, baby!”

You happily obliged and straddled his thighs. It wasn't easy to move in the cramped space of the van. When the car creaked under your actions, you suppressed a giggle.

After finally finding a comfortable position, you raised your hip and sank down again, this time with Mel’s cock stretching you open.

Both of you needed to move slowly, but after the constant buildup of sexual tension throughout the day, it took little to bring you pleasure. You felt every twitch, every bit of friction inside of you. And when Melot's fingers pinched your sensitive nipples you couldn't hold back some whimpers.

You looked into Mel's eyes, his face glowing from sweat in the shine of the fairy lights. His self-control was just as close to being shattered as yours.

Leaning back, you found a new angle that hit you exactly where you needed him. The rhythm to which you moved your hips got faster. You were almost there. Your hand ran up Mel's inner thigh until they reached his balls. They were drenched in your arousal.

He clenched his jaw as you ran your fingers up and down to spread your juices even further. Leaning forwards, you found access to move your fingers briefly between his cheeks.

The sound he made as you slowly brushed over his tight entrance was almost enough to make you cum.

Your eyes met and you shared a small smile.

Slowing down your rhythm as you tried to catch a breath, you heard him: Stifled moans, coming from below. Your pussy clenched around Mel's cock as you thought about what Mike was doing to himself.

You had stopped moving but Melot rutted into you, jerking his hips up as hard as he could.

Mike must have been close now, by now he had completely forgotten to stay calm. Your gaze fell upon Mel and what you saw just turned your whole world upside down. This pained expression in his eyes, full of longing and desire, it wasn't meant for you. It was all for Mike.

As you sat by the fire, you thought about your day, and you came to the conclusion that it was just perfect. Better than it could have been without Mike, like you had originally planned.

No, it felt so good to have him with you. You all had so much fun.

When you had seen him the day before, curled up on the floor and crying, your heart broke for him. And seeing him now, laughing again. It did something to you: A warm feeling spread in your chest.

But now it was getting late. Mike had already gone to bed and Nina's head lay heavy on your chest now, too. You pulled her in your arms and carried her to the camper. As you stood at the ladder you still wondered how you could get your sleeping girlfriend up to your bed when she stirred in your arms.

“Put me down, Mel, I can walk!” Her voice was husky. You did as she told you, but when she tried to climb the ladder, you had to steady her, putting both your hands on her magnificent ass. Nothing to complain about.

The bed on top of the van was just beautiful. Nina lit up the fairy lights and dragged you down to her.

She was very much awake again, you noticed, as she pressed her soft body against yours.

As her hand found its way to your growing erection, you tried your best to keep quiet, not quite successful. It got even harder when she wrapped her beautiful soft lips around your cock. Pressing your heels into the mattress, you focused to keep at least a little composure not to wake Mike.

There was some rumbling down in the van and Nina stopped for a second.

It was a perfect opportunity to guide her up to you again. You were so desperate to feel her warm, wet pussy around your cock. Luckily, she needed you as much as you needed her.

She rode you way too slowly. Your dick craved every little bit of movement she gave you. You fought hard not to take over control and fuck her hard. Feeling for her heavy breasts and rolling her hardened buds in your fingers, also wasn't helpful to calm you down. You drank in the picture before you. She was so fucking gorgeous as she rocked her hips.

When she repositioned herself and let her hands run over your thighs, you lost it. Her fingers worked eagerly over all these sensitive spots. Spots where you hadn't been touched before. A loud moan escaped your mouth at the unfamiliar feeling. All this made you feel so needy.

Your eyes shot open as you realized what the sounds you heard, coming from below you, meant. Suddenly, there was this image of Mike in your head. You pictured him pumping his cock. You pictured his face, frowning in effort. You pictured touching him, helping him with his endeavors. Whatever it was that made you feel this way, you couldn't change it. And so, you just accepted it, as you fucked your girlfriend, thinking how desperately you wanted to kiss the man that lay in the bed below you two.

You stared into the night and listened to the noises that Nina and Mike made in their sleep. You weren’t able to stop thinking. What were you supposed to do?

As you realized that sleep wasn't an option anyway, you decided to get up. Maybe it was easier to form some clear thoughts if you got some fresh air, away from the soft and warm body of the woman you loved.

You carefully climbed down from the roof of your van and sat down by the smoldering fire.

By now you had accepted that there was more than just friendship you felt for Mike. But you still felt the same deep love for Nina as before. How was this supposed to work?

There was some rustling and, before you could turn, a pair of hands ran down from your shoulders to your chest. Nina wrapped you in her arms as she sat down behind you.

"We should talk!" she whispered softly in your ear.

"About what?" Your heart was pounding in your chest. Yet, you still hoped that she wasn’t aware of your feelings.

"About Mike!" Panic started to build in your center. So it was that obvious? After a deep inhale, you turned so you could look at Nina. You took her hands in yours and sighed. How should you even start a conversation like this?

But you didn't have to search for words as Nina began to speak: "Melot, I saw it. What you feel for him. Your face is like an open book. And it's okay. We can't fight what we feel. Just be honest with me, okay?" She looked at you with a shy smile and big eyes. You swallowed down a sob that tried to escape you. It was never your intention to hurt anyone. But that was probably what was about to happen as soon as you started to speak.

"I didn't know, not until I heard him. And it doesn't change anything I feel for you, babe. I love you!" It sounded ridiculous and yet, it was the truth.

To your shock, Nina started to laugh. Not the sad, sarcastic chuckle you deserved but her bright, joyful laughter that made you call her your ray of sunshine.

"Just look at us. So happily in love, and yet we both fall for someone else. For the same guy even." Your eyes widened when you perceived the meaning of Nina's words.

“Wait! What?” you stuttered. “You feel the same? What… What’s wrong with us, Nina?” This whole situation was becoming more and more like a dream. Your whole body was shaking and your eyes searched for Nina’s in hopes that she could somehow help you out of this nightmare.

And she could: “Nothing is wrong with us, Melot. It looks as if our hearts are too big for loving just one person.” She chuckled softly. “There’s enough room for Mike to join.”

Tears gathered in the corner of your eyes as you realized that Nina wasn’t mad at you. That you wouldn’t lose her. Relief rushed through you, it felt like a heavy stone was lifted off your chest. Nina pulled you closer into her embrace and kissed away the tears that had found a way down your cheeks.

Your voice was still trembling as you dared to speak again: “Nina, I was so scared you’d hate me! I don’t ever want to lose you!” She pressed a firm kiss onto your lips.

“Melot, you fool, you won’t lose me. I’ve never felt so much for a person as I feel for you.” With more kisses, you tried to calm your overflowing emotions. It took you a while until you finally could get back to talking.

“But what about Mike?” You couldn’t just ignore the affection that you both had for him.

Nina sighed and with a look on her face that told you she wasn’t nearly as sure about this as it sounded, she said: ”We need to talk to him. We should ask him if he wants to join us”

You shook your head in disbelieve. “Like what? Hey, you wanna fuck my girlfriend - and me?” Your voice cracked as you spoke the last words and panic rose in your chest once more. “Damn, that feels strange! I never…” You couldn’t end the sentence, but Nina knew what you wanted to say anyway. She pulled you closer once more and soothed you with her fingers running through your hair and the warmth of her body pressed against you. When she was convinced that you were as relaxed as one could be, who just found out that they were not as straight as they had always thought they were, she spoke again:

“Let’s take our time and see what happens. Maybe carefully test the waters. See how Mike reacts to us.” A reassuring smile spread over her pretty face. “If we’re lucky, we can share our love. And if we aren’t, we can share our heartache."

You spent way too much time hiding in the van after you woke up, not wanting to see either of them. You feared they had heard you last night and alone by thinking of it, you felt the blood rush through your ears. But that wasn’t the only cause for your retreat. You were sure you couldn’t face another day in their presence. How could you ignore your feelings? You were someone who carried their heart on their sleeve. You were someone who was expressive with their emotions. Keeping them shut away was completely against your nature.

But, you could brood as long as you wanted, at some point, you couldn’t ignore any longer that you really, really had to pee.

To your surprise, you found them sleeping, cuddled into blankets at the dying campfire. After you had relieved yourself, you got back to the camp. Melot and Nina were both stirring in their makeshift bed on the grass. You silently turned and decided to get more wood for the fire so you could make some much needed coffee.

When you returned with an armful of branches, Mel and Nina were both awake. They greeted you smiling, and you were grateful that, if they had noticed you tonight, they were kind enough to just ignore it.

Mel helped you to start a new fire and Nina prepared the coffee and cut some fruit.

There was an awkward silence as you all went about your work. But when you sat down on a trunk, Nina squatted down between your thighs and gazed softly at you with her beautiful brown eyes.

"How are you doing, love?" The pet name made your heart flutter, and you didn't know how to take it. Melot stood behind you and joined the conversation: "Are you still thinking of Will?"

You carefully chose the words for your response: "To be honest, it wasn't ever much about Will. Hell, this sounds mean, but it's the truth. We split up because I fell in love. And it obviously wasn’t Will I fell for." You closed your eyes for a second, thinking back to the awful last conversation you had had with your ex-boyfriend.

"He noticed how I looked at them, how I yearned for them." As you stared off into the distance, you didn't notice the looks that Mel and Nina exchanged with each other.

Nina put both of her hands on your knees and slowly brushed them up and down your thighs. Her touch shot straight to your heart, and you could barely hold back the moan that threatened to escape your mouth.

To make it even harder, Mel sank his palms onto your shoulders and massaged your tense muscles. Electric shocks ran through your body as they touched you like this.

"Is there anything we can do for you?" Melot asked, his voice dropping.

You bit down a sarcastic chuckle. "You are already doing too much."

You had the window rolled down and enjoyed the wind in your hair. On the outside you might have appeared calm, but there were a thousand thoughts racing through your mind. Within the last twenty-four hours, the whole idea of your relationship had changed into something new. Something that had you getting excited but also scared.

The realization of Melot’s feelings for Mike had felt like a hit in your guts for a few seconds, until you admitted to yourself that it was only fair to allow him to feel the same way you did. And not long after, you came to the conclusion that it was probably the best thing that could ever happen to you, that your man shared your crush on Mike with you. The night by the fire with Melot in your arms, you felt closer to him than ever before and though you thought it wasn’t possible, it felt like your love for this man grew even bigger. Your thoughts drifted to another scene earlier that day that made your heart jump. Mike confessed he was falling in love. He didn’t tell you with whom. But maybe your senses didn’t trick you and there was something between him and the both of you. Maybe his heart was racing just as much as yours when he touched you. And maybe the way he looked at Mel when he thought no one was watching was really the yearning you thought you recognized.

You could have just asked him, but you didn’t dare. And so Mel and you chose to just tease the hell out of Mike and wait for his reaction. Mel turned to you for a second, as you were in the passenger’s seat today, and smiled mischievously. His hand dropped to your thigh and his fingers dug into your flesh. Yeah, you should take another turn teasing Mikey, so you got up and crawled between the seats, trying to give Mike a perfect view of your cleavage as you pretended to search for something in one of the bags in the back seat. You moved as slowly as possible, brushing your fingers along Mike’s calves, making it look like it was just an accidental touch. And with satisfaction, you saw how Mike tensed at the contact. He clenched his jaw and his eyes widened just for the part of a second. Yes, he wasn’t unaffected by you.

Mel stopped when he found another beautiful deserted beach. It was a hot day, and you decided that swimming was a better option than going for a hike.

You changed into your bikini in the camper and as you stepped out into the sun you smiled. Mel was standing with his back to you and Mike was close to him, rubbing sunscreen onto the tattoos on your boyfriend’s skin. You joined them, taking the sunscreen tub, and you started to work on Mike’s back. He felt so good under your hands. When every bit of skin on all three of you was cared for, you made your way into the waves. Mike and Mel had fun chasing you once more. The three of you were screaming and laughing and soon enough you had found yourself in an entanglement of arms and bodies again. It was just perfect, this was how you wanted it to be, from now on, until forever.

There were hands on your waist, and you couldn’t even tell to whom they might belong. Another arm wrapped around you and tugged you down into the water. You felt lips on your neck. When you turned, you looked into the eyes of your boyfriend, and they were sparkling with joy. He pressed a firm kiss onto you and grabbed your hand. As you followed him back to the shore, you realized that in his other hand he held Mike and pulled him with you, too.

Mel dropped down onto your blanket and Mike and you both followed him. Mel moved you to straddle him and shared a deep kiss with you. You answered him, opening up, letting his tongue enter and explore you. Mel's hands cupped your breasts through the thin, wet fabric of your bikini, sending shivers down to your core. But then you heard a frustrated grunt and pulled back. Mike sat next to you with an expression that you didn’t know from him. There was a deep frown on his face and if you were to guess, you would say he looked hurt.

When Mike saw that he got the attention of both Mel and you, he started to ramble:

“Sorry guys, I can’t take it anymore! You are both playing with my feelings! This might be fun for you, but it’s not for me. In fact, it hurts like hell. All your looks, all your touches, do you realize what they do to me? You are not helping me, all you’re doing is make me fall even harder for you two!”

That’s when Mel rushed forward. His mouth was on Mike’s before you could even blink. It looked awkward, there were noses brushing against each other, teeth clicking, as they were trying to find the right position, but in the end it was the sweetest kiss you had ever witnessed. And it was your boys who were kissing. They were yours.

You were so fucking nervous as you watched Mikey through the rearview mirror. He looked tired and tense. And yet, he was just so beautiful. Nina found ways to taunt him from time to time, and it was too cute to see him blush. When you saw the beach, you knew you had to stop. Just thinking about fooling around with them in swimwear made you lose your mind. And you were just about right. You weren’t even in the water before you were a total mess. Did you really have the stupid idea to ask Mike if he could help you with the sunscreen on your back? Well, you didn’t want to ruin your tattoos, right? But there you were, trying your best to hide all the emotions that you felt as Mike let his hands roam over your skin. They were soft and warm and yet, they gave you goosebumps wherever he touched you. He was so close. You just needed to turn and kiss him. But you couldn’t. Not yet. Nina joined you, applying some sunscreen on Mikey, and you did the same for her. As you went to extra lengths to take care of the sensitive skin of her breasts, you saw Mikey’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard. It was really time to get into the cool water or else your heart would overrule your mind, and you would do things you just shouldn’t do. Nina was the first to run into the waves and Mike and you followed her. All of you were screaming and laughing, trying to get one another to dive into the water. Your heart jumped as you felt Mike tickling your side. Then you had Nina in a tight grip. You pressed your lips on her neck and sucked at her soft skin. First you looked into Nina’s eyes and realized that she was just as happy as you were. And then you turned to study the deep blue eyes of Mike. You saw that bittersweet expression that you knew from yourself. He was longing for you. For both of you most likely. You decided that you had to go all in now. There was no way to drag this out any longer without hurting someone. You grabbed both the hands of your girlfriend and of Mike and guided them back to the beach.

There was no plan you could follow, and your brain wasn’t working properly at the moment, so you just improvised. You dropped to the ground, taking them both with you. Not daring to touch Mike, you started to kiss Nina, pulling her into your lap. Her nipples, hard from the cold water, were peeking through the fine material of her bikini, and you couldn’t just ignore it. You cupped her breasts, deepening your kiss. Now you needed to find a way to let Mike know that you wanted to share this with him. But there was no need to because Mike was done with the teasing. He was so angry and it was so adorable. And as he confessed that he was really falling for both of you, you couldn’t hold back any longer. You pulled his face to yours and, your heart dropping a beat, you pressed your lips on his. It felt so different, so new. Your nose was in your way, and you were moving way too fast. But it was such a great feeling. Mike’s tongue was exploring you, and you sank your hand into his wet curls to pull him as close to you as you could. Nina, who was still sitting in your lap, wriggled between the two of you, and you finally pulled back to look at her. Your heart was racing. What if she changed her mind? What if she couldn’t see you kissing someone else? But then you saw her face and she looked happy and - proud. Her hand cupped Mike’s cheek, and she started kissing him just as passionately as you had a second earlier.

As you watched them, you felt your cock twitch in your pants. You wanted them, you wanted them both so badly. But just as you reached out for Mike’s chest, he pulled out of your embrace. He sat back, his eyes rushing from you to Nina and back to you. “Sorry, I need to know. Is this what you are doing here with me a casual hookup? Because I can’t do that. I can’t have my heart broken again.” Nina took his hand and answered him, a soft smile on her face: “No, Mike, we’re both so totally into you. We want to ask you if you would like to be part of what we have.” His eyes went big as saucers and his head turned to you, looking at you quizzically. You nodded. “You have to be patient with me. I’ve never been with a guy before. But I really, really can’t stop thinking of you.”

Mike ran with his hand through his hair, still a look of disbelief on his face. But then he grew a smug smirk from ear to ear. “I think I just won the jackpot!”

You started kissing again, taking turns. Your hands were exploring each other's bodies. The sensations were overwhelming. Mike felt and tasted so different but just so good. The bulge in your pants grew with every touch. And then a hand pressed against your erection. Your gaze dropped: The hand belonged to Mike. For a moment, you froze in your movements.

Mike must have sensed your hesitation because he removed his hand from between your legs and cupped your cheek instead.

"Relax, we're just having fun. If you're not comfortable with something, let me know. But please let me try to make you feel good." His words soothed you. You covered his hand with yours and let your forehead sink against his.

"Okay!" Your words were barely a whisper. Mike rubbed his nose against yours, the cutest smile on his face. The kiss that followed was sweet and gentle.

When he pulled back, Nina replaced Mike's spot on your mouth. You decided to close your eyes and just let whatever was about to happen, happen.

There were lips and hands all over your body. A gasp escaped you as a hand slipped into your pants. They were sticky and wet, and you were eager to get them down. When you managed and your cock sprang free, you heard a deep moan. You opened your eyes and saw how Mike and Nina exchanged looks, Mikey biting his lip in anticipation.

Turning your attention to Nina, you pulled on the strings to undo her bikini top and both Mike and you grabbed a handful of her tits. It didn't take long until Mike replaced it with his mouth. And then you felt Mike's hand, skin on skin. Damn, why did this feel so good? He stroked you in slow motions. When his mouth left Nina's nipple he grinned at you.

"This is heaven! Boobies and dick, all for me!" You were totally in love with this stupid dork.

Somehow you found yourself lying on your back on the blanket. Nina was kneeling next to you, apparently just as excited as you, as Mike slowly descended your body. He pressed wet kisses on every bit of skin that he passed, until he stopped just inches away from where the tip of your cock lay heavy on your ab.

"Come here, baby!" you told your girlfriend and dragged her leg over you. You pushed her bikini to the side and guided her to sit on your face.

Nina was soaking wet and you devoured both her delicious pussy and the sweet sounds that she made in response.

And then you felt Mike's wet, warm mouth. "Fuck!" To silence any other profanities that dared to escapeyou, you kept your tongue busy drawing circles around Nina's pearl.

Mike knew exactly what he was doing, he found every spot that needed attention. It was sloppy and eager and you really had a hard time not forgetting that there was a pussy in your face that should be cared for.

When Mikey started to hum with your dick deep down his throat, you lost it. You threw your head back. "Damn, Mike, you're really making it hard for me not to cum."

Nina giggled as Mike hummed once more. They were fucking teases. She had moved and you couldn't reach her with your mouth anymore. Instead, she gifted you the best sight of your life: This curly head between your legs, your cock disappearing between those beautiful full lips and a pair of blue eyes gazing at you. And her own pair of eyes, switching between adoring that gorgeous guy giving you head and watching you, so much affection written onto her pretty face.

With her hands and mouth gently caressing you, Nina moved further down your body. Mike straddled your leg, making room for Nina to join him. And she did. They took turns, licking along your shaft, sucking you and kissing each other. You were so close now, it was hard not to shut your eyes and let go, but you needed to enjoy this for a little longer. You needed to see their beautiful faces hovering over your cock.

Nina stopped working on your dick and instead she moaned and whined, her eyes rolling back. You clearly recognized her O-face. Mike kept going, shoving you deep down his throat. Whatever Mike had done to Nina, he had brought her to collapse onto your side. She was trying to catch her breath, starfishing over your thigh. You took her hand and laced your fingers with her.

Mike repositioned himself and, pulling your leg up, he opened you wide. His fingers were wet, covered in Nina’s juices as they brushed over the sensitive area between your sac and your ass. “You want me to go lower?” His gaze was so lustful as he awaited your answer. Your voice broke as you mouthed a desperate “Please!”

Mikey’s finger carefully pushed into your puckered hole and at the same time he resumed his work with his mouth on your cock. You could hardly breathe at the sensation, your whole body felt like it was about to burst. And as Mike added a second finger, you were gone, seeing stars and shuddering uncontrollably as you exploded into his mouth.

It wasn’t by far the first time you rode your boyfriend’s beautiful face. But watching him getting a blowjob from this silly handsome boy while he licked and sucked at your clit? That was something else! You couldn’t even be mad when he stopped eating your pussy. You imagined what it must feel for him. And to be honest, you wanted nothing more in the world right now than to join Mike. You crawled down and settled on Mel’s thigh and Mike generously shared your boyfriend’s dick with you. Wait? Did you have two boyfriends now? Didn’t matter. You felt Mike’s finger running through your folds, and soon he had them deep inside of you. He found your most sensitive spot with ease and curled his fingers to hit you there over and over. You were a whimpering mess by now. Mike built so much pressure in your core, and when he used his palm to rub over your swollen bud, you snapped. You came undone, your juices gushing over his skillful fingers and your limbs finally gave out. You dropped onto Mel and couldn’t do anything other than breathe and watch Mike.

You could hardly keep your eyes open but you had to. And it didn’t take long until you felt Mel trembling under your body, and you saw Mike swallowing the seed that Mel shot down his throat.

A sound escaped you from deep in your throat and as Mike pulled away from Mel, your lips crashed into his. Your tongue tasted Mel as it brushed over his lips and when he opened them for you, the salty taste of Mel’s cum got even stronger.

All of this made you so happy, you could cry. In fact, you noticed there were tears streaming down your face. Mel reached out for you and pulled you into his arms. Mike joined you on the other side of Mel’s chest and both men stroked your hair and back tenderly. Mike cooed soft words into your ear and Mel pressed kisses on your and Mike’s hair.

“Are you okay, sweetcheeks?” Mike’s eyesshowed concern. You nodded with a sniffle. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just love this so much. I’m happy. I really am!” Mel and Mike both kissed your forehead. You relaxed and sunk onto Mel’s chest, unable to tell if it were seconds or hours that passed until you could form a straight thought again. And that first thought was guilt. You felt bad for Mike who was still in his soaked swimming shorts while Mel and you were totally spent thanks to him. And yet, he was soothing you and didn’t push for you taking care of him eventually.

You started to nestle on his shorts but Mike took your hands and pulled them up to his chest. “I know what you’re up to, sweetcheeks. But there’s no need to rush this. Mel and you both need a break. What about we’ll enjoy these cuddles a little more, then pack our stuff and get comfortable in the camper?”

At first you wanted to protest, but Mel stopped you. “He’s right, Nina. Come here!” His lips felt warm and soft and his taste soothed you as his tongue found its way into your mouth. A sigh escaped you when he retreated and his lips left your mouth.

But it was only a second that you lacked his warmth and smoothness, as Mike’s lips closed the gap that Mel had left.

The three of you fell asleep in each other’s arms. When you woke up you thought it was just a dream for a second, until you realized you were still resting your head on Mel’s chest and Nina’s hand was tangled in your hair.

The rest of the day was just a happy bliss, feeling so comfortable around them now that no one had to hide their feelings anymore.The time was filled with more swimming, some shared sandwiches and those teasing little caresses that the three of you shared. Those caresses that made you want to take it further. But you wanted to do this right, you really felt so much for them already, and you'd hate to mess things up by rushing them into a situation they were not ready for. A little part of your heart still feared that they would regret their decision.

That was until you took the last bags to the van. Nina and Mel were in the back of the camper and you overheard them talking:

“Mel, I still can’t believe this is happening.”

“I know, it’s so fucking perfect, isn’t it?”

“When I saw you with him… Damn, Mel, my heart melted!” “Stop it, I’m getting a boner just by thinking about how you two looked with my cock in your mouths.”

You cleared your throat before you opened the tailgate further to climb onto your mattress with them. There was no need to talk, they must have seen what you were craving as you kissed them hungrily. Mel didn’t hesitate to pull down your shorts. But then it was Nina who first took your hardening cock in her hand.

"Wow, did that hurt? That’s cool! When did you get that? Does it do anything for you during sex? Can I touch it?" she blurted out, making you laugh.

“Yes, it did fucking hurt, I got it when I was 18, it was a bet with a friend. Yes, it does something to me during sex. Best lost bet ever. And I’d love for you to touch it.” Nina bent down to examine your reverse prince albert piercing. Carefully, she let her fingers brush over the titanium ring and the pre-cum that leaked from the pierced flesh.

"It's gorgeous!" she remarked and you groaned as you watched her licking her fingers. Mel and you shared the same thought as you both pawed at Nina to get her rid of her clothes.

Your piercing still had her very interested, as she sank her head into your lap and drew lazy circles around it with her tongue. Mel watched you, his fingers working on Nina and stroking himself. Oh, this was going to be fun!

She got you moaning and panting in no time, though the other two weren't exactly more subtle with the lewd sounds that left their lips.

"Doing so good for us, baby!" Mel cooed, massaging the soft flesh of her ass. Oh, she liked that, you noticed, as she squirmed.

"Such a good girl for us, just look at her, Mel! So eagerly sucking my dick!" Nina whined needily at the praises.

You expected Mel to start fucking her, her rear pushed up high, inviting him. But he had other plans.

"Babe, where's the lube?" Nina couldn't answer him with her mouth stretched around your cock, so she just waved a hand into the direction of some bags. You were about to pull back to let her speak when Mel was successful in his search and started to coat his fingers.

When Mel entered her tight hole, Nina sucked on your dick like her life depended on it. You felt it shooting deep through your body. Cradling her head in both your hands you thrust into her mouth, drops of saliva running down Nina's chin and your thighs. She was so fucking gorgeous, whining around your cock.

Mel added another finger, you felt it as Nina responded to it with more desperate moans and her technique getting to a point where it was just a hair's breadth from being uncomfortable.

Mel laid back, his head resting against the back seat. “Come here, baby!” Nina followed his orders and let him guide her to lean her shoulders on his chest, his hands on her hips as she slowly descended, his cock stretching open her puckered hole. When he was buried in her to his hilt, Mel covered her neck in kisses and little bites and more words of praise, whispered into her ear.

You devoured the sight in front of you. Mel spread Nina's legs open wide over his thighs so you could see her dripping pussy, squeezing out more of her arousal as it clenched around nothing.

There was no way you wouldn’t dive between her legs. You lowered yourself, wrapping your arms around Mel’s thighs to keep you steady and put your mouth against her. She tasted like heaven, you thought, as you lapped through her open petals. When the tip of your tongue rolled over her swollen clit, Nina let out a moan. Was this your doing or Mel’s? You tried again, pressing your tongue down on her. This time there was no doubt you were responsible for her reaction. She repeated that sweet sound and her hand pressed your head to her core. She wanted to make sure you stayed exactly where you were. You took the invitation and kept doing what she longed for, dragging more moans and profanities from her lips as you kept working on her. Mel’s thrusts got faster, and you had to adapt your rhythm to follow him. You increased speed and pressure, and right when you thought your mouth was going to get numb, you heard Nina screaming your name, followed by a deep grunt from Mel. You looked up at them with a smile. Mel locked his eyes with yours and guided you to get up. Kneeling in front of them, Mel pulled you close and locked his lips with yours. His tongue darted out, desperate to taste Nina on you. When you pulled back, Mel brushed his thumb along your jaw and rubbed it over your lower lip. “Please fuck her, Mike. I want to feel you move inside of her cunt.” You gasped at the thought of it.

Yes, you really wanted nothing more than this. You asked if you needed a condom, but as you were all clean and Nina was on birth control, there was no need to. So you finally aligned yourself at her entrance and sank your cock between her soft, warm walls.

Your heart raced as you were finally united with them. It took you a whileto find a position in which you were both comfortable, and able to bottom out because damn, you needed to feel as much of this as possible. When you had found the right position, you started to move. Feeling Mel thrust into Nina made it hard for you not to cum on the spot. Taking deep breaths, you focused on your motions. Your hips moved in a slow rhythm and your mouth searched for Nina and Mel and soon your bodies were moving in sync. As Mel pulled out you pushed in. Nina was alternating between whimpering and screaming whenever you left her lips.

When Mel bit down hard on your lip, you knew he was fighting, too, to hold back his release. You kissed down his neck, sucked at the soft skin behind his ear and, between your own moans, you told him: “Cum for me, Mel. Cum for me and Nina!”

“Fuck!” Mel grunted, and he started to rut into Nina’s ass relentlessly, not holding back any longer. You stopped moving, just feeling how Mel’s dick pressed against yours as he moved. And you felt Nina clenching around your cock, close to her own climax. Mel threw his head back, another “Fuck!” pressed through his teeth. You held him, keeping him and Nina in place and resumed thrusting into Nina’s pussy. You didn’t hold back any longer either, and it took you only a few more strokes until you released yourself into her. It was hard not to collapse onto the mattress, but you needed to check on Nina. Mel was already pressing kisses on her cheek, but you held her close and started to kiss her other side. “Was I too fast for you?” you asked her, but Nina chuckled in return.

“You were fucking me senseless and didn’t even notice?” she asked, making all of you laugh. And then the three of you settled down onto the mattress, a chaos of arms and legs and heaving chests.

It took you another two hours of cuddling, talking and kissing until you were ready to head back home. All bags were stowed away, Nina crawled into the backseat and Mel was sitting behind the steering wheel, waiting for you to get in.

Your eyes drifted back to the beach where you kissed them for the first time. The memory of the butterflies fluttering in your stomach at that moment made you smile. You’d had the perfect day here today!

You reached out for the passenger door handle of the van, but then you stopped. With a smirk on your face, you opened the rear door instead. „Would it be too mean if I spend the drive home in the back seat with Nina?“ you asked, giving Mel your best puppy eyes. He just shook his head in return and chuckled, which you took as his okay.

Dragging Nina‘s legs over your thighs, you started kissing her before Mel was even out of the parking spot.

You had one hand in Nina‘s shorts, the other one under her shirt and your tongue down her throat when you heard Mel‘s growl. „Just so you know, we‘re taking turns driving and making out in the back seat, okay?“

3 months later

When you put the comforters on the bed, your gaze wandered through the room. There were still a lot of boxes littered all over, but it already felt comfy. It felt like home.

You smiled as you saw Mike's arm wrapped around Mels broad shoulder when they entered the room. Could they be any cuter? Your heart swelled with love and pride at the sight of your boyfriends.

"Is this your pillow in the middle?" Mel asked with a raised eyebrow as he looked at the oversized bed. You grinned mischievously at him.

"No way you'll get the middle spot. It's mine." Mel jumped onto the bed and grabbed your pillow. Before you were able to react in any way it landed in your face.

And so, the next moment, three grown adults found themselves in a pillow fight.

Mel had you pinned to the bed, ready to tickle you until you gave up, when Mike dropped next to you with a huge grin on his face. "Hey peanuts, stop it! I’ve got the solution."

Mel stopped his attack but didn't let go of you just yet. You both looked expectantly at Mike.

"I will give up my chance to get the middle spot. And I know how to decide which one of you two earns it." He paused for a more dramatic effect. "You compete with each other -" another pause and Mike's smile growing even wider… "in a blow job contest!"

That smug bastard was so proud of his idea. You just laughed. But Mel took your pillow and threw it to the side of the bed, winking at you. "Make yourself comfortable over there, then, baby!"

Then he slid down to kneel between Mike's thighs and started to unbutton the jeans of his boyfriend.

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Crayons and Cassettes

Chapter 2: Johnny Appleseed and Iron Maiden

You are a kindergarten teacher. Eddie’s daughter, Sage, is in your class. Eddie is trying hard not to get too close.

warnings: shot mention of a previous relationship involving abuse. this fic will be 18+ in later chapters- minors DNI!! no use of y/n. (please let me know if I missed anything)

a/n: sorry for the long break! I was traveling over the holidays but now updates should be more consistent! thank you for all the love on chapter 1! please let me know in the comments or my asks if you’d like to be added to the tag list! :)

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Eddie has never really been a crier. He had to toughen up early on; having a drug addict dad and a nonexistent mom, along with becoming the town freak because of his music taste made him develop a thick shell. But, as he’s aged, and as his daughter hit huge milestones, he softened. He allowed himself to cry every once in a while. It was cathartic. He cried when Sage took her first steps. He cried when she colored him a picture of the two of them and Wayne sitting on a picnic blanket under a sun that was purple. He cried when Alice signed over complete custody to him. And now, he was sitting in his old beat up van, crying because she started kindergarten. While his little girl is still little, it’s hard to see them grow so quickly.

Eddie took a moment and wiped his eyes, chuckling at himself, feeling a bit ridiculous for crying at all. He flipped down the visor on his van, sliding open the mirror to check how he looked. His eyes were a little puffy, but it would probably go away in five minutes. He turned on the air conditioning in his car to dry his face, then turned on the radio to try to get his mind off of the subject. He’d see Sage in a few hours. No big deal. After a minute, he pulled his gear shift into drive and started off on his way to work.

Since he graduated high school, Eddie worked in the local Hawkins record store. The owner was someone who actually grew to like him after getting to know him, which was a relief for Eddie. Not many people in this town gave him a chance to even have a job with his reputation, so having a boss that had grown to treat him like family was wonderful. The old man, Mr. Atkinson, had softened a lot to Eddie after he’d had a kid, and even more after the whole custody arrangement with Alice. He’d often let Sage hang out in the back of the shop, giving her a coloring sheet while Eddie finished up his shift. Mr. Atkinson didn’t have a wife or any children, so he’d said that he planned on leaving Eddie the shop once he was gone. Hopefully that would be in a long time from now, but Atkinson was getting older, and he always told Eddie, “Gotta face the reality of it, kid.”

Eddie pulled into his parking spot behind the shop, then went in through the back door. He clocked in, said hello to Mr. Atkinson, and got to work doing inventory.

Around two thirty, Eddie was let out of his job to go pick up Sage. Normally, he’d be going in earlier to be able to leave at this time, but Mr. Atkinson knew today was her first day of school—he’d bought her a sparkly pink pencil to bring with her—so he let Eddie keep his hours short today.

Eddie finished the transaction he was working on, clocked out, waved goodbye to Joe, then walked back out to his van.

He was so excited to hear all about Sage’s day, he was practically vibrating. He wanted to know every detail he could get from her. He drove to the school, then waited in the car line until they released the kids. Because he was there pretty early, he was the 4th car in line. He sat in his van, listening to a mixtape he’d made a year or so ago, but deciding to keep the volume lower than he would have preferred in order to not cause Sage any trouble.

Once the bell rang, you walked your class out to the car line. The children who rode the bus followed another teacher out. You smiled, having the kids line up and following you. Once outside, you had them sit along the wall as you, along with a few other teachers, helped pile kids into their respect cars. You walked up to a van, smiling when you saw Mr. Munson.

Eddie cranked his window down, “Are you just here for Sage or do you have another child as well?” You asked him, unsure if Sage was his only child.

Eddie smiled, “Just Sage. How was her day?” He asked.

“Let me go grab her and I’ll update you in a second!” You called, walking to the kindergarten line and telling Sage her dad was there. She smiled and started to run to the van, but you caught up and slowed her down, taking a moment to explain why running in car line was dangerous. She nodded, then walked with you to Eddie’s van. You opened the door for her, “She did great today! Excellent behavior- she was helpful to others and engaged with the lesson.” You told Eddie with a big smile as you helped Sage buckle her seatbelt, seeing that she was struggling. “I’m sure she has a lot to tell you about though.” You said, closing her door and walking back to the front passenger window.

Eddie smiled, “That’s great. Thank you for being kind to her.” He said.

You raised an eyebrow at that, “Why wouldn’t I be? She’s a great kid.” You smiled. Sage made a silly face at you and you scrunched your nose with a small smile back.

“Well, you must be new in town. But.. yeah. Thanks.”

You were a bit confused as to what he was talking about, but you nodded anyways. “You’re welcome. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow Sage! Tell me what book you read tonight!” You smile, waving the two of them off.

Eddie pulled out of the parking lot, chatting with Sage on his way home, feeling elated that she’d had a great day. She talked his ear off for the entire drive home, on their way into the house, and right up until dinner. That night, Sage got her breakfast for dinner and her favorite ice cream before being tucked into bed. Once she was asleep, Eddie eased out of her bed and slowly walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her as quietly as possible. He felt like the proudest dad in the entire world.

Throughout the next few weeks, Eddie would see you at pick up. You’d always update him on Sage’s progress, and she was doing great. By about the 5th week of school, she was able to write her name without mistakes and knew a lot of her sight words. Throughout your interactions with Eddie, albeit short, he seems to have gotten more comfortable around you. He opened up a little more, making jokes when you’d help Sage into his van. You couldn’t tell for sure, but you thought a few times he flirted with you. You’d always been bad at figuring that stuff out, but you could’ve sworn he had. You’d wanted to talk it through with someone, but you still hadn’t made many friends that weren’t five year olds or other teachers in their sixties.

One Saturday afternoon, you were digging through your box of cassette tapes for your students. You had a few songs that you would sing with them in class- ones that would help them learn their numbers, days of the week, etc. You were looking for your Johnny Appleseed tape. It was an audiobook that included sound effects and songs. You remember your kids loving it at your old school. You had a unit coming up relating to it, but you couldn’t find the tape anywhere.

“God, where is it?” You groaned, frustrated. You swore you packed it in your move. Maybe you’d left it in your old classroom. You sighed, deciding to go to the local record store you’d seen on your way to get groceries the other day to see if they had it, or at least something similar to it. You grabbed your purse, scribbled down the tape name on a notepad, and grabbed your Walkman off of the counter before tossing both items into your bag and heading out the door.

You drove across the small town you’d quickly become acquainted with, enjoying the unseasonably warm weather. It was cool enough to wear jeans, but still warm enough not to need a jacket. You had your hair tied up, so you’d decided to roll the windows down and turn up the music on some local radio station that didn’t play anything by Hanson or Aqua. You pulled up to the store and quickly made your way inside, moving your sunglasses to rest on your head as you looked around the store, scanning quickly to find the cassette section.

You walked over and started looking through the tapes, searching intently for the correct one.

“You know, it’s weird seeing you not completely surrounded by kindergartners.” You heard a voice say behind you. You turned and saw Mr. Munson standing there, holding a small stack of records.

“Ah- hi Mr. Munson.” You smiled up at him, giving a small chuckle, “Yeah, believe it or not, I don’t sleep at the school. I do have a life.” You joked.

That made him laugh, warm and real. “Why did we all think teachers lived at the school when we were little?” He asked, turning around to start organizing the records into the bins on the opposite side of the aisle.

You shrugged, “I’m not sure. I think it’s a rumor the first graders pass down every year.” You responded, going back to your search.

“Whatcha looking for?”

“A Johnny Appleseed tape. I lost the one I had in my move.” You half mumbled, staring intently at the available cassettes.

“I can look it up for you in the Rolodex if you have the name of it.” He offered, which made you turn again.

“Yes, please, that would be very helpful.” You smiled, following him to the front counter. You pulled out the notepad you had, “I’m pretty sure this was the name of it, but anything close to it would be good.”

Eddie nodded and started flipping through the cards, “So.. why did you move to Hawkins? Most people move away from here if they’re as smart as you are.”

You rolled your eyes jokingly, “First of all, Mr. Munson, I’m not some genius- I teach the alphabet and two plus two. And secondly, I think Hawkins has a charm to it. I like small towns- everyone knows everyone and it’s very neighborly.” You smiled, “But, uh, long story short, I moved here to avoid an old relationship. It wasn’t safe back home anymore. Here, I can do what I love and not feel scared to get groceries, you know?”

You paused for a moment, then gave him a worried look, “Sorry if that was an overshare, Mr. Munson.”

“Eddie.”

“Hm?”

“You can just call me Eddie. Mr. Munson is too formal.” He said with a small smile, “And it wasn’t too much. I asked.”

You nodded and he found the right card, “Ah- I think I found it. It’s in the back, so I’ll see if I can find it. Feel free to look around, I might be a minute.”

Eddie disappeared into the back to go look for the tape and you looked around. You had a record player at home still, but you mainly used your Walkman nowadays. You looked through more tapes, seeing a few that looked good. You grabbed the new Iron Maiden album, an older Beatles one you didn’t have yet, and a couple others. You didn’t tend to stay within one music genre- you just listened to anything that made you happy. You started looking through the records as well, finding an old Elvis record.

Eddie walked out of the back with a tape in his hand and he looked over to you, watching you for a moment as you flipped a record around to look at the songs on the back. He couldn’t help but notice how pretty you were. He’d always thought that, but something about seeing you in casual clothes, outside of school, just going about your day made his chest feel tight.

After a second, he called, “I found it.”

You turned around and smiled at him, walking up to the counter, “You, sir, are a life saver.” You sighed with relief, setting down your findings on the counter as he handed you the tape to inspect, “Perfect- this is the exact one I had.” You said, placing it on top of your pile.

“You ready to check out?”

“Yep.” You smiled, “Sage is going to love this tape. I’m sorry if she comes home singing the Johnny Appleseed song.”

“She unfortunately did not inherit my musical ability.” He chuckled, ringing up your items. “Iron Maiden?” He asked, looking up at you with a raised eyebrow.

“I liked the guitar in Maiden England and I haven’t heard this album yet. Also, your musical ability? Do you play an instrument?”

Eddie looked shocked, “You know Iron Maiden.”

“I don’t just listen to Johnny Appleseed all day.” You quipped. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“But you- miss rainbows and sunshine- know about Iron Maiden. This is news.” He said, in awe.

“Eddie, I don’t live at the school, remember?” You laughed, “And I just listen to whatever music makes me feel something—happy, sad, angry— music is a good way to process your feelings. But once again, you have yet to answer my question.”

“Yeah yeah, I was in a band back in the day. Guitar and singing and all that. Had to stop once Sage came around so I could focus on being a good dad, blah blah blah.” He said, waving his hand as he rang up your last tape, “But wow. I mean, I’m shocked. Do I really want my baby girl being taught by a teacher who secretly lives a double life as a rockstar?” He teased.

You groaned, “What’s my total?”

He laughed, “You know I’m just kidding.” He said, breaking the theatrics, “It’ll be 20.57” he said, putting your items in a paper bag. “But we do have a lot to talk about. I don’t know if you can tell by the, ya know, everything about me, but this kind of music is my life. I’d be happy to give you some recommendations.”

You nodded, “That would be nice.” You smiled. He handed you the bag carefully, making sure not to damage any items. “I’ll see you at pickup?” You asked. He nodded and you walked out of the store, offering him a kind wave as you left.

Jesus, she likes Iron Maiden.

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trashmouth-richie · 11 months

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I hope you’re having the best day Ziggy! 🤍🤍

also, I was so curious, what’s your most favorite hc’s for Eddie & Steve (if you have any) 💚💚

Arden♥️ thank you love I hope your Sunday is a good one!

I have some HCs for Eddie

Stole cigarettes from the gas station when he was 13

Takes girls on the roof of his trailer to show them the stars and give ‘em a smooch

he had an old piece of shit car before he drove it into lovers lake on accident and bought the van for cheap, and put all the work into it to make it run. Currently awaiting a paint job— black of course.

Wears converse, and docs. splurged on the Reeboks.

Was left home alone a lot, so he’s used to talking to himself.

Doesn’t own a brush, not bc he’s poor or can’t afford one, he just doesn’t use one. Quite literally shakes his head out of the shower and calls it good.

Owns brass knuckles

Flirts to make people uncomfortable

Fucks. Hellfire boys ask for his advice on girls

Love love loves to eat pussy. Also loves older women.

grow-er not a show-er but it’s thick and pretty 🤤

Paints his nails, attempts eyeliner for concerts

Cried watching old yeller

Has cliche pickup lines but they work every time.

Shaved his legs once bc Jeff bet him he wouldn’t.

I don’t really have any for steve other than he has a big dick but that’s just facts. 😭

#Arden #eddie headcanons

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didee-anne · 3 months

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This week has been a busy one and will continue to be busy.

Monday we drove to Montana to drop Jen off with Rory’s parents for a week and a half and then we had life group when we got home. It was only 6 hours of driving in total so it wasn’t terrible but that’s still a lot of driving/long day in the car.

Tuesday I worked out with Sammie and then had coffee with her and Lori and Cindy. After coffee I ran home and grabbed Liam and Addie and the three of us drove up to camp for the night since Ror was on-call. Nikki opted to stay home with the dogs and enjoy an empty house. I left her with a little chore list and she did a good job!

Today I left camp and drove home, took a shower, went to the car wash and washed and vacuumed out the van, met Sam and Jamie for pedicures, bought mice for Jen’s snake, and then after Ror got home from work he and I ran to Costco and Fred Meyer for groceries for our bbq at camp we’re hosting Saturday and then before heading home he took me out to dinner at one of my favorite restaurants. 🥰

Tomorrow Ror and I are going on a 5 mile run, gonna go lift some weights at the gym; and then we’ll take the kids to watch fireworks in Deer Park after dinner.

Friday Rory’s work is taking all the staff to a Theme Park so we’ll be there all day 😅 I love rollerocasters but it’s a holiday weekend and it’s going to be HOT. I’m looking forward to the lazy river but I’m not looking forward to all the people.

Saturday Ror and I are hosting a big bbq up at camp since there isn’t a group there this weekend. I can have friends up when there are groups but it’s so nice to not have to share the pool and waterfront with hundreds of other kids.

Sunday I’m playing on the worship team and then after church we’re meeting one of Rory’s brothers and his 3 kids at a park to hang out and have a little picnic. It’s been really great reconnecting with him! It’s by a shallow part of the river so we’ll bring floaty tubs for the kids to play on.

Dang, I’m not sure how I’m going to have the energy for everything but it’s all going to be very fun!

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deathofpeaceofmiiind · 9 months

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high infidelity | fourteen

My house of stone, your ivy grows and now I’m covered in you. *Noah’s POV* I laid down on the bed as The Office played on my iPad while I waited for Ellie. I still can’t believe this is real and that she wanted to be with me. I felt like I finally found my person, I just hope I didn’t scare her away with what I said. All of it was true, I wanted to be the one to love her right. Sometimes I catch myself being a hopeless romantic and I can’t stop it. There’s something about making someone feel loved that gives me the greatest feeling.

“Hey you.”

I look up and see Ellie standing there with a suitcase, causing my jaw to drop. She was wearing black biker shorts with one of our band shirts and checkered vans. Her black hair was so vibrant, giving the impression she washed it and it cascaded down her back in loose waves. Her red lipstick still hasn’t made another appearance but her glossed lips looked so fucking kissable. If I wasn’t already laying down I would’ve folded so fast. “Is that…” “Eevee with a Katana in her mouth?” Ellie replies pointing to her thigh tattoo. “Yeah it is.” “I never noticed it before.” I stuttered, realizing it was because my head was between her thighs most of last night. She just smiles at me before crawling onto the bed and over me. Her scent of vanilla and salted caramel filled my lungs as she kissed me like she missed me. I surrendered to her as my hands wandered down her back and grabbed a handful of her ass as our kiss deepened. She seemed to like that as a soft moan escaped her mouth. I smirked in satisfaction as I gave her another squeeze before rolling her over on the bed, wanting to be in control. Ellie wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing me into her body as close as she possibly could as I returned to her mouth. I pulled away for a moment to start planting kisses on her neck and jawline, trying my best to not mess up her make up. The more I kissed her the more I started to feel her pulse underneath her shorts, it was stirring something up in me. “Fuck.” I cursed as my phone rang. I got off the bed and ran my fingers through my hair, taking a few breaths before answering the phone. It was Matt…the fucker has the worst timing I swear. “Yes?” “Hey man did I catch you at a bad time?” Matt answered as he heard my heavy breathing. “Wait…were you guys fucking?” “What do you want?” I laughed, looking over at Ellie who just sat up and straightened herself out. She looked flushed and I couldn’t help but love the look on her. “I got you two flights at 8am tomorrow morning. Soundcheck is at noon I think so you’ll have to run over here after you land. I got you a separate room at the hotel we’re staying at too. I’ll text you the details.” “Thanks man, I owe you.” “You’re goddamn right you do! I don’t get paid enough to keep booking flights for you, and well, now your girlfriend.” “We’re not -“ “Yeah yeah” Matt says, cutting me off. “Come back, the kids miss you.”

Matt hung up and I couldn’t help but laugh at what he said. Of course I wanted Ellie to be my girlfriend. I’m sure it was something worth mentioning but I didn’t want to overwhelm her. We got down to the hotel parking lot and Ellie held my hand as she lead me over to her car. She grabbed her key and hit the unlock button, causing a black Audi SUV to light up. I raised my eyebrow, maybe she’s more well off than I thought. “This was a gift from my parents when I got pregnant.” She said, looking almost embarrassed. “There’s no way in hell I would’ve been able to afford this myself.” “Your parents bought you this?” I said, my jaw still on the fucking floor.

“Well, kinda.” She replies, her eyes dropping to her feet. “My mom died from Covid when I was pregnant and she had money put aside for me in her will, so my dad used it to buy me my dream car. I’ve been driving the same Volkswagen since high school so I was due for an upgrade.” “Wow, Ellie I’m so sorry about your mom.” I sighed, giving her hand a squeeze. The other night she mentioned her parents but nothing about her mother’s death, granted I never told her much about my past, I was just shocked. “Thank you.” She says she dangles her keys in front of me, “do you want to drive it?” “You trust me with this thing?” “Absolutely.” She smirks as she walks over to the passenger side. My eyes followed her backside the whole time, making me lose my train of thought. “Hurry up, Sebastian.” I rolled my eyes at her as I walked over the drivers side. Ellie just laughed at me as I had to put the seat all the way back before I could even get in, once I did my jaw dropped again. Holy fuck this was so nice. The interior was modern, leather, black with red accents and so sleek. Jealously was an understatement. I pushed the start button and the car let out a small purr which caused me an ungodly sound to escape my mouth. “Yeah I’m getting a new car when I go back to LA.” Ellie just smiles at me as she punches in the address of the aquarium for me. I was a little nervous about driving in Vancouver for the first time but I’m sure it wasn’t as bad as LA. I put the car into drive and pulled out of the parking lot. Ellie put on some Spiritbox for us and my hand instinctively grabbed her inner thigh as I drove down the road. She kept her eyes on me the whole time and I couldn’t help but smirk. “What?” “You look so fucking hot driving my car.” She confessed, biting her lip. “Oh yeah?” I questioned her, applying more pressure on her thigh. “Yes! It’s so unfair how good looking you are, Noah.” I felt my face getting hot the more she talked about me. I wasn’t embarrassed but I had a hard time taking compliments from people. With Ellie, I couldn’t help but blush the more she complimented me. All I wanted to do was look at her but I was too focused on driving in new territory. Once we got to a red light I quickly wrapped my hand around her throat and kissed her until the light went green again. I could get used to this. All of it.

#noah sebastian #fanfic #bad omens

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leasstories · 7 months

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Letter three

TW: Depiction of grief, Eddie’s death

Letter 2 - Letter 4

Judas Priest’s album

April 24th, 1986

Dear Eddie,

I went to the record store today. I bought Judas Priest latest album. I’ll give you my review later in the letter. I crossed path with Andy from the basketball team... He kept insulting you and I lost my shit. Might have punched him a bit too hard on the face. My fist hurt now, but I couldn’t let him talk shit about you. Even if your innocence was proven some people still believe you’re a murderer.

About the new Judas Priest album, I listened to it in your van. I’m not gonna lie, I cried my heart out when listening to it. I wish we could have been listening to it together... I tried to imagine that you were here, sat next to me. When I listened to the second track, Locked, I imagined you singing it to me and after listening it to it, I know you would have told me that it represents what you feel for me. It honestly represents what I feel for you. You really got me locked inside your love. On the third track, I imagine you driving like a maniac, the music blasting from your van’s stereo. You would have loved the energy of the track.

About the fourth track, I really have to make it listen t Wayne. You would have made him listen to it and you would have told him. “Listen carefully” before singing along with Rob and Tim. I’m sure you would’ve learnt it on Sweetheart and made a private concert for Wayne. I forgot to tell you the title: It’s parental guidance.

Nothing to say about the forth track, except maybe that you would have added a cover of this song, Rock You All Around the World to your setlist for a Tuesday show at the Hideout.

The sixth track was the hardest to listen to for me. It really transcribes how I feel now, without you. I really wish you were hear, taking care of me. I do need you to rescue me, I really can’t take anymore of this hurt. You’re everywhere but nowhere to be found. I see and hear you everywhere, but you’re gone. I can’t hold you nor be there for you and with you anymore... I feel like I’m out in the cold, I feel like this winter will never end.

About the seventh track, I think you would turn it on whenever you’re trying to do homework and use it as an excuse not to do them and to drive around town instead. You would’ve adored this song and it probably would have been your favorite,

You would have sang the eighth track to me, it wouldn’t be your favorite, it isn’t mine either to be honest, but you would have loved singing it in the car with me.

The last track was another hard one to listen to. You would have identified a lot to it. Just the title gives you an hint of how much it sounds like you: it is entitled Reckless, It describes you so well, except the survivor’s part... You aren’t a survivor anymore and it hurts so bad... I wish you were.

To conclude my review of this album you would love it so much! It is what you like to listen to and it feels like this album was written for you. That’s part of why I was a crying mess when listening to it. You would truly love it, I’m sure you would have loved Judas Priest even more. I can’t promise I’ll often be listening to it because it hurts, but I promise to put the tape in your van’s glove compartment and I promise to listen to it when I need a good cry or when I need to feel closer to you. I’ll also recommend it to Dustin as he is trying to get into metal music,

I love you handsome.

Eternally yours,

- Your (other) Sweetheart

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hippiegoth97 · 10 months

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Last Christmas: An Eddie Munson x Reader Holiday Story Pt. 1

Description: It's the winter of 1986, and Steve Harrington is hosting a very special party at his home on Christmas Eve. All of your friends are in attendance, as well as your ex-boyfriend, Eddie Munson. Things are awkward to say the least, and it's safe to assume everyone has a very particular 'gift' on their wishlist this year. Will you and Eddie grant said request? Only time will tell...

Warnings: swearing, female reader, slight smut mention, alcohol use, drug use, angst, arguing, breakup, lots of tension, crying, heartbreak

Last Christmas Pt. 1

I keep my distance, but you still catch my eye...

You pull into Steve Harrington's driveway, parking behind Nancy's car. You kill the engine, stepping out into the cold Christmas Eve air. Crisp snow crunches under your black pumps as you waltz past all the other vehicles sitting outside. It seems everyone else has already arrived, including your ex, Eddie Munson. His van is sandwiched between Nancy and Steve's cars, no doubt he brought all the kiddos over for the party. You push the thought of Eddie away for the time being, continuing forward to the front door. You ring the doorbell when you reach the front step, gripping the gift you brought for White Elephant in your rapidly numbing hands. The door opens, and you're met with the one person you've been avoiding for the last six months. "Oh, hey, Y/N." Eddie says, standing awkwardly in the doorway.

"Hey, Eddie." You reply flatly, showing no reaction on your face. You two stand in silence a moment, unable to move in this uncomfortable situation. You can't help taking him in, falling into the old habit of observing his handsome form. He's wearing his usual jeans and Reeboks as always. But he's got on the W.A.S.P. t-shirt you bought him for his birthday, with an unbuttoned red flannel on top of it. The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, showing off the tats on his arms. And sitting atop his curly locks is a Santa hat with devil horns glued onto it, which would make you smile if not for the circumstances between you.

"Come on, dude! You're letting all the cold air in!" Steve shouts as he walks over, wondering why Eddie is gawking with the door wide open. "Oh, Y/N! We've been waiting for you. Come on in." Steve picks up on the tense energy between you, hoping his invitation inside will break it up. You press forward, just barely brushing against Eddie's shoulder as you step into the house. "Oh, I'll take that to put with the others." Steve says, holding out a hand for your gift.

"Oh, sure." You pass it off to him, and make your way to the living room where everyone is gathered. You can feel Eddie staring at your back, but you refuse to acknowledge him any further. "Hey everyone!" You announce your arrival to the others in the house, taking a spot on the large couch beside Robin and Argyle. Everyone greets you, before returning to the activities they were engaging in before your arrival. You settle into your seat, taking a gander around.

The Harrington household is notorious for being the most immaculately decorated home in Hawkins around the holidays. Steve's parents pay a pretty penny every year for a professional decorator. There's expertly crafted wreaths, and thick garlands of tinsel in every room. Mistletoe hangs from the ceilings, enticing any lovers that pass below it. Christmas themed knick knacks and statues sit on every table and shelf. The crown jewel of the entire seasonal dressing is the giant Christmas tree that sits in the corner of the living room. It's a real live tree, lush and green, the smell of pine filling the room. Priceless ornaments cover almost every branch, and multicolored lights are strung flawlessly around the foliage. And at the very tippy top of the behemoth sits a crystal angel, wings spread proudly with a gorgeous golden halo just barely below the ceiling. The presents everyone brought are nestled beneath it, laying casually on a velvet tree skirt.

"You doin' alright, Y/N? I noticed a certain somebody opening the door to let you in." Robin says, leaning to whisper in your ear. It startles you away from your awestruck trance of admiring the decorations.

"Um...yeah. I'm fine. I guess I should've figured that would be a possibility. I know he's just as much a part of this group as I am." You try your best to sound okay with being in the same house, or the same room, with Eddie. But truth be told, it fucking sucks. Robin puts an arm on your back, attempting to comfort you. You soften at her touch, deciding to focus on having a good time tonight. Ex boyfriend or not, you refuse to have a crappy Christmas.

Eddie's POV

You hear the doorbell ring, signaling another guest's arrival. You don't even think about who it might be, offering to answer the door. You leave your seat on the couch, strutting over to the entryway. You grip the heavy handle, pulling on it to reveal who's waiting outside in the cold. You come face to face with Y/N, your ex-girlfriend. Fuck. You know she was invited as she's everyone's friend just like you are, but you really didn't want to be alone with her. It hurts too much, given the circumstances of your split. "Oh, hey, Y/N." You say dumbly, but she doesn't seem all that phased by your appearance.

"Hey, Eddie." She replies in an uncaring tone, which definitely stings. You can't seem to force any more words forward, let alone move out of the way to let her in. You're frozen in place, unable to resist looking her over. She's absolutely beautiful tonight, though you can't remember a time where she hasn't looked stunning. She's wearing a silky black dress with cuffed long sleeves, the length of the skirt sitting just below her knees. A sequin applique of three poinsettia flowers is sewn into the shoulder of the dress, giving a pop of festive color. She's got pantyhose on beneath the dress, black pumps adorning her feet, and her hair sits long and wavy past her shoulders. A thick belt cinches over the dress at her perfect waist, a simple gold buckle in the center of it. Cherry red lipstick makes her mouth look absolutely delicious, and for a minute there you almost forget that she doesn't belong to you anymore.

"Come on, dude! You're letting all the cold air in!" Steve shouts, walking over to stand beside you. He notices Y/N standing in front of you, greeting her kindly before leading her inside. She brushes against you, sending a flare up your shoulder from the contact. You close the door, turning to see her walking away from you to join the others. The image of her back to you puts you right back where you were six months ago. Back to the day where you made the stupid mistake of letting her go.

It's the end of June, the summer after you graduated from high school with Y/N, Jonathan, Nancy, Robin, and Argyle. You've been dating Y/N for a while, since the beginning of your third try at senior year when she turned eighteen. "Hey, baby. I missed you so much today." Y/N says as she presses a kiss to your cheek. You've been waiting all day for her to come home from her shift at the supermarket. Your relationship is so great, the two of you have so much in common. You play D&D together, smoke weed while listening to your metal tapes in the van, and she even bought a guitar for you to teach her how to play. She makes you so happy, and you want to give her everything she deserves. Which is why you have to break it off.

"I missed you too, sweetheart." You say nervously, twiddling your thumbs as your beautiful girlfriend sits beside you on your bed. She notices you acting strange, quirking an eyebrow at you.

"Something wrong, Eds?" She asks, leaning forward to stroke your arm. Her touch fizzles against your skin, which is only making it harder to stick to your decision. You can't hold her back from her potential. She has a chance at a bright future, starting college in a couple months. The world awaits her valiant conquest, whereas you have very little choice in career. Food service, retail, and maybe auto repair is all you'll ever amount to. What kind of man can you be for her with those options?

"Well, I've been meaning to talk to you about something." You manage to say, not wanting to leave her hanging. You avoid her gaze, breath stuttering as you brace yourself to say this awful thing. She nods in your periphery, and you continue. "W-well, we've been together a while. And you make me so happy, Y/N." You start, swallowing thickly. This has gotta be the hardest thing you've ever done.

"And you make me happy too, darling." She chimes in, thinking you're going in a different direction with this. She tries to kiss you again, on the lips this time. But you pull away, you can't turn back now. Her face falls at your rejection, realizing what's happening. Y/N can see the pained expression you carry now. "Have I done something wrong, Eddie?" She asks, tears welling in her eyes.

Your eyes flick to hers, regretting the decision to do so immediately. You sigh, shaking your head. "No, you haven't. I promise, there's nothing you could ever do wrong, angel." You insist, sensing a tear or two of your own threatening to roll down your cheeks.

"Then what is it? Is there someone else?" Her breath catches as she verbalizes that thought. Your heart pounds in your chest, a large lump forming in your throat. You face her now, you can't let her think for a single second that you're leaving her for another.

"No, never." Her expression doesn't change, she doesn't understand why the hell you're doing this. She stops touching you altogether, scooting away a little.

"So what is it, then?" She asks, almost angry now. She can't figure out where this is coming from. Or why you'd ruin this perfect thing you two have.

"Y/N, please. Don't make this harder than it already is." You hold back a sob, the salty tracks marking your skin against your will.

"Well, I don't get why we're doing this at all!" She shouts, crossing her arms. You were really hoping she wouldn't react this way. But what can you expect? You're breaking her heart, as well as your own.

"I don't want to, Y/N. Really, I-" You try to explain, but she cuts you off.

"Then why the fuck are you dumping me? I thought we loved each other! That it's us against the world! I want to be with you forever, Eddie!" She's practically screaming now, standing to separate herself from you further.

"Because I'm holding you back, Y/N! You really think an asshole like me with no prospects for the future can be enough for you? You have a chance to make something of yourself! I don't want to get in the way of that!" You shout back, getting on your feet as well. She looks at you incredulously, scoffing at your statements.

"Do you really think so lowly of me, and of yourself, to think I give a damn about whether or not you can be some big-shot? Jesus christ, Eddie! You know, you talk a helluva lot about nonconformity and being yourself. That's what I loved about you." You wince at her use of 'love' in the past tense. She walks up to you, poking your chest harshly. "You mean to tell me that's all bullshit? That you're just like everyone else that cares about status?" She shoves you backwards, wanting you to answer her. But you don't know what else to say. "God, you're a fucking hypocrite! I didn't care about any of that. I just wanted you. You were more than enough for me. You were my everything." She spits her words like venom, utterly pissed at you for blowing up the one thing she thought was meant to last forever. Her continued framing of your relationship as already over feels like a blade stabbing you deep in your chest.

You know she's right, but the damage has already been done. You try to think of a response, but she's rendered you speechless. Her lip trembles, the rage morphing into helpless tears. She wants you to take it back, say something, anything, to undo this. When you just stare at her, she scoffs again before turning her back to you. She snatches her purse from your dresser, heading for the front door. You don't want her to leave, you didn't want this to be a fight. You just want to do what's best for her, but clearly that's not what she wants. "Y/N, wait!" You call after her, reaching for her arm to still her in place.

"Don't fucking touch me!" She turns back to yell in your face, snatching her wrist away from you. "You want to throw this all away over stupid societal expectations? Fine! Don't call me, don't talk to me, don't even look at me anymore!" She shoves you repeatedly with every verbal blow, making you stumble backwards. You land on the couch, with her standing over you. Her face has gone red, and she's crying harder than you've ever seen. You've done the one thing you promised to never do. You've hurt her. "Stay in your lane like the fucking freak you are! I'll go 'make something of myself', and you stay here to be a big fat nothing! Is that better? Is this what you wanted?" She shouts through her violent sobs, using all of her willpower to not crumple to the floor before you.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." You say weakly.

"Yeah, well, I'm sorry too. Sorry for all the fucking time I wasted loving you." Y/N makes that final twist of the knife, finishing this bullshit you started. She pulls the door open, giving you one last tearful look before slamming it behind her.

You hear her get into her car, the tires squealing as she speeds far away from your trailer. The sound of her recedes until it's no longer there at all. She's gone, and it's all your fault. You feel sick to your stomach. You've fucked up the best thing you've ever had in life, and there's no way you're getting it back. Your head falls into your hands, uncontrollable sobs bursting forth from you.

Y/N POV

"Nog, Y/N?" Jonathan asks, holding out a cup as he returns from the kitchen.

"Thank you." You say kindly, taking the glass from his hand. You take a sip, caught by surprise at the heavy amount of spiced rum that Steve mixed into the eggnog. You look around at everyone, smiling at their joyful faces. The younger kids are snuggled up on the floor, watching the annual animated specials on the TV. Most of them are in Christmas sweaters and jeans or dress pants, although Eleven is wearing a cute red and green checkered dress, with a frilly green collar.

Steve sits alone in an armchair, a rather ugly sweater of his own covering his torso. He's able to pull it off though, nursing his own cup of boozy goodness. Nancy cuddles on Jonathan's lap on the loveseat, the spot you and Eddie used to share, wearing a black cocktail dress with a red ruffle around the top of it. Her man beneath her has a simple red button up on, nothing fancy really. Robin has a sweater that matches with Steve's, and she has cozy corduroy pants to compliment it. And Argyle is bundled up in layer after layer as he's not used to winter weather. You're surprised he even owns winter clothes, to be honest.

You notice Eddie sitting down in a chair he carried over from the dining table, separated from the rest of the group. You guess you've stolen his spot, but you pretend you don't feel bad about it. He spreads his legs wide, lazily sipping from his own cup. His eyes catch yours for a split second, and you quickly avert your gaze. Shit. This is going to be far from easy. You hastily chug the remainder of your glass, getting up for a refill. You're gonna need to be at least half-drunk to make it through tonight.

You walk into the kitchen, inspecting the spread of snacks and beverages. There's the typical party fare, chips and dip, veggie tray, meat and cheese plate, pizza rolls, etc. But there's some seasonal items as well, like the famous Harrington Christmas Cheese Ball, rolled in chopped nuts and cranberries. There's also festive sugar cookies, a yule log cake, and seven-layer bars. You fix yourself a plate with a little bit of everything. You'll need something to soak up some of the booze so you're not falling on your ass later. You make your way to the crystal bowl containing the nog, which sits beside some fruit punch Steve made for the kids. Picking up the ladle, you fill your cup almost all the way to the rim. That oughtta numb the unbearable pain of being in a twenty-foot radius of your lost love. "Aiming to be extra jolly this evening?" Nancy asks as she enters the room for some nibbles of her own.

You glance at her, smiling as fake-happily as you can. "You know it!" You can see her eyes change to those of sympathy, almost pity. You wish your friends would quit doing that, they've been looking at you that way ever since you and Eddie broke up. You imagine he's gotten identical looks just as regularly. "Please don't do that." You plead weakly, quickly becoming frustrated.

"He misses you, ya know. Talks about you all the ti-" Nancy tries to tell you how much Eddie regrets his decision. But that's just it, it was his decision. And he has the nerve to talk to her (and probably everyone else) like he's not the one that did this?

"I don't mean to be a bitch, Nance. But frankly, I don't give a fuck what he says. He broke up with me, remember?" You speak a little louder than you mean to, not making much effort to hide your anger. She goes quiet, startled by your temper. You sigh, forcing yourself to calm down. "Look, I just wanna get through tonight. Open presents, eat too much, get drunk. That's it. Okay?" You pick up your plate and cup, waiting for her to assure you that the subject will be dropped for the remainder of the party.

"Okay." She nods hurriedly, letting you go on your way. You go back to the party, noticing everyone is staring at you now as you enter the room. Great, they must have heard you shouting. You take a second to come up with something to say. You want to put their minds at ease, insist you have no intention of starting drama tonight.

You plaster on yet another disingenuous smile, playing off your anger. "Sorry, guys! That nog has gone straight to my head. I promise I'm alright now, you can stop worrying." They don't appear to be convinced, giving you those stupid, saddened eyes again. You hold back your sigh, keeping up this god-awful act. "Seriously, I'm fine! I can survive one night with the man who stomped on my heart, really!" You look at Eddie for a second, making sure he hears you loud and clear. He immediately meets your gaze, portraying a remorseful demeanor. "No hard feelings. No feelings at all, actually!" His face hardens at your jabs, that's how he usually looks when he's trying not to cry. Is it bad that seeing him do that simultaneously makes your heart ache, while also giving you a sick thrill?

"What a load of bullshit!" Erica pipes up, everyone's eyes snapping to her.

"Erica!" Lucas chides her, as he always does when she makes unwelcome comments.

"What? It's just the facts! I think we all know heartache when we see it." She looks around at everyone to emphasize her point, landing on you and Eddie. "And these two have the stink of it all over them! It's only a matter of time before they have a dose of Christmas spirit and make up like we've all been wishing for."

"That's enough! Please! I just want to have a good night with my friends. No drama, no arguing, alright?" You find yourself shouting again, which you really don't want to do. Your face burns red, and your stomach turns. You feel like the whole room is ganging up on you, Erica serving as the mouthpiece for their true thoughts about the situation.

"Y/N's right, it's Christmas Eve. We're supposed to be having a good time, not digging up ancient history." Steve jumps in, trying to help you out. He gives you a kind glance, which you're very thankful for. "So, no more relationship talk. Alright?" He warns the kids, and they mumble their hesitant agreement.

You breathe out loudly, puffing your cheeks. Your feet can finally move again, and you leave Eddie's proximity to rejoin Robin. She pats your thigh, and you put your hand on top of hers. "I'm sorry about that, Y/N. I told everyone to cool it, but you know this bunch. They love being in everyone's business." She speaks in a hushed tone. She's probably been your closest friend through all of this, hanging out with you as much as possible so you don't get lonely. It also helps that she's your roommate at the community college. You watch movies together in your dorm, snuggling up in thick blankets while stuffing your faces with ice cream and crying about how much romance sucks.

"It's fine. It's done now." Is all you manage to say, picking listlessly at your food. The others tend to spend more time with your former counterpart, as most of them are in his little Hellfire Club and everything. You still see them sometimes, but it feels like they've kinda picked his side as opposed to yours. They've told you over and over that they understand where you're coming from, but that Eddie wasn't necessarily wrong to want the best for you.

The room is collectively quiet for a good while, save for Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer playing on the TV. Everyone occasionally exchanges awkward glances, acknowledging the roiling tension forming inside you. You can sense them all taking turns checking on you with their pupils, Eddie included. You keep your head pointed down at your lap, struggling to hold it together. You really didn't think this would be so fucking impossible. It's one night, with just one person out of thirteen that you can't stand to be around. You're an adult, and you really wanted to be mature about this. All you can do is drink your booze and munch away mindlessly on your snacks. Any attempt at conversation will make you fall to pieces, and you refuse to ruin your makeup. Not for Eddie, not for anyone.

"Hey, Y/N. You wanna join me and Rob outside?" Argyle pipes up, leaning forward at you with a joint in his hand. You don't recall him saying a word to Robin since you're sitting right here. But maybe you missed it, tuning out everything around you for the sake of saving your tears. You glance at him, finding a much-needed friendly face. Your eyes flick to Robin, and she pleads with you wordlessly to join them.

"Alright. Some fresh air couldn't hurt." You sigh, setting your refreshments on the coffee table in front of you. You stand with your couch-mates, heading for the back door to smoke on the pool deck.

"Y/N, take my coat. It's freezing out there, and I noticed you didn't come here with one. It's just by the door back there." Steve calls to you from his chair, and you see what he's talking about as Argyle slides open the glass door.

"Thanks, Steve." You call back, picking up the puffy blue coat and slipping it on. It's nice and warm, and smells like Drakkar Noir. Steve's favorite cologne. You only know that because he asked for it for his birthday. He ended up with ten bottles of it, as he'd told everyone the same thing. It was pretty hilarious that he'd reveal yet another brand new box of cologne as he opened his gifts at the little party he hosted. You smile at the memory, but that quickly turns to a frown when you remember sitting comfortably on Eddie's lap the whole time. Kissing, giggling, which led to the typical red-hot fucking when you went home with him later that night.

It's hard to find any memory in the last couple years that isn't tainted with your ex-metalhead's presence. Birthdays, Halloween, graduation, or even just a regular Tuesday. None of it is safe. You see him everywhere. In the faces of your friends, or your morning bowl of Honeycomb cereal. Even your own reflection in the mirror has traces of him scattered around it. You'd tricked yourself into thinking you weren't as hurt as you actually are, at least you thought you did. But clearly seeing him again, after six months, has opened up every last wound and scar you've tried so hard to hide away. "You okay?" Robin asks, breaking you out of your heart-wrenching trance.

"No. Not really." You can't hide anymore, though you imagine nobody bought your pretense anyways. You inhale sharply, seeing your own breath billow forward like dragon's smoke into the winter air. The three of you are sitting in the lounge chairs by the pool, the flexible plastic has gone brittle in the cold. A large tarp covers the chlorinated water, thick strings tied through the brass rings to keep the material nice and tight to repel any debris.

"Well, hopefully some primo doobage will put you at ease, my heartbroken friend." Argyle says as he lights the joint. He takes a long drag, holding the smoke in while passing the joint to you. You gladly accept it, hoping you'll chill the fuck out soon. You've barely been here two hours, and you already want to take a dive into the icy waters of Lover's Lake. You breathe the herbal smoke in deeply, welcoming the slight burn to your throat as it warms your lungs. You give the blunt to Robin, doing your best to hold your breath.

"Let's hope for the best, Gyle." You reply, exhaling the skunky smoke with a slight cough. You lay back against your chair, snuggling up in Steve's coat. You pull your hands up into the sleeves, warming up your tingling fingers.

"You wanna talk about it?" Robin asks through strained breath.

"I guess. Probably better than stewing in that damn room all night, while everyone looks at me like I'm a goddamn invalid or something." You don't mean to sound so bitter, but you don't exactly like being treated like a wounded puppy either. You take your turn with the blunt again, needing another hit before you spill your guts. "I just-" Your throat catches, that familiar sting of oncoming tears forming a lump that threatens to choke you. "I didn't realize how difficult this would be. I thought six months would be long enough. To stop hurting, and stop missing him. To be able to be around him for a few lousy hours and be together as a group for once." A couple tears worm their way from your ducts, quickly turning ice cold as they run down your cheeks. Dammit, your mascara is gonna leave tell-tale marks all over your face.

"If it makes you feel any better, he was a total mess when you guys split. He was high and drunk out of his mind every day for weeks. He was crying constantly, barely eating or sleeping. That's the most fucked up I've ever seen him be before, Steve had to talk some serious sense into him to get his act together." Robin says, much to your surprise. She's never told you that before, nobody has. You suppose they didn't want you to feel guilty, which you definitely would have. Eddie may have been the one to break things off, but you didn't make the kindest of exits either.

"It doesn't, but thanks." You try your best attempt at a smile, appreciating the knowledge that he's just as bad off as you are. If not worse.

"You know, I think I speak for all us brochachos when I say you two need to hash things out." Argyle suggests. He sees you about to shoot down that idea, but he puts a hand up to stop you. "I'm not sayin' you gotta make up with him. But clearly there's some unfinished business between you two. And I think it's only fair in the spirit of Christmas for you to have a little chat." He looks at you, as seriously as you've ever seen him. It's strange, like finding a two-headed sheep or something. "Just somethin' to think about, that's all. We love both you guys either way." He finishes, taking his last turn with the joint as it's almost burned away.

You glance at Robin again, hoping she'll have anything else to say. To tell you that it's not a good idea, and that she doesn't want you to do it. But no words leave her lips, she's just silently begging again. Clearly you've been set up here, the whole group conspiring to get you and Eddie to have a little talk. You know they're probably right. But you can't do it, and least not right now. "I'll think about it. But regardless of how it goes, I'm not getting back together with him!" You exclaim in frustration, taking your last drag. You wonder if this batch is a little weak, you're still extremely stressed out. Neither the alcohol, or the sweets, or the damn marijuana are doing anything to calm your nerves.

"Whatever you say, my dude. It's your decision." Argyle pats your knee in a comforting way, insisting that you'll have the support of your friends no matter what.

"Hey, potheads! Hurry up, it's time for presents!" Max shouts to you, before scurrying back to the living room.

The three of you stand up together, and you wipe your eyes so Eddie won't see you've been crying. You really don't wanna go back in there, but you refuse to let him win. You sniffle, following the others into the warmth of the house and kicking the snow off your shoes. Hopefully a friendly game of White Elephant will brighten everyone's moods.

To be continued...

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 2 years

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Meant To Be {Part 01 of 02}

Pairing: Eddie Munson X Reader

Chapter word count: 1.8 K

Summary: Eddie has been part of your life for years, and after a bad date, the man himself decides to ask you out.

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The Princess and the Freak

“I knew you'd nail that song.” You say, walking through the parking lot to your car. “I was... 97% sure.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Is that how much you trust me?”

“Nope. I trust you 94%.”

“What? That's-”

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Someone calls, and both you and Eddie turn to see who it is.

“Oh, shit.” You mutter, exchanging a glance with Eddie. “I'll be right back.” Sighing, you give Tyler a half smile as you make your way over to him. “Hi. What's up?”

“Just... You said you'd be busy tonight... When I asked you yesterday if you'd like to go on a second date today.”

Two dates with Tyler? On two consecutive days? Now, that would be torture. “And I was.” You gesture at the Hideout, behind you. “Eddie's band plays on Tuesdays.”

Tyler raises an eyebrow. “Look, (Y/N), I really like you, but how are we supposed to-”

“Look, Tyler...” You cut him off, using the same tone he just did. “We would never work out. I don't like your friends, you don't like mine, and the only thing in common we have is that we're in our Senior year at the same school. So I don't think there will be a second date. Sorry.” Waving at him, you give a couple of steps back before turning around.

Eddie is waiting by the car - your shared car, bought with all the money you got from selling his van and your old car -, leaning against the hood. “When are you going to tell me about your date?”

Sighing, you run a hand through your hair. “I was going to. But we had school, then mom needed me to go shopping, then you played... But yeah, I need to tell you.”

“It went amazing by the looks of it.” He says, getting into the driver's seat as you move to the passenger's. “What about you crash at my place and we get some pizza on our way?”

At that, you roll your eyes. “Must you ask the same thing every Tuesday? You know I always crash at your place on Tuesdays.”

“Quit annoying me!” He says, hardly able to hold back his smile.

“You know what, I'll annoy you even harder!” You snap back, punching his arm. Eddie glances at you with that fake angry stare, that makes you laugh every time.

Obviously, you had an argument about the pizza. Which you won, of course. After getting to his place, you shower first, then patiently wait for him. His uncle is taking some night shifts, so he's not around today. But it's alright, both he and your parents are used to you and Munson sticking together like this for years.

“So, Sweetheart,” Eddie says, coming from his shower, hair still damp and the pizza box in one hand. “Tell me everything.”

The two of you sit on the living room couch, so close your knees touch from your position, turned towards each other, pizza slice in hand. “Only you to take the sore taste that dates out of my mouth.“

“You let him kiss you?!” Eddie bursts out, and you immediately shake your head.

“What? No! Ew!“ Almost choking on the pizza. After swallowing, you raise your free hand to him. “I would never let him kiss me. Never.”

“Then why did you go out with him?”

“Because this way I can tell him it didn't work, and he won't keep pissing me off, asking for a chance.” Another bite and you push some hair off your face. “The guy was telling me how I shouldn't be around you or the club that much. Warned me about the news saying D&D is cursed, and that you, being the leader, are a bad influence on me. So yeah, I had to put him in his place, tell him to shut up about my friends, and remind him I'm legally an adult since March, and that I know how to take care of myself.” Rolling your eyes, you curse under your breath when the hair falls on your face again.

“Told you he was an asshole,” Eddie says, finishing his slice and getting up. “Did he get mad when you said that?”

“No, just perplexed, I think.” When you finish the first slice, you reach for another.

“Can you even blame him?” Eddie comes back, showing you a black scrunchie, one you gave him a while ago. But he never uses it, just keeps it around his wrist. “Don't worry, I washed the pizza off my hands.”

“What do you mean I can't blame him?” You ask as Eddie gets on his knees on the couch behind you, and starts to pull your hair up.

“We have nothing in common. Not for them, looking from the outside.” His fingers run through your scalp, as he gathers all of your hair together, and makes a very poor attempt at tying it up. “Jesus Christ, you have too much hair.” It comes all down again, and Eddie tries again.

“As if you didn't like it.” You scoff. “But again, what does that even mean?”

“C'mon, you know what it means. You're a girly girl, all pink and blues and lilacs and pastel colors and cute and elegant. You went to a metal band play in a cute little dress. And me, well, look at me.” Eddie exclaims a low victory grunt when your hair is securely pinned up in a ponytail. “I'm all punk, and you're all a princess.” He smiles at you, going back to sit in his place. “They never understood why you ditched Jason to hang out with me. I don't think they ever will, and honestly, guys like him just want a chance with you because you dated Jason in freshman year.”

“Ugh,” you mumble. “Four months. Only four months, how can they still remember that?”

“You're also very, very pretty.”

That makes you roll your eyes. “Sadly, I'm not your type.”

“Who put that in your head?”

“You said it yourself. You're all punk, I'm all princess. Incompatible.” Eddie's lips break into a smile. “What, Munson?”

“Go out with me. Let me prove you wrong.”

Now, that's unexpected. Almost choking on your pizza, you raise your eyebrows, swallowing before speaking. “Alright, now you're just full of bullshit.”

“I'm not, I mean it.”

“Eddie, don't-”

“I mean it. Go out with me, not just as friends, a real date.” He moves closer, touching your arm. “It's you and me, remember? I think we'll have a good time. Please.” He tilts his head to the side, giving you puppy eyes.

Laughing, you roll your eyes. “Alright. When?”

“Saturday. I'll pick you up at seven.”

“You will, we literally share the car.” Giggling, you put your legs up, resting them across his lap. “Better give me a good time, Munson, or else you'll never hear the end of it.”

“Oh, I'm shaking like a leaf.”

“Jerk.”

“Bitch.”

“Asshole.” You start laughing at the same time, and you lie down, sucking on your fingers. “Should I stay over after our date?”

“Who am I to stop you?” He asks, a smirk on his face.

“Yeah, completely powerless.”

“Completely powerless.” You repeat, and his sassy smirk shifts to the smile you love so much.

°°°

Since Freshman year - four months into it, give or take -, you've been Eddie's friend. And from that first moment, when you called him an idiot and he called you stupid, you've been inseparable. He proved to you he was no idiot and you proved to him you're not stupid. From that point on, people can't really pull you apart.

You're together for every school project from the classes you share, and when you don't, you're always helping each other regardless. He's there at every family meal you have, and his uncle is sick and tired of seeing your face as well, after these years. When your car broke for the tenth time, you both agreed on selling it, selling his van, and using the money to buy something that belonged to both of you. Your parents complained, but it didn't stop you, and you and Eddie never had problems with this odd arrangement.

Tuesday nights are always booked. You watch his band play every week unless you're forced to stay home when you're sick... But when that happens, Eddie doesn't play, but stays with you through the night, despite your parents making him sleep on the couch.

And yes, the outside world doesn't understand it. For them, you're nothing like the other, but extreme opposites in everything. Eddie is always in black, and you love pink and blue, and purple. Eddie rocks his rock and roll style, and you love dresses and skirts, and flowers and cute things. Even now, four years after, the school - and the town -, don't really understand how your friendship works.

They don't have to, you think as you brush your hair, an eye on the clock. He'll be here soon, Eddie is never late for you.

As you put on your dress, you decide to take a leather jacket he gave you. There's a beautiful guitar on the back, and it's the proof that the both of you had merged a little, even if not on the outside. You have some pieces of clothing and accessories that were either a gift from Eddie or something you bought because it reminded you of him. And Eddie, slowly but steadily, is getting much better at school. And he made a promise: to graduate with you. And by the look of it, it'll happen.

“(Y/N)!” Your mother yells. “Eddie's here.”

“Coming!” Finishing with your hair, you take the jacket and rush downstairs, careful not to fall to your death or something. “Right on time, I'm impressed.” Giving your mom a quick hug and a wave, you walk out with Eddie.

“Have I ever let you down?”

“Yes, several times.”

Eddie looks at you, a hurt expression on his face and a hand over his heart. “Oh, no. Oh, my Lady...” He steps back, falling to his knees. “You're breaking my heart.”

Giggling, you roll your eyes, arms crossed. “You're such an idiot.” Walking over to him, you mess with his hair. “C'mon.”

“Nah, now fix it.” He shakes his head from side to side, making his hair fall back in its place, rather messily.

Sighing, you kneel in from of him, looking into his eyes as you fix his hair. “There.” You say, holding on to his shoulders to steady yourself.

Eddie doesn't say anything for a while, his eyes locked on yours. “I was going to say that you're very pretty tonight but you're pretty every day so... You're very pretty.”

Eddie said that many times before, but now, for some reason, that hits differently. Feeling your skin start to burn, you look down, nodding. “Thanks. That's very kind.”

“I know that people have all these shitty rules for first dates, but...” Eddie gets up, pulling you up with him. “It's you and me. We don't have to follow any rules.”

It makes you smile, and you nod again. “You were never a fan of rules so...” Biting your lip, you tilt your head to the car. “Let's go, Munson.”

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 1 year

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Summer of 2012

A story I found in my Google Docs I liked and thought to posts here. Small trigger warning: there is suicidal idealization mentioned within.

It starts the summer Jess is twelve. It’s 2012 and her brother shows up with an old van he bought off some man in town Jess is often told to never go near. It’s blue with a white roof, the paint peeling off in flakes and strips. The inside has grey seats that have more holes than fabric, with the stuffing half out. The dashboard is covered in filth, and the radio is missing. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol are stuck to the inside, making it almost impossible to breathe.

It’s old- she doesn’t know how old. It’s just old.

“It’s a work in progress,” her brother laughs when he sees her wrinkled nose and wide eyes. He ruffles her hair as he speaks. “Wanna help Jess?” An easy grin pulls across his face, making Jess decide maybe the van isn’t so weird after all.

“Sure, Jack!” Jess replies, a grin of her own on her face. She’s swept up in a summer of reading an old owner’s manual that’s held together with duct tape and spit. She spends days with her brother’s phone in hand trying to figure out how to do spark plugs for cars while Jack spits out curses that have their mom giving him a good tongue lashing when he gets caught. Jess uses her iPod to blare music before Jack declares he refuses to keep listening to teeny bop, playing his own. She likes his a lot and only protests out of principle.

Jack and her take breaks to laugh and talk. Jack brings out his guitar so he can show her the music he’s learning. It’s beautiful and she dances in the summer light, carefree and happy. Her hair flies around her as she dances, and her mother teasingly calls her a fae as the older woman comes out with water for them both.

Jess spends a week learning about oil and engines before she switches to learning how to wire a radio when her father brings one in. She’s the one to put it in while Jack’s the one to make new covers for the seats. She’s carefully putting the radio in when Jack shouts loudly and Jess jumps, turning around to find Jack on the ground outside of the van. A mouse apparently had been living in the seats.

“How did we not notice that?” Jess asks as Jack shudders and declares they just won’t use that one now.

“I have no clue. I am not talking about the mouse anymore.” Jack declares before he goes back to the seats. Jess laughs at him and goes back to her own job.

At night during the summer, they go out to the van to sit and talk. Jack brings his guitar and a lamp, while Jess brings snacks she pilfered from the kitchen. They speak quietly to one another, stuffing their faces with treats.

“I want to be a musician,” Jack says softly as he strums a tune on his guitar. Jess is playing with some string she found from Jack’s seat attempts.

“You’d be a good one Jack.” Jess promises. Jack smiles at her and Jess simply beams back.

Jess does not have secrets yet, a young white girl raised in a Christian town with a homemaker for a mother and a doctor for a father. She’s young, cheerful and kind. Jess has no secrets for she has never needed to hold one. Yet she holds this one for her brother, hidden carefully away in her heart.

They go back to the van the next day, a secret shared and kept. Jack smiles and ruffles her hair while Jess plots ways to make pocket money to get him a notebook. She does and as a joke gets him a pink one, sticking a mouse sticker on it. Jack laughs at least, so Jess counts it as a win.

It takes all summer to fix the van, but Jess loves it. She loves spending her days trying to put together the van. She loves the music Jack plays loudly on the iPod speakers, the neighbours poking their heads out to give nasty looks at the noise. She loves getting annoyed with the van and Jack taking her for a walk, buying ice cream and walking down the street eating it before they attempt to fix the van again.

When September comes and they turn on the van, listening to it purr, all Jess can do is laugh in joy while her brother laughs with her. He talks about going on a road trip in the van when she’s older.

“Canada is so wide Jess! Hell, Alberta is so wide! We need to make a plan- the summer after you graduate we’ll go on a road trip around Alberta all right?”

“Can we see the dinosaurs?!” Jess asks and Jack agrees, throwing his head back. It’s perfect, it’s amazing.

It’s the best summer of Jess’s life. Spent with her brother rebuilding a van together, making plans for the future. Jess turns to the start of a school year with a smile.

By October her smile is gone.

“Jack’s not doing well in school,” her parents say in low voices. It’s October and Jack seems disinterested in school. Jess listens as she sits on top of the stairs, having been about to go down when she catches their voices. She doesn’t understand- Jack’s getting 70s and 80s. It’s good, it doesn’t make sense why they’re acting like this.

“He’s not applying himself. He’s more interested in that guitar than trying. He could be doing better.” her parents say to one another.

They fight with Jack, telling him he should be doing better but Jack tells them he’s doing the best he can. He’s never been that good at school he claims or at least high shool has never come easy to him. Jess agrees- Jack’s never really gotten things like constant 90s and it’s weird their parents are acting like this.

Jess asks once, and her mother declares that Jack should be getting better grades to become a doctor or a lawyer.

“What if he doesn’t want to?” Jess asks, though she doesn’t tell her Jack’s secret.

“He should- it’s the best job for him.” Her mother insists and Jess doesn’t get it. She tells Jack this and Jack just snorts.

“Mom’s obsessed with picture perfect family bullshit- ignore her.” Jack tells her before he gets dragged into a fight with their dad who walked in to hear that.

Jack and their parents fight every day. Jess ends up finds herself in the park more, or at a friend’s house to avoid it. Just for peace and quiet to do homework or to spend time with a family not screaming at each other.

When she’s home and the fighting stare- Jack sometimes gets mad enough he’ll stomp out to the van. Jess will follow and he’ll take her for a drive. They’ll drive around town with the radio blaring. Jack shows her the old skatepark she’s not supposed to go near- where all the kids who do drugs and stuff hang out.

Jess sits there with them, listening as they trade stories of fighting parents, of being smacked around and feeling worthless. One of the kids there is two years older than her. He lends her his jacket when the weather gets colder, and she sits under an old beat up leather jacket, dressed in a pink sweatshirt and jeans.

Jess likes it, but when she catches Jack smoking in November she tells their parents. It’s the worst fight yet and Jack comes into her room to scream at her.

“You should have just kept your fucking mouth shut!” Jack screams before he storms out of her room. Jack refuses to drive her anymore. Jess feels lost and confused. Smoking is bad, and Jack shouldn’t smoke. He’s only sixteen after all. But now he’s mad at her causing her stomach to do twists and turns as she wonders what to do.

Time drifts with Jess spending more time outside her home than in, unable to take the fighting. December comes, and Christmas passes in an icy cold. No one speaks to each other, and only Jess is given gifts.

Jess sneaks a notebook into Jack’s room- a blue one with a mouse sticker. The next day he ruffles her hair and Jess hopes things will turn out okay.

It’s December 28 when Jess awakens to screams of rage that fill the house and threaten to tear it down.

Jack’s guitar is smashed on the floor. Their father refuses to say sorry, simply saying it’s his house, his rules and Jack needs to grow up.

Jess is twelve, it’s December 28 and the next day she wakes up to find Jack missing along with a bag full of jewelry and a stack of money he stole from their parents’ safe. The blue van is gone, as are Jack’s clothes and a pack.

Her parents claim he’ll be back, even as worry enters her father’s face. His hands shake and he swallows spit as he attempts to tell Jess this. Her mother twists her mouth and her eyes squint, clenching her fists.

It’s December 29, 2012 and all Jess can think is that she thought the Mayan thing was on the 21.

After Jack is gone, the fighting continues but this time it’s between her mother and father. They scream and shout at one another. Her father blames her mother, while her mother blames her father and Jess agrees.

Her father drove away Jack, and it’s all his fault that Jack hadn’t come back. When March of 2013 comes, and Jess is asked which of her parents she wishes to stay with, she says her mother.

In April, Jess turns 13. Her father is in Toronto, her brother is who knows where and her mother is trying not to cry. Jess doesn’t bother trying.

The summer of 2013, Jess agrees to babysit every day so she can avoid her mother who is crying one day and yelling the next. It’s a good summer, she gets a good amount of money and buys a notebook. She doesn’t have any place to send it though, so it stays in her bedroom.

September of 2013, suddenly her mother starts picking at everything Jess does. She doesn’t get the right grades, she doesn’t have the right friends, she isn’t wearing the right clothes.

Jess blinks, wondering why her mother is acting like this and tries to argue with her mother who just tells her to listen to her and not speak back. Jess doesn’t understand as her mother harps and harps, telling Jess what to do.

“Well your brother decided to lash out instead of listen, and your father decided to smash his guitar,” her mother sniffs when Jess asks. “You need to listen.”

Jess doesn’t understand.

It’s December 2013, after months of her mother scolding her, taking away her phone, her iPod and even her door when Jess doesn’t perform the way she wishes. It’s December 2013 Jess decides she hates Jack for leaving. Hates her father for making him leave, hates her mother for her actions now and before.

And it’s December 2013 when Jess decides she hates herself for not being what her mother wants.

In February 2014, Jess escapes her house to stumble around town. She simply books it out of the place when her mother decides to yell at her for getting a 60 on a test. Like her mother hadn’t kept her up with her lecture the night before.

Jess walks around town and finds herself at the old skate park. She stands there in jeans, a winter coat and stares. A group of teens are hanging out in the chilly park, a couple of them smoking something, and another applying a new coat of paint to some graffiti.

One of the smokes looks up. It’s the guy who gave her his coat years back. Jess never caught his name.

“Hey, wanna come over here?” the guy calls and Jess walks forward silently to sit down next to him on the cold ground. “I’m Nick by the way.” He tells her. “Your brother never gave you our names.”

“Jess,” Jess says softly. She sits listening to people speak for the next two hours, before it’s getting dark. Nick takes her and drops her off a street over from her house. Jess walks into her mother in hysterics.

“I thought you left too! I thought you left me like your brother and your father!” her mother wails, hugging her.

Jess hasn’t heard from either male since they left. Her mother states her father doesn’t call them, and Jess accepts it. He made Jack leave after all.

That night her mother makes Jess pizza and doesn’t say a word about her weight. Jess hopes things will get better. That her mother’s snapped out of whatever affected her since dad left.

The next week her mother is screaming about grades again.

A week later, Jess escapes to find the skate park.

It continues as February becomes March, April, May, June, July. As 2014 becomes 2015 and then 2016. As Jess becomes fourteen, fifteen, sixteen.

As the girl who once held no secrets suddenly held too many. She’s altering her grades before she shows them to her mother with help from a girl who goes to the skate park who is named Mary. She’s sneaking out at night to the skate park where she smokes with the others and where Nick- who is eighteen, kind and so broken like the rest of them- sneaks them beer.

Jess’s biggest secret though is that while she still hates her mother, father and brother- she hates herself the most. She hates herself and hates herself, the hate twisting her insides and making her almost vomit from the hate sometimes. She downs beer and smokes as much as she can but sometimes it’s not enough. Sometimes Jess wonders if she should vanish like her brother.

Sometimes she thinks if a car swerved to hit her she wouldn’t move out of the way.

It’s October 15, 2016 when Jess finds a letter in the trash. It’s addressed to her. She pulls it out.

‘Jessica,

I keep writing these. My wife Hannah says that your mother probably isn’t giving them to you and I hope it’s true rather then you throwing them away. I miss you.’

It’s the beginning and Jess looks down to the bottom of the letter, her heart beating harshly.

It’s from her father.

Her mother comes in, and stops. Jess turns to her and stares at her mother who stares back with eyes wide. Then all Jess can see is red.

It’s October 20, 2016 when Jess is arrested for assaulting her mother, stealing her purse and car. She’s picked up in Red Deer. Jess bought a bunch of beer with a fake ID she got from Nick a week ago, and is very drunk when she’s arrested.

“Why did you do it?” the police ask and Jess tells the truth.

“Mom’s been hiding my dad is trying to contact me. I got mad.” Jess has the letter and the police take it. “She also yells a lot and I hate her but not as much as I hate myself.”

That gets their attention. “Do you want to kill yourself?”

“Nah, but like I won’t stop myself from dying.” Jess passes out soon after they speak to her.

She wakes up in a hospital. Jess is confused and lost as a lady comes in, and sees she’s awake.

“Hello- I’m Anne. I’m a social worker.” The woman smiles and Jess is even more confused.

Then she isn’t. Custody for her parents meant that her father is supposed to have her occasionally but her mother claimed Jess didn’t want to see him- that she threw away the letters. But Jess’s mother told everyone in town her father never contacted Jess- ever. It’s the kind of thing a custody case would have a hard time proving but Jess’s father is a doctor. He has a very good lawyer.

So does his wife Hannah who calls Jess’s father Robert and Jess never heard his name before. Her mother always says that knowing your parents first names is wrong until you’re eighteen.

Jess is sixteen, it’s November and she sees her dad for the first time in three years. Hannah comes to, and she has a rounded stomach that Jessica wants to cry over.

Jess sees him while she sits in a hospital bed about to be transferred to a mental health center. Her father breaks down crying, while Jess just sits there. She isn’t sure what to say.

It’s December, 2016 and Jess has been in the center for a month. Passive suicidal ideation is what the doctors say she has, and they fuss over her like they do the others. It’s a good place- her father payed a lot of money for her to go to a good place after all.

Jess gets letters and calls from her father and Hannah, but Jess doesn’t know what to say so often she spends the calls in silence. She doesn’t know what to say to her doctors or the staff or to the other patients. She does know what to say to Nick when he writes- which isn’t often because Nick states he’s hoping she gets better.

Jess doesn’t know what to think.

She sits in group and doesn’t speak. Simply stares at people and waits for it to be over.

“Some days,” she mutters to herself late one night while she’s trying to sleep, “I think this is what will push me to do it.”

It’s January 2017, and Jess hasn’t left the center yet because her doctors are worried she’s showing no signs of improving. She’s in another group session and they’re pressing her.

“When was the last time you were happy?” the doctor begs.

“The summer of 2012,” Jess snaps. “I was twelve, my brother and I fixed up an old van together. Then it all went to hell.” She stomps off and hides in her room the rest of the day.

The next day she’s handed a mechanics book and she throws it at the doctor. He just puts it on her dresser. She glares at the wall.

Two weeks later Jess picks it up and reads it front to back. The center is in lockdown because another patient tried to hang himself so they’ll all being kept inside. Jess is bored and she just wants something to do.

She reads it three times and then asks for another. And then another.

The doctors set Jess up with an online course in mechanics and then it’s March 2017. She’s allowed to do a home visit. She doesn’t go back to her home town though. Instead she finds herself in Toronto with her father. It’s a good week.

In May 2017, she’s 17 and allowed to stay with her dad. She’s finished her course but wants to do another. Her father enrolls her in a school meant to help her learn a trade. Hannah’s given birth to Jess’s little brother Max.

Jess isn’t happy. But she finds herself smiling.

She spends the year before she turns 18 learning all she can about cars and babysitting Max. She learns her mother’s name is Amanda, and that after a search was conducted on the house for Jess’s belongings, an address for a cemetery and a location of a storage unit was found.

It’s Jack’s.

Jess doesn’t know what happened, and she isn’t sure if she should know just yet. She tells her father this and he understands. He knows- he’s visited. But he won’t tell until she asks. Apparently Jack left everything to Jess. Her mother never touched it and Jess decides she’ll never ask if it was because she couldn’t or because she at least had that much kindness.

May turns to June and Jess still isn’t ready. Instead she’s trying to find a job to distract from her need for a smoke. It’s then July and she’s working out of an ice cream truck. It’s August and she’s laughing on a camping trip with her father, Hannah and Max. Max is trying to eat raw hot dogs while Hannah is trying to stop him and Jess’s father is howling at the scene.

It’s September 2017 when Jess realizes, for the first time since the summer of 2012, she’s happy.

She hopes she keeps being so.

#summer of 2012 #i would one day like to make this a book book #original work #original writing #tw suicidal ideation

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