#suffer eddieverse you did this

[beautifulblooms]

and if i entered your ask box and politely offered you

"No forgiveness for this endless love / My goddess never looked at me" and/or "Kiss me tenderly, gently, violently"

for your eddie x male reader fic requests? (please. but also an additional please for just a shred of comfort. just a crumb. please.)

How about I give you a right and proper shit post that hurts instead?

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Tags: @eddieverse, @alexs-playground, @rlmt1, @mother-dragon-and-her-hatchlings, @qthetherapist, @mazettns, @samthecultist

Of course the Night I sat behind to help clean up with Hellfire is the night I see it, the night my heart breaks into two.

“Kiss me tenderly, gently, violently, just kiss me Harrington.” There Eddie was, pushed against the hood of Steve Harrington’s car, hands wrapped around Steve’s neck.

A little bit of me died when they closed the distance, absolutely sure no one was watching them, but there I was, standing just outside the door of the main building, tears blurring my vision.

“No forgiveness for my endless love, my god never even looked at me as I looked at him.”

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I Bite My Tongue It's a Bad Habit - Steddie + Male!Reader

Male!Reader, he/him, trying angst for the first time, this is for a special friend @eddieverse because they helped give me such a lovely little idea for suffering, enjoy this bestie, btw I don't care if this is all time accurate or not cause this was just made to make people cry, and it seems I have succeeded

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You Are the Bane of My Existence, and the Object of All My Attractions (Happy Ending)

I Bite My Tongue, It's a Bad Habit (Sad Ending)

Tags: @qthetherapist, @eddieverse, @alexs-playground, @rlmt1

I picked up my guitar and slowly began to pluck the chords to a song I had grown familiar with, humming the lyrics at first before fully singing along.

“I wish I knew, I wish I knew you wanted me. I wish I knew, I wish I knew you wanted me. What you, oooh, uh, what you do?” Images of the two of them hugging and kissing flooded my mind, why did he have to get Eddie, why couldn’t it have been me that got him? What did I do wrong to push him away? We’ve been friends for years, I’ve stuck by his side since 4th grade, I did everything right, so why didn’t he choose me?

“Is it too late to pursue? I bite my tongue it’s a bad habit, kinda mad that I didn’t take a stab at it.” It was almost pitiful how sad I was over this, they’d been together for a couple weeks and having to see it every day was only making me feel worse. Why couldn’t I be the one that gets to kiss him, hold him, run my hands through his hair, comfort him when he’s sad, be his anything.

“Never gave me the time of day, my dear. It’s okay, things happen for reasons that I think are sure, yeah.” I tried to ask him out a few times, he always said thank you for having a friends day out, hearing him call us friends hurt more than I thought it would. Especially now when I ask him on one and he says he can’t, he’s got a date with him.

“I wish I knew, I wish I knew you wanted me.” I had committed so much time to him that I figured he would at least still care about me. In the last couple weeks he had slowly stopped hanging out with me bit by bit, stopped caring about if I showed up to school, stopped noticing me. I just wish he still cared about me even a little bit, or showed it at all.

“Say to me, please just say to me, if this could wind up. I wish you wouldn’t play with me, I wanna know, oh no.” God it hurt, tears were dripping onto my knees while I kept playing, voice beginning shake when I sang. I just wanted it to be me, I wanted so bad to be the one Eddie loved.

“Can I bite your tongue like my bad habit? Would you mind if I tried to make a pass at it?” I wanna be able to take a pass at him, kiss him, feel what it feels like to be Steve Fucking Harrington. The fuck boy of Hawkins high gets the Freak, why couldn’t the best friend of the freak get him?

“It’s okay, things happen for reasons that I can’t ignore, yeah.” I stopped strumming the guitar and just sang through sobs, my hands couldn’t stay still long enough to hold any notes. I just began to mumble the rest of the song to myself, sitting in my room, all lights but a nightstand lamp off, crying on the edge of my bed.

“You can’t surprise a Gemini, I’m everywhere, I’m cross-eyed, and now that you’re back, I can’t decide if I decide if you’re invited.” Fuck finishing the song, I just needed to leave, leave this fucking town, leave them to be who they want to be without me. I couldn’t even think of what I was doing anymore, barely saw what I grabbed, just throwing whatever clothes I could into a random bag. I snatched the car keys off my dresser, grabbing the bag and almost running down the stairs. The front door was already unlocked, guess I forgot to lock it when I got home earlier, it didn’t matter now. Rain poured down outside, I just sprinted through it to my car in the driveway, hopping in the drivers seat and tossing whatever bag I grabbed into the back seat. I’m sure I grabbed my wallet so I had at least 60 bucks to do whatever I wanted. Pulling out of the driveway I floored the gas pedal, getting out of this fucking town was the only thing I needed to do, and as I passed the leaving Hawkins sign I heard the familiar tune ringing in the back of my mind. I wish I knew, I wish I knew you wanted me…..

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I Bite My Tongue It's a Bad Habit - Steddie + Male!Reader (Proper Part 2)

Male!Reader, I promised a sad part 2, so here it is, it's a bit short but it does close up this sad story pretty well in my mind, reminder there is a happier ending that will be linked below, along with the part one to this story, I hope you all enjoy

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I Bite My Tongue It's a Bad Habit Part 1

You Are the Bane of My Existence, and the Object of All My Desires (Happy ending)

Tags: @eddieverse, @alexs-playground, @rlmt1, @qthetherapist

It had been at least three weeks since I left, driving as far as I could on the tank of gas I already had in my car. I made it a few counties outside of Hawkins, got a cheap motel for a few days before I decided to look into a place I could make mine. A few days after being in the motel I found a simple job working the cashier stand at a grocery store, good pay for an easy job. I didn’t even want to think about Eddie, let alone Steve, so I just did my stupid little job and didn’t think of Hawkins. 

There were a few things that happened in those weeks after leaving that I would never know about, not like anyone there cared about me anyway. Steve and Eddie didn’t last long as a couple, Harrington simply didn’t care about the relationship anymore after the honeymoon phase wore off. And so with not wanting to be tethered to a person he didn’t love or care about anymore, he dumped Eddie on the spot.

“What, what do you mean we're over?” Munson had tears in his eyes, slowly welling up before they reached capacity and began to glide down his cheeks.

“I meant I don’t love you anymore, better cut it off before it gets too serious, right?” Steve almost had no emotion on his face as he went back into the video store to restock some tapes. He was still on the clock after all, and Eddie simply got into his van and sat there for a few minutes, thinking about what to do with himself. With no better option he pulled out of the parking lot and began to drive to a house he was all too familiar with. 

Pulling into the parking pad he turned the car off, a little confused why my car wasn’t there already, whatever he thought it was probably in the garage. Then he got to the front door, thrown wide open from when I left that shit hole town, that’s when he began panicking. Did someone break into his house? Where is he? Is he okay? 

“(y/n)? Dude, where are you?” More tears began to well up in his eyes, had his best friend really packed up and left town without telling him? Without a goodbye? Without him? Of course he wanted to stick with me, the one constant of his life from 3rd grade and on. We had always been by each other’s side, but now he was left by himself, sitting on the carpet of the living room I once called home, sobbing. 

“Why do I push everyone I love away?” A few minutes later he began to wail, loudly crying and pounding his fists on the floor and asking himself why he didn’t get to be happy, why did he have to suffer by himself, why did no one care about him? That’s how he fell asleep, too exhausted to continue screaming like he was, he forced himself to his feet, moving forward slightly to lay onto the couch he used to have sleepovers on with me. He didn’t even get to tell me he loved me, not like I would believe it with how he ditched me for Steve.