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⸻ summary: you were over him.. you wanted to be over him. so why was it that you couldn’t stop thinking about him? you’ve spent so long trying to forget about him, to save the better part of your entire life. but what if it wasn’t just you who hoped for the feelings to come back?

⸺ pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

ʚ warnings: angst, strong language, fluff? yeah no mostly angst, happy ending (yeah yeah I fell for it…) heartbreak, verbal fighting, blah blah blah…

ʚ author’s note: Ah shite … here we go again. The final part is finally here and I honestly couldn’t have been more happier that I can actually stop making everyone else be sad too, yayyyy!! We love character development!

ʚ reader discretion is advised

part one — part two — part three

“Wheeler, if you want to keep that Paladin class, you have got to make a decision!” Eddie proclaimed as he stood up onto his throne, his toes just barely keeping him balanced as his hands slammed onto the table before him, sending everyone’s attention onto him.

There were all kinds of things being screamed in this already small room, but most of them were directed towards Mike Wheeler, who was building up a sweat. “Come on Paladin, we’re being flanked from every side.”

“You cannot let us die after we’ve gotten this far!”

“I spent weeks building up our defense, don’t you screw this up for us!”

Eddie snorted as everyone seemed to have ganged up on the boy who’s lip hadn’t appeared from under his teeth since they first got into this position. “So what’s it going to be Wheeler? Roll anything but a nine and you all perish in the ring of fire.”

Mike stood there for a moment as everyone around him chanted his name in sync quietly. He had the dice warming up in his hand, all he had to do was roll a nine. Simple. With his hands cupped together, he raised them up to the side of his head and shook the dice around inside. The only sounds being heard was the two dice clanking together and Dustin’s heavy breathing as his focus was set on the hidden dice.

All eyes were on him. Time slowed down to only a millisecond each frame. With one brisk movement, he went to throw the dice and…

“Eds!”

Mike jumped at the sudden screeching sound causing him to slip and drop the dice prematurely. His hands fell down onto the table to catch himself as he let out an audible groan that somebody just potentially ruined his shot at victory. As the dice fumbled around, his eyes shot towards the door to see a panicked Chrissy.

Everyone’s gaze fell upon her before a faint ‘no’ left Gareth’s mouth. “No one is allowed to enter this room when a campaign is going on, Chris.”

Dustin whined out loud before receiving a harsh smack to the back of his head by the dungeon master himself as Eddie climbed out of the throne and went over to his partner, gently holding her back as the two of them talked about whatever was upsetting her.

“Y/N wouldn’t have allowed anyone in this room if she were still here..” Jeff mumbled to his close peers while crossing his arms. Gareth turned his head towards Jeff and gave him a crooked frown. “She’s not coming back, Jeff. And besides, we shouldn’t be bringing her up right now.”

“Bringing who up?” Eddie raised an eyebrow as his hands found their way to his back pockets, Chrissy standing next to him with a visible pout decorating her face. “Just Mike’s insanely hot mom.”

“Dude..” Mike scoffed and threw his hands up in defeat then allowing one of them to pinch at the bridge of his nose, unforgiving whoever just admitted that his mom was attractive.

“Oh, well that’s great and all, but I’ve gotta bounce.”

Mike’s head shot up towards Eddie with a dumbfounded look, soon everyone else matching the same look. “What? Eddie you can’t just leave- I mean we’re in the middle of the campaign. I haven’t even lost yet.”

While everyone stood there in a moment of silence, Eddie shrugged and made his way over to the table to see what the dice landed on before announcing, “you rolled a six, Wheeler. Meaning everyone is now dead and the campaign is now over.”

His little chuckle earned a groan from everyone standing there, in complete annoyance that Eddie was just going to ditch the rest of the campaign, all for what? “That’s not fair. Your girl decided to come barging in here and threw his pitch off. At least give him another roll.”

“No can do, Gareth. Chrissy needs me-“

“Of course she does. I mean no offense Chrissy, but…”

Chrissy nodded her head silently as she looked up at Eddie with this apologetic look. “I’m sorry Eds, I didn’t mean to-“

Eddie held up his hand gently as if to silence Chrissy from even apologizing as his eyes wandered over towards the boys and then let his hand fall slowly. “You don’t have to be sorry Chris. I’m sorry my friends are being unapologetically rude to you right now. You can’t help when you need me - and as your boyfriend, I’m going to be here for you when you need me to.”

Seeing how quick Eddie was to fold and forget about you really caused the hairs on Gareth’s arm to stand up. “No forgive us, if we want our friend back. Not being interrupted by the prissy cheerleader every single campaign because she can’t figure out how to stop acting cute just to get you to tie her shoe.”

Everyone fell silent at Gareth’s outburst. He wasn’t the type to speak freely of his mind, not to his fellow band mate at least. But seeing how ever since Chrissy and Eddie got together, Chrissy always found some dumb reason to interrupt their campaign. Last week it was because she forgot her routine and needed Eddie to help cheer her on. It was all complete lies. Bullshit. Yet Eddie folded for her every single time and now gave up on the 15th campaign in a row. So of course they were all getting annoyed, but Gareth chose to be the voice of their concerns.

“Wow, okay.” Was all Eddie could say, his proud demeanor dropping immediately as his arm snaked around Chrissy’s waist. Sure, he knew the circumstances were odd, but he could only think to imagine that this was Chrissy’s way of trying to spend more time with him; all of which he found adorable.

“Y/N would’ve never done this.”

That caused Eddie to shoot a glare towards Jeff, not expecting him to even add onto Gareth’s outburst. Chrissy followed her gaze upon Jeff and just looked sad hearing the sound of Y/N’s name being mentioned. She could tell she was causing a lot of tension and quickly turned to run out of the room.

“Wha- Chris wait!” Eddie ran after her but stopped himself just before making his way past the doorframe and turned on the heel of his foot to look back at the equally annoyed group of Hellfire. “Campaign’s over. Done.” And with that, he ran out of the room to catch up to his girlfriend, who was reasonably upset.

“Whatever, let’s just clean the junk up and go.”

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“A party? Nance, just because Steve said it was going to be fun doesn’t mean it will. I mean, his definition of fun is drinking until the room itself feels like a bunch of clouds and that - well that doesn’t seem fun to me.” You giggled softly as the two of you made your way out school. You had opted to joining the school paper after finding out that leaving Hellfire actually gave you a lot of free time.

“Well yeah but come on Y/N. I think it’ll be fun. Plus, I heard that Billy may be there.” You scrunched up your face at hearing the sound of his name come out of Nancy’s mouth. Shaking your head, you went to retaliate, but the sound of the side doors of the school swinging open caught your attention. Your head turned to see a familiar strawberry blonde cheerleader running out with yet another familiar figure following closely behind her. It seemed as if she wasn’t mad at Eddie, but running away from whatever made her upset.

He didn’t even do that for you. Not that you remembered him doing that anyways. If something made you upset, he let you be - as you claimed to want to be alone during it. With a simple tsk, you shook your head and continued walking ahead to Nancy’s car. You would’ve driven home, but Nancy was adamant on being your new pickup to and from school. Admittedly, you two spent a lot more time after everything went down.

“So about the party, I don’t care if Billy is going to be there. Is Jason going to be there? I mean, after all, I did kind of bash his nuts in at the mall a few months back..” Nancy couldn’t help but to snicker remembering what you had told her that night.

You two passed by the well-known couple, the word party being heard by Eddie which made him furrow his brows a bit. But before he could think further into it, Chrissy was whining and begging for him to turn his attention back onto her. However, she caught a glimpse of what Eddie was staring at and sighed knowing he was staring at none other than his ex-lover. “Can you just drop me off at my house Eds? I want to be alone and just destress after everything that’s happened.”

Eddie turned his attention back onto her and nodded softly, guiding her to her seat in the passenger side of his beat up van before speeding out of the parking lot to her house.

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It was almost intoxicating enough just to be at a party this big. The music was blaring, the floorboards felt like they could give away at any moment, and the smell of alcohol and cigarettes rung through your nose as a familiar rush of adrenaline coursed through you. This was a scene you were all too familiar with. Sure it wasn’t with a wave of preppy school goers, and usually was with a bunch of head-banging adults, but this’ll do. At least to get you back into your old scene that you craved so much. The idea of you drinking was scary, seeing how if you went too far, you’d end up hurling. And the last time you hurled was … well … an unforgivable time where you wish you could just forget.

“Hey Y/N, let’s go grab a drink while there is still some good ones out yeah?” You turned your head towards Nancy who had a sluggish smile already plastered on her face. She was clearly already too far into her drinks, seeing how she’s forgotten that you two were already there for an hour. Her and Steve challenged each other to see who could get more down in 15 minutes, but that resulted in both of them being too drunk to function. You had only sipped on one drink so far this night, keeping it to a minimum since it was obvious who now had to be the designated driver.

Your eyes scanned the room, noticing it was a bunch of people you didn’t even recognize. Who were you even searching for? Maybe just another recognizable face at least. You were about to ask Nancy where she even heard about this party from, but your eyes soon stopped dead in tracks of none other than Jason. And..

Chrissy?

What was she doing here? At a party with Jason, and with Eddie being nowhere in sight? For some reason you couldn’t stop staring at the two of them, something washing over you to keep your eye on them as if you were going to catch any damning evidence. Of what? You didn’t know. Maybe to see Chrissy’s true colors? But what was there that you didn’t already know? She had a troubled past, yes, but this girl was clearer than mountain water. There’s no way she would ever do something as rotten as cheating on..

“This guitar pick was a gift from Eddie. I wasn’t going to take it, but he said it reminded him of me and I couldn’t resist. It’s the cutest little thing, really. Even put it on a chain so I could always wear it. It was more romantic than anything you could’ve ever done Jason.”

What the hell?

You couldn’t help but to push through the crowd until you were standing in front of the pair of familiar faces. Their eyes fell upon you this time as one seemed amused, the other mildly concerned. “Oh, hi Y/N.. uh, what are you doing here?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to answer her questions. The glare Jason was giving you didn’t even ring a single ounce of fear through you; your sole priority was on the guitar pick strung around her neck. Your guitar pick that your dad gave you. “Where did you get that pick Chrissy?”

She seemed to study your expressions before letting a gentle smile fall onto her face. “Oh, well Eds gave me this for our anniversary that’s coming up. Isn’t he just the cutest?”

“Yeah yeah real cute, listen Chrissy.. that pick, it shouldn’t be with anyone but me. Not because of who it was from, but because that’s my pick. It was my dad’s actually. And it holds a lot of sentimental value to me. Eddie should’ve never had it to begin with.”

Jason scoffed at the sound of almost pleading coming out of your mouth. His arms had remained folded this entire time, somehow finding entertainment in his ex trying to make him jealous, but now even more amused by the metal head pleading her for a piece of plastic. “Yeah Chris, why don’t you do her a favor and give her her daddy’s little pick back.”

“Jason, for the love of fucking god if you don’t butt out of this conversation, I’m going to give you another reason to not have children. I will not hesitate to recreate that night again.” You growled at him, making his hands go up in defense at the sudden change of tone coming from you.

Meanwhile, Chrissy had quickly taken the necklace off and balled it up in one of her palms. “Oh my Y/N, I’m so sorry.. I didn’t know. Eds didn’t tell me the meaning behind this pick. Had I known, I would’ve never taken such a sentimental thing from him- or you, I should say.” With her hand gently coming to yours, you took the necklace from her and looked down at it, seeing a punctured hole through your favorite part on the pick. Your dad’s signature that was now completely gone at the lip of the pick. “It’s okay Chrissy, thank you for returning it to me.”

Your eyes felt hot around the base of your waterline. Why did it break your heart knowing something you cherished so much was at the hands of your ex-lover’s new partner? More importantly, why would Eddie do such a thing? Before you know it, you were pushing through the crowd in hopes of getting away, ignoring Nancy and Steve’s questions as you walked out of the house. You didn’t take the car you all came in, opting to run to his house instead.

You didn’t know why, but something about running to the trailer park felt more therapeutic knowing you were getting out more betrayal than adrenaline - a feeling you knew you didn’t need to have when confronting him. But the more you thought of what he did, the more it hurt you. It was your guitar pick. And he didn’t have any right to give it away as if it were his to give away to begin with.

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During the midst of you running to the trailer park, it had started raining, but you didn’t care. The more you got soaking wet, the harder it was to run. Your feet were sinking into the sludgy grass, but before you thought of even giving up, your eyes fell upon the trailer park sign. However, you needed another moment to catch up on the air you lost while running what felt like two whole marathons. “For fuck sake..” You muttered before holding your hips and just deciding to walk the rest of the way.

Nerves were settling in the closer you got to his trailer. Nothing you could even think of should’ve given you these feelings, but all you knew was that you were here to confront the bastard for what he did. So here you were, standing in front of his uncle’s trailer, the lights still on which meant someone was home.

You were just hoping it wasn’t Wayne.

Your fist clashed with the door of the trailer, repeating the banging until you saw the door open and to your relief, it wasn’t his uncle. He didn’t deserve the wrath his nephew was about to face. “Y/N?”

Your eyes quickly glossed over with a familiar watery fluid at the sight of his confused face. Or was it because of the circumstances in which you were here for. “What are you-“

“Why did you do it, Munson?” You interrupted him he stepped outside of the trailer and went down the stairs to be at level with you. His hand came up to block his face from getting rained on and part of him wanted to block you from getting rained on as well, but he knew where you two stood. “Do what Y/N?”

With a deep shaky breath, you decided to let him have it. Almost a year of you forcing this internal pain down deep within, and it was time for you to get it out of your system. You just needed to find a reason to get it out, and now you had one.

“Why did you give Chrissy my guitar pick Eddie? More importantly, why did you think it was okay to puncture a hole into it to make it into some stupid trophy anniversary gift when this didn’t even belong to you?!” Your voice cracked - for the first time in a long time, you let your guard down to show Eddie that this was a final straw for you. He took all of this mental warfare too far and you knew you didn’t deserve this.

He went to say something - seeing how his expression softened into pure confusion, but you weren’t done just yet. “I mean seriously Eddie, do you hate me that much that you have to continue to torment me? Why me? You broke up with me, to be with another girl. I let you go for the sake of wanting you to be happy, even if it meant you weren’t going to be happy with me. I forced myself to go through months of pain just to let you be happy. Let you be with someone you truly wanted to be with. Was that not enough for you?”

Tears were flowing down your face, but you were more or less thankful that the rain hadn’t let up, which gave you an excuse if anybody thought they saw you crying. “You know I thought after healing from that disease I gave myself after still loving you, you’d see that I was already suffering. I mean that’s what you wanted right? To see me suffer? Well congratu-fuckin-lations Eddie Munson. You got it. So now that you see what you’ve done to me, can’t you just leave me alone now?“

He was silent. He didn’t know when a good time to speak up was, but when you just stared up at him with those broken eyes - pleading for an answer - he cleared his throat that had formed a small lump in it. “Y/N, I..”

“Please just say something smart Eddie. I don’t need this beat-around-the-bush bullshit anymore. I deserve an answer. If not for how I’m feeling, at least give me a reason why you stole my pick..” Your voice sounded hoarse - visibly tired of having to constantly fight with him and force tears down.

“I didn’t give her a pick - your pick - at all. You said for our anniversary? I got her a new set of pom poms. But- this pick .. your dad’s pick? Why would I ever take something from you that was so valuable and turn it into a shitty gift to give to her?” He looked down at you while moving his soaking wet hair out of his face. “Listen, I don’t know how she got it, but that day you exploded on me - reasonably so - you left it on the table. I took it and was going to give it back to you, but you and your friends had been avoiding me since then.”

He sounded just as hurt, but for completely different reasons. That one, you’d accuse him of ever doing such a thing, and two, that someone he was with would ever do such a thing to try and upset you.

“Really? So why was Chrissy telling Jason all about it at the party tonight? She said you so proudly gave it to her, and right now, I just don’t have any other reason not to believe her. I mean, when I asked for it back, she apologized and immediately gave it to me knowing the true meaning behind it. Dammit Munson, please just stop lying to me. Do you have any idea-“

“Wait, Chrissy was at a party tonight?”

You paused at his words. Did he not know about the party? Or the fact that his girlfriend was even there? By the look on his face and how it turned downwards, you - for once since your whole breakup - actually believed that Eddie was genuinely unaware.

Was he not lying about the pick either?

“Yeah, she was there? I figured you would’ve known given you two being together or whatever.”

Eddie sat on the stair of the trailer and folded his hands together, resting his elbow on his knees while letting his intertwined hands cover his mouth. “No, she told me she was going to stay home tonight. Said something about destressing after the Hellfire Club exploded on her.”

For once this entire past year, you couldn’t help but to feel remorse for him. Had you asked yourself literally last week, you would’ve scoffed and rejected even the idea of him. But now, here you were, finding yourself sitting next to him on the stairs of his uncle’s trailer, not saying another word. It felt like you both needed to just sit and comprehend what had taken place tonight. In a way, it felt nice sitting here and not wanting to rip his head off.

After what seemed like an eternity of silence, you heard Eddie adjusting in his position and clearing his throat. “You were wrong, by the way.”

You turned your head to look his way, the sound of the rain pitter-pattering along the cover that hung above the staircase soothing your ears before focusing on what he was about to say.

“I never hated you. I didn’t break up with you because I didn’t love you anymore. I- and this sounds stupid and cliché now, I did it because I felt like I didn’t deserve you anymore. I mean, you are this perfect thing and here I was, struggling to even get myself out of bed to actually give a fuck about the world - hell even this town. You still are perfect to me, Y/N. I know I shouldn’t say this, because I had my window of chances to explain this to you, but I didn’t feel like I even deserved your forgiveness, let alone to have you in my life at all.”

He spoke with such genuine sincerity the more he admitted what he desperately wished he could’ve said almost a year ago when he first broke up with you. And not a single moment went by where he didn’t feel this way about you. Admittedly, he fell blind to his feelings when he got with Chrissy. And even then, he only got with Chrissy to distract himself from trying to win you back. He didn’t deserve it.

“When you told me things about Chrissy that you saw as a flaw in yourself that day at the picnic table, I wanted to tell you how wrong you were then as well. Nothing you see as a flaw in yourself is a flaw in my eyes. Hell, even now, your puffy eyes - crying because of a douchebag like myself - are so beautiful. I wish I didn’t have to see you cry over me, or what I’ve done to you, but this is the first time I’m seeing the Y/N I fell in love with. Through these eyes. That same look that you gave me freshman year when you first told me how you felt.”

Hearing that almost brought a snicker out of you, but you had to hold it down to stand your ground. Here he was, telling you how he felt, but the only thing you could think of doing was getting up and walking away from him. So you did. You stood up and walked back out into the rain, making him break his monologue and follow shortly behind you. And before you could fully leave, you felt a hand gently hold onto your wrist. Turning your head, you saw Eddie giving you this pleading look in his eyes. “Please don’t leave me, please.”

You looked down at the soppy muddy grass for a moment before glancing back up into his eyes. “Give me one reason I shouldn’t, Munson.”

He took a moment to study your expression, his eyes darting between both of yours as his mouth parted open a bit - struggling to get another word out. So he didn’t. Instead, he gently pulled you close to him with his face only being inches away from yours. “I really wish you would stop calling me Munson.” A small smile found its way up to his mouth as both of your chests started to bob up and down the longer you two stood there. “You still haven’t given me a reason yet.”

His forehead brushed up against yours as his face came down until you could barely even see his eyes, though you could feel them burning into yours. The only sound you could hear was the rain splattering onto your already soaking wet clothes before you could feel Eddie’s breath bouncing against your lips. “I could give you a thousand reasons, sunshine.” His voice just barely louder than a whisper. And before you could say anything, that little distance you two had between each other was closed as his lips found their way onto yours.

It was a feeling you hadn’t gotten in over a year. You couldn’t describe it better than the same boring ol’ cliché. Sparks. Butterflies. Whatever the fuck people called it, you felt it falter in the pit of your stomach.

His lips were on yours.

Internally you were trying to fight it. You didn’t want to succumb to the power Eddie truly held over you, or the way he could easily tug at your heart and make you his again – as if you weren’t already. But the longer his lips danced with yours, the more you felt that feeling of being home course through you.

His hands gently held your waist before deciding to finally break from the kiss, little pants leaving the two of you as you tried to recollect your thoughts. “You have a girlfriend, Eddie..”

He couldn’t help but the chuckle at the sound of you still trying to play stubborn, so he gently pulled his face back a bit to get a good look of your face. “She’s not much of a girlfriend if she’s out trying to mooch on her ex now is she, sunshine?”

“But you mooched on your ex, Eddie.”

His smile only grew wider as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him while he stumbled back under the cover the staircase had, taking the two of you out of the rain. “Yeah well, at least I know I’m not going to regret it later on.”

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Everything fell into place after that. The following day after the party, Eddie went to Chrissy and broke up with her after he called her out on not only trying to ‘mooch on her ex’ as he called it, but stealing your pick and trying to frame him for something he and you both knew deep down he wouldn’t do. The look on her face gave it all away, and even though it was awkward how fast she caved into telling the truth, she apologized profusely in admitting that it wasn’t like her to do that. And that she had only done it when everyone around him only seemed to care for you. And even though Eddie didn’t seem to accept her apology, you did. The more you looked at it, the more you kind of understood where she was coming from.

Sure, it was a shitty thing she did, and it was possibly borderline psychotic, you could only blame love for what made her do what she did. A feeling you knew all too well - a feeling that could change someone’s perception in a matter of moments.

After that, Eddie spent day and night trying to fix the hole in your guitar pick. Given you were nervous, you brought Eddie home to your dad and explained that the reason there was a hole in it was because you wanted to make it into a necklace for Eddie and you to share, but you didn’t like how it looked. And after some strong begging, your dad was more than happy to resign it so that it could go back to the way it was before it’s almost tragic demise.

Huh .. go back to the way it was before it’s almost tragic demise. Something seemed far too familiar with that, but that was for you to look into later.

So now here you were, months later, sitting at the Hellfire table in the cafeteria with Eddie’s arm slung over your shoulder. Your hands were dancing across the table in a fashion that you were trying to explain the next moves on the campaign coming up later that week. “No Dustin, I told you. If you go in there and get us all killed off so you can have your hero moment, I’m going to rip that nose off and reattach it to your ass, you hear me?”

Everyone couldn’t help but to laugh at your comment, a comment that to outsiders would’ve seemed like a serious threat, but to this group, it was just a mere joke you had running with them. You were abrasive, but not in a way that any of them were in serious danger. While everyone was laughing, Eddie couldn’t help but to stare over at you in admiration. You were his again. So while there was a moment of time where you weren’t conversing with one of the other Hellfire members, he leaned over to whisper something in your ear.

“Alright scrubs, looks like I gotta bounce. A rolled up beauty is calling my name and Eddie is my escort.” You snickered while gathering your things and standing abruptly. “Boys, try to hold your dicks together for this next campaign. If I find out any of you sneak a heroic move, it’s Henderson’s nose.” You sent them all a playful glare before hearing Dustin’s whine of ‘why me’ erupt, which sent the group into another fit of laughter. Taking Eddie’s hand in yours, you both gave each other a look of approval before running out the exit doors, making the cafeteria monitors groan and slam their hand on the window that showed you two ditching.

“Seriously … when can we quit our jobs? It’s useless trying to get those two to stop ditching.”

“So when do I get to tell you I told you so Gareth the Great?”

“What’re you talking about Jeff?”

“Look who came back to Hellfire.”

“Oh shut up before I get Y/N to snatch your nose.”

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˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ ᴡʜʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴍᴜɴsᴏɴ..

⸻ summary: giving yourself time to get better meant having to give up the one thing you held true to your heart; your feelings for him. now you’re focused on healing, but with a few feelings in the mix. but not from you?

⸺ pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

ʚ warnings: angst, violence, strong language, reader being a badass, slight fluff .. (alright I’ve succumbed to it.)

ʚ author’s note: I’ve quickly realized just how much I hate having my baby boy in pain, but alas I must prevail heh.. but to any of you that wanted an actual happy ending, you may get it .. just shhh. also thank you to everyone who showed love for part one!

ʚ reader discretion is advised

part one — part two — part three

“Leave me alone.”

“This is all of your fault.”

“So why not make it easier for me to forget you by leaving?”

Eddie shot up from his pillow in a cold sweat, his chest bobbing up and down as he tried to ground himself back down to reality. Who was he kidding – this was his reality. In a relationship with Chrissy - who was undoubtedly amazing - but after the cost of his best friend. You.

He turned his head over towards his bedside table where the analog clock that said ‘1:45AM’ in red sat atop it. Heaving a deep sigh, he wiped his face with the hand that grew clammy after waking up and realizing he had been death-gripping his pillow. It just didn’t feel right. Yes, he was content where he was in his life. His campaigns for D&D were skyrocketing in blooming success, he scored a beautiful girl, but he couldn’t quite piece together why he didn’t feel happy with what he had.

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It had only been a few months since the night you last spoke to him. It felt like the longest three months in your life, but you knew it had to be done in order for you to quite literally avoid death. To hell with him, you thought. After you “woke up” from yet another restless night, you stood in the kitchen with a butter knife in your hand. Even after what you said, you were expecting him to at least - and it was the bare minimum - reach out to try and explain himself.

Not a single call. Or a mere seconds worth of a glance as you two passed each other in the hallways of school. Nothing. It was like you two never existed in each other’s lives. Probably for the better. He was happy with his life and what he had, so why should you care? You were doing so much better after you convinced yourself your feelings for Eddie subsided anyways.

“Either you really like toast on fire, or you’re zoning out again sweet pea.” Your mind slowly drifted back into place as you snapped out of it to redirect your awareness on your surroundings. Following the direction in which the voice came from, you saw your dad approaching the kitchen with a soft smile on his face. “No seriously, I’ve only just gotten back, could you take your toast out?”

Your head shot over towards the toaster and quickly flipped the handle upwards which lifted up toast that had seen better days. After pulling it out using the knife you originally planned on using for it, you dropped it onto the plate and then ran over to your dad. “I missed you so much dad.”

You cooed into his chest, which only came out as a mere muffle to him. He couldn’t help but to chuckle as he set his guitar case down and used the same hand to coddle the back of your head to hold you closer to him. Soon you were feeling gentle kisses pressed against the top of your head which made you sigh in contentment. “I missed you too my little lovebug.”

“Dad,” you whined while pulling away and trying to cover the rosy blush creeping it’s way onto your cheeks, “you know I don’t like that nickname anymore.” He smiled and patted your head a few times before letting you go and reaching down to pick up his guitar case again. “Oh I know, I just wanted to see how you’d react sweet pea. Now give me a moment to get settled in – I’ve had a long busy trip after all – but once I do, I want to hear all about what’s going on in my daughter’s life. Like the 4-1-1, you know? The gossip?”

He cocked his hip to the side as he swished imaginary hair out of his face causing a laugh to escape your parted lips. Your dad was always a goofball – he was your hero and truly your best friend. “Dad nobody says 4-1-1. But sure, Mr. Fashionista, go on and get yourself comfy. There’s not really much you missed, but I can tell you all about the new bands I’m into.”

With that, he smiled and nodded. Taking his things upstairs, you couldn’t help but to let out a breath you weren’t aware was even being held. Oh if only he knew.

𖥸

You hadn’t told your dad of your breakup with Eddie, or the events leading after that. It would’ve broken his heart knowing Eddie would do such a thing – let alone for a reason as horrendous as falling for another girl. Had you told him, Eddie would’ve been a dead man.

Your dad, not only was your hero, but was also your inspiration to be as much of a metal head as possible. He had been in a band since his 20s and continued to make music and tour around the world. Hence why he’s been gone for so long, and very often at that. But with that proud staple in your family line, came his bandmates.

You called them your uncles. They were like brothers – no they are brothers of your dads. Have been since they were teenagers when the band first formed. They were there for every milestone event in his life – from his first date with your mom, to when he proposed, all the way through their marriage and then the birth of you.

Soon enough they were there for your milestones. You would never forget the looks on their faces when you told them about your first date with Eddie Munson. At first they wanted to kill him, but after getting to know him and how alike you two were, they eased into the idea of you two sticking around one another. It took a lot of convincing to even let Eddie date you, and if it weren’t your dad’s disapproval, it was surely your uncles.

Eventually they caved and grew to like Eddie. Every now and then they’ll send you letters while they’re abroad asking you about your ‘knucklehead boyfriend’ and if they could get some polaroids of you two to ensure they could still call Eddie ‘the one’ for you. Now of course, recently you haven’t done that given the circumstances you were in, but in all fairness, they haven’t asked yet either.

“So tell me sweet pea, how’s Eddie?”

You gulped at the very sound of his question. Admittedly, you couldn’t even stand the sight of Eddie, let alone to keep up with his life right now. But for some reason, you still felt the need to protect him from the wrath of your dad and uncles. “Uh, he’s been good. Practicing a lot with his bandmates so we haven’t hung out too much, but that’s to be expected from a metal head.”

He chuckled and nodded, swaying his mind with the continued joke you and your family had running with Eddie. He seemed as if he wanted to say something, but the sound of the landline spurring in the kitchen caused his head to glance over at it before giving you this slight apologetic look. With a brisk nod as if to say ‘go get it’, he stood up and went to answer it.

While he was on the phone, you rubbed your hands along your jeans to try and dry the moisture that had been collecting in your palms for the past two hours you and your dad had been catching up on this cloudy Saturday afternoon. “Hey sweet pea, Nancy’s calling. Said something about you two hanging out today?” He looked at the phone and brought it up to his ear, “Hey Nance, where did you say you two were going again? Starcourt Mall?”

“Dad please,” you pouted while making your way over to the phone to try and snatch it from him, “thank you Mr. Protector, but please let me have one moment of girl talk with Nance.” He made a playful gesture with his fingers as if to signal the ‘I’m watching you’ before he went into the living room and leaving the rest in your discretion.

After you cleared the coast, you unwinded the cord and walked further into the kitchen to make the conversation as private as possible. “Hey Nance sorry about that. So you want to hang out at the-“

“Y/N, you need to get to the mall as soon as possible. Steve just told me that Jason and Eddie are going at it in front of Scoops Ahoy.” You furrowed your brows at the sound of her panicked concern. “Nance why would you ever care about their boy drama?”

“Because Y/N… I don’t think they’re gonna stop until one’s dead. It’s like a blood bath there - and none of the security are on duty to intervene.”

With that you felt a wave of emotions course through you. Ones that confused you - like being concerned for Eddie’s well-being. Why would you be scared for him? Was it just the fact that you knew Eddie couldn’t defend himself from Jason and his goons? But that continued to raise even more questions in your head: why was Jason trying to fight Eddie?

“Dad I’m going to the mall now with Nance! I promise I’ll be back before midnight!” You grabbed your keys and started to make a B-Line for the door. Before you could hear what your dad had said, the door was already shutting, leaving your dad mildly confused at the sudden change of pace.

“Crazy kids.” He jokingly muttered before gobbling down some popcorn as the music tv awards came on the box TV before him.

𖥸

It didn’t take you long to get to the mall, and with a shaky breath, you made your way up top to where Scoops Ahoy was. However before you even got there, you could hear people “ooh’ing” and “ahh’ing” as sounds of physical things breaking erupted not long after. So as you turned the corner to see a crowd of people outside Scoops Ahoy, you pushed yourself through to the front to see what was happening.

Sure enough, Jason and his goons were circling Eddie; who was visibly more beaten up than the group. “She’s mine, freak! What could she possibly see in you that I didn’t already have?” You heard Jason yell out and your eyes soon landed on Chrissy – who had been standing against the crowd with tear stained cheeks. Her arms were tucked into her chest with an occasional flinch whenever one of the goons swung at Eddie. She wasn’t going to say anything to Jason?

I guess that’s why you always had more spunk.

“Jason!” You pushed yourself into the circle and stopped in front of Eddie. Your back was facing him and you didn’t even care to look him in the eyes. “I suggest you and your goontards leave while you still have the ability to reproduce.”

Their eyes fell upon you as you were just a mere little thing, causing some laughter to leave them while Jason’s seethed more anger, but soon fell into utter amusement at the sight of you. “Oh look, it’s the freaks ex. What do you think you’re doing here dollface? Don’t you have some flowers to cough up for lover boy here?”

It didn’t surprise you to hear Jason say that. Word had gotten out about you having some incurable disease when people saw you going into the hospital with Nancy and Steve. At first people thought you tried to take your own life after the news of Eddie and Chrissy getting together got out. Most people felt for you - while others like Jason and his goons used that as leverage against Eddie to try and shut his cockiness down.

“Why don’t you shut your damn mouth before the next thing you’re using your mouth for is begging mommy and daddy to fix your little balls, huh?” You hissed, not letting his words get to you. You could feel Eddie’s eyes on you, but you weren’t just doing this for him. You were doing this for every metal head out there that were being silenced by guys like Jason. For guys like your dad - who always told you to stick up for what you believe in.

And right now you were strongly believing in giving Jason a piece of his mind.

Which seemed to have worked because before you knew it, Jason was thrusting himself towards you and wrapping an arm around you while his other hand roughly grabbed at your jaw and held your face. “Jason stop!” You could hear Chrissy yell out but he paid her no mind as he was now focused on getting you to submit to him. “Why do you still love this freak Y/L/N?”

Your eyes stared up into his as your arms struggled to break free as he had you entangled in his own grip, but nonetheless your anger never faltered. “I’m not doing this for love bitch, I’m doing this for all the other metal heads you gave a hard time to.” You hissed lowly before rolling your tongue around to collect enough saliva to spit into Jason’s face. After you had done just that, you broke your arms free and kneed him right in the crotch, sending him down forwards to which you grabbed his shoulders and leaned down to his ear, pure adrenaline coursing through you.

“If I ever find out you and your goons tried to gang up on one person, I’m going to shove my boot so far up your ass, you’ll be smelling leather for a month.” With that, you shoved Jason back into his goons - who hesitated in trying to go after you - but after sending them one glare and with their little leader saying to fall back, they simply grabbed him and scurried off. Once they disappeared, the crowd seemed to erupt into cheers with Chrissy immediately running over to Eddie who had fallen back onto the ground with his eye swollen shut. You turned around and looked at the two of them. Relief washed over their faces before Eddie’s eyes fell upon yours.

For the first time in months, he had looked you in the eyes. And for the first time in months, something hit him in the chest - a feeling he didn’t know would ever return.

But before he could say anything to you, he looked around to find that you had already walked off and instead was greeted by Chrissy planting little kisses on his cheek in an attempt to express genuine relief that he was okay. After he thought for a few moments, he looked at Chrissy and smiled, gently wrapping an arm around her and hoisting himself up to a standing position.

“I’m so happy you’re okay Eds. I don’t know what Jason was thinking, but it’s all over now. Let’s go get you cleaned up.” She cooed into his ear but he could hardly make out what she was saying as his eyes desperately scanned the crowd in hopes of finding you - but to his dismay - you were gone gone. Again.

𖥸

“And there she was, all it took was a knee to the groin and Jason had been defeated!”

Eddie stared blankly at the table before him as he could hear Dustin elaborating on the whole fight that took place last weekend. His eye was still recovering, and the cuts on his face were also still apparent, but he had felt much better than when Jason’s fist was clashing against his face, that’s for sure. “Isn’t that right?”

With a simple squeeze of his hand, he looked over at Chrissy who wore a gentle smile and looked up at him. He noticed their hands together and gave her a reciprocating hand squeeze to signify he was listening and there, but that was far from the truth.

All he could think about was what happened and how you showed up in the brink of time to save him. It didn’t sit right with Eddie - the feeling of relief of knowing you were there by his side when trouble called. Why were you there? More importantly, why didn’t you hesitate to save him? You could’ve left him there to rot for the crimes he committed against you and your relationship, but you didn’t. It was all too much for him, so with the sound of the legs of the chairs scratching the floor, he stood up abruptly and cleared his throat.

The rest of the table fell silent at the sight of their leader standing up and Chrissy wasn’t sitting for very long after, attempting to match her boyfriend’s energy. They looked at Eddie with a confused glance as Gareth opened his mouth to say something. “You alright Eddie? We can stop talking about what happened if you want.”

Eddie glanced down at Gareth and shook his head, “no that’s alright Gareth. I just need to go catch up on some thoughts. I have to be prepared for tonight’s campaign.” And with that, he gently let go of Chrissy’s hand and walked out the door of the cafeteria, not surprisingly ignoring the cafeteria monitors who just threw their hands up in frustration at how pointless their job was.

𖥸

You decided to ditch school once more, but you couldn’t stay at your house - seeing as how your dad was now home. Even if he didn’t care whether you ditched or not, you promised him you’d be that ‘metal head nerd’ with good grades. And you were still holding that promise .. just with different means in mind. Like ditching classes that you were already excelling in.

Nancy would’ve given you a quick catch-up session anyways.

So there you were, finding yourself at the notorious picnic table in the neck of the woods where the wood looked as if it had seen better days - and it did. But the memories you had with this table went far beyond any withering or welting this table may be facing. Many of them were shared with Eddie, but you had long brushed that out of your head. Right now you were here to reclaim the beloved picnic table as your own with many new memories. This would include solo smoke sessions, possibly new guests, whatever your heart desired…

“I guess this table should really have reservation times put into place huh?”

That voice, it was far too familiar in your head, but instead of it providing you relief, it left a sour taste in your mouth. Not that you wanted it to, but after all of what you’ve been through because of him, especially recent times, you had to force it upon yourself to not grow to like the sound of his voice.

“Yeah and right now it’s under my name, so kindly fuck off while I try to make the rest of my time with it count.”

Normally you’d give up your alone time for him in a heartbeat. How you’d feel butterflies each passing day you were sat here with Eddie across the table - both of you helplessly staring into each other’s eyes. But right now? He was the last person you wanted in your sight.

“Well I could do that, but I was kind of hoping we could maybe talk about last Saturday?” He asked in a gentle voice that made you seethe at through your teeth, “and what is there to talk about Munson?”

Eddie’s calm demeanor faltered a bit hearing you call him by his last name. It was no longer Eddie, or precious, or love. It was simply his last name. “Well, just about what happened at the mall where Jason-“

“What happened last weekend was me defending fellow metal heads against that asshole. End of story, thank you for wasting now three minutes of my quiet time.” You were stale, cold to the touch. Had you been given any other reason not to be with Eddie? Not quite, so as you continued with your bitter demeanor, you picked up one of the wraps and proceeded to roll yourself a blunt.

“I wouldn’t call that just defending metal heads, seeing how I was the only one that night.” He retorted with a slight chuckle, not expecting your face to twist into obvious offense that he wanted to take claim of your innocent act of kindness. But when he saw how your face dropped as well as the blunt unfolding beneath your fingers, his face followed suit. “What?”

“What did you just say to me Munson?” You asked rhetorically, hoping he wouldn’t act so bold as to say what he said again. It wasn’t like you to lose your temper, let alone words bring you into such a shit mood, but he was not only invading your private time, but now expecting you to owe him a conversation.

“I was only making a joke Y/L/N, alright?” He furrowed his brows while slightly lifting his hands up in defense almost. “You know I didn’t take you to be someone to let words get to you easily. My apologies, as I remember you being harder than a rock to crack.”

Was he doing this on purpose? Wasting your time to be a complete ass? Was he genuinely being blinded by what happened last weekend that all of the sudden the months of pain he caused you magically disappeared?

“You’re done, Munson.” Was all you allowed yourself to say as your teeth gritted behind your lips. He was on thin ice with you, and you were giving him the benefit of the doubt to go now before he made it worse.

But when he didn’t get up, and instead chose to fight back, you knew things were going to slip up that you had spent so long shoving deep down inside you to forget about - as a long distant memory.

“Okay woah, chill the hell out Y/N. God damn, when did you become such a softie?” He was getting slightly heated himself when he realized that you two were no longer on acquaintance terms. Not that he felt like he deserved that, but he would’ve liked to at least try and keep things neutral between you two in hopes of your friendship at least coming back.

As his words replayed in your head over and over again like a broken record, it felt like the months of mental training you put yourself through went all to waste. He was blaming you for putting your guard back up after he decided to hurt you? Oh Eddie Munson …

“When you decided to up and leave me for one you bastard!” You hissed through gritted teeth, your words oozing out like venom towards the doe-eyed boy before you. The weed below your fist becoming bits and pieces the further you crushed them. “I’m sorry I don’t have the perfect hair, or smile, or laugh that reminds of you a thousand fields of flowers, Eddie Munson. But the day you decided that I wasn’t good enough for you, was the day that I put my fucking guard back up. So pardon me if I come off as a priss or a bitch, but I’m simply protecting myself from a bastard like you.”

You were fuming, with huffs of air leaving your flared nostrils as the boy before you sat in shock. Every angry emotion he felt dissipated at the sound of your words. It became all clear to him why you were the way you were, and why you chose him to be the victim of your hatred. It really was his fault. His hands slowly dropped to his lap as his mind took him deep in thought, which allowed you enough time to pack up your belongings and storm off - hoping to find a new spot to relieve some of this anger that was now boiling over you.

You couldn’t have been more wrong in Eddie’s eyes. He didn’t break up with you because you weren’t good enough for him. He decided to part ways with you because he felt as though he wasn’t good enough for you. The way your nose crinkles when you’re concentrating, or how your eyes have this unforgettable shimmer in them when you get excited. Or that little snort that comes out if you’re laughing too hard. It wasn’t too loud, but he took notice of it one night and it had become a sound he wished to hear forever.

If perfect had an image, it would have you written all over it. Even more than perfect, but there wasn’t a word in the English dictionary to describe you other than perfect. But all of that soon left his mind as he looked around to notice the only thing you left behind was the crushed up blunt with a guitar pick sitting beside it. It wasn’t Eddie’s pick, it was your dad’s.

You brought it everywhere with you. It helped you through tough times - and when Eddie realized which pick it was, he let out a deep sigh with his head hung low. He was one of your tough times.

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⸻ summary: after the two of you split due to him loving another person, you soon realize that you’ve developed hanahaki disease.

⸺ pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

ʚ warnings: angst galore, heartbreak, strong language, mentions of mental illnesses (depression, etc.), unhappy ending - so if you were expecting happiness .. sorry

ʚ author’s note: I wrote this inspired by another beautifully written imagine - here. as much as I loved it, I wanted to create my own where the reader isn’t as forgiving and more stubborn. we love a good punch to the heart huh?

ʚ reader discretion is advised

part one — part two — part three

It had only been a month since you and Eddie split. After being together for nearly two years, it only took him one month to replace you with her.

Chrissy Cunningham. Beautiful strawberry blonde hair that never seemed to look anything but bouncy. An absolute unforgettable smile paired with a laugh that could cure any unforgivable illness.

She was sitting at the spot that you had once reigned over at the Hellfire table in the cafeteria. Just seeing his arm slung around her back with his digits caressing her side just as they once did yours, it had left a sour taste in your mouth. You had nothing against Chrissy, she was the sweetest little daffodil ever. But that was just it, what she was in certain fields, you completely lacked in.

It was like Eddie had gotten tired of having a fellow metal head girlfriend. Like you were just a spitting image of him that he detested. Sure, he wouldn’t have told you that, but he gave you no other reason not to believe it seeing his new partner-in-crime.

They must’ve sensed there were a pair of eyes on them because Eddie was scanning the cafeteria to see where he was getting that feeling from. “Come on Y/N.” You heard a voice from behind you. Turning around, you saw Nancy looking at you with the kindest eyes, yet were matching the same mournful glance you were giving her.

“I know it hurts Y/N, but he’s not worth it anymore. Let’s not give him the pleasure of seeing the damage he’s done to you, yeah?” She added as her hand gently held your back and guided you to another table. With just a simple nod as an answer, you weren’t given much room to object seeing as you were already at another table sitting next to your best friend with your lunch just on display in front of you. You were just glad that it was Friday, so you could spend your weekend away from all of this daily reminding pain.

𖥸

The next morning, you struggled to open your eyes as your eyelids had become two puffy pillows that forced them shut after last night’s adventures of crying yet again. Just stay asleep then, you internally argued to yourself, seeing how it would’ve been useless trying to pry your own eyes open. Which would’ve been fine, had you not started to feel the wretched feeling of bile sneaking it’s way up to your esophagus. Shit..

Clasping your hand to your mouth, you quickly shot up out of bed to find the nearest exit for this unknowing bile that was fighting its way out of you. Once you forced the hallway bathroom door open, admittedly letting it slam into the wall behind it, you collapsed in front of the toilet and let the bile flow out of you until it felt like you had nothing left in your stomach - as if there was any to begin with. “What the hell?”

You looked down at the toilet bowl to see that along the disgusting remnants of yesterday’s lunch, were these beautiful little petals of flowers decorated in a familiar crimson liquid. You weren’t a stranger to these petals, they were only belonging to your favorite flower, an orchid. So why was it that you were now throwing up their petals? Had you digested the flower unknowingly? Impossible.

You hadn’t even noticed the horrible metallic taste in your mouth until you saw the visible proof that you were also throwing up blood. You wanted to find out what was wrong with you, but every time you attempted to get up, another round of suffocating bile found it’s way out of you.

𖥸

Time seemed to have started to go by quickly after this newfound discovery of yours, seeing how Thursday morning’s sun danced it’s way into the sky. Though, you had not gotten better at all. In fact, you had gotten much worse in such a short amount of time. Tiny petals had turned into clumps of orchid and your throat was starting to feel as if it were closing in on yourself.

You had already missed the past three days and the repeated phone calls coming from someone you had no energy to even bother checking, what’s another day?

“Where is she?”

Eddie looked up to see who was peering over his shoulder, only to find a death glare coming from none other than Nancy Wheeler herself. “What are you talking about Nance, where is-“

“Don’t ‘Nance’ me Munson. Where is Y/N? It’s not like her to miss one day of school, let alone four - not without calling me first. She’s not returning my calls, and her parents aren’t even home right now to answer the door. So I ask you one more time, Munson, where is she?”

Eddie fell silent. What was he to say? With the whole Hellfire table - including his new lover Chrissy - staring at him, he felt like he was under interrogation for a crime he did not commit. He looked between his peers, who looked just as concerned as Nancy, before returning his gaze up to Nancy.

“I don’t know, maybe-“

“You don’t know? God Munson, how could you just forget her that easily?”

“Look Nance- Nancy, maybe she just up and left?”

“Oh wouldn’t you know a thing or two about up and leaving, Munson.” She hissed, her obvious frustration not letting up as she stared down at the doe-eyed boy. “If I find her - and that’s a strong if - you’re not allowed to share the relief that I feel of knowing she’s safe and sound. You don’t deserve to ever have that feeling for her again, you hear me?”

With a defeated nod, Eddie swallowed harshly before darting his attention onto the cafeteria table, his fork falling out of his hand and into the disgusting cafeteria version of baked beans. With that, Nancy stormed off and out of the cafeteria - not bothering to stop for the cafeteria monitors who were put in place to prevent students from ditching.

A rule that you and Eddie forced the school to implement after you two snuck out one too many times to go get high in the woods.

𖥸

Although you weren’t missing, it was as if you didn’t even vacant your own home after spending most, if not all, of your time in the hallway bathroom. Coughing up more chunks of flower petals as well as that familiar crimson liquid that you were quickly being drained of.

There was a moment in time during all of this where you had enough energy to use your dad’s office computer to look up what could possibly be causing all of this. Though it took a long time to find - given you had to run back and forth to the bathroom - you found a small article about the symptoms and what it was.

Hanahaki Disease.

You didn’t want to believe that this was even true, but based off the little research people put into this, and how nothing else led you to a plausible answer, you forced yourself believe that this was what you had. Your fate had been sealed to the consequence of one-sided love.

And you only had yourself to blame because you couldn’t get yourself to stop loving the man who replaced you in a heartbeat. At least that’s what you forced yourself to believe. That you were just an object of desire but once obtained, you were no longer needed.

𖥸

Hellfire Club wasn’t the same that night. Everyone sat at the table awaiting further instructions from their Dungeon Master, but he had been too infatuated with what Nancy had said to him. Y/N was missing?

“Eddie?” A small voice echoed through his mind until he eventually snapped out of it and looked at the boy with curly hair hiding under a hat. “What’s the number to roll to defeat this next battle wave?”

Eddie looked at him with his intertwined hands covering his mouth. It was almost as if he wasn’t understanding what Dustin had said, as his eyebrows furrowed with a little head tilt following suit. “What?”

“I-I said.. what’s the number-“

“No I know what you said,” Eddie mumbled as his eyes looked down at the book in front of him, “never mind forget it. Where were we?”

“Eddie are you sure you don’t want to just end the campaign for tonight?” Gareth brought up while rubbing the back of his neck. He wasn’t the type to give up the campaign, but he could tell something was off about his leader - as did everyone else.

“Yeah maybe we should just call it.” Mike agreed while he looked back up to where Eddie was displayed on his throne. It seemed as if everyone was starting to agree as they were all getting up to clean up for the week.

“No.”

“But Eddie, it just seems wrong to try and-“

“And? I make the decision to end the campaign. And right now I don’t want to. So let’s just continue so we can see where Henderson takes us with the battle. Henderson you need to roll an eight.” Eddie waved one of his hands around as he situated himself back onto the throne and awaiting the next move.

The boys all shared equal confusion as their leader went back into this headspace he originally found himself in. How he couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened to his former partner. Was he to blame for it? Did Nancy’s words actually mean something to him? How he just up and left Y/N? He wasn’t sure, but everyone else around him seemed to have answered that for him each day you weren’t showing up to school or answering anybody’s calls.

𖥸

It was almost unfamiliar at this point to hear any sound other than the horrific attempt of you throwing up just air, blood, and flower petals. One of which were growing exponentially as it felt like you had hardly any air to breathe through your esophagus. Each round of dry heaving left you wheezing as if you were a smoker of many many decades.

You hadn’t even touched a cigarette, let alone know what it was like to taste the addicting nicotine that companies put in that little rolled up mistake.

You had been too distracted in your thoughts that you hadn’t even heard the sound of thumping against your window. Once the sound rung through your ears, you peered over your shoulder out the door, and to the window in your room - where only a little light had decorated the side of your bed. The little light coming from the streetlight not far from your bedroom window. The sun had long been gone by now, but your placement in the bathroom hadn’t changed.

The thumping at the window continued until eventually a hand crept its way up under the window sill. Soon following of the window being pushed open, a familiar curly bush of long hair fell through the small opening and landing on their back in front of your dresser. “Fuck, still no small cushioning on the floor for me Y/L/N?”

What was he doing here? More importantly, why hadn’t you locked that window?

None of that mattered now because your head was forced further into the toilet bowl as bigger flower petals fell from your tongue and into the faint red water below, along with other petals. After you had coughed up that big heap of petals, you inhaled sharply with a wheeze not long after. It felt like you weren’t even breathing at this point. If it weren’t for the gap in your esophagus allowing for a small passageway of air to sneak through, it was the feeling of a thousand knives stabbing your chest and throat. It never seemed to end - much to your dismay.

“Woah woah you alright there Y/L/N?” A voice coursed through your ears, soon feeling a hand on your back. You turned your head to look at the once-loved chocolate brown eyes staring into your own. His soon displayed concern when he noticed blood splattered on your lips. “What the fuck? Blood? Y/L/N, we need to get you to the hospital-“

“No.”

“No? Y/L/N, this isn’t a ‘no’ matter - or for you to be stubborn. You’re throwing up blood and .. and flower petals?” Your eyes followed his that were staring down into the toilet bowl. You shook her head weakly and put your arms over the bowl so he couldn’t see further into it. “Just leave me alone Eddie.”

“Look, I know I’m an asshole for what I did Y/L/N, but I’m serious. You need to go to the hospital and I swear-“

“Why can’t you just leave me alone Eddie?” You grumbled before coughing up a few more petals and turning your head to let it drop into the toilet bowl.

“What?” Eddie paused and looked at you, almost shocked that you would ever insinuate a scenario where you didn’t want him around. Hell, he knew you were exes now, but even then, you weren’t the type to let that get in the way of your friendship. And you didn’t, until Chrissy replaced that void Eddie was feeling.

“I said why can’t you just leave me alone Eddie?”

“Because you promised you would call me if you were ever having trouble, and it’s been almost six days. So..”

“Did you ever think that maybe I stopped calling because I didn’t want you around? I don’t need you, and I don’t need your help.” You hissed through a hoarse tone. It was a bit roughed up after spending almost an entire week just hacking up flower petals and air.

“You have every right to feel that way, but I still care for you and I don’t want to see you go through this.”

You’d scoff at what he said if you could. But there was hardly enough air for you to even talk, let alone make these sounds of displease. “But not enough to love me right?”

Your words felt like a knife stabbing in Eddie’s chest. Of course he loved you, but not in the sense that would save you from your own demise. At least not anymore. But the more he waited to answer, the more you got the closure you needed. With that, you pushed him away and hurled into the toilet again.

“Y/N…”

“Y/N?! Are you in here?” A female voice echoed through the quiet house that you once vacated with your family and hell, even the guy before you. Memories you wish you could hold onto but you no longer had the desire to. You loved him, but it was costing you your own life to do so.

“Go Eddie.” You snapped at him, and he stood there for a moment in shock still before you weakly reached over to the toilet paper that had fallen beside you and threw it at him. “Leave me alone. This is all of your fault. So why not make it easier for me to forget you by leaving?”

He felt like a deer caught in the headlights at this point. He felt pathetic for not being able to formulate words to try and repair the friendship at least. To mend what he so strongly wished he could hold onto. But he knew by your words and how you seemed to despise the very sight of him, that he was too late to try and do any of those things.

His best friend and the one he once relied on to even get out of bed, was now just a stranger with memories.

“Y/N there you are- oh my god- is that..” Nancy fell to your side immediately and had her hands hold you up. “It’s okay Y/N, don’t you worry. Steve and I are here for you okay? We’re going to get you help.”

Steve stood in the doorway of the bathroom almost in horror at the sight of Y/N looking like a corpse. He felt as though eyes were burning the back of his head so he turned around, but to his dismay, the only thing behind him was your bedroom with a window that had been left open.

“Y/N, do you always keep your window open?” Steve asked as he joined Nancy’s side by sitting on the lip of the bathtub and held your hair back. He grabbed some rag he had found underneath the cabinet of the sink and wiped away some of the blood.

“No, I had it closed but clearly ed-“ You paused when you looked behind the both of them and found that Eddie completely gone. Like he was never even here. Maybe that was for the best.

However, Nancy tried to put two and two together of what you were saying and perked up a bit when she said, “Ed.. wait, was Eddie here? Oh I’ll kill him if he-“

You gently took her hand and held it while you found the energy to lean back into Steve’s knees. “No, I was trying to say that I thought I had it closed but clearly I need to educate myself on remembering if I did something or not. I’m sorry, I just haven’t been feeling well.”

She looked at you for a moment, debating whether or not she wanted to believe you, but after seeing the pleading look in your eyes, she succumbed to it and sighed. “Alright Y/N. But let’s not worry about that anymore. Let’s go get you to a doctor - if one is even open at this hour. If not, Steve knows someone in his neighborhood that can help you.”

And with that, you let the two of them help you out of the bathroom that you spent almost the past week harboring inside of. You almost didn’t want to be saved, seeing how the only way of doing so would be to forget Eddie, and you know you couldn’t do that - even if he deserved it. The more you thought of it, the more a warm substance seeped out of your eyes and onto your cheeks.

Why did it have to be Chrissy? What was so special about her that made Eddie fawn over the simple idea of her existing. Had you done something wrong to deserve this outcome? Maybe if you had changed the way–

No. This wasn’t about you, it was about him. And what he did to you. And now he’ll have to come to terms that your soon-to-be-demise was at the expense of his heart now belonging to another.

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I’M HOME, SWEETHEART. eddie munson.

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summary: they say home is where the heart is but eddie’s home and heart is you.

warnings: just fluff and love! lovesick eddie! profanities and very slight suggestiveness. gif credits to @his-name-is-ed.

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“i’m home, sweetheart!”

never once did eddie go home without making his arrival known, not when he finally has someone to go home to. it’s a gesture of simplicity, yet it carries a deep feeling of intimacy and saccharine for him.

you two went through hell and back trying to save up for your own place, your home — for your life together — but it was all worth it in the end because now you have a dainty apartment in michigan, stable jobs, and food on the table. it’s far from hawkins and its dark secrets but not far enough for dustin and the gang not to visit.

he groans softly as he locks the door, rolling his shoulders to ease the tension, eyes momentarily closing. he lets the strap of his guitar bag slide down from his arm, alleviating the digging into his skin. and then —

CRASH! — eddie stumbles over an ottoman that he swore was never there before. he stands up straight and scans the room. it was redecorated. he sighs, shuffling around the new arrangement of the apartment.

“eddie?”

eddie turns around to find you in a shirt twice your size, you were rubbing the sleep out of your eyes — and then with the pitter-patter of feet and the jingling of a bell, your dog runs towards him, greeting him with a pushing weight on his legs.

“sorry, did i wake you?” eddie frowns, rubbing the spot behind willow’s ears as he gestures to the living room. “didn’t know our interior designer came to visit.”

you smile sheepishly, squishing your face against his chest as you hug him. he pulls you closer, planting a kiss on the crown of your head. your words come out muffled, “i missed you today, had to get my mind off things for a while.”

“s’okay, sweetheart. i missed you, too, so much,” he mumbles, slowly swaying you in place. “but next time, tell me, yeah? nearly kissed the ground before i could even kiss your pretty lips.”

you laugh softly, pulling away from his embrace to give him a kiss, a quick one that issues a whine of protest from your boyfriend. “take a shower and then we can kiss all you want. you smell like mike’s socks.”

eddie grumbles, tugging your arm to give you another kiss; seconds longer and sweeter until he has to pull away to breathe. eddie wishes he didn’t have to so he kisses you again. “go back to bed, baby, i’ll be with you before you know it.”

and true to his word, eddie walks into your shared bedroom, fresh out of the shower. you look up at him from the solace of the warm duvet. your head is the only thing peeking out. it’s cute.

“aren’t you looking very comfortable?” he grins as you make grabby hands at him. he flops down the bed with a bounce, wrapping you in his arms.

“much better,” you sigh in contentment.

he tilts up your chin to give you a kiss, ever so soft and slow; no one’s in a rush, it’s all at the moment, one of which eddie wishes to live in forever. there’s a hint of morose gnawing at his chest — the thought of how he could just spend every waking and sleeping hour with you in his arms.

he thinks of how the world can be cruel by depriving him of the time to spend more with you. instead, he gets stuck day after day in a stinking bar with drunkards who do not appreciate the art of metal — aside from the owner, mrs. duran, who loves their setlist. bless her heart.

he does believe in the saying ‘distance makes the heart grow fonder’. it does, it really does. he finds himself missing you, thinking of you, yearning for you.

but then he thinks of your beautiful smile — and maybe another thing — and it’s enough motivation for him to get through his day and get home to you.

being lovesick is an incurable disease, he thinks, vastly lethal when it’s with the right person. there is no cure, but even if there is, eddie will not as much blink an eye for it. he’s been with you for three years and counting, and his love for you has never faltered — like poison, it grew, it spread, it flourished — but it isn’t as ruthless as death, no. it gives him life, it gives him love.

it’s everything every person can ever dream of; finding the love that makes everything make sense as if it has all along.

and eddie, who up until this moment marvels over his felicity, has just so happened to find both friendship and love in you. he’s the happiest he’s ever been, starting from the moment he met you, it never wavered.

he drapes the blanket over the two of you and turns the lamp off, enveloping you in darkness.

“i love you, eddie.”

“i love you, sweetheart.” not i love you, too — i love you. because he did not need you to say it for him to support the idea that he loves you. it’s not a too, it’s not an also, it’s not an as well; it’s i love you.

it’s a declaration that is instilled within the abyss of our hearts. therefore it should be veritable as it is brought out only by the intensity of our affection — felt to such a visceral degree. it’s the coup de grace of every profession of love ever made.

“more than your guitar?” you tease sleepily.

eddie scoffs, “let’s not go that far, babe.”

you chuckle, placing your head above his chest to listen to his heartbeat. thump… thump… thump…

“i’m kidding, baby. i love you…” he repeats, this time softer as he slowly succumbs to sleep and the dreams of you.

sunlight trickles through the window pane of the bedroom, sheathing a warm kiss on eddie’s skin. he groans softly, mindlessly patting around for you only to find your side of the bed cold and empty.

he yawns, rising from the bed with a stretch to wake his sleeping limbs. he shuffles out of the room, picking up the discarded socks on the floor. he makes a detour around the room, shooting the deserted clothes in the hamper.

eddie doesn’t mind it, really. no matter how many times you forget to pick up your socks or put your shoes in the rack, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

he wouldn’t have a place to call home if it didn’t have even a trace of you in it. the place will simply be called a house or an apartment, but not a home. it would be undeserving of that title if it doesn’t have your clothes lying around, or you spontaneously rearranging the furniture, baking cookies, dancing in the kitchen, or sleeping with him in his bed.

it shows signs of living, of laughter, of loving. with pictures gracing the mantelpiece, a sweater of yours thrown over the couch, and your diverse album records that are mixed with his — it paints the perfect home for him.

he finds you on the balcony, a mug of coffee in hand.

you feel him before you see him, arms making their way around your waist. eddie presses soft kisses on your neck, trailing from your cheeks and up to your forehead. he puts your coffee cup on the table, turning you around to kiss you on the lips.

“good morning, gorgeous,” he whispers, smiling at the feeling of you against him. his cold hands slip under your shirt and you jump at the temperature, pulling away from him.

“cold!” you chastise him, placing his hands over your shirt instead.

“but that’s why i need you to heat ‘em up for me,” he whines, trying to sneak them back under again, lightly brushing them higher… and higher… until…

“eddie!” you smack his hands away, laughing at his poor attempts. you look down at your sock-clad feet and his bunny slippers-clad ones. it didn’t fit even half of it, his heels were poking out. “...are those my slippers?”

he models them. “you like ‘em? they’re new.”

“yeah, it looks better on you.” you tease, grabbing your coffee cup from the table and his hand with the other, dragging him back inside. “c’mon, let’s make some breakfast.”

“what do you mean?” he asks in faux confusion, pulling you in the direction of the bedroom. “i’m right here, woman! here’s your breakfast — bon appétit, ma chérie.”

“you’re insufferable!” you laugh, pushing him away.

“you’re telling me you don’t want a piece of this?” he gestures to himself and when you shake your head ‘no’, he dramatically falls back onto the couch, clutching his chest as if he was shot. “how shall i live knowing thou love of my life no longer desires me and my di-?”

“woah!” you interrupted with an incredulous laugh, pulling him up on his feet. “that’s enough, romeo,”

“-displays of affection.” eddie finishes with a pointed look. he teasingly squints his eyes at you and he clicks his tongue. “what were you thinking, you perv?”

you playfully roll your eyes at him, making your way towards the kitchen. “we need some eggs, by the way. can you drop by the store to get some?”

“if i get a kiss, i would.”

“i’ll give you two.”

“deal,” he grins, immediately sauntering towards you. he tugs you by your waist and gives you a sweet kiss and two and three, and then more.

you pull away, patting his cheek. “i said two.”

“you gave me more anyway,” he quips, giving your butt a quick smack. “be back in a second, sweetcheeks.”

“i’m home, sweetheart!”

eddie groans at the smell of bacon, immediately making a sharp left to the kitchen. he places the box of eggs on the counter and stands behind you, chin resting on your shoulder. “smells amazing.”

you smile, looking away from the pan for a moment to start preparing the eggs when —

“OW!” eddie yelped, pulling away from the bacon he was trying to steal. he blows at the burn prickling his fingers, hissing at the sting.

“idiot! why would you get it from the pan? it’s hot!” you scold him, a laugh escaping your lips as you turn the stove off.

“i know that now.” he glares at you before his face contorts into a puppy dog look. he pouts at you, burned hand extending towards you. “i need you to kiss it better.”

you scoff in mock disbelief, turning your back to him as you fix up the eggs, stove back on.

“y/n,” he drags out, like a child having a temper tantrum. “you’re being mean. what if i die, huh? what if the burn spreads through my body and i get a heat stroke? it will be too late! — you have to tell dustin i love him but he will never have my d&d set.”

“you fucking drama queen.” you poke his side, grabbing his hand and giving it soft kisses. “s’that good now?”

“i think it needs more, doc,” eddie sighs dramatically and puckers his lips. “here, too, or else i’ll die of lack of air!”

“lack of air?” you laugh in disbelief. “how is that-”

“because you! you are the air that i breathe…” he pretends as if it was his last breath before he theatrically falls to the ground, eyes closed and tongue poking out as though proclaimed dead.

you snort in amusement, softly kicking at his side. “c’mon, munson, stand up and i’ll give you a proper kiss.”

and just like that, he’s standing straighter than he ever was before. you lean on the tips of your toes, holding his face in your hands as you smother him with kisses. i love you i love you i love you — you whisper in every butterfly kiss. i love you i love you i love you — you continue to say it.

eddie smiles at your affection. he used to believe he was undeserving of love — your love to be exact; your soft and loving love. it was beautiful. it was like no other. he believes he’s living in a fairytale except there were no adventures, no strife — it was just straight to happily ever after.

your smile parallels his; soft and lovelorn. you pull him closer, kiss him on the lips, and it's just as magical as every other one you had before — its spark never losing its touch. it still makes your hearts flutter, cheeks warm, minds fuzzy.

i love you i love you i love you — eddie whispers in between kisses. and fucking shit, was it true. he would give up everything if it meant stopping time just to be in the moment with you. be it that moment, the night before, or the day after this — he doesn’t care which moment it will be because every moment with you is a moment he will cherish for eternity.

with you, he is home and you will forever be his as he is yours. he is home. your home.

he’s home, sweetheart.

“do you smell burning?”

“fUCK THE EGGS- !”

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