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𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 pt. iv ✧ ˚ · . 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: eddie begins to become a more permanent figment in your life, daily and weekly, but as relationships grow, tensions become higher and mistakes are made, but even with your life falling apart, eddie's there to catch you.

cw: 18+ (minors dni), teacher/student relationship, age gap (21 & 29), oral (m receiving, very brief), unprotected sex (and kinda public, but not really), temporary madness (things will resolve), mention of nude photos, lots and lots and lots of angst, tense arguments, love confessions, stubborn!reader, eddie is so blindly in love with reader it's ridiculous, lots of time jumping and time passed, eddie hates kids unless they're steve's, if i missed anything pls let me know!

word count: 10k - part one, part two, part three

Eddie couldn’t believe the ongoing success with his band, doing more and more shows during the weekend—sometimes even traveling a state over to perform for a small crowd, bigger than the usual ones that bar drew together, it was recognition—something he and his friends had been after since high school.

And you hadn’t missed a single showing, not since his performance at The Hideout, not when he was doing random shows around Indiana, and definitely not now—watching him perform his heart on a stage in some beautiful Ohio park, it was the small taste of adrenaline and fame Eddie had always sought after—even the groupies were a surprise to him. He knew they existed, he’s seen them approach his friends occasionally, but never himself, not when he was so wrapped up in being around you.

You’re perched on top of the cases of equipment behind the stage when they approach, sweaty and out of breath, normal for how full out they went on stage.

“Beautiful,” Eddie smiles, stringing the nickname over his tongue as he slid between your legs, squeezing gently at your legs in greeting, “did you enjoy the show?”

“Loved it,” You smile, leaning down to press a quick kiss to his lips, “did Gareth keep those panties that girl threw on stage?”

Eddie barked a laugh, turning on his friend who still looked mortified. “I’ll take that as a no.” You laugh along, resting your arms over Eddie’s shoulders as he turns his back to you, resting himself against the plastic cases of equipment.

Eddie calls out the small group of girls—very, highly intoxicated drunk girls, as they stumble your way.

“You fellas busy?” One girl asks, speech surprisingly not slurred for how badly they reeked of alcohol.

His friends scramble, a desperate stuttering as they try to think of a response—Eddie is quick to shut an attempt down geared toward him, which was definitely coming by the looks that were being forced his way.

“I’m spoken for, ladies.” Eddie pipes, nodding his head up to where you were slung over him from above, chin resting atop his head. “Sorry.”

“Oh we don’t mind,” The woman shook off the comment, “your girlfriend can join.”

You expect Eddie to tense at the words, scramble for some type of excuse, but he doesn’t. “I don’t like to share.” He smiles politely, fingers guiding into your own to squeeze tenderly, pulling you further over him until you are barely hanging on to your seat, “I don’t think she does either.”

Eddie glances up at you and your heart soars, “Right?”

You shake your head in agreement, flashing him a face scrunching smile as he leans up to kiss you, feeling satisfied when the girls finally let up and ignore him, directing their attention to his friends.

Eddie pulls back, enough to look at you but not disconnect you two from the moment, “Whaddya say to dinner?” He asks softly, his hand coming up to cup the back of your neck as he turns toward you, “I can actually treat you to a meal outside of my apartment.”

That was the best part of all of his out of state performances, being able to be seen around Eddie with no shame, in public, like you’d always wanted. You knew the consequences and constraints before you agreed to any of it, but it was still nice, being able to spend time with him outside the four walls of his classroom or home.

“Are you asking me on a date?” You tease, eyebrows pulling up in confusion.

“Not a date,” Eddie counters, trying to save himself the humility, “—just friends, hanging out, that also see each other naked a lot.”

You pout dramatically, “Damn—I really like dates,” You sigh, letting Eddie lift you into his arms and steady you back on the concrete, not letting go until your feet hit the floor, “but that’s okay.”

“Then it's a date.” Eddie rushes out, shoving the loose hair from his face, pulling back to look at you with urgency. "Sort of"

Truthfully, you just wanted to hear him say it.

Eddie treats you to a quiet dinner at a restaurant that’s never busy around this time of night, nestled into the same side of the booth as you pick at your meals—and he kisses you, in public, no fear of being caught or watched; it’s freeing, until it isn’t—the constant creeping feeling that this wouldn’t last, not how you wanted it to. It was bittersweet when he pulled away, a smile on his face, bigger than you’ve seen in weeks.

You weren’t sure if you could keep yourself together much longer.

“You’ve gotta tell me the story,” You pester him, pouncing down on his lap, bare thighs resting over his covered ones, the soft material of his sweatpants rubbing against your skin. You had a black pair of underwear on and a shirt that didn’t belong to you—it belonged to Eddie actually; the long forgotten Hellfire shirt shoved in the back of his shirt drawer, now worn by you, “Max never told me much about high school in Hawkins.”

Eddie’s hands ascend the slope of your back, fingers tracing lines against the skin. He shrugs, “There’s not much to talk about—I used to head the D&D club, I sold a lot of weed back then, and barely managed to graduate—“

“Max told me,” You interrupted suddenly, feeling like holding onto that information may have come back to bite you, it felt better to let it out, “—about how long it took for you to finally graduate, I’m sorry.”

Eddie doesn’t seem fazed by it, the resentment so deep in his past that he can’t be bothered to hold any grudges. “Doesn’t matter—I wasn’t raised like most kids, I didn’t get everything handed to me like Harrington did—love ‘em, don’t get me wrong. But, I managed.”

“Tell me more about the club,” You tell him, fumbling to change the subject, not feeling the investment to get deep or emotional, knowing it would probably make Eddie uncomfortable; it didn’t change the fact that you wanted to know everything about him, “was it fun?”

“I’ll have to show it to you someday.”

Someday; like you both had all the time in the world.

You smile, nodding in agreement.

“I always knew you were a nerd, but I didn’t think it was that bad.” You tease, “Any other secrets I should know about you?”

Eddie smiles devilishly, shaking his head, “Not at all.” It’s a sweet attempt at shifting the topic, hoping you won’t notice—and you don’t expect him to open it, he didn’t owe you anything, but it was nice to learn more about him and his life before and outside of his job, the phone ringing from the wall breaks the moment. Eddie looks like he can’t be bothered to answer, but the ringing persists, “Want me to answer it?”

Eddie nods hesitantly, “Just—don’t let them know who you are—whoever it is,” He says, nodding toward the phone.

That seemed like a given—you remove yourself from his lap, yanking the phone off the wall, cord tangled as it hung below.

“Munson residence.” You greet cheerfully, “Who’s this?”

You hear the voice on the other end of the phone say your name, confused, and your eyes widen in fear—Eddie notices immediately, rushing to grab the phone from your hands.

“Hello?” He says with a slight panic, but then he hears the voice on the other end and relaxes, “It’s Steve.”

You can hear his voice through the speaker, muffled, but a flurry of questions that even Eddie can’t keep up with. “Harrington, seriously—I don’t pry into your personal life, why are you prying into mine?”

There’s a small pause as he listens, Eddie’s face pulling up in frustration, leaning his shoulder against the wall, hand gripped right around the plastic spine of the phone.

“If she wanted to tell you, she would have—that’s not my problem—-Steve, Steve—buddy, why did you even call? You never call.”

Another short ramble from Steve and Eddie rolling his eyes, he hands the phone back to you.

“Glad to see you two figured your shit out,” He says with an immense amount of smugness, “Anyways—I need a favor.”

Your laugh brimmed with annoyance, it felt like arguing with a bigger brother—something you never had. “Go on.” You encourage him.

“I need a babysitter.” He tells you—he was on his last leg, you two, well Eddie, being his only choice left.

“That’s rich,” You laugh softly, “—when have you ever wanted time away from your kids?”

“Look, they’re good kids, I promise.” Steve says desperately, despite the screaming shriek of a toddler in the background. “Bring Eddie with you—I’m sure you two can handle it. I can pay for dinner, literally whatever the hell you want—I’m begging you.”

“Woah, woah—“ You say in an attempt to calm his rambling, “It’s fine, Steve—we’ll help.”

“We will?” Eddie asks in shock, wide eyes spread even wider, not agreeing with you at all.

“Fuck—thank you, I love you guys.” Steve says with endearment, “Can you be here at six, tonight?”

Eddie shrugs in defeat, not allowing you to take this on all alone, “Yeah.”

“Great, I’ll see you guys then.”

With a click and a sheepish smile, you press the phone back to its rightful place—Eddie looks like he could explode at any moment.

“Seriously?” He asks, arms flailing out to his side.

“You deal with kids everyday,” You point out, “how is this any different?”

“I deal with adults—“

“They act like children, most of the time.” You point out, which he can’t really argue with. “Look, I can handle them—you’ll just be there for support…or whatever. You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

“Then I look like an asshole,” Eddie says defensively, “that’s not fair.”

“Then suck it up, get dressed—we’ve got some kids to chase around for the night.”

It should be pointed out that despite Eddie’s tolerance for Steve’s kids —he still absolutely despised the little beings and their constantly sticky hands.

Steve knows you can handle them, which is why he’s out the door almost immediately after you both arrive—he doesn’t question it, and he’s not really sure he wants to dig into what’s going on with the both of you right now, not when he had his own date to worry about.

Eddie’s got the youngest on his hip, barely a year old—the older one, a toddler only a couple years above the youngest, wrapped around his leg, poking her fingers through the holes in his jeans. It fits him well and you can’t help but laugh. He’s rocking the baby lightly, managing the chaos, despite his hair a mess.

You smile, wide and shamelessly, he sees it coming from a mile away. “Don’t even say it—I swear-“

“You love it,” You tell him teasingly, letting the younger one wrap his fist around a lock of hair, desperately trying to eat it—he knows there’s no use and he doesn’t want the crocodile tears, so he leans into the tug, “you can’t even deny it.”

“I’m obligated to love them,” He defends, “They’re Steve’s munchkins—just look at ‘em.”

It was the big, brown eyes that did you in, their rambunctious and snarky attitudes second—they were the perfect copies of Steve, it was almost freaky.

“Can you take him?" Eddie nudges the smaller one in your direction, “I think he’s hungry.”

If you would have thought half a year ago you’d be standing in Steve’s living room with one of his best friends, who also happens to be your teacher, but also ended up being your more than casual hookup, you'd have called them insane. But, it was exactly your reality.

You balance the baby on your hip, all while managing to whip up a bottle that the young boy takes greedily, shoving the plastic nipple into his mouth. You’d always been good with kids too, you just had no desire to have any of your own. It wasn’t something you’ve ever admitted to anyone, but you always knew.

Eddie manages to rock the other child into a nap, cradling them into his lap as he takes a seat beside you on the couch, the low hum of the television in the background soothed them both to a deep sleep, and the silence is beautiful but short lived.

“Do you ever think about it?” Eddie asks, pulling a small, child sized blanket over the toddler, “Having kids?”

No one’s asked you—it feels weird to say out loud.

“I’m barely into my twenties, Eddie.” You tell him, “—but no, I don’t want them.”

There’s a long pause of silence.

“You?”

It feels like the wrong thing to be talking about with someone you’re not even in a relationship with, some sort of invasion of privacy.

“I’d hoped my band would’ve been touring all over the world by now,” He says somberly, thinking about how rough their start had been, “I mean—it’s cool we’re getting some notoriety now but I guess I always hoped I didn’t have to stay in one place too long, that I could just tour and make music and not have to be stuck here in Hawkins.”

It’s the most vulnerable thing you’ve heard Eddie say—it’s confusing how open he’s being. You want to blame it on the idea that maybe he’s just gotten comfortable with you, and maybe that was partly true.

“Do you hate it here?”

Eddie shakes his head softly, careful not to make any sudden, jerky movements. His voice is low, quiet as he speaks to you, “Not as much I thought I would—but I’d rather be doing other things. I never wanted to teach.”

“So, why did you? That seems like a choice that takes a lot of time and effort.”

If he was willing to open up, you were going to ask every last question you had. You didn’t know much outside of his music and your friends, it felt like you barely knew him at all.

“I worked in my degree for a while but it wasn’t paying well—they needed a teacher there, I needed money and the money was good, it seemed like the right choice at the time—“

“But not anymore?”

Eddie shakes his head, “I almost quit before this year started. I was done, I wanted to move away and do something I enjoyed—it feels like no matter how hard I try, I always end up back in Hawkins.”

“Why haven’t you told them what you do for work?”

Steve, Nancy, Robin, practically everyone in his life.

“It just seems easier—there’s less to explain. I hate talking about myself.”

“I love when you talk about yourself.”

Eddie smiles at that, small and closed off, but you see it.

“Can I ask you something?” Eddie asks hesitantly, since he was already exposing most of himself to you.

“Why didn’t you run the other way?” You feel your neck tighten at the words, throat closing off the words that want to escape. “If you knew I was your teacher—after I did what I did—why?”

You don’t respond for a while, trying to find the best way to explain yourself—it scares the hell out of Eddie. “That was a choice I made,” You say softly, “it was never your fault. I could have stopped this whenever I wanted to, but I haven’t.”

Eddie nods slightly, soaking in your words.

“I get that it’s wrong—I met you as my teacher first, someone entirely different second—but, it just doesn’t feel weird, you know? I know there’s rules and it’s taboo and people can get into trouble for stuff like this, but I’d never try to purposely risk you losing your job.”

Eddie doesn’t have to hear the words to believe you, he’s never expected you to be vindictive and ruin his life, but the thought of getting caught was always in the back of his mind—but truthfully, he didn’t know if he’d care that much.

“And if I wasn’t your teacher?” Eddie asks with a small amount of hopefulness, an attempt to lighten the dark loud that was beginning to loom over the conversation.

“There’s no way to know,” You laugh, “but I don’t think it would’ve made a difference for me.”

There’s a thought that comes to you suddenly, but you are terrified of what that answer might be.

“What if I was never your student?” You ask softly, “Would you have even noticed me?”

“Nance and Robin would’ve still introduced me to you anyways—I like to think I would, yeah.” He tells you honestly, “You’re beautiful, I would’ve fell for you regardless.”

Your eyebrows pull together at his choice of words—there could've been more to it, but maybe you were searching too far into all of it.

You glance over at Eddie, who’s nodding off slightly, the ambiance of the room and exhaustion from the day starting to catch up with him—he catches himself, making a small noise of apology. You use your foot to tap at his thigh gently.

“It’s okay,” You whisper, he adjusts himself slightly, more reclined as he places his feet up on the couch and turns toward you, “if they wake up I can handle it.”

Eddie doesn’t argue, falling into the deep grasp of sleep rather quickly, eyes shut and face slack—you’ve slept beside Eddie multiple times, but you’ve never taken the chance to actually admire how relaxed he seemed while sleeping, less stressed, less worried. It reminded you just how beautiful he was and just how badly you were starting to fall in love with him.

—

“Breakfast? Again?” Max asks, coffee and donuts in hand as you step up behind her to order your food—and Eddie’s. “Do you do this everyday?”

“No,” You say defensively, cut off by the barista—

“The usual?” Her chirped voice asks and Max looks amused.

You nod quickly, handing over the cash.

“How often?” Max questions, coffee tipped to her lips.

“Three…maybe four,” You shrug, “sometimes five.”

“You’re bringing him breakfast everyday?” Max asks, voice louder than necessary. “Oh my god—“

“It’s breakfast, Max.” You say, pleading with her to keep her voice down, “—I can buy him breakfast if I want to.”

“Oh—don’t pretend I don’t see his tie every morning, that shit has never been straighter.”

“He asks me to do it,” You reply sheepishly, offering a weak shrug, “it’s not a big deal.”

“So, you two went from hooking up and sneaking around to hanging out in his office every morning?”

It only dawns on you when Max says it, how the shift happened, when it happened—you went from only seeing Eddie for sex and class, to spending most of your weekends locked up in his apartment—maybe for more sex, but also to spend time with him, and if it wasn’t time at his apartment, it was on the road for shows.

“We babysat for Steve the other weekend too.” You admit with apprehension, ready for Max’s onslaught of ‘I told you so’.

Max is locked and loaded before you can even stop her.

“I told you so!” Max exclaimed, poking her finger into your arm gently, “Didn’t I?”

You grumble under your breath as the barista hands you the order of coffees and croissants, all nested neatly in the drink holder.

“This isn’t fair,” You tell her, slipping through the gathering crowd of people trying to grab a quick breakfast—Max didn’t even have class in this direction, but she followed you anyway, “I can’t stop myself from liking him.”

“Liking him? Babe,” She looked at you with a certain gaze of scrutiny, “you’re bringing him food and tying his tie—that’s love.” She sings the word and it makes you wince.

You don’t even try to defend yourself this time because even you know, it’s so painful obvious that you’d look stupid trying to deny it.

“Has he, you know—“ She stops for a second, trying to find the right words to say, “—does he seem to feel that way too?”

A painful case of unrequited love? You weren’t sure if you’d be able to survive that.

“Only if I wasn’t his student,” He’d been very clear about it, but unfortunately, you were—which made it all so much worse, “but clearly that’s not the case.”

“I don’t know,” Max seems unsure, “—maybe you two should talk, at least before the semester is over and he accepts that offer—“

“What offer?” You stop Max dead in her tracks.

Her eyes widen like she’s told a secret that was never supposed to see the light of day.

“Uh—nothing, it’s nothing.” Max shakes her head furiously, “Just—I heard something.”

“From who?” You lean forward, stopping Max at the steps before she can make a getaway.

“Robin,” She says reluctantly, “Eddie told her that some big label wants to sign them and—and have them record an album and go on tour, the whole deal.”

“And what else did she tell you?”

“That’s it,” Max sighs, your eyes narrow, “I’m serious, that’s all she told me—I thought you knew.”

The betrayal flows through your body—the anger of everyone knowing but you. Why?

“I’ll see you after school,” You tell her in a clipped voice, trying not to wrongly direct your frustration at her, but you couldn’t help it, “don’t wait up for dinner.”

Max catches your hand before you can fully leave her reach, “Hey, I’m sure he was going to tell you—give him a chance to, at least.”

And Max feels horrible, but she lets you go anyway.

You hand his breakfast over with a contained restraint of anger—he kisses you boldly, on the mouth, office door still wide open, neither of you cared to noticed. He can see it before you even decide to speak, setting the food against his desk. His tie is still slung around his neck, hair pulled back in a loose bun.

“Look—“

“Why?” You interrupt, voice sounding weaker than you expected.

“I was going to tell you,” Eddie admits, “I was trying to find the right time.”

The right time? You laugh softly, tossing your half drunk coffee and cold, stale croissant in his trash can.

“So, what does this mean?” You ask, perching yourself against the open door, hands clasped behind your back.

He doesn’t like the distance, hates it. He takes a few steps forward cautiously, hands held up.

“I haven’t accepted anything yet—I wanted to surprise you, this weekend—I didn’t want you to find out like this,” He tells you slowly, you frown at the idea of him wanting to surprise you, suddenly feeling like you were being over dramatic, “who told you?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Eddie can figure it out himself, it’s not hard to guess, “so you’re leaving?”

“That’s what it would mean—yeah, but like I said—“

“Don’t look at me and tell me you haven’t made a decision already. I know you, Eddie. When did you find out?” It seemed like it hurt more knowing how long he’d been holding onto this information, but you had to know.

“After that night at Steve’s—look, baby—“

You shake your head gently—not here, not now. He couldn’t comfort you here and he knew that, it was a low and desperate blow.”

“And you’re gonna say yes?”

Eddie nods, “It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

He steps to you then, neither of you bothering to close the door as he slides his face around the soft flesh of your cheeks, holding your face in his hands.

“I can’t go with you,” You say softly, “you’re going to leave and I can’t go with you.”

There was no chance that things could ever turn into more if he left; he'd move on and forget about you, caught up in the tangles of fame and music in another state, miles away. It hurt more than you cared to admit.

“It’s not going to happen soon—I’ve got a few months, we’ve got all of summer, there’s still time.”

This was only ever supposed to be temporary and you felt silly for trying to assume it was anything solid or permanent.

Eddie dealt with the brunt of the weight of the decision on quitting, leaving—not leaving you necessarily, but allowing himself what he’s wanted for so long, since he was a young boy who could barely hold a guitar, even with two hands.

He can’t justify asking you to leave with him, abandon college, give up everything you’d worked so hard for—and you hate that you would do it in a heartbeat, over a silly little situation that started months ago, all wrapped up in complicated emotion now, neither of you wanting address the fact and remain perfect and naive to everything, secured in that bubble you both had created.

You couldn’t admit how much you cared about him, loved him—and as much as he felt the same, it did feel like the right move.

“Hey, I’m still here now—I’m not going anywhere,” Eddie tells you, shaking your face gently, your lips parting softly to speak, he captures your lips before you have the chance, hand slipping from your face to grab at your side, pulling you in closely. Eddie inhales, his breath tastes like cigarettes and artificial mint from his toothpaste, it was all so normal to you now.

Kissing Eddie, at school—this should not feel normal to you. It was a momentary lapse of judgement when he crowded you toward the door and kissed you without shame; it was the downfall of everything. You two had become too comfortable with each other.

“Oh wow,” A voice carries from several feet away, the sound of paper hitting a bare palm, slow-clapping their way toward you, “is that why you rejected me?”

Eddie pulls away quickly, allowing you to push yourself away from the door frame, head turning to look at Jason.

He smirks, sending an unnerving chill down your spine.

“Jason—“

He holds his hand up, waving at you dismissively.

“I just came to drop off my books,” He held up the item in his hand, shoving it toward Eddie—who despite the compromising position he was found in, has no fear, just a look of pure resentment, “sorry for interrupting.”

Eddie tries to remind himself that Jason is kid—a stupid, entitled one, but nothing worth going to jail or losing his job over.

Jason huffs one last laugh, full of disgust and jealousy, shoving the books into Eddie’s waiting hand.

He was about to make a complicated situation that much more messy, door slamming shut loudly on the way out.

Jason didn’t give you too much time to recover—still reeling from the rejection of his advances during the date, he wanted to hurt you worse, make life hell—and he did just that. Eddie was already preparing for the worse, he knew.

Word moved quickly, like a fucking plague, and Eddie was forced to quit two days later—but Eddie, he seemed relatively unfazed by it all, like it was exactly what he’d been waiting for.

When they pull you both into the room to speak, you’re met with several pairs of eyes—higher ups and several faculty who were likely also interrogated on the matter, all of which knew nothing, so their only choice was the source, that being you and Eddie.

“Listen, I want to know who’s responsible.” The easy answer was both, but Eddie wasn’t willing to let you risk everything for him. “Who initiated this?”

“Me,” Eddie answers simply, giving a dumb downed explanation of it all, “I used my position and I abused it, convincing her to start a sexual relationship with me—that’s it.”

Your mouth opens in protest, heads turning to you.

“Is that true?” The Dean asks, “Was this done willingly?”

You nod sheepishly, face blushing a deep shade of red, feeling hot and uncomfortable in a room full of people judging your every move.

“Look—she’s of age and I’m sure she’s not trying to seek charges against you either,” He takes a breath, pen balanced careful between two fingers—it takes all the physical restraint in your body to keep you from stabbing it into his hand, and you wanted to maim Jason, cause him all the emotional pain you were feeling right now, but you forced it back down, “but that’s not how we conduct policy here, so I’m terminating your contract and you’ll need to pack up today, I don’t want to see you here tomorrow.”

Eddie can’t do anything but nod, no real sense of fight in him, he’d accepted it. He was almost grateful.

“As for you, I suggest you adjust your behavior and figure out what’s more important to you—your education or some meaningless relationship.” The snide remark wasn’t necessary, but there was no telling what Jason had actually told him, he had no real concept of what you and Eddie were outside what he caught you two in the midst of.

Eddie accepts the contract offer later that night, you curled up on the couch by his side, his hand rubbing your back in slow, circular strokes.

It was almost surreal, having happened so quickly, that you hadn’t really processed any of it. You had to figure out classes, adjust to the rumors being spread around, and still try to live a normal life—it seemed impossible, and you didn’t blame Eddie. You’d uprooted your entire life willingly and you had to pick up the pieces.

“I fly out to California next week,” He tells you when he finally hangs up, “sign all the official papers and stuff.”

“Good, that’s good.” You answer absently, eyes glued to the floor, counting the lines in the horrible dingy rug that Eddie wouldn’t throw out, despite how worn it looked.

Eddie smiles sadly, a subtle lift at the corner of his mouth.

“But, I still have a couple months—we’ve been writing songs, sending them out, it seems like this shit is really gonna take off for us.”

“Yeah—that’s great.”

He can tell that you’re not with him, a shell of yourself.

“Robin and Nance want to throw a party to celebrate.” He adds after a few minutes, hoping that will pull you out of your daze.

It doesn’t; it felt like your brain was imploding in on yourself, and Eddie couldn’t be bothered to hold back anymore.

“I love you.”

The words hit you with less of an impact than you expect, laughing slightly, “Don’t say that.”

Eddie pulls at your sleeve, fist shoved up by your face, cheek leaning against it, forcing you to look at him.

“I don’t say that—to anyone.” He tells you, that familiar glint of vulnerability shining through his eyes. “I love you.”

“You love being with me,” You correct him, “You love the sex, and the thrill that came with doing something wrong—you don’t love me, Eddie.”

He’s never looked at it that way, he’s never even thought of it in that sense. And he knows he’s felt this way for a while, but the feeling didn’t hit him until you started staying around more often, doing all the smaller things in his life that he normally wouldn’t do for himself—they were never necessary, but you did them.

Eddie rubs the pad of his thumb over your brow bone, against the soft bridge of your nose, admiring every line and angle of your face as you stared up at him, defeated.

“I’m not asking you to say it back to me.” He tells you quietly, but that does nothing but boil your blood, pulling away from him abruptly.

“So what—you want to drop that bomb on me after you plan on leaving? You’re not coming back here, you know? Once summer is over you’re going to be moving to California, traveling, what’s the point?”

Eddie didn’t have a point, it was a need—a need for you to know, in case the feelings were mutual, and they were. But, you couldn’t see this working out positively, not with your entire college career ahead of you, and the rest of his life on the line after one silly little confession.

“It’s been eight months,” He pleads with you, “I think there’s a few blurred lines in there for both of us, I’m telling you because I mean it, regardless of what that means for us.”

You shake your head in denial, disbelief, all of the above.

“This was supposed to be happy and positive and this huge thing I was going to surprise you with and you act like it doesn’t matter,” Eddie says suddenly, “did you really expect things to work out perfectly?”

“I don’t understand how you’re fine after that,” You respond angrily, “did you want them to find out? Did you want to get fired?”

“I don’t plan to beg for my job back,” He confesses, “—things are good right now, why are you worried?”

“Good? Good?” You spit at him, leaning away from him fully, knees perched on the cushions as you backed away, “You don’t have to go back to school and deal with everyone judging you—talking about you, did you consider any of this for me?”

“When have you ever cared about what people said about you?” Eddie asks, trying to come up with any feasible way to defuse the situation. “Can you calm down—please?”

He remembers how high school was, early college—it was a nightmare, he understood all of it, but he just wanted you present, here in this moment with him.

“You can’t even ask me to be your girlfriend but you’ll tell me that you love me?”

And that’s what breaks Eddie.

“I was going to ask you at the party.” Eddie snaps at you, his face scrunched up in frustration, eyebrows knitting together.

You draw nothing but silence, resting gently on the palms of your hands as you move to sit, legs crossed in front of you.

“Come here,” He motions with his hand, patting your thigh gently, you hesitate, “—seriously, come here.”

You scoot back into his arms reluctantly, letting him drag your right leg over his lap, his large, warm hands coming to rest above the curve your ass, it’s not meant to be sensual and it doesn’t feel that way either, you lean into the touch, your own hands coming to rest along the broad line of his shoulders.

“I’m invested in this,” Eddie tells you proudly, not a single waver in his voice, “forget how this started or whatever doubts you have—I want this, I’m serious.”

“But, you’re leaving.” You say pathetically, feeling like it was just another way to wiggle out of the situation.

Truly, you were afraid of your heart being broken—and you weren’t sure if Eddie would care to pick up the pieces.

“And I’ll always come back—when I’m not working, I’ll be here, and when you’re on break or when you finish with school, I’ll fly you out to me.” Eddie explains slowly, letting your eyes fall to his lap, his hands giving a reassuring squeeze. “I never wanted casual with you, sweetheart.”

“But, you said—“ His hand roses to grasp at your chin, stopping the fountain of words that were about to flow out, another mindless excuse to delay your own feelings.

“I know what I said—and I lied.” He says softly, finger rubbing tenderly at the soft tissue of your lip, the action causes you to pull the bit of flesh between your teeth, soothing the sting of his touch the lingered. “I was fucked from the moment I talked to you at the bar.”

“Stop.” You beg softly, the soft beginnings of a sad smile pulling at your face.

“Even if I hadn’t gotten this offer, I do it over again—and again, and again—“

The last bit is muffled by your lips, leaning forward to press gently against his own, a quiet noise of encouragement from him as his hands traveled high, squeezing at your waist, sneakily adjusting you closer until you’re seated perfectly over his lap.

Eddie sighs, “Fine,” He kisses you quick, pushing your hair away from your face, “let’s focus on something we’re good at.”

You hum softly, “Really good at, if you ask me.”

Eddie insisted on the smoke break, his dick still in your mouth when the words come from his own, you pull back with a look of annoyance that Eddie laughs at, tucking himself back into his pants lazily to pull at your arms, dragging you along with him.

“Trust me, it’ll be worth it.” He whispers into your ear, fetching his smokes and light as he guides you by your hips out the sliding door. It’s a solid cement wall lining his balcony, safe enough that you don’t feel like you’d fall over the ledge if you decided to look over, but it still didn’t provide much privacy—it was the reason Eddie had his blinds closed most of the time, one peek in and someone could easily get an idea of what he was up to inside—but that didn’t stop him from sliding his hands into the front of your underwear, back pressed against the cold concrete, regretting having let Eddie keep you in the flimsy bra covering your breasts, the hiss that escapes has Eddie chuckling around the cigarette that’s shoved between his lips.

“You mind, sweetheart?” He asks, eyeing the lighter rested on the ledge beside your head, Eddie’s fingers finding their way inside you.

“H—oh, out here, are you s-sure?” You whisper quietly, flicking the lighter until it ignites, hand covering the flame from the wind that threatened to snuff it out. Eddie leans forward slightly, the end of the cigarette burning a bright amber as he inhales deeply.

“Positive,” Eddie nods slowly, fingers curling inside you, the soft pad of his thumb dragging against your clit, “—I mean, as long as you’re comfortable with it.”

Maybe it was the horniness that guided your decision making, but it didn’t matter, you were more than willing.

“Uh huh.” You nod, voice shakier than normal, a small whine escaping your lips as Eddie’s one finger turns into two, then two to three, all while continuing to take long, slow drags from the cigarette, dusting the ash off over the ledge.

He’s got a Cheshire grin and an ego bigger than he can handle, your hand grasping his shoulder for support, the line of his thigh shoved between your legs to keep you upright, your hips rocking against his hand with no sense of control—all urgency and primal instinct.

The hand that isn’t being used to support yourself palms the front of Eddie’s sweatpants, the hard and obvious bulge tenting the flimsy material, he grunts around the cigarette, forcing himself closer, your hand shoved forcibly between your bodies as he worked his own hips against your hand, “Fuck—turn around,” Eddie groans out, removing his hand, helping you twist your body until you’re front is pressed against the slab of concrete, sliding your panties down past your ankles until you’re stepping out of them, the soft rustle of his clothes behind you as he slipped them down far enough to pull himself out, cock still just as hard and straining as it was in your mouth a few minutes ago, “don’t want you to hold back, okay?”

You nod dumbly, it was the middle of the night and most of the lights were off outside, it was unlikely that anyone was still awake at this hour, but it still sent a thrill through your body, to your core, the prospect of being caught or heard. Eddie slips into you easily, his front pressed tightly against your back, his hand coming around your neck, pressing against the underside until your head was leaned back against his shoulder, the slow, resting pace as he rocked into you had you gasp at the intrusion, your own arm wrapping around the back of his neck, hand sinking into his curls.

Eddie wants nothing more than to make this last forever, the slow drag of his hips as he moves against you, holding you gently, it’s so slow—you moan softly with every movement, moth hung open slightly. “Are you still mad?” He asks idly, mouth muffled against your hair.

You shake your head jerkily, a particular thrust has his hand squeezing against your throat gently, a needy whine escaping your lips. “I’m scared—scared, Eddie. I don’t want to lose you.”

Because you love him, but the words don’t slip just yet.

“I’m right here,” He reminds you, groaning as you clenched around him, never getting over how good it feels to be inside you, bare, connected—he’s never been so reckless, but when it came to you, every rule was thrown out, “I’m not leaving.”

“Want you—want you to enjoy it, though,” You reply sadly, “live your life.” And normally, Eddie would hate having such an intense conversation while he was inside of you—but, it was the only time you felt comfortable being vulnerable. You knew Eddie would take care of you, but this felt like the end and that was terrifying. “It’ll be good for you.”

Eddie sighs, burying his face into the side of your neck, breath heavy as he hastened his pace, the hand resting against your neck traveling down your chest, over your abdomen, until his fingers were resting against your pelvis, a gentle push as he coerced you further against him, your hands shooting up to the ledge to keep you upright and from toppling over—Eddie had a firm hold on you though, you weren’t going anywhere.

The cigarette finally fell from his lips, forgotten and left burning on the ground as he returned his focus to you, reminding you just how badly he needed you. “You are my life,” It sounds cheesy, unauthentic, and he hates that—but it’s true, “everything I’ve accomplished in the past eight months, you’ve been there with me.”

Your staccato of moans is loud, unrestrained, the small movements of his fingers against your clit was enough to have you fall to your knees, but Eddie was the only thing holding you up now. “I know, I know,” Eddie soothes, his lips dragging against the side of your face as you leaned back, begging to connect with him, putting you out of your misery as your lips connected with his in a heated kiss, teeth and tongue and swallowed up groans of pleasure, “—can I—can I come—“

“Inside me?” You ask for him, sounding breathless, “—Fuck, please—yes, please.”

“You first, though,” He remarks, your mouth hung open on a silent gasp as his fingers pick up an unrelenting pace, the overwhelming slam of his hips mixed with the quick, tight circles he was rubbing against your clit had you moaning loudly, catching yourself as your hand flew over your mouth, attempting to muffle the noises for your own decency, “—no, no—“ Eddie says quickly, his hand reaching to pull at your own, “—I want them to hear how good this feels for you, okay?”

You nod, letting him hold your hand in his grip, the movements becoming too much, the familiar creeping feeling of your orgasm hitting you as your face turned hot, groaning through the high of it, Eddie’s fingers working you through the comedown, he pants softly against your face, whispering a tender, “Good girl.” as his own movements slow, tapping at your hips until you get the idea to turn around.

He slips out of you momentarily, a blink and you’d miss it, before he’s got your legs wrapped around his hips, guiding you back down onto his cock easily, his hand cradling the back of your head as he fucked into you—you didn’t even care about the cold of the concrete biting into your back, too focused on the way Eddie concentrated, sparing looks from his dick disappearing inside of you, back up to your blissed out face, barely able to make out the soft ‘I love you’s’ that slipped past his lips, coming with a broken moan as he spilled himself inside of you, hips working jerkily through the orgasm.

You could blame it on the euphoric high of sex, but it felt needed, and your heart tugged with every confession of love that came from his mouth—you couldn’t let him leave without saying it.

“I do love you, Eddie.” You admit tensely, his face faltering slightly as he pulled out of you, carefully resting you back against the ground, “I just—I don’t want that to hold you back.”

“You don’t want to be together?” Eddie deduces, slipping his sweatpants back over his hips, eyes solely connected with your face as you pull your underwear over your ankles and back onto your body, allowing yourself some decency.

“I’m just trying to say that—maybe you should see what’s out there,” It hurt to say, but it felt selfish to keep Eddie tied to you, not when he and you had so much ahead of yourself, “I’ll always be here, but I don’t want you to worry about me—go and do your thing, enjoy it.”

“But—“

“For me,” You beg, “—let’s not label this, not now—I don’t want you to end up hating me because you still feel tied here. Get out of Hawkins for a while, away from everything.”

Eddie doesn’t understand it—but he nods, knowing that it would be a losing battle to argue with you, your mind already clearly made up. He’s so caught up in the negative that subtle confession of love doesn’t even cross his mind.

The calls are almost daily, at first—typical recounts of his day, all the crazy things that were happening, fast and overwhelmingly, but you could hear the change in Eddie’s voice immediately—he was happy, it was evident in the way you could practically hear him smiling through the phone.

A week turned into two somehow, telling you how Gareth and the others really wanted to do more sightseeing, and it wasn’t much of a surprise, you tried to reassure him that it was fine.

Eddie knew it wasn’t, but he tried to remember what you’d told him. Get away from Hawkins.

And there’s a lot of disappointment when you manage to sneak through the rest of your semester, still the giant focal point on everyone’s mind, but then summer comes around—and Eddie doesn’t.

You stay with Max, back home, contained in the small trailer park she spent most of high school living in, just across from Eddie’s old him—it’s a constant and daily reminder, painful almost. You met Wayne briefly, without the idea that he knows about whatever history you and Eddie had, and he’s a nice man—it explains a lot of how Eddie carries himself.

Calls become every other day, to weekly, to scattered over several days—from talking for hours to only managing to squeeze in a ten minute conversation before Eddie was being rushed off somewhere; meetings, shows, everything under the sun. They gain popularity fast—sold out shows, faces plastered all over town on posters, merchandise being sold everywhere.

“I might get a couple weeks off around Christmas,” Eddie tells you at the beginning of December, in the middle of you and Max setting up decorations and dressing up the tree, you’re perched on her counter, foot tucked under yourself, “—it’s been nonstop.”

“But, you’re enjoying it?” You ask hesitantly.

“Yeah—yeah, it’s been crazy.” His astonishment is genuine, but you can hear the pain in his voice. “I just miss you.”

“We all miss you.” You tell him with honesty, dealing with the constant badgering from everyone about what Eddie was up to—you didn’t mind, it was nice that they cared.

Eddie does manage to see you at Christmas, it’s a week of subtle bliss and time spent with family and friends—like everything was suddenly normal again.

“No way, Eddie—“ Max exclaims at that skateboard grasped tightly in her hands, shaking it excitedly, “how did you get this?”

“It’s a secret,” Eddie says sneakily—it was the one thing Max had been saving up for the past few months, but Eddie put all of that to ease, showering everyone with nice, niche gifts—it was his way of showing love for the support they offered, even if he wasn’t materialistic at heart—he had more money than he knew how to spend now, “—I’m gonna take a smoke break.” He excuses himself, letting the rest of the group mull over their other gifts to be exchanged. He nods at you subtly, beckoning you to follow.

His hand slips into yours and pulls you out of the front door of Max’s trailer, taking a seat on the top step, allowing you to plop down ungraciously between his legs, turning sideways to rest your head against his knee, the familiar smell of lighter fluid filling your nose as he flicks the flame alive and lights the cigarette.

“I know you said no gifts,” Eddie begins hesitantly, slipping the cigarette between his fingers as he searches through his coat pocket, handing over the white envelope with a small shake to his hand, “but I never listen to you anyways.”

You pull at the opening, sliding the stalk piece of paper between your fingers, “Eddie,” Your voice is soft, overwhelmed, “—you can’t fly me all the way out to California.”

“Everything is already paid for,” He assures you, “I wanted to have you stay with me for the rest of the break—I was hoping you’d come back with me.”

“But, I—“

“Max already knows—she threatened me for not asking you sooner.”

You both laugh softly at that, delicately placing the envelope to the side. You couldn’t pass up an opportunity like this—you were free of responsibility for the next few weeks, nothing but time on your hands; time you wanted to spend with Eddie.

“It’s beautiful there,” Eddie tells you, “You’ll love it.”

You smile widely, reaching up to kiss him on the cheek as he raises the cigarette back to his lips.

Now, how the hell were you supposed to follow that?

“I—kinda got you a gift too.” You start off, pulling a small, leather bound book from your jacket pocket, keeping it just out of reach, Eddie’s fingers coming up to attempt a grab a it, “—and it’s not as fancy or extravagant as yours, but just—keep in mind that I did this with the thought of me not being able to see you once you left. So, it feels stupid now—but don’t open it here.”

Eddie snatches the book easily, ignoring every word you’ve said.

His mouth drops open in surprise, eyes dragging down to you in a heated gaze, “Sweetheart—this is—holy shit.”

A full booklet of pictures—of you, in various states of dress, some fully clothed (in his clothes), some in thin lingerie, the more scandalous ones toward the back of the book—fully nude and in various poses. It was meant to be something for Eddie to keep with him while he was away, a reminder of what he always had to come home to—your face burned hot as he flipped through them, Polaroid after Polaroid.

Eddie couldn’t even allow himself to form words, stubbing out the cigarette with urgency as he turned full attention to the gift, smiling so hard his cheeks had to be hurting.

“I told you to wait,” You complain lightly, “—sorry if it’s too simple.”

Eddie turns the book on you, flashing one of you in a black lingerie piece, on your knees with your breasted nestled high in the confines of the uncomfortable getup—it was the first and last time you’d ever find yourself in that type of clothing, but for Eddie, it was worth it. The pictures left little to nothing to imagine and it was exactly what you wanted for him.

“This is fucking amazing.” Eddie responds with fervor, snapping the boom shut and shoving it safely inside his coat pocket—no one would know it was there besides him, and you. “God—I missed you so much.”

You pout slightly, letting him drag your chin up with his fingers.

“I missed you too.”

Everything felt right again, for once.

—

You grimace at the sight of him, dressed up in full tuxedo. It’s like a weird deja vu moment as he walks through his bedroom door and into the living room, “Okay—this feels weird.” You tug at the dress uncomfortably, adjusting your breasts where they felt like they were about to slip out of the fabric, your mind trying to justify why this was all necessary. “Do we really have to go?”

“I made reservations a month ago,” Eddie says dejectedly, “—do you really not want to?”

If you didn’t already feel bad, that made you feel worse.

“Fine—fine,” You sigh, Eddie spreading his arms wide to let you examine him—it was too professional, a stark reminder of just how quickly Eddie could fall back into that side of his life, though his hair flowed freely over his shoulders, which kept a part of his effervescent personality alive, “but I don’t know proper etiquette at these places, I’m probably going to embarrass you.”

“Sweetheart, I don’t have a fucking clue either.” He chuckles softly, rubbing his hands against your bare arms. “That’s what makes it fun.”

And the restaurant is just as intimidating as you expected, a menu full of things you couldn’t pronounce, wine that tastes horrible for how costly it was, it was nothing like what you were used to—Eddie looked out of his element too, both of you constantly giggling over how ridiculous this all felt. The small talk is nice, until the conversation dies down and Eddie gives you a look—it makes your heart skip, the fear of what was coming.

“It’s nice to finally be able to take you on a proper date, at least.” Eddie digresses, stabbing his fork into the meal on his plate. “I don’t have to hide you anymore.”

He could show you off proudly—even if you weren’t officially his, not that it mattered.

You laugh softly, a lousy response, but Eddie didn’t mind. It was a painful reminder of how difficult things still were back in Hawkins, shunned by the majority of the people there—aside from your friends, class was nearly unbearable anymore.

“How’s school?” Eddie asks timidly, your eyes averting to your food.

“It’s okay,” You shrug indifferently, “I’m managing.”

The last thing you wanted to do was put a damper on the date, but Eddie pried anyway. He’s silent, like he’s waiting for you to give an honest answer.

You sigh, placing your fork against the plate gently.

“What?” You ask flatly, “Do you really want to hear about how it’s going?”

Eddie nods, following your actions.

“I’m barely passing,” You admit, “No one talks to me but everyone stares, none of the professors will offer to help me outside of the classroom because they think I’m some leper that’s gonna get them fired.” Eddie looks like he wants to interject, but lets you continue, voice shushed enough that it’s not drawing attention, but the air between you two is tense, “If I’m not in class, I’m stuck in my dorm—I don’t have a social life outside of Max. It’s horrible, Eddie. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Eddie’s mouth opens in the beginnings of another apology.

“If the words “I’m sorry” come out of your mouth, I’m stabbing you with this fork,” You threaten, flipping the fork in your hand until the pointy end faces up, “don’t start apologizing to me like you’re the one responsible—I’m an adult, I’ll deal with it.”

Eddie sighs, twisting the expensive cloth napkin in his grip, he doesn’t have his rings on either, it’s strange—it’s almost like you were seeing him for the first time again.

“I guess this is a bad time to ask you to be my girlfriend,” Eddie laughs bitterly, “and possibly suggest moving you out here.”

Your eyes widen, both in shock and at the absurdity of what he was asking by dropping those types of questions on you.

“That’s what I was afraid of.” Eddie points out, motion to your face.

“Move here, Eddie?” You ask, “Are you out of your mind?”

“It’s selfish and impulsive, I know.” Eddie admits.

“Is that the only reason you bought me the plane ticket? So you could butter me up and hope that I would want to stay?” You ask in disbelief, “What the hell?”

You couldn’t handle it—this, the whole entire thing, it was strangling you and you wanted out. You needed a moment to breathe.

The loud screech of your chair is the last thing Eddie hears before you’re storming off, leaving the choice up to him as to whether he should follow you or not. It isn’t even a thought to Eddie, throwing cash on the table to cover and chasing after you, determined to make this work—no matter where you or he ended up.

He catches you halfway down the block, heels in hand, attempting desperately to escape the program. You needed to face it, you should have, but your first instinct was to run.

“Stop,” He pleads, footsteps creeping up behind you, “hey—please?”

“You didn’t come back,” You spit out, turning on the balls of your feet to face him, “you promised, Eddie.”

“That’s why I wanted to bring up the idea,” Eddie says carefully, “Things are crazy and hectic and I just want you here, with me, all the time—that’s all I want.”

“So, drop out of college and move into your expensive apartment—turn into some fake housewife that waits around for you all day?” You ask with a slight sense of disgust, “Is that what you think of me?”

“There’s colleges here—good colleges. I have a friend at USC, we can figure it out—“

“What about everyone back home?”

“Coming here doesn’t mean you can never go back—“

“Why are you pushing this so hard, Eddie?”

“God—because I fucking love you. I want to be with you. Every time I bring up the idea you change the subject or run the other direction—am I reading this wrong?” Eddie asks in desperation, hands stretching outwards, his tucked shirt becoming a mess.

“It’s not that—“

“Then what?” He asks viciously, “You won’t even tell me that you love me—if you don’t, then why are you here?”

“I did tell you!” It’s turning into a shouting match, but neither of you can be bothered to care, “The night you accepted that offer—I said it but you,” A finger shoved into his chest, “weren’t,” another sharp jab, “listening.”

Eddie steps back, face falling as he tries to recall the conversation—how you’d begged him to go, do something for himself, so caught up in the idea that he grazed over the confession completely. Part of him hoped he could balance it easily; work and love, like it would be simple, but it was the hardest thing he’s ever tried to manage—being away from you hurt more than he ever expected.

“Look,” Eddie takes a deep, collective breath, “I’m not forcing you to come live here, I just wanted to give you the option—you can enroll in college here, we can live together. We can be together, like we should’ve been from the start—I just want to be with you. You can start fresh here—let me fix everything that I screwed up for you.”

It’s almost too good to be true—how quickly your life could be fixed if you just fled town and ran off with Eddie; everything in your body was telling you no, no, no—but the words that come out of your mouth are saying otherwise, giving in to the idea that moving here with Eddie; it didn’t sound as bad at you were trying to make it out to be. You were just young and scared and afraid of things going badly.

“Then no bullshit,” You tell him, “ask me, right now.”

“Which one?”

“Both.”

“Fine,” Eddie takes a step forward, hands sliding against your cheeks, the warm flush of your face stinging his cold hands, “—move here with me and let me call you my girlfriend?”

“Does that sound ridiculous to say?” You ask with a small amount of amusement.

“I mean—yeah, but nothing in my life has been anything less than ridiculous,” Eddie protests, “the way we met—ridiculous, losing my job and striking big here—ridiculous, but falling in love with you—not at all.”

You nod slowly in understanding, letting it all sink in. If there was ever a time to take a chance, it was now. You were tired of constantly second guessing yourself.

“I’ll take a semester off school,” You tell him, watching his mouth pull into a small smile, “—not because I’m moving here, but because I need it—and I’ll start back into school next fall.”

“Whatever you want to do, I’m okay with that.” Eddie confesses, “I’m starting to get my life together, finally—I just want you to be happy.”

And you knew how unhappy you were away from him, he could tell with every phone call, longer and further apart—he was starting to lose you—but he wanted this to be your choice.

“And Eddie?”

“Hmm?”

“I hate fancy restaurants,” You tell him, “and big gestures.”

“Noted. ” Eddie stammers quickly, “Let’s go home?”

You smiled, leaning up to press a chaste kiss against his lips.

“Yeah—let’s go home.”

You could figure out the semantics later—allowing yourself to finally have something you cared about, without guilt. It didn’t matter how you found each other, but that you did—and all you cared about right now was Eddie; it was the one thing in your life to hold onto and you were never letting go.

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #my writing #1kfic

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allelitewrestlings · 2 months

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“Guys like Mox are very rare, are a very rare breed of person. That's why me and him both say some people aren't cut from our cloth. […] A kid from Ohio and a kid from New York, we both have the same morals -people say morals, I say rules- for our life and who we want around us. Mox is important because of that.”

— Eddie Kingston on his relationship with Jon Moxley (for Inside the Ropes)

#eddie kingston #jon moxley #aew #all elite wrestling #*quotes #moxeddie #tag team: moxley & kingston

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megxplryxb · 1 year

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More Than This

*Notes* Gif is not mine..

Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

cw: Friends to lovers, angst, hurt, romance, eventual smut (probably), no use of y/n, Steve being a bit of an ass

Author's note: My first proper fic in a while so please be gentle on me. <3 There will be 2 Parts to this fic if the demand is there.

"Are we there yet?" Robin whined from the back of Steve's car, repeating the same question she'd asked ten minutes earlier. Frustration having set in about an hour ago when Eddie had fallen asleep and decided to use her shoulder as a pillow. You couldn't exactly blame her for being pissed off, the journey had felt long and drawn out and the current heat wave definitely wasn’t helping the current situation, with irritated sighs and huffs being echoed over Eddie’s loud snoring.

"Relax, Robs, we're almost there." Steve promised his friend through the rear view mirror. "Right?" He asked, squeezing your thigh for reassurance in the passenger seat beside him, begging you to say yes either way so Robin would quit bugging him. You flinched at the sudden feeling of Steve’s warm hand on your skin, shifting just enough so that his hand fell from your leg. Your uncomfortable body language hadn't gone unnoticed by him, looking at you in utter confusion before turning his focus back to the open road again.

"Oh yeah, about a half hour and we should be at the motel." You muffled, scanning the map as your friend breathed a sigh of relief behind you. You had navigated the majority of the journey, swapping with Robin forty minutes in when it became clear she couldn't understand the directions, meaning you were left with no choice but to sit up front with Steve because Eddie had already smoked a joint by himself and couldn't be trusted to guide you to your required destination safely or on time.

He had won four Metallica tickets on some radio show contest a few days prior, pleading with his friend to drive you all to Ohio in his BMW so he could see his favourite band play live for the first time. It wasn't really Steve's kind of music but who was he to turn down a night away from Hawkins?

You had been friends with Steve and the others ever since he called to Dustin's a couple of years ago while you were babysitting at the Henderson household, blissfully unaware of the danger that surrounded Hawkins at the time. Their friendship had taken you a little bit by surprise at first but you had to admit, you found their bond totally adorable. Especially, when Steve would give Dustin advice about girls and how to do his hair and how they'd protect each other and now you too, every time the world went to shit. You really didn't expect to get mixed up in a world involving supernatural creatures when you said yes to a babysitting job, that was definitely not on the advertisement but now you'd do anything for that kid and the rest of the group to keep them safe.

Steve had been drawn to you from the very beginning, not at all prepared for a pretty girl to answer the door to him while he waited for the younger boy. He immediately recognised you from high school, knowing it definitely wasn't the first time you had caught his attention.

"Oh hey, sorry, I didn't know Henderson had a sister." He muttered innocently, sliding his hands in to his pockets as you leaned against the doorframe wearing a plaid skirt and woolen cardigan.

"Pfft he wishes...I'm just his favourite babysitter or at least I'm the only one crazy enough to look after him.” You joked as Steve let out a small chuckle. “So, what are you doing here anyway ‘King Steve’? Mrs Henderson didn’t mention Dustin having a play date tonight.” You teased, folding your arms as Steve pressed his tongue to his cheek, a little taken aback by your wit. "Well, if Mrs Henderson had told me Dustin had such a pretty babysitter, I might have come play more often." He flirted, enjoying the back and forth between you, completely forgetting the reason he had called to Dustin's in the first place.

“Dude, that's my babysitter and she's awesome so don't even think about trying any shit with her!" Dustin had warned his older friend, seeing the lust in Steve's eyes as you walked away to let them talk.

Of course you liked Steve, he was gorgeous and sweet and he wasn't the stuck up asshole you'd remembered from high school. But, you knew that he was still getting over Nancy and you wouldn't be anyones rebound girl. So, you started occupying your time with Billy Hargrove to get over your little crush on Steve and it wasn't long until he became your boyfriend. You actually liked Billy, saw parts of him that no one else had but your friendship with Steve complicated things between you from the beginning. Cause, every time Billy did something to hurt you or piss you off, it was Steve you turned to for comfort, leading to fist fights between the two boys and you caught in the middle.

Billy hated that you were so close with his biggest rival, he hated that the other boy knew so much about you and your relationship and he hated knowing that your feelings for Steve went way past platonic, even if you hadn't realised it yet. So, when he eventually made you choose between your friendship with Steve and your relationship with him, Billy wasn't all that surprised when you chose Steve. Not that you ever told your friend he was the reason for the break up.

Over the next few years, you and Steve had gotten even closer, spending more time in his house than your own because he hated being there by himself and you didn't want to go home either. Your Mother had long passed away and your Father was a drunk. It was one of the many things you had in common, both of you having shitty parents and it was nice to have someone who understood how you were feeling. But lately, you had taken a step back from him, deciding to stay at Robin's house instead until you had enough money for a place of your own, because Billy Hargrove had been right all along, you were in love with your best friend and you were fucking terrified of him finding out.

It wasn’t supposed to happen, you certainly didn't want it to happen, it was so cliche that it made you physically nauseous, but thinking you had lost Steve when he disappeared under the water that night on the lake was all it took for you to realise just how much he really meant to you. Now you didn't know to act around your friend, not wanting to give him the slightest inkling of your current feelings towards him. You hated the way your stomach would flip when he'd smile at you, cheeks heating when he’d compliment you and the way you'd almost forget to breathe when he leaned in to kiss your cheek after picking you up from work, it was truly tragic. But to make matters worse, Robin had let slip that Steve was back on the dating scene again and you were just a tiny bit jealous and a little pissed off that he had failed to mention that detail to you personally when you spent so much time with him.

The sun was bright, high in the sky, heat taking over the BMW before you rolled the window down, welcoming the instant breeze as you pulled your sunglasses from the top of your head back over your eyes. Steve was immediately hypnotised by the scent of your shampoo and perfume as your hair blew in the wind. He tried to stay focused on the road in front of him but you were making it incredibly difficult in your low cut crop top and tiny denim shorts, hanging the top half of your body out the window for air. He was sure he almost drooled at the small sight of your laced bra that threatened to unveil itself if you shuffled in your seat much more.

Steve silently wondered what had been going on with you lately, you had become so distant and he was worried that he'd done something to upset you, said something stupid, but he couldn't think of anything. You didn't stay with him anymore, you flinched when he'd touch you and now, you barely even looked at him. Whatever was going on with you, he needed to find out soon, because it was driving him crazy.

"You ok over there, Dingus?" Robin teased, elbow leaning on the back of the drivers seat, catching Steve gazing at you. She was sure that you and Steve belonged together but you refused to let her know the full extent of your feelings because as much as you loved Robin, you didn't trust her not accidentally spill the beans to Steve.

“Uh yeah, m’fine.” He swallowed, relieved you hadn’t caught him staring as you rolled the window up again. He knew he shouldn't have been looking at you like that, you were his best friend for christ sake and he was sort of dating someone now, but he just couldn't help himself, not when it came to you. He never could.

“Eyes on the road, Romeo.” Robin whispered, pinching his cheek as he swotted her hand away, focusing back on the road again.

Thirty minutes later and you had arrived at the motel you’d be spending the night in, climbing in to the backseat, shaking Eddie to wake him from his slumber as Robin and Steve went to check in.

“Wake up sleeping beauty, we’re here.” You announced as he stretched out, yawning loudly.

“Oh man, why’d you wake me up, I was having such a good dream. You and Nance were giving me a—"

“I’m begging you not to finish that sentence, Munson.” You pleaded, placing a hand over his mouth.

“Hey, I’m a guy. I can’t help that I dream about my hot friends.” He defended as you got back out of the car while he followed suit.

“That doesn’t mean you have to tell me about it though.” You shuddered as he let out a laugh. “So, you finally gonna bunk up with Harrington tonight, put the rest of us out of our misery?” He grinned, pulling a little worn box out of his pocket, lighting up a cigarette.

“Nope. I’m sharing with Robin, you’re bunking with Steve.” You replied, rummaging in the trunk for your duffel bag, not really wanting to talk about Steve.

"We could swap if you wa-"

"I’m good with Robin." You interrupted, as he picked up on the irritated tone in your voice. "What's going on with you two lately?" Eddie questioned.

"Nothing." You shrugged, swinging your bag over your shoulder, Eddie looking at you, completely unconvinced by the answer you had given him. "Total bullshit."

"There's nothing going on, Eddie." You repeated.

"Did you guys finally do it or something? Is that why you aren't staying at his house anymore?" He asked as you let out a sarcastic laugh.

"No, we didn't 'do it'..….how did you even know I haven't been staying at Steve's?” You quizzed, Eddie offering you a drag of his cigarette, leaning against the Beamer. “He told me. Asked me if I knew what was going on with you, told him if he didn't know, there was no way I would."

“Rob said he’s been going on a couple of dates recently, I figured me sleeping in the next bedroom might be a bit of a mood killer." You revealed, exhaling the cigarette smoke as Eddie grinned at you. “Ah, so the issue is he's not doing you?" He joked as you rolled your eyes.

"That's not the issue, Eddie, there is no issue!" You lied, handing Eddie back what was left of his cigarette as he chuckled at your frustration.

“If you say so princess."

—

"So are you ever going to tell that girl how you feel or are you happy drooling at her from her a distance for the rest of your life?" Robin questioned Steve at the check in desk while he tried to shush her.

"Jesus Robin, will you stop with that shit? We're just friends, alright?" Steve declared, leaning heavily on the counter.

"No dingus, we're just friends, you don't look at your friends the way you look at her, there's a difference." She stated as Steve looked out the window, back to where you and Eddie were still talking outside in the parking lot. Seeing you two laughing outside stirred up a hint of jealousy in him because it should have been him you were laughing with, not Eddie. Steve was supposed to be your best friend and it was killing him that you were treating him like a total stranger.

"I don't even know why you're dating other chicks, you've got the perfect girl right out there." Robin pointed, as Steve let out a frustrated breath.

"m'not dating ‘other chicks’ Robin, just one ch...girl, Tracy, remember?" He asked as Robin laughed. "Oh I remember, do you? Beause it didn't seem like you did when you were mentally undressing your best friend back in the car."

"I wasn't "mentally undressing" her!"

"You totally were though." She muttered under her breath.

"Robin, I swear to god, just drop it. I'm seeing Tracy now, please, just let it go." He begged as she finally decided to ease up on her friend, seeing the annoyance on his face. "Fine, but she was a real bitch in high school, y'know?"

"You thought everyone was a bitch in high school." Steve replied unamused at her response. "Not everyone." She argued, turning her head to where you were walking in with Eddie.

"Ok, here we go, we have one room reserved under a Miss Buckley and one reserved under a Mr. Munson is that correct?" The receptionist asked.

"Yes, Ma'am." Eddie replied with a cheesy grin, winking at the girl behind the desk.

"Great, your rooms are ready now. Here's your key Mr. Munson you're in room fourteen and Miss Buckley, you're in room sixteen, enjoy your stay." She smiled as you all gathered your things to head to your residence for the night.

"Fuck, there was something really hot about the way she kept calling me Mr. Munson." Eddie smirked as you walked towards the rooms.

"She was just being polite, you pervert." You muttered, shoving your friend playfully.

"Aww don't be jealous sweetheart, you're still my number one girl." He said throwing an arm around you.

"In your dreams, Munson." You fought back.

"You were." He teased, sticking his tongue out playfully. Steve walked ahead, finally finding the room he'd be sharing with Eddie, swiping the room key, pushing the old creaky door in with his shoulder.

"Oh you gotta be fucking kidding me!" Steve cursed, opening the door as you all entered to see what he was referring to.

“What’s the prob….oh.” Eddie sighed, finally noticing the lack of a second double bed.

"Aww, this is so romantic. All you need is some candles and rose petals and you’re all set.” Robin teased, earning a glare from both guys.

"S'not funny Robin, we’re not sharing a bed, go check your room and see what you’ve got.” He requested as Robin wandered off to see if your room had the same issue.

"Shit, I'm sure I asked for two beds dude." Eddie stated rubbing his neck as the other let out an irritated breath. "You had one job Munson..."

"We've got one double bed too." Robin revealed, swinging from the doorframe unbothered. Sharing a bed wasn’t an issue for either of you, you'd done it most weekends at Steve's anyway when Robin was too drunk to go home or when you stayed at hers.

"Alright I'll go back to the front desk and see if that hot little receptionist can help us out." Eddie grinned, heading for the door but you placed a hand on his chest to hold him back.

"Easy there lover boy, the sign said "No Vacancies", it's totally sold out." You explained, hearing Steve curse behind you.

"Looks like you guys are roomies then." Robin laughed as they both shook their heads in defiance.

"No, absolutely not." Steve refused.

"Agreed." The other boy reiterated.

"Are you guys really that immature? It's just one night." You explained, taking a seat on the end of the bed.

"Have you seen the size of Harrington's dick? I don't want that thing poking at me all night!" Eddie shrieked as Steve smirked smugly. Your eyes widened at the mention of your friends package, sending them straight to his dick. Your movement hadn’t gone unnoticed by Steve who was looking at you confidently, almost enjoying the fact he had caught you staring at him.

"So what do you suggest then?" Robin quizzed, getting bored of standing around, wanting to freshen up before the concert.

"Easy, I go with one of you lovely ladies and one of you stays here with ol' big dick." He proposed, nudging his head towards Steve who seemed more than happy with that arrangement.

"No way." You refused knowing you’d end up getting stuck with Steve.

"Why not?" Steve quizzed, folding his strong arms, almost looking insulted by how quick you shot down the suggested arrangement.

Because you're sleeping with someone that's not me...

"Why should Robin and I have to switch because you two aren't man enough to share a bed for a couple of hours?" You spat, directing the question towards your best friend.

"Because we're guys! It's different for girls..." Eddie interrupted before Steve had the chance to speak.

"Afraid you'll like it?" Robin teased.

"If it's that much of a problem, why don't one of you just sleep in the car." You suggest, earning a glare from Steve. "I fucking drove us here, m'not sleepin' in the damn car!" Steve answered back as you noticed him glaring at you, quickly picking up on his pissed off tone.

"Sleep on the floor then." You muttered.

"This is ridiculous, why are we still arguing?” Steve groaned, not understanding why you were so against sharing a bed with him. You had done it before so why was now such a big deal?

“You’re the one being ridiculous! It’s just somewhere to sleep for a few hours.” You replied getting more agitated each time Steve spoke.

“Guys please…” Robin begged, sensing the tension between you both starting to boil over.

“Oh I’m the one being ridiculous? That's rich...” Steve fired back.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean, Harrington?” You questioned, raising a brow at him, completely forgetting that Robin and Eddie were watching this encounter unfold between you.

“You know exactly what it means, sweetheart.” He challenged and suddenly, you knew he wasn't talking about the sleeping arrangements anymore.

"Ok children, let's just cut the shit shall we? Robin, you and I will take the other room and leave these lovebirds alone to fuck out this sexual tension before we all lose the will to live.” Eddie grinned, grabbing his bags, leading Robin out of the room as she whispered a "sorry" to you.

“Shut the fuck up, Munson.” Steve replied, glaring at the other boy as you took a mental note to murder the metal head at a later time.

"Hey, it's not like I'm saying anything you guys don’t already know. Why don’t you just save us all some time and get it over with huh? We'll meet you in the lobby in an hour.” Eddie replied, closing the door behind him, leaving you all alone with your best friend for the first time in a long time.

“Idiot.” Steve muttered, throwing his car keys on the nightstand, throwing himself on to the bed. "This is just fucking great..." You muttered under your breath, the awkward tension between you already suffocating the room along with the smell of stale cigarette smoke that seemed to be attached to all of the soft furnishings. You could feel Steve's eyes on you while you grabbed your bag and headed for the bathroom, knowing you needed to get away from him and give each other some much needed space after the heated exchange.

"Need to use the bathroom before I get ready?" You questioned, a hand resting on your hip as Steve barely acknowledged you, grabbing the remote to turn on the tv.

"Nope."

"Cool." You whispered, closing the door behind you, quickly turning on the shower so you could finally let out the tears you'd been trying desperately to hold back for so long.

You didn't know how to make things right with Steve. You thought you were protecting your friendship with him by keeping him at a distance until your feelings disappeared, but it seemed all you were really doing was making things much worse between you.

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SCREAM x Stranger Things

(Chapter 1 & 2; drop 1 of 7) +18

Harrington | Hargrove | Munson

Minor DNI

Billy Hargrove x OC

Steve Harrington x OC

Eddie Munson x OC

4.8 K

written with my beautiful wifey and bestie @voyeurmunson

dividers by @xxbimbobunnyxx

Warnings: Graphic violence/gore, SMUT, swearing, drinking, major character death, drug usage

Fingering, teasing, oral sex (female receiving), pet names

Chapter I - The Queen

10/18/2002 - Hawkins, Indiana...

Liquorwise

Chrissy Cunningham's POV:

"What do you want, Cunningham?" Jason breathes; glancing over your shoulder as you eye the liquor aisle.

"Malibu." He shudders in reply, giving you a side-eye. "You asked, Jase."

"Well, I'm gettin' beer." He slaps your ass before walking away, shooting you a wink.

Nothing... I feel nothing. I thought it would be different; the both of us being apart for so long, coming back together for the weekend. Some grand reunion of sorts. So far from reality. It's impossible to believe that Jason Carver could be a bigger dick than he already was... Maybe it's Greek life; maybe it's the newfound freedom, no longer under mommy and daddy's thumbs, allowing him to flourish to peak douchebaggery.

We'll see how this weekend goes. Maybe when I go back to Ohio I can just tell him this long-distance thing isn't for me. Find someone new... That wouldn't be the worst thing.

UV Blue or Malibu? How am I going to stuff this into my purse anyway? You look down into your handbag, assessing the space. "Just get a 375, babe," Carol sings, "they're behind the counter." She pulls you in for a side hug, resting her head on your shoulder. "Fuck. I missed you, Chriss. Have I said that enough?"

"I missed you too, babe," you sigh. "You smell good."

"Love Spell."

"Mmm," you hum. "I'm excited for you to come to Ohio State."

"Me too, Chriss. It's gonna be a blast. Roommates, baby. You're gonna hate me by the end of the year I can feel it."

"Impossible," you giggle.

"Carol. Where you at, baby?" Tommy meets her gaze, giving her a sweet smile. "I'm buyin'. C'mon." She struts away; brown curls bouncing as she shimmies her blue Juicy track pants a little lower on her hips; just a glimpse of her pink lace thong and a lower back tattoo.

You shake your head and smile, as you draw your purse closed. A few bottles clink, catching your attention.

Your heart skips as you see a familiar gaze, gaping at you through the line of colorful liquor bottles. Eddie Munson. Holy shit... You give him a soft smile; the phone vibrates a moment later.

He gives you a playful wink and a nod, solidifying the obvious; making your heart beat a little faster. I shouldn't look. He's like my kryptonite; a fuckin' magnet, pulling me in every time I'm back in Hawkins.

Jason and I were on a break last summer... Three days. Enough time for Eddie to swoop in, just for the night. I haven't forgotten it. I haven't had anything that good since. Eddie's, skilled fingers pleased me in ways I couldn't mimic... And trust me. I tried.

Why does he have to be so pretty?

He walks past the aisle, his body now visible throwing you off slightly; his normal Hellfire shirt and black Levi's exchanged for a tattered clown costume. "Fitting," Jason cuts; his jaw clenching as he looks at him. Eddie scoffs and chuckles, breathily; shaking his head as he steps to the counter.

Your eyes track him, hearing his conversation with the clerk. That voice... You feel a heat spread across your body. He points up to the shelf, getting a small bottle of Black Velvet whiskey and a pack of smokes to go with his case of PBR.

"Let's wait 'til the trash leaves," Jason grumbles, swathing his arms lazily around your waist.

"Why are you being such a dick, Jason? We aren't in High School anymore," you sigh, nudging your way out of his arms; walking toward the till.

You look out into the dim Hawkins evening, watching Eddie's face glow in the light of his flame, sucking his cigarette as he shuffles to his van. Where's his van? Damn... You purse your lips, drawing them to the side; holding back your little smile as you watch him mount his black motorcycle.

Maybe I should just see what he said?

You reach for your phone, snatching it from your pocket; stuffing it back inside as you feel Jason press up against you, handing over his beer and a wad of cash.

"Thanks, Jase," you whisper.

"Of course, princess."

You breathe deeply, fighting off the memories of those words leaving Eddie's lips. No use. You glance out into the parking lot, scouring for his bike; his spot, taken by another.

Why do I care?

I do care... A lot.

The four of you make your way to Jason's Jeep, Tommy and Carol climb in the backseat, immediately pawing at each other as you lean your head against the headrest, shutting your eyes.

I wonder where Eddie's going...

"What's wrong, babe?" Jason's voice shakes you from your thoughts.

"Nothing." You open your sights, smiling softly in his direction, doing your best to mask your feelings.

"Is this about Munson?"

"Seriously, Jason?" You groan; crossing your arms, gaze falling toward the window.

"Someone's jealous," Tommy taunts from the backseat, making Jason glare at him through the rearview mirror.

"Fuck you. I'm not jealous of some fuckin' super senior dressed as a clown," he hisses; his expression darkening as he challenges Tommy to mention him again.

"He graduated, dipshit. And, I heard he's packin'," Carol laughs as she smacks her gum obnoxiously. "This big," she gossips; holding out her hands in an attempt to show just how big the rumors suggested.

Not helping, Carol.

"Yeah... Sure." Jason scoffs in disbelief as Tommy pinches Carol's side playfully, making her squeal.

"Can we just talk about something else? Literally anything else," you snip, your tone coming out a little harsher than expected.

"But it's funny..." Tommy bullies; pushing Jason even further. "Carver bein' jealous of the freak and all..." You glance over and see Jason's face turning a deep shade of red; hands, digging into the steering wheel.

"You're a dick. And if anyone should be jealous, it should be you, Tommy. Shrimp dick Hagan? Isn't that right, Carol?" Jason winks back at her making you roll your eyes.

"I'm a grower, not a shower. And, you're neither. So..." Tommy snickers.

Jason slams on the brakes, propelling the duo forward; bodies smacking into the backs of your seats.

"Jesus fuck, Carver!" Tommy yelps. Jason chuckles to himself, loosening in his seat slightly.

"No fucking way!" Jason gripes as you fall in line, slowing to a crawl; a string of break lights glowing ahead, drifting into Jones Family Farm.

You glance out the window, excitement building as you see Eddie's motorcycle parked on the side of the gravel road. You watch as he steps off, plucking a cigarette from his carton; plopping it between his lips.

"There's the freak now," Jason burns. He honks his horn loudly, making Eddie jump. Eddie glares your way, eyes zeroing in on Jason; flipping him the bird. "What a joke," Jason clips, rolling his window down and sticking his head out as Eddie turns away, walking in the opposite direction.

"You followin' us, Munson?" Jason hollers, making Eddie stop in his tracks.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Eddie retorts; a cool smile on his lips, seemingly unbothered by Jason and his antics.

"Let's just have fun. Alright?" You sigh; eyes, begging Jason to drop it.

"You two are killin' the vibe," Carol mumbles. "Mostly you, Carver. You on your period or what?" She spits through a cruel laugh.

"You're pretty funny, baby," Tommy chuckles; leading her out of the car. The door slams shut behind them, leaving you and Jason behind.

His jaw coils, fingers threading around the steering wheel once more. He stares ahead, looking out into the crowd of people, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows harshly.

"You don't think I don't see the way you look at him, Chriss. I do... I always have."

"Munson?" You whisper, weakly. "Jase... He means nothing to me. He's just a friend. Only a friend. I wouldn't even call him that really."

"Promise?" He asks, hastily; his eyes softening as he looks at you.

"I promise..."

Jason nods; face, still pensive. You can tell he's completely unconvinced. It doesn't really matter... He knows that you'd never end up with Eddie regardless.

"I love you, Chrissy," he breathes.

"Love you," you push the words past your lips, giving him your best smile.

"Let's fuckin' go, Carver," Tommy calls out from the ticket line; his arms wrapped lazily around Carol's waist.

"You ready, baby?" Jason whispers.

"Ready, Jase." He swiftly steps out of the car, trotting around the front. Jason tugs the door open; helping you from your seat, weaving his fingers into yours. He draws them up to his lips, kissing the top. His blue eyes sparkle in the low lighting.

"You look beautiful by the way, Chriss," he coos.

"Thank you."

A cool autumn breeze swirls; leaves, crunching under your boots as you walk toward the gate. There's a mob of people gathered at the front, an absolute mess; clambering to the entry.

"Single-file line, people," Sheriff Hopper booms. "Single. File."

He ushers the crowd, herding the masses with his partner, Officer Jones. A familiar face pushes through the horde.

"Hargrove! How are you, man?"

"Carver," Billy answers, simply; his low gruff tone matching his appearance as he walks away, ambling through the parking lot toward his Camaro. He looks a mess; a dirt-stained Jones Farms sweatshirt and his tight Levis, hugging his muscular thighs. He adjusts his hat, turning it backward, the same logo on top; his sandy blonde mullet poking out the sides.

"Does Hargrove work here?" Jason asks, confusedly. "I thought he went to San Diego State?" Billy seals the deal, stuffing a pair of weathered work gloves into his back pocket.

"Maybe he took a gap year?" You shrug.

"A gap year when you have a full ride at a D1 school? Please... Be real, Chriss. He probably fucked up or something," he snickers. "Runs in the family I guess."

You hear his motor start up; Billy, quickly peels out, kicking up rocks as he races toward the exit, disappearing into the night.

"Damn... This place never changes. Does it?" Carol sighs, happily; giving you a smile as she draws your attention back to the group.

"It doesn't." You look out into the sea of people. "I love this place, Care."

"Me too. We've been comin' here for what, eight years now?"

"Damn... I guess," you chuckle. "We should share that apple cider thing... Do you remember?"

"Mmm... Please."

"You give 'em five dollars back, dingus!"

"You don't need the calculator, Robin. Give it to me," Steve grumbles.

"It's basic math, Harrington. You don't need a calculator." The two quarrel.

"We're going for speed and efficiency, Robin," he sasses; drawing out each word as he matches her stare, looking back at her in disgust. "Do you see this line?"

Robin takes two fingers, sliding the calculator over as she rolls her eyes away. "You are going to school for education... You sure about that, Harrington?"

"I just have to be smarter than a Kindergartener, Buckley." He gives her a little scowl, quickly double-checking his math; handing the couple their change.

"Two tickets."

"Please," you smile, sweetly; adding a little kindness to Jason's demand.

"Hey, Chrissy," Robin greets you, nudging Steve as well. He gives you that Hawkins famous smile, making Jason suck his teeth.

"This a class reunion or what?" Jason asks, condescendingly. "You guys doing anything these days or are you still hangin' out in Hawkins?"

"We go to ISU... Workin' here on the weekends during the fall," Steve adds; unappreciative of Jason's tones, taking one of his own. "Robin just gave you your tickets, Carver. You can probably go."

Jason chuckles, more at them than anything. "Losers," he puffs; not man enough to look Steve in the eye as he delivers his last little dig. Steve widens his gaze, holding back his laugh.

"Well, it was nice seeing you Chriss," he softens his tone; giving you a gentle smile.

"You too, Steve."

You eye the line of people; wrapped around the corner, seeing some familiar faces amongst the large group. No Eddie... I only saw him for a second and he's already completely taken over my thoughts.

"What's the policy on leaving this shithole? You girls wanna stand in line? Hagan and I can pop a few beers in the parking lot or something. This is horrendous," Jason complains as you come to a stop, taking your place at the back of the line.

"It'll be fun, babe," you try; nudging him softly with your shoulder, trying to lighten the mood.

"Sure," Jason grunts as he pops the beer bottle open with his class ring, shifting his attention to Tommy; lofting one at him as well. "We'll just get wasted in line then."

"Good idea, Carver," Tommy smiles.

You take the free moment to slip your phone out of your pocket, checking Eddie's text from earlier.

You blush as you read his compliment, shifting your phone away from Jason and the others as you contemplate whether to respond or not. You bite your lip lightly as you text a quick reply.

You glance over at Jason; completely lost in his own world, ignoring you entirely as he talks to Tommy about Phi Kappa Psi. Bitching about his new pledges. Your phone trembles in your pocket almost instantly.

Oh shit... You smile dizzily as your mind wanders back to a few months ago when you drunk-dialed Eddie, feeling the urge to tell him about the tiny tattoo you just got after one too many Jell-O shots.

Okay. Shit... What's the plan? I'll just go to the bathroom. Run into someone along the way. Nancy maybe? See him... Wait.

"Umm... I'm going to get that apple cider thing. Save my spot?" You ask, Carol. "Want one?" Your voice is softened; just loud enough for her to hear, letting Carol do the hard work for you if Jason asks where you went.

"Hell yeah. Thanks, Chriss. You're too good to me."

"Be right back," you beam.

You step away, bleeding quickly into the crowd; falling out of sight almost instantly. Alright... You look over at the concession line; packed as well. Perfect.

Fuck. This will buy me at least twenty minutes. Enough time to say 'hi' at least. Maybe give him a hug...

Who am I kidding? I know exactly what I want.

You can't help the excitement building in your chest as you push open the door of the small storage building. The heavy metal slams shut behind you, leaving you in complete darkness.

"Shit... Eddie?" You whisper.

"You came," his low voice hits your ears from somewhere in the shadows.

"Of course I did," you reply, sheepishly; stepping closer, following in the direction of his voice. Your arms reach out in front of you as your eyes struggle to adjust to the unlit room.

"Um... Eddie? I can't see anything," you laugh, lightly; coming to a standstill as your toe hits something hard on the floor.

"Oh shit. Sorry, sweetheart," he chuckles; reaching up, tugging the small chain hanging from the ceiling. The bulb flickers, crackling a few times before stalling to a dim yellow.

You glance around seeing costumes hanging all around you, creepy masks strung on the wall; a trunk full of weapons covered in blood, and a small vanity with stage makeup scattered messily across the old wooden top.

"So, this is where you work?" You turn your head back in his direction, seeing his warm brown eyes already on you, making your stomach flutter.

"Yeah, just a little side gig for fall. I get to dress up and scare the shit out of every fucker I hate in this town. So, it works for me." He shrugs his shoulders, a wolfish grin plastered on his face.

"How the hell do you make a clown costume look that good?" You giggle; taking in his ensemble. His toned chest is exposed slightly; a loose-fitting button-up draped on his frame, patches of red and black sewn on top of the raggedy white material.

"I ask myself that question all the time," he laughs, weakly as his cheeks blush. You adjust the ruffly black, collar around his neck. Your eyes drift up to his; Eddie's breath hitching as yours align. The light casts a golden glow over his perfect features, his eyes glinting wildly; that same untamed spark burning bright in his dark stare.

If only I could have him. I know he would be everything I wanted. The complete opposite of Jason; kind and funny. And, so fucking hot. Eddie would treat me like a princess.

But I can't. I could never be with Eddie. Not like that.

He steps closer to you, his eyes roaming your body slowly as he takes in each curve.

"You look beautiful, Chriss," he whispers, using the same words Jason said earlier. It meant nothing when it came from his mouth; but, hearing the words fall from Eddie's lips made your body tingle all over.

Your eyes shut, as his fingers begin to trace up your arm lightly. He leans in close; lips, meeting your ear as his fingers switch direction, making their way back down your arm, stopping at the hem of your skirt.

"Eddie, wait..."

His eyes flick to yours, one hand still resting on your thigh.

"My tattoo... it's here," you whisper; unzipping the front of your denim skirt, pulling the fabric down enough to reveal the small butterfly peeking out from beneath the lace of your light pink panties.

A smile spreads on his lips as he leans down just a bit, tracing his thumb over the ink, sending warmth across your body.

"Chrissy Cunningham with a tattoo? Now I've seen it all..." He hums as he drops to his knees, looking up at you with a hunger in his eyes. "You're a bad girl, sweetheart. Aren't you?"

"Only for you, Eddie." You surprise yourself as the words flee your lips. You couldn't help it. Every part of you craving more from him. Wanting to know what it would be like to be with him fully. Just one time.

"Only for me?" He mumbles, lustfully; leaning closer, pressing his lips to the small tattoo, his tongue skims along your skin, causing your knees to buckle slightly. A dark chuckle leaves his lips.

"Y-Yes," you stutter as he grips the hem of your skirt, pushing it up above your waist.

"Did you miss me, Chrissy?" He murmurs; hands slipping in between your thighs, separating them slightly.

"Of course, Eddie. You're my friend," you sigh, coyly; looking down at his mess of curls as he guides your legs even further apart. Eddie snickers at your reply, his fingertips gradually inching up your inner thigh agonizingly slow.

"Just a friend?" He asks just as his fingers reach your warmth, causing you to inhale sharply. He adds a bit of pressure, teasing you through the thin material of your tights.

"You know I'm with Jason, Eds. We can't be more than friends," you whisper, breathily; the contact with him making you feel lightheaded.

"Really good friends?" He flirts as his fingers begin making small circles over your clit, causing your lashes to flutter.

"Really, really good friends, Eddie," you pant; pussy aching for his skin on yours.

"Chrissy?" Eddie mutters as his eyes flick back up toward you.

"Yes, Eds?"

"If you want me to stop, you need to say it now," he burns, his tone dark and delicious.

You shake your head adamantly. "Fuck, Eddie. Don't stop," you plead.

A wicked smirk appears on his beautiful face as he takes your tights in between his fingers, ripping the material slightly, leaving your panties the only thing keeping him from you.

"Eddie, please..." You whimper; feeling his warm breath against your soaked panties. He slips the damp lace to the side making you moan.

"Shh, baby. Don't worry. I'm gonna take care of you. But I wanna take my time," Eddie rasps, leaning closer, bringing his lips to your inner thigh.

"Don't you have to go to wo-" He silences you with his fingers brushing across your dripping slit, just enough pressure to drive you crazy, your pussy throbbing intensely. "Eddie," you whine.

"You want something, baby girl?" He continues gliding gently across your lips, your frustration growing with every second. I know he can be rough with me... I remember it vividly. Just fucking do it, Eddie.

"Please touch me."

"What about your boyfriend?" Eddie chuckles, devilishly; his finger continuing to torture your bud.

"I-I want you, Eddie," you admit, softly; cheeks flushing at the mention of Jason.

"Want me?" He questions as his digits begin a circular motion, toiling around your clit; making you whimper.

"Need you... Eddie, I need you!"

Eddie's eyes darken at your pathetic response, a delicious smirk pulling on his lips.

"Good answer, sweetheart." You let out a soft cry as he finally slips a thick finger into your warmth, the evidence of your excitement clear as Eddie glides in easily.

"Fuck, baby. How do you think Carver would feel knowing his girl is this wet for The Freak? Hmm?" Eddie digs, plunging his finger deeper into your soaked pussy making you gasp.

Your phone buzzes in your jacket pocket making Eddie pause momentarily.

"Speak of the devil..." He grumbles but you ignore him, reaching down; gripping his arm.

You tug on Eddie's wrist, regaining his attention. He follows your unspoken demand, slowly sinking his fingers back into your cunt. You wince slightly as he adds another; but, the pain adds to the pleasure that you're already so addicted.

"Shit... You gonna let me have you later, Cunningham?" He groans as you both listen to the sound of your slick.

"Faster," you cry.

Eddie hooks an arm around your waist, forcing you to remain at his pace, decreasing his speed instead as his eyes focus on watching your essence coat his fingers.

Fuck, he knows me better than I do.

He curls his fingers, rolling them in and out; in and out, each thrust making the knot in your stomach build. You clasp his shoulders tightly as you begin to rock your hips just a bit, making his digits sink knuckle-deep.

"Yes... I'm almost - Fuck, Eddie. I'm almost there," you whimper.

"Already?" Eddie smiles; gripping your thigh, slinging it over his shoulder before locking down on your clit, sucking and flicking; with enough tension to make you scream.

"Just... Just like that," you praise, breathily. Cradling his head in your hands, pulling him in closer as you pulse around his fingers.

He replaces his mouth with his thumb, smiling up at you; watching you carefully, pleasing you to the last possible moment. Letting up slightly when you soften around him.

"That was fuckin' beautiful, Chriss... Shit. You want more, darlin'?" He rasps.

"Please..."

"So fuckin' polite," he chuckles. Your phone buzzes again. "Someone really wants to get a hold of you, baby. You should probably take that. Yeah?" He says, calmly; a small grin on his face.

"No, I don't think-"

"Take. It." He demands, cutting you short.

"Eddie..."

"I won't make a sound. Scouts honor." He winks up at you, making you smile.

"Promise?"

"I swear."

You pull the phone from your pocket, seeing Jason's name on the screen; hurriedly bringing it to your ear. "Hey, Jase."

"Where are you? You've been gone forever." His voice crackles through the phone; cell service, weakened in the shed.

"Sorry, I ran-" You stop suddenly as you feel Eddie's fingers enter you again.

Shit.

"Chriss? You there?"

"Mhmm.. Sorry. I was just saying I ran into Nancy." You push the words out, doing your best to remain calm as Eddie curls his digits again, stroking across your g spot.

"Wheeler?"

"Mmm... Mhmm."

"Well, you haven't missed much. The line's still backed up a mile. Tell Nance I say 'hey'," he continues, completely oblivious to the pleasure felt on the other end of the line.

"Yeah. Of course. I gotta... Oh!" You gasp as Eddie's tongue flashes across your clit; fumbling your device as you struggle to hang up the phone. CLICK. "Fuck!" You rake your nails through Eddie's curls, tugging them in frustration; causing him to moan. "You said you'd be quiet," you huff, lightly; glaring down at him.

He chuckles playfully, an adorable grin plastered on his kiss-swollen lips. "I said I wouldn't make a sound. I didn't say anything about you, Chriss."

"You're impossible, Eds," you sough, reaching down and running your thumb over his plump bottom lip.

"Sorry 'bout your tights," he sighs; not sorry in the slightest as his calloused finger greets your inner thigh, right along the tear. He leans in slowly kissing your skin; eyes, locked on yours.

"You're not..."

"Fuck. You're right," he chuckles, breathily; quickly burying his face between your thighs.

You moan as he begins to pick up speed. The forceful thrusts of his hand are audible as his palm smacks against your pussy, his fingers slamming deep inside over and over again.

Your sounds crescendo, praise; pouring from your lips as your cunt clenches around his ringed fingers. Eddie knows you're close, adding his thumb as well, rubbing side to side; making your thighs quake.

"Fuck, Eddie!"

"Don't cum until I say," he orders.

"But I-"

"God, you're so wet," he cuts in; watching in adoration as his fingers pound into you. "The Queen of Hawkins screaming my name. Begging me to let her cum. And, I've gotten to hear it twice. " he chuckles, laboriously. "Fuck, Chriss. It's a dream come true."

Your back begins to arch suddenly, causing you to stumble backward; hitting the wall. Eddie doesn't stop; fingers working at an insane pace making you squeal.

"I'm so close... Eddie. I can't..." You mumble, drunkenly; feeling a pleasure you've never felt before. He's so rough; but, so tender at the same time; his hands, like magic as he hits all the right spots, driving you wild.

"Has Jason ever made you cum, sweetheart?" He matches your gaze with his dark, hooded eyes; a look on his face telling you he already knows the answer. He raises an eyebrow, slowing his pace slightly; threatening to stop.

"No..." You answer, feebly.

He lets out a gravelly laugh, rolling his eyes. "Thought so."

"Please let me cum, baby," you cry as your eyes struggle to remain open.

"Baby? Well, fuck me..." He moans. "I could get used to that."

"Shit," you hiss.

"Look at me." Your gaze locks on his; Eddie's brown eyes blown with lust. "So Jason's never made you feel this good?" Eddie taunts.

"Eddie..." You breathe.

"Has he?" In a twisted way, his words push you even closer to your breaking point. "Tell me who makes you feel good, sweetheart," he hums, lustfully. You glance down, keeping your eyes set on his as you fight against your orgasm, your body nearly betraying you with every rut.

"You do, Eddie. You do," you moan.

"That's right, sweetheart... Mmm... Cum for me, Princess," he drawls; watching as you fall apart. Your pussy clamps down around his fingers, spasming again and again as your mouth falls slack.

"Eddie," his name flows, languidly from your lips as your head falls back. He doesn't stop, continuing to fuck into you as you ride the waves of your orgasm. "Oh, s-shit..." You look between your thighs, watching as you soak his hand.

"Good girl. Good fuckin' girl," Eddie grunts; his lips parted, taking pleasure in your own.

He slowly removes his digits, making you gasp; drawing his middle and pointer fingers to his rosy lips, tasting you slowly. "So fuckin' sweet," he whispers; looming over you before kissing your forehead.

His lips move from your cheek onto your neck, brushing gently along your skin as your breathing slows.

"Eddie, kiss me." The urgency in your breathy tone is undeniable. "We're running out of time."

You can feel him smile against your neck before his soft lips meet your skin again. Eddie's kisses are gentle and warm, dismissing your requests yet again as he maintains his cadence, moving along your jaw, finally landing on your lips.

"I said 'I wanted to take my time', Chriss."

His lips capture yours in a passionate kiss. You cling to the tattered material of his costume, gripping the fabric; pulling him closer as your tongues roll together. The two of you pant into your kiss as Eddie pins you against the cool wooden wall.

"I want you, Eds. Please," you mumble against his lips as your hand wanders down, groping his clothed cock, groaning desperately as you feel his size. "Let me make you feel good. Please."

Eddie pulls away, making your eyes narrow in confusion.

"Not now. Tonight. I'm coming over."

"B-But we have time," you whisper, needily; as you stroke him through his slacks, pulling a deep moan from Eddie. "Jason said the line was super long and-" He reaches out, gripping your jaw in his hand, demanding your attention.

"I'm in charge, Chrissy."

You suck in a breath; surprised by his tone, making it that much harder to wait.

"Fuck, Eddie. You're in charge."

A smile spreads across his lips, as his eyes look down at yours.

"Tonight?" You whisper Eddie's captivating eyes flick up to yours, drawing you in deeper.

"Tonight, sweetheart."

Chapter II - The Last Laugh

Chrissy Cunningham's POV:

"Nothin' like waiting an hour in line," Jason scoffs. "This better be good."

"Stop being such a bitch, Carver," Carol sighs as she takes Tommy's hand, stepping into the wagon.

"Should we go in the back?" Jason asks.

"Mhmm," you smile. "It's the best place to sit."

The tractor fires up, rattling the buggy as your excitement starts to build. Jason wraps his arm around your waist, towing you closer. He buries himself in your neck, kissing you softly before drawing back.

"New perfume?"

You give him a little smile and a nod, trying your best to remain calm. Jason, so clearly picking up hints of Eddie's cologne. You grab the fabric, giving it a smell yourself, taking him in. I didn't think I missed him this much.

"Love Spell," you smile.

"Welcome to Jones Family Farm. You are about to embark on the Cursed Grounds Hayride and Haunted House. Please make sure you remain in the wagon and keep your arms and legs inside at all times. Please do not touch our Scare Actors and Actresses," the tractor driver shouts over his motor before stepping on the gas.

You're pulled forward as the ride begins, conversation and excitement brewing around you. "Oh, and the hayride is fifteen minutes in length. If there is a medical emergency, please tell me, and we'll get you some assistance. We will end at the Cursed Grounds Haunted House. Once you go through the haunted house, you will exit at the Jones Family Farm Gift Shop. Thank you for coming out and spending your evening with us. And enjoy the ride."

Jason turns toward you, the warmth of his whisper hitting your chilled skin. "Are you comin' over tonight?"

"I don't think I can, Jase... I have to be at the airport by 4 a.m."

"Well, shit," he huffs. "Maybe I can sneak in." His hand glides between your thighs, dangerously close to the tear.

"Yeah. Can we talk about it later?"

Jason furrows his brows, looking back at you confusedly. "Are we okay? Why don't you wanna hang out with me," he asks, defensively.

"I do," you assure. "It's already 10. And, I can't really do anything... Or, at least you wouldn't want to," you lie.

His eyes widen, as he puts the pieces together, wincing slightly in disgust. "Yeah, Chriss. Get some sleep," he chuckles.

Unbelievable. You can't help but roll your eyes. The simple mention of period sex and he's off my ass... What a man. Eddie wouldn't care. We'd probably take a shower together... A little smirk plays on your lips as you daydream about the thought of it; Eddie's tight body and deep brown curls glistening with water. He'd show me his tattoos... BUZZ.

You feel your phone vibrate in your pocket, instantly giving you the butterflies. Pulling it out you eye the message, sneaking a peek.

Feedback crackles through the speakers; a low, ominous voice setting the scene as the wagon crawls slowly toward the woods.

"If you've made it this far, welcome. You surely won't return," the voice laughs, viciously. You smile even brighter hearing the spiel you've heard more than a dozen times. Carol looks over at you, reciting the words. "These woods were once a beautiful place. A place of gathering and new life. Now, for most, the end of the line. A dark curse was placed on these grounds. Every October, evil runs free; ghosts, ghouls, and horrific creatures of all kinds take refuge in these woods. If you pass these trees, you are venturing onto cursed grounds. Run while you can." The audio cuts away.

You pass the threshold between the field and the woods. The dull music playing from afar now surrounds you on all sides, competing with the roar of the tractor. Little lights strung from the trees carve out a path in the woods, giving you just enough light to see the route in front of you.

Your heart beats a little faster as you wait for the first scare. Sure, there are little stops along; a different dreadful theme each time; but, there are always people hiding, lurking about, trying their best to make you scream.

"Fuck!" You squeak; falling into Jason slightly as the first monster appears; a werewolf with piercing yellow eyes, in a threadbare flannel shirt. He snarls, his mask allowing him to move his jaw and bear teeth as he swipes his large paw before falling back into the woods.

You giggle nervously, situating yourself on the hay-padded seat again; peering out into the timber to see if there's anyone else waiting for a fright. It's extremely dark, the dense forest blending together making it impossible to see anything else.

Your attention shifts to the tune swelling ahead, building as you move closer; the Halloween theme, simple and haunting. The tractor wads to a stop, cutting off the engine.

There's a white façade of a home, all the lights lit brightly. The wind billows the yellow cotton curtains; peaceful for a moment. Your stomach sinks as you hear a blood-curdling scream coming from inside. All eyes turn to the top floor, watching as Michael stabs his victim again and again.

Moments later he kicks open the door; standing in the frame as smoke pours out from behind him. The tractor starts again, dragging the wagon down the path as he descends the stairs slowly, stalking your party.

"Shit," you hiss; hiding behind your hands, caught off-guard by the shrieking of a nun. Her red bloody eyes stare deeply into yours. She draws out a large crucifix, sharpened at the end; driving it into a hay bale, close enough to a guest to make her cry before fleeing back into the woods.

The next melody plays ahead; a haunted circus. Eddie... You fluff your hair and move yourself a little further away from Jason as the tractor hauls you closer. You pass under the sign Last Laugh Circus lit colorfully overhead; a few bulbs flickering out.

There's a rickety carousel with four horses, creaking as it turns slowly. The four clowns' heads shift gradually, following your cart as you drive by. One slides the blade of her bloody knife along the handlebar, sounding like nails on a chalkboard.

A haunted ringmaster runs out of the tattered circus tent, face painted in fury. "Don't let them get away!" She bellows; her voice, echoing through the night. The clowns leap from the ride, scaling the wooden sides; pulling on guests.

You feel two strong hands wrap around your throat, making you draw a breath; feeling the familiar chill against your skin, just enough pressure to let you know who has you in their clutches. "Hi, Sweetheart," he whispers, setting all your nerves ablaze.

"Fuck off, man!" Jason plows him off. Eddie doesn't miss a beat; stepping down from the cart lazily as he slips his hand into his pocket; phone glowing brightly, quickly shoving it back in his pocket.

Buzz.

You feel your phone vibrate yet again.

"Prick," Jason grumbles. Crossing his arms tightly across his chest. "What the fuck was that?" He scoffs. "Do they always get to touch you like that? We should say something?"

"Jase, stop," you grumble. "They always do that stuff." He rolls his eyes away, looking dead ahead.

"Pretty sure that was Munson. Jackass... He always wears those stupid fuckin' rings. Who the fuck does he think he is anyway?" He pouts.

"I don't think it was him... Will you stop? Why are you ruining this, Jase?"

"Sorry, Chriss," he draws breath; weaving his fingers into yours, giving your hand a tight squeeze. "I'm not jealous at all... Just want to make that crystal fuckin' clear."

Sure. "Mhmm," you smile; giving him a little nod. Jason looks away, staring into the wood; playing guard dog in case Eddie tries anything else. Not jealous at all...

You sneak a peek at your phone.

Jesus Christ...

Dreamlike music blares over the speakers; a thick fog rolling all around. "Maybe I can still come over tonight. Cuddle or something?" Jason asks.

"What?" You reply; evading his question. "I can't hear," you mouth; quickly swerving his further advances.

There's a teen girl with golden blonde hair and a white silk nightgown, tucked into her flouncy pink bedding. The lights around her shift from white to red, the music changing along with it as she drifts into a nightmare.

You see a gloved hand reaching up from behind the wooden headboard; five razors at the tip of each finger. Freddy Krueger.

His hands wrap around the frame, peering over maniacally. Freddy slashes across the comforter, making the girl scream in terror.

Monsters of all kinds come out from underneath the bed, sprinting toward the cart. Ghosts and ghouls, demons and zombies. A chainsaw buzzes; thundering in your chest. He thrusts his saw forward, making you fall back in your seat. Carol hugs you tight, tucking her face into your chest as she screams.

"Uh oh," Tommy laughs.

You look over at Jason; watching as an actor draws his blade; grabbing a fist full of Jason's hair before running the knife along his neck. The three of you scream and laugh; looking around for the rest of the monsters.

"Chr-" Jason lets out a gurgly noise. You glance back at him, matching his wide eyes; stomach twisting as you see the horror on his face. A set of hands take a grip on the shoulders of his letter jacket, ripping him from the cart, and onto the ground.

"Jason!" You yelp; diving over to the edge, looking down into the thick pool of smoke. The fog is too dense to make out anything on the floor.

There's no fucking way he would be playing along with any of this.

"Stop!" You scream. The rest of the wagon looks back at you, returning their attention to the terror around them as you look down into the mass of vapor. "Jason? Jason!"

"Jason, come on. This isn't funny anymore." Tommy shouts, standing up in the cart; looking over your shoulder onto the ground; aiming to get a better view.

"Ugh... Fucking Carver. Always gotta be the center of attention," Carol snips, glancing down at her perfectly polished nails.

The ghoul surfaces from the fog, drawing the knife above his head. He stabs into the earth again and again. Blood flicks from his blade, splattering his white-faced mask.

"Hey fucktard, let him up!" Tommy booms at the actor, causing his head to whip around; white mask, glowing. A set of eyes glare at you; pupils too dilated to make out a hue.

You watch carefully as he stands up, wielding the knife in his fist. Blood drips as he dangles it by his side.

You start to feel your panic set in.

"It's just part of the act. Tommy's right. Jason is just trying to add a little extra flair... Right? RIGHT!"

"Show's over, come on man." Tommy grunts. The ghoul stands staring at Tommy for a moment before turning in your direction, the silver knife glinting under the moon.

He drives it into the person next to you, the tip of that same blade; peeking out of the chest of the old man's flannel shirt. Blood drips thick, the knife pulling back slowly.

His wife is frozen in fear; the rest of the guests screaming in horror, fleeing the wagon in every direction.

A single word flies from Tommy's lips, booming into the night.

" Run !"

Your eyes cut to Tommy then back to the killer, watching as he twirls the knife in his fingers.

"Jason!" You scream one more time, your mind refusing to accept the reality of the situation as Carol pulls you back. "We can't just leave him. He can't be dead. We can't see him, Tommy! We can't just-"

"Chrissy, c'mon," Tommy begs; grabbing Carol's arm, jerking her away. The two of them flee; leaving you behind.

"Wait!" You tear through the woods, following close behind; feeling the mud squish beneath your Uggs as you race towards the exit. Sticks fracture beneath you; branches whipping you as you run as fast as your feet will go.

People and actors sprint by, some still in their costumes; making it that much harder to determine who's who.

The only way out is through the woods or the haunted house. The woods lead to the parking lot. The haunted house leads to the gift shop; police, people... The nature of it posing risks all of its own.

The woods... There's not even a gate. We can run right to the Jeep. Your lungs burn as you run harder and faster than you ever have, trying your best to keep up with Tommy and Carol.

"Wait... No!" You scream as they head toward the haunted house. "Shouldn't we go through the woods?"

"No!" Tommy spits. "Are you serious? There's no one over there, Chrissy. Look at all those fucking people." He points to the clearing in the cornfield. The haunted house shone brightly in the distance, littered with people. He grabs Carol's hand, tugging her again as she looks back at you; tears glossing her cheeks.

"I love you, Chriss. I'm sorry," she blubbers.

People are still running through the woods to the parking lot, not enough... Only a few people actually know what happened. Your body trembles, lip quivering as you try your best to think of the right choice. They're right... Look at all those people. I don't want to be alone.

You hear an ominous laugh coming from behind you making your stomach sink; turning quickly you look out into the woods.

Emptiness... Darkness...

"Carol!" You call out. She stops in her tracks, fighting against Tommy as he continues to pull her to safety. "Wait! Please."

"Keep going!" Tommy grunts.

"Stop, Tommy. Fuck!" Carol hisses; the two waiting just until you are in arm's reach before taking off again.

The world around you lightens as you run closer and closer to security.

The three of you press into the crowd. Screams echo around you, bodies pushing and shoving a mix of people aware and unaware of the slayings; some enjoying the night, some attempting to escape the nightmare behind them.

Your foot slips out from beneath you, plunging you face-first into the crowd, tasting the dirt in your mouth as you scramble to get back on your feet. You watch helplessly as the two pass through the door without you.

"Carol!" You shriek at the top of your lungs. No. No. No! They're already gone. Tears flood your cheeks as you sprint toward the building; shouldering your way through the crowd, stumbling through the door.

Your usual fright of the haunted house is completely overshadowed by the very real threat following behind you.

"Chrissy..." A chilling voice comes from someplace close. Too fucking close.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you cross the entry into the house. Strobe lights instantly blind you. A thick fog hangs heavy in the air as your eyes dart around the room. You hear creepy music playing as you spin about, frantically searching for someone, anyone.

"Help! Somebody help me!" You wail into the void as you misstep across the wooden floor. A track of high-pitched screams and cries plays along with the music, filling the air as you rush to make it through the smoke-filled room.

Your vision is blurred by the murky fog, impeding your visibility. You run your fingers along the wall, scouring for a way out; feeling your heart nearly bursting out of your chest as you finally reach the doorframe.

Shit. It's a tight squeeze, your claustrophobia at an all-time high as the dim hallway appears to shrink with every step you take.

"Fuck!" you wail as a skeleton drops from the rafters, dangling in front of you. You plow through the bones, shoving them to the side as you take off running once again. "Carol! Tommy!"

You hear laughter ahead along with a few screams; innocent screams. You can tell it's not the soundtrack, they're real. Yes.

You bound toward them, snaking through the maze; dodging ghouls and monsters, as they grab and swipe at you.

"Help! Please help me!" You plead. The tween girls hoot and laugh; scampering in the wrong direction. No. You race ahead, following the glowing arrows to the exit.

"Chrissy..." You hear the voice again, just as your feet land on a softer material.

Shit. Your feet begin to fall into the ground, as the quicksand floor pulls you in, usually one of your favorite parts now slowing you down; practically hand-feeding you to the killer.

"Carol! Tommy... Please," you weep as you work against the odds; your feet sludging on, calling out for your friend.

"Poor thing..."

Your body freezes completely as you feel the hot breath against your neck. Your throat constricts, robbing your lungs of oxygen.

You feel him behind you, the cool plastic of the mask nudged against your cheek; chest, butted up against your back.

"P-Please don't hurt me," you stammer.

"I'm not gonna hurt you. I just wanna play a game," the masked man taunts in a mechanical voice.

"What? What game?" you sob; your breathing coming out in small spurts as your lungs reach for air.

"Ever heard of cat and mouse, Chrissy?" He proceeds in a sinister tone. You feel the tip of his blade press into your lower back, nicking your skin; hissing out a cry.

"Yes," you whimper as you feel a warm trail of blood run down your skin.

"Run little mouse," he growls; shoving you across the last few feet of the floor, your hands hit solid ground allowing you to stand up.

A new room opens in front of you. A body lies in an old casket in the corner of the room, swaddled in a ragged cloth; a few dolls, positioned on a shelf on the wall, motorized devices making their heads turn, following your every move.

You scramble to the opposite side, lying low, ducking behind a tall hooded figure, attempting to keep your breathing silent as your chest heaves violently. You hear his footsteps enter the space, stomping across the floor, heading in the direction of the exit. He looks back in your direction, making time stand still.

The killer lowers his knife, disappearing around the corner.

BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ.

Shit... My phone. You shove your hand in your pocket, struggling with the device; watching in horror as it topples to the ground. Calling: Eddie Munson BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ. It trembles wildly against the hardwood floor; glowing like a beacon. Fuck. You snatch it from the ground, accepting the call.

"Eddie?" You whisper.

"Chrissy! Where are you?" He panics. "Are you okay?"

You watch in terror as he walks back into the doorframe; the strobe lights flashing wildly behind him. You squeeze your eyes shut.

"Chrissy?"

CLICK.

The wood creaks beneath the weight of his boots as he steps closer and closer. You clasp your hands over your lips, holding back your sobs; tears, rolling over the back of your hands.

Please go away. Please just go away...

The footsteps come to a halt.

You force yourself to open your sights, instantly seeing two soulless, black eyes staring down at you. A gloved hand reaches out, wrapping tightly around your throat; lifting you effortlessly.

"Caught ya." Your mouth falls open with a blood-curdling scream and you feel a searing pain; his knife, stabbing into your stomach.

You inhale sharply, looking down as he yanks the blade out; taking your breath with it.

Bright red blood spews out onto the floor before gradually flaring onto the fabric of your jacket. You watch in a daze as the hot crimson spreads like ink. Your vision blurs as you reach down; fingers, drifting across your stomach; coating your hand easily.

Tears slip down your cheeks as everything starts to get a little duller; a little darker than before. Your knees buckle beneath you; body, crashing to the floor. You attempt to scream but nothing comes out; gurgling as blood pools in your mouth.

I'm going to die.

The masked man kneels over you, staring down at you; head tilting slightly as he watches you choke on your blood. You inhale, clamping your eyes shut as he lifts the knife, driving it into your chest again and again.

Your eyes fall shut, opening once more when you feel a harsh grip on your ankles. The monster drags you across the uneven floor. Your frail hands claw at the splintered wood with the little strength you have left. Slivers of the old lumber pierce into the skin beneath your nails, as your body scrapes across the ground, doing nothing to stop the inevitable.

He grabs a doll, throwing it down on the floor next to you; shattering the porcelain head. The killer lifts you into his arms, holding you before laying you down again. You feel a plush pillow under your head; raised wooden sides, boxing you in. The coffin.

Your lips refuse to move as you try to scream one last time. The heavy top slams shut leaving you in darkness; no pain, complete numbness as you take your final breath.

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I need Eddie's jealous moments!!!!!

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Eddie once came home from a three-week stint playing shows in middle-of-nowhere Ohio to find a man sitting on his couch. Steve was newly diagnosed and newly moved in, and Eddie was prepared for anything.

Except for a man sitting on his couch. A very distinctly Tommy H-shaped man, sitting way too comfortably and way too close to his boyfriend. On his couch.

Eddie was expecting throw pillows not – “Hagan.”

“Munson.”

Eddie wasn’t due back until tomorrow and Steve is surprised to see him, and he’s happy. He lights up like Christmas, but this is not the homecoming that Eddie was expecting. He still gets a hug, but it doesn’t linger and it doesn’t lead to where he wants them to go (the bedroom). Steve awkwardly pats him on the shoulder when he pulls away like they’re bros.

It’s kind of obvious that Steve had some of his jock friends from high school over to watch the game because the people on tv are talking about sports and there’s a letterman jacket too big for Steve or Tommy forgotten on the kitchen floor. The fact that Tommy is the only one that remains irks Eddie though.

It sets his teeth on edge, especially when Steve settles back on the couch and Tommy refills the space next to him like they were still friends. Tommy throws his arm over Steve’s shoulder, absently touching his hair the way that he always did in school. Steve might not notice it, but Eddie does.

It ain’t subtle. Not to Eddie, who knows what it looks like to be in love with Steve Harrington.

He’s not dumb. Eddie might be out of town just as much as he’s in it nowadays, but he knows what the rumors are about why Steve is living here. He also knows that if he was the one harboring a crush on a boy since grade school and there was even the slightest change that he might be gay than Eddie would be here too. Testing the waters.

Too bad for Tommy though because this is Eddie’s pool.

Despite the loud and obnoxious presence pressed up against Steve’s side and Steve awkwardly reintroducing them to each other, Eddie still asks, “You have people over?”

“Wayne said it was okay.”

“Course it is,” Eddie grinned. “You live here, sweetheart.”

Steve tells Eddie how Tommy was home from college for the long weekend and about the game of telephone that led to him hosting his friends. He even tells Eddie how he recorded the game on tape to watch with Wayne later. Eddie listens and he maybe agreed to watch the rerun with them, but he’s waiting. He’s watching Tommy squeeze the back of Steve’s neck and make some joke that’s not funny, and he’s waiting.

And it happens.

Steve asks Eddie how his shows went, and Eddie grins. He’s not an insecure man. Not about Steve and not about their relationship. Tommy can make all the moves he wants, Eddie knows where Steve’s sleeping tonight. So, he grins.

He startles them both with a running jump onto the coffee table and he takes up all the attention in the room, Tommy left an afterthought. Eddie regales his time in the far off land of Ohio. He paints a perilous picture of nights driving through cornfields and cows like an adventure. He recounts their shows like he’s slaying a dragon, and he draws Steve in like he knew he would.

He physically draws Steve closer, crouching down in front of him and putting his hands on his shoulders. One hand slides up to caress his cheek, and Steve leans into the touch. Eddie pulls him forward until he’s barely on the couch at all and Tommy is left leaning against nothing, and then Eddie pulls him to his feet.

High school Steve probably would’ve sneered at the Eddie of it all, but this Steve – his Steve – laughs and lets Eddie pull him where the story needs to go. He drags Steve through the living room as he weaves a tale in movement about Corroded Coffin’s harrowing battle against the one lone preacher protesting devil music.

Their feet get tangled together when Eddie zigs and Steve zags, and they end up toppled into Wayne’s favorite chair. Steve laughs in that way that squishes his whole face and he tells him without thought, “Missed you.”

Eddie knows that those are words that Tommy wants to hear. He knows the taste of a friendship lost and he knows that Tommy wants this, but this isn’t high school anymore. Tommy can’t just take what he wants. It’s a deep and settling smugness playing on Eddie’s lips because this his and he says, “I know.”

Tommy leaves with very little fanfare. Forest Hills may not be a castle, but it’s Eddie’s domain and Steve is a very captive audience. Tommy, at least, knows when to admit defeat.

He’s standing on the gravel outside of the trailer when he says, “I’ll drive you to that appointment Monday. What time was it?”

Before Steve could say anything, Eddie’s throwing his arm over Steve’s shoulder. He gives Tommy a grin that’s all sharp corners as he threads his fingers into Steve’s hair and tugs on it, “Don’t worry about it, Tommy-boy. I’ll handle it.”

Eddie only kinda feels like an asshole when he smudges Tommy’s name off the calendar stuck to the fridge later that night, but then he gets into his bed for the first time in three weeks. Steve curls up closer and Eddie finds it really hard to care about anything else.

#not sure if this reads as jealous but I think Eddie is less petty in his jealousy. he doesn’t need to worry that Steve is going somewhere #he just needs Steve’s eyes on him. if that makes sense #this is almost long enough to be considered a full fic #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson

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Like Real People Do: Chapter 2

Chapter 2 of "Like Real People Do"

After a slight mishap in the admissions office, you find yourself in the same History class as Eddie, pushing your friendship forwards (thanks to the help of Dustin Henderson).

Read Chapter 1 here

Pairing: Eddie x AFAB reader (named "Brooke" because I hate using Y/N, but will also be using "you" to make it reader-centric!)

Warnings: Swearing, dual pov. This entire series is 18+ MINORS DNI!

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: I'm so happy so many people are liking this one...I love writing about Eddie *kicking my feet*. I've also noted that some people are wanting a tag list for this one, so if you want to be added, let me know!

The heat inside the class room was stifling – one last heat spike seemed to be in full effect in Hawkins, and the lack of air conditioning inside Hawkins High really put a damper on any chance of comfortability. Eddie fanned himself with his hand, rolling his eyes at the sweat he felt pooling slightly at his collar.

Mr. Binkins, the history teacher, was droning on an on about World War I, much to the dissatisfaction of what seemed like the whole class. Eddie’s eyes wandered to outside the window, Mr. Binkins’ voice slowly morphing into the Charlie Brown adults – womp womp WOMP wOmP womp. This was his second time taking this particular class, and even though he got a D+ the last time, he had still retained the information somewhat.

In other words, he was really, really bored.

Eddie resisted the urge to start tapping a drum beat to the latest Metallica song he heard on the radio, his pencil resting between his fingers, ready for him to say “when”. No…he wouldn’t be that annoying in first period – besides, Mr. Binkins would probably tell him to stop within 10 seconds of him starting, and where the hell was the fun in that?

His mind wandered, running down his usual daydream subjects: music, his DnD campaign, the newest issue of Playboy Wayne was hiding under his bed that he thought Eddie had no idea about…

You.

He sat straighter in his seat. You’d been in classes for a few days now, but Eddie had only seen you in the hallway a couple of times. You’d pass by and offer a polite smile, or even a friendly wave, and he would return the favor. He noticed you hadn’t seemed to be initiated into any cliques yet, and that you were equally friendly to everyone you came across whenever he saw you. At lunch, you were either sitting by yourself, or not there at all. Eddie hadn’t gotten the courage to ask you to sit with him and the Hellfire Club just yet.

Suddenly, the door to the classroom opened and in you walked, holding your books in front of you. Eddie’s heart lurched and he furrowed his brows.

Had he…conjured you? Like straight up wizard-ed you into the classroom?

“Can I help you?” Mr. Binkins asked, all heads turning to you. You offered him a smile – your trademark smile – and handed him a pink slip from the office.

“I was apparently put in the wrong history class for the past few days. The office told me I should’ve been in this one.” You scanned the class quickly, and when your eyes passed by Eddie’s, you deepened your smile, causing Eddie to blush.

Jesus, dude. Get a grip! You thought, slouching in your chair again to try and regain any sense of cool you had left in your body.

“Huh. Okay, Miss…Henway. Welcome! Tell the class a little about yourself.” He gestured to the rest of class and you turned.

“Okay. Um…hi,” You offered a little wave, “I’m Brooke. I moved here from Ohio at the end of June��um…” You made a face, pursing your lips together to try and think of something, “I’m a junior? And I work at the library. And I have a dog! Her name is Molly. Um…I think that’s it?”

“Very good. Have a seat anywhere that’s empty. Quite exciting…not only that you’re a new student, but that you’re in a senior class! Very good.” Mr. Binkins clapped his hands together, “Now, as soon as Miss Henway takes her seat, we can continue you.”

Eddie watched you scan the room again, and once you noticed the empty desk next to him, you made your way over, sitting in the seat and plopping your books on the desk. You turned to him and smiled.

“Hi again.”

“Hey,” He said, returning the smile. Lowering his voice down to a whisper, he spoke again, “So you’re in this class now? Cool.”

You nodded, “Yep. I guess the office messed up. Based on my transcripts I should be in this class. Do you know what page we’re on?” You asked, point to the textbook. Eddie shrugged.

“No idea?”

You raised your hand, “Sorry, Mr. …”

“Binkins.” The teacher said, turning around from the blackboard.

“Right. Mr. Binkins, what page are we on?”

“33.”

“Great, thanks.” You started flipping through the book and snorted, your eyes darting over to Eddie. You whispered, “I don’t mean to sound rude but…Mr. Binkins sounds like he should be related to Bilbo Baggins with a name like that.”

Eddie chuckled and his heart flipped. “Fan of ‘The Hobbit’?”

“I read a lot.” You shrugged and gave him one last smile before turning your attention back to the lesson.

Eddie leaned back in his chair, his mind starting to swirl. So, he had met a cute – beautiful, really – girl, who was also really nice, and now in one of his classes. And on top of that, she seemed to share some similar interests? He blew out some air, trying to slow down the rapid pace of his heart.

He had a feeling he was going to be in a lot of trouble.

Lunch period came quickly – thank god – and once you had grabbed your tray from the cafeteria lady, you turned to face the lunchroom. You had spent your lunch periods either sitting by yourself at the end of a table, in the library, or taken in by various random students like an orphaned colonial child. Which, really, you didn’t mind – you didn’t mind being by yourself all that much, especially when you remembered to bring something to read, or had some homework to catch up on.

You started to make your way to your favorite empty table when you heard a voice shouting behind you. “Hey! Hey!” Turning, you saw Dustin, waving his arms in the air with enthusiasm. Eddie and Mike were sitting next to him, hanging their heads in embarrassment. The other few at the table were snickering, smiling at you. Dustin waved you over and motioned to sit.

You sat down across from Eddie, sliding your bookbag underneath the table. “Hi, everyone.” You greeted.

“Hi! I’m so happy I noticed you walking to your usual empty table – you should sit with us instead from now on!” Dustin said, sitting back in his seat and smiling, “If you want!”

“Oh, thanks!” You said, “Yeah, maybe I will, if you don’t mind.” You eyed Eddie and he immediately smiled back at you, nodding slowly.

“Yeah, sure, of course.” He said.

“Great, then it’s settled! You can be apart of the lunch crew!” Dustin smiled proudly and ripped into his sandwich, chewing with his mouth open slightly, “How have your first few days been?”

You shrugged, pushing the salad you had gotten around with your fork, “Oh, it’s fine. I like school so it’s not too bad, but…” You trailed off, crossing your feet at the ankle, “Just an adjustment, is all.”

“Have you made any friends?”

“Dude!” Mike hissed, looking at Dustin, “You can’t just like, ask a new kid if they’ve made any friends yet. That’s rude.”

“No, it’s okay!” You offered, trying to lighten the mood, “I have…kinda? No one that I’ve hung out with outside of school yet…I have a bunch of classes with Nancy? Wheeler? So we’ve been chatting. Do you know her?”

Mike rolled his eyes and Dustin barked out a laugh, “Yeah, we know her. That’s Mike’s sister!”

“Oh! Oh, okay. Cool! She’s really nice.”

“Yeah…” Mike grumbled, in only the way younger brothers could. You shoved some salad in your mouth to shut yourself up, nodding and hoping someone else would take over the conversation.

“You could hang out with us, if you wanted!” Dustin offered, leaning in, “Do you play Dungeons and Dragons?”

“Dustin…” Eddie quietly groaned, “Please stop interrogating her. She’s only been able to take like, one bite of her food because you won’t stop asking her about her life story.”

“I…don’t, sorry,” You said, “Is that the game with like…dwarves and stuff?”

“Uh-huh! It’s really cool…if I do say myself.” Dustin reminded you of an over-enthusiastic puppy, which was really endearing. You noticed that Eddie, though seemingly annoyed with him, couldn’t help but have an affectionate air towards him. “I mean, we do other stuff too…not just DnD. We do movie nights, and go to the mall, and stuff.”

“I like the mall.” You offered politely, “I like to do a lot of stuff. And I like movie nights, too.”

“Next time we have one, we’ll invite you! Right, Eddie?”

Suddenly, Dustin shot up in his seat and yelped in pain, reaching down to his foot. Everyone at the table stopped to stare at him, including yourself.

“Jesus, that hurt, Eddie! Why did you kick me?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Eddie said, in monotone. His eyes flickered to yours and back to Dustin, “I say we let her decide if she wants to hang out with us. Stop peer pressuring the poor lady to go to a movie night with us for Christ’s sake.”

Your heart sank a little – even though Eddie was friendly enough, it didn’t really seem like he wanted you to hang out with his group. Which was fine, since you didn’t know each other very well, but it still would’ve been nice if he had been a little more welcoming. Especially, considering you thought he was really handsome…in a rockstar, grungy kind of way.

“Um…well…I work weekends sometimes for the library so…I don’t really know my schedule. So who knows when I can even go to a movie night…” Pushing your food with your fork again, you tried your best to sound nonchalant, and not like a movie night would be the most fun you’ve had in a while.

Dustin frowned a little and took another bite of his sandwich, “Yeah, yeah. Okay…well…let us know…” He focused on his food and trailed off. You quickly looked up to Eddie, who was looking at you, but then looked away at his own food.

The rest of lunch was kind of awkward, with everyone making polite conversation about their “newest campaign” (whatever that was), and peppering questions in for you about your previous life in Ohio. Soon, the bell rang, and you made your way to the garbage can, throwing away the leftovers and sliding the tray on the collectable surface on top.

“Hey…” Eddie slid next to you, falling in line while you started to walk to your next class, “I’m sorry about Dustin. We don’t get a lot of…um, excitement? In Hawkins, so a new girl is quite a big deal for him, I guess,” He offered a smile, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets.

“Oh, it’s okay. It’s kind of sweet, actually. I like him…he seems nice.”

“Yeah…he is. He’s really nice.”

Your heart felt like it was being squeezed with the obvious tenderness Eddie had for Dustin. You both walked in silence for a second before he spoke again.

“Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that the next time we do have a movie night, you are more than welcome to come. In fact, we’d love to have you. If you want, of course.” He said, avoiding eye contact. You brightened a bit.

“Yeah? Okay, then. I’d like that.”

“I’ll let you know, then. I do have to warn you, though – we usually watch strictly horror flicks.”

“Oh, no!” You squealed, a laugh rising within you, “I love horror movies but I get scared so easily…just make sure I have something to hold on to so when I jump in fear, I don’t fall off the couch!”

As soon as the words left your mouth, your mind immediately flashed an image of you in Eddie’s arms, nuzzling into his neck to hide from the movie playing on the television. Heat creeped into your neck, no doubt causing you to blush.

Eddie awkwardly cleared his throat, looking away, “Yeah, I’ll make sure to have a blanket or something…a super special blanket made to protect you from the big bad scary man on T.V.” He ended the sentence in a goofy voice, wiggling his fingers for affect. You scrunched your nose and giggled, both of you walking up to the entrance to your classroom.

Suddenly, the bell rang, giving you one minute to get to class. “Well…thanks for lunch today. And for the movie invite. I’ll see you around?” You said, smiling. Eddie nodded, rocking on his heels.

“Yeah, see you around.”

You turned to head into class and for some reason, looked back at Eddie. He was inching his way away from the door of your classroom, but made sure you were fully in your seat before walking away. Smiling to yourself, you sat down.

You were really starting to like Hawkins.

Saturday night, you found yourself in front of Eddie’s trailer, smoothing your shirt and taking a deep breath to calm your nerves. Your first time hanging out with someone from Hawkins – hanging out with anyone in months, really – and you were a bit nervous. Never mind the fact that you were seeing Eddie.

No…those nervous butterflies definitely didn’t have anything to do with that.

The trailer was on the smaller side, so you heard multiple voices right away. It seemed like you were one of the last ones to arrive, even though you were right on time. Suddenly, the door opened, and Eddie’s smiling face greeted you.

“You made it!” He said, ushering you inside. “Did you find my place okay?”

“Yeah, it was easy! You’re close to my house.” You said, walking into the trailer. Eddie shut the door behind you.

The trailer was homey – full of knick-knacks and memorabilia. Though the amount of stuff was overwhelming (in a good way), it was meticulously clean. You immediately felt at ease – almost at home.

The rest of Hellfire looked up at you in surprise. Eventually, Dustin smiled and stood up.

“Hey! I didn’t know you were coming!” He said, almost too excitedly. Immediately behind him, Mike rolled his eyes and Gareth, Jeff, and Dougie chuckled.

“Must have forgotten to mention it,” Eddie murmured quickly, guiding you to the couch, “Okay, who’s ready for the movie?!” He moved on quickly, shutting down any conversation Dustin was about to start. Dustin shot him a curious look and shrugged, heading to the kitchen.

“I’ll start to popcorn!” He called, opening the microwave.

You sat on the couch and Eddie immediately handed you a crocheted blanket. You looked at him, confused.

“The blanket…you know…to protect you from the big bad man on T.V…” He answered sheepishly, turning a light shade of scarlet. Your heart flipped at the recognition from the conversation you had a few days ago. Taking the blanket, you unfolded it and smiled.

“Oh, Eddie. Thanks. That’s so sweet.”

Eddie shrugged and sat down on the other side of the couch, leaving at least two people’s worth of space between you, “Yeah well, I couldn’t have you scared shitless your first time in my place.” He tried to wave it off like it was no big deal.

“So I’m assuming we’re watching a scary movie?”

“Not one, not two, but THREE scary movies!” Dougie said, holding up three fingers, “If you can handle it, that is.”

“Oh, she’ll be able to handle it,” Dustin said, coming back with a big bowl of popcorn. He sat next to you, offering the bowl, “Right, Brooke?”

You nodded, taking some popcorn. “I hope so.” You looked towards Eddie, only to find that he was already staring at you. When you made eye contact, he immediately looked away, fiddling with the remote in his hand. Your heart did a cartwheel, and you stifled a blush rising on your neck.

You certainly hoped so.

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