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E. M. | Many Moons Ago

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

word count: 2k

trigger warnings: mean!eddie briefly; swearing; angst;not proof read; bad formatting because I wrote it in my notes first

a/n: I wrote a part two!!! Read it here :)

If life had led you in any other direction, you knew you would have been in love by now. It was a crazy thought, one you had in just the right moments. When the wind blew against your skin on a hot summer’s day, when the rain hit for the first time in the summer and was crazy electric. When you saw Sixteen Candles for the first time and immediately knew a love like that could never be yours.

Not that you didn’t know love, how to get it, or even been in a relationship. You’d done all those things, but it felt so foreign now. It was like your childhood, most of which you remembered through photographs and other people’s stories. It was there, in the back of your mind. Somewhere.

“Earth to Y/N,” Dustin waved his hand in front of you, making you swat at him as you turned off Family Videos’ copy of Valley Girl.

“Steve is in the back,” you told him, leaning on the counter.

“I didn’t come here for him.”

“Shocker,” you rolled your eyes, standing back up. “What do you want?”

“Do you guys have any scary movies?”

“You’re like eight-“

“Thirteen.”

“-what are you doing wanting a scary movie?” You paused as you came around the counter, crossing your arms to stare at him.

“Is Robin in the back too? At least she’d give me decent service,” he looked toward the back of the store.

“Hey,” you patted him on the head, a little too roughly for his liking, as you passed by him to head to the horror section. “That attitude will get you no where you know.”

“Yeah yeah,” he huffed. “I need something super scary, it’s for-“

“Henderson, how long’s it take to grab a damn movie?”

The barrier in your mind shattered. The voice all too familiar to you all of a sudden, your breath catching in your throat. It felt like years suddenly changed to mere minutes. The pain you felt your sophomore year of high school (and all the way through to graduation) was suddenly a stone’s throw away and was getting closer. It’s name was Eddie Munson.

He was a senior your sophomore year and you thought he could probably walk on water. Your freshman year you knew of him, saw him passing in the halls. You knew him the same way you’d known Steve or Robin, barely putting a name to a face. Your life was all-consuming at the fresh age of 14, but sophomore year changed everything.

Eddie Munson was not quiet, not in the slightest. It didn’t click until you realized you shared a lunch period together. He sat at the head of his table, talked a lot of shit, and was quick to watch chaos ensue. The more you watched made you realize he was all bite and no bark, and there was no way he was as scary as everyone made him seem.

You beat him to lunch the next day, sat right next to his seat, and waited. He was the last of his friends to arrive, but you’d already been speaking to Jeff and Gareth when he finally sat down.

“Well what do we have here?” He teased, sliding into his seat. You met his eyes and watched as the dark brown melted into something lighter.

“Y/N,” you stuck your hand out to him. “Sophomore, loser, and in desperate need of friends.”

“Eddie,” he shook your hand, though he was smirking now. “But Hellfire isn’t a charity, we don’t just take in stray sheep.”

“You do now,” you shrugged, finally pulling your hand from his. No more words spoken to each other. Actually, it seemed like he was kind of annoyed with your presence. Just like you thought, he did nothing about it. He was just there and watched you.

He may not have spoken to you, but he was still at a table with his friends. He was passionate, loyal, flirtatious, charismatic. Eddie was your first crush.

He was also your first boyfriend. By the time winter break had come and gone, you two were friends. A weak term that didn’t even begin to include your unnecessary debates, obvious tension, and unresolved requited feelings. Even after becoming an official member of Hellfire, the two of you were always back and forth. He talked a lot of shit and you always called him out on it.

“You know, this movie isn’t even scary,” he said one night, referring to The Shining that was playing on his TV. You were on the couch next to him, closer than when you started because he kept moving closer.

“No shit,” you told him, turning to look at him. “It’s a little weird, but it’s no The Hills Have Eyes.”

“I love that movie!” He sat up straight, turning to look at you.

By now, you were hopeless. He was funny and kind, even if he was simultaneously an asshole. But he also had pretty brown eyes and a sweet smile, and even sweeter laugh. He was an excellent guitarist and passionate dungeon master. One day you had realized that his lips looked far too inviting. It was an understatement really, because Eddie Munson was absolutely beautiful.

“Sweetheart?” He poked your forehead, leaning forward as your eyes regained focus on his. “Where’d you get lost at in my story?”

“You were telling a story?” You confessed, watching him try and fail to hide a smirk.

“Were you gawking at me, L/N?” He teased, touching your cheek again. Your body betrayed you, leaning into his touch.

“Oh, you’ve totally got a crush on me,” he said, though he didn’t move his hand away. It cupped your cheek while he held your gaze.

“You’ve got a crush on me, too,” you told him. “Otherwise you would have already rambled about how much you don’t like me.”

“Aren’t you lucky?”

“Munson,” you placed a hand on his thigh. “Are you going to kiss me or what?”

Your first kiss happened simultaneously as redrum was written.

Those moments weren’t what your brain remembered first. It remembered the rain on a March evening, parking outside Eddie’s. It remembered the fight you had, that started over whether or not he had a thing for a cheerleader named Chrissy. It escalated, just got worse and worse.

“Eddie, all you do is stare at her!” You argued, smacking your hands against the counter as you took a few breaths. The thunder sounded once more, a little closer than thirty minutes ago.

“As if you’re not staring at the basketball team,” he scoffed.

“How could I, when all I do is stare at you!” You turned around to look at him. “Dammit Eddie, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“And you do?” He laughed, a vicious and cruel laugh. “You’re barely sixteen, what do you know?”

“Why is me being sixteen such a big deal to you?” You shook your head. “You didn’t have a problem with our age difference when you kissed me. Or when we went to the movies. Or when you would hug me after Corroded Coffin got off stage at that shitty bar. You turned eighteen literally three weeks ago and we were fine. So what’s the deal, Munson?”

“You act like a child!” He exclaimed, all frustration leaving him as he yelled. “You’re some dumb, know-it-all kid that thinks it’s cool to be with the freak.”

“It’s cool because you’re cool, Eddie!” You took a step closer to him, which was actually quite a bit of space in his kitchen. He stepped back. “I’m not some kid. You m your girlfriend. I love you.”

“No.”

“What?” You asked, feeling your heart drop.

“I don’t….” He ran his hands over his face. “I can’t do this.”

“Do what?”

“Us!” He groaned. “I don’t love you. I loved the way you looked at me and how you wanted me. But I never, not once, loved you.”

“You don’t,” you took a step backward. “Eddie, I don’t understand.”

“It means I’m breaking up with you,” he crossed his arms, looking at the ground. Your eyes began to fill with tears.

“Eddie, baby, it’s just a fight. You don’t mean that,” you begged.

“I mean it. We’re through,” he walked back toward his room.

You grabbed your things, the thunder loud in your ears. Everything felt stilted, like you were trying to walk underwater. You were soaking wet when you got in your car. It poured out of you, the pain of Eddie Munson, the love of your life, breaking up with you. It killed you, ruined you. You were surprised you made it home between the storm and the tears.

You never sat at the Hellfire table, never played D&D, never went to another band practice nor gig ever again. You nearly failed your sophomore year. You were silently glad he failed and was a repeat senior your junior year.

All it ever amounted to was your staring. Your desperate looks at Eddie “the freak” Munson, someone you knew like the back of your hand, was all you had left of your whirlwind two month relationship. You really had loved him, and you were completely enamored with him. You didn’t date again, and you knew he didn’t either - not even the cheerleader he liked.

You thought that graduating would separate you two, though he was set to graduate the same year as you now. You and Eddie only had a month left before you made it across the stage. You wanted to be rid of him, afraid any interaction would silently kill you. Yet there he stood, ten paces away from you and Dustin.

“Y/N is what takes so long,” Dustin said, completely throwing you under the bus. You grabbed a movie off one of the displays and walked back to the counter, avoiding eye contact with either of them.

“Three dollars,” you mumbled, voice exceptionally monotone. You prayed Steve and Robin would return from the back any moment.

“Y/N L/N, didn’t take you for a Family Video girl,” Eddie said, leaning on the counter as Dustin fished around in his backpack.

“It’s a job,” you replied, eyes still trained on Dustin’s inability to produce three ducking dollars.

“Didn’t you use to work at that record shop?” Eddie continued, tilting his head.

“Sophomore year,” you looked at him then, raising an eyebrow. “Had to quit, some asshole kept coming in.”

“Oh yeah?” Eddie had the audacity to smile at you. As much as you wanted him to disappear, you couldn’t help but revel in the fact that two years had gone by and he remembered you - remembered the job you’d had whilst together. “What made him an asshole?”

“Are you fucking-“

“Got it!” Dustin cut you off as you damn near stabbed Eddie with a pen. He slammed the two dollars and four quarters on the counter with a grin.

“Get out,” you slid the tape to him, putting the money away.

“Finish your thought,” Eddie stood up, tapping his fingers on the counter. Dustin grabbed the movie and slid it into his bag as he watched you and Eddie.

“Okay,” you narrowed your eyes. “Are you fucking serious? You’re the asshole. You broke up with me.” Dustin’s audible gasp made you and Eddie both look at him.

“You… you two dated?”

“You broke up with me,” Eddie argued, frowning. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“You literally can’t be serious. You called me childish, then told me you adored the attention I gave you, but that overall you never even loved me.”

“I didn’t-“ Eddie paused, looking absolutely lost.

“Forget it Munson, it was forever ago,” you came around the counter. “Just get the hell out of the store.”

It was many moons ago, but just like the tide it brought back the hurt. What the were you supposed to do about the fresh wound he created? How were you supposed to sleep when he said he remembered your job, but not how he’d broken your heart? He may be all bark, but god did this lack of love hurt just as bad as a bite.

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lindzaylove · 2 years

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E.M. | Rainfall

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

word count: 2.9k

trigger warnings: angst (yeah, it’s angsty to the end but with a kind of happy ending?); a little editing (not much, but y’know); swearing

part two to Many Moons Ago

a/n: thank you guys so much for requesting this and following me! you have no idea how much that means to me <3 I love y'all

It isn’t every day that an epic love comes and goes in the span of two years. Seeing Eddie, talking to Eddie, had made you incapable of falling asleep. It would have been sweet, his affect on you, had it not been completely enraging. Coming back into your life because Dustin fucking Henderson couldn’t pick out a horror movie by himself? What kind of sick joke was God playing?

Even worse, his face was etched into the back of your eyelids. His nose, scrunched slightly in confusion. Eyebrows pressing together as his lips opened slightly. Hair curly and wild, sitting against his fair skin. God making Eddie your worst enemy was a game made for the devil.

Eddie’s confusion hurt most of all. It made you doubt yourself. Were you remembering wrong? You wracked your brain for any difference in your story, but alas, your memory stood. He had broken your heart in the most cruel way.

You’d gone through this thought process already. Were you a joke among him and his friends? Were you a bet, a side hustle for some cash? Were you meant to make Chrissy jealous? You could never find a reason for what he said, for how he could spend all that time getting to know you and hold you and kiss you? How could he be your first kiss, knowing the whole time he didn’t love you, want you?

It didn’t make sense, none of it. He had to have felt something. Which meant he lied. But why? Why would Eddie lie to you about that?

It was on your mind at school the next morning. You looked the halls for him, hoping you could see something that would suddenly explain everything. No matter what, you couldn’t find him. Perhaps he skipped, embarrassed to see you. How dare he hide, though. He had left you a mess and now he expects you to pretend it didn’t happen?

Finally, lunch came around and you saw him. He was staring at his plate, tossing around whatever food he had. You felt a sick feeling of satisfaction knowing he was distraught. When he’d broken up with you, you hadn’t been able to sleep. You wondered how that taste of his own medicine felt going down his throat.

Suddenly, he looked right at you. Even across the cafeteria you could see the way his eyes got a little bit wider and his shoulders got a little bit straighter. Neither of you looked away for a while, not until Jason came in with more basketball players, causing a commotion. You were quick to throw out your lunch, heading out to the woods beyond the school where a picnic table sat.

You and Eddie had been there a couple of times together. It was always quiet, always a place away from everything that you two enjoyed more than you could admit out loud for fear of sounding foolish. It was one of those places that made you feel safe, even if it also reminded you of him.

It was only a few moments before you found the spot on the table where you two had carved your initials in a heart. Two years had passed, but it hadn’t faded in the least. Though it wasn’t often you came here in case Eddie was present, but it still made your heart ache each time.

The day you’d done it was present in your mind, reminding you of how in love you’d really been at sixteen. You were laying on the table and he was sitting there, holding your hand and pressing kisses to your fingers. The sky was was littered with clouds and it was chilly out, the late February breeze leaving chills on your skin.

“You know,” you mumbled, turning your head to look at him. He smiled widely, holding your hand to his lips, breath warm against your skin. “I kind of want to do this forever.”

“Stare at the clouds?” He glanced up. “Seems a bit boring to me.”

“Obviously not,” you rolled your eyes, tapping your fingers against his cheek. “Being with you. It feels like a forever sort of thing.”

“I-“ Eddie paused, holding your hand against his face. “Wanna do something semi-permanent?”

“I am not getting a tattoo with you,” you sat up, but he only laughed.

“No, I mean stab the table in a weirdly romantic way,” he says, pulling out his pocket knife.

You slide into the seat next to him, close enough to feel his body heat and be in the way of his arm as he carved. You couldn’t see what he was doing until he finished it.

A crude heart with both of your initials inside of it.

“I love you,” he said, for the first time. You’d said it last week while watching a movie, simultaneously telling him you knew it was fast and he didn’t need to say it back. But there he was, Eddie Munson, carving your initials into the table and telling you.

You didn’t know you were crying until it fell on the table. In the heart. Somehow it still felt so fresh when you thought about it all. Two months was no time at all to be together, yet you were so sure it would last. Sweet, sweet, naive you.

The shift at Family Video after school didn’t help. Steve was trying to find a date, failing miserably. Robin was teasing, threatening to revive the white board she’d had before. You were watching, like always, hoping one day the past would make sense again.

“Where is Y/N?” Dustin’s voice caused you to pause on your way to the front of the store. You were quick to check out the windows, no sign of Eddie’s van as you cut Steve’s answer off.

“Here in the flesh, Henderson. What’s up?”

“That movie you rented me, it made Eddie cry.”

“Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson?” Steve asked, leaning forward on the counter. “He cries?”

“I don’t even know what movie I rented you,” you shrugged. “Nonetheless, Eddie makes fun of horror movies.”

“It was The Shining.”

“So?” You crossed your arms. Though you were skeptical of Eddie crying, you couldn’t help but be even slightly interested in what had caused it. You were almost praying it was and wasn’t you simultaneously.

“So he showed up late to school today and then left during lunch. I know it has to do with you.”

“Henderson, dude,” Steve tapped the table. “Take a breath.”

“What do you want me to do, go to his place and make him feel better?” You scoffed. “I don’t know if you were paying attention yesterday, but Eddie isn’t on my list of people to really worry about anymore.”

“Anymore?” Robin whispered to Steve, who looked equally confused.

“He canceled Hellfire tomorrow night,” Dustin sighed. You immediately dropped your arms to your sides.

“Really?” You blinked, confusion setting. Eddie never cancelled Hellfire, even if you were sick. It was always “well, you shouldn’t have jumped in the lake last week” even though he had done it right alongside you. Eddie Munson would die before cancelling Hellfire, he wouldn’t even reschedule if people were busy.

“I’m still confused,” Steve mumbled, chin resting on his hands. Robin nodded quickly in agreement.

“Really. So could you please go over there and make sure we play tomorrow. Also make him less sad, it’s weird to see him all mopey,” Dustin replied. I glanced at Steve and Robin, who shrugged and motioned around the store.

“We have to know everything when we see you again,” Steve pointed a finger at you.

“Yeah, yeah,” you waved him off, heading out to your car.

You knew you shouldn’t be going to see him. It was one of your stupidest decisions (the most stupid being to pursue him in the first place). The drive over there would have been quiet had it not begun to rain. You couldn’t help but feel a little bit like the universe was playing pranks on you.

Pulling into the trailer park was a little odd, seeing familiar faces who happily waved at the sight of your beat up car as well as empty trailers you knew used to have families in them. Two years was some how quite a bit of time for Forest Hills. Two years was some time for anyone and anything if not nurtured.

Before you knew it, your engine was off and the Munson trailer sat in front of you. Eddie’s van barely registered as you opened the car door. The rain was coming down a bit harder now, getting you wet as you found your way up the stairs. The screen door was shut, but the other one was cracked a bit. You could hear music softly, even as you helped yourself inside.

The trailer looked the same, which only made you more on edge. You hoped being there, seeing things hadn’t changed a bit, would have helped. The dishes stacked a couple dishes too high, the magnets on the fridge holding up several notices and statements, the couch being much darker than you know they bought it. It was almost enough to make you turn and go. Seeing Eddie was going to send you running, you were sure of it.

“Did they send you-oh,” Eddie said, stopping a few feet from you. His Hellfire shirt, or probably just one of them, was a bit too big on him. His black jeans were tugged halfway on and when he saw you he pulled them the rest of the way up. The music you’d heard was a bit louder now, clearly coming from his room.

“Hey, Eddie,” you held your hands in front of you, “I just wanted to come check on you.

“Did Dustin tell you to come?” He asked, not moving from his spot. You could hear the thunder loud and clear in your head and outside. The past and present were mixing.

“Yeah. He said you weren’t feeling well and he figured I could come talk to you. Said you cancelled Hellfire tomorrow.”

It was silent as he stared at you, clearly evaluating what you could possibly be doing in his home two years after what you claimed to be your worst heartbreak. You’d been rude to him yesterday, completely cruel. You wanted answers, most of all. Forget Hellfire, forget Dustin, forget the past two years. You wanted to know what happened.

“I want to know if you meant what you said,” you added. “Just like, during the breakup. Did you mean it?”

“I-“ Eddie was nervous. He was wringing his hands and rocking on his heels. His eyes couldn’t meet yours again.

“I’m tired, Eddie. I’m so tired of hating you,” you breathed out. “I just want to say goodbye and move on, for real. I don’t want to be the zombie you made me anymore.”

“Well-“

“You cried.” You cut him off. “You fucking cried during The Shining. You think I forgot what happened during the movie? You think I forgot every touch, every kiss, every glance? It doesn’t stop, it never stops. I do my best to pretend like you died but it only makes it worse when I see you at school or hear one of those freshman talk about you.

Worst of all, I can’t stop asking myself why. Why did you pretend with me? Why did you tell me you love me? Why did you let my heart grow for you only to shatter it? Why did you break my heart like that? Why did you let me drive home alone in the rain? Why didn’t you call, or come apologize? Why’d you say all those things?

“It was a normal, harmless argument and you broke up with me. You sent me home feeling worthless and like nothing I ever did or said to you meant more than an ego boost. Damn it, Eddie. I was so in love with you.”

You finished at lightning struck, so close it lit up the windows around you. The tears rolled and rolled down your face, a personal rainfall happening for you. Your mind was clouded with so many more words you could have said, so many things you wanted answers for. He stood still, watching you curl your hands into fists. He didn’t answer. Silence.

You turned and went outside. The rain was no where near done, completely soaking you within seconds. You hated the world for not just letting you find your key and get in and pull away. Instead you stood outside your car, flipping through your keys like an idiot.

“Y/N,” Eddie’s voice found you over the storm, screen door closing behind him as he ran down the steps.

“What?“ You yelled back, still fumbling with your keys.

“I didn’t mean it.”

“What?” You looked up at him, rain colliding with your eyes as you blinked at him. Mud was forming around your shoes and you knew you were frozen in place - would have been had you been in the desert.

“I didn’t mean it, any of it,” he wiped the hair out of his face. “I loved you. I was scared that I loved you. I was worried you would leave me, would find someone like Jason or Steve or even that shitty Hargrove guy who would make you a million times happier. I figured that two months was the perfect time for you to figure out what you really wanted. You brought up Chrissy and I knew it. I knew, or I thought I knew, you were looking for a way out.

“You’re too nice, Y/N. You wouldn’t have been mean about it. I just couldn’t let myself feel that kind of pain, of being a pawn in someone’s game. So I made you believe you were the pawn. I wanted you to feel that way.

“It was stupid, childish, and awful. I was scared and I ran, but not without pushing you down first.”

“You said yesterday-“

“I lied,” he shook his head. “I was still scared, so scared that you were hating me. You were, you do. It hurt so bad to know that I made you feel that way. You always talked about words rolling off your shoulder, I figured us going back to being strangers only meant that was exactly what you thought.”

“I don’t have time for this,” you turned around to unlock your door. His arms were quick to be on either side of you, faces inches from yours when you turned to look at him.

“Hear me out,” he begged, “please.”

You nodded, but he didn’t move.

“I went to your work just to see you, to see if you were okay. You acted like I didn’t exist, got other people to help me. You were laughing and smiling, it almost felt like you’d broken up with me. It’s what I convinced myself of, what I told the Hellfire guys, what I told Wayne. I hated knowing the breakup wasn’t bad for you.”

“You were so wrong,” you pushed on his chest. “You lied to me, lied to our friends, your uncle. How do I know you’re not lying right now?”

“Because I cried watching The Shining,” he laughed slightly, blinking away the rain. “I remembered the way you sat on the couch and made fun of it. I remembered the way you looked at me, like my eyes were the prettiest things you’d ever seen. I remembered that you really had loved me, even before you said it.

“Sweetheart, I cancelled Hellfire because how am I supposed to go play the game I love when I know that I’m still in love with you and I still want a forever with you?”

What you did next was probably the stupidest thing you’d ever done. That doesn’t mean you’d take it back or rewind time to do something different. It actually felt like the right thing to do, like it was meant to happen.

His lips were parted, eyes blinking away rain. His arms were still on either side of you, holding you hostage against the side of your car. He smelled of rain, and weed, and the dollar store shampoo he uses because he thinks it makes his hair extra soft. He was Eddie, your Eddie, as his eyes glanced at your lips for just a moment - a force of habit that had come back just by being in your presence. You didn’t wait to ask him this time. You just kissed him.

You hands were on his cheeks, curling around the back of his head to pull him in. The taste of rain mixed with his usual taste, only making you want to kiss him all that much more. He was solid, lips returning the favor. Arms moved to your waist, pushing your back against the car.

It was as if time had stopped. It poured out of you, the want of Eddie Munson, the love of your life, kissing you. It made you feel whole, like you’d gotten home from a really long trip. He couldn’t stop touching you, pulling and grabbing anything you’d let him. Oh, how you missed kissing him.

“I still hate you.” You told him as he finally pulled back. Lightning hit again, making you both jump. Forest Hills lit up curtesy of the electric shock, letting you see his lips curve.

“Can you hate me and keep kissing me like that?” He mumbled, kissing you again.

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