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bornonthesavage · 1 year

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Eddie wouldn’t say he loves his job. He isn’t sure anyone actually loves working in organized crime, but hey, it pays the bills. And he’s good at it, so that’s a plus. All he has to do is pick up bags, drop them at predetermined destinations, and then collect the money. Easy. That is, until it goes wrong. Because of course it does. Things always go wrong for him.

“Where’s the rest of the money?” Sam asks. He’s Eddie’s boss, a greasy dude with shifty eyes.

Eddie frowns. “What are you talking about? It’s all there.”

“No, it’s not. You’re short five hundred. What, you think you can steal from the Harringtons and I won’t notice?”

Eddie’s eyes go wide as he realizes the situation he’s in. “Whoa, dude, what? No! Why would I steal? I’m not stupid!”

Sam takes a menacing step forward and Eddie tries to move back, but feels his path stopped by a thick chest. Yeah, this isn’t looking good.

“Give the money back now, and maybe I’ll let you go. If you don’t, you’re not going to like what happens next.”

Fear coils in Eddie’s stomach. If he had the money he would give it back out of his own pocket. As it stands, all he’s got is the 15 bucks that he’d planned on using for dinner tonight. He’s completely screwed.

“Sam, please, you have to believe me. I didn’t take anything!”

Sam glowers. “Fine, that’s how you wants it.”

Eddie’s grabbed on both sides by strong hands. He tries to fight but knows it no uses. The hired muscle are twice his size, and while he’d probably be able to outrun them, there’s no getting out of the their grasp.

He’s dragged from the office and thrown roughly in the trunk of a car. This is it, he thinks. This is how he’s going to die. They’re going to take him to some river and throw him in with bricks tied to his feet. He’d heard of this sort of thing happening, sure, but he’d never thought it would happen to him. Because he wasn’t stupid enough to cross the Harringtons. They were the most powerful crime family in the country, and Eddie valued his life, thank you very much. But apparently none of that mattered.

The ride is bumpy and it feels like it takes forever. But maybe that’s just Eddie, to out of his mind with fear to pay much attention. He tries to escape, kicking at the trunk and looking for a release lever. Of course, there’s nothing. When they finally come to a stop, he prepares himself to fight. The trunk opens and he tries to launch himself at the nearest thug, but the angles all wrong. He’s thrown the ground with ease, gravel crunching beneath his body.

“Get up,” one of the goons snarls, grabbing him by the arm and yanking him up.

Eddie looks around, trying to get an idea of his surroundings. He’d thought they’d maybe be out in the middle of the woods or near a body of water, but there’s none of that. Instead, they’re outside a massive mansion.

“What the fuck? Where are we?”

He’s pulled forward. “The big boss is out of the country, so we’re taking you to his son. We’ll let him decide how to handle you.”

Ah, shit. That wasn’t much better. He hadn’t worked for the Harringtons for three years without hearing all the horror stories. Sure, Thomas Harrington was in charge and had a reputation for violence, but Eddie had heard plenty about his son as well. A rich boy with a mean streak, they said. So what would he do to Eddie for apparently stealing from his family? Nothing good, that was for sure.

Eddie barely had any time to look around as he was dragged through the mansion and pulled through a set of double doors into an office, where he was thrown to his knees. Slowly, he brought his eyes up.

The first thing he saw were the pair of shiny black shoes. Nothing at all like his own worn out pair of shit kickers. His eyes travel up over a pair of sinfully long legs and thick thighs, all wrapped up in a pair of dress pants that probably cost more than he made in several months. Beyond that was a red silk shirt, only partially buttoned to reveal one of the nicest chests Eddie had ever seen. He sort of hated himself for thinking that, even now.

Finally, his gaze reached the face of the man himself. Steve Harrington was every bit as gorgeous as people said he was, and maybe a bit more. With a strong nose and defined chin, brown eyes that looked a little bored, and perfectly styled hair. Because of course it wasn’t enough that he’d been born rich and powerful. No, he also had to be unbelievably pretty.

Steve brought a cigarette to his lips and took a drag. “Who’s this?”

“This,” one of the thugs says, kicking Eddie’s foot, “Is just a low level piece of shit who thought he could steal from you, sir. We brought him here to let you decide what to do with him.”

Steve looked back to Eddie. “Is that true? Did you steal from my father?”

“No!” Eddie cried.

“Liar,” one goon snarled. “He was short by $500.”

“I swear, I didn’t take anything! I wouldn’t do that, I’m not a fucking idiot!”

Steve just continued to look at him, though he now seemed a bit curious. “Then where did the money go?”

Eddie shook his head. “I have no idea! Do you really think I’d risk my life over five hundred bucks? If I was going to steal, I’d take a lot more than that, I can promise you.”

To Eddie’s relief, though he wasn’t sure how great that relief should be, Steve laughed. He had a nice laugh, very full and bright. If Steve is amused, Eddie can use that. He’s good at being amusing. If the prince needs a jester, he can be that.

“What’s your name?” Steve asks.

“Eddie.”

“How old are you?”

“Twenty four.”

Steve nods and takes another drag from his cigarette. “Right.”

He then reaches into his back pocket, and Eddie withdraws into himself. Is he going to pull a gun and just end him right here? At least that would be quick. But it’s not a gun, just his wallet. Steve flips it open and takes out a few hundred dollar bills, before tossing them at the floor by the goons feet. They flutter down like rich person confetti.

“To cover what’s missing,” he says.

The men glance at each other, as if unsure of what to do, before bending down to collect the money. “Uh, yes sir. We’re sorry to have bothered you. We’ll just get this waste of space out of your sight.”

They go to grab Eddie again and he struggles. He’s pretty sure that once he’s out of this room, his time will be up. But then Steve holds up a hand.

“Oh no, leave him here with me.”

Now the guards looked even more confused, and the sentiment was shared by Eddie. Was Steve some sick sadist, who wanted to torture Eddie here all by himself? But the thugs weren’t going to defy their boss. They gave him a shove, forcing him down to his hands, then retreated out of the office. Once the door was closed, Steve made his way around to the other side of the desk and sat. Eddie sort of thought he should get up off his knees, but he didn’t want to make any sudden movements. Maybe now was the best time to plead his case.

“Please, sir, you have to believe that I didn’t take that money.”

But Steve only shrugs and puts his cigarette out. “I don’t really care if you did. Honestly, it would be kind of funny.”

Eddie just stares at him, sure he heard him wrong. “Um, what?”

“Yeah,” Steve says, kicking his feet up on the desk. “My dads an asshole. I’ve stolen from him hundreds of times, and either he doesn’t care or he doesn’t notice. So really, it makes no difference to me.”

Well, this definitely wasn’t how Eddie had thought this was going to go. He still sort of thinks this is a trap, a ruse to get Eddie to admit that he’d actually taken the money.

“Right. So… I’m not in trouble?”

“Nah.”

“Oh. So, can I go then?”

And now Steve gets this certain look in his eye, one that’s bright and sharp, and Eddie almost feels like a prey animal caught in the mouth of a wolf den. But Steve is still smiling, and it seems genuine.

“You can if you want. Or…”

Eddie waits. He’s really not sure where this is going. What else can he want from him? When Steve doesn’t go on, just continues to stare, Eddie raises his eyebrows. “Or what?”

Steve shifts forward in his chair, resting his elbows on the desk and his chin in his hand. “Now, maybe I’m completely off base with this, so correct me if I’m wrong here. But you were checking me out when you first got here, weren’t you?”

Eddie’s mouth goes dry and his heart jumps in his chest. He hadn’t thought Steve had noticed.

“Please, Mr. Harrington, that wasn’t… I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“Call me Steve. I hate when people call me Mr. Harrington. And you didn’t offend me. The opposite, in fact.”

Eddie just stares. This can’t be going where he thinks it’s going. Where he’s hoping it’s going. “Really?”

“Yeah, really,” Steve says, his smile growing wider. “I know when someone’s interested in me and you,” his eyes roam over Eddie’s body, “Are very interested.”

He’s cocky, that’s for sure. Eddie hates that he likes it. He really, really likes it. To his embarrassment, he even feels himself twitch in his jeans.

“So I guess you have two choices,” Steve continues. “You can get up and leave right now. No one will stop you and you’ll be free to go on your way. Or… You can stay. And we can come to an arrangement of an entirely different sort.”

And Eddie knows he should leave. He should get up and walk out right now. Because Harrington is nothing but trouble. He can see it written in every line of him, from that cocksure grin to those $3000 shoes. But Eddie’s never claimed to be smart. And he’s never been able to turn down a bit of trouble.

He leans back on his heels, titling his head in a way that draws Steve’s eyes to his neck, and grins.

“I’m listening.”

#steddie #steve x eddie #eddie and steve #steddie fic #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #Look I’ve written a crime AU for both of the other fandoms I’ve been a part of #and this just works really well #I love cocky Steve #I just think he’d take one look at Eddie #and go yep #I’m keeping this one

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her-power · 4 months

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Last Chance to Dance (Part Two: Rockstar! e.m. x fem reader)

🚨🛑🔞18+++ MINORS DNI - YOU WILL BLOCKED🚨🛑🔞 TRIGGER/CONTENT WARNING (For entire series): Rockstar! Addict! Sweet! Mean! Eddie, smut, unprotected p+v, fluff, fingering (f receiving), masturbation, oral (m+f receiving), heavy drug use, descriptions of IV drug use, swearing, talks of anxiety, panic disorder, mental illness, talks of suicide.

Last Chance to Dance: Part One

Eddie Munson Masterlist

Summary: Full summary on Part One.

Word Count: 11.2k

A/N: I love you guys, send me blurbs and one shots to write. <3

The roar of the crowd vibrates my entire core as the four of us wait to run on the stage; we did our huddle, and I jumped back and forth on the balls of my feet as we waited for our signal. Gareth goes out first, sits behind the drums, and his feet hit the double bass petal, followed by the snare. The rest of us run out to the stage, the crowd’s cheers get louder, and I slam the riff to Poison Me on my guitar. We ease into the song beautifully, I go up to the mic, singing the lyrics to the song. It’s one of our oldest songs, and a fan favorite. Jeff growls out the sub lyrics as I jump around the stage, throwing Sweetheart around my shoulder, my hair whipping around my face. The adrenaline courses through my veins, and I feel the sweat pour down my chest as I go into a guitar breakdown. Gareth sings the last part of the song while drumming. We hadn’t spoken about the other night; we really haven’t spoken at all, but we had other things to focus on.

Once the song ends, I take a beer bottle from the side of the stage, swallowing the whole thing back, smiling as I toss the empty bottle into the crowd. I go up to the microphone, moving my damp hair out of my eyes.

“What the fuck is up Atlanta?!” I shout in the microphone and laugh when the crowd roars to life again. “It’s crazy being back here, we’re on the last leg of the tour so we appreciate you guys coming out!” A pair of panties gets thrown at me and I catch it with one hand, I stick my tongue out and wave it around my fingers. I toss it to the ground and pull my shirt over my head, getting screams and cheers from the crowd.

I strum the cords on Sweetheart, looking behind me at Gareth, who nods, and we go into the next song. The rest of the night was phenomenal; it made me a little sad that it would be a while before we came back here. Once we ended the night with an encore of If it bleeds red from our first album, we all do a bow, I blow kisses to the crowd, get two to three more pairs of panties thrown at me, I take one pair, shoving it in my back pocket as we leave the stage.

I immediately take a bottle of water from the mini fridge in our dressing room and chug it, pouring the rest over my body, the cold water biting my skin so pleasantly.

Jeff claps my shoulder. “Good show, brother.”

I smile at him, wiping my hair out of my face. “You too.” I plop on the couch, taking the pair of panties out of my pocket and throwing it at him, he catches it awkwardly and laughs. “Do something with these.”

“Ew, they’re all sweaty.” Jeff immediately tosses them in the trash, and I giggle, taking out a cigarette and lighting it. I lean my head back against the couch, closing my eyes. I hear a commotion in the back hallway, and I see Gareth’s form come through the door, looking like Hulk, full of rage.

“Trashing hotel rooms now?” He shouts at me, throwing an envelope at me, which I assume is a bill, I don’t even bother looking at it.

“I cleaned up.” I tell him, inhaling on the cigarette again.

“No, you didn’t! Are you fucked in the head or what? They found dirty fucking needles in the bathroom trash; the housekeeper almost stuck herself with one!” I almost feel guilty at that, almost.

“I’ll write them a check to pay for the damages.” I mutter. “There, problem solved.”

Gareth’s eyes are wide as he stares at me, he laughs. “Dude, you’ve completely lost it. We’re not allowed back there, or any of the other hotels affiliated with them because of your fuck up.”

I get up from the couch, I can feel Jeff’s eyes on me; he stands off to the side listening. He knew about me and my habits, but like the smart man he was, he didn’t say shit. Or he just didn’t care anymore. I gaze up at Gareth.

“Just calm down, man. There are other hotels we can stay at. We’re not even gonna be back here for a long time, they’ll be over it by then.” I toss my t-shirt over my head, lighting up another cigarette.

“That’s not the fucking point, Eddie!” He screams at me. “When the fuck did you start shooting up?”

I smile and roll my eyes. “That’s none of your business.”

“It is my fucking business.” He growls, blocking my way to leave the room and I glare at him.

“Get the fuck out of my way.” I say, my voice low, full of anger now.

“Why? So, you can go and shoot up in your room? No.”

“Gareth, I’m not in the fucking mood, get out of my way.” I try to push past him, but he pushes me back, I stumble a little and a maniacal laugh escapes me, I feel like the Joker. “So strong you are, do it again, I dare you.”

“This stops now.” He tells me. “The drugs, the women, all of it.”

“What are you my fucking dad? I have it under control.”

“Clearly you don’t! Are you high right now? Or is it just a bedtime routine for you?” He stares at me like I’m the biggest piece of shit in the world, maybe I am, but I’m not in the mood to deal with his shit right now.

“Fuck off.” I tell him. “Move out of my fucking way. I’m done looking at you.”

“No, I’m not moving. You’re gonna stand there and be a fucking man and listen to what I have to say!”

“I’m done fucking listening!” I scream at him. “All I hear is fucking garbage spewing from your mouth, I’m over it and I’m fucking tired. Get out of my way.”

I put my hands on his chest, pushing him out of the way. I’ve never put my hands on him before, but I was fucking angry. He pulls me back by my arm, and I lean back, my fist connects with his jaw, and he stumbles back into the wall. He tackles me to the ground, and we roll around, throwing punches at each other; he gets me in the gut, and I groan, kicking him off of me. My fist connects with his face a few more times before Jeff is pulling me off of him and security is holding back Gareth. I can taste the blood on my lips, and I wipe it away.

Gareth glares at me, and I glare back.

“Bet that felt good, huh?” I say to him, walking out of the room. I feel my manager gently touch my forearm and I pull away from him. “Leave me alone.”

The hotel was only a minute walk from the venue, the warm air feels good against my skin, and I can already feel a bruise forming on my gut from where Gareth got me. I go into the hotel lobby through the elevators, leaning my head against the wall. The elevator things and a beautiful redhead walks into the elevator. My eyes scan over her body; her ass. She can feel my eyes on her, and she glances behind her shoulder at me. I smile at her, and she smiles back.

The elevator dings again and we both get off.

“Looks like we’re on the same floor.” I say, not looking at her but I know she hears me as I keep walking the opposite way to my room. “457.”

Like a moth to a flame, the woman shows up not even ten minutes later, knocking on my door. I didn’t even clean up the blood from my face yet, but she didn’t seem to care, because as soon as I open my door, her mouth is on mine, and she’s grabbing my cock through my jeans. I liked watching her tits bounce as I slam into her, I especially liked sucking on them. They were huge, and beautiful and it was a great way to end this shit night. I put a condom on; I wasn’t in the mood for risk taking tonight. She knew how to fuck though, I don’t think I came up for air once. She was a squirter too; I felt like a fucking God when she exploded all over me, dripping on my chest and thighs. I ate her out for what felt like an eternity, but I needed it, and clearly, she needed it because she was screaming so loud, I thought the whole building would fall down. When she had left, she had given me her phone number, and like an asshole I said, “I won’t be needing this, but thanks.”

She looked at me like I kicked her dog, and I shut the door behind her, stretching out every muscle until I hear a pop in my back. I run the bath, I make it scorching just so I can sit in it and relax. As soon as my body disappears under the water, a groan escapes me, and I slowly dip my head under the water. I let the water soak me before coming up for air, I move my hair out of my face and lean behind me to get my cigarettes. My lip had stopped bleeding, and I wondered if I got any blood all over that woman. I shake my head; tonight’s events were nothing short of shitty. I felt guilty for punching Gareth more than once, I’m not so sure he deserved three punches, maybe one, but not three. It was only a matter of time before someone found out I like my heroin in needles now. I scoff, I don’t fucking care, we put on a good show tonight, so maybe he should be grateful for that. I get out of the tub and dry myself off. I pull off my necklace and place it on the bathroom sink. I didn’t even bother putting pants on, I was just going to crawl into bed after I took my good night medicine.

I get everything set up and this time, I don’t even bother using my belt; I’m able to find a vein, and I sigh with relief as the familiar burn flows through me like a current. I lean my back against the foot of the bed, my head lulling to the side and a smile graces my lips.

I feel my dick get hard, and I close my eyes, gently rubbing my hand over the tip, gasping softly. You suddenly are on my mind; it almost scares me into stopping, but I don’t. I picture the last time we had made love; how you were the most beautiful thing on the planet to me, and that you were mine. I imagine you in front of me now, your eyes gazing into my soul as your lips go against mine. I groan as I pump harder on my dick, biting my lower lip. I let my hands travel down in between your legs, feeling your wetness all over my fingers as I pinch your clit and you moan loudly. I kiss your beautiful breasts, swirling my tongue around your nipple, sucking gently as you tremble beneath me, your hands fisting my hair.

I tremble and groan, pumping faster. “Fuuuuck.”

I move my mouth down to your clit and I move my tongue in circles, tracing your hole like a pretty picture. You taste so good, so sweet and mmmm, how I miss this. I get you to cum, and once the overstimulation has settled down with with you, I slowly push my myself inside you. I grip your hips, thrusting in an out and I can already imagine you clenching around me, another orgasm building inside you. Our moans are a collection of harmonies and I feel tingles in my lower belly. My head falling back in pleasure as a guttural moan escapes me.

I pump faster, groaning as I feel my orgasm about to explode out of me, just picturing you screaming my name was enough for me to cum. A throaty broken moan escapes me and my cum drizzles down my hand as I gently slow down my fist.

I let out a breath, slowly laying my back on the carpeted floor. My chest heaving and I smile. Being high, and having an orgasm was something so out of this world that I can’t even begin to explain. It made me crave it more, it made me crave you more and I haven’t thought about you in such a long time. It had been years, over a decade. A dull ache hits the center of my chest and I sit up quickly. I search for the needle like a mad man, knowing I have some more left in the chamber. The ache gets bigger, and I begin to panic. No no no no no no no. I don’t want to feel this. I can’t feel it. It’s too much. It’s all too much. I find the needle rolled under the bed, and I was right. There was about 2 ml left in the syringe; enough to make me go night night.

I fucking nick myself getting the needle into a different vein, I had missed it and ended up just stabbing a piece of muscle. Once I had collected myself, I was able to re position the needle, and push the rest of the drugs into my system. I let out a deep sigh once the ache in the center of my chest disappears and I’m back to feeling nothing except this immediate euphoria that makes me feel like I can do anything and everything.

It made me feel immortal. Spoon full of sugar...

You and I had walked down to the duck pond together a few days later, it was the 22nd of December; the sun was out, but it was chilly. I had just finished telling you about my fight with Gareth after the show in Atlanta. You were so compassionate about us and had listened with such care that I was shocked. I was certain you would’ve run away from me the moment I told you about the heroin. You didn’t, you just held my hand as I told you, hooking our arms together as we walked on. I gaze at you, wondering why you were so goddamn kind all the time. Especially to me.

We end up walking to the same neighborhood where you were house sitting for your aunt; it wasn’t too far from my condo, maybe ten minutes. You gaze up at me and smile.

“Wanna come in? It’s getting cold, I have hot cocoa and Home Alone in the DVD player.” You tell me and I smile at you; it was getting cold, and it sounded nice to get warm. I nod and follow you up the stone steps into your aunt’s apartment. The building was nice, it reminded me of a little hotel we stayed at in London a few years ago.

I peel my jacket off as we get inside, hanging it up on the hook. I roll up my sleeves on my black shirt and watch as you make your way to the fireplace in the middle of the living room. You squat down, using a long lighter to get the logs lit, and sit back on your heels, closing the small doors. It gets warmer in the apartment, and you gently squeeze my hand as you walk by me into the kitchen. A shiver goes down my spine after you touch me, like my body had forgotten how soft your hands were, how delicate you’d be.

I sigh, sitting on the couch, careful not to knock anything over with my long legs. You come back out with two mugs of the hot cocoa, gently placing one in front of me. You sit next to me, curling your legs under you and you start the movie. We didn’t even watch the movie, we just talked most of the time.

“I know there is probably a lot more to the story, but when you got sober, did you want to get sober, or were you essentially forced to?” You ask me gently and I turn to you, resting my elbow on my knee.

I sigh. “No. I didn’t want to get sober, I was forced to, but they kept reminding me that I was an adult, I could leave the program if I wanted to. I could also spend a few weeks in jail if I didn’t at least start a program. Eventually, I found myself wanting to be there, and that’s why I have six months under my belt. The mandatory therapy is a struggle though.” I sip the cocoa and place it down on the table.

“Why?” You ask me.

I chuckle, staring into your eyes. “I don’t like talking about my shit.”

“Well, you’re talking about it with me.” You say with a smirk, and I let out a laugh.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. You’re different though, you’ve known me your whole life. My poor therapist is paid to listen to me.” I sigh and look into your eyes. “I guess I should give her a chance.”

“I mean, it wouldn’t hurt. I’m sure there’s things you’re purposely not telling me right now.” You say, leaning your head on your palm, giving me a sweet smile. I stare at your face, your beautiful, sweet face. Your eyes dart from my lips to my eyes again, and I see the familiar curiosity in them. You sigh, placing the mug on the table. “There’s something I have to talk to you about.”

My heart does a little back flip, but I wait patiently. You stare at your hands, fingering the rings on your right hand, and I could tell your hands were shaking. You meet my eyes, and I can see yours are already filling with tears.

“I won’t blame you if you want to leave after this, because it’s something for the last fifteen years that still gives me a lot of emotions and,” you sniffle back tears. “I don’t regret it, but it still hurts.”

I gently take your hand, entwining are friends. “Sweetheart, you can tell me.”

You meet my eyes and give me a sad smile. “A few weeks after you…left. I started feeling sick, and I found out I was pregnant.” My breath is locked in my throat, but I place my other hand over yours, squeezing you gently. “I didn’t…I couldn’t keep it. I was so young, I was still in college and…trust me, the thought of having a baby had crossed my mind, especially with someone I loved. But it would just be me…and I couldn’t, I couldn’t do that to them. Selfishly, I couldn’t do that to myself.” You begin to cry, your lips trembling as you shake your head. “I’m so sorry, Eddie.”

I cup your face, staring deeply into your eyes. “You don’t have to explain anything to me, you got that? I don’t blame you for that. That was your decision to make, and I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. I’m sorry for all of it.”

You shake your head and more tears flow from your eyes. “Why did you leave me?”

My eyes widen at your question, it’s been a question I’ve been trying to avoid since seeing you, but I’d be stupid to not realize it was gonna come up eventually. But I still can’t answer you. “I…”

You shake your head and laugh. “It doesn’t even matter, it doesn’t even fucking matter.” You pull away from me, moving yourself off the couch and wiping your face. You stare at me, your eyes full of hurt and pain, how desperately I just want to grab you, kiss you, taste you and tell you that everything was going to be okay, that I was here now, but the words were stuck in my throat. “I shouldn’t have written you that letter, I should’ve just left it alone like I have been for so many years. But everywhere I look, I see you. Cover of magazines, on the television, on the fucking internet. I avoided you for so long and then, your dreams came true. And I mean it when I say that I’m so proud of you, because I am, but I don’t know what I was thinking, having us see each other. Having us talk about the past.”

I stare at you, trying to process everything, trying to understand. “You wanted me here.” I say softly.

“I know, and I’m an idiot for wasting your time.” You cross your arms over your chest, and I feel myself getting angry.

I scoff, shaking my head. “So, what is this then? You bringing me back to your aunt’s house? Making me hot cocoa like we’re back to fucking normal? What did you think you were gonna get out of this?”

“Answers! Something, I don’t know!” You yell at me. “You’re telling me all about your drug addiction and your rift with the band, but you’re not telling me why. Why was heroin your saving grace? Why was that the only thing that made you happy? Why after so many years you can’t just talk about the deep-rooted issues that you have inside you? Why was it so hard for you to love and want to be loved?”

I’m standing up now, your eyes dig into my soul, and I hate how well you still fucking see me. “You think I didn’t love you? Is that what this is?”

“You never gave me a reason to think that you ever did!”

“I loved you!” I scream at you. “I loved you so much that’s why I left!” It’s out of my mouth so fast I don’t even have a second to breathe before I realize what I just said. My eyes are wide as I stare at yours. You look like you did when I left you, and I can’t handle this again. “This was a mistake. I’m sorry.”

I grab my jacket and head towards the door.

“Eddie, where are you going?” You sound so hurt, I bite my lip, feeling my own tears forming in my eyes, I look back at you. “I’m sorry.”

And I leave, again. Because that’s all I know to do.

I run down her steps, wiping the tears off my face and the bitter cold stings my cheeks. I start running; I let myself take me wherever, I pass the street to my condo, I catch a glimpse of the Christmas lights downtown. And I stop running, I’m standing in front of a bar.

A spoonful of sugar makes the medicine… I did too much, I realize as I’m trying to crawl towards my hotel bed from the bathroom. I grip the blanket, awkwardly pulling myself up onto the bed. I search the bed for my phone; and I grab it with weak hands. My vision was going in and out, and I scroll down my contact list for Ted, my manager’s name. I could’ve just called 911, but why would I do that when Ted has an endless supply of Narcan in his suitcase? I should just keep a few in my own suitcase; but this usually never happens. I think I just wanted to feel less and less tonight, I don’t know why. If I die, it’s on me, I lived a good life, but I really don’t want to die, so I’ll settle for this.

I dial Ted, he can barely hear me because my voice is so slow, and I’m nodding out. He always has a spare key card for this exact situation, he was a good manager, I hate that I have to manipulate him to save my life.

I don’t remember losing consciousness; I just remember seeing Ted’s face above mine, and the vomit hitting the back of my throat as I throw myself off the bed. Ted pushes a trash bucket under my head as I heave out everything and anything that was in my system. I sit back on my heels, wiping my face, my head lulls forward and I force myself to keep my eyes open.

“Jesus, kid, how much did you do?” He glances around the hotel room, sees my supply on the bathroom sink.

“I don’t know.” I mutter, getting to my feet, my legs are shaking as I stumble into the bathroom. I find the needle I used, and glance at it; there was nothing in there. Most of it was now in the trash can and swimming through my veins. I splash cold water on my face and grip the sink in front of me. I fix my eyes on myself, my face looks gaunt, like I saw the reaper for five minutes and came back. My curls were sticking to my face, my eyes were…

My eyes looked dead.

I place my hand over my chest, not feeling the necklace underneath and I begin to panic, it wasn’t where I normally put it. Ted stares at me with his mouth wide open as I’m tearing apart the bed, going through the drawers, trying to find my necklace. I’m screaming obscenities, and when I’m about to give up, I feel the necklace in my back pocket. I plop on the floor, clenching it in my hand, I look up at Ted. “What?”

“I think you should go to the hospital, make sure you’re fully okay.” He tells me and I glare at him. He was in his pajamas, plaid bottoms, a dark grey t shirt. His wedding ring glistens in the light, and his dark blonde hair hung in loose waves at his shoulders. He was only in his mid-fifties, but because of me, he looked thirty years older than that. I don’t know why he still wears his wedding ring; she left him months ago.

“No hospital, I’m fine.” I mutter, looking back at the necklace in my hand. “Thank you.”

He sighs. “You’re not fine, Eddie. Do you know how many narcans I used to bring you back just now? Four. That’s more than half of what I have.”

“Good thing you had them then.” I say, not meeting his eyes.

“One of these days I won’t.” He says sharply and I finally meet his eyes.

“What does that mean?” I ask, my high still buzzing in my veins but I’m already itching for another shot.

“It means I’m not doing this anymore.” He sighs. “You’re like a son to me, Eddie. I’m tired of watching you slowly kill yourself.”

I laugh and shake my head. “I’m not gonna sit hear and listen to your sad story about how much you love me and how if I died it would devastate you.”

“It would!” He yells at me. “Jesus, kid. Do you even hear yourself?”

“Yeah, I do. How could you love someone that slowly kills themselves every day? It’s better not to.” I find a vile of cocaine in my front pocket, this will take the edge of, and I do a little bump. I sniffle back the drugs. “Trust me.”

Ted stares hard at me and shakes his head. “Pull yourself together the next two days, we leave for Portland on Monday.” He stands up, and I don’t bother watching him leave. I hear the door shut behind him and I lean my head against the wall, breathing deeply. I put the necklace over my head and tuck it into my shirt. It’s easier to just push people away, but it’s hard because you have to see these people every day, and these people watch your every move.

It never used to be like this; I loved my life. I loved getting on stage, singing our songs, watching the eyes of my brothers light up whenever we’d hear the roar of the crowd. It had been almost ten years of this life, and I loved every minute of it. But I still felt something was missing. I tried to fill it with sex, I tried to fill with alcohol, but nothing and I mean nothing would work.

Then one night, we’re at a party. It was the house of one of the bands we went on tour with a few years ago, I won’t say names, but it wouldn’t surprise many people. I got introduced to heroin that night, the bass player had a stash and had been snorting it all night. Once I let it fill my airways and I vomited everywhere, I felt the most beautiful feeling in the world. I fell in love with it, but after that night I swore I would only do it during parties. That was a big lie, because then I learned how to shoot it. Whoever I was with that time, I don’t even remember, I had them do it for me because I was too scared of needles, and I didn’t want to mess up. Once the drugs filled my veins it was all fucking over for me. I was hooked. I was more than in love. It became something that I would time in my head when to take, it was my medicine. Every thought that held onto pain, guilt, grief and madness, that all fizzled away once I learned how to do that, there was no going back for me. I’ve been shooting heroin for two years, and Gareth just found out about it. I’m a good liar, and I’m good at hiding shit.

I get up on my feet, stumbling into the wall slightly, and I throw myself on the bed. My arm stung where I had stuck myself, I must’ve missed a vein again. I was getting sloppy, I was rushing too much, I needed to slow down.

I hear myself chuckle. Eddie Munson, slowing down? When pigs fly.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

I sit at the bar, twirling a Diet Coke in my hands, I watch the ice cube move around, my heart was still racing. I had a sponsor I could call, but it was the holidays, I didn’t want to disrupt his peace. The place was crowded, it usually is this time of year. All the college kids were home for the holidays, vacations started for most people. I knew I shouldn’t have opened that letter; I knew it would’ve opened so many doors that I wasn’t ready to walk through yet. But seeing you, it awoken something in me that I forgot about, that I have kept buried for over a decade.

Yes, I loved you. I loved you so much that it hurt to breathe. You were there for me when my dad went to prison, you were there for me when I would cry about my mom, about certain things I would remember. She was a distant memory now, a storybook character that almost seems fictional at this point. But it hurt to love you, it made it easier to just leave because then I couldn’t get hurt.

That’s so fucked up.

I’m fucked up.

I’m so fucked up.

Why the fuck can’t I just make myself be happy?

I’m thirty-four fucking years old, I should be married with children. I should be married to you! But no, I’d rather just kill myself with dope then be a goddamn human.

I groan into my Diet Coke, and the bartender looks at me. I ask her for another one, I needed the bubbles. I don’t want to drink, drinking was never an issue, but it became one when I’d over do it because then I’d want to do something more.

I feel a presence behind me, and I feel my guts fall into my asshole. My old dealer. What the fuck was he doing here?

“Fancy seeing you here.” He smiles at me, sitting down on the stool next to me. I stare at him; the words are stuck in my throat. “Oh, I live here now, if that’s what you’re wondering.” His eyes still held that dirtbag energy behind them, and he radiated egomaniac. I always hated him, but he supplied me the good shit and he made a profit off of me. When I didn’t have the money on me, he’d give me the drugs in other ways, ways that would benefit him. “You know, you were one of my best customers. Shame that’s no more.”

I ignore him, sipping my Diet Coke. My hands begin to shake, and he notices this, smiling. He brings his mouth to my ear. “All you have to do is ask, baby boy.”

I shiver at his words. Why was I scared? I didn’t want any. I just wanted a second's peace to my fucking self and this asshole has to come disrupt that. I turn my head to look at him and I smile at him. “Yeah? That’s all I have to do? Well, why don’t you get up off that stool, and get the fuck out of my face?”

He stares at me, and his eyes narrow. “Your loss, baby.” He winks at me as he walks away, and I let out out a breath that I’ve been holding in. I take my jacket off the back of my seat and throw it over my shoulders and rush out of the bar. I feel my legs buckle and I have to go down a small alley. I slide down to my butt and I feel the panic rising in my throat and the hot tears sting my eyes. I begin to hyperventilate, and I touch my pockets, seeing if I had brought my lorazepam, but of course I didn’t. He was right next to me, he had everything I wanted in his pockets, and I told him to fuck off. So, why do I feel like this? Why do I feel like I did something wrong? I groan loudly, wiping the tears from my eyes.

“You’re okay. You’re okay.” I tell myself, quickly finding my cigarettes and lighting up. I let the smoke fill my lungs and I let out a shaky breath. I inhale deeply and slowly let out a breath. I begin to shiver; it was so cold back here. I felt like if I were to stand, I’d go back in that bar and I’d find him. I’d rather freeze to death out here then die with a needle in my arm.

That’s funny, cause six months ago I would’ve rather have been dead with a needle in my arm, then be alive in a world without drugs. I stay here in this alley for what feels like hours, my legs were numb, my hands were freezing. My teeth were chattering, and I wouldn’t be surprised if my lips were blue. I need to move; I need to get my blood flowing again. I needed to stop feeling so fucking bad for myself and just fucking move.

So, I get up, I stumble against the brick wall, trying to get feeling back into my limbs and I walk. I walk and walk until I see the familiar stone steps, and I keep walking until I’m inside. It was so much warmer in here. I don’t even know what fucking time it is; I knock anyway. My teeth were still chattering, and I was so, so cold.

You open the door and your face falls when you see the sight of me. “Oh my god.”

“I’m s-sorry. I just…” I begin to cry and you come towards me, pulling me towards the fireplace, pulling a blanket from the back of the couch, taking off my jacket, draping it over my shoulders. “I just had to walk somewhere. My-my old dealer was at the bar…I didn’t drink, I didn’t buy anything off of him, but he tempted me. And I wanted to, but I didn’t. I didn’t use.”

Your arms rub my back and shoulders, as I still shiver. “Jesus Eddie, you’re freezing.”

“I’m sorry I’m here, I know you don’t want me here…but I don’t think I can be alone tonight. I have no one else…I’m sorry.” I sniffle, wiping the snot from my nose.

“Shhhhh.” You say to me, pulling my body into yours, your warmth already making me feel better as I rest my head on your chest. “I got you.”

“I’m sorry.” I cry, gripping the back of your sweater. “I’m sorry.”

You rock me gently, holding me tightly as I let every single feeling I have kept buried inside me flow out of me with my tears. My chest hurts as I sob, my throat felt like it was on fire, and I hold onto your waist for dear life.

The fire feels nice against my skin, and I pull back to look at you. You stare at me with tears in your eyes; my hand goes to touch your face, my vision still slightly blurred. You shiver as my ringed fingers curl behind your hair and your fingers clench my jacket. Your mouth is on mine before I could even blink; I can taste your tears with my own and I carefully lick your lips with my tongue, and you open your mouth with no hesitation. Your hands fist my hair, and you push yourself onto my lap, kissing me with such urgency that causes me to groan against your mouth and I hold onto your hips. It was just like I remembered, how everytime your lips molded into mine I would feel a jolt of energy course through my veins. The blanket falls off my shoulders as I lean back on the floor, taking you with me. You straddle me, your hair drapes over me like a satin curtain and you roll your hips into mine. The friction causing the both of us to moan; it took that sound from the both of us to realize what we were doing, and you pull quickly away from my lips. I sit up, and you stare at me, your lips swollen, your eyes wide.

“I’m sorry.” I say quietly, running my hands over my mouth. “I don’t have to stay here.”

“No, no it’s fine.” You shake your head, looking into my eyes, your hair a wild mess. “I don’t want you to be alone. My aunt has a spare bedroom, you can sleep there.”

I nod at you, swallowing hard, bringing the blanket up around my shoulders, staring at my hands. “Thank you.”

You nod, smiling softly at me and you gently pat my hand. “You didn’t cave, you’re still sober.”

I nod. “I know.”

You get up from the floor and help me to my feet. We stare at each other for a few moments, and you walk towards one of the closets. I watch as you take out a blanket and a pillow, you hand them to me, and I stare at your face. “I didn’t…I didn’t stop lo…”

“The spare room is next to the bathroom.” You tell me quietly and I nod, sighing deeply, heading to the spare room.

The room was small, but it had such a cozy feel to it, I felt like I was in a hallmark movie. The bedding was a soft quilt, there were little nick knacks on the walls, some creepy looking porcelain dolls but other than that, it was cute. The bed was comfortable too, spacious and wide. We didn’t say goodnight to each other, I think we just assumed we both went to bed. I felt my body temperature go back to normal; I took off my t shirt and my socks and shoes. I didn’t mind sleeping in my jeans. I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling; I can’t believe I kissed you. I can’t believe you kissed me back. I shouldn’t have done it; but I needed to feel something else, something warm. I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore.

You sit on the end of your bed, running your hands through your hair, and sighing loudly. Your lips felt numb from where he kissed you, so many years of trying to forget how it felt to be kissed by him, how it felt to taste him again. It was stupid of you to think that that wouldn’t happen. It was stupid of you to kiss him when he was that vulnerable. He feels safe with you, that you know for sure. Even after all these years. He said he left because he loved you; what does that even mean, you wonder? Why was he so afraid of love? It was the two of you since you were three years old, best friends who went through everything together. First kiss together, you lost your virginity to each other, and were inseparable until he left.

He broke you, and it wasn’t even because you were in love with him. He took your friendship, and spit on it the second he left. He took years of comfort and wiping away tears and flushed it. You had a right to be angry.

You needed to know why. Why was it so scary to love you? Your bare feet hit the carpet on the room you’re in and you swing open your door, ready to wake him up and demand answers, but you don’t, because he’s standing right in front of you. Your hands are already pulling him towards you before he can open his mouth, and his hands were ready to catch you when you jump up and wrap both your legs around his waist, kissing him deeply. You moan against his mouth, feeling the rush of adrenaline as his ringed fingers caress your bare skin under your night shirt. His hands grip your ass as you both fall onto the bed, his tongue dances with yours, your hands fist his hair, and he lets out a broken moan when your hands rub his erection through his jeans. He holds your face, pushing himself against you, pulling away to bite your lip gently. His lips travel to your neck, you gasp when you feel his teeth nip down on the spot below your ear. You caress his shoulders, your fingers clench at his back muscles and you feel his hand travel under your shirt, cupping your full breast in his hand, pinching your nipple, getting you to moan loudly. His mouth finds yours again, still gently tugging at your nipple and grinding against your soaking pussy. He groans softly, pulling himself back to stare at your face, he traces circles down your belly, over the elastic of your underwear and pulls them down. He doesn’t break eye contact with you as you feel his two fingers slide into your cunt and your head falls back in pleasure. His mouth falls open as he watches you, pushing his fingers deeper.

You gasp, your back arching. “Unghh my god…Eddie.”

“I missed this.” The tone of his voice is full of so much eroticism, you almost scream. He uses his other hand to pull up your shirt, smiling when he sees the tattoo he loves, and he lowers his head down, licking your skin, tasting every inch. You shudder beneath him as he continues to lick and suck around your naval. He spots your sternum tattoo; it sat beautifully between your breasts, peaking out above your cleavage and ending at the natural curve of your breasts. He pulls your shirt over your head with one hand, thrusting his fingers in and out of you still with the other. His big brown eyes meet yours, and he licks a stripe all the way up from your naval, in between your breasts and takes your nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. A loud moan escapes you, and you can’t help but rock your hips with the movement of his fingers. He removes his fingers, leaning up to kiss you passionately. And he turns you over with one swift motion, getting you on your knees. Your face is smushed against the pillow and you gasp, feeling his tongue lap at your hole, before sucking on your clit. He eats you out from behind, his mouth devoured you like you were a midnight snack, and his fingers glide back into you. You grip the bed sheet under you, groaning loudly as his tongue swirls around your clit, sucking and biting gently.

“Mmmmm unnnnnghh, Eddie.” You gasp and you hear his moan vibrate against your cunt.

“Tastes just like how I remember.” He coos against you. “So sweet.”

You cry out when he finger fucks the life out of you, his delicate fingers hitting that perfect spot and you feel the build up in your lower belly as your orgasm approaches.

He flicks out his tongue, rolling it around the little nub of nerves and whimpers, feeling you clench around his fingers. “Come on, sweetheart. I know you’ve been waiting for this, cum for me. Mmmm that’s it baby, fuuuck, there you go, come on.”

The sound of his voice is so hot, it sends you into a fucking whirlwind and you’re cumming hard all over his fingers. He gently kisses your ass cheek, slowly pumping in and out of you as you scream out the rest of your orgasm. Your entire body shaking, convulsing, and you didn’t want it to end. You roll to your back, your chest heaving, and you sit up, pulling his mouth towards yours, pushing your tongue in his mouth, tasting the sweetness of you and he grips your thigh tightly. Your hands unbuckle his jeans and pull them off, of course he was going commando, you thought. You grip his hard cock in your hand and pump your fist down it and he moans against your mouth. His curly hair tickles your chin as he buries his face in the crook of your neck as you pump him faster, slapping the tip of his cock on your clit. He whimpers, his moans echo against your skin and you line him up against your opening. You felt fucking filthy, but you wanted him, craved him.

He pulls back to look at your face, gently moving your hair out of your face, running his thumb along your lower lip.

“Are you sure?” He whispers to you, gently moving his lips against yours. You nod, cupping his face in your hand.

“I wanna feel you.” You whisper to him. “I wanna feel all of you.”

His eyes dart from your eyes to your mouth, he kisses you softly and you both moan as he pushes himself inside you easily; you were so wet. You hold onto his waist as he leans up on his palms, thrusting himself into you, his eyes flutter close, and he grunts loudly. He grips your thigh painfully, hooking your leg around his waist, moving faster. You cry out, your nails scraping down his back as he rolls his hips, his breath hot against your throat. You feel him tremble above you, and he whimpers. You pull his face towards yours, staring into his eyes as he continues his rhythm.

“Ugggunngh fuck sweetheart.” He moans, pushing his mouth against yours, kissing you hungrily. Your mouth opens his in a loud moan, that sends him in into a whirlwind and he slams into you harder.

“Ooohhh…oh…unghhh…Eddie…”

“Scream for me, sweetheart. Unnnnngh, I wanna hear you scream.” His mouth falls open in pleasure, his movements slowing down and you clench around him, holding onto his shoulders for dear life as you orgasm, screaming out his name, your sounds were music to his ears and he holds your waist, riding the orgasm with you when he feels his reach the surface and he’s moaning so loud, you swore you had awoken a beast within him as he cums inside you, a warmth settling in between your legs as he slows his thrusts, swallowing hard as he rests his head against your chest.

You both lay there catching your breath, not saying a word to each other. He lifts his face up to yours, gently caressing your face, and kissing you sweetly.

The sun was bright as I open my eyes in a squint. Was that the sun? My eyes adjust and I try to see out the window from where I lay; it has snowed, was still actively snowing and the sun was trying to make its way through the clouds. I feel your warmth next to me and I turn to you, your back is to me, your hair drapes over your back and onto your face. I trace the outline of your arm with my finger, going over the curve of your waist, your hips. I lean forward and kiss your shoulder gently, your neck. You stir, groaning pleasantly as you turn towards me, your eyes still closed, and you bury your face into my chest, your hands were cool against my waist and I shudder, laughing a little.

“Morning.” I whisper to you, gently moving your hair out of your face.

“Mmm.” You mumble. “Did you sleep okay?” Your voice is hoarse, and I kiss the top of your head.

“Like a baby.” I tell you, wrapping my arms around your waist. Last night was the most comfortable I had slept in months, and I didn’t remember my nightmares, which was a first.

“I can make us breakfast.” You say, opening your eyes, squinting at the bright light. “I need eggs.”

“Uhh, I don’t think we’re going anywhere anytime soon.” I laugh and you sit up, scooting yourself off the bed. I watch as you go to the window and peak out, laughing to myself at how little you cared that strangers could potentially see your naked body.

“Holy shit. That’s a lot of snow.” You laugh, turning to me. “I don’t think the plows have come down; I can’t even drive you home.”

“I’m in no rush to go anywhere.” I tell you sweetly, putting my arm behind my head. You smile at me, blushing when you realize you’re naked and you pull a blanket over your shoulders. I sit up; gently reaching towards you and grip your waist. You lean down and kiss my forehead, enveloping me in the blanket. I kiss the spot above your belly button and look up at you. “I appreciate you having me stay…not that I’m your responsibility but, thank you.”

Your fingers curl through my hair, sighing as you stare at me. “I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I didn’t and something happened. Even being so angry at you, I can’t stomach it.”

I gently caress your sides, staring deep into your eyes. “I owe you an apology. A big one.” You place your hands gently on my shoulders, waiting for me to continue. “I’ve been fucked up for a long time. Even before the drugs. The drugs were just an escape from how dark I was feeling on the inside. I felt like nothing could make me happy…except you. You were this big bright light in my life, my whole life, and I…” I sigh, my throat aches as I swallow back tears. “I was afraid that if I allowed that happiness into my life, it would be taken away from me like everything else. That you would see who I truly was on the inside and would hate me for it. So, I took the easy way out, I thought I was saving you years of regret and dealing with my bull shit but when in reality, it was like I pulled the trigger of a gun and blew my own head off. Because leaving you was one of the stupidest things I could’ve done. And I promise, if you let me, I will spend the rest of my life doing everything I can to show you how sorry I am. I never stopped loving you. I have been so close to death this last year more times than I can count, and I think the universe only brought me back because of you. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to continue to teeter on life and death anymore and I never thought those words would come out of me.”

A tear falls down your cheek, but you smile, and I wipe it away, cupping your face. “I love you. I love you so much it fucking hurts, but I need to let it in. I need to feel it, because if I don’t, I’m just another foot deeper in the grave.”

You sniffle back tears, gently running your thumb over my lips, my hair. “I love you too. I never stopped either, as much as I wanted to.”

I kiss the spot between your breasts and meet your eyes. “You can tell me to fuck off, and I’ll leave because I’ll feel better knowing that at least you knew that I did love you and I still love you.”

Both of your hands grip my face, and you smile, shaking your head. “I will probably still tell you to fuck off, because it’s us and even fifteen years later I’m pretty sure you still know how to get under my skin.” We both laugh. “But I’m never letting you go again. That’s a promise.”

My hand goes up to touch your face, my other hand grips the spot under your breast, and you lean down, gently pressing your lips to mine. I hold your face, opening your mouth with mine, tasting you. I move my lips to your tummy, gently kissing your skin. You shudder softly and I move my hands to your thighs, my eyes fix on yours as I kiss above your naval. I graze the tips of my fingers along your clit and your head falls back, the blanket falls from your shoulders. I palm you gently and a soft moan escapes you.

“Not…fair…” you breathe out. “It’s your turn.” You say to me, and you press your lips to mine hungrily. I wrap my arms around your waist and groan when your hand goes to my cock, rubbing it gently. I get hard immediately, and you pull away from me. You give me a smirk and kneel in front of me. I lean back on my palms, watching you. As soon as I feel your mouth touch my tip, my head falls back, and a loud groan escapes me. You move your tongue along my shaft, taking me into your mouth, cupping my balls.

“Unnnnghhh, fuck. Oh my…unnngn.” I groan out, gripping onto your hair; your moan vibrates my cock and I tremble. I whimper like a fucking dog, it feels so good; I haven’t felt anything like this in so long, it feels almost foreign to me. Your tongue swirls around my tip, and you suck, your mouth coming off my cock with a pop. I groan again, I make myself look at you, and watch as you take my cock so beautifully. You stare up at me with those eyes, those fucking eyes. The ones that see right through me, the ones that see me, the ones that are so filled with desire I try my best not to explode in your mouth. You open your mouth wider, slapping my cock against your tongue, a choked moan escapes me that I can’t even control. A heavy breath escapes me, and my eyes flutter close. I feel my orgasm building in my belly; I feel my abdominal muscles clench as you continue to torment me with your mouth. A smile graces my lips and I gasp. “Ohhh, ohhh fuck…mmmmohhh my god, sweetheart. I’m gonna cum…I…”Something wild growls out of me, and my whole body convulses, and I’m almost yelling. I cum so hard I swear I can see stars; you’re still sucking me off, swallowing me whole. I fall back against the bed, my chest heaving, my vision blurred, and a laugh full of pure joy escapes me. You crawl your way up to my face and I open my eyes slowly to look at you. You’re smiling that beautiful smile, your lips are swollen, your chin is covered in saliva and parts of me. I hold your face in my hand, feeling drunk, feeling fucking high and I kiss you, tasting myself, tasting you as our tongues fight for dominance. I’m getting hard again, and all I want is to be inside you; I want to feel every inch of your walls, I want to squeeze that beautiful ass of yours as you ride me. It was like you read my mind, because you lower yourself so delicately until I’m fully inside you, feeling every beautiful inch of you. A sweet, soft moan escapes your lungs, and you lean back, staring in my eyes as you roll your hips against my pelvis. I grip your ass, rocking you against me faster, pushing myself into you. Our noises are a collective harmony of beautiful breaths and moans, I watch as your beautiful breasts bounce as you rock me so fast. I take one in my hand, pinching your nipple and groaning, feeling like I was in a fucking porno. I watch you move; how beautiful you look, how I’m pretty sure you were carved out of stardust in the fucking heavens and brought down to Earth; I couldn’t believe you were real.

Six months ago, I was in a jail cell, bleeding from my nose, my mouth, my hands, detoxing from heroin, after overdosing for the third time, waiting for death because my life was over. And somehow, after all that, I made it back to you.

Go down, medicine, go down… I don’t even know where I am right now; is it my hotel room? Or someone else’s? There are only a few soft lights coming from the room, I can hear someone else breathing, but I can’t see them. We had just finished the Portland show, but I don’t even remember it ending. I’m sitting on the floor; just staring off into space. I feel clammy, my hair is sticking to me, and my arm is stinging. I move my head to the side. It feels heavier than normal. There’s a rubber tourniquet wrapped tightly around my arm, and the needle is just resting against my forearm. I wince, pulling it out of my skin and undoing the tourniquet. It takes me a few tries to get to my feet, I use the wall as support to lift my body up. I’m still in my clothes, so I didn’t fuck anybody I don’t think. I hear muffled voices coming from outside the door, I think I’m in a bedroom. I pull my phone out of my pocket and turn the flashlight on. There’s a woman on the bed, passed out, she was fully naked, lying next to a glass mirror of white powder. I shine my light to her face; her eyelids squeeze just a little and I breathe a sigh of relief when I see that she’s still breathing. I pull the blanket over her shoulders to protect her modesty, so sweet right?? I scoff at myself. Nope, still an asshole. I open the door to the bedroom and squint from the bright overhead light. No one even notices me walk through, there were tons of people in this one little loft apartment. An eclectic group of people; goths, metalheads, nerds, Abercrombie chicks and dudes, LGBTQ+, junkies, druggies, ravers.

Where the fuck was I?

I find an unopened beer and pop the cap off with my teeth, chugging the whole thing, stumbling awkwardly and dropping the empty bottle in the lap of a couple making out on the couch. I’m able to find the door to leave, and I feel blessed when the sudden quiet envelopes me like a blanket. My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I answer it without even looking to see who it is.

“Yeah?” I mumble.

“Dude, where the fuck are you?” It was Jeff.

“Honestly, man. I have no fucking idea.” I wince when I bend my left arm. Damn, I really fucked myself up tonight.

“Ted’s losing his mind, he thinks you’re dead in a ditch somewhere. What do you want me to tell him?” He sounds a little drunk himself, and I want to roll my eyes, Ted needs to stop worrying.

“Nothing, I’ll call him.” I say, my head lulling to the wall behind me. Fuck I feel good. I hang up the phone and scroll until I find Ted’s name.

“Jesus Christ, Eddie! You’ve been missing for three fucking hours!” Ted yells into the phone, and I feel a little bad hearing the worry in his voice. “Where the hell are you?”

“I don’t know, some fucking house party.” I make my way down the stairs to the outside; it was fucking freezing out. I feel snot hit the back of my throat and I force myself to hawk a giant spit ball out of my lungs. I look up and down the street, I’m in some quiet neighborhood. “I’m in Portland somewhere.”

“No shit, Sherlock.” He sighs and I swear I hear his eyes roll to the back of his head. “Send me your location, I’ll come get you.”

I hang up and text him my location, I sit on the sidewalk. I feel fucked up again; my head lulls between my legs and I gasp awake and find a cigarette in my pocket. I light it up, letting the smoke fill my lungs and I’m nodding out again. A loud honk of the car horn snaps me awake and I squint at the headlights in front of me.

“Prick.” I mutter, awkwardly getting to my feet as I see Ted’s silhouette come out the driver's seat. He looks pissed, and I can’t help but smile.

“Get in the car, fucking dickhead.” He says, inhaling deeply on his cigarette.

“Whoa, daddy’s mad.” I say, stumbling backwards and collect myself, opening his driver side door. I slip into the seat and shut the door. Ted comes in, slams the door and I feel his hand slap me hard on the back of the head. “Ow! Jesus, what the fuck was that for?!”

“For being a fucking moron.” He speeds away from the sidewalk, and flies down the side street, following directions to the highway. I rub the back of my head, lighting up a cigarette.

“You didn’t have to pick me up.” I say to him.

“Of course, I did. Eddie, it’s negative zero outside, you’re high out of your mind. You think I’m gonna leave you stranded?” He says, quietly.

“You should’ve. Would’ve saved you the grief.” I mutter.

“Do you want to die, Eddie?” He almost yells at me. “Is that what you want?”

I stare at the side of his face; his jaw was clenched, and I swear I see tears in his eyes. “No. I don’t want to die.”

“You sure about that?”

“I don’t want to die, Ted! I just want to fucking live in peace.” I yell at him, flicking my cigarette out the window.

“What about us?!” He shouts, turning left and my shoulder hits the door panel. “What about your fucking family who loves you!? Do you think we want to continue watching you kill yourself?”

“So don’t!” I scream back at him. “Leave! Like everyone else in my life! What the fuck is stopping you?!"

He peels into the parking lot of the Holiday Inn where we were staying and puts the car in park. His hands are gripping the steering wheel in a white-knuckle grip. I see tears pour from his eyes and I have to look away from him. I feel a sharp pain in my chest; I need another shot; I need it to get rid of this fucking pain. I pat myself down, looking for a needle, or more drugs, I had to have some, there’s no way I did it all.

“What are you doing?” He asks me.

I begin to panic, digging into my pockets, trying to find something, anything. “I can’t sit in here with you when you’re like this, I can’t look at you and hear your fucking worries and see your tears, I’m gonna fucking lose my mind.”

I find a needle hidden deep in my jacket pocket, a new one, still capped, and I find the drugs in a baggy next to it.

“No.” Ted says, grabbing my wrists, pulling the needle out of my hand and my drugs, I try to wrestle with him, but I’m way too fucked up and too weak to try. “You are not shooting up right next to me! Are you out of your fucking mind?!”

I can feel the rage in my veins, my eyes are wide, and I can feel myself trembling. “Give it back to me.”

“No.” He places everything in his pockets.

“Teddy, I swear to fucking god I will break your fucking nose, give it back to me!” I yell at him; my fists clenching, my chest heaving. This man was like a fucking father to me, and I was ready to throw hands with him.

He laughs and I wanna scream. “Do you hear yourself?”

“Shut up.” I cover my ears, closing my eyes. “Shut up, shut up. Just give me the drugs.”

I hear him flip the visor down, and flip open the mirror.

His hand grips my chin. “Look at yourself!” He yells at me and I keep my eyes shut, feeling tears pool from my eyes as an angry sob escapes me. His grip gets tighter on my chin and I grit my teeth, my hand digging into his thigh, trying to push him away from me. “LOOK AT YOURSELF!” He yells louder and my eyes snap open, gazing into the mirror. The man staring back at me has a wild stare, his brown eyes held no life in them, he was pale, sweaty, his face was gaunt. He was a beast with no name, a monster hidden beneath the face of an angel.

I shake my head, closing my eyes again, and groan. “No. No. Let go of me. Let me go!” I’m able to shove him away from me, and I quickly wipe the tears from my face. “I’ll stop man, just give me my drugs.”

“You’ll stop?” He stares at me incredulous; I know I look pathetic in his eyes. “I don’t believe you.”

“I’ll fucking stop! Just let me do this, please. Please. It’s starting to hurt.” I groan, hot tears still pooling from my eyes.

“Good.” He sneers at me, getting out of the car, slamming the door shut, walking away from me. I sit in the passenger seat and start punching the dashboard.

“Fuck you! Fuck you, you fucking piece of shit!” I yell, my legs feeling like jello, my heart pounding. I push myself out of the car and fall to my knees, screaming like a mad man.

I was a monster.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fluff #eddie munson x smut #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #eddie munson fem!reader #eddie munson comfort #Spotify

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viviseawrites · 3 months

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happy early valentine's day, @stevesherdaddy! here's your gift fic for the #steddievday exchange, featuring blind dates, meddling kids, a setup, and the happiest of endings (or beginnings).

heart keeps burning

rated E | 7287 words

“Just trust me,” Steve mutters sarcastically, frowning as he pulls open the door of the restaurant. Goddamn Dustin. The little shit knows him too well. He found the exact thing to break Steve’s will and used it against him, and now Steve’s gonna be stuck here on the most awkward date of his fucking life. I swear on my mom’s life, Steve! I won’t ask for rides for two months if you do this!

Two months, he reminds himself when he gets seated. So close to freedom, he thinks when the server gives him a judgmental look for arriving without his partner. Just one single date, he reasons. He ignores the flush of embarrassment rising up the back of his neck.

Steve plays with the little sugar packets while he waits for his mysterious date to arrive. Every time the bell over the door rings, he glances over and tries to figure out whether or not to wave the person down as they walk in. He assumes it’ll be obvious if they’re searching for him, their eyes sweeping the area questioningly, delight clear on their features when they locate him. He’d even accept reluctant realization, at this point. So far, nobody fits the bill.

He does, however, see Eddie.

Eddie spots him at the same time and shoots him a wide smile and a wink before he snags a table for himself near a window. Surprised, Steve watches him for a minute. It’s weird that he didn’t say hi properly, and now that he’s looking, Steve recognizes that Eddie’s dressed differently.

He’s put actual effort into his appearance, wearing a dark green button-up with black pants in place of his usual distressed jeans and t-shirt. Steve stares, completely thrown off by the change. Even Eddie’s hair is neater than usual, the curls more defined and less frizzy. Clearly, Eddie also has a date tonight.

Well, at least one of them has a chance. He glares down at his watch. It’s eight minutes past seven now, and the waiter keeps eyeing him from the end of the section. Shit, Dustin did say seven o’clock, right? His knee starts bouncing under the table to the beat of the Bowie song playing overhead.

At 7:11, Steve gives in and orders a beer to occupy his hands. At 7:17, Steve stops drawing in the condensation rings on the tabletop and wipes them up instead. At 7:22, the waiter comes back over and pointedly asks if he’d like to order yet.

Steve sinks down in his seat in a futile attempt to disappear. He should have known. He did know. And as embarrassing as this is, at the end of it, he’ll be granted two glorious months of silence. He just needs to wait it out until the thirty-minute mark. But when the waiter stalks off, muttering under his breath, someone else materializes at the edge of the table. Steve blinks up at him.

“Pretty sure I got stood up,” Eddie says, grinning as he swings into the booth. “Are you waiting on Buckley?”

“No.” Steve sighs. He drains the rest of his beer and slouches back, giving up. “I’m pretty sure I’ve also been stood up.”

read the rest on AO3!

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #vivisea writes #steddievday #gift fic #blind date

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greenpidge101 · 7 months

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It’s spooky season so that means….

LOSERS CLUB HALLOWEEN COSTUMES

Richie: Peewee Herman

Richie probably looked up to Paul Reubens as a kid and wanted to honor him. He had Bev make the costume so that it was spot on.

Eddie: Nurse

Eddie isn’t the biggest fan of dressing up but Richie begged him and he couldn’t say no. He grabbed some scrubs he had laying around and now Richie won’t stop calling him McSteamy.

Stanley and Patty: Dj Crazy Times and Ms Biljana Elctronica

Stanley and Patty have been doing Halloween costumes together since they started dating. Patty has recently gotten TikTok and is obsessed with planet of the bass and somehow convinced Stan to be DJ Crazy Times and Ms Biljana Electronica. She recreated the video and posted it on TikTok and it went viral due to Richie and Beverly dancing in the background.

Beverly: Marie Antoinette

Bev has been working on a new line based off of different era of clothing. Since she was already working on Rococo era, she decided to be Marie Antoinette. It took her months but she has the everything from the giant hoop skirt to the wig.

Ben and Mike: Ryan and Shane

Mike goes all out for Halloween and got Ben to do a costume with him. They’re dressed as Ryan and Shane from the watcher/buzzfeed unsolved. (I feel like Mike is Ryan and Ben is Shane) Mike loves their videos and got Ben hooked on them.

Bill: Himself

he couldn’t be bothered to dress up for Halloween so he went to the party as “famous author William Denbrough.” When he arrived at the party, Bev forced him to wear cat ears.

#Bev Richie and Mike go all out for Halloween #honestly I have like 20 others ideas of what they’d be #Patty would love planet of the bass tell me I’m wrong #the losers club #it stephen king #richie tozier #stanley uris #eddie kaspbrak #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #bill denbrough #mike hanlon #patty blum uris #it chapter two

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staygoldwriting · 2 years

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Hii! Can I pls request a Eddie Munson x fem!crybaby!reader? Like she’s such a softie that even if she sees a little flower all alone she’ll cry. Or if Eddie says something very nice she cries. If she’s hungry? You guessed it! She cries! And when Eddie gives her like takeout she cries cause she found Eddie adorable!🥰😅

Ngl-it is very self centered cause I’m a real crybaby😇😅

Hi there! This is such a cute request 😍 It made me think that I should probably introduce a fluff-o-meter for my work on a scale of 1-5 😂 I wrote it in blurbs so I could include more scenarios! I hope you and enjoy, and as always, please show love and support 🤗💕

Word count: ~800 with a 200 word bonus

Warnings: 5 on the fluff-o-meter, mentions of marriage

For @fieldofsecretss 💙

😭 Crybaby

“Hey, sweetheart, sorry Hellfire took so long, but I’m home now-wait, what’s wrong?” Eddie rushed over to you. You were sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, tears streaming down your face.

“It’s… it’s just the movie,” you said, sniffling.

“Sweetheart… you’re watching Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure,” Eddie replied confused, but still tried to soothe you. “What’s sad about it?”

“Nothing, it’s just so sweet that they have each other, you know?” you cried. “Friendship is so beautiful.”

“It sure is,” Eddie smiled, holding you tight. Every once in a while, well, more than once in a while, you would get into a weepy mood, and Eddie tried his best to comfort and understand you, but it still caught him off guard at times.

“I’m better now,” you sniffled, kissing him. “How was your time?”

“It was good! The guys say hello as always.”

“Hello to the guys,” you smiled.

“Oh! Mike wanted me to give this to you,” Eddie said, handing you a small box. You opened it to see a small pin with a flower on it.

“Awww,” you whimpered. “He’s so sweet! I remember telling him I liked roses, and now… and now…” you started to blubber and cry, and Eddie brought you back into his arms, kissing you all over your face until you laughed.

“I’ll tell him you said thank you,” he chuckled.

“I’m sorry, I’m such a mess! You’ve only been here two minutes and I’ve already cried twice. I’m such a crybaby.”

“But you’re _my _crybaby, and I would never want you to change!” Eddie said, kissing your temple. “You feel emotions strongly! If people don’t get it, then screw them and their insensitivity.”

“You’re the best,” you sniffled, kissing his forehead.

-😭-

“Okay, I think we have everything on our list,” Eddie said as he scanned the grocery list. “You want anything else, baby? Baby?”

Eddie looked up to see you sniffling at the bakery section, peering into the pastry window. As he approached you, he brushed away a tear falling down your cheek.

“We need to buy that cookie, Eddie.”

“Which one, honey?”

“The one… all alone.”

“Oh, okay, that makes sense. It needs company?”

“No! Don’t you get it? All his cookie friends have been deemed edible, and he’s here, waiting to be eaten.”

“Well, let’s buy it and split it so it can feel twice as loved.”

“You know me so well, baby.”

-😭-

“How was school today?” you asked Eddie as he walked inside.

“Eh, not too bad,” he said, lifting your legs so he could sit on the couch. Draping them across his lap, he gazed at you.

“That’s good,” you said, setting down your magazine. “Any news?”

“Well, the school announced prom, and I don’t know if I wanna go. What do you think?”

“Why not?” you shrugged. “It could be fun, sort of a last huzzah with your friends before you graduate.”

“Yeah, I see what you mean. Would you… would you want to come with me?”

Your eyes filled with tears as you looked at him wide-eyed. Your bottom lip began to quiver, and you took a shaky breath or two.

“Eddie, baby, I would love to go to your prom with you!” you cried as Eddie pulled you into a hug, kissing your head.

“I had a feeling, but you never know,” he chuckled. “I talked to Robin and Nancy about it, and they said you can join them for dress shopping this weekend.”

“They’re so sweet to let me join their group,” you blubbered.

“Well, they love you!” Eddie smiled, making you cry more. “You’re a really great gal, you know,” he kissed you.

“I love them too, and I love you! How did I get so lucky?”

Eddie wiped the tears from your face as he smiled softly at you. His eyes shined as he looked at you in admiration.

“I’m the lucky one, sweetheart.”

-😭-

“Eddieee,” you whined as you plopped on the couch.

“What’s going on, princess?” he asked as he moved the hair out of your face.

“I’m hungry.”

“Yeah?”

You sniffled, tears starting to form. “Yeah.”

“Aww, baby, come here,” Eddie said as you lifted your arms for him to pull you up. You sniffled into his shoulder as you whimpered.

“Can we call to get some food please?”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but we can’t.”

“Why not?” you cried.

“Because I called for pizza twenty minutes ago to surprise you. It should be here any minute now.”

“Oh, Eddie!” you sobbed, then looked at him seriously. “Did you get extra cheese?”

“Of course I did, my love, it wouldn’t be a Y/N and Eddie pizza without it.”

“Have I ever told you you’re marriage material?”

“Ha, I don’t know, but you’re marriage material too, baby.”

“Don’t make me cry more!”

-😭-

(this is the little bonus blurb!)

You and Eddie were taking a walk in the park, holding hands and breathing in the fresh autumn air. You loved walking with Eddie; you always found new food to try, new places to explore, and you always left with a story. Eddie spun you, pulling you back in to kiss you softly. He smiled as he gazed into your eyes, both of you feeling helplessly in love.

“I have something for you,” he said sweetly.

“Oh?” you said, your eyes starting to water. From a flower petal to a car, anything Eddie brought you was worthy of a full bawl-session.

“Here you go,” he smirked, handing you a stack of tissues.

“Okay, I don’t cry that much,” you laughed, but caught your breath when you looked at Eddie down on one knee, a box in his hands.

“I don’t want to say much because I don’t want you to cry too much and get dehydrated, but I promise to always love you and always keep tissues in my pocket for whenever life is too sweet to handle. Y/N L/N, will you marry me?”

Your face was wet with tears long before you leapt into his arms, saying “absolutely yes!”

❤️✨

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prettyboyeddiemunson · 1 year

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i saw ur thing about eddie being a girl dad and teaching her about all his interests but what if the daughter was more like her mom: girly girl, cheerleader, etc., and hated metal music and couldn't under dnd for the life of her.... how would he react?

he would love and support her, no matter what! like i could see him 100% being that dad who tries to get into his kids’ interests, if they’re not his own (ie, metal, d&d, etc), because he thinks it will help them bond a bit better. if his daughter was into cheerleading? you best believe he’s gonna be her biggest supporter. same with if she was heavily into sports; he may not understand how they work, but he wants to be such a big support. if she wants to dress in all pink and have her room be all pink? he’s taking her shopping and he’s buying the paint to help her paint those walls.

something tells me that, outside of wayne, he didn’t have that type of support himself growing up. it was always “that’s stupid/silly/sissy” or “that won’t pay the bills someday.” nah, eddie would not be that way with his kids. no matter what they like, he will 10000% be super supportive 🥺

i could also see him teaching her how to play d&d, if she wanted to learn! and if not, he would respect that and would never force her to play/enjoy it

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wizardmaster94 · 2 years

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Heyy so I have had this idea in mind that I can't get myself to write ugh

What about Eddie Munson with a s/o who loves D&D and has been playing it for years (maybe they're the sibling of one of the children) amd who's also a metalhead, but like from their clothes it doesn't seem because they dress pretty basic and acts always nice and gentle but in reality they are as unhinged as Eddie?

If you can find time to do this I'd be really grateful! Hope you have a good day/night :3

You Look Like A Madonna Fan.

SFW!

Eddie Munson/Gn!Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Note: this is such a cute idea! Thank you so much for submitting this! Also, I'm sorry if it isn't the best! I tried to make it all nice and cute, if you want me to rewrite this or continue the idea I absolutely will!!! Also major apologies for taking so long! i was writing and writing, then editing, then it got all messed up and took more editing 😭 anyways i added like, an extra 1k for the time it took <3

Warnings: none

by yours truly,

rich <3

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“Dustin!” You called out down the hallway, smacking your hand against the wall. “If you want to go to D&D today you have to be out the door in 5 minutes!”

Your little brother, for how much he loved going to D&D sessions, almost always made you two late. Something about his hair needing to look good for the ladies, something Harrington taught him, those ‘pearls’ weren’t getting him anywhere so his next best bet was hair. “Hold on, Y/N! I’m almost finished!” He yelled.

You rolled your eyes, you loved Dustin, you really did, but sometimes you just wanted to- “Okay, I’m ready let’s go!” He bolted past you out the front door, the sound of him slamming your car door shut echoed through the house before you even made it to the living room.

“Let’s go, you’re going to make us late!” Oh, the audacity that boy had.

Once you hopped into the car and started it, a mixtape Eddie had made you started blasting, making Dustin wince. “Mind turning down metallic or whatever they’re called?” He shouted, plugging his ears.

Reluctantly you did, rolling your eyes and pulling out of the driveway. “Metallica, Dustin,” you started. “I thought I raised you better.” You sniffed, pretending to fake cry.

Dustin stuck his tongue out at you, having already gotten used to the fake sobs years and years ago. “It’s just so..loud. I don’t know how you and Eddie can listen to it for hours on end.”

You whipped your head to stare at Dustin, leaning over the consol, flicking the bill of his hat. “I may let it slide but god forbid Eddie hears you say those words strung together, he’ll make sure your ass dies at the next session.” You grinned, pulling out of the driveway as Dustin shrunk into the corner of his seat, knowing damn well you were correct about that statement.

Once, the party was playing a one shot and you had decided to sit out, watch Eddie be dungeon master for the evening and give him your opinion on some things. This evening, the children remembered all too well. Everyone was scared to play a one shot again and also resented Mike a little bit for what events unfolded. But then again, who wouldn’t?

“No, they shouldn’t go to the cave just yet, they still need to visit the village.” You mumbled, flipping open the manual and pointing to a random paragraph.

“They don’t have to go to the village quite yet, they can just-“

“Eddie! Y/N!” Dustin shouted, slamming his hand down flat against the table.

“What!?” You and Eddie both hissed back at the same time.

“We have been trying to talk to you for the past 5 minutes! What are you two, deaf?” Lucas sighed, leaning back in his chair.

You glanced at Eddie, both of you having no clue that anyone was trying to speak to you two at all. “It’s that metal shit they listen to, I swear.” Mike grumbled, getting a laugh out with Will who sat next to him.

You could handle the music dissing, you knew it wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but Eddie? He took that shit personally, it’s as if you just told him his baby was ugly after 15 hours of labor. “‘Metal shit’? I’ll show you what’s shit you shrimp!” Eddie proceeded to then make the campaign as difficult as possible, throwing out everything he had towards the boys.

Luckily it was just a one shot or else you would’ve stepped in, Eddie always listened to you. At least the majority of the time he did. But you have to admit, it was fucking hilarious to watch this 20 year old guy yell at 15 year olds and try to kill them in D&D for making fun of his music taste.

“I don’t think I need to remind you of what he did last time.” You tried your best to sound serious, but deep down you could barely hold in your laughter.

“Yep. No need for that, Y/N. I would much rather forget about that night. Thank you very much.” Your brother pouted, staring out the window as you drove.

You two listened to the mixtape in silence, going through more Metallica, a few Iron Maiden songs, and one Dio song before you reached the Wheeler’s house. Since you, Eddie, Nancy, Robin, and Steve were all graduates now and definitely not allowed to host a D&D club at the high school anymore, Mike’s basement was the go-to place for sessions now. “Now, do you have everything? I won’t have to drive back home after the session to bring you a toothbrush or anything?” You probably should’ve asked this before you two were driving down the street Mike lived on.

You cared a lot about your younger brother, so even if he did forget everything for the sleepover he’s having tonight you would be more than okay with driving to go pick it up. It wouldn’t be the first time either, but you were praying he got everything since tonight you’re also having a sleepover, but with your boyfriend, not your entire friend group. “Yes, yes Y/N, I have everything, now let’s go!” He dragged out the ‘o’ while aggressively patting his knees with his hands.

“Yeah, yeah. Hold your horses, Dusty.” You mumbled, pulling into the driveway, seeing Nancy from the window giving you two a small wave before disappearing back into her bedroom.

Almost immediately after you turned off the car, Dustin was hopping out, rushing to get inside so not another second was wasted not playing. Before you two reached the front door, it swung open to reveal Eddie who smiled when he saw Dustin but beamed when he saw you walking up the path to the front door. “Hendersons!” He wrapped his arms around the both of you, squeezing tightly and dragging you both inside.

Dustin better be grateful that you were Eddie’s favorite person or else he definitely would’ve been chewed out for being almost 5 minutes late. He wiggled out of the hold, tossed his backpack onto a nearby chair, and ran towards the basement, cheers and then playful banter could be heard for a second as he opened and closed the basement door. “You two are late again, Y/N,” keeping his arm wrapped around you. “Tsk, tsk, tsk.”

“You know how Dustin is with making sure his hair looks good, if I could I’d show up an hour early just to be around you.” You grinned, looking up at him. You were secretly praying that his thoughts wouldn’t remember you two have been late for every session the past three weeks.

“Don’t act all innocent, I’ve seen the empty cans of hairspray in your bathroom too.” Eddie teased, pressing a hand down onto your hair, watching it bounce back up.

“Hey,” you pulled out of his grip. “It takes time to look this good.”

By good, you meant you mean sporting a cream-colored turtleneck, light blue bellbottoms, converse, and any jewelry you wanted to wear that day. “Uh-huh, sure it does.” He took a few steps back, definitely admiring you as he did so.

He started waving his hands up and down his body as if trying to show off his outfit that he didn’t wear almost every day. “Now this,” he did a little spin on his heel. “This takes time.” Eddie smiled, stuffing his hands down into his pockets.

“The true secrets of being a metal head then, isn’t it? Taking more time to look good than the girl next door.” You laughed, knowing damn well you dressed about as basic as anyone else did.

You may have the same music taste as Eddie but you dressed like a Blondie and Madonna fan more than anything. “You pretty much are the girl next door, sweetheart. You look like you listen to Madonna, actually,” he laughed. “Just with really good taste in music,” Eddie placed his hands onto your shoulders. “And not actually a girl.”

This snuck a small laugh out of you, leaning forwards to wrap arms around his waist, craning your neck to make eye contact with him. You two almost always did this but it was a sweet moment almost every time, every comment made was out of love. You pressed a shy kiss to his lips, smiling softly. Though, the moment was rudely interrupted. “Will you two please hurry the fuck up so we can get started?” It was Mike, a blank stare on his face.

You shrugged, slipping out of his grasp, pulling on his hand to drag him downstairs. You two haven’t really been all that secret about your relationship, the plan was going to be to wait and tell but both of you couldn’t hold in your excitement. No one was rude to you guys, not at all, they were all really happy for you guys but they quickly made Eddie continue on with the session and not talk about relationships anymore. Mike was very serious about how well they spent their time playing D&D and you two ‘canoodling’ wasn’t effectively adding to the session.

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“Critical hit, Lady Applejack!” Eddie cheered, leaning over the table to dramatically push the dragon-playing piece off the table.

“Yes!” Lucas cried.

“Finally!” Dustin shouted, fist pumping in the air.

“Told y’all all you had to do was corner the fucker.” Erica said matter-of-factly.

“Language! You’re like, 6.” You nudged Erica next to you with your elbow.

“Oh like you weren’t a sailor an hour ago when you were knocked off the cliff by a bat of all things!” She deadpanned.

You winced at the memory, you were almost killed by a bat that tried to bite you and in desperation, tried to hit it, rolled a one, tripped, and fell off the side of a cliff into, luckily, a river. “It came out of nowhere! We weren’t even in bat territory!”

“There is no ‘bat territory’ Y/N.” Eddie leaned on his hand, siding with the children against you.

Your mouth fell agape, no words coming to mind for a comeback. You just huffed, grumbling nothing under your breath as the party laughed at you. “No harsh feelings, you did kill that nasty goblin earlier.” Eddie reminded you of, patting your knee trying to hide the fact he was laughing.

“As you walked through the dark forest, almost no sound could be heard, suddenly, a twig snaps behind you. Everyone knew it wasn’t themselves who stepped on the twig, but before you could study the situation a horde of goblins came rushing through behind the trees and bushes!” Eddie exclaimed, slamming down 7 goblin pieces.

“Come on, man! I just finished healing from the last horde!” Lucas cried, slamming his head against the table.

“Well? Y/N, you’re up.”

You sat and pondered for a moment, trying to decide if you want to attack or try to get a distraction going. “Y/N please, a distraction, we can’t take this right now,” Mike emphasized.

After a few moments you rolled initiative for a distraction, and luckily rolled a 16, not too bad. “The distraction gives you all a moment to run away while the goblins gather themselves, not being able to figure out where you all went when they came back. But wait..one of them saw through the distraction and was now running after not all of you, just Y/N!“ Eddie met your eyes, raising an eyebrow towards you as a groan left your lips.

“It catches up to you and lands a hit, 3 damage, causing you to stumble. What do you want to do?”

You rolled for the initiative on the attack, getting a pathetic 12. “Y/N trips on top of the goblin, pinning it to the ground. This is when you realize that the goblin is around the size of a fat chihuahua on its hind legs.” Eddie made a high-pitched barking sound, using his hands to give himself little ears on the sides of his face.

“Ha, ha, ha, so very funny.” You glared, trying to keep a serious face. “I’ll remind you that I, not any of you little hooligans, managed to defeat the Demogorgon last year with the worst possible stats ever,” you stood from your chair, spinning around for dramatic effect before sitting back down. “A little goblin is nothing.”

Everyone but you shared glances at each other before bursting out into laughter. You had no clue what was so funny about it. “Okay, well,” Eddie clapped. “During Y/N’s little speech, they managed to suffocate the mean ol’ goblin.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, Munson. I don’t see you playing, just ordering.”

“You love it when I order you around.” He teased and you stuck your tongue out at him in protest.

“Man, Eddie brings the..personality out of Y/N,” Will mumbled, making his friends all laugh.

You glared at Will but knew he was right. Eddie had started to get you to act a bit more like yourself, not so quiet and closed off as much as you used to be. Sure you still have moments where you’ve shut off, spoken softly, just doing what you’re told, but mainly now you express your feelings, and you get really into D&D now. You keep trying to convince everyone to try out LARP but only a few of the party is down to try it out. “For the better, Byers! Y/N here has come a long way since I had them join Hellfire, still working on your outfit choices though.” He shook your leg back and forth, but didn’t move his hand after.

Okay, even you laughed at that one. It looked like you stole your closest straight from Nancy sometimes, to be honest. You glanced down at your wrist, checking the time. “Oh shit guys, it’s almost 10. We gotta take Lady Applejack here, home.”

“We?” Mike asked.

“Yeah?” You questioned. “I and Eddie are going back to my place for the night.”

“So we’ll be all alone?” Lucas questioned.

“Well, Nancy will be here-“ you started but got cut off.

“Staying the night with Jonathan tonight.” Will added in.

Going to respond, you were yet again cut off. “Also, I can easily get home by myself.” Erica huffed, standing up out of her chair, and gathering up the few things she brought with her.

“Absolutely not. It is pitch black outside-“

“It’s the summertime.” She responded.

“It’s dark outside. Now, come on, get in the car.” Eddie gestured for Erica to start heading upstairs.

Before you left you turned around to face the children one last time, “I think you can all handle one night alone unsupervised. Just make sure that you all go up and heat up something to eat, and try to get some sleep tonight. Karen will kill me if she finds out I let you guys stay up super late. And make sure to all call your mom goodnight too. Especially you Will, you know how your mom is.” You were, as everyone put it, the stepmom of the group.

Steve was the mom majority of the time but when he wasn’t there you filled in. Eddie thought it was adorable how well and how much you cared for the kids, even when they made fun of you sometimes. Eventually, though, you, Eddie, and Erica made it out of the door and brought Erica home after a long ride in the car of her exposing to Eddie why Applejack was the best character and not a stupid pony who liked apples. “Why have apples in her name if she isn’t all about apples!?” Eddie cried out.

“She is more than just about apples!” Erica barked back, crossing her arms.

They went back-and-forth like this for the next few minutes, you at this point, have learned to just tune their playful bickering out. Eventually, you reached the Sinclair family’s home and Erica hopped out as soon as she was able to. She made sure to give Eddie one last glare before running inside. Eddie huffed, “I totally won that argument, right?”

“Sure you did, hun.” You grinned, pulling the car into reverse.

Erica didn’t like the metal music you listened to so you had the stereo off, Eddie reaching for the volume control once you were on the road again. The first song that played was one of his favorite Black Sabbath songs. One that he very specifically put on the tape he made. “Is this the mixtape I made you?” He asked, looking overjoyed.

“Yeah? Of course, it is. I always listen to it, I haven’t taken it out once since you gave it to me.” You smiled softly, turning your head to look at Eddie.

“I didn’t know you listened to it-“

“Why wouldn’t I? My boyfriend made me it, my very amazing boyfriend may I remind you,” giving him a glance. “You took the time to pick the songs out specially just for me. No one else. Sometimes I just make excuses to drive somewhere just so I can listen to it and not look weird jamming out in my driveway.” You exclaimed, taking one of your hands to grab his hand across the console, lacing together your fingers.

Eddie had a small smile on his face, he didn’t know why he ever doubted you that you wouldn’t listen to the tape. You and Eddie hadn’t been dating for very long before he gave you the mixtape. It was the first thing he did when he got home after you two made it official. You’d known each other for years, playing D&D together in Hellfire, and growing feelings for each other over the years until you took him to a Metallica concert a few months back and confessed how you felt about him. You thought it was the best night you’ve ever had before.

You stood in the crowd of sweaty, shirtless, and drunk people but you didn’t care, you were with Eddie. Your best friend, also known as the love of your life. He stood bouncing on his heels, waiting for the intermission to end and Metallica to go back on. Your gut was telling you to just tell him right here, right now. But your brain worried he would react poorly, but before you could do anything the words were coming and spilling out of your mouth. “Eddie, I have something I need to tell you.” You exclaimed, grabbing hold of his hand.

You couldn’t tell if it was the lights from the stage but it seemed like his face grew a few shades of pink. “Yeah?”

You took a deep breath, locking eyes with him. “I-I’m..I’m in lo-“ but your words had been cut off by the sound of the band starting the next song and Eddie getting easily distracted. Better luck next time.

After the show though, he had asked you what you were saying earlier and at first, you almost didn’t want to tell him until you made eye contact and saw his beautiful smile and just couldn’t bear to not be with him anymore. You just had to tell him the truth and how you really felt.

“That night was possibly the best decision I have ever made, Eddie Munson.” You spoke softly, wanting him to know you were genuine.

“I’m honestly surprised you remembered the song that they played when I was going to tell you I was in love with you at the concert.” You mentioned. “I didn’t think you fully heard me when I said it.” You laughed and so did he.

“Well, I didn’t know it was a love confession!” Eddie exaggerated. “I was really in the zone, y’know? And who knows,” He leaned close to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “It could’ve been you telling me you didn’t want to be friends anymore.

“Ah yes, let me take my best friend to see his favorite band to tell him I don’t want to be friends anymore after I’ve been flirting with him for 2 years. Two very long, long years.” You said it sarcastically.

“Blah, blah, blah. I still kissed you first, don’t forget that.” Eddie was so proud of that, to this day.

“It was a dare!” You chuckled, rolling your eyes as you pulled into your driveway, seeing your mom wasn’t home yet. “And a dare is a dare, Mr. Munson.” You smirked, slipping your hand out of his.

You both hopped out of the car and crashed onto the couch the second you were inside, not caring to even slip off your shoes yet. Those damn kids are so draining. “Y’know Y/N..” Eddie mumbled, fiddling with the chains on his jacket as he leaned closer to you on the couch. “Your mom and Dustin aren’t home tonight..”

“Yeah?” You grinned.

“Yeah,” Eddie smirked.

You dropped your smile and pushed him off. “We’re not watching Star Wars again.”

“Oh, come on!” Eddie whined.

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Leather and Lace, Chapter 2

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CW: None so far, this is a pretty chill chapter lol

Another Monday morning, another Chemistry class, another stupid headache. Eddie was actually early to school, having to swing by and give Dustin a lift. The only other person in the class was the quiet girl that sat behind him – Luna. He leaned further back in his chair, rocking it on the two hind legs as he laid his head back on her desk and looked up at her skeptically upside down.

“Why are you here so early?” He questioned softly.

“I’m always here this early,” Luna said, pushing his hair to the side as she finished writing what she was scribbling down.

“Yeah, but why?” Eddie wrinkled his nose.

“Why not? You get the good parking spaces when you get here earlier.” She nodded, making the mistake of looking into his big brown eyes.

“Holy shit,” Eddie said, sitting up and turning around to face her, “Are your eyes real?”

“Uh…”

“I mean, like…they’re gorgeous.” Eddie shook his head in disbelief, “You’ve got killer eyes.”

“Thanks,” she said with a small smile, “Grew ‘em myself.”

He laughed at that, and then turned around to face the front of the desk. He was quiet for a few minutes, watching as the other students walked in the room. When he went to turn around, she held the pencil up and waited for him to take it.

“Thank you,” he gave her a small smile, “I owe you my life, yada yada.”

“Help me defeat the final, yada yada.” She said mockingly.

“I know I keep asking this,” he said, leaning forward to rest his chin on his fist that was in the center of her desk, “But I think you’d like DnD if you’d just try it.”

“You always play when I’m working,” she shrugged as the teacher started talking.

“I think you can make time if you truly wanted to,” Eddie shrugged slightly, “Maybe we can hangout after you get off one night and I can teach you the ropes.”

“Munson! Eyes forward!” O’Donnel yelled at the two of you, causing Eddie to roll his eyes.

He placed two pointed fingers to his temple and sighed, “Today’s the day I’m finally going to do it.”

“Turn around,” Luna laughed. And Eddie realized it was the first time he had actually seen her laugh, or hell even really smile at him. It was a pretty sight. Her cheeks puffed out, creating tiny lines at the edge of her eyes, her lips dipped to the left in an awkward smile.

“Mr. Munson-“

“All right, all right.” Eddie grumbled, forcing himself to turn around in his seat, “Happy?”

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“Thank you.”

When Iz stepped out of the dressing room that night, she half-way expected to see Eddie at the bar. Except he wasn’t anywhere in sight. A bit disappointed, she made her way to the stage and performed the opening act, entertaining the guys as much as she could. She wasn’t feeling it tonight, but the bills had to be paid, and the guys were tipping heavily.

She was hanging upside down on the pole when her eyes caught the familiar head of hair. She hadn’t seen him in months now, but she knew him from anywhere. King Steve Harrington. She saw him make his way to the bar, and then over to the stage, giving her a small wave to let her know he wanted to talk. She watched out the corner of her eye as he sat a second glass down in front of him, a drink for her. Always the gentleman.

Her playlist ended and she walked over, sitting down in the booth in front of him, offering a small smile as he leaned forward.

“It��s been awhile, King Steve.” Iz smiled over at him.

“Yeah, it has, hm?” Steve smirked, “I was wondering if you were still here.”

“Unfortunately,” she smiled despite the sadness in her voice, “How have you been?”

“Okay,” He shrugged, “Ya know, working and all that bullshit. What about you?”

“Shouldn’t complain, I guess.” Iz shrugged, “You’re not here for a dance?”

“No,” Steve gave her a small smile, “I’m throwing a party in a few days and I was wondering if you’d want to make a few extra bucks? I’ll pay you and anything you make will be your own…looking for a couple of girls, actually.”

“Mmm, stripping in the Harrington mansion,” She grinned as she leaned forward, swirling her drink with her fingertip, “Sounds like a fun time. When is it?”

“This Friday night,” Steve nodded, “If you can’t swing it, that’s okay. I know you’ll probably make more money here, but I just want to help. I know the shit you’re facing and I think you’ll have fun there.”

“I’ll be there,” Iz smiled at him, “Thanks for the invite, Steve. Really.”

“Yeah, of course.” He gave her a small smile, “You been taking care of yourself?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, “I have been. School’s been rough, but ya know…I’m surviving.”

“Good,” Steve said, finishing his drink and then standing up, “I’ll see you Friday then?”

“Yeah. Friday.” Iz smiled, watching as he tossed a tip on the bar, gave her one last look, and then walked out the door.

If only things had been different, if only she felt safe enough to expose her true identity, she knew she would’ve had Steve wrapped around her fingers.

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The next night, Eddie’s head was swimming. He couldn’t believe she had called him. He was attempting the chemistry homework when his uncle yelled out the phone call was for him. It had been three days since Eddie gave Luna his number to give to Elizabeth. He leaned against the wall, shooing Wayne away when he felt the man was too close to him. Wayne held his hands up defensively and backed away, a knowing smirk playing on his face.

Eddie had a call from a girl.

“Hello?” Eddie asked, trying to remain cool.

“Hiya,” Elizabeth’s voice rang in through the phone and he realized he was holding his breath.

“Elizabeth?”

“Yeah, silly.” Elizabeth laughed, “Who else would it be?”

“Mmm, I don’t know.” Eddie smirked, “Guess I was giving up hope that you would actually call.”

“Things have been a little crazy work wise, I’m sorry to keep you waiting.” Elizabeth laughed, “Late nights at the gas station is crazy, even in small town Hawkins.”

“Gas station?” Eddie cleared his throat, “Y-you work at a gas station?”

“Yeah. The shell station down by the train tracks.” She nodded, “You should come see me sometime. Make the night shift go by faster.”

“When are you working again?”

“Tonight. I don’t work there every night, but it’s good money.” she said, twirling the phone cord around her phone as she moved to lay on her back in the center of her bed, “You know, I’m sort of surprised you had Luna give me your number.”

“Why’s that?”

“You never really talk to me in school,” She shrugged, “I get it, though...talking to a girl might ruin your bad boy image, hm?”

“Bad boy?” He laughed and leaned back against the wall, “That’s a new one. Nicer than the alternative.”

“What’s the alternative?”

“Oh, you know what they call me in that fuckin’ school,” Eddie snorted.

“I think you forget I’m the new girl, Edward.” She said, a small laugh accompanying the sarcasm.

“They call me the freak,” he snorted, “I’ll take your nickname over that one.”

“I don’t think you’re a freak, Eddie.” Elizabeth said softly, “I think you’re pretty cool, actually.”

“Yeah?” He chewed on the inside of his cheek, the unfamiliar hot feeling rising to his cheeks, “I think you’re cool, too.”

“I’m getting ready to head to work,” Eddie could hear her smile through the phone, “You should come get some gas.”

“Yeah, I think I should, too.” Eddie grinned, “Apparently there’s some cool gas clerk there, too. Guess I’ll come check her out as well.”

Elizabeth laughed at that and looked up at her ceiling, “I’ll see you in a bit.”

When Eddie pulled up to the Shell station, he was sure he was going to find that same pinto looking car sitting in the parking lot, but he didn’t. There was a nice Mustang with a license plate that read “XOE-1986.” Custom. He felt a bit disappointed, but that was soon displaced when he saw the blonde headed girl waving him inside.

He took a deep breath and checked his reflection as nonchalantly as possible, and was rounding the corner, finally ready to spend some alone time with the girl that had alluded him for the past two weeks, when all of a sudden he seen a shorter head of long dark brown hair standing opposite of her. So much for being alone with her, right?

“There he is!” Elizabeth’s voice rang from behind the counter, filling the station’s otherwise quiet space.

“Great,” Luna sighed, “I can finally leave.”

“Hey, Lun.” Eddie gave her a small smile.

“Ew, don’t call me that.” Luna wrinkled her nose up at him.

“Yeah, that sounded awful.” Eddie hung his head in slight embarrassment, watching out the corner of his eye as she slid down off the counter and hoisted her bookbag up over her shoulder.

“But hello. And also goodbye.” Luna playfully saluted him, “I’ve got to get to work.”

“Jesus, you both work late shifts?” Eddie glanced between the two of them, watching as they shared a knowing look with a small nod. If only he knew…

“Gotta make money somehow, Eds.” Luna said, patting his arm as she walked past him.

The smooth transition of Luna leaving, Eddie leaned forward on the counter, and Elizabeth jumping up on the counter to sit in front of him filled the air with that unmistakable perfume again.

“God, you smell good.” Eddie snorted, “Always do.”

“You go around sniffing me a lot, Eddie?” She laughed, crossing her legs on the counter as she looked down at him.

“Perfume smells that good, I can’t help myself.” Eddie laughed softly.

“Yeah, Luna’s mom is like this hippie woman that makes her own scents and sells it.” Elizabeth shrugged, “We get free bottles all the time for helping pay her treatments.”

“Treatments?” Eddie shrugged, “That’s cool, I guess….whatever she does, I’ll make sure to keep you stocked in it.”

Elizabeth laughed softly and looked down at him, brushing the strands of hair back away from his face, “You’re cute, Eddie.”

“I think you’re pretty cute, too.” Eddie smirked, watching as she leaned down and pressed her lips to his.

A million thoughts flooded his mind. He wanted to ask how long she had been stripping, if she was going to continue to work there – not that he had a issue with it. He really liked her, though, and he really really liked kissing her. He decided that the moment his lips touched hers.

The sound of the door opening jolted them away from each other and Elizabeth turned to see Luna standing there, slightly shocked at what she had walked in on, but still had a quizzical look on her face.

Luna felt the pang of jealousy hit harder. She felt like such a idiot in their presence, wanting to escape as fast as she could, but needing to find what she had lost. She couldn’t work without it. She bowed her head and walked past the two of them, biting her tongue – Elizabeth wouldn’t have even knew who Eddie was if it wasn’t for her. She felt the anger rise a little higher, knowing that it was just a show-off move. Everything Elizabeth done was to show-off.

“Sorry to bother you two,” Luna cleared her throat, “But I need my mask and I think it’s behind the counter.”

Elizabeth and Luna shared a look. Elizabeth silently asking her to stop – be quiet, and please not ruin this. Neither of them wanted to be outed. Neither of them wanted to fess up to what they done for their money. No one else needed to know in this tiny town. They’d be the skanks of Hawkin’s High.

And Luna, letting her jealousy win for a moment, but knowing deep down, Elizabeth was right.

“There’s a spare one in the backseat.” Elizabeth cleared her throat, “Use that one for tonight.”

“I don’t want to use that one,” Luna shrugged slightly, “They know me by mine.”

Eddie glanced between the two of them, sensing the tension. He wanted to ask if he needed to leave, or if he needed to help look for whatever it was she was looking for. But mostly, he just wanted to offer so Luna would leave a bit faster.

“Do you-“ Eddie started but was quickly shut up by Elizabeth’s fingers covering his mouth.

“No, she’s fine. She’s using my car tonight since hers bit the dust and is in the shop, she can use the one in the backseat.” Elizabeth gave him a small smile, “Me and you can go to the back for a few minutes, yeah? I’m not tall enough to reach the top shelf and there’s no other help here tonight.”

Luna watched as Eddie nodded and Elizabeth slid off the counter, tangling her fingers in his as she lead the tall boy into the back storage room.

Luna fumed the entire way to work after she grabbed her bunny mask from behind the counter. She regretted giving Elizabeth his number. She wouldn’t make him happy – she wouldn’t even remember his name within a week. She’d suck the life out of him, use him for drugs, and then forget all about him within a months time.

“Poor Eddie,” Luna sighed as she slid the pink bedazzled bunny mask down over her face before she stepped out of the car, “Doesn’t even know he’s got the wrong girl.”

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