They say Freak when you're singled out

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[eddies-hid3out]

I haven't slept or stopped listening to eia since it dropped.

Anyway Corroded Coffin performing Provider please and thank you.

[glassbxttless]

Garden Life

ralph (timewasters) x fem!reader

word count: 2.4k+

summary: A garden party you don’t want to attend suddenly becomes a lot more bearable when a pair of pretty brown eyes sets his sights on you.

warnings: None, really. It’s just a lil meet cute? Some things may not be accurate. I tried my best with google lmao

notes: I have watched way too many London dialect videos and read way too many 1920’s UK speech articles for this. Hope it reflects well 😂 this video really helped (along with some other references but yall can find those on your own lmao). Big thanks to @prettycalla for reading this over. And as always, the biggest thanks to my love, @peachyproserpina for editing!

You’re not even sure how you were even invited.

Something about a friend of a friend, or a distant aunt who once tutored the niece of an earl— one of those vague connections that seem to pop up when you’re least in the mood for small talk and tiny sandwiches. Being dragged along to listen to London’s most uptight mothers hope their daughters will find their next beau’s at these affairs.

The giggles hidden behind hands and sheltered by disapproving looks from those mothers, was enough to send even the bravest of Britain’s soldiers running. And yet here you are— weathering the storm through it all— clinging to the edges of the party like their ire won't reach you there. You’ve squeezed into a borrowed dress and hat. You’re nursing a small glass of lemonade, desperately trying not to look as out of place as you feel. The garden party is in full swing with lace-draped tables, string quartet playing, women fluttering like butterflies beneath parasols, and men laughing way too loudly over cigars and brandy. You wander the edges of it all. An outsider in a sea of people who’ve never had to count their own change.

You duck behind one of the large hedges for a moment of peace. Pretending to admire the roses when your head snaps in the direction of a large crash. One of the tables having been knocked into, teacups clattering into the grass and cracking. There’s some hushed whispers of annoyance and then a voice startles you from your reprieve.

 “Oh— oh! I’m sorry… I’m terribly sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt your… your rose business.”

You turn your attention fully and find him there. Tall and gangly in a charming way, coupled by the fact that he’s dressed far too formally for someone who had just tripped over himself five seconds ago. His hair is neatly parted and slicked back into classic waves, but looks like it fights him for dominance on most days, and he’s holding a tiny half-eaten cucumber sandwich like he’s forgotten what it’s for.

He blinks at you with big brown eyes, taking in the sight in front of him, “You’re not… are you a ghost?”

You laugh, startled by the question, but not in the least bit offended. You take him in. He’s dressed in a white collared shirt, that hadn’t been buttoned all the way. His tie had long been discarded and hung untied around his neck. By the looks of him, you weren’t sure if he had a threatening bone in his body. “I beg your pardon?”

“No, I mean— I just…” He sighs and then gestures vaguely to your hat, your dress, your face, all with the same level of reverence as if you were a painting come to life. “You’re very… radiant. You look like someone who belongs in a museum… In the nice way, I mean, not the dusty way.”

You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face at the very odd compliment. 

“And you look like someone who’s had a little too much sun.”

He immediately blushes from his chest to the tips of his ears, red creeping up his neck and mixing with his sun burned skin. “Have I? That would certainly explain the prickly feeling. Or is that nerves? No— it’s sunburn. Probably. Or nerves and sunburn.”

 You’re laughing before you can truly stop yourself. He looks at you, delighted by the sound. It might genuinely be one of the best sounds he’s heard in his life. And he feels so lucky to have heard it, like he’s just won a prize he didn’t know he entered. “I’m Ralph… uh, Penbury. Ralph Penbury,” he says quickly, as if remembering to finally introduce himself. “My sister, over there, is Victoria. We’re twins, non-identical.” There’s a smile on his face as he speaks, still taken by the sound of your laugh.

You begin to introduce yourself, but he cuts in before you’re even able to mutter the first syllable, “No, don’t tell me! Let me guess. It must be something elegant, yes? You look like an Eleanor, or maybe a Vivien, or… Mildred?”

You wrinkle your nose and laugh softly. “Mildred?”

He winces at the guess that is undeniably wrong. “Alright. You don’t look like a Mildred. You look like… I’m not sure… the kind of person who reads poetry in the bath.”

“Do you often guess strangers’ bath habits?” You raise your eyebrows as you smooth out the skirt of your dress. 

“Only when those strangers make me hopelessly enamoured.”

There’s a silence after that— it’s not awkward, not really— but it’s thick with something lovely and unknown. Something you were not expecting to come from a party like this. Every time your eyes flick to him, your heartbeat quickens in the way it does during a favorite song. He’s still holding that tiny little sandwich. And neither of you are noticing the other guests anymore.

 “Well then, Ralph,” you say softly, taking a step closer to him, “what do you do when you’re not wandering about talking to women near rose bushes?”

“Oh, nothing terribly important,” he says with a shrug, waving the hand holding the sandwich dismissively. “I go to parties such as this that I don’t particularly enjoy, eat things I don’t understand, and make a great many mistakes that my sister corrects for me.”

You grin, tilting your head a bit, which makes his cheeks even rosier. “Sounds exhausting.”

“It is. Was. Until just now, it was a bit dreadful, really. But now— well, I’m having rather a marvellous time.” There’s a smile that graces his features. A curl making its way out of the slicked back waves. He offers you the rest of the cucumber sandwich in his grasp. You decline, politely. But you do end up walking together through the rose gardens, the scent of florals wafting through the air. Ralph may have even snagged a rose from a bush, holding it out to you. Your fingers brush and he smiles before continuing on. You pass the fountains, letting yourself get lost in the sound of the water falling just as you had gotten lost in Ralph’s voice. You walk past the hedgerows, longing for the next time you’ll be able to do this with him. The afternoon sun slides slowly down the sky. He talks far too much when he’s nervous, uses his hands to enunciate. You don’t mind in the slightest, not when he’s smiling that large and asking you question after question, like he’s never met anyone quite like you. You ask if he’s always this forward, and now that the sun has set you can see the way his blush darkens the apples of his cheeks at the question. The color so reminiscent of the rose he had plucked for you earlier, it very well may be the highlight of your year.

 At some point, he looks down at his shoes, clasping his hands together behind his back, and says, very quietly, “I don’t think I’ve ever fancied anyone this fast. Is that mad?” You aren’t sure if you believe it, but the very words feel as if they wrap around your spine tenderly and then squeeze so tightly as they settle in your bones, you can feel them jolt down to your toes. It may be one of the best things you’ve felt in a very long time. 

“Yes,” you say softly, your fingers brushing against his sleeve. You can’t meet his eyes, opting to keep your line of sight on the path at your feet, “but I think I’m mad too.” And just like that, the party around you fades to just background noise. The clinking glasses, the string quartet, the drifting smell of freshly cut grass— all of it vanishes beneath the soft weight of this ridiculous, lightning bolt feeling blooming between you and creeping down each of your spines until it can settle deep in your bones. You don’t even realize the party’s moved indoors until Ralph glances at the sky and mutters, 

“Well, that’s terribly inconsiderate of the sun,” as if it’s wronged him by setting just as it does every evening.

The house itself is grand, in fact you’re not sure if you’ve ever seen something so passionately decorated— nor have you seen a chandelier in the foyer. Each of the floors polished so bright you can see your reflection. Each of the rooms are filled to the brim with echoing laughter. The drawing room had been cleared to make space for dancing, and couples twirl like clockwork toys to the tune of that string quartet now tucked into the corner. You brush a rose petal from your skirt and Ralph suddenly straightens beside you. “Oh,” he says softly, barely over a whisper as he watches a couple twirling in favor of the tune. “Would you— do you dance?”

You raise an eyebrow. “I’ve been known to.”

“Brilliant. Marvellous. That’s… good. Because I, well, I don’t. Not really. But I’d like to. I mean, I’d like to dance with you, not just in general. I don’t want to go around dancing with everyone. Unless I’m meant to. Is that the rule? Are you— oh God, are you meant to dance with everyone at these things?”

You place your hand on his arm before he spirals any further. “I think just me will do.”

He blinks at you. Then beams when he feels your hand settling down against him. He leads you onto the makeshift dance floor with all the confidence of a man about to walk off a cliff. His hand is warm in yours, a little clammy, and he holds you as if you might vanish into smoke if he gets it wrong. He pulls you close, one hand delicately placed against your back. You’re so close now, close enough to see the spattering of freckles dusted across his sunburnt cheeks and nose. Your chin tilts up just slightly, nose brushing the skin of his jaw. He’s still warm from the sun, and he smells vaguely of the roses you’d spent so much time with this evening, mixed with something uniquely Ralph. His steps are a touch out of rhythm, but none of it matters. Not really. Not when you’re this close and enjoying each moment you spend together. You’re laughing, it’s possibly the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. And he’s staring at you like the strings are playing just for the two of you. The world feels like it slows down in a way it never does for you. Your fingers settle at his shoulder. His gaze flickers from your eyes to your mouth and back again. There’s a flush on his cheeks that deepens every time you lean in. 

“I’m having a terrible time,” he finally speaks up and it catches you off guard.

Your heart clenches in your chest. “What?”

“A terrible time. I’m going to have to go home and lie down in a dark room and think about everything I said to you tonight. For weeks. Possibly years.”

You grin, the feeling of quiet adoration growing deep in your belly before you brush your fingers across his shoulder, fixing his collar flat gently. “Then you’d better say something worth remembering, Ralph Penbury.”

He looks down at you, his smile was replaced with something just a bit more serious now. His eyes are shining like glass in candlelight. You’ve never found it easier to get lost in someone’s eyes, than you have found getting lost in Ralph’s. They’re the deepest brown you may have ever seen, hints of gold if you were really looking. With each look, you find it harder and harder to remember your own name. 

 “You just might be the most lovely thing that’s ever happened to me… And I’ve been to Paris. Twice.” He says softly, the hand at your back gently nudging you closer to him, but not close enough to cause scandal. 

Your breath catches as he says the words, like they’re the most causal things to pass his lips. But the music keeps playing and you keep dancing, close enough to feel each other’s breaths. When the song ends, he doesn’t let go of your hand right away nor does his hand leave your back. Instead, he clears his throat awkwardly and smiles, “Would it be… unspeakably forward to ask if you’d accompany me on a walk tomorrow?”

“A walk?” you echo, dipping your chin to look up at him through your lashes, hiding a giddy smile.

“In the park. With ducks. And, uhm… ice cream, if that’s not too scandalous.”

You nod, unable to help the warmth blooming behind your ribs. “It sounds wildly improper, Ralph.”

“Wonderful,” he says. “You can pretend not to know me when I say something embarrassing.”

“Just like today?” You tease gently, although there’s no bite behind it. No real intention. 

He grins back at you, shaking his head just slightly. Those slick waves unmoved. “Exactly. Just like today.” 

He walks you to your carriage, still holding onto your hand. He’s talking about nothing and everything at the same time, like he’s never been able to talk so freely. And you’re listening to every word. Hanging off of them like those words hold the key to your happiness. The sky is a dark indigo now, and the stars have come out peppering the sky overhead like they’re watching you and Ralph too. Before you leave, he hesitates— then quickly pulls a small notebook from his coat pocket and scribbles something down. “Here,” his voice is more of a whisper than anything, and he tears off the page. “Instructions for tomorrow. Meeting point. Precise time. Also a list of duck names in case we see any worth adopting.”

You take it with a laugh. “You’re very thorough, Mr. Penbury.”

“It’s just Ralph.” He grins although his cheeks turn a deep shade of crimson. He tugs at the cuff of his coat. “I’ve never had anything I wanted to get right this badly.” Your hand is still pressed warmly against his palm as you move towards the carriage, you gather your dress as he helps you step up to settle into your seat. He gives you a smile, his hand lingering atop yours for one more moment, before he’s taking a step back, raising his own in a slight wave goodnight. 

You don’t stop smiling the entire ride home. You’re sure your cheeks will be hurting when you crawl into bed. 

And the next afternoon, at precisely two o’clock, you find Ralph sitting on a bench in Hyde Park, a paper bag of bread crumbs sitting beside him, and that ridiculous grin you were really beginning to love blooming on his face the second he sees you.

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[defututus]

I wanna see modern!corroded coffin’s fanbase on social media. Like, there are fans freaking out over their tour antics, some over outfits they’re wearing. Imagine they put out a new song and you’re just seeing the reactions to it and how it’s their new favorite song. All the “corroded coffin as ____: a thread” posts.

One of the members is charged with making a burner account to infiltrate the fanbase and soon they’re referencing jokes made by their fans. People are screaming about how THERE’S A RAT AMONG US and they’re trying to figure out A. which account it is and B. who is behind said account.

Nobody assumes it’s you, Eddie’s girlfriend who rarely shows up on their socials. You’re screenshotting all the jokes and drama and sending it their way.

[getaapologist]

Secret Garden, Disregard my Heart.

Yeah. I know. Random. Bound to happen. No, I still haven't seen the movie. Yes, I will very soon. This is a short little thing for (and because of) @glassbxttless (also, I get to see Spiritbox today, so this title is a little nod. And I kind of love a lot of Spiritbox songs for Michael? Maybe if I write more I'll use some others.)

Pairing: Michael x female!reader

Warnings: the gif? no, but seriously; 18+ only, your roommate is willing to help however he can; cuddly sex, breeding kink if you squint

Again, I haven't seen the movie yet, just a series of clips. This is probably so grossly out of character and makes no sense, but it's here. I'm sorry.

Miserable.

That was the best way to sum up your day. Your head felt like a dumbbell, with all the pressure of a balloon on the verge of popping. But there was nothing for it. You just had to wait it out.

There were things you could have tried to alleviate the symptoms, but who on earth had the energy for all that?

No. Vegetating on the couch was the preferred option.

Finding some boring animal documentary, you tucked in, pulling the knit blanket around yourself as you curled up on the couch.

Michael got home from work with a loud clatter as he abandoned his boots by the door, the sound not disturbing you in the slightest. 

He didn’t have a stealthy bone in his body. It was how he lived his life, too, always hopping from one boiling pot into another, using his innate charm to distract and slip out of being caught.

“Hey,” he greeted, stepping through the living room. When he didn’t get a response from you, he turned back around, eyes raking over your form. 

The pair of you hadn’t been roommates for all that long, a couple months at this point, but he paid enough attention to know this was unusual.

Tissues on the coffee table, tea gone cold. The way you were curled in on yourself. All clues that he made note of.

He knelt down in front of your sleeping form, his arms on his knees as he watched you, realizing quite quickly that you must not be feeling well.

“Hey, did you take anything yet?”

You didn’t stir.

“Oi,” he spoke gently, breaking through your fever dream, his fingers nudging at your cheek. “You take anything?” he repeated.

“Not yet,” you croaked out, sitting up to look for your glass of water.

He was already thrusting it into your hand, a concerned look in his eyes.

Without a word, he left you there on the couch. Soon, rummaging could be heard in the tiny kitchen.

He returned with some pills he muttered were for the pressure, dropping them into your palm before disappearing back into the kitchen.

In the time it took you to finally sit up on the couch and swallow back the pills, he was able to prepare you a big mug of hot tea, absolutely loaded with honey, and a nice steaming bowl of some canned chicken noodle soup. 

The large tray was set before you on the coffee table. His eyes moved over you, catching on your messy, slept on hair, the way your shirt hung precariously off your shoulder. The way you visibly brightened at the offerings placed before you. 

He scolded himself internally, averting his gaze. “Gonna go shower,” he announced quietly.

Michael was a bit odd. Mostly quiet until you got him talking, he seemed used to keeping to himself. But he had a habit of caring for others. It wasn’t a chore, or even a question. He just did it. 

There were certainly worse men in the world. And he was a fine enough roommate. It just sort of happened. He was a friend of a friend of a friend who just needed a small favor. A month, maybe two. He paid everything on time. His job was stable. 

He liked this new stability, he admitted one night. He didn’t feel quite so anxious. So you told him there was no rush to go anywhere. 

Now there was no deadline. And you allowed yourself to look. 

He was undeniably handsome, filling out his skimpy tank tops in a way that left you a bit warm in the face. If he noticed, he hadn’t said anything yet. And that thin little chain he wore, it was far too delicate for the musculature of his neck and shoulders. Eye-catching, too. Like it was on purpose.

It’s not like you were going to do anything with this blooming attraction.

That would be crazy.

Soup and tea finished off to the best of your ability, you couldn’t deny you felt much better as you laid back down. 

Back and freshly showered, Michael stared down at your pathetic shape on the couch.

“You ought to try to sleep.” His smile was audible in his voice.

“I am,” you argued, curling in tighter.

He laughed, shaking his head, towel still in hand as he rubbed his curls mostly dry. “This couch is not fit for sleeping, believe me.”  

Before you could protest, the towel was tossed aside and he was sliding warm, damp arms beneath your frame. 

“Michael–!”

He picked you up off of the too-small couch effortlessly, as if you were just another of the bins, and carried you upstairs.

“I could have walked,” you grumbled, though you didn’t really mind too much.

Or at all.

He climbed each step so easily. “Didn’t feel like waiting.” A smirk.

His skin was still slightly wet from the shower, the thin tank forcing you to come into contact with it far more than you ever expected as your arms wound  around his neck.

Once he entered the hallway, he branched off left to nudge open your door with his foot. He set you gently down onto your bed, reaching up and wrapping his hand around one of yours, lowering your arm away from his neck and onto your chest. 

His gaze felt heavy, full of care. Care that maybe shouldn’t have been there.

“You gonna want dinner?”

He watched you curl up in the middle of the bed, your knees drawn in, a frown on your face. 

When you didn’t answer, he started to turn to leave. 

As if you’d been preserving all your energy for this one moment, your hand shot out of your blanket cocoon.

Your fingers found his wrist. 

He looked down at you, slight confusion in his expression before his gaze traveled down his arm and along yours, finding your eyes already on his.

Nothing was said. You didn’t know how to articulate what you were really asking for.

He stood stock still as he began making a series of decisions and negotiations in his head. His stare was loaded, full of his racing thoughts.

Are you sure? Do you understand what you’re asking for? Will you regret this? Is it me, or are you just lonely? Is this okay? How far will this go?

Clearly the negotiations went your way, because suddenly he was sliding into bed behind you. The thick knit blanket was tugged away and tossed to the foot of the bed, and he drew the scrunched up comforter over top of the both of you.

He radiated warmth, his big arm falling over your waist, his large hand at your belly drawing you back against his chest. He was still damp from the shower, the thin cotton tank harboring moisture that bled through the back of your shirt.

It felt right. Crazy, but right.

You weren’t blind, even in this haze of sinus pressure, you could appreciate the way his hair curled down over his forehead as he’d carried you up the stairs, the way his big, sad eyes observed you. Always on the verge of being too intense.

And here he was, so tempting, so close. 

It would be nothing to start edging past the point of no return. There was no time to properly weigh the pros and cons. You took a page out of his book and moved on impulse.

Just as he seemed to get comfortable, you nestled into the shape of him, something he picked up on immediately, his hands seizing your hips.

As if he didn’t want this to happen. The image of propriety, of decency.

Because that’s all it was, the image.

“You’re not feeling well,” he explained, as if that was honestly a deterrent. There was a tiny amount of stress woven into his voice.

“I don’t care,” you admitted. “Maybe it’ll help.”

A quiet laugh left his throat. You wanted to turn around to see the smile he must have worn. But the hands on your hips pulled, his own hips pushing up, the friction welcome for both of you.

Quiet gasps. Hands that squeezed, even as yours covered his own.

His lips pressed to your hair. “You really think this’ll help?”

The noise you made wasn’t an answer, and he wasn’t really asking. 

Large hands slid under the hem of the oversized shirt, not an ounce of hesitation lurking in his muscles. They roamed like they’d been shackled all this time and were finally cut loose. The shirt was lifted, pulled almost harshly over your head, staying on the arm pressed into the mattress. 

But it was good enough, as his hands found new skin. 

His own shirt came off easily, thrown aside. 

His breathing quickened into pants, his hips rubbing up on your ass as you pushed back against him. His heart raced as his fingers dived low, beneath the thin shorts, the underwear. He listened to you, his fingers swirling as you tensed beside him.

Could you feel it? he wondered. This superbloom of trust?

His chest pressed so tightly against your back, it felt like he was your second skin, peeling back anytime you separated even an inch.

Beneath the covers, it was stifling, sweat dripping down the back of his knees, the middle of his back, even his arms. He reveled in it. Maybe that’s what you needed. To sweat it out. It couldn’t hurt to try.

Frantic hands pushed your thin shorts and underwear down, past the swell of your ass, down your thighs until you reached down to tug them lower, eventually kicking them off. His own only made it to his knees. But it was enough for this.

Hooking your leg back over his hip, he finally found home, the grunt that tore from his throat sending a shiver down your spine. 

“Fuck,” he muttered, his forehead pressing against your shoulder. His hot breath fanned out over your sweat-slick back. “You are…”

He didn’t finish his thought, instead opting to begin an agonizingly slow rhythm. 

Too slow. Too shallow. 

He could feel your dissatisfaction and smiled against your skin before pushing you over, flat onto your stomach. He stretched over you, reaching past your head for a pillow. 

Finally taking the time to fully remove the underwear tangled around his knees, he allowed himself a moment to look at you, presented for him, pillow raising your hips up just enough. 

Just an hour ago, he was talking himself down, begging himself not to screw this up.

But he didn’t account for you.

He pushed back in, much deeper, the press of his body weight over yours a sufficient distraction from the pounding in your head. 

This. This was what you needed.

His muttered groans in your ear, one of his hands in yours, fingers laced together, crushed against your chest. His lips sometimes pausing their string of curses to press to the skin of your shoulder, the chain he wore tickling your skin, wet with his saliva as it hung in the way.

The forbidden nature of this sent a ripple of pleasure through him. He found himself thinking that this shouldn’t happen again, not until you reached this same level of desperation.

But he knew he was lying to himself. He wouldn’t be able to wait that long. Not with the way your every move filled him with adoration, a desire to protect, preserve.

Maybe this could be his life. Would you accept him? 

As he pushed in as deeply as he could manage, your shrill, breathless sounds heralding the way you clenched around him, he decided he didn’t care. 

He loved too much, too fast. He knew this. But this time, he would make sure you remained with him. He would convince you to love him. He just needed time. 

So he pressed his face into the back of your neck, the sweat there melding with your own, as he succumbed, spilling inside you.

His body was a dead weight over you as you two fought to recover.

“Feeling any better?”

He sounded quite pleased with himself.

You smiled, squeezing the hand clutched to your chest like a precious possession. “Maybe.”

His lips pressed soft kisses across the span of your back. “Could… try again?”

A shiver. 

“...Yeah. Again.”

[bewilderedbunny]

Eddie only wearing these bad boys under his graduation gown

[hellfirenacht]

I want Perv!reader and exasperated!Eddie.

I want Reader to give him a wedgie, get slammed against a wall and say something like "Shit, Eddie at least ask my safe word first~" and have him just sigh and say "I am *begging* you to calm down right now." "Then get on your knees, baby 💜" and have him just drop Reader while she laughs.

[elegantpaperoperatormaker]

You and Eddie live in an apartment complex that doesn't allow dogs or cats, so you get a salamander and he names it Cujo like the horror movie.

That's it. Send tweet.

[notwantingtoadult]

Rockstar Eddie Munson with Stubborn Fem Reader

CW: Not proofread. Sleeping pills are kicing in. Post it know, edit later. The idea is there, but there are some plot holes. I admit it's not my best work. Several grammar, vocabulary, and spelling mistales, but hey English is my second language. Besides, it's 2 AM here.

Picture this. For the past years you've been struggling financially trying to make ends meet. Your parents were happy to support you in any way you needed but you were too stubborn to accept their help. Besides, you knew it was your mess and you needed to "fix it".

You were a college drop out, so your employment options weren't exactly high paying jobs. The job market was competitive as shit, and you were faced to compete for job with people who only had their high school diploma, college drop outs, and even some that had a fancy title but no jobs lining up for them.

Every week you juggled working at the record store, being a cashier at the store down the street, babysitting for your neighbor, sewing alterations (mostly at night), with your OTHER responsabilities.

All thosejobs gave you very little money. Your parents sent you small amounts frequently under the most absurd justifications. They usually said things like "it started raining, you should get some hot chocolate", "the hea has been too awful, get some slushees". Once they even said "autumn just began, it's such a pretty season".

You hated they did that, but you really needed the money. Food stamps didn't always cut it, and they didn't offer you the luxury of getting better quality of food.

So, of course when your college roomate offered you any job that meant you had to sing or play the piano for a couple of hours, you took it without even asking.

This time was no different. You asked time and place, and wrote it down in your cramped planner.

The day came by, they gave you the music shet of what you would be playing. It wasn't hard , actually it was pretty easy. You made a mental note of saving one of the vintage vinyls your ex roomate loved.

You recorded your part several times, and the producer was happy with it. You didn't ask which artist was going to use it. You had no time for that, your neghbor was going to be pissed if you came by late to babysit her kids.

And in a perfect timing, after the producer gave you the envelope with your payment, the door opened and heard a voice that you wished had forgotten.

"We're back, MIke! And ready to make some music." the owner of the voice said.

Your mind tried figurin out how the hell you could get out of there withour raising suspicions. But all your plans were flushed down the drain, when the producer said.

"Awesome. Guys, this is Y/N, the pianist. " he pointed at you. "Y/N, these are Grant, Jeff, Gareth, and of course Eddie" he introduced them to you.

Eddie looked as if someone had physically stunned him.

"Sorry Mike, I have to go. Have somewhere else to be" you mumbled quickly as an apology.

If fleeing an akward encounter was an Olympic sport, you would have taken te gold. Quickly you gathered your things, and left the studio, almost running in the hall toward the exit.

You heard the door behind you opened.

"Y/N! Wait!"

You began sprinting to the door. It was so close now.

Eddie began sprinting also, but you were quicker and were now outside the building. Under the dying sun, you began running trying to go back to your blissful ignorance from a few minutes ago.

By the time he was out of the building, h couldn't find you among the sea of pople that were coming and going. You had disappeared, AGAIN.

When you got inide your apartmet you let out a sigh of relief. You had lost him, and were sure he hadn't followed you home. You didn't want to talk to him or have something to do with him.

Eddie Munson couldn't (an mostly shouldn't) lear that you were strugging in life. That you didn't become the succesful artist you wished. That you were a college dropout and now ere living of food stamps. That you had several jobs that gave you enough money to pay rent. That you had let your dreams die. And, especially, Eddie Munson couldn't learn that weeks after he broke up with you to pursue his rockstar dream, you found yourself sitting in your toilette with a positive pregnancy test that completely changed your live. Yes, he shouldn't know that,

He musn't learn about your son. About all the sacrifices you had done to keeo him happy. ABout how wonderful he is. About his love for fantasy novels. About his love for the rock classics. About how he is a mini version of Eddie with his curly black hair and his big chocolate eyes. Yup, definitely Eddie shouldn't about that.

[flameonstorm-deactivated2025082]

and I have to upload the video too cause fuck, his VOICE 😮‍💨

[loserboysandlithium]

Daddy 😩

[urhoneycombwitch]

thinking... thinking.... Eddie coming in wearing his coveralls, doing a lil strip show for you, one strap down slowly, swaying hips to music, the whole thing, but then it starts coming off more to reveal lacy lingerie... yeah... gotta sit on your hands and enjoy the full show instead of grabbing at him right then and there.

im Thinking So Very Hard about it

happy trail leading down to lace panties that barely contain his dick n balls

garters on his hairy thighs grrr rrr ruff I'm gonna get him between my teeth and also down my throat and in my–

ohohohohohoooo

him making you sit on your hands :))) so he has ample time to show off and be a fucking tease :))) and of course boy’s got insane rhythm. hypnotic hip movements. mesmerized to the tune of Led Zeppelin :))) he gets closer after the coveralls come off and it’s just him in some lacy panties…. hairy thighs hairy stomach hair poking out of the obscene barely-there coverage between his legs :)))) he lets you lean forward to nuzzle against his cock and mouth at his balls through the fabric :)))) still no hands tho :)))

[mojowitchcraft]

When the twerps u let join ur cool club bring a spunky toddler along and u r at ur limit

[arelliann]

Continuing my slutty 80s crop top agenda

[saramelaniemoon]

[justmeinadaze]

A Love That Will Survive (Eddie Munson X You)

A/N: I seriously have no idea where this came from but I worked really hard on it and I think it's the longest story I've ever written.

Please enjoy <3

Warnings: Husband Eddie & Fem Wife Y/N, The timeframes shift from young to older with 20 years of Marriage between them, SMUT, lose of virginity, dirty talk, lots of needy energy but all of it is with the love these two have. FLUFF, dad Eddie loves his kiddo and wife and vice versa.

ANGST, reader has an unexpected pregnancy her senior year of high school, she's from the richer side of Hawkins so her parents hate Eddie causing problems multiple times, Eddie and Y/N are in therapy, reader feels Eddie pulling away, Flashbacks with fights between the two of them (verbally), Eddie gets into a fight defending Y/N when some asshole grabs her arm. Y/N defends her husband against her parents. Eddie talking about fears of becoming his dad.

More than anything this is about a couple who's struggled with trials and tribulations of life and marriage but still love each other immensely.

Word Count: 12,541

Eddie Masterlist/ Donate to Me

1986

“Dooooo you love me more thaaan Henderson?”

“Yes. That was the easiest question you’ve ever asked me.”, Eddie chuckles as he blows the smoke from his cigarette towards the window. 

“Do you love me moooore than D&D?”

“Uh oh. They’re getting harder now. Of course, baby.”, he smirks as he kisses your forehead.

“More than your guitar?”, you giggle as he heavily sighs and tosses the stick between his fingers out the window before flipping you onto your back as he nuzzles his nose into your neck. 

“How dare you bring my guitar into this!”, he lightly scolds as he nibbles at your skin making you laugh harder as you wrap your arms around him. “Y/N, I fell in love you the moment I met you. I was waitin’ for a girl like you…” Your eyes roll as he laughs through his teeth before singing, “…to come into my life.”

“You’re such a dork.”

“I love you to.”

***

2006

“So…how have things been this past week?”, the therapist asks as her gaze shifts between the two of you. 

Neither you nor Eddie says a word as his eyes penetrate into the floor as if hoping it would open and swallow him up. You two had been married for almost 20 years and to some that would be an incredible milestone of love but little did the people around you know how mind-numbing marriage had become. 

When you two met there was a fire within him that you absolutely adored. He was always so animated about things he enjoyed like playing guitar or D & D. Even when he spoke about you, his hands would flail as he desperately tried to get the words to leave his brain to accurately describe how perfect you were to him. 

You weren’t sure when it happened but at some point that light and the romance just…disappeared. When Eddie came home from work smelling like motor oil and beer, he barely said two words to you before showering and crashing in bed. If he didn’t promptly fall asleep, he would pound his feet against the mobile home floors in his sweats and slight beer gut with his bare, tattooed heavy chest on display as he headed out front again to smoke a cigarette. You still thought he was incredibly attractive with scruff along his chin and the way his lose strands of hair hung around his face when he pulled it back for work. Unfortunately, the two of you hadn’t been intimate in quite some time, barely even holding hands anymore when you went out somewhere. 

The few times you did have sex, you both only took off the clothing required and he thrust into you with barely if any foreplay until you both came. Afterwards, there was no cuddles or soft kiss. You two would roll over and just go to sleep.

“Y/N?”

“Huh?”

“How’s this week been?”, the therapist asked again but softer as if treading water.

“Oh, uh, it’s been alright. Caleb went back to school on Sunday so that was hard. I miss him when he’s away.”

“I can imagine. Having any child away from home is hard but when its your only child…oof.”, she chuckles. “How about you, Eddie? How did you feel when your son left?”

“Um, I mean…it’s fine. I miss him to but I’m proud of him for going to school so…”

“Neither of us got to.”

His eyes close slightly before focusing on the woman in front of him. 

“Why did you say that just then, Y/N?”, she asks in her inquiring high pitch voice that tells you, you just stepped into a “lesson”.

“I just meant that I’m proud of him to.”

“Because he got into college or because you two didn’t?”

“What’s the difference?”

“That’s what I’m asking you.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.”, you growl. “I’m proud that my son doesn’t have to struggle like we did. He can go out, live his life, and do whatever he wants. That’s all I ever wanted for him.”

“Because of me you weren’t able to.”, Eddie grumbles.

“That’s not what I said.”

“Not in so many words but—”

“Do you blame him?”

Everything became silent as your husband leaned back on the couch and heavily sighed. 

“No, I don’t.”, you responded sternly as you folded your arms. “Me getting pregnant wasn’t his fault.”

“But you resent him a bit?”

Without waiting to hear your answer, Eddie got up and stomped out of the office.

##############

1986

The metalhead paces back and forth with his hands on his hips as you sit silently on his bed with your head hung. 

“I don’t understand. We were so careful and we used protection. How could this have happened?”

“The nurse suggested that the condom may have broken.”

“It didn’t look that way.”

“Oh, because you checked it thoroughly before throwing it in the garbage?”, you respond sassily as he angrily glares your way. “What are we going to do, Eddie?”

Hearing the pain in your voice breaks his heart and he promptly places himself beside you to pull you to his side. 

“Everything’s going to be alright, sweetheart. We can do this. We graduate in a couple of months and then I can get a job at the shop over here. I know cars so it shouldn’t be a problem. You, of course, can stay here till we find a house and then we can—”

Your lips cut him off as you cup his face in your hands to hold him to you. When you pull away, his palm laces around the back of your neck to keep your forehead on his.

“Will you marry me?” When you giggle through your tears, he can’t help but laugh as well. “I’m serious. I can take care of you, babe. Plus, you know I’ve wanted to marry you since I first met you. We’re just kind of…skipping a few steps here…”

Your eyes watch him as he yanks off one of his rings and kneels down on one knee in front of you with your hand in his. 

“I’m gonna get you a better ring, princess, I promise but like you this is special to me and I mean it when I say I want you to be my wife forever.”

Smiling, you kiss him again as you slide his ring on your finger. 

“Of course, I’ll marry you, Eddie Munson. 

***

The entire ride back home he didn’t say a word; chain smoking his cigarettes along the way. 

“Eddie, wait. Can we talk?”, you plead as soon as you enter the front door.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

 “I don’t resent you or the life we have!”, you scream as he tried to disappear down the hallway. 

“Oh, great. Thanks, sweetheart. Now that I know that I can fucking sleep tonight.”, he responded with a tone that had you huffing as you ran after him into your bedroom. 

"What I resent is this!" His intense, brown eyes follow your hands as you gesture absently between the two of you. “When did you stop fucking caring?!”

“I do care.”

“Do you?! You barely talk to me anymore, we don’t spend time together, and when you are here physically you seem gone mentally. You always have a cigarette or a fucking beer in your hand… I mean we don’t even really fight anymore. It’s always me shouting at you while you stare at me like you are now!”

“What do you want from me, Y/N?”

 “I just want you to show some kind of emotion! You used to be so animated, Eddie, and now you just…I don’t know. You’re not as passionate as you used to be.”

“I’m not in my 20s anymore, babe. I’m sorry I’m not as spry as before.”

“Like you would know. You don’t even try or anything. We aren’t old, Eddie, and now’s our time to do everything we wanted.”

“Because I ruined our youth by knocking you up?”

Your eyebrows furrow together as you blink back tears that try to push forth. 

“No, you asshole. Because you said, you wanted to spend forever with me.”

With that, you turn around and stomp out the back door. 

##############

1988

“Every rose has its thorn Just like every night has its dawn Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song Every rose has its thorn Yeah it does, Caleb.”

 Eddie softly smiles as his son’s tiny palm taps the guitar his fingers were strumming on. Your own grin paints your lips as you watch him pet his unruly curls before continuing to play. His voice was a bit more rugid than normal but you assumed that was because he had been at work all day and had yet to rest. Even now his jumpsuit hung around his waist and he had patches of dirt clinging to his skin but he missed Caleb a lot when he was away. 

Eddie as a father made you fall even more in love with him as you watched them play or do anything together. He had been working back-to-back shifts to help pay for certain things your son needed and you missed him every day. 

“Hey, baby?”

“Hey, princess?”, he cooed back making you giggle. 

“How was your day?”

“It was alright. Angry customers and stupid people so ya know…Hawkins.”, he beams your way as you come over to sit beside him and pick up the baby to sit on your lap.

“You know you don’t have to work so hard, right?”

“I know, sweetheart. I just want to make sure you both have everything you need and to get us out of this fucking trailer.”

“It’s technically a mobile home…a bit bigger.”, you smirk as he leans forward to kiss your forehead. 

“But you both deserve a house and I still haven’t gotten you a proper engagement ring.”, he sighs. 

“Eddie, I love this ring. It was a part of you and it feels like you’re holding my hand throughout the day.” 

“I don’t deserve you.”, he murmurs with a smile as he kisses your lips before Caleb swats at his cheek. “Hey, hey, dude. She was mine first. Don’t get jealous.”

***

2006

His boots bang along the wood of the back porch as Eddie steps outside to find you laying on the trampoline you had gotten Caleb for his 8th birthday. His son was so ecstatic when he opened the box, begging his father to put it together right that moment. They both spent the evening working as a team to put it together and they laughed the entire time. 

The metal clanked against his belt buckle as he awkwardly climbed up to lay beside you, your eyes closing as you listened to the lighter shut as he lit a cigarette and breathed out the smoke. You would always associate that smell with him. The smell of smoke mixed with his breath that smelled the way he used to taste, intoxicating. The scent of gasoline and his leather jacket when he came home from work. 

Eddie. 

“Do you remember when Caleb broke his arm jumping on this thing and he didn’t even cry?”

The trampoline underneath him shook slightly at your laughter. 

“Yeah, he came in holding his wrist and said ‘Mom, I think we need to go to the doctor.’ Scared the crap out of me.”

“When I showed up at the hospital, he showed me his cast like it was an award or something. He said he was going to be the coolest kid in class.”, he chuckled as you both continued to look up at the sky. “He didn’t need an injury to be cool. Kid was always badass.”

“Do you still love me?”

Taken aback by your question, his head snaps in your direction. 

“Of course, Y/N.”

“It doesn’t feel like it sometimes. For a while I thought maybe this was normal, that we would grow distant as the years passed but…” Your eyes turn to meet his. “…this doesn’t feel normal.”

“What are you trying to say to me right now?”

“Caleb’s an adult now and like you said… you knocked me up. You…you don’t have a reason to stay.”

Eddie blinked as his jaw tightened and you watched his anger flow through his facial features. Rolling off the trampoline, he tosses his cigarette and stomps back into the house, slamming the door for emphasis. 

################

1992

You gnaw on your thumb as you glance towards the kitchen wall clock. Your husband was supposed to be home at 8pm and it was now 11. You had an absolute shit day and wanted to crash early after a long bath but you needed to talk to him about something important. The longer you waited the angrier you became. 

At 11:30pm, the door slowly squeaked open as Eddie tried to quietly sneak in.

“Where have you been?”, you ask sternly eliciting a heavy sigh from him as he shuts the door loudly. “You were supposed to be home four hours ago.”

“I worked late and then Steve invited me out for a beer.”

“It smells like it was more than a beer.”, you sneer as you roll your eyes. “I needed to talk to you about something important but fuck me, right?”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N. What do you want? What’s so goddamn important you can’t wait till tomorrow.” Without saying a word, you try to head towards your bedroom but he quickly reaches forward to grab your arm. “No, hey, I want to hear it because obviously it’s a big fucking deal.”

Furiously, you smack the paper in your hand into his chest. 

“Your son needs school supplies and other things for next week. I get a discount at my store but I still don’t have enough for that and our mortgage payment.”

“Ok.”, Eddie sighs as he scratches the scruff on his face and looks at the list. “Ok, this isn’t too bad. We can—”

“It’s not just this. He’s going to need money for lunches and his teacher said they are going on a field trip in October and he needs to pay for the ticket. How are we going to afford that?!”

“Y/N, calm down. It’s August. We can cross that bridge when we get there.” Again, you try to leave but he tugs you once more. “What? What is it now?!”

“Eddie, it’s like you don’t care! We need to think of these things!”

“Just because I’m not flipping out like you are doesn’t mean I don’t care!”

“You always do this! You always make me the bad guy!”

“That’s not what I said, Y/N!”

“You don’t think I want to go out and have fun with my friends to?! I wish I could have a beer with Nancy and Robin after work but I can’t because I have to do EVERYTHING around here! And that includes figuring out how our son is going to be able to eat, have the things he needs, and also be allowed to have fun with his friends by going on that field trip!”

“When did you get so fucking uptight?”, he grumbled. 

“When I married you, apparently!”

“Yeah. Well—”

“Daddy?” Caleb’s tiny, sleepy voice cut through your argument as you both turned to face him as he rubbed his little eyes. “Mommy? Why so loud?”

“I’m sorry, baby. Were we being too loud?”

“Uh huh.”

As you step towards him, your son automatically extends his arms so you can lift him and he rests his head on your shoulder. 

“Hey, kid.”, Eddie smiled his way as he lightly tickled the boy’s neck with his finger making him giggle as he keened into you more. “Come on. Let’s get you back in bed.”

The metalhead followed close behind as you head for Caleb’s room and place him under his covers. 

“Mommy? Were you guys fighting because of me?”

Tilting your head to the side, you sat by his legs as you turned to face him. 

“No, baby. Daddy and I weren’t fighting. We were…”, you pause looking at your husband for help. 

“We were…talking incredibly excitedly. LIKE THIS!”, Eddie shouts causing his son to laugh. “Sometimes adults forget to use there inside voice.”

“Like—like Jackie’s parents?”, he asks, you and your husband exchanging a knowing look. 

Jackie was the little girl in the mobile home across the street and who Caleb played with on the weekends. At night, occasionally, you three would hear her parent’s fighting and sometimes she would come over for dinner just to get away. 

“Um, yeah, buddy.”

“Except not as mean. No mean names.”

“Pfft yeah. No mean names. Mommy would kill me if I called her something mean.”, Eddie jokes as he makes a slicing motion with his finger and pretends to fall to the floor dead.

“I would.”, you widen your eyes playfully as he beams your way and you bend down to kiss his forehead. “Alright, go to sleep. I love you.”

“I love you to, mommy. Love you, daddy!”

“Love you to, freak. Ow!”, he chuckles when you lightly slap his chest before winking Caleb’s way. 

After closing his door and heading to your own bedroom, Eddie tugs you into his arms and hugs you to his chest. 

“I’m sorry I was late and made you feel that way. I do care. We’ll get him everything he needs and I’d be more than happy to watch him while you hang out with the girls. He’s a cool kid and I know Wayne has been dying to see him.”

Pushing up on your toes, you tenderly kiss his lips. 

####################

2006

“So, tonight is the night, right?”, your therapist asked during your next session.

It had been a week since your conversation with Eddie on the trampoline and he had barely been home that entire time. You knew where he was because you passed the mechanic shop to get to work and his head was always stuck under the hood of a car he was repairing.  

“Yeah, my parents are doing their annual charity thing and we’re forced to be there.”, you sigh as your whole body deflates. 

“No one is really forcing you, Y/N. You’re a grown woman who can tell her parents no.” The therapists head ticked to the side as your own hung. “Why are you still afraid to stand up to them?”

“I…I don’t know how.”, you whisper causing your husband’s eyes to scan over you before glancing towards the therapist. 

“She did it once and it didn’t end well.”, Eddie explained as he straightened his jacket and sat up a bit. “When she told her mom she was pregnant and marrying me, they told her she wasn’t allowed and how ‘unbecoming’ it was for young ladies or some shit. She told her mom to fuck off and her dad got so pissed.”

You can’t help but smile when he chuckles. 

“I didn’t actually say ‘fuck off’ but I did stand up for you. I just hated the things they were saying about how you were beneath us. Oh my God and then he came towards you like he was going to hit you.”

“You jumped in front of me. I was so pissed off when we got home because you put yourself in harms way.”, he shakes his head before his eyes lock with yours. 

“I’d do it again.”

When his toothy grin softened to a smirk, for a moment, you felt that spark again that ignited within you when you two first met. Did he feel it to?

“What happened after that? Why do you go to this event every year then?”, the therapist asks and the moment passes. 

“Huh? Oh, appearances mostly. Since we got married, I wasn’t viewed as much of a slut as some other single mothers in town. It was fucking stupid but…I wanted Caleb to have his grandparents and at least they were good at that”

“Mhmm. But Caleb is 19 and in college…so why do you keep going?”

You blinked as you took in her words as if she just told you the weirdest thing you had ever heard. You genuinely hadn’t thought about it, pretty much going on impulse at this point. 

“I go for her.”, Eddie answers as he exhales and leans back on the couch. “I wasn’t going to allow her to face that chaos by herself.”

“You’ve always been very protective over Y/N. It’s definitely something I admire about your relationship.”

Your husband shrugs as his gaze shifts to the window behind her. 

“She’s my wife and the love of my life. I’d do anything for her…even leave…if that’s what she wants.”

To your therapist that seemed random but you understood. It was Eddie’s way of telling you that he didn’t want a divorce but if you did, he’d understand. 

“I don’t want you to leave. I want you to fight.”

***

1997

“Hey Grandma!”, Caleb shouts after you take off his jacket and hand it to the man your parents hired to work for the evening. 

“Shhhhhh. Now Caleb, how do we speak when at a social function?”

“We use our inside voice and manners.”, he recited, your son smiling as your mother beams at him and leans down to kiss his cheek. 

“Good boy! Oh my goodness look at you in your little suit. You look so handsome.”

“Thank you ma’am. My dad and I went to the store together.”

“Oh? You never would have been able to guess with the ensemble he’s currently wearing.”

“Mom.”, you scold as Eddie’s fingers twitch slightly around your waist. 

“Always good to see you, Angela. Would you look at that? Steve is by the bar. Excuse me.”

“Mom, they both spent over an hour getting ready for this. Can you please be kind?”

“Hm, I can’t make any promises. Oh, Y/N, it’s Michael and his mother. Didn’t you go to school with him?”

Pointing at something in the distance, you grab your son’s hand and hastily make a getaway to where Steve, Nancy, and Eddie were gathering in a corner. 

“Hey, dude.”

“Hi, Uncle Steve and Aunt Nancy.”, he grins as he leans in to give her a hug around her waist. 

“Are your parents here to, Steve?”, you ask.

“Of course. Wouldn’t miss a chance to show off their wealth for the world.”, the man sasses as he points to where they were mingling with other guests. 

As the night wore on, you saw how it affected your husband as he continually either adjusted his uncomfortable clothes or did whatever he could to maintain a conversation with someone even though anyone that passed by usually only wanted to speak to Steve. 

“Y/N, you need to go talk to Michael before he leaves.”, your mom commands as she tries to pull on your arm. 

“Mom, no. Michael and I aren’t friends nor will we ever be or anything else you try to push on me.”

Narrowing her eyes, she succeeds in pulling you away but instead of towards the other man, she guides you into your old bedroom. 

“Y/N, I’m trying to help you here.”

“How can Michael Wescott help me? I don’t need anything from him.”

“You need a better husband and father for that child.”

Your mouth falls open as her insult pierces your heart. 

“Mom, Eddie is a good husband and a wonderful father. He works hard for us both and I love him. I’m sorry you can’t see what an amazing man he is.”

“No but I can see my only child living in a trailer with barely enough means to get by. Honey, he still hasn’t even gotten you a proper engagement ring and it’s been 10 years!”

“I’m taking them both out of here right now! You never took the time to get to know him like I did. If you had you would see why I love him with all my heart!”

As you open the door, you were met with your husband chugging back the last of the liquid in his glass before tossing it onto the floor where it shattered. 

“Eddie…”

Without saying a word, he grabbed your hand and collected his son so the three of you could leave. 

######################

2006

“What do you think?”, you ask as you step into the living room and display your blue, spaghetti strap evening dress with your hair pulled up and away from your face.

Eddie tore his eyes from the mirror where he had been straightening his tie and when they landed on you, he felt his heart skip a beat. 

“I think…wow, you look fucking amazing, princess.”

It had been so long since you heard him call you that and a heavy sigh left your lips at the sound.

“Th-Thank you, baby.”

Smiling softly, he extended his arm for you to take and guided you to your car. The entire drive to your parent’s house, you took an opportunity you hadn’t in a long time and rested your head on his shoulder. His chest heaved but he leaned his head on your own as his palm rested on your thigh. 

“I think you look handsome to by the way.”, you grin as he pulls into the driveway, flashing you a nervous smile with a little chuckle. 

“Thanks. Let’s see what sarcastic comment your parents have to say. I’m guessing something about me not trying or maybe I’ve gotten too fat to wear a suit.”

“Eddie…you’re not…don’t say it like that.”

“Like what? It’s true, I mean I’m not as scrawny as I was 20 years ago.”

“I like the way you look.”, you sigh before turning to open the car door but his hand on your bicep stops you and your eyes meet his. “We can go back home if you want. Steve and Nancy can’t make it and Caleb isn’t here so—”

“So it’s ok for me to leave you to handle your parents alone while they talk shit about me?”

“Ugh, nevermind.”, you huff as you step out and saunter towards the front door. 

“Y/N, wait. I didn’t mean it like—”

“Y/N! There’s my little girl.”, your father grins wide as he wraps his arms around you. “Where is my grandson?”

“He went back to school a couple of weeks ok, dad.”

“Aw that’s too bad.” Ignoring Eddie’s extended hand, your dad drags you further into the house to find your mother who also ignores your husband as she gives you a hug.

“Oh, baby, you look so beautiful.”

“Thank you. Eddie looks really good as well tonight don’t you think?”

“Edward, oh my. Didn’t even see you there, honey, which is shocking given how much weight you’ve gained since we last saw you.”

“MOM!”

“What!? I’m just saying—”

“No, no, sweetheart. It’s alright. I have put on a couple of pounds but in all the right places. I mean, I’m not just slouching forward because I’m lazy. You know what I mean, Norman.”, Eddie winks as he pats your dad on the arm while you try to contain your smile and for added effect he reaches down to adjust the bulge in his slacks. “Excuse me while I go mingle.”

####################

1984

“I think this is the best Halloween I’ve ever had.”, you beam as Eddie chuckles beside you, continuing to slowly turn the merry go round you two were sitting on with his foot. “I think this is the first year I haven’t dressed up like a princess.”

“Well, Sarah Conner, you’re still a princess to me.”, he grins as he hands you another piece of candy. “Are you cold? You can wear my jacket if you want to.”

“No, Kyle Reese. I think I’m alright.”

His smile widens as you lay back and he does the same, placing his bag of treats and fake rifle that rounded out his ensemble above your heads. 

“My parent’s always do that masquerade thing for Halloween and I always hated it.”

“I can imagine. Being stuck inside with stuffy adults in those Victorian costumes would drive me crazy to. Then again being stuck inside with Wayne in a trailer watching reruns of Stephen King movies isn’t exactly thrilling either.”

Eddie grins when you laugh before it tapers off and you both just lay there in each other’s presence. You had been dating this metalhead for about a month and you appreciated him taking things slow with you but as your eyes scanned him over you suddenly wanted more. 

“Thank you for taking me out tonight and showing me a good time.”

“Of course, sweetheart. I like spending time with you.”

“I was wondering…could you…show me something else?”

Eddie’s foot drags along the ground forcing the merry go round to jerk to a stop as he pushes up onto his elbow to look down at you. 

“W-What, um, what would you like me to, uh, show you?”, he stuttered nervously making you giggle a bit. 

“Could you…show me how to…kiss a boy?”

“I mean, I’ve never kissed a boy myself but…”, he laughs through his teeth and your smile grows. “Yeah, I can show you.”

Your eyes remained locked on his as his palm comes down to cup one of your cheeks and he gradually lowers himself till his lips are hovering just above your own. His breath smells like chocolate and nicotine but there’s also a hint of something else you desperately wanted to identify. As his thumb tenderly caressed your skin, his mouth finally connected to yours and as soon as they did you felt your entire body come to life. 

It was a soft kiss at first but soon grew bolder when you figured out what that additional something else was, Eddie. That was the best way to describe it and it tasted so good that your hand snuck just below his ear to hold him closer. 

Your hips twisted to be closer to him and he didn’t miss a beat as his palm slid down you back to press your lower half harder against him. 

“Eddie.”, you whimper involuntarily as his mouth released yours long enough to catch his breath before diving back in just as eagerly. “Eddie, Eddie, wait.”

At your firm command, his hand came back up to cup your cheek. 

“Are you alright? Did I…Did I go too far?”

“No, no. I just…this is all new to me. I want to go slow.”

“I…I understand. I understand.”, he panted as he wiped your spit from his lips and winced slightly as he rolled over back onto his back. 

It took you a moment but when your eyes glanced along his body, you noticed the large bulge pressing uncomfortably against his jeans. 

“I’m sorry.”, you whisper with a slight crack in your tone that has his head shooting up to look your way before following your eyeline. 

“Hey, sweetheart, no. No reason to be sorry. I’ll be ok. Trust me, I’m a guy with all the hormones. I’ve gotten boners in pretty uncomfortable scenarios believe me.”, he laughs hoping to make you laugh as well. “Don’t ever be sorry about this kind of stuff. I can go as slow as you need me to and I’ll be here, babe. I, um, I really like you…a lot.”

Taking ahold of you, he maneuvers you by his side with your head on his chest. 

“I like you a lot to.”

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2006

You watch with a small smile on your face as your husband talks with some of the other guests at the party and you couldn’t help but think of your therapist’s question as you sipped your drink. 

Why did you keep coming here? 

Habit maybe? Until you met Eddie you really did do everything they wanted completely unsure of what else you should be doing. You went to all their events, smiled, and spoke to anyone they told you to, even wearing clothes they suggested because you had yet to really find your sense of self. When you met the metalhead, he showed you a completely different world that you absolutely enjoyed and loved experiencing with him. 

Even when you both got married and had Caleb, you couldn’t picture anyone else you wanted that life with other than him. Sometimes you wondered what life would be like if you hadn’t met Eddie. You pictured an unhappy girl married to an equally unhappy man who was incredibly vain and never home to see his children. 

Your husband was a wonderful father and a good man to you both. Even now with your marital problems, he still came to therapy with you and never once cheated or hurt you. 

“Y/N!”, you mother called interrupting your thoughts. “Baby, look who I found.”

You didn’t even try to hide your sigh when she pushed Michael forward to shake your hand. 

“Michael. How have you been?”

“Oh, I’ve been good. I just closed a big case and made partner at my firm.”

Your eyes widened sarcastically as you nodded while your mom got a bit too excited, clapping her hands and congratulating him. 

“That’s so amazing! Isn’t it amazing, Y/N?”

“Super. I’m, um, I’m just going to…” As you point towards the balcony, your mother grabs your wrist.

“Y/N, be polite and take him with you.”, she whispers.

“I don’t want to be polite.”, you growl as you pull your arm out of her grasp. “I’m married mom. I have been for 20 years to the man I love and have a son with. Stop pushing Michael on me which by the way is super weird that he’s still single after all this time. Didn’t that thought ever occur to you?”

“No because all I thought about was how my daughter deserves better than a man she was forced to marry because he got her pregnant.”

Rolling your eyes, you hurry outside onto the balcony by the pool and inhale the night air as you try to calm down. 

“Hey Y/N.” Sighing, you turn to face Michael who was slowly walking towards you with his hands in the air. “I just wanted to come and apologize for all that back there. I’ve never been the one to ask your mom to introduce me. She does that on her own.”

“Yeah, she does that.” Your eyes scan him over before giving him a polite smile. “Thank you for coming over to apologize. I really appreciate that.”

“It’s no problem. My own mom is a bit pushy to so I get it then again I haven’t gotten married yet so that could be the problem.”, he chuckles and you can’t help but laugh with him. 

***

2002

Eddie storms into the house after work and slams his keys loudly down on the table before heading to the fridge to pop open a bottle of beer. Slowly getting up from the couch you meet him halfway as his fury filled eyes meet yours. 

“So are you going to tell me why you’re upset or…”

“Doesn’t matter.”, he grumps as he stalks towards the sofa and hurls his body onto it. 

“Obviously it does so why don’t you quit with the foreplay and just tell me.”

When he doesn’t answer, you shrug and head for your bedroom, smirking to yourself slightly when you hear his boots bang against the floor as he follows. 

“I came to visit you at work today. Thought maybe we could have lunch or something.”

“Ok…and you didn’t because…?”

“Because when I got there you were flirting with some asshole.”

“I’m sorry what?”, you ask genuinely confused with a hint of sarcasm. 

“Oh, you don’t know who I’m talking about? Tall, black hair, young, looks like Johnny Depp in Nightmare on Elm Street.” When you giggle, his eyes darken. “Don’t laugh at me.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to but I just can’t believe you’re actually fucking jealous of a twenty-year-old who has a girlfriend by the way. What the fuck is wrong with you? After all this time why would you think I would cheat on you now with some kid from work?”, you reply sarcastically.

“Well, Y/N, you’re not fucking me! So…”

Your eyes widen in shock and you wonder if he can see your heart break. Controlling any tears from escaping, your jaw tightens as you tilt your head.

“You’re right I’m not. Maybe I should fuck him. Wouldn’t be the first time I slept with someone who was beneath me.”

It was an automatic reaction that had Eddie moving before he could stop himself. His hands were around your biceps and suddenly you were against the wall with his nose just inches from your own. His chest rose and fell as angry breaths escaped his nose. 

As quickly as it came, it left with a blink as you saw the darkness recede and the man you fell in love with take over again. His mouth fell open as his eyes continued to run up and down your body as if he was trying to figure out what just happened.

“Mom?” 

Both your heads turned to see your teenage son leaning in the doorway with a concerned look painted on his features. 

“Is everything ok?”

“Yeah, baby, I’m fine. I just had the worst day and your dad was trying to make me feel better. Are you hungry, Caleb? Do you want something to eat?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Eddie fold himself as he took a few steps away from you. 

“Um, yeah, but I can make myself something—”

“Oh, don’t be silly. Just give me one moment, ok?”

Nodding, he turned to head towards the kitchen but when you swiveled around to face your husband, he had already disappeared into the bathroom and locked the door.

***

2006

Eddie loved watching you interact with people. He knew who you were before he even introduced himself having seen you skip happily around the school with your books close to your chest like Molly Ringwald in any John Hughes movie. You spoke with your hands and smiled as you nodded your head as you seemingly absorbed what people were saying to take a piece of it with you. 

You had always made him feel heard. 

The metalhead thought he didn’t have a chance with a girl like you but when your beautiful eyes landed on him after bumping into him in the library, he knew he had to try. 

Over the past twenty years, he felt like he slowly watched that light leave you and he knew it was his fault. Just like his dad did with his mother, it was unavoidable. 

Going outside to get away from the people in your parent’s house, he leaned over the rail wishing he could smoke but knew if your mom smelled it on him she would have something to say and he didn’t want to deal with all that right now. 

Suddenly, Eddie heard a sigh in the air and as he peaked around the corner, he saw you exhaling into the night sky. 

The way the wind moved your hair had him smitten all over again as he remembered cold nights of you two sitting on his bed with the window open after making love and you in one of his shirts as you leaned your head outside to feel the breeze while he smoked. 

You would smile and he would randomly reach out to touch your face wondering what the fuck you were doing with him. 

Eddie couldn’t help but huff when another man came out to talk to you. 

Michael; the asshole your mom kept pushing your way. 

You seemed annoyed at first but then you laughed. God, he adored that sound more than anything in the world. The first time Caleb laughed he silently thanked the heavens it sounded exactly like yours. 

“I said no.”, you shouted sternly with eyes filled with anger. 

Pushing at his chest, you tried to walk away but Michael grabbed your forearm to turn you around and Eddie saw red.

#########################

1986

As Eddie starts to take off his suit jacket, he notices you staring at yourself in the mirror above his dresser as you carefully untangle your hair from the veil you had clipped into it. 

An idea crosses his mind and he digs through his records before popping in a cassette and waiting for it to play. 

Meeting his eyes in your reflection, you giggle as the synth fills the room and he reaches for your palm that you eagerly take. Wrapping his arms around your waist, you do the same around his neck as you both begin to sway to the music. 

“When you love someone It feels so right, so warm and true I need to know if you feel it too Maybe I'm wrong Won't you tell me if I'm coming on too strong?”

As he sings along, your smile grows and at the chorus he scrunches his face as he obnoxious belts out the lyrics.

“I've been waiting for a girl like you to come into my life I've been waiting for a girl like you, you're a love that will survive I've been waiting for someone new to make me feel alive Yeah, waiting for a girl like you to come into my life”

“You’re such a dork, Eddie Munson.”

“Yeah, but I’m your dork, Y/N Munson.” At the use of your new name, you tilt up on your toes to kiss his lips and lean your head against his chest. “What’s wrong, princess? Thinking about your parents?”

You nod as you continue to sway to the music. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m sure this isn’t exactly how you pictured your wedding day but—”

“Shhhhh.”, you shush as you tilt back and place a finger over his mouth. “I had a great day, baby. Yeah, I wish my mom and dad could accept us but I love you so much. I can’t wait to see what our future holds.”

He sighs as he kisses you again and holds you to him once more. 

“I love you to, sweetheart. You’re safe with me and I promise I’ll do whatever it takes to give you a happy life.”

“As long as I have you, I’m happy.”

***

2006

“Excuse me?”, you ask the man beside you hoping you didn’t hear him correctly.

“Come on. You heard me. You deserve better than the life you have and you we both know people like us aren’t trailer trash.”

“Define ‘people like me’.”

Gesturing towards your parent’s house, he raises an eyebrow as if to signal it should be obvious.

“Wow, no wonder my mother chose you. You’re a fucking asshole.”

“That may be but why don’t you let me take you out to dinner and show you what you’re missing out on.”

“Um, no thanks. I’ll pass.”

As you stand, Michael suddenly blocks you with his body.

“Come on, baby.”

“I said no.”

While trying to walk away, the man grabs your forearm and turns you around, pulling you to his chest.

“I’m not a man you say no to, Y/N.”

“And I’m not a woman you grab. Now let me go.”

When he doesn’t release you, you raise your hand and hit him hard in the face causing him to let you go. You expected and braced to fall onto the concrete so when strong palms catch you, you’re surprised. 

After making sure you’re on both feet and ok, Eddie turns to shove the man hard backward. 

“Don’t ever put your hands on my wife.”

“Or what?”, the man challenges and your husband accepts as he steps forward before you grip his arm to stop him. 

Placing a protective arm around you, Eddie guides you towards the house to head towards the front door. 

“She could have had a good life, Munson! A big house, fancy jewelry, and anything she could want and more. She wouldn’t even have to ask. With my last name things would be handed to her willingly.” 

You saw his jaw tighten as Michael spoke but he continued to ignore him as he grabbed your coat and held it open for you to put your arms through.  

“What’s going on?”, your father asked as he came up from the side. 

“I’m a respected member of Hawkins whose parents helped mold this town. You were just a trailer trash, burn out whose own parents were scum.”

Right as his palm touched the door, he froze and you both listened as the other man stepped closer behind you. 

“Guys like you, Munson, are meant to be the ‘good time’ before women like her marry respectable men like me. Jesus… Your dad was a failure, you’re a failure, and if the accidental pregnancy is any indication so will Caleb. His whole fucking conception was a mistake.”

It was abrupt to everyone in the room except you when Eddie’s fist flew hitting Michael square in the jaw. You didn’t even try to stop him as he headed towards him to hit him more before your parents intervened. 

“That is enough! I will not have this behavior in front of my quests in my own house.”, your mother scolded as she pointed her boney finger at your husband.

“I put up with a lot of bullshit. For over twenty years, I’ve let you ridicule and insult me, put down me and my family, and listen to you whisper in my wife’s ear that she can do better. I have put myself through the ringer including getting on my hands and knees to beg you people to come to our wedding…”

Your eyes scanned him over as tears began to fall from your eyes and your mouth fell open. 

“…yet I’m still just fucking trailer trash that ruined her life? Fuck. You. Yeah, you heard me. We may have had a son and gotten married a bit faster than ‘normal people’ but I always loved your daughter. You think she doesn’t deserve a man like me but over 22 years I’ve learned that she never deserved you as parents. We may have our problems but thank GOD we are nothing like you.” 

“Get out NOW before I call the police! You are no longer welcome here.” Your father shouts as Eddie searches for you, thankful when your hand intertwines with his. “Y/N Y/L/N. If you leave with this man, you will not be welcome back into this house or this family. Any inheritance will be spread elsewhere.”

Chuckling under your breath, you turn to face them still holding the man you love. 

“Honestly, you can take my inheritance and shove it up your ass.” People around the room gasp at your comment as your parents take a step back. “I haven’t been a part of this family since I got pregnant and the only reason we’ve put up with you is because of Caleb.”

“Y/N—”

“No! Jesus, mom, think about it. Eddie may not come from money but at least he doesn’t call my son a mistake.”, you growl towards Michael. “He’s a good man but you can’t look past your own selfishness to see that. If you want to apologize to me and my husband you know where we are. Until then, fuck you.”

As you both turn to leave, you pause to face them one more time. 

“Oh, and it’s Y/N Munson, not Y/L/N.”

##############

1985

“I have a confession to make.”, Eddie breathily laughs as he holds the condom between his fingers. “I’ve never done this before…sex…like actual sex. I’ve done stuff but not like…fuck I’m coming off like an ass.”

You smile as you sit up with his blanket wrapped around your naked body and lean your cheek on his shoulder. 

“No, baby, you’re not. I’ve never…you’re going to be my first to.”

Swallowing, he tilts forward to kiss your forehead. 

“I just don’t want you to be disappointed.”, he whispers.

“As long as I’m with you, I won’t be. I trust you, Eddie.”

Reaching over him, you take the condom from his hand and tear it open like they showed students in health class before sliding it onto his hard, leaking cock. The metalhead hisses slightly at your touch, holding his breath as your palm rubs along his shaft through the rubber barrier. 

“How does that feel?”, you murmur as your eyes watch his face. 

“Feels…good.” When he finally opens his own eyes and sees your smile, he realizes you were asking about the condom. “Oh, I mean, yeah. That feels good to. It’s on there correctly. I’m just going to stop talking.”

Shaking your head, you take hold of his biceps and pull him on top of you, adjusting the blanket over you both. 

“Don’t you dare. I need to hear you.”

“O-Okay.”

Opening your legs wider for him, Eddie reaches between your bodies to take hold of himself and run the head of his length between your folds.

You jump slightly, licking your lips as he occasionally grazes your clit. 

“I’m—fuck—I’m gonna lean back on my knees. Is that ok? I feel like I’ll have more control so I don’t…I don’t hurt you as much.”

After getting your ok, he pushes up onto his knees and continues to run himself between your pussy lips while his free hand massages your thigh.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. I’m going to push in now, ok? If you want me to stop just let me know.”

Before this moment, Eddie had asked Steve a ton of questions about what he should do and how best to not hurt you. Nothing, however, prepared him for the immense pleasure he felt when he gradually began guiding his cock inside of you.

“Oh—Oh my God.”

“Are you alright?”

“Y-Yeah, baby. Just—fuck—you feel so fucking good.”

“I do?”

When he aggressively nods his head, you both feel your pussy flutter around him making you both moan; him much louder than you. You were doing all right as he continued, the stretch of him burning but not enough to want to stop. It wasn’t until he had half his cock inside you that you sucked in a breath and his eyes shot up to see yours squeeze closed as your face scrunched in pain.

“Do you need me to stop?”

“N-No. No. Just hang on a minute.”

Nodding, he remembered something his friend told him and you listened as he licked his thumb and gently rubbed slow circles against your clit. 

“Oh f-fuck, Eddie.”

“Yeah, honey? Does that feel good? Fuck me. I’m gonna thrust a bit but I won’t go deeper till you tell me.”

You allowed him to do that till you felt the pain subside and pleasure begin to take over again. Reaching for his arms, you brought him down till he was hovering over you once more and you wrapped your legs around his waist. 

“More.”

“You want more?”, Eddie whispered against your lips before placing a tender kiss against them as he pushed deeper inside of you. “Fuck, Y/N. You are so tight around my dick. I’m almost all the way in.”

“Give it to me, baby, please.”

“Oh my god.”, he mewled as his lips attached to your neck and your arms wrapped around his shoulders. With a rough roll of his hips, you felt the head of his cock nudge something only his fingers had ever touched and your nails dug into his skin as he grunted into yours. 

“Jus—Just like that, Eddie.”

“Like that? Can I take over, baby? Is that ok?”

When you nod, his entire body falls flat against your own with his hand snaking behind your head to hold to him as your own hands slid to his lower back as if to guide his movements. His rhythm hastened and the grunts that were echoing in your ears were the most beautiful sound you had ever heard. 

He seemed to get almost lost in the experience as his hips were hitting you so hard his bed underneath you began to shake. That familiar feeling built up in your stomach but much intensely than you had ever felt before. 

“Eddie…I think I’m…about to cum.”

As your cunt clung tightly to him, you shuttered against him as the coil snapped. 

“Oh my God…Y/N…” His pace sputtered as he a bit aggressively slammed his hips against your own as a strangled moan fell from his lips and his full body weight collapsed on top of you. 

You both panted as you tried to catch your breathes, him gently kissing your cheek before carefully pushing up onto his palms. 

“Ow.”, you groaned as your hand abruptly flew to his back to stop him. “Go slow.”

Nodding, he kissed your forehead and allowed you to guide him as you pressed your palm to the lower half of his tummy while he gradually removed his now soft cock from your extremely sore entrance.

After removing and tying off the condom, he threw it in the trash and rose to his feet. 

“Do you think you can walk to the shower?”

“I…don’t think so…it really hurts.”

Eddie blinks as he almost haphazardly picks you up and quickly scurries to the bathroom. 

“Oh, Y/N. Fuck. I was too rough wasn’t I? Fuck!”

Following his eyeline, you see the light blood that was attached to your thigh and you can’t help but smile as you grab his wrist to bring him to you. 

“Eddie, baby, that’s normal. Or at least that’s what the sex ed teacher says after girls lose their virginity.”

Relief paints his face before he guides you into the shower and stands with you under the hot water. 

“Was I…to rough? I just…I tried to do everything so it didn’t hurt you but I think near the end there—”

“I love when you get all nervous and stutter.”, you giggle as you tilt up to kiss his lips. “You weren’t too rough. I have a feeling I’m going to feel you the next couple of days and…I don’t mind.” You smile when his breathing hiccups a bit at your admission. “Did you…was I…did you like being with me?”

Eddie chuckled a bit under his breath as if you had asked him the most ridiculous question he had ever heard. 

“Y/N, I loved being with you. I love you…so much, pretty girl.”

Circling your arms around him, you held him tightly as he does the same. 

“I love you to.”

#################

2006

Silently, you both entered your home and Eddie’s eyes followed you as you disappeared before reappearing with the first aid kit you kept in the bathroom. After taking off his jacket, he rolled up his sleeves and automatically held his hand out for you so you could clean the cuts on his knuckles. 

When he hissed loudly, you jumped as panic flooded your face before you realized he was playing with you and you lightly hit his chest with the back of your hand as he laughed through his teeth. 

“Dork.”

“I never stopped.”

“Being a dork? I know.”

“No, loving you.” When your gaze shifted to meet his, he continued. “You asked me that night on the trampoline if I still loved you. I’ve never stopped loving you.”

Swallowing your tears, you threw the cotton ball onto the table at your side and reached for the gauze to tape around his cuts. 

“Why didn’t you say that at the time? You just left.”

“I hated that I made you think for one minute that I didn’t. That I made you…question it.”

Biting your cheek, you wonder if you should tell him what’s on your mind but since he’s being so open, you wanted to return the favor.

“I’ve been wondering for a while. I just feel like we aren’t the same, you know? I’ve spent so much time going over our marriage wondering what happened. Wondering…what I did wrong.”

When your voice cracked, Eddie scooted closer to you and took his hand out of your grasp to lift your face.

“You did nothing wrong, Y/N. Do you hear me?”, he replied sternly as his thumb tried to catch any lingering tears that fell. “If anything, I did. There were times I saw myself becoming my father and—”

“Eddie Munson, what the fuck are you talking about? You are nothing like your dad.”

Shaking his head, he released you from his hold as his eyes searched through the void, trying to find the words to express what he was feeling properly. 

“Your parents and people in this town always said I was ruining your life especially after I got you pregnant. No, hey. Let me get this out.”, he scolded as your mouth opened to interrupt him. “Please. I told myself they were fucking stupid because no one knew and understood you like I did. I loved my life with you. The first time I heard my last name attached to your first, I felt like the luckiest guy in the world. The first time I held Caleb in my arms, all my fears of being dad just melted away.

It wasn’t until I tried to find us a house but all we could afford and get approved for was this mobile piece of shit.”, he sighs as he gestures around you two. “That was the first time I felt like I failed you but I pushed it down, you know? Then our 5-year anniversary rolled around and I still hadn’t gotten you a proper ring. 10 years and we still couldn’t get a house. When Caleb was nine and you wanted the three of us to go on vacation but that storm blew in and damaged the car so we couldn’t afford it. With every fight and every sad look on your face, I blamed myself but I pushed it away until…”

“Until what?”, you encouraged. 

“There was that night I came home and accused you of cheating. I said those things… and then I pushed you… listened to you cover for me with Caleb. I just saw my own childhood and everything my mom went through before she died… I didn’t know how to…”

“Eddie why didn’t you say anything? We could have talked about it. You…”, you sigh as you close your eyes and try to think. “We both said some things that night and…you’re nothing like him, honey. You’ve always been such an amazing father and husband. God…I felt you pulling away and I didn’t know how to get you back. Eddie, if for one moment I thought you were like him I never would have married you.”

“I just didn’t want to hurt you again. I didn’t realize by doing that and keeping my distance so to speak I was anyway. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

You wrap your arms around him, hugging him close to your chest. 

“I’m sorry to.”, you whimper into his shoulder before pulling back to run your fingers through his hair. “I don’t care about the…house and the ring by the way. As long as I’m with you none of that matters.”

His chocolate eyes search your features before Eddie slightly nods and rises to his feet. You listen to him scrounge around your shared bedroom before he suddenly reappears and places himself beside you again. 

“I was going to give this to you on our actual anniversary but I think now is the right time.”, he smiles and hands you a tiny box with purple bow on top. 

Smirking his way, you remove the wrapping and time seems to stop as you open the box to see a beautiful ring inside. The red diamond stone was nestled into its nook making it look like a rose with vines circling around the silver band and skulls on either side. Your husband’s gaze continually scanned over your face trying to gage if you liked it or not. 

“I, um, it took me a while to save for this but when Caleb got that scholarship for his college I felt more comfortable putting more and more money away for this. I-I-I wanted to make sure it had the skulls since you like my ring so much and then I got the—the red stone because you were always such a welcome contrast to my dark, nerdy lifestyle growing up.”, he chuckles as he watches you slide it slowly onto your finger. “Do you like it? If-If not, I can return it and maybe we can go together—”

Your lips cut him off as they crash to his own. 

“It’s perfect, Eddie. I love it. I love you.”

#############

2005

“Oh, mom, don’t cry. I’m not going away forever.”, Caleb teases as he tries to calm you while you cling to him with your arms circled around his waist. 

“I can’t help it. I’m just so proud of you.”

Your husband laughs behind you as he steps forward and delicately pries you away from your son. 

“Come on, Y/N. Kid has a plane to catch.”

Nodding, you release him fully before tilting up to kiss his cheek. 

“Now remember if you need anything—”

“I know, mom! I know. Just call.”, he giggles making you smile. 

After taking a step back, Eddie takes a step forward and pulls his son into his embrace. It always amazed you how similar they both looked especially as Caleb got older. Even though your son kept his hair short, the brown waves had a mind of their own making styling a nightmare when he was smaller. As a teenager, he just decided to leave it be and let it run wild on his head. He seemed to have your laugh and nose but his smile and eyes were all Eddie. 

“Let us know when you land and tell us how your first day goes. I’m still curious what one does in analytical ethics.”, your husband laughs as Caleb smiles. “I love you, son. I’m so proud of you.”

“I love you to, dad.”

Saying goodbye one last time, you lean into Eddie’s side as you both watch your only child head towards security.

“Are you alright?”

“I don’t know.”, you answer honestly. “You?”

“I don’t know either. I know I’m going to miss him but I think we did a good job raising him into an adult.”

Turning fully into his chest, he held you tightly to him and gently pet your head as he listened to you cry. 

***

Your back hits the hallway wall hard as both your lips refuse to detach from the other. There was a needy, feverish energy between you and Eddie that had spent years building and was now exploding in a flurry of heated touches. 

Your hand slid down his chest to the prominent bulge in his slacks and you both groaned as he rolled his hips against your palm. 

“Fuck, Eddie, please. Let me…let me taste you. It’s been so long.”

His lips don’t leave yours but you hear the clanking of his belt as he unbuckles it and pushes down his pants. Leaving tender little kisses on his skin along your path down to your knees, your husband exhales heavily when your fingers wrap around him and your tongue licks the little droplets of precum that lingered on the tip. 

“Shit, sweetheart. I’ve missed your mouth.”

Pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail, you feel his eyes on you as he mewls and watches you take him all the way to the back of your throat. You bob your head up and down, relishing the sounds of him falling apart as he gradually thrusts his hips against your movements. 

Your eyes lock as you glance up, knowing what you’re about to do will drive him crazy. Clinging to his thighs, you descend lower onto his cock, and freeze allowing your throat to constrict around him as you slightly gag. 

“FUCK, baby! That’s…That’s it.” When you pull back, you stroke your spit with your hand along his shaft before doing it again and feeling giddy when you see his eyes squeeze shut. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Come…come here, pretty girl.”

Pulling you up by your bicep, you still continue to stroke him while he licks two of his fingers and reaches down to rub your clit as his forehead falls on yours. 

“Jesus, you’re so fucking wet. Listen to how—mmph—how fucking wet she is.”, he whispers as he guides two of his fingers into your entrance. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this, Y/N. Your—fuck—your little pussy just tightened around my fingers. Do you like hearing me talk to you while my fingers are inside you?”

“Y-Yes. Fuck, yes Eddie. I missed it so much.”

Pressing his body against yours, his arm locked at the elbow as his rhythm hastened. 

“Cum for me, princess. I want you to drench my hand so I can smell you. I love the way you smell, taste, and feel. I—oh my God—I love that you’re mine.”

Your arms circle around his shoulders as you cling to him tightly. 

“S-Say it again.”

His sexy chuckle has your eyes rolling as he tilts down to kiss the shell of your ear. 

“You’re mine, Y/N. You’ve always been mine. You’re my everything, sweetheart.”

Your body trembles as the coil snaps and you grind your hips against his digits to elongate your high. 

“More.”

Eddie didn’t waste a second as he lifted you into his arms and carried you to your bedroom causing you to giggle when he light-heartedly tossed you onto the bed. After pulling off your dress and removing the rest of his own attire, he kissed up your back as you laid on your tummy waiting for him. 

“I’m not too heavy right?”, he asks as he lays some of his weight against you. 

Pressing your back up against his chest, you twist your head to reach his lips. 

“No, baby. You feel good.” Smiling, he reaches between your bodies and guides his cock into your cunt. “F-Fuck, Eddie.”

“I know, sweetie, I know.”, he murmurs as his hand intertwines with yours by your head. “Still so fucking tight.”, he babbles as he does little thrusts to help you get reaccustomed to his size. 

You never needed much time; you loved the stretch and the slight delicious burn that followed before pleasure fully took over. 

“Please, baby. I need you.”

“You need me, Y/N?”

“Always.”

Trying to keep as much of his weight on his elbows, Eddie began pumping his hips and you both moaned at the feeling of each other again. Throughout the last few years of your marriage, there had been quickies with no real thought behind it, just the need for a release. The last year and a half you two hadn’t done anything at all and it killed you. 

Feeling him this close to you as he moaned and whispered in your ear was everything to you and more. 

“Hey. Hey, hey, hey.”, Eddie cooed as he brushed some of your hair away from your face. “What’s wrong, honey? Why are you crying?”

“I just…I missed you so much. I know…you’ve been here but…you haven’t really been…here.”

“I know, baby. I’m so sorry. That’s never going to happen again because you know how… I was always waiting for a girl like you…” Your husband grins widely at the sound of your laugh as he lightly continues to sing. “…to come into my life. I love you, Y/N.”

After kissing the back of his hand, Eddie starts thrusting into you again, leaving little pecks below your ear as you moan his name encouragingly. Laying his full weight against your back, he rolls his hips pushing his length so deep inside you, your eyes practically roll out of your skull. 

“Fuck, Ed-Eddie. Just like that. So—so deep.”

Tattooed arms wrap around you and your husband brings you with him as he falls onto his side, his palm digging into your thigh as he lifts your leg in the air. 

“Cum for me, pretty girl. Cum on my dick.” Licking your fingers, you bring them down to rub your clit in fast circles, matching his pace as he pounds into you. “Atta girl. You got it, sweetheart.”

When he felt your body begin to shake, he dropped your leg, hugging you flat against his chest and stomach as he slammed his cock roughly into that sensitive spot inside till you both felt the coil snap once more.

“Ah my God. Good girl. Good girl, baby. I’m gonna cum to.”

“Mmph—please, baby. Cum inside me. Please, Eddie.”

A strangled string of grunts left his lips as he rutted against you till his limbs squeezed you tightly and you felt him warm your insides. 

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1984

“Oof, Jesus fucking shit!”, Eddie shouted as something hard bumped into his back. 

“Edward Munson!”, the librarian whisper screeched his way as he held up his palm to silently apologize. 

When he turned around to see what asshole hit him, his intense eyes landed on your worried ones. 

“I am so sorry. I was trying to get that book up there but I tripped. I’m so sorry.”

Time seemed to freeze as the metalhead visually took you in. He had seen you around before talking with other members of the student body. You were in a school ran club like Student Council so you seemed to easily flow through each clique even going to the ones your ‘friends’ never seemed to want to talk to. 

He remembered Gareth talking about you in passing saying that you were incredibly sweet for a ‘preppy, rich girl’. Looking at you now, he couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to you than what was on the surface. 

“Um, again. I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“Huh? Oh, no, excuse me. I’m being an asshole. I’m fine. No, physical damage.”

“But there’s emotional damage?”, you tease eliciting a soft smile from him. 

“Of course. It’s not every day a beautiful girl pushes me. I’m going to be expecting that all the time and my hearts going to get broken when it doesn’t.”

“Hm, well, there are plenty of beautiful girls at this school so I promise it will happen again.”

“None of them are as beautiful as you.”

You blinked, taken aback by his confidence as you blushed and smirked his way. Eddie would later tell you he had no idea where that confidence came from but it was always the truth. 

The older boy smiled as he reached above you effortlessly to grab the book you had been trying to get before holding it out for you to take. 

“I’m Eddie. Eddie Munson.”

After taking the book, you reach into your bag and grab a pen before taking a hold of his arm. When your fingers touched his skin, an electricity ignited through him that he had never felt before and he had to control the urge to hug you to his chest.

“That’s my phone number, Eddie Munson. You should call me some time. I’ll be home after school today… around 4.”

“O-Okay. I’ll, um, I mean I should be free around that time.”

Eddie flushed with embarrassment as he tried to come off as nonchalant as you giggle lightheartedly at him stuttering over his words. He learned in that moment he adored the sound of your laugh. 

“I can’t wait. I’m Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.”

***

You stirred at the sound of your phone ringing, reaching over to grab the cordless from the receiver. 

“Hello?”

“Shit. Hey, mom. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“No, baby. It’s alright. Is everything ok?”

“Yeah, I just wanted to check in since I know last night was grandma and grandpa’s charity thing. Everything go alright or were they rude as usual?”

“Rude as usual.”, you sigh as you roll onto your back and grin at Eddie’s completely knocked out frame. “Your father punched somebody.”

“Oh, go dad.”, he laughed. “I’m sure that person deserved it knowing him. I’m really sorry. Grandma and Grandpa are old fashioned, you know? Maybe one day they’ll catch up with the times.”

“Yeah but if not that’s ok. I have you both.”

“Yeah…I love you, mom. I loved my childhood and I’m proud to be your son; you and dad. Fuck, Hawkins.”

“Caleb…you’re going to make me cry.”, you start to hiccup before he giggles again. “Did you want to talk to Eddie?”

“Naw, let him sleep and I’ll talk to him later. I’d text him but he hasn’t quite figured that part of technology out yet.”

“Oh yeah no. When it comes to technology, he turns into Wayne. ‘Why are the buttons so small? Why do I have to push it four times to get to one letter!’”, you mimic as you and your son laugh. 

“You two are rude.”, Eddie responds groggily as he rubs his eyes with his hands. 

“Uh oh, Caleb. We got caught.”, you tease. “Alright, baby. Have fun and we’ll talk to you later. I love you.”

“Love ya, kid.”, your husband mumbles as you try to tilt the phone closer to him. 

“Love you guys to.”

After hanging up the phone, you roll onto your side and curl up into his chest as his fingers start to play with your hair. 

“What did the butthead want?”

“He was calling to check in about the charity thing last night. I told him you fought for my honor.”

“Hm, yeah I did.”, he smiles. “And so did you. ‘It’s Y/N Munson.’”, Eddie mimes in a high-pitched voice with his grin growing as you laugh. 

As he settles, your eyes trace over his tattoos on his chest and the man softly sighs when your fingers trace over yours and your son’s name.

“I love you, Edward Munson. I know we’ve had our bumps but I don’t resent my life with you. Every day with you and Caleb has been an adventure. I’m excited to see where we go from here.”

His eyes that had previously been closed fluttered open when you finished speaking and he carefully rolled onto his side to face you. 

“I love you to, Y/N Y/L/N. I meant what I said last night. I promise to be more open with my feelings and talk to you. I don’t want us to go back to how things have been. We have the rest of our lives to be together and we’re going to make the most of it.”

You smile as you press your body to his chest and nuzzle your nose into his neck. 

“From the moment I wake up 'til deep in the night. There's nowhere on earth that I'd rather be than holding you tenderly.”

Eddie chuckles in his throat as you sing, tilting your head back so he can kiss your lips again before whispering, “I've been waiting for a girl like you to come into my life. I've been waiting for a girl like you, you're a love that will survive.”

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The way they love each other, I am yearning. This is beautiful

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Forget me (not) pt 1

An Eddie Munson multi story.

Warnings: female reader, angst, reader injured, Eddie being an idiot, memory loss.

Eddie wasn’t stupid. He knew that the relationship between him and Chrissy wouldn’t last forever. They were two very different people that wanted different things in life.

Chrissy wanted to graduate with high honors and go to college and then get married and have a white picket fence life with children and a dog.

Eddie was on his third try to graduate high school and he had no clue what he was going to do with his life after that. He had his band but he didn’t think they would ever make it out of the garage era, playing at a bar for only five drunks every week.

But Chrissy was really pretty, and unlike every other popular person, she was also sweet and not ashamed to be seen with him. Why not have a good time while it lasted?

He had to admit, he hadn’t paid as much attention to his best friend, Y/N since he and Chrissy started dating, after that first time Chrissy bought weed from him and they started joking and having fun.

Eddie reckoned that it was okay. He had known and spent time with Y/N most of his life – it couldn’t be that bad if he spent a couple of weeks or months with Chrissy.

Did he notice that Y/N was hurt when he turned down her suggestions of movie nights, going out for a burger or planning the next campaign? Yes.

But he figured it was alright. It wouldn’t last forever.

For him and Y/N there would be more time. For him and Chrissy, it was limited.

You wanted to be happy for Eddie when he and Chrissy started dating. And in a way you were. That Chrissy, such a popular and smart girl saw Eddie as he really was, rather than what everyone thought him to be. She didn’t judge him.

But you would be lying if you didn’t say you were jealous.

You had been in love with Eddie since middle school, when he and his band played at that talent show.

You two hadn’t become friends until high school, though, when you came over and asked if you could join Hellfire club.

Up until then you had mostly hung out with the band nerds and Robin, because your parents really wanted you to learn some kind of instrument.

You had tried to play the violin but you hated it, so when you quit you felt like you needed a new hobby and with Eddie running the DnD club, it was a given.

You had never told Eddie how much you loved him, though. He didn’t feel the same way, you knew that. You were just his best friend.

There had been other girls that he had hooked up with but it never lasted. Not like this.

And when he kept blowing you off you wondered if you were about to lose him forever?

That’s what led you to going over to his place one time when Chrissy had cheer practice. You knew Eddie rarely came to cheer practice because he didn’t like the way the jocks yelled at Chrissy, calling her a traitor and a devil’s tramp and whatnot.

Eddie opened the door himself, in sweatpants and an old Dio shirt, hair all tousled. You suspected he’d been relaxing with a joint.

”Y/N! Sweetheart, what are you doing here?” Eddie wondered, smiling at you.

The nickname felt like a knife to the heart. Even more when he asked what you were doing at his place, as if you coming over had become some strange event all of a sudden.

And to be fair, lately it had.

”I need to talk to you,” you replied. ”Are you going to let me in, or should we talk here on the porch?”

You hadn’t meant to sound so snappy but you were nervous and his reaction to you didn’t help.

Eddie’s grin disappeared and he stepped aside so you could come through the door, a frown now on his face.

”What’s wrong?” he wondered as you two walked into his room.

You sighed, your arms wrapped around yourself, trying to keep yourself together, if not mentally, at least physically.

Eddie started to look worried, clearly thinking you were about to say something horrible had happened.

You sighed.

”Eddie... I... I miss you.”

Eddie seemed surprised. ”You miss me? That’s what we need to talk about? We see each other all the time, sweetheart!”

”Do we?” you challenged. ”The only one you seem to hang out with these days is Chrissy. I... I get it that you and her... but it feels like we’re not even friends anymore!”

Eddie smiled. ”Of course we’re still friends, Y/N. But me and Chrissy... it’s going so well and she’s so sweet. You know how it is, in the beginning, when you’ve just started dating right?”

You shook your head. ”No. I don’t,” you said, looking down on your feet.

Eddie’s face fell. ”Well, maybe if you got out there and tried dating someone and have a little fun you would know. Why don’t you try it? You might be surprised.”

”There’s no one else I want,” you mumbled and Eddie rolled his eyes.

”Look, Y/N, Chrissy is my girlfriend now, and girlfriends... well, I’m sorry but they should come first, shouldn’t they?”

”We’ve been best friends for years, you’ve known Chrissy for what? Two months? I’m not saying you can’t have a girlfriend, I just...”

”Wait, wait...” Eddie said, frowning,”what do you mean there’s no one else you want?”

You blushed. ”Nothing, it was nothing.”

”So you do have feelings for someone? Why don’t you try asking them out?”

You felt your frustration throb inside your head and groaned. ”That won’t work.”

”Why not?”

”Because it’s you, you idiot!” you screamed, tears rising in your eyes.

Eddie stared at you like you had grown a second head. ”Me?”

”Yes! I... I’ve been in love with you ever since middle school, Eddie...”

”Since middle school?!”

”Yes.”

For a moment there was nothing but silence between you two, except an occasional sniffle from you.

”Why are you telling me this now?” Eddie said, his voice monotone.

”I... I didn’t mean to, I just... I miss you so much and I feel really hurt that you can just... quit me, like I mean nothing! Even if you don’t feel the same...”

”You’re damn right I don’t feel the same!” Eddie exclaimed. ”Why the hell are you telling me this now, when I’m already dating someone? If you wanted to spend more time with me, that’s the last thing you should have done! Now you’ve ruined everything!”

You gasped. ”What?”

”Yeah! How do you think Chrissy will feel about this? I definitely can’t hang out with you now, knowing you have feelings for me. She’s going to freak out.”

He was worried about how Chrissy would react?

”Well... then I suppose it will end here,” you whispered, your voice broken. ”You know me, Eddie, you know I would’ve never cross any boundaries if you weren’t okay with it. But clearly I didn’t mean as much to you as I thought. What was I – a distraction until something better came along?”

Eddie’s eyes widened. ”Of course not! I only meant... Chrissy is my girlfriend! She won’t be happy that I hang out with someone that has feelings for me. Would you if the roles were reversed?”

”I think you made it quite clear that that would never happen,” you said, wiping your eyes. ”It doesn’t matter. I can’t help my feelings and you can’t help yours. But... I need some distance, Eddie. I guess that works out good for you, protecting Chrissy’s feelings.”

Now Eddie was starting to look worried again. It was clear that even though he didn’t feel the same about you as you did him, he hadn’t expected that it might end your friendship.

”You want to punish me for not being in love with you? I can’t control something like that.”

You immediately got angry. ”Is that what you think of me? No! But you said it yourself – you can’t hang out with me now because you know I have feelings for you. And you pick Chrissy,” you told him, not being able to hold back the bitterness in your voice.

”It’s not about picking! You’re still my best friend, but Chrissy...”

”I can’t just forget that I’m in love with you,” you told him with a roll of your eyes. ”However much I wish I could.”

”Yeah, I wish you could too,” Eddie said, realizing too late how cruel he sounded. ”I wish this conversation never happened. What good did it do that you told me this?”

 As if he wanted to twist the dagger in your heart even more. You inhaled sharply but didn’t reply.

You made a silent wish when you turned around and walked out of the door of his trailer.

I wish I could forget everything about you, Eddie Munson. It would make it so much easier.  

You immediately drove to Family Video, knowing that both Robin and Steve was working today. As you walked inside Robin’s eyes widened at the sight of your red-rimmed eyes.

”Y/N! What happened?” she wondered as she grabbed your arm and pulled you behind the counter.

You told her and Steve everything, knowing you could trust them.

Robin pulled you in for a hug and Steve muttered something about kicking Eddie’s ass, which made you laugh.

”Steve, don’t be silly. I mean... he’s right. He can’t help how he’s feeling. He likes Chrissy, he doesn’t like me like that. I can accept that – no one can control their feelings. It’s the way he’s acted toward me until now. I guess I can understand why he wouldn’t want to hang out with me knowing I’m in love with him, because it would make it awkward for Chrissy.

”Maybe. But he was still insenstive toward you,” Steve said, shaking his head. ”Nothing should get in the way of friendship.”

”Yes. But... I can’t deny that he has a point. I would probably be uncomfortable if the roles were reversed, like he said,” you admitted.

Steve still thought Eddie had been a jerk to you. Especially since Eddie had told Steve that he knew that this thing with Chrissy might only last until she left for college. That Eddie was willing to throw away a friendship for something that was just temporary... that was such a mean thing to do.

”I’m just going to go home, lick my wounds and...”

”... have lots of chocolate!” Robin interrupted. ”Take whatever you need, on the house. You want me to come over after I’m done here?”

”No, thank you, I want to be alone. But I’d love some chocolate and slasher movies. Then I can watch someone else get fucked up instead of me,” you half-joked.

Less than ten minutes later you left Family Video, stocked with ice cream, chocolate bars and a couple of movies in your arms that you put into the backseat, before starting your car and driving towards home.

You thought once again about Eddie. You knew your feelings for him wouldn’t disappear – it wasn’t like you hadn’t tried that before.

Maybe you two would never be the same again. And you would have to live with that pain, while he cozied up to Chrissy. The girl that hadn’t said ’iota’ when her ex boyfriend tormented Eddie, tormented you and the rest of the gang.

You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t see the little girl cross the road until it was almost too late.

With a yelp you sharply turned the wheel, just noticing the blue little blossoms she was dropping onto the road before a large tree appeared in front of you.

As a large crash rumbled into your ears, the windowshield turning into a web of cracks and your head hitting the steering wheel with a force that made it feel like your skull exploded, you swore you could hear a small little voice chiming ”he loves me, he loves me not.”

Was it the little girl?

Then everything went black.

Eddie was still at home, waiting for Chrissy to call him after practice, thinking about what had happened with Y/N.

That she’d had feelings for him, so long. How could he not have noticed? The two of them were best friends after all!

When he remembered how her face had fallen and how she told him that she would keep a distance... it made his heart ache. Y/N had been a constant in his life for so many years. It was hard to imagine a life without her.

But Chrissy was his girlfriend now. A girlfriend had to come first! Right?

A girlfriend he hadn’t even bother planning a future with because he knew there wasn’t one...

He tried to imagine his life without Chrissy. If he had to be honest with himself… it didn’t feel quite as sad as he thought it would – because  it wouldn’t make much of a difference from how he had lived until now.

Then he tried to imagine a life without Y/N.

That. That hurt. It felt like someone had punched him in the ribs.

That’s when the phone rang. And it wasn’t Chrissy.

Eddie stormed into the hospital, seeing the children, Steve, Robin, Nancy and Jonathan in the waiting room.

”How is she?” he breathed out.

”What are you doing here? Won’t your girlfriend feel ’awkward’?” Steve couldn’t help but ask.

Eddie froze in his steps, staring at Steve.

Robin patted Steve’s arm. ”Not now, Steve,” she said, glancing over to the younger teenagers.

Dustin, whom had been the one to call Eddie, looked up at him. ”A little girl walked out into the road and Y/N swerved to avoid hitting her, but she ended up crashing into a tree instead.”

”And?” Eddie wondered, breathing fast as he imagined Y/N’s car crashing into a tree, how scared she must have been.

”We don’t know. She’s hit head pretty badly on the steering wheel and has some cuts from the glass. She was unconscious when they brought her in with the ambulance,” Dustin continued. ”We don’t know if she got any other injuries, right now we’re just... waiting.”

Eddie nodded and sat down. Steve was pacing back and forth in the waiting room and when he was beside Eddie, turning around for the fifteenth time he spat: ”You sure you want to wait here with us? What about Chrissy? Don’t want to keep her waiting, right?”

Eddie glared at Steve. ”Y/N’s my best friend, of course I want to be here.”

”Really?” Steve questioned, tapping his chin. ”Your best friend? No, that doesn’t sound right. Not when Y/N herself told me that you picked Chrissy over her and that she had, ’ruined everything’.”

Eddie paled, realizing that Steve knew what had happened. What he had done. ”That’s... I didn’t mean... ”

”Enough, you two,” Dustin said, but with the way he looked at Eddie, Eddie once again felt like someone had punched him in the ribs. ”Y/N is going to want all of us here when she wakes up. We’re here for her, so quit your dick measuring contest!”

Both Eddie and Steve’s eyes widened as they stared at Dustin cursing them out before it got quiet again.

Eddie didn’t fail to notice though, that while the others spoke among each other, no one spoke to him.

It felt like they had been waiting for years when Y/N’s mother finally came out into the waiting room to talk to them all.

”Y/N... she’s most likely going to be fine. The seat belt broke a couple of ribs as well as the force of the crash, which punctured a lung, but they have repaired it now. She’s also gotten a pretty hard knock to the head when she hit the tree. I know you’re all eager to see her, and I understand that, but she’s very tired from them repairing the lung and pain medication. She needs to rest. But I will tell her you are all thinking about her.”

The others sighed, but nodded and got up. Robin gave Y/N’s mother a hug and Nancy spoke kindly to her, telling her especially what she wanted Y/N  to know.

Eddie seemed to be the only one that noticed something was off. He knew Y/N’s mother well and he could tell that she was holding something back. So he pretended like he was going to the vending machine to get a snack when the others trooped out.

Then he stayed in the waiting room, until finally, an hour later, Y/N’s mother went outside again, seemingly going to get a cup of coffee.

Then Eddie quickly snuck into Y/N’s room.

The first he felt was relief. She was lying back against the pillow, the whole right side of her face purple and blue from the hit and an oxygen tube in her nose, probably to help the injured lung. A few cuts on her forehead but not deep enough that she’d needed stitches.

She was even awake, looking out the window with tired eyes. He had been terrified she’d been in a coma.

”Y/N!” Eddie exclaimed and saw how she jerked, grimacing from the pain, which made him feel bad for scaring her, and then she turned her gaze towards him. ”Sweetheart! I’m so sorry... when I heard... you can’t imagine how that...”

Y/N’s eyes widened and she shied away as if she was afraid of him and Eddie frowned, taking a step closer, ”Y/N, what’s wrong? Are you angry with me? I understand that, but...” Y/N looked into his eyes, asking in a monotone voice: ”I’m sorry... do... do I know you?”

Eddie frowned, not understanding. For a moment he thought Y/N was joking with him, but the expression in her eyes... confusion, fear... not a hint of recollection.

He heard the door open behind him and Y/N’s mother gasp. ”Eddie! I told you...”

Y/N’s mother hurried over to Y/N’s bed, taking her hand. ”I’m sorry, dear. This... this is Eddie,” she told Y/N, her voice calm as if she was comforting a scared child.

”Do I know him?” Y/N wondered, voice small and trembling. “I… I don’t… remember?”

That’s when Eddie understood.

The hit to Y/N’s head had affected her memory. She didn’t know who he was.

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Al Munson POV - a couple of days following the Hawkins "earthquake".

Warning: Grief, canon compliant.

For the third time in as many days, there’s been a message waiting for him at the front desk from his little brother. He doesn’t know how he tracked him down this time around, and he doesn’t really care. He knows it’s probably something to do with Junior if he’s trying this hard to get a hold of him. They both made it perfectly clear the last time he came around that they didn’t want him there, so what exactly is the fucking problem now?

Al snatches the paper out of the hand of the kid behind the counter and heads up to his room. This particular motel isn’t the best, but it’s definitely not the worst. At least here you’ll find more than just Johns and lot lizards renting out the neighboring rooms by the half hour. He even saw a pretty normal looking couple with a toddler last week. The novelty of that normalcy wore off when he heard the kid screaming at 6 in the morning the following day, but at least he didn’t have to worry as much about the cops raiding the place.

$50 a week, cash. A roof over his head and hot water in the shower. It’s better accommodations than county lockup, which is where he most recently came from. That dumbass Holt and his shit ass car. If he’d known about the cracked radiator before the job, he would’ve at least patched it up for him. That’s what he gets for teaming up with that inbred dipshit. Should’ve been a red flag when he said he didn’t make it past the fifth grade. At least all the Munson made it through middle school.

Al can hear the sound of a woman yelling at the end of the hall. A lovers quarrel, perhaps? A smile curls on his lips at the thought of her, whoever she is, giving some guy what for. What he wouldn’t give to have a lady shouting at him again, it’s been too long. Maybe tonight he’ll head down to the bar across the street and see if he can ease her pain. Ease his own pain. Fill that void of loneliness for a minute. That’s what it’s all about, right?

Al wiggles the key in the door to his room, it sticks like a motherfucker every time. Every time he leaves he thinks he ought to just leave it unlocked. There’s nothing worth taking inside, unless someone wants a mud caked pair of boots that are worn too thin to keep the moisture out. Maybe they want his sweat stained Fruit of the Looms, or his duffel bag with the busted handle. 

Al uses his shoulder to give the stubborn lock the extra oomph needed for the door to swing open - and he’s greeted by the view of his own personal castle. Rust shag carpet and tobacco smoke stained curtains. The comforter on his bed, dark maroon and scratchy as hell, is still in disarray from last night’s sleep. Housekeeping exists at this motel, but they haven’t touched his room in at least 4 days. Or, if they have, they’ve left no trace of their presence. He crumples up the paper he was given with the words, “Wayne Munson called at 5:15” and tosses it into the overflowing wastebasket next to the nightstand. 

“Wayne Munson can go fuck himself, and so can Junior for all I care,” Al says under his breath as he kicks off his sneakers. His gray socks, formerly white, are stretched so thin the big toe on his right foot is lost in the carpet under his feet. He sighs and reaches into the mini fridge for a tall boy. At least he’s made enough scratch working as a dishwasher at the diner down the road to keep beer. Just don’t tell his parole officer.

The thought of Wayne’s persistent phone calls have all but left his mind as he flops down on the bed and clicks on the television. It’s Wheel of Fortune time. He ordered a pie from Vinny’s on his way home from work, should be at his door in the next 20 minutes or so. He’s going to spend time with Vanna for now. He’ll smoke a couple of butts and drink a couple of tall boys, and watch the prettiest lady in primetime tv smile just for him.

The phone on the nightstand next to him begins to ring. The shrill sound drowns out the clicking of the wheel as Tommy from Spokane makes his first attempt at big bucks. Bankrupt. Al smiles to himself. He likes it when they lose more than when they win. He pretends he can’t hear the phone and reaches for the PBR can next to the phone’s receiver for a drink. 

Except this time, it doesn’t ring twice and stop. That phone keeps ringing, and ringing. He can’t hear what Pat just said to Vanna. Whatever it was, it made her giggle in a girlish way that reminded him of his Bets. And then it rings again. He knocks back the remainder of his beer before flinging the can over the end of his bed and grabbing the phone. 

“Yeah,” Al grumbles into the hard plastic mouthpiece, “whatcha want?”

“Al, it’s Wayne,” the voice says, echoing down the phone line across the state line, “we gotta talk.”

“Little brother, to what do I owe this pleasure? Last time we talked I got the feeling you didn’t want to know me anymore?” Al can’t hide his contempt. What’s the point? He’s too tired and he doesn’t need this bullshit from Wayne of all people.

“Al, I’m really sorry to do this to you,” Wayne’s voice is steady. He’s not meeting Al’s anger. To Al’s ears, Wayne really does sound sorry. Munsons don’t say sorry. “Listen. Something real bad’s been going on in Hawkins. Real bad. Eddie’s missing, Al. I think…” Wayne stops and audibly gulps before continuing, “No, I know he’s dead, brother.”

Al coughs a laugh out along with the smoke from his last drag of cigarette. He doesn’t think what Wayne said is funny, not at all. That’s not fucking funny.

“Fuck you, Wayne. My boy ain’t dead. I’d know that,” Al’s voice is loud enough that the lady at the end of the hallway can hear him clear as day. As soon as Al says those words, he knows Wayne’s not lying, though.

“Al, hear me right now,” Wayne’s tear soaked plea is almost too much for Al to bear, but the grip of his hand on the plastic receiver does not loosen. It’s pressed hard against the shell of his ear, “you know how it can be here in Hawkins. Something got him, Al, and I know it’s true. I’m sorry.”

Al is left standing next to his bed, toes deep in the dusty shag carpet with the phone still pressed up to his ear when he hears the click of Wayne’s phone disconnecting. The sound of cheers on the television drew his attention, someone won a jackpot and his girl is clapping for them. Her wide smile radiates through the screen, and it feels like mocking. There’s a knock at the door of his room, and he remembers Vinny’s. He wonders who will answer the door, because he can’t move. He thinks he might never move again, he will stay frozen in this place with Vanna White and her mocking smile clapping at the death of his boy for the rest of eternity.

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I have never, not once, thought about Al finding out about Eddie's death, and now I've read this it's all I can think about...