Description: Unbeknownst to Eddie, your best friend, you have always struggled with the way that you look. A constant fight to fit in. Chasing the trends, the exercise routines and the diets. You became avoidant of mirrors. Unable to stomach the truth. However, one Spring day out in the woods with Eddie, he says something that changes how you feel in more ways than just one.
Warnings: Body image issues, isolation, mentions of issues with food, Eddie is a cutie patootie, smoking. Hurt with comfort.
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A majority of your childhood was spent fearing the forest. You would stand at its luring edge and stare into the dark and crooked branches which twisted deep into its nightmarish depths where all the unknown and the scary things lived and roamed.
Until one day… someone emerged from the tree line and changed your life as you knew it.
He wasn’t scary but his hair was as dark as the tree trunks and his eyes like melted dark chocolate buttons. His oversized hand me down t-shirt flowed in the quickening breeze and your little 8 year old brain fought hard against the idea that this small boy must have been a fairy of the earth. Born from the forest floor to take you away. Far away.
And in a strange metaphorical way— He did.
His name, which you came to learn rather quickly, was Eddie Munson. He lived on the other side of the forest in a small but homey trailer with his uncle, Wayne. The complete opposite of your sleepy Lego land community. He loved edgy music and playing guitar and spontaneously changing his hair randomly throughout the school year. He hated boring conformity and rules and the education system that seemed to forever forget about him. He liked reading, but only the books he could really escape into and once he found the board game Dungeons & Dragons? He knew what would keep his heart thundering on.
Little did you know that, Eddie Munson, the frizzy haired freako of Hawkins High and the nymph sent from the woods would be the one person to keep you standing upright. To keep you strong when things went wrong.
Well… almost standing upright.
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One, two, three, four— five.
And up.
One, two, three, four….
Come on!
Five.
Collapse.
And breathe.
Breathe because your lungs are on fire. Your arms are on fire. Your stomach is, you guessed it, ablaze.
“Go for the burn!” Jane Fonda exclaims as she continues to muscle through another set of sit ups, “A biiiiig mirror to exercise in front of is essential to focus on form!” Sweat beats from your forehead and coats the shells of your ears and you couldn’t think of anything worse than seeing your own reflection right now, “C’mon, ladies! Three more rounds to go. Let’s get up for some squats before we move on.”
Barely able to bring yourself to a standing position you scowl at Jane’s smiling face on your television set. Praying that either your videotape will combust or that she’ll drop down dead. Anything to give you a few more minutes of cooling relief.
“And a one, two, three- pulse…”
Your morning continued on like this for a while. An hour, to be exact, until you were manhandling yourself into a shower to purify yourself of the sweat and other debris you had picked up from the living room floor.
Still sweating, you emulsify soap between the palms of your hands and continue on to smear soap suds over the entirety of your body. Scrubbing with your eyes closed before returning beneath the stream of the shower head to focus on washing your hair.
Twenty minutes go by and another thirty minutes pass of you sitting on the edge of your bed wrapped in nothing but your damp towel. Totally separate from the current world you’re living in. The silence around you thickens until you’re sure your eardrums might burst and then the alarm beside your bed decides to beep erratically. Pulling you back.
9a.m. And you have accomplished so much.
You should feel proud.
But you don’t.
Early morning routines weren’t usually part of your ecosystem. You lived, longed and breathed a long rest. Usually waking at around 11a.m. most days.
Well, as of two weeks ago, not anymore.
You were a person changed. Waking with the sun. Running with the birds— and eating like one too.
Strictly, breakfast was at 11:30a.m. Pushing 12p.m. some days. With so much time to spare between breakfast and your workout you can only fall on one thing. Distraction.
Cleaning. Organising. Reading. Biting your nails. Picking the flesh from your finger tips. Gnawing on ragged skin. Making it bleed. Making it hurt. Making it burn. Walking. Gnawing. Churning. Cleaning. Organising. Reading. Biting your nails. Picking the flesh from your finger tips. Gnawing on ragged skin. Making it bleed. Making it hurt. Making it burn. Walking. Gnawing. Churning.
Until finally, it’s breakfast time.
However, like all things bittersweet. It’s short lived.
And it’s onto the next best thing.
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Eddie rapped his knuckles against the hardwood of your front door at around 1p.m. that afternoon. As you creaked open the door you were met with the stretched cheeks of his notorious beaming smile.
“A good morning to you.”
Chirpy as always with his arms folded across his chest.
“It’s the afternoon—“
“It’s morning to me, Sunshine!” His sneakers squeak against the floor as he swaggers his way indoors just as he has done a million times over the years.
Draped from his shoulders is an open black zipper sweatshirt accompanied by some of his famously distressed jeans, “Whatcha’ doing? Ya busy?” His eyes survey the house, clearly searching for a sign of your parents. He doesn’t find one.
“I’m not busy. The opposite, actually,” Your eyebrows perk up on your forehead, “What are you doing?”
He shrugs casually right before flopping down onto the sofa and planting his heavy feet up onto the coffee table which rattles ever so slightly beneath the forceful impact, “Hey, has this table moved? I swear it’s further away now.”
You had moved it this morning to workout. You never pegged Eddie to be the type to have a photographic memory. Perhaps you should be more careful around his observant nature.
Eddie wasn’t aware of this new craze you were hooked up on. You planned to keep it that way.
“I was doing something this morning, had to move it,” You shift on the balls of your feet awkwardly, “So, uh, plans? You got nothing in the works?” A catalyst for you to sit down next to him and avoid his gaze.
A small hum vibrates upon Eddie’s lips and he allows his head to fall back and rest on the back of the sofa, “I was thinking maybe a sneaky lil’ j in the woods? Weathers heatin’ up. You in?” His untamed eyebrows wiggle at you and you smile for a moment in silent contemplation.
You weren’t one to dance with the Devil’s lettuce, but that doesn’t mean you don’t enjoy hanging out with Eddie. Even when he is high, he’s still the best company you’ve came across.
“Thankfully it’s only a walk away, huh.” You smile sincerely, reflecting the expression on the wild boys face and within milliseconds he is prancing up to his feet like a gazelle and heading toward the kitchen.
“Wooooah, Cowboy! Take it easy!” You race behind him, hot on his trail as he starts browsing the grocery cabinets. No doubt in search of some post-stone snacks.
Ringed hands graze from cabinet to cabinet, plucking out the most appetising from the assortments. Bags of chips, candies and some little pieces of chocolate here and there. All of the foods you have been keeping stuffed and locked away deep in those cabinets.
“Jeez, Louise. Your mom on a crazy health kick again?” A loud rattle draws your eyes to his hand where he holds a huge plastic tub of multivitamins, “This thing is packed to the brim with this shit,” He almost crawls into the cabinet, trying to reach the backboard.
“She knows these don’t work, right? Freakin’ diet pills.” He mutters indistinctly beneath his breath, reading all of the labels whilst you stand and stare helplessly. Maybe if you stay quiet enough and still enough then you won’t need to lie to him. Let him believe they’re your moms. Let him decide.
Thankfully, Eddie moves onto the next thing, the fridge and you feel like a bowling ball has been removed from your chest.
“Are we getting outta here or not?” You ask the back of his head, your eyes flickering to and from the food he already had splayed on the counter top.
“Yeah, yeah, just checking.” He closed the refrigerator door with a hefty slam and you grab him a plastic baggie for his banquet.
He raises his palm in refusal, “No, no. My arms are ample enough. But thank you…” He studies you for a moment. His eyes wide but soft and equally as warm as his grin, “You’re gonna eat this with me, right? Can’t imagine I’ll plough it all myself.”
Your jaw ticks, a discreet stress suppressor as you try to keep your internal scream from surfacing to real life.
You can’t.
“Maybe. I just ate like 30 minutes ago so I’m not too peckish. You dive in though!” You smile and for the first time since Eddie had arrived, it’s fake.
And he can tell.
But as gentlemen do, he keeps quiet and waits for the right time.
The array of packets scrunch and rustle as Eddie scoops them into his arms, pressing them tight against his body in an attempt to juggle, “Let us be off, then. Grab the front door for me, will ya?”
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“Y’know, I used to be terrified of this. The woods.” Blue kisses green as the sky meets the top of the high trees. You stare up at the puzzle pieces, trying to not allow yourself to get dizzy as you examine each and every crevice where the sun wiggles its way in.
“Oh yeah?” The thin spliff embers and cinders as Eddie takes a long drag. One last hurrah before his stash is empty, “What changed?” His voice is a wheeze as he sucks the smoke into his lungs and holds it there before exhaling smoothly.
You.
Sleepy eyes meet pink bloodshot and you chew back a laugh as Eddie shovels chips into his mouth, “I can’t talk about it too much,” You tease and Eddie leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees, “But, let’s just say, I met this boy… and he… he changed everything for me.”
Suddenly, you can’t bear to look at him. Something felt different. Raw. Everything that has been bubbling and festering inside of you for weeks feels as though it’s about to projectile vomit from your mouth. All it would take is one look from Eddie.
That look.
He clears his throat of any grogginess and decides to play along, “If it makes you feel better, my life changed too when I met this one special girl. Way back when I was 8 years old,” He smiles down into the dirt, recalling that first day, “When I saw her… she looked just as scared as I was.” He pauses for a moment, his eyebrows knitting together as the memories venture deeper.
“And though she looked terrified… I came to learn that she may just have been the bravest person I had ever met. Ruthless in her individuality and loving when it mattered the most. To be loved by her… was one of the most special things in this world. She radiated pure magic.” His throat dries to the thickness of a pinprick and he chokes out the words. Tears swell in the ducts of Eddie’s eyes but he doesn’t wipe them away. He doesn’t hide them. He lets them roll down the bridge of his nose and sprinkle off of the tip.
“This girl, she made me believe, truly fuckin’ believe, that it was okay to be myself and that I didn’t have to cower away anymore. I didn’t have to be the punching bag because she taught me how to fight back. And when times at the trailer got tough she would invite me over— she would give me another home to crawl back to. And.. and as worthless as I felt, as minuscule as my music seemed, she came to every fuckin’ gig. She cheered for me at every fuckin’ gig.”
Eddie is a shaking mess now and it hadn’t taken long for wet sobs to start quivering from your own mouth, “This sweet girl not only changed my life… but she saved it,” Glossy eyes that resemble kaleidoscopes find yours and fighting back the smile on your face seemed damn right impossible, “If I hadn’t met her on the outskirts of the woods that day… I don’t know where I would be right now. I don’t want to even think about where I would be without her because she’s too important.”
Trembling fingers interlock together and you are pulled into a tight embrace by the messy haired man, “You are so important.” And although his words are muffled by the fabric on your shoulder and damp from his tears, they land. They resonate and stir something deep within you and you realise that maybe… just maybe…
Life doesn’t have to be a punishment anymore.
It can be a reward.
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A/N: I know this is incredibly short but I’m working my way back up to longer pieces! I hope you enjoyed this 🥹 feedback is always welcome and I’d love some fresh requests in my inbox! Xoxo
Blurb: You and Eddie somehow ended up being roommates in a two bedroom apartment. With totally different lifestyles tension is running high.
Pairing: Roommate!Eddie Munson x Fem!Roommate Reader
Warnings: Pining/longing, fluff, possible smut in future chapters (👀), Nancy and reader are a tiny bit of a bitch (?), cursing, alcohol consumption, weed consumption, drug dealing. (Let me know if I have missed anything.)
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If there was a scale to measure aesthetics and lifestyle, you and Eddie would be sitting at opposite ends of that scale.
Your life consisted of pale pastels, pinks and lace. You preferred to stay home on the weekends and be in bed by 9:00pm over going out with friends and there was always some messy assortment of makeup and perfumes scattered over your bedroom cabinets. An insight into what you loved most. Your life was calm. Quiet. An organised mess.
Something Eddie didn’t quite understand.
Eddie tried his best to accommodate to your daily needs, washing the dishes and folding his laundry when you asked. But as soon as his tattered boot stepped one foot into his bedroom it was as if all rules were void and suggestive. It was like his room wasn’t part of the same apartment as yours.
“So, I can do whatever I want with my room?” He asked timidly on that first day.
“Of course, it’s your room, Eddie. Go nuts.” You replied with a sweet and supportive smile.
“Sweet!” Smirking, he bounced down the hallway to immediately start taking measurements. Let the carnage begin.
When Eddie moved in, he made it his top priority to decorate his bedroom the way he wanted. After all, a bedroom is a sanctuary— a safe Haven and he had the burnt rose interior paint at the ready. He really tried his best to be neat, but in reality it looked like he had slapped it all over the walls surrounding his double bed which was held up by a dark brown wooden frame as promptly as he possibly could. And after all of that painting, what did he do?
He hung up posters, covering every inch of surface area. Posters of each and every Rockstar you could imagine; some you could recognise, others not so much. You liked to compare Eddie’s room to that of a vampire as there were so many similarities you contemplated on if he were actually a skin walker. It was so dark in his bedroom— it filled you with dread to even think about having to sleep in a place like that.
You and Nancy would often joke and giggle harmlessly about Eddie’s taste in style. He was edgy, and you respected that about him, but he was just so different to you in multiple varying ways.
It was like equating a bat to a dove. You just couldn’t.
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“How did this even happen?” Nancy would snort to herself, throwing another kernel of buttered popcorn up into the air and catching it in her mouth. Crunching away as you sip on your warm beverage.
You couldn’t tell her the real reason— how could you? She would take what you say and run with it, right into the den of wolves.
You shrug, “He has a job and Steve vouched for him…” Lies. Steve didn’t vouch for him. The truth was, you hadn’t even offered the room to anyone else. Eddie was the first person you contacted and of course, he agreed all too eagerly and quickly.
You had a type. A taste in men that your friends, especially Nancy, would question. You weren’t into those brain dead soccer zombies who walked around with their dicks in their hands and a thumb up their ass.
You liked chains and tattoos. Dark hair and baggy tee’s. Leather and metal rings.
Essentially; you liked Eddie.
You really fucking liked him.
At first, it was all just lust at first glance. He looked good, so good that you had to invite him to come and apartment share with you.
From an outside perspective, this all would look a tad creepy and obsessive. Like a huge game you had created to try and wrangle Eddie into liking you back.
But luckily for you, you didn’t have to do much to secure that attention from him. You just had to wag the bone, and little puppy Eddie came running.
“So, how long do you think this’ll last? Surely you’re sick of him, right?” Nancy’s hot pink manicured nail twirls circles in the ringlets of her hair and you have to admit, the only thing you were sick of, was this conversation.
Every time she came over she always had to bring up Eddie— and sure, it didn’t help when he would walk into the living room shirtless and still damp from his shower. But that wasn’t the point.
“Look, Nance. Eddie is sweet, he keeps himself to himself and he is always quick to help me. He’s a good roomie for the most part. I’m just terrified of what lurks behind that bedroom door.”
Nancy bursts into chaotic laughter and you ignore the pang of guilt in your chest as your lips tightly smile at her. It’s one thing to tease with good faith, but blatant mocking is something that doesn’t sit in your chest quite right.
“Right?!” Her hand cups your bare shoulder, her skin burning into yours like hot steel, “He’s probably hiding bodies in there— for his satanic rituals.”
And at that exact moment, Eddie entered into the living room. His eyes as sharp as a bloodhound as they find Nancy’s face. She is all too quick to shut down her laughter, her lips morphing down into a frown and you advert your gaze in shame.
“I’ll be back late tonight, don’t wait up.” His deep voice was hoarse from the joint he had been smoking at his bedroom window and the smell of weed followed him right up until he left through the front door. He was going to do a deal, you knew it.
Nancy left soon after Eddie just as you expressed how tired you had became. She got flustered and fled like a restless animal.
And you? Well. You waited up for Eddie. Eager to apologise and explain yourself.
Upon awaiting his arrival back home, you busied yourself with some chores— however, those chores had somehow led you to stand in front of Eddie’s bedroom door. Your captivating curiosity outweighing every ounce of logic you had. This was an invasion of privacy… but you wanted to know.
You wanted to know Eddie fully.
And so… you went inside.
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You stood there in the exact same position and in the exact same spot for way longer than you had initially intended to— your legs could have been mistaken as numb. Eddie had never told you outright that he was dealing drugs, but you weren’t an idiot. You knew. But here you were, standing with your mouth agape at the drawer full of marijuana. You hadn’t even opened the furniture, Eddie had left it open. All of that jail time was just on display for anyone to find.
And when Eddie found you ‘rummaging’ through his space it was evident that he was shocked beyond belief and also livid with you-
“What the fuck are you doing?” He is quick to stomp toward your standing frame and you stumble backwards away from him; caught off guard by his sudden appearance. You hadn’t even heard him come home. Clearly lost in a daze of horrid realisation.
“It isn’t what it looks like.” You promise, your voice quivering and pleading. Eddie had every right to be angry with you, and if you had come home to him in your bedroom then you would feel the exact same as him, but just because it looked bad didn’t mean that it was. You weren’t snooping… you were just… browsing.
He huffs a laugh, his patience thinning, “Oh, really? Then what does it look like? Because to me it looks like you were going through my things.” He takes a frustrated hand through his fluffy hair, tugging on the delicate roots at the crown of his head, “I can’t even think straight— please get away from me.” He takes a wise step back.
You remained where you were. Anchored to the place.
“You’re dealing drugs—“ An adult conversation wasn’t an option.
“Get the fuck out!!” His sharp and shrill voice stabbed at your chest, causing your heart to leap involuntarily and your stomach to drop. You had never seen Eddie so mad— he was always so timid. So soft spoken and kind.
And as your eyes met his fierce gaze you knew you had really crossed a line.
“I’m sorry, Eddie…” Your voice is a weak and pathetic attempt at a whisper as you scamper past him like a fearful mouse and right across the hallway to your own bedroom where you close the door quickly and rest your body back against the wooden surface.
He just needs time to cool off, you tell yourself. He can’t despise you forever.
But the thing you underestimated about Eddie Munson was his ability to hold a grudge for as long as he saw fit…
For the time he remained angry with you, he remained avoidant and stern. Cold and unforgiving. It was as if you were living with a man sized block of ice.
And as the weeks pressed on, you thought this act of his was an overreaction and down right childish.
Enough was enough…
Out of spite he used your shampoo, he ate your left overs and whenever you would try and talk to him about it he would walk out of the room and pretend you didn’t exist.
You couldn’t take it, he as driving you insane.
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The frustrating crunch of honey flavoured Cheerio’s filled the never ending silence and you felt your internal clock ticking to a staggering stop. Your patience worn so thin that it was basically transparent. You had to confront him. Or you were sure to explode.
“We need to talk.” You stated clearly as you marched toward the breakfast bar that separated the kitchen from the living room— almost as if you were a lawyer approaching the bench in a courtroom to plead your case.
Eddie’s eyes rolled with a flutter of his eyelids and it pumped your heart full of fire and gunpowder.
“Great, you’ve managed to ruin breakfast.” He stands from the stool he was perched on with a dramatic flare as he lets the metal feet scrape against the tiled floor, “Talk all you want. I can’t guarantee I’ll listen.” Eddie’s voice is groggy with sleep and you despise that it nearly makes you smile.
He drops his cereal bowl into the kitchen sink with a clatter and you feel a pang of nervousness prick at your chest.
“Here’s the deal,” You fight to find his eyes and he fights just as hard to avoid looking at you, “You’re dealing drugs.” You state rather matter of factly, “And unless you start behaving like a civil adult then.. then I’ll have no other choice but to go to the cops.”
You wouldn’t dare be caught snitching, but it did manage to grab Eddie’s undivided attention.
“Seriously?” His nostrils flared in annoyance and you crossed you arms firmly across your chest. You weren’t a participant in the drama club at school but you managed to lie convincingly when you had to.
“Yes. So either grow up or suck it up because you’ll be facing a sentence of what? Five to ten? And you already know that this town has opinions on you so the jury will probably be harsh…” You shrug your shoulders slightly, remaining calm and collected.
Eddie seems to begin panicking…
“Jesus! What do you want from me? It’s 9 in the goddamn morning!” You bite back a chuckle at his random outburst of energy and it only causes Eddie to become more cross.
“I don’t want to argue with you either but you have left me no choice! Why can’t you just talk to me like a normal human being? I’m sorry I was in your room, okay?” You follow Eddie to the bathroom, only to have the door slammed in your face, “What are you doing?” You groan loudly, already fed up.
“I’m doing a piss, what do you think I’m doing? Leave me alone for a minute.”
Internally, you deflate. You had gone into this confrontation with such gall, such fire and bravery and now… now you wish you had just left for work instead.
“Eddie, are you finished?” You asked after some time with your ear pressed against the door.
No response.
“Eddie?” You repeat, your voice shifting with worry this time.
No response.
On a whim you open the door, only to find the bathroom empty and the window blown open with the Spring breeze.
That son of a bitch—
To avoid you Eddie had scaled out of the bathroom window and down the fire escape taking off into the early morning dew.
At first you were enraged, hurt and disappointed. Did he really despise you this much? To the point of scaling down the side of a building all to just dodge a conversation with you?
But then… then passiveness took over. If this were how Eddie wanted to live then so be it. Who were you to force a man to mature?
And so, within that moment of defeat you took an oath to participate in this war of silence.
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Eddie knew that feelings weren’t the easiest thing for him to talk about, that’s why whenever he saw that courageous glint in your eye he swerved the other way. He wasn’t ready to admit that he wasn’t angry at you—
He was hurt.
That night he found you in his bedroom he had already been wounded by what he had heard. The nasty things Nancy had said to you about him, and with so much confidence.
And when he happened upon you standing in his room, Eddie became hopeful. Too hopeful. Too joyous. He saw you there and he thought it must have been the beginning of something beautiful between the two of you.
You had came to apologise, surely?
But as he followed your line of vision and was met by his open drawer full of his product, he saw red. Eddie couldn’t remember leaving the drawer open— he did, but he couldn’t remember doing it. And the only other explanation that made any sense to him was that you were snooping through his room for more ammo to dish out to Little Miss Whinging Wheeler.
That’s why he exploded.
The only thing he was able to admit to himself was the harsh squeeze of his chest when he saw you cower away from him in what he could only pinpoint as fear.
Eddie was a gentle man, never one to raise his voice to a lady— especially one as beautiful as you.
But in that moment of fire, he had to get you as far away from him as possible.
To tell the truth, Eddie was tired of being a punching bag. Sick of being spoken about behind his back like he is a wanted criminal. He had put out all of this goodness into the world and what did he receive in return?
A roommate who looked like an angel but had a friend group better associated with demogorgons.
He just needed some time to find the bravery to admit all of this to you.
And in a brief moment of said bravery, he slipped an invitation to his gig tonight through the crack at the bottom of your bedroom door. His way of waving the white flag, if you will.
Waving the flag and bracing for impact.
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You stared at the crack in your bedroom door, the soft light from the hallway illuminating the makeup around your eyes. The sun had long began to set and the only other form of light in your room was your small lamp located in the far corner of the darkened space, hidden behind your bra which you had tossed over it 3 days ago. The red lampshade gifted you a warm magenta glow, providing a comforting warmth as the outside chill of October began to creep its way in.
You had received Eddie’s invitation late last night and you hadn’t seen him since he slipped it beneath your door. His handwriting was messy and hard to understand but you got the memo— and you understood what the note meant.
He forgave you, and whilst you hadn’t a reason to forgive him, you did. For everything that had followed that fateful day in his bedroom.
Patiently and in breathless silence, you wait for Eddie to leave his room to begin his journey to the gigs venue. It takes him some time to get ready and you can hear whispered curses coming from the room across the hall from your own. He plays Black Sabbath music quietly on his tape player, respectful to your presence in the home, and when you hear his bedroom door creak open on its hinges you decide to meet him in the hallway.
Wide brown eyes lined in black meet yours, “Hi.” He says with a toothy smile.
You take in Eddie’s attire with a sweet honest smile. He is dressed in his signature black leather jacket, some light blue jeans which are heavily ripped and personalised with studs, and a slightly cropped white band T-shirt. His fingers adore some new rings that you haven’t seen before and you swear you see a little bit of glitter on his eyelids.
“Hey” you reply after a brief moment, now cautious of the way that Eddie is also assessing your choice of outfit for the evening.
“You decided to come…” His cheeks flood with blood and his smile stretched further that is has in weeks. Your expression reflects his and you toy with the cuff of our denim jacket.
“I didn’t want to dirty your white flag…” Your voice is confident, “Besides, it’s been a while since I’ve left the house for something that is actually fun.” Your shoulders bounce in a light shrug, “Think I can catch a ride with you?” Your eyes round and your voice strays from your once confident mask, “Please.”
Eddie crosses his arms smugly over his chest, leaning back against his doorframe. Every cell in his body has to fight against bickering cutely with you.
“Sure,” his booted foot taps against the guitar case at his side, “But you’re carrying the case to the van.” Your eyes flicker down to the door before settling back on Eddie’s face, “Scratch mine and I’ll scratch yours.” He casually winks at you and your heart swells in your chest.
There is an electrified pause before you reply with a wide smile.
“Deal.”
A/N: Hi! This is me coming back to fanfic writing SLOWLY, I understand this isn’t much and it not my best but I’m trying to post again so just be kind please. Love ya xoxo
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Too Close for Comfort
requested by the lovely @braindelete , hope you enjoy! ☺️
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader
Warnings: Tension, angst, cliche trope.
divider by @cafekitsune
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The quiet spinning world came to a sturdy halt as your fatigue stricken eyes landed on the single double bed centred in the middle of the motel room. You had specifically asked for a room with two beds but clearly the receptionist was also engulfed in a thick mist of sleep induced haze. You couldn’t blame her— it was 3 a.m.
The story explaining how you and Eddie Munson ended up in such a predicament was as simple as this— Steve Harrington’s wedding reception. Yes… that’s right, Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington was finally screwing his courage to the sticking place and settling down with his lovely fiancé whom he met during freshman year at college.
You had met her a few times, but with your busy schedule you were always left wishing you were able to spend more time with them and so when your invitation came in the mail, stamped with a ‘Save The Date’ announcement you were ecstatic. Only issue? You couldn’t quite pinpoint the moment where you ended up getting stuck in a van with Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson on this 5 hour long car journey from one state to the next.
He had matured slightly, you could give him that praise. But a lot about him remained unchallenged and the same. He was unapologetic about the way he was, he had always been that way. You admired that about him… ever since you had met in high school.
“Shit.” Eddie’s voice grumbled in the still air, rippling down your spine, “I swear this isn’t some dumb ploy, the lady said there would be two beds.” You could sense his nerves in his hoarse sleep deprived voice and it left your skin tingling. You sighed as you watched Eddie peripherally drag a pale hand down his face.
“Look, I’ll sleep on the ground. I wanna go out for a cig’ anyways so that leaves you with first dibs on the bed.”
You immediately laughed, a crazed and obnoxiously loud laugh that caused one of Eddie’s pierced eyebrows to perk on his forehead in confusion and distaste.
“Dibs?” You echoed and Eddie’s features softened as he came to realise you were teasing him, “What, are you five?” He rightfully huffs in response and you try to ignore the tightening of your chest and the way your gaze lingers a second too long on the glint of light that crosses over his muddy brown eyes.
“I’ll happily take the bed if you don’t want it, smartass.” His challenge silences you and your own face scrunches in dissatisfaction as you scoff.
“Nope. Like you said, I called first dibs.” Eddie brought out a petty childish side to you and it caused a smug grin to eat up the corners of your lips as you pounced onto the bed. Both of your legs and arms were spread to each corner of the mattress and in defeat, Eddie left the room to the porch balcony just outside the front door.
Through the pale curtains of the motel room you could see the porch light casting a shadow through the fabric. Eddie’s silhouette engulfed the green carpeted ground and you were almost hypnotised by the small blood orange cherry of his cigarette burning like a powerful beacon of light through the blackness.
You watched the fire flicker and eventually die and as you did, it soothed you to close your eyes and just breathe.
This whole journey had been nothing but stressful and borderline tormenting. Eddie made your head spin and your teeth clatter together and then, just as you thought you could prepare yourself for his spontaneous outbursts, he would confuse you and show you a whole other side of him. A side you hadn’t seen in years. A side that reminded you of why you were ever friends in the first place.
Sure, you two weren’t overly close, but you would’ve taken a bullet for one another. That’s what it meant to be part of that friend group. The love was endless and forgiveness was a priority. Nothing could separate you from your friends and vice versus.
Unless that separation was college or jobs or distance.
And as time ticked mercilessly onward, you heard from everybody less and less. The only glue tethering you to Hawkin’s was Steve. He was the only one who fought to keep in touch with you, despite your trying efforts to push everyone away.
Pulling you from your thoughts, Eddie grabbed two pillows from beside your head and he made himself a pity worthy bed on the floor.
You sit upright and before you can even contemplate what you’re doing, you are speaking, “Eddie, you can sleep up here with me. Just… don’t get any weird ideas.” It pained you that you had to even say such a thing to him, but you were both adults now and you had both probably spent way too many nights just like this one. Only difference being that whoever you slept with was gone within an hour of you dozing off. And they were a stranger.
But Eddie… Eddie was no stranger to you. Even after all of this time.
“Scouts honour.” He presses his palm to his chest and you smile softly, your eyes following his bodies every move as he climbs into the bed next to you, so cooly that you would’ve thought he was used to doing this sort of thing, “Let’s get a quick two or three hours before we need to be up and on the road again.”
The dark brunettes voice trails off in your ear and you nod hesitantly, your eyes trained on the stained ceiling of the room, “Yeah...” you reply absentmindedly.
“Yep.” Eddie shifts next to you, mirroring your laying position and you fight every instinct to turn your head and look at him.
To look into those milky chocolate eyes that are sweet enough to give you a toothache.
“Eddie?” Your voice is hushed, an echoing whisper.
“Hmm, yeah?” He turns his head toward you, his eyes warming the skin of your cheek but your face remains trained ahead of you.
“You never called… you never reached out.” Your mouth sours into a slight frown, “Why?”
You felt like a kid again, sharing a bed with your friend. Staying up way too late, eating way too much junk and sharing way too much of your feelings. It felt all too foreign and all too familiar.
“Neither did you.” Words that should have made your skin turn to ice only made your heart crack in your chest at the honest truth that Eddie was right.
Your hands fist the quilt that shields your body so tightly that you’re sure your knuckles would be pale.
For a moment you were stilted, your stubborn nature battling with what was the right thing to do. To say. And the harder you tried to conjure up something to say, the longer the silence thickened the air between you and the metal head lying next to you.
“Just because you didn’t hear from me doesn’t mean that I wasn’t thinking about you,” there was a pause full of anticipation and only then were you able to look at Eddie, “I thought about you all of the time. Every day…” Eddie catches himself, and you watch as he gulps thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down his throat, “I thought about everyone.”
You study him for a moment, quietly admiring the freckles littered over the bridge of his nose and his rosy cheeks. The slope of his tired eyes and the softness of his eyebrows. The thickness of his eyelashes left you envious of their length and you hate that your heart leaps as soon as you glimpse down at his plump pink lips.
“I thought about you too. I guess I was just too stubborn to be the first one to reach out…” Your cheek nuzzles further into the feathery pillow beneath your head and for a moment you are certain that Eddie stops breathing, “I’m sorry.”
And you meant it. With your whole heart.
“I’m sorry too…” Eddie’s response is sombre in comparison to your own and at the time you weren’t aware of what was racing through Eddie’s mind.
Bubbling beneath his calm demeanour Eddie was thinking back to all the times he had called in the middle of the night and hung up as soon as your voice bounced back through the receiver. All of the times he used you as his muse for a sketch in his sketch book and the motivation you provided him for all of the times he struggled to get up on stage and perform. You were all he could think about for years. And then one day…
He was forced to give you up. He had to stop because it was hindering his life. He couldn’t quit you.. no matter how hard he tried. And finally, after many failed attempts, things started getting easier— his mind would wander occasionally but not even near as much as it used to.
Now, lying next to you, your perfume tingling his nostrils and your hair tickling his shoulder. It all came rushing back. The drug he couldn’t rid himself of. The lost love of his life. He would sit in this torturous pain forever if it meant he could be this close to you— even if it was only for a little while.
He should have told you in that moment. But he didn’t.
His love for you died in his chest.
And as he watched you slowly succumb to beautifully dark sleep, he slipped out of the bed to step outside…
Only so he could sob to himself and leave you to rest.
Eddie cried gently into his hands, the hands he wished could caress your skin, hoping that one day he would be able to muster up the courage to tell you the truth. The truth he should have told you all of those years ago. The confession he should have told you right there and then.
Blurb: After Chrissy’s unfaithfulness to Eddie, Eddie realises that maybe he has been harbouring feelings for you for longer than he ever cared to notice. Is it too late for him to make it up to you?
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Friend!Fem!Reader
Warnings: 18+, slight angst (I know, I’m sorry!), mutual pining, cursing, alcohol consumption, trust issues, claustrophobia, some out of character anger from Eddie, reckless fire usage, pet names, kissing. Characters are 20+
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divider by @sxmmerberries & @reveriesources
“I need to know that you’re okay.”
Silence. A deep void of idle and infinite dark.
“I need to know that you’re going to be okay, at least…”
A plead. Bruised knees. Quaking breath. Clasped hands shaking. No rest.
“What do you want me to say? Tell me word for word and I’ll say it.” Eddie’s voice is a hoarse croak and the small light that you harbour in your chest dampens further at the sound, “I don’t know what you want from me. I don’t understand why you keep coming back to see me.”
“Because I love you.”
“Because you’re my friend.” The blade wedged into the bone of your sternum plunges further and twists mercilessly; so agonisingly paralysing that you almost wince aloud at the pain.
Red, tear burnt eyes meet yours and you internally flinch at the sight. You’ve never seen Eddie this way. So broken… so defeated.
It’s as if nettles sting at your own eyes and you blink away any moisture that threatens to gather on your waterline, “We are friends, right?” You ask again. Breathless and uncertain.
Before the chaos of the fight at the party you couldn’t remember much, so it scared you to know that you had contact with Eddie and you couldn’t remember what you had said to him. Or what he had said to you…
“Correct.” He forces a smile, just for you.
The relief that washes over you dissolves the palpable tension that smothered the air and Eddie feels his own rigidness melt away at the realisation that you weren’t the one who hurt him. Yes, you were Chrissy’s friend, but you weren’t her. You weren’t Chrissy. And you didn’t deserve this cold shoulder that he was dishing out to everyone.
He could be himself around you.
“I’m gonna be okay. You don’t have to worry about me so much.” He offers you a tight lipped smile and you return one similar except that it was full of sincerity and warmth.
“I get that I can’t change what happened, but I can be here with you and hold your hand through the storm,” you sigh softly, adverting your gaze to a nearby decaying rose. It’s petals have turned a dark wine colour and its stem has moulded, “I know what it’s like to watch someone that you lov- admire, turn their attention to someone else. Someone that isn’t you.” Your mouth sours and you feel your lips pinch downward at the corners faintly, “It gets easier with time. I’m sure you’ll find someone who’ll love you until their dying breath.”
The cool breeze lifts your hair from your knitted sweater clad shoulders, allowing the strands to flow freely behind you. You embrace the feeling of the freshness upon your skin. There was something so comforting about it. Something so freeing: like being reborn. Rejuvenated. You allow your eyes to close momentarily as you replenish yourself, letting your spirit breathe.
You quickly clam up at the sight of Eddie’s hawk like gaze fixated on your face when your eyes reopen and your cheeks flush furiously; your body’s way of punishing you for being so open and vulnerable around him.
“You seem like you’re busy,” you gesture knowingly to the scrap pieces of paper laid in front of him that had a bunch of sloppily written lyrics scored across it, “I’ll leave you be.” You punctuate your words with a brisk rise to your feet and you flatten out your jeans mindlessly that had become wrinkled from being perched cross legged on the grass. Eddie’s eyes never leave you. Not for a second.
“I’ll see you around, then?” He asks, his voice is a croak.
“Of course. I’ll see you later, Eddie.” You sling your heavy book bag over your shoulder as you prepare yourself to walk away.
He stops you in your tracks, “Call me Ed’s.” It’s evident that Eddie didn’t intend for his words to sound as desperate as they did and you try your best to ignore the plea in his voice. Out of respect for him and his situation.
“Okay.” You breathe softly with a nod and a sweet but sombre smile, “Bye, Ed’s.”
Eddie’s eyes warm as they watch you walk away and he even chuckles lightly to himself at how you look bashfully back at him over your shoulder; only to quickly dart your vision in front of you at the realisation that he was also admiring you.
And in that exact moment, Eddie can see a light at the end of this endless dark tunnel. In the form of a friend. An honest, loving and cherished friend…
You.
‘Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.’
William Shakespeare
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Part of you felt sickeningly grateful that this had happened. As much as you hated the fact that Eddie was wounded, it gave you a feeling of opportunity. To be there for him and for him to realise how great you can be. How perfect you are for him.
However, upon witnessing his stinging red and bloodshot eyes that could only have come from his penetrative sadness you realise that you couldn’t see this as an ‘opportunity’. You couldn’t throw yourself at his feet and hope for his love to finally be requited. Not with him being so deeply hurt. So vulnerable and delicate.
Not delicate like a flower. Delicate like a bomb.
These silly ideals only happened in the fairy tales. The prince saves the princess from the wicked villain and they run off together to live happily ever after. But this was real life…
And there was no one coming to save you.
So instead, you settle for just being his friend. The friend that he has always had. The friend, that is all you’ll ever be to Edward Munson.
There comes a tricky time in your life where you just have to accept that some things will never be. They weren’t written in the stars the way you had always dreamed. Your prayers weren’t answered and all of your attempts at happiness and perfection fail.
You have to accept it. And move on.
No matter the cost. No matter how agonising. You had to ignore the gaping hole in your chest that laid bleeding all over the earth beneath your feet. Your sky tainted red with blood and fury and your tears and skin were flames. You had to endure this Hell.
For him.
And you could do it. You had walked through fire before— you were numb to the blistering heat.
But what you couldn’t handle was the claustrophobia you were feeling at The Hideout whilst you watched Eddie rock his feelings out from his bones. From his quaking soul. The low lit hall was captured in a Hellish red glowing aura and reality begins to distort around you.
“I wrote a song for a girl that wasn’t really worth my time,” Sweat glistens on Eddie’s body, dripping down the curve of his neck and from his face. His drenched black unruly curls stick to his forehead and you watch a drunken and sinister smile possess his face as he pulls a few sheets of paper from the back pocket of his distressed jeans, “And what’d you do when people waste your time?” He is handed a petrol lighter by Gareth, “You burn that shit to the fucking ground!” He screams in a rage you have never heard come from his sweet pillowy lips as he flicks the flint and engulfs the pages in hot red crimson. A strum from his guitar screeches through the space, rattling your ears and causing your heart to palpitate heavily.
The crowd goes ballistic, like wild animals and you are suddenly in a mosh pit of adrenaline surged metal heads. All banging their heads and leaping around. People grab your shoulders to try to propel themselves upward and into the band’s line of vision all whilst unknowingly forcing you down toward the linoleum ground.
Black spots fill your vision and your knees threaten to give out beneath you as you struggle to suck air into your lungs. An avalanche of sweaty body’s drowning you until you are nearly crouched onto the floor and you accept your fate as your hands brace themselves— stuck to the tarnished pattern beneath your sneakers.
“Woah, woah, woah!! Guys, c’mon! Open up! Open the fuck up! Let’s be respectful!” Eddie leaps from the stage platform and the crowd parts like the Red Sea at his presence, “Not cool man, this isn’t what we do here.” Gareth continues to drum on a beat as Eddie’s silhouette looms over you like a dark angel sent from above. His palm outstretched toward your cowering frame and you take it hesitantly; caught off guard by his strength that springs you to your feet.
“Y’alright, sweetheart? You good?” Your chest heaves for air as Eddie leads you back through the crowd and to the front of the stage, his hand clutching yours like there’s no tomorrow, “Stay right here where I can see ya.” One of his chocolate brown eyes wink at you and you feel as if you could levitate.
“Where was I? Oh, yeah! Let’s fucking do this!!” And the song continues to shock and shake the room with every pulse and strum of an instrument. The crowd returning back to how they were moments ago.
Feral.
And Eddie meant what he said. He was looking at you the entire time. Making sure you were okay.
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“So…” you twirl a strand of your hair around your index finger. It wasn’t intentionally flirtatious, it was something you found great comfort in when you were feeling particularly on edge and Eddie had the scary capability of always putting you there: teetering on possibility of falling from the cliff side, “You really wrote a song for Chrissy?”
The stalky man hums, “Yeah. It was garbage, though. It wasn’t real… in the end.” His gentle eyes harden, “The lesson here is that not everyone deserves a song written about them. I don’t know how all the bigger musicians do it all of the time. So faux. So deluding.” He sips at a can of beer he has held loosely between his fingers, “Thank you for coming tonight. It got a bit rowdy in there.”
A set of traffic lights above your head capsulate you and Eddie in a ghoulish green haze, sharpening your features and turning Eddie’s chocolate eyes to look more like deep and black bullet holes. No light was reflected in them. They gaped and swallowed every speck.
“You have such raw talent, Ed’s. It would silly of me to not come and see you play.” You offer him a toothy grin, “Besides, when you make it to be big and famous I can say ‘Hey, I know that guy!’ And everyone will swoon and ask me for stories about you.” Your comic words cause Eddie to laugh and shake his head.
“You won’t have to tell people that you know me, Hon. I’ll be there in the flesh to solidify your fairytales.” The way Eddie spoke enchanted you. It didn’t matter what he was saying— he had this magical enticing lull to his voice that sent you into a trance of total calmness. You were incredibly smitten by him.
The pizza place across the street engulfs your nostrils with the perfume of freshly baked bread and burnt cheese. The lights on the building flicker in your peripheral and you watch as people pumped full of toxins waddle and sway their way over to it from The Hideout. Drunk and in desperate need of some grease and salt.
“You saved me tonight, Y’know? If it weren’t for you I think I would’ve been crushed to death in there.” The chilly night air around you stills, “Truly. You are my knight in shining leather, Eddie Munson.” You pinch at the sleeve of his leather jacket with a giggle and Eddie crushes his beer can with a soft smile and tosses it into a nearby trash bin.
“You’re welcome, M’lady,” He bows down in front of you, almost curtsying, “It was a treacherous journey indeed and an act of cowardly courage but it ensured your safety. So, it was a risk worth pursuing.”
He was such a nerd and his dorkiness made you laugh a little too abruptly. But it was something you loved so much about him. His ability to stay creative and to stay in touch with his inner child. His vulnerability and his strength. You admired it. You were enamoured by him.
“How are you getting home tonight? Do you have a ride?”
You shake your head, “Oh, no. I was probably going to walk and take in the night air. It’s not too late.” You give a tiny shrug of your shoulders and Eddie eyes you knowingly, his head tilted to the side.
“I can drive you. If you want?” His ringed fingers plunge into the pockets of his coat and you chew your lip in thought.
Of course you wanted him to take you home. But it was best for you to remain two steps away from him. For the safety of your own heart.
“You’ve been drinking tonight… I don’t think it would be wise for us to climb into a piece of heavy machinery together.” Eddie’s eyes flicker from you to over his right shoulder as he peeks at his van that is parked across the street a few paces away. A small yellow ticket adorns his windshield and he curses under his breath at the sight of it.
Eddie’s head bounces in the form of a nod, “You’re right. Safer that way,” He palms the back of his neck in a wringing motion, “I’ll see you soon then? Maybe you can call me when you get home… to let me know you’re okay. Obviously.”
A side of Eddie you had never seen before was beginning to unveil itself to you and you were sceptical of if it were a good thing or bad thing. He was being overly cautious and protective of you and your whereabouts. He was showing you such care and consideration. Was he using you as a rebound? Or did he genuinely worry for you?
“Yeah. Maybe.” You bite back the acid ridden annoyance in your tone, trying your best not to jump to any conclusions about Eddie’s intentions with you. But with the way he was looking at you, how were you supposed to truly know?
“I’ll wait by the phone.” He smiles so sweetly it could cause your teeth to decay— but that paranoid part of you wouldn’t allow you to enjoy this moment. The bruised pieces of your heart were telling you to run far far away. And to never look back.
“Goodnight, Eddie.” Your voice was rushed and monotonous.
“Call me, Ed’s—“
Your back is turned swifter than the gust of wind whipping at your face and hair and Eddie watches you, helplessly, as you disappear into the thick of the night with a slightly dampened heart and a small frown on his face.
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‘Love is friendship that has caught fire.’
Ann Landers
“Hello?” Eddie’s voice sounds through the phone receiver, groggy and hoarse. Your heart does somersaults in your chest and excitement finds itself burying between your thighs.
“Did you wait by the phone?” You reply, slightly embarrassed and meek. It was now 1:30am and the night was beginning to spill into the morning. You were becoming delirious with lack of sleep and it was bleeding through every word you spoke.
“It’s you,” He chirps much more perkily now, “Did you get home alright?” You can hear a shift of fabric on the other end of the line, like a duvet cover rustling and you can only assume that Eddie was repositioning himself in bed.
“Yeah, that’s why I called, actually. I wanted to let you know I was okay. I didn’t want you to worry…” You don’t quite understand why you said it, but you did. Over the past couple of weeks Eddie had hinted at caring for you. He had given you more attention than ever before and so naturally… you thought he really did care. And that he might actually be worried about you making it home in one piece.
“Thanks.” The line goes quiet for a quick beat and it gives your paranoia every just cause to bubble to the surface.
“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” You finish your sentence with an unintentional gulp as your mouth longs for hydration.
“I was only dozing off a little, don’t worry about it. I’m glad you called, sweetheart.” There’s that nickname again. The one you have come to adore. You can hear his sleepy smile through the phone, “You are probably the only person who has ever called me this late,” His quiet laugh is fatigued and careful as to not alarm his uncle who is destined to be sleeping close by, “Did you enjoy the concert tonight?”
You hum, “I did.”
Eddie hums a tune back, like a bird singing you to sleep, “And what was your favourite song?”
You are quiet for a moment, reminiscent and concentrated.
“I would have to say the one about the rose. I hadn’t heard it before,” You grin to yourself, “Can you sing it for me?”
There is a shocked waver to Eddie’s deep voice, “What— like, right now?” You can sense his jitters through the telephone.
“Only the chorus…” Although he can’t see your face, you pout out your bottom lip pleadingly, “Please?”
There is another shift of movement on the other end of the line and Eddie clears his throat, full of hesitance, “Alright.” His voice is clipped, “Just remember that this debuted today so it is basically still a work in progress…”
You couldn’t exactly pinpoint his emotion, but you could tell that he was experiencing some sort of shyness and there was a slight withdrawal. He was no longer as confident as he was talking to you moments ago.
“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, I was only joking around—“
“No no, I want to. I’m glad you liked it… it means a lot to me, darling.”
Darling. That’s a new one.
Vibrations hit your ears as Eddie skilfully hums the tune to the song, manipulating his voice to lyrically match his beautifully dark words.
“And even if you were nothing but a wilted flower with a shrinking stem, I would still hold you close and preserve you in the worn pages of my blackened heart. The reason that I’m breathing, the love that keeps me reaping… oh.. oh oh,” He pauses for breath, “And you keep on bleeding, Oh… oh oh.”
As his words disperse into deafening silence on the phone you sit completely statue still. Almost too afraid to move. Petrified to disturb the moment. His songs were like poetry and it nearly brought you to a flood of tears.
“That was… wow…” You release a deep breath out through your nostrils, “You should consider recording an acoustic version, Ed’s, because that was… epic.”
“You think so?” He asks with shock laced in his tone and you swear you can see his brown puppy dog eyes looking right at you. But maybe they were just seared into your memory. He was embedded into your soul.
“One hundred percent.” Your fingers shakily toy with the hem of your cotton sleep shorts, the pads of your finger tips tracings the small pink love hearts that have been sewn into the light fabric and you feel a sudden surge of energy. Excitement. Adrenaline. Happiness.
“Thank you, sweetheart. You really are too kind to me.”
Before you can respond Eddie is yawning into the cavity of your ear and you can hear him struggling to keep the expression silent.
“It’s getting late,” Your eyes follow the coiled wire attached to your phone as they search for the clock on your night stand. It now read 1:55am, “I understand if you want to try and hit the hay. Early bird gets the worm, right?”
“We can chat a little longer, if you’d like?” He suggests casually, “I’m usually a night owl anyways, it’s the booze making me a little drowsy but it’s wearing off. Can feel it.”
You bite back a shit-eating smile.
“I’d like that. How about we stay on the line until 2:15am and then we can call it quits?” You come to sit up on your mattress in a cross legged position, your legs comfortably sitting in a basket as you move yourself closer to the phone receiver, “Deal?”
There’s a brief pause.
“Deal.”
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The blood orange rays slicing through your bedroom curtains awoke you rudely and you rapidly blink away the sunlight, almost blinded by its intensity. The sound of bird wings flapping into fight filled the eerily quiet atmosphere of your room and a loud groan vibrates from your tired throat as you force yourself up into a stretch with your arms extended above your head.
You were optimistic about the day until you caught a glimpse through the glass and saw the rain dancing devilishly against the concrete. It’s was as though the water mocked you. With every hellish dance it thundered against the ground your feelings for Eddie only grew fonder. It grinned evilly in your face with every feeble attempt you made to forget him. A reminder that no matter what you did, he would always be there. He would always possess your soul. Your efforts would always ultimately fail.
By the time you burst into your morning lecture you are soaked to the bone from head to toe. Your hair sticks in drenched ringlets to your shivering goosebump covered skin and the fabric of your clothes cling for dear life to your limbs. No corner of your body was left unseen. Every curve prominent and protruding.
“You’re late.” Professor Hunter snarls distastefully beneath his breath, his Dublin accent bleeding through as you pass by his large dark oak stained desk to a free seat. He smelt of lingering coffee breath and musk; almost like he had smoked a cigarette moments before entering the room and washed it down with an americano. His black hair was pinstriped with grey, patterned like a skunks tail and his face was covered in messy prickly looking stubble. His blue eyes were heavily lidded as they searched your face in annoyance, longing for a poor excuse for your short coming with his square glasses braced on the bridge of his slender nose.
“I’m only 3 minutes late—“
“Still. You showed up late to my lecture.”
“I’m sorry, I—“ He cuts you off, again.
“Don’t let it happen again.”
You bite your tongue, swallowing your backbone alongside every word you wished to say. As you sunk further into the green plush pillow of the velvet seat beneath you and your clothes slowly dried to be somewhat bearable you felt a heat growing on the back of your head and your mind filled with the inkling that someone was looking at you.
Mustering the strength to look back over your shoulder your breath catches in your throat at the two chestnut eyes that are staring right back at you. Eddie is shameless with his gaze and you fumble beneath it. Your cheeks heat to boiling point and your legs twitch toward the auditorium door; prepared to run, if needed.
Eddie’s lips twitch at the corners and you can tell within that very moment that he is biting back a laugh. It triggers something within you, a spontaneous and contagious response that causes your own shoulders to tremble as you try and contain a chuckle. Normally, you would take a scolding from a lecturer seriously but something about the whole situation humoured you in an abnormal way. You were giggling at something totally mediocre and you blamed Munson.
“What’s so funny, doll?” Your urge to erupt into a fit of laughter like a volcanic explosion subsides and dies quickly as your eyes settle on the male next to you.
Shaggy ringlets fall effortlessly to frame his perfectly blush cheeks and intense blue eyes narrow in on your features, making you retract and become comically still. His eyes were fire in water, filled to the brim with raging anger bubbling below their surface— like a tormented ocean battling against jagged rocks.
Billy Hargrove.
Billy fucking Hargrove had parked his denim clad ass right next to you.
You had heard the things about him. The craze surrounding his reputation. You knew what it was like to have his knuckles fracture your jaw— all because someone had told you about it in explicit detail.
You would never forgive Chrissy for explaining to you in intricate analysis what his dick felt like and what it looked like after their hook up before she sunk her claws into Eddie. She always felt the need to boast about those things to you— to make you feel inferior. And it worked a large majority of the time.
Billy smelt soil-rich with a hint of apple blossom and you found yourself fixated on the dark thickness of his eyebrows. So sharp and clean, like a knife, “Fine, don’t tell me.” He rolls his eyes at you and begins to tap the end of his pencil against the arm of his chair, “Better hope you weren’t laughing at me, though, sweetie.”
“No, I wasn’t laughing at you. I would never— why would I?” You wheeze nervously, your arms crossed over your chest as your finger nails dig into the plush flesh of your bicep.
Billy shrugs his massive meaty shoulders, his crystal like hues focusing on the hints of rain that still lingered in your hair and on your clothes, “You must be freezing, sat there in damp clothes. You want this? I’m not gonna wear it.” You stare doe eyed at the denim jacket he holds clutched tightly in his grasp, his fist outstretched toward you.
You eye him cautiously for a moment, waiting to see if he will withdraw his offer and laugh in your face but he doesn’t. In fact, he smiles at you and now you are left to question every piece of information you thought you knew about Billy.
Shakily, your own fingers wrap around the rough fabric as you take the jacket from him. A burgundy settles on your cheeks and you whisper a meek, “Thank you.” Which Billy only nods in response at.
You know it was just an innocent gesture and that there is no way Billy Hargrove would be remotely interested in you like that but still you couldn’t stop the ridiculous dark colour from painting your cheeks maroon as you slid your arms through the sleeves of his coat. A hushed sigh of relief washes over your body as warmth envelops you kindly.
And as Eddie watched from a few rows behind you, like a stranger looking through someone’s window. He knew. In that very moment, Eddie knew. Every whisper that his heart made that he quickly shut down because he was afraid and foolish. Every beaming smile that nearly split his face in half the moment he saw you from across the room. His sweaty palms and his over protective nature around you. It all finally made sense. Puzzle pieces clicking together effortlessly, almost mocking him with their clarity. He had overlooked them for so long. These signs that all pointed in the same direction; to you.
It angered him. His stupidity, immaturity and ignorance raged him in a way he had never felt before. His fury came like an impossible build up of steam which burnt his insides on its way out. And he deserved it. Every scolding piece of black tar that stuck itself to his flesh.
Anger, sadness, pain— so intertwined that perhaps their names ought to be tweaked to reflect the origins of those emotions. To show their raw authenticity and truth.
Eddie had lied to himself. He had led himself a stray. He had pulled the wool over his own two eyes and completely missed the angel that had been in front of him this entire time. Even when he was in a relationship with Chrissy, he felt that something had shifted that day at the movie theatre. Something unchangeable and unshakeable. He just wasn’t sure what it was.
This was the epiphany. His world stood still and everyone else seemed to fade from his vision into total nothingness as he admired you from afar.
But was he too late to tell you? Did you still feel anything for him? Because from where he was standing, it seemed as if you were ready to move on to someone new. Someone better than he is.
The saddest part was that he just wanted to see you happy. To see you smiling genuinely. For your eyes to light up and scrunch at the corners. For you to be as loved as much as you love others. As much as you loved him.
He had to tell you. Even if it would break his heart to hear you say that you didn’t want him anymore. Even if it felt like he was on the brink of death, walking barefoot along the sharp blade of a lengthy sword. He would bleed for you. He would paint himself scarlet in exchange for your love.
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Thunder clapped the sky and lightning lit the murky clouds momentarily with lavender purple as it zapped through the air. Water was still pelting heavily onto the concrete and you dreaded the idea of having to walk 20 minutes to get back home. Classes had flown by and now you were waiting by the large glass exit, staring aimlessly out at how ferocious Mother Nature could truly be. That’s when a shadowy reflection appeared next to you.
“In need of a chariot ride, M’ lady?” As you turn to look over your shoulder you are met with Eddie’s signature Cheshire Cat smile and your heart does leaps and bounds in your chest, “This time around I am totally 100% sober, so the journey should be a pleasant one. No one’s lives are at risk...” Your mind flicks back to the night of his gig and how uncontrollable your powerful feelings multiplied for him. You were reminded of the sour fact that Eddie would never feel this way about you— he wouldn’t feel as tortured as you did with his close proximity. It was agony. Having him so close and yet so far. Your fingertips just out of reach.
Eddie was gazing at you like you were miles away but in reality you're only a few feet in front of him. His stare is hard, intense, but also melting and blank. As if he were on another planet and you somehow were the one who transported him there.
“I would really appreciate that, Ed’s. But only if you’re sure? My house is pretty out of the way…” You were currently living at home with your parents but you had been searching online for apartments closer to the campus grounds, considering you’ll be attending classes for the next three years of your life. Some of which looked as though they were pulled from your wildest dreams. Warm and whimsical. You just had to save up enough for the deposit and luckily you had started work at a close by diner as a waitress. The hourly rate was shitty but the tips were great; especially from the regulars who liked you.
“I would never leave you to walk home in that storm, love. Besides, it’s been a few days since I’ve seen you so I thought we can hang out for a little bit,” You watch as Eddie’s Adam’s apple bobs up and down nervously, “I’ll let you pick the music?”
An offer he knew that you couldn’t refuse.
“Even Kate Bush?” You always had a cassette tape of hers in your backpack with your walk-man.
A dramatic pause embraces Eddie.
“Yes. Even Kate Bush.” He offers you a tight lipped smile.
And just like that, you were sold.
It was a torrential race to get to the car without getting totally soaked but once you were both inside you burst into a fit of giggles, laboured breaths filling the small space as you watched the water stream down the front windscreen endlessly, “Wow, it really is chucking it down!” You try to smooth out your rain streaked hair and you tuck it behind your ears, shivering at the mere sight of the trees swaying back and forth with the strong wind. The sound of Eddie clipping in his seat belt draws your attention over to him and you ultimately find yourself unable to look anywhere else. You were a crow to Eddie’s shimmer. A moth to his flame. You were a girl who was freezing a moment ago and now it’s as if sunshine has met your skin and you no longer felt a thing.
“Remember your seatbelt.” Boldly, Eddie decides to reach over your frame and click you securely into the plush passenger seat, his fingers running under the belt across your lap as he pulled the strap tightly over your body. Corseting your into place. His touch lingers near you for a moment and you could have sworn you saw Eddie’s eyes flash with something foreign. Something distant and hidden. But whatever it was, he kept it tucked away.
He killed it.
“Are you warm enough? I can crank this bad boy up a notch if you want.” He plays with the AC thermostat, the tip of his tongue darted out to rest on his bottom lip in total concentration as warm air eventually starts blasting toward you and instantly your tense muscles relax.
“That’s lovely, thank you.” It was already beginning to get dark outside and there was something oddly comforting about listening to the rain pour down onto the metal roof of Eddie’s van as you both sat in total silence with one another. In the low light, just basking in the peace of one another’s presence, “I could stay like this forever.” Your thumbs fumble with each other.
“Yeah,” Your eyes meet his, “Me too, sweetheart.” It was strange to think that one singular persons existence could bring you so much fulfilment and happiness. As you looked at Eddie now, your soul smiled along side your mouth. Everything leading up to this simple moment felt right. Prophesied. Etched into ancient stone. Your love for Eddie would die with you. And even from the grave, you would push up roses that would bloom to spell his name.
“Eddie…” You had been here before. Confessing. Pleading. Rationalising. Chasing. You were sure he would listen this time— you were almost certain that he would actually talk to you about your feelings for him. Maybe his opinions of you had changed. Maybe… maybe he felt the same way.
“Yeah?” Masterfully, Eddie hid the hopeful jitter in his voice. And unfortunately, it was just enough for you to back step fully and keep your thoughts to yourself
“You… you remember where I live, right? I can totally give you directions if not. No biggie.” The three words you longed to say burrowed themselves back down into your chest, your heart spluttering and coughing as they forced their way back inside; where they’d remain for the foreseeable future.
Unbeknownst to you, Eddie’s chest also tightened with disappointment and devastation. But he had faith, and he knew that the right moment would come. Even if he had to initiate it.
“Of course I do— sort of… maybe? Okay, you may need to direct me a tiny bit.” His index finger and thumb pinch together momentarily to signify the minuscule amount of direction he may need from you and you smile knowingly at him. Content.
“Shall we see to it?” You gesture toward the road.
“We shall.” Eddie grins cockily as he shifts his rust bucket into gear and speeds off into the road, chuckling at the quick intake of breath he hears come from you as you gasp at a nearby car beeping at Eddie’s abrupt merge into traffic, “Relax, I’m a great driver. Promise. I could do this with my eyes closed—“
“Don’t you dare!” You squeal and Eddie’s nose crinkles as he laughs full heartedly beside you.
“Sweetheart, relax!! I would never endanger you like that…” He winks slyly at you and you shake your head with the hugest smile adoring your face. Adrenaline floods your veins from your near panic attack moments ago and you run your fingertips through your damp and tangled hair; slightly stressed.
That’s when you catch a glimpse of yourself in the winged side mirror and your heart plummets quickly to the pit of your stomach. Your mascara had streaked down your face and your hair was a bird nest upon your head from the wind and rain. Your clothes looked tattered and ruined and you couldn’t believe you hadn’t sorted yourself out sooner. Eddie was right next to you and you looked like a hot bag of dogshit.
“You could’ve told me I had mascara under my eyes,” You try to joke it off with a feeble laugh, wiping your fingers furiously across the delicate skin of your under eyes in an attempt to make yourself look half presentable but you knew that this wasn’t an easy fix, “God, I look a mess.” You gnaw on your bottom lip to contain your sudden urge to cry.
“What? No you don’t, not at all!” Eddie’s thick eyebrows knit together on his forehead, “I thought that was the look you were going for, honest! You were rocking it!” Eddie’s attempt to lighten the mood fails and a newfound panic washes over him, “You are beautiful all the same, hon. Cross my heart.” Eddie’s ears are met with a ringing silence as your eyes fixate on the road ahead and he swears in that moment he can hear your heart shatter.
You recognised the street and you knew that your house was now close by. Just a little further. Any minute now you would be able to feel despair openly and free of judgement; all you had to do was make it home and get far away from the curly haired man next to you.
“Sweetheart?” Eddie’s voice is so soft, like silk being brushed across your skin as he pulls the van into your driveway. It makes you want to vomit.
“I’ll catch you later, Ed’s.” Your words shake as they leave your throat and you dive from the passenger seat at an alarming speed but Eddie is just as quick to follow after you. Hot on your heels with his engine left grumbling in the distance behind him.
“Wait— please stop!” His ringed fingers hook hastily and strongly around your wrist, stilling your movements as he whips you around to meet his towering frame.
You jerk your arm away from his grasp gently but he remains planted, “Please let me go inside, Eddie,” Your tears mix with the tears falling from the clouds above you and Eddie swallows thickly, trying to remain as calm as he possibly could but his raging heart and the frog in his throat was heavily preventing that, “Please—“
“You need to hear this.” Your dripping lips part in total awe as you watch Eddie become restless in front of you— his inner turmoil mirroring the storm beating down onto the pair of you, “I… fuck.. I..” He grapples with himself and you watch him search frantically for the right words. Eddie wanted this to be perfect. But that’s the thing— he wasn’t perfect. And he would never be perfect.
“Fuck it. Fuck it!!” His inky eyes ignite and suddenly he is so close to you that you can feel the heat radiating from his skin, “I’m in love with you. I’m so desperately in love with you.”
“There is no perfect lover. We are all flawed, but knowing those flaws and still loving with all of your heart creates perfect love. I will never look further than you. If my heart is a flower waiting to bloom, your love is the only breath of sunshine it needs.” Both of your hands end up rested in Eddie’s palms as his thumbs stroke over each of your knuckles, “I have been foolish. Completely moronic— because I hadn’t noticed this before. I hadn’t acknowledged my own feelings for you. And you don’t have to say anything… but you should know, love.”
You have gone into complete shock. Your limbs feel as though they are weighed down by chunky chains and your throat doesn’t allow you to speak. But your eyes… your eyes are blown to the size of teacup saucers. Gaping open wide.
“I’ve tried to bury it, to push you out, but even the ground beneath me trembles with your name! I love you… I’ve loved you for a long time, I think, and I understand if you no longer feel the same about me. I have left you waiting— I have starved you of love and I only wish you happiness. I want you to be so fucking happy, baby.”
Baby. He called you baby. And now you are floating above your body like a ghost trapped between heaven and earth.
“Are… are you sure?” You’re crying now and your vision blurs with the salty water. Your mascara stings your eyes and you have to battle the urge to collapse to your knees in front of him. This is all you have ever wanted for the longest time. You have counted down the milliseconds leading up to this. And now it’s here… and you don’t know if Eddie is being sincere or not.
"You don’t get it, do you? Every time I walk away, the ground pulls me back toward you like I’m tethered to this place, to you!" Eddie let’s go of your hands and you feel like your only form of support has left you defenceless. His heavy black leather boots slap against the concrete as he paces in front of you, “‘Am I sure?’ Of course I am! Of course I’m sure, sweetheart. I am drawn to you in a way that can only be described as witch craft. I am under a spell that I never want to awake from. You are the only person I ever want to talk to— the only person I want to be around. You are all that matters to me. I want to know what you do in the mornings and what perfume you like to wear. I ache to know your every thought and what makes you laugh— and what makes you cry.” Eddie is breathless as his body swoops back toward yours and his palms find your face as he cups your cheeks steadily, his eyes dart all over your face, trying to figure out which part of you he want to set his eyes on the most but it's impossible.
“My heart belongs to you. It always has; I was just too blind to see it. And if you never want to see me again I will respect that. But you had to know.” Eddie breaks down into a sob, the thought alone of losing you causes his heart to crumble into dust inside of his chest, “You had to know that I love you.”
Both of your eyelids fall closed and Eddie rests his soaked forehead against yours. His breathing is erratic and your fingertips cling to the denim his overcoat. Grasping on for dear life, “I love you, Eddie. Oh Eddie, My Eddie— you have no idea how long I have prayed for this moment. To hear those words. Those three fucking words.” You let out a noise that can only be described as half a cry and half a laugh and Eddie joins you, “I love you more than words can explain.”
Eddie recoils his face away from yours and for a moment you are frightened as you watch his expression harden into something more serious, “Sweetheart, can I kiss you?”
And as the words emit past his lips, your worry dissolves into total ecstasy.
“Please— kiss me and never stop.”
You had never imagined this is how your first kiss with Eddie would play out. In your drive way and in the pouring rain. It was beyond perfect. Something that you could watch on a movie screen. The old romance you loved to read about—but this time, it was yours.
Yours and Eddie’s.
You never wanted this fever dream to end; and thankfully, it never had to.
When you first meet Eddie you realise that he refers to everyone by their last name; Harrington, Wheeler, Henderson. Maybe it was just what he did- or maybe he was being an asshole. But when it came to you… he didn’t know your surname. So, instead he settled for ‘Sweetheart’.
And at first it was a running joke, something you would scoff at and Eddie would giggle at your reaction… but it’s been months now and he knows your name and yet…
