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Love this series and love this writing!!! Ahhh it’s so good!

Faint of Heart

(Part 2)

Pairing: Eddie x fem! Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: You don’t know his name, but Eddie becomes a regular at your diner. Scared you’ll run like everyone else, he can’t bring himself to tell you how he feels, until…

Warnings: Mild threat and violence, tiny reference to blood, unwanted ex, bit angsty, smut in later parts so 18+ for that reason. No minors 🔞

A/N: Thank you so much for all the love on part 1, i hope you like part 2. I’m really enjoying writing this one.

Part 1 here

•••

You stare silently at the man before you, once the person whose every word you clung to. Someone who you foolishly thought you loved, and therefore would do whatever he asked - clamping a hand over the repeated screams of concern in your mind, because you thrived on his misplaced praise. Until the praise became insults, but by then it was too late.

He looks different. Hair a little thinner, face a little rounder.

He looks the same. Unhinged green eyes, manipulative smirk.

You’re holding your breath as he walks slowly past the line of seats, running one finger along the counter until he reaches the end of the row and positions himself on a stool - Sunny’s stool, you think to yourself, still foolishly hoping he’ll appear - kicking one dirty shoe up to rest on the seat next to him.

“Well?” He waves a hand impatiently “Aren’t you at least goin’ to ask me how it was?”

Your jaw is tensed so firmly, you worry your teeth will crumble to dust from the pressure of your bite. Hiding the shake of your fingers, you tighten the strings of your apron back up, smoothing soft hands down the front of the fabric to steal yourself a little time.

You clear your throat but make no attempt to step nearer.

“How was prison, Aiden?”

“Oh, you know…the usual - had the presidential suite and ate like a king.” He guffaws at his own joke, spittle gathering in the corners of his mouth as he slaps a hand down in front of himself. The urge of wanting to throw something at his head is hard to contain.

Your heart pumps blood through your veins at twice its usual speed, making you feel a little light headed. Leaning backwards, you’re propped up by the cash register as you accept there’s no option to walk away from him here, you’ve nowhere to go. There’s no-one to bear witness and step in should he get too full of himself, and you’re not too proud to admit that it has your nerves shot to pieces.

“Aren’t you on probation?” Your voice sounds far more confident than you feel, you’re pleasantly surprised.

“Yeah. And?” He bristles, moving his foot to angle his body closer across the counter.

“Doesn’t that mean you have a curfew?”

He snorts, shaking his head at you in that same derisive way that would make you want to crawl under your own skin when he would make an example of you in front of his friends - shame would wrap itself around your shoulders like an oppressive, black cloak.

“Should know by now that no fucker in this town follows up on that shit. My probation officer doesn’t have a clue where I am from one day to the next.” He sneers, arrogant as always “Which means I have all the time in the world to spend at shitty little diners in the middle of the night with my girl.”

Your skin flashes hot at those words, panic and bile rising bitterly to the back of your throat.

“I haven’t been your girl for well over a year, Aiden.”

“Give it time” he sings, reaching out for a menu “So, what kinda crap does the chef recommend in this rat trap of an establishment?”

The only rat here is you

A second thought hits you then - a tiny beacon of reprieve - Aiden doesn’t know the cook has bailed and left you single manning the diner. Of course! He’s sat there goading you under the assumption there’s at least one other person here, meaning he is far less likely to try any of his usual shit.

All you need to do is keep him safely under that illusion long enough for someone else to arrive.

Anyone else will do, honestly, but preferably one in the shape of your favourite curly haired grumpy guy…

“I’ll go and ask him what’s still good this time of day”

You flash a false - but hopefully believable - smile in his direction, turning on your heel and trying not to run to the kitchen. Once there, your hands rifle through a small plastic tub near the wall mounted phone which is hastily tucked between your shoulder and ear. The direct number for Chief Hopper still had to be in here somewhere, right? He’d given it to your boss one time a few months back after an incident with some out of towners looking for trouble, told you all to ring whenever you felt necessary.

“Please, please…” you mutter repeatedly under your breath, so focused on the pile of papers and leaflets in your hands that a pair of footsteps approaching from behind go completely unnoticed.

“Well, now - look what we have here.” Aiden’s accusatory voice makes you jump, confidence wilting inside “You wouldn’t be trying to call the cops on me, there, would you?”

“No…”

“No.” He steps forward until his nose is almost pressed to yours, hot breath wafting over your skin. It makes you want to peel your face off. His chest puffs out and you shrink away until your back is to the wall “Because that would be really unwise, wouldn’t it?”

The phone drops from the crook of your neck, hand fumbling with the papers and notes until your fingers land on something hard just off to your side.

It takes only a split second for you to grab the cool metal of an oven tray and swing. The sound of it connecting with Aiden’s cheek hides the jingle of the bell above the diner door as it opens.

•••

Pulling into the almost deserted parking lot, Eddie spots an unfamiliar car parked in the far corner.

It’s not unusual to have new visitors to the diner, of course, but at this time of day? It tends to mostly be the same old faces. The regular creatures of habit and routine. He glances towards the windows, yet all the booths appear to be empty.

Eddie frowns, lines in his brow deepening when he cranes his neck to find no customers sat at the counter, either. His eyes scan for you, his Sugar, but nowhere does he find you.

Giving his hands another quick wipe on the thighs of his jeans, he tugs out an old bandana from the glove compartment to remove a stubborn grease spot before quickly hopping out of the van. The gravel of the parking lot crunches loudly under foot as Eddie approaches the diner, his stomach grumbling in angry protest at having not eaten for hours.

Reaching the door, he pauses, hand rubbing anxiously along the day old stubble of his skin at the way there’s absolutely no sign of anyone inside the building at all.

Something feels off.

Eddie slowly pushes the door open and steps inside, the dainty jingle of a bell overhead immediately drowned out by a loud, metallic crash followed by pained yelping coming from the direction of the kitchen.

He barely has time to register the male voice cursing in anger before he sees a guy stumble backwards and into view. There’s a flash of red across his cheek, unmistakably the mark of claret.

Eddie’s heart pumps harder in his chest, adrenaline levels spiking. He’s close enough to the door to hightail it back to his van and away from whatever the hell is going down between the cook in the kitchen and some random dude he’s never seen before. He wants no part in a fight that isn’t his.

But then he hears it.

Hears you.

“Get out, Aiden!”

Eddie’s head starts spinning with a dozen dizzying thoughts: Who is this man? How do you know him? Has he hurt you? Have you called the cops? Do you need help? Would you want his help?

Hearing his pulse thumping between his ears, he watches in slo-motion as rage flashes across the guy’s face, sees the random dude’s fingers begin to clench one by one into a fist as you appear in the doorway of the kitchen, eyes wild like a cornered animal.

In the blink of an eye, Eddie is back in the present and has zero hesitation in stepping towards the commotion, clearing his throat loudly in a very unsubtle ‘I-really-wouldn’t-do-that-if-I-were-you’ way.

Your head snaps up to look at him, and he spots the exact moment relief floods your body - your shoulders visibly relaxing, eyes softening as they lock with his. A physical response to his presence, so touching that it almost takes his breath away.

Eddie nods at you pointedly, eyebrows raised.

“You good?”

“She’s fine” Aiden spits, holding his sleeve to the slowly oozing blood on his cheek as he glares at you, nostrils flaring.

“I wasn’t talking to you.”

“I’m the one who was just assaulted!”

Eddie remains calm and composed, moving himself to stand between you and your disgusting ex-boyfriend. You have never been more grateful to have your view obscured by a pair of leather clad shoulders. Strong looking shoulders, you notice.

His hands fold over his chest, head tilting ever so slightly to the left as he narrows his eyes, stance unwavering. He speaks slowly, as if talking to someone a little hard of hearing.

“Are you deaf, asshole? I said I wasn’t talking to you. Now, I don’t know what happened to your face - but what I’m reading from this situation is that you are really not welcome.”

Aiden straightens up, chin jutting forward in challenge although Eddie has a good inch on him.

“You have no idea who I am, do you?” He rages.

“Absolutely none” Eddie answers flatly “Nor do I care, but I do know a certain police chief pretty well who probably does. Bet he’d be real interested in catching up - you wanna hang around until he gets here?”

Aiden curls his lip, finally seeming to realise his aggression will get him absolutely nowhere with Eddie - other than back behind bars - and begins to walk slowly backwards towards the exit. He’s sure to stare at you the whole way, leaving no doubt in your mind that he’s absolutely not finished with whatever he started.

•••

Sunny doesn’t say much after Aiden leaves, other than to awkwardly ask if you’re sure you’re okay - which of course you insist you are, even though your legs feel like they’re going to give way the second your ex is out of sight.

You wave him in the direction of his usual stool with a well practiced smile, and politely instruct him to take a seat, that you’ll be right there - then promptly force your trembling legs to take the few steps back into the kitchen, sliding to the floor, and sobbing silently into your apron. Your palms press so hard into your eyeballs to stop your tears from falling, you wonder if your sight will be compromised when you try to open them again.

Taking a few steadying breaths, you tell yourself to pull it together, just like you used to do all that time ago. Shake it off, you got this. Smoothing a finger under each bottom eyelid to ensure no damp mascara smudges, you quickly wash your hands and begin making Sunny’s order.

Carrying out his eggs and bacon in one hand, pancakes in the other, you’re infinitely glad you’ve already placed the plate down in front of him as he looks up at you. Big, brown eyes are wide with surprise, and you can feel yourself falling head first into those chocolatey pools like Alice down the rabbit hole if you’re not careful.

“Wow” he whispers “Didn’t even have to open my mouth to order”

“Oh…” your smile falters as you kick yourself for assuming he still wanted his usual “I’m so sorry, I should have asked_”

Eddie quickly waves a hand to reassure you, smiling at you earnestly as he shovels a forkful into his mouth

“It was a joke, I swear.”

You release the breath you were holding, nodding while you reach for the coffee cups behind you. Filling his mug to the brim, you slide it forward towards Sunny’s waiting hand. He’s not paying full attention, so his fingers close around yours while they’re still holding the ceramic.

A shock of electricity from his touch shoots up your arm with force. It’s like you’ve stuck your finger into a live socket - the way you fly backwards from the counter would be comical if it weren’t for the fact you take the coffee cup with you, spilling a black river of hot liquid in its wake.

“Shit!” you yell, grabbing for a stack of napkins to stem the spreading flow. It takes a second for you to realise you’re crying, and once you’re aware the dam has burst, there’s no stopping them.

“Hey…” Sunny’s voice soothes “…are you- are you alright? Did you burn yourself?”

“No, I…I don’t know why I’m crying, I’m so sorry. I just - I didn’t mean to spill your coffee, and I’m sorry for saying ‘shit’, and I’m really damn sorry you walked into the middle of everything earlier - please don’t tell my boss__”

His warm hands place themselves over your shaking ones, a blanket of calm in the storm of your upset, stopping your outburst in its tracks. He squeezes gently just once before releasing you.

“You have nothing to be sorry for” He shakes his head in disbelief “you got that?”

You nod wordlessly and take a shuddering breath, not quite sure how else to react to his wildly unexpected affectionate gesture.

“Let me get you another drink” You murmur, turning your back so you can swipe furiously at the half dried tears staining your cheeks.

Eddie wants to make it better more than anything he’s wanted in a long time, he wants you to know that he’d give anything to never see tears fall from your eyes again. He doesn’t even know your real name, but he already knows he’d do anything for you.

You turn back, gently placing a fresh cup of coffee next to him.

“Sugar?” You ask automatically.

There’s a pause while you wait for him to wave his hand, his usual signal for your exchange to end.

“No thanks,” He looks up from under his fringe “I’m sweet enough as it is.”

Laughter erupts suddenly from your chest, full and hearty. It’s music to his ears.

The irony of his words is not lost on either of you, and his deep chuckle mixes in the air with yours, creating a melody that makes you both giddy.

•••

You still ask him every day if wants sugar, except now he doesn’t wave you away wordlessly, now he gives you the same silly answer because it means seeing your heart-stopping smile for those few seconds before you turn back to the cash register.

He revels in the dainty curve of your lips and the giggle that trickles from them no matter how many times you’ve heard his comeback.

Eddie feels waves of affection roll over inside his chest, crashing down on the shore of his guarded heart.

•••

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peaceteaa11 · 9 months

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My Rockstar

Part Six of My Rockstar

Pairing: Eddie Munson x OC (Orignal Character)

Ratings: clean clean clean

Warnings: angst angst angst! Drinking, Throwing up. let me know if I miss anything!

Summary: Eddie introduces Indiana to the behind the scenes life of Jagged Heart, however, she doesn't quite know if this life is meant for her.

A/N: This took me forever because if I'm honest with y'all I hit a blockage and then got super lazy but it is here because I love this fic. I will write it till the day I die. NOT PROOFREAD.

Word Count: not sure atm

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As Eddie and I walked towards the backstage area again he grabs my side and pulls me in. Unfortunately, he rubs my ribs which is where the guy in the pit had hit me so I whimper a bit and immediately he stops in the middle of the hall.

Just far enough away from the crowd for no one to hear but just close enough to where I had no trouble hearing their shouts.

“Woah. You okay?” Eddie scans me and I nod quickly.

“Oh yea. The pit got a bit rough is all.” I shrug but his eyes grow with worry.

“What?!” He whines and begins trying to lift my shirt to see. I glance to the crowd and blush.

“Eddie. We’re in public.” I whisper and he glances to the crowd too. He smiles at them then looks back to me.

“How hard were you hit?” He mumbles as let’s my shirt fall back down around me. I pull my jeans up a bit and fit my clothes before sighing.

“Not hard. Really. I’m fine. He bought me a drink to make up for it.” I smile but Eddie squints.

“He?” Eddie crossed his arms over his chest and glares suspiciously. I laugh at his expression which causing him to whine a bit. “Baby!” He huffs.

“Yea. Just some guy. Are you jealous?” I lean into his chest despite his arms blocking me and smirk up at him.

Eddie blushes and shakes his head. “Of some random who hit you in order to buy you a drink as some lame form of apology? No.” He stares down at me and I can’t help but laugh at his seriousness.

“Good because I love you. Not him. Though I’m sure he didn’t hit me on purpose.”

“Debatable.” Eddie huffs.

“That I love you or that he hit me purposefully?” I giggle.

“The ladder.” Eddie smiles down at me and starts to lean in for a kiss. I glance over to the still bustling crowd trying to push past security.

“Am I allowed to kiss you in public?” I whisper and Eddie halts.

“What?” He tilts his head and places both hands on my hips pulling me against him.

“I don’t know. I just… are we supposed to be a secret?” I bite my bottom lip nervously and Eddie smirks.

“No baby… you can kiss me whenever you’d like.” He leans down into me and the crowd erupts into all sorts of noises making me jump. Eddie glances their way and sighs. “They scare ya?”

“Just shocked me.” I giggle and Eddie nudges his nose against mine. Begging me to kiss him.

“My love, please.” His eyes flutter closed and I waste no time pressing my lips to his. As we kiss in the hall the crowd only grows in volume.

When we break apart Eddie looks over to them and smiles again. “Sexy isn’t she?!” He shouts to them and I quickly shove him.

“Eddie!” I blush deeply and grab his hand trying to drag him away. He chuckles and quickly starts to lead the way again.

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Once at the after party which was at a fancy restaurant, closed for the night. I can’t help but feel out of place. Once again Eddie had been ripped from me as soon as we got there. Understandable but no less frustrating or isolating.

I find myself standing by the bar swirling a straw around my drink absentmindedly. I sigh and watch the party. People laughing, drinking, making out in dark corners. I look around for a phone wondering if I can call Dustin.

As I look a man settles beside me at the bar.

“Hi.” He hums. I look over to him and smile politely.

“Hi.”

“You have a beautiful smile.” His words don’t fail to make me blush.

“Oh! Um, thank you.” I quickly flick my eyes around the party until I see Eddie and his backstage manager with a few other people. I watch as her hand find Eddie’s arm and quickly intertwines her arm with his.

My nose scrunches up and the man speaks up again.

“Crushing on Eddie?” He chuckles. I look over to him and get ready to tell him who I am but he cuts in again. “Don’t get your hopes up. My sister has had her fangs in him for sometime now.” He rolls his eyes and I find my brows scrunching.

“They… the two of them? I-“

“Oh yea. They were somewhat of an item for a few months.” He sips his drink casually which is when I realize he must be quite intoxicated to be telling me, a random stranger, all of this.

“Months?” My heart sinks as I look at them again. Her nails running up and down his back and he chuckles at something someone said.

Oh god. I’m gonna be sick.

Why did no one tell me that the super gorgeous model manager was shagging my boyfriend in the past. And from the looks of it wanting to continue said shagging.

“Yea. Like bunnies!” He slurs a bit and I feel queasy. How lovely.

He suddenly tries to stand from his seat next to me and stumbles. I go to catch him and he nearly tips me over.

I squeal a bit when his drink spills down the front of my shirt. Go figure.

“Are you okay?!” I question and he hums.

“I’m gonna throw up.” He huffs and his breath hits my face.

“Oh god. I know the feeling.” I gag. I try to prop him up in his seat again but fail. He’s quite bigger than I am. “Please don’t throw up on me. That’s not a good look… for either of us.” I keep trying to holding him up but he gets heavier by the minute. “You’re the bands manager right? One of them at least?” I whisper and he gasps.

“How do you know that? You psychic?” He stares down at me and I shake my head.

“No.” I giggle.

“I don’t feel so good.”

“Please don’t throw up.” As I say this his body weight seems to double as his legs start to give out. I groan trying to keep him up.

This can’t look good if the manager of the band is blackout drunk. Suddenly I hear my name.

“Indie?” Sailor says as he grabs my shoulder. I glance at him and smile widely.

“Thank god! I’ve never been happier to see your gorgeous face!” I laugh. “Help me get him to the bathroom.”

“Oh god! Is that Luke?” He whispers and sets his drink down at the bar.

“Is Luke your manager?” Sailor nods at my question. “Then yes this is Luke.”

“Shit.”

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Sailor and I get Luke to the bathroom just in time for him to rush to a toilet and puke his guts out.

“Oh shit. Not again Luke!” Sailor groans.

“Happens often?” I question.

“Yes. More than I’d like to admit. He’s a great manager, great guy, but a drunk.” Sailor turns to look at me and frowns. “Are you okay? He was leaning on ya pretty heavy.”

“Oh I’m fine. Im just glad he didn’t puke in front of all those people like he wanted to.” I giggle and sailor can’t help but join.

We stand there in a comfortable silence for a minute before I decide to take a chance. “So…” sailor looks over to me and raise a brow. “Eddie and your backstage manager?” I force a false smile.

Sailors face drops. His eyes widen and then shift to Luke. “Damnit. He told you didn’t he?” Sailor bite his lip and I nod. “How much did he-“

“I believe he said for months like bunnies.” I sigh and push my hair out of my face. Sailor frowns and nods.

“Fuck.” He stares at me obviously trying to gauge my reaction to all of this. “Fuck.” He repeats.

“I mean. It’s not all on Luke. I would’ve caught on with how she grabs him and caresses his back Sailor.” I cross my arms over my chest and he sighs to himself.

He rubs his hands over his face and shakes his head. “This isn’t happening.”

“We’re they official?”

“I… maybe you should talk to Eddie about that…”

“Mmm okay. I’ve got one you can answer.” I stare Sailor down causing him to shrink before me. “Why does it seem like all of you agreed to keep it from me?” I tilt my head and Sailors eyes widen. “Are you kidding me?!” I groan.

“Indie…”

“You all were going to keep it from me? And what? When I started to catch on and ask questions were you all just gonna let me feel crazy?”

“I-“

“Nope. Save it.” I put my hand up and Sailor goes quiet. We stand there together in silence for at least five minutes. Sailor opening and closing his mouth trying to think of something to say.

Finally Luke sits up from the toilet and turns to face us. He glances between us and frowns.

“I feel better…” he mumbles to himself mostly.

“Great. Good luck Sailor.” I huff and storm out before he can stop me.

Once out in the party again I realize how alone I am. I left home. I agreed to travel the country with these men without really knowing what they are capable of. Without realizing their loyalty is with Eddie one hundred percent.

So here I am. Soaked in alcohol. Lied to. Alone. No friends to confide in.

I look around to see Eddie still with Luke’s sister. With her still wrapped around him.

“Oh fuck this.” I huff and quickly make my way to the exit. Once past security I dash towards the doors.

Outside I expect to be hit with silence and peace but instead camera flashes go off all around me.

“Are you a friend of the band?”

“Who are you?”

“Are you…”

Oh god. Will this night never end. I sigh and squint as mics are shoved in my face. I force a small smile and hold back tears of frustration and confusion in my eyes.

“I’m nobody. I don’t even know the band.” I smile politely. “Sorry. I’m just a plus one. Nothing exciting!” I giggle and everyone pulls their mics back. They apologize and I push past them out into the night.

Finally.

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After a few minutes outside I find myself crying on a curb. I miss my friends. I miss home.

I push my hair from my face and watch as the paparazzi hover around the door. Waiting for someone to leave.

I turn my face to the sky and sigh. Maybe I’m just not meant for this. Day ten, first show, and I’m already overwhelmed and finding out that the whole band, including my boyfriend, are keeping things from me.

I hear someone sit down beside me and quickly look over. A young women with a camera and a mic is smiling softly at me.

“Hi.” I smile and wipe my face quickly.

“Hi.” She grins. “Why are you out here when you were invited in there?”

“Honestly?” I laugh humorlessly. And she nods. “It’s lonely in there. I miss my friends.” I sniffle and she nods again.

“Who are you here with if not a friend?” She asks softly and I squint at her a bit. “Off the record.” She jokes causing both of us to laugh.

“My boyfriend. Except he’s hanging out with his ex right now. Though. I just learned she was his ex about fifteen minutes ago.” I roll my eyes and she hisses.

“You’re kidding.”

“I wish.”

There is a brief silence before she speaks up again.

“Ya know what. You should get back in there. Have fun despite the sucky atmosphere. Prove to everyone in there you’re the life of the party.” She huffs and I giggle.

“I’ve never really been the life of any party.” I smile and she rolls her eyes.

“I doubt that. Just consider it.” She hums before glancing back to the crowd. “Okay. I should get back to work.”

“Right.” I smile as she stands up again. “Um… why did you come over here?” I question as I stare up at her from the curb.

“Honestly… I couldn’t stand to watch you cry. It was… heartbreaking really. No one should cry alone like this.” She smiles a sad sort of smile before walking back to the crowd of cameras.

I sigh and look up at the stars once more.

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As I politely push my way back inside and get past security the party is still in full swing. My eyes almost immediately lock with Sailor who is standing with Gates, Taylor and Devin. All of them chatting with worried expression.

Sailor nods to me and they all look over. Eyes wide and filled with emotions. I look around to now see Eddie and Luke’s sister alone chatting in a darker corner of the room.

I roll my eyes and head for the bar. I shoot down a shot still feeling the boys’ eyes on me before I head to the dj in the corner as he sifts through record.

Time to pull out my usual Hawkins hideout tricks. I pull my shirt down a bit and rustle my hair up a bit. I lean over his table and whisper in his ear.

As I lean back I glance over to the boys. Their eyes curious and still glued to me. I look around the party. To be honest it isn’t that different from the hideout on a Saturday night.

Chrissy and I always dance at the hideout on Saturdays. So there is no reason I can’t dance now. I smile as the dj puts a new record on for me and smirks at me. Clearly glancing down at my cleavage peaking out of my top.

I grin at him as Yankee Rose by David Lee Roth start blaring through the speakers. I giggle to myself. And to think all I asked was for him to play a song that he thought encapsulated me.

I quickly make my way to where lots of people are dancing. I wink at the dj as I start to move my hips to the beat. I whip my hair as I spin around and giggle to myself.

Even as I dance I feel the boys’ eyes burning into me. As the music slows in the song the dj quickly comes on through the speakers and smirks. He points to me and smirks. “And that was a special song for the pretty lady in the middle of the floor. And because she’s so beautiful here’s another one just for you.” He winks as Rock You Like A Hurricane begins.

I giggle and I start to dance again. Everyone on the floor joining me in jumping and singing the song with a few hips swings every now and then. Before I know it a girl near me grabs my hips and starts moving with me. We both giggle and I can feel the alcohol lowering my good judgment.

As the song ends I look over to the boys again to see Eddie with them. All of them chatting. Sailor is talking and then suddenly all eyes are on me as another song starts up. The same girl spins me around and continues to dance with me.

For the whole next song I can feel Eddie’s eyes on me. It’s different than the boys’, it stings more. It pricks my skin. It’s intoxicating. And at this moment. I hate it.

After the song I break away and walk towards the bar to get some water. As I sit down I feel the air around me shift. I swivel in my chair to find the whole band behind me. Eddie in the forefront. All with apologetic faces and eyes.

I thank the bartender for the water and sigh before taking a sip. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” I lift my brows at them and Eddie’s frowns.

“I’m sorry.”

“Okay.” I shrug.

“Indie… we are all sorry. I… I didn’t want to make anything tense for you.”

“Well now look at us.”

Eddie’s face drops at my words and I feel my stomach drop as well.

“Okay… I deserved that.” He meets my gaze and his face turns a sort of serious I rarely see in him. “There is nothing going on between me and Stella. She’s just a friend and manager now.”

“Looks like it.” I grin sarcastically and Eddie sighs.

“Indie…” he reaches for me but I lean back against the bar. He halts and nods. “I really am sorry. We all are.”

There is a silence between us all and I nod. “Are you actually or are you just sorry y’all got caught?” I cross my arms and they all look down to the ground. I almost feel bad for them. “I’m done for the night so I think I’m gonna get out back to the bus.” I sigh and quickly set my water down.

“I’ll come with-“

“Alone.” I huff and push past them all.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Once out of my alcohol and sweat soaked clothes I feel my body relax. I quickly change into Eddie old hellfire shirt and shorts. I wipe my makeup off and flop onto the bed.

I lay there for what feels like a few minutes but must be at least an hour. I hear the bus door open and the boys mumbling as they climb on in.

Even their mumbles seem sad and sorry.

I open the bedroom door and walk out to find them all at the table. They all look up when they see me but stay silent. I grab a cup and pour myself some tea and turn to face them. I lean against the counter while they all look up at me as if they are shamed.

I sigh and meet their separate gazes. Ending with Eddie who looks to be in physical pain.

“I’m not mad.” I shift a bit and grin. “Well. Not anymore.” They all perk up a bit and I sigh. “I’m just hurt. And I don’t trust any of you anymore.” It’s almost as if this crushes them more than if I was just mad. “With that being said. You all have another show tomorrow. There is leftover pasta in the fridge if you’re hungry.”

They all share confused glances.

“I’m going to bed. Goodnight.” I down my tea and head back to the bedroom. I can hear whispers and feet padding after me. I don’t even bother closing the door.

When I hear it click I turn to see Eddie standing there. He frowns at me and I sigh.

“Can we talk about this?” He frowns and I shake my head as I crawl into bed.

“I think it’s best we just get some sleep.”

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And we did, or at least we tried to sleep. Both of us tossed and turned all night long. I couldn't stop thinking through the events of the night. Most important of all, I couldn't stop seeing Stella's hands all over Eddie... knowing the two of them were... together. Maybe not as a couple but at least in some capacity... she was someone who made him feel wanted.

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@tiannasfanfic Okay but now I have such a desire to write a part two to this just so that we can see Petty Eddie!!! Ugh this is so good! He would be so unbelievably petty!

Little Green Dress

Oneshot - Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader (Y/N)

Ratings: Mostly clean, suggestive comments and actions throughout.

Warnings: Bullying, strong language, harassment, sadness and self doubt. Let me know if I missed something.

Summary: You are nervous, but for a good reason. Hanging out with Eddie's friends is scary considering how different you look from them all. Not to mention they don't seem to like you all that much, hopefully you can change their minds this time. Of course now there is a new factor involved... Eddie's Ex will be in attendance tonight.

A/N: I wrote this at 3am because sleep will not stop me from thinking about our beloved Eddie. Here is a quick oneshot while I work on finishing up Love Luna and My Rockstar. NOT PROOFREAD

Word Count: not sure atm

***Go check out my other Eddie fics! Eddie Munson Masterlist***

You are perfect just the way you are.

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You couldn’t help but be nervous to be hanging out with Eddie’s friend group again. They all were very intimating even when they didn’t mean to be. You stuck out like a sore thumb when you hung out with them. Dressed in floral patterns, flowy sundresses, and pastels all the time whereas they all dressed like Eddie. Leather, metal, and ripped up jeans. Of course they all looked good doing it too.

You felt their judgements the first time you met them. Why would Eddie pick you of all people to date. You two looked like something out of a romcom that Steve would force you to watch when y’all were younger. Your brother was always the more sensitive one even though you looked to be the obvious answer.

You look on the mirror. Your green sundress flowing around your thighs as you twist and twirl. You love this dress but you question if it’s right for a night out with Eddie and his friends. But the outfit struggle wasn’t even the worst part of this all.

Eddie’s ex was tagging along tonight as well. Her name is Gemma. You haven’t met her before but Eddie promises she’s sweet but that doesn’t stop the worrying and honestly… jealousy from building up in your stomach. Gareth invited her.

You got the feeling that Gareth didn’t like you that much the last time you saw him. He was standoffish and a bit mean. You tried to smile through it for Eddie but honestly you couldn’t understand what you were doing wrong. Tonight you hoped you could break through to him and become friendly at least but him inviting Eddie’s ex girlfriend makes you think he’s not up for that.

Eddie was a bit peeved when he found out Gareth invited her but you could tell it was only because he saw the look on your face when he told you. Your face turned pale and you looked as if you were going to have a panic attack. Eddie assured you there was nothing to worry about.

But as you stare yourself down in the mirror holding up another dress to your body you felt yourself beginning to do just that. Panic. What if she was still in love with Eddie. He was the one who broke up with her after all. He wasn’t too specific as to why but still.

Your eyes flash between the green dress you have on and the blue dress in your hand. Light blue with a shimmer to it when it moved. You decide to change.

Once in the blue dress you smile. The soft shimmer maybe you feel more elegant than before. It was nice. God. You looked in the mirror again. All ready to go. Makeup done. Hair done, curls bouncing against your shoulders. Dress done. You grab a pair of heeled sandals and you sigh.

Here goes nothing.

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When Eddie pulls up to your house and hops out of his van you rush out the front door. You close the door behind you and just as it latches and you smile at Eddie your brothers voice scares you.

“You sure this is a good idea?” Steve’s voice is laced with worry. You turn to see him sitting on the banister to the porch drinking a soda.

“It’ll be fine.” You smile at him. You had made the mistake of confiding too much in your brother many times and this was one of those times.

“Call me if you need me.” He hums softly. You nod in response and skip down the stairs to your boyfriend who has opened the passenger side door for you.

Eddie had in ripped black jeans, his regular white Reeboks, and a loose fitting Dio shirt on. His shirt is worn and light under his black leather jacket and usual denim vest. His patches growing in number everyday it seems.

“Hi baby bat.” He smiles as he pulls you into a hug.

“Hi.” You giggle. You pull back and Eddie whistles lowly.

“Have I ever mentioned I love this dress.” He scans your figure and lets his hand slide down to your hips.

“Eddie. I’ve only worn this dress once before.” You giggle and he squeezes your hips.

“Yes. And I fell in love with it.” He hums and leans in to kiss you until your brother shouts.

“No!” Steve growls and Eddie glances over your shoulder to see you brother, hands on his hips, glaring at the two do you.

“Steve!” You shout turning around to look at him with wide eyes.

Eddie leans down into you and smiles against your ear. “Maybe we should get going. I want a kiss.” He whispers softly. You giggle and nod.

“You keep her safe Munson!” Steve shouts as Eddie helps you into the van and shuts the door.

“Don’t I always?” He smirks and hops in the van himself.

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When the two of you pull up to the Hideout Eddie immediately throws the car in park and grabs your hand.

“Finally.” He chuckles and tugs you closer across the center console. You giggle as he presses his lips to yours and smiles into the kiss.

When you pull apart Eddie hums and shakes his head slightly. He licks his lips and grins. “Ready?”

You nod despite the fact that you are so not ready. You look down at your pastel blue shimmering dress and for some reason regret it. This group of people really knew how to make you rethink everything at least ten times over.

Eddie rounds the van and helps you out. The two of you start to walk and you quickly grab onto the sleeve of his leather jacket for comfort. He chuckles and pulls you into his side. He looks down at you and smiles his stunningly sweet smile as always.

“Don’t be nervous.” He kisses your temple and leads the way in. God. That’s easier said than done when you looked like a pastry compared to him. “Oh there they are!” He shifts his arm from around you and quickly grabs your hand instead.

The bar is rather packed tonight considering the fact that it’s a Saturday. The busiest day for the hideout.

You bite you lip as Eddie leads you up to his friends. Gareth stands there with Jeff, both laughing. Jeff seemed to be the nicer of the two. The only one who seemed to like you last time. Dawn and Crystal both frown when they see you but quickly smile when their eyes fall on Eddie.

“Eddie is here!” Dawn smiles brightly. Gareth looks up and you can see him sigh. Jeff is the only one who smiles at you. He grins and gives you a smile wave to which you eagerly return.

Once in front of all of them you can’t help but slink into Eddie’s side. Gareth swigs his beer while rolling his eyes and Jeff quickly elbows him.

“Hey guys.” Eddie moves from you and you find yourself standing awkwardly hands at your side. Eddie hugs the girls and before fist bumping the guys. He moves to stand back at your side to which you welcome. You wraps his arm around your shoulder and you take this moment to hide from Dawns bright blue eyes.

“Cute dress.” She hums. Nodding to you slightly. Her comment makes Gareth chuckle and you can’t help but feel like you’re the butt of a joke here.

“Thanks.” You say softly.

“Gemma should be here soon.” Gareth grins widely at Eddie and wiggles his brows. You almost wonder if your missing something. Jeff rolls his eyes and looks at you with a sad smile.

“Cool.” Eddie hums.

“Speak of the devil and she shall appear.” Crystal smirks looking over your shoulder. You and Eddie turn to look and your eyes nearly drop from your skull.

In front of you is a tall girl with a bright smile walking towards you guys. Her long black hair is straight and falls smoothly over her shoulders. Her top is a tight green tank top with rips all about and she’s wearing a tight little black leather skirt to go with. When you finally get to her shoes you see tall black strappy heels.

She looks like a model. A rockstar’s girlfriend.

When she finally reaches you she immediately holds out her arms and smiles.

“Hi Eds.” She hums and wraps her arms around him causing him to let you go and quickly wrap his around around her waist. They squeeze each other tightly and when she pulls back you don’t miss her glancing at his lips.

You feel like vomiting. You feel so small and insignificant around her. Not only was she tall and gorgeous, her and Eddie looked like the picture perfect metal couple.

Her eyes shift to you and she grins. “Cute dress.” She hums and extends her hand. “I’m Gemma. You must be?”

You freeze when her hand touches yours. She has the smoothest skin. “Y/n.” You squeak.

“Cute.” She hums again. She then passes you and begins to hug the others.

Soon enough all of you are standing in a circle chatting. Well they are all chatting. You are standing quietly beside Eddie gripping his jacket sleeve.

When Gemma laughs it’s angelic you think to yourself as you watch Eddie watch her.

“So Eds.” Gemma smirks at him. “How have you been. Babe.” She punctuates the last word and you quickly look away from the two of them. You glance around the bar behind you before looking back, eyes landing on Jeff who is watching you. You smile softly and he returns the favor before taking another swig of beer.

“I’ve been good. What about you?” He smiles at her and you feel your stomach turn. This was a bad idea. Your brother was right. You should’ve just stayed home and watched shitty romance movies with him. You would much rather wonder how Eddie was acting around his ex rather than see it in full swing.

“Lonely. I’ve missed seeing you…” her eyes flick to you and then back to Eddie. “All of you of course.”

“You should come around more often.” Gareth cuts in quickly.

“I think I might just.” Gemma hums. As she twirls her hair around her finger.

“We’d all love that!” Dawn grins brightly.

“Yea!” Crystal giggles and spits her drink.

“How about you Eds, babe.” Gemma smirks at him and her eyes narrow. She points at him with her long sharp nail. “Do you miss having me around.”

You can’t help but glance down at you nails. Short and honestly a bit dirty from gardening earlier. You garden when you have to much on your mind and honestly. You wish you were gardening now.

“Sure I do Gem.” Eddie’s voice is gentle and sweet with her. And you don’t miss the nickname. God you feel sickly and invisible.

“Y/n.” Jeff says softly to get your attention. You look at him, ripping your eyes away from Eddie and Gemma. As they stare at each other, standing directly across from one another.

“Hm?” Jeff, who stands across from you smiles as you hum in response.

“You okay? You look… pale.” Jeff’s words seem to catch Eddie’s attention as you looks down at you for the first time in a while.

“Baby? You okay?” He hums and places his hand on your cheek.

You nod. “I’m good. Just thirsty I think. I’ll go get myself a drink.”

“I’ll come with you.” He hums.

“Get me my usual won’t you Eds?” Gemma smiles at him, batting her eyes. You felt a bit angry at this but more than anything. You felt sick.

“Sure Gem.”

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You and Eddie wait at the bar for the drinks as you watch the hideout patrons busy dancing and laughing. From here you can’t see Eddie’s friends and honestly. It sends a wave of relief over you.

“Baby.” Eddie’s voice breaks you from your staring. You look up at him and he smiles at you. “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”

“I don’t think your friends like me very much.” You force a small laugh but Eddie’s face shifts from smiley to serious.

“Sure they do. What’s not to like about you.” He grabs your face with both his hands and presses his lips firmly to yours. You melt into him a bit until he pulls back. “You just gotta jump in okay? Speak up and they’ll love you! Just like I do.” You raise your brow at this and he chuckles. “Okay maybe not just like I do.” He smirks as his hands slide down your body and quickly find your ass.

He pulls you into his body and hums to himself slightly before meeting your gaze with big brown eyes filled with lust. “If we were alone. I’d wreck you. In this pretty pastel dress.” He smirks causing you to blush deeply.

You shove your face into his chest and shake your head. “Eddie!” You giggle into him and he chuckles back.

“Gimme a kiss.” He says quickly. You pull back without hesitation and lean up onto your tiptoes. He squeezes your ass tightly as your lips meet and then pulls back. “I gotta use the bathroom. Will you take the drinks back to the group?”

“You…” you want to say… ‘you want me to take this back and hangout with your friends alone?!’ But instead you stop yourself and smile. “Okay. Yeah. Sure.”

“Baby bat. Don’t be nervous. You’re too lovable for any of them to hate you.” He quickly kisses your cheek and heads off into the back of the bar.

You grab your water and chug it down before grabbing Eddie and Gemma’s beers which you don’t miss the fact that they are the same. You start to head back over and just as they come into view again a guy accidentally cuts you off. You don’t mind as you try to slip past him while he talks with a friends.

As you try to weave your way back to them you half when you hear Gareth’s voice. “I told you she was freaky.” He chuckles and you hear laughter from several others.

“What is she wearing by the way?” Gemma’s smooth voice breaks through the music.

“Oh! She always dresses like that!” Crystals voice this time.

“She looks like a wannabe Barbie.” Gemma laughs cause the others to join.

“Oh and she is always clinging to Eddie like a lost puppy. It’s annoying!” Gareth slurs his way through the sentence. Then you hear Jeff cut in.

“Hey. She’s just different from us.” He adds in and you feel a bit protected but it doesn’t stop the others.

“I can’t believe Eddie actually likes her. I mean she’s not exactly his type.” Gemma scoffs.

“Yea! When they first started dating I literally laughed in his face I couldn’t believe it. She’s like a child to be honest. Always dressed like a doll.” Gareth jabs. More laughter erupts. You feel the tears pricking your eyes.

“We’ll. It’s still early in the relationship. He has time to change his mind.” Crystal says.

“Yea. To make the right decision.” Dawn giggles.

“I just don’t see what he sees in her.” Gemma says harshly. “I mean. We were much more compatible than whatever the fuck she is. I mean. She’s literally a pint sized, pastel covered nightmare.”

“Well. Eddie was totally flirting with you tonight. I think the old spark was coming back to him.” Crystal giggles like a schoolyard girl.

“Yea. I noticed that. Honestly. Do you guys think if I gave him the option he’d actually choose her. I don’t think so.” Gemma says cockily.

“Honestly. That was my plan. Get you here to knock some sense back into Eddie. Cause there is no way I can handle being around her much longer.” Gareth groans.

“What? Why would you do that?” Jeff asks sharply.

“Because she’s annoying Jeff.”

“She never says anything to us. She’s nothing but nice. I don’t understand y’all. Plus Eddie seems to actually like her why would you wanna ruin that.”

“Oh please Jeff. He only likes her cause Gemma was out of the picture.” Crystal cuts in.

“Ya think? I honestly can’t with how sexy he looks tonight.” Gemma practically moans as she finishes her sentence.

“Bottom line is. Y/n is annoying. And she’s got to go.” Gareth hums casually.

Just then the guy and his friend decide to head to the bar and you are there staring at the group. You blink back your tears as their eyes land on you. Gareth shrinks back when he sees you. His eyes going wide. Jeff frown at you with sad eyes and Gemma and the girls all try to hide their giggles.

You quickly walk over to them and smile but you know it probably looks sad.

“Eddie is in the bathroom but wanted you to get you drink. So here ya go.” You smile at Gemma having to tilt your head up slightly.

Gemma takes the drink from your hand and smiles. “Thanks.” She immediately takes a swig. “You drink as well?” She questions.

You nod but shrug “Yeah but not tonight. This is Eddie’s.” You look down to the floor briefly.

“Mmm so he still gets my usual. How sweet.” Gemma hums. You look up and her eyes are still on you. Everyone’s eyes are on you. The only one who seems nervous that you heard though seems to be Gareth.

“Yeah sweet.” You force a smile. “Actually could you hold this for him. I’m gonna go make a call.” You hand her his drink and she grins like an animal.

“Sure.”

“Who are you calling?” Jeff asks quickly. His eyes scanning you with what seems like worry.

“My brother.” You frown and turn away.

“Awe cute.” Gemma giggles.

As you rush away back towards the bar and phone you hear Gemma laugh loudly. “You think she heard us?”

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“Steve you were right.” You sob into the phone finally letting the tears streak down your cheeks.

“What happened?!” Steve says into the phone and you can heard him grabbing his car keys already. And you are beyond thankful.

“Please just come get me.”

“I’m coming. I’m coming. Stand out front. I’ll be there in five.”

The hideout was ten minutes away but you knew your brother would be here in five just like he said. You hang up the phone and sniffle before pushing your way to the front door.

As you step out into the cool night air and shivered a bit. You rub your hands up and down your arms praying Steve would get there quicker.

Suddenly you feel a hand on your shoulder and you spin around. You half expect to be met with Eddie’s worried brown eyes but instead you are met with a random stranger.

“Whatcha doing out here s’all lone?” The man slurs.

You shrug his hand off your shoulder and step back.

“Waiting on my brother.” You say flatly.

“Why don’t you come back in and let me buy you a drink, pretty thing.” He reaches out for you again but stumble back once more.

“No thanks. Please. Just leave me alone.” You practically beg but it seems to only upset the man.

He grabs you by your shoulders and squeezes you.

“No need to be a bitch.” He spits and you turn your face away from him. “Just come inside with me. Or bet yet my car is over there.”

“No I don’t want to!” You feel you heart beat pick up and you try to yank free but only manage to get away enough for him to grab both of your wrists.

His grip is so tight you know they will be sore if not bruise by tomorrow. “Please let me go.” You practically cry out as he starts to tug you towards his car. You hear a car pull into the lot and you yank yourself back from the man against but he still doesn’t release your wrist.

“Let go of me!” You scream out and you hear a car door slam.

“HEY!” The sound of your brothers voice echoes across the parking lot. You hear gravel beneath his feet and just as he approaches you she the hideout doors open from behind the man and you see Eddie with all his friends behind him.

Eddie’s eyes widen and you can see him start to move into action but your brother beats him to it. Taking a baseball bat to the man’s back.

“Get the fuck away from her.” The man immediately lets you go and you practically fall back into Steve’s arms.

Steve squeezes you into his chest and points the bat at the man who is now sprawled out in the gravel lot.

“You ever touch my sister again and I’ll beat your face in.” Then Steve quickly points the bat at Eddie. “And where were you?! Fucker!” Steve let’s you go and moves towards Eddie whose eyes are fixated on you.

“Baby! Are you okay?” His voice is strained and his face looks as if he is in physical pain.

“She’s good! No thanks to you or your asshole friends. You stay the fuck away from her, Munson.” Steve walks closer to Eddie making him rip his eyes away from you and focus on him.

“Steve I-“

“You stay away from us. Don’t you ever even think-“

“Steve stop!” You shout as you stomp over to him. You rip the bat from his hand and swing it over your shoulder. “Let’s just go.”

“Y/n” Eddie’s voice pleads from behind you. You whip around to meet his eyes but you can help but notice all his friends staring at you too.

You turn back to your brother and shove the bat into his chest. “I just wanna go home.” You huff. Anger about the whole night begins to set in. Steve glares at Eddie and then looks to you.

“You said you would keep her safe.” Steve says simply. “I trusted you.” He huffs and grabs your arms gently and starts leading you to the car that is still on and sitting in the center of the lot.

“Y/n wait please!” You hear Eddie from behind you and it seems like he’s about to follow you until you hear Gemma’s voice.

“Just wait Eds. Let them go.”

And he does. He lets you go.

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You were right about your wrists. They are bruised pretty bad as you slide your garden gloves on.

After you got home Steve demanded to know what happened. After your telling of the night Steve was a little less mad at Eddie and more mad at his friends but he still wouldn’t let go of the fact that he trusted Eddie to keep you safe and he failed.

In your eyes Eddie didn’t fail. You were the one who left. And without telling Eddie. Which Steve scolded you for. But he couldn’t really be mad when you started crying about how mean his friends were and how beautiful Gemma was.

You slide open the back door and begin to step out until you hear Steve walk into the room.

“How you feeling?” He asks.

You turn to face him and sigh. “I miss Eddie.” You admit. Maybe Gareth was right. Maybe you’re annoyingly clingy. Because all you wanted right now was to curl up in Eddie’s lap and stroke his hair. You missed him even though it’s only the next morning.

“Y/n. I’m sorry I snapped last night. I know he wasn’t really… the problem. But… if he shows up here I’m punching him in his nose.” Steve crosses his arms and you giggle. Your brother is protective but there is no way he’s going to punch your boyfriend.

If Eddie even still wants to be your boyfriend. After the scene you caused last night you’re sure his friends have talked him out of it. If anything you’re sure he’ll show up just to break up.

“Okay Steve. Whatever you say.”

“You going to the garden?” He asks softly and you simply nod. “Want some company?”

You shake your head and turn to head outside. “I just wanna be alone right now.”

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About an hour passes of you crying into the soil of your lilies. You can’t help but let the tears roll down your face. Replaying the night over and over again. Wondering if there was something you did to encourage them to talk that way about you. Maybe they were right. You were just a pastel nightmare. An annoying girlfriend. Why would Eddie chose you when someone like Gemma wants him?

You sigh as you weakly pull at a weed. And pull and pull and pull. So weakly it barely moves from the soil. You cry harder.

You look down at yourself. Jeans covered in dirt at the knees. Dirty old shirt hanging loosely around your frame. Your hair in a ponytail. You were a mess. Gemma probably never looked like such a mess. God. There is not a doubt in your mind that Eddie is going to end up choosing her but damn if it doesn’t break your heart.

You sniffle as you tug at the weed once more. Still no movement.

“You’re probably gonna have to pull harder than that, baby.” Eddie’s sweet voice makes you jump. You quickly wipe your puffy eyes with your sleeves and turn to face him. You stay huddled in the dirt on your knees as you look up at him. The sun beating down on his back.

He stands before you in jeans and a loose shirt and smiles down at you until his eyes settle on yours. He frowns deeply. “Baby. How much have you been crying?!” He drops to his knees in front of you and grabs your face causing you to shift and turn your whole body towards him. “Baby.” He coos as he runs his calloused thumbs over your puffy cheeks.

“Sorry.” You sniffle and pull your gloves off to wipe your eyes. As you do Eddie gently grabs your arms and pulls your hands down in front of him.

You watch as his teeth grit and jaw clench while he softly rubs the bruises on your wrists. “Do they hurt?” He says continuing to stare at them.

“No.” You rush to answer. He glances up to you and squints.

“My love.” He says lowly.

“A little.” You frown. And he sighs.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers his voice breaking as he does.

“It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have left without telling you.”

“I should’ve been there.” He huffs as he rubs your wrist again and you see his knuckles all black and blue.

“Eddie what happened?!” You shift and it’s your turn to grab his hands. You frown and look up into his eyes. His brown eyes narrow and he grimaces. “Eddie.”

“Steve only got in one good hit. I did the rest of the work that’s all.” He says this so calmly you almost feel as if you shouldn’t be worried. But you are.

“What?! Why would you do that?!” You stare into his eyes and he chuckles.

“Baby bat. He can’t just do this to you and get away with it. I had to beat his teeth in.”

“Eddie!” You gasp and he smiles at you. “You didn’t hurt him too badly did you?” His grin grows when you say this.

“Only you would be worried about your attacker.” Eddie shakes his head causing his curls to fall around his shoulders.

“I’m not worried about him! I’m worried about you. You could’ve gotten hurt or ended up in jail!” You watch as his face falls and he blushes. “You ended up in jail?!” You groan and he chuckles.

“It was only overnight. Hopper let me go once I told him what happened.”

“Eddie.” You practically whine and before you can say anything Eddie leans in and kisses you softly. You lean into him until you hear him whine a bit. You pull back and stare at him. “You okay?”

“Uh yea… it’s just my nose. Your brother got in a good one.” Eddie’s sentence makes your jaw drop.

“He actually hit you?!” You grab his face and scan it intensely causing his cheeks to squish in a bit.

“Yesh.” He says. His lips puckered and squished. You let go of his face and pull back. “I deserved it. Plus it was only one punch. I don’t think he broke anything.” Eddie shrugs.

“Eds I’m so-“ you stop. Eds. It feels tainted now.

“Hey what just happened?” He grabs your hand and pulls it to his chest. “Where did you just go.”

You shake your head and shrug pulling your hand back. And suddenly you realize your hand is on his knee as well. You pull that back too. You are too clingy.

“Hey hey hey. What’s going on baby bat?” He searches your face as you try to avoid eye contact.

“Nothing. I just… it’s nothing.”

“Look at me.” He says gently. “Please.”

You look up and immediately are met with his gentle brown doe eyes.

“Jeff told me everything that happened. Said you probably heard most of it if not all of it.” Eddie frowns as he grabs you hand once more. He brings it to his lips and gently kisses your knuckles. “No matter what you heard. It’s not true.”

You shake your head a bit. “That’s the thing though. It is.” You go to drop you head but Eddie takes his other hand and grabs your chin.

“It’s not. You are far from a nightmare.” He grabs at your waist now with both hands and pulls you into his lap. He shifts so he is crisscrossed and you are straddling his hips. “You are not annoying. You are not any of the things those assholes said. Besides pint sized.” He jokes and you can’t help but smile.

His thumbs dip under your shirt and rub circles into your hips as he continues to talk.

“And most importantly. I do not want anyone besides you. All the scheming in the world would not make me want to leave you. Gemma is a ghost of the past. And now you can see why I left her there.” He stares into your eyes and continues to rub your skin.

“Oh yes. Her overwhelming beauty, style, and commonality with you. Yes. Makes sense.” You sigh and go to look away but Eddie captures your lips with his. He smiles when you start to kiss him back and then he quickly pulls back. Giving you one more peck before continuing.

“You are everything she is not. You are kind. Caring. Gentle. Beautiful. Loving. And most importantly you are nothing like me.” He grins and you shake your head a bit.

“I wanna be like you.” You frown. And all he can do is chuckle.

“My love, I wanna be like you.” His gentle smile is contagious and your lips tug up into a grin as well.

“She likes you.” You whisper.

“I love you.” He whispers back. Your eyes widen as you stare at him. Searching his face for a joke or hint of one. He stays serious which he doesn’t often do.

“You what?” You quickly place your hands on his shoulders as if to stabilize yourself.

“I love you. Only a few months in and I’m head over heels in love with you my baby bat. I don’t want anyone but you. I go to bed and think of you. I dream of you. Then I wake up and think of you again. My every moment is consumed by thoughts of you and your smile, your laugh, your eyes, your kindness, your everything. I don’t care what any of those fucks think of you or me or us. It’s our relationship. You’re my baby. No one needs to understand us but us. Sure. You’re bubbly and kind and covered in flowers and dirt most of the time while I’m sweaty and standoffish and covered in leather and metal but that’s us. And I love us. I love you. I’m so in love with you it hurts. It hurts to be away from you. It hurts to see you cry. It hurts to know I let you get hurt. I’m so stupidly and happily in love it drives me fucking wild. I just can’t get enough of you ever. I love when you cling to my jacket and hide in my side. I love when you whisper to me when you’re nervous. I love when you-“

You smash your lips into his causing him to lean back a bit. You wrap your hands up in his hair and tug gently as his hands travel up and down your back pulling you in as close as he can get you. You kiss him until you’re both out of breath and his eyes are blown out black circles. When you pull back you stare at him with flushed cheeks and smile.

“I’m in love with you too.” You smile as you nudge your nose against his forgetting momentarily about your brothers punch until Eddie hisses softly. You pull back and grab his face. “Oh! I’m sorry!” You cry out and he chuckles.

“Come back here.” He whines and pulls your face back to his. Foreheads touching and he closes his eyes.

As you sit here all your worries wash away. Eddie loves you. He’s in love with you. That’s all you want. That’s all you need.

Eddie’s hands gently run up and down your back and he hums softly.

“They said I dress like a doll.” You sigh. “Is that true?” You wonder. Not really offended anymore. Not now that you had Eddie wrapped around you. More just curious.

Eddie pulls back gently and scans you. “You aren’t dressed like a doll now.” He points out but you squint. You gasp and point at his face.

“You think I dress like I doll!”

“Not all the time!!” He whines and quickly covers your face in kisses. You giggle until he settle his head on your shoulder. Hiding his face away in your neck. His warm breath fanning your skin sending shivers down your spine.

Suddenly Eddie licks a strip up your neck till he reaches your ear. He nibbles at your ear and sighs softly and you tighten your hands in his hair.

“Besides. I like when you dress like a doll if it means you wear that sexy little dress of yours.” He practically moans in your ear and you can’t help but sigh into him. “In fact I love all your little dresses. Especially that little green number you got.” He gently kisses your neck before nipping at your skin. You let out a soft moan and he grins against your skin.

You both sit there for a moment as Eddie lays soft kisses along your neck.

“Why don’t we go inside and I’ll slip into that green dress.” You whisper shyly and Eddie snaps up. You giggle when he scans your face and smirks.

“Awe. You wanna put it on just for me to take it off again? Hmm.” He leans and pecks your lips softly. “Seems time consuming but I’ll be damned if I don’t wanna see you put it on.”

“Come on. You know your favorite part is taking them off. Im being generous.” You smirk.

“God I love you like this. Let’s go!”

Eddie helps you off his lap and jumps to his feet. He grabs your hand and the two of you stumble over each other to get inside. Wandering past Steve, giggling at each other and rushing up the stairs to your bedroom.

As Eddie basically slams the door shut you pick the green dress up off the floor and disappear into your closet. Quickly you change and when you come back out into the room Eddie is sitting on your bed with a soft smile on his face.

When he sees you his face falls and his eyes widen. "Damnit. Okay." He huffs mostly to himself as he sits up a bit straighter on your bed.

"What?" You giggle as you twirl around in front of him. You can barely finish the turn before Eddie grabs your hips and pulls you closer. Now you stand between his legs and he stares up at you with a shit eating grin plastered across his lips.

"You're too beautiful. I can't think." He groans and throws his head back causing you to laugh loudly.

"I was actually gonna wear this last night but got too nervous." You hum gently as your hands find his chest and gently run up and down his shirt.

He snaps his head up and gapes at you. "Are you kidding me?!" He shakes his head and leans into your stomach for a moment before pulling back to look into your eyes once more. "Actually it's probably good you didn't wear this cause... we would've both been in that bathroom."

His smirk provokes a giggle from you. he grabs your hips and squeezes them before planting a kiss on the side of your ribs.

"Wanna skip to your favorite part? Taking this thing off." You smirk causing his eyes to meet yours and he smirks.

"Fuck yes." He moans out as he quickly moves you both. He tosses you back onto your bed and you giggle up at him as he crawls over you. Running his hand up the side of your thigh. "On Second thought... let's keep it on." He smirks.

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That's all folks. Let me know what you think about this! Hope you all enjoyed the angsty romance.

Peace and Love, Babes.

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peaceteaa11 · 9 months

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Truly

he came, he served cunt, and then he died. rip a legend

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