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whatamesswehavemade · 2 years

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Fuck, I'm So Sorry- Eddie Munson x Reader

Requested: Yes

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female!reader

Requested: Yes

Word count: 1,319

Warnings: swearing, crying, Eddie yelling at you but makes up for it.

100% Fluff

GIF not mine

“Now put your finger here and strum light like this,” Eddie guides your hand from behind you. You’re sitting on your bedroom floor between Eddie’s legs. He brought his guitar over to your place after months of begging him to teach you. He was worried about you damaging his poor guitar, but you promised him he could keep his hands on it at all times to make sure not even a scratch could happen.

You strum, and it makes a way prettier noise than five minutes ago in your first part of the practice. You turn your head and smile at him. He rubs his nose against yours before catching your lips with his. He meant it as a peck, but you got lost in his intoxicating taste. You turn as much as possible in his lap, letting go of the guitar.

It slips from your lap and hits the floor. You both jump, and he reaches around you and grabs it, laughing. “At least we’re not on your bed. That would’ve been a nasty fall.” He slides the guitar back in your lap.

“Sorry, Eds. I got a little carried away there.” You flush, putting your hands back in position on the guitar.

He leans over and kisses your cheek. “It’s fine, babe. Anyways, where were we?”

The next hour, you learn simple strings while the rain splatters against your window.

Lightning flashes over your room, causing you to jump a bit.

“I’ve got you, babe, don’t worry, your pretty little head.” He kisses the back of your head while bringing you impossibly closer.

“Are you talking to me or the guitar?” you laugh.

“Of course, I’m talking to you––” A deep, rumbling thunder cuts him off.

It was close and caused you to yelp and jump while tightening your hold on the neck of the guitar. The sharp jump movement with your hand's opposing force caused the neck to crack. You both hear it, looking down at the neck and seeing the crack, only another hit away from the entire top breaking in half.

“Fuck, Eds! I’m so sorry!” You let go of the guitar to let him grab it. He jumped up with the guitar, inspecting it.

“Fuck, Y/N! I knew this would happen. This is why I didn’t want to teach you. Fuck! I have a show this weekend, and this is gonna cost an arm and leg to fix. Probably my kidney too!”

You’ve never seen him so mad at you. You’ve definitely seen him angry, but it has never been directed towards you. You jump to your feet with your hands out, unsure whether to grab Eddie or the guitar, but you’re frantic. “I’m so sorry, Eddie. I didn’t mean it.”

He puts the guitar in the case, latches it shut, and stands up, walking to your door. “I’ve gotta go see if I can fix it myself or something.”

“Eds, let me help. I’m sorry. I didn’t ––”

“It is what it is, Y/N. I gotta go!” He stormed out of your room, and a few seconds later, you heard your front door slam shut.

You sink to your knees and start crying. You hear his van start over, the loud rain pings hitting your window. You hold yourself, rocking back and forth.

“It was just an accident,” you whisper to yourself.

After a few minutes, when you ran out of tears, you looked over at the clock. It only takes him about 10 minutes to get from your house to his. In the rain and at night, maybe an extra few minutes. He’s been gone for roughly 15 minutes now.

You pull yourself off the ground and go over to the phone by your bed. You dial his number and let it ring. He doesn’t pick up.

You try again. Nothing.

Now you start to worry. What if he didn’t make it home?

He did drive off pretty fast, and he was mad, so now you start to think the worst.

You dial again. And again. Now that it’s your fifth time calling, if he doesn’t pick up this time, you swear you’re going to jump in your car and go check.

“What?” He snaps on the phone.

“Eddie, a-are you OK?” your voice breaks.

He sighs. “Yes, I’m fine. Now stop calling. You’re gonna wake up the neighbors. I’ll talk to you later.” He hangs up.

You start crying again. You roll up into a ball on your bed, ending up crying yourself to sleep.

An hour or two later, you hear tapping on your window. You ignore the taps, thinking it’s the wind or the rain, and rollover. Your head hurts from the sobbing.

The taps continue, getting louder. They became knocks.

You jump up and grab the baseball bat you keep under your bed–– your parents leave you home alone often–– and stalk slowly to your window. Once you get close enough, your hands tightening on the bat, a figure pops up in view. You go to yell but realize it’s Eddie, soaking wet. He lightly smiles at you. You drop the bat and open the window, letting him jump in.

His hands go up defensively. “Damn, were you gonna beat the shit outta me? Well, I know I deserve it.”

“Let me go get you a towel; you’re soaked.” You go to leave the room, but he grabs your wrist and pulls you into his soaking form.

He kisses the top of your head and sways you back and forth. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. It wasn’t even that bad. I have a friend who will help me fix it tomorrow.”

You look up at him and sniffle. “You said you didn’t want to teach me. That you knew that I’d break it. I didn’t mean to….” you trail off, feeling the tears well up.

“Hey, hey, no. I was dumb. I was being an ass. I’m sorry, babe. Fuck, I’m sorry. Please don’t cry,” he shoves his face into your hair, tightening his arms around you.

The two of you stand like this for a while, waiting for you to settle your breathing. You look up at him and give a weak smile. He leans down and rubs his nose against yours. “I obviously love you more than the guitar, princess. You know that, right?”

You lean up on your toes and kiss him lightly, pulling away. “I know now. I love you too, Eds. Now let me get you a towel and a change of clothes because I’m not letting you back out into that storm.”

Once getting a change of clothes from your dad’s closet–– an old shirt and shorts you know he won't miss–– and a few towels, you come back with a confused look on your face. “Eds, you do know my parents aren’t home, right?” you toss the towel at him, going and grabbing new pajamas for yourself.

He starts to change as you have your back to him, slipping on a new top and sleep pants. “Yeah, I know. Why?”

You turn back to him. “You climbed through my window. In the rain. I have a front door, you know.”

He smiles, ruffling the towel through his hair. “I thought it’d be more romantic to scale your house to apologize. What, is there a problem with that?” He throws the towel in your face jokingly.

“You could’ve been struck by lightning. Or fallen. Or now catch a nasty cold since you were in the rain for however long.” You cross your arms over your chest.

“Aw, I love when you care too much, babe. C’mere.” He reaches out and grabs your waist, bringing you in for a kiss. “And when my guitar is all fixed up, I promise I’ll go back to teaching you how to play. Just, probably not during a storm next time.”

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dearstvckyx · 27 days

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redheadspark · 6 months

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Hey may I please get something with Joseph Quinn with stay? i just ... don't want to be alone right now. ❜

And “I know alright I know I’m being an asshole but I’m trying”

A/N - Of course, I would love to write this for Joe! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

Break

Summary - Joe needs a break. You are there to simply give him a break.

Warnings - a hint of angst but mostly fluff

Joseph Quinn was not a grumpy person, not by nature at least.

He was always happy to act and be on set, he loved the craft and was trying to be the best he could be everyday. But of course, like everyone else around him, Joseph was also human. He would put on a brave face most of the time when he would do interviews or promote his movies or plays, but it would be hard for him too. The constant hours on set or in rehearsals, photo shoots and traveling around the world to different Comic Cons, Joe knew he needed a break before he would get into his grumpy nature.

Sure enough, it caught onto him sooner than he thought.

You knew when to give him space when he was needed to decompress or de-stress, being his girlfriend for over a year gave you plenty of time to know and learn from his mannerisms. Most of the time he was fine, Joe knew to let it roll off his shoulders and find something to do to get his mind off of work. But there were a few times when it was too much for him, and you took that as a sign to let him be alone.

This night was one of them. You were working away from a recent order from your boss as Joe was angrily chatting with his agent on the phone in the other room. The last thing you wanted to go was add wind to the flames that were already well lit. You could even hear it in the tone of his voice that this was not a light conversation that was going to be had.

“No…no I already told you that I’m not going to be going back to that Con! It was not all how we agreed to it, and I need a few weeks off! Its been…I’m telling you it’s been a month of constant traveling, and I have a play coming up that I need to prepared for..”

You sighed, looking over at the closed bedroom door where you could hear the conversation going on. The sound in his tone and the bite after every sentence, you could hear and feel the stress radiating out of the room. Of course you wanted to walk into the room, take the phone from him and tell him to take a break, but you also knew that Joe would rather take care of his own stress on his own than to have you be involved in any way. He would brush you off with kindness, simply stating that his worries were his own and that let thing he wanted to go was make him stressed out over him.

Finally, after another five minutes, the bedroom door finally opened and you saw Joe walking back into the living room where you were perched on the couch. Seeing the tiredness on his face, laced with some stress with the bags under his eyes and the tension in his shoulders, it was a rough conversation. You simply closed your laptop as Joe slumped over to sit with you on the couch and rub his temples.

“That sounded fun,” You said in a light tone, though Joe sighed in defeat as you looked over at him with a hint of tenderness.

“It was much needed conversation that was overdue,” he hummed as he leaned back on the couch to look up at the ceiling, “I love my agent to death, but I’ll be worked to death if I don’t slow down,”

“You don’t need to be ass abut it though,” You kindly advised him as he grimaced, “At least your agent’s trying to help you out with these opportunities, and he’s trying his best—“

“I know, alright? I know I’m being an asshole but I’m trying,” Joe grumbled as he took in a long inhale. All you could do was reach over to rub his shoulder, feeling how tense he was with no real signs of slowing down. You could give him so much advice before you knew you had to let him make the choice on his own. You had no clue on what it was like being an actor and what he had to go through on a daily basis, you only saw a glimpse or the glimpse he was willing to show you. The rest was up to Joe.

“Sorry, luv,” Joe hummed as you felt him lean his head on your shoulder, you kissing the top of his head as he went on, “Last thing I want to do is be mad at you when you did nothing,”

“I do nothing because I don’t know how to help,” you reasoned, “If you need space then I can do that for you, Joe. You know that by now,”

“I do,” he replied, hiding a yawn from behind his mouth as you chucked and were about to get up from the couch, “Stay? I just…I don’t want to be alone right now.”

“I was just going to order us some dinner and we can watch something to get your mind off of it,” You explained, Joe grinning as he was looking over at you with his big brown eyes. You had to giggle, flicking his nose to have him laugh as you maneuvered off the couch, “Come on, Joe. Give me five minutes to order!”

Joe mocking sighed in defeat, though his smile was back on his face. Dialing the number from the local Italian restaurant down the street, you already knew the two dishes that you and Joe would get when you needed comfort food. It was the same restaurant where Joe took you on your first date. That small little spot held a spot in both of your hearts, and you knew it was going to help you once again in this time that Joe needed.

After placing your order and going back out to the living room, Joe was flipping through the channels to find the right thing to watch as you plopped down on the couch again, “It’s gonna take about 30 minutes,”

“Perfect,” Joe replied, wrapping you in his arms as you both were snuggling on the couch and watching the reality show that was on the screen. Joe gave you a kiss on the cheek, “Thank you,”

“For what?” You asked.

“For putting up with me when I get like this,” Joe reasoned as you giggled.

“Being a grumpy kitten. Of course, I put up with it, because I love you and you’re cute,” You teased as he poked your side. You knew deep down his grumpy side would never outweigh the happiness and bright light that he had with him. It was just a good reminder for him that he was human, and that sometimes he had the right to vent and have moments of grumpiness and stress. As long as you were there to help him and simply be present, Joe would be okay.

He was always going to be okay. Thanks to you

The End

Grumpy vs. Sunshine Prompt Session

#joseph quinn #joe quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn x oc #joseph quinn x fem!reader smut #writing #fanfiction

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toasttt11 · 5 days

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flirting

December 21, 2022

The Sequin’s were the ones hosting the annual dallas stars team holiday party this year and Livia had came over earlier to help them finish setting up and then she got ready with Kate.

Kate begged Livia to let her straighten her hair and Livia reluctantly agreed as she usually doesn’t care enough and just lets her hair air dry into her natural waves.

Kate put some black eyeliner on Livia’s water line and it really made Livia’s green eyes pop. Kate had picked out an outfit for Livia who agreed and let Kate buy it for her.

Livia put on the pair of leather pants that were oddly comfortable and a really cozy green sweater that was the same colors as her eyes and a pair of black heeled boots.

Livia walked out of the bathroom and saw Kate fully ready in her red plaid dress, Livia did a little spin as Kate gasped and smiled.

“Liv you look beautiful!” Kate didn’t think Livia could get more beautiful but she definitely wrong.

The girls must of taken a bit because by the time the two walked down the stairs quite a few of the players and some of their families were there already.

Wyatt looked up at the stairs and felt his breath catch, Livia was glowing and her eyes were sparking brightly, Wyatt has always loved anything green on Livia as he always says it’s her color especially with the way it makes not only her eyes pop but her freckles too.

Wyatt didn’t get a chance to talk to Livia as the Finn’s stole her before he could.

Wyatt stayed by Ty’s side but his eyes kept staying on Livia and was completely distracted by her.

“Dude.” Ty gave him a shove making Wyatt snap his attention back to Ty.

“What?” Wyatt asked cluelessly.

“Go to Drysy.” Ty titled his head to Livia, he knew he wouldn’t get an actual conversation with Wyatt when Wyatt is to focused on Livia.

Wyatt just nodded not even arguing and saw Livia walking about from the group and Wyatt watched as she walked by the snack table picking up a cookie before walking down the hallway. Wyatt quickly followed and saw her standing outside on the balcony.

He closes the door behind him and the click made Livia quickly turn around.

“Wy.” Livia breathed out smiling at her best friend and the guy she realized she’s been in love with for years.

“Hi Livvy.” Wyatt’s smiled back and walked over to her, he gently brushed back a strand of hair behind her hair, “Did i tell you look absolutely beautiful tonight.” Wyatt looked at her with a smile.

“Just tonight?” Livia gently teased back and leaned into his hand that was still resting on her cheek.

“No.” Wyatt shook his head, “You look absolutely beautiful always.” Wyatt smiled softly gently caressing her cheek.

Livia looked at him and then blinked rapidly realizing something, “Are you flirting with me?” Livia titled her head curiously.

“I have been for years Livvy, thanks for noticing.” Wyatt gently quipped back with a soft smirk.

“Years?” Livia breathed out her eyes widening realizing all those times people told Wyatt liked her they were right.

“You didn’t know?” Wyatt frowned in confusion having figured Livia knew his feelings for her and was just being polite by not saying anything because she did not feel the same.

“No!” Livia quickly spluttered out, She gently grabbed his other hand, “I did not know Wy.” She reassured him not wanting him to think she knew for years and did not ever say anything.

“Oh.” Wyatt breathed out feeling hopeful once more, “Oh.” Wyatt smiled softly.

“Oh?” Livia repeated back.

“So since you know now that i have had feelings for you for years, what are you thinking?” Wyatt whispered to her as he leaned closer to her.

Livia let out a nervous breath and dryly swallowed, “I’m thinking i would really like to kiss my boyfriend?” Livia nervously whispered back hoping she didn’t mess everything up because she was the bold one for once.

Wyatt let out a relieved breath smiling brightly, “Well your boyfriend would really like to kiss you too.” Wyatt gently whispered leaning closer till their noses gently brushed against together and when he saw her nod he gently pressed his lips finally to hers.

Wyatt practically melted as he finally kissed her and cupped the back of her head pulling her closer to him.

They could feel each other’s wide smiles against each other’s lips as they tried to kiss longer but both pulled away giggling happily.

“You’re my girlfriend.” Wyatt whispered in disbelief and awe that he was finally getting his girl.

Livia giggled nodding and she was smiling so wide her nose was all scrunched and Wyatt couldn’t help but lean back down pressing a long kiss to her lips.

“Oh!” Jake blinked in shock as Jason and him walked onto the balcony and saw the two younger ones kissing each other.

Wyatt and Livia both pulled apart and Livia quickly hid her face in Wyatt’s chest.

“Damn it Roope won the bet.” Jason cursed shaking his head.

“What bet?” Wyatt narrowed his eyes at the two.

“Uhhhh the bet when you two finally get together.” Jake awkwardly told them, getting two dark glares from both of sunshine’s of the team.

The team had made a bet months ago and almost every single player had picked a timeframe when they would get together and of course Roope won.

Wyatt wrapped an arm around her waist and gently guided her off the balcony past the other two as they headed back to the living room seeing everyone was sitting around the couches together.

“Roope won.” Jason groaned dramatically as Jake and him followed Livia and Wyatt back into the living room.

Roope just simply smirked because he had a feeling how long it would take from knowing Livia pretty well but it was glad that Livia and Wyatt finally confessed especially because of the happy smile on her face.

“Johnny boy!” Tyler cheered thinking Wyatt would never make a move, “Well done.” He gave the two a wink.

Jamie and Joe both shared a look glad the kids are finally together.

“Thank god!” Ty let out a groan of relief he could not watch the two pine after each other any longer.

“About time.” Thomas commented.

Livia blushed even brighter and hide her face back in Wyatt’s chest and Wyatt fondly smiled and his arm tightened around her waist.

Wyatt gently led Livia over to the open spot on the couch and plopped down first and Livia quickly sat down next to him resting her head on his shoulder and Wyatt proudly wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

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hellmunsonfire · 10 months

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She was a poem.

and I liked to feel the spirit of poetry.

#eddie munson #eddie munson edit #eddie munson roleplay #eddie munson rp #eddie munson fandom #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanart #eddie munson fic #joseph quinn #joseph quinn rpf #joseph quinn edit #joe quinn #eddie munson x female oc #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #joe quinn edit #stranger things

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rowanswriting · 2 days

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eddie will call you whatever you want 🩵

#eddie munson #joseph quinn #joe quinn #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x f!reader #stranger things #stranger things five

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exilynn · 3 months

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So that was the illustrations and things that they were talking about, in case you have any doubts:

i love they interaction and how it switches to something chaotic in seconds, its so Eddlyn

<YOU can read The fic in Wattpad

There are two versions: The original is pt-br, And other is in English

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bqu1nns · 3 months

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intermittently - brian q.

my first fan fic ever!! [clap] [clap] in this fanfic, brian is a minor, 16-17 years old???? and the reader is a minor as well so no freaky stuff!!! leave comments on how i can improve PLEASEEE i love ya bye bye !

word count : 713

january 29th 1992

“i think i love you”, brian says to you, as the confession echoes through the late winter air. his words are pouring out more than he would have hoped. his gaze remained focused on your eyes only, observing your reaction with a mixture of embarrassment and uncertainty.

he is certainly not the type of highschool teenager to get all shy and nervous around other people but whenever he was around you, brian's demeanor shifted in your presence. he became a gentle and caring soul, a stark contrast to his usual self. from the first day you stepped into high school, he took it upon himself to ensure your well-being, guiding you through the hallways and making sure you found your classes.

the place of confession, in all honesty, isn't ideal. but, it does hold sentimental value – just right outside the back doors of your highschool that had witnessed countless moments between the two of you. from accidental hand touches in the cafeteria line, exchanging silly faces in the hallway and sharing lunches by the football field, this place held a trove of shared memories.

you always thought to yourself that it was impossible to ever get bored of him. brian had a knack of turning uncomfortable moments into wholesome jokes, gently caressing your shoulder in hopes of making you feel better. everytime he leaves those innocent touches against your skin, you can't help but blush, trying to change the subject as quickly as possible.

with the help of the cold january breeze nipping against your neck, you snap back to reality. the very boy that you've liked for a year just said the words that you've spent nights fantasizing and giggling against your pillow about. the soft wind tousled his soft brown hair, revealing his furrowed eyebrows, still awaiting for an answer while you were daydreaming.

a subtle tension lingers in the air between the two of you, like a red string tied to the both of you. brian senses that you felt contemplated in the moment, took a step back, and let you figure out what you were going to say next. he places his hands over his face in complete embarrassment, letting out a nervous laugh and says, “look, i didn't mean to put you on the spot or anything. i just wanted to let you know how i feel for you since i've been sensing some things have changed between the two of us.”

god! hes sickeningly sweet.

“i.. i never would have expected this,” you say, trying to control your heart from jumping out of your chest. you finally look up to brian to see how beautiful he looks. the winter sun had casted a soft glow on his face, accentuating the sincerity of his brown eyes.

i wanna kiss him. badly.

brian, who can't stop smiling, stood in front of you, softly brushing the hair from your face with his fingers. his hands then moved down to your jacket, anxiously playing with the zipper. the awkward silence was filled with unspoken emotions.

“you know, brian,” you begin softly, “this might sound crazy but, i've been trying to muster those words for the longest time myself.” his lips part gently, waiting to hear what you’ll say next.

“i love you,” you confessed. his eyes, wide with surprise and joy, met yours, and the entire atmosphere shifted. brian’s mittens, warm against your gentle skin, cupped your cheek. “i've been waiting to hear those words for so long,” brian whispered against your forehead, pressing a kiss against it.

a moment of hesitation flows through the both of you as your bodies are close against one another. everything is silent except for the sound of the two sounds of breathing and giggles leaving the both of you. he leans in closer to your face, merely inches away. without any needed words, both of your lips met in a kiss.

you finally feel the lips you've been wanting to kiss ever since the day he lended you his coat when you were feeling a “bit cold”. since the day he held you gently in his arms as you cried in his arms. since the day he “accidentally” kissed your cheek when you accomplished something that you've been wanting.

since forever.

#brian quinn #impractical jokers #brian quinn x reader #brian quinn x female reader #brian quinn x female oc #impractical jokers fanfiction #joe gatto #james murray #sal vulcano #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #should i post this on ao3?#my writing<3 #tell em steve dave #podcast #kevin smith #clerks

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hargrovesswifee · 9 months

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LoveGame || Billy Hargrove (1/2)

"I want out of this stupid game Hargrove."

"It's too late for that Byers."

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What happens when Adrienne Byers (oc) seeks revenge with the new bad boy in town after finding out she was a rebound of her now ex-boyfriend Steve Harrington?

Billy and Adrienne using each other in a game of "love" to get deep under Steve's skin until their game backfires on the both of them completely.

MATURE THEMES: MINORS DNI. I am NOT responsible for your feelings caused by certain events. YOU know your own triggers.

Mentions of Alcohol, Drugs, Sex, Cheating, Physical/Emotional Violence, ANGST, Depression, Abuse. Etc.

I do not own anything related to Stranger Things let alone the face claim of Madelyn Cline.

I do only own Adrienne Byers & the plot.

I do not give permission for anyone to steal MY work. I will FIGHT 🙄

All credit goes to the Duffer Brothers & Madelyn Cline.

***

Hi amores <3, I’m finally going to be uploading some stuff if mine on here JUST TO LET YOU KNOW THIS FIC IS COMPLETED ON WATTPAD! (hargrovesswifee) except this fic will be sort of rewritten? Not really just slight differences in sentences.

So I will be uploading each chapter onto here on a schedule??

(I’m a chronic procrastinator do not believe anything I say)

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whatamesswehavemade · 2 years

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I Want My Boyfriend Back- Eddie Munson x Reader

Pairings: Eddie x female!reader

Request: No, but I am taking requests :)

Word count: 2149 (I let it get away from me, sorry!)

Summary: Eddie has been distant and you have felt alone. You confront him after tireless nights of crying, feeling like you’re losing your boyfriend.

Warnings: cursing, crying, allusions to sex–– but all fluff nonetheless.

“Why are boys dumb?” Max throws herself onto your bed with a huff. El follows her.

“I ask myself the same question every day,” you reply, finishing applying your concealer–– the bags under your eyes a deep, puffy purple that needed to be covered up in order to look stronger. You turn to the two girls and cross your arms. “But guess what–– while they can be stupid as shit, we can be crazy as shit. Let’s go.”

Max and El jump to their feet. You grab your keys and head out, hearing the girls’ footsteps behind you.

Lucas had stood Max up on two different dates this week: one due to “basketball practice”–– which she later found out was him hanging with the jocks–– and the second one was to be with Hellfire Club dweebs.

Mike had stood El up–– she was visiting from California, and instead of spending time with his girlfriend, he’s been working on a campaign with the same dweebs.

And you? Your boyfriend stood you up every day for the past three weeks, complaining about his band or getting this game started for the boys. Your boyfriend was the dumbass leading these dweebs: Eddie.

You pulled up outside Gareth’s house, knowing this would be where they’d be playing tonight. All of the boys’ bikes laying across the grass–– incriminating evidence.

You turn around from the driver’s seat and look at the girls. Their eyes were glued to the house, a mixture of anger and nervousness washing over their faces. “Stay behind me and look like the badass, bitchin’ women you are.”

“Bitchin’,” replied El with a smirk.

You walk up the steps of the house. You’ve been here before with Eddie, watching his band practice. Gareth’s mom likes you, so this part is no problem.

Rapting your knuckles gently on the door frame, you put on your best fake smile and wait for his mother to show up. The calm before the storm, you think, making sure the boys won't see this coming.

The door opens to Gareth’s middle-aged, adorable little mother. “Oh, Y/N! How are you, dear? And who are these adorable girls with you?”

“Hi! I’m good! This is Jane and Max,” you gesture to the girls behind you, both of them waving timidly. “We’re here to see the boys. Are they downstairs?”

Before she could answer, you hear the boys all yell and cheer. His mother looks at you with a laugh, “I guess they answered your question, sweetie.” She steps away and lets you three in.

She hands you a plate of her freshly baked cookies in the process. “Could you take this down to them? You girls are more than welcome to help yourselves as well! I have another batch in the oven.”

You gladly take the plate in your hands as El reaches up and grabs one off the plate, Max following. You knew she wasn’t lying about that second batch; the entire house smells of warm chocolate chip cookies.

The three boys didn’t deserve these niceties.

You lead the girls to the basement door, opening it slowly, not to bring attention. The smell of gym socks wafting over you, taking over the pleasant baked-goods smell. You roll your eyes and start down the stairs–– inevitably, the steps creaking.

“Mom, I said not to come down here!” the boys quiet at your footsteps, and Gareth sounds annoyed. You smile and turn your head to the girls. Jeez, they looked excited. That’s my girls.

When you come into view of the boys, you see Eddie gulp. Max is behind you, and Lucas looks worried. But no one seems as scared shitless as Mike when El comes into view.

“W-what are you girls doing here?” Eddie clears his throat as he stares at you, anger and fear washing over his expression.

You don’t get a chance to say anything. El speaks up, “Mike. We’re leaving. Now.”

She looks pissed. He doesn’t even argue. He glances at Eddie but quickly gets up and walks over to El.

They start up the steps. “Wait, don’t you need a ride?”

“No. We’ll walk.” El shrugs and grabs Mike’s hand, and goes up the steps. You smile and look over at Max, who is staring at Lucas.

“Lucas, we’re leaving too.”

“But we’re in the middle of this campaign! Max, just let us finish and––”

“Nope, we’re leaving. Now. Unless you don’t want a girlfriend anymore.”

With that, he quickly gets up, ducking his head to hide the embarrassment, and leaves swiftly with Max. “We’re good too. No ride.”

That leaves you and Eddie. You’re clutching the plate but smiling at his annoyed look. “You happy, Y/N? You’ve ripped apart our campaign. Now we have to be done for the night. This sets us back a week now!”

Dustin gets up from where he’s seated and approaches you. This was the only member of Hellfire you were somewhat scared of–– his ego was bigger than his little body. He’s never gone off on you, but he definitely holds his ground against Steve, all his little friends, and even Eddie–– no one talks back to Eddie but you and Dustin.

But, he smiles at you, grabs the plate from your hands, and takes a huge bite of a cookie. “That sucks. I was hoping to move further tonight, but whatever. Y/N, will drive me home?”

You smile down at him and ruffle his hat. “Sure, but that also depends if you’re chill with a car ride with a pissed-off Eddie.”

Dustin looks at Eddie, who is scowling at you. He looks back up at you, “Sure, just take me home first before all the yelling starts.”

“What about my van here?”

“You can get it later, right, Gareth?” you snap, but then look at his friend, who just looks scared.

“Yeah, that’s fine. No problem, Y/N.” It makes you smile at how most of Eddie’s friends are scared of you. Eddie may be their club leader, but they all know what you say truly goes.

“Eddie, let’s go.” He stares at you as if he’s not going to follow, but he sighs and slowly gets to his feet. He follows behind you and Dustin–– who is still holding the plate of cookies, probably on his fifth one already. You say bye to Gareth’s mom in the sweetest tone you can and head out with the boys.

“Shotgun!” Dustin yells, running to your car and getting in the front seat.

“No, dipshit, back seat. This is my girlfriend’s car,” Eddie barks.

You turn and put your hand on his chest, stopping him in his tracks. “No, no, he sits in front. You’re the dipshit that’s sitting in the back. Unless you’d rather not see me again.” You poke harshly at his chest. He rolls his eyes and gently bats your hand away, walking towards the car and sliding into the back.

The car ride is silent between you and Eddie but loud with false excitement between you and Dustin. You love entertaining Dustin, even when in a bad mood. He’s one of the only boys you actually can put up with. Hmm, maybe we both have the same ego.

Once Dustin is dropped off, you drive down the street a bit before Eddie pipes up, “So my place or yours? I know my uncle is outta town. And your mom is still outta town too, right? So we have all of the privacy we want.”

You break hard, making him hit his face against your seat, and put your car in park. He’s rubbing his forehead as you turn around and look at him. “You think you’re getting laid, Munson? Are you fucking kidding me?”

His eyes turn lust-filled. “Isn’t this what all of this is about? That I haven't been paying enough attention to you?” He reaches for your arm, rubbing his hand slowly up and down your skin.

“Yeah, not enough attention, but not in a sex way. In a ‘I want to see my fucking boyfriend because I haven’t seen him in three fucking weeks, and I-I just want my boyfriend back’ kinda w-way.” You turn back before he can see the tears well in your eyes, but you know your cracking voice gave you away. You drive off again towards your house.

Funny that I asked the girls to be badasses when I can’t.

Eddie’s eyes were glued to your review mirror, trying to get you to make eye contact with him. He looked to be pleading with you through just his eyes. He knew you weren’t in the mood for talking, so he sat silent, listening to your heavy breathing that you tried to calm.

You pull into your driveway, shut the car off, and slam your door, Eddie trying to keep up behind you. Once inside your house, Eddie grabs your hand, making you turn to him. You look at him, annoyed and waiting for him to speak. But he was waiting for you as well.

“Ugh, never mind,” you try to pull your hand away, but his grip tightens. You feel defeated. You feel stupid. I don’t own him, I shouldn’t make him see me weekly. Maybe I’m not enough for him.

You start crying, raising your free hand to wipe away the tears, but they kept coming. Eddie pulls you into a hug, letting you sob into his Hellfire shirt.

He strokes the back of your head. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I know I’ve been distant. I should’ve called. I should’ve stopped by. I should’ve been here. I don’t know where my head has been. I’ve been so invested in this campaign, I haven’t made time for us. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

He takes this time to look around your living room, seeing it’s a mess of dishes, take out, clothes, and blankets.

Your mom keeps the house pristine, and that had rubbed off on you. Most times you’re in his trailer, you’re cleaning it. He always begs you to stop, but you hate filth. He thinks about when you had said your mom had left. You had nudged him about it, that you two could be completely alone–– you’d have the house to yourself for six weeks, the first time your mom had ever left you that long. You had been alone for half the time she’s been gone and Eddie hasn’t even come over once to at least watch a movie with you or even stay the night.

“Shit, babe. I’m so sorry.” His arms tighten around you, and he starts crying as well.

You whisper into his soaked shirt, “I’ve missed you. I’ve felt like you don’t care, and I’ve just missed you.”

He pulls you back so he can look into your eyes. “Of course I care about you. Of course I do.” He wipes his thumb under your eyes, picking up your tears. He lets go of you and shrugs out of his jean jacket. He wraps it around your shoulders and guides you to a clean spot on the couch–– the one spot you’ve been sitting in for the past three weeks. “I’m gonna make it up to you, princess. Stay here.”

You watch him as he walks over to the lighswitch, flipping the living room lights on. It’s the brightest it’s been since your mom left. You watch him as he disappears into the kitchen and it back within seconds with a trash bag. He starts picking up your mess. You feel hot, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. He looks up and catches your look.

He smiles, “Babe, you always do it for me. I’m taking care of you now.” You smile, realzing everything is OK again.

“When you’re done, do you wanna go to Family Video and pick up a movie?” you ask, timidly.

“And annoy Harrington? Fuck yeah. You get to pick the movie babe. And when we get back here, we’ll cuddle and pop some popcorn and watch whatever you want all night. And I’ll stay the night and we can do it all again tomorrow.”

You giggle and wrap his jacket around you tighter as he goes back to cleaning.

He flips his hair over his shoulder, but it goes right back into his face. He pops his head up and looks at your hands. “Hey babe, can I borrow your hairtie?”

You take it off your wrist and motion for him to come over. “C’mere, I’ll tie your hair up.”

Eddie is quickly sitting on the floor between your knees as your collect his hair back into a tight ponytail. You lean down and kiss his cheek when you’re done. He turns his head and catches your lips with his.

He pulls away slightly, leaning his forehead against yours. “I love you, Y/N. So much.”

“I love you too, Eddie.”

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warmaidensrevenge · 2 years

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Pairings: Eddie x best friend! Plus size reader

Ok. This one is gonna be kinda rough. Hope y'all like it. Inspired by Paramores song never let this go.

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

Warnings: Angst, body insecurities, smoking, mentions of sex, arguing, cursing. Not proof read. No word count. Sorry!

Part 3: Crestfallen

Girlfriend? GIRLFRIEND?! You thought over and over. Eddie has a girlfriend. When the fuck did that happen?

You sat in the library looking down at the empty notepad in front of you. You stared at it half hoping the words would just appear.

The sound your pencil made while you tapped it on the table grew louder and louder. The smell of old books made you queazy. And the clock above the librarian's desk was driving you crazy.

Why wouldn't he tell you? You guys told each other everything. Even when he hooked up with someone. You just always stopped him from going into too much detail. Maybe he knew. Maybe he knew that if he told you, it would break your heart. Maybe he knew that you were in love with him.

No.

You pushed the thought away. If he did know, then why would he have taken care you while you were sick? Or why would he call you a pretty girl? Surely if he knew you liked him, he wouldn't do those things. He just wouldn't. He's not like that.

Then why the hell wouldn't he tell you?!

The rest of the school day didn't get any better. Drones of teachers lecturing on trigonometry and statistics just came out sounding like Charlie Brown's mom.

As the final bell rang for the day, you still couldn't decide how to approach Eddie. You were hurt. But you didn't want him to see that. You didn't want anyone to see that.

Maybe Gareth meant like a friend who happens to be a girl...like me.

You contemplated going home or to the Munson's. Wanting to spill your guts out to your best friend. You wanted to smack his arm and scold him for keeping such a big secret. But you were afraid of what he might say.

As you stopped at an intersection you looked left then right. Left was home. Right was most likely heartache.

You tapped your fingers on the handle bars. Hearing the call of the void as cars passed by. You thought you could be brave this time. Just this once.

As you stared at the road to the right, you put your foot back on the peddle and took off.

Pulling up into your driveway gave you some kind of comfort that you didn't know you needed until you saw it. It was a small amount of peace you needed right now.

Your dad worked second shift at the Hawkins sewer and authority. So you knew you would be alone. Though you should've went to talk this out with Eddie, you couldn't bring yourself to do it. So you went inside and headed straight for the kitchen. Grabbing a bag of Doritos and a can of pop.

You sat on the floor in your room eating and listening to Fleetwood Macs album Rumors.

'Go your own way' did it for you. You couldn't handle the anxiety anymore. So you grabbed your walkman and went for a walk.

You strolled for about 30 minutes before finding yourself in the woods. Right in front an old maple tree.

One day back in the summer of '84, Eddie brought you to this old tree house to get high. It wasn't really a tree house. More like a hunters perch. Just a really big one. The wood floor wrapped it's self around the tree. With wood planks nailed to the base trailing up to the top. It was a place full of laughs and tears.

Our place.

The tree held a lot of significance. Everytime Eddie got in a fight, you could always finding him here. You helped clean his cuts or busted lip. Or when the stupid kids hurt your feelings a little too much or when you missed your mom. Eddie would always find you here.

You sat at the edge of the perch and lit a cigarette. Normally, you didn't smoke. Only when you were unbearably stressed. And today was one of those days. You sat there staring out into the woods.

What would I give to not exist right now.

You wiped away your tears and started to sing.

'Hello darkness my old friend. I've come to talk with you again.'

As you hummed the rest of the song you pulled out a note pad and tried writing.

'I love you

But if I tell you

I lose you

And that's just something I'm not willing to do

But I truly do love you'

Nope too cheesey. You thought.

You ripped out the page and crumpled it, stuffing it into your bag. This happened a few more times before you decided to give up.

Reaching for another cigarette, you notice that you already smoked half the pack. It started to get dark and cold now but you didn't want to leave. You didn't want to leave the only place that eased your mind.

Thoughts of Eddie running through your head. You hugged yourself to warm up. Inhaling puff after puff. You wished you knew why you weren't good enough. You prayed for this gut wrenching feeling to ease up. Wished it would all just go away. Even the feelings of rejection and loneliness.

Please God. Help-

" Hey you up there?"

That stupid beautiful voice made you freeze.

" Heyyy y/n?" He sung out.

You wiped your tears away and scooted back so that he couldn't see your feet.

" C'mon y/n. Don't hide."

You peak over the edge.

Shit why are you here?

Eddie put his hands on his hips. "Ahhhhaaa! I found you... So uhh you coming down or am I coming up?"

Shit shit.

" Alright coming up." He said.

You hurried and snuffed out the cigarette before he made it up top.

" Whatcha doing up here? Smoking huh?"

You swallowed thickly and sighed. " What's up Munson?"

" I've been looking everywhere for you. Did you know Hawkins has a library?"

You let out a light chuckle. "You don't say."

He shoulder bumped you at you being sarcastic. " Yup. I went there to find you. Should've know to come here first." He smacked his forehead.

" Did... did you need something?"

He shook his head. Making his beautiful curls sway a little. " Nah just wanted to hang out."

It was quiet for a while after that. You could hear the crickets chirping. The wind moving through the trees. Usually those sounds relaxed you. But all you felt was tension in the highest degree. So you lit another cigarette.

Before you could take a proper drag, he took it from you.

"These things will kill ya." He grinned, then took a long toke before handing it back.

You guys stayed quietly for a minute before he became antsy.

"So you gonna tell me what's wrong?"

You couldn't find the words. So you remained silent.

Eddie leaned against the tree and crossed his ankles. Putting an arm behind his head.

" Alright then, I've got nowhere to be tonight. So whenever you're ready." He said, lightly smacking your arm so you could share the cigarette.

After he took his drag, he handed it back. You flicked off the ashes and took a long hit. Letting it out slowly into the sky. You then inhaled sharply and sighed.

" When where your gonna tell me?" You asked looking off in the distance.

You could feel his gaze on you while he slowly sat up.

" What are you talking about?"

You shook your head and scoffed a little. "Your girlfriend."

Eddie sighed. "How-how do you know about that?"

You could hear in his tone that he didn't plan on telling you. You took one last puff before crushing the butt into the wood. Tossing it after.

" Since when did we stop telling each other everything Munson?" You said coldly.

He sighed again and when he didn't say anything you got up and climbed down the tree.

He groaned. " Ugh fuck! Y/n c'mon wait."

Finally on the ground you started off home.

Don't cry. Don't let him see you cry.

He chased after you. "Y/n c'mon stop!"

You tried to ignore him but all you wanted to do was break down.

" Seriously y/n. Fuckin' talk to me. I can explain."

You stopped and hung your head. " What do you want me to say?"

" I...I don't know. Maybe tell me what's going on in your head. Why are you freaking out on me? You ignore me all day, and now you're smoking."

I'm sad okay!

You turned around and looked at the guy you loved. " I'm sorry. Whatever I - I did that made you feel like you couldn't talk to me. I'm so sorry. You can always talk to me Munson. About anything." You choked up a little. " I just- I just thought...I don't know. I thought were friends."

" Hey hey hey" He said. Trying to calm you down. "We are friends silly. You're my best friend. Please don't be sorry. I just- didn't know how to tell you. I didn't want you to be upset."

Shit he knows how I feel.

You were quiet again. Which freaked him out.

" See I knew you would be mad that I was seeing her." He tossed his head back, throwing his arms in the air then dropping them back down while shaking his head. " See this is exactly why-"

You cut him off. "Her?"

His eyes widened. Shit you don't know. He thought while trying to look everywhere but you.

" Munson... Who?"

Still not looking at you, he kick a pine cone.

"Munson? Who's your girlfriend?"

He let out a frustrating growl while crossing his arms. Finally meeting your gaze. Your eyes feel like daggers to him. Yup you were definitely going to kick his ass.

"EDWARD?!"

"Shit! Fine...Fine" He moved his messy bangs out of his eyes. "It's Sara."

Your eyes widen. "Umm excuse me?"

He clicked his tongue. " S-sara."

"Sara who?"

Silence fell again.

Nope nope. You thought. Don't you fuckin' dare say her.

"SARA WHO EDWARD?!"

He winced. "Mitchell..."

The sound of her name left a nasty taste in your mouth. It was probably the cigarette that did that but, you definitely decided that it was her name.

You lightly chuckled. "That's not funny."

Eddie licked his lips. "I wasn't joking."

Any sadness you had went right out the window. Now you were fuming. You shook your head and lowered your eyes to the ground. Trying to calm yourself down.

"No. Not gonna happen. Nope." You said, turning around and stomping off. He followed in persuit.

" Oh yes it is!" He groaned. "Y/n c'mon on. Don't walk away."

You kept going and repeating "no"

"Y/n seriously! She's not that bad."

NOT THAT BAD! HE HAS TO BE FUCKIN' KIDDING ME.

You spun around causing him to stop suddenly and slid a bit. You could punch him. If he was close enough, you would have knocked him into the next life. Maybe he would come back as a jackass. Then he and Sarah fuckin' Mitchell could ride off into the sunset.

" That's it! We're fighting!" You said through your teeth.

It came out harsh. But you didn't care. He was being the biggest fuckin' idiot right now.

Eddie backing away with his hands stretched out towards you.

You slowly started approaching him. " Seems like you forgot who was responsible for you getting your hair cut off in middle school. All because she decided to use YOUR head as gum wrapper!"

Closing your distance, he put his hands in his jean pockets and looked away. You were right about that.

You cocked your head to the side." No?" How about when the one time I wore a dress to school, she dropped a ketchup soaked tampon behind me. IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE CAFETERIA!"

" Well it was a nice dress. You looked really pretty." He tried lighting the mood.

You narrowed your eyes at him. What the fuck?!

"NOT THE POINT MUNSON!" You took a calming breath and continued. " So her coining your oh so special nickname. Eddie 'the freak' Munson does nothing for you?"

He shrugged. " It's uhh love hate kind of relationship."

You scoffed. " How about when she tripped Dustin on his first day of school. Causing his braces to cut his lip. Oh by the way, how is he ok with this?"

He grinned. " That kid worships me."

You pinched the bridge of your nose trying to sort out this stupid conversation.

Eddie knew he messed up. Not telling you he was dating someone. But worst of all seeing your arches nemesis. "Hey. C'mon she's really not that bad."

You covered your mouth and looked away from him. Tears filling your eyes. "She's the one who started the whole 'miss piggy' thing. She's the reason why people make squeal and oink noises at me." Your voice broke and you crossed your arms feeling the cold again.

You weren't even mad anymore. You were just so hurt that out of everyone. He picked her. Sure you knew this day would come. And you knew it was gonna depress you. But this was more. A betrayal if you will.

Eddie could hear the pain in your voice and felt liked an asshole. He went to you and took your face in his hands. Wiping away your tears with his thumbs. It really broke his heart when you cried.

" Don't cry pretty girl. Listening I made her promise to stop. Ok?"

" I... I don't trust her Eddie."

He wrapped you up in a tight hug and you buried your face in his chest hugging him back.

" I'm not asking you to trust her." Eddie's voice quaked a little as he tried to shush you. " Trust me. Just trust me pretty girl."

You guys stood there for a few minutes. He knew that you would trust him with your life. Just like he trusted you with his. And no matter what was happening, your friendship came first.

He rubbed your arms. " You're shivering....c'mon. Let me take you home."

You agreed and he led you to his van holding your hand. Not letting go until you got home.

He lingered as always after dropping you off. Making sure you were safe inside your house. However for some reason he felt like he hurt you more than he initially thought.

It couldn't have been just him confessing that he was seeing Sara that made you have a panic attack. But whatever it was, all he knew was to never do it again.

...

A few days went by and you filled your time with school work and filling out college applications. Eddie would come hang out, but he never stayed long. You felt like you were losing him.

Out of everything you could put your feelings aside. But the lack of attention hurt you. And it was only gonna get worse.

At lunch you would sit in your spot pretending that everything was ok. You did your best to not make things awkward. But you were loosing the internal battle. Thank goodness it was campaign night. Finally you could pretend to be someone else and have some fun again. Even if it was only just for a few hours.

Eddie was obtuse. And very forgetful. But one thing he was very good at, was reading you. You were obviously sad. The little smile on your face didn't fool him. He could see it in your eyes.

But what could he do? He liked Sara. And it really didn't hurt things when she was good in bed.

Still, whether he saw it or not. There was something deeper going on with you. And being a good friend would figure it out. However, he kept getting distracted.

...

You grab the bags of snacks out of the basket that hung in front of your bike. You looked for Eddie. But he wasn't there to help. Out of nowhere Dustin came out the doors.

" Hey y/n."

"Umm hey."

" Eddie sent me out here to help you."

You furrowed your brow. Why didn't he come?

You nodded. " Oh ok. Thanks buddy."

Dustin grabbed a couple of bags and you walked in together. You stopped suddenly. Feeling your stomach drop and the air getting sucked from your lungs.

You look at your normal spot at the campaign table and she was sitting there. Giggling and making googly eyes at Eddie. He didn't even look at you.

You went to the snack table not saying a word. Dustin smiled at you and you gave a halfhearted one back.

"Are you really ok with this?" You whispered to him.

"Y-yeah. As long as Eddie's happy right?"

" Right..." you replied. Giving Eddie a longing look that he didn't notice.

He's happy with her.

You and Dustin finished setting up. Both heading to the campaign table after.

You could feel Eddie's eyes on you. You gave him a quick glance and a small smile.

He mouthed an " I'm sorry" and you just shook your head and looked away.

That campaign was great.

Eddie had created the Cult of Vecna. It was intense. The only thing that was off about it, was Sara acting like she was interested in the game. She asked a million and one questions. Causing the game to go on extra long. Normally you loved lengthy campaigns. But you couldn't wait to get out of there.

After you went to clean up the snack table, you picked up Eddie's normal container and saw the cookies were still there. Even the milk carton wasn't opened. The feelings you got were almost undescribable. It was this gut wrenching feeling accompanied with a pain in your heart. Not once has he ever done that. This guy wasn't your Eddie anymore.

He's her's now. The thought made you physically exhausted.

Dustin broke you out of your daze. " Sweet! There's still cookies."

You looked over to him and gave him a genuine smile. Glad that at least Dustin was still Dustin.

You sighed to yourself. "Turn around. Let me see your backpack. "

He was confused but did as you asked.

You unzipped the top zipper and put in the cookies intended for Eddie. Dustin looked over his shoulder to see what you were doing.

He gave you a toothybeam. " Thanks!"

You grinned at him. " You're welcome buddy. Enjoy them."

Once everything was done, all of you headed outside. Eddie and Sara were kissing and horsing around by his van. He glanced over to where you and Dustin stood. You half smiled and lifted your hand to wave goodbye. He threw up a ✌️ and opened the door for Sara. You over heard. "M'lady" Sara then laughed, while tugging at his hair.

You wanted to be happy for him and a part of you was. But seeing it was her who made him smile was just so painful.

As long as you're happy bud.

...

You cried yourself to sleep that night. Like most nights, you wish you could be someone else. Someone less emotional, less insecure. You were such a coward. You couldn't tell your best friend how he made you feel. How hard this was.

You want to tell him to stop doing things that made you fall deeper in love with him. To stop worrying about you. You wanted him to tell you, that there wasn't even the slightest chance that you guys could be together. So that maybe you can move on. You tried to make yourself feel better by thing about how far away you would be after highschool. Maybe the distance would help. Maybe if he was out of sight then you could let him go.

The tapping on your window woke you up. You looked at the clock trying to make out the red blurred light.

2:47 am.

You got up and went to the window. Dressed in your green flannel and panties. Your high bun off to the side.

" Hey." Eddie whispered when you opened the window.

You didn't say anything and went back to bed. He climbed in and made himself at home.

He tried to be as quiet as possible taking off his shoes and jacket. He then went to turn your record player. Lowing it so that he could barely hear it. He figured you guys were gonna talk.

When he brought Sara to the club, he honestly thought you were gonna drag her out by her hair. But instead you had this sadness surrounding you. And he knew he was the cause of it. So what could he do other than say he was sorry.

You had your back facing him when you felt him climb into bed and felt an arm go around your waist. He then pulled you closer to him. You felt his bare chest pressing against your back.

This was quite normal. You guys were best friends after all. But something about this time felt different. It might have been possible that the relationship was merely platonic. And that was all it would ever be.

He whispered in your ear while hugging you a little tighter. " I'm sorry y/n."

You groaned. " I'm sleeping Munson."

Just before you fell back asleep you mumbled "I miss you."

Eddie held you even tighter. He missed you too. More than he cared to admit.

These past few days felt weird. It was like something was missing from his life. Or someone. That obviously being you. Sure Sara was fun. And super hot. But, he couldn't talk to her like he could with you. He wasn't entirely comfortable like he was with you.

And as much as he liked hooking up with her, he missed his best friend. The pretty chubby girl with the cute smile and funniest laugh. The girl who was always down for a lightsaber battle, instead of giving him weird looks. Or make fun of him.

What was it about you that made him like you so much? Why did he miss you when you guys were apart? And why did he feel like he kept hurting you?

Something was happening and he didn't know what it was or what to do about it.

...

The next morning he was still there. You opened your eyes a little and adjusted yourself to get more comfortable in his arms. Just then you felt where his hand actually was.

It was under your shirt, holding on to your overhanging tummy. His finger tips dug slightly into your skin.

You felt the heat race to your face. You picked up his hand and placed it slowly at his side. You laid there for a minute before sitting up. Pulling your shirt down. All the commotion woke him up.

He yawned. " Morning."

" M-morning."

He got up and started getting dressed. You watched as he slid his shirt over his untamed hair. Staring as the shirt fell down his thin but slightly muscular back.

You bit your lip to hold back the moan.

" Hey so uhhh want to watch a movie tonight?" He asked while putting on his jacket.

" What no plans with the Mrs?" You tried joking.

" No no. She has the cheer thing out of town.*

You rolled your eyes. "Oh."

He turned around and gave you his perfect grin. "What'd say?"

How could you say no to that beautiful creature. " I'll pick up the Evil Dead and head over after work."

" Oh hell yeah! But I have a request." He said while jumping on the bed.

You raised your brow and laughed a little.

He pouted. " Can you please make me some cookies?"

You giggled and nodded. He thanked you by giving you a hug and left.

A bit of happiness started to fill you. It felt like things were going back to normal.

If only.

...

Your shift at the video store went so good. You never noticed how awesome Robin and Steve were. They bickered like a married couple. But, they were so funny.

You always wondered why Steve and Nancy broke up. Not that you didn't like Johnathan or anything. You just thought there was a strong connection there. You knew that Steve's need to hook up with girls was to get over Nancy. But deep down. He was really great. And extremely attractive.

" So any plans tonight?" Robin nudged you.

"Uh just gonna watch a movie with a friend."

"L/n. You got a date?" Steve asked while munching on a red vine.

" Ha no. I'm hanging out with Munson."

He nearly spat. " The freak?"

Robin smacked him hard upside the head. "That's her best friend dumbass."

"GEEZ IM SORRY!" He said while rubbing the back of his head.

You said smiling at Robin. " He's not a freak."

...

You sat listening to Eddie practice the riff in Master of Puppets but he got so frustrated when he kept messing up.

You stood up and held out your hand. " C'mon bud. Let's watch the movie."

The night was so great. You two laughing at how bad the movie was. But it was so bad that it was good. You leaned yourself against him, putting your legs up on the couch. He put his arm around you to get comfortable.

While eating cookies and kettle corn, you both laugh at Ash. Suddenly, you heard the door unlocked and open up.

Wayne must have gotten off early. You both thought.

But no. Sara walked in.

Eddie got up and went to lift her, spinning her around once then put her back down.

You sat up and put your shoes on. She has a key? I don't even have a key.

You exchanged pleasantries. And though Eddie tried to convince you to stay and finished the movie, you said that they should spend some time together.

You would have said anything to get the hell out of there.

So you went leave and saw that it had just started to snow. The first snowfall was always so beautiful. It felt like magic. Except when it got all slushy after because it was too warm to stick.

You bundled up and put on your gloves when the door to the trailer opened and Sara stepped out.

" Hey y/n?"

You turned around. " Y-yeah?"

" I need you to back off of Eddie bear."

Uhhhhh what?

"Excuse me?" You asked, shocked at her boldness. But also surprised that she knew your name.

She crossed her arms. " I see the way you look at him. You need to stop. It's kinda pathetic. And it's bad enough that he brings you up all the time."

You scoffed and shook your head. " We're just friends. I promise."

"I don't care what you are. Just back off."

You scoffed a laugh and wanted to tell her to go fuck herself. And you were about to when Eddie came out.

"Oh shit! It's snowing. Hey y/n hold on, I'll drive you home." He said.

" It's cool Munson. I need to burn off the calories I just ate." You replied before getting on your bike and riding away.

The journey home was cold but you needed it. You were so upset that you thought maybe if your heart stopped beating that it wouldn't hurt so much. Again pushing the feelings of jealousy away.

Eddie watched as you took off. " Hey babe what happened with y/n?"

Sara pulled him back into the trailer. " Oh nothing. Just telling her to be careful."

He looked out the window to see you peddling away.

Get home safe pretty girl.

...

You didn't see Eddie for a while after that. You tried on Thanksgiving. To no avail.

You went to the Munson's trailer to drop off some food for Wayne and Eddie like you have done for the past 4 years. But Eddie wasn't there. Wayne said that he missed you being around. You explained how you had to work a lot because of the holidays.

He understood but still expressed how much he missed Sunday breakfast.

...

The following Monday was always great after Thanksgiving. Teachers put a hold on the assignments and quizzes so the kids could get back to norm.

You decide to eat lunch at the picnic table in the woods where Eddie normally would deal. You couldn't bring yourself to go to the Hellfire table today.

You stopped by your locker to drop off a couple of books first and to grabbed your leftover thanksgiving turkey salad. Eddie came over and leaned up on the lockers next to yours.

" Thank you soooo much for the food. It was amazing. And oh that apple pie." He brought his fingers to his mouth and did a chef's kiss. " I had to fight for the last piece."

You smiled. You loved cooking for them. It always made you feel so good. "Well I'm glad you enjoyed it. Oh where were you by the-"

" Hey freak your pig got out." A feminine voice called out from a crowd of people.

You then heard the pig noises. Eddie quickly jumped in front of you so you couldn't see who said it.

He tried to get you to look at him. " Just ignore it."

You stood on your tippy toes to look at her over his shoulder.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY? MUNSON MOVE!"

He didn't and kept trying to block your view of her.

You were beyond pissed and not because she called you a pig.

" ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW? WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!" You said out of straight anger." MUNSON, FUCKIN' MOVE!"

You tried to step to the side but he kept intervening.

" Oh miss piggy you didn't hear me?" Sara sneered.

He grabbed your wrists. You tried to fight him to let go but he was holding on too tight.

" Woah freak didn't you get the memo. No livestock on school grounds." Jason Carver spit out, laughing with the others.

You could see Eddie's jaw clench in your peripheral, but he didn't say anything.

" Listen here you piece of-"

You weren't able to finish because Eddie pulled you by one of your wrist. Dragging you outside. You resisted but he was a lot stronger than he looked.

While pulling you through the doors and down the steps, you could tell he was furious.

" LET ME GO EDWARD!" You snarled through your teeth.

Eddie never heard your voice like that before. So he let go and turned to you. Your face unreadable.

You shook your head at him and stormed off through the football field, into the woods. Heading to the picnic table.

You paced back and forth. Mumbling to yourself. Trying to make sense of the whole situation.

Then you heard crunching of leaves and glanced over. Eddie was there, arms crossed. You looked away and kept pacing. You stopped and open your mouth to say something but nothing came out. So you closed it and kept going.

" You know you're so painfully shy. It honestly makes it hard to be your friend."

His words stung like salt in a wound.

You didn't mean it. You really didn't mean to say it. It just came out like vomit. "Then don't be."

He chuckled. " Pfff. What?"

You stopped and glared at him." Then don't be my friend Munson."

He shook his head and laughed at the dumb comment. " You're being stupid."

That's it!

" I'm being stupid. Seriously? Me?" Your body trembled with anger as you continued. "You're the one who's dating miss perfect in there. You're the one hiding your fucking relationship...You know, I always wondered why I never saw you two together during school. The sex can't be that damn good. She must have a really nice vag for you to be that fucking pathetic."

He furrowed his brow. "Why do you care where I put my dick huh? Why the hell are you freaking out so damn bad?"

You shook your head. " Because I'm your friend. You deserve better than that. You deserve better than her. You know you do."

He scoffed. "Well you're being a real shitty friend right now."

You damn near gasped. "I'm the shitty friend! Me?! How am I the shitty friend when you're the one who LIED! And keeps lying to me."

You looked at him and you could see that your words hurt him. But you didn't care. He promised he would never lie to you. However, that's all he did now.

A few seconds passed and neither one of you said anything. You put your hands in your pockets and started marching off.

He rolled his eyes. "We're not done talking about this y/n."

" I am." You said coldly as you passed him.

You heard his feet moving after you. While still walking you looked over your shoulder.

"DON'T follow me. Hell...don't bother talk to me again."

Eddie stopped and watched you walk away. You couldn't have meant that. Yet again, he had never pissed you off this bad before. And you never hurt him like this either.

He was so frustrated that he kicked a tree and went to sit at the bench.

He then buried his face in his hand. " God damn y/n! Why can't you just see my side?"

...

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