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love, lola / chapter one / through space and time (5.6k)

a/n: happy ending eventually, slow burn, will they won't they, a lil angsty but never mean eddie

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'Oh sweetheart you'll never believe this, Chrissy Cunningham is coming over later ahaha.' 

That was the last you had heard from Eddie and his words had made you want to slam the phone down so hard it crushed through the wall. Chrissy fucking Cunningham. It was downright embarrassing, you were twenty, living in New York and yet wanting to climb out onto the fire escape where the traffic can drown out your screaming over a teenage cheerleader. A hideous jealously coursed through you, not only was Eddie far away and his time previously reserved for you, now being spent with others. But it was being spent with the antithesis of you; classically all American feminine. Chrissy was delicate, pure and with the right amount of mystery. Eddie didn't know every detail of her life, every gory mortifying moment. Another fear that lingered in your mind - Eddie knew you far too well to possibly be in love with you. 

In the absence of a cure for a broken heart, the easiest alternative was to tape it back together and pretend that wasn't a temporary solution. For you this meant hooking up with someone, anyone who for once could make you feel desired, even if only for a night. And there he was, your human equivalent to sellotape, sat on the sofa with a beer trying to decide how long he needed to spend on pleasantries before he could get his dick out. Then your phone rang... it still wasn't Eddie. 

'Is this Y/N?' an anxious voice piped' 

'Yes... who is this?' 

'My name is Dustin, I'm Eddie's friend...'

Instantly your heart froze at Eddie's name and you hear the deep inhale from the other line. 

'He's in trouble. I didn't know who else to call.'

Immediately you were screeching at Mr. Sellotape to leave, the reason your heart beat at all needed you and he was more important than anything. You knew of Dustin, you knew of all of Eddie's latest lost chicks he'd taken under his wing. There was no need to ask for the boy to elaborate, whatever it was, you would be there. Every moment from the phone call until you find yourself back in Hawkins was a blur. Now you were finally, carefully approaching Skull Rock - where you used to get drunk as a teenager - to find beneath, curled up in a shivering ball, your Eddie. 

'Teddy,' you whisper, it's a name for his ears only. 

You heart wrenches to see how the confident larger than life boy turned to you quivering, eyes wide and tearful as if he could no longer trust the world around him. But he could trust you. Eddie leans in to your outstretched hand, finally receiving the only comfort on earth that could sooth him. The group linger back, aware you can help him in a way they'll never understand. After a few moments indulging in your touch, Eddie's big eyes blink open. This is the saddest and smallest you'd ever seen him, his face more haunted than the moment you stood by him as they lowered his mother's coffin into the ground. 

'W-why... h-how are you here Y/N?' his voice merely a croak. 

'Dustin called and I got on a plane straight away. You were in trouble. That's all I needed to know.'

You crawl up next to him as finally, for the first time since he saw Chrissy's crumpled lifeless body on his floor, Eddie lets himself go. Leaning against you, his face burrowed into your chest, sobs erupt causing his lanky frame to tremble and your top to soak with tears. He tells you every detail, the parts he hadn't wanted to scare the kids with. The way her bones crunched like twigs underfoot, how her once sparkling eyes crushed like grapes, every violent impact on the innocent girl's body inhuman. 

The bond that exists between you means not once does he question whether you believe his story or the insane revelation of the supernatural. The gang had told you everything, from Will's disappearance to where you are now and somehow it didn't surprise you. There had always been a twisted aura enveloping Hawkins that you'd never been able to ignore ever since you were a child. It was a topic your Grandmother frequently mentioned about the town you both called home; since time began there has been a darkness to Hawkins. 

Once again it felt like your destiny to be Eddie Munson's protector. Refusing to leave his side once you'd finally been reunited, whatever inter-dimensional beast or holier than thou towns person came for Eddie, they'd have to get through you first. You fingers intwined with his as you both swam into the depths of Lover's Lake, another location from your childhood together charred from the trauma Eddie had witnessed there. Pushing through to the surface you now came face to face with the hellish underbelly of Hawkins, the source of all the unexplained horrors that had occurred over the last three years. Instinctively you clung to Eddie holding him back as you witnessed demonic bats descend from the twisted red skies onto Steve Harrington. Nancy's screams and Eddie's tugging pull you out of the panicked vision of Eddie in Steve's place, being ravaged at all angles by the bats; you desperately needed him out of this and into safety.

The pair of you kick into action attempting to save Steve whilst you never let Eddie stray from your peripheral. Finally as the bats cower away you exhale and watch as Nancy attends to Steve's wounds. You can't help but notice the glimmer of adoration and heartbreak as she sees the damage, the way her fingers are gentle against his skin as her touch lingers a little too long and her eyes soften at his words. You force yourself to look away and continue forward with Robin as Eddie holds back with Steve, wrapping him in his jacket. Watching your shoes shuffle in the dirt, you look down in attempt to hide the blush rising on your cheeks as you realise the way Nancy looks at Steve is surely the way the world sees you look at Eddie. At least Nancy had the excuse of being his ex, of having held him in the ways you'd longed to hold Eddie but unfortunately you had no excuse; you'd never been so lucky to call Eddie yours. With the watergate closed you all pursue another avenue and continue onwards to the Wheeler house in search of weapons. As you finally arrive and begin to file up the stairs to Nancy's bedroom, Eddie's hand finds yours and pulls you back. 

The deep brown warmth in his eyes as they gaze up at you makes your heart burn similar to the burning sensation on your skin as Eddie's thumb rubs your knuckles. He looks at you and speaks with a sincerity rare for your best friend.

'I-I'm glad you're here Y/N... I mean... I'd rather you were away from this and safe but...'

You squeeze his hand as you indulge, letting your free hand brush his still damp fringe out his eyes. 

'Of course I'm here. I'd follow you anywhere... even through space and time,' you chuckle as you gesture around to the surreal surroundings you find yourselves in. 

Eddie faintly smiles back as he captures your other hand now, gripping them both intensely. 

'It's selfish but... I couldn't get through this without you, sweetheart.' 

It's a nickname that's lasted a lifetime and it still makes your blood rush without fail. You pull your conjoined hands to your lips and press a kiss to each. 

'You'll never have to get through anything without me. You're stuck with me for life.' 

Your heart is internally screaming please keep me around for life but you dare not let it slip.  

The moment is interrupted as Robin shouts for you both and fills you in on their discoveries; that the Upside Down is stuck in 1983 and that they can communicate with Dustin on the other side. You struggle to pay attention to Dustin's words and revelations, your eyes fixated on the way the energy twinkling from the lights reflects every shade of Eddie's eyes; shades of caramel, chocolate and espresso. 

Eventually you reach Eddie's trailer and see his lip tremble as you all enter. His eyes fixate on one spot and it goes without saying that it's where he saw Chrissy die. It feels disgustingly cruel for his own home to now be marred by this dark events. Dustin's cheerful face breaks the tension as it appears at the portal opening and you watch as Eddie visibly relaxes a the sight and sound of the boy. It's a comfort knowing Eddie had someone he was truly at ease with in your absence. You all venture into his bedroom and it's a familiar sight you've missed so much. It's wall to wall Eddie. His posters, his guitars, his bedsheets and clothes and... you spot something crumpled on the floor. 

'Urm Nance...'

She whips around to meet you, 'Yeah?'

'Did you say you think this place... this version of Hawkins was stuck in 83?'

She nods, 'Yep, pretty much. 6th November 83, the day Will went missing... why?'

You point to what caught your eye.

'Guess I was staying here that night,' you shrug. 

In the corner, next to the side of the bed Eddie usually sleeps on his a pile of your clothes. A small black satin dress, a matching set of pink lace underwear and a pair of black ankle boots. You'd forgotten you ever owned any of it, not having seen them in years. You're oblivious to Eddie's reaction to seeing what you point at, his cheeks redden, eyes wide as he gulps. Everyone stares at him but you, who starts to tie up sheets to use as a ladder between portals. 

Eddie coughs and manages to stutter out, 'Urm, y-yeah... you were here that night...' 

He's grateful that you're too distracted to see his pink cheeks and that his hair is still wet, hiding the beads of sweat surely trickling from his forehead. 

'That's wild, I totally forgot,' you shrug as you walk back into the living room. 

Nancy and Robin eyes shift at Eddie before following you out of the room. Steve stays and takes in Eddie's nervous appearance, 

'What the fuck dude?' His eyebrows raise, baffled as to what he just witnessed. 

Eddie shakes his head, 'don't ask...' he sighs and closes his eyes tightly. 

Steve looks over at the pile of clothes and back at the tension in Eddie's face, he attempts to sooth it. 

Batting his arm, Steve smirks 'cute panties though, right?'

Eddie's eyes jump back open, the red of the sky outside reflecting in the brown orbs and he raises his hand to Steve who jumps back in time. 

'Do. Not. Harrington,' he snarls. 

Steve raises his hands in surrender as he backs out the room, attempting to hide a smirk. 

'Alright, alright. Touchy subject, clearly, Munson.' 

Once Eddie is left alone in his bedroom he moves over to the pile of your clothes and lets the satin and lace glide through his fingers. Even in this godforsaken dimension, your smell still radiates from the fibres although mixed with whisky. He carefully folds them, pulls an old suitcase out from under his bed and opens it. In there are treasures, pictures of his Mom, song lyrics, old picks, gig tickets and birthday cards. He delicately places your clothes in there. Had the Upside Down mirrored his bedroom as it was now in 1986, your clothes would still be there folded perfectly in his box of treasures. 

It had been easy to slot into the group who'd been protecting your best friend in your absence. The Harringtons ran in the same circles as your Grandmother, many a ridiculous social event you and Steve had sought each other out to sit in the corner together. Robin although a couple years younger, had been interested in art like you so you'd run into each other in the art classrooms. Nancy had always been on a level above her peers, taking several of your senior classes despite being a sophomore. As for the kids, particularly Dustin, it was easy to connect with people who saw just how special Eddie was. You'd made it out of the portal and back into the real world. Your eyes scanned round the group of your new friends and allies. As you huddled together in the Max's trailer, plotting how to defeat Vecna you knew there'd been one ally you had yet to recruit - your Grandmother. Nancy had scavenged all the information she could on Vecna; from Victor Creel to Henry himself but there was one source of Hawkins history that hadn't been tapped into. Your Gran was born into a very wealthy founding family of Hawkins, it's story was her own. 

Earlier as you had clung to Eddie as you entered the Upside Down, across town your Gran sat at the back of the townhall listening to her community descend into madness. There were things in Hawkins they could never understand yet she had long suspected. Since childhood she felt the darkness infiltrate the streets she walked and the air she breathed. In 1959 a neighbour at the end of her street passed away leaving the home to his great niece and her family - The Creels. The events that happened in that house confirmed everything your Gran had ever theorised about Hawkins - it was cursed. Every detail she was able to piece together from neighbourhood gossip, police reports and the tales her daughter (your Mom) had told of the siblings Henry and Alice Creel that she had attended school with. All of it brought her to the conclusion that there was something that existed beyond what we understand. Then there was the Laboratory. It had appeared not long after the Second World War, her father some how involved in its funding and formation. She didn't know much about her father's work and that was by his own design, all she knew was that it wasn't savoury - nothing good ever paid so well. Often in the middle of the night she'd be awoken by the phone ringing, usually within ten minutes of the call she would hear her father leaving the house, she knew it meant something had gone wrong at the lab.

By the 50s, she sensed whatever was occurring at the lab had intensified as her father was pulled out of retirement and the atmosphere of Hawkins blackened further. Anytime she visited, her mother would inform her he was either out or shut away in his office with the men in black hats. Then after the Creel murders happened, something shifted in her father. He looked paler, gaunter, his eyes hollowed and empty, as if he were in a constant state of having seen a ghost. That is when she decided for sure whatever happened at Creel House was beyond human as was what occurred in the confines of Hawkins Lab. By 1960 her father had died and she sensed decades of harbouring these secret horrors finally took its toll on his body. As time went by, the Creel family faded to an urban legend within the town, everyone blissful to forget beside your Gran.

Then the events of 83 occurred, a boys dead body found one minute then he returns the next, unexplained deaths and increased activity at the lab. To her, all of it screamed cover up, something she could imagine her father hatching up in his office with the men in black hat. Since then incidents only continued, each more bizarre than the last and always haphazardly explained. Now she found herself here listening to her town finally realising none of this was normal and her completely missing the mark. Blaming it on satanism and cults, blaming on a boy she viewed as a grandson. A boy she knew was innocent. 

After convincing the group your Gran would understand, you found yourself pulling up to her house - your house. Steve and Dustin accompanied you to knock on as the rest of them stayed in the camper van Eddie had stolen. The door opened to your Gran's smiling face and after everything you'd learnt over the past couple of days, you just needed to be in her arms and comforted by the only real parent you'd ever had. Her arms instantly wrapped round you, her delicate hands stroking your back and hair soothingly like you were a child all over again. Soft kisses were placed at the crown of your head. 

'You came home to help Eddie, didn't you?' She murmured. 

'He didn't do it, Gran. I swear,' you couldn't help the sob that escaped you. 

She takes your face in her hands and instantly the smile on her face soothes your worries. 

'I know, of course he didn't. It's our Eddie we're talking about.' 

Our Eddie. It makes you smile just how deeply apart of each other's existence you are. 

Your Gran frees you and turns to your friends, waving them in. 

'Hello Steve and young man, you are?'

'Dustin, ma'am!' 

His formality makes your Gran smirk. 

'Okay Dustin, well come on in boys and you can just call me Ruby.'

The three of you follow your Gran into her sitting room and instantly you all scramble to fill her in from Will's disappearance to the present day. All she does is nod and occasionally close her eyes, her hands clasped together. 

'Ma'a- Ruby... do you believe us? I know it sounds ridic-' Dustin stammers but your Gran raises her hand and cuts him off. 

'I knew it. Finally. An entire lifetime I knew there was something wrong with Hawkins and thank god you kids finally worked it all out.'

Steve and Dustin look between each other blinking, shocked at her total belief and lack of questions. You just smile, you knew she'd understand it all if not be completely thrilled she finally had answers to decades of questions. The clap of her hands and her bejewelled rings clinking together gets the boys attention. 

'So,' she grins, 'what's the plan? What do you need from me?' 

So now you find yourself with a full plan to defeat Vecna ready to be enacted. All of you split into separate groups: Max, Lucas and Erica at the Creel House, Robin, Nancy and Steve at the Upside Down alternative and you sitting at the edge of the portal in Eddie's trailer as he and Dustin lower themselves into the Upside Down side. All of you armed by weapons funded by your Gran. It infuriated you to be left on the outside as Eddie threw himself into danger but they'd all argued they needed someone at the portal, ready to help them through and to hand if something went wrong in either world. Eddie had to unlatch your grip from his hand, he kissed your head as he whispered,

'You can't always be the one saving me, sweetheart.'

The words made you feel sick, it was alien to not be by Eddie's side to protect him. You wait alone and anxious, picking at an abandoned flannel of Eddie's you found on the sofa next to you. Finally, the silence is broken by Robin's crackle through the walkie,

'Initiate Phase 3.'

'Understood Buckley, Phase 3 about to be initiated,' both Eddie and Dustin's voices chirp through the speaker. 

Hearing his voice alone allows you the breathe a little easier until you realise now it's really happening, now is where the trouble begins. 

Within minutes you begin to feel the vibrations from the amps on the other side and Eddie's guitar kicks in. A grin spreads over your face as you lean further to the portal to listen closer. Master of Puppets. You can't help but chuckle, of course your best friend chose to defeat an inter-dimensional monster with Metallica. Ever since its release he'd been dedicated every spare moment to practising it. Multiple scheduled calls were missed because he'd become so absorbed in attempting to perfectly repeating the chords but you understood, his passion just another thing you loved about him. When he did remember, he often put you on loudspeaker as he continued to try and master the solo. But it was hard to talk when you could picture him sat on the edge of his bed, calloused fingers burning as he repeated notes until it was flawless, the veins in his hands, neck and arms protruding as he tensed and his tongue poking out like it always did when he concentrated hard. However none of the times you'd heard him had he played like this.

Through dimensions you could hear the passion he was playing with, you knew his entire being was being forced into this song and it showed, every note flawless. When you closed your eyes you could picture him stood on the roof, wind whipping round his curls, his body rippling in movement with the guitar and the sleeves of his leather jacket taught and crinkled with his movements. It killed you to be missing his most mental performance yet. The wretched screeches of the bats pulled you from your longing and made your heart rate pick up. The plan had worked clearly but now that meant they were making a beeline for Eddie. The image of seeing the bats lunging at Steve's body earlier made your stomach churn. The thought of Eddie... your legs were already dangling over the edge of the portal when silence fell. Time ticked slowly and it all felt wrong. You grabbed for your walkie,

' Dustin?' You panted, 'what's going on? Why is it quite?'

Silence. No response. It was all too quite. 

You hurled yourself through the portal, crashing onto the mattress you'd peacefully curled up on with Eddie so many times. You wished that's where you really were now, asleep bedside him and having the worst dream of your life. But you weren't. You stumbled to your feet and wrenched open the trailer door. The sky was darker than earlier, now a deep crimson with murky clouds and crackling lightening. Dustin stood nervously not far from the trailer... without Eddie. 

'What the fuck is going on?' you hissed. 

'He's gone rogue...' Dustin whispered, his eyes wide and you looked in the direction of his stare. 

The bats were silent because they'd been occupied with chasing Eddie who was fleeing away from the trailer. 

'What the hell is he doing?! You were supposed to play then get in the fucking trailer!' You scowled. 

'Th-they were too quick! We couldn't get from the roof to the door so he started running, s-so I could get in safely,' Dustin's bottom lip was trembling. 

You couldn't be mad at him, this screamed of Eddie's recklessness. You reached out and squeezed Dustin's shoulder. 

'Please, please, get inside. Get upside and safe. I'll deal with him.'

Dustin nods and begins to back up the stairs to the trailer. 

You're furious at Eddie's recklessness. Enraged he'd risk himself like this, make Dustin witness and risk leaving you. His figure continues to flee into the distance on a bike. You march closer, standing safely away from the trailer door which Dustin has finally retreated through. 

'EDWARD FUCKING MUNSON,' you bellow, 'WHAT PART OF THE FUCKING PLAN IS THIS?'

Your voice booms through the desolate land, bouncing off the tinny trailers and catching not only Eddie's attention but the bats. All of them screeching to a halt. 

'GET INSIDE NOW!' Eddie shouts back. 

He should know how stubborn you are, you stomp forward and you can see him shaking his head and flapping his arms encouraging you to move. 

'NO YOU FUCKING IDIOT! GET HERE NOW. WHERE IN THE PLAN DID WE DECIDE TO PLAY HUMAN SACRIFICE?' the anger inside you has completely erupted, you cannot believe how stupid he'd be. The rage is blinding you that all you can see is Eddie's frustrated figure and not the bats who are beginning to be lured by your echoing voice. 

'YOU SCARED DUSTIN! YOU SCARED ME! THIS IS NOT D&D, THIS IS NOT A FANTASY TO PLAY THE HERO! GET. INSIDE. NOW.' 

Some how your voice has grown even louder, Eddie has never heard you neither this loud nor angry. It's terrifying but what scares him more is how you've completely backfired his plan. The bats are now hurtling towards you and you're oblivious, still screeching at him. 

'Y/N be careful! They're coming your way now, for fucks sake!' 

Finally you process the world around you beside Eddie and see the black mass of bats now turned and flapping in your direction. Frantically, you spin to find the nearest weapon at your disposal. A shot gun sits propped up against the railings of the trailer and you skid over grabbing it. Cocking it, you're never more grateful for a ridiculous upbringing that resulted in you learning to shoot clay pigeons. 

Eddie's eyes bulge as he watches you shoot down the bats like it was second nature. His fingers grip at his hair knowing there's more bats than bullets and they're a lot faster than the gun. 

'Crazy bitch,' he mutters and he assesses his surroundings, 'couldn't just let me protect her for once.' 

He spots the wire for the amp dangling off the roof of the trailer and speeds back off towards it, hoping the guitar works again. 

The bats are dropping one by one but they continue to close in on you. They block your view and you pray for once in his life Eddie Munson has made a sensible decision and gone inside... but alas you were wrong. 

The amp screeches back to life and the bats flinch at the noise pivoting again back towards Eddie. Your fingers grip tight on the gun as you see him clearly now, round the side of the trailer across from you, calloused fingers causing his guitar to break through the noise again. Motherfucker, you think. 

You try to shout again to get the bats back to you but your voice is now hoarse and incomparable to the volume of the amps. 

The gun blasts to life again as you attempt to shoot down the swarm that is spiralling round Eddie but it's futile. The bats appear to have tripled in number. A darkness whispers through your mind it's no use. 

Tears trickle at the panic that's coursing through your veins, you attempt to move towards him but your legs are trembling and the shaking slows down the number of shots you can fire. As your arms lower, bullets all spent, you can finally hear his song. It's not Metallica now but your favourite and now the tears flood your waterline. Hot on your skin and completely obscuring the view of Eddie. 

Eddie watches you try to stumble nearer through the gaps between the beasts that swirl around him. He's stuck in the eye of a demonic tornado. He's the unlikely hero attempting to save princess who can only succeed at a cost. Your life is worth much more, he believes that to his core. But for once he thinks he can finally call himself a hero, protecting you for once instead of vice versa. Eddie is sure he has them all of the bats to his attention now, safely away from you. No need to play anymore he stops and lifts his guitar, swinging it round his head like a baseball bat. The bats screech and their blood splatters against his face each time he catches another. It's exhausting, another appearing in place of any he strikes. His arms and lungs ache. 

'Don't...' he gasps, 'you dare fucking hurt her. Don't...'

One bat manages to side sweep him, the sharp tail taking his legs out from under him. Eddie crashes to the floor and all he sees is black, the swarm entirely filling his line of vision. Over their screeches he can barely hear you cry his name. He groans as hot punctures strike at him repeatedly. The bats are quick to shred his pre ripped jeans and the thin cotton of his t-shirt. His trusty leather jacket providing him an armour that it had already done since the day you bought it for him. There's not point fooling himself, Eddie knows the hot trickles he feels down his torso and legs is his own blood. He closes his eyes, I'm really fucking tired he thinks. 

 Scarlet thunder cracks brutally through the blackened sky. Once, twice, three, four times. The bats instantly screech and drop fast and hard. Their bodies thumbing to the ground, the shield drop and revealing Eddie lying there motionless. Your scream pierces the silence, feet crunching over the dust and bodies to get to him. 

'Eddie,' you're barely able to croak as you take in the sight before you. 

His t-shirt tattered, gashes littering his sides as hot red pulses out of them and an unholy rate. Your heart and stomach plummet. Dropping to your knees by his side you rip off your sweater. Pushing it against the blood flow. A sharp gasp escapes Eddie and whilst you hate to hurt him, you're so pleased to hear a noise. 

'Teddy, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry. I need to stop the bleeding okay?' 

His eyes are drooping heavily, his chest raising faintly. You cradle his face, stroking away his hair and letting your forehead fall to his. 

'W-why did you do that?' you sob

Eddie wheezes attempting to answer and your hand goes to sooth him, stroking his neck. 

'C-couldn't... let... them...hurt you,' he splutters, blood splattering out his mouth. It's bad.You shake your head and try to protest but he muscles the strength to take take your hand in is. 

'You'd h-have... done the same,' he smiles. 

Even with bloody smeared over his face he is the most beautiful human you've ever seen. 

'Yeah... I would've,' you chuckle between sniffs. 

You heart cracks, his eyes droop closed and his body feels cooler each second. 

'Please, please stay awake Teddy. Please,' you're begging, tears streaming down into his neck where you've buried your face. The hand he had taken yours in shifts, managing to tangle into a lock of your hair. Your eyes shut blissfully at the touch, you never want him to stop touching you even if he's never touched you in all the ways you want. Eddie's throat croaks again and push up to look at his face. 

'Through,' he coughs again, more blood splatters out, 'space and time, yeah? Sweethea...' 

Eddie's eyes finally fluttered closed and then fingers than had been clutching your hair slack. If he goes knowing you're safe and you're the last thing his eyes ever got to enjoy and your skin was the final thing he got to touch, then that's a pretty good way to go. 

 Your own heart stops as you scan his face. Fingers clutching at the sides of his face, shaking him. Harder and harder. 

'Eddie?' you welp.  

'EDDIE?!' you grip at the scuffed leather.

No response. No movement. The blood that had been gushing from him has stilled. You throw your body over his. Face buried into his bloody chest, careless to its stains. 

'Don't you dare fucking leave me Edward Munson. I don't know how to exist without you, I don't think I do exist without you,' you whisper through a fresh wave of sobs. 

Your fingers find his pick necklace and you press your lips to it. 'Please, Teddy. I'm so in love with you. Please.' 

When Dustin finds you, quickly followed by Steve, Robin and Nancy, they gasp at the sight before them. You're curled up on Eddie's body, when they tug you away, you're covered in as much blood as Eddie. Collectively they carry him, your hand never leaving his. 

Once top side, they lay Eddie in back of Steve's car. You crawl in beside him and the gang look mournful as they watch Steve reverse, speeding away to the hospital. You're completely oblivious to the world outside of yours and Eddie's bodies. Steve let's tears seep as he keeps his eyes on the road, determined to pretend he can't hear the way you confess your love to Eddie. Whatever happens, he thinks, I'll never mention I heard that. 

A group of people haul Eddie out the backseat and into the hospital, you chasing frantically. Determined to never let him out of your sight. The doctors and nurses look in horror as they assess his injuries, petrified as to what could cause such unholy damage. You screech at them to stop as they cut away his clothes,

'Don't... don't rip that!' You cry as you take Eddie's leather jacket off for him. Steve and a nurse stroke your back as your carefully take off every ring, bracelet and necklace. Pressing a kiss to his buckles when you remove the final one. To the staff you must look like a distraught wife, you could only dream. The nurse tugs you away,

'Please honey, you have to let go of him now if the Doctors have any hope of saving him.' 

Steve takes you into his arms as you begin to cry more. As Eddie is wheeled away, the nurse shakes her head at Steve and mouths 'prepare her for the worst.' He nods, pulling you now over to the sofa and laying you down. 

Steve watches trying to stifle his own tears now as he sees you cover your body in Eddie's leather jacket and place each of his rings on yourself. As your exhausted eyes flutter closed, he witnesses you bring the rings to your lips. All of it means so much more now, Steve realises. You were completely in love with Eddie Munson. 

The Time Before

2,592 words

an: This is my first time writing, so please be kind!

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of smoking, mentions of disease, hospitals, cats (?), angst, sadness (Let me know if I missed anything!)

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Wayne Munson classifies his life into two parts. The separator is that one fateful night that his young nephew was dropped at his front door in the middle of the night by a teary-eyed mother who offered a promise of her return. This marker leaves two pieces; the time during Eddie, and the Time Before.

The Time Before is not something that Wayne likes to talk about. The Time Before was so far away now it didn't seem real. If he thought about it too much, he would question if he hadn't just dreamed up the whole thing. But no; it was real. All of it.

He had a child, Lisa. Lisa was now just another memory from the Time Before; what seemed to be someone else's life. Someone else's child. She was happy: little blonde pigtails springing from the sides of her head, soft cotton clothes so small he couldn't believe that any human could start out that tiny. He could still remember the smell; god, the smell. It was baby powder and springtime. That's the way he remembers it. He was so careful about smoking around her, too; he didn't want her to smell like an ashtray. He would only smoke outside when she wasn't there so that the smell of tobacco wouldn't stick to her clothes or hair.

Lisa's mama was a one-night escapade; the kind of thing that's great in the moment and never happens again. After getting home from 'Nam in the early 60s, he and his buddies indulged in the nightlife that they missed out on during their stints. He never even knew her name. But when the baby was left on his doorstep with a small bag of supplies and a note for explanation, Wayne worried. He had never planned on having kids. He didn't know if he could give this little girl the life she needed. But he tried.

He had no idea what he was doing, but as she grew he realized that he must've done something right. She was talkative by the time she turned three; ever the conversationalist. He beamed as he realized she got that from him. In fact, she got most of her traits from him; her musky blue eyes, her eagerness to move, her inability to sit still. He knew that was going to be a problem once she started school, but goddamnit, he didn't care. In his eyes, she could do no wrong.

It lasted five years. Five years of trips to the park. Five years of ice cream runs. Five years of little grabby hands that were telling him, 'Pick me up, Dad, please?' Five years of her short little giggles that were so contagious that even after she dumped all the baking flour onto the floor and made a snow angel, he couldn't be mad. He was never mad at her for long.

But, unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. Wayne knew that. But he always thought that he would be the first to go. That it would last longer than it did.

When Lisa woke him up for the third time crying in the night, he thought it would be fine. He convinced himself it would all be fine. She had been sick for the past three days. It looked like a typical cold; she was running a fever, coughing, sneezing. But it had gotten worse in the last few hours; she was waking up to puke. She had so far thrown up three times in the last hour. She was complaining that her stomach hurt. He was trying to get her to calm down and go to sleep. But she kept crying, saying her stomach hurt.

When he ran into her room for the third time that night and flipped on the light, he knew something was really wrong. Her hands we clammy as they grabbed at him, holding onto his arm tightly, and her skin... a sinking feeling grew in his chest as he realized that her skin had grown jaundiced and pale. The small girl would shake in his arms every time she coughed, sobs racking through her body as she moaned and clutched her stomach.

He knew he had to do something. She was getting worse by the second, drifting away in his arms. He wouldn't let that happen. He scooped her up in a blanket and brought her out to the car, laying her on the front bench seat next to him and holding her as close to him as possible. She had stopped crying by the time he had pulled out of the driveway, her breathing shaky and forced. He knew he was repeating the words, 'Don't worry, Lisa, you're gonna be okay. Daddy's got you, don't worry, you're gonna be okay,' but he couldn't actually hear himself. It all felt so far away, and the sound of her labored breath seemed to ring in his ears.

He was thanking the lord that there was no one on the roads because he was pushing his truck as fast as it could go. he was desperately clinging to the small girl as he tried to remember the way to the hospital.

As they pulled up to the emergency room and he threw the truck into park, he knew. He could feel the loss. In the back of his mind, he knew that it was too late. But he was determined that it wouldn't be true. It wouldn't end that fast. He already had her backpack at home, and he was planning on surprising her with it next week. She was set to start school in two weeks, and he had bought all the school supplies he thought she would need. The backpack was blue, her favorite color, with little stars and moons all over the whole thing. It already held a pencil case filled with colored pencils and erasers, a lunchpail that matched the backpack, and three Dr. Seuss books that he was gonna start reading to her. Maybe she would even start reading them.

But all his hopes were thrown out the window the minute that he walked into the emergency room. He watched as his little girl was put on a stretcher, her tiny body not even taking up half of it. She looked so frail as the doctors and nurses wheeled her down the hallway, the fluorescent lights stinging his eyes. Everyone poked and prodded at her as he ran alongside, holding onto her hand. He rubbed his thumb over the back of her limp hand. He couldn't even hear what the nurses were saying, he just kept telling her, 'It's gonna be okay, baby, I'm here.'

He was sitting in the waiting room, watching the clock on the wall. The doctors came out two hours later.

His vision seemed to blend together until everything was just one big mush. He couldn't hear. He doubled over in his chair, feeling the tears fall down his cheeks. Lisa was gone.

They told him it was Viral Hepatitis. Two Words, Six syllables that took his baby girl away.

He had waited too long. He knew it. Maybe if he had just taken her ten minutes sooner, maybe if he had just driven a little faster, maybe if... maybe if... maybe if...

He mourned not only his little girl but the things that she never got to do. She would never go to school. Never drive. Never have another birthday party. Never make friends.

He lost so many experiences with her. He would never get to see her grow up. He would never get to go to a father-daughter dance. He would never get to give her suitors the if-you-hurt-one-little-hair-on-her-head-you-will-never-be-heard-from-again speech, never get to move her into her college dorm, never get to walk her down the aisle.

~~~

After Lisa died, Wayne decided to have her cremated. He knew he had to get out of that house, the reminders of her everywhere. He couldn't stand the idea of not being able to visit his daughter, so he thought he could take her with him and visit her anytime. He might even bury her little urn somewhere close, just out of respect for the dead.

He cleaned out the house, packing all of Lisa's things that he wanted to keep into a small box. He took all the pictures off the walls and his clothes, loaded them all up in his old pickup truck, and made the dive all the way to Indiana.

~~~

Even though he had started off strong in the new trailer, he couldn't seem to adjust. He didn't eat, didn't go outside, and didn't sleep. Every time that he wore himself down enough to pass out on the couch, he would only get about 2 hours before having another set of dreams about Lisa. He would wake up in cold sweats with tears running down his face. And the worst part? He couldn't even remember the dreams. Just the fact that they were about her.

He was miserable in this new town. He didn't even think about looking for a job for the first two weeks, but as money started to disappear, he had to look through the Help Wanted section of the newspaper.

He'd also decided that after Lisa, he needed something else to take care of. So he got a cat. He didn't know why he needed a cat; a dog would have been a lot more sensible. A dog can watch over you and protect you; maybe he could've even trained it to go hunting with him. But he decided to buy a cat. It was a tiny black ball of fur that he named Flopsy because one ear flopped down like a Bunny rabbit while the other one stayed up.

That cat was one of the best things that ever happened to Wayne. When he felt lonely, it was almost like she could sense it. She would curl up in his lap or on his chest and lay there, just keeping him company, as he watched the television.

~~~

It wasn't even six months later when there was a knock at the door. He had just finished a cigarette (he had since thrown out the rule of only smoking outside) and was finally starting to nod off when a sharp knock at the door brought him back to consciousness and he went to answer it.

In those six months, Wayne had tacked down and managed to hold on to a job at the mechanics shop two miles down the road. He was good with cars, his entire childhood was spent with his father, who was the most professional (and honestly-priced) mechanic in the entire state of Georgia. His father had taught him and his brother, Alfred, whom they all called Al, everything there was to know about cars, and it was one of the only things the man could remember the ins and outs of to this day.

When he pulled open the door, his eyes immediately danced over the figures outside. It was so dark out that he couldn't see their faces, but he could tell that one was a woman, just shy of his own height, and a small boy, at least ten, huddled behind the woman's leg. When his vision finally adjusted to the dark of the night, he recognized the face of Vivianne, his brother's wife.

Al Munson was a screwy guy, as Wayne used to say. He and his brother were polar opposites. Their father always used to say that Al had less sense than God gave a goose, and he was just about right. Al had landed himself in jail five times before he was even eighteen, and it only got uglier from there.

Al had started to mess around with Vivianne when they had just graduated high school. And she was so blind to his actions that she stayed with him, even at the advice not to from her soon-to-be brother-in-law. They had a baby a few years before Wayne, but he was still fighting in Vietnam at that time and hadn't heard anything about a child until now.

When Vivianne sat down at his kitchen table, her face covered in tears and snot, she explained that Al was going to put her in the ground. She knew it. It had been a long time coming (Al wasn't always the most even-tempered guy) but it wasn't until she had the baby that she started taking his abuse seriously.

"I don't care about what happens to me anymore, I've made my bed and now I have to lie in it. But I couldn't stand to see that little boy get left alone with his father. He would kill him, I'm sure he would."

Wayne recognized what she needed before she even asked. "I'll take him."

He didn't think about his answer; he didn't think about all the things he'd need to do, he'd need to buy a bed and clothes and food that was healthy and be able to keep a watchful eye on a new child. But somewhere deep in his heart, he wanted to take care of a kid. He thought that if he could make a difference in even one child's life, he should. For Lisa.

Vivianne left the trailer with the promise to return soon (one Wayne never believed would come to fruition), and Wayne went over to the couch and sat by the young boy. Flopsy, the cat, had taken an interest in the kid and was sitting up next to him, staring at him. The child seemed nervous, holding his bag in his lap and sitting straight up in his seat, which couldn't have been easy due to the plush cushions on the couch that seemed to want to swallow you up every time you sat down.

"Her name's Flopsy," Wayne announced, picking her up and placing her on his lap. "Do you want to pet her?" he asked softly, looking at the boy. He made no reply, just slowly moved his hand over her soft head. Flopsy immediately started purring, and the sound startled the boy, making him snatch his hand away. "No, no, no, that means she likes it. She makes that noise when she's happy," Wayne tried to explain, but the boy's fears of the cat had returned.

They sat in silence for a long while, the only thing making noise being Flopsy, who was meowing softly to be fed. Wayne eventually got up from the couch, walked to the kitchen, and refilled her food bowl. She seemed content, and he moved on to the next problem at hand: where the boy was going to sleep tonight. Wayne had an extra room where he had stored some junk when he first moved in and never got the chance to clean it out, but there was no extra bed in there. He was also not going to make the kid sleep on the couch, so he went into his own bedroom and took the sheets off the bed, replacing them with fresh ones. He cleared his side table ashtray, while he was at it, and a few empty coffee cups that he brought to the sink.

"You can sleep in there tonight, and tomorrow, we'll go out and buy you a bed and some sheets, okay?" Wayne explained to the young boy, pointing a thumb to his bedroom. The child turned to him, looking him in the eyes for the first time since he had arrived, and asked in a meek voice, "How long am I staying here?" Wayne didn't know how to answer this question. To be quite honest, he didn't know. He didn't know if Vivianne was ever going to come back and collect this kid, or if Al would come to take him. Technically, Wayne had no guardianship over him, so Al could come anytime he wanted to. Just the thought of that happening made Wayne shiver. "I don't know, kid. But it'll be good for you to have your own bedroom in case you do stay or if you come and visit," Wayne decided. The child nodded his head slowly, his small mop of curls bouncing along with him.

"What was your name again, kid?" Wayne asked, looking at him, hoping he would answer the question.

"Eddie."

My Aesthetic is Napoleon riding a horse into the wedding

Steve Harrington has Kenergy

hey (with the intention of forcing you to read my favourite books)

the patrick verona to eddie munson pipeline is SO real

Long-haired guitarists are the reason I sleep at night.

I wish my book boyfriends were real 😭

my anger levels normally : 📈📉

my anger levels when ryle called atlas a "homeless guy who lily pity-fucked" : 📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈

I’ve seen a couple before but I’m surprised Eddie Van Halen & Valerie Bertinelli’s pics aren’t used for Eddie Munson more. They’re perfect, a literal goldmine, she was living the y/n life before it was even a thing!

My aesthetic: Leland kicking in doors

Um actually, its called art.

made by me and @groupieformckagan

Judd Nelson in The Breakfast Club walked

So Heath Ledger in 10 Things I Hate About You could run

So Joseph Quinn on Stranger Things could run at the same speed but in a slightly different direction

Perhaps I have a type

I know a lot of you feel like Eddie would be automatically attracted to a fellow metal head or even the overly gorgeous cheerleader type… but for some reason, in my mind, I see him drawn to a soft, warm smiled, ultimate girl next door hippie type. A Stevie Nicks type, if you will. Fashion stuck in the 70s, probably hand me downs from her mother and sometimes her father (let’s be honest, men’s fashion back then was amazing). Turquoise jewelry a stark contrast against the metal chains Eddie wears.

Of course, she’d have to be a music lover too. But maybe their taste is different, but still similar enough to have a connection over it. Like maybe her repertoire expanded from Bob Dylan, to Roberta Flack, to Carole King, to Eagles, to Simon & Garfunkel, to Aerosmith, to Skid Row. I see her as an admirer of all music, maybe even a fellow musician herself, wanting to follow in the footsteps of her idol, Stevie Nicks.

Like their entire relationship is a total personification of the song Leather and Lace.

It. Just. Makes. Sense. To. Me.

the bad shit

billy hargrove x gn!reader

word count: 1,192

warnings: swearing, possible allusions to depression, brief mention of death, a tiny finger injury, comfort

a/n: my brain does not seem to be in a writing mood right now, but i did manage to crank this out. i do enjoy making billy cry, so there’s that. i hope it’s alright! please let me know what you think. i’d really appreciate it. <33

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Billy’s been fidgety since he woke. 

You hear the soft thud of his boots, muffled against the carpet of your bedroom floor. He makes his way towards you and kisses your forehead, knowing you’re probably too sleepy for a real kiss this early.

He doesn’t tell you how badly he needs one—that his hands are shaking with it. Though he doesn’t need to tell you. 

You’d heard his alarm clock go off, felt him stay in bed longer than usual, glimpsed him rubbing his face on the way to the bathroom. He hadn’t wanted to get up. Not one bit. 

And even though you can feel sleep calling you, feel the way it presses at your eyes, the way the warmth of the bed pulls you in—you sit up. 

Billy’s closer to the door now, but he hears you shuffle, and he’s quick to move back to you. 

“You need to sleep, baby.”

But your hands are already on his cheeks, and then you’re kissing him, shutting him up and telling him you’re right here. And you’ll be right here when he gets home from work. You’ll be a phone call away if he needs you during his shift. 

“I’ll walk you out,” you say, and your tone informs him that there’s no room for arguments.

You hook your fingers in his belt loops as you push off the bed, hoping that this will keep your half-asleep form from slamming into the wall. 

You kiss Billy again on the stoop, even if he is berating you for being barefoot in the cold. You watch him walk to the car, catch the way his fingers fumble with the keys, the way he doesn’t even have it in him to slam the door shut. 

He waves at you from behind the steering wheel.

“I love you,” you mouth, blowing a kiss. He’s quick to catch it in his hand, gesturing so that he’s tucking it away in his pocket for later. He responds just as he always does, but you can tell he’s still sleepy. 

That he’s tired. 

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You aren’t home when Billy gets back to the house. There’s a note on the counter in your sweet scrawl, telling him that you ran out to pick up dinner. Eating at all had completely slipped his mind. 

Billy’s just having a day. He’d wanted to stay home but couldn’t, and not only has he been fidgety, unable to focus for want of home, of you, but his thoughts are getting the better of him. They’re suffocating. Telling him he’s not good enough for you, that he’s a waste of time—of your time. That he should’ve died like he was supposed to in that fucking mall. 

And he knows it isn’t true. He knows that you loved him before any of that, when he was just being an asshole, when he was just pissed that he’d had to move. And you love him now, even when he has bad days like this. 

But his head. His mind. It tells him otherwise. It fights and it claws and it screams at him. And today he is losing that fight, letting his mind yell and tear at him. 

Billy tries to distract himself and wash the dishes, but he only gets so far before he drops something and almost breaks it, before he cuts his finger on a knife he put in the damn sink. After that he tries to find a band-aid but spills all of them on the floor, and the first one he opens gets stuck on the wrapper and he can’t use it. 

Once he does secure the pink bandage around his pinky, he goes to clean up his mess and hits his head on the counter. He tries to change clothes and trips, gets his belt loop stuck on a drawer handle. 

“God fucking dammit.”

After that one he gives up and throws himself on the kitchen floor, choosing a beer with a pull tab rather than a cap for fear he might actually hurt himself and bleed out.

He hears the sound of you locking your car, the door squeaking when you open it, and he knows he should’ve gotten up to help you, but he just couldn’t. He starts to cry. 

“Billy? Where’s my baby?” 

The sound of your voice causes him to hiccup, and you’re on the floor in front of him in a matter of seconds. 

He’s covering his face with his hands, and you know then that the day must’ve gotten the better of him. 

“Hey, let me see you. It’s okay, honey, I’m right here.”

Billy looks up at you, lashes clumped together with tears, nose red and lips all swollen. He looks so frustrated with himself, so beat, that you ache for him. 

He wishes he was stronger. That he wasn’t breaking down in the middle of the kitchen, but you told him once that it’s okay to have bad days. That you're always going to be there on the worst ones. 

He puts the beer down the moment you hold your arms out, crawling into your lap and burying his face in your chest. You don’t care that he’s heavy or that you’re not entirely sure you’re getting any air in your lungs. You care that he’s letting go and that he’s showing you this vulnerable part of himself. 

Billy cries, he weeps, against you for what seems like forever. But you don’t mind. You only want him to feel better. You rub his back, play with his hair, anything to soothe him just that little bit. 

When he’s finished, when he’s caught his breath, he pulls away. His cheeks are pink and you’re sure he’s berating himself for having just sobbed like that. He’s sitting on his knees, fingers scratching at the freckled skin of his arms. He looks young like this. Lost.

“Was it just a bad day? Or is it the bad shit?” 

That is Billy code for I’m spiraling and I need help. For I’m having a hard time and I can’t do it alone. I don’t know how to say it. 

You established that little code pretty early on in your relationship, knowing it would be helpful in getting Billy to talk about his feelings with you. 

“The bad shit,” he tells you. 

“It’s not true,” you say. “Whatever your head is telling you today, it’s not true. Not today, not ever. You gotta say it for me, okay?”

He gives you the barest shake of his head before he pauses and tries to steel himself so that he can do it. He doesn’t want to let you down. 

“It’s not true.”

You grin at him. “Right. And you’re a badass. And we’re gonna eat dinner, and then we’re gonna talk it out, and then we will lay down. And maybe I’ll scratch your back for you.”

Billy nods. He hates that his breath catches at that, that the offer brings him pure, unadulterated joy. 

“Okay.”

He can do that. He knows he can offer that much. 

Because he is a badass. And he can try for you. For himself. 

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please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

tagging: @clovermunson

Reblog if you're not homophobic

Every url that reblog’s will be written in a book and shown to my homophobic dad. 

Oh my gosh my little gay heart <3

rockstar eddie having a lesbian daughter just makes so much sense 🥹 like yeah he really would!

RIGHT!!! Its just meant to be!!! Someone sent a request for her coming out story and I'll do that in full eventually!

Eddie loves it when Sloane comes out as a lesbian, he calls her his hero, he thinks she's the bravest person on earth. He's extra protective of her, she is his first born and can't deny he's thrilled he'll never have to deal with shitty boyfriends leering at her. Although he's bisexual, Eddie wants to make sure he can be there in every way when Sloane needs advice so is quick to approach Robin. They go for lunch where Robin can teach him a course in Sapphic 101. He wants to make sure he can still provide support and advice in all the ways he could if his daughter was dating men. Robin tells him all about safe sex, the best lesbian bars and places to find support like books and communities. He absorbs it all.

Sloane has always been outgoing and fearless, she isn't shy about her sexuality so Eddie is so shamelessly open in supporting her. A lesbian flag sticker is quick to appear on his guitar. When she's older and coming in from nights out, Eddie loves staying up with her to hear all the latest gossip from the girls. Who is sleeping with whose ex, whose got together? Eddie can't deny it, he loves the drama.

“You’d spent a year in a state of near hyperventilation ruminating on how he’d be alone, without you to protect him but more worryingly, you would be without him - the one person you loved most in every way.”

UGGGH OH MY GOD this is getting too personal

Your writing is just *chefs kiss*

finally, it's here. my first real series. loosely based on the film love, rosie. it's a devastatingly slow burn and full of angst and longing. i hope you guys enjoy.

after the events of season four, your best friend eddie munson moves on leaving you behind, in love with him and concealing a secret you never hope he discovers.

follow #enam3l love lola

At age 8 you met Eddie Munson for the first time and you were sure he was the prettiest person you'd ever seen. Your Grandmother had visited a womens refuge to drop off old clothes, pots, pans, things she owned but didn't need. There she had spotted a young woman, beautiful with cascading brown curls but a panicked look on her face and tears on the brink of falling. Attached to her leg was a boy, wide eyes anxiously scanning the alien surroundings. Drawn in by the sweet boy who looked your age, your grandmother approached the woman.

Over the next hour she had learnt their history and their circumstances. Within the next two hours your Gran took advantage of her own means to develop a plan for the pair. By that evening your dinner table had two extra settings arranged. No longer just you and your Grandmother, you were now joined by Eva Munson, your new housekeeper and her son - Eddie - who from under his mop of dark curls assessed you across the grand dining table with big bright eyes, the colour of the special chocolates you were only given at Christmas. He was pretty and precious like the delicate porcelain dolls you were only allowed to gaze at in your Grandma's reading room and you instinctively wanted so badly to take care of him. 

At age 11 and on the cusp of puberty, you realised Eddie Munson was not just pretty like a flower or doll, he was beautiful and kind like the unexpected saviour of a fairytale. With three years of best friendship under your belt, you understood that Eddie was not like any boy or even man you had ever met. He was not selfish or cruel like your father and he wasn't obnoxious and boring like the sons of your Grandmother's fancy friends, who until Eddie arrived, you had been stuck amongst. He was endlessly interesting, you could listen to him all day although he wouldn't allow that, always insisting on hearing your ideas too. Eddie had once asked you why your favourite book was Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. With a wicked smile you had replied because those spoilt children got their comeuppance and you could only dream about that happening to the many Augustus Gloops and Veruca Salts in your life. Slightly downtrodden, Eddie had chuckled glumly, 'I guess I am Charlie, poor and can't believe his luck .' 

Gasping and horrified at Eddie's lack of self belief, you furiously shook your head and began to explain,

'No! You're Willy Wonka. You are brilliant and yes, a little bit mad and no one can appreciate just how special you are.'

At age 14 you decided before anything, now more than ever, you had to be Eddie's sworn protector and you pushed your crush deep into the darkest corner of yourself. The content bubble that for the past five years you had been living in - consisting of yourself, your Grandmother, Eddie and his mom - had been burst. Eddie's mother died. Your best friend, already different by nature began to separate himself further from the world. His eyes became a little sadder. His clothes became darker. His music became angrier and louder. Your games became more complex, rarely concluding with a happy ending. His now shoulder length curls were buzzed. But most importantly you knew at this age, teenagers were getting meaner and you were not long off from starting High School. Whilst your heart ached to live out your teenage romance with Eddie, his heart was broken and he was in mourning. Your best friend, already an easy target for bullies, was more vulnerable than ever and protecting his heart was far more important than yours. 

At 17 as you watched Eddie's hair grow longer than ever and him truly come into his own, you had to work harder than ever to ignore it. Painfully aware your bodies were fully developed and hormone filled, you attempted to delude yourself that you weren't achingly in love with your best friend. You distracted yourself with meaningless flings and boyfriends who couldn't hold a candle to Eddie. High School was relatively smooth sailing for you, your respected name courtesy of your Gran gifting a protective shield. The higher echelon of students may not have liked you especially, god knows you loathed them but they respected you. Academia wasn't an issue, you excelled in plenty and even subjects you didn't particularly like or have a talent for, you were still able to do more than satisfactory in. The same couldn't be said for Eddie. You were truly his defender, your presence limiting the hate campaign that built against him. But when you weren't by his side, he was subjected to torment for his hair, his clothes, his passions and his background. Since his mom died, Uncle Wayne took him in and the trailer became his home. Despite Wayne working hard to provide a good and loving home, a trailer was still a red mark against Eddie's name to vapid teens. You were grateful still his warm personality and ability to seek out those in need, resulted in Hellfire Club. Now Eddie had allies. 

At 18 it was clear you would be graduating without Eddie. Whilst you could speak about his talents endlessly, your bestfriend was too creative, thought too abstract for academic life. As you stood on the stage alone, your heart cracked at the thought for the first time in a decade, your best friend wouldn't be by your side. You'd spent a year in a state of near hyperventilation ruminating on how he'd be alone, without you to protect him but more worryingly, you would be without him - the one person you loved most in every way. Realistically he would still have the younger boys from Hellfire but you'd have no one, alone in New York without your comfort blanket. The one fear that ate away at you was now that you were gone, Eddie might fall in love. He'd already developed a few admirers from becoming a local feature of The Hideout with his band Corroded Coffin. 

By 20 you were alone and Eddie-less in New York studying for your second year. He'd again failed to graduate and was on his third attempt. Whilst you loved your degree, the city and new friends it was undeniable it would all improve with his presence. Nearly every night you exchange stories over the phone and attempt to visit but as time passed, schedules became more hectic. With Hellfire and the band occupying the forefront of his mind, you felt like a ghost from his past growing more faint by the day. Each hook up tale from the bar chipped further away at you, each new person in his life pushing you further down his list. You'd ended up with boyfriends you loathed in selfish attempts to fill the Eddie shaped void in your heart.  

Now you're still 20, fearing Eddie won't be joining you in turning 21 in a few months time. He lays there before you, hand under yours and still absent of his inherent warmth. Alabaster skin near void of life, dark circles round his eyes matching the spreading mass of purple bruising across his torso. Already red seeps through the white fibres of fresh bandages. No longer in your arms, where he belongs, Eddie Munson lies in a hospital bed. Unconscious to your words and touch, oblivious of the tears that trickled down your face and splashed over his tattooed forearm. Flittering between life and death before you could even confess you were in love with your best friend. 

“The gang want the traumas of that world to die with them.”

UGGHH on the hecking floor

in rockstar!eddie-verse I know the CIA & shit was heavily involved in the coverup of hawkins & eddie’s past there but do you think eddie would ever open up to reader about everything that went down later in their relationship 👀

maybe it’s always been this guessing game between them about the scars on eddie’s torso where he always teasingly replies with an off the wall answer in which she always rolls her eyes in response to while waving him off

good question! i think i've maybe mentioned it and hinted at it throughout the fics but yes reader 100% knows!

**an added note: honestly i hope this doesn't spoil it but probably more than anything i'll ever write, reader's personality is v much shamelessly based on me so more or less her approach is my approach sorry

Y/N never asks about Eddie's scars because just looking at them she instinctively knows this isn't from a standard accident. As she gets to know the gang more and more, it's undeniable there is something huge that bonds them beyond friendship and she recognises not too dissimilar scars on Steve. By the time they move in together November 89, they've been together ten months and without having to discuss it particularly, they know they're going to spend the rest of their lives together. Eddie explains it all to her by December with the gangs permission.

Eddie can live with the scars since meeting y/n before she even knew their meaning she would delicately kiss them every night. Nowadays they've faded well and are mostly covered by tattoos. The biggest across his chest has yours and your daughters names covering it.

Their kids don't know and unless something happens again with the Upside Down, they'll never know. The gang want the traumas of that world to die with them. Never wanting anyone to continue to be haunted by what they know.

AHHHHH HOLY FREAKING HECK MY HEART

Your writing skills are pure gold. I literally ate your rockstar Eddie posts.

Maybe the next step could be the tour and y/n accompanying Eddie as much as she can. Both living the tour life? And how about a spontaneous wedding when they have a show in Las Vegas? Nothing is more rockstar than a wedding in Las Vegas!

thank you so much!! so Eddie and y/n don't get married until 94 and that fic is coming - don't you worry. but your wish is my command! this is a bonus fic. a huge thank you for 500+ followers. thank you for enjoying everything and being a part of this story.

half the world away (rockstar eddie munson x reader) 4k / fluff / smut / slight angst

a direct follow up to rockstar eddie munson is gonna get the girl and god help anyone who stops him you can see all rockstar eddie x reader stories and lore at #enam3ls rockstar eddie or the masterlist!

Corroded Coffin’s first nationwide tour for their debut album started in New York with a full house. It started the precedent that Corroded Coffin were the must see band of 1989, it's also where you and Eddie parted ways. Much to Eddie’s despair, your work whilst flexible, couldn't allow you to chase your boyfriend round the country in a tour bus. Between weeping tears and desperate kisses, you said goodbye before Eddie got onto the bus, departing New York to complete the East Coast leg of the tour – leaving you behind. For a month you would be apart, only rejoining him in October for the West Coast dates. It was the longest you'd ever been apart since meeting earlier that year in February. Since confessing you were in love with each other over the summer, you could admit your heart ached without him, like part of your soul left on the tour bus with him. Ultimately you were pleased and proud, despite the boys insistence it was okay, you knew this was their first tour and they needed to experience it just the four of them without you crashing. Gareth had pinky promised to look after him and he had.

Before every gig, no matter the time zone, Eddie would call and you'd run through a pre-show ritual you'd developed over the weeks. Before you could ask anything, Eddie  would insist on knowing every detail he was missing; what happened at work that day, what you ate and how you slept. As if he wasn't the one living the adventure. Then in return  he’d recap the night before, how their journey had been, what his review of this city was and what the guys plans for the set were. Tonight’s show was Texas before the band took a week break in California then making their way through the west coast, curving over the top of the country and ending up in Indiana again. You were supposed to meet Eddie in California in a weeks time but some sweet talking to your boss found you on the plane from New York to Austin, Texas. The past month you'd been meeting deadlines early in hopes you could persuade your work to let you finish early and using the California offices before following Eddie on the last leg of the tour. In the months you'd been together you'd discovered one thing; Eddie would do anything for you and loved surprising you. Whether it be as simple as keeping your favourite snacks stocked to cancelling his whole schedule to nurse you when you had tonsillitis to surprising you with your favourite flowers. For once, you wanted to be the one surprising. It had been hard to keep your lips sealed as you heard the broken turn in his voice over the phone when he confessed how much he missed you. It was nearly impossible during last nights phone call when he said he’d call you tomorrow, to not burst into giggles and say he wouldn't need to call. 

Eddie was pacing anxiously as he dialled your number for the fifth time only to again be met with torturous rings. He was cursing himself for not having another way of contacting you, for never getting your work or neighbours number incase of emergency. He felt sick, he had heard your voice twice a day for the last thirty-two days, it's what kept him calm everytime he realised he was on tour and all these people were paying to see him. Your soothing voice was the only thing that helped him feel grounded. He was frantic now, rambling round backstage begging anyone to point him in the direction of another phone incase the one he'd been using was faulty. On his third phone he decided this wasn't technical errors - you weren't there. Eddie stared at the phone as the dead line hummed, the jarring noice only adding to his nausea. His mind raced with possibilities, none of them he liked. 

Were you okay? Had there been an accident? Did you forget? Were you angry at him? 

Eddie hadn't been pushy with the calls, every night he reassured you it was okay if you had plans and couldn't make the call but so far you had everytime without fail. Even when you'd been out you'd found a phone behind the bar, easily charming any staff into letting you use it to call your long distance sweetheart. 

The rest of Corroded Coffin watched anxiously at Eddie’s panicked ranting. They knew exactly why you weren't answering but they'd been sworn to secrecy and didn't want to ruin a surprise that he'd be grateful for in two hours time. Once it was show time Eddie felt awful knowing these fans had used their hard earned money to see him, he'd been there before, saving every penny to see his idols. But instead he could barely hear the music or the audience cheers, all he could picture was you hurt: hit by a taxi, fallen down the stairs, mugged, murdered, somewhere alone and in trouble when he should be there to protect you. There was also another horrifying possibility that nagged at Eddie, despite knowing you'd never believe anything, he couldn't help but fret Carla or someone like her had fed you something to make you angry at him. Eddie is grateful the set list had stayed the same, drilled into him so much that playing was instinctual and any mistakes were hidden by the other guys who could see him chewing his lip out the corner of their eyes. By the time the gig has finished, he's running off stage. Shouting a ‘Sorry man!’ at the roadie he just hurled his guitar at. Gareth is quick on his heels, not wanting him to go awol and miss the surprise. Luckily Eddie is back at the phone, rapidly punching in your number before chewing his nails as he's met again with taunting rings. Gareth carefully approaches, careful not to spook his friend. 

‘Hey bro… I'm sure there's a totally reasonable explanation. Why don't we head back to the bus?’ He attempts to carefully guide Eddie towards the exit but he digs his heavy boots into the ground. 

‘No Gareth! You don't understand! Something is wrong, I know it. I gotta keep trying!’

Gareth sighs, attempting a new tactic. 

‘Well if you get on the bus, you can get to the hotel where you can dial to your hearts content from the room. Right?’ 

Eddie nods his head letting his now red nails find his mouth again as he allows Gareth to tug him along. The rambling continues all the way to the bus door and Gareth is thankful you're not actually in trouble because he's not sure he could cope listening to the improbable situations falling out of Eddie’s mouth such as ‘rats are getting really fucking big in New York now man. What if one got her? What if it came up the fire escape?’ 

They're in the living area of the bus when Eddie tries to double back and return to the venue, 

‘Fuck!’ He whelps, 'shit, I should've called Marissa. Got her to go round and check on y/n. Fuck I gotta go call now!’ 

Gareth swoops round to barricade the door, attempting to block the exit of his friend who towers over him. 

‘Good god man!’ Gareth cries, ‘just go check you've got all your stuff in the room and then we’ll get you to the hotel. There you can call Marissa, the mayor, fuck me, we can even call President Bush and see if he can track her down. 

Eddie groans, scowling at Gareth as he opens the door to the bedroom area. He's puzzled to see a smirk spread over Gareth's face before leaving the bus completely. Brow furrowed, Eddie turns to face into the bedroom and his hand drops from the handle. 

There you are, perfect and in one piece, just as Eddie left you in New York. Your sat on his bunk wearing a new Corroded Coffin t-shirt from the tour and somehow looking more ethereal than ever. Eddie bounds over to you, the force of his steps and the leap onto the bed causing the bus to shake. You're in fits at giggles over his eagerness, Eddie’s face immediately burying his face into the crook of your neck. He's completely flattened you with his chest whilst he straddles you and you can feel wetness on your neck. Eddie looks up at you his hands grasping either side of your head, stroking back your hair and you can see tears escaping his big brown eyes. 

'You're here…’ he barely whispers. 

You smile at your sweet boy, your hands now brushing back his curls and fringe so you can take in the face you missed so much. 

‘Yeah, Eds. I’m here baby.’ 

Slowly the shock and overwhelming emotion leaves his face, replaced by his most smitten grin. He dives back into your neck, smothering all exposed skin in kisses between his confessions. 

‘I…missed…you…so…much…sweetheart…I can't… believe…you're really…here!’ His kisses and curls tickle you. 

‘I missed you too baby. I never even went back to my apartment. Just stayed in yours, needed to be surrounded by all your Eddie-ness.’ 

He's beaming at your sentimentalism until he remembers the panic he was in just minutes ago. Eddie’s face turns into a childish sulk and he begins to bat at you gently for worrying him. 

‘Hey!’ You gasp, ‘what the hells that about!’

‘You scared me! I was so worried! Missed our call! I thought something happened to you’ Eddie moans and you can tell by the look in his eyes how genuinely worried he was. You pull him down to your chest and press kisses to his head.

‘Oh, Eds… I'm so sorry. I didn't think. But I'm here now, yeah? We’re back together now. I needed to see you, couldn't wait any longer.’ 

Eddie peaks up at you and nods and whispers, 'thank you baby, the best surprise I ever got,’ a dark look comes over his eyes and a smirk appears, ‘wish you'd worn nothing but a bow though.’

Later when you arrive at the hotel, Eddie is dragging you to the room. The second you're through the door he's throwing your bags down, manhandling you and throwing you on the bed before crawling on top of you. Your hands roam his body, desperate to reacquaint how he feels under your touch. Eddie’s eyes are closed in complete bliss as you lean up to kiss him. Instantly your lips melt together, craving to taste each other again. You're both desperate as your tongues meet, eager to get as close as possible. You bite Eddie’s lip as you pull yourself apart to catch your breath. 

‘God, I love you,’ he pants. 

'I love you too Eds.’ 

For a while you just look at each other, taking in every little detail of the other that you've missed as hands trail over bodies. 

'Shall we get into bed?’ you sigh contentedly. Eddie nods. 

Eddie’s breath hitches as you appear from the bathroom wearing nothing but a smile. 

‘No pjs sweetheart?’

You shake your head. 'Don't think they'd be staying on long,’ you purr. 

A groan leaves Eddie’s throat and his hands grab for you. 

‘Get. Here. Now.’ 

There's no need for him to persuade you, you're skipping over and straddling him immediately. Every part of you has ached for every part of him for over a month. His lips at immediately on your chest, dotting kisses over your breasts and his fingers run over the curves of your body. You sigh blissfully, feeling relaxed finally now your skin is touching. 

‘Need you Eddie.’

He murmurs in agreement, feeling the growing wetness from your folds through the thin fabric of his boxers. In return you can feel his aching hardness. 

‘Going to fuck your girl good, baby? Like I'm your favourite groupie?’ You chuckle. 

Eddie looks up and the look in his eye makes your heart stop, he looks serious but his chocolate eyes full of so much adoration. 

‘No sweetheart. I'm going to make love to you, make you feel how much I've needed you with me this whole time.’ 

A gasp escapes your lips as he carefully flips you over so you're lying down and he hovers above. Lips reuniting in a deep passionate kiss, inhaling the other. Your fingers pull at his waistband and Eddie sighs as his throbbing cock is freed and you sigh at the sensation of your bodies completely bare against each other. Without realising, you're pushing your hips up to feel his length against you, both of you mewling at the friction. 

Foreheads pressed against each other as you both whimper as you grind against each other. Wetness covering Eddie’s length as he slides between your folds, catching your clit as he makes each movement.

‘Need-need you inside Ed’ you pant. Eddie tries to compose himself so he can form words. 

‘Not… not yet sweetheart. I just - I really need to taste my girl, okay? It's been so long.’ 

You can only nod as he litters kisses down your sternum, between your breasts, your stomach where he licks a stripe down to your belly button and then continues his kisses until he reaches your mound. Eddie doesn't care, he can't resist burying his nose into your triangle of curls. Inhaling your most natural smell, it's soothing, it's like home. It makes you giggle slightly, endeared at how blissed his face is. Your giggle is stifled as your mouth turns into an ‘O’ as Eddie quickly buries his mouth this time into your folds. His wide tongue lapping you with one broad swipe, his face blissed at the taste of you. Then his mouth finds your clit, suckling it causing your head to fall back against the pillows. The sensation alone nearly unravelling a months worth of pent up sexual frustration. Eddie brings his thumb to replace his lips over your bud as he watches the way your hands seek out your breast, pinching your nipples. He sees how hard you're trying to keep your head up so you can look at him. But regardless of how overwhelming the pleasure is, it's hard to look at Eddie when he's like this, his big eyes dark and sparkling with primal lust and love. Your mouth is agape and your eyelids fluttering as he continues to rub your clit whilst fingers circle your entrance. 

'You're so beautiful like this,’ he croons, 'I can't believe somehow I make you feel like this.’

Your hand reaches to caress his face, you're sure he's the most beautiful man you've ever seen. 

‘Eddie… no one has ever made me feel like this. No one ever will. My pretty boy.’

The nickname makes him moan and reattach his lips to your clit as he slides a finger inside you. You can see how he's started to rut against the bed and you're longing to make him feel good too. Struggling to speak you manage to whimper out 

‘I-I need you… inside b-but it's been a month. Need you to warm me up.’ 

Eddie freezes and looks up at you, his pupils now fully dilated. 

‘A month? Sweetheart… have you not touched yourself since I left?’

You bite your lip, a little embarrassed as you shake your head. 

‘No. Wanted to wait for you… it's not the same now I know how it feels with you.’

Eddie isn't sure whether to cum right then and there or cry over how much you need him so he settles with making his girl feel amazing. He slides another finger inside, scissoring them to ready you for his thick cock. 

‘Fuck, baby. I don't know what I ever did to get you.’ 

He fastens his fingers inside you as he returns to sucking your clit. Once he feels your fingertips begin to dig into his scalp and hears how loud your pussy is getting for him, then he knows you're ready. 

Eddie comes back up, arms propping him above you. Your mouths meet and you can taste yourself on his tongue, it only makes you more desperate to feel him inside you. You're longing for the closeness and reuniting of your bodies that can only come with feeling his cock within you. 

‘Please, please, I need you inside me,’ you beg now. 

Eddie spreads your legs further and guides his cock to your entrance. Both of you watch where you finally merge as one. Both moaning at the euphoria of your bodies finally joining again. You cradle each other's faces as he begins to thrust into you, tantalisingly slow. You look at each other adoringly, eyes filled with so much love. 

'Nothing compares to you sweetheart,’ Eddie pants. 

Eddie takes your thighs, draping them over his shoulders. The new position allows Eddie to bury deep inside you. The feeling is overwhelming filling and you love it, knowing you're physically unable to get closer to him. His movements remain luxuriously drawn out, his tip dragging past your sweet spot each time. You're only left with the ability to mewl, mouth agape. He begins to fasten feeling the way your walls clench him, making his balls clench in return. You reach out to pull him forward, giving you access to kiss and suck his pulse point in his neck causing him to keen your name. But your movement some how manages to bring him even deeper inside you and it makes your body freeze in shock and pleasure. 

‘Oh god, Eds… I need you to cum there. Deep. Inside’ you gasp. 

His pace fastens but remains as hard, ensuring he completely fills you.'Christ yeah okay baby, god I can feel how full of me you are… look at your belly.’

And he's right, as Eddie hits the deepest he can, your belly bulges with his cock and it makes you whine knowing he's completely taken over your body and heart. The pair of you struggle to look away, only doing so because Eddie's quickening pace has your head falling back. 

‘I don't think I can last much longer sweet boy, it's too good,’ you're practically whining. 

‘Me neither baby, missed fucking you so much.’ 

Eddie brings his hand now to rub at your clit and your stomach tightens instantly, your thighs clenching his neck. The noises you make are pornographic and drive Eddie wilder, near folding you in half so he can steal away the noises with a kiss. You make your walls pulse around him to edge him further and it leaves you mouth moaning into each other's open mouths. 

'I'm gonna cum Ed,’ you cry, ‘I love you so fucking much.’

He grunts, ‘fuck. Sweetheart say it again please.’ 

He's thrusting now deep and sloppily, his thumb pressing fast circles into your swollen clit. 

‘I love you I love you Eddie,’ you wail as your climax hits you harder than ever before. Your legs spasm round his neck and your fingers tighten round his biceps. 

'Jesus fuck I love you too y/n,’ he gasps as he says your name, his cum spurting deep inside you. He shudders and another rope fills your walls. 

Eddie collapses on top of you, exhausted after finally spending the cum he'd also been saving for you. You both pant as you brush away his fringe from his eyes. Both of your eyes and drooping, completely fucked out. After a while, he attempts to move but you stop him. He quirks an eyebrow at you. 

‘I… I need you to stay inside me. I've missed you so much… just need to stay close.’ Eddie’s heart melts at your need for him, he tucks your wild hair behind your ear before pressing a delicate kiss to the tip of your nose. 

'Of course. Anything for you, sweetheart.’ 

Carefully, he rolls you both over so you're on your sides. One of your legs hooked around his waist, allowing him to stay inside you. Both of your eyes begin to close and his cock softens inside you. Relaxed for the first time in a month now you're reunited, you both fall asleep, bodies intwined. 

Everyone can't help but notice how the tour improves drastically with your presence. Eddie has never played better in his life knowing you're metres away, eyes full of awe and pride at your boyfriends talent. The way you fit perfectly into his life like this only adds to the lingering feeling you're meant to spend your lives together. Every night watches how you chatter with the roadies, always offering help, how you make sure the band has always eaten and are feeling good, how you point out shy fans to Eddie and how you love being immersed in the after parties. No bitterness resides you after the Carla situation, the usual girls who follow their shows respect you and apologies for her behaviour. Eddie’s heart melts at the sight of you tipsy and mouthing along to his songs. Then at parties how you fawn over him chatting every bartender and security guards ear off about how the guitarist is your man. That along with the t-shirt you'd shamelessly produced that read ‘PROPERTY OF THE LEAD GUITARIST’, Eddie has never felt so supported, so loved in all his life. 

The tour bus had been upgraded with a mattress on the floor for Eddie. He insisted on taking it whilst you took the bottom bunk it was placed alongside. Both your lip reading skills developed rapidly so you could continue to talk to each other long into the night without disturbing the other guys. Unable to fall asleep in each other's arms like you'd both prefer, you found yourselves drifting off; your hand dangling over the edge of the bed so Eddie could hold it all night. More often than not you woke up fingers still intertwined unless Eddie had sneakily pulled you out of your bed overnight so he could feel your full weight on top of him. The guys were deeply grateful for not having sex in the bus so it resulted in you and Eddie getting creative with locations for the few weeks you were on tour. Bathrooms and dressing rooms across the country were marked by you both. Praying the pulsating speakers covered the noises of your moans and Eddie’s balls slapping against you as he bent you over sinks and sofas or propped you up against bathroom stall walls. Eddie insisted he played better knowing his cum was dripping out of you backstage or that you were struggling to stand, legs still trembling after having his face buried in your core. 

The final show was in Indiana and butterflies filled you both, knowing the last time he played here is when he met you. It was the most meaningful show of the tour. Neither of you needing to say a word as your hands gripped thinking about it. You went into the crowd to meet the whole gang who'd travelled into the city for the gig. Eddie played like a man possessed, his eyes unable to part from yours the whole time as you stood with everyone he loved most at the barriers in front of the stage. Seven months ago he was performing here in Indiana, not knowing the person he'd spend the rest of his life with was there and now you're stood in front of him, beaming and bopping around. Eddie wonders if this is heaven, convinced this is the greatest sight in the world, watching you carefree and excited just from watching him do what he loves. He watches your face turn to confusion as during the encore he starts with some unfamiliar notes. It's a new song, your song. Eddie wrote it whilst longing for your presence on the first half of the tour. Tears well as you realise this song is describing you. Steve, Dustin and Robin grin seeing the love between the pair of you, thrilled their meddling resulted in their friend getting the love he deserves. As Eddie reaches his solo you mouth 'I love you.’

Never taking his eyes off you, he mouths back 'I love you too, always.’ 

Eddie can't imagine playing music now without you by his side. The two things that saved him. 

i am gonna close my requests for rockstar eddie x reader so i can launch my new series! it won't be forever but get your requests in now before i close em tomorrow!!

UGGGGH MY HEART

billy

My heart is the Emerson fam <333

if ur requests are open rn will you write something abt gareth’s family and the reader? it can be like meeting them once you’ve started dating or later on or anything. loved ur last fic !! thank u !!!!

i want you to meet my family.

gareth emerson x gn!reader

word count: 1,487

warnings: swearing, reader is anxious and a bit shy, meet-the-family jitters, tooth-rotting fluff, gare being sweet and lovey

a/n: hi!! thank you for your request my sweet!! i’m so happy that you liked my last fic! means the world. i kind of went for a shy and anxious reader, so i hope that’s okay!! for context, i’ve given him: mom, stepdad and two younger sisters. i tried to leave them unnamed so that you can call them whatever you’d like! i hope this turned out like you wanted! <333

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“I want you to meet my family.”

You practically choked on the hot chocolate he’d fixed you. That should’ve been your first clue anyhow. He was buttering you up.

Coughing, Gareth’s hand rubbed and patted your back, the other taking the mug from you and setting it down before you spilled.

His words caught you off guard—god forbid you sit with your boyfriend and not expect anything to happen. “You okay?”

“Yeah, Gare, I’m fine.” You weren’t fine. The waver in your voice gave you away.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to meet Gareth’s family, because you really, really did—what with all he’d told you—and you had this urge to get to know that part of him too. You found it comforting that he wanted you to meet them.

You were just nervous. You weren’t good with new people, and these were more than just people. They were Gareth’s people.

But meeting them only made sense, especially when you could feel yourself falling more and more for him every minute.

The both of you hadn’t been together officially for too long, and had definitely been relishing in the fact that it was just the two of you and there wasn’t any pressure. This, however, was pressure. Lots of it.

“Can you look at me, pretty please?” You shifted, the two of you now sitting cross legged and facing each other on the couch. He held out his hands, which you dramatically slapped, eliciting an ever more dramatic hiss from him, before he clasped your fingers in his.

You focused on the silver ring resting on his middle finger while he spoke to you. “You know I would never want you to do anything that would make you uncomfortable. But I-I want you to meet my family, because you’re my family too.”

His kind words were flustering you, so you continued to fidget with his ring and started chewing on your bottom lip, biting down in hopes that the sting of tears would go away.

“It doesn’t have to be anything crazy. I’ll bring you home like usual, there will just be other people there. I don’t want you to worry about whether they’ll like you, even though I know you’re going to, but—they wanna meet you too, sweetheart. You’re my whole world, you gotta know that.”

You did. Lifting your head, you met his gaze. His nose scrunched in greeting. You leaned in to kiss it. “Okay. I trust you, Gareth.”

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“Breathe. Here, with me, okay?” Gareth stood with you in the driveway, holding onto you and trying to soothe your nerves.

You knew there was nothing to be scared of. You’d heard nothing but good things about them, about how much they meant to Gareth.

But you couldn’t help that your heart was beating so fast it hurt and your hands were shaking and you felt a little dizzy. There was so much going on in your head—always—and what if they could tell you were a mess? Maybe they’d think you weren’t right for their boy.

Stop, you told yourself. Breathe. Gareth’s gentle hand on your collarbones brought you back. “Ready?”

“Yeah. Will you hold my hand? Please? Please don’t leave me.” He held back a wince at seeing you this way.

“I’m never gonna leave you, my sweet.”

Gareth led you up the few steps to the door and inside, just like any other time you’d been over. Your stomach sunk when you heard voices coming from the kitchen. As if he was reading your thoughts, Gareth turned around and kissed your cheek. “It’s okay. You’re okay. I’m right here.”

You nodded, afraid your voice would fail you, and he took that as his queue to head off.

Entering the kitchen, you found his stepdad and youngest sister working on a puzzle, both settled at the table. His mother was preparing cookie dough, his other sister sat on the counter beside her, presumably licking cinnamon off of her fingers. From what you could smell, they were snickerdoodles. Those were your favorite.

Gareth tugged you into him, and you hid a little against his side. “Hey, guys,” his voice cut off all other noise in the kitchen, four heads snapping up at once.

Gareth’s mom smiled brilliantly at the sight of you, and she hurried to wipe her hands against the little waist apron she was wearing before tugging it off.

“Hi!” She exclaimed.

The youngest of his sisters leapt from her place on the counter, sprinting to her brother just after his mom made it to him. His mother kissed his cheek, giving him knowing and thrilled eyes. Gareth groaned exaggeratedly as a little body smacked into his legs, “Hi, bubba!”

“Hi, squirt.” He ruffled her hair and you watched in awe, your attention shifting as his mom turned to face you instead.

You let go of Gareth’s hand, trying to be brave because she looked so kind. He took that as a signal to let you. An I’m okay gesture.

This woman was not scary. Her eyes were that same sweet blue as her son’s, her curls just as unruly, though tied up at the base of her neck.

“Hello, my love! It’s so nice to meet you! Can I hug you? Would that be okay?” She raised her hands a little, hopeful.

“Sure you can,” you responded, smiling genuinely. My love, she’d called you. You were suddenly overwhelmed with how nice it felt to be welcomed and cared for so instantaneously.

Gareth’s mother pulled you in for a hug, warm and grateful, swaying you gently in her arms. She pulled back, still smiling, eyes shining with it. Turning her head, she checked that Gareth wasn’t looking—he wasn’t, head bent to look at the puzzle on the table. “You know he never shuts up about you?

“Really?” You grinned at her, feeling your cheeks heat up, but delighted nonetheless.

“Really!” The sound of your joint giggles made Gareth turn around, his stepdad and sisters following his return to you.

“I don’t like the sounds of this.” He said it with a smile anyhow.

“Hey, kiddo.” Gareth’s stepdad found you, and gave you a short, but kind hug. He smelled faintly of cigarettes, yet it was comforting. You caught a glimpse of a tattoo sleeve under the edge of his sweater, and hoped you’d remember to ask about it later.

You hadn’t expected this glasses-clad, teddy-bear-looking man to have tattoos. “It’s true, by the way, he really doesn’t shut up about you.”

Gareth ran a hand down his face and you laughed softly, albeit slightly worried about would he could’ve said.

Both of his sisters approached you at once, the younger with messily braided pigtails, the older with a head full of crazier and more tightly coiled curls than both Gareth and his mother combined.

“You’re very pretty,” the younger one said, holding her arms out for a hug. You obliged her. “He said you were pretty. You are.”

“Thank you. So are you.” She smiled gratefully and looked up at her older sister expectantly.

The latter grinned just as kindly as all of the rest of them, holding out her hand, hoping you’d trust her and take it. “Are you any good at puzzles? Gareth sucks.”

“Hey! I do not.” You chuckled at their banter.

“He does,” she told you, attempting to whisper, before settling on the bench and doling you out some pieces.

The rest of the day went perfectly fine. You’d never felt more at home than you did with Gareth’s family. They welcomed you and loved you immediately and wanted to get to know the person who was making their boy so happy.

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Your car was in the driveway when Gareth pulled up. He wasn’t sure why—he hadn’t asked you over today—not that he was totally upset by it.

He made his way down the hall to the kitchen where your familiar voice rang out.

You looked up at his entrance.

“Hi?” He questioned, tossing his keys on the counter.

He found both of his sisters and you bent over the kitchen table, spreading puzzle glue on yet another puzzle that you’d finished together.

“I know. They called with an invitation and a puzzle completion notice.” You turned to the sister on your left. “Here. If you move around a bit, the light catches and you can check for any spots missing glue. Sound good?” She nodded enthusiastically and you moved away.

Gareth pulled you in for a hug, mumbling a “Sorry,” under his breath.

“‘S okay, really. Also, apparently I’m going to a ballet recital tonight.” Gareth tossed his head back, laughing brilliantly at your situation.

He’d told you they’d love you, and they did. He just thought it was funny that now you had to go through all the things that he did.

But you didn’t mind. Not really. Not when it was your family too.

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…he’s always been there

EEEP you have no idea you just made my day <3

how we feeling about giving our boy steve his happy ending in the rockstar eddieverse? we know his daughter corey marries eddie x reader's oldest sloane soooo who is the baby mama?

steve's happy ending story is incoming! ❣️

STEVEN TYLER

Multiple reasons. #1, he adopted a minor just to date her. #2 the whole drug situation like they were actually insane. #3 the concept of most of his songs surrounded sex/over sexualization of women, especially young groupies.

PLEASE I really want to see your take on this whole situation. Also love love love you’re writing <333

Can I just say I absolutely love how your version of rockstar!eddie hates tommy lee bc canonly eddie is gentleman and I really don't think he'd be okay with the things tommy lee has done to women especially a woman who was his pregnant wife I've seen other blogs say eddie would respect him and yeah I'd have to heavily disagree with that

THANK YOU BESTIE!!!!! abso-fuckin-lutely. Like even outside of my rockstar Eddie, in the show, he is canonically a gentleman and if anything, seems to be more comfortable with women. You really think the same guy who embraced Erica into his circle and who was worried about Chrissy's safety, would be fucking with a wife beater and child abuser? NOPE. I made a post mentioning people he fucks with if you saw that!

Rockstar Eddie loves showmanship and theatrics but not when it's used as an excuse to conceal asshole behaviour. Eddie definitely uses having his kids to step away from the limelight a little, because he's so sick of dealing with so many toxic men in the industry that were so prominent in 80s/90s. It's why he definitely tries to emulate Alice Cooper as a role model. Being a rockstar is about having fun and putting on a good show and loving the music. It shouldn't be compromising your morals for some shitty persona that only hurts people.

Hmm who else is Eds hating on?

rockstar eddieverse masterlist

follow the tag #enam3ls rockstar eddie to get new update alerts! check timeline below to know the order of things.

rockstar eddie munson fucking hates tommy lee (ficlet?)

the story of eddie x readers life-long beef with tommy lee

these days, rockstar eddie doesn’t give a fuck (headcanon story)

in the year 2022, eddie munson is a husband, dad and oh yeah – a rockstar but now he’s in his 50s, he really just doesn’t give a fuck what people think

rockstar eddie does Halloween (headcanon story)

from celebrating his first halloween with you to the present day, all of eddie’s annual Halloween antics

rockstar eddie doesn’t Halloween pt.2 (4k / smut)

in 1992 a certain halloween costume gets you in trouble with your boyfriend eddie

rockstar eddie’s purpose in life was becoming a dad (headcanon story)

an intro to dad rockstar eddie and his daughters for the first time ever

rockstar eddie’s friends in the industry (ficlet)

eddie hates tommy lee but he’s also got lots of friends and others he admires – how they meet metallica 

rockstar eddie munson thinks any music is good music if it makes you happy (ficlet)

eddie loves taking you to see your fave gigs and festivals then later your kids too

the big one: how rockstar eddie met his wife (y/n) (11.7k / fluffy love)

in an interview in november 1999, eddie and wife y/n tell a journalist how you met by pure coincidence on February 11th 1989

rockstar eddie’s lipstick stained shirt  (2.6k / smut)

in July 1993 corroded coffin are performing in vegas and a surprise from eddie results in you struggling to keep it in your pants

rockstar eddie has a new member for the band (headcanon story)

as you’re pregnant with your first baby Sloane, you worry how being a dad rockstar will work and how other musicians will react

rockstar eddie munson is gonna get the girl and god help anyone who stops him (9.6k / angst / fluff / slight smut)

direct follow up to how you and eddie met for the first time. after spending all your time together, in august 1989 you take your first holiday together and trouble ensues

the munson kids and their friendships with other rockstar’s kids (blurb) 

little notes and answered questions 

eddie’s queer daughter Sloane (1) (2)

eddie’s middle daughter iris (1)

eddie deals with season 4 (1)

eddie’s industry pals and views (1) (2) (3)