Lost Here In A Daze

1986

“Dooooo you love me more thaaan Henderson?”

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

“Do you love me moooore than D&D?”

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

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

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

“You’re such a dork.”

“I love you to.”

***

2006

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N?”

“Huh?”

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

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

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

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

“Neither of us got to.”

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

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

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

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

“What’s the difference?”

“That’s what I’m asking you.”

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

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

“That’s not what I said.”

“Not in so many words but—”

“Do you blame him?”

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

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

“But you resent him a bit?”

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

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1986

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

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

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

“It didn’t look that way.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

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

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

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

“I do care.”

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

“What do you want from me, Y/N?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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1988

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

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

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

“Hey, baby?”

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

“How was your day?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

2006

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

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

Eddie. 

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

The trampoline underneath him shook slightly at your laughter. 

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

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

“Do you still love me?”

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

“Of course, Y/N.”

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

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

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

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

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1992

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s not what I said, Y/N!”

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

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

“When I married you, apparently!”

“Yeah. Well—”

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

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

“Uh huh.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Um, yeah, buddy.”

“Except not as mean. No mean names.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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2006

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

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

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

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

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

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

You can’t help but smile when he chuckles. 

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

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

“I’d do it again.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

1997

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, dude.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N, I’m trying to help you here.”

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

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

Your mouth falls open as her insult pierces your heart. 

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

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

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

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

“Eddie…”

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

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2006

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

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

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

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

“Th-Thank you, baby.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N, wait. I didn’t mean it like—”

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

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

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

“Oh, baby, you look so beautiful.”

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

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

“MOM!”

“What!? I’m just saying—”

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

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1984

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I like you a lot to.”

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2006

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

Why did you keep coming here? 

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

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

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

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

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

“Michael. How have you been?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

2002

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ok…and you didn’t because…?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mom?” 

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

“Is everything ok?”

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

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

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

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

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

***

2006

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

You had always made him feel heard. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Michael; the asshole your mom kept pushing your way. 

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

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

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

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1986

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re such a dork, Eddie Munson.”

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

You nod as you continue to sway to the music. 

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

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

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

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

“As long as I have you, I’m happy.”

***

2006

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

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

“Define ‘people like me’.”

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

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

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

“Um, no thanks. I’ll pass.”

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

“Come on, baby.”

“I said no.”

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

“I’m not a man you say no to, Y/N.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N—”

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

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

“Oh, and it’s Y/N Munson, not Y/L/N.”

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1985

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

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

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

Swallowing, he tilts forward to kiss your forehead. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t you dare. I need to hear you.”

“O-Okay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh—Oh my God.”

“Are you alright?”

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

“I do?”

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

“Do you need me to stop?”

“N-No. No. Just hang on a minute.”

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

“Oh f-fuck, Eddie.”

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

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

“More.”

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

“Give it to me, baby, please.”

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

“Jus—Just like that, Eddie.”

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

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

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

“Eddie…I think I’m…about to cum.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I…don’t think so…it really hurts.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you to.”

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2006

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

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

“Dork.”

“I never stopped.”

“Being a dork? I know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Until what?”, you encouraged. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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2005

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

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

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

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

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

“Now remember if you need anything—”

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

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

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

“I love you to, dad.”

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

“Are you alright?”

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“S-Say it again.”

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

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

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

“More.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please, baby. I need you.”

“You need me, Y/N?”

“Always.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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1984

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“None of them are as beautiful as you.”

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

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

“I’m Eddie. Eddie Munson.”

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

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

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

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

“I can’t wait. I’m Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.”

***

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

“Hello?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Love you guys to.”

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

“What did the butthead want?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Steve’s heart broke when he noticed your car in his driveway. 

Every month for the past few he had been dating you, he had to watch you fall apart during your period. The women he dated in the past were all closer to his own age and during their cycles they just mentioned the “normal pains” they had long grown accustomed to. 

He couldn’t ever imagine you being accustomed to this. 

The first time he experienced it with you, it scared him half to death. 

You didn’t answer any of his messages when he called to check on you and when he came over to your apartment, he found you curled up on the floor hugging a pillow. 

“Baby…I…what should I do? Should I call someone? A doctor?”

You winced at the sharp tone of his voice, the throbbing in your head making it hard to hear let alone understand him. 

Seeing your pain, he carefully collected you in his arms and held you to his chest on the couch while gently playing with your hair. After a while, you silently pointed to your meds which he opened, placing the pill on your tongue before holding the back of your head as he helped you take small sips of water from your glass. 

Curling back up into his chest, you placed one of his palms on the side of your temple allowing his fingers to loop around to your forehead while the other rested on your lower back where you guided him to firmly push, wincing slightly again before sighing in relief at the pressure. 

Generally, Steve hated feeling out of control and while you were usually submissive in your relationship, he noticed you FULLY let go when it was that time of the month. You didn’t brat or say anything sarcastic. You barely even spoke which he missed knowing you two could lay in bed and talk for hours. 

But he recognized how much pain you were in and how vulnerable you must feel to fully let go and trust him…

He knew he had to do everything he could to help and take care of you. 

After some thorough research online and a long conversation with you, you both found a routine that did make you feel ten times better. 

The moment your period started, you came over to his house so he could keep an eye. You normally saved all your sick days for times like this so the moment it began you didn’t even hesitate to utilize it and drive to Steve’s. 

You weren’t there when he left but he had been prepared, knowing thanks to his handy dandy Calander on his phone that it was coming. 

“You have a period app?”, you giggle.

“For you, yes. I want to make sure everything’s ready, honey.”

Beaming up at him, you circle your arms around his waist and push up on your tip toes to kiss his lips. 

“I really do appreciate everything you do for me, Steve Harrington, especially during that time of the month. I’ve never dated someone that put in this much effort for me.”

The man grins as his palm tenderly rubs your back.

“It’s not ‘effort’ to me, you know? I like taking care of you and I hate seeing you in so much pain. I love you, sweetheart.”

Before heading to work, he left your pills the doctor had prescribed with a bottle of water on his nightstand and a note of when he’d be home along with details of where to find your favorite chocolate in his pantry just in case. 

Quietly, he opened his front door and placed his suitcase on the table next to your purse that you had haphazardly tossed to the side. Taking off his suit jacket, he couldn’t help but smile at the candy wrappers on the kitchen counter next to a food container from the restaurant you liked to order from when the period cravings kicked in. 

Glancing towards his whiteboard on the fridge, he recognized your handwriting and took in the information as he removed his tie. 

“Took medication last at noon. Most likely asleep on couch. Bed too far :(.”

Steve chuckled as he checked his watch realizing then it was about time for another dose. 

He found you where you said you’d be, on your side on his sofa fast asleep. Taking a moment, he utilized his large palm to move some of your hair away from your face, his thumb softly caressing your skin. 

Groaning slightly, you heavily exhaled just as your beautiful eyes opened to meet his. 

“Hey, pretty girl.”, he murmurs, smiling when you do the same, your eye lids fluttering slowly as if to say hello back. “How are you feeling?”

Silently, your hand covers the one he had on your cheek, nuzzling into the base of it before leaving a tender kiss. 

“Yeah?”, he cooed back, his thumb running along your button lip. 

It didn’t take him long to learn your unspoken language when you were in this state and he’d be lying if he didn’t say he found it utterly adorable. 

“Is it ok if I pick you up so I can bring you to the bed?” Your lips pout out a bit, your knees pulling closer to your stomach as you blink your eye lids a bit faster than you had before. “Baby, I told you. It’s ok if you bleed on the mattress. You being comfortable means more to me than sheets.”

Your gaze shifts from his own honey irises, along his very kissable throat to the chest hair just vaguely peeking out of his blue button up shirt, and down the rest of his frame. 

“Hey.”, he grins, his finger lightly taping underneath your chin. “Same goes for the suit.”

You raise your eyebrows with a small smirk. 

“Especially this suit. I got this on sale at the store downtown for $50 bucks. No one in the office even noticed.” When he playfully rolled his eyes, your fingers curled around his collar and pulled his mouth to yours. “I love you to. Come on, let’s get you in bed.”

As carefully as he could, Steve lifted you into his arms, standing still for a moment till your face settled. 

“What hurts the most?”, he whispered.

Your palm tapped your chest and he nodded. 

When your boyfriend entered his bedroom, you giggled into his neck when you noticed not only the water and meds but a towel laid out under his turned down comforter. 

“I’m always prepared, baby girl.”

After giving you your next dose and taking off your shirt, he waited for you to get comfortable on your back before taking off his suit, allowing it to pool by the bedframe and climbing in to lay by your side. 

You smile when he kisses your cheek, turning your head to allow your forehead to press to his as his hand gradually rubs your tummy. 

“Ready?”

You subtly nod not wanting to move too much as you inhale the smell of his minty breath.

His palm effortlessly moves down the valley of your chest, gliding to the breast furthest from him and allowing his entire hand to lay flat against it. Soft irises gauge your reaction as he gradually pushes down, cupping your flesh in his warmth till he feels you sigh in relief against his face. 

“How does that feel, sweetheart? Too tight?”

“No…no, Daddy. Feels good.”

“Good. I want you to feel good. I’m going to move to the other one, ok?”

When he gets your confirmation, Steve drags his hand to your other boob all the while watching your expression to make sure he’s not hurting you. You feel the bulge in his boxers against your thigh with every caress especially when his thumb lightly flicks the right way along your nipple and you let out a soft moan.

Your lips kiss his, opening your mouth wide to allow his tongue to dance with yours before trailing to your chest, leaving lingering remnants of his spit along your skin. The organ between his teeth extends out to play with your sensitive bud, his eyes closing when his mouth wraps around it as your fingers thread through his hair. 

Everything about Steve is warm and it’s one of the many things you love about him. 

His hand that’s carefully massaging your breast while his mouth subtly rests and pants against your nipple. His chest that’s pressed to your side that could engulf you entirely should he choose to climb on top of you. His waist that allowed his cock to roll against your own hand that was now resting at your side. His unwavering care and love that he had for you within the energy he carried when you were with him. 

Steve Harrington was your everything and you had no idea what you would do without him. 

“Hey, hey, hey, are you ok? Why are you crying? Was I too rough?”, he murmurs, voice filled with concern. 

“No, I just…hormones.”, you sob lightly, chuckling at yourself.  “I just love you…like a lot…like a lot a lot.”, you reiterate playfully when his smile grows. 

“I love you to, Y/N.” Cupping your face in his hands, he kisses you once more, drying your tears with his thumb. “Do you think you can handle Daddy or did you want to keep doing this for a bit longer? You know me. I could hold your tits for hours.”

Your boyfriend grins when you laugh, adoration filled irises waiting for your answer. 

“I can handle anything you throw my way.”

Steve’s smile stretches further across his face as he carefully brings all the garments below your waist down your legs and rolls you onto your side with your back against his chest. 

“There’s my sarcastic pain the ass.”, he teases, trying his best not to shake you too much while removing his boxers and allowing his dick to spring free. Taking a hold of the base, he runs the tip of his mushroom head through your folds, eyes flicking to your face as he guides himself inside you.

Your own eyes roll back and close immediately, fingers tangling with his that were resting beside your head. 

“You okay, baby?”

“Mmph—yes, Daddy. Just like that.”

“Slow like this?”, he asks, gradually pumping his hips while doing everything in his power not to just thrust up into you.  Steve would never get used to how lubricated and warm your cunt was when you were on your period, effortlessly allowing him to push his thick cock so deep within you that you could practically feel him in your stomach. “Fuck, honey, your pussy feels so fucking good.”

Intentionally placing his hand on your lower belly, he pulled your body closer to his while curbing the now dull ache of the cramps beneath. 

“I got you, baby. Daddy’s got you.”

Testing your tolerance, Steve picked up his rhythm ever so slightly and in response you craned your neck to kiss his lips. 

“Y-You—fuck—you can go harder. I’m ok.”

With his forehead resting on your temple, his eyes close while his mouth opened in a silent O as he honored your request. 

You absolutely loved seeing this man come undone. Steve Harrington always liked being in control but every time he was with you whether it be fucking you or making love to you like he was now, there was at least one point where that control would slightly drop and he fully allowed the pleasure to dominate even him. 

After everything he did for you, you wanted him to feel as good as he was making you feel and you knew exactly how to unravel him. 

“That’s it, Daddy. Fuck—so good to me. I love the way you take care of me. I’ve—mmm—I’ve never had man like you before. I’m yours, baby, oh my God.”

Steve’s face scrunched as he circled his strong arm around you, allowing you to cradle it to your chest and hold his hand while securing you to his warm frame. 

“Mine, pretty girl. All mine. Shit—cum on Daddy’s cock like a good girl. Don’t worry about anything else. Just focus on me and doing what Daddy says.” You nod your head, his pace hastening while he clings tightly to you and continues murmuring his praise till he feels your body shuttering against him. “That’s my good girl. Just let go. I got you, babe.”

The ball in your stomach drops as you moan his name and you cum, feeling his own rhythm falter slightly before slamming his release into your core. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck… I’m sorry, honey… I tried to…was that too hard?”, he pants making you giggle lightly as you turn to give him a soft kiss. “How do you feel?”

“Much better, thank you.”

“Good.”, he beams, giving you another peck on your lips. “Now the fun part. Oh, I know.”, Steve coos as he carefully pulls out of your heat. 

Your eyes shamelessly watch his naked frame as he half jogs to his restroom to grab a towel to clean himself and get your bath started. 

“Hey! Stop ogling me, freak.”, he jests, coming around to open your legs and clean what he could. 

“I can’t help it. You’re just so sexy.” Rolling his eyes, he scurries to throw everything including your clothes in the hamper and turn off the water filling the tub. “Steve! Slow down, I’m not going anywhere.”

When you try to stand, he scowls your way and sprints to you to lift you in his arms. 

“I know you’re not because I’m here to look after you.”

“Aw, baby, that would be creepy if we weren’t in love.”

Your boyfriend shakes his head, laughing through his teeth as he climbs into the water behind you and begins to gently run his palms along your body. 

“Such a brat.” 

Leaning into his chest, you kiss his jawline and sigh, absorbing the feeling of his hands on you in such a delicate, comforting way. 

“Are you off this weekend?”

“Yes, ma’am, I am. I was thinking if you were up to it we could bring the comforter to the living room and watch a movie. I can make dinner or order something. Whatever you want, baby.”

Taking a hold of his wrists, you circle his arms tightly around you and keen into the nook of his neck as his head tilts down to peck at your shoulder. 

“I love you.”

“You said that.”, Steve chuckles, kissing your cheek up to your temple. “But I never get tired of hearing it. I love you to, sweetheart.”

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

Chrissy fiddles with her thumbs nervously before Eddie gently places his huge palm over her tiny hands. 

“Sweetheart, you’re going to be fine. You always get nervous before a pep rally and you always do fantastic.”

She flashes Eddie an anxious smile. He leans over to give her a quick peck on the lips but she quickly pulls back. “Oh, Eddie. It’s just we’re near the school…someone could walk by…”

“No. Um, yeah, I understand.” 

He did understand but that didn’t mean he had to like it. Eddie and Chrissy had been going out for a couple of months now even though no one in Hawkins knew. Everyone in Hawkins would definitely have something to say especially to her if they ever found out. She had already been through so much and he knew how vicious people in this town could be so when Chrissy asked if they could keep their relationship a secret he agreed. 

She looked around before hoping out of his van to walk the last mile up to the school. Eddie made sure she rounded the corner before starting the ignition and heading for the parking lot. He made his way to the gym and climbed the risers to the top corner away from all the kids. He watched with envious eyes as Chrissy talked casually with Jason Carver.

Eddie’s head turned abruptly when he heard heavy footsteps run up the steps and you laid between the risers below his feet. 

“You don’t see me.”, you whispered. One of jocks from the swim team game into view, eyes shifting from left to right as if he was looking for someone. Eddie kept his eyes forward making sure to not give you away. 

“Hey Freak!? Have you seen a girl run by here?”

Eddie shrugs his shoulders as he gestures around the room. “There are girls all over the place. Care to be more descriptive?”

“Ugh, never mind.”, the jock rolled his eyes as he left to look somewhere else. After a moment, you sat up, smiling at him. 

“Thank you…”

“Eddie.”

“Thank you, Eddie. Fucking people around here struggle with the word no. I’m Y/N.”, you extended your hand to him, which he shook. “I just moved into town last week.”

“Ah. So, that’s why you don’t look familiar.”

His breath catches in his throat when he hears your laugh. “Most likely. May I sit with you?”

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

You two sat together through the entire pep rally talking about Hawkins and the town you moved from. You had mentioned how a lot of the boys here kept following you around constantly asking questions and Eddie couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. He cared about Chrissy; he really did. But there was something about you that drew him. 

At lunch, he headed for his usual table with his friends when he was knocked to the side by a shoulder. 

“Watch where you’re going, Freak!”, Jason glared at him. Chrissy was by his side with wide eyes as they glanced up apologetically at Eddie before looking away. 

Suddenly, Jason was pushed forward as Chrissy cringed.

“Shit! Oh my god I am so sorry.” The popular kids turned around to see you now holding an empty tray. Eddie smiled slightly when he saw that their backs were covered in your lunch. “You know, I should really watch where I’m going.” You tone was laced with sarcasm. 

Jason huffed, taking off his letterman jacket as he stomped towards the door with Chrissy in tow. You turned around, watching them leave as you placed yourself near Eddie’s side. 

“People like that are the worst.”, you smile up at him. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m used to all that bullshit by now.”

“Hm. Not sure that’s the kind of thing you should be used to.”

“Y/N!” One of the party boys Eddie vaguely recognizes saunters over to where you are. “Hey! Cool. We have lunch together to. Do you want to come eat with us?”

“Oh. Um…no thank you, Martin. That’s a nice offer but… EDDIE here,” you loop your arm through his, “has actually already invited me to share lunch with him so…”

The boy looks Eddie up and down before rolling his eyes. “Pfft, whatever.”

“Please get me out of here.”, you giggle as Eddie smiles pulling your arm out the back cafeteria doors. 

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

“You’ll be safe here. No one ever comes out here so at least you won’t be seen with me.”

You raise your eyebrow at him. “I just wanted to get away from the wondering eyes of men trying to get in my pants.”

As Eddie opens his lunchbox, he feels you sit next to him on the bench and place your hand over his own. “Is that normal? People not wanting to be seen with you?” He nods before offering you some pretzels from a zip lock bag. “I don’t understand. I mean, you seem like a nice guy.”

Eddie can’t help but chuckle. “You seriously don’t understand why the rich, preppy jock kids wouldn’t want to hang out with the poor, weirdo metalhead? Jesus, I want to move where you used to live.”

“I’m not one to focus on mundane shit like that. Who cares? None of it will matter after we graduate.”

“You see, Princess, the problem is I can’t seem to graduate.” Eddie gives you half of his sandwich that you gladly take. 

“I can help you if you want. I’m not great at Math but everything else I’m eh.”, you smile over at him. “Maybe we can hang out tonight or something. I can also buy us some food to pay you back for eating all your lunch.”

“Oh, you don’t have to pay me back.”

“Ok, then maybe you would just want to hang out with me?”

“Um, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”, Eddie pulled out a cigarette, lighting the tip, and exhaling. 

“Oh. Um, ok. No that’s fine. Trust me. I get pushy people so I won’t push you.” You softly run your hand down his back. “Shit, I have to go but if you don’t want to hang out outside of school maybe we can meet during lunch and I can help you study.”

Eddie watches as you run off back towards campus.

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

You and Eddie quickly became fast friends. True to your word you sat with him during lunch and helped him with some of his homework while Chrissy stayed with the jocks at their table. After school, while Chrissy was at practice, you both would go to the bench in the woods and smoke while talking about random things. You had started waiting for him in the parking lot, after he dropped Chrissy off a mile before campus, so you two could walk to class together. 

He loved being around you and the way you made him feel. Eddie was so used to people in the town talking down to him that to have someone actually enjoy his company in front of other people… he felt like he was being seen for the first time in a long time. 

“Hey, why don’t we go to the arcade together, hm?”

Chrissy looks up at Eddie from her place on his bed. They had been there since school let out; her reading something for one of her classes and him anxiously staring off into the void. She let out a small laugh as his eyes penetrated through her. 

“Eddie, you’re joking, right? You know we can’t do that.”

“Why? What would be so wrong about you and I being seen in a public place? I’m tired of hiding Chris…”

“I know, Eds. I know.” She leans up and tenderly kisses his cheek. “But it won’t be for much longer. Soon we’ll be out of here! Speaking of… I should probably head home. I’ll call you tomorrow?”

He nods his head, lazily kissing her lips as she scurries out the door. Eddie couldn’t stay inside any longer. He needed to get out of his trailer. 

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

“Hey Eddie. Want a beer, man?” The bartender behind the counter slides him a glass of the kind he knew this metalhead enjoyed. Sighing, he chugged down half of his beverage before a familiar laugh caught his attention. 

His eyes scanned the bar until he found you with none other than Steve Harrington. You two were at one of the pool tables and his chest was leaning over your back as he showed you how to play the game. The jealousy he felt at the pep rally the first time he met you filled his chest. He hated the way Steve’s hands were on you and the fact that you allowed him to touch you. 

He knew he wasn’t allowed to feel this way. He WAS with Chrissy after all but you were special; special to him. Eddie’s feet took control of his body as he found himself in front you guys. 

“Hey Eddie.”, you giggled as he leaned into Steve’s chest. 

“Hey Munson. How’s it going?”

“Fine.”, his tone was extremely short which only you caught. “How do you know Harrington here?”

“Oh, I went to Family Video to rent a movie and he was working there.” Eddie made an overdramatic shocked face that had you narrowing your eyes. “He asked me out on date and he seemed nice so I said yes.” Steve beamed down at you as you spoke. 

“Ah. So this is a date?”, he gestured between the both of you. 

“Yes,” you cocked your head to the side. “Is that a problem?”

“Nope. No problem at all.”

“Steve, would you excuse me for a second?” He nods his head as you grab Eddie’s arm pulling him to the side. “Ok, what’s going on?”

“I said there wasn’t a problem. Go on. Enjoy your date with Steve the Hair Harrington. I’m sure you’ll both have a good time.”

“Eddie Munson, I hate games. If you have something to say, say it.”

“No game here. Trust me. I don’t care who you date, touch, or fuck, Princess. Have the most vanilla time of your life.” He turns on you, walking straight out of bar towards his van. 

“Hey!” Eddie doesn’t stop but he hears your sneakers pounding the pavement as you run after him. You reach for his arm forcefully turning him around. 

“I asked you if you wanted to hang out. You always said it was a bad idea so I just assumed you wanted to be friends. I’ve practically thrown myself at you and every time you push me away. You never make a move, Eddie. What do you want from me? If you want to just be friends that’s fine but if you want something more don’t be a coward. Just tell me—”

His hand flies out to grab the back of your neck, tugging your mouth to his. To his delight, you deepen it, pressing your body against his own. When you finally pull back, you’re both panting for air. 

“Get in.” Eddie gestures towards his van and you run around climbing into the passenger’s side as he hops in, starting the car. 

As he peels out of the parking lot, your lips are immediately back on his skin, kissing and sucking on his neck. His belt clinks as you unbuckle it, unbuttoning his pants, and pulling out his cock. 

He groans as you immediately envelop him with your mouth. You take as much of him in as you can, smearing the spit that falls with your hand. Eddie’s own palm comes to rest on the back of your head, softly guiding you. 

“Fuck, Sweetheart. Just like that. Your mouth feels amazing.”

You feel the van stop before his hips thrust up forcing him down to the back of your throat, making you gag. He suddenly tugs gently on your hair, bringing you to his lips for a sloppy kiss. 

When he pulls away you take note of your surroundings. 

“Where are we?”, your voice comes out hoarse. 

“My house. Well, trailer.”

Eddie gets out and, while holding his pants up, runs around to your side to open your door. You can’t help but giggle at the sight. 

“Your uncle isn’t here?”

He opens his door for you, gesturing you in.  “No ma’am. He’s at work tonight so it will just be you and me.”

You head for his room as he follows, kicking off his pants and sneakers along the way. 

Eddie comes up behind you, lifting you off your feet, and playfully tosses you on the bed. Your eyes meet his as you reach up with you finger to move a piece of stray hair out of his face. His lips softly come down to meet yours. You raise your hips, pulling your skirt down as he helps you by tugging them the rest of the way down your legs and on to the floor. 

He rolls to your side, moving out of the way so you can throw off your shirt. 

“No bra? Really?”

“Oh, like you really didn’t notice.”, you laugh at him as you kick off your panties. 

“You really went all out for Steve, huh?”

You reach for his hand, placing it between your legs. “Maybe but all of this,” you glide his finger between your folds, “is for you.”

Eddie’s eyes never left you as he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them before inserting then into your cunt. You moaned at the feeling of him reaching that spot inside of your that your own fingers couldn’t manage to touch. 

“You’re really beautiful, you know that?”, his lips met yours again as his tongue danced with yours. His thumb moved to circle your clit as his fingers pumped into you faster. 

“Eddie, oh my god.”

He chuckled as he pulled away to watch your face. “You have done this before right? Because, Jesus, Y/N you are so fucking tight.”

Your hips buck up into his hand as you back starts to arch. Your mouth searches for his but he keeps it just far enough away to where you can’t reach. “Cum for me, Sweetheart. Cum so I can fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked. Way better than any of these other assholes that chase after you.”

Eddie thrusts his fingers into you at a rapid pace as the sound filled his room. You shouted his name repeatedly as you tumbled over the edge. He leaned down to your ear, whispering praises to you as you came down. 

He threw off his shirt and crawled over you to reach his bedside table. He hastily pulled out a condom, shoving his boxers down his legs. You watch as he fumbled over the wrapper. 

“You have done this before, right?” You giggle as you take condom from him and tear it with your teeth before handing it back to him. Eddie kisses your cheek before taking it from you and sliding it over his length. 

He positions himself between your legs as he leans back on his heels. His eyes marvel at your body as he places his cock outside you entrance. You both give each other a tender smile before he slowly pushes himself into you. Your mouth opens in a silent O as your head falls back onto his pillow. His calloused palms grip your thighs as he looks down watching his dick disappear inside of you inch by inch. 

“Fucking hell, Y/N.” Eddie groans when he feels himself bottom out. 

“Move, Eddie. Please.”

“Are you sure?”, he asks, his voice breathy and needy. “You’re, fuck, you’re really fucking right. I don’t want to hurt you. 

You laugh coyly. “You can hurt me a little, Eddie Munson.”

He smiles, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder as he starts to pump into you, gradually picking up a steady pace. You whimper at the feeling as he constantly hits that sweet spot inside of you. Your pussy flutters around him as you listen to him grunt in pleasure. He reaches for both your hands, pulling your arms for leverage as he thrusts into you harder. 

The sound of skin slapping is barely audible over your moans. 

“That’s it, Y/N. Such a good girl, taking me so fucking well. Let the whole town hear you. I don’t fucking care.” 

Your leg drops as he leans forward, encasing you underneath him. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, clinging to him as pounds into your body with purpose. The coil in your belly snaps as you scream his name. His head lifts to watch your face again as you cum. Eddie’s rhythm dramatically slowing as he fucks you through it. 

“You’re so gorgeous, Y/N. You’re pretty all the time but your especially beautiful like this.” Your eyes are closed but you smile at his words. He begins thrusting into again chasing his own high. 

“I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve to have someone as beautiful as you in my bed.”

You open your eyes then meeting his focused gaze. “Yes, you do. You deserve to be happy, Eddie.” Craning your neck up towards him, you press your lips to his. You hold him to you as his hips sputter and he pulls away, moaning as he hovers above you, eyes squeezed shut as he cums. 

He delicately pulls out of you, taking off the condom and throwing it in the trash. When he lays back down, he wraps his arms around you before you both fall into a blissful sleep. 

When Eddie woke up the next morning, you were gone. He reached for his phone dialing your number but you didn’t pick up. He quickly got dressed with the intention of running to your house but as soon as he opened the door he was met with Chrissy’s tiny face. 

“Hey. You okay? You look frazzled.” She looks up at him with worried eyes. 

“No, um, was just going to head somewhere real quick but it’s fine. What are you, um, what are you going here?”

“I figured since I bailed last night maybe we could watch a movie or something.”

“Chrissy, we need to talk.”

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As soon as Eddie drove up to the school Monday morning, he knew something was wrong because you weren’t there waiting for him. He searched for you everywhere but couldn’t find you. When he walked to the cafeteria during his lunch and saw your usual seat was empty, he turned right back around, heading for the woods. He had zero intention of pretending like everything was ok with his friends or even worse sitting at a table alone with all eyes looking in his direction. 

When he reached the bench outside, he was surprised to find you. 

“Y/N, where the hell have you been? I’ve been worried about you.” You made a little amused face as a small hm left your mouth. “Are you ok?”

“Yup. I am just fine.”

“You don’t sound fine.”

“I’m good, Eddie.” You grabbed your bag, jumping off the tabletop, and heading away from him. 

“Okay, ya hypocrite.” You stop walking but you don’t turn around to face him. “Miss I don’t like games. You’re obviously pissed about something. You were gone Sunday morning when I woke up. I called you but you didn’t answer. I’ve been searching for you all morning and when I finally find you, you barely talk to me, let alone even fucking look at me. What the fuck is wrong—”

“I got up in the middle of the night to use your bathroom. When I was washing my hands, I found a green Hawkins scrunchie. You know the ones the cheerleading girls wear? Didn’t really think anything of it until I noticed the picture of you and Chrissy Cunningham on your dresser in your room.”

You threw your bag at his chest which he blocked with his hands. Finally looking at him, you glared with angry, fire filled eyes. “How dare you stand there and call me a hypocrite, you fucking cheater!” You pushed his chest with your hands and he did nothing to stop you. You had every right to be mad. 

“Oh, you have nothing to say now, huh? You plenty to say when you pulled me away from my date Saturday night.” You shoved him again. “Three months, Eddie! We’ve been friends for three months and you never once mentioned her. I didn’t even know you two were together.”

“Because that’s how she wanted it. The first time we met, I told you people didn’t want to be seen with me.”

“Why would you stay with her then?”

“On some level I understood where she was coming from. You just moved here. I’ve lived here my whole life. You have no idea how cruel people in this fucking town can be. I-I thought I was fine with our arrangement until…”

“Until what?” He looks down at his sneakers and you push his chest again. “I deserve an answer, Eddie. Until what?!”

“Until I met you!”, he shouts, striding up to you till his chest bumped yours. When he spoke again his tone was much calmer. “Until I met you. And it wasn’t just because you are sweet, beautiful, and the coolest fucking person I have ever met. It was because you didn’t care who saw us talking to each other. You sat with me at lunch and hung out with me around town. You stood up for me when no one else did. Not even her.”

“I…”, you sigh, crossing your arms as you slowly back away from him. “I’m sorry she put you through that but… I just don’t know if I can trust you, Eddie. You should have been honest with me.”

“I broke up with her.” Your eyes met his. “I’m not saying that absolves me of anything. You’re right. I’m a fucking asshole and I should have been honest with you from the beginning. No matter what, it’s over and whenever you’re ready, whether it’s a relationship or a friendship, I’ll be waiting.”

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You sat behind the school with your head in your arms as you cried. The feeling of a tiny hand tapping you, startled you as your eyes watch Chrissy Cunningham hold her skirt as she sinks down next to you.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you wipe your eyes, “I’m fine, Chrissy. Thank you.”

She looks at her hands as she nods. “He’s a good man. Eddie.” She meets your eyes and smiles. “I knew it was coming, the breakup. I was just too much of a coward to let him go. To be honest, when I saw you helping him study at lunch, I was glad he found someone to talk to. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen him smile the way he smiles with you.”

“Chrissy, I…”

“He told me what happened. I’m not angry but I can understand why you would be. I’m not here to defend him. I just thought, maybe, you could use my two cents.” 

“Thank you.” She smiled at you again as she stood up and brushed the gravel from her skirt. “You’re not a coward by the way.” She grinned again giving you a small wave before disappearing around the corner. 

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“Eddie!”

Eddie pulled the cigarette from his lips as he removed his headphones. “Jesus, Wayne! What!?”

“Don’t take that tone with me. Now put on a shirt because there’s a girl here to see you.”

“A girl? What gi—”

“Geez. It seems like you and I can never finish a sentence.” You laugh as his uncle moves a side so you can pass him into his nephew’s room. “Thank you and it was nice to finally meet you.”

“Pleasure is all mine. Edward, I’m headed to work. Don’t burn the trailer down.”

Eddie places his guitar to the side as he grabs a random shirt from the floor. He squishes his cigarette before throwing it over his head. 

“Hey. Hi.” You smile as he stammers, taking a seat at the edge of his bed. 

“What are you listening to?”

He hands you the headphones as he picks up his guitar again. Eddie starts strumming some notes from a Metallica song and you can hear them flow through your ears. 

“So I can practice without people complaining.” He grins as he takes the headphones you hand him, placing them on his stereo. “I, um, I’m glad you’re here.”

“I’d like to start over. As friends at first if that’s ok.”

“Okay. Can I… take you out to the movies on Friday night? Strictly as friends, course.”

“Oh, of course.” You both laugh.

“I’m really sorry for hurting you. Thank you for giving me another chance.”

Your hands cup his cheeks, turning him to face you as you place a soft kiss on his lips.

“Shut up,” you hiss, but your reprimand falls flat when his thumb finds your clit beneath your dress, rubbing those perfect, firm circles that have you jerking into his touch despite yourself. “It’s only been two w-weeks.”

The sharp smell of smoke fills your nose, and you watch through heavy lids as Steve lifts his cigarette to his mouth again, the end flaring bright orange before dimming again.

The sight reminds you why you came out here in the first place. 

“I told you,” you grit out, trying to ignore the way his swollen tip brushes that spot deep inside you that no one else can ever seem to reach. “R-robin sent me to get you for your best man, or man of honor—or whatever the fuck you’re called—speech, and then I find you out here doing that d-disgusting habit of yours again—” 

“Disgusting?” he interrupts with an amused huff. “You sure about that?”

And when his eyes find yours again in the moonlight, he leans back on one arm and takes another slow pull from the cigarette. His lips purse, cheeks hollowing softly and revealing those dimples you used to kiss before he woke up in the morning. 

You swallow hard, and your knees tremble in the dirt on either side of his hips, his cock twitching inside you. It’s not fair that he looks so hot doing it, too, with that smirk building at the corner of his mouth, and his tongue swiping over his bottom lip?

“Yes, Steve,” you whisper, breathy and desperate, your body arching against his. “It’s disgusting. This is why we took a break, remember? You don’t listen to me when I tell you it’s going to kill you one day—“

“God, you know what the worst part is?” he continues, tipping his head toward the sky like he didn’t even hear you. The smoke leaves his mouth in soft puffs as he speaks, drifting up towards the stars. “You keep telling yourself you hate it, because deep down…you actually like it.” His eyes drop back to yours. “Why do you think I didn’t quit these immediately when you asked, huh? Maybe I wanted to teach you a lesson.”

Despite the summer heat, a shiver rolls through you as he brings the cigarette up to his mouth again. Your breath catches as his eyes drop to your lips.

Then, he sits up and grabs your face, long fingers dimpling your cheeks and tilting your face down towards his and just…holding you there. His breath is hot against your cheek, and saliva pools in your mouth, your cunt clamping down on him hard in anticipation of his lips on yours. 

His hand under your dress slips under your thigh, spreading you wider so he can push his cock in deeper before it returns to your clit. Your mouth parts, a whimper caught in your throat. 

All it would take is one kiss to send you over the edge. Just a brush of his tongue against yours, and—

A stream of smoke hits your face. 

You jolt back on instinct, eyes burning, but Steve’s hands settle on your hips, fingers splayed possessively over your ass as he holds you against him. You cough, your walls fluttering around his length and pulling a helpless grunt from his chest.

“Goddamn it, Steve—” you croak, but he’s not fighting with you anymore.

He’s fucking up into you now, his mouth on your neck, and you work in unison to pick up the pace, neither one of you willing to stop.

Your hands fly to his shoulder for balance, but you can’t help but trace his strong arms through his shirt, feeling his muscles shiver under your touch. 

“I know what you like,” Steve says, “What you need. What turns you on. One cigarette and look at how wet you are for me.”

He’s right, you are wet. You’re practically dripping down his balls, soaking your inner thighs, and every pass over his hard, thick length is so slick and tight it draws whimpers unbidden from both your throats.

“Steve, you’re the one who dragged me into your lap out here, you think this is what I really need right now—”

“Yeah, well, you know what I really need?” he snaps, brown eyes flashing up in the dark. “I need you back in my bed every night.”

You swallow hard and your eyes drop to his lips. 

“More?” he asks, and you’re already nodding. He lets go of your hip with one hand, and picks up the cigarette again. This time, when he exhales it into your mouth, the smoke isn’t as harsh. It’s almost…sweet. Especially when you close the distance and press your lips to his. 

The familiar taste of him loosens something in your chest, and your hands fly to his hair, curling into the nape of his neck. 

His brows furrow as he kisses you back, and his arms leave your hips to wrap around you, helping you ride him quick and hard. Just how he likes it. 

“Will you come back to me, baby?” he pulls back to whisper against your mouth. “Fuck, I’ll do whatever….whatever you want. Anything, you know that—”

You kiss him again, slower this time, because the gentle press of your lips against his says more than any words can. His thumb returns to your clit, slipping under the fabric of your dress bunched around your hips, and he feels the familiar stuttering pattern of your breaths, the way your hips lock under his touch. 

“Go ahead, sweetheart, come around my cock,” he groans. “I know you need it. I need it too. C’mon, please—”

And just like that, the hot band between your hips finally snaps. You come with a muffled cry of his name, your forehead falling against his shoulder as your walls pulse around him. 

His hips jerk and you lift your head to cover his mouth with your own as his climax overtakes him and he moans, releasing deep inside you.

Your chests heave against each other as you slowly come down from the high. His cock twitches inside you, and he mouths at you neck, pulling soft whispers and promises from your lips as he tastes your skin. 

You let yourselves savor that moment—until the music stops in the distance and you remember that Robin’s looking for her best man.

He’s quick to help you up, steadying you with an arm around your waist as your legs wobble underneath you, before tucking himself back in his clothes and raking a hand through his hair.

Your gaze drops to the dying embers of the cigarette on the grass beside you, and you grind the toe of your high heel into it, smothering it into the dirt. 

“I’m still serious about you quitting, Steve,” you toss over your shoulder as you straighten your dress and prepare to walk back to the reception. 

“Fine,” he says, coming up behind you and dropping a kiss to your shoulder. His warm, calloused hand trails down your arm until his fingers thread through yours. “Just as long as you never ask me to quit you ever again.”

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Steve sighed as he checked his watch, noting the time in his notebook before leaning behind him to toss it on his desk and rising to his feet to amble to the front desk where the secretary had just finished putting on her make up. 

“Hey Amber. Why don’t you go ahead and leave for the evening?”

“Are you sure?”, she asks, even as she hastily tosses everything back in her purse and grabs her sweater. “We can give her a few more minutes.”

“Naw… Dr. Ortiz’s rule is if they don’t show up after 15 minutes into their appointment then they aren’t going to show and even if she did it’s not fair to make you wait.”

“Yeah, um, I have this date with this really cute guy and…”

“Hey, no need to explain.”, Steve chuckles, holding up his hands in surrender. “I get it trust me.”

“Oh, really? When’s the last time you’ve been on a date, Dr. Harrington?”, she teases as she saunters around her desk to head for the door. 

“Ok, first off, not a doctor yet. I still have six more months of interning and classes to finish. Two, I go on dates! I just haven’t found anyone as exciting as you, honey.”

The man smiles as the girl playfully rolls her eyes and laughs at his joke. 

“You’ll lock up for me before you leave?”

“Of course. Have fun and stay safe.”, he encourages, waving her off as she hurries towards her car. 

Again, Steve releases a heavy exhale as his expensive black shoes clack against the tile floor towards his office to finish up his paperwork for the evening. 

When he decided to be a therapist, he knew the process would be hard but actually experiencing it was on a different kind of level. 

The course work at Hawkins University was heavy but enjoyable especially when he tried out some of the techniques on Dustin when he would come over for a beer after his own classes. He’d even used a few on his parents when they would fight about a trivial thing or his dad would get on his case about “finding a real job”. 

“Dad, I’m good at this. I’ve helped a lot of people including my friends when it comes to loss and change.”

“Pfft. ‘Loss and change’. You definitely sound like a shrink. Look, son, you can’t make a real living sitting around talking about your feelings.”

When he started working on his doctorate, Steve fully dove in, knowing he was close to the end and all his hard work was about to pay off.

When he was told he could begin interning, he was nervous but excited; ready to take on this new experience. 

The man takes a seat at his desk and opens his notebook along with his computer monitor smiling when your picture appeared on his desktop along with his notes he had input over time.

You were his first patient and, boy, were you something. 

You were older than him which wasn’t abnormal but usually the doctor overlooking his internship liked to give him the younger crowd because she felt they would relate to him more. You actually had no trouble connecting with Steve, opening up with calm conversations about music and movies that he had actually seen. 

It took you a while to fully trust him and talk about why you were there to see him but when you did his heart broke with you as he placed himself beside you and hugged you to his side as you fully let go. 

You and your high school sweetheart husband divorced after 10 years of marriage and the news hit you like a freight train, leaving you feeling lost and abandoned without the one man you shared your life with. 

“I thought we were going to be together forever. He PROMISED me forever…but in the end he was a fucking liar…just like everyone else…”

“You trusted him. You believed someone you loved. That's... kind of what you're supposed to do. The fact that he let you down says something about him. Not about you. I don't know if he meant it when he said 'forever.' Maybe he did. Maybe he believed it then. People change... and sometimes they break promises they never thought they'd break. Doesn't make it hurt any less, though. I'm really sorry.”

“Pfft. Like you’d know.”, you tease, wiping your eyes with the tissue he handed you. “Good looking, kind man like you has probably never been hurt like that.”

Steve forces a small smile as his large hand runs through his hair nervously.

“I’m not supposed to talk too much about me and my private life.”, he thought. 

“Um, naw, honey, I’m human just like anyone else. Definitely been hurt in my past.”

“How so?” The man beside you sighs, eyes flicking your way to take in your still slightly rattled demeanor. “I won’t tell anyone that you’re human, I promise.”

The pretty boy laughs at your joke, your own giggle mingling with his. 

“Uh, let’s just say I know how you feel. I had a girl I was in love with but…we just couldn’t make it work…we’re good friends now though.”

“That’s good. Gives me hope.”

Talking to you was easy for him. 

Not only were you beautiful but you actually took his therapy to heart and tried a lot of the techniques he offered. You and he had been making a lot of headway recently with you finally standing up to your overbearing parents and telling your ex to fuck off when he would call asking for a booty call that your heart couldn’t handle. 

There was a bit of a hiccup, however, that he had yet to put in his notes nor tell his supervisor for fear of losing you as his patient. 

That alone was problem A. 

Problem B hit him out of nowhere during your session with him a couple of weeks ago. 

“I can’t to this, Steve. I’ve tried being intimate with other men and each time I get in my own head or…I don’t fucking know…I just don’t…”. You pause, gesturing absently into the air. 

“You just don’t what?” Your therapist asks, grinning from ear to ear when you blush. “Oh, come on, Y/N, we’re two adults. We can talk about sex.”

Your eyebrow quirks upward playfully making you both laugh. 

“I can’t…get there… Even in my marriage, I faked it a few times. In high school, you know, you’re just kind of learning all the things and then we got married and I don’t know. It was like he stopped being passionate about it…about me.”

Steve blinked at your assessment, his pen hovering above his journal even as his brain tried to will himself to write. 

His instinct was to tell you that you were beautiful and that you deserved to have someone be passionate about you but for some reason that felt like crossing a line.

“My friends want me to go out on this date with this guy and I know it will lead to something like that but I just don’t know if I have the energy to be disappointed.”, you giggle. 

“Have you ever been vocal with your partners? Tell them what you like and what you want? How you want to be touched?”

It was your turn to blink as your eyes met his. 

Something about the way he said his last word sounded…seductive…his tone winding around your frame like smoke from a cigarette. 

“I mean I guess I’m like any other person, you know. ‘Harder, faster, deeper.’”

“That’s not exactly the same is it?”

“Can, um, can you give me like an example?”

Steve recrossed his legs as he cleared his throat before answering, his voice dropping slightly. 

“Usually being vocal has more open and clear dialogue like ‘I like the way your tongue feels.’ Or ‘Keep your eyes on me. I like watching your face.”

A stuttered breath escapes you as you squirm in your seat, rubbing your thighs together. 

“So…something like…’I like the way your long, thick fingers feel inside me.’?”

“Yeah, yeah, honey, like that. You just have to be vocal. It doesn’t even have to be during dirty talk exactly. You can do something as simple as a compliment.”

“Can you give me an example?”, you encourage again. “What do you say before you get intimate?”

Steve smirks as his irises shift into the void for a moment. 

“’I love that dress you’re wearing. It looks gorgeous especially with the way it clings to your curves.’”

“You like curves, Mr. Harrington?”

“I like the way they look beneath me.”, he answers, eyes meeting yours. Normally, he looked at you with nothing but care and empathy but this particular look appeared almost dangerous. 

Dangerous in a way that would get you both in trouble especially since it had you trying to stifle any sound of pleasure that wanted to emit from your lips.  

“Or on top of me but especially in white lace.”

The clock on his desk begins to chime, shattering the moment as you release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. 

“I guess time’s up.”

Your therapist nodded, blinking a few times as if to swipe away the emotions he had been feeling before flashing you his large Harrington grin. 

“Good luck on your date and I look forward to hearing about it next week.”

You ended up going on your date and according to you it went extremely well without him making any moves.

“I did what you said. I was very vocal.”

“That’s good!”, he praised, his smile making you beam as well. “Why do you look sad about that?”

“Not sad exactly. We just didn’t exactly have a whole lot to be vocal about. He’s kind of…bleh.”

Steve laughs at your wording, ignoring the happy feeling that overwhelms him at the notion that you didn’t mesh well with this man. 

“Yeah, you’re going to have to explain that to me.”

“I just, um, I don’t know, maybe it’s been a while since I’ve dated but this guy was just so bland. Then again, that may be what I need right now after everything.”, you sigh, your eyes flicking his way as your therapist nods absently and writes something down in his notes. “What about you and your girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend?”

“Or boyfriend. I’m not judging. What were those first few dates like?”

“I’m, um, I’m too busy for a girlfriend right now. What with my classes and this internship.”

“Oh, come on. Good looking boy like you? I refuse to believe you don’t date.”, you tease, soft smile mirroring his own at your comment.

“Yeah, well, a MAN like me is extremely selective with who I let into my life especially with everything I’ve been through.”

Your chest deflates slightly at the sadness behind his sentence. 

“Must be lonely…not having someone to share in all this…”

Steve’s eyes follow your palm as you gesture around his room. 

“I’m used to spending a lot of my time alone.” 

Silence fills the space between you as you stare at one another, your irises filled with sympathy and unsaid words that you both knew could cause trouble.

Today you were supposed to have a lunch date with that guy your friends set you up with again so he assumed you most likely continued your evening with him instead of showing up for you session but it was a bit abnormal for you not to call and let him know. 

“You probably fucked it up, Harrington. Made her uncomfortable.”, he murmured under his breath, leaning back in his office chair and closing his eyes as he ran his palms over his face. 

Repetitive knocking grabs his attention, startling him slightly before rising to his feet and powerwalking down the hallway to find your wide eyed frame on the other side of the front door. 

“Jesus, Y/N, are you ok? You look frazzled.”, he relays the moment he allows you entry, locking the door once more. 

“Can, um, can we still have our session? I know I’m late and you probably have somewhere to go…”

“Yeah, no, come on. I was just finishing up some notes before I head home.”

Amber eyes take you in as you hastily scurry towards his office, your heels clicking along the tile as your gorgeous blue sunflower style dress flows with every movement. Your hair was pulled up out of your face but a few of the tendrils had been set free from their confinement…as if someone had run their fingers through it. 

“I’m not keeping anyone, am I? A secretary or something?”

“No, no, everyone left.”

“Why are you still here?”, you ask sharply, causing his head to tilt as he closed his office door. 

“Like I said…filling out some paperwork.”

“You said you were doing your notes.”

“For a therapist, notes ARE paperwork.”, he shot back, sighing as he collected himself, remembering where he was. “What happened, Y/N? You were supposed to have your date with that guy. Did it end poorly?”

“I wouldn’t say poorly.”, you murmur, forcing yourself to sit on the couch, your own irises taking in his ensemble as he sat his chair across from you. 

Usually when you met with him he was wearing a suit or at least a button up shirt with some slacks. It appeared he had gone with a suit today but because he thought you had bailed, he had removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, allowing the veins and muscles in his forearms to be fully on display. 

“What happened, Y/N?”, he repeated, empathy filled eyes meeting yours. 

“Arthur and I, the guy my friends introduced me to, went on our second date and it was, um, it was nice. We talked about what we do for fun and our jobs. He’s divorced to apparently and has a daughter. He showed me a picture and she’s really beautiful.”

“That’s good.”

“Yeah, yeah, and, um, he took me to this planetarium thing where they show you the stars and it was very sweet… Afterward, he drove me back home and I invited him inside and he kissed me.”

Steve’s chest tightened with jealousy but he pushed that down for the moment. 

“And how did that make you feel?”, he asked, the strong, husky sounding grumble barely masked. 

“Fine…I guess… We, um, headed to my bedroom and he kept, you know, kissing my neck and playing with my hair. But, um, I couldn’t…I couldn’t focus. I got in my head again.”

“What were you thinkin’ about while he was kissing you?”

“You.”

The man’s eyes snap up to meet yours, your own searching his for any kind of recognition or reaction. In your demeanor alone, he could tell that was hard for you say and knew he needed to say something but the giddiness at your words (along with the growing bulge in his pants) was blocking his brain. 

Thankfully you continued.

“It’s not the first time, you know, that I’ve thought about you like that. After one of our sessions a couple of weeks ago, I couldn’t stop thinking about the way you spoke; your examples for being vocal. I liked it, I liked the way it made me feel.”

“How did it make you feel?”

“Warm. Wanted…wet.” At your last word, Steve exhaled at the sexy way it left your lips. “I went home and touched myself, thinking about you… about my curves being beneath you…”

“Y/N—”

“If I’m being out of line tell me and I’ll leave. Trust me, I know how wrong all this is and I know how hard you’ve worked to get here. I don’t want to be the reason you lose this internship or your doctorate.”

When the man remains silent, you begin to internally panic, starting to stand to leave before his voice gives you pause. 

“I don’t want to lie to you.”, he says, his tone filled with authority. “I don’t want to lie and tell you that I wasn’t jealous when you told me about this date or that the idea of him touching you makes me want to break his fingers.”

When his amber irises meet yours, Steve uncrosses his legs and scoots his chair a bit close to you.

“I also think you’re one of the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” Steve’s compliment makes you smile, his own smirk painting his features as he inches closer to the sofa in front of him. “Maybe if we had met in a coffee shop or at school or some other stupid cliché.”, he jokes, easing the tension around you both. 

“I doubt you’d have given me the time of day.”, you jest at your expense, nervously laughing until his palm extends out to take yours in his grasp. 

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”, you shrug, gaze shifting to the void for a moment before he lightly but firmly pulls on your hand, forcing your eyes to lock with his once more. “I’m a bit older than you and…”

“And what?” 

Again, you glance to the side. 

Steve’s not sure if it’s intentional or instinct but when he speaks again it comes out in a timbre usually reserved for women in his bed. 

“Answer me, Y/N.”

You register it immediately, the change in his tone from business authoritative to a type of authority you hadn’t heard since you and your now ex-husband had stopped being intimate. 

“You’re very handsome and let’s just say handsome men like you aren’t attracted to women like me.”

You therapist’s eyes trace your form from your own glassy irises down to your hips to your feet and back around before a smooth chuckle escapes his chest. 

“This is the second time you’ve confused the words boy and man. You see, those ‘handsome men’ you mentioned? ‘Men’ who apparently aren’t attracted to a woman with a little extra curves aren’t men. Those are boys; little boys who can’t handle a beautiful woman like you. Now me?”

His knees graze yours as he closes the distance between you, his chest tilting till his mouth was inches from your own. 

“Baby, I’m a man.”

Your free hand cups his cheek, guiding his lips the rest of the way with a confidence you didn’t know you were capable of. 

Steve’s rational mind was screaming at him to back away, apologize for his inappropriateness, and tell his internship coordinator and professor what happened taking the consequences he deserved but the longer he tasted you and your tongue that eagerly caressed his when it invaded your mouth, the more that rational side was suffocated by his need for you. 

Your lips remain connected as you straddle his lap in his chair, a groan vibrating through you both when your panty covered core grazes the bulge in his slacks. 

His large hands roam your frame as his kisses trail down your jawline to your chest, your fingers tangling in his hair while you continue to make little noises that drives Steve crazy in the best possible way.

“Fuck, Steve.”

“Goddamn, my name sounds sexy coming out of your mouth.”, he mewled. “Stand up, honey, let me see you.”

You slide off his lap with a little whine that he ignores for the moment, lifting your dress over your head and tossing it to the side before leaning back in his seat. 

“Shit.”, he moans, eyes glued to your body as he absently undoes his belt buckle and pushes down his pants enough to free his cock from its confinement. “So fucking beautiful. Why don’t you show me, Y/N? Show me how you touched yourself while you were thinking about me.”

You nod your head, stumbling a bit when your thighs clench at the sight of him spitting in his hand to stroke it along his length. 

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“If at any point you want to stop, just say the word, ok? You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Again, you nod, sitting on his sofa and opening your legs as your fingers trace your thighs before his firm but gentle voice stops you. “Hey. Remember what I said about being vocal.”

“Yeah. Yes, I understand. I’m sorry, I just, I’ve never had a cock that big before.”

Steve can’t help but laugh as he tilts his head to the side.

“Yeah, I know. I’ll go slow though, I promise.”, he assures, smile fading to a smirk when you smile back. “Is that how you like it, honey? Slow? Feelin’ every inch of me.”

“Fuck.”, you mewl, gliding your appendages under the waistband of your underwear and swiping them between your folds, grazing your clit. “I-I like it slow at first but then I like it hard and rough.”

Your eyes close as you fully absorb the feeling of your own fingers, whimpering in annoyance when your brain begins to take over. 

“Talk to me, baby.”

“I…my head…it won’t turn off.”

Steve nods, pushing his slacks all the way off to the floor before falling to his knees to crawl your way. Placing himself between your legs, his lips tenderly meet yours, savoring your taste as his palms run along your thighs while you unbutton his shirt. 

“Steve…”, you exhale, your hand running along the red, fading scar across his neck down to his side. “What…what happened? Fuck, no, that’s none of my…I shouldn’t be asking you that…I just…it looks bad—”

His own hands grasping your cheeks and bringing your lips to his interrupt your rambling, his chest deflating when he pulls back enough so his eyes could meet yours. 

“Ask me.”, he replies, absolute as if there wasn’t a previous power dynamic between you both where he wasn’t allowed to tell you much if anything. 

“Who hurt you?” Your question startles him slightly, thumbs caressing your skin as he scans your features. “I’m a nurse, remember?”

“Ah.”, the man replies with a knowing smile

“This looks like an animal bite but this…”, you pause as your fingers trail from his abdomen to his throat. “This looks like someone tried to choke you.”

Steve’s brain runs through all the options including ignoring the question entirely and even considers telling you the truth. He’s spent a good bulk of his life especially since the final battle lying to people about what happened to him but for some reason… he didn’t want to lie to you. 

You had been through so much already, though, and the last thing you needed to know was that Hawkins once had monsters that he and his friends defeated all those years ago.

So, he went with the lie the government provided him to utilize. 

“I used to work at Starcourt Mall with a friend of mine at Scoops Ahoy after I graduated high school and when the building caught fire I got hurt.”, he recited, gesturing along his torso. “Some debris got my side and then some loose wiring…”

“Steve, sweetheart, I’m so sorry that happened.”

Smirking at your kindness, the man tilts towards you to kiss your lips again, gradually allowing it to grow more passionate as your tongue danced with his own. 

“What’s going on inside your head, honey? Tell me what you need.”, he whispers. 

“I want you to touch me, please.”, you murmur back. “When I was touching myself, I was imagining it was your mouth on me.”

“Yeah? Where?”

“I want to feel your tongue against my clit.”, you reply with a bit more confidence eliciting a cocky grin from him. “And I want your fingers inside of me.”

“Good girl.”

With that his hands grip your hips, pulling your body closer to the edge of the couch and one of your legs over his shoulder. A heavy, needy groan vibrates through his chest as his fingers move the damp cotton blocking your core to the side before allowing his head to fully collapse against you, his tongue pressing perfectly so.

“Fuck, Steve.”

Your frame squirms beneath his touch with every flick against your nub, his amber irises flicking up to watch your face as his lips close around it until he repeats the process. The man pulls back, only for a moment to suck on two of his fingers before effortlessly guiding them into your entrance.

“Jesus, baby, you are so fucking tight.” You moan at his words, reaching behind you to unclip your bra and toss it aside. “Shit…that’s my good girl. Turn off your mind and focus on how good I’m making you feel.”

Steve’s eyes continue to watch you as your hands massage your breasts, your thumbs running along your erect nipples eliciting a whimper from you that has his dick twitching in his boxers. 

“Cum for me, Y/N. Cum all over my fingers.”

You body trembles at his command, biting your lip to contain the scream that wants to break free as the coil in your belly snaps.

“Fuck, honey, that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”, he murmurs, crawling up your frame to kiss your lips as his appendages lace themselves under your panty line. “Let’s get these off.”

You nod, smiling against his mouth as you reach down to help him remove your underwear. 

Something inside of you ignites as confidence takes over and you maneuver his muscular frame till he’s seated on the sofa with you straddling his lap. 

“Hang on, sweetheart, let me…” 

One of his arms remains looped securely around your lower back as he leans down to grab his pants to find his wallet, producing a condom, and pushing down his own undergarments before releasing you to lightly spank your ass, signaling for you to hover a bit so he could put the protection on. 

You can’t help but smirk as your eyes remain on his face, observing as his own shift to the void and he grunts at the feeling of the condom sliding over his leaking cock. 

“Ah fuck…there we go…sorry. It’s been a little bit for me… Whenever you’re ready, baby.”

Your fingers thread through his hair as you tenderly kiss him, his palms equally softly running down your back in response. 

“It’s been a while since I’ve been on top. Frank always said I was too heavy.”

The man beneath you blinks, tilting his head against the back of his sofa so he could see your entire face. 

“Why didn’t you hesitate with me?”, he asks in that way you had come to know as if he already had the answer and wanted you to get there on your own. 

“Because…I trust you…and I feel safe with you.”, you coo, irises meeting his as you continue to pet his head. “And I want to make you feel good to. I want to feel every inch of you as deep as I can, Steve.”

Steve licked his lips as you rolled your hips against his allowing your pussy lips to drag along his dick coating him with your slick. 

“Then take what’s yours, Y/N.”

Taking ahold of his base, you gradually began lowering yourself down onto his cock, your eyes fluttering at the stretch as his mouth falls open warming your chest with his breath. 

“O-Oh fuck.”

“Take your time, honey, fuck.”, he whispers with a breathy groan as his palms continued to touch any part of your skin he could reach while doing everything he could to keep his eyes open and on you. “Fuck—so fucking gorgeous, baby.”

Your cunt clenched around him at his praise making you both moan as your forehead fell on his and you continued to slowly roll your hips, allowing him to fully fill you and for you to get accustomed to his size. 

“Take to me, pretty girl. How are you feeling?” When you subtly shook your head, a throaty chuckle escaped him. “Come on, beautiful, talk to me. I wanna hear you.”

“You—you feel so…so good. Can’t…can’t talk—oh my God—”

Steve smiles, cupping your cheeks as he guides your lips to his. 

“Your ex-husband is an idiot for letting you go.”

A mix of a whimper of pleasure and a needy moan leaves your mouth at his words as you yourself fully seated onto his length. 

“Steve.”

Your body falls against his, his arms circling tightly around you as you steadily grind your waist in circles allowing his tip to hit that sensitive spot inside you perfectly.

“That’s it, baby, you’re doing so good—shit—taking my cock deep like this. Empty that brain and just focus on my dick.”

His lips suck a light hicky on your shoulder, soothing it with his tongue as his hands slide to your ass, guiding your movements as you slowly begin to find your rhythm.  

“Harder.”

“Ride me, honey, trust me I can handle it.”, he practically pleads doing his best to hide the desperation in his voice. 

You give in, tilting away from him and gripping the couch for leverage as you fully put aside your insecurities and bounce on top of him, the sounds of skin slapping skin filling his office. 

“Fuck me—your pussy is perfection…taking me so well…”

Abruptly, the man beneath you sits up fully, placing one of his hands on the cushion behind him while his other grips the back of your neck keeping you nose to nose with him as his amber eyes lock with yours.

“Give it to me, Y/N. I got you. Cum again for me, pretty girl.”

“Oh fuck, Steve.” Your little whimpers drive him insane as his hips sloppily try to thrust up and met your own. “Help.”

Nodding, he clings to you and lifts you both off the sofa to place you on the floor giving him more leverage to pump harder into your core while balancing on his knees. 

“I got you.”, he repeats. “Cum, baby.”

Your eyes take in his sweaty form from his chest down to his stomach that flexed with every thrust to his palms that were clinging to your waist firmly but delicately. The sight alone pushed you over the ledge and your back arched as you came. 

“Shit! You squeeze me so tight.”

With a few more hard pumps and rolls of his waist, his face scrunched in pleasure as he grunted, filling the latex wrapped around him. 

“Fuck me.”, Steve groans, rolling off you to his side to remove the condom before throwing it in the nearby garbage can. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m ok. A little cold.”

Without missing a beat, the man reaches for his suit jacket on the back of his office chair and lays it over your frame, giving you an affirmative nod when you whisper a small thank you. 

The two of you lay together side by side in silence as you stare up at the ceiling, the occasional light from cars on the road illuminating his dimly lit room. 

“Your outfit was beautiful.”, Steve murmured, your head turning to face his as he spoke even as he continued to look upward. “The sundress you had on when you came in. I liked it. It looked good on you.”

“Thank you. I, um, I didn’t know exactly what to wear. I’ve never been on a ‘lunch’ date.”

“No? They’re fun. Good for getting to know someone without the expectations that can come with dinner dates.”, he replies a bit mechanically, sounding more like the therapist you had been talking to over the last few months. “I thought maybe your date had been going well which is why you didn’t call about our appointment.”

“And how did that make you feel?”

The man’s head finally turns so his eyes can meet your own before a subtle laugh vibrates through you both at your question. 

“It made me consider dropping you as my client.” You blink at his statement as he rolls onto his side and reaches out to cup one of your cheeks in his hand, his thumb dragging over your bottom lip as it trembles a bit with pain at the thought of losing him. “Because I got so jealous, Y/N.”

As you roll onto your own side, Steve extends his other arm out for you to use as a pillow while you place your own limb over his hip. 

“And that’s bad.”

You say it like a statement instead of question, understanding the situation you both are now in even as he continues to caress your face and your fingertips trace along his back. 

“As your therapist, I want you to thrive in your life…which would include going on a date and being more open…especially after your divorce. I should hope that your date goes well and you become more confident so that way…”

“I can do things on my own and no longer need you.”

“Yeah, sweetheart.”, he breathily answers before whispering softly. “This was wrong.”

“Wrong because of the professional relationship right? And not because you regret…me…right?”

Fire ignites within his irises as his palm moves behind your head to forcefully bring your lips to his, humming against them when he feels your own hand pressing his body closer to yours. 

“Don’t you dare think that. Do you understand me?”, he grumbles with his forehead still pressed to your own. “If I had met you in a bar or café or on campus or, hell, anywhere else I would have asked you out that very second. I would have taken you to dinner at the most expensive restaurant, danced with you till your feet hurt, and then carried you to my bed in my shitty apartment where I’d make love to you all night till your legs were fucking shaking around me.”

You giggled even as a tear fell that he promptly caught with his thumb. 

“I just…For the first time in a long time…I’m not sure what to do.”

“Maybe we hold each other a few more minutes…”, you began gently. “And then we get dressed and you walk me to my car.”

“And then what?”, Steve encourages, his hand leaving the back of your neck to trail down your spine. 

“And then we pretend this was a dream I had but won’t tell you about because I don’t want you to feel like you need to transfer me to one of the other therapists or feel like you have to report this to your professor.”

The man’s lips formed into a thin line, silencing all the thoughts that want to scream from his brain as he nods once more and pulls you into his embrace, both of you clinging to each other tightly. 

“Promise me you won’t tell them, Steve. Promise me you won’t tell them and risk losing everything you worked so hard for.”

“I promise, honey.”

The two of you continue to hold one another until your phone dings in your purse; a notification from your date asking how you were feeling since you told him you didn’t feel well before coming to Steve’s. 

Quietly, he helped you off the floor and redressed you, pausing only once while on his knees to press his face into your stomach and wrap his arms around you, his fingers curling slightly into the fabric of your dress when he feels you tenderly run your hand through his hair. 

Afterward, you waited on his couch for him to put on his suit, your eyes watching him even as you pretended to be answering your texts on your phone. Taking a seat at his desk, his irises zeroed in on the screen of his computer but why you weren’t sure until he chuckled and pointed towards the monitor. 

“I’m not great with computers. That’s why I insist on the notebook.”

“I understand. I prefer physical charts to all the data on the computer but…”

Steve grins when you smile before finishing his tasks and grabbing his things so you both could leave. 

“I’ve never noticed that patch on your bag before.”, you say as you gesture towards it. “You don’t look like a Dio fan.”

Your therapist laughs as he turns off the last of the lights and locks the front door behind you. 

“That’s because I’m not. After the, um, the fire, some of us were waiting for EMS and a lot of my uniform got burned so my friend, um, gave me his vest to keep warm.”, he lies, hating it every time he has to do it. 

“Sounds like a good friend.”

“Yeah, he was. He, um, he died a little after that.” 

Steve pauses when you both make it to your cars, his eyes scanning you over as you open the door and toss your purse towards the passenger side seat. He makes a decision then to tell you a truth only his closest friends knew. 

“One of my best friend’s, Dustin, hung out with him a lot playing this nerdy game called Dungeons and Dragons. It’s this fantasy game where—”

“I know what D&D is, Steve.”, you tease, grinning when he does the same.

“When Eddie died, Dustin kind of spiraled and I had no idea how to help him. He was grieving and angry and I was angry because I felt so out of control and I missed him so much but instead of being there I lashed out and he didn’t deserve that.” Amber eyes meet yours as he exhaled, thankful to allow all that to flow from his mouth especially to you. “I became a therapist because of them. Because of Eddie and Dustin. That’s why I have that patch, to remind me that after everything we’ve been through, we can come out the other side and actually be happy.”

You softly smile as you take a step towards him and cup his cheek in your palm, your lips gently meeting his as arms wrap around you to hug you tightly. 

“You’re a good man, Steve Harrington.”

“You’re a good woman, Y/N, and you deserve to be happy.”

“So do you, baby.”, you whisper, forcing yourself to let him go and climb into your car to head home, his heartbroken eyes following you as you drive out of the parking lot. 

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