Dreamers — Eddie Munson

i don't wanna be on my phone but i need my phone to figure out where i'm going on a walk and i need my phone to get to my audiobook and i need my phone to call my brother and i need my phone to get in touch with my friends which is fine but i don't want to be on my phone.

so i walk and that's fine and i'm using the phone in an okay-way in that moment. but sometimes i am using the phone like it is a weapon and that's stupid because no it's not. ive seen a weapon those are different this is a phone. but it's also in my hands until 2 AM and i haven't slept. at 4AM. i don't even mean to do it half the time i'm opening the phone to check the weather or to check my email which are things-that-are-okay but then i am in my phone for hours somehow, and i missed the dawn while i was on instagram. i don't even like instagram.

i don't want to be on my phone im not good at it so i try to put distance there but then i'm distancing myself from my friends. we meet up in person but my pictures are on my phone and the menu is on the phone (mon dieu) and so is venmo. so i need the phone to be with my friends and that's fine because it can record concerts and fun activities and i can take pictures of them smiling with pumpkins.

but i don't want to be on the phone because i go to look at the pictures of the pumpkins and i hate how i look in it but it's fine. and somewhere between the pumpkins and 3AM i have lost so much time. i don't even know what i'm doing on it only that i don't enjoy it any longer. it is this long blank void. forever and ever. restless like how mushrooms feel restless beside a dead body.

i don't want to be on my phone so i pick up the phone and i type into google things to do in my area and i save them to my phone and i'll need my phone to get to the tickets and i'll need my phone to book the appointment and i'll need it, i'll need it

“is something wrong with me?” | e. munson

best friend!eddie munson x fem! reader

summary: in which you got stood up, again, and eddie is determined to lift your spirit, even if it means admitting the one thing he’s been able to hide for years…

notes: not to be sad on main but i wrote this based on what actually happened today irl and i needed some eddie comfort so this is a tad bit self indulgent but we all need an eddie pick me up sometimes. im also a sucker for the best friends to lovers trope so- i copied and pasted from notes so it’s unedited, be warned, some insecure thoughts but just know you are loved and very much wanted <3

word count: 3k, i got carried away

it happened again.

you got your hopes up.

you woke up earlier than usual, you took extra time styling your hair and even picked out your favorite outfit. you had work all day and knew you’d be able to clock out and meet this cute boy downtown for a date. a first date.

you hated the dating game. it physically made you ill to admit you’ve been putting yourself out there in attempt to break the record for being single the longest in your friend group. after countless rejections and guys who straight up to your face said “you’re pretty and fun to be around but i just don’t have feelings for you,” you finally felt confident about this one.

you met when you passed by each other at the store. he flashed a smile and asked for your number. pulled all the right cards. this guy actually asked you out on a date. it wasn’t a “hey come over to my house and we’ll watch a movie” which was code for “i just want to get in your pants.”

so when you showed up to the small diner on the outskirts of hawkins at the time you agreed to over the phone the night before, you weren’t expecting to be left stranded. you waited an hour. the waiter took pity over you and gave you a free milkshake which you gladly accepted before making the trek back to your car where you drove home in silence.

it was around 10pm when you heard the ring of your house phone and you picked it up to hear the familiar buzz of metal music playing in the background.

“hello?” your voice gave away your sad mood.

“L/N, i’m in desperate need of a late night drive partner. been itching to get out all day. this final project has been kicking my ass. damn you, o’donnell.” your best friend, eddie, rambled into the phone.

apart of you wanted to nicely decline and continue your sad romantic movie bing with ice cream but another part of you knew eddie would help distract you from your problems.

the only thing was.

you didn’t tell anyone you had this date. you didn’t want it to be another tragic date story. so you kept it to yourself. it explained why eddie was clueless to your abnormal sad tone.

“sure, eds.” a small smile forcing its way onto your face.

“perfect! be there in 10.” he hung up causing the buzzing noise to suddenly drop and you were back to feeling that pull in your stomach.

-

“you look rough, girl. what happened to you?” eddie playfully asked as you jumped into his van. the linger of smoke and alcohol stained the leather seats. you took in the familiar scent with a long inhale before shrugging.

“finals been kicking my ass too.” you lied.

“it looks like you’ve been crying. seriously, y/n, what happened?” his voice was laced with concern now he turned to face you more in the van. you just continued to stare forward. almost regretting this. you didn’t want to think of the familiar feeling of rejection any longer.

“nothing, i thought we were driving?” you snapped.

leaving it alone and trying to pretend you didn’t practically bite at him, he started the engine back up and drove away.

you and eddie have been best friends since middle school. what started out as a talent show rivalry turned into life long friendship. now, as seniors, or one repeat senior and former junior, you were attached at the hips. you were the rhythm guitar and background vocals in corroded coffins and a current level 15 half-elf bard in the hellfire club. after being friends this long, the idea of being more was off the table. your middle school crush was pushed so far down in your mind, it was almost nonexistent. that was why rejection hurt so much more. no way did eddie see you that way and as it turns out, no one else did either.

eddie could tell something was eating you alive. maybe it was fate that he felt the urge to call you up and invite you for an impromptu late night drive. he missed you, it felt like lately you’ve been avoiding him. now, he realizes something else was keeping you away from him. he could feel you becoming distant.

it was his goal now to make you smile and to hopefully fix whatever was making you upset.

the idea that came to mind was one he should have thought of when you first got in the car. as he turned onto creighton road, trees on each side of you, he rummaged through to find the mixtape you made for these late car rides.

with a quiet aha, he put it in and a smile came to his face when the familiar favorite began to play.

heaven and hell by black sabbath.

you could see his premature head banging from the corner of your eye. the song yet to transition to the part where you both would normally go all out. you knew he was trying to get a reaction out of you.

“nothing? come on, L/N” he began to drum at the steering wheel. “it’s a crime to sit still in the presence of metal. and with dio? that’s just plain disrespect.” he joked around, poking at your leg as he drove.

he screamed the lyrics, occasionally singing in silly voices or purposely being off key which caused you to finally look over at him with a face of disgust.

“you sound terrible.” you laughed quietly.

“ah she speaks!” he exclaimed, taking his hands off the steering wheel for a slight second to applaud.

“shut it, munson.” you sat back in the passenger seat with your arms crossed, starting to relax with a comfortable smile on your face.

the transition you were waiting for took place and you found yourself slightly nodding your head.

“there she is! best part of the song come on now!” he yelled over the music that was way too loud.

“oh what the hell” you shook your head before jumping up in the seat and fully head banging to the black sabbath song blasting from the speakers.

beneath the loud intricate melodies playing in the van were you and eddie’s laughs and off key singing.

a true distraction. for a second, the world stopped and it was just you and eddie.

when the song faded, eddie pulled into the empty parking lot you both would sneak to smoke when skipping class. it was your hang out spot outside of the hidden place in the woods where eddie did his dealings.

there were two sources of light at this hour. a light post and the flickering neon sign of randy’s music shop. the sign flashing green and red making eddie’s car light up like a christmas special.

once parked, eddie turned off the music with a heavy sigh.

“okay, trouble. spill it. what’s wrong?” eddie asked, his voice softer than before.

you went back to your defensive stance, with arms crossed and staring out the front windshield.

he didn’t deserve the attitude. he deserved the truth. he came to you when rebecca rejected him in front of the whole basketball team. he came to you when susan asked him out as a joke and ran off laughing when he said yes. you could tell him about being stood up.

for the third time. hoping he didn’t think it was as embarrassing and pitiful as you felt.

he just looked at you in silence as he saw the hesitation painted on your face. your eyes flickered between your feet and the light right outside the car.

“is something wrong with me?” you finally blurted out after what seemed to be years of silence.

eddie scoffed, “woah what? is something wrong with you? no, why would you think that?” you were his best friend of 6 years, his crush the majority of the time, and the sweetest most amazing person he’s ever met. of course there was nothing wrong with you.

you shrugged, tempted to go silent again.

“i’m starting to think there is. it’s the only explanation.”

“for what?”

“why today was the third time a date stood me up. i'm a complete joke.” you responded, so soft he thought he misheard you.

a date? you went on a date and didn’t tell him? he felt a pang in his chest.

he just looked at you with a sad face as he put the pieces together as to why the past few months you’ve had these small moments. three different times, three different dates have stood you up and you kept it to yourself.

“Y/N… nothing is wrong with you. you are pe-“

“you’re my best friend. i give you full permission to tell me straight forward. what is it about me that makes me seem like a joke?” you asked, genuinely. you stared at your hands that fidgeted in your lap.

eddie’s eyes widened at the question. how could he answer that?

he touched your shoulder to get you to look at him but you couldn’t. you knew if you did, the tears that you were trying so damn hard to hold back would finally let go. with a sigh, he grabbed your chin to force you to look at him.

his eyebrows were raised in concern and a frown appeared in his face, adding to his overall sad puppy look. it was his big sad eyes that got you.

“and no pity” you added, not fighting the small sniffle that came to you.

“sweet girl, there is nothing wrong with you. i mean that, full heartedly. cross my heart.” he ran his finger across his chest in an x-pattern. you rolled your eyes and tried to look away before he turned you back to him, staring into your eyes hoping it showed you he was serious. “those guys… they’re complete idiots. cowards even. and honestly, it’s their loss. they are missing out on one amazing girl.”

“you’re just saying that.” you wiped under your eye, trying to catch the tears before they ran down your cheeks. “you have to.”

“no i don’t, y/n. im serious. ive known you for six years now? im pretty sure i have the credibility to say that. any guy would be lucky to even be in your presence. so fuck those guys huh?” he laughed.

“then why do i feel like i’m never wanted.” you said quietly, the dark fear that haunts you being revealed. “i’m always someone’s second choice or entertainment for when they’re bored or until they find the next thing. i just want to feel desired for once.” you rambled, not caring anymore about the judgement of your best friend.

sure there was a small hint of pain in your voice caused by the boy next to you. the first hint of rejection was in fact the day eddie came home to tell you about this cheerleading captain from your class and how he couldn’t stop staring at her at lunch. but eddie didn’t have to know.

it hurt eddie to know that you have been hanging onto this feeling for awhile now. he didn’t like knowing his best friend was looking at herself in the mirror and telling herself she was undesirable when he in fact have been pushing away his own feelings toward her for years. he even forced an infatuation with chrissy cunningham, the queen of hawkins high, in order to get over you. he himself felt unworthy to be anything more than your friend.

that’s why it confused him as to who and why these boys were breaking your heart.

silence.

eddie cleared his throat.

silence.

when he finally spoke up, he said your name so soft as if it was fragile. as if, spoken at any louder volume, it would break. he mustered all the courage in the world to look into his best friends eyes and hope that what he said didn't make this worse. didn't make you feel worse.

"freshman year, we just started corroded coffins, right?"

you nodded, confused to what he was getting at.

"we played at whatever festival it was that year and that guy came up to us after just to talk to you."

the memory recollected in your mind.

a student, who seemed to be a year or two above you, came up to you clearing not interested in the band as a whole. he just thought it was hot to see a girl play guitar up on the stage. you didn't like the situation one bit.

"you came and wrapped your arm around me and called me babe." you snickered.

"thanks for coming and seeing the band, we appreciate the support."

"well, I was actually wanting to ask-"

"my girlfriend here was amazing. weren't you babe?"

"oh- uh- yeah she was." the dude walked away rolling his eyes and you laughed so hard as you took eddie's arm off you.

"good one, eds."

"yeah, well. if we're being honest tonight..." he started, clearing his throat to stall. "I was jealous."

"j-jealous?"

"I hated how easily the guy came up to you with confidence. I was scared he would sweep you off your feet. I did that not only to save you from a disaster waiting to happen but also because I didn't like the idea of another guy taking my spot."

"eddie..."

guilt from the way you responded that day creeped in, mixed with your own hurt from rejection.

"when you laughed, I told myself that we were clearly just friends. you didn't see me as anything more. so i accepted my place as the best friend."

silence.

he shook his head, chuckling nervously.

"no hard feelings, I promise. Im just telling you that to say..." he was scared to look into your eyes again, afraid he'd melt at the way you stared at him now. "you are very much in fact desirable. I would know, because I've had a stupid crush on you since the seventh grade. i've just been too scared to tell you. scared you would laugh in my face and i'd lose out on an amazing band mate, my best campaign partner, the one person that knows me more than I think I know myself sometimes. it makes me so angry to know that others don't see you the way that i do. god damn it, Y/N, you have no idea how wanted you are. there's nothing wrong with you. not one single thing. every part of you is my favorite. and if I just made this whole thing awkward, im so sorry I just- I hope it makes you-"

"eddie"

"feel better because I hate seeing you upset."

"eddie"

"what?"

"can I kiss you?"

he nodded with his wide eyes and slightly parted lips, wondering how you both got here. he wasn't complaining. not when the girl of his dreams was currently grabbing his face and pressing her soft lips against his.

years of mutual pining and the both of you being idiots led to this moment. a soft kiss that pushed to be more passionate. unspoken feelings being expressed by the way eddie gently grabbed the sides of your face, pulling you closer. you ran your hands through eddie's hair as you tried to get as close as the front seat would let you. pushing up onto your knees causing eddie to moan as you slightly tugged at his curls.

if breathing wasn't a vital part of living, you don't think you would have ever stopped kissing him. there were so many times during your friendship with eddie that you were scared he caught you staring at his lips. now you were able to finally say that his lips were softer than expected.

you pressed your forehead against his as you both slowed your breathing.

"in case it wasn't obvious-" you laughed between breaths, "i've had a stupid crush on you ever since you beat me in the talent show."

"i still think it was rigged, you should have won."

"not the time, munson" you both laughed. everything feeling peaceful.

"we're really big idiots aren't we, sweetheart?"

"i really had to get stood up three times to finally get a kiss from eddie munson."

you sat back in your seat and stared up at your best friend. his smile turned into a sympathetic frown.

"i'm sorry, again."

you shrugged.

"it's alright. it's their loss. i'm no longer available anyways."

"oh really now?" he asked, the biggest smirk on his face.

"mhmm."

"and who's the lucky fella?"

"i'm staring right at him." you smiled, both of you never daring to look away.

"can i take you out on a proper date? I want to do this right. i-i'm gonna get you flowers, i'll even wear a button up and tie. i heard there's this nice Italian restaurant downtown-" eddie rambled again. he swore he would never let you feel rejected or undesired ever again. this meant he would do any and all he could to make up for what the other guys took from you. what you deserved.

you reached over and grabbed his hand to give a reassuring squeeze.

"i was thinking we could go rent a movie and stay at your place." you shrugged. you didn't need fancy dates. you didn't need eddie to change how he dressed or waste his money on flowers and jewelry like all the other guys did to prove their love. you just wanted him. your best friend. "i just want you."

"is it too soon to say im in love with you?"

-

A hole in the world (Chapter 2)

(Eddie Munson x F Reader)

Story: you try to move on with your life after Eddie's death but Hawkins is still on the verge of being swallowed by the Upside Down.

This chapter: Eddie is back, alive and well, and with barely a scratch on him. Or are things just too good to be true?

Word count: 2766

Warning: 18+ for explicit smut and language

Chapter 2

It was him. But it couldn’t be, you watched him die. You saw the life drain from his eyes.

“Eddie?” your voice was shaking.

He finally lowered his arms and looked at you.

His face was covered in blood and dirt, eyes stained red from his tears but his expression lit up when he saw you.

“Y/N?” his voice was weak,” You’re alive?!”

He stood up, suddenly finding the energy to move but you flinched when he tried to come closer, holding up your hands in defense.

“Stay back.”

“Y/N?” he repeated, a look of confusion on his face.The last time he saw you you were fighting demobats with Steve, everything after that was a blur.

The lights were still flickering above your heads and you could feel your heart race.

“You can’t be real, I watched you die.”

“Y/N, it’s me,” he lowered his hands and stayed put, showing you he was not a threat.

But it didn’t convince you yet.

You just couldn’t connect it in your head, the only logical explanation was that you were hallucinating and if that was the case this wasn’t Eddie but something far more dangerous.

Your head was fighting with your heart, you wanted him back so bad you wanted to believe it was real, but how could it?

Tears filled your eyes and you were shaking your head, whispering to yourself,“Wake up, wake up, wake up!”

“It’s me, Y/N,” Eddie kept repeating.

“How do I know that for sure?”

He grabbed a pillow from your bed and thew it at you, hitting you right in the face.

“Aww!”

“It’s me, you’re not dreaming, I’m here.”

The pillow slid from your hands onto the floor, you could do nothing but stare at him in shock.

”Eddie?” your voice trembled and tears filled your eyes," How?"

“I don’t know,” Eddie started crying too.

It was enough to break you and you let go of your last fear and stepped forward, falling into his arms, the both of you clinging to the other for life.

“I thought you were gone,” you cried, burying your face into his neck.

“I was…I think, I…I can’t remember what happened.”

You leaned back to look at him,” What do you remember?”

“I remember Dustin, he was holding me and then everything went black. After that I…I was searching for you but I couldn’t find you anywhere, I didn’t know where I was, I thought…I was so scared…,” he sobbed out the last words and you pulled him closer again.

“It’s okay, you found me,” you tried to comfort him even though you were crying just as much as he was.

Neither of you wanted to break the hug but you realized he needed to get cleaned up, and you had no idea how badly injured he was underneath all the blood.“You need a doctor, or a hospital.”

“I’m fine,” he shrugged,” What I need is a shower.”

You helped him into the bathroom and grabbed some clean towels while Eddie started undressing.

When you turned around you found him staring at himself in the mirror, a look of horror on his face.

“What’s wrong?” you asked worried.

“I didn’t know I looked…this bad. Shit.”

“It’s okay,” you tried to comfort him,”It’s just blood, it’ll wash off. Right?”

You hoped.

He smiled nervously and started unbuttoning his jeans while you let the water run. You wanted to give him some privacy and head back to the bedroom to find him some clothes but when you tried to move past him he reached for your hand. His touch sent chills right up your spine.

“Stay,” he whispered,”Please.”

He was completely naked now and while you’d been with him like this many times this time felt different. You were nervous and you weren’t sure why.

Eddie took his time to look at you, taking you in from top to bottom. His intense gaze doing nothing for your nerves. Then he carefully grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, slowly undressing you.

“I got blood all over you,” his voice was low and quiet,”You should join me.”

You couldn’t stop looking at him, even with all the blood and dirt on him he still looked so beautiful. His hands moved over your hips, fingers hooking into your panties to pull them down, never taking his eyes off you as he kneeled down to help you step out of them.

He took your hand again and you followed him into the shower. Neither of you spoke a word while you rinsed the blood off him, not wanting to break this tension that was now hanging between the both of you. The water, as red as the sky outside, disappeared into the drain. You took your time to wash his hair and he did the same for you, his touch gentle but focussed. You leaned into it and smiled. Eddie’s eyes were closed when you washed his back and shoulders.

The more blood washed down the drain the more you noticed he barely had any scars on him. For a guy who nearly died he looked amazingly well.

Eddie turned around to meet your eyes and the sight of him took your breath away. No more blood, just his face, his beautiful gorgeous face, with those innocent doe eyes and soft smile you had fallen for so hard some six months ago. This was your Eddie.

Your emotions were getting the better of you again and you started crying.

“Hey, what’s wrong, sweetheart?” Eddie cupped your face to look deep into your eyes. His thumb gently brushed away the tears that fell down your cheek while he leaned in closer.

”Hey, it’s okay, cry baby,” he teased.

You laughed through your tears and leaned into his touch, wrapping your arms around his stomach.

He hugged you back,“I’m here now,” he soothed you,”It’s gonna be okay.”

Then he leaned in to kiss you, soft and a little hesitant at first until you put your arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

His next kiss wasn’t soft, it was hungry and needy and it made you weak on your feet. You needed him so much it scared you.

Eddie pushed you up against the wall of the shower, deepening the kiss while his hands moved up to cup your breasts. You couldn’t suppress a little moan when his thumbs grazed your nipples and he smiled at your reaction. When he was done kissing your lips he moved down to your neck, playfully biting your earlobe before kissing and licking his way down to your collarbone.

Your breathing was speeding up quickly and so was his.

“Fuck, Eddie, please,” you whined softly.

You could feel him chuckle against your neck, pleased to see how quickly you reacted to him touching you, just like it had always been.

His hands were now on your hips, teasing your hipbone with his thumb. That little gentle touch was enough to drive you insane, he always knew exactly how to get you there.

“I need you,” you breathed, fingers tangling into his hair to encourage him.

He kissed you again, slow and deep and then he moved one hand down in between your legs. You gasped when he found your clit and he grinned into the kiss.

“God, I love how needy you get for me,” he breathed and started making slow circles with his fingers. You bit down on his lip to keep from moaning out loud and that only spurred him on.

You had forgotten how much you’d physically missed him. Not just the sex but having him this close to you, bodies pressed together, him teasing you and bringing you so close to that edge you could scream. Completely at the mercy of his touch, knowing he would always give you what you needed.

You moved your hips up against his fingers, desperately seeking more. You couldn’t hold back your moans any longer. Every sound coming from your lips was music to his ears. Seeing you surrender to him like this was his favorite part. You were coming undone, clinging to his back as your orgasm hit you. Eddie let you ride it out, holding you up on your feet until it was over.

When you opened your eyes again he was already looking at you, eyes so dark it made you shiver.

You pulled him in to kiss him again, feeling his erection press against your thigh. For a while you just kissed, coming down from your high and Eddie didn’t rush you. He just caressed your hair and indulged in making out, slowly, savoring every moment. But after a while you noticed how hard he was breathing and his erection was still pressing against your leg, he was rock hard now.

You reached down and jerked him slowly, causing Eddie to lose control for a moment.

“Fuck,” he grunted and he leaned his forehead against yours, seeking eye contact and biting his lip. He started thrusting up into your hand, desperate for more but patient enough to wait until you would give it to him.

You kissed his neck and his shoulders, one hand moving down to cup his ass while the other was still working his cock. He was breathing heavily now, you could tell he was getting close so you slowed down a little causing him to whine and swear under his breath.

“Please…fuck, I need you,” he moaned into your ear, voice low and filled with want.

You jerked him a couple more times before giving in and guiding him to where he wanted to be.

You both breathed heavily when he finally moved into you, eyes searching yours and holding your gaze as he started moving his hips. He fucked you slowly, never rushing and never breaking eye contact only to kiss you again. One hand moved back down between your legs to tease your clit.

Any control you just had you lost in this moment and you gladly handed it back to him.

“Harder,” you begged him,”Please.”

He moaned obscenely loud when you bit his lip and scratched his back.

You didn’t need to ask again. Every thrust hit you a little deeper and a little faster now, quickly bringing you towards the brink again and you could tell he was just as close as you were but he wouldn’t come before you did. He was always a gentleman like that.

“Don’t stop,” your voice was shaking with how much you needed it.

Eddie grabbed your hair and pulled down hard, exposing your neck so he could lick your skin, making you scream when he left little bite marks on your shoulder.

You came only a few seconds before he did and it felt like you disappeared with him, there was only you and Eddie and everything else fell away. You clung to him for dear life, taking him over the edge with you. He fell apart in your arms, moaning your name over and over.

He didn’t let go of you for several more minutes after that, he just hugged you and caressed your hair while whispering sweet nothings into your ear and you knew this was what heaven must be like if there was one. You wanted to stay inside his hug forever.

Eventually you both got out of the shower and helped each other dry off and put on clean clothes. Eddie brushed your hair while trying to steal kisses and you tickled him any chance you got just to hear him laugh again.

God, you had missed his laugh so much.

He moved to stand behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you tightly, resting his head on your shoulder. His eyes met yours in the mirror in front of you and you both couldn’t stop smiling at each other.

“Listen,” Eddie then spoke softly and a bit more serious,”As much as I love this cozy bubble we’ve got going on here and I wouldn’t mind staying here forever, at some point we’re going to have to address what’s out there.”

“Out there?” you put your hands over his and leaned back into his hug,”I don’t know what you’re talking about, Eddie Munson, I only know in here. Inside good, outside bad.”

You pulled a face and Eddie laughed, making your heart melt again.

But you knew he was right, you couldn’t keep denying that the sky was falling down out there.

“We can’t stay here,” Eddie pointed out.

“Yeah, I know,” you sighed and turned around to look at him,”I just wished we had a little more time.”

Eddie pulled you close again,”I plan on having a lot more time with you, but if we stay here I’m pretty sure that’s not going to happen so…”

You nodded,”I’ll pack some stuff, can you find us a car?”

He gave you a smile,”Who do you think you’re talking to? Give me 10 minutes.”

***

You were just in the middle of packing when your phone lit up with a text from Steve.

“Get out of Hawkins, asap.”

You rolled your eyes but also smiled at his persistence to keep you alive.

Another one: “Asap means now.”

You grabbed your phone to answer him but before you could type Steve texted again. “For once do as I tell you.”

You laughed and started typing,”We’re leaving today, I promise, don’t worry.”

“Who’s we?”

”I know this is going to sound strange and I can’t explain it but Eddie’s here,” you texted back with a smile on your face.

It stayed quiet for a moment on the other end and then you got a text back that wiped the smile off your face and made a chill run up your spine.

“Y/N, are you sure that’s Eddie?”

You didn’t get time to text back because Steve called you.

You answered immediately,“What do you mean are you sure that’s Eddie??”

“Where are you?”

“I’m in the bathroom.”

“Are you alone?”

“Yes, Steve, tell me what the fuck is going on right now.”

“Listen, some things have been happening here, it’s hard to explain.”

“Try.”

“The Eddie you’re seeing might not be our Eddie.”

“The fuck does that mean?”

“It means I need you to get out of there and get away from him.”

“Steve,” you were shaking your head,” No, I can’t…”

“I know, okay,” his voice turned softer,”I know, but…please trust me on this, can you do that for me? Please, Y/N?”

You stayed quiet but you’d started shaking and tears were forming in your eyes.

It couldn’t be, not after everything that just happened in the shower, the way he kissed you, made love to you, looked at you. That couldn’t be anything or anyone else other than your Eddie.

You would know.

Wouldn’t you?

“You need to get out of there,” Steve urged you again but you were no longer listening.

“Y/N, are you still there? Did you hear what I just said?!”

You turned off your phone and pushed back the tears, trying to block all the bad and scary thoughts from your mind. Trust your heart.

“Trust your heart,” you whispered, trying to convince yourself.

You let out a shaky breath before looking at yourself in the mirror, gathering the strength to take the next step.

You stuffed some last things in your bag and made your way to the living room.

Eddie was just walking in as you closed the door of the bathroom behind you.

He walked up to you with a beaming smile and took the bag from your hands,” Ready to go?”

“Yeah, I just…,”you grabbed his shirt and pulled him close, holding him there so you could take the time to look deep into his eyes.

“Everything okay?” Eddie asked while gently cupping your cheek and giving you a worried look.

“Yeah, I…” you bit your lip and shook your head and Eddie leaned in to press his forehead against yours. His big brown doe eyes staring right back at you with so much love in them it made everything else fade away.

You knew these eyes, you fell in love with these eyes, and that smile, and your life hadn’t been the same since.

Whatever Steve saw or heard, he was wrong.

“Let’s get out of here,” you smiled.

This is a public call: does anyone know of any good George Harrison fics?? I have read so many but I need more!! Can be any type of George; teddy, beatle, dilf, gardener, au, ANYTHING😭 any recommendations are appreciated

This is a public call: does anyone know of any good George Harrison fics?? I have read so many but I need more!! Can be any type of George; teddy, beatle, dilf, gardener, au, ANYTHING😭 any recommendations are appreciated

It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

where did all the time go

getting that august feeling (things that have ended endlessly are ending again)

every day i wake up alone in my little creaky beloved bed and I look around with sleepy eyes and realize it’s a “remember, loneliness is still time spent with the world” kind of morning