stronger now - e.m

stronger now.

Pairings: Rockstar! Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: Infidelity, Talk of sex, Strong language, Alcohol Mention
Author's Note: Eddie would never cheat on you, but for the sake of an angsty fic - lets pretend.

Summary: Rockstar! Eddie doesn't realise what he has, until she's gone. 

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"Where you going?" Eddie asked, leaning on the doorframe to your shared bedroom.

He'd caught you off guard as you whipped around, ready to fight whoever had broken into your house. However, it was no intruder. It was your boyfriend of 5 years, Eddie, who had just arrived home 2 days before expected from his state-wide tour, as a treat for you.

His early homecoming was a great surprise to you, but not as much of a surprise as he'd gotten. Arriving home to a moving van parked outside, and your suitcase at the door.

"You're home early." You stated, forcing a warm smile on your face

"Yeah. I wanted to surprise you. Was gonna take you to our last show" He stood up straight. "Don't change the topic. Where are you going?"

"I'm going home for a while. I'm not sure how long for."

His brows furrowed, "but you are home?"

"I mean home, home. To see my family, friends from Hawkins. It's been such a long time."

"Don't lie to me either Y/N."

It was abrupt. A strong statement said through shaky words. Water began welling in his eyes, he'd never cried in front of you and he wasn't about to start now. If the boys from his band, were to see him now. His reputation would be ruined. So he fought back tears.

Your emotions mimicked his, taking a seat on the mattress in the half-empty room.

"I'm leaving."

At those words the brunet broke down completely, all worries of what his peers would thing gone. Falling to his knees on the carpet, A choked sob fought it's way out of his throat. You wanted nothing more than to run over and scoop the guitarist up in your arms. But, alas, that would have been inappropriate. And you knew better.

There was nothing either of you could say to fix it, after all, it had happened before. Big Lead guitarist caught kissing groupie after groupie. You chalked it up as 'part of the job.'

In the past, you'd never questioned Eddie's loyalty to you. It had taken him a year to even convince you to go on a date with him, and then a further 6 months to go on another. Girls were falling at his feet, but you were not. You were everything he wanted. Everything he needed, even if he never saw it.

It wasn't until Corroded Coffin's first headline tour that you started to doubt. The second night of their 4th stop. The first time he'd been untruthful. When he arrived home a short few days after, you knew something was off. Eddie was always into certain forms of PDA, an arm around the shoulder, or a make-out session on the sofa of the recording studio was not completely out of character for him. But ultimately, his clingy side was left in private. However, When the band returned home, he had not left your side once.

You questioned him later that night, and he confessed. You knew it was eating him up inside, and you trusted what he'd told you:

"It was a drunken mistake Y/N. Baby, please you've got to believe me. I'd never hurt you like that."

and so it was forgotten. Brushed off without a second thought. That was your biggest mistake.

You should've put up more of a fight, you should've left the first time, for when it happened again it was almost as if Eddie was pushing his luck. His penultimate show before he headed home, and back into your arms. How couldn't he have waited? You asked yourself.

A short, four show tour, and you had been invited along. A surprise for Eddie, planned by the rest of his band. However, when you arrived, there he was, groupie after groupie on his arm. You returned home the next day.

Upon his arrival, Eddie returned with flowers and a love song he'd written. Once again, the infidelity forgot.

Now, he'd returned after finishing his tour to find you packing your things. You'd grown stronger, ready to leave him once and for all. It was Dustin who had told you this time, which hurt you the most. Eddie's own best friend and he was telling you to leave him.

It was a girl in Milwaukee, the very first night of the tour, and he'd slept with her, not even 48 hours after he'd slept with you. That was the last straw.

Out of all the times that he'd cheated on you, that you knew of, he never cried when you found out. He never seemed to care enough to actually cry. Yet, here he was, sobbing into your stomach as he clutched the back of your thighs.

You faltered for a second, judgement clouded by the mop of brown curls kneeling at your feet. Soft sobs of 'baby please' and 'i'm sorry' stringing from his mouth like prayer. You almost believed him.

No.

Holding your head high, you walked out of his grasp and grabbed your coat. The 12 steps down to the front hall felt long, as Eddie was behind you the whole way, begging for you to stay. It felt sadistically right, he should be the one crying over losing you, not the other way around.

"Goodbye, Eds. Have a good show"

"Y/N please."

And the door clicked shut.

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