stranger things imagines.

it's not that simple (NSFW)

POSTED ON: scoopsahoy

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It'd been a long week in Hawkins without Eddie. The two of you thought you did a good job of hiding your relationship and being as secretive as possible, but you'd gotten caught by your mom, who walked in on you on top of him in just your bra and underwear.

Considering you had to keep your relationship from them, you weren't surprised that you got yelled at for being with him, despite both of you being twenty years old. They had always been concerned with their social standing, and they didn't like that he lived in a trailer, that he had tattoos and long hair, that he listened to rock music and played electric guitar, or that he didn't get straight A's. They told you in front of him that if their daughter was dating someone "like him", it would destroy their reputation.

Breaking up with him was the hardest thing you've ever had to do. You'd never felt this way about anyone, and the two of you had even talked about your future and possibly getting married which, for him, was a big deal. He'd said a few times that he'd been mostly against marriage for himself, believing it to be an unnecessary and stupid method to profess your love for someone and that it was something he was never interested in until he met you.

And, unbeknownst to you, he'd even gotten his grandmother's ring and kept it in his sock drawer until just the right moment. The two of you were only twenty, so he had plenty of time to pop the question, but he wanted to be prepared.

Driving home with your passenger seat empty had been a strange feeling all week. Eddie was usually there, air-guitaring along to whatever song was playing on the radio or cassette he chose, usually Metallica.

But he wasn't in your passenger seat tonight. Instead, he'd spent all week in bed, which concerned his uncle Wayne. He'd been broken up with by the woman who made his heart skip a beat when he thought of her, or who made him want to cry with pure love.

And he decided that this relationship wasn't over just because your parents were more concerned about their public image than their daughter's happiness. He knew that your parents worked the night shift and that you were the only one home, meaning that he wouldn't have to confront them if he showed up.

So he took a deep breath before jumping in his van and speeding over to your house.

You were folding clothes on your bed when you heard the front door open and shut, assuming it was one of your parents coming home early from work. You wiped the tears staining your cheeks and hoped to avoid a long, self-preserving conversation with one of them.

Your door opened and you heard footsteps enter the room a few seconds before the door shut again.

"If you're here to tell me that this is what's best for the family and that you only did this to protect me, I'm not interested," you stated as you put a shirt on a hanger.

"No, I'm not here for that."

You turned around to see Eddie standing there, his hands in his pockets. You could tell that he'd also been crying, something he didn't do much of.

"Eddie," you whispered. You looked at each other for a moment before you turned back around, continuing to work on the pile of clothes. In your normal voice, you said, "You shouldn't be here."

He couldn't see your face, but he continued talking. "I know." He slowly began walking over to you, stopping when he was a few feet away.

"We can't see each other anymore."

"That's bullshit and you know it."

You hesitated. "Trust me. I know."

"Y/N... I can't do this."