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First one-shot from my Sabrina-inspired collection.
Pairing: Ex-Boyfriend!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Summary: It’s 2am and you receive a drunken phone call from your ex-boyfriend, Eddie- and when Eddie is drunk he has a lot to say.
Content Warning: 18+ smut, drunk!eddie, ex-boyfriend!Eddie, dirty talk, inappropriate/suggestive language, profanity, threatening to drive while under the influence (DO NOT drunk drive y'all. I will beat you with a stick)
A/N: Sorry if this sucked. I was trying to dabble more in phone-sex type writing. The original request was also for reader to be the one to drunk dial Eddie but I thought it would be interesting to switch it around.
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“Hello?”
Your voice was tired as you picked up the phone, rubbing your sleep-heavy eyes at you glanced at your alarm clock.
1:47am.
“Give me the phone, dude. You’re gonna regret this in the morning.”
You heard the sound of mumbles and rustling on the other end of the line as you tried to make out what it was that you were listening to- who the hell was calling.
“Nonono. Shhh…shut up. I just wanna. Hey! No! Gimme….gimme that baaaack. I wanna talk’ta her. C’mon. Gimme.”
You heard the familiar sound of Eddie Munson’s voice on the other end of the phone. A voice you hadn’t heard in over a month- not since the breakup.
“Hey, are you there?”
“Gareth?” You ask, trying to make sense of all of this. It was far too late for you to be dealing with it.
“Hey, yeah, sorry. That was Eddie.” He sighs heavily “We told him not to call you. But you know Eddie. He kinda just does whatever he wants.”
“Is everything okay?” You ask, sitting up in bed.
“Yeah, he’s fine. He’s just drunk. And stupid.”
And then you hear it again.
“Hey! Don’t tell her I’m stupid! M’not stupid!”
“Here we fucking go.” Gareth grumbles “Yes, Eddie, you are stupid. You literally just drunk dialed your ex-girlfriend at two in the morning.”
“Not my ex-girlfriend anymore after I-“ His words get cut off as he hiccups loudly “Will you lemme talk’ta her? Please? Pretty please? C’monnnn!”
You could hear the drunken giggles in Eddie’s voice. It was always a dead giveaway that he was tipsy. He got goofy. Well, goofier.
“Eddie, no.” Gareth says sternly “You are not talking to her right now.”
“But I neeeeed to.” He whines “Just wanna talk’ta her for a second. Just, like, a teeny tiny second.”
“No.”
“Gaaaaareth!”
You bit the inside of your cheek as you struggled not to laugh. Fucking Eddie. It was far too late for this shit.
“Baby? Hey, baby!” He bellows in the background as Gareth groans.
“Eddie, she doesn’t wanna talk to you, man. Go drink some fucking water and sleep it off like I told you to.”
“Are you sure he’s okay?” You ask, growing worried at how exasperated Gareth sounded. Eddie must have been giving him a hard time all night.
“Yeah. Like I said, he’s just stupid.”
“How’d he end up calling me, anyway?” You ask “I-“
But your words were interrupted by Eddie yelling in the background.
“Baby! Hey! Baby, baby, baby! Listen! Gare, is she listening? Babe, are you listening?”
“No, Eddie. She is not listening.”
“Oh, fuck off!" Eddie replies “I know she can hear me. Baaaaabe! Tell Gareth you wanna talk’ta me. I’ve got somethin’ to tell you. Somethin’ important.”
“Jesus Christ,” you sigh “He’s really off it, isn’t he?”
“Eddie, will you please shut the fuck up?” Gareth finally snaps.
“Gare?” You sigh “Just put him on the phone.”
“You sure?” Gareth asks “I don’t think-“
“It’s fine, Gare. I’ll just let him say what he needs to say.”
“Alright…” Gareth replies, his voice unsure. The next thing you knew, the phone was being hijacked by Eddie whose voice bellowed over the line.
“Baby?”
“Yes, Eddie?”
“Fuck, finally!” He exclaims “Never thought he’d get off the phone. He hogs the fucking line like he pays the bill or something.”
“Eddie, you’re calling from his house.” You point out.
“….Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Semantics and all that. How’ya doin’, baby?” He flirts “S’been awhile.”
“What do you want, Eddie?” You ask, cutting right to the chase. You didn’t have time for games.
“Ea-sy.” He sasses “Goddamn. A guy can’t call his girl to ask what’s goin’ on? Geez…”
“Eddie, I’m not your girl.” You remind him.
“Yeah, whatever, babe. Semantics.” He states “What good are they in the grand scheme of things, anyway?”
“Well, in this case, I think they’re pretty important.”
“I don’t concur but you are free to your own opinion, m’lady. My…beautiful…lady.” He laughs, causing you to roll your eyes.
“Eddie, you have five seconds to get to the point or I’m hanging up.”
“No! Don’t! Don’t hang up, please. Just talk’ta me. Miss your voice, angel. Miss you. So much.” He sighs longingly “That pretty, pretty voice of yours.”
“Eddie, this isn’t funny. I’m hanging up now.”
“Nooo! Do. Not. Hang. Up. I need- Baby, just listen….M’sorry. I know you’re mad. I was stupid. Soooo stupid but I miss you. Miss you so much. Can’t stop thinkin’ about you.” He rambles “You’re in my head.”
“Well, Munson, I hate to you break it to you but you need to get me out of your head.” You warn “You doing this right now isn’t good for the both of us.”
“Says who?” He challenges.
“Me.” You argue “Now, hang up the phone. Go take some Advil, drink some water, and go to bed before you make a fool for yourself. You’ll regret this in the morning.”
“No, baby. ‘M not gonna regret this. I regret letting you go. I was so stupid. So fucking stupid. Stupid, Eddie. I was a stupid, bad boyfriend.” He agonizes “Don’t wanna be stupid anymore. Wanna be with you, baby. I miss you.”
“Eddie. No.” You reply sternly “Stop.”
“Nooo.” He groans “I can’t. I love you, baby.”
“Eddie, you don’t love me. You’re drunk.”
“S’true.” He laughs “M’drunk but I also love you. Love you sooo much. Never stopped.”
“Jesus Christ…”
“Y’know what I love about you th’most?” He asks, a tiny hint of a giggle escaping his lips.
“What?” You sigh.
“You put up with m’shit.” He says “Y’do it better than anyone else. I was s’lucky. Lucky me.”
“Well, not anymore.” You sigh “Now Gareth puts up with your shit.”
“Yeah but s’not the same. I miss you.” He whines “D’you miss me?”
“Eddie…”
“D’you even think about me?” He pouts “You’re probably already seein’ someone else. Probably fucking someone else. I fuckin’ think about it and it kills me, baby.”
“Why?” You ask “We’re not together anymore, Eddie. We can both have sex with whoever we want. That’s how breaking up and being single works.”
“But I don’t wanna be single.” He complains “Shit sucks! Don’t wanna have sex with anyone else either. Jus’ you. Only you, baby. Couldn’t even get hard for anyone else if I fuckin’ tried. All I wan' is you.”
“Eddie..” Your heart pounds in your chest at his admission. Even after all this time, he still had the power to make you feel wrecked over his words. He was probably so drunk that he didn’t even realize it.
“C’mon, baby. We were so good together.” He pleads “Come back t'me.”
“That was before, Eddie.” You point out, trying to stay firm. You absolutely could not fold.
“Yeah but we can fix this. I can fix it, baby. Lemme fix it, sweetheart.” He pleads “I’ll do anything to get you back.”
“Eddie, you are so drunk right now.”
“Mmm.” He hums “And horny. Don’t forget horny.”
“Another reason why you need to hang up and go to bed.”
“But I don’t wanna.” He whines “Not when I’m getting somewhere.”
“Getting where, exactly?” You huff out a laugh.
“I dunno but you’re still talkin’ t’me so I must be doin’ somethin’ right.” He points out.
Cocky little shit.
“Goodnight, Eddie.”
“Nooo, wait!” He says “C’mon, baby. I miss you. You miss me.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
“C’mon sweetheart, I know ya do. Fuck, I miss you. God, I miss you. Haven’t gotten off in so long. My fucking balls are hurting, baby.”
“Eddie!”
“What? S’the truth!” He says “Using my hand isn’t the same. Doesn’t feel as good as you. God, I fucking miss you. You and that tight, wet-“
“Oooohkay!” You gasp “Stop! That’s enough!”
“Oh, c’mon, sweetheart. Don’t act all shy. You used to like it when I would talk to you like this.”
“That was before, Eddie. Now I don’t.”
“Maybe you just need a reminder then.” He suggests “Because I’ve never forgotten, sweetheart. Fuck, I remember everything. How good it was. How good you feel. How you taste. Mmm fuck!”
And, for some reason, you stay on the line. You close your eyes as you throw your head back into your pillow. Fuck, this sucks.
“Baby? You still there?”
“Yeah.” You sigh “I’m still here, Eddie.”
“Good!” He says “Good, good, good….because I’m horny, sweetheart….and lonely. Sooo fuckin’ lonely. I want you, babe. I need you.”
“Eddie, this isn’t-“
“Shhh! Stop it. Stop tryin' ‘ta fight it. It’s pissin’ me off.”
“You’re the one who’s pissed off?” You scoff “You called me. With your bullshit. At two in the morning, might I add.”
“Yeah but you love my bullshit, baby. You looooove it. You put up with it s’well ‘cause you know that I make it worth your while.” He chuckles deeply.
“And how exactly do you make it ‘worth my while’?”
“Mmm….Cause I dick ya down so fuckin’ good that you always forget why you’re mad.” He flirts “S’why you lemme get away with s’much, right, sweetheart?”
“Edward Munson, I swear to god I’m hanging up now.”
“No you’re not. You’re not gonna hang up. I know you. Know you soooo well. Know what makes you weak.” He hums “Know what’s makes you tick. If you wanted to hang up, you woulda done it already. No, you don’t wanna hang up. You wanna listen to me as I tell you allll the dirty fuckin’ things that I’ve been thinkin’ about, baby. It’s been weeks. So much time for me ‘ta think. You wanna know a secret?” He laughs, coming out deep and mischievous.
You couldn’t help but be curious. “What?”
“You’re gonna hate me but I, uh, I still use those pictures of you. You know which ones I’m talkin’ about? The dirty ones?”
“Eddie!” You exclaim “You were supposed to throw those out!”
“You wan’ ‘em, back?” He offers “I mean, because if you do, you’d have to come over’ta my place and come get ‘em.”
“Whatever, Munson. Keep them. I don’t even care.”
“That’s not true.” He tsks “You don’t mean that. You do care. As a matter of fact, I think you care soooo much. I think you secretly get off from knowin’ that your ex still needs to look at you ‘ta cum….and, baby, there’s soooo much cum. So, so much now that you’re not here to help me empty my fuckin’ load in you.”
Before you can stop yourself, you let out a desperate whimper. It was so quiet- hardly even there but you knew that it wouldn’t have slipped past Eddie.
God fucking dammit.
“Oh…” Eddie chuckles, low and deep in your ear as you squeeze your eyes closed. Fuck. “Oh, you like that, don’t you? Fuck, I knew you would. Always looooved to see me suffer. Loved to hear me be fuckin’ needy for you. Well, baby, m’so…fuckin’…needy without you. Dunno whatta even do with myself. So lost without you, angel. You and that tight…wet…cunt of yours. Fuck. Miss my girl, baby. Miss you sooo much.”
"Eddie..."
"Tell me, sweetheart, do you miss me? Do you miss my cock? My big fucking cock stretching you open. Fuuuck, I bet you fucking do, baby. God, I miss you. My good girl. Used to be so good for me. Used to let me fuck you anytime I wanted it. Fuck, you were always so fucking horny for me. You still horny for me, baby? Hm? Tell me. Fucking tell me."
"Fuck...yes, Eddie. I...I'm still horny for you, okay? Is that what you wanted?"
"Mhm. Exactly what I wanted, baby, thank you." He hums appreciately.
"Fucking jackass..."
"Your jackass, baby. All yours. Never stopped being yours. Only wanna to be yours. Still want you to be mine. Want you back. Fuck, I need you back. Do I have to fucking beg, sweetheart? 'Cause I will. God, I need you back. Need you wrapped around me. That fucking pussy of yours....those lips. God, sweetheart, I'm so fucking gone for you and you don't even care."
"I do care, Eddie." You admit "I just-"
"You just want me to suffer. That's it, right? You wanna teach me a lesson. You wanna make sure that I know what life is like without you. Well, sweetheart, it fucking sucks, okay? So lets just fucking make up already so that I can fuck you stupid. Like you're mine again..."
"Never stopped being yours." You whimper, growing so wet at his words. His devotion.
"Yeah? Fuck, baby, I knew it. Knew you still loved me." He sighs longingly "Fuck, I need you right now, angel. Right fucking now. Are you home?"
"Yeah, but-"
"Don't go anywhere."
"Eddie, you can't fucking drive!" You exclaim "You're drunk. You're not thinking."
"No, baby. No, no, no. I'm thinking too much. About you. God, you're in my head. Need you so bad."
"Eddie, baby, you're drunk. How about you just sleep on it, okay? How-"
"Nope!" He interjects "Need my keys. Where are my fuckin' keys? Keys....keys, keys, keys....fucking keys! Gareth! What'd you do with my keys, you dickhead?"
"Eddie-"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck.....okay.....new plan. You, sweetheart, need to come to me. Yeah? How's that sound?"
"Eddie, maybe we should just wait it out. It's not-"
"Sweetheart, listen, I don't think you get me right now. I have been without you for over a month. I am literally dying here. I need your pussy. Desperately. I need relief. Sweet fucking relief. I need to fuck you. I need to fucking bend you over the nearest fucking surface and fuck all of the fucking cum that I have been fucking backed up with for weeks. All of it. Need'ta give it to you. Right fucking now. I need to fucking bury my dick in that tight....sweet...little pussy of yours. I don't care if it's the last thing I do. I don't care. I neeeeeed it."
"Fuck, Eddie..." You moan "You sound so hot when you say things like that...."
"Yeah? You think I'm hot when I say filthy shit like that, baby? 'Cause I'm about to be fucking gorgeous by the time I get over there. So, what's it gonna be? You gonna be a good girl and let me come fuck you? You gonna let me give you this hard fucking dick? Huh? Or are just going to play games?"
"Okay." You say.
"Okay?" He asks.
"Come over here and fuck me, Munson."
The line goes silent for a moment. So silent that you were worried that the call had dropped. Then you heard the most guttural, animalistic growl that you've ever heard come from him.
"Fuck, baby, Christ! Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Don't fall asleep on me! I'll be there in fifteen minutes, sweetheart! I love you!"
The line immediately goes dead.
Well, you thought- staring at the phone in your hand before hanging it up.
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It's something about the combination of long hair, stubble, a mysterious past, quiet confidence, and looking like you've just been riding a horse for 2 weeks, that drives people crazy.
We will call this phenomenon The Aragorn Effect. My theory is that if all those same elements are combined with the correct proportions, any actor may be able to experience The Aragon Effect.
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He was babbling nonsense underneath you, the telltale sign that he was close. Closer than close. He was going to blow his load any second. His body was a ticking time bomb and all you wanted was to see him explode.
“Fill what, baby?” You tease “Use your words while I fuck you stupid.”
Just when Eddie thinks that you couldn’t possibly ride him any harder, you shift to lean forward- throwing your hips back onto his dick mercilessly as he gasps.
He cries out your name, mouth agape and eyes wide as you continue throwing yourself back, rocking back and forth to the point of almost breaking him. He was unraveling. Falling apart.
“Say it!” You demand, using one of your hands to cup his jaw, forcing him to look at you as you rode him within an inch of his fucking life. Eddie hadn’t given much thought to dying but he knew that this was how he’d want to go. Being ridden by you until the point of cardiac arrest.
“Fuuuuck….gonna fill your pussy, baby. Wanna fill you up. Wanna- oh shit!”
“Keep talking, Eds.” You pant, continuing to look down on him “You wanna what?”
“Wanna c-cum for you! Just you! O-only y-you.” He cries out “Fuck, sweetheart! I don’t know if I can take it anymore! S’too much!”
“What’s too much?” You ask, your tone teasing “This?”
You lift your hips, rising up from his lap to the point where he was almost completely out of your cunt- only the tip barely nestled inside of you before you quickly slam down onto him again, bottoming out immediately.
Eddie cries out, gritting his teeth. Be felt like his soul had left his body for a moment- body limp and tingling as you move up to do it again. And again. And again. God fucking help him.
“Oh god, oh god, oh fuck!” He chokes out, tears forming in the corner of his eyes “So good, sweetheart! So fucking good!”
“Look at you, pretty boy. Taking it so well for me.” You say, leaning forward to whisper in his ear as you continue sheathing his hard, aching cock inside of your pussy.
“It’s so good, baby! So fucking good! Oh my god!”
“Yeah?” You tease “Does my pussy feel good, baby?”
“Fuuuuck! So good! So so good!” Eddie whimpers “Need more. P-please?”
“More?” You tsk, looking down at Eddie as a stray tear runs down the side of his face. You smudge it with your finger, collecting the wet droplet before placing your finger in your mouth- tasting it. The sight of it causes Eddie’s eyes to roll into the back of his head.
“Oh, baby.” You mock “Don’t cry. It’ll all be over soon.”
“Such good manners.” You praise “Such a good boy. Think you deserve to cum now?”
“Please.” Eddie gasps “Wanna come for you, baby! Need to fill you up! Need to cum inside of you! Please, please, please!”
“You want me to take your cum?”
“Fuck yes! Please, baby! Take it! Please take it!”
“Are you ready?” You ask, looking down at Eddie- his face fucked out and wrecked. He can’t even answer, just nods frantically as he feels his release building up- ready to pump his cum into you.
“Fuck, please! Gonna cum in your pussy! Your sweet fucking pussy! I love you! God, fuck- oh god! I love you, baby! I fucking love you!”
“Cum for me, Eddie.”
And that was all you had to say. Quite, frankly, Eddie couldn’t even remember anything else if he tried- practically blacking out as he began to orgasm. His mouth open and aghast as he poured his load into you, cumming so hard that he could hear ringing in his ears. His cock shooting everything he had inside of you.
He was practically shaking as he tried to come down, enjoying the blissful aftershocks of his orgasm when he suddenly feels you inching up his shaft- attempting to get off of him. His eyes shoot open, moving quickly to wrap his arms around you tightly as he flipped you- your back hitting the mattress.
“Ed-“
“No!” He pleads, fire in his eyes as he looks down at you “It. Fucking. Stays. Got it?”
The switch from submissive to dominant happening so quick that it could’ve given you whiplash.
His shaking hand moves around the bed for the nearest pillow, quickly grabbing your hips and lifting so that he could slide it under you for elevation.
“Fuck, don’t move.” He pleads, slowly pulling out his softening cock.
As soon as he was completely withdrawn, Eddie grabs your thighs- lifting them up in the air before you have time to react.
“Eddie, what are you doing?” You ask, looking up at him in confusion.
“Look, sweetheart, if this doesn’t take then I don’t know what will. Just stay like this for a moment. Don’t wanna waste any of my cum.”
“Eddie, are you trying to baby trap me?” You laugh, trying to wriggle out of his grasp that only tightens the more that you fight.
“Trying? Baby, we’re not leaving this bedroom until you’re knocked up. There’s no way I’m letting you get away from me. You’re mine. Always.” He replies, moving to press a kiss to your lips.
“I’m not going anywhere, Eds.” You smile “Promise.”
“Yeah, well, this is just a precaution then.” He jokes “Keep your legs up like that, sweetheart. I’ll be ready to go again after a cigarette and, like, ten minutes.”
“Oh my god,” you snort, shaking your head “You’re insatiable.”
“Yeah.” Eddie smiles, lying down beside you as he drapes his arm over your waist “But only for you.”
Summary: If there was anything that your boyfriend loved, it was fucking you while you wore his t-shirts.
Content Warning: 18+ smut, penetration (p in v), dirty talk, suggestive language, softdom!Eddie, swearing, sexual/suggestive language
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It took a while for Eddie to notice that his t-shirts were going missing. He couldn’t understand why his favorite Judas Priest shirt hadn’t resurfaced after weeks of searching or where his Metallica tank top had disappeared to. It was like his personal wardrobe was dwindling down to nothing. After a month of this, he finally found the culprit- you.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so hot.” He pants as he drives his hips into you, causing your back to arch off the mattress. It had been going on like this for at least an hour- after you had opened the front door of your apartment to let your boyfriend in. When he laid his eyes on you wearing only a pair of black panties and his Iron Maiden t-shirt, he couldn’t help himself. He had you pinned against your mattress in less than five minutes flat.
“Fuck, Eddie.” You whine, your arms grasping onto his biceps as he snapped his hips into your wet core- fucking you hard enough to make it difficult for you to walk tomorrow.
“Yeah, baby?” He whispers “That feel good?”
“So good, Eds.”
“Fuck, sweetheart, you look so good.” He moans, pulling away a bit to stare down at your hardened nipples poking through the fabric of his shirt. He pinches a part of the fabric between his thumb and forefinger, admiring.
“Tell me again,” He breathes “Who does this belong to?”
He was asserting dominance and you loved it. You loved when your boyfriend put you in your place in the bedroom. Especially when he was so sweet to you any other time.
“Yours, Eddie.” You squeak as he hits a particular spot inside of you that had you seeing stars “It’s y-yours.”
“Damn right.” He says, grabbing your legs to hitch them over his shoulders to fuck you at a whole new angle.
“Oh shit! Holy fuck!” You scream out as Eddie smiles down at you cockily.
“You know, sweetheart, I usually don’t like to share but I’ll make an exception just for you. Because you look so damn cute. How does that sound? What’s mine is yours.” He smirks seductively.
“F-fuck!” You stammer, taking Eddie’s hard cock as he thrusts into you with fervor.
“Isn’t that right, baby? Hm? What’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine? Isn’t that what they say?”
You were too cock drunk and stupid to respond with more than desperate nods.
“Good.” Eddie purrs “Guess that means this pussy is mine, right?”
Pairing: Baby Daddy!Eddie Munson x Pregnant!Reader
Summary: In the back of his van, Eddie finally comes to terms with just how deep his feeling for you run. What he doesn’t know is that, while he’s having his epiphany, Steve is holding your hand in a clinic waiting room- supporting you in the biggest decision you’ll ever make in your life.
Content Warning: 18+ Smut, P in V, Unprotected Sex, Digital Penetration (Fingering), Oral (F receiving), Oral (M receiving), Sexual Acts, Slight-Voyeurism/Public-Sex, Sexual/Suggestive Language, Foul Language/Swearing, Mentions of Abortion, Attempted Abortion, Pregnancy (obviously), Quasi-Cheating (Sort of?), Messy Love Triangle (I guess?), Slight ED (Eddie can’t get it up), Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Co-Parenting, Mentions of Toxic Relationships (On Again, Off Again), Slight Betrayal (Eddie Being an Idiot), Slight Angst, Slight Slut-Shaming (Not Reader), Vomiting, Violence, Slight Gore.
(CW is for the series as a whole. Each theme will not appear in every part)
A/N: Sorry if this sucks. I’m not really feeling this part all that much. Almost scrapped it. Also, apologies for no actual smut in this part as I used it for story building to continue the plot.
Anyway, as always…
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7 Weeks
“That feels so good, Eddie…”
He attaches his lips to the sweet spot under her jaw, sucking and licking just the right way to coax those sexy little noises from inside of her but nothing was working. No matter how much he touched her, how much he made her sing sweet little praises for him- Eddie just couldn’t get into it.
This had been going on for weeks. Several long, grueling weeks where things would be getting hot and heavy with his girlfriend, Chrissy, and nothing went anywhere past him feeling her up. No matter how much he touched her, kissed her, went down on her- nothing worked. He just couldn’t get there. Hell, he couldn’t even get it up. It was like some weird curse that rendered his dick completely useless- and he was sick and fucking tired of it.
He knew the cause. You. You and your weird fucking spell on him. The sick psychological hold that you’ve gained over him ever since he sunk his cock into you and fucked you that night- giving him the most amazing, mind-blowing sex that he’s ever had in his entire life. Now he couldn’t even get hard for his girlfriend of almost two years- the one that he had sworn was the girl of his dreams. Now look at him- limp and helpless as Chrissy begged for him in the back of his shitty van. It was doing literally nothing for him.
“Chrissy…” Eddie moans, trying to kickstart something- anything. But he knew he might as well just give up. The fickle friend in his pants had felt the most divine cunt on the face of planet earth- hell, maybe even the universe itself- and couldn’t be bothered with anything else- anyone else.
His body knew what it wanted, his heart knew what it wanted- yet, Eddie still tried desperately to trick his own mind. That all it was with you that night was hot, emotionless sex between two friends. Something that would never, ever be repeated. No strings attached. That’s all it was and all it would ever be. Never to be spoken of again. So, why did his body yearn for you the way that it did?
When it happened the first two times with Chrissy, he worried that something was wrong with him. No matter what he did, he couldn’t get hard. Barely even a twitch in reaction to things that she used to do that would drive him crazy. He worried that it was medical. That he was suffering from early on-set erectile dysfunction- that he was broken. But, a few days afterwards, he found out the truth. The real cause.
He was lying in bed, sexually frustrated and overly worked up when he pulled out one of his dirty magazines from under his mattress, flipping it open to a page of a busty blonde in a tiny pink bikini. He stared at it for a while until it hit him. He recognized that bikini. It was one that you had. One that you had worn the previous summer to a trip to the lake.
He remembered it because of how high cut the bottoms were, showing off your perfect legs and the sexy plushness of your soft thighs. The way that the bikini top accentuated your gorgeous tits. He remembered that bikini so well that his cock began to strain against the fabric of his plaid pajama pants- hard and thick underneath the material as his mind went wild at the thought of you.
You.
It wasn’t him. He wasn’t broken. His fucking dick was in full working order.
It was you. The cause of all of this.
“Jesus H Christ!” Eddie groaned, grabbing the pillow next to him as he threw it at the wall. This couldn’t be happening. There was no way that sex with you, alone, was so good that he was ruined for anyone else. No. Nope. There was no fucking way.
But, boy, was Eddie wrong. Because, here he was, in the back of his van with his girlfriend and completely unable to pop a boner. This was a fucking dilemma.
Eddie continues to kiss her, hoping and praying against all odds that things would happen on their own unlike the last time that he had hooked up with Chrissy. It was just after his discovery that you were seemingly the key to his libido that Eddie was making out with her in her bedroom, getting hot and heavy. Just like now, he was trying hard to get….hard. He was struggling badly, becoming embarrassed at his lack of ability to perform. It wasn’t until he closed his eyes and let his mind drift off into thoughts of you that he could finally get his dick to cooperate.
In no time, he was harder than he’s been in weeks- grabbing and touching Chrissy as he replayed the events of that night in his head. The taste of your chaste kisses, the silky smooth feel of your warm skin pressed against his, the way your legs wrapped around his waist, the velvety soft walls of your cunt enveloping him as he worked his cock inside of you. Was it cheating? Thinking of you while he was fucking Chrissy? Eddie didn’t know but he tried to keep his mind on the sweet moans tumbling from Chrissy lips as he pretended that they were coming from you.
He reveled in his dirty thoughts, trying to relive the best sex he’s ever had while making love to someone else. Trying to forget that, while Chrissy felt nice, she didn’t feel like you. She wasn’t you. Her body wasn’t yours. Her face wasn’t yours. The sounds she made weren’t yours. Her pussy wasn’t yours. Eddie couldn’t deny it. It was you. It had always been you. So, why did it take his dick not working to finally figure that out? Especially when you were snuggling up to Steve Harrington right in front of his face. Eddie had feared that he had come to this discovery a little too late.
“Hey, you okay?”
His eyes snap open, looking down at Chrissy who was staring up at him. He was so in his head that he didn’t realize that Chrissy’s hand was pawing at him over his jeans. She knew.
“S-shit.” Eddie breathes, squeezing his eyes shut in frustration “Yeah. I’m…I’m fine. I’m sorry, Chris. I just-“
“It’s okay.” Chrissy replies, reaching her hand up to caress his cheek. God, he didn’t deserve her. He didn’t deserve you either. Eddie deserved to be limp, miserable, and alone.
“No.” Eddie shakes his head “It’s not. It….it’s not you. I’m just…I’m in my fuckin’ head again.”
“About what?” Chrissy pries, wanting to help but Eddie knew there was no way on earth that he’d ever confide in her that the reason that he couldn’t fuck her was because he was too hung up on fucking someone else.
“Just….stuff.” He replies vaguely “The Hellfire campaign. The fuckin’ alternator in the van. All of those damn fix-it projects that Wayne wants me to do in the trailer. I’m just stressed, sweetheart.”
Liar.
Goddamn lying son of a bitch.
“Well, I can see why you’re stressed.” Chrissy offers, sitting up from the floor of the van, looking into Eddie’s eyes “You know that I’m always here if you need me, right, Eddie? Always.”
What a sweet fucking angel. An angel that doesn’t deserve this. A sweet, sweet girl that deserved to be with someone who was sure about her. Not someone that runs off and screws someone else immediately after they have a stupid lover’s spat. She deserved someone that actually regrets what he did. Did he feel guilty? Yes. Does he regret that night with you? No. He wouldn’t change a thing about what happened- besides the fact that he didn’t stay that night. Maybe, if he had, you wouldn’t be falling for Steve.
“Eddie?”
“Yeah, Chrissy?” He asks, meeting her eyes again as she looked at him like he held the world in his hands.
“I love you.”
And he wanted to say it back. God, he really fucking wanted to. But would that be fair? Could he really lie to her face when he didn’t really know how he felt any more? When there was someone else in his heart, taking up the space that she once occupied? Eddie might be an asshole for what he did but he couldn’t deliberately lie. He couldn’t say those words to her if he didn’t know if he really felt them. Instead, he reached for her- using his ring-clad hand to sweep a strand of hair out of her face before tucking it behind her ear- an empty smile on his face.
“Yeah…I know.”
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He needed to talk to you.
It had been weeks of awkwardly orbiting around each other and Eddie was done with it. He couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted you back. He missed you. Even if he couldn’t have you the way that he wanted to, he would settle for whatever you would give him- grateful to just be in your life in whatever capacity that you would allow him. He didn’t care if you wanted to be with him, not put a label on things, or just remain your friend like he’s always been. He just wanted to be near you- and he had to let you know. Like, now.
Before be could talk himself out of it, he pulled away from the curb- having just dropped Chrissy off at home. He needed to see you. He needed to be a fucking man for once and tell you exactly where he stood. Just be honest and open. He would put his heart out on the line and let the chips fall where they may.
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As you unlocked the front door of your apartment, you open it up to find Steve Harrington on the other side- holding a large bouquet of wildflowers.
“Hey,” He breathes, standing awkwardly with the bunch of flowers in his hand.
“Hi.” You reply.
“These…uh…these are for you. I know that flowers probably aren’t going to make today not shitty but I thought I could at least try and do something to make it a little less shitty, you know?”
Steve offers you the bouquet as you take it in your hands, smelling their light floral scent.
“Steve, you didn’t have to do this.” You say, admiring the gorgeous bunch of botanicals “They’re beautiful. Thank you.”
“Of course, yeah.” Steve says “Are you ready? To…you know…”
“Yeah.” You reply, not wanting him to have to come out and say it- not that you even wanted to hear it either. “I’m ready…I guess.”
“Okay.” Steve nods “Like I said, I’m here. For anything. As long as you need me.”
Your eyes began to water unexpectedly, believing that you had it together but clearly overestimated your ability to process the gigantic decision that you were about to make. You open your mouth to speak but you were interrupted by Steve grabbing you into a hug, holding you close to him as he rubbed your back. Again, you didn’t have to say a thing to Steve. He already knew. He understood.
“Alright.” He sighs, pulling away from you after a moment “I’m ready whenever you are.”
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Eddie cruised down your street, circling your neighborhood for the second time as he drummed his fingers impatiently against the steering wheel- trying to think of what he was going to say. Every time he thought he got a good start on his speech to you, he lost his train of thought or got frustrated with himself for not being able to properly articulate exactly how he felt in a way that he knew you’d understand.
He felt like his feelings for you were too big to pack into sentences. Too vast and full of emotion to capture exactly how much he cared about you- respected you. He wanted to do it right. He didn’t want to do it half-assed like he had done with so many other things in his life. He wanted his words to mean something. To hit you exactly the way that he intended them to. For you to feel exactly what it is that he felt in his heart for you.
He thinks about doing another loop around when he spots Steve’s oh-so-familiar maroon BMW.
No. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Fuck! Eddie agonizes.
Eddie drives his van around for another quick lap, mainly to find a place to park near your apartment without being seen.
What the hell is Harrington doing over here parked in front of your place?
Eddie’s mind begins to race as he tries to convince himself that the car in front of your apartment didn’t belong to Steve Harrington.
How does he know that it really is Steve’s car? It could belong to someone else. Someone who happened to drive the same colored BMW.
When the fuck have you ever seen anyone else drive a BMW in Hawkins besides King Steve? Eddie thinks. Of course it’s his car.
But what would he be doing in your apartment?
Eddie’s head becomes bombarded by thoughts of you and Steve hooking up. The thought of Steve having sex with you in the same bed as Eddie had caused him to feel an emotion he’s never quite felt before. Was it rage?
Just then, Eddie watches you emerge from the inside of your apartment- Steve Harrington in tow.
Jesus Christ, this can’t be happening.
To make matters worse, you were holding a large bouquet of multi-colored flowers as Steve’s hand lands firmly onto the small of your back- escorting you to his BWM.
He’s touching you, Eddie thought, watching as he leads you to the passenger side of the car- opening up the door for you like an oh-so-proper gentleman. It made Eddie sick.
Was this a date? Had Harrington asked you out? And you said yes? Had he bought you flowers? Nice ones that were so thoughtful in addition to taking you out to be wined and dined- already giving you things that Eddie couldn’t afford? By the looks of things, the odds of telling you how he felt weren’t seeming very good. You had clearly found someone else. Someone who was single, emotionally available, and probably open and honest with how he felt about you- unlike Eddie.
That night, you had told him about how badly you didn’t want to be alone. That you wished that someone loved you. Now, to Eddie’s dismay, you seemed to have found that. Unfortunately, it wasn’t with him.
Eddie’s heart felt like it was being pulled out of his chest as he watched the way that Steve Harrington looked at you. He looked at you the way that you deserved to be looked at- how Eddie should’ve been looking at you all along.
Steve holds your hand as you lower yourself into the passenger seat of his car, treating you as if you were precious cargo. After making sure that you were in the car safely, Steve closed the door- walking over to the drivers side to let himself in.
He starts up the car, probably reaching over the center console to hold your hand as he backs out of his parking spot. He was probably taking you out to show you off to everyone in Hawkins- just like you deserved. Meanwhile, Eddie was sitting there watching you move on and date someone who was almost worthy of you- while Eddie knew that he’d never be.
As Steve’s car peels off, Eddie watches as he tries to decide what to do next. Does he follow you? Does he back off and just respect that things are clearly over before they even had a chance to start? Eddie didn’t know. All he knew is that he felt selfish trying to put his feelings for you in front of a potential love that you deserved more than anything. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place. All he knew was that he had never felt stronger emotions for you. Now all he wanted more than anything in the world was to hear that you loved him too.
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“Doing okay?”
You look over to find Steve staring at you, his forehead wrinkling with concern as you both sat in the Planned Parenthood waiting room. You felt like you had been sitting in these uncomfortable chairs next to each other for hours- holding hands as you waited for your name to be called.
“I guess.” You sigh, looking around the clinic waiting room at the posters on the wall depicting pregnant women- a jar of free condoms sitting on the edge of the receptionist desk. If only you had one a little over a month ago.
“Are you scared?” Steve asks, taking in your rigid body language as you sat beside him. He could only imagine what you were feeling right now.
“Yeah.” You answer truthfully.
You were terrified. You knew that you couldn’t bring Steve back to the room with you for the procedure and it made you feel uneasy- like you were going to go through it alone. If it were up to you, you’d never let Steve leave your side. Even though you were scared, his presence made you feel safe- and if there was anything you needed right now, it was that.
“It’ll be okay.” Steve replies, squeezing your hand “Hey, how about we go to Benny’s or something after this? Order some disgustingly greasy burgers and not feel guilty about it. You know, if you feel up to it after.”
You smile a little before nodding.
“Yeah. Sounds like a plan.”
A nurse pops out into the lobby with a clipboard, announcing your name which causes your stomach to drop. Fuck.
You begin to rise from your seat before Steve grabs at your hand again, causing you to look back at him.
“Everything is gonna be okay. I promise.” He assures you “I’ll be out here if you need me.”
You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat as so many emotions wash over you. The next time you walk back out into this lobby, you won’t be pregnant anymore. You’d have nothing to worry about. You wouldn’t be stressed over whether or not you could make it as a single mom. You would no longer be carrying Eddie’s baby. It should be a relief for you. So why doesn’t it feel that way?
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The crunch of the exam paper underneath you was the only sound in the room. You had changed out of your clothes and into a medical gown. The cold chill in the room gave you goosebumps as you waited some more.
You didn’t know why but all you could think about while sitting on that cold exam chair was Eddie. Where he was, what he was doing, who he was with. Was he with Chrissy? Spending time with his adoring girlfriend as you sat half-naked in a drafty exam room waiting to get rid of his baby? The only evidence to exist as proof of that one night that you had shared. A night you still thought about.
This was the right thing to do. You couldn’t raise a baby alone. Even if you could, how could you keep it from everyone? As soon as you would begin to show, everyone would start to ask questions- especially Eddie. How would you even explain? Then there was the thought of Eddie’s life completely ending because of you and the baby if you kept it.
Eddie probably liked how things were. He had Corroded Coffin. He had continued Hellfire outside of Hawkins High after (finally) graduating so that he could still play with his friends. He lived for Hellfire. He spent so much time planning his campaigns. He probably loved the freedom he had by not being tied to a kid and a “baby mama” by proxy. Eddie was a free man that could do whatever he wanted. If you had this baby, that would change. It would be selfish.
Then you thought of Chrissy Cunningham. How she would react to finding out that you were carrying her boyfriend’s baby. You didn’t know Chrissy well but you knew her enough to know that she was sweet and kind and didn’t deserve this. You having her boyfriend’s baby would ruin things for her too. What if Eddie planned on marrying Chrissy and living happily ever after with each other? How could you allow yourself to ruin that? A baby would destroy that happiness. And how could you live with that?
A knock at the exam room door startles you, alerting you to the doctor that was letting herself in.
“Hi there.” She greets “I’ll be your doctor today. I see that we have a termination scheduled. Have you ever had one before?”
“No.” You shake your head “This is my first time being pregnant.”
“I see,” the doctor replies, walking over to the exam room sink to wash her hands “Well, the procedure is pretty straightforward. Part of the process is performing an ultrasound so that I can find out just how far along you are. Then we’ll move on to giving you a pelvic exam. This is just so we can further confirm the gestational period of the fetus in addition to the ultrasound and also to make sure that everything is okay and that there will be no potential complications that could prevent the procedure. Sound okay?”
You agree with the doctor’s terms as she pulls on a pair of exam gloves.
“If you don’t mind, could you lay back for me and place the heels of your feet into the stirrups here? Then we’ll get started.”
You do ask you’re told, feeling bare and exposed as you spread your legs for the doctor in front of you. The feeling was odd and uncomfortable- making you wish that you could be anywhere else.
“Okay, I’m going to start now. If there’s any discomfort, you just let me know, okay?”
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“Henderson, you don’t fucking get it.”
Eddie felt like he was losing his mind- trying to explain to Dustin what he saw outside of your apartment with Steve.
“Something has to be going on. Are you sure you haven’t noticed anything going on between them? Has Harrington said anything to you about asking her out?”
“No.” Dustin deadpans, tired of watching Eddie pace back and forth in his bedroom- the chains on his jeans jangling as he agonized over you and Steve. Wondering what all of this meant for him.
“Seriously, Henderson? You haven’t even heard him mention liking her?”
“Eddie, in case you haven’t noticed, I don’t keep up with Steve’s conquests. He isn’t exactly known to stick with one particular member of the female species.” Dustin sasses, causing Eddie to stop his pacing.
“You think he’s just using her to get into her pants?” Eddie interrogates. His heart began to feel heavy. If Steve Harrington was using you in any sort of way for his own personal gain, Eddie would surely inflict some form of physical harm on him.
“Eddie, why do you even care?” Dustin questions “You’re dating Chrissy.”
“Yeah, no shit, Henderson.” Eddie argues “That doesn’t mean that I can’t...you know…have concerns.”
“So that’s what you’re choosing to call it?” Dustin retorts “‘Concern’?” Dustin puts the word concern into air quotes with his fingers.
“What’s all that about?” Eddie asks accusingly, gesturing to Dustin's previous action “Are you trying to say that I don’t care about Harrington potentially using her for sex or whatever and then hurting her feelings?”
“That’s not what I’m saying at all, Eddie. What I am saying is that concerned doesn’t seem like the right word for this. This sounds like jealousy.”
“Jealous?” Eddie whips around, eyeing Dustin “Of Mr Fuckin’ Perfect and his stupid hair? Yeah, okay, Henderson. Go ahead and add that to your list of bullshit.”
“Sounds like jealousy to me…” Dustin sings, reveling in the way that Eddie was spiraling.
“Not jealous.” Eddie argues, trying to ignore his annoying little underling. Jealous? Him? What the fuck did Henderson know?
“You know, for two people who are supposedly soooo ‘platonic’, you two sure do a lot of completely-not-platonic shit together.”
“Yeah? And what would you know, Dusty Bun?” Eddie spits, trying and failing to invalidate Dustin’s point before realizing that it was kind of irrefutable.
“What do I know?” Dustin snorts “That tough shit Mr. Dungeon Master Eddie Munson is in looooove. So totally pathetically in love, by the way. You know, just for the record.”
“Yeah? And what do you fucking know, dipshit?” Eddie insults, crossing his arms defiantly.
“That you’re so totally undeniably in love with her that you’re practically her bitch.” Dustin deadpans.
“Whoa.” Eddie replies, pointing an accusatory finger at Dustin “Watch it.”
“Dude, you literally pick up her tampons from the store when she asks you.”
“So?” Eddie retorts “That’s not- Look, that’s friend stuff.”
“Sure, Eddie. By the way, when’s the last time you’ve seen me buy tampons for Max? Or Erica? Or El, for that matter?”
“You don’t have the same type of relationship with them that I have with-“ Eddie stops, knowing that it’s not going to help his case so he might as well rest it.
“I’m just saying, I’m surprised that you two haven’t finally fucking gotten over yourselves and hooked up. You know I have a bet going with Mike and Will, right? That if you-“ Dustin stops mid-sentence, immediately taking in the guilty look on Eddie’s face. A look that revealed everything. The cat was out of the bag.
“No.” Dustin gasps, his eyes widening in shock “No way. No fucking way!”
Eddie opens his mouth to try and cover his tracks but it was too late. What was the point of even denying it?
“How? When?” Dustin pries, feeling like his head was spinning.
“It was only one time.” Eddie sighs, sinking down onto the edge of Dustin’s bed. “We literally haven’t talked about it since.”
“Holy shit. So that’s why you guys have been so weird lately?”
“Yeah.” Eddie sighs “I guess.”
“When did this happen? Why am I just now hearing about this?” Dustin asks “Shit, what about Chrissy?”
“Henderson, really? Please don’t fucking bring up Chrissy right now.” Eddie agonizes.
“So, was it, like, bad? And that’s why you two aren’t talking?”
“What? No!” Eddie replies, immediately offended “No, it wasn’t bad. I mean….can I level with you, man?”
Dustin hesitates for a moment, trying to decide if he really wanted to know all of the gory little details of yours and Eddie’s “encounter.”
“Yeah.” Dustin painstakingly agrees “Keep it, like, PG-13 though. I love you, man, but I don’t wanna know more than I need to know about you.”
“Henderson….” Eddie starts before stopping. Contemplating. “Fuck….how do I say this without seeming all…okay, look, not to be dramatic or anything but it was the best thing I’ve ever experienced. Like, otherworldly. Fucking…..do you remember the end of my Hellfire campaign in March of ‘86? When Sinclair rolled that 20 and defeated Vecna?”
“Yeah…?” Dustin replies, eyeing Eddie with confusion.
“It was better than that. Way fucking better. Infinitely better. It was….”
Eddie collapses back onto the mattress underneath him, staring up at Dustin’s bedroom ceiling.
“It was….wow.” He continues “It was like….nailing the whole guitar solo of Van Halen’s Eruption on the first fucking try. Jesus Christ, she was…..” Eddie trails off, smiling to himself as he relished in thoughts of you. You, you, beautifully gorgeous you.
“Henderson, I’d freely relinquish the rights to my left fucking nutsack to feel that again. Fuck, maybe even both my pinkies. I could very well not be able to play guitar ever again and I wouldn’t even fucking care. You know that shit that those fucking shitty gossip mags talk about? The ones that your mommy reads? Like, how to have the most mind-blowing orgasm of all-time or some shit? It was that, Henderson. Which is why this whole fucking situation with Harrington is a goddamn fucking dilemma, okay? Because Harrington might get to experience that. And if he does, it’s over for me, you understand? I’m fucking cooked. Harrington is going to want to marry her and give her his fucking perfect-haired little crotch demons. And I would not fucking blame him, Henderson. Not even a fucking little bit because she’s that fucking good! Amazing! So do you fucking see the point I’m making here? I really need you to open your naive little eyes and understand that I cannot…let…this…happen. ‘Kay?”
It takes a moment for everything to process for Dustin.
“Okay…” he replies slowly “So, what are you gonna do?”
“That’s the problem, Henderson.” Eddie replies “I. Don’t. Know.”
“Eddie, I was kind of joking before but I seriously mean this when in say it….I think you’re in love.”
“In love?” Eddie scoffs “No. I don’t think so.”
“Okay….but do you, you know, like her?”
“Of course. Yeah. I love her, y’know. Just not….like that.” Eddie lies, pretending that he hadn’t just had his epiphany in the back of his van while Chrissy was trying to touch his limp dick. Eddie was in love with you. He had been for while. A long while. Possibly even way longer than he realized. But was he ready to verbally admit that? Especially to Dustin Henderson who wouldn’t let him live it down? Fuck no.
“Eddie?” Dustin asks “Can I level with you?”
Did Eddie want Dustin to level with him? Absolutely not.
“Nope.” Eddie shakes his head “No.”
“Eddie, I think you’re really confused.” Dustin points out “I really don’t know what you’re feeling but you’re not making any sense. First of all, you only like her as a friend but you guys hooked up? I mean, that right there is weird enough. Second, you don’t have feelings for her but you’re worried that something is going on with her and Steve? To which, in my opinion, sounds like jealousy and not concern. You just performed a fucking heartfelt soliloquy on how amazing your hook-up was. You’re worried about Steve taking advantage of her but then you also worry that Steve is going to want to be, like, her boyfriend or something. Wouldn’t that be what you want to happen? That Steve actually likes her and that he could be serious about her? Or are you agonizing over this because you love her and don’t want to admit it?
“….But he’s not serious about her.” Eddie starts, continuing to argue his point that made less and less sense to Dustin.
“You don’t know that though.” Dustin shrugs “Would it really be that bad if Steve dated her? I mean, you know Steve. Steve is cool.”
“Absolutely fucking not, Henderson. I will not under any circumstances let her date Harrington.” Eddie emphasizes, tripling down on what he said.
“I mean, I’m not trying to be a dick here, Eddie, but you kind of don’t have a choice. She can date who she wants to.”
“Not Harrington.” Eddie wrinkles his nose in disgust.
“Eddie, I don’t think we’re getting anywhere.” Dustin groans.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Eddie, look, I’m going to say this very slowly. Whether you want to hear it or not. So listen up….you are in love with her. Cut the fucking shit and just admit it. I don’t know what you want to do with that information but you need to decide. You two hooked up. You have feelings for her even though you have a girlfriend, might I add. Now you’re jealous of Steve because he probably wants her too. Look, I know you’ve always said that there’s no shame in running but maybe you should stop running and face the facts. You’re into her. Like, big time into her.”
“I…no. No, no, no. I am not in love with her. I know what love is, Henderson. I’ve experienced love. With Chrissy. I love Chrissy. I will always love Chrissy. Chrissy fucking Cunningham. Who is the love of my life. This that I feel with…” Eddie couldn’t even speak your name. The feeling of it heavy in his tongue “It’s…no. It’s not love. I know it’s not love. Definitely not love. Chrissy is the love of my life. Things between me and Chrissy are, you know…it’s, like, it for me and her. This whole hookup thing was just a mistake. A bad decision that never should’ve happened. Because it’s Chrissy. It’s always been Chrissy. Chrissy is the one.”
After Eddie concludes his rant, a long silence stretched on between him and Dustin. Just staring at each other. Not knowing what to say. Until Dustin finally opens his mouth.
“And you’re sure about that? 'Cause it sounds like a load of bullshit."
“Fuck, Henderson! I don’t fucking know! Does it look like I fucking know!? Do you think I’d be talking to you right now if I fucking knew!?”
“Well,” Dustin thinks, swiveling around in his desk chair “Why don’t we ask someone who does know?”
“Who?” Eddie asks, raising his eyebrows.
“Okay, just trust me, here…”
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"Okay, so, what I'll be doing first is something called a transvaginal ultrasound. Since you've estimated that the last time that you've had sex was about six or so weeks ago, this is a good indication that the fetus may be harder to find via external ultrasound, so I'll be using what we call the probe ultrasound method. I'll be taking an instrument, sort of like a wand, and inserting it inside of your vagina to see if I can get a good image of the fetus. Okay?"
"Okay." You nod, your legs still rested on the stirrups.
"Now, most patients choose to look away when we do with part as it could be hard to watch. The ultrasound screen will show an image of the fetus so if that's something that you'd rather not see, I will give you the heads up. Otherwise, I am ready to start whenever you are comfortable."
"It's okay," you breathe, your stomach feeling uneasy with all of this. Yet, you still choose to press on "I'm ready."
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Eddie stood in Dustin’s kitchen, leaning against the counter as he finished recounting everything that had transpired between you and him. By the time he finished talking, he was trying to steady his breathing- his face red and flushed. Even though he hadn’t been doing anything but talking, he looked as if he’d been through the wringer.
“Oh my. Well, you certainly are in a dilemma, aren’t you, Eddie?”
Mrs. Henderson’s soft voice wasn’t even enough to help soothe him. Eddie was still spiraling.
“What do I do?” He asks, seeking out some words of wisdom from his friend’s mom. Eddie hadn’t realized how much he needed female advice. He no longer had a mother of his own to go to for guidance and he couldn’t exactly come to you about this. He wasn’t close enough with Nancy. Robin would just make him feel stupid about overthinking everything and not expressing his feelings properly. He also didn’t want to reveal to her that you had hooked up. He could just forget about Max, El, and Erica. Guess that really did just leave Mrs. Henderson.
“Well, honey, have you thought about maybe just telling her how you feel? It sounds like you two go pretty far back.”
Yeah, Eddie thought. Middle school, 1979.
He still remembered the day that you two officially met. Stuck together like E6000 ever since.
“Yeah, we do.” Eddie sighs “Which is why this is so…complicated.”
“Eddie, can I tell you something? From a mama’s heart?”
“Yeah. Sure.” Eddie nods, swallowing nervously.
“It sounds like you really love this girl.” Mrs. Henderson smiles “And from the way that you describe her…well, you can just tell that you really adore her.”
That hit Eddie right in the heart. Because it was true. He did adore you. Very much so.
“I do.” Eddie agrees “I….she means a lot to me. Why is why this is so complicated.”
“Being in love is complicated.” Dustin teases, chowing down on a batch of cookies that his mother baked as Eddie poured his soul out to her for the past thirty to fourth-five minutes.
“Dusty Bun, leave him alone.” Claudia chastises “I think Eddie is going through enough.”
“Wouldn’t have to be if he just told her how he feels.” Dustin shrugs.
“And how do you know she feels like same?” Mrs. Henderson poses the question.
“Trust me, mom.” Dustin replies “You should see the two of them together. It’s fucking gross.”
“Hey!” Eddie narrows his eyes.
“What? It is!” Dustin scoffs “It’s like watching two lizards mate.”
“Dusty…” Claudia sighs.
“What? It’s true! Have you seen it? The male lizard will literally bite the female to mark his territory and prevent other male competition. Eddie’s only one second way from sinking his teeth into her neck to assert dominance or something.” Dustin points out. Eddie opens his mouth to argue but then closes it before shrugging.
I mean, that does sound pretty fucking hot, if he’s being honest. What Eddie would give to sink his teeth into you.
“Dusty, you’ll understand one day when you’re in love.” Claudia drops, catching Eddie’s attention.
Love.
“Mrs. Henderson,” Eddie interjects, clearing his throat “How did you know what you were in love?”
“Me?” Claudia asks, caught a bit off-guard by the question “Well, I haven’t been in love in quite some time but I guess I just…knew. Back with Dusty’s father, he was the only person I wanted to spend time with. People always say that their partner is their best friend but Dusty’s dad and I….we were thick as thieves. We would just look at each other and laugh about nothing. Or something completely stupid that would never make sense to other people. I felt completely myself with him. Like I could tell him everything. The man and I have so much dirt on each other from sharing secrets that it would make you blush. But in terms of falling in love, I just knew. Because I realized one day that I couldn’t live without him. Not that it means anything now considering…you know. But even though we aren’t together anymore, I’m glad I experienced it. It was beautiful while it lasted.”
Oh, Eddie thought, he was so fucking screwed.
“Thanks, Mrs. Henderson.” Eddie says, his mind going a million miles an hour.
“Eddie?” Claudia asks, looking at him with a serious expression on her face “Now, I know it’s totally up to you to make decisions on your own but, this Chrissy girl, I think she deserves for you to be honest with her too. Even if you aren’t where sure how you feel about your friend. I don’t think it’s fair to leave her in the middle of all of this.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” Eddie nods “I…I don’t want to hurt her.”
“So, if you’re not sure about her, honey, then you need to at least be honest about that. It’ll hurt her feelings but, trust me, it’ll be better than stringing her along while you might be in love with someone else. It would just get messier for everyone.”
Oh, Chrissy. Eddie thought. You don’t fucking deserve this.
“I don’t want things to get messier. They’re already so completely fucked up, Mrs. H.” Eddie sighs “I just don’t know what to do next.”
“If you can’t talk to your lady friend, could you maybe just talk to Steve? Man to man?” Claudia suggests “Maybe you’d be able to find out exactly how he really feels about her. I think it would help ease your mind and put things to rest. Then you can decide whether or not you want to tell this girl how you feel. I think you and Steven could use a little heart-to-heart.”
“And have Eddie punch Steve in the face?” Dustin exclaims “Not really a great idea, mom!”
“Dusty Bun, don’t be ridiculous. Eddie would never do something like that. Would you, Eddie?”
Eddie stands there, trying to prevent a grin from spreading across his face.
“Of course not, Mrs. H.”
Dustin rolls his eyes.
“See, honey? They’re both mature young men that are capable of using words instead of fists to solve their problems.”
Well, I wouldn’t go that far, Claudia. Eddie thinks. But he chose to keep that to himself. If Mrs. Henderson wanted him to talk to Steve, then maybe Eddie should. If Eddie couldn’t get the answers he seeks from other people’s advice then he’d just intimidate it out of King Steve, himself.
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“You’re going to feel a little bit of pressure. Maybe some discomfort. If anything feels painful, just let me know.”
You try to breathe through the feeling of the probe instrument being inserted into you. God, this was so uncomfortable. It didn’t help that the doctor was shifting it around slightly to get a clearer image.
“Just a bit more movement, okay? Doing alright?”
You nod, trying to keep your mind on something else. The informational pamphlets in clear box displays on the wall, the cabinets of medical supplies, the silver rolling cart in front of you. Anything but the ultrasound monitor.
“There we go!” The doctor announces, stilling her movements of the probe wand. “There’s the fetus. Looks like you’re correct- around seven weeks developed. Definitely lines up with what you said. Everything is looking good so far. As long as you’re ready, we can start prepping for the procedure.”
You don’t know why but something within you had told you to turn your head. To look at the ultrasound on the screen that you’ve been trying so hard to avoid. You didn’t want to look at it. You didn’t want to witness with your eyes what the fetus on the screen looked like. That there was something there whether or not people believed it to be a baby or a fetus or just a clump of cells. But once you laid eyes on it, you couldn’t look away.
It was tiny. Barely even recognizable as you stared at the screen but you saw something. The beginning of a baby- your baby. Something within you clicked into place. Like your world had completely shifted- changing in an instant before snapping into something that you’ve never felt before. A sense of protectiveness. A feeling of fullness and completion like you’ve never felt before. It was a shift that was so small but you felt it like a great gravitational force had moved mountains around you. You breath hitched in your chest, your vision going blurry.
Then it became undeniable. There was a baby in there.
Your baby.
“So, what we’re going to do next is administer some medication to help us open up your cervix in preparation for the procedure. Then we will insert what is called a speculum into the vagina in order for us to see your cervix more clearly. Then, from there, the actual process of the procedure itself happens. But we will take things slow, okay? How are we feeling?”
“…I’m okay.” You lie, trying to be brave. But you knew that something within you had shifted and your mind was absolutely racing. Were you okay? Could you do this? Are you going to do this?
“Don’t worry.” The doctor assures you, sensing your hesitation “Everything is going to be alright. If you need to stop for any reason, that’s okay. You’re in good hands. I promise.”
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He held the handset of the phone to his ear, dialing your number again for what felt like the tenth time. It rang.
And rang.
And rang.
Then went to voicemail. Again.
And for the tenth time, he waited to leave a message after the fucking beep.
“Hey, sweetheart, it’s me. I….uh….I was just checking in on you….again. You know, making sure you’re okay. You said you’d call me…..and you didn’t. Which, you know, kinda makes you a liar. But, y’know, that’s cool. I still like you, I guess, or whatever. But, um…yeah. Call me back? So I know you’re okay? I don’t wanna have to break into your house to make sure you’re alive. Your neighbors already don’t like me so…yeah. If you don’t want to have to bail me out of the Hawkins Police Department, then you should pick up your phone. Call me back. I’ll be here. Waiting. Rotting as I await thy call, fair maiden. So, yeah. Bye.”
He slams the phone back onto the wall, wanting to slam his head into it as well. You were totally screening his calls. Icing him out completely. It was fucking cruel. He wanted to speak to you- needed to speak to you. He reaches again for the phone before the sound of his uncle’s voice cuts in from the living room.
“Put that phone down, son. Callin’ her ten thousand times ain’t gonna make her call ya back any faster.” Wayne chastises, having watched his nephew pick up the phone to call you all evening since he returned home.
“Now, what is it that you’ve done this time anyway?” Wayne asks “You scare off another one of her boyfriends again?”
“No.” Eddie pouts.
“Uh-huh.” Wayne replies skeptically “Well, ya clearly did something to get under her skin.”
“I didn’t do anything.” Eddie argues, groaning in exasperation.
“Hm. Well, whatever you say, son. All I know is that you’ve been moping around here like someone done kicked your dog. You don’t get like this unless that girl of yours has you out in the doghouse.”
That girl of yours. Wayne thought he was having another fight with Chrissy again.
“This isn’t about Chrissy.” Eddie replies, clarifying with Wayne that it was you who was mad at him. Not his girlfriend.
“Never said it was.” Wayne drops, giving Eddie a knowing look “All I know is that a particular young lady hasn’t been around here lately. Been weeks, in fact. Which leads me to believe that y’all must be on the outs.”
“We’re not- look, I don’t know why she’s mad at me. I d-“
Eddie is cut off by the phone ringing, causing his head to snap towards the wall before he dived for it, snatching it off of the hook as he puts the receiver to his ear.
“Munson’s!” He announces. Expecting to hear your sweet voice on the other end of the line. But it wasn’t. He immediately slams the phone back into the wall.
“Fucking telemarketers.” He grumbles, dragging himself into the living room before flinging himself onto the couch. Wayne stands by, watching his nephew as he wallows in his own misery.
“Get off my couch like that, boy. Doing all that moping over there ain’t gonna help ya either.”
“Then what am I supposed to do? She won’t talk to me! She’s been pretending for weeks that she barely knows me!”
“Damn. That bad, huh?” Wayne grunts “You must’ve really done it this time. I ain’t seen her mad at ya for this long since you chased that one boy she was dating all the way off school property that one year. Had to talk her way outta you getting triple detention. Damn boy never spoke to her again either. Poor girl.”
“Pretty sure I did her a favor. That dickhead wore sweaters from The fucking Gap and always acted like he was smarter than her.”
“Whatever ya say, boy.” Wayne replies “But whatever it is that you did had to have really ruffled her feathers if she’s stayed away from ya this long. As close as the two of ya are, and all. Think ya best get to apologizin’ if you wanna get back in her good graces.”
“And how do I do that?” Eddie asks, staring at his uncle obliviously.
“Well, you’re gonna need some real pretty flowers and tell her that you’re real sorry. Whether ya mean it or not or even know what you’re sorry for. Just at least be sincere about it and keep on apologizin’ until she forgives ya. That’s usually enough in most cases.”
“And what if that doesn’t work?” Eddie asks.
“Well,” Wayne starts, shrugging his shoulders “You might just have to start grovelin’
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You burst out into the waiting room, wearing the clothes that you arrived in- hurrying towards Steve who was indulging in an outdated copy of Better Homes and Gardens. He looks up from his magazine, smiling at you as you march towards him.
“Hey. That was fast. Where-“
But his words are cut off as you rush past him and out through the front entrance, leaving him in the waiting room. He stands as he watches you through the front windows of the clinic, hurrying out to the parking lot before he scrambles out to follow you.
He finds you bent over on the passenger side of his BMW, throwing up onto the pavement as you clutch your stomach.
“Shit,” Steve mutters, hurrying to your side as he wraps his arm around your shoulder- using his other hand to hold your hair out of your face as you vomit.
“Are you okay? Do you want me to get someone?” He asks, turning to peer back towards the Planned Parenthood building as you shake your head- trying to catch your breath.
“No.” You choke out “I’m okay. I’m fine.”
“What happened? Did you-“
“No.” You answer, still trying to calm your breathing “I- I couldn’t do it.”
“What do you mean? You didn’t-“
“No, Steve.” You reply “I just…I saw it. The baby. On the ultrasound. Then I panicked and….I just couldn’t do it, okay? Fuck-“
“Hey, hey, hey.” Steve whispers, reaching for you as you bury your face in his chest- sobbing into his shirt as he reaches up to stroke your hair. Just holding you there. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”
“I fucked up.” You hiccup, your body wracking with sobs “I couldn’t do it! Why couldn’t I do it?”
“I…I don’t know, honey. I don’t know but it’s okay. Everything is going to be okay. I’m right here.”
You grasp onto his shirt, grounding yourself to him as you gasp uncontrollably. He was here. Thank god he was here because you didn’t know if you could go through this alone.
“Hey,” Steve whispers, stroking your back as he continued to hold you “I’m gonna get you in the car, okay? Is that okay? Let’s get you back home.”
Steve detaches himself momentarily, opening the passenger side door as he goes to help you get inside. He gets you into your seat, reaching over to help put your seatbelt on.
“You okay?” He checks in again, looking at your tear-streaked face as you continued to cry.
“I’m okay.” You hiccup “Can we please just go home? I just wanna go home.”
“Yeah.” Steve nods, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear- his eyes softening on you.
“Okay. Let’s go home.”
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Eddie searched the aisles of Family Video, trying to find the perfect movie. Something that he knew you would love- as a peace offering.
Pretty in Pink? No, you’ve seen it already.
Fast Times at Ridgemont High? Hard pass.
The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas? Might give off the wrong message. However, he wasn’t opposed to checking that one out for himself. You know, on his own time.
Then his eyes land on For Keeps.
He picks it up from the shelf and stares as the cover. Starring Molly Ringwald and some guy named Randall Batinkoff. You loved Molly Ringwald. Maybe you’d like this? He can’t remember you mentioning ever seeing it. It was worth a shot.
After checking out the movie, he stopped over at a small florist shop- picking out a bouquet of white roses. Not red. Definitely not red. White- for a clean start. Which is clearly what he needed in order for the both of you to hopefully talk things out and get back to how it used to be.
Then there was the liquor store. A six pack of beer for him and a bottle of that sweet, girly wine that you liked. The fruity one. The catalyst for a lot of drunken nights where he’s had to carry you home and put you to bed but that necessarily wasn’t a bad thing in this case.
No, wait. Eddie thought. You can’t be thinking about that. It’s what got you into this situation in the first place.
As he gets back into his van, he begins to wonder if you had called him back yet. Even though he wasn’t home, he wish he knew. At least he’d know that you weren’t still completely mad at him.
Even though you seemed to be upset with him about something, he still missed you. A lot. More than a lot. It’s been weird not having you around. No one to joke around with, no one to lay next to him on his bedroom floor and listen to his Dio cassette tapes with. He missed movie nights with you- just the two of you. Eating your weight in pizza and drinking shitty beer.
He even missed when you would annoy him with all of the woes of your love life. Hell, he’d even take a whole rant session from you about some tool that you met at some sports bar as long as he got to sit next to you and just listen.
Even Wayne missed you. Eddie swears the old man had dropped at least five pounds in the last month or so now that you haven’t been around to hand deliver “leftover” cookies that you’d bake. Eddie knew that you’d bake them specifically for his uncle but he never said anything about it- even though Eddie would constantly get on him about eating better.
He missed your smile whenever he’d show up at your place. He missed the way you’d laugh at his stupid jokes. He missed the way you had always teased him about how you were Wayne’s favorite- despite Eddie being his own flesh and blood. He missed how he would always find lost personal items of yours laying around- hair scrunchies in the cupholders of his van, loose bobby pins on his bedroom floor, a tube of chapstick left behind in his jacket pocket whenever he’d lend it to you when you were cold.
But now his cupholders were empty, he was no longer being impaled in the foot by your unnecessarily sharp hair styling tools, and his pockets lacked the presence of cherry lip balm whenever he shoved his hands into the pockets. These past few weeks without you have been empty- and he couldn’t stand to continue on with a life that was completely devoid of you.
He needed you back. This was like a bad breakup where all he wanted to do was win you back. Hell, probably even worse than a breakup because he could at least find a new girlfriend. There was no one like you. You were irreplaceable. One of the few people to, not only, truly understand him but completely foster his weirdness and all of his little quirks. One of the only people besides Wayne and the Hellfire guys who embraced his rambunctious and exuberant nature. Without you, things just felt…incomplete.
He pulled up to your apartment, parking in the lot as he kills the van’s engine. At least there was no sign of King Steve. It would be just you and Eddie. Just how it should be. Watching a movie and getting stupid drunk on a weekday. Even when Eddie knew you had to work the next morning. Yet, you never turned him down because you always wanted to spend time with him. Because, as best friends, you always made time for each other. Since middle school.
He piles everything into his arms before kicking the driver’s side door closed. He hoped that you were home and not out on a date with Steve Harrington- potentially sucking each other’s faces off after declaring your love for each other. Then it hit Eddie. What would he do if you and Harrington did start to date? Would Eddie be able to handle that? Especially now that you both had somewhat of a sordid history with each other post-hookup?
It was no secret that Eddie had always hated your past boyfriends- he never chose to mince words about it either. Introducing him to “someone special” would always end up in disaster one way or another. However, Eddie didn’t think there was anything special about any of them. Well, besides the dehumanizing nicknames that he’d dub every single one of them who even dared to call you their girlfriend.
There was “Tool Box,” a guy that you had dated one year post-high school. He played football and had a full ride to Indiana State, however, he was not very nice to you and not anywhere near as sharp as he should be.
Then there was “Mr. College Degree,” an asshole you dated your senior year (Eddie’s third) of high school who constantly spoke down to you and acted as if he were far smarter than you because he read fucking Tolstoy and pretended to be deep and brooding. That one ended after Eddie threw him up against a locker and then chased him off school grounds after he critiqued your college admissions essay as “total shit.” In Eddie’s opinion, the pretentious dick got off easy with him after you chased after them both and begged him to stop.
“The Phantom” was the one Eddie hated the least because he was hardly ever around. The worst of Eddie’s problems were having to comfort you whenever you’d get upset with your deadbeat boyfriend not returning your calls. At least he never seemed to interfere with Eddie’s quality time with you.
After that was a string of short-lived flings that you had picked up here and there over the past few years. Never sticking around long enough to earn an Eddie Munson-style moniker. None of them mattered. Not to him and not really all that much to you after two weeks post-breakup. Most of the time, they were left out on the curb like yesterday’s trash before Eddie even had the chance to meet them. Not anything close to a loss, in his opinion.
But Steve Harrington? Eddie feared that he would be a whole other story.
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You lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as you let yourself drown in your woes. You were seven weeks pregnant. With a baby. A baby that you had decided that you were keeping. No plan, no support, and no excuse to feed everyone around you on how it happened.
They would ask who the father was and you’d tell them what? That you didn’t know? That didn’t bode well for you or your reputation. Everyone would assume that you were promiscuous and it was the product of some one-night-stand with some random guy that you had met. Meanwhile, that couldn’t be farther from the truth. The baby’s father was someone that you cared about and trusted. Someone that you loved. Completely. Even if he didn’t seem to love you the same way.
What would you tell Eddie? He would definitely ask questions once he put the pieces together that you were having a baby. Would he just assume right off the bat that it was his? Would you lie to him and tell him that it wasn’t? Assuming that it would be for the best that he didn’t know it was his? You didn’t know. What you did know was that you didn’t want your decision to keep the baby to be the end of Eddie’s life. Eddie deserved to be free and able to do whatever he wanted. The last thing you wanted was to tie him down with the responsibility of a baby.
If you did tell Eddie, what would he even say? Would he deny that it was his? Would he tell you that even if it was his, he wanted no part in yours or the baby’s life? Would he just stop talking to you? That, you decided, was the scariest part of all- losing your best friend. Choosing your baby but ending your friendship in the process.
A knock sounds at your apartment door, causing you sit up in bed. You weren’t expecting anybody- but maybe it was Steve dropping by again to check on you. Even though you insisted to him that you would be fine.
You get out of bed, walking into your living room to answer the door. You didn't bother to check the peephole- certain that it was probably just Steve like you had suspected but when you open the door you find none other than Eddie behind it. Arms full of stuff as he waits in the threshold.
"Oh!" You exclaim, taken aback by his presence.
"Hey." Eddie greets, nervously hovering in your doorway.
Well, that was a lukewarm welcome.
"Hey!" You reply, trying to force yourself to seem more cheery- happy to see him even though you felt a mix of emotions now that you were face-to-face with Eddie again- alone. You hadn't been alone with him since that night.
"What are you doing here?" You ask, taking in the presence of the brown paper bag that he carried in one arm and the bouquet of white roses that he was clutching with his opposite hand. Seeing the flowers brought you back like some kind of sick deja vu.
"Oh, you know," Eddie shrugs, trying to seem casual but felt like his emotions were boiling inside of him "Just thought I'd stop by. Seeing that I haven't heard from you in days. Pretty sure someone promised that they'd call."
"Shit, I'm sorry, Eds." You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose "I'm really sorry. I've been really-"
"Busy?" He asks, leaning against your doorway as he looks at you with a hard expression. You couldn't tell if he was mad at you or just giving you a difficult time like he's known to do. Eddie was normally so easy for you to read but right now he seemed like a code that you couldn't seem to crack.
"Yeah." You nod "I'm sorry. Really."
You both stare at each other for an awkward beat, not knowing what to say. It felt like it had been so long since the two of you had spoken to each other- really spoken. It almost seemed like you both had forgotten how to interact with each other altogether.
"Soooo....are you gonna let me in?"
"Sorry!" You shake your head, completely wrapped up in your own thoughts and the awkward tension surrounding you "Come in."
You step aside as you let him enter your apartment, following him into your living room as he walks towards the coffee table- setting down the brown paper bag. You heard the faint sound of glass bottles clinking against each other.
He kept the bouquet of white roses in his hand, turning back towards you.
"Um...these are for you." He extends out his hand, offering them out to you as you stood there uncomfortably. "I..uh..saw them while I was out and they...reminded me of you." It sounded more like a question than a statement. Like he didn't seem sure.
"Thank you." You reply, clearing your throat awkwardly as you take them from Eddie. "They're very pretty. Thanks."
Just like you, Eddie wanted to say but held it in. There was a lot that he wanted to say to you but chose to keep it to himself.
"I'm going to go put them in some water. Is that okay?" You ask.
"Yeah, 'Course." Eddie replies.
He watches as you walk towards your kitchen. Not knowing whether to follow you or stay put. What would he have done over a month ago?
He goes with his instincts and walks behind you, standing as he watches you open up your cupboards to find something suitable enough to use as a makeshift flower vase. At the very top shelf, you spot an old glass pitcher that you had forgotten that you had owned.
You place the roses on the top of your counter before turning to reach for the pitcher, finding that you were too short to grab ahold of it. You try again, standing on your tiptoes as you stretch out your arms- trying to grasp it but it was still outside of your reach. You suddenly felt self-conscious as you became hyper-aware that Eddie was watching you.
Weeks ago, he would've teased you for being too short to reach the top shelf- laughing as you flicked him off and tried even harder. He maybe even would've reveled in the hilarity of watching you pull up one of your kitchen chairs to climb on top of. He would've laughed even more, causing your forehead to wrinkle in frustration.
"Are you going to help me?" You would ask, rolling your eyes "Or are you just going to stand there?"
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I fully intend on helping. I just like watching you struggle first. It's kinda cute."
"Oh, how nice."
"Alright, short stuff. Move out of my way and let your very tall, and very charming knight get that for you."
"Wow." You'd scoff "My hero."
You didn't realize how much you'd miss interactions like this. Where Eddie was being his cute yet slightly annoying self and you just let him. Because it was Eddie. Because you loved that about him.
You are brought back into the moment when you feel the sudden presence of Eddie's body behind yours, not quite touching you but close enough that you could feel his body ghosting against yours- his chest almost brushing up against your back as he reaches above you. He easily grabs the glassware that you were straining yourself trying to reach. Bringing it down from the shelf as if it were nothing.
"Hey," You huff "I could've gotten that."
"I know, sweetheart." He replies, "It would've only taken you, like, ten years."
Your heart began to lift as you caught the sight of a teasing grin spreading across his face. There it was. The old Eddie. It had been so long since things between the two of you had seemed normal but right now, in this moment, you felt like there was still hope that the two of you could get back to that coveted place in your friendship. That the banter and chemistry between the two of you was still there. That all wasn't lost.
He hands the pitcher to you, watching as you turn towards the sink to fill it with water. As you work on giving your roses a new home, Eddie can't help but lock eyes on the familiar bouquet of wildflowers that he had seen you holding earlier that day as you left your apartment with Steve.
As Eddie stared at the tall drinking glass that you used to house the wildflower bouquet in, Eddie couldn't help but smirk. You had clearly given Eddie's flowers more thought than you had Steve's. That had to mean something right?
As you placed the pitcher of white roses on the kitchen table next to Steve's bouquet, Eddie couldn't help but notice how much prettier his flowers were. How they looked so pure and timeless and delicate just as you were.
Ha, Eddie thought. Suck on that, Harrington.
"Someone seems to be getting a lot of flowers these days." Eddie points out, eyeing Steve's floral offering as you watch.
"Huh." You shrug "Seems like it, I guess."
You seemed indifferent, Eddie thought. No smile or any sort of reaction when he brought up the other bouquet that was in plain sight in front of the two of you. It was a good sign that maybe there weren't romantic feelings tied to them. However, Eddie chose to delve a bit deeper.
"Where are those ones from?" He asks, pointing at the wildflowers as he tries to feign nonchalance "Got a secret admirer that I don't know about?"
"Huh? No." You reply almost too quickly.
"I don't believe you." Eddie pries, trying to mask his curiosity as friendly teasing "C'mon, tell me who they're from."
"No one." You answer.
Liar.
Why were you lying?
"I saw them in the florist section of the grocery store today. I thought they were pretty so I just...I brought them home."
It came out so easy. So smooth that Eddie probably would have believed you if he didn't already know the truth. That those flowers came from Steve Harrington and you were, for some reason, hiding the truth.
Why?
"Hm." Eddie hums, continuing to play it cool "Well, they're nice. I like mine better though."
Eddie leaves the kitchen, walking out to return to the living room where the liquor was surely getting warm.
"So, what brings you by?" You ask "Everything okay?"
And something about that set Eddie off. Maybe it was the way that you said it- how you made it seem like him dropping by like he used to was now a nuisance to you. As if his presence was no longer welcome in your home.
"Yeah." Eddie answers, his tone coming off slightly cold and biting "Everything's fine. I can't just stop by and see you anymore?"
"What? No." You reply, kind of taken aback by the slight bite of his answer "Of course you can. You're always welcome."
Am I though? Eddie wonders. Or has Harrington taken my place?
“Well, I brought drinks and a movie. Thought we could sit down and watch it. Y’know, like we used to.”
Eddie put a lot of emphasis on the words used to, making you feel a bit guilty but you also knew that he was just as responsible for your friendship crumbling as you were.
“Oh.” You reply, not knowing how to answer “I…uh…You know, Eds, I’m not really feeling to well. I was actually lying in bed before you came.”
Another lie. Eddie thought. Another excuse for you not to hang out with him- to avoid spending time with him.
“Are you still feeling sick?” Eddie asks, stepping towards you.
You took one step back. Immediately catching Eddie off guard.
Wow, He thought. You didn’t even want to stand near him anymore.
“Why’re you doing that?” He asks, a hurt expression on his face as he watches you put distance between the two of you.
“Doing what?” You ask, trying to feign obliviousness.
“Dodging me.” He points out.
“I…I’m not dodging you.” You lie “I just don’t want you coming too close to me. I don’t want you to get sick.”
“Sweetheart, you’ve puked on my shoes before.” Eddie rolls his eyes “Pretty sure I’m going to be just fine. Now, c’mere.”
Eddie grabs for your waist. You watch as his big, ringed hands land on your hips as he pulls you closer to him. Your breath hitches as he drags you towards him to close the gap between you and you can smell the scent of his woodsy cologne. The hint of spearmint gum and cigarettes that he always carried. You were close enough to him that you could see the day old stubble on his chin. You haven’t been this close to him since that dreaded night.
Eddie removes one of his large hands from your waist, placing it on your forehead. Then flipping his hand over to feel with the other side.
“You don’t feel warm.” He points out.
“It’s a…uh…stomach thing.” You make up.
“Huh.” Eddie replies “Well, have you eaten anything today? I could get some takeout from Benny’s if you want? Some chicken soup?”
“N-no, I’m fine. I just think I need to rest.” You stammer, stepping back from Eddie in order to prevent yourself from melting under the hot, sexy stare of his big brown eyes.
“Okay.” Eddie nods “How about I put on the movie and we can snuggle up? Would that make you feel better? If you fall asleep, I’ll carry you to bed. Tuck you in real nice and all that.”
As Eddie tries to reach for you again, you take two steps backwards this time, finally losing your composure.
“No, Eddie!” You groan “I don’t want to fucking cuddle with you, okay?”
The words flew out of your mouth so fast that you immediately regret them, wishing that you could swallow them back down as soon as you saw the hurt look on Eddie’s face.
Great, you thought. Just fucking great.
“Cool.” Eddie nods “I fucking knew you were avoiding me. Good to know that I was right.”
“Eddie,” you plead “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-“
“It’s fine.” He snaps “Seriously, just save it, okay?”
Eddie turns, walking towards your front door as he grabs his boots.
“Eds, wait!” You sigh “I didn’t mean it. I just…I’m going through a lot and-“
“And you don’t seem to care enough to come talk to me.” Eddie scoffs “We used to tell each other everything but now it seems like Harrington is your new go-to guy, right?”
“What?” You ask, taken aback “What does Steve have to do with this?”
“Oh, don’t give me that, sweetheart.” Eddie shakes his head “You think I haven’t noticed that as soon as things got weird between us, you ran straight to him? And he just welcomed you with arms wide open, right? ‘Course he did!”
“Eddie, what are you even saying?”
“You’ve replaced me.” Eddie admits, his voice dropping into something sad- deeply vulnerable. “Ever since that night, things haven’t been the same between us. You don’t answer my calls. You don’t hang out anymore. You don’t even seem like you wanna talk to me. But then I see you in the corner chatting it up with Harrington and I just….Fucking forget it.”
Eddie jams his feet into his beat up old combat boots as you grab at his arm, trying to prevent him from leaving.
“No.” You shake your head “Eddie, just wait a minute-“
“Do you regret that night?” He asks, staring into your eyes, giving you a glimpse of the neediness that was buried within them. The fragility that he had always held back and locked away from other people to see. The vulnerability.
“What?” You ask, your voice barely a whisper.
“Do you regret that night? That we had sex?” He asks again, laying it out even more for you “Because I don’t. I- fuck. It was the last time in a long while that I really, you know, felt something. Like I didn’t fucking hate my life for a second. Like I felt…wanted…y’know? Does that make any fucking sense?”
“Yeah.” You mutter “Yeah, it does.”
“I know you probably regret it but I don’t. Not even a little bit. The only thing I regret was letting it ruin our friendship. Ever since that night I’ve felt like…I’ve lost you. Sweetheart, I can’t fucking lose you.”
Hearing him say those words to you felt like you had just had the wind knocked out of you. It was completely unlike Eddie who has never said anything like that to you but you couldn’t help but hang onto those words. Because they were coming from him.
“Look, you know I’ve never been good with this whole talking-about-my-feelings shit. But that’s why I came over. I didn’t come over here to watch movies. I came because….fuck, this is hard.”
Everything in your body wanted to reach for him. Your body wanted to press itself against him- to reach out and grab his face in your hands and tell him that you didn’t regret a single second of that night. Besides not making him stay.
“What I’m trying to say is that you’re important to me. That hooking up with you made me realize that more than ever. So, I…you know, got jealous. Of Harrington. For thinking that you regret that night and that it ruined our friendship and now Harrington is my replacement.”
“Eddie…” you reply, softly “That’s not-“
“Is there something going on between you and Harrington?”
“What?” You ask “Me and Steve are friends. That’s all.”
“You’re sure?” Eddie presses, looking at you.
“Yes?” You answer “Why do you think that Steve and I are dating?”
“I just…I see something between you two. I know I sound crazy but it’s been all I can think about. That you’re, like, into each other or something.” Eddie admits.
“There’s nothing going on between me and Steve.” You clarify “Can I…ask you why it bothers you so much? Why you’re jealous?”
Fuck. Eddie thought. He didn’t expect you to ask that.
“I…I don’t fucking know. It just does. The thought of Steve or anyone else having feelings for you just…it fucking bothers me, okay?”
Shit. Here goes nothing.
“Because I have feelings for you too.”
There. He said it. He finally said it and now it was out in the open.
And you were just staring at him. Silent and unblinking. Definitely not the type of response that Eddie was expecting. Especially when you had admitted to him that night that you’ve had a crush on him since middle school.
“Oh.” You whisper, a feeling of dread overtaking you. Eddie just told you that he had feelings for you too. Telling you that night was more than just meaningless sex. You should be happy, right?
So, why did him telling you how he felt only make you feel sick to your stomach? This wasn’t good.
“Eddie-“
“Okay, so…that wasn’t exactly the reaction that I was expecting but, before you crush my ego, can you please just listen to what I have to say?”
He could feel it in his heart that this moment wouldn’t lead him to the results that he so desperately wanted- you telling him that you loved him too. That you wanted to be with him. But he had been running around Hawkins telling everyone how he felt about you- finally coming to terms with the fact that he was in love with you. No matter how badly he wanted to deny it. But he couldn’t deny it. He loved you. He wanted you to know that he loved you. But, most of all, he wanted you to love him back- and Eddie knew that it was going to hurt like hell if you didn’t.
“Sweetheart….I know this is going to be weird to hear but…fuck. I have feelings for you. No, more than that. I think I always have but I didn’t know that I liked you…like that. Then that night happened and we had sex and, fuck, I can’t get you off my mind. You’re all I think about. It’s like you have this fucking sick hold on me and I can’t fucking shake it. I think about you all the time and how that night was the fucking hottest, most fucking….wow thing that I’ve ever felt. I never thought I’d ever say this but I want to feel that again. I swear to god, I feel like a fucking crack addict or something but all I fucking think about is you. Fucking you, kissing you, holding you. Holding your stupid fucking hand. Wait, no, your hand isn’t stupid. That’s not what I meant. I just- fuck, see? This is what you do to me! It’s not fucking normal! But I want more. I want you. No one else but you. I don’t fucking know how it took me this long to fucking realize that but I feel fucking stupid not realizing it before because, Jesus H Christ, I think I fucking love you.”
There. Eddie thought. It was out there now. I can’t take it back.
“And, like, I know shit between us is complicated right now but I want to be with you. Like, for real be with you. I don’t know if you want to be my girlfriend..”
Or my future fucking wife. The love of my life.
“…Or if you, like, don’t want to put a label on things and just…be casual? But I just…I wanna be with you, sweetheart. I wanna give this a try and find out what this could be. Because I feel like it could, you know, possibly be the best thing to ever happen to me in my fucking life or whatever.”
Eddie was talking so fast that he felt like he was running out of breath. As soon as he let his feelings spill out, he couldn’t stop himself from talking. Everything that was on his heart began to come out as well. He poured it all out to you. He showed you the cards in his hand and was hoping for the best. So, when you remained silent, he began to worry- really worry.
“Uh…sweetheart? You gonna say something? ‘Cause you’re kinda freaking me out…”
“No, Eddie.” You sigh, wondering how things could have ever gotten this messy and complicated. “You’re in love with Chrissy- your girlfriend.”
“That’s what I thought.” Eddie admits “I thought Chrissy was…the one, you know. I’ve thought that for, I don’t know…years. But this whole time you’ve been right here. I don’t know how I was too stupid to realize it. Sweetheart, if you want to be with me like how I want to be with you then I’ll end it with Chrissy.”
“You would really do that?” You ask, looking at Eddie.
“Yeah.” Eddie replies “I would. If I get to be with you.”
You turn around, walking back to your living room as you slump down onto your couch- placing your head in your hands as you tried to process this. It felt like a great big joke.
“Sweetheart?” Eddie calls out, following you as he takes in your reaction “Can you talk to me about this? Like, you know, say something?”
“This is such a mess, Eds.” You reply, laughing bitterly to yourself. He didn’t even know the whole story on how messed up this was. You were in love with him, he was in love with Chrissy, you were pregnant with his baby, and now he was in love with you too? Everything felt so wrong.
“Don’t break up with Chrissy. Not to be with me.”
“What?” Eddie asks, believing that he had misheard you. But you continue on.
“Chrissy is a really nice girl, Eddie. She doesn’t deserve any of this….and this thing that happened between me and you….It’s not love. I know you think it is but it’s not. Which is why it’s not going to go anywhere.”
“What are you trying to say?” Eddie asks, his heart feeling as though it had dropped into the pit of his stomach.
“I’m sorry, Eds, but nothing is ever going to happen between us again. That night…it was a mistake and if you dump Chrissy to be with me, that would just be another one.”
Eddie felt like he was getting gut-punched over and over again. This couldn’t be real. You were joking, right? You had to be fucking with him.
“But…wait…I’m so fucking confused. That night you told me that you had feelings for me.” Eddie tries to reason, running his fingers through his hair. None of this made sense.
“I thought I did.” You lie “But I was wrong. I think we’re better off as friends.”
“Friends?” Eddie asks, looking at you as if you were insane.
Friends? He thought. You wanted to try and stay friends after this shit-show?
“Yeah. Like we were before.”
“….Sweetheart, if you think that I can just pour my fucking heart out to you and then go back to being friends after you fucking stomped all over it, you’ve just about lost your mind.”
You couldn’t believe what was coming out of Eddie’s mouth.
“Me? I stomped on your heart?” You scoff incredulously “I’m sorry, but the last time I checked, I wasn’t the one fooling around just to get back together with my girlfriend, Edward.”
He wrinkles his nose in disgust after you hurl his dreaded first name at him.
“Sure.” He exclaims “Go ahead and throw that shit in my face but, the last time I checked, you had no problem hopping on my dick as soon as you found out we broke up so don’t act like you care about that now.”
“Excuse me?” You guffaw, having trouble believing what your supposed ‘best friend’ has said about you. “Last time I checked, you were the one who kissed me. You started this shit, Eddie!”
“Yeah, okay.” Eddie argues “As if you didn’t fucking want it as much as I did.”
“You know what? Screw you, Eddie. Maybe you should get over yourself.”
“Yeah, well, that makes two of us.” He counters “You know what? Maybe you’re right. None of this shit should’ve happened.”
“Maybe us being friends shouldn’t happen.” You spit, the words full of anger and bitterness.
“Yeah? Maybe it fucking shouldn’t.” Eddie snaps.
“Maybe you should leave, Eddie.” You challenge, staring him down.
“Fine.” He snaps, snatching his Family Video rental off of the coffee table “Why don’t you give me a call when you finally get over yourself.”
“Don’t fucking count on it.” You snarl, watching as Eddie stomps his way to your front door- flinging it open before he storms out of your apartment. He slams the door hard enough to surely earn you a noise complaint in the morning. But you always ended up apologizing on Eddie’s behalf for something- why would this time be any different?
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8 Weeks
“Okay, yeah, that sounds like a mess.”
You sat across from Steve in a booth table at the back of Benny’s Diner, having just poured over the big fight that you had with Eddie almost a week before. You both haven’t spoken since. You knew that Eddie had called a few times and left messages on your voicemail but you were still too upset to listen to them. Still too angry to call him back.
“I don’t get it though.” Steve adds, looking at you skeptically “You like Eddie. Eddie is supposedly in love with you. So…why is this so complicated? Shouldn’t you guys just, you know, be together?”
“It’s more complicated than that, Steve.” You sigh “This isn’t a situation where Eddie and I can just be together.”
“…why not?” Steve presses.
“Because I don’t want to be someone’s second choice, Steve.” You counter “I deserve to be someone’s first choice. There are so many reasons why me and Eddie shouldn’t be together. First of all, there’s Chrissy.”
“Yeah but doesn’t he want to break up with Chrissy?”
“Steve, Eddie isn’t serious about breaking up with Chrissy.”
“Haven’t they broken up a few times before?” He questions.
“Yeah, and they always get back together.” You confirm “Which proves my point. He’s not in love with me. He just saw me as a rebound to get over Chrissy and now he thinks he’s ‘in love’. He’s not serious about me. He’s going to dump Chrissy and regret it. Then he’ll toss me aside once he decides he wants her back. It’ll always be Chrissy, Steve. Chrissy will always come first to him. If he wanted to be with me, he would have broken up with her already. He’s not going to leave her. Not really.”
“Okay, yeah.” Steve nods “I can see that, I guess. But all of this is going to get so much more complicated because of the baby. You know Eddie is probably going to want to try and make things work.”
“Steve, I’m not telling Eddie. I…I can’t. I’m not going to just ruin his life like that.”
“How do you know it’s going to ruin his life?” Steve asks.
“I just do, Steve. Eddie’s….not going to want to be a dad. He’s got the band and Hellfire. His whole thing working at The Hideout. Chrissy. He’s got the complete freedom to do whatever he wants. Why would he want that to change? A baby would ruin his life. The last thing I need is for him to resent me for that too.”
“Hey, listen.” Steve reaches across the table for your hand “I don’t think that Eddie could ever resent you. But I do think he would be really hurt if he ever found out that you kept this from him and didn’t give him the choice on whether he wants to be in his kid’s life or not.”
“Steve, I’ve already made up my mind. I’m not going to tell Eddie. That’s my final decision.”
“Okay.” Steve sighs “It’s your choice. So, what time is your appointment?”
Steve was referring to your first prenatal appointment. You had it set up to see an OBGYN that afternoon to speak with a doctor and find out what to do now that you decided that you’re keeping your baby. You’d even be able to get your first sonogram to show Steve afterwards.
“Three.” You smile, your hand resting excitedly on your tummy.
“I can’t believe I’m going to miss it.” Steve says “You sure you don’t want me to come? I can cancel practice today. The kids would probably be happy about it. They can go home and binge-watch Thundercats instead of having me make them run drills.”
You laugh, rolling your eyes at Steve. You knew how much he wanted to be there for your first real appointment but you didn’t want him to miss out on work and his own priorities to make room for yours.
“I’m sure.” You assure him “It’s gonna be boring for you anyway. Just a bunch of talking about fetal development and the importance of prenatal vitamins.”
“You do realize that I’m a Sex-Ed teacher, right?” Steve laughs “That’s literally part of my job.”
“Yeah but I still don’t want you to have to drop everything for me. Besides, I’ll stop by as soon as you’re home from practice and tell you all about it.” You promise.
“You better.” Steve points at you “I’ll probably be too excited the rest of the day to see pictures of that little nugget you have growing in there.”
“Little nugget?” You laugh, causing Steve to smile.
“Yeah. That’s what he is. Uncle Steve’s little nugget.”
“He?” He ask “What makes you think it’s a boy?”
“I don’t know.” Steve shrugs “It would be cool though. Can teach him how to throw a baseball when he’s old enough. Give him wise advice about the ladies.”
“The ladies?” You guffaw “Steve, I’ve barely even growing them and you’re already thinking about my child’s love-life?”
“Hey, better than what would happen if it ends up being a girl. Instead of teaching them how to twirl a bat, I’d be chasing after boys with one.”
You laugh some more, both hands flying to your stomach as you tilt your head back. Steve can’t help but smile even wider. He hasn’t seen you this happy in weeks. Maybe this baby was a good thing- a real good thing.
Steve looks down as his watch before letting out a drawn out groan.
“My lunch break’s almost over. I’ve gotta get back. My most recent pop quiz isn’t going to grade themselves. Fuck, do I wish they would sometimes.” He rolls his eyes.
“No worries.” You reply, standing up from the both as you both prepare to leave “I’ve gotta get home and shower before the appointment anyway.”
“I’ll see you later, though?” Steve asks “I’m serious, I want to see photos.”
“Alright, alright.” You laugh “I promise. I’ll be over as soon as you’re home.”
“Alright. Good.” Steve says, pulling you in for a hug goodbye “Be careful getting home, alright? You and little nugget.”
“We will. See you soon, Uncle Steve.”
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You unlock your apartment door and walk in just as your phone was on the last couple of rings. You didn’t have to pick it up and answer it to know who it was. He had been calling for days. You were surprised that your voicemail wasn’t full from how many messages he had left but you didn’t want to listen to them either. You avoided hearing his voice entirely- until the machine picked it up as you walked through your living room.
“Hey, sweetheart….”
You weren’t prepared to hear his voice again. You knew that if you heard his voice and how needy it sounded, you would fold and call him back. You didn’t want to do that. In the past, it was mostly you who always caved first during an argument or disagreement and called Eddie to apologize. This wasn’t going to be one of those times.
“I’m…look, I’m fucking sorry, okay? You have every right to be mad. I shouldn’t have said that shit to you. Like it was all your fault for what happened. It’s not. I…you know I don’t fucking think sometimes. Well…most of the time. I was just being an asshole and you didn’t deserve that. Maybe you can call me back? So we can, like, talk about it and stuff? I miss you. A lot. Pretty sure Wayne is ready to choke me if I say one more thing about you. Which is fine. I don’t blame him. But I’d also like to not die a slow death by asphyxiation before I sort this shit out with you. Please call me back. I’ll be home. All day. Waiting. So…yeah. Bye.”
The message ends with a beep and then stops.
You hover near the answering machine. Staring down at the blinking red light. Instead or replaying the message, listening to any of the other several dozens that he had left, or simply just calling him back- you decided against all of it. Because none of it would make a difference. Apologizing to each other for the stupid and hurtful shit that you had said the other day wouldn't make everything right. The damage was done. So, you thought, might as well just erase the past and pretend it didn't happen. Just like the messages on your voicemail- clearing them out until the red dot disappeared and there was nothing for you to listen to.
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Eddie sat in his van in the Hawkins High School parking lot, waiting for Chrissy Cunningham to emerge from coaching cheer squad- something she had volunteered to do since she had graduated what felt like ages ago. It was hard to get ahold of her when she coached practice, but Eddie needed to speak to her, like, now. So, he did the first thing that popped into his head; he called the Hawkins High front desk and begged to be put through to the gym department until the very pissed off receptionist finally relented.
His stomach was in knots as he spotted Chrissy emerge from the entrance near the gymnasium, using a baby pink windbreaker jacket to shield her from the downpour of rain. Before things happened with you, Eddie would've thought that the sight was cute- endearing even. Now he just felt sad- making sweet Chrissy Cunningham go out into the rain in the middle of her cheer practice just so that he could let her into his van and break her heart for the last time. He felt like a fucking dick.
Ever since the fight he had with you, he had been taking a lot of things into consideration. Mrs. Henderson's words replayed in his head a lot during that that time- what she had said about stringing Chrissy along through all of this. He knew it was wrong- so wrong- and Eddie knew that it was finally time for him to stop. Chrissy didn't deserve any of this. She didn't deserve to be stuck in the middle and a casualty of his complicated feelings and confusion.
"Hey, is everything okay?" Chrissy asks after she swings open the passenger door and hops into the cab of the van. "You never call the school looking for me. What's wrong?"
Chrissy turns to him, her stomach dropping when she sees the cold, serious look on Eddie's face. In all of the years that she's known him, she has never seen Eddie look so sullen.
"Eddie?"
"I'm sorry, Chrissy. I'm so fucking sorry..."
"What?" Chrissy asks, her heart racing as she stares at Eddie in the driver's seat next to her.
"Eddie, what's going on?"
"Chrissy..." Eddie sighs, putting his head in his hands "....I think we need to break up."
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Steve pops the trunk of his BMW, grabbing out his various duffle bags of basketball equipment. He knew the kids were going to hate him today for forcing them to run drills but the state championship game was just around the corner and they couldn’t be led to victory when they weren’t in their best possible shape.
He lugs netted bags full of Spalding basketballs to his gymnasium office in Hawkins Middle School, ready to sit down at his desk and attempt to grade at least a quarter of the thick stacks of assignments he had piling up. But he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his mind off of you and how your appointment was going.
Steve was ecstatic to hear all about the discoveries you would find out about his new niece or nephew. Steve was so excited that he had even stopped by Walden Books in Starcourt Mall before practice to pick up a copy of What to Expect When You’re Expecting- hoping that it would shed some light on how he could help make your pregnancy journey as easy as possible.
He had the book tucked under his arm as he dropped his practice equipment in front of the doorway to his office, reaching for the knob to let himself in. He pushes open the door, expected to be greeted with the emptiness of the dusty, old office but when he switched on the lights he was met with the presence of none other than Eddie Munson sitting in his chair, feet propped up on his desk- waiting.
“Jesus fucking Christ, man!” Steve shouts, startled by Eddie as he just sat there- waiting for him.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?” Steve exclaims, clutching his chest as if he were about to have a heart attack. The book Steve was carrying clatters to the floor- face up. Eddie looks down at it, staring at the cover. He looks between the book and Steve’s guilty face, trying to figure out what was going on.
“Not excited to see me, Harrington?” Eddie finally speaks, his eyes landing on Steve.
“Not when you’re sitting in my office waiting for me in the dark like a serial killer! Jesus, man!”
Steve bends down to pick up the book, flipping the cover over to rest against his side- hoping that Eddie hadn’t noticed the title.
“Everything good?” Steve asks slowly, looking at Eddie who just stared back at him.
“Fine.” Eddie shrugs nonchalantly “Are you good?”
“I mean, I’m currently trying to get my heart-rate back down to normal but yeah. I’m fine.” Steve replies.
“Hm.” Eddie hums, nodding “Doing some light reading there?” Eddie nods towards the book Steve was holding at his side “Not really the genre I’d suspected you be into. But, to level with you, Harrington, I didn’t suspect you to be much of a reader in general so…”
Ha. Steve thought. Funny.
“It’s not for me.” Steve states, placing the book down onto his desk.
“Who’s it for then?” Eddie raises his eyebrows questioningly.
Fuck. Steve thought. Shit.
“No one.” Steve replied quickly. He’d have to think fast “It’s…uh…it’s for my Sex-Ed class. Assigned reading.”
Good save.
“No better way to prevent teen pregnancy than the horrors of child-bearing.” Steve continues “Gotta teach ‘em young.”
“Is that right?” Eddie replies, eyeing Steve suspiciously.
“….Yeah….so, is there something you need, Munson? ‘Cause you could’ve just called.” Steve starts but is cut off by Eddie saying your name. Steve’s heart drops, knowing exactly where this might be going.
“Have you, y’know, seen her around lately?” Eddie asks.
“No,” Steve lies, hoping that he was coming off sincere even though he wasn’t. Not even a little bit. “Why? Is everything okay?”
“Sure.” Eddie shrugs “If you don’t consider her ignoring me or whatever.”
“Oh, really?” Steve replies “I didn’t realize you guys weren’t talking.”
Bullshit, Harrington. Cut the fucking shit.
“Yeah, she’s kinda pissed at me right now. Really pissed. I thought maybe you might have seen her.”
Eddie knew something, Steve thought. But how much did he know? What exactly did he know?
“What makes you think that?” Steve says, trying to play it cool. He hoped he wasn’t failing miserably.
“Well, y’know, I assume you’ve been giving her rides or something. Thought maybe you two have talked. You both seem, I don’t know, pretty close lately.” Eddie drops. He knew. Steve didn’t know what it was that he knew but he knew something.
“Oh.” Steve stammers “I wouldn’t say that we’re…close. Or whatever.”
“You guys seemed pretty close during movie night. You drove her home and all that. She didn’t say anything to you about me?” Eddie presses.
“Nah, man.” Steve shakes his head “We haven’t…no.”
Eddie could sense Steve’s nervousness, sniffing it out like a bloodhound. What a lying prick.
“So, you’re saying that you guys didn’t talk about anything when you drove her home?”
“I didn’t say that.” Steve corrected “We just didn’t talk about…you.”
“What did you talk about?” Eddie interrogates, putting Steve even more on-the-spot.
“I-I don’t know, man.” Steve stutters “This was almost two weeks ago. I don’t remember what we talked about.”
“But it wasn’t about me?” Eddie quirks an eyebrow.
“No.” Steve lies “We talked about stuff but not about you.”
“What stuff?”
“Fuck, I don’t remember!” Steve exclaims “Why do you need to know?”
“Y’know, she mentioned having a lot going on. She didn’t want to talk to me about it. But she was talking to you all night that night. Did she tell you what was going on?” Eddie takes his feet off of Steve’s desk, rising from his chair.
“Eddie, even if I did remember, I wouldn’t tell you. That’s..you know…personal stuff. If she wanted to tell you then she would’ve.” Steve argues.
“Would she, Harrington?” Eddie asks, looking at him long and hard.
“I don’t fucking know.” Steve replies, incredulously “Okay, Munson, what exactly do you want? This is getting weird now.”
“Alright, Harrington, unlike you I’ll cut the shit. Are you dating her?” Eddie dropped it so suddenly that Steve didn’t know how to react- having a hard time keeping his face neutral to prevent giving away the fact that he did know what was going on with you.
“What?” Steve shakes his head “No. There’s nothing going on between us.”
“You’re sure?” Eddie smirks, looking at Steve even harder- his expression a bit menacing.
“Yeah, man….pretty fucking sure.” Steve replies.
“Interesting.” Eddie nods, stroking his chin as he walks slowly towards the door of Steve’s office- hovering there “Well, I guess I must be paranoid then. Silly me. Well, I’ll see ya around, Harrington. Have fun teaching your cult of future conformists to throw balls into laundry baskets or whatever the hell you do.”
Before Steve could come up with a rebuttal, Eddie was already out of his office- stalking through the gymnasium as he pushes through the metal doors before they heavily shut behind him.
What the fuck was that all about?
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Hours later, Eddie parked his van two blocks down, not wanting to tip off you or Steve if you were there. Which, he was hoping to god you weren’t. He didn’t know why he was stalking the outside of Steve’s house- waiting to catch a glimpse of you and hopefully find out the truth. Eddie didn’t know if he was even ready to know the truth. What if you were dating Steve? What would Eddie even do about it?
He walks up Steve’s driveway, hands in his pockets as he thinks about what he’s going to do. What he’s going to say. He was mostly hoping that you wouldn’t be in there. That he was just paranoid and that you were at home and continuing to not answer your phone. But all of his hopes were dashed when he catches sight of you through Steve’s living room window.
Fuck.
There you were. In any other circumstance, he would be happy to see you, but not like this. Not alone with Steve Harrington in his house. Having shown up there for god knows what.
It didn’t take long for Steve to show up next to you, something in his hand. Something that looked like a black and white photograph. Steve was smiling, staring down at the photo before looking back up at you. A glint of something in his eyes- hope, love, lust? Eddie didn’t know but he didn’t fucking like it.
You smile back, looking like you were about to cry. Eddie was itching to know what was going on. What was coming out of yours and Steve’s mouths as you spoke to each other. You move towards Steve who hold his arms out to you, enveloping you in a tight embrace as you rested your face against his chest. Eddie’s heart felt like it had dropped into the pit of his stomach. You used to hug him like that. What the actual fuck?
It wasn’t until Steve craned his neck to plant a kiss to the top of your head that Eddie finally fucking lost it. It happened fast- he was seeing red and there was no fucking stopping him. Something within him had switched. Something bad.
Eddie breaks out into a sprint, hurrying to the door before pounding on it with his fist like he was Hawkins PD- and once he started, he couldn’t fucking stop. He kept going, and going, and going until the door finally swung open- revealing Steve who looked startled and confused.
“Eddie?” He calls, his voice surprised and confused “Hey, man, what-“
But Eddie didn’t have time for the bullshit. He was angry, vexed- fucking boiling over to the point of combustion. He barges his way into Steve’s house.
“Eddie, what the fuck?” Steve exclaims, watching as Eddie begins to search his house like a mad man.
“Where is she?” Eddie yells, throwing open doors to peer into each room.
“What? What are you talking about?”
“Don’t fuck with me, Harrington. You know exactly what I’m talking about. I know she’s here. I saw her. Where is she?”
“Eddie, man, just calm down.”
Eddie whips around, lunging towards Steve as he grabs ahold of his shirt- pinning him against a wall.
“How long?” Eddie growls, fire in his eyes as he holds Steve against the wall “You’ve been sneaking around behind everyone’s backs. How long has it been going on, huh?”
“Munson, what?- what the hell are you talking about?”
“Don’t play fucking dumb, Harrington. I’ll fuck up that pretty little face of yours if you don’t start telling the truth.”
“Eddie, I already told you! Nothing is going on between us!”
Steve immediately flinches as Eddie pulls back his fist, ready to punch him.
“Eddie! What the fuck are you doing!?”
Eddie feels someone grab onto his arm, causing him to stumble backwards- sending you tumbling onto the floor.
Steve calls out your name, pushing himself off of the wall as he dives down towards you. Eddie grabs him by the neck of his shirt, throwing him down onto the floor.
“Don’t fucking touch her, Harrington.”
But Steve doesn’t listen, scrambling onto his hands and knees to get to you. Before he could even place a hand on you, Eddie’s ring-clad hands rip him away- throwing him down hard enough to know the wind out of him. Eddie mounts him, grabbing the collar of his shirt as he prepares to sock the daylights out of him.
“Eddie, no!” You shout, jumping onto Eddie’s back to yank him off of Steve “Knock it off right now! Stop it!”
But Eddie keeps struggling against you, trying to get his hands back onto Steve so that he could beat him into next week for even touching you.
“Eddie! Stop it! Stop it right now!” You plead.
You use all of your strength to tackle Eddie onto his back, hurrying to straddle him- grabbing his wrists to pin them above his head so that he couldn’t move. You weren’t nearly strong enough to hold him down completely but it was enough to stop him momentarily. Eddie thrashes against you, breathing hard as he tried to free himself.
“You better fucking run, Harrington!” He yells “As soon as I get her off of me, your ass is grass! You hear me!?”
“Eddie, stop!” You plead “Steve didn’t do anything! Please stop!”
“He fucking touched you! I’m gonna fuckin’ kill him! I swear to fucking god!”
“What?” You ask, your eyes widening “Eddie, what are you talking about? Steve didn’t do anything to me!”
“Oh yeah?” Eddie spits back “Wanna explain what I just saw through the window? How you two have been fucking each other behind my back? Hm? How long? How long has it been going on!?”
“What?!” You exclaim “Steve and I aren’t hooking up! Eddie, what-“
“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?” Eddie presses “Because you found someone else? S’that why?”
“Eddie, calm down and I’ll explain. It’s not what you think. I’ll tell you everything but you need to calm down. Okay?”
Eddie just stares at you, anger in his eyes as he breathes heavily underneath you.
“Okay?” You press.
“Okay.” Eddie finally mutters.
“You promise?” You ask, looking down at him with worry.
“Yeah, alright, I fuckin’ promise. Will you let me go now?”
You hesitate for a moment before slowly removing yourself from Eddie’s body, rising off of the floor. Steve immediately hurries toward you, grabbing your waist as he pulls you close.
“You okay!?” He panics “Is the-“
“Yeah.” You nod, cutting him off “I’m okay. We’re okay.”
Your hand instinctively flies to your stomach, splaying your hand across it protectively. Steve’s hand lands on top of yours, panic still on his face as Eddie picks himself up off of the ground. As soon as Eddie’s eyes land upon where yours and Steve’s hands meet, he becomes angry all over again.
“What the fuck is going on?!”
“Eddie,” Steve replies slowly, treading lightly with his friend who surely had the strength to kill him if he wanted to “You might want to sit down for this.”
“I’m gonna give you one more chance, Harrington. What….the fuck….is going on?”
“Fuck,” Steve breathes, turning toward you “We should just tell him. We can’t hide it for much longer, anyway.”
“Hide what, Harrington? I swear to fucking-“
“I’m pregnant.” You blurt out.
Eddie freezes, his blood running cold as soon as your words land upon his ears.
Pregnant. You were pregnant.
The next thing you knew, Eddie had cocked his fist back- immediately punching Steve hard enough to cause him to sway backwards.
“Jesus Christ!” Steve yells, clutching his nose that immediately began to gush blood.
“Eddie!” You gasp in horror, turning towards Steve who was groaning in agony beside you.
“YOU GODDAMN LYING SON OF BITCH!” Eddie screams, lunging towards Steve as you intercept- pushing at Eddie’s chest to back him away from Steve who was bellowing out a string of obscenities.
“Eddie stop! It’s yours!” You plead, trying to hold him off “It’s your baby!”
Eddie stop dead, hands going limp at his sides.
“…What?” He asks, eyes wide as he stares at you, searching your face for signs of deception. That this was all a cruel joke. There weren’t any.
“I’m pregnant.” You repeat “It’s yours, Eddie.”
Eddie felt like the earth had just tilted on its axis. Like he was on that shitty Tilt-a-Whirl at the Hawkins County Fair but the ride wasn’t stopping. No matter how badly he wanted to get off.
“Eddie?” You ask cautiously, eyeing him as he absent-mindedly stumbled his way over to Steve’s sofa- sinking down into it.
Pairing: Baby Daddy!Eddie Munson x Pregnant!Reader
Summary: After a heated one-time hookup, you find yourself pregnant by none other than your best friend Eddie Munson.
Content Warning: 18+ Smut, P in V, Unprotected Sex, Digital Penetration (Fingering), Oral (F receiving), Oral (M receiving), Sexual Acts, Slight-Voyeurism/Public-Sex, Sexual/Suggestive Language, Foul Language/Swearing, Mentions of Abortion, Attempted Abortion, Pregnancy (obviously), Quasi-Cheating (Sort of?), Messy Love Triangle (I guess?), Slight ED (Eddie can’t get it up), Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Co-Parenting, Mentions of Toxic Relationships (On Again, Off Again), Slight Betrayal (Eddie Being an Idiot), Slight Angst, Slight Slut-Shaming (Not Reader), Vomiting, Violence, Slight Gore.
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6 Weeks
Eddie fucking Munson and that dreaded fucking ponytail.
You told yourself over and over again that this couldn't be happening. That it wasn't happening. But, oh, was it happening. The two bold pink lines on the end of the pregnancy test confirmed it. Pregnant. With Eddie Munson's little fucking demon seed. How could you let this happen? Oh, right. You knew exactly how this happened. You remembered every little detail of it. All of it.
You remembered how you cried out in pleasure against his lips as you climaxed. You remembered the way you yanked on that godforsaken fucking ponytail, using it as a rein as he went down on you. You remembered the sweet little grunts he made as he pounded you relentlessly into your mattress- talking you through your orgasm like it was the biggest achievement of his fucking life. How he had gasped loudly as he spilled deep inside of you. Well, you thought, now you have a souvenir.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!
No, you thought, shaking your head. It was all a sick fucking joke. You could not be pregnant with your best friend's baby. You absolutely did not have rebound sex with him after Chrissy Cunningham dumped him cold on Valentine's Day. Just for her to take him back not even three days later. But that was all just wishful thinking. Because it was true. All of it.
Okay, it was definitely far too late for Plan B. The baby was already conceived. There was no changing that. Dear god, why didn't you use a condom? Eddie's words immediately come back to you, echoing in your head from that night.
"Jesus Christ, you feel so fucking good..."
It was enough for you to wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in to sink further into you- his body shivering at the action.
"Fuck! Never felt something so tight. Christ, don't make me pull out. Please."
And, like the idiot you were, you ate it up. Listening to his needy whines and moans as you reveled in his dirty little praises.
"So fucking tight, baby. So fucking wet for me. Tell me you're wet for me."
"Yes, Eddie! S-so wet for you. Only you. Want you to fuck me harder!"
“Yeah? Is that how you like it, sweetheart? Nice and rough? Huh? Say it for me…”
You thought back on how he had shown up on Valentines night with a bouquet of wilted red roses in his hand. His hair pulled back in that ponytail that made you weak in the knees. He was in a crisp black button down shirt. One that was ironed. His nicest pair of black jeans. He was wearing cologne for god’s sake. You had a harmless little crush on Eddie since the 7th grade but seeing the way he looked on your doorstep caused it to turn into a full-blown frenzy.
Before you could ask him what he was doing there and not at Enzo’s sitting across from his girlfriend Chrissy Cunningham at a romantic dinner for two, he was already storming past you and into your apartment- slumping down onto your couch.
“Well, that was a fucking disaster.” He announces, tossing the bouquet onto the coffee table.
“What happened?” You ask, watching the scowl on Eddie’s face as you followed him back into your living room.
“Well,” Eddie sighed, burying his face in his hands “She dumped me. Again.”
“What?” You ask “Why?”
“I don’t even know anymore. Something about me never taking her seriously. Never being serious. She’s been this way ever since The Hideout thing last week.”
Right, you remembered. The girl at The Hideout who was all over Eddie- who was too drunk to push her away. It had been a whole scene. Chrissy saw the way that the girl relentlessly flirted with Eddie while he did nothing to stop it. To be fair, Eddie was so oblivious that he didn’t even know that the girl was flirting with him. Not until Chrissy had decided she had enough and stormed out of the bar.
“How was I supposed to know that girl was trying to fuck me?” Eddie throws up his hands in exasperation “I’m still surprised that Chrissy wants to fuck me and we’ve been dating for over a year now.”
“I mean, that girl was coming onto you pretty hard.” You admit, earning you an incredulous look from Eddie “Don’t give me that look! I’m not saying that I’m on Chrissy’s side. I just don’t know how you missed the hint when that girl did everything but pounce on you.”
“Whatever.” Eddie grumbles “My point is that I always do something wrong even when I don’t do anything at all. I just don’t know what she wants from me.”
“I’m sorry, Eds.” You commiserate, walking over and plopping down on the couch next to him “I’m sure she’ll be over it soon. She usually doesn’t stay angry for long, right?”
“I just….” Eddie groans “I’m starting to wonder if I even want this anymore.”
“Whoa.” You reply, completely taken aback “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I…fuck, I don’t know.” Eddie mutters “Chrissy used to be fun. Don’t get me wrong, I love her, but the last few months have felt like….I just don’t know if I’m happy anymore.”
“Are you saying that you want to break up with her?” Your heart beats fast in your chest at his admission. You liked Chrissy. You really did. But you couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief upon hearing that Eddie was growing bored of her. You’d never admit it but you were jealous of Chrissy. You were envious of her for having the boy that you’ve loved since the 7th grade.
“Well, I mean, she kinda already did it for me.” Eddie scoffs “But maybe this time I won’t chase after her. Not when I don’t even know if it’s worth it anymore.”
“I’m sorry, Eds.” You frown, your heart breaking at how defeated he was “Is there anything I can do to help?”
“You can distract me.” He suggests “Keep my mind off of her. Getting dumped on Valentine’s Day is kinda fuckin’ embarrassing.”
“Okay.” You nod, biting your lip “Do you…wanna watch a movie? Or something?”
“Sure.” Eddie looks at you, a soft closed-lip smile spreading across his face “Yeah. That sounds nice. I could use some snuggles from my favorite lady.”
The admission leaves your cheeks blazing as you watch Eddie kick off his boots, resting his feet on your coffee table.
“So, uh, what do you wanna watch?” You stammer, trying to look away from him as he unknowingly lounges in front of you like the Sex God that he was. Not that you would know. Well, not from experience. However, you have heard several rumors throughout the years.
“Lady’s choice.” He replies “Pick whatever you want.”
Eddie watches you as you walk over to your stack of VHS tapes, flipping through them until you found something you wanted to watch. Since it was Valentine’s Day and you were such a hopeless romantic, you had picked Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
Eddie, however, wishes that you hadn’t picked so quickly. Not when he wanted to enjoy the view of you a little longer- kneeling down on the floor in front of your television stand, bending a little to read the titles on the low shelf as those teeny tiny little shorts of yours rode up little-by-little. Exposing the bottom of your ass enough to cause him to stifle his hungry groans.
“Got it!” You announce, waving the VHS tape in the air triumphantly “This okay?” You ask.
Eddie nods, not caring about whatever chick-flick that you planned to pop in the VCR. Not that he’d be paying much attention to it with you curled up next to him dressed like that. Sexy little hotpants that stretched tightly across your ass. Black tank top with no bra on underneath. He hoped that he’d at least be able to control himself enough to not allow a certain guest to make a surprise appearance.
You run to your room and grab a blanket, flipping off the living room lights before joining Eddie on the couch. You sat a good distance away. Maybe five inches on so apart. Not far but not close enough for Eddie to be satisfied- and he noticed immediately.
“What are you doing all the way over there?” He asks, furrowing is eyebrows as you tuck your legs underneath you on the couch.
“C’mere. I don’t bite. Unless you want me to.” He jokes.
But that was Eddie. Always joking even though you wished he wasn’t. It was cruel. Not that it was his fault, he didn’t know the way that you felt but his innocent flirting definitely didn’t help the horrible crush you had on him. The fact that he belonged to someone else.
“Ha.” You reply, rolling your eyes at him as your lips curl into a smile “Funny.”
“I’m not joking, sweetheart. Come over here. I’m lonely.” He pleads “So, so lonely. How could you leave me over here all alone and cold?”
You shake your head, rolling your eyes. If there was anything to be said about Eddie, it was that he was definitely dramatic.
You scoot closer, now only two inches apart but that still wasn’t enough. He wanted you closer. Eddie would never admit it, especially when he had only been dumped by his girlfriend an hour earlier, but he would have you in his lap if it were up to him.
With an impatient huff, he throws his left around you, moving it down to your waist so they he could draw you closer. Without warning, he tugs you closer, causing you to tip over- falling into his side as his arm clutched your waist. Your breath almost hitches as his thumb begins to rub against your waist, right above your hip.
“There.” He smirks “Much better.”
You felt like you had a lump in your throat as you swallow nervously, letting your body adjust against his so that you were nestled up against him- your head resting against his chest. You had cuddled with Eddie before- it wasn’t something new. However, this time, something felt different. Unlike all of the other times where you innocently huddled up close to him as you let your body relax- something about this cuddle session held tension. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it.
Maybe you were overthinking things. Maybe this was just like every other time but it was you who was making it weird. You worried that Eddie could sense it- your nervousness. As the movie starts, you turn your head to look up at him. His eyes were on the TV, absent-mindedly tracing circles into your skin that his thumb was rubbing against. He seemed unfazed. Just like every other time you’ve shared a friendly cuddle. Maybe it was you.
You let your body relax, choosing to switch off your mind as you melt into him. You even nuzzle the side of your face into his chest as you allow yourself to get more comfortable. Before you know it, your hand is creeping up to his chest- resting your palm there before you absentmindedly stroke the fabric of his shirt with your finger.
“This looks nice on you, by the way.” You whisper, your eyes zoning in on the opening credits as Audrey Hepburn stands in front of a shop window- peering at a display full of diamonds.
“Yeah?” Eddie mutters, turning his head to look down at you as you watch the movie.
“Mhm.” You hum “You smell nice too. New cologne?”
“Yeah.” Eddie answers “Bought it for the occasion. Y’know, before I got dumped.”
“Well,” you reply quietly “Chrissy Cunningham doesn’t know what she’s missing.”
And how could Eddie argue with that? Maybe Chrissy was missing out. But then again, if she hadn’t broken up with him tonight, would he be here right now with you? Snuggled up close on your couch as he indulged himself in the lingering sweet scent of your shampoo. He doubts it. In a way, he’s kind of glad. At least, with you, he didn’t have to sit up straight at a dinner table as he pretended to be civilized- eating over-priced food. Then it hit him. What the hell were you doing all by yourself on Valentine’s Day?
“Sweetheart?” Eddie whispers, turning his head to bury his nose in your hair. Strawberry shampoo. With hints of that vanilla scented body wash that he sometimes used when he showered at your place. Which wasn’t often. Maybe only once or twice. Yet, he couldn’t help but remember how the scent lingered on his skin the rest of the day- catching whiffs of himself that made his eyes flutter shut as if he were smelling you.
“Hm?” You answer, transfixed on the movie even though you’ve seen it a million times.
“You didn’t go out tonight?”
The question pulled your attention.
“Uh-uh.” You answer, Eddie noting how your voice carried a hint of disappointment “No date.”
“Why not?” He further interrogates “What about that guy? The one with the-“
“David?”
“Yeah.” Eddie replies, hoping that you couldn’t sense him scowling “Him. What happened to him?”
“I don’t know.” You sigh “Just didn’t work out, I guess. He asked if we could ‘still be friends’”
“Are you still friends?”
“Fuck no.” You reply, causing Eddie to snort out a laugh.
“Well, his loss.” He declares “Darryl doesn’t know what the fuck he’s missing.”
“David.” You correct, giggling against Eddie’s chest- causing him to smile.
“Yeah, sure. Whatever.”
You both fall silent, focusing again on the movie as the scene of Holly’s party plays out on the screen. You watch the way that Paul Varjak looks at Holly- like she had hung the moon and the stars herself. You couldn’t help but wonder when you would find a man that looked at you like that. A distant dream that felt so far away. You were tired of being the single friend.
Nancy had Jonathan. There was El and Mike. Max and Lucas. Even Dustin had a girlfriend that he met at Camp Know Where. Then there was Robin who was hopelessly in love with Vicki. Steve technically was single but he often kept a string of girls behind him- a new flavor of the week. Lastly there was Eddie and Chrissy. High school sweethearts that seemed to constantly be on the rocks but at least he had someone. You were the odd one out.
You tried not to let it get to you but by the time that the scene of Holly Golightly singing Moon River on the fire escape started to play, you were on the brink of bawling your eyes out. You held in your sobs, trying not to let your body shake as you laid against Eddie. Why the hell did you have to pick a romance? You should’ve just popped in Grease. Or The Karate Kid.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey. Are you crying?” Eddie looks down, feeling the wetness of your tears through his shirt.
“No…” You lie, a sob escaping your lips.
Well, you thought, so much for that.
“What’s going on? Why are you crying?” Eddie questions, his brows pinched with worry as he turns to look at you “Speak to me, sweetheart.”
“I- I’m fine.” You hiccup “I don’t wanna talk about it. It’s embarrassing.”
“What’s embarrassing? I can’t help if you don’t talk to me.”
Oh, Eddie. Always wanting to help even though there was nothing that he could do about the way that you were feeling. It was something he just couldn’t fix.
“It’s fine. I’m fine.” You sniff “Let’s just finish the movie.”
“Fuck the movie, sweetheart.” Eddie says “Talk to me. Is it something that I did? Did I say something to upset you? Was it….fuck…is it because I brought up Devon?”
“David.” You sob “No, it’s not that. Well, I mean…sort of. I…can we just drop it? I don’t even know why I’m crying. This is so stupid.”
“S’not stupid.” Eddie counters, getting up from the couch so that he could kneel on the floor in front of you, preventing you for turning away and hiding from him. “Please tell me what’s wrong? Maybe I can fix it?”
“No!” You wail “You can’t fix it!”
“I can’t if I don’t know what it is.” Eddie argues, reaching for your hand as takes it in both of his, bringing it to his lips as he presses a kiss to it.
“Tell me what’s wrong?”
If only Eddie knew that he would be spending his Valentine’s Day- supposedly the most “romantic”day of the year- trying to figure out why seemingly every woman in his life was upset with him. What a fucking day.
“I don’t want to be alone.” You cry, launching forward to bury your face into Eddie’s chest- sobbing uncontrollably.
Fuck, Eddie thought.
“What?” He asks, trying to figure out what you were talking about “Sweetheart, you’re not alone. I’m right here.”
“No, that’s not what I’m saying!” You whine “I’m tired of being single. I’m tired of dating around. I’m tired of not having someone who loves me.”
“What are you talking about?” Eddie shakes his head, confused. “I love you.”
“Yeah,” you snivel “But not like that. Not the way that Robin loves Vicki. How Nancy and Jonathan love each other. Not the way that you love Chrissy.”
“Oh.” Eddie replies, completely dumbfounded.
“I just don’t get it. Am I unlovable? I go on all these dates and just…nothing. Things just end badly or they just stop talking to me. It’s like…there’s something wrong with me.”
“Hey! Stop that.” Eddie orders, grabbing your face in his hands as he forces you to look at him “You don’t say shit like that. There is nothing wrong with you. Nothing. You hear me?”
“But what if-“
Your objection was immediately stolen by Eddie pressing his lips against yours. Crashing into you hard enough to jolt you backwards- leaving you completely stunned. Eddie was kissing you. Your best friend’s lips were on your lips and you swore that your body was going haywire.
It ended as quickly as it happened, leaving you reeling as you stared back at him- unblinking. Eddie stared back at you, wondering why in the hell he had just kissed you. Friends don’t kiss friends. Not even best friends. Especially not when one of them was going through a fresh breakup and the other was emotionally vulnerable. What the fuck was he thinking?
“Shit.” Eddie panics “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-“
“It’s okay.” You cut him off, averting eye contact “We’ll just pretend it didn’t happen.”
As soon as you suggested it, Eddie’s heart sank. What if he didn’t want to pretend that it didn’t happen?
“Yeah. Right.” He stammers “You’re right.”
A moment passes where the two of you just stared back at each other, not knowing where to go from there. Yet, the both of you felt an unbearable tension. Something electric between you. You open your mouth to speak, Eddie watching your lips part and it felt like something within him finally snaps. You could sense it.
“Fuck it.” He breaks, his body colliding into yours as he kisses you again- hard and fast. He groans against your mouth, guttural and animalistic. His hands were everywhere. He didn’t know what to do with them so they were everywhere. Grabbing, kneading, stroking, caressing. Every inch of you that he could get ahold of.
He wastes no time deepening the kiss, his tongue swiping against your bottom lip as you allow him access- his tongue quickly dominating yours as he makes out with you. Eddie clearly knew how to kiss. You, on the other hand, still felt like you were in shock- your hands placed hesitantly on each of his biceps as he attacked your mouth, grabbing the back of your neck to kiss you even deeper. As if he wasn’t close enough- as if he wanted to be skin-to-skin with you. Without warning, he pulls away, just for a moment.
“Touch me.” He pants.
“W-what?” You stutter, watching him eye you down with a hungry glare.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” He growls “Put your arms around my neck, grab my shirt, pull my fucking hair if you want. Just give me something.” He urges.
He grabs at your wrists, bringing them up to wrap around his neck as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in to devour your lips once again.
You grab onto the hair at the nape of his neck, daring to get a bit rougher with him. The action immediately earns you a low growl. The sound ripped right through you, immediately making you wet as you yanked him closer to you.
“There she is,” He smirks against your lips “Atta girl.”
The praise leaves you breathless, going straight to your heat as you ball up the fabric of his shirt in your hands. He works his lips against your mouth as if he’s in heat. Hungry and desperate for you. He nips at your bottom lip, eliciting sweet moans from you that go straight to his dick. His member stirring beneath the fabric of his jeans. Without hesitation, he grabs one of your hands- taking it in his as he places it over his hardening cock. He smirks as you let out a startled gasp.
“Feel that?” He asks, voice low and gravelly “If there was something wrong with you, do you think I’d be this hard for you right now?”
“Eddie.” You gasp, shocked at the filthy words leaving his lips. Have you heard Eddie say pervy things before? Of course. You had been there through his years of puberty. But never had you thought in your life that you would hear him say such vulgar things to you.
“What, angel?” He coos “Gonna be shy now? Hm? Or are you gonna let me fuck you properly?”
“Eds,” you moan “We can’t. What about-“
“What?” He asks, his eyes dark with lust. His eyes consuming you to the point of you almost losing your train of thought.
“Chrissy.” You drop.
Fuck, Eddie thought.
Chrissy.
You stood in your bathroom, wondering who to call. What to do. You felt helpless as you continued to stare down at those two pink lines. How the hell did you let this happen? With Eddie of all people. Eddie- your best friend. Eddie- who had a girlfriend. A serious girlfriend.
You started to feel sick to your stomach. A different kind of sick than the “stomach bug” that you foolishly thought you had- the illness that turned out to be morning sickness all along.
The very little amount of food that you happened to get down that morning begins to roil in your stomach. You try to breathe deeply through your nose. In….then out….in….then out.
Fuck.
You scramble to the toilet, dropping down beside it as you begin to vomit, spewing out everything in your system. You wretch so hard that your body jolts, leaving you gripping the sides of the toilet as you heave into it.
Fucking Eddie. That stupid fucking bastard and his stupidly hot ponytail. Fuck Valentine’s Day. Fuck the way that he made you feel that night just to throw you aside and pretend it never happened.
“You’re not mad, are you?”
“No, Eds.” You lied “I’m not mad.”
“It’s just…Chrissy and I have been together for so long and I just don’t know if I can throw all that away, y’know?” He wrings his hands “I also don’t want to lose you by making things complicated. I just think that….it’s best we stay friends.”
“Sure. Yeah.”
“Good. I’m glad you understand where I’m coming from.” He breathes a sigh of relief “You also deserve the best, y’know. Which would be, like, the opposite of me and I wouldn’t want to be in the way of you finally finding someone who’s good for you….”
All of that, you thought, was just an excuse for him to get off scot-free after having sex with you and not giving you any sort of commitment in return. What a fucking idiot you were. You were used to guys doing shit like this- using you to get what they want and then promptly tossing you aside. But you never would’ve expected this from Eddie.
Eddie.
The reminder of weekly movie night at Steve’s house caused you to groan. You had already skipped the last two, citing your mystery stomach bug as your excuse for missing out. You knew how it would look if you didn’t show up again three weeks in a row. As much as you didn’t want to see Eddie right now, you knew that you couldn’t dodge him any longer before he started showing up at your door expecting an explanation. So, you decided, you would sit through movie night.
You would pretend that everything was okay. That you were totally and completely normal. That you weren’t pregnant with Eddie’s baby as he was snuggled up next to Chrissy only a few feet away from you. You would pretend that you weren’t internally agonizing over what you were going to do. You would pretend that nothing bothered you. That everything was just how it should be even through life as you knew it was starting to crumble down around you.
It had been about a month and a half since Valentine’s Day. You would be lying if you said that you weren’t hurt. You were extremely hurt. You let Eddie inside of you. You let him hold you close and touch your body and gave him a very intimate piece of yourself that you’d never get back. Now there was a piece of him that he left behind- growing within you.
You pick yourself up off of the bathroom floor, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you flush the toilet. Walking to the sink, you turned on the tap- cupping your hands to gather water as you splash your face. You open your eyes, staring at yourself in the mirror as your reflection stared back. You looked like yourself on the outside but you felt wholly and completely changed on the inside.
You sit down onto the cold tiled floor, leaning your back against the wall as you think of the nearest urgent care facility and how late they were open. You needed to at least have the pregnancy confirmed by a doctor before you made your next decisions. Whatever they would turn out to be.
Eddie knew he wasn’t in the right state of mind, thinking completely with his dick and not with his head. He knew that he shouldn’t be doing this but he couldn’t help himself. He had gotten a taste of the forbidden fruit that was you and he couldn’t pull himself away now. Not even at the thought of his now-ex-girlfriend.
Chrissy
“I don’t wanna think about that right now.” He whispers, sending a shiver down your spine “Just wanna feel you.”
You lunge for him, pressing your body against his. You spread your legs, allowing Eddie to kneel between them as you made out with him- grabbing at your thighs. Your hand snakes up to tug at his ponytail, earning a low chuckle from Eddie.
“Love it when you wear your hair up.” You admit, between heated kisses.
“Yeah?” He teases “Like what you see?”
“God yes…” you moan.
He breaks away from kissing your lips to move along to planting hot, open-mouthed kisses to your neck- immediately sending a tidal wave of pleasure throughout your body.
“Fuck, Eds.” You squeal, mind completely going blank as you became jelly beneath his touch “I-I love the way you kiss me.”
“Yeah? You like that, baby?” He replies, his voice hot “I’m gonna do more than just kiss you.”
Before you could even catch your breath, Eddie had scooped you up off of the couch- his large hands grabbing at your ass as he held you. You waste no time wrapping your arms and legs around him as he carries you towards your bedroom.
“Fuck, you’re so hot!” Eddie groans, carrying you through the threshold of your bedroom “So fucking hot. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“I- I want you Eddie. Please.”
“You want me to what? Use your words, angel.”
“Want you to fuck me, Eds. Want you to make me feel good.”
“Yeah?” He purrs “Well, since you asked so damn nicely.”
Eddie drops you onto your bed, your back hitting the soft mattress beneath you as Eddie kneels between your legs, spreading them open for himself.
“God, you’re fucking perfect. Bet your pussy is just as pretty as you are, huh?” His eyes full of sex and sin “Gonna let me find out, sweetheart?”
You sat nervously in the urgent care waiting room, anxiously tapping your pen against the clipboard holding the paperwork you were too distracted to fill out.
You glance around the waiting room, taking in the many colorful posters on the walls that advertised the dangers of tobacco use, proper handwashing technique, and how to stop the spread of germs.
What the fuck were you going to do?
Best case scenario; It was a false positive. Worst case scenario; You would have to make the hard decision of what would be the fate of you and the baby growing inside of you. Did you even want to have a baby? Did you want to have kids at all? Were you prepared to raise another human and become responsible for how they turn out?
Were you going to keep it?
Were you ready to be a single mom?
Were you going to tell Eddie?
“Can I take these off?”
Eddie glanced up at you from between your legs, his thumbs hooked into the waistband of your shorts.
Those teeny,
Tiny
Shorts.
“Yes.” You whisper “Please.”
Eddie hums appreciatively at your words.
“Atta girl. Such good manners.”
He begins to pull your shorts down, dragging your panties off with them. Part of you felt self-conscious that you hadn’t worn the sexiest pair of underwear. To be fair, you weren’t expecting this to happen- ever. However, Eddie couldn’t care less- his eyes glued on your core that was slick and glistening with your arousal.
“Fuck, baby.” He groans “All of that for me?”
You nod bashfully as he bites his lip.
“God, I wanna taste you. S’that okay, sweetheart? Can I go down on you?”
“Please, Eds.” You moan “Been waiting for this.”
This peaks his interest, his eyes locking onto yours.
“You have, huh?” He smirks “You’ve thought about this before?”
You felt like you wanted to hide under the covers and disappear. Why the fuck would you say that?
You reach for the pillow next to your head, using it to cover your face that was burning with embarrassment.
“Hey,” Eddie calls, squeezing your thigh affectionately “Don’t hide from me. I think it’s hot. Really fucking hot. Tell me what you think about.” He grabs the pillow from you, tossing it out of your reach as he stares down at you- waiting to hear an answer.
“I, uh…..I think about you. Going down on me.”
“Yeah?” Eddie whispers, his voice dripping with lust “Tell me more.”
“You’re..uh…fuck….you’re using your tongue on me. Licking me…slowly.”
“Is that so?” Eddie smirks.
“Yes.”
Eddie grabs your legs, hitching them both over his shoulders as he lowers his head into your cunt, licking a slow broad stripe upwards until he reaches your clit. It had been so long since you’ve last been touched and your eyes practically roll into the back of your head.
“Like that?” He asks, feigning innocence as if he didn’t have his face in your crotch.
“Y-yeah.” You stutter “That feels so good.”
He begins to dive back into your core, repeating his actions before moving to pay more attention to your clit.
“Keep talking to me, sweet thing.” He mumbles against you “Be a good girl and tell me what you want.”
“F-fuck!” You breathe, back arching off the mattress as he gently nips at your clit- sending shocks of pleasure through your body “Just like that. Keep going. I…I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”
“Already?” Eddie teases “Baby, I’ve barely even started.”
He removes his right hand from where it was squeezing your thigh, bringing it to your core as he places his thumb roughly onto your clit. Without warning, he begins to rub it in tantalizing little circles that had you moaning like crazy.
“Holy fucking shit!” You squeak, your hand shooting down to wrap around Eddie’s wrist “Eds!”
“Too much? Want me to stop?”
“No!” You yelp “Don’t stop.”
“Whatever you say, sweet girl.” Eddie replies with a grin “Think you can take my fingers?”
“Congratulations.” The doctor says, smiling up at you from your test results “You’re definitely pregnant.”
You felt like the room was spinning. Suddenly, the only thing that you could focus on to avoid passing out was a box of tissues next to the exam table. Pregnant. It was confirmed. You were actually pregnant.
“How are you feeling?” The doctor asks, picking up on your lackluster reaction.
“Oh. I…I think I’m still in shock. A little. I…don’t know how I feel. I’m on the pill. I just…I don’t know how this could’ve happened.
“Well,” the doctor replies “I suppose that’s a pretty fair reaction. It’s pretty big news- a baby on the way. As for the birth control, it’s not a common occurrence but we have seen instances where women can still get pregnant while actively taking birth control. The most common reason is when you may have missed a pill or two. Do you think this could be a possibility?”
You had thought about how you had misplaced your pill pack right around the same time that you had sex with Eddie- needing to call your clinic for an early refill. But you had picked up your prescription only a day or two afterwards. Could you have gotten pregnant within that small 24-48 hour window?
“I did miss a couple. I thought it would be okay if I doubled up the dose the day after to make up for it. I thought…” Your brain felt foggy.
“In most cases this is possible but it depends on the type of birth control pill you’re taking. Sperm can live in the vagina for up to five days. Obviously, the chances of getting pregnant are the highest during the first twenty-four hours after sex. But even with the chances of pregnancy decreasing with each passing day, it is still possible to conceive. In your case, it seems, that you were able to get pregnant during the time period where you had missed those pills.”
“And you’re absolutely sure?” You question “ That I’m pregnant?”
“No doubt about it. Blood tests are over 99% accurate. However, there have been instances of false positives but they’re extremely rare.”
Everything the doctor said to you after that point was only caught in bits and pieces- feeling like you were listening to him speak from underwater. Ninety-nine percent accuracy was practically inarguable. You were having a baby.
“…..A good prenatal vitamin in your daily routine is what would be best for your baby…..”
You were having a baby.
“…..Morning sickness is to be expected during the first trimester. Just make sure you….”
There was a baby growing inside of you.
“…….I’ll give you some referrals for obstetricians. First course of action would be setting up an appointment in order to find out how far along you are…..
You were going to be a parent.
“…..Your due date and first ultrasound….”
You didn’t know if you could handle this. A single mom with no help. Raising a child on your own.
“……And I wish you the best of luck. If there’s anything you need or if you have any questions, the nurses are more than willing to help….”
The next time that you finally return to reality, you are standing outside of the urgent care entrance- a pamphlet in your hand titled “Your Baby and You: What to Expect in your First Pregnancy.” In your pocket was a phone number for a local ob/gyn clinic. In your heart was fear and uncertainty. Where do you go from here?
“Fuck, Eddie! Oh my god!”
You were on the brink of orgasm as he curled his fingers inside of you, his tongue working at your clit as you fisted the sheets below you. He would have been knuckles-deep inside of you if it wasn’t for the thick silver rings adorning his digits. Every time you felt the cool metal rub against your clit, you swore you were going to lose it.
“That feel good, sweetheart?” He asks, his tone teasing.
“So fucking good!” You moan “I’m getting close!”
“Yeah?” Eddie asks, looking up at you with eyes that felt like they could suck you in and devour you whole. All you could do was nod desperately.
“Let’s get you there, princess.” He winks, his head ducking back down as he takes your clit in his mouth, sucking harshly as your body jolted.
“Holy shit! Eds! Oh my god!” You cry out.
Before you could stop yourself, one of your hands flies up to grab at his ponytail- greedily pushing his head further into your cunt. Eddie growls at the action. He ruts against the mattress, trying desperately to gain some friction. He was so painfully hard from all of the pretty sounds that you were making for him. The fact that his face was buried in your pussy that tasted like heaven on earth. The sheer knowledge that he was fucking you- his best friend. It was all so forbidden but so fucking sexy.
Eddie strains against your grip on the back of his head as he comes up for air.
“Jesus fucking Christ, sweetheart. You taste so fucking good. So sweet. Best I’ve ever tasted.”
Eddie didn’t even know what he was saying. His mouth began babbling and he couldn’t stop.
“God, I love eating you out. Drenching my fucking face with this pretty little pussy of yours. Making me taste you.”
“Fuck.” You sob, feeling the mounting pressure of your oncoming orgasm “Keep going, Eds. I’m gonna fucking come.”
“You like it when I talk to you like this?” Eddie tsks, flirting with you “Y’know, I never would’ve guessed you’d be such a dirty girl in bed. Show me how dirty you can be. Grab my hair again, sweetheart. Grind against me. Fucking use me.”
You fist his ponytail, shoving his head down into you as you arch your back off of the mattress, bringing yourself closer to him as you begin to grind your wet heat against his face, chasing your high. It was coming towards you like a freight train. You rubbed down hard against his tongue, your pants picking up as you work for it. The pressure building up more. And more. And more. Until a tingling feeling intense pleasure washes over you.
“Shit! Fuck! I’m coming! Oh my god, I’m coming!”
You walked down to the nearest pay phone from the urgent care, immediately reaching for the phone book. You open it to the yellow pages, flipping through until you found the section that you were looking for; Family Planning Services. You ran your finger down the text as your eyes skimmed over what you were looking for. There it was.
You pick up the receiver, pulling some change out of your purse as you feed the coin slot enough currency to make a call, you dial the number- waiting as it rang. With each ring, your hand gripped the phone tighter- thinking about what you should say. What they would say to you. If they’d immediately know what it was that you were calling for before you even had to utter the heavy three-syllable word. Just when you thought you were about to chicken out, your ears were filled with the tinny cheerful voice on the other side of the line.
“Thank you for calling Planned Parenthood! How may I help you?”
You breathe deeply. In…then out. You swallow the nervous lump in your throat.
“Hi, I’d like to make an appointment, please.”
"God, angel. You did so good for me."
Your head was spinning as you try and catch your breath, releasing your grip on his hair.
“Doing okay up there?” Eddie asks, peering up at you as he takes in your blissed out face.
“More than okay.” You hum, causing Eddie to smile.
“Ready for more, sweet thing?” He asks, bringing your legs down from his shoulders- moving up your body to press a kiss to your lips. You could taste yourself on his mouth. The “best he’s ever tasted.” You’re sure he’s said that to every girl he’s fucked. Even Chrissy.
His body stiffens, immediately sensing your apprehension once his girlfriend- ex-girlfriend?- popped into your mind.
“Hey, you okay?” He asks, searching your face for signs of uncertainty “We don’t have to do this. We can stop.”
“N-no,” you shake your head, trying to forget about the girl that Eddie really belonged to- the girl who wasn’t you. A girl that you would never be like no matter how hard you tried. The girl that Eddie was in love with. Well, if you couldn’t have him for real then you could at least grant yourself this.
“I’m okay. I want to.” You mutter “Do you want to?”
“Yeah!” Eddie replies almost a little too fast- a little too eager “Yeah, fuck….I do. As long as you want to. We don’t have to…you know….just because I went down on you.”
“No, I want to, Eds.” You breathe “I’ve wanted to for a really long time.”
“Yeah?” He asks, his dick somehow hardening even more than it already was. Eddie could get off just from listening to you tell him that you wanted him. That you were going to grace him with the divine opportunity to have sex with you.
“How long?” He asks, staring into your eyes as he hovers above your half-naked body.
“…since middle school.” You admit, your face heating up in embarrassment.
“Fuuuuck…really?” He asks, his head spinning. And you were just now telling him this?
“Yeah.” You swallow “Really.”
“Even with the buzz cut?”
“Even with the buzz cut.”
“Fuck, you’re a little freak, you know that?” Eddie jokes, ducking his head to kiss your neck.
“Yeah?” You flirt, your voice hot and raspy “Do something about it then.”
Eddie’s eyes darkened as soon as the words left your mouth. A dare he wasn’t going to back down from. His hand flies to the hem of your tank top.
“Take your fucking tits out.”
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You stood on Steve’s front porch, overthinking absolutely everything. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea, you thought. Especially when you had already made your presence around Eddie pretty scarce over the last month and a half. You couldn’t face him then so why the hell would you be able to face him now? Knowing that you were carrying his baby just made matters worse. Before you could officially decide against showing up, the door swings open- putting you face to face with Steve.
“Hey, you.” He smiles “How long have you been standing out here?”
His smile immediately drops when he sees the expression on your face. Something was up. He could sense it.
“You alright?” He asks, stepping towards you as he closes the front door behind him. He didn’t know why he did it but he could tell that there was a sense of privacy that he needed to provide you.
“Yeah.” You lie “I’m fine.”
You were not fine. Not even close to fine. Your insides were screaming out for you to tell someone- anyone.
“I…”
You stared at Steve, your eyes trying to tell him what your mouth couldn’t say. Steve didn’t know what had taken over him but, without even a moment’s hesitation, he reached for you- placing his hands on your upper arms. He caught the subtle way that your chin wobbled as if you were about to cry. You were not okay.
“Steve-“ You whisper, voice breaking.
Then the front door flies open, revealing Eddie Munson behind it.
“Hey, Big Boy, did you-“ He immediately freezes, walking in on your moment of vulnerability. His eyes fixate on Steve’s hands on your arms, Eddie’s jaw flexes. Steve drops his hands, looking over at Eddie.
“Hey.”
“Sorry, I…uh…popcorn?” Eddie asks, still looking between you and Steve. Something was up. He could feel it.
“In the pantry.” Steve answers “I got the one with extra butter.”
“Cool…” Eddie nods, trying to remain nonchalant before turning to speak to you “Hey, sweetheart. Good to see you.”
“Thanks, Eds.” You reply awkwardly “You too.”
Steve caught on immediately, picking up on your demeanor towards Eddie. You two were on the outs, Steve figured. But why?
“So…” Steve starts, running his fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck “Should we start the movie? Before Robin gives us a lecture about punctuality.”
“Yeah. Right.” You nod.
You and Steve try to move towards the door at the same time, causing you both to bump shoulders.
“Sorry!” Steve apologizes, his hand landing on the small of your back, just for a moment, but Eddie saw it.
“After you.”
Steve gestures for you to enter the house first, using the same hand that had very briefly caressed your back. Eddie began to dwell. Since when did Steve become so touchy with you?
“Thanks, Stevie.” You reply, walking ahead as Eddie steps out of the doorway to let you through.
Stevie.
Since when did you call him “Stevie”?
It was within that moment that Eddie realized that something just didn’t sit right with him about this.
The touching, the weird tension he felt when he opened the door on you and Steve, his hand touching your lower back, you calling him Stevie…
There was something going on here.
And Eddie didn’t know if he liked the possibility of what that something might be.
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You lift up your shirt, exposing your bare breasts to Eddie as he sucks in a long breath- his eyes roving over your hardened nipples on display for him.
“Fuck.” He groans, taking the bunched up material of your tank top and pulling it over your head- tossing it across the room. He ducks his head down to run his tongue over one of your sensitive buds before nipping at it. You moan at the sensation. He grabs both of your tits with his large hands, kneading them in his palms as he grinds his clothed crotch against your core.
“Eddie…” you moan, tugging at his black button down shirt that was still on.
“Yeah, baby?” He hums, too busy kissing your tits.
“Why am I the only one naked?” You ask, taking in the fact that he was still fully-clothed while you were beneath him- completely bare and exposed.
“You want me to take my clothes off, sweetheart?” Eddie rasps, looking up at you from between your chest.
“Please?” You ask, tugging at his shirt once again.
“Okay, baby.” He replies “Whatever you want.”
He removes himself from on top of you, getting off the bed as he stands beside it. Your eyes focus on him as he slowly begins to unbutton his shirt, one-by-one- his eyes boring into you as he works his fingers down. With every button that is released, more and more of his milky skin emerges from underneath the fabric it was hidden beneath.
“Like what you see?” He smirks, finally reaching the last button before he pulls the shirt off- dropping it onto the floor beside him. Revealing his chest tattoos that you hardly ever see.
You nod, your eyes zoning in on his bulge as he begins to unbuckle his jeans. He slides the zipper down agonizingly slow. You were almost certain that he was prolonging the big reveal as much as he could in order to build tension and suspense. You were far too horny to stand it.
“Eds.” You reply sternly, giving him a look of utter impatience “I’m dying here.”
“Alright, gorgeous.” He laughs “Almost finished.”
He hooks his thumbs into the waist of his jeans, pulling them down along with his boxers. His member is freed from its restraints, slapping against his lower stomach as he lets his jeans pool at his feet- kicking them off. Your jaw practically hits the floor. It was beautiful- he was beautiful.
“Everything okay?” He asks, a bit self-conscious as you stare at him in awe. He was big- no, huge. The biggest you’ve ever witnessed in person.
“You’re- wow.” You breathe out, studying how hard he was. His tip slightly red and leaking a considerable amount of precum. Your mouth immediately begins to water like some sick Pavlovian effect that he had on you. Already trained to want him in your wet, eager mouth.
“Fuck, Eds.” You moan “Can I…”
Your eyes dart between his eyes and his dick, wordlessly conveying what you want.
“Mmm…” Eddie groans “As much I’d love you to, baby, I don’t wanna blow my load in your mouth. Wanna be inside you. That okay?”
Was that okay? You thought. It was more than fucking okay.
“Yes, please.” You breathe, watching his lips curl into a devilish smirk.
“Mmm…Y’know, baby, with manners like that, you can have whatever you fucking want.”
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Eddie flopped down onto the couch as you worked the room, greeting everyone that you haven’t seen in the past two weeks. Eddie couldn’t put his finger on it but something about you was just…off- besides whatever it was that he had walked in on between you and Steve.
He settled his left arm on Steve’s leather sofa, looking over his shoulder to grab at the throw blanket draped over the back of the couch. The cuddle blanket, you and Eddie had dubbed it long ago. On the occasions that Chrissy didn’t show up for movie night (which was common), Eddie saved the spot next to him just for you- ready to snuggle you close. Prepared to be your emotional support buddy in case the movie was scary- always hoping that it was so that he could feel your body nestled close to his at the scary bits and bury your face into his bicep or his chest to shield your eyes.
Eddie didn’t want to admit it but things between the two of you had been awkward ever since he and Chrissy had gotten back together after Valentine’s Day. You hadn’t cuddled since then. For the first few weeks since he and Chrissy had gotten back together, she had tagged along to movie night- being the one that snuggled up next to Eddie and shared the cuddle blanket. Come to think of it, ever since he and Chrissy made up, you hadn’t been around much at all.
With Chrissy taking your spot next to him on the sofa, you opted to sit somewhere else the past few weeks. Your interactions with him during movie night had become minimal but he was also so focused on entertaining Chrissy that he hadn’t noticed until now.
Then there were the times that he had called and asked to hang out, to which you had declined each time. Citing that you were busy or that you had caught some stomach bug that you couldn’t seem to shake off. Eddie took it all in stride, at first. Now he was worried that you were actively avoiding him. But why would you be? You said things were cool between you two, right?
“Hey, you!” Robin exclaims, hugging you tightly. Eddie eavesdrops from where he sat on the couch, trying to look preoccupied with something else as he listens in.
“How are you feeling?” She asks, looking at you with worry “Better?”
“Yeah.” You nod, trying to force a smile. Trying to pretend that nothing was wrong and that you hadn’t just found out that you were carrying someone’s baby- someone that was only a few feet away from you. “I’m better now. Mostly.”
“Good! We all missed you.” Robin replies, leaning in before whispering in your ear- low enough for only you to hear “Especially someone sitting over there.”
Robin pulls away from you, swiftly darting her eyes over in Eddie’s direction as he suddenly became very interested in the silver chains on the cuff of his jacket.
You don’t answer. Instead, you gave a weak smile before you work your way over to Nancy and Jonathan, asking them what they’ve been up to. After twenty minutes of this, Eddie was practically steaming in his seat. You seemed to be having a conversation with everyone but him tonight. What the fuck?
“Movie’s starting in five!” Dustin bellows “And we’re watching Top Gun. I don’t wanna hear any shit about it! It was my turn to pick. Nobody presses play until I get back from the bathroom.”
“Make sure you aim this time!” Steve scolds “I’m tired of cleaning up after you. I’m not your mommy, Henderson.”
Dustin gives Steve a death stare before flipping him the bird, stomping off to the bathroom down the hall.
Eddie watches as everyone starts to decide where to sit. He looks over his shoulder, finding you and Steve in the kitchen whispering to each other. He was growing impatient. He has a warm spot waiting for you and you were in there fraternizing with Harrington? Since when have the two of you even been close? Not as close as you and Eddie were. Eddie had known you before you had even developed breasts. But now you were acting like Steve was your best pal on earth? Eddie’s hands began to ball into fists. Then it only got worse.
You follow Steve back into the living room, passing Eddie up as you slump down into a spot on the other end of the sofa. Right next to Steve. What….the…fuck? The worst part? You didn’t even look in his direction. Not even a parting glance. Were you snubbing him?
Eddie watches in disbelief as Steve leans in to whisper something in your ear. You nod. Oh, Eddie thought, So you and Harrington share secrets now?
Eddie grinds his teeth, watching Steve steal his spot. Next to his girl. Who did this fucker think he was? Oh, right. King fucking Steve. Eddie rolls his eyes. Thought he grew out of that, he fumes. Clearly not. Arrogant little fuck.
“This seat taken?”
Eddie looks over to find Dustin standing in front of him, looking at the open spot next to him. The spot that you should be sitting in.
“Guess not.” Eddie bitches, his face settling into a pout. Dustin catches it and raises his eyebrows questioningly.
“Soooo….can I sit here?”
“Just sit down and shut up, Henderson.” Eddie grumbles, snatching the cuddle blanket off of the spot beside him so that Dustin could sit down.
“Geez.” Dustin sasses “Who pissed in your Corn Flakes?”
Eddie’s head whips towards Dustin, giving him a look that silently conveyed him to not push it.
Dustin took the hint, knowing just how Eddie could be when he got bitchy. It was best not to poke the bear.
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“You ready?” Eddie asks, lining himself up at your entrance. He runs his tip up and down your slit, feeling just how wet you are, causing him to groan. “Fuck, you’re wet. Been thinking about this.”
“Yeah?” You whine, looking into Eddie’s eyes as he continues to rub against you.
“Oh, you have no idea, sweetheart.” He rasps, his voice low “Tell me when to move.”
“I’m ready.” You answer, your voice small. Unsure.
“Hey, hey, hey.” Eddie replies, catching your apprehension “We don’t have to do this.”
“I want to.” You answer “I’m ready. Just…worried that it…”
“Worried about what, baby?” Eddie coos “What’s in your head right now?”
“Worried that it’s not gonna fit.” You admit, and the sound of your innocent voice saying something so fucking hot was enough to have Eddie throbbing.
“Don’t worry, angel. It’ll fit. I promise it will.” He replies “‘Kay?”
God, how were you both just now doing this? He should’ve been fucking you ages ago.
“Okay.” You nod.
“You trust me?” Eddie asks, looking into your eyes. Those pretty, pretty eyes.
“I trust you, Eds.”
“Good,” he breathes “Now, just relax for me, alright? I’m gonna take care of you.”
You force your body to relax underneath him, making yourself ready. You were about to have sex with Eddie. Your Eddie. Your favorite person in the entire world. The fact of it was so surreal that it felt like a dream.
Eddie grabs his member, lining himself up with your wet heat once again as he begins to enter you, watching your face for any indications of discomfort or regret.
He hears a sharp intake of breath from below him, stilling his hips as he looks down at you.
“You okay?” He asks, his voice laced with worry.
“Yeah.” You assure him “I’m okay. You feel good, Eds. So good.”
The words that left your sweet lips were enough to have him melting. The tip of him was barely in and you were already mesmerized.
“Fuck, baby.” He sighs “I’m gonna keep going. You good?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Okay. Shit…alright.” he babbles, inching his hips closer to you as he pushes himself deeper, sinking into your plush, slick walls.
“Ohhhh fuck…” he gasps, his hands reaching above your head to grip the sheets.
“Are you okay?” You ask, watching the way he was squeezing his eyes closed.
“Y-yeah. Fine. Just…shit, you’re tight. M’not even all the way in.” He groans “Holy fuck…”
“Do you wanna stop?”
“No!” He replies hastily “Just gimme a sec.”
He takes a deep breath, beginning to push himself into you further- focusing on the way you were suffocating his cock with your velvety soft walls. This, Eddie decided, was heaven. It had been between your thighs the entire fucking time. Who would’ve known?
He lets out an almost pornographic moan as he bottoms out, pushing himself into you as deep as possible. The action earns him a long, drawn-out moan from you. A sweet fucking sound that made him ravenous.
“Eddie!” You gasp, clawing at his arms “S-so deep.”
“Jesus Christ, you feel so fucking good.” He whimpers “Fuck…”
Eddie begins to draw back, almost to the point of pulling out completely before thrusting back into you, causing you to gasp.
“Oh my god!” You squeak, your mouth falling open in pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re so hot!”
“More, Eddie!” You beg “Give me more.”
And who was Eddie fucking Munson to not give a lady what she wants?
He begins to snap his hips into you, drawing back and sinking back in like his life depended on it.
“Yes!” You whine “Eddie!”
The sound of his name tumbling from your lips only spurs him on. He grasps into your hips, angling himself to quickly fuck into your dripping cunt. The sudden angle shift had you digging your nails into his shoulders.
“Shit, Eds! Just like that!”
“Yeah? You like that, sweetheart?” He pants, picking up his pace "So fucking tight, baby. So fucking wet for me. Tell me you're wet for me."
"Yes, Eddie! S-so wet for you. Only you. Want you to fuck me harder!"
“Yeah? Is that how you like it, sweetheart? Nice and rough? Huh? Say it for me…”
“Eddie, please!” You beg.
“C’mon, baby. Use those pretty words of yours. Ask for what you want.” He growls.
“I want it rough!” You plead “Please!”
Eddie grunt as he drives into you harder, pounding you hard enough to jolt your body forward onto the mattress.
“Eddie! Eddie! Fuck, yes!” You chant.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Taking me so well. Like you were fucking made for my cock. Isn’t that right? Want it so bad, huh? Such a good girl, letting me fuck you like this.” Eddie praises “Such a good, good girl.”
The sounds of your moans coupled with the sound of Eddie pounding you into the mattress was downright filthy.
“Fuckin’ drenching my cock, princess. Fuck, that’s so sexy. You’re so sexy.” Eddie babbles “Can’t believe I’m fucking you. God-“
You began to feel the tell-tale signs of your high approaching, becoming breathless and desperate as Eddie fucked himself into you.
“Eddie! Eddie! Eddie! Fuck! Please!” You didn’t even know what you were asking for but all you could do is plead with him.
“What, baby?” He coos “Am I fucking you too good? Want me to stop?”
“No!” You cry out “Please, please, please don’t stop!”
“That’s right, sweetheart.” He praises “You can take it, can’t you? Taking my cock so fucking well.”
“Eddie, I-I’m close!” You gasp out desperately.
“Yeah?” He purrs “You close? You gonna come on my cock, sweetheart?”
“Please.” You practically sob “Wanna come for you. So bad.”
“Mmm…fuck!” Eddie growls “I’m getting close too, angel. Need to get you there first.”
Without hesitation, Eddie reaches down between you- placing his ring-clad middle finger onto your sensitive bundle of nerves as he roughly plays with your clit, sending you closer to the edge.
“Shit! Oh! Oh! Oh god!” You shout, your orgasm beginning to rip through you “Oh yesss! Fuck, I’m coming! I’m coming!”
“That’s right, angel! Come for me! Fuckin’ give it to me!”
It was the last thing you could hear before your screams began to fill the bedroom, your chest heaving as your orgasm took over your body. Your toes began to curl, your mouth dropping open as you were beginning to see stars. Eddie leans down to press his lips against yours, trying to stifle the sounds of your climax so that your neighbors couldn’t hear you and file a noise complaint with your apartment complex.
“Shit, baby! You’re squeezing me so tight.” Eddie pants, removing his lips from yours “I’m almost there, sweetheart. Almost there.”
He helped you ride out your orgasm, continuing to chase his own as you writhed in pleasure underneath him and Eddie swore that it was the hottest thing he’s ever fucking seen. Not even the horniest, filthiest porn-flick he’s ever watched could top this. This was the real fucking deal. The sexiest thing he’s ever fucking experienced- and it had him tumbling over the edge right after you.
"Fuck! Never felt something so tight! Christ, don't make me pull out. Please."
Without warning, you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in close as you hook your ankles together- holding him there. The action has his eyes practically rolling into the back of his skull. He slams his cock into you mercilessly.
“I’m gonna fucking come, baby! Fuck! Oh fuck!” He buries himself into your cunt so deep that he wanted to fucking live there and never come out. He wanted to fucking marry it. He swore to Christ himself and the heavens above that your pussy was the gold standard- the best he’s ever fucking had. The best he would ever have.
“Baby! Baby! Holy shit!” His voice breaks as Eddie hits his limit “I’m fucking coming!”
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“Eddie, you good, man?”
Dustin looks down at Eddie, standing over him as he shrugged on his jacket to brave the rainstorm that had started shortly into the movie.
“M’fine, Henderson.” Eddie drones, staring straight ahead with the same scowl on his face that he had had the entire movie.
“You sure? ‘Cause you look like you’re gonna kill someone.”
“Henderson, I’m gonna kill you if you don’t stop asking me stupid questions.” Eddie hisses.
“This is about her, isn’t it?” Dustin whispers, glancing towards you on the other side of the room as you stood next to Steve- helping him store leftover pizza in his fridge.
“Is it because she didn’t sit next to you?” Dustin prods, trying to find the source of Eddie’s unhappiness. Eddie just wants him to back off and mind his own business for once instead of worrying about him.
“Don’t you have someone else to bother, Henderson?” Eddie quips “Seriously, go away.”
“Geez.” Dustin rolls his eyes “Just go ahead and be all bitchy towards me because your other lady is blowing you off for Steve.”
Eddie’s eyes immediately snap onto Dustin.
“You noticed it too?” Eddie questions, completely ignoring Dustin’s comment about you being his “other lady” Eddie didn’t even care enough to straighten him out about that. All he cared about was finding out what Dustin knew about you and Steve.
“Yeah, I guess.” Dustin shrugs “I mean, I noticed that she hasn’t spoken to you since she got here. Especially when you two are usually on the end of that couch doing everything but sucking each other’s faces off.”
“Hey, no.” Eddie interjects “First of all, it’s not like that with us.”
“Like what?” Dustin challenges “Like you’re not totally in love with her?”
“Who said I was in love with her, Henderson?”
“You don’t have to.” Dustin replies “You’re more transparent than a sheet of plexiglass. She could ask you to jump off the quarry and you’d already be at the bottom doing the breaststroke.”
“You, Henderson,” Eddie replies, pointing his finger at Dustin “Don’t know what you’re talking about. Did you forget that I have a girlfriend? An amazing, adorable, super sweet girlfriend that loves me.”
“Oh, I remember. I think you are the one who forgets that you have a girlfriend, Eddie.”
And that was the comment that really struck a nerve.
“Excuse me, you little shit-stain?”
“Hey, I’m just saying,” Dustin tries to reason “I don’t know if Chrissy would be very happy if she saw the way that you looked at the girl that’s supposedly you’re best friend.”
“And how exactly do I look at her, hm?” Eddie challenges “Go ahead, do enlighten me.”
“Just forget it, Eddie.” Dustin replies, realizing not that it was a bad idea to even bring it up now that he knew that Eddie would never drop it.
“No, tell me.” Eddie crosses his arms “I’m dying to know. How do I look at her?”
Dustin sighs. He wished he would’ve just kept his mouth shut.
“I said forget it, Eddie.” Dustin sighs “Look, can you give me a ride? It’s raining and I don’t want to bike all the way home.”
“Yeah.” Eddie grumbles, still annoyed but never wanting to let his friends stand out in the cold and the rain “Sure. Whatever. Grab your shit, we’re leaving in five.”
Eddie rises from the couch, turning towards the kitchen to still find you and Steve standing there. Talking. What could the two of you possibly be talking about for so fucking long?
Eddie plucks up the courage to talk to you, approaching you and Steve in the kitchen as you speak in hushed tones. As soon as they see him approaching, the immediately stop talking.
Okay, Eddie thought, that’s totally not fucking weird or anything.
He stands in front of you and Steve, feeling an awkward tension between the three of you.
“Hey, man.” Steve smiles, looking at Eddie as if nothing abnormal was just happening. But it was, right? Or was it all in Eddie’s head?
“Hey.” Eddie clears his throat before turning to look at you “I, uh…me and Henderson are heading out. I came over to see if you wanted a ride home. Y’know, since it’s raining.” And because I always take you home.
“Oh.” You reply as if you’re taken aback. Eddie begins to feel even more suspicious. Since when were you surprised when he offered to take you home? He always dropped you off at your apartment after movie night. Hell, he was the one who drove you around Hawkins whenever there was somewhere you needed to go. Why were you acting so odd about it now?
“Thanks, Eds, but Steve is actually going to take me home.” You continue “But I appreciate you offering.”
You appreciate him offering? Since when did he have to offer, ever? It was an unspoken agreement since basically the dawn of time that he was your ride home. Now you were carpooling it up with Harrington? What…the…fuck?
“Sure, yeah. Cool.” Eddie responds, trying to feign nonchalance. Except it was totally not cool. It was vastly and entirely not cool. “So…I see you’re feeling better. I was thinking that maybe we can, y’know, hang out. I miss having you around.”
“Oh. Really?” You ask, not knowing what to say “I, uh…I’m sorry I haven’t been around. I have a lot going on and stuff.”
“Yeah?” Eddie questions “Do you wanna talk about it, maybe?”
“That’s nice of you to ask, Eddie.” You say “But it’s a little late and I’m kind of not in the mood to talk about it right now.”
Oh, but I’m sure you wanna talk about it with Mr. Perfect with his stupid good hair.
“Sure, yeah.” Eddie nods “I get it.”
“But I’ll call you soon.” You add “Promise.”
“Sure.” Eddie nods.
Liar.
“I’ll….see you around.”
Before you could reply, Eddie had turned on his heels-stomping off to collect Dustin and get the fuck out of there. The sooner that he could be at home in his bedroom and wallowing in his own self-pity, the better.
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“Fuck,” Eddie pants, flopping down onto the mattress beside you as he begins to laugh incredulously “That was…”
Amazing? Spectacular? Fucking sublime? Absolutely mind-blowing? Life-altering? The best thing he’s ever fucking felt in his subpar life?
“Wow.” He breathes “Shit…”
You, on the other hand, lay beside him. Silent. Just thinking. A feeling of immense guilt and regret flooding you. You just fucked Eddie- and you liked it. No, loved it. You loved him. You were in love with him.
“Hey,” Eddie whispers, taking in your lack of response as he rolls over onto his side to face you “You good?” His stomach drops when he notices your lack of euphoric afterglow. Fuck. Shit! You hated it.
No. No, no, no, please god no.
“Yeah.” You mumble “I’m okay. I’m good.”
But you didn’t seem good and that made Eddie begin to spiral.
“Shit! Did I hurt you? Did I do something wrong?” He questions, searching your face for something- anything.
“What?” You ask “No! No, I’m okay. Just….thinking.”
“You hated it…”
“No! No, I didn’t hate it!” You exclaim “It was nice, Eds. I just….I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Look…I’m gonna go take a shower. Maybe that’ll help.”
“Yeah…sure. That’s a good idea. Do you…want me to join you?” Eddie asked hesitantly, hoping that you’d say yes. That he could hold you underneath the warm, running water and get you to finally open up to him about what was going on.
“That’s okay.” You shoot him down, beginning to rise from the mattress as you grab at the bed sheets, covering yourself up self-consciously as you get out of bed. As if Eddie didn’t just see all of you- especially the most intimate parts. “I’m gonna be in and out anyway. You can stay…if you want.” You offer. “It’s late.”
“Yeah,” Eddie mutters “Okay.”
He watches as you grasp the bedsheet around yourself tightly as you walk towards the bathroom that was connected to your bedroom. Before you closed the bathroom door closed, you look over your shoulder at Eddie- who was watching you worriedly.
“Eds,” You say, your voice barely a whisper “It was nice. Really nice.”
Eddie’s heart began to lift even just a little bit. At least he knew that it wasn’t absolutely, tragically terrible for you. It still wasn’t the reaction that he was hoping for. It wasn’t coupled with the heart-felt sweet confession that you maybe loved him just as much as he loved you. But he also knew that would only ever happen in his passionate wet-dream fantasies about you.
Before he could respond, you had already gone into the bathroom- closing the door behind you as you left him naked and vulnerable in your bed. Yearning for you desperately even after just having been inside you, the closest that he’s ever fucking been to you.
Fuck, Eddie thought, this girl is going to kill me.
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You were seated in the passenger seat of Steve’s BMW, fiddling nervously with your seatbelt strap as he drove toward your apartment.
“So, how long have you and Eddie been hooking up? I thought he was dating Chrissy.”
“He is.” You sigh, continuing to explain the complexity of your situation to Steve “And it was only once. On Valentine’s Day.”
“Okay…” Steve replies, trying to follow along “But didn’t he go out to Enzo’s with Chrissy on Valentine’s Day? I just don’t understand how you two ended up having sex. I mean, I’m not, like, judging or anything. Honestly, I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner.”
“What?” You ask, confused by what Steve was saying “What do you mean?”
“Oh, c’mon.” Steve huffs out a laugh “Don’t pretend like you and Munson haven’t had the hots for each other for years.”
“What? No. Me and Eddie have only ever been..you know…platonic.” You argue.
“You’re joking, right?” Steve counters “You do realize you’re literally telling me right now that you and Eddie had sex. Like, sex-sex. As in he stuck his d-“
“I know!” You interject, cutting Steve off before he could say the words “I know what I fucking said, okay?”
“It’s just…you hear how ridiculous that sounds?”
“Look, Steve, I said it was complicated.” You huff.
“Honey, I don’t think it’s as complicated as you think it is. You like Eddie. Eddie more than likes you, trust me. You two hooked up…and now…”
“I’m pregnant.” You state.
“Yeah.” Steve nods, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed “Pregnant.”
“What the fuck do I do?” You groan, throwing your head back against the headrest.
“Are you going to tell him?” Steve asks, looking over at you as he continues to drive.
“No!” You exclaim “Absolutely not! No.”
“Okay.” Steve answers “Well, what are your plans?”
“I, uh…I have an appointment on Monday. At Planned Parenthood. To…you know.” You reveal, your heart pounding as you finally say the words out loud. That you didn’t plan on keeping it.
“Shit, okay.” Steve nods “And you’re sure?”
“Yeah.” You reply “I just…I can’t have a baby, Steve. Especially not Eddie’s. My love-life would be over after that. Nobody’s gonna want to date me when I come attached with a kid.”
“I don’t know,” Steve jokes “Munson seems like he’d totally be into that.”
“Ugh! Can you stop fucking saying shit like that?” You bury your head in your hands “Even if Eddie wasn’t already with Chrissy, he’d skip town and run for the hills if he found out that I was pregnant with his baby.”
“I don’t know about that.” Steve shrugs “I think Eddie would step up. Especially knowing it was you who was having his kid. You know how he is with all that shit with his own dad. I just don’t see him abandoning you.”
“Well, we don’t know that for sure.” You lay out “And we’re sure as hell not going to find out. Which is why I kind of need your help, Steve. Like, really.”
“Yeah.” Steve replies without hesitation “Of course. I’ll be there one-hundred percent. You know that. Just tell me what you need and I’ll be right there next to you.”
Your heart warms at Steve’s admission. You always knew he was a good friend but now you were realizing just how good of a friend he was to you. Supporting you, comforting you, keeping your secret.
“Do you, maybe, think that you could take me? They said that I need someone to drive me. Make sure that I get back home safe after. I could also use the emotional support. Someone to hold my hand in the waiting room before I go in.”
“Of course!” Steve accepts “I’ll be there. For as long as you need me. You don’t have to do this alone.”
You begin to feel the prickliness of oncoming tears in your eyes from Steve’s words. Finally relieved that you had told someone. That someone was by your side and that you didn’t have to do this alone. You use your sleeve to wipe at your tears, trying to control your breathing enough to prevent yourself from sobbing. You sniff, staring into your lap as caught sight of Steve’s hand reach for yours- taking it in his own as he rubbed his thumb against the back of your hand soothingly.
You look over at him, watching as he gave you a sad smile before averting his eyes back onto the dark, stormy road ahead. You were glad that you had asked him to bring you home.
“Thank you, Steve.” You whisper into the silent cab of his car “This means a lot of me. More than you know.”
You lock eyes with him again but he doesn’t say anything back. Just sitting in the silence. He didn’t have to say anything. The way that he squeezed your hand in his let you know that he knew exactly what this meant to you. You didn’t have to say a word.
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You dressed yourself in the bathroom, your hair wet from the shower as you stared at yourself in the mirror. You could barely even make eye-contact with your reflection, guilt eating you from the inside out. All you could think about was Chrissy Cunningham. How you had sex with her boyfriend. How you let Eddie fuck you like some cheap rebound while he had to still be dwelling over the breakup. Were things even over between the two of them? You doubted it, yet you slept with Eddie anyway- and the reality of it made you feel dirty. Now you had to get back into bed and face him.
You braced yourself as you opened the bathroom door, preparing yourself to act normal but as soon as you stepped into the dark bedroom, you realized that you didn’t have to. The bed where Eddie once laid was empty. The pile of clothes that he had left on the side of the bed were gone. He had dressed himself and left without even bothering to say goodbye.
You stood there, dumbstruck.
No, you thought, there’s no way that he could have just left.
There’s no way that he could have just fucked you and walked out like a cheap hook-up. Some regretful one night stand.
You storm out of your bedroom, walking into your living room as you search around for him. Expecting to find him in the kitchen raiding your fridge for a late-night post-sex snack. But no. It was empty. You hurried back into the living room, looking to see that his boots were gone from where he had kicked them off during the movie. Eddie had taken off. Nowhere to be found.
You walk about into your bedroom, filled with disbelief. Checking your nightstand for a note, at least. An explanation on where he went or even why he had left. Nothing. Your blood ran cold. You sink down into your bed, noticing that the covers were pulled back up. You throw yourself back onto the bed in agony, feeling something underneath your back and the sound of crunching in your ears.
You sit back up, reaching to pull the covers back as you find the bouquet of wilted red roses on the side of the bed where his body used to be. Just staring back at you. Left there just for you. Leaving you wondering what they meant. Why he had left them there. Why he wasn’t in their place instead. How you wished it were him. How you wished that he had been laying there waiting for you to get out of the shower and climb in next to him and hold you in his arms and keep you warm and run his fingers through your damp hair. How you wanted him to show you that he didn’t regret this. That he wanted you like how you wanted him. That everything was okay.
Summary: Eddie-isms that I believe would be canon if he were a father
Content Warning: Swearing, allusions to sex, sexual/suggestive comments, etc
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Baby Daddy!Eddie who was made to be a girl-dad. He was scared shitless when you both found out that you were pregnant but he quickly got the hang of things as soon as she was born.
Baby Daddy!Eddie who definitely cried when he held her for the first time. Swaddled in pink as he stared down at her tiny little face.
“She’s so beautiful, baby. We fucking made her. Isn’t that crazy?”
Baby Daddy!Eddie who makes everyone wash their hands before holding the baby.
“Can I hold her?” Robin coos as she looks over at the new baby lovingly as you her cradled in your arms.
“Sure.” You smile, ready to let your friends bond with your new daughter.
“As a privilege of being the fun uncle, I get dibs on holding her first!” Dustin exclaims, raising his hand in the air.
“No one is gonna hold her until you wash your hands.” Eddie interjects protectively “Warm water and extra soap! Scrub for at least twenty seconds. You’re not getting my kid sick with your disgusting germy hands. Especially you, Henderson.”
Baby Daddy!Eddie who tries to stay calm as everyone holds her but is literally a nervous wreck.
“Henderson, support her head!”
“What? I am!”
“…Well, I don’t like the way you’re doing it. Give her back.”
Baby Daddy!Eddie who watches you like a creep as you nurse.
“Eds,” you call out, looking down at your daughter as you try to get her to latch onto your nipple “You’re staring.”
“Well, what do you expect me to do when you’ve got your tits out like that?” He replies incredulously “Hey kid, daddy calls next when you’re done.”
“Eddie!”
“What? There’s enough of you for both the of us.”
Baby Daddy!Eddie who loves being referred to as ‘daddy.’ Both in regard to his new role as a father and…..sexually.
“Look, baby! It’s daddy! Can you say hi to daddy?” You coo, using your newly discovered “mommy” voice.
“Good morning, Princess.” He smiles, leaning in to kiss your daughter on the forehead.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Daddy didn’t forget about you.” He flirts, giving you a wink before he walks off to the kitchen to start breakfast- playfully smacking your ass as he passes by.
It was shit like this that had gotten you pregnant in the first place.
Baby Daddy!Eddie who’s protective of his daughter. Taking several precautions to prevent her from getting hurt, sick, or anything else of the sort.
“Eddie, I just think we need to go over our options here. We’re going to have to enroll her in daycare when I go back to work. I-“
“Nuh-uh. Nope. Absolutely not.”
“I know you don’t like the idea but it’s the only option. Wayne sleeps during the day, you also work…I think it’ll be fine.”
“Fine? You think dropping her off every day at some filthy indoor jungle gym just for her to get chomped on by some little shithead and potentially catch the bubonic plague will be fine?”
“Okay, that’s a little dramatic.”
“For good reason. No daycare. You and the baby are staying home where I know you’ll both be safe.”
“But, Eddie, I can’t not work. I need-“
“What you need to do, baby, is let your man take care of you. It’ll be a little tight financially but we’ll make it work. My job is to provide for you and the princess. Your job, my queen, is to take care of my kid….and potentially give me more. Which, by the way, you’ve been slacking on.” He jokes.
“Eddie, we just had a baby six months ago.” You snort
“And we’re already three months behind on cooking up a second one. We’ve got some major catching up to do.”
Baby Daddy!Eddie who’s tells you that he’s joking about having another baby so soon but he’s not.
Baby Daddy!Eddie who loses his fucking mind when your daughter says her first words.
“Holy shit! Babe, come here! Babe!!”
“What? What’s wrong?” You ask, breathless as you run to see what was going on.
“She’s talking!” Eddie exclaims “Listen. Hey princess, who am I? Can you say ‘dada?”
Your daughter just gurgles, smiling up at her dad as he tries to coach her into saying it.
“C’mon you little gremlin, I know you can do it. Da…da. Dada.”
But more gurgling ensues.
“Look, I swear she just said it! She’s playing mind-games, babe. It’s weaponized incompetence. Or gaslighting. Whatever those fucking therapy terms are!”
“Eddie, she’s six months old.”
“And she’s already got her manipulation tactics mastered! It only gets more advanced from here. If she gets any smarter, we’re fucked!”
“Fu…fu”
Eddie looks down at his daughter with wide eyes “Uh-oh.”
“Way to go, Eddie. Our daughter’s first word is going to be a cuss word. Nice.”
“Shit. Sorry!”
Baby Daddy!Eddie who doesn’t let being a dad stop him from doing things or hanging out with his friends. If he’s got something planned, he’ll bring her along.
“And you approach a heavily-vined door. It casts a faint green glow and cannot be opened without a key, which, you do not have. You can either try to open it with a spell that you can only cast once or you can try to smash it open with a warhammer. What do you choose, Dustin the Bard?”
“Um….fuck…”
“Language, Henderson. I’m already on thin ice with the Divine Ruler at home. If the Princess of Destruction here learns one more swear word, it’s my ass, okay?”
Eddie looks over at his daughter who was sitting contentedly in her high chair with a snack and Dustin’s dwarf bard miniature that she refused to let go of.
“Alright…um…I choose to cast a spell.”
Your daughter then blows a raspberry before giggling.
“I know, right?” Eddie replies, shaking his head “Of course Uncle Dusty would waste a perfectly good spell on a door. Fucking stupid idea.”
Your daughter giggles, waving a Cheeto Puff in her tiny hand.
“Dada!” She babbles, stretching her Cheeto hand out to Eddie who goes gooey at the sight, leaning over to let his munchkin pop the snack into his open mouth.
“Mmm delicious. Even though that one was a little soggy. I appreciate you sharing though, sweetheart.” He says, stroking his daughter’s chubby cheek with the pad of his thumb “Alright, let’s wrap this up. It’s almost Mini Ruler’s bedtime and we still have to do a bath tonight.”
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I hope you guys enjoyed this little snippet of what I think Eddie would be like as a dad. I had fun writing this and will do more if you guys want me to 💕
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