description: when johnny storm falls in love, he is completely insatiable for his woman
pairing: johnny storm x female!reader
warnings: swearing, smut (p in v; both protected and unprotected, oral - f receiving, johnny using his powers for sexual purposes, mentions of breeding but not full on breeding kink type shit, praise), use of y/n
masterlist (one, two, three)
The first time Johnny laid his eyes on her was at an event in the Baxter Building. He usually hated those things. All the official business people, talking official business things with Reed and Sue, usually. If it wasn't business talk, it was non-stop compliments and fawning over them as a team. It was boring, and Johnny felt like these things dragged on far too long. He wished he could escape to his room and avoid all of it, but Reed always insisted on the team showing up and being there together. So, Johnny stayed and he endured.
But this time, it wasn't as hard to endure, because he had spotted her. She was across the room at the bar, wearing a deep blue satin dress that complimented her figure nicely. He had completely tuned out whatever was being said to him by the congressman in front of him, his whole attention on her as she raised her glass to her lipstick painted lips. It didn't take her long to feel his eyes on her, and soon enough she was holding his gaze. A small smirk spread across her lips as she took another sip of her drink. It was enough to spur Johnny on to go talk to her.
"Johnny Storm," she said as he approached her. "I must be very special to have you coming to speak to me."
"Very special," Johnny said. "And very much not hounding me for my attention so you can blow smoke up my ass."
"What, the big superhero doesn't like being fawn over?"
"Oh, I love to be fawned over. It happens every time I fly out of here, and I welcome it wholeheartedly. But what's happening here is corporate fawning, which is much less fun because it's always just a way to get something."
"And you assume I'm not trying to get something from you with my fawning?"
She batted her eyelashes at him as she took one last mouthful of her drink. A smirk slowly spread across Johnny's face.
Next thing either of them knew, Johnny had her bent over a bathroom sink, his pants pulled down to his knees and her dress hiked up around her hips. The attempts to stay quiet had been long abandoned as she cried out in pleasure with every sharp thrust of Johnny's hips. Johnny watched her face contort in pleasure through the mirror, that red lipstick now messy and smudged over her lips and mascara running down her cheeks.
Johnny was no stranger to hook ups. He had had his fair share of girlfriends, and he definitely wanted a steady relationship, but also he wasn't going to turn down the offer for casual sex either. And, at first, that's all either of them expected this to be. But as Johnny was disposing of the condom and they were both straightening their clothes, he found himself not wanting the moment to end. He watched as she used a wet paper towel to fix her makeup and realized even with her messed up makeup and flushed cheeks, that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
Before he could stop himself, Johnny found himself asking, "Do you want to go out sometime?"
She met his eyes through the mirror. A playful smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "That's not usually how these things end."
Johnny chuckled. "Yeah, not for me, either. But I'm not sure I'd be able to stop thinking about you if we ended things here."
She turned to face him, flashing him a genuine smile that lit up her face. "I haven't even told you my name."
Johnny hadn't realized that. They were so caught up in their flirting and what followed that he forgot to ask her for her name. "Well, what is your name, then?"
"(Y/N)."
"Okay. (Y/N), can I take you out on a date?"
(Y/N) nodded. "I'd love to go on a date with you, Johnny Storm."
~~~~~~
From that day, Johnny was absolutely smitten. When he wasn't doing official Fantastic Four things, he was spending all his time with (Y/N). He'd take her out, have her over to the Baxter Building, spend time at her place. They spent more nights together than they spent apart. Ben liked to tease Johnny that they were in the honeymoon phase and it wouldn't last, but Johnny brushed it off. He couldn't imagine not feeling this way about (Y/N).
Sue was happy for her baby brother, and she loved (Y/N). The first time they had met was actually a total accident. Johnny had brought (Y/N) over to the Baxter Building, thinking it was empty. They were barley out of the elevator when Johnny was on (Y/N), kissing her deeply and passionately. He backed her into the main living space, guiding her to the couch as his hands slipped under her shirt.
"What if someone comes home?" she asked, although her hands were making work of his pants as she asked.
"We'll know once they enter the lobby," Johnny responded. "We'll have plenty of time to wrap up by the time they get up here."
(Y/N) giggled as Johnny lifted her into his arms. They started kissing again, about to start taking each other's clothes off, when Sue's voice said, "Hello Johnny."
Johnny not only pulled away from the kiss, but also dropped (Y/N) in shock. Luckily, they were stood next to the couch, so she landed on the soft cushion instead of on the hard floor. Both of them looked over to the kitchen to see Sue stood there, a baby bottle in her hand and a playful smirk on her face. (Y/N) wanted to be swallowed whole by the couch. She wondered if running out of the room would be more embarrassing than the situation Sue had just caught them in. Johnny's embarrassment was making his whole body so hot that he was afraid he might burst into flames at any moment.
"Sue!" he said. "I - uh - I thought you and Reed were supposed to be out."
"Franklin has a fever, so I stayed home with him," Sue explained. She stepped out of the kitchen to approach the two lovers. She gave her little brother a look before saying, "Are you going to introduce me to the woman who has stolen my baby brother's heart?"
Johnny muttered a quick introduction. (Y/N) stood from the couch to shake Sue's hand. Sue smiled at her and greeted her warmly. (Y/N) wasn't sure if Sue's genuine kindness made her less embarrassed for getting caught, or more embarrassed. Sue turned back to Johnny, who looked like a child who knew he was about to get scolded. Sue put her hand on Johnny's shoulder and said, "Bring her to family dinner so we can meet her properly. And don't have sex on the furniture where my son sits, or else I will extinguish you while you're mid air."
As she walked away, both Johnny and (Y/N) heard her chuckling to herself. They shared a look before the two of them burst into laughter. (Y/N) buried her head in her hands, groaning between her fits of laughter. Johnny pulled her into his arms and removed her hands so he could kiss her.
"Should we move this to the bedroom?" he asked.
(Y/N) gave him a shocked look. "You're still in the mood after your sister caught us?" Johnny simply shrugged in response. (Y/N) was shaking her head at him, but she was giggling. "You are insatiable."
The family dinner went very well, despite (Y/N)'s extreme nerves. It was already a big deal to be meeting Johnny's family, but that family being New York's most powerful superhero team made it even more nerve wracking. But she got along with everyone, and they all loved her. Even Franklin was trying to crawl into her lap by the end of the night. Before taking Franklin off to bed, Sue went up to Johnny to tell him, "She's incredible. I'm glad you found a good woman, Johnny."
After humoring Ben's teasing another hour, Johnny finally excused himself and (Y/N), and brought her to his room. (Y/N) started shedding off her nice clothes and washed the makeup from her face.
"I think that went really well," she said. "I like your family. They're really nice."
"They like you, too," Johnny said as he came up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing himself against her half naked body. His warmth radiated off of him, igniting her body with just his proximity. He started kissing her bare shoulder, leaving a trail along her shoulder and up her neck. "You know," he said between kisses. "I never did get dessert tonight."
"That's a shame," she said. As Johnny's lips reached her cheek, she turned her head so their lips met. "We should fix that."
Johnny had (Y/N) swept into his arms and thrown onto the bed the moment the words were out of her mouth. She let out a yelp in surprise followed by a series of giggles. Johnny made quick work of removing the only article of clothing she had left - her panties. Usually, Johnny liked to tease (Y/N). He loved to kiss every inch of her body except where she wanted it most, just to hear her whimper and see her squirm. But tonight, he had no intentions of taking his time. Something about watching (Y/N) getting along with his family made him feel two things: overwhelmingly in love and slightly turned on. Watching her with Franklin especially had Johnny dreaming of a future where they had their own children running around, which had him waiting the agonizingly long time till he could get her alone.
So now, instead of teasing, he immediately dove into her pussy. He started at a ruthless pace from the start, lapping at er clit as if he were actually a starving man. (Y/N) fisted the bedsheets with one hand and grabbed Johnny's hair with the other. He moaned as she pulled on his hair, mostly an accident as she was just gripping whatever she could get her hands on, but Johnny loved it. He knew it meant he was doing a good job, and it made his dick twitch in his pants.
(Y/N) gasped as Johnny moved his tongue down to her opening. She bit her lip to keep from making any noise as Johnny's tongue dove in and out of her. Her hips started to buck up, trying to meet the thrusts of his tongue. Johnny put an arm over her stomach, pining her down to the bed and leaving her to just squirm beneath him. He moved his other hand to press a thumb against her clit. He started to rub slow circles against the bundle of nerves, heating his thumb just enough for another gasp to slip past her lips. He smirked to himself as quiet moans and whines began tumbling from her mouth. Usually he would push her until she was crying out in pleasure and chanting his name like a prayer, but he had some self restraint considering his family were in the rooms around them, and while the Baxter Building walls muffled most noise, they weren't completely soundproof.
Before she knew it, (Y/N) was shuttering as her orgasm ripped through her. She clamped her mouth shut to keep from making any noises, but her whines were still audible enough to egg Johnny on. He kept lapping at her dripping pussy as she continued to convulse. He only stopped when she had to push him off due to overstimulation. Johnny propped himself up so he could gaze lovingly down at her. Her face was flushed and eyes heavy. Her limbs were spread out on the bed, unable to move as they felt like jelly. Johnny smiled at her, his lips glistening with her slick. She managed to reach for him, pulling him down for a kiss. He slipped his tongue past her lips, letting her taste herself on him.
When her hands reached for his pants, he stopped her. She pulled away from the kiss to look at him in confusion. "I want to return the favor."
He shook his head. "You don't have to tonight. I wanted to do that for you, and I got what I wanted from it."
His hard on was evident through his pants, but he insisted he didn't want (Y/N) to return the favor. He settled into bed next to her, pulling the covers over them and pulling her into him.
Another thing Johnny learned about himself was that when he was in love, he was insatiable.
When she wasn't around, Johnny found himself thinking about (Y/N), which would always turn into fantasizing about her. He found it increasingly difficult to focus on missions when he knew he had the most beautiful woman in the world waiting back at home for him. And when they were together, Johnny just could not get enough of her. He'd always have his hands on her, whether it was as innocent as holding her hand, or something naught enough to kickstart his ulterior motives. He loved to start and end every day by getting her off, and maybe get lucky at least once in between those times.
Obviously, he kept things as PG as possible in front of his family. He'd put his arm around her and kiss her cheek at most, while wishing for the moment he could whisk her away to do what he really wanted. Of course, Ben was always quick to playfully tease Johnny about his relationship. His favorite joke was to tell them to, "Get a room" for the smallest things. Like the day (Y/N) was baking with HERBIE, while Johnny and Ben were watching TV on the couch. Well, Ben was watching TV. Johnny was lovingly watching his girlfriend as she moved around the kitchen and interacted with the little robot.
"Get a room," Ben muttered as he raised his beer to this lips.
"I'm literally just looking at her," Johnny said.
"You're fucking her with your eyes," Ben corrected. "And I feel violated just watching it happen."
"Hey man, listen, I get it. You're jealous I have a hot girlfriend. I would be too. But you just have to get out there and find yourself a hot girlfriend, too."
Ben gave Johnny a look before muttering, "I hate in love Johnny. He's more annoying than playboy wannabe Johnny."
"Who's a playboy?" (Y/N) asked as she brought a plate of cookies fresh from the oven to the two men.
"No one," Johnny quickly responded. "I was just telling Ben how he needs to get himself a girlfriend cause he seems very lonely."
"Johnny, leave Ben alone," she said. "You know you'd be lost if he went and got a girlfriend and left you all by yourself."
Ben chuckled and reached for a cookie. "I like her. If you mess this up, we're keeping her over you, I hope you know that."
Johnny wanted to glare at Ben, but he was too busy smiling at (Y/N).
That night, they had opted to stay the night in (Y/N)'s apartment. She spent such little time here these days that she may as well just completely move into the Baxter Building, but neither of them were sure if it was too soon to take that step or not just yet. And besides, it was nice to have somewhere to go where they could be completely alone.
(Y/N) was sat up in her bed reading while Johnny was getting ready for bed. He peaked into her room while he was brushing his teeth. The sight of her in just a night dress, the hem hiked up just enough that her panties were nearly peaking out, was giving him thoughts that he knew he should put a stop to. Aside from the fact that it was late, they had already had sex the moment they had gotten to her apartment. But his dick was already swelling in his boxers, and there was no way to hide the outline of his bulge. In fact, when he walked into the room and (Y/N) looked up from her book, her eyes immediately went to his very obvious boner.
"Again?" she asked with a laugh. "Do you ever run out of stamina?"
"I think we've already established I don't," he responded. "Can you really blame me when I have a smoking hot girlfriend sitting here, looking all beautiful and having her thighs exposed? You're driving me crazy, baby."
(Y/N) shook her head, although she was smiling, and put her book aside. "You are insatiable, Johnny Storm."
"I hear that a lot," he said. "We don't have to if you're not feeling up for it."
"I know, but then you said all those nice things about me and now I'm all horny again." She gestured for him to join her in bed. "Come fuck me senseless one more time, baby."
Johnny didn't have to be told twice. He was on the bed quickly, immediately attaching his lips to (Y/N)'s. Through the messy kiss, they were able to shed (Y/N) of her night dress and panties, and Johnny of his boxers. Johnny gently laid her back on the bed, pressing their naked bodies together. He could already feel the slick forming between her legs and his dick was throbbing to be inside of her again.
"Can we try something?" he asked between kisses.
"Like what?"
"Like...like maybe doing it without protection this time."
(Y/N) pulled away to look at Johnny. He couldn't read her expression, which caused his heart to thud in panic. Maybe it was too soon to ask that question. They had always used protection when they had sex, even after (Y/N) told him she was on birth control and they both had gotten STI tests done once it was obvious this relationship was getting serious. It just made more sense to be extra careful since they were so early in their relationship, and with Johnny being a superhero and everything and the unknown of what that could possibly do to a child.
"We don't have to," he quickly added. "I know we haven't even been together a year yet, but I keep seeing you with Franklin and it's been putting these ideas in my head of us having our own kids and being a family. I'm not saying I want that to happen right away or anything, but...but would it be so bad if it did?"
(Y/N) took Johnny's face in her hands and pulled him down to kiss her again. She broke away just long enough to tell him, "Fuck a baby into me, Johnny Storm."
Johnny could've swore his heart broke free from his chest in that moment. It no longer belonged to him, it belonged to her. He kissed her so passionately it made his head spin.
The first feeling of her warm, soft walls gripping his cock had him ready to cum on the spot. He had to take his time easing himself into her, feeling every inch of her against him. She gasped at the sensation of his naked cock against her walls. Johnny rested his forehead against hers, his eyes shut as he tried to keep himself from finishing too fast. But (Y/N) just felt too good. It was taking everything in his power to not just fuck into her until he came, and then to stay there until he got hard again so he could do it over and over and over.
Johnny whispered praises in (Y/N)'s ear as he continued to slowly thrust into her. Her moans and whimpers sounded like music to his ears. She was gripping him so tightly that Johnny wasn't sure how he was ever going to pull out of her. She felt like she was made just for him and his cock.
"You're doing so well," he said as he placed a kiss on her forehead. "Taking me so well, baby."
"F-Fuck J-Johnny," she moaned. "God, I might be close already."
She gasped as she felt a warming sensation between her legs. Her confession made Johnny's entire body heat up involuntarily, and the feeling of his hard cock radiating heat caused a new sensation that completely pushed (Y/N) over the edge. She barley had time to warn Johnny before she was crying out his name, her walls gripping his cock as waves of pleasure washed over her. It was enough to send Johnny over the edge as well, thrusting into her one more time before coating her walls with his cum.
They lay tangled together for a while afterwards. They were both trying to catch their breaths, as well as trying to come to terms with the fact that eventually Johnny would have to pull out of her. Johnny kissed every inch of skin he could reach, going from one shoulder, over he collarbone, to the next shoulder, all over her neck, before reaching her face. (Y/N) giggled as Johnny kissed over her chin, her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, and finally placing one last sweet kiss on her lips. He felt himself starting to soften, and reluctantly he pulled out. (Y/N) whimpered at the sudden emptiness. She could feel Johnny's cum starting to drip out of her, and something about it almost turned her on again.
Johnny helped her up and to the bathroom so both of them could clean up. Once they were back in bed, (Y/N) had her head on his chest. Her eyelids were starting to droop, exhaustion taking over her body. Before she completely passed out, she mumbled a soft, "I love you."
summary: in the late night, post-concert rush, you and your best friend share more than just secrets in the dark...
wc: 6.7k
tw:Â best friends to lovers, loss of virginity (both m and f), explicit smut, p in v protected, eddie eats pussy because of course he does, hand jobs, mentions of bullying, tiny miscommunication, eddie has the nerdiest dirty talk but it works, very retro us of the word porno, sex toy mention, masturbation, fluff fluff fluff,
love notes: hi my munson loving babes, i'm back with another nerdy dirty talk filled oneshot! i wrote this the other day and never posted it. its from combining a couple of older drink order requests that were similar:
i'm a decrepit old lady (lol), so it's been a long time since i've been a virgin, so i hope i did this justice. it's definitely full of fluff and awkwardness
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The motel room you guys could afford was exactly how you'd imagined it would be. Expensive enough to not be infested, but cheap enough that the sheets felt like tissue paper.Â
Indianapolis had been loud. Loud enough that your ears still rang a little.
Your concert ticket was crumpled on the nightstand next to Eddieâs rings and a couple stray guitar picks heâd emptied from his pocket. Evidence of the night scattered everywhere. A denim jacket tossed over the back of the chair. Your boots kicked off near the door. Two plastic cups from the gas station down the road sweating onto the dresser.
The bed itself was small. Technically speaking, it was a full, but the mattress dipped badly in the middle, which meant there had never really been a question about whether youâd end up sharing space.
Eddie lay on his back beside you, one arm tucked under his head, the other resting loosely across his stomach. His hair was still a little wild from the humidity outside the venue, curls spreading over the faded motel pillow.
âYouâre still smiling,â he said into the dim room.
âI am not.â
âYou are,â he insisted, turning his head toward you. âYouâve been smiling since the encore.â
You rolled onto your side to face him, the thin motel blanket shifting between you. âThat was a good encore.â
Eddie huffed a soft laugh. âIt was an amazing encore.â
For a moment neither of you spoke. The muffled sound of a car passing on the highway filled the silence, headlights briefly sweeping across the ceiling through the gap in the curtains.
You became very aware of how close he was.
Close enough that you could see the faint crease between his brows when he squinted at you. Close enough that if either of you moved even a little, your knees would bump under the blanket.
âYou know,â Eddie said after a second, voice quieter now, âmost people after a concert like that would be out cold.â
âAnd miss the post-show analysis?â you said. âNever.â
âThis is why youâre my favorute,â he murmured.
But he didnât look away.
The quiet stretched between you, the small motel room seemed to shrink around the bed, until it felt like the rest of the world had slipped somewhere down the highway and left the two of you stranded in the middle of it.
"Well," you finally broke the silence. "As much as I hate that Gareth fractured his ankle, there would have been no way we'd all be able to sleep in this motel room together. So I guess it worked out money wise."
It was supposed to be the three of you on this little weekend road trip, but Gareth had gotten drunk and hopped on a picnic table one too many times before the show and had spent the evening in an emergency room getting a cast. You and Eddie had still gone.
"Yeah well, I came close to getting my own bones broken when he fell on top of me the second time." Eddie rolled his eyes with a huff of laughter.Â
"Almost had to go all by myself and deal with my metal-induced euphoria alone."
"Perish the thought," Eddie said, a smile touching his lips. "I'm a vital part of your euphoria management system."
You watched the slow way he blinked, the way his lashes swept down against his cheek.Â
"Eddie," you said, and you didn't know what you were going to say after that, only that you were going to say something.
But he was already moving, shifting onto his side too, facing you fully. The motion sent the mattress dipping again, bringing you even closer. The worn denim of your jeans brushed against the worn denim of his.
âYeah?â he breathed out.
You opened your mouth to speak but pushed the thought aside and instead blurted out:
"I don't have pajamas."Â
He gave you a confused look at the weird way you said it but then nodded slowly.
"Me neither."
You shifted your legs a bit, pulling your knees up closer to your body.
"I don't want to sleep in my jeans."Â
"Yeah, I wasn't planning on that either."Â
You raise an eyebrow and he goes on. "So...we could sleep in our underwear. I could look away for a second so you can get under the covers first.Â
You think about the black thong you have on.
"Eddie?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm not really wearing underwear underwear."
"Uh... what?" He looked lost.
You took a breath.
"I'm wearing a thong."
He didn't say anything at all. Just kind of stared at you like you'd just announced you could fly. Then a slow flush started creeping up his neck.
"Oh," he managed after a solid ten seconds of silence.
"I could use my shirt to cover the top half. But still..." you trailed off. "My ass would be out."Â
"Yeah... I uh, know how a thong works," he managed.
You just blinked at him. You hadn't meant for the conversation to go in this direction but now it was here and you didn't know how to get it back.
He swallowed, and you watched the movement of his throat in the dim light.
"Okay," he said, after a beat that felt longer than the entire opening act. "I mean, I'm not going to make you sleep in your jeans. That's a special kind of torture. So we can... you know. Do the underwear thing. I'll face the wall. And I swear on all my Judas Priest records I won't turn around."
You searched his face, the earnestness you found there making your chest feel tight.
"Right. Okay."Â
You each get up from your respective sides and undress. Eddie kept true to his word, but you still felt the heat of knowing he was just a few feet away.
You slip under the thin covers and wait.
"Okay, done. You're good."
He turned around and got in. His briefs were black too, and hung low on his hips. He had also taken his makeshift tank top off and was only in his boxers.
"You're shirtless." You say as he pauses, halfway into the bed.Â
"Uh... yeah? I don't usually wear a shirt to bed..." He trails off like he's just realized what you'd said. "Is that... is that okay?"
You just nodded.
He slid the rest of the way in and pulled the covers up.
There was a lot less space between you now. You could feel the warmth radiating off his skin, could see the way the dim light caught the tattoos scattered across his chest.
"You've seen me shirtless before, sweetheart. It's not some revolutionary event," he said, a note of humor in his voice.
"I've never been in a bed with you while you were shirtless. Different experience entirely."
"Right," he said, and then softer, "Well I've never been in bed with a girl and her ass cheeks were out, so I think we're even."Â
"I told you not to look!" You shrieked, hitting him with a pillow.
"Hey! I said I didn't!" he laughed, raising his hands in surrender. "I'm a virgin not a monk, I can visualize what a thong entails."Â
He says it so casually that you almost don't catch it.Â
"...What?"Â
"Okay..." he tries to backtrack. "I don't mean I'm visualizing your ass in the thong. Just an ass. Like a generic woman ass in--"Â
"You're a virgin?" You cut him off.
The pillow fell from your grasp as you stared at him.
His whole body went tense.
The laugh had vanished from his face. He looked away from you, staring at the water-stained patch on the ceiling. He swallowed hard enough that you could see the muscles in his throat work.
"Uh... yeah." It comes out as a resigned whisper almost. Like, for once, he has nothing in his wordsmith arsenal to deflect.
You were too quiet.
And then your face did a weird thing that you couldn't quite control. Your eyebrows shot up and your lips parted and it wasn't bad. It wasn't mocking or judgmental.
It was just... shocked.
"Really?"
And for some reason, the simple, unadorned disbelief in your voice seemed to be exactly the wrong thing to say.
"Jesus, what, is that so hard to believe?" The words came out sharp, stung. He pushed himself up on one elbow, creating a sudden, unwelcome distance between you. "The freak, the dungeon master, the guy who sells drugs to kids isn't exactly a girl's fantasy. Don't tell me you're surprised."
"No! Eddie that's not what I meant at all!" You quickly try to sit up, while still keeping covered as well, but the blanket bunches weirdly around your waist and you feel even more exposed than before. "It's just... you're so..."
"So what?" He was genuinely agitated now, the vulnerable admission curdling into something defensive and angry.
"So... confident," you finished quietly. "You're always so... loud. And you command a room. And you're funny. And... I don't know. I just assumed..."
He stared at you, his chest rising and falling a little too fast. The anger seemed to drain out of him as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by a deep-seated exhaustion.
"Being able to work a room doesn't mean you know what the hell to do when you're alone in a dark one with someone," he said, the words barely audible.
Silence crashed back into the room. This was heavier, weighted with things unsaid. You reached out, your fingers hovering just above the space between you, unsure if touching him would make it better or worse.
"And, let's be honest, if a girl is alone with me in a dark room, she's more likely to piss herself with the worry I'm going to sacrifice her to Satan, than be wet in any other way."
You scrunch your nose up at his verbiage.Â
"Okay, one: ew. Two? Not true. Three?" You took a breath, deciding to throw caution to the wind. "I'm alone with you in a dark room. Piss free."
He blinked. "Thats different. You're not like, a girl."Â
It was, in fact, now his turn to say the exact wrong thing. The tension that had just begun to dissolve returned twofold.
Your jaw set. "Right. I'm not. My mistake."
He scrambled, his words tripping over each other. "No, that's not what I-- Fuck. I mean, you're you. You're my friend. It's not... it's not like that. It's safe."
"Wow. Safe. That's every girl's dream. To be the safe, unfuckable friend."
You flopped back onto the pillow, turning your back to him with a huff. You pulled the blanket up to your chin, a thin, flimsy shield. You could feel the heat of anger and embarrassment prickling at your skin.
"Woah, woah, that's not what I meant either! I'm just... bad at this," he pleaded, his voice a strained whisper. The mattress shifted as he moved closer, a careful, hesitant movement. You could feel the warmth of his hand hovering over your shoulder, not quite touching. "I've never talked about this before. I mean, you know damn well none of the Hellfire guys are getting any. And I'm pretty sure they think I'm some kind of dark lord of getting laid. It's just... a lie. A story I tell. It's easier than the truth."
You stayed silent, staring at the ugly floral pattern on the wall. You could hear his breathing, ragged and uneven.
"And you're not... you're not unfuckable," he said, the words so quiet you almost had to strain to hear them. "You're... very fucka- I mean, you're... you know. You're great."
The clumsy, earnest correction almost made you smile. Almost.
"Look at me," he murmured. "Please?"
Slowly, you rolled back over.
His face was a mess of conflicting emotions in the dim light. The defensive sneer was gone, replaced by something more vulnerable.
"'Great' is what a teacher puts on your paper when you get a B+." You say, your voice small.
He let out a shaky breath, a sound that was half-laugh, half-despair. "Okay. You're right. You're not 'great' like a B+." He searched for the right words, his gaze flicking between your eyes. "You're... you're the solo in 'Master of Puppets'. You're the part of a song that's so good it makes you pull the car over. You're... the kind of thing that makes a guy want to learn guitar in the first place."
Your breath caught. That was not what you were expecting.
"Eddie..."
"No, I mean it," he pushed on, a desperate urgency in his tone now. "And being around you is... it's easy. Too easy. And then I get in my head about it. About saying the wrong thing. About being a disappointment. So I deflect. I make stupid jokes. I turn myself into the D&D nerd or the Satanist freak or--"Â
"I'm a virgin too." The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them, a quiet confession that hung in the air between you.
The torrent of words from Eddie stopped. His jaw went slack. He stared at you, wide-eyed, as if you'd just confessed to being a secret agent.
"What?" he finally managed to breathe out. "I thought you lost it to that guy from the photography club."
"Tyler?" You couldn't help the small, humorless laugh that escaped. "No. We went on, like, three dates. He tried to stick his tongue down my throat in the back of the movie theater and then practically begged for a handjob in the parking lot. It was... underwhelming."
Eddie was still just staring, processing.
"Shit. Well, now I can tell you that I really hated that guy. For more reasons than just his terrible haircut."
A real smile finally touched your lips at that. "His haircut was pretty bad."
The silence that followed was different. It wasn't heavy or awkward. It was... quiet. A shared space.
"I didn't tell you because I was embarrassed," you admitted, your gaze fixed on a loose thread on the pillowcase. "I figured you like... I don't know, banged girls in your van after shows or something. I felt... left behind. Like everyone was growing up and doing all this stuff and I was just... still me."
"Sweetheart," he said, his voice soft. "I'm far from the van-banging king. I'm the guy who is currently panicking because he's shirtless in a bed with a girl in a thong and doesn't know the social protocol for what to do with his hands."
"So you admit I'm a girl now?" you teased, a glimmer of your usual self returning.
His eyes softened, and a slow, genuine smile spread across his face. It was the kind of smile that reached his eyes, crinkling the corners. "I've unfortunately been way too aware of that distinction for a while now."
"Unfortunately?" You raise a playful eyebrow.
"Because it was a lot easier to think of you as just... you. My friend. My partner in crime. The person I could talk to about whether Kirk Hammett was a better guitarist than Slash without getting a blank stare. Thinking of you as a girl? A girl I'm in bed with? That's... terrifying."
You feel a warmth spread through your chest that has nothing to do with the flimsy blanket. "Why terrifying?"
"Because I'm bad at this!" he exclaimed, gesturing vaguely between you. "This entire conversation is a testament to that! I say 'safe' and you hear 'unfuckable.' I say 'girl' and I sound like a caveman. The margin for error here is huge. And the thought of messing this up... with you..." He trailed off, shaking his head.
"Messing what up?" you whispered.
His gaze dropped from your eyes to your lips, and back again. The room suddenly felt a thousand degrees hotter. He swallowed, and the motion was so deliberate, so loaded with unspoken meaning, it made your breath hitch.
"You know what. Don't make me say it," he murmured, his voice raspy.
He was so close now. The dip in the mattress had eliminated all but the slimmest of gaps between you. You could feel the warmth of his breath on your cheek.
"I think I want you to say it," you breathed back.Â
"Not going to." His smile was back, but it was different now. Shyer. More hesitant. But no less real. "I've said enough stupid things for one night."
Instead of explaining more, he started to lean in.
Slowly. Giving you every opportunity to pull away, to turn back to the wall, to put a stop to it.
But you didn't stop it.Â
Not when his hand came up to cradle your face.Â
Not when he used his thumb to gently trace your jawline, the rough callus on his finger a pleasant rasp against your skin.
Not when he finally, finally closed the last remaining distance between you and his lips met yours.
It wasn't a perfect kiss. It was a little clumsy at first, a misalignment of angles that ended in a soft, wet press against the corner of your mouth.
You giggled a little, ready to say something cheeky, but he didn't give you the chance. He tilted his head and tried again.
And the second one was perfect.
It was soft and tentative, the taste of a gas station slushie. The sigh he let out against your lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated relief, settled right in your core.Â
His hand slid from your jaw to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair. The kiss deepened, a slow, gentle exploration that sent shivers down your spine.
You found your own courage then, your hand coming up to rest on the warm skin of his chest. He let out a soft hum of encouragement, and you let your fingers trail over the lines of his tattoos, the dark ink a stark contrast to his skin.
"Touch all you want." He murmurs against your lips before pressing another quick kiss to your lips and pulling back just enough to look at you.
His eyes were dark in the dim light, pupils blown wide. He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm that matched your own.
"Okay." You say quietly, letting your hand wander.
"Okay," he repeated, a dazed sort of smile on his face. "Okay."
He was still looking at you, a deep searching look that seemed to be trying to memorize every detail of your face.
"You're staring."
"Can't help it," he murmured, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. Your hands are all over him now, touching anything they can reach. His shoulders, his biceps, the small of his back. And he was doing the same. His hands were everywhere, tracing the curve of your spine, the dip of your waist, the soft skin of your thighs above the line of the thong.
He froze for a second when his fingers brushed against the string of your underwear.
You hold back a small laugh as your hand travels to grab his ass a little, the soft cotton of his briefs giving way to the firm muscle beneath.
"Hey!" He yelped, jumping a little.
"You said I could touch all I wanted." You say with a sly grin. "Don't be shy."
He stared at you for a second before a slow grin spread across his face. "Yeah, okay. Fair's fair."
His hands grew bolder then, sliding down to cup the fat of your ass, pulling you flush against him. The thin fabric of your thong and his briefs was the only thing separating you.
He kisses you harder this time, a hungry, desperate kiss that stole the air from your lungs. His hips rocked against yours, a slow, deliberate friction that had you gasping into his mouth.
He was hard. You could feel him.Â
"Eddie," you breathed out, his name a plea on your lips.
"That okay?" His voice soft as his lips travel over your jaw and down your neck. "How I'm touching you?"
You could only nod, words failing you. He seemed to take that as an invitation to continue. He nipped at the sensitive skin of your throat, making you whimper. His hands were still on your ass, kneading the flesh, pulling you closer as he rolls his hips against yours.
You were the one to reach for the hem of your shirt.
He pulls away, breathless.
"Wait. You sure?" He's searching your face again, looking for any sign of hesitation. "You don't have to."
You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks. "Do you... not want to see me?" The words were small, laced with an insecurity you hated.
He looked like you'd just slapped him.
"No! God, no." He shook his head, a look of pure panic on his face. "That's not... I mean, I do. I really, really do. I just... I don't want you to think you have to. Because of... all this."
He gestures to his erection and then to the two of you in the bed. "He's kind of an idiot, and he has terrible ideas about timing."
"I kinda like his timing." You said, your hands back on his chest. "And I want to." You slowly lift the shirt over your head and toss it onto the floor with your jeans.
Eddie went completely still, his eyes wide, fixed on your chest.
"I knew you didn't wear a bra. I could tell," he said, his voice a hoarse whisper. "When you were jumping during the concert."
"Really?" You couldn't help but feel a little pleased.
"Oh yeah." He reached out a hesitant hand, like he was afraid you might disappear. "I was trying very hard to be a gentleman and not stare. But I failed. Miserably."
You let out a soft laugh as his fingers finally made contact, tracing the curve of your breast. His thumb was quick to find your nipple, brushing over it in a way that sent a jolt of pure pleasure straight to your core.
"Look at these pretty things." He murmured as he leaned down to take one in his mouth.
The feel of his tongue, hot and wet, against your sensitive skin was enough to make you arch your back, a gasp torn from your lips. He used his free hand to grip you ass hard, pulling you on top of him while his lips still wrapped around your nipple.
You were straddling him now, your knees on either side of his hips. The thin fabric of your thong and his briefs was soaked, the friction of him against you, even through the layers of clothes, was intoxicating.
You couldn't help the way your hips started to move, a slow, grinding rhythm that had you both gasping for breath.
"Can't believe you're wet for me," he said, his voice laced with a kind of awestruck disbelief. He lifted you up and adjusted you to where he could feel you better, a small moan leaving his lips at the contact.
"Can't believe you're this big," you shot back, more of a sigh than a statement.Â
"Yeah? You like that?" The words were a low growl against your skin as he lavished your other nipple with attention.
"Mhm..." You could only manage a small hum, your mind going hazy with pleasure.
He's so hard. So hard that it's almost painful. You needed to feel him. All of him. You started to reach for the waistband of his briefs, but he stopped you, his hand covering yours.
"Hey, no." His breath hitched. "Not yet. Let me... let me do something for you first."
Before you could ask what he meant, he was shifting you, maneuvering you until you were on your back and he was settled between your thighs. He pushed your legs apart with a gentle pressure of his hands. And then he was leaning down, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee.
"Is this okay?" he asked, his breath warm against your skin.
You could only nod, your throat too tight to speak. He moved higher, pressing a trail of open-mouthed kisses up your inner thigh, stopping just short of where you desperately wanted him.
"You really want to?" Your own surprise at the question was evident.
"I've been dreaming about this," he admitted, his voice a raw, honest confession. "For a long, long time."
And then he was there, his tongue sliding against the fabric of your thong. The wet heat of him through the thin lace was almost enough to send you over the edge.
"Oh god... no wonder girls like this in pornos." Your legs start to shake a little as your hands find their way into his hair.
"You watch pornos?" He looks up at you from between your legs, a slow grin spreading across his face. "My dirty girl."
He didn't wait for an answer, just hooked his fingers into the sides of your thong and pulled it down your legs. He tossed it over his shoulder, and it landed somewhere in the vicinity of your discarded shirt.
"I feel like I'm supposed to pray to this," he said, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Like a holy relic."
You let out a shaky laugh. "D&D references aren't exactly what I'm looking for right now, Eddie."
"No? So you don't like my DM voice? 'You enter a beautiful, damp cavern... the walls are slick with moisture...'" He was on you then, his tongue finally, finally making contact with your pussy. The feeling was so intense, so overwhelming, you couldn't help but cry out.
His hands gripped your thighs, holding you open for him as he explored you with a desperate, hungry curiosity.
"Guide me," he mumbled against your folds. "I don't know what you like. Tell me."
"Your... your tongue," you gasped out. "On my clit. When I... touch myself I just focus there... "
He hummed in acknowledgement, and then he was following your directions, his tongue finding that sensitive bundle of nerves and circling it with a slow, deliberate pressure. He was a quick study, and it wasn't long before you were writhing beneath him, your hands fisted in his hair, your hips bucking against his face.
"Mmm, feels so much better than my fingers." You whined, the pleasure coiling tight in your belly. He was good. So, so good. Better than you had ever imagined. And you had imagined this. A lot.
He pulled back for a second, his chin shining with your arousal. "Show me how you do it," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Show me what you like."
You hesitated for a beat, the vulnerability of the request hitting you. But then you looked at him, at the open, eager expression on his face, and you couldn't deny him anything.
You reached down between your legs, your fingers finding your clit easily. You started to rub slow circles, the motion practiced, familiar.
"God..." He groans. "You ever think about me? When you do this?"
Your fingers stutter. You look down at him, at the hope and the lust warring in his eyes.
"Only since last year," you said, your voice barely a whisper. "When you wore that ripped t-shirt to the fair. I could see your... happy trail..."Â
He just stared, completely floored.
"Fucking Christ..." He pinched his eyes shut as he palmed himself through his boxers before he dived back in with a new enthusiasm.
He watched you for a moment, and then he joined in, his tongue prodding your entrance and licking at your fingers as you pleasured yourself. It was a messy, clumsy, and incredibly erotic sight.
"Fuck, Eddie, I'm so close," you moaned, your hips moving in a frantic rhythm against his tongue and your own hand.
He redoubled his efforts, nudging your hands away with his nose and sucking your clit into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue. It was the final push you needed, and you came with a cry, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm.
He didn't stop, not right away. He kept licking you, his tongue gentle now, soothing you through the aftershocks. It was as if he just loved your taste, greedy for more. Finally, he pulled back, a look of pure, unadulterated pride on his face.
He crawled up your body and kissed you then, a messy kiss that tasted of your release.
"Damn, I'm gonna get addicted to that," he murmured against your lips.
You just hummed in response, your body still buzzing with pleasure. You could feel his erection pressing against your thigh, a demanding presence.
"Let me..." you started, your hands trailing down his chest to the waistband of his briefs. "Let me return the favor."
"Yeah?" His eyebrows raise.
You answered by tugging the briefs down, freeing him. He kicked them off the rest of the way, and then he was completely naked, the dim light of the motel room casting him in a warm glow. He was beautiful.
He knelt between your legs, giving you a perfect view. He was long and thick, the head flushed a dark pink, a bead of precum glistening at the tip.
"I've never seen a real one in person," you confessed, your voice filled with awe.
He flushed a little, a rosy blush spreading across his chest. "Well, it's not going to win any awards. It's pretty standard issue."
"It's bigger than my dildo," you blurted out, then immediately regretted it.
Eddie's head tilted, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face. "You have a dildo?" He leaned in, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. "I'm learning a lot about your sexy habits tonight."
"I'm a virgin, not a nun." You said defensively, a call back to his confession earlier.
"I know. I'm not judging. I'm celebrating." He kissed you again, a quick, hard press of his lips. "Now, were you about to do something?"
You reached out and wrapped your hand around him. He was hot and hard, the smooth skin a stark contrast to how rigid he was. He let out a sharp hiss of breath, his hips jerking forward.
You started to stroke him, twisting your wrist on the upstroke, the way you'd read about in a magazine.
"Jesus, that's... yeah," he groaned, his head falling back. "Just like that."
You watched him, mesmerized by the way his face contorted with pleasure. The way he was so open and unashamed of it.
"You know, when you said the thing about your... toy," he said, his breath hitching as you ran your thumb over the head of his cock, spreading the wetness there. "Am I really bigger?"
You smiled, a genuine, sly smile. "Considerably."
"Fuck." He seemed genuinely pleased by this information. "That's... good to know. For my ego."
He watched you for a few more moments, your hand working him with a steady rhythm. Then he reached down, stilling your movements.
"Okay, stop," he breathed, his voice strained. "I'm not going to last if you keep doing that."
You looked up at him, a question in your eyes.
"I want..." He swallowed hard. "I wanna be inside you."
The words hung in the air between you, heavy with meaning.
"We won't be virgins anymore." You say, soft and immediately feeling stupid for it. Of course he knew that.
His expression softened. He leaned down and kissed your forehead. "I know." He was so close, you could feel the frantic beat of his heart against your chest.
"I want that," you said, your voice firm. "With you."
He let out a long, shuddering breath, as if he'd been holding it for an eternity.
"Is it weird I'm nervous? I feel like that's weird for a guy." He admitted.
"It's not weird." You promised. "I don't think nerves are gendered."
He kissed you then, a slow, deep kiss that was full of all the things he couldn't seem to say. All the want and the hope and the fear. He only broke the kiss, to reach over the other side of the bed and fumbled in the pocket of his discarded jeans.
"I swear I keep this in my wallet all the time. Not because I was expecting... well this." He said as he pulled out a little foil square.
The crinkle of the wrapper was the only sound in the room. He tore it open with shaky fingers and rolled the condom on with an efficiency that belied his earlier fumbling.
He settled back over you, his elbows on either side of your head, caging you in.
"I can't believe I'm going to have sex with you." You whisper, looking into those consuming brown eyes, your fingers tracing the dimples that start to form when he smiles down at you.Â
"Me either," he said, and there was such a raw, honest wonder in his voice that it made your chest ache. "If I'm being totally honest? I'm pretty sure this is a lucid dream I'm having after eating all that bad gas station pizza."
You laughed, a bright, happy sound that filled the small room.
"It's real." You promised.
"Okay." He takes a deep breath. "Okay."
He positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock nudging against your wet folds. He paused, looking at you one last time, giving you a final chance to change your mind.
You answered by wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
He pushed a little inside you with a slow, steady pressure.
It was a strange, unfamiliar sensation. A stretching, aching fullness that bordered on pain. You couldn't help the small whimper that escaped your lips.
He stopped immediately, his whole body tensing. "You okay? Am I hurting you?"
"Are you all the way in?" You asked, your breath hitching.
He shook his head. "Not even close. You okay?"
You nod. "It's a lot. Keep going."
He pushed a little deeper, a slow, inch-by-inch invasion that made you feel like your body was being remade to fit him.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and he kissed up your neck and over your face. Each new press of his lips a welcome distraction from the dull ache between your legs.
He finally was all the way in, his hips flush against yours. He stilled, giving you a moment to adjust.
"Okay." You breathe out.
"You okay?" He repeated against your lips, breathless from his own pleasure.Â
"Yeah just... don't move too much yet."
"You feel so... incredible. It's..." He trails off as he shifts a bit, pulling just out a little and pushing back in.
You both groan. The pain started to fade then, replaced by a different kind of ache. A deep, throbbing need.
"Okay," you breathed, your fingers tightening in his hair. "Okay, you can move."
He started to move then, a slow, gentle rocking motion that was worlds away from the frantic rutting from earlier. Each thrust was a hesitant exploration.
You moved with him, your hips rising to meet his, your body learning the rhythm of his.
"Sweetheart..." It came out as a mix of a groan and a whine, you've never heard him sound sexier.
He started to move faster, a little harder, his control starting to fray. He was panting against your neck, his breath hot and damp. His hands were everywhere, on your breasts, your hips, your ass.Â
"Eddie... talk to me..." You whine as he hits a spot deep inside you that made you see stars.
"What do you want me to say?" he gasped, his hips snapping against yours.
"Anything... dirty talk... something... my ears..."
He let out a shaky laugh, a sound that was half-arousal, half-nervousness before leaning down into your ear. "You feel so good. So tight. All I've thought about for the last year is what it would feel like to be inside you."
You moaned. You felt your pussy clench around him, your body responding to the dirty words. He pulled back to watch your face, a look of pure, unadulterated lust on his face.
"Yeah? Want me to keep going? Tell you how I've jacked off to the thought of your tits?"
You could only nod, your words lost in a haze of pleasure.
"Or maybe it was your ass. In those tight jeans you wear. God, the things I wanted to do to you." He punctuated the words with a particularly hard thrust that made you cry out. "Wanna kiss you until you're dripping for me. And I did tonight. Dripping all over my tongue."
His words were filthier than you ever would have imagined, and it was pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
"You're so wet for me. You're taking my cock so well." He groans, his forehead resting against yours. "You're all I want. Just... you."
The last words were a raw, honest confession that went straight to your heart. You were the one to kiss him then, a desperate, messy kiss that was all teeth and tongue and need.
"Touch yourself again," he practically begged against your lips. "Please, I love seeing it." He didn't want to finish before you did. And he also liked watching.
You didn't hesitate, your hand snaking down between your bodies to find your clit. You started to rub in tight, fast circles, the dual stimulation of him inside you and your fingers on your clit almost too much to bear.
"Its too good, Eddie." You whine, a high pitched desperate sound he's never heard you make.
"Let go," he commanded, his voice rough and hoarse. "Let me feel your pussy wreck me."
His words were the final push you needed. You came with a strangled cry, your body arching off the bed, your inner walls clamping down on him. The force of your orgasm was enough to send him over the edge too, and with a hoarse shout of your name, he came, his hips pistoning into you as he emptied himself into the condom.
He collapsed next to you, both of you panting, your bodies slick with sweat. The room was silent, save for the sound of your ragged breaths and the ancient motel air conditioner.
After a long moment, he propped himself up on an elbow and looked at you, a slow, dazed smile spreading across his face.
"If you don't want to be my girlfriend after this, I think I might actually die."
You laugh, reaching up to push a damp curl away from his forehead. "Well, we can't have that."
He leaned down and kissed you, a soft, sweet kiss that was a world away from the frantic, hungry kisses from before.
"So... is that a yes?" he asked, a playful glint in his eyes.
"Are you going to go easier on me during Hellfire?" You counter.
"Never." He grins. "You have to earn your honor just like everyone else."
"Then yes," you said, and the word felt like a promise. "Yes, I'll be your girlfriend."
He looked so happy you thought your heart might burst. He kissed you again, and again, and again, as if he couldn't get enough of you.
"Gonna 'kiss me till I'm dripping'?" You tease, your fingers tracing the lines of his collarbones.
"Very funny. Give me ten minutes and another slice of that gas station pizza," he mumbled against your skin, making you laugh.
He eventually got up to dispose of the condom, and you took the opportunity to look at him. Really look at him. The long, lean lines of his body, the scattering of tattoos, the way his hair curled in all directions. He was yours.
He came back to the bed and pulled you into his arms, your head resting on his chest. You could feel the steady, reassuring beat of his heart.
"I'm never going to get tired of this," he said, his voice a soft rumble in his chest. "Of you."
You tilted your head up to look at him. "Me neither."
You lay like that for a while, a comfortable, easy silence settling over you. The events of the night replayed in your mind, not just the concert or the sex, but everything beautiful that had happened in this small, ugly motel room.
About a month later, you and Eddie had just gotten settled into your new home. Your house truly started to feel like a home. Your home. Otis had really warmed up to you. Eddie was over the moon. He always has had problems with his son meeting his potential love interests, but this time all his worries melted away.
All three of you sat in Otis's new room, playing with him.
Eddie held up a teddy bear, which he called "Lord Shreddy the Teddy" and make him fight a toy dragon, who Otis was playing with.
Otis watched his father play with him and couldn't stop giggling. You sat next to them, watching. Sometimes you would cheer on "Lord Shreddy the Teddy" and the toy dragon.
Obviously, Eddie let Otis win, "You've defeated the land's best dragon slayer!" He clapped and acted out the teddy bear falling to the ground. Otis laughed and celebrated his victory.
"Good job!" You ruffled the little boys curly hair while he smiled.
"I'm hungry!" Otis whined, putting his hands out for you to pick him up.
"I got you, bud." Instead, Eddie picked him and walked him out into the kitchen. He placed him into his high chair and gave him a small bowl of animal crackers. Eddie took a step back to talk to you, still watching Otis from a close distance.
"I'm really happy." He told you. "my son really likes you. He's warming up to you just fine. He's not usually a people person."
"What can I say?" You smiled, standing back up from the carpeted floor.
"Do you wanna watch tv tonight?" He placed his hands on the small of your back. "I need your warmth."
"Please, I'm already overheating as it is. But sure."
"Yay!" He enthusiastically clapped as he hugged you softly.
"Just get off of me, please." You shoved him away, as softly as one could.
He returned to the kitchen to see the bowl on the floor along with a few rogue animal crackers.
"My love, we don't throw our bowls." He gently told his son and picked up the bowl for him. "Are you done? Are you ready for bath time?"
Otis nodded and Eddie ran to start a bath for him. He also got out a little rubber duck and handed it to him.
"Thank you daddy." Otis said happily, squeezing the duck as he was placed into the bathtub.
"Of course, my love."
You walked in to see Otis splashing water everywhere, Eddie being entirely soaked.
"Be careful. The floor here is slippery." He warned you as you made your way to the bathtub to check out what the boys were up to.
"Why don't you go lay down on the couch? I'll join you after and we can watch tv."
"Sure."
You knew Eddie was done bathing Otis when he walked out completely drenched. He came back out a few minutes later, wiping the excess water on his face with a clean shirt. You had caught a glimpse of his toned body, including his happy trail. You couldn't help but feel a little hot at the sight.
"Just got him to bed. So what's up?" He sat down, slipping his arm around you.
"I just wanted to cuddle with you. I'm sorry I couldn't cook any dinner tonight."
"That shouldn't be on you. You're already doing enough work." He stood up and walked over to the fridge. "do you want something to drink? I got beer, milk, water..." he looked around some more, grabbed a beer for himself, and put a bag of popcorn in the microwave.
"I can't drink beer, silly." You smiled.
"Oh yeah" he sighed. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to- water it is then." He grabbed a water and handed it to you and sat back down on the couch and wrapped himself around you.
"I have a doctors appointment tomorrow. Do you wanna come with me?"
"Of course. I have band practice, but I'll cancel. They don't know yet, but I'll tell them then."
"Are you sure? I mean, that band is your dream- you can't."
"No. I wouldn't pass up the chance to see our baby for the first time."
"Okay. Then it's settled."
"Yes it is." He nodded, shoving his face full of popcorn. "what do you want to name her?"
"Her? Also, I've told you multiple times, don't talk while you chew please."
"Yeah, I have a feeling they're a girl. You don't?"
"No. I haven't really thought about it." You admitted.
He gave you a small kiss on the cheek. "really? Have you thought of any names yet?"
"No. I was hoping you'd do that."
He turned down the tv volume and you stared at each other. "You're the one who carries the baby. You get to decide."
"Did you have any other names you wanted to name Otis?"
"Yeah, of course I did. But I don't want to influence your decision." He smiled, and kissed you again on your other cheek.
"Okay. Let's find out the sex before we start getting all worked up over a name." You told him, which made the conversation die down. Your attention was turned back to the tv.
You ended up falling asleep on the couch, the television playing quietly in the background.
You got up the next morning and ran to the toilet, emptying your stomach quickly before Eddie could wake up and hear, and then sliding back into bed. Otis had other plans, as he started to cry not even 5 minutes later.
Eddie woke up, his hand immediately trying to silence the baby monitor like it was an alarm clock.
He groaned. "hmmm, I'll get him." And he groggily rolled over and slid out of bed.
He came back, holding his son and climbing back into bed.
"I think he wants to sleep here tonight."
"Bad dream?" You groggily ask the little boy whose head is hidden in Eddie's chest. He lays Otis down and all three of you fall back asleep.
"Just a few more hours..." He said, half asleep, completely ignoring the fact that it was already morning. It was obvious to you, due to the fact that the sun was shining through your bedroom window.
You immediately realized the time. "Babe, we have a doctors appointment. Get up!" You shook Eddie violently to wake him up. He jumped up, startled out of his mind.
"Jesus, sweetheart. Don't do that to me." He took a deep breath, "I'll drop him off at Steve's house. You go get ready."
You turned to open the closet door before Eddie started talking again.
"I know you love your comfort, so I picked out one of my tshirts you can wear." He softly tossed it to you. It was one of his old metal t-shirts. You paired it with a black maxi skirt.
"I actually really like this." You smiled, looking in the mirror. Eddie came up behind you, putting his hand around your waist. The outfit was a break from your basic routine.
"I knew you would. You look so beautiful."
When you arrived at the doctors office, you sat in the waiting room while Eddie signed you in. When he sat back down, he threw his arm around you. "I'm so excited. We finally get to see our baby."
"Me too." You sighed and sat back in her chair. "did you tell your band mates?"
"Yeah, they're so excited about it. Although it's kind of weird, I'm the only one with 2 kids, the rest of them hate kids." He laughed at the irony.
Soon, the doctor called you back. "Mr. and Mrs. Munson?"
Of course Eddie checked you in as 'Mr. and Mrs. Munson'. Even the of thought of him calling you his wife, sharing a last name made your heart flutter inside.
You stood up and walked back, hand in hand. Eddie gave you a good squeeze for comfort.
You laid down on the bed. The doctor asked you a few questions before beginning to do a ultrasound.
You two watched the screen and started to cry at the sight of a small little dot on the screen.
"It's a little bean." Eddie grabbed your hand and squeezed it, using his other hand to rub your shoulder and occasionally wipe a tear.
"Our little bean." You beamed.
The doctor told you that the baby was doing great, which relieved any anxieties you had. The doctor left the room for a moment to print out the pictures.
"Baby, I'm so happy right now." Eddie smiled through tears.
"Me too love." You sat up and gave Eddie a kiss on the forehead.
"Did you tell your mother yet?" He asks wearily, knowing itâs a touchy subject.
"Not yet." You sighed. "our relationship has strained since my father passed."
"I'm sorry. If you want, I'll go with you."
"No. I'm not telling her. She doesn't even know you exist!" You chuckled to yourself, realizing how impractical your life has become.
He rubbed your hand. "That's okay."
You shrugged. There really wasn't anything you could do about it. You knew your mother would make it all about her, and about your father and how he either wouldn't be here to witness it- or how he would be rolling in his grave.
The doctor walked back in and handed the photographs and a envelope which contained the sex over to you. Water works immediately started up again and you hugged each other once more.
After you collected yourselves, you scheduled your next appointment in six weeks, and you were on your way.
On the car ride home, Eddie had his hand on your thigh. "I can't believe it, we just saw our baby for the first time."
"I know, baby, I know." You smiled, recalling the little dot that was your baby. "Our bean."
Eddie would not shut up about how excited he was. You thought it was adorable, but eventually it got on your nerves when he rambled on for 20 minutes.
Later that night, Eddie decided to go out and surprise you. He knew you must've been going through a lot, so he wanted to make you feel extra special. He went out and bought a bouquet of black roses, and got you a few dresses to make you feel good. He called Steve up to go help him with this surprise. He was planning on telling Steve then as well.
He quickly went home and put the dresses into a gift box before you could notice. You were too busy playing with Otis to even notice he was gone.
"Hello..?" He shouted from down the hall.
"I'm in Otis's room."
You heard footsteps and turned around to see Eddie propped up in the doorway. He was leaning against the frame, holding a bouquet.
"Awww, honey." You jumped up to kiss him before taking the bouquet from him.
"I also got something else." He smiled. "follow my lead." As he lead you into their bedroom. There was a box sitting on the bed.
You softly unwrapped the box to see two dresses laid out. One was black and lacy, more form fitting. The other was a flowy slip dress, with black bats on it.
"Oh my god, Eddie." You started at them in awe and then looked back at him. "They're beautiful. They remind me so much of you, that's why I love them so much. Thank you.â
"You better get dressed, we're going out tonight."
"Why did you do this?"
"I just wanted to tell you...you're beautiful. You have so much on your plate and dealing with it all perfectly. You deserve to feel special. You're the most special girl in my life..." he smiled so hard his mouth began to twitch out of nervousness. "I love you."
"I...." you took a moment to take in everything that he just said. "I love you too." And you dove in to kiss him.
"Try on these two dresses and come out. It doesn't matter which dress, whatever you feel best in. I already know you're going to look smokin' hot in whatever one you choose." He smiled. He knew what he was doing.
He left the room and waited for you to come out.
You tried on both dresses and felt insecure in both. You eventually figured that from Eddie's point of view, he would love you in both, but he especially loved your curves, so you put on the first option.
"Babe?" You called from behind the bedroom door.
"Yes?"
You walked out, showing off your new dress to him. A huge grin grew on his face and he chuckled, spinning you around and admiring you.
"You look....amazing." He was flabbergasted.
"Where are we going?"
"It's a surprise. But I can tell you, afterwards, we're going to Steve's house to tell him everything."
"Wow, Munson, you and your surprises." You both laughed. You hopped into the truck and Eddie immediately started driving.
After a bit of driving, you pulled into a local Bar and Grille. "They have good wings here, I know you like those."
"You're not wrong."
He opened the car door for you and walked inside. You sat down and Eddie ordered sliders, you ordered wings.
While you were eating, Eddie wiped his mouth with a napkin and took your hand.
"I wanted to talk to you."
"Mhm..."
"I wanted to ask for a while now..." he put his other hand on top of yours. "do you want to be my girlfriend? Like, officially."
"Yes! Finally! It took you long enough!" You laughed, leaning over the table to kiss him.
"Oh my god, I love you." He smiled back, filled with more than happiness.
Description: Two years after leaving Hawkins behind to chase Eddieâs dreams in LA, you return to Indiana for Dustinâs graduation and get surprised by his speech. Later, in a wholesome reunion at the WSQK rooftop, old friendships rekindle as a small secret waits to slip out.
Warnings/tags: rockstar!eddie, fem!reader, eddie being so husband coded it hurts, extreme levels of fluff, hellfire lives, lots of hugging and reunions, banter, suggestive comments and a little cheeky surprise.
Note: This is my ultimate fix-it fic for Eddie. My own version of a finale for him, the one he deserves đ Dedicated to all those writers and artists that give this boy the world and let him have the happy little life canon couldnât give him. I really poured all my love for Eddie into this piece. Enjoy đ€
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Los Angeles, California. Munson Residence.Â
âEddieee, whatâs taking you so long?âÂ
You sigh, arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently on the glossy marble of your bedroom floor. But you get no answer.Â
The thick door of your shared dressing room stays shut, despite your complaints. You glance at the clock on the wall, realizing youâre already too damn late thanks to Eddie fixing his hair like youâre going to an awards show.Â
âEdward Munson, if you donât come out right now, I swear to god Iâm taking that flight alone and telling Dustin you didnât want to come,â you say firmly.Â
You immediately hear rustling on the other side of the door, and something clattering over. Probably another pair of poor sunglasses tossed dramatically to the floor. Typical.
And then, finally, the door swings open.
Eddie strolls out looking like a movie star, arms dramatically spread and gesturing down his body as he does a little twirl, evidently proud of his choice of clothing.Â
âWhat do you think, sweetheart?â he asks smugly, like heâs not the reason you're about to miss an important event. âCheck the fit.â
And oh, you check the fit.Â
Heâs dressed mostly in black, as per usual. Wearing an oversized velvet blazer, animal print satin shirt underneath, first buttons undoneâobviouslyâa constellation of tattoos and a couple scars peeking under the fabric. Paired with slim, flared at the bottom trousers that hug him in all the right ways, and of course, some Chelsea boots. His silver rings match the chunky chain around his neck and the sparkle in his eyes. His lips are curled in that cocky smirk that drives you insane.
You want to slap him and jump his bones at the same time. Why does he have to look so good?Â
You have to remind yourself that youâre mad before you start drooling and give yourself off too easily (which has always been a problem with him.)
So instead of snapping, you take a deep breath, shift your features into something deceptively sweet, and walk over to him. You brush a few pieces of lint off his shoulders, smiling up innocently, then place a hand on his chest, your diamond ring shining right over that rockstar heart of his.
âYou look infuriatingly hot, baby,â you whisper, batting your eyelashes at him. âMaybe if we werenât soâŠlate, I wouldâve probably sucked you off,â you shrug nonchalantly. âAnyways, what a shame.âÂ
And just like that, you turn on your heel, smirking as you catch the way his confident expression crumbles. You walk out of the bedroom straight to the grand spiral staircase, as he follows behind you desperately.Â
âWhoa, whoa, whoaâwait! Letâs not get ahead of ourselves!â He stammers, trailing after you like a lost puppy, but you donât even look back. âAngel, we're not that late! We have time! You can stillââÂ
âEddie,â you cut him off, right as you reach the end of the stairs. âWe were supposed to take off an hour ago. Youâre lucky youâre the one who rented the damn plane, and it canât take off without you.â
âWell itâd be pretty stupid if they left, donât you think?â He chuckles, but it dies down as you glare at him before turning around to walk across the foyer.Â
But just as your hand touches the doorknob of the massive front door, he stops you.
âOkayâokay. Stop, sweetheart. Iâm sorry, alright? I know I took too long,â he says, grabbing your hand gently. âBut weâre gonna make it. I promise.â
You exhale, some of the frustration melting away as you look at his huge doe eyes. Eddie, your stupid, gorgeous husband whoâs been touring arenas and taking you to fancy hotel rooms around the globe, and was supposed to fly you across the country to get there on time for Dustinâs high school graduation. The kid had stumbled over his words on the phone when he invited you, saying it was okay if Eddie was too busy with the band to attend.Â
âI justâŠwe canât miss it, Eddie,â you say, voice coming weaker than you expected. âDustinâs been through enough. He wonât say it butâŠheâll never forgive you.â
Eddie steps closer shaking his head, squeezing your hand reassuringly. âAnd Iâll never forgive myself if we do.â He leans to kiss your forehead, then smiles. âCome on, letâs go make the kid cry.â
The door swings open to reveal your driverâwhoâs been waiting too longâin a sleek car on the driveway. Eddie gestures dramatically for you to step forward, bowing a little too low.Â
âAfter you, my lady.â
You canât help the smile that breaks through. Itâs impossible to stay mad at him anyways.Â
But of course, just as youâre about to slide into the car when he opens the door for you, he leans down, whispering hot in your ear.Â
âAlsoâŠnot that Iâm rushing or anything, but maybe on the plane you can still suck me off or whatever you said back there.â
âEddie!!!â
Hawkins, Indiana. Graduation ceremony.Â
The car slows as it nears the parking lot next to the field of Hawkins High. The same field where you would lay on the grass with Eddie to make out under the bleachers like there was no tomorrowâŠuntil a coach kicked you out. You can already imagine today itâs dressed in classroom chairs and green/orange banners, with a small stage at the front and rows of bleachers filled with happy families near the entrance.Â
Eddie already teased you twice on the way there for your wrinkled clothes and for touching up your swollen lips after suspicious activities on the plane.Â
âDo I look decent?â You ask, fixing your hair, right as the car stops.Â
He leans in from his seat, watching you with a smug little smirk. âAngel, you look wrecked in the best way possible.â
You swat his arm, but he just laughs as he opens the door. He steps out with that classic Munson flairâthe same way he walks out to a red carpet nowâturning around and extending his hand, bowing dramatically.
âMy love.â
You slip your fingers into his, letting him help you out, gigging like youâre teenagers again. Exceptâa couple of years and hundred thousand dollars later.Â
âMy dear husband.â
His arm finds the small of your back immediately as you walk forward, and the warm Indiana air greets you like a nostalgic slap to the face. The summer heat, the cut grass, the distant cheers.Â
God, itâs good to be back.Â
As you walk across the parking lot you canât even see the stage yet, but the speakers are loud and youâd recognize that tone anywhere.Â
ââŠScrew the school. Screw the system. Screw conformity. Screw everyone and everything trying to hold you back and tear us apartâŠâ
You both freeze.Â
âThatâs Dustin,â you gasp. âHeâs doing his speech. Come on!!â
You pull Eddieâs hand, shoes stomping against the floor as you sprint toward the chainlink entrance of the field.Â
âHey hey, careful, sweetheart,â Eddie warns, jogging a step ahead of you to make sure you donât faceplant the concrete. âCanât have my wife tripping over, especially afterââ
âTHIS IS OUR YEAR!!!!âÂ
You hear the screeching noise of a mic slamming on the floor and the crowd goes crazy. Thereâs wild cheering, clapping, even whistling. You hear multiples âHoly shit!â and âNo way!âÂ
âWhat the hell?â Eddie says, eyes narrowing as you both finally reach the gates.Â
Your eyes land on the stage and there he is. Dustin fucking Henderson. Right up front and center, smiling like a maniac. Orange gown ditched and rocking a grey t-shirt with none other than bold black letters saying:
HELLFIRE LIVES.Â
You arrive just in time to see him snatching the diploma from Higginâs hand like a trophy, and flipping him off right after. Then, confetti goes off, raining down the stage. Dustin lifts his arms triumphantly as the graduates are on their feet, cheering like thereâs no tomorrow. Someone in the crowd yells âHELL YEAH, HENDERSON!âÂ
Youâre pretty sure that was Steve Harrington.Â
You turn to Eddie slowly, speechless, and realize both of your jaws are hanging open. His eyes are locked on Dustin, glinting with that familiar fondness he always held for the boy.Â
âMy, myâŠHenderson, you crazy son of a bitch,â he shakes his head, matching the same devilish grin Dustin is rocking on stage.Â
Eddieâs never been more proud of the little shit.Â
You, on the other hand, could almost cry. Because this wasnât just rebellion. This was special. This was a tribute.
A tribute to the club that welcomed him with open arms. A tribute to his friend Eddie Munson, who once swore that if he ever made it on that stage, heâd flip off Principal Higgins with pride. And Dustin did it for him.Â
Back in â86, once the smoke had cleared and the military took over Hawkins, Eddie had been bed bound at the hospital with dozens of injuries and a long road of recovery ahead. This, plus the allegations of him being a satanic murderer, made it impossible for him to graduate high school that year. Higgins never gave him another chance to do so, and Hellfire was ruled as a forbidden club.Â
Half a year later, Eddie was back to his full health, and he wanted to do nothing more than ditch school, get the hell out of that cursed town, marry the love of his life and fight for his dreams. It wasnât easy to say goodbye to Wayne, whoâd just lost his trailer and almost his son (well, his nephew turned son), but it was all worth it once Eddie got rich enough to buy him a nice house on the hills and flew him to any concert he wanted to attend (which was every single one of them.)Â
So yeah, maybe you canât help the tears that threaten to fall out after everything youâve lived through with him. Eddie notices your shift, he always does, and his arm tightens around your waist as he brings you closer to him.Â
âStill think weâre too late?â He whispers against your hair, still teasing but softer than he usually is.Â
You shake your head, reaching up to brush your thumb over a small scar on his cheek.
âI think we made it just in time, Eddie.â
You and Eddie stay back for a little.Â
From the edge of the field, still by the chainlink entrance, you watch Dustin bask in his moment. The crowd hasnât stopped buzzing since his little stunt. People swarm the stage, clapping his back, hugging him, asking for pictures like heâs the rockstar here. His momâs bawling. The kids are laughing so hard you can hear it all the way to your spot.Â
You wait until the hugs stop, and most of the graduates scatter. Thatâs when you and Eddie start walking forward, but you donât even make it five steps in before you feel the people craning their necks and start whispering around you.Â
âWaitâŠis thatâ?âÂ
âHoly shit. Thatâs Eddie Munson.â
âThe singer???â
âWasnât he, like, in a cult or something?â
âI heard he killed those kids back in â86.â
âNo, they cleared him, remember?â
Youâre both used to all the attention at this point. So you keep walking. Heads held high. Designer clothing catching the golden sun as you walk in like a power couple. Thereâs even a pep in Eddieâs step. One that says he knows who the fuck he is now. That heâs back, and yes, he made it.
Every whisper is a reminder that he was never supposed to survive this long, let alone be here, with you on his arm, walking across this field like he owns the place.
So you do what comes naturally, you wrap your arm tighter around his, hugging closer to his side. Just enough to show him, and everyone gawking at you, that youâre here. That youâre never going anywhere.
Because god, do they look at you too.
Some with awe, because yes, youâre that girl. The one who followed him out of Hawkins and married the long haired freak who turned into a rock god. Some with surprise too, or judgment, or just plain envy.
âOh my god she married him??â
âI heard he bought her a huge mansion in LA.â
âLook at her hair.â
âSheâs so pretty. How the hell did he pull her?â
âHeâs kinda hot too.â
âSure, Jan.â
The last comment makes you chuckle. He didnât just âpull you.â He earned you from the moment he introduced himself so nervously that he forgot he actually spoke the english language. And you earned him back with a soft laugh and those bedroom eyes he always claims you give him.Â
But you forget all about the rumors as you spot Dustin by the stage. His back is to you, as he animatedly talks to Mike, Lucas and Will, arms flying in that signature Henderson drama.Â
When the kidsâGod theyâre all grown up, you should probably stop calling them kidsâsee you approaching, their eyes go wide in surprise.Â
âWhat?â Dustin asks, confused. âWhat are you guysââ
He turns around, eyes going huge as he makes out the two figures standing in front of him.Â
âEDDIE!!âÂ
His cap nearly flies off as he throws himself at Eddie as if he was a fifteen year old again. The kids stay back smiling, giving him the moment.Â
âWhoaâshitââ Eddie barely catches him, stumbling back with a laugh, wrapping both arms around him tightly. âJesus Christ, Henderson. Youâre not a spring chicken anymore!â
Dustin laughs into his velvet blazer, almost crying from happiness. âYou guys made it! You actually made it!!â
Eddie hugs him back just as hard, clapping a hand on his back, shaking his head. âYou little bastard. You crazy crazy son of a bitch.â He pulls back, grinning like a devil. âThat stunt with Higgins? Full on legend shit, my friend.â
Dustin shrugs nonchalantly, but he canât stop grinning. You swear you see a little pink on his cheeks. âI was just honoring the person who taught me that being myself is a power, not a weakness.â
Yeah, thatâll do it. Youâre crying now.Â
Eddieâs grin falters just a little. He doesnât say anything, but his eyes do it for him. âThank you, buddy.â
Dustin turns to you now, because if he keeps looking at Eddie there will be a lot more manly tears.Â
âIâm so happy for you, Dustin. That whole thing on stage? It suits you. The spotlight. You wear it well.â Youâre smiling so hard through the tears your cheeks hurt.Â
Dustin beams at that. âYou think?â
Eddie steps closer, reaching out to ruffle his curls. âOf course. Iâm proud of you, kid. You know that, right?â
âI know.â Dustin nods enthusiastically. Heâs smiling so hard you think heâs about to combust. âOh my god, thank you for coming, seriously. Iâve missed you two so much.âÂ
Before you can even blink, this time he slams into you with a bear hug, squeezing so tight that you can almost feel your ribs crushing your organs.Â
âHey, careful, Henderson!â Eddie laughs, putting his hand behind you when you stumble back. âShe canâtââ
âEddie!â
This time Mike is enthusiastically hugging him from the side before going over to you more gently.Â
âDude you look amazing!â Luke chimes in, fist bumping Eddie and brushing your arm.Â
Will just wraps him up in a silent hug, smiling in that soft, sweet way of his against Eddieâs shoulder. You canât help it but mess with his bowl cut when you see the look on his face.Â
âAlright, alright,â Eddie laughs, completely surrounded by his boys now. âWhat the hellâdid all of you grow like a foot or did I fucking shrink??â He groans dramatically, holding Will by his shoulders and looking him up and down like a grandpa to his grandson.Â
You all laugh, but it doesnât take long before the rapid fire starts with Mike.Â
âWait, howâs L.A.?âÂ
âWhen are you inviting us to your castle?â Lucas follows.Â
âIs it true you made a song about Hawkins?â Will adds sheepishly.Â
âNo, that one was definitely about me.â Dustin says proudly.Â
They, all in unison.Â
âDo you still play D&D???âÂ
Eddie barely keeps up with all the questions, about tour life, the new album, the crazy parties, and that time he almost got arrested with the band if it wasnât for you saving their asses.Â
You watch them pile around him, laughing like theyâre little kids again, even in their graduation gowns and big boy shoes and college letters waiting for them back home. It feels like no time has passed. Like 1986 was nothing but a bad nightmare you managed to escape from.Â
Like Hellfire really does live.Â
Inside all of you. With Eddie right in the center of it, holding it all together. Grinning like he never left.Â
Itâs chaotic. It feels like home. Itâs so perfect you could cry another waterfall now because damn, youâve missed them too, but you donât get the chance before a hand lands on your shoulder, making you startle and turn around.Â
Steve Harrington is there. Still unfairly handsome, rocking a brown suit and tie, with a pair of sunglasses hanging from his shirt collar. He looks like he has at least three kids, and a mortgage.Â
And beside him, grinning like a maniac, is rockinâ Robin.Â
âHarrington! Buckley!â Eddie beams, reaching for Steve first.Â
âGuys!!!â You light up, already jumping into Robinâs arms.
âOh my god, you guys look so hot!!â Robin exclaims, pulling you in. âDid you age backward or does LA just have different water?â
You laugh into her shoulder.Â
Eddie is still hugging Steve in what feels like years packed into one tight embrace. Robin pulls away from you, immediately reaching to ruffle Eddieâs hair with a dramatic gasp.Â
âWow, still no shampoo, I see,â she teases.Â
Eddie just grins. âHair day is an event. Only happens on Wednesdays, Buckley.â
Steve shakes his head, turning to hug you. âYou look amazing.â
You laugh softly. âSo do you. Look at you, allâŠmature and stuff,â you say, gesturing between them when you pull away.Â
âYeah. Adult lives I guess. Had to leave everything to fly in this morning,â he explains, gesturing between them. âNo way we were missing Hendersonâs big day.â
Robin nods. âI cried twice already. Steve wonât admit it, but I saw his misty eyes too.â
Steve rolls his eyes but smiles anyways, then he claps Eddieâs shoulder. âHey, weâre gonna hang with the guys at the WSQK. Let the kids do their thing, you know. You guys should come.â
You realize that the kids have scattered over, indeed doing their thing now that the high of the ceremony is wearing off.Â
Eddie smirks, sliding his hand into yours. âWouldnât miss it, Harrington.âÂ
The sun is slowly hiding behind Hawkins silhouette, painting the sky in gorgeous hues of gold. The WSQK rooftop feels familiar. Feels like home as laughter between old friends fills the air. Nancy, Jonathan, Robin, Steve and the power couple.Â
Youâve dragged out a bunch of folding chairs, and a couple of crates for a makeshift table. But youâre not sitting in your own chair though, youâre in Eddieâs lap, secured with his arm wrapped firmly around you as your body settles into his.Â
Steve reaches into the red cooler next to him, fetching the first round of beers and passing them around the group. Youâre at the end of the half circle, so he stands up to hand yours. He gives one to Eddie first.Â
âHere you go, man.â
Eddie accepts it with a grin, already sipping the cold beverage, then Steve offers a bottle to you.
âHere. Got your favorite, if I recall correctly,â he says fondly, almost making you feel bad to say no to his hopeful face.Â
âIt is my favorite,â you smile softly, pushing it gently back with a shake of your head. âBut sorry, Steve. I canât.â
Eddie, without missing a beat, places his bottle on the floor with a clink. âIâll take that one too,â he chuckles, welcoming the one meant for you with his free hand.Â
All eyes land on you.Â
âWait. Wait. What do you mean you canât??â Robin perks up on her seat, as Nancy squints at you. âWhat does that mean?â
You glance at Eddie, biting your lip. Heâs already grinning like the smug bastard he is. He shifts behind you, straightening up slightly, his chest presses to your back as his arm slides lower across your waist, until his palm rests over your belly protectively.Â
âLetâs just sayâŠthere might be a little Munson on the way,â he drawls dramatically. Of course he does. Heâs so proud his eyes crinkle from how big he smiles.Â
The next thing you hear is a mix of squeals, clapping and a few beer bottles being knocked over. Nancy and Jonathan are sitting the closest to you, rising up with their arms outstretched and surprised smiles, but Robin is the first out of her seat.Â
âOH MY GOD, NO WAY!â
Sheâs sprinting full speed toward you before you even stand, and nearly tackles you as you rise off Eddieâs lap, squeezing you in a hug so tight it lifts you onto your toes.
âWere you guys not gonna TELL US? What the hell is wrong with you!â Robin scolds, but she smiles through every single word.Â
Steve, Nancy and Jonathan circle you, patting Eddie on the back as they wait for Robin to let you go, muttering âcongratulationsâ and âno wayâ in disbelief. You laugh shakily, feeling overwhelmed and absolutely loved. The damn hormones make you a crying mess again, tears stinging your eyes from how loud and pure it all feels.Â
âEddie, you're going to be the best dad!â Robin beams, slapping his arm. âIâm just kidding, youâre out of your depth, man. I fear for this child,â she jokes, and Eddie chuckles shakily through his own tears as she throws herself into his arms too.Â
Jonathan finally reaches you, hugging you from the side. âCongrats, thatâs amazing,â he says softly.Â
Once he lets you go, Nancy cups your face lovingly. Her eyes are glossy too as she nods reassuringly. âYouâre going to be the most badass mom.âÂ
You canât even talk. All you do is nod and wipe the tears off your face as Eddie places a hand on your back to hold you up because he knows you canât do it by yourself.Â
âAlright, my turn!â
Before you can blink Steve scoops you up in a spin, lifting you off the ground and twirling you so fast it makes your laughter bubble out.Â
âSTEVE!â you squeal, holding onto his shoulders. âPut me down!â
âNuâuh. I can do this all day!â
âHey!â Eddie calls him out, placing a hand on his arm. âOkay, Harrington, thatâs enough. Thatâs the mother of my child youâre spinning around like a record.â
Steve carefully sets you down, hands going up in surrender with a laugh. âSheâs got the glow, man. I couldnât help it.â
âShe does,â Nancy agrees.Â
Robin nods enthusiastically, eyes going up and down your figure. âYouâre so annoying, look at your glow. No wonder you look so hot.âÂ
You roll your eyes, but your cheeks go hot with flustering.
âWell, I was gonna tell you guys later. We had a whole likeâŠlittle thing planned and everything. But I guess it just came out,â you shrug.Â
Eddie wraps his arms around you again from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.
âItâs better this way. Best surprise of the night,â he says.Â
Robin wipes her eyes dramatically. âOkay, does anyone else have a secret baby I need to know about before I combust?âÂ
Nancy snorts. âDonât look at me.â
You all laugh again.
Once the emotions settle, everyone goes back to their seats, warm from all the hugs and the joy and the fact that thereâs gonna be a little Munson in the world.
Youâre back in Eddieâs lap, and his arms are still wrapped around your waist, if anything more protective now, even among your awesome friends. The conversation and the beer keep flowing, as you sip from the can of soda Eddie went to fetch for you.Â
âThey have you teaching sex ED?â Nancy asks in disbelief after Robin slipped the fact like it was nothing.Â
âYeah. I teach about the miracle of life and how not to accidentally start it,â Steve chuckles, a pink tint taking over his cheeks.Â
âYou know I think some of those classes wouldâve been useful for you two,â Robin says, pointing at you without missing a beat.Â
âOh no,â you smirk. âHe definitely knew what he was doing the whole time.âÂ
The suggestive tone you use and the way Eddie buries his face on your neck to place a hot kiss make the group collectively groan.Â
âYou guys are disgusting," Robin scowls, pretending to gag.Â
âHeyâbe nice. The baby might be named after you.âÂ
âReally??â
âNo,â you snort. Robin flips you off as the group laughs. âThough Eddieâs been trying to convince me to name the baby Dustin.â
Eddie chokes on his beer.
âHey!â he laughs, face flushing red. âYou didnât have to throw me under the bus like that.â
You giggle. âThey would eventually find out the name of our baby, honey.â
But he shakes his head. âUnbelievable. Betrayed by my own wife.â
âFor the record, thatâs gonna be my name for my firstborn, man! Get your own!â Steve says, pointing at Eddie.Â
âWell. Dustin always thought I was cooler. Heâd be honored.â Eddie smirks.Â
Steve scoffs. âPlease. Who knew him first?â
âOh donât bullshit me with that, manââ
âOh my god,â Robin groans.Â
Nancy sighs into her drink. âHere we go again.â
âSome things never change,â you say, smiling impossibly bigger as you place a kiss on Eddieâs cheek.Â
âI just think itâs a beautiful, powerful name. Dustin Munson? Thatâs got a ring to it.âÂ
âDustin Harrington has a better ring.â
âAre we just ignoring the fact that you donât even have a firstborn to name yet, Steve?â Jonathan chimes in with an amused smile.Â
âYeah. What happened, Harrington? No nuggets yet?â Nancy adds.Â
Steve laughs sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. âNo. Not yet. ButâŠwho knows, Kristen might be the one.â
The group goes ooooh, making him blush further.Â
Robin chuckles. âDidnât you say that about the last five girls you dated?â
âOkay. Thatâs harsh, Buckley.â
She still goes on and mentions every single woman name she can think of. Which ends up beingâŠa lot.Â
Until Eddie speaks up. âHey, come on Robs. Cut him some slack. When you knowâŠyou know. Right, Harrington?â
Steve softens in his seat, then nods. âYeah. Yeah, youâre right.â
Eddie turns to you, but youâre already looking at him. Your fingers are laced with his where they rest on your belly. You could almost melt looking at those glassy brown eyes.Â
ââŠI always knew,â he adds, gaze never wavering.Â
You donât even have to say anything. Itâs in your smile. It's in the way you slip your hand past the opening of his shirt. In the way you lean and bring him into a passionate kiss like itâs only the two of you and the little heartbeat under your skin that completes your world.Â
Except. Youâre not. The collective groaning makes you laugh into Eddieâs lips just as he slips his tongue past your lips.Â
âYou guys are disgusting,â Nancy rolls her eyes, but sheâs smiling.Â
âI can confirm now I actually donât know,â Steve chuckles, looking away at the sunset.Â
Robin is a little more dramatic, flopping over the arm of her chair. âBoooo. Iâm gonna puke. Stop it. Stop being so in loveâitâs physically painful.â
You and Eddie just laugh as you pull back. You clean the smudge of lipstick on his mouth, as he plants a kiss on your shoulder.Â
âJealousyâs a disease, Buckley,â he says, flipping her off.Â
Jonathan chuckles, shaking his head.Â
Steve just raises his bottle. âTo disgusting love.â
âTo disgusting love,â you say, holding up the can, unable to tear your eyes from Eddieâs. Â
Itâs dark outside as your driver takes you to Dustinâs house, where he insisted you spend the night over before you had to leave the next day. You're wearing Eddieâs blazer, nuzzled against his chest on the backseat.Â
âYouâre quiet,â you whisper.Â
âJust thinking, sweetheart.â
ââŠAbout what?â
He shifts in his seat, gaze set on the moving streets outside. ââŠAbout how insane today was. Dustin flipping off Higgins. The kids. Robin crying. Steve twirling you like a Disney princess. You crying. I meanâŠâ He laughs under his breath. âOnly in Hawkins, man. Iâve missed thisâ
You chuckle, âIâve missed it too.â
âBut.. Iâm mostly thinking about you. And the baby. AboutâŠwhat happens next.â Heâs still looking at the window, before he sighs. âYou think weâll be any good at this? I mean, logistically. Baby, I got a new tour coming, rehearsals, press, like shit, do I need to start adding lullabies to the tracklist?â He chuckles, masking the shakiness in his voice.Â
You just reach up, placing your fingers on his jaw to gently make him look at you. âI think weâll figure it out, Eddie. Itâs not gonna be easyâŠbut weâre kind of used to doing the impossible.âÂ
He nods.Â
âIâm glad I have you,â he adds after a moment. âBecause if they grow up seeing how you love, how you protect people, how you shineâŠtheyâre gonna be just fine.â
You stare at him. The streetlights roll past in soft waves, painting him in golden stripes and everything feels justâŠperfect. A few years ago you thought you could never have a life like this. But itâs here. Heâs here.Â
âOh shit. Didnât mean to make you cry again baby,â he says when he sees your eyes glistening, his hand travels to your cheek to wipe the tears away.Â
âIâm okay,â you shake your head and reach for his hand again. âYou justâŠyou said everything I didnât know I needed to hear.â
âI mean every word,â he gives you that boyish smile that would keep you up all night when you were back in high school. âThis is our year, angel. I can feel it.â
You want to slap him and jump his bones at the same time. Again. Because heâs perfect. And stupid. And stupidly perfect. And heâs yours.Â
Your Eddie. Your life. Your year.Â
âYeah. Yeah it is.â
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