Summary: Eddie finally said those words you had been waiting so long to hear. Now? Now comes the after of it all just as the storm is approaching.
TW: 18+, mdni, chars 18+, smut, PIV, oral f receiving, public sex, outdoor sex, biting, profanity, scratching
Word count: 3.3k
Authors note: This is part three of a three-part series. Find Part One here. Find Part Two here.
I’m in love with you.
That’s what Eddie had said. The words were ones you never thought you would hear. You started to think you had feelings for Eddie back when the two of you were just in middle school, but the risk of ruining your friendship wasn’t worth it.
So you stayed quiet. You said nothing. Did nothing. It was difficult, especially when Eddie would talk to you about the girls he had a crush on. There weren’t a ton of them, thankfully, but the few that did exist always bothered you.
But now he was standing in front of you, not only saying he liked you. No. He was in love with you.
“For how long?” You asked in almost a breathless tone. It felt as if every word spoken took gallons of energy from you.
“What?” Eddie asked, not so much confused as he was just wondering where all of this was coming from.
A drop of water splashed on your shoulder. Then another on your head. One hit Eddie right on the forehead. Rain. The clouds were closing in around the two of you as rain began to fall, slowly at first. Almost matching the movement of the conversation.
“How long have you been in love with me?” You asked with a louder voice as the rain fell faster. Harder. Eddie’s eyes danced around yours, his curls starting to stick to his forehead the more wet they became from the worsening weather.
“For as long as I can remember.” Eddie finally spoke, almost so soft you could barely hear it. You were both drenched now, the rain soaking the two of you as it came down harder and harder. The clouds covered the area to the point that it almost felt like nighttime now.
Eddie took exactly three steps before his hands grabbed your face. He pulled you into a kiss that had been building up for years. You felt his tongue sliding into your mouth as your body started to press into his.
You felt Eddie pull you tighter to him, like the two of you didn’t want to leave one another. You had been inseparable since you became friends, but this? This felt like a gap that was finally closing after years of being open.
Eddie pushed you back a bit, pressing you until your back was up against a tree. Even through every movement, your lips never parted. The kiss was passionate and everlasting, or at least it felt so in that moment.
“I’ve spent years dreaming of this.” Eddie husked into your mouth as he pulled his jacket off. He reached for your shirt next, sliding his hand under the damp material as he grazed his fingers across your abdomen. He moved up to your breasts, squeezing over the bra as a groan slipped from his lips to yours.
Years.
Eddie had been dreaming of doing this to you for years. The thought alone was enough to pull a long moan from your own lips. You let your hand trace down to his pants as you fumbled with his buckle. You couldn’t move fast enough. Neither of you could. Years of waiting for this, and the clothes couldn’t seem to come off fast enough.
Your shirt finally pulled off, tossed to the side in the pouring rain. The tree you were standing under shaded the two of you a bit, but not enough to stop the two of you from being drenched. That feeling only somehow made the moment that much more sensual. The feeling of wet hands sliding so easily over damp skin.
“I need you, Eddie.” You whispered into his mouth as your bra was tossed to the side with your already forgotten shirt. You managed to pull Eddie’s shirt off as well, both of you just down to your underwear. Eddie leaned back just a touch so that he could take you in.
His eyes roamed over your body as he scanned it as if he had never really seen you before. He took in every crevice, every curve. He noticed even the smallest of imperfections on your body, the ones that he had spent years yearning to see.
As he stared at you, you let your eyes stare back at him. You noticed the scars on his chest from the attack in the upside-down. You noticed his chest rising and falling from each heavy breath as the rain continued to pour down around the two of you.
Your hand reached up, slowly and carefully. You took your pointer finger and ever so gently pressed it against the scar. You followed it down, across his chest, and towards his abdomen. You remembered the moment you cleaned this wound, how you stitched together the part on the side that was too widely opened.
Eddie placed his own hand over yours as you reached the bottom of the scar. He held it there, taking a step closer to you so that your back was fully up against the tree behind you now. You tilted your head, leaning back to stare up at him as his eyes danced around yours with a desire so deep you could practically taste it on your tongue.
“You have me.”
That was the last thing you remember hearing from Eddie before he smashed his lips to yours once more. He cupped your face again, holding it just for a second before he traced all down your body. He let his hands slip into the band of your panties, pulling them off quickly as you did the same with his boxers. You broke the kiss for a second to look down as Eddie’s length pointed right at you. It was bigger than you had imagined, especially for someone as thin as Eddie. He wasn’t weak, not at all, but he was more lean than most his age.
Eddie let you look for just a moment before he wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up. Your legs instantly wrapped around him as your arms went behind his neck. Your hand ran through the ends of his hair while you both continued the kiss. Eddie turned around and carried you to where his jacket lay on the ground. He placed you on top of it, careful not to hurt you but forceful enough for you to let out a small moan at the swift movement.
“Is this okay?” Eddie asked as he managed to move his lips to your neck. You moaned, nodding ever so softly as your legs stayed wrapped around him while your fingers dug into his back. You could feel yourself getting more and more soaked by the second, and not just from the rain.
“More than okay…” You whimpered out, needing him more than you needed air right now. Eddie kissed your neck, sucking and biting and leaving marks. Marks that he would smirk at the next time he saw you. Marks that Steve would tease the two of you about, and Robin would groan in annoyance when she saw them, saying Thank god you two fucked it was about time.
Eddie let his hand tease down between your legs. He brushed his fingers against your inner thigh, causing the breath to hitch in your throat as you waited for more. The anticipation. The build-up. How was he so fucking good at this?
“Tell me you want this,” Eddie whispered into your neck as he left more marks. Your fingers dug deeper into his back as he moved his own fingers closer to your inner thigh. He moved them up at such a slow rate that you were ready to beg for more.
“I want this. I need this.” You said through a heavy breath. Eddie pulled away from your neck only to kiss your chest. He moved down to your breasts, letting his tongue map out every single little inch of you.
“Say it again.” He said in a more demanding voice than you had ever heard before. Eddie himself wasn’t even sure where it was coming from, this dominance that was starting to take over. Perhaps it was all the years of waiting to do this to you, all the years of him watching other guys make their moves on you. Guys that didn’t even deserve a second of your breath in Eddie’s eyes.
You let your hands reach down to cup Eddie’s face as he moved away from your nipples. You gently pulled his face up, letting your eyes lock onto his as your lips stayed just centimeters away from one another.
“I. Want. You.” You finally said, each word coming out between heavy breaths. Eddie stared for just one second before he moved his fingers up to your warmed center. He found your swollen bud, circling over it as your mouth opened wider for more moans to come out. Eddie couldn’t take it anymore. The sight of you so vulnerable to him was driving him insane. He grabbed his length, pumping just a few times before he slid it in.
The second he pushed inside of you, it felt as if all was suddenly right in the world. The upside down. Vecna. The corrupted government. None of it mattered right now. The only thing that seemed important was the two of you sharing this intimate moment together.
Eddie started to thrust, slow at first as your legs opened a bit wider. God, he could go deep. You felt it. Your back arched as he pushed a bit faster, and you felt a small bit of pain mixing with the pleasure. It was incredible.
“Fuck! Eddie please…don’t stop…” You begged, pleading for more. Eddie pressed his lips to yours, kissing you a few times before pulling back, but letting his forehead stay against your own.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, love…” He whispered as he pushed deeper into you. This was everything you had been dreaming of. Everything you had been waiting for. And it was better than you ever could have fucking imagined.
Eddie let his arms go behind your back as he cradled you against him. Your forehead stayed pressed on his, the rain still coating the two of you as he thrusted harder and harder. He let out groans; the pleasure he felt from you was painted all over his face.
“You feel…so…fucking…incredible.” He said between thrusts as he let his lips kiss in different areas. Your own lips. Your neck. Your collarbone. He couldn’t get enough of you. If he were an illness, you were the cure he had spent years waiting for. You were like a drug in his veins in the best possible way. He was feeling you in the most pleasurable way one person could feel another. And he couldn’t get enough.
“Faster…please, Eddie…I need it…” You whispered as he continued to hold you. He did just as you asked, going faster while his dampened curls moved around his face. Your heart raced, feeling the pleasure starting to wash over you.
“Scream for me. I want to hear you as you finish–” Eddie said as he watched your eyes start to roll back. He sat up just enough so that he could pull your leg up higher, allowing him to go even deeper. Your hands reached for his forearms as you held on tightly.
“Fuck! Just like that!” You screamed out, feeling the orgasm start to hit hard. Juices flowed from you to Eddie’s length, hard enough to push him out. He pulled back only to stare down at what he had accomplished.
You were a mess. A beautiful fucking mess. And Eddie had never felt prouder. He slowly let your leg down as you tried to catch your breath. But he wasn’t even giving you a second to process what had just happened before he was lowering himself between your legs. He needed it. He needed to taste you on his tongue. He wrapped his hands around your thighs as he pulled your legs apart and pushed his tongue between your already soaked slit.
“Eddie, wait! It’s s-sensitive!” You muttered, but he wasn’t listening. He pushed his tongue deeper against you, moving it slowly at first as your body twitched. Your back arched a bit before you settled back down. Eddie never took his eyes off you. Not once.
His tongue moved faster while he groaned at the insane taste of you. It was the best thing he had ever had on his tongue by fucking far. He flicked his tongue faster, watching as your body curled and writhed with more and more pleasure.
“How-how are you so good at this?” You breathed out, not really wanting to know. Your hands reached up, pushing back some of his hair as you bucked your hips a bit. You pushed deeper into his face as his tongue moved in ways you couldn’t even imagine.
It was long before a second orgasm was hitting. Eddie kept his tongue on you until your body was flesh against his jacket once more, laid out from exhaustion. He crawled back up over you, staring at the face he found so damn beautiful.
“You taste incredible.” He whispered before he leaned down to kiss you. You lazily let your arms wrap around his neck once more as your legs fell open. Eddie managed to push himself into you without even really trying. It was like his body just knew where to find yours. Like the two of you were just made perfectly for one another.
The sex had moved from passionate to slow. Romantic. Eddie wasn’t going hard or fast, but each movement still felt like the best thing you had ever experienced. The two of you stayed wrapped up in one another as the pleasure continued to grow.
“I could do this with you forever…” Eddie whispered as he moved inside of you. You felt your smile grow a bit, staring up at him with doe eyes as you watched the pleasure grow on his face as well.
“So do it. Forever…” You whispered back while Eddie’s smile grew now. He leaned down, kissing you in a soft and longing way. His hands held your waist as you arched a bit. He lifted you from the arch, thrusting just a bit faster now. He was close. Extremely close. And as much as he wanted to fill you up, he didn’t want to overstep any boundaries. He laid you back down and pulled out, stroking just a few times until his seed was coated all over your stomach.
Once he finished, he let his head fall back just a bit, and the rain hit against his face while his eyes shut tight. This moment. Right here. This was the best moment of his life so far.
After the pleasure washed over him, he reached for his undershirt and used it to clean both of you up. You both managed to find your clothes, as soaked as they were, and threw them back on. Eddie kept his arm around you as the two of you rushed back to his house in the never-ending rain that continued to pour.
“Want to borrow some clothes?” Eddie asked once you were back in his trailer. You nodded while he flashed you a small closed-mouth smile. He grabbed some spare clothes, and the two of you changed.
You fell into the bed together, dry and warm, finally. Eddie wrapped his arms around you as he pulled you close to him in his bed. You pulled the blanket up over the two of you as you stared at one another with smiles that never seemed to go away.
“You never said it back, you know?” Eddie said in that soft voice of his. The one that you only heard late at night, usually when he was exhausted but still wanted to talk to you. You scrunched your face up, causing Eddie to let out a small laugh.
“Say what back?” You asked with confusion. Eddie reached up, brushing back a piece of your hair that was already starting to dry. He let his hand trace down it, letting the end of your hair twirl around his finger a bit.
“That you love me.” He finally whispered. The tone almost held a bit of fear. As if even after everything the two of you just did, you still didn’t feel the same way. You let one hand curl up to his cheek as your thumb carefully grazes against his skin.
Your eyes sparkled at him, making sure he knew that what you were about to say wasn’t something to be afraid of. If anything, what you were about to say was something Eddie had been waiting years to hear.
“I love you too, Eddie.” You said softly, feeling your smile grow as the words slipped out. Eddie smiled instantly. Any bit of fear he felt was gone the second those words moved from your lips to his ears.
He pulled you into a tight hug, causing you to giggle as he rolled you a bit in the bed. He finally let go, rolling onto his back as he stared up at the ceiling and let out the longest sigh.
“You have no idea how badly I needed to hear that.” He said through laughs as you moved to his chest. You laid both hands on his chest while your chin rested on top of your hands. Eddie finally let his gaze move to you, his eyes sparkling now as well.
“Do you really think I’d have sex with you in the rain if I didn’t feel the same way, loser?” You said, teasing a word that the two of you always teased one another. Eddie laughed, that kind of laugh that filled the room and sent goosebumps over your arms.
“Hey! Maybe you just wanted sex!” He said through laughs. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head a bit as you let out a few more giggles. Both of your laughs died down to sighs as a feeling of comfort and closeness washed over the two of you.
“Yes, I wanted sex, but more than that, I just wanted you, Eddie. I love you. You’re all I need in this crazy world we live in.” You said in a soft tone. It was enough to practically melt Eddie’s heart. He had spent almost his entire life just wanting someone to love him. Someone to care about him. All he wanted was to feel loved. And with you, he finally felt it.
Eddie pulled you back into his arms as the two of you lay on your sides. He stared at you, rubbing his hand carefully up and down your back. This was it. Eddie knew it. No matter what happened in life, this was going to be the moment that he always looked back on when he wanted to remember what pure and true happiness felt like.
He leaned in, giving you one more soft and longing kiss before pulling back. Then, he said something that would stick with you for the rest of your life. He said something that the two of you would repeat back to one another through every difficult thing you would ever experience in life together.
“No matter what’s going on, my life will be perfect. As long as I have you.”
sypnosis: Gator Tillman is notorious for not knocking on the door before entering
pairing: Gator Tillman X (friend)fem!Reader
cw: lowkey perv!gator, female masturbation, unprotected p in v, orgasm denial?, subish gator
a/n: I hope you guys like this!! requests are open!!❤️
Gator Tillman is infamous for walking into rooms without knocking.
There had been plenty of times when Gator had “accidentally” walked in on you while you were changing. At first, you brushed it off as Gator being clueless. Still, as it kept happening, you started to get annoyed, telling him he needs to start knocking. After that, he started to knock, but as time went on, his progress of knocking decayed, and you just started to deem it as a regular thing.
One evening, you invited Gator over to watch a movie and get some takeout. You told him six, giving yourself some time to prepare. You cleaned your room, made your bed, and put away your clothes. But you finished early, leaving you with an hour until Gator was going to come over. Throughout cleaning, every time you thought about Gator, you felt this needy ache grow between your legs; you tried to ignore it, and now, with time left over, you felt yourself needing to relieve your needs, so you do. Thinking about Gator as you begin to remove your bra from under your shirt, then groping your breasts as your nipples harden at the sensation, causing soft wimpers to leave your mouth. Toying with your nipples long enough to get yourself dripping wet, you slip one of your hands into the waistband of your panties. Gathering the slick on your fingers, then rubbing your clit as you grope one of your boobs in the other, biting on your lower lip to muffle the pretty moans that are escaping your mouth, but it’s no use; you are so worked up and needy you can’t muffle your moans of pleasure. That's when the door swings open. You don’t hear it at first because you're so caught up in your pleasure, you can feel yourself nearing your end, and begin to rub your clit mercilessly, bucking your hips up and rolling your eyes back, letting Gator's name slip from your soft lips.
“Gator?!?” You shout, confused, seeing him lean against your bedroom entrance.
“Gator, get out!” You say, panicked, trying your best to cover yourself with your blanket.
“I’m sorry, what was that, sweetheart? Didn’t quite catch that.” He says in a smug tone as he licks his lips, striding confidently towards you. “Cuz I think I heard ya say my name more than once,” He says, looking down at your flushed face.
“You really need to learn how to knock,” You say in a bratty tone. “You weren’t supposed to be here for another hour; what are you doing here?” You huff, looking over at your alarm clock.
“Got off early and picked up your favorite,” He smirked, lifting the takeout bag.
“Whatever, just go set up in the living room, and I’ll be there in a second,” You say in a frustrated tone, sitting up with the sheet still wrapped around you. Gator didn’t move; he just stood leaning against your bedroom entrance with that dumb, smug smirk on his face. So you decide to shoo him away, locking the door behind him, dropping the sheet off your body once you hear his boots trail off and into your living room. You quickly toss your shirt back on and exit your room and into the living room to be met with Gator actually doing what you said; he plated the food onto some dishes and already had the movie chosen.
“Thanks,” You say softly, joining him on the couch.
“No problem, princess.” He smiles and turns on the movie, already digging into his food.
You pick at your food, barely paying attention to the movie on the screen, wondering how to bring up what just happened. Gator takes notice of this and speaks up.
“So you always moan my name when yer touchin yourself?” He says in an unfazed tone before taking another bite of his food.
The abruptness of his words causes you to choke on your drink. “Excuse me?” You choke out.
“I think it’s hot that you think about me when ya get yer self off,” He says, shooting you a wink and a smirk.
You were at a loss for words; you wished the floor would just cave in and eat you at his point.
“I-I do not think about you when I’m doing that.” You lie horribly.
“Really?” He says, turning to look at your face that has clearly grown flustered from his words. “So I guess I must have misheard you whining my name then.”
“Probably, I mean you're so self-absorbed, you think everything is about you.” You shoot back in a witty tone.
“Sweetheart, I know what I heard.” He says in a more possessive tone now, looking at you with lustful eyes. “Now, I’m gonna ask ya one more time: do you think about me when yer getting yourself off?” He says in a steady voice, his eyes trailing your face to observe you further.
You look down at the couch to hide your embarrassment and answer softly, “Sometimes.”
“Say that one more time for me, baby.” He says, lifting your chin to meet his gaze.
“Sometimes”
“Tell me what you think about?” He says, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb.
“I just think about you, the way you do things for me without asking, how good you look in your uniform.” You smile, grabbing onto his hand on your cheek and removing it, bringing your face closer to his. “Do you think about me?” You ask, your lips brushing against his.
“Shit, baby, all the time.”
You smile at his answer and give him a soft peck, pulling away to see his reaction. He pulls you back instantly, running his hands through your hair, gripping your neck lightly, and pulling you into his lap.
You break the kiss for a second and just cup his face with your hands, looking at him with admiration. “You still owe me,” You say before kissing along his jawline.
“For what?”
“I didn’t get to come earlier.” You say into his ear, nipping at it. “You ruined it.” You pull away, looking at him with a fake pout.
“Poor baby, let me make it up to you,” He says, pulling you back in for a kiss and gripping your waist.
You roll against the growing bulge in his pants as the kisses become more sloppy and heated, until you both are gasping for air. You break the kiss, panting. You snake your hand down to Gator's belt and begin to work it off eagerly as you look up at him, your eyes full of desire. You push down his pants and his boxers in one go; your eyes widen at Gator’s impressive length and girth. You look up at him only to be met with his dumb, smug smile he always has on his face. You spit a little in your hand and begin to work your hand up and down his length, his tip oozing with pre-cum.
“Fuck, baby,” He groans, bucking his hips up into your hands. You continue to jerk him off until you can tell he is reaching his end, and pull away your hand.
“What’d you do that for?” He pants, with a slight undertone of frustration.
“You don’t get to come until I say so,” You say, standing up and stripping off your clothes. He looks at you, watching your movements with predatory intensity.
You sit back on his lap and align his girthy, sensitive tip with your dripping pussy. You sink painfully slow, clawing at his shoulders as you do so, adjusting to his cock. Once you sink slowly, you begin to move your hips up and slam down hard onto his cock, moaning each time. Every time you do this, Gator lets out a helpless whimper as your pace grows faster.
“ ‘m p-please let me come,” He begs hopelessly, squeezing the flesh on your waist intensely.
“Not until I say so; you did ruin my orgasm earlier, didn’t you?” You say, grabbing his jaw tightly. “Didn’t you?” You ask again, your grasp on his jaw growing stronger.
“Y-yes, yes I did, I’m sorry,” He pants.
“You can come once I come, okay baby,” You say in a cynical tone, placing a kiss on his flushed, plump lips.
You fuck yourself harder on Gator's cock, moaning each time his tip hits your spongy walls.
“Fuck Gator,” You moan out, as you feel yourself reaching your peak. “Your cock is so big, filling me up so good.” You pant as your rhythm is now gone and you’re now fucking yourself faster to reach your orgasm.
“S-shit” You yelp as your pussy flutters around his cock. Your ears begin to ring, and your vision goes white, at the similtaniously, Gator comes, filling your cunt with his hot seed.
You lie your head on his chest, and his head drops to the crook of your neck, placing soft kisses along your neck and stroking your hair as you both come down from your high. You turn his face to meet his and kiss him passionately as his cock begins to soften inside your cunt.
“Think I need to start walking in on you more often.” He laughs against your lips. “Let me get up and clean you so we can eat,” He says, placing soft smacks against your ass. You begin to sit up, whincing at the loss of him as his cum drips out of your cunt. You lie back on the couch as he gets up and returns with a damp washcloth, cleaning his and your spend from your thighs and your pussy. He carefully helps you get redressed, then pulls himself together. After you sit back on the couch, curled in his arms, picking out a new movie and continuing to eat the food you abandoned.
“It’s cold now.” You frown as you chew on your food. “You owe me new food,” You joke as you continue to eat your food and watch the movie, playing with his hand in your lap.
“I’ll get you anything you want; you just say it, and you've got it.” He smiles as he takes a bite from his food.
description: (this might be the cutest fucking thing i've ever written) eddie being soft in all the ways you wouldn’t expect: sneaking up behind you saying “close your eyes,” always pressing something small and shiny into your hand, pulling you into his space like you belong there. quiet moments that turn into something bigger, a little chaos, a lot of sweetness, and a boy who says “mine” like he means it.
pairing: boyfriend!eddie x you (fem!reader)
tags: boyfriend!eddie, soft!eddie, touch-starved x touchy bf, you might need a fucking root canal after how fluffy this shit is, acts of service, gift giving love language, "mine", loses his mind about you in his clothes, constantly reading to you, non-sexual intimacy, soft-dom eddie, domestic fluff, fake?! proposal!?
TW: giggling and kicking your feet may occur, proceed with caution
WC: 4.5k
A/N: oh my GOD YOU ARE NOT READY OMFGGSGGDG. this request came in from @mymind-is-a-warrior i hope i did your vision justice!! reblogs are always appreciated <33. much love, enjoy friends!
The hallway is loud in that particular way it always is between periods, lockers slamming, voices bouncing off tile, someone’s cassette player bleeding tinny music into the chaos, and you’re halfway through spinning the dial on your locker.
“Miss me, sweetheart?”
His voice is low, right by your ear, all gravel and teasing warmth.
Before you can even react, there’s a hand at your waist, the other catching your wrist, and he’s spinning you around like you weigh nothing, like this is second nature, like you belong right there in his orbit.
“Eddie—” you start, but you’re already smiling, already gone for him.
He grins like he’s just pulled off the greatest magic trick in the world, hair falling into his eyes, rings glinting as he lifts a finger in front of your face. “Ah, ah. No talking. Close your eyes.”
You narrow yours instead, suspicious. “That sounds like a trap.”
“It’s a gift,” he corrects, mock offended, pressing a hand dramatically to his chest. “Jesus, you wound me.”
You huff a quiet laugh, but you listen, because it’s him, and you let your eyes fall shut. The hallway noise fades a little, or maybe it’s just that you’re suddenly hyper-aware of him.
“Hand,” he murmurs.
You lift it without question.
There’s a pause, like he’s taking his time on purpose, like he knows anticipation is half the fun, and then something cool presses against your finger. He slides it on slowly, like it means something, and it’s not just a joke.
“Okay,” he says softly, voice dropping just a fraction. “Open.”
You do.
It’s a ring, obviously, but not just any ring. It’s silver, a little worn in a way that feels intentional, the band thicker than anything delicate, and set into it is a small black stone, dark and glossy, catching the fluorescent lights just enough to gleam. It’s a little edgy, a little dramatic, very him.
You turn your hand slightly, watching it catch the light. “Eddie…”
He’s watching you like he’s waiting for a verdict, like your reaction matters more than he’d ever admit out loud, though the way he’s practically vibrating gives him away. “Saw it at the flea market this weekend,” he says, trying for casual and missing by a mile. “Thought of you. Y’know. Dark, mysterious, probably cursed—”
“It’s perfect,” you cut in, looking back up at him.
Something in his expression softens immediately, the edge of his grin melting into something warmer, quieter. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” You flex your fingers, the ring settling comfortably like it’s always belonged there. “You didn’t have to—”
“I know,” he shrugs, but there’s that fondness in his eyes again, unmistakable. “I wanted to. Gonna deck you out eventually, y’know. One ring for every time you put up with my bullshit.”
You snort. “So I’m gonna run out of fingers fast.”
“Hey,” he points at you, mock stern. “We can get creative.”
By lunch, you’ve already caught him staring at your hand more than once, like he can’t believe it’s still there, like it means more than just a piece of metal.
He laces his fingers through yours under the table, thumb brushing over the ring absentmindedly, and when you glance at him, he just gives you that lazy, crooked smile.
“Looks good on you, sweetheart,” he murmurs.
By the time you end up in his trailer, the light’s already starting to dim, that soft gold slipping into something quieter, and you’re sprawled across his bed with a textbook propped open in your lap like it personally offended you.
You’ve been staring at the same paragraph for at least five minutes.
“Okay,” you mutter, dragging a hand down your face. “This is actually torture.”
Eddie, who’s halfway through digging around for something in a drawer, glances over at you, brows lifting. “Homework’s kicking your ass, sweetheart?”
“I’ve read this sentence, like, twelve times,” you complain, tapping the page. “And I couldn’t tell you a single word of it. My brain is… gone. Evaporated. Dead.”
He hums, shutting the drawer and wandering over, dropping onto the bed beside you with a soft bounce. “Lemme see.”
You angle the book toward him, already slumping sideways until your shoulder bumps his. “It’s so boring,” you add, quieter now. “And I’m so tired.”
He scans the page for a second, lips moving slightly as he reads, and then he glances down at you, something soft flickering across his face.
“Alright,” he says, like he’s just made a decision. “Gimme it.”
You blink. “What?”
“Gimme the book,” he repeats, holding out his hand.
You hesitate, suspicious. “Why?”
“I’ll read it to you.”
You stare at him for a beat, then let out a short laugh. “You hate reading.”
“Wow,” he says, pressing a hand to his chest like you’ve wounded him again. “First of all, rude. Second of all, I hate boring reading. Big difference.”
You squint at him. “This is literally boring reading.”
“Yeah,” he shrugs, taking the book from your hands anyway. “But you’re not.”
You feel your face warm just a little. “That was smooth.”
“I have my moments,” he shoots back, already flipping to your page. “Now, c’mere.”
You don’t argue. You never really do with him when he gets like this, all quietly insistent.
You shift closer, curling into his side, your head finding its place against his chest like it belongs there. His arm slides around you without hesitation, pulling you in, thumb brushing absently along your arm.
“Comfortable?” he murmurs.
“Mhm,” you hum, already softer.
“Good. Pay attention, this is gonna be riveting.”
You snort lightly as he starts reading, his voice dipping into that exaggerated seriousness for the first few lines, like he’s trying to make it entertaining for you.
He throws in a dramatic pause here and there, changes his tone just enough to make you smile, even if the content is still painfully academic.
“‘The socio—’ Jesus Christ,” he mutters under his breath, then clears his throat. “Okay, hang on, I got this.”
You laugh quietly against him. “Struggling, Munson?”
“Absolutely not,” he scoffs. “I am thriving. This is my calling, actually. Gonna drop out, become a professional textbook narrator.”
“Please do,” you mumble. “You’d make it bearable.”
“Damn right I would,” he says, softer now, the teasing easing into something warmer.
He keeps going, though, steady and patient, even when the words get dense, even when you can feel your focus slipping in and out.
Every now and then, his fingers drift up to your hair, gently combing through it, grounding you without pulling you out of the moment.
At some point, you realize you’re not even trying to read along anymore. You’re just listening to him, the cadence of his voice, the way his chest rises and falls under your cheek.
“Hey,” he murmurs after a while, glancing down when he feels you go a little heavier against him. “You still with me, sweetheart?”
“Barely,” you admit, eyes half-lidded. “But it’s not your fault.”
“Wow,” he says softly. “Devastating.”
You smile faintly. “You’re doing good.”
“Yeah?” his voice drops a little, quieter, more genuine. “Even though I supposedly hate reading?”
You tilt your head just enough to look up at him. “You don’t hate it. You just pretend to.”
He huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Don’t expose me like that.”
“Too late.”
There’s a small pause, and then he shrugs one shoulder, like he’s giving in.
“Maybe I just like reading to you,” he says, almost offhand, like it’s not something that’s been sitting in his chest for a while.
You tuck yourself a little closer into him, pressing your face into his shirt. “Good.”
His arm tightens around you just a bit.
“Yeah,” he murmurs, pressing a quick kiss into your hair before going back to the page. “Good.”
Somewhere between the third page and whatever long, winding sentence he’s currently fighting his way through, your focus slips completely.
Your body relaxes further into him, your head pressing more fully against his chest, your eyes drifting shut even though you’re still trying, in a half-hearted way, to listen.
“—and therefore the correlation between—” Eddie cuts himself off mid-sentence when he feels it, the shift in your weight, the way you’ve gone soft against him.
He glances down. You’re barely awake.
“Hey,” he murmurs, voice dropping instantly, careful not to startle you. His hand comes up to your hair, brushing it back from your face. “You’re crashing on me, sweetheart.”
“M’not,” you mumble, words slurring just slightly.
“Uh-huh,” he huffs a quiet laugh. “You definitely are.”
You make a small noise of protest, but you don’t move; if anything, you tuck yourself closer, like his warmth is something you can physically hold onto.
He looks at you for a second longer, something soft and almost helpless settling into his expression, like he’s completely gone over you in the best way.
“Stay,” he says gently. “Just stay here tonight.”
Your eyes blink open just enough to find his. “You sure?”
“Yeah,” he answers immediately, like it’s not even a question. His thumb traces lightly along your arm, grounding. “You’re halfway asleep anyway, might as well finish the process here.”
You let out a quiet breath, something easing in your chest. “Okay.”
The word is soft, but it’s enough. His grin flickers back, shorter this time, but just as warm. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Good,” he murmurs. “C’mon.”
He carefully shifts, easing you back onto the bed so you’re lying properly, one hand hovering near you like he’s making sure you’re settled before he pulls away. He disappears for a second, rifling through a pile of clothes near his dresser, muttering to himself under his breath.
“No, not that one… hold on…”
You watch him through half-lidded eyes, too tired to fully track what he’s doing, but aware of him, always.
“Alright,” he says finally, turning back around, holding up a shirt like it’s some grand reveal. “This one.”
You squint at it. “It’s just your shirt.”
“Hey,” he points at you. “It is not just my shirt. This is a classic. A staple. A cornerstone of my wardrobe.”
You let out a soft, sleepy laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he waves you off, walking back over. “Sit up, sweetheart.”
You do, slower this time, and he kneels on the bed in front of you, gentler now, hands finding the hem of your shirt.
“Arms up,” he murmurs.
You follow his lead, too tired to argue, letting him help you out of your clothes with an ease that feels natural. There’s nothing rushed about it, nothing that feels like anything other than care.
He pulls his shirt over your head, guiding your arms through the sleeves, fingers brushing your skin in a way that’s absent-minded but soft.
When it settles on you, it’s big, of course it is, hanging off your frame, collar slipping just enough, sleeves swallowing your hands. He just stares for a second.
“Jesus,” he breathes, barely above a whisper.
You blink up at him. “What?”
He shakes his head, like he doesn’t even have the words, one hand coming up to lightly tug at the fabric near your shoulder, like he’s grounding himself in the reality of it.
“You look…” he trails off, then huffs a quiet laugh, almost embarrassed by himself. “You look so fucking pretty in my stuff, it’s actually insane.”
You smile, slow and sleepy. “It’s just a shirt.”
“It’s not,” he counters immediately, softer now, his thumb brushing along your collarbone where the fabric dips. “It’s my shirt. On you.”
There’s something about the way he says it, like it means more than he’s explaining.
“C’mere,” he murmurs again, voice gentler than anything else.
You go, shifting closer, and he eases you back down onto the bed, pulling the blanket over you, then sliding in beside you without hesitation. His arms wrap around you like they’ve done this a hundred times, like it’s instinct, one hand settling at your back, the other threading into your hair again.
He tucks you into him, close, careful, like you’re something he’s been wanting to hold onto all day.
“My girl,” he murmurs, almost to himself, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.
You hum quietly, already drifting. He lingers there for a moment, just looking at you, taking you in like he’s committing it to memory, like this is something he never wants to forget.
“Sweetheart,” he whispers, softer still, brushing his nose lightly against your hair. “You’re gonna kill me looking like that.”
You don’t even have the energy to respond, just a faint smile ghosting across your lips.
He exhales, something warm and full settling deep in his chest, and pulls you just a little closer.
“Stay right here,” he murmurs. “Got you. All mine.”
And this time, when your breathing evens out completely, he doesn’t say anything else, just keeps his hand moving gently through your hair, like he could do it forever.
The Hideout is dim in that comfortable, familiar way, low lights, cigarette smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling, the hum of quiet conversation filling in the gaps between whatever song is playing on the jukebox.
You’re tucked into one of the booths near the back, fingers tracing absent circles along the condensation of your glass, still a little soft around the edges from the night before.
You’re still wearing the ring, of course you are. You’ve caught yourself looking at it more than once, turning your hand just slightly to watch it catch the light, like it’s something new every time.
He’s late. Not unusually so, but just enough that you’re starting to wonder if he got caught up with the band or his rust bucket of a van or something equally Eddie.
“Close your eyes.”
His voice is right there, low and warm against your ear, and it sends that immediate, familiar spark down your spine.
You barely have time to turn before he’s behind you, hands settling briefly at your shoulders like he’s steadying you.
You huff a quiet laugh, already smiling. “Eddie—”
“Uh-uh,” he cuts in softly. “Trust me, sweetheart. C’mon.”
You hesitate for half a second, more out of habit than anything, then let your eyes fall shut.
There’s movement around you, the subtle shuffle of him stepping away, the faint scrape of a chair, and then a small pause that stretches just long enough to make your curiosity spike.
“Okay,” he says. “Open.”
You do.
“Oh my god—Eddie?!”
He’s on one knee. Actually, on one knee, right there in the middle of the Hideout, hair falling into his face, hands slightly raised like he’s bracing for impact, and in one of them—
Another ring. Your brain short-circuits.
“Nonono—hey, hey,” he rushes out, eyes wide when he sees your expression, a nervous laugh slipping out. “Not proposing. Jesus, not— not yet anyway, don’t freak out—”
You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, hand flying to your chest. “You scared the shit out of me.”
“Yeah, I can see that,” he winces, then grins a little, sheepish but still very much himself. “Couldn’t just be normal about it, sorry.”
“You think?” you laugh, still recovering, but your eyes flick back to the ring in his hand, and your chest softens despite yourself. “What are you doing?”
He exhales, some of that nervous energy settling into something quieter, more genuine. His gaze lifts to meet yours, and for a second, the noise of the bar fades out, like it’s just the two of you in it.
“I just…” he starts, then huffs softly, shaking his head. “Okay, this is gonna sound lame as hell, but whatever.”
You smile, softer now. “I’m listening.”
He shifts slightly, still on one knee, thumb brushing over the ring like he’s grounding himself.
“I know it’s…early,” he says, slower this time, choosing his words carefully in a way he doesn’t always bother to. “And I’m not trying to, like, scare you off or anything. But I like you. A lot. Like, stupid amount.”
Your heart stutters.
“And I just wanted to give you something,” he continues, voice quieter now, a little rough around the edges, “that’s not just, like, a thing. More like…a promise, I guess.”
You tilt your head slightly. “A promise?”
“Yeah,” he nods, a small smile tugging at his mouth. “That I’m in this. With you. That I’m not going anywhere, unless you tell me to. That I’m gonna keep showing up behind you like a creep and giving you rings until you run out of fingers.”
You laugh, breathy and soft.
He shrugs one shoulder, eyes flicking down for a second before coming back to you. “Just…something you can look at and know you’ve got me. If you want that.”
“Eddie…” you murmur, a little overwhelmed in the best way.
He lifts the ring slightly. It’s different from the last one, thinner but still silver, with a subtle engraving along the band, something simple but intentional.
“No pressure,” he adds quickly. “You can say no. I’ll just—y’know—crawl under the nearest table and die quietly—”
You shake your head, cutting him off, a soft smile spreading across your face. “Shut up.”
He huffs a small laugh, and you extend your hand.
“I want it.”
Something in his expression just lights up.
“Yeah?” he breathes.
“Yeah.”
He slides it onto your finger, slower this time, more deliberate, like he’s aware of every second of it, like it matters. His fingers linger for just a moment longer than necessary, then he looks back up at you, that crooked, boyish grin settling in.
“Looks good on you,” he murmurs.
“Yeah,” you echo softly. “It does.”
There’s a pause. And then a whistle cuts through the air. Followed by clapping. Loud, unmistakable clapping.
You both turn, startled, to find half the bar watching you, a couple of guys at the counter already cheering, someone shouting, “SHE SAID YES!” like they’ve just witnessed the event of the century.
Your eyes go wide. “Oh my god—”
Eddie freezes for half a second, then looks back at you, grin spreading slowly, dangerously.
“Well,” he says, voice low with amusement. “Guess we’re engaged now.”
“Eddie!” you laugh, half hiding your face.
A waitress appears out of nowhere, sliding two drinks onto your table with a wink. “On the house for the happy couple.”
You gape at her. “We’re not—”
“She’s just shy,” Eddie cuts in smoothly, draping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. “Big moment.”
You smack his chest lightly, but you’re laughing. More cheers ripple through the bar, someone raising a glass in your direction, and Eddie leans in closer, lips brushing your ear.
“This is insane,” you whisper.
“I’m kind of loving it,” he whispers back.
You pull back just enough to look at him, shaking your head. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Hey,” he grins, lifting his drink. “Free drinks say otherwise.”
You laugh, leaning into him despite yourself.
He glances around once more, then back at you, eyes bright with that familiar mischief.
“You know what?” he says, thoughtful for all of two seconds. “I’m gonna have to do this again.”
You blink. “What?”
“Yeah,” he nods, completely serious in the most unserious way. “Different bar. Different crowd. New ring. Really milk the system.”
You stare at him, then laugh, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”
“But you love me,” he shoots back instantly.
You roll your eyes, smiling anyway, your fingers unconsciously brushing over the new ring.
“Yeah,” you admit softly. “I do.”
His expression softens just a fraction at that, something quieter slipping through the cracks of all his teasing.
“Good,” he murmurs, pulling you a little closer. “’Cause I meant it. The promise part.”
“I know,” you say.
The lake is quiet in that lazy, late-afternoon way, sunlight stretching long across the water, warm enough that it settles into your skin and stays there.
The grass is soft beneath the blanket, your shoes kicked off somewhere behind you, and your book rests open in your hands, pages slightly worn from how often you’ve flipped through them.
You’re comfortable. More than that, you’re content. Which is exactly why—
“Sweetheart.”
Your eyes don’t even lift at first. “No.”
There’s a pause. Then, closer now, dripping.
“…you didn’t even look.”
“I don’t have to,” you reply, turning a page. “You sound wet.”
“I am wet,” Eddie says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
You finally glance up. He’s standing there, hair soaked and clinging to his face, chest damp, and a grin already forming like he knows exactly what he’s about to do.
You narrow your eyes immediately. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” he asks, stepping closer.
“Eddie.”
“What?”
You shift up onto your elbows, holding your book protectively against your chest. “You’re literally dripping.”
“Yeah,” he nods, taking another step. “Lake’ll do that to you.”
You point at him. “Do not come near me.”
He pauses, just long enough to make it seem like he might listen.
Then he drops down onto the blanket anyway, right next to you, all damp limbs and cool skin, immediately wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into him.
“Eddie!” you yelp, squirming. “You’re soaking!”
“Relax,” he laughs, nuzzling his face into your shoulder, completely unbothered. “You’ll survive.”
“It’s cold!” you protest, trying to push at his chest, though there’s no real strength behind it.
“Yeah, I noticed,” he grins against your skin, tightening his hold just slightly when you try to wiggle away. “C’mere. Warm me up, sweetheart.”
“You are unbelievable,” you mutter, but you’re already giving in, your body settling against his despite the initial chill. His skin is cool, but it doesn’t take long for it to even out, for the warmth between you to take over.
He sighs softly, content, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder. “There we go. That’s better.”
You shake your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. “You’re lucky I love you.”
“Oh, I know,” he says easily. “I remind myself daily.”
His hand drifts along your side absentmindedly before he tilts his head slightly, eyes catching on the book still half-open in your hands.
“What’re you reading?” he asks.
You glance down at it, then back at him. “Sylvia Plath.”
He raises his brows, impressed. “Damn. Getting all deep on me.”
“Sometimes,” you shrug lightly.
He shifts just enough to prop himself up on one elbow, peering at the page. “Lemme see.”
You hesitate, then angle the book toward him.
He scans a few lines, lips moving slightly, and then something flickers in his expression, that familiar spark of mischief mixing with something softer.
“Alright,” he says, already reaching for it. “I got this.”
You let out a small laugh. “Here we go.”
He takes the book from you, clears his throat in an exaggerated, overly dramatic way, and immediately drops into a tone that’s way too intense for a sunny afternoon by the lake.
“‘I shut my eyes, and all the world drops dead—’” he begins, voice deep and theatrical, like he’s narrating some epic campaign instead of poetry.
You snort. “Oh, my god.”
“Shh,” he whispers sharply, though he’s grinning. “This is serious literature, sweetheart.”
He keeps going, leaning into it fully, giving every word weight, every pause just a little too long, like he’s performing for an audience of thousands instead of just you.
But underneath the dramatics, he’s good. He softens in the right places, lets the lines breathe where they should, and even when he’s being a little ridiculous, there’s care in it, attention.
You find yourself settling back into the blanket, eyes drifting half-closed again, listening.
He notices. His voice shifts, just slightly, the edge of the performance easing into something quieter, more natural, though the hint of that playful tone never fully disappears.
“‘I think I made you up inside my head,’” he reads, softer now.
Your chest tightens, just a little.
You tilt your head toward him, watching him this time instead of the page. His hair is still damp, curls falling messily around his face, rings catching the sunlight as he holds the book, completely focused.
“Eddie,” you murmur.
“Hm?” he glances down at you briefly, thumb marking his place.
“You’re…actually good at this.”
He huffs a quiet laugh, looking away for a second like he’s brushing it off. “Don’t spread that around. Ruins my whole reputation.”
You smile, reaching out to lightly tug at the edge of his shirt. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
“Better be,” he murmurs, nudging your shoulder gently with his. “Now stop interrupting. I’m in the zone.”
“Yes, sir,” you tease.
He rolls his eyes, but there’s a fondness there that doesn’t fade.
You settle back into him, your head finding its place against his chest again, one of your hands resting loosely over his stomach, fingers brushing absent circles over the damp skin.
His arm wraps around you automatically, pulling you closer without thinking, like it’s just how you exist now, intertwined.
“My girl,” he murmurs under his breath, more to himself than anything, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head before continuing.
He keeps reading, slower now, softer, the words blending with the sound of the lake, the warmth of the sun, the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek.
Every so often, he’ll dip back into that overly dramatic tone just to make you laugh, calling you “fair maiden” or “keeper of the sacred text” under his breath, and you’ll swat at him lightly, telling him to shut up while smiling the whole time.
“Don’t sass me,” he mutters at one point, tightening his hold around you. “I’m providing a service.”
“A very annoying one,” you mumble.
“Yeah?” he leans down slightly, voice dropping. “Still your favorite, though.”
You hum, pretending to think about it.
He nudges you. “C’mon.”
You tilt your head up just enough to meet his eyes, soft and warm and entirely yours.
“Yeah,” you admit quietly. “Mine.”
Something in his expression shifts, just for a second, something deeper slipping through the usual teasing.
“Damn right,” he murmurs, brushing his nose lightly against your hair. “And you’re mine.”
⋆˚꩜｡summary: A jacket worn like a confession, whispers grow too loud to ignore, and somewhere between diner dates and sunset drives, Eddie realises he's already far too deep.
⋆˚꩜｡tags: no y/n, she/her reader, lovestruck eddie, high school gossip, milkshakes, hurt/comfort undertones (really faint, blink and you’ll miss it), emotional intimacy, eddie is down bad and we love him for it
⋆˚꩜｡tw: explicit sexual content (minors you are not welcome go away or i'll hunt you down), smoking cigarettes, smoking weed, oral sex (f!receiving & m!receiving), fingering, anxiety/overthinking, emotional vulnerability
⋆˚꩜｡word count: 12.4k+
“Listen, man, I’m not complaining,” Gareth started, a little too animated for how early it was, “I got driven home by an absolute babe.”
“I’m sensing a but,” Eddie murmured as he slammed his locker shut before stepping into the early morning sea of grumpy teenagers.
“But,” Gareth continued immediately, pointing at him accusingly, “you gotta stop leaving Jeff and me behind, man. Not cool.”
Jeff snorted loudly behind them. “Yeah, dude, you vanished so fast I thought you got kidnapped.”
Eddie pressed his lips together to keep the smirk already tugging at the corners of his mouth from giving him way, settling instead for a quiet tsk of feigned annoyance. He didn’t bother replying as he led his little group of black sheep further down the hall.
Instead, he let the noise of the hallway fill the silence while his mind drifted back to the events of last night. And despite his best efforts, that smirk found its way onto his lips anyway.
Ever the observant one – unlike Gareth, who was operating purely on horny teenage instinct – Jeff noticed it immediately the second he fell into step beside Eddie.
“Yeah,” he breathed out dramatically, jerking his head towards Gareth as he leaned down just enough to look at Eddie properly. “He’s a goner.”
Gareth’s brows shot up as he leaned in for another look at him.
“Jesus,” he snorted. “She’s got you wrapped around her finger, don’t she?”
Eddie rolled his eyes, though the warmth climbing up the tips of his ears betrayed him instantly.
“Fuck off.”
“No, seriously,” Jeff continued, smacking a hand against Eddie’s shoulder while a mischievous grin tugged at his lips. “I’ve never seen you like this. It’s a good look on you, buddy.”
Eddie’s ringed fingers twitched around the handle of his metal lunchbox as he fought the urge to roll his eyes again and throw some snarky comment back at them.
Instead, he let the endless blabbering of his best friends fade into the background noise of the hallway while his eyes wandered over the sea of students around him, his mind drifting elsewhere entirely.
This morning had been a good one.
Birds had chirped softly from the electricity wires high above the trailer park while the quiet dripping of the coffee machine filled the delicate silence inside the trailer. Eddie had spent most of it half-awake, just letting his eyes wander across your face as you slept beside him – taking in the soft breaths leaving your nose and the way every muscle in your face had relaxed completely against his chest.
Not even Wayne nearly ripping the front door off its hinges on his way bay inside had managed to pull a harsh reaction out of him.
It had been a little after six when Eddie finally gently nudged you awake, the sky outside already splitting open with warm streaks of sunshine, and honestly? It almost pained him to do it – which was a realization he still wasn’t entirely comfortable unpacking.
But he’d figured you should probably get home to get ready for school, and besides, he wanted to give you the option of driving your own car instead of being stuck with him again.
Still, the image of your sleepy blinking, eyelashes brushing softly against your cheeks while you tried to wake up, had carved itself a permanent place somewhere inside his brain.
And frankly? That scared the living shit out of him; how easily he could slip into this whole… thing the two of you had going on.
Eddie was brought back to the present when his shoulder accidentally slammed into another student.
“Watch it, freak,” someone muttered while brushing past him.
“Yeah,” Gareth snorted. “Lover boy’s not mentally present right now.”
Somewhere near the end of the hall, Nathalie sucked thoughtfully on her bottom lip while one of her brows slowly arched upward as she stood in front of a corkboard, pretending to read one of the random flyers pinned to it.
Gareth froze for a second before quickly clearing his throat.
Then he muttered something about a blonde babe looking lost under his breath and immediately veered off in her direction.
Eddie barely seemed to notice – but if he did, he wasn’t particularly interested in it.
Beside him, Jeff pursed his lips thoughtfully like he was turning something over in his head before nudging Eddie with his elbow and jerking his head back towards the entrance doors.
“Wanna smoke one more time before we get tortured?” he asked, already patting his pockets for his cigarettes.
He pretended to think about it for a second before finally nodding and turning back towards the entrance, Jeff falling into step beside him.
The hallway had emptied out considerably in the few minutes they’d spent standing there, most students finally dragging themselves to class as the first warning bell echoed faintly through the building.
By the time they stepped back outside, the morning air felt even warmer than before.
The two of them made their way towards the picnic table – far enough from the entrance to avoid attracting the attention of any faculty member wandering around in search of students skipping class.
Jeff tossed his battered pack of Marlboros towards Eddie before hopping up onto the tabletop beside him. He flicked his lighter open and lit the cigarette hanging between his lips, squinting his eyes when he felt the flame a little too close from his face for his liking.
The two of them sat there quietly for a moment, smoke curling lazily into the warm morning air while chirping birds overhead filled the silence between them.
“So, what’re you gonna do about it?”
Eddie furrowed his brows slightly as he pulled a cigarette from the pack. “The hell you talkin’ about?”
Jeff snorted softly around his cigarette before taking another drag.
“C’mon man,” he muttered, smoke still trapped in his lungs. “I’m not stupid.”
That made Eddie still for half a second before he leaned back on his free hand.
The morning air sat warm and still around them while late students trickled through the parking lot in the distance, the faint rumble of car engines drifting across the school grounds.
“The fuck’s that supposed to mean?” he muttered after a while, finally lighting the cigarette between his lips.
Jeff only shrugged one shoulder. “It means, you’ve been weird as Hell lately.”
Eddie just snorted softly around his cigarette, muttering something about Jeff needing to stop analysing his bullshit all the time.
“Nah, man, I’m serious.” His best friend pointed at him with the two fingers holding his cigarette. “You disappeared last night, and this morning you come back looking like you’ve received divine revelation.”
“That’s just my face.”
“You can bullshit me all you want,” Jeff replied, bringing the cigarette back to his lips for a quick drag, “but you can’t bullshit yourself.”
Eddie rolled his eyes automatically, though it lacked most of its usual bite, and tapped ash onto the dry soil beside his sneakers as his jaw tightened slightly.
“She’s just…” he started before trailing off. “Y’know?”
Jeff glanced sideways at him immediately, catching the hesitation and the way Eddie pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek.
“You sound like a fucking thirteen-year-old trying to describe his first crush,” Jeff chuckled.
Eddie lamely flipped him off before busying himself with his cigarette again.
The thing was, he knew his best friend wasn’t wrong – and that was exactly the problem.
Because he’d done this before – the hooking up, the lingering stares during sets, messy almost-somethings that burned out long before they ever even got the chance to matter.
But this?
This felt dangerously close to mattering – and he wasn’t used to that.
His fingers tightened slightly around the cigarette while his eyes drifted out towards the empty football field beyond the parking lot fence.
“She liked you too, y’know,” Jeff muttered before taking one last drag. “Could see it on her face when we played.”
“Yeah,” he muttered back, almost absentmindedly letting the words slips out before he could stop them. “That’s kinda what scares me.”
Eddie still carried the conversation around his head long after he and Jeff had parted ways towards their own classes.
Chairs had already stopped scraping against the tiled floor by the time he stepped into Mr. Sullivan’s classroom, though class hadn’t started just yet.
He let out a quiet sigh as his fingers dragged through his hair while he made his way towards the back of the room where he usually sat.
The bell rang just as Nathalie jokingly shoved you through the doorway, the two of you laughing about something incomprehensible with a grumpy Mr. Sullivan trailing closely behind.
The loud teenage noise filling the classroom didn’t dull immediately when the teacher walked in, but something inside Eddie’s mind did the second he laid his eyes on you.
Whatever words you’d been about to say to Nathalie died on the tip of your tongue when your eyes flicked towards him. Instead, you swallowed softly before offering him a small, shy smile as you slipped into your usual seat.
Your hair shifted over your shoulders when you turned back for one quick glance at him before facing forward again as the scratching sound of chalk against the blackboard filled the room.
You hadn’t brush it, or applied whatever the Hell Eddie thought girls usually used to make it look all neat and perfect. Instead, you’d left it messy – like it had been when you woke up beside him this morning.
And just like that, Jeff’s words came back to haunt him again.
Unfortunately for Eddie, lunchtime only made things worse.
Jeff didn’t even have to look up from his disgusting sandwich to make Eddie feel painfully called out – and neither did Gareth, who seemed far more enthralled with a certain blonde sitting a few feet away than with whatever was sitting on his lunch tray.
Honestly, Dustin and his annoyingly observant eyes were more than enough.
“So, like, are you guys a thing now, or what?” Dustin muttered casually before shoving a handful of cold fries into his mouth.
Jeff finally looked up at that, chewing slowly while his hips twitched around an amused grin.
“What? No,” Eddie coughed out immediately – a little too quickly. “Jesus, Henderson.”
The boys exchanged smug looks instantly, completely ignoring the daggers Eddie shot at them across the table.
He opened his mouth to throw an insult back at them when the sound of loud laughter cut through the cafeteria noise.
His head turned before he could stop himself.
You sat across from Nathalie, absentmindedly picking at your food with the plastic fork in your hand while the blonde dramatically waved her hands around like it was absolutely necessary to do so while she rambled on about whatever story had currently taken over her brain.
The sunlight spilling through the cafeteria windows caught in your hair as you glanced around the room over your shoulder – eyes lazily scanning the neighbouring tables until they landed on him.
And just like that, your entire face softened.
Fuck.
And apparently so did his, judging by the way Jeff’s eyes suddenly glimmered a little more than usual; the insufferable grin spreading across his face certainly didn’t help either.
“Don’t even,” Eddie muttered quickly before swallowing hard.
Jeff only snorted under his breath. “You’re both disgustingly obvious.”
Eddie ignored him completely, though the warmth creeping up the back of his neck betrayed him instantly.
“You too, Loverboy,” Jeff added while nudging Gareth with his elbow after noticing he was still openly staring at the blonde without an ounce of shame.
Meanwhile, two tables down diagonally, Nathalie continued waving her hands around while complaining about the fact that you and Eddie had forced her to take the remaining two thirds of Corroded Coffin.
Well, complaining wasn’t exactly what she was doing – although she clearly liked to think she was. In reality, there was a new glimmer in her eyes you’d never really seen before, accompanied by a small smile she kept unsuccessfully trying to brush away.
Your hand curled around your water bottle while her voice faded in and out in the background, your attention too busy stealing quick glances over your shoulder instead.
“Are you even listening to me?” she sighed dramatically before tossing a cold fry at you.
It hit right beneath your clavicle before dropping soundlessly onto your lap – but it was enough to pull you back into the conversation.
“Of course I am,” you mumbled with a soft furrow between your brows.
“No, you aren’t.”
“You were pretending not to like Gareth’s cologne,” you replied matter-of-factly with an arched brow.
Nathalie froze for half a second, her eyes widening slightly.
“No, I wasn’t,” she answered a little too quickly.
“Yes, you were,” you laughed softly.
Her pale eyes flickered briefly towards your neck before returning to your face again.
“Yeah, well,” she muttered grumpily, clearly displeased that you’d called her out, “I didn’t let a vampire abuse my neck like some people.”
Now it was your turn to freeze in your seat before quickly averting your eyes.
You blinked a few times too many while your brain scattered desperately for some kind of snarky remark to throw back at her.
“No comment,” you mumbled back.
Her eyes flickered back towards the bruises before drifting over to the other table and then back again, her brows pulling into a deep furrow.
She looked back down at her cold fries like they held all the answered to the questions she wasn’t sure she actually wanted to ask you.
“Would it be weird,” she started softly, almost hesitantly, “for, y’know…”
She pushed her tray away with obvious disgust written across her face before her expression softened again.
“For me to be a little worried about you?”
That pulled your eyes back to her face immediately.
“Why would you be worried about me?” you asked nervously. “I’m fine.”
“Yeah, I can clearly see that,” she absentmindedly pointed towards your neck before rolling her eyes jokingly, like that might somehow soften the weight of her next words.
She leaned back in her chair, rolling her shoulders as she carefully considered what to say next.
“I’m just scared people are gonna treat you differently,” she mumbled quickly under her breath, almost like she was ripping off a bandage in one quick pull. She noticed the way your shoulders tensed immediately – not anxiously, but defensively.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Nat.”
“I’m not. Just… listen,” she muttered softly while reaching across the table to intertwine her fingers with yours, her thumb brushing gentle circles against the back of your hand. “Hawkins is cruel to girls.”
Her gaze lingered on you for a moment longer.
“People don’t care what boys do,” she sighed before letting her eyes drift towards the Hellfire table. “But a girl like you? I’m scared they’ll turn you into a story.”
Her thumb continued its slow movements against your skin while she let the weight of her words settle between you for a moment longer.
“But, I can also tell you’re serious about this, about him,” she added quietly, the look in her eyes softening once again. “And I saw the way he looked at you yesterday, too.”
The fluorescent lights overhead were too harsh on her features, but somehow, they still couldn’t harden the gentleness she only seemed to reserve for you. For a moment, neither of you spoke, and the silence between you filled itself with the loud teenage noise surrounding your table.
Nathalie’s teeth found her bottom lip when she noticed the quiet, gradual way your expression fell.
And she wasn’t the only one who noticed. Eddie did too – even from where he sat.
He could feel the start of something uncomfortable settling somewhere behind his ribs the second he noticed the quick glance Nathalie sent towards his table.
But then your eyes slowly found him instead, and the soft smile you gave him when your gazes locked again was more than enough to quiet the uneasy buzzing beneath his skin.
Nathalie’s words continued echoing somewhere deep in your mind even after the four classes that followed lunch period – even with the hallways buzzing with teenage chatter, squeaking sneakers against tiled floors, and entirely too much hairspray for a Wednesday afternoon.
You knew her words came not only from concern, but love too, and because of that, they didn’t settle quite as wrong in the pit of your stomach as you’d expected them to. That didn’t make you safe from your nasty habit of overthinking everything, though.
You flinched when you accidentally yanked a little too hard on your locker door, sending a book and far too many loose papers spilling onto the floor. Like the imaginary eyes you’d felt following you around all day weren’t enough, now you had actual fucking people staring while you let out an exasperated sigh and dropped to your knees.
The first thing that came into view were the harsh reflections of the fluorescent lights overhead – honestly, they hurt your eyes – before you tilted your head back and found yourself staring at a familiar mess of dark curls.
“B plus on an algebra test?” Eddie scoffed while reaching down to grab one of the papers that had escaped your locker. “Why isn’t this hanging on your family’s refrigerator?”
You huffed out a quiet laugh while taking the thin stack of papers from his hands.
“Because it’s not a big deal,” you mumbled back while shoving everything carelessly inside your locker again.
“Sweetheart, if I was getting anything above a C,” Eddie started, another soft scoff slipping from his lips, “I’d be buying drinks for everyone at the Hide Out.”
You rolled your eyes at him while putting away the books you didn’t need to bring home, replacing them with the ones you did. Eddie shifted his weight awkwardly as his eyes flickered around the hallway.
“So…”
“So,” you echoed, a soft smile slowly creeping onto your lips.
“Speaking of drinks…” He forced a cough into his fist when he felt his voice slipping somewhere it definitely wasn’t supposed to. “Do you, like…”
You adjusted the strap of your bag on your shoulder before closing your locker and turning back towards him again.
His hand stayed tucked deep inside the front pockets of his jeans while he awkwardly nodded to himself, like the absentminded movement might somehow help him force the words out.
“Do you wanna get something to drink?” he asked quietly under his breath. “Like… I dunno, a milkshake or something?”
Eddie’s eyes flickered nervously from you to the ground and back up again while he bit awkwardly at the inside of his cheek, suddenly realising he’d just asked you out – in quite possibly the lamest way imaginable, too.
“That sounded pathetic, didn’t it?” He visibly cringed at himself, his nose scrunching as he looked somewhere over your shoulder instead of directly at you.
You, on the other hand, nervously bit down on your lower lip while his words continued echoing through your head.
“No, it didn’t,” you answered softly, your gaze dropping away from him when the warmth creeping across the tips of your ears started spreading down your neck. “I’d love to.”
Someone near the end of the hallway suddenly shouted something just as Eddie opened his mouth to answer you, pulling both of your attention away for a brief moment.
Lockers continued slamming in the background, along with the obnoxious squeak of brand-new sneakers against tile, while Eddie let the words die on his tongue instead. He dragged a ringed hand through his hair – a nervous habit he never quite managed to shake, even after all the times his curls had gotten caught around his rings and yanked painfully. Your eyes drifted back towards him just in time to catch the funny face he pulled after accidentally tugging a few strands too hard.
“Ah, fuck,” hissed quietly while scowling at absolutely nothing in particular.
The sight in front of you pulled a small, disbelieving laugh out of you – one that only worsened when you noticed the soft pout forming on his lips while he untangled the strands of hair caught around his rings.
“So,” you murmured once you’d finally gotten your laughter under control, “what time were you thinking?”
Eddie’s eyes widened slightly as his eyebrows shot upwards.
“I, uh…” he trailed off before scratching awkwardly at the back of his neck. “I was kinda thinking… now?
“Now?” you laughed, already gesturing down at your clothes. “You don’t even want me to change into something a little nicer?”
“I couldn’t care less about your outfit, Sweetheart,” he murmured back, a soft grin tugging at his lips.
You hummed softly before raising a brow at him.
“That’s not what you said yesterday.”
He slowly looked away, his teeth catching his bottom lip as warmth into his cheeks at the memory of the previous night. After a second, he let go of it and pursed his lips instead.
“Y’know what?” Eddie scoffed softly while finally looking back at you again. “I got nothing to say to that.”
That pulled another quiet laugh out of you while you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Your fingers tightened slightly around the strap of your bag.
“Follow me back home?” you murmured softly, already starting to walk towards the main exit leading out to the parking lot. “Or am I supposed to drive myself home tonight?”
The deep rumble of Eddie’s van died the moment he turned the key before glancing over at you.
“You ready to terrorise the diner?”
Your eyes had already been on him, too busy taking in the way the neon lights bled through the windshield and across his face, painting his pale skin in shades of pink, orange, and bright red. It made you wonder how he’d look on a real stage – one big enough for him to thrive even more than he already did at the Hide Out.
“Never been more ready,” you replied while forcing yourself back into the moment.
The harsh slam of the van’s creaking doors echoed loudly into the open air, starting a few birds from their comfortable spots atop the electrical wires as the two of you made your way towards the diner entrance. The small bell above the door chimed softly when Eddie pulled it open for you, holding it there with a dramatic flourish of his free arm and a low milady slipping from his lips.
The old Wurlitzer tucked against the back wall hummed softly in the background, filling the diner with some cheesy love song from the fifties while the occasional burst of laughter and clatter of plates blended into the warm noise around you.
“You got a favourite seat?” you asked while stepping further inside, immediately getting hit with the thick scent of French fries and the faint underlying smell of industrial cleaning supplies.
“At the back there,” Eddie replied, pointing a ringed finger towards the vinyl booths tucked near the jukebox.
The two of you slid into the booth furthest from the windows, the old leather squeaking softly underneath you movements while a waitress somewhere behind the counter shouted another order into the kitchen. The song currently humming through the diner crackled softly as it came to an end, only for another to slowly drift through the staticky speakers a second later.
Your brows lifted slightly when Eddie’s ringed fingers immediately started tapping against the tabletop in perfect rhythm with the beat – not absentmindedly, either. Knowingly.
“What?” he asked after catching you staring.
“Just didn’t expect you to know this song,” you replied with a quiet laugh.
Eddie scoffed dramatically, pretending you’d just personally offended him. “Of course I know it. It’s the Hollies.”
Your lips parted slightly in surprise before small smile slowly spread across your face.
“That one band I played yesterday?” you laughed softly under your breath. “You actually listen to them?”
“C’mon, Sweetheart,” Eddie tsked while shaking his head jokingly. “Show some respect.”
His fingers kept drumming lazily against the tabletop while he leaned further back into the booth.
“Besides, good music’s good music,” he shrugged simply. “I contain multitudes.”
That pulled another laugh out from you.
“A random – what is it, sixties – love song?” One of your brows lifted playfully. “You’re kinda ruining your whole spooky metalhead reputation right know, y’know.”
“Sweetheart,” Eddie started dramatically while placing a hand over his chest, “metalheads are allowed emotional depth too.”
“Is that what this is?” you teased. “Emotional depth?”
“No,” he deadpanned immediately. “This is me being devastatingly cultured, something we unfortunately cannot say about you.”
Your laughter mixed softly with the music drifting through the diner, and for a moment, Eddie found himself growing quiet again. Not awkwardly – just enough to watch the way the warm amber lights overhead reflected in your eyes while you smiled at him from across the table. And somewhere underneath the diner lights, with What Kind of Girl Are You still humming softly through the speakers, Eddie realised this felt dangerously close to the kind of night he wouldn’t forget anytime soon.
The waitress finally wandered over with a tired – yet somehow still welcoming – smile and a notepad tucked against her apron.
“What can I getcha?”
Eddie barely glanced at the menu before looking up at her. “Chocolate milkshake.”
“Pictured you as a strawberry guy.” Your brows lifted slightly.
He gasped dramatically. “Pink’s definitely not metal, Sweetheart. C’mon, now.”
“Neither are the Hollies.”
The waitress snorted softly under her breath before scribbling the order down. “One milkshake or two?”
Eddie visibly short-circuited – you could practically see the exact moment his brain stopped functioning behind his eyes.
“Can I get a vanilla shake, please?” you answered softly before he could completely spiral.
“You betcha,” the waitress replied absentmindedly while finishing the order. “Be right back.”
The Hollies had taken it upon themselves to fill the soft silence that settled between the two of you for a little while longer, the playful, teasing melody lingering gently over the table.
Eddie absentmindedly played with his rings – turning one around his finger before pulling it off completely, only to slide it back on again a second later. There wasn’t any pressure lingering between the two of you anymore – no pressure to act a certain way or force conversation into every quiet moment just to fill the space. Just… comfortable silence – the kind where two people simply existed beside each other without needing anything more.
“So, vanilla, huh?” Eddie said after a few seconds, something dangerously close to mischief settling in your eyes.
“If you’re about to call me boring,” you deadpanned while narrowing your eyes at him, “I will kick you.”
“You’re everything but,” he murmured under his breath – just quietly enough that the waitress couldn’t hear it when she returned balancing two tall glasses in her hands.
Eddie nodded faintly in appreciation when the waitress placed both milkshakes down onto the table before disappearing again almost immediately. His dark eyes stayed glued to the perfect milky swirls sitting in front of you.
“What?”
“Oh, y’know,” he started while softly pursing his lips to stop himself from smiling, “just wondering if it tastes as boring as it sounds.”
“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.”
Before you could kick him, or he could stop myself, Eddie’s fingers curled around the short stem of your milkshake glass and pulled it closer before taking a quick sip from your straw.
He let the taste settle on his tongue for a second before swallowing. And then he froze; not because of the brain freeze, either.
“…I don’t know why I just did that.”
One of your brows lifted slightly while your lips curled into an amused little smirk.
“Well?” you murmured teasingly. “Is it boring?”
“Not in the slightest,” he answered after a moment, his eyes still fixed on yours.
Eddie’s fingers drummed lazily against the steering wheel while the radio played quietly in the background. The neon diner lights had long since been replaced by the soft amber glow of the sunset streaks stretching across the windshield while he drove with an unusual kind of calmness settling over him.
He’d noticed the way you’d lazily kicked off your shoes and stretched your legs across the dashboard, your head softly bobbing along to whatever song was currently playing – one he could barely hear properly anymore after the years of playing music without bothering to protect his ears. His gaze kept flickering between the road and you, stealing quick glances while the glowing fifties sign slowly disappeared into the distance behind you.
“Do you, uh… wanna go home yet?” he asked carefully, almost like he wasn’t entirely sure he was allowed to interrupt the comfortable silence the two of you had fallen into.
You slouched a little further into the vinyl seat before finally dragging your gaze away from the passing window outside.
“Not really, no,” you admitted without even taking a second to think about it.
That pulled a small smile from Eddie while he nodded faintly to a beat only he could hear, his fingers tapping softly against the steering wheel along with it. The windows had been rolled down, letting the early-summer evening air drift through the van. It felt noticeably softer now than it had that morning while Eddie drove the two of you in the opposite direction of your house. His curls blew carelessly in the wind while his free hand briefly stopped tapping against the steering wheel to pull down the visor.
Storefronts and average buildings blurred into grey smudges that slowly gave way to stretches of green the further Eddie drove from downtown, until the loamy scent of wet earth and mineral-laced air drifted in through the open windows before Lovers Lake finally revealed itself ahead.
Gravel crunched softly underneath the tires when Eddie finally pulled the van to a stop near the edge of the lake. He killed the engine and, for a moment, the sudden quiet rang loudly in your ears before the slow croaking of frogs gradually drifted into the foreground instead.
“C’mon,” he murmured after a while, already pushing open his door.
The back doors of the van creaked loudly when he pulled them apart, revealing a wooden crate stuffed with old blankets, a concerning amount of empty soda cans shoved into a grocery bag, and the lingering smell of cigarette smoke and worn leather. He reached for one of the blankets along with his trusted metal lunchbox before tilting his head back slightly, silently coaxing you to follow him while he nudged van doors shut again and started towards the docks.
“So, I was thinking,” he started slowly, turning his head just enough to glance at you over his shoulder, “how about I teach you how to roll, hm?”
Eddie stopped a few feet from the edge of the pier before setting his lunchbox down with a soft metallic clank. He unfolded the blanket and spread it across the wooden planks as neatly as he could, despite the occasional breeze trying to fold the corners back over themselves.
The green, damp tang of early-summer lake water felt stronger now, faint hints of fish and algae lingering in the air around you while the vivid trills of crickets rose and fell in soft waves through the trees. Warm streaks of sunset still glimmered from behind the thick trees, though somehow they still managed to find their way across Eddie’s face when he sat down and patted the free space in front of him before reaching for his lunchbox. You sat cross-legged in front of him, your eyes lingering on his face while you took in the way the golden streaks of sundown made him look even softer than the diner lights had.
When Eddie finally flicked his gaze up from the lunchbox beside him, his brows furrowed slightly.
“C’mere, turn around,” he mumbled lazily motioning his ringed finger in a small circle.
“Hm?”
“It’ll be easier to teach you like that.”
So you did just that – clumsily turning around on the blanket until your back faced him instead. One of Eddie’s ringed hands settled carefully against your waist while he shuffled closer behind you until the warmth of his chest pressed softly against your back, each of his legs splayed comfortably on either side of you. You all but melted when the soft warmth of him spread across your back and his chin found its place on your shoulder.
“A’ight, first step,” he mumbled softly while passing you the flimsy rolling paper, “you’re gonna hold it between your thumb, pointer, and middle finger. Like this, see?”
And for the next twenty minutes, his chin barely left your shoulder while his uncontrollable laughter rang in your ear every time your fingers clumsily failed to follow his instructions.
“Oh, God,” he breathed out, his curls brushing against your cheek even after he’d finally managed to get his laughter under control. “It’s like watching Bambi try to roll a joint, but worse.”
Somewhere between shared laughter and exhausted, belly-aching sighs, Eddie had eventually pulled the crinkled rolling paper from your hands with the clear intention of salvaging whatever damage you’d managed to inflict on it. Expert fingers quickly rescued it before he rolled the joint shut and held the sticky edge up towards your lips.
“See?” he murmured softly after sealing it closed. “That’s how you do it.”
He handed the finished joint over to you while patting himself down in search of hi lighter.
“Ah, fuck,” he mumbled quietly to himself. “Think I left the lighter in the van.”
“It’s in the inside pocket of your jacket.”
Eddie stilled for half a second before pulling open the front of his jacket and reaching into the inside pocket with two fingers.
“Huh,” he mumbled quietly once the lighter landed in his palm.
Then his hand found your waist again, gently tugging your back a little closer to his chest before he pressed a quick kiss against your cheek. The joint had been lit in the gentle silence surrounding the two of you, with only the crickets and early-summer cicadas filling the open air.
You took another small, tentative drag before passing it back to Eddie, blowing the smoke upwards as you watched the breeze curl it softly through the air until it disappeared altogether. His arm had long since snaked around your frame to keep you tucked closer against him while neither one of you had bothered moving from your original positions.
Somewhere between the lazy haze settling behind your eyes and the fading reflections trembling across the water, your fingers had found his hand resting against your waist and quietly intertwined with his.
As the sun dipped lower and the world seemed to exhale alongside the two of you, the sky softened into streaks of molten gold and bruised violet. The last remaining rays of sunlight slipping through the thick trees stretched across the still lake water in shimmering ribbons. The shadows along the shoreline deepened while the water slowly darkened into shades of indigo and shifting silver, like the lake itself was holding onto the sunset without any hurry to let it go. The slow, unhurried transformation of the glowing horizon into softened amber spread a gentle calmness through your chest as you instinctively snuggled a little closer into him.
“What are you thinking about?” you asked softly, your eyes already closed while your head lulled heavily against his chest.
“How pretty it looks,” Eddie murmured quietly before taking another drag from the joint.
Your eyes slowly opened again, heavy with warmth and smoke, taking in the view stretched out in front of you without realising Eddie hadn’t been talking about the sunset at all.
Soft streaks of morning sunlight stretched across your room until they landed on the leather jacket tossed carelessly over your bed – like it didn’t hold as much meaning as it actually did – while you actively tried to pretend you weren’t searching your closet for something that looked good with it.
Eddie had draped it over your shoulder the previous night when the glittering stars overhead had given way to a colder breeze rolling off the lake, and he hadn’t asked for it back before you made the short walk from the driveway to your front door.
It was far too early in the morning to be wearing a leather jacket – and far too early for Nathalie’s words to already find their way back into your overthinking mind. So you shoved both thoughts aside and pulled the sleeves over your arms before heading out to school.
The excruciating heat trapped beneath the dark leather wasn’t the only thing making you feel claustrophobic – gossiping eyes and turning heads followed your every move the second you stepped out of the car, only worsening the closer you got to the school entrance. And it wasn’t even about being seen in Eddie’s jacket as much as it was about the judgment already dripping from every lingering stare thrown your way – the confused expressions, the overly critical furrow of brows while people leaned forward their friends to whisper about how you’d been wearing a completely different jacket just two weeks ago.
By the time you reached your locker, your fingers had already curled around the hem of the sleeve twice with the intention of pulling it off – but you stopped yourself both times. The scent of cigarette smoke, worn leather, and cheap cologne still clung faintly to the inside lining, grounding you just enough to keep your hands still.
“Jesus Christ,” Nathalie muttered the second she rounded the corner and spotted you leaning against your locker. “They’re acting like you showed up pregnant.”
Your eyes flickered uncomfortably towards the groups of students lingering further down the hallway before settling back on her again. “Is it that obvious?”
“Well…” she grimaced slightly while adjusting the strap of her bag higher onto her shoulder. “You are wearing Eddie Munson’s jacket like it’s the most natural thing in the world.”
“Jesus,” you mumbled under your breath while heat immediately crawled up the back of your neck.
Nathalie’s eyes flickered briefly towards the jacket again before she nudged your shoulder lightly with her own. “For what it’s worth, you look cute.”
Before you could answer, your head instinctively turned towards the loud burst of laughter that suddenly echoed through the hallway.
And so did Eddie’s.
He’d been halfway through saying something to Gareth when his eyes landed on you standing by your locker – or, more specifically, on the oversized black leather jacket hanging from your shoulders.
Jeff immediately noticed the way Eddie’s entire body stilled.
“Holy shit, dude,” he whispered dramatically while grabbing Eddie’s shoulders hard enough to jolt him slightly. “She wore the jacket.”
“Shut the fuck up,” he muttered automatically, though the words came out far weaker than intended.
Because you had worn the jacket. Not just publicly – but at school. Like it had never even been a question.
And suddenly, Eddie felt something uncomfortable settle beneath his ribs when he became painfully aware of every set of eyes flickering between the two of you in the hallway, followed by whispers, blatant stares, and the heavy judgment already threatening to settle over your shoulders right alongside his jacket. But when your nervous eyes finally found his across the crowded hallway, you still reached up and pulled the leather tighter around yourself instead of taking it off – like not even the awful crawling anxiety underneath your skin could convince you to let go of it.
And then you gave him a small smile from where you stood – one that quietly told him you were going to be okay. Eddie’s breathed caught softly in his throat before he slowly smiled back.
The second bell still rang loudly in your ears even minutes after it had stopped echoing through the hallway. You adjusted the strap of your bag higher onto your shoulder while hurrying towards the biology classroom through the empty hall. Besides the sound of your footsteps, the silence around you was only broken by the crinkling hallway slip clutched tightly in your other hand after Mr. Flanagan had kept you behind to talk about an essay you’d written.
A soft creak suddenly echoed through the hallway before an arm shot out from the janitor’s closet and yanked you inside. “What the–”
“Shhh,” Eddie whispered quickly while peeking back out into the hallway to make sure no one had seen the two of you disappear inside. “I’ve been waiting for ages. What took you so long?”
“Mr. Flanagan wanted to talk about an essay I wrote,” you answered breathlessly before confusion pulled at your brows. “Why are we hiding in the janitor’s closet?”
His curls bounced softly when he turned back towards you, his hand immediately finding your hips before gently pulling you flush against his chest.
“Because,” he started while tilting his head slightly backwards, a mischievous grin slowly spreading across his lips, “you kinda short-circuited my brain when you walked into school wearing my jacket.”
Warmth instantly crawled into your cheeks when he leaned down just enough to press a soft, lingering kiss against your cheekbone before his expression softened again afterwards.
“I just…” he hesitated briefly, thumbs brushing absentmindedly against your hips. “I hope people haven’t been assholes to you because of it.”
Eddie’s grip on your hips tightened ever so slightly before his thumbs started tracing soft circles against the denim of your jeans. You blinked at him a few times before a shy, knowing smile slowly tugged at the corners of your lips. Your hand lifted to his cheek, and you couldn’t help the quiet hum that escaped you when he immediately melted further into your touch, his dramatic persona slipping away just as easily as it always seemed to around you.
“It’s okay–”
“No, it’s not,” Eddie cut you off softly, his head still tilted into his palm while his eyes stayed closed. “You don’t deserve any of it.”
“It’s okay, Eddie,” you said a little more firmly while your thumb started brushing softly against his cheek. “They’ll get bored eventually.”
The two of you fell quiet again for a moment, but neither of you made any move to pull away. Your eyes drifted briefly towards the sleeve hanging loosely from your shoulder before a small smile tugged softly at your lips.
“The jacket,” you shrugged one shoulder lightly. “It smells like you.”
That alone was enough to make his fingers tighten ever so slightly against your hips again.
“The cigarettes?” he snorted softly.
“The cigarettes,” you hummed jokingly before your expression softened again. “The leather. Your cologne.”
Your eyes flickered back towards him again.
“It made it easier.”
He went completely still – not dramatically, just enough for you to notice the way his eyes searched your face for a second longer than usual, like he didn’t quite know what to do with the confession you’d just handed him. Something vulnerable flickered underneath his usual teasing expression before he looked down briefly and softly exhaled through his nose.
“You can’t just say stuff like that to me,” he muttered quietly, almost more to himself than to you. A snort escaped you. “Why?” “Because,” Eddie mumbled while his thumbs absentmindedly brushed over your hips again, “you keep making me feel things, Sweetheart. It’s very inconsiderate of you.”
That pulled another snort out of you.
And maybe it was the quietness of the closet, or the lingering warmth of the previous night still stubbornly clinging between the two of you, but your hand instinctively slid from his cheek towards the back of his neck instead. Eddie’s eyes flickered briefly down to your lips before slowly lifting back up again. Your breaths tangled together in the cramped little space while he leaned down carefully, giving you more than enough time to pull away if you wanted to – but you didn’t. Your lips met his softly – careful at first, almost hesitant – before the kiss deepened ever so slightly when your fingers curled gently against the nape of his neck.
But then, the sharp sound of footsteps suddenly echoed right outside the closet door, making the two of you jolt apart immediately.
“You still in there, Munson?” “Shit,” Eddie muttered while nearly knocking over a mop bucket beside him. “Gimme ten more minutes, Jared, and I’ll give you a discount.” “Fuck, kid. Don’t gotta tell me twice,” the older voice replied from the other side of the door before the footsteps slowly faded down the hallway again. You bit down hard on your lip to stop your laughter while Eddie frantically dragged a hand through his curls. “Did you just–” A chuckle escaped you before you could finish. “Did you just bribe the janitor?” “First of all,” he whispered dramatically, pointing an accusing finger at you, “that was not a bribe.” You raised a brow. “You literally offered him a discount.” “That,” Eddie corrected while grabbing the mop bucket before it fully tipped over, “was a mutually beneficial business arrangement.” Your laughter echoed softly through the cramped closet before his grin slowly softened again when he looked back at you. “Now, c’mon,” he murmured while reluctantly stepping closer again just to steal one more quick kiss. “Before he makes me give him a whole ounce for free.”
As the day dragged on and classes came and went, you’d slowly started growing used to the lingering stares and the occasional whispers by the time you stepped into the cafeteria with Nathalie glued firmly to your side.
The dramatically loud overlapping noise of teenagers immediately swallowed the both of you whole – trays clattering against tables, bursts of laughter echoing through the room, chairs screeching loudly against the tiled floor.
And somehow, despite all of it, your eyes still immediately found Eddie’s.
He sat slouched lazily at the Hellfire table with Jeff beside him and Gareth halfway through dramatically retelling something with his hands flying around like his life depended on it. But the second Eddie noticed you standing near the cafeteria entrance, the distracted grin on his face softened almost instantly.
Jeff noticed it too, unfortunately.
“C’mon, bro,” he groaned jokingly and loudly enough for the entire table to hear while leaning back in his chair. “You two are becoming unbearable.”
Dustin immediately twisted around in his seat to follow Jeff’s line of sight.
“No way,” he breathed out while pointing an accusatory greasy finger towards Eddie. “She’s still wearing it.”
“Thank you, Henderson,” Eddie deadpanned while flipping him off without even looking away from you. “None of us would’ve noticed otherwise.”
He rolled his eyes automatically, but the smile tugging stubbornly at the corners of his mouth ruined any attempt to annoyance. Then his gaze flickered briefly back towards the jacket still hanging from your shoulders.
And the rest of the day went on exactly like that – Eddie’s gaze flickering towards you whenever he got the chance, his jacket still hanging from your shoulders while small smiles tugged at his lips even when you weren’t actively looking at him.
His leg had bounced relentlessly through the entirety of last period, anxiously shaking beneath his desk while every word leaving Ms. Sullivan’s mouth completely flew over his head as she explained whatever equation currently covered the blackboard.
He wasn’t even supposed to be sitting through Algebra. And yet he’d still shown up anyway just so his eyes could linger on you a little longer.
The final bell rang, and Eddie all but shot out of his chair with his lunchbox clutched tightly in one hand as he made his way over towards your desk.
Before you could even reach for your bag yourself, his free hand had already curled around the strap and tossed it over his shoulder instead.
“You know I can carry my own bag, right?” you joked while quickly shoving your notebook and pen inside as he held it open for you.
“I’m asserting dominance and all that,” Eddie replied lazily, a crooked grin pulling at the corners of his mouth.
You snorted softly while shaking your head before gently tugging him along towards the hallway. As usual, the halls buzzed incessantly with exhausted teenage energy – lockers door slamming, squeaking sneakers echoing against tile, and the occasional dramatic just one more day of hell shouted somewhere in the distance.
“So…” Eddie trailed off while angling his body sideways to avoid accidentally shoulder-checking a freshman.
He briefly licked his lips before turning his face towards yours.
“You got any plans tonight?” he asked softly. “Or d’you maybe wanna hang out?”
Besides his words earlier, there was nothing particularly soft about Eddie now when he pushed you back against the trailer door the second the two of you finally stumbled inside.
His ringed hands found your cheeks almost instantly, and a moment later his lips crashed back onto yours to continue what the two of you had started earlier in the janitor’s closet.
A muffled mmpff! escaped your lips when Eddie deepened the kiss, his body pressing you more firmly against the trailer door.
It took you only a split second to recover from the sudden intensity before your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, one of your hands immediately threading through his curls and tugging softly at the roots just to pull him closer still. Your breath hitched, eyes suddenly shimmering beneath the warm amber light when Eddie finally pulled away just enough to look at you. Heat flooded your face so quickly it almost felt like the sun itself had melted into your skin when his hands pressed just slightly harder against your cheeks.
“Bedroom?” he breathed out shakily.
The small nod you gave him was all the answer he needed.
Eddie’s grip on your face softened almost immediately before one of his hands slid down to intertwine with yours instead, gently tugging you towards the bedroom with a patience that hadn’t existed even seconds earlier when he’d kissed you against the trailer door. The electric warmth of Eddie’s hand wrapped around yours sent a shiver racing up your spin while he pushed open the bedroom door.
Your eyes immediately flickered towards the unmade bed sitting in the corner, heat quickly flooding your cheeks again at the fleeting memory of two nights ago when you realised he still hadn’t changed the sheets.
He still held your hand when he sat down on the edge of the mattress, gently pulling you between his legs before softly guiding you down into his lap.
“This okay?” he asked quietly, like he hadn’t just pushed you against the trailer door and kissed you hard enough to leave both of you breathless seconds earlier.
“Yeah,” you nodded softly while your arms curled around his neck once again.
Eddie felt his heart hammering violently against his ribs as he took in the warm slants of sunlight filtering through the blinds, stretching across your face like threads of gold.
“You’re beautiful, y’know that?” he whispered almost absentmindedly, like he hadn’t meant for the words to slip out loud in the first place.
Your breath hitched once again as you sank deeper into his touch, warmth spreading across your face so intensely it almost felt like it had seeped into your bones. You tried focusing instead on the way your fingers curled tightly into the fabric of his shirt, your eyes locked briefly onto the faint bruise peeking out from beneath the collar.
His bedroom suddenly felt too small and far too vast all at once, every shift in your breathing echoing loudly in your ears like thunder.
But you didn’t pull away – instead, you buried your face into the crook of his shoulder.
“Hey,” he whispered softly, splaying one of his hands on your back. “Where did you go just now?”
“I’m… just not used to that.” You took a second before continuing. “Being called that.”
Eddie’s arms tightened around you almost instinctively at that, like he could physically shield you from the vulnerability creeping into your voice. His nose brushed softly against your temple before he leaned back just enough to look at you properly again, one of his hands still spread carefully against your back while the other stayed warm against your waist.
“Beautiful?” he asked quietly.
You nodded once against his shoulder, eyes still avoiding his.
A soft breath escaped him through his nose – not quite a laugh, not quite disbelief either. More like he couldn’t fully wrap his head around the fact you genuinely didn’t know.
“Sweetheart,” Eddie murmured gently, thumb brushing slow against your side, “I don’t think I’ve thought about anything else since the moment you walked into the Hide Out.”
Heat immediately rushed back into your face, while your fingers tightened slightly against the fabric of his shirt as a nervous breath, somewhere between a laugh and something far more overwhelmed.
“Hey,” he whispered again, softer this time. “C’mere.”
His arms wrapped more securely around you before he carefully pulled you closer against his chest again, one of his hands sliding up your spine in slow, grounding movements.
“There’s no rush here, okay?” he murmured into your hair. “We can just sit here if you want. I kinda like holding you anyway.”
That finally pulled a tiny smile from you against his shoulder. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Eddie breathed out without hesitation. “You’ve very holdable.”
A soft, disbelieving chuckle escaped you before you finally pulled away from his shoulder just enough to look at him properly again.
Eddie’s warm eyes melted into yours, and every nerve in your body seemed to light up from the simple act of being this close to him. You pressed your forehead gently against his, breathing in the scent of sun-warmed skin, faint traces of cologne, and something deeper underneath it all that felt uniquely him. Your fingers twitched lightly against the fabric of his shirt before you slowly tilted your head downwards again until your lips brushed softly against his.
The kiss stayed soft and warm, but every movement of Eddie’s lips still sent electric jolts racing down your spine until your fingers suddenly tightened around his shirt like you needed something solid to anchor yourself to.
Eddie pulled away just slightly afterward, taking a quiet moment to study your face like he was trying to commit every detail to memory – the arch of your eyebrows, the softness of your lips, the shy warmth still lingering in your eyes. Then he leaned in again, closing the small distance between you once more. His lips brushed gently against yours at first, feather-light and careful, before the kiss depend when his hand rose to cup your cheek, his thumb slowly tracing along your jaw.
For a moment, everything else faded away – the crunch of gravel beneath passing cars outside, the distant chirping birds, the faint rattling of the trailer walls whenever the wind shifted. There was only him – only the warmth of his mouth against yours and the quiet way he poured every ounce of longing he had into the kiss, like somehow you’d understand all the things he still didn’t quite know how to say out loud.
He pulled away again afterwards, resting his forehead gently against yours while his chest rose and fell unevenly between shallow breaths.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered before stealing another quick kiss. “Especially wearing my jacket.”
The hand resting against your back slowly slid lower until it settled against your waist instead, holding you gently while his thumb traced absentminded circles beneath the hem of your shirt.
“Can I…” Eddie trailed off quietly, swallowing hard when his fingers accidentally tightened around your waist for a brief second before loosening again. His eyes flickered carefully between yours. “Can I show you? What you do to me?”
He leaned back just enough to properly look at your face again, like he was trying to read every reaction before he moved any further.
Your breath hitched when you felt him twitch under you.
“Yeah,” you whispered back, your chest rising faster than it had just a few seconds before.
Eddie pushed his mouth gently back onto yours, lips moving softly as he almost hesitantly pushed your lips open to deepen the kiss. His tongue brushed against your bottom lip in that way that made your stomach tighten, while your hands found his hair.
“Can I take this off?” he whispered against your lips as his hands brushed softly against the rough material of your jeans.
You nodded softly, eyebrows furrowing as your heart hammered into your ribs.
“I need to hear you say it, Sweetheart,” he whispered before he gave you another quick kiss.
“Yeah, t-that’s okay,” you whispered back.
Leaning in, he captured your lips with his, while his hands roam over your jeans-clad thighs.
He tilted his head and kissed softly along your jaw, relishing the soft gasps that escaped you as he nuzzled your neck, and breathed in your scent as his hands tighten their grip on you just slightly.
Eddie’s ringed fingers found themselves undoing the button of your jeans, slowly lowering zipper while his other hand grabbed at your hip, anchoring himself as he gazed up at you. His hand slid inside your jeans until his palm pressed against your clothed heat. He then leaned in again, capturing your lips in a slow kiss, and poured everything he couldn’t say out loud into the slide of his tongue against yours, the nip of his teeth at your bottom lip.
His hands move underneath your ass before he scooped you up, gently lying you down on his bed to carefully slide your jeans over your hips and down your legs. Then, he grabbed at your thighs again, spreading them gently as he settled between them before his fingers moved to carefully remove his jacket off your frame, followed by your shirt.
He drank in the sight of your clothed breasts, desire coiling tight in the pit of his stomach before he forced himself to snap out of it.
“I wanna see you in just my jacket, would that be okay?”
With a shaky breath and a nod, you gulped down before your fingers reached behind you to loosen your bra. Eddie slowly slid it off your shoulders before he reached for the jacket, and helped you put it back on. The heavy jacket against your bare skin fuelled his need as he settled between your legs once more, pressing reverent kisses along your inner thighs while working his way up higher. Meeting your gaze again, he sought affirmation before he took his time pulling your panties down slowly.
“Just tell me if you wanna stop, okay?” He murmured as his thumbs brushed softly against your knees. “Any time.”
“O-okay,” you breathed out.
Eddie’s curls brushed softly against your inner thighs as he leaned in, and pressed a tender kiss right above your pussy before taking you into his mouth. His eyes fell closed the second his tongue delved to taste your essence, a shaky, muffled groan escaping him when his pink lips latched onto your clit.
Moans spilled freely from his lips, muffled against your glistening pussy, when his eyes travelled up your body until they found the sight of your furrowed eyebrows and mouth lulling open. Eddie then doubled his efforts as soon as a broken gasp escaped your lips, swirling his tongue around your swollen clit, and alternating between firm flicks and gentle suckling.
“I- fuck, Eddie.”
Gently, he slipped one of his fingers into you, pumping softly in and out of your dripping core while his lips continued latching onto your clit.
“This is all I could think about today,” he whispered softly against your swollen nub, his own eyebrows furrowed as his eyes travelled down your body until his gaze fell on the way his finger disappeared inside of you. “Eating you out in my bed, wearing only my jacket.”
Another groan escaped his lips when your hand found his curls, tugging harshly at the strands when you felt him gently add another finger into your dripping core.
“Fuck, look at you, Sweetheart,” he chuckled breathily, licking his lips as his gaze travelled up, taking in the way your hard nipples peeked from under your bra, and the way the oversized jacket fell to your sides. “So fucking beautiful, all for me.”
“E-Eddie–”
He could tell you were already getting close by the way your pussy fluttered around his invading digits and the desperate arch of your hips seeking more of his lips. Eddie was desperate to push you over the edge, and sealed his lips around your clit once again and sucked hard, thrusting his fingers in and out of you faster while your slick gushed onto his tongue. He alternated between lock licks and fast flicks, savouring the tangy-sweet taste or your slick coating his tongue, while he curled his two fingers until they rubbed against that special spot.
It didn’t take long for you to clench around his fingers, followed by broken whimpers as you gushed over his chin. Eddie lapped tenderly at your sensitive clit until your thighs twitched around his face, an utterly spent and satisfied hum leaving your lips.
“Jesus,” you mumbled breathlessly. “You… Fuck.”
Something new flickered underneath the adoration in his eyes when he finally pulled himself back from between your legs and shifted over you again, close enough that your noses almost brushed.
“I’m obsessed with you,” he admitted breathlessly, like the words had slipped out before he could stop them. A helpless little smile tugged at the corners of his slick mouth while his hand rose to gently cup your face again.
Your chest rose and fell unevenly while you tried to catch your breath, Eddie’s words still sinking slowly into your bones.
His thumb brushed softly against your cheeks while his gaze lingered on your face, taking in the warmth flooding your skin, the breathless little puffs leaving your lips, and the way you looked back at him like he’d hung the moon himself.
“I’m obsessed with you too,” you whispered quietly before your hand slowly drifted down towards the button of his jeans.
Eddie’s other hand immediately wrapped gently around your wrist, stopping you before your fingers could move any further.
“It’s okay,” he whispered softly while licking his lips nervously. “You don’t have to.”
His chest started rising a little faster above you anyway, your fingers still rested lightly against the button of his jeans.
“But I want to,” you whispered back. “Will you show me?”
Eddie’s cheeks somehow flushed even warmer as his brows pulled together, like your words had physically pained him.
“I…” he trailed off, forcing a dry lump down his throat as he suddenly felt far too aware of himself. “Are you sure?”
Your breath caught softly at the uncertainty suddenly flickering across his face – the same boy who had kissed you breathless against the trailer door, and eaten you out, now looked almost nervous above you, like he was terrified of crossing a line he couldn’t uncross. So you lifted your hand from where he still held your wrist and gently pressed your palm against his cheek instead.
“I’m sure,” you whispered softly.
Eddie’s eyes searched yours for another long moment, like he needed to be absolutely certain before the two of you went anywhere further. Then he slowly nodded once, distracted by the shy little smile that had found its place on your lips.
“Okay,” he breathed out shakily.
His hand loosened around your wrist before his fingers intertwined carefully with yours instead, guiding your hand back down with a patience that made warmth bloom all through your chest.
“C’mere,” he murmured quietly, the tips of his ears still flushed red while a nervous little smile tugged at his lips. He pulled you upright and let himself indulge in another kiss. “I’ll… fuck, I'll show you.”
He slowly unbuttons himself before pulling down the zipper, and pulls at his jeans until they pooled around his ankles. He looks painfully hard when he palms himself over his boxers, pulling the material slowly down his thighs until his cock springs out – flushed and leaking at the tip. Eddie’s wrapped a fist around the base, stroking languidly as he gives you another kiss.
“First thing,” he breathed out shakily as his eyes open to look deeply into yours, “come sit between my legs.”
You gulped nervously as your socked feet touched the floor before you did what he just told you. Kneeling on the carpet felt somewhat grounding, even with the muffled scrape and gentle drag on your skin. Your hands grab at his thighs, brushing your thumbs against his skin as you wait patiently for his next instructions.
Eddie’s eyes glistened when he looked down at you – sitting prettily between his legs, your fingers twitching nervously against his thighs while the leather of his jacket shifted softly with every rapid breath you took. Something overwhelmed flickered across his face for a brief second, like he still couldn’t fully process that you were here with him like this. His free hand came up almost instinctively to brush a loose strand of hair away from your face before his thumb lingered gently against your bottom lip.
“Jesus. You’re gonna kill me one day,” he breathed out softly, more to himself than to you. He then gulped down and licked his lips while he continued lazily stroking his cock. “Can you– can you open you lips for me, Sweetheart?”
He moved his thumb away from your bottom lip, and slowly replaced it with his swollen tip.
“Th– this is gonna sound stupid,” he chuckled breathlessly, slightly shaking his head at himself, “but it’s kinda like… sucking on a lollypop?”
Eddie’s cock twitched when you looked up at him – eyes glimmering, slick lips after you gave him an experimental lick – and hesitantly wrapped your lips around him. His hips jerked ever so slightly as you tentatively moved your tongue. Your mouth felt velvety smooth and slick around his cock as you slowly took more of him.
“T-that’s it, Sweetheart,” he groaned softly, furrowing his brows as he tried to burn the image in front of him into his brain: your soft, pink lips wrapped unsurely around his cock with your hard nipples peeking from under his jacket. “T-take– fuck. Take all the time you need.”
His brown eyes fluttered shut when you gave him a tentative suck before you tried getting more of him into your mouth. His free hand brushed softly against your cheek, then slid to the back of your head before curling his fingers into your hair – he didn’t push himself deeper into you, instead, he just held you softly.
“Jesus, just like that, baby,” he groaned out with furrowed eyebrows as he looked back down at you.
His head fell back when he saw the way your eyes glistened and your eyebrows furrowed as your throat strained around his cock.
“I’m– fuck, Sweetheart,” he whimpered out, soft yet desperate as you continued bobbing your head tentatively. “I’m close.”
You looked up at him, desperate to see his face as you brought him closer to the edge, and quickened up your pace just slightly. Eddie’s cock twitched as he released into your mouth with one last whimper. He groaned when your tongue continued lapping at his slit, despite the sudden and unusual taste of his tangy cum filling you before you swallowed it down.
Your eyebrows furrowed as he gently pulled at your hair when he started to feel overstimulated, and pulled his cock from between your lips. A string of spit and cum hung between your pink lips and his swollen tip. Eddie blinked tiredly at the view before he wiped his thumb against your bottom lip, his chest rising rapidly as he watched it break and drop down your chest.
“Jesus, fuck,” he gulped nervously.
“W-was that… was that okay?” you asked nervously blinking up at him while you slowly brought your twitching hands back into your lap.
Eddie’s brows shot upwards immediately, clearly not expecting that question to leave your mouth – not after the breathless mess you’d just turned him into. He swallowed hard, his chest still struggling to steady itself.
“O-okay?” His eyes widened before a broken, disbelieving laugh escaped him. “Sweetheart, that was fucking amazing.”
Warmth flooded your face instantly.
His hands immediately found your cheeks again, gently pulling you up and closer towards him like he physically couldn’t help himself.
“You’re fucking amazing,” he whispered breathlessly before crashing his lips back onto yours.
Eddie pulled you back into his lap before wrapping both arms tightly around your frame, pressing your chest flush against his again. The heavy leather of his jacket stayed trapped between the two of you while he pulled you into another soft kiss, softer this time and far less desperate than before.
His hair had become a complete mess from the amount of times he’d dragged his hand through it when you had him in your mouth, loose curls brushing and tickling against your face while you melted further into his touch.
“You’ll be the death of me,” he whispered quietly against your lips.
“I really like you too,” you giggled before closing your lips against his once again.
That pulled a soft, breathless laugh out of Eddie before he kissed you again, smiling so hard against your lips it almost made you laugh. He murmured a teasing yeah? between kisses, though the flushes cheeks and warmth in his eyes completely ruined any attempt at sounding smug.
Your fingers curled gently into the back of his shirt while you nodded against him. “Yeah.”
Something unbearably fond flickered across his face then – something so open and unguarded it almost stole the breath from your lungs all over again.
“Fuck,” he whispered quietly while pulling you impossibly closer against his chest, like he still couldn’t fully believe you were real. “Good. ‘Cause I think I’m in pretty deep here, Sweetheart.”
His hands found their way to your naked hips, tightening his grip on you. “Especially when you look like this.”
You giggled shyly as you hid your face in the crook of his neck, feeling somewhat embarrassed at the way you probably looked – breathless, messy hair, his jacket basically swallowing your naked frame.
“Stop it,” you said flustered, brushing your nose against his neck.
“No way, Sweetheart,” he chuckled before placing a quick kiss against your temple. The warmth in Eddie’s laugh rumbled softly underneath your cheek when you buried yourself further into his neck, clearly far too pleased with how flustered he’d made you. “You’re adorable when you do that,” he murmured teasingly while his fingers continued tracing lazy patterns against your hips underneath the oversized leather swallowing you whole.
A groan immediately escaped you.
“No, seriously,” Eddie snorted softly before tilting his head just enough to brush another kiss against your hairline. “You’re sitting in my lap, wearing my jacket and looking all fucked-out and shy. What exactly do you expect me to do with that?”
Your entire body heated up instantly. “Eddie,” you whined into his neck, horrified laughter muffled against his skin.
That only made him laugh harder, breathing dramatically while tightening his arms around you again. “I’m a weak man.”
He gently pulled you away from the crook of his neck, thumbs brushing softly against your hipbones while his eyes searched lazily for yours again.
“You, uh…” Eddie licked his lips, visibly getting distracted for a second by your flushed face and thoroughly kissed-swollen lips before he managed to gather his thoughts again. “You hungry?”
A soft giggle escaped you before you nodded.
“Alrighty,” he mumbled warmly before suddenly scooping you up into his arms just enough to place you carefully back down onto the mattress.
The springs creaked softly underneath you while Eddie leaned over you again, his ringed fingers gently tugging at the sleeves of his jacket still hanging loosely from your frame.
“There they are,” he murmured teasingly under his breath once he finally pulled it free, clearly far too pleased with himself when he caught sight of your naked breasts and still-hard nipples.
“Eddie,” you groaned softly while hiding your face behind your hands.
His laugh came out low and warm while he leaned down to scatter a trail of soft kisses across your cheek and jaw.
“I’m kidding,” he whispered against your skin before pressing one final kiss beneath your ear. “Mostly.”
Your heard drawers opening somewhere behind you before Eddie reappeared beside the bed again, wearing a clean pair of boxers and holding one of his shirts.
“C’mere,” he murmured gently while helping you out of the jacket and pulling the shirt over your head.
The shirt practically swallowed you whole, sleeves falling far beyond your hands while Eddie stared at you for a second longer than necessary afterwards.
“…Okay, maybe I’m not surviving this actually,” he breathed out dramatically.
A few minutes later, your legs dangled from where you sat on the kitchen counter while you watched Eddie frantically move around the kitchen, trying not to somehow burn the pasta he was cooking for the two of you. Your laughter mixed softly with the record playing in the background while Eddie cursed under his breath somewhere near the stove.
The oversized Motörhead long sleeve hung from your frame shifted when you swung your legs lightly against the cabinet beneath you, watching Eddie with warm amusement while golden evening sunlight stretched through the tiny trailer kitchen.
“What?” he asked suspiciously when he caught you staring.
“Just…” A soft smile tugged at your lips while heat immediately rushed into your cheeks. “How easy this feels.”
Your stomach flipped embarrassingly hard the second the words left your mouth. And apparently Eddie noticed too, because his eyes widened slightly in realisation before a smug grin slowly spread across his face. His soft chuckle filled the tiny trailer kitchen, low and warm and completely unrestrained. Then, without warning, he abandoned the stove entirely and crossed the kitchen towards you instead.
“Hi,” he murmured softly once he settled himself between your legs.
Your hands slowly lowered from your face again. “Hi.”
One of his hands settled against your thigh while the other gently brushed your hair behind your ear.
“You look really pretty in my clothes,” he admitted quietly, like the confession had slipped out before he could stop it.
The softness in his voice immediately stole whatever teasing remark you’d been about to throw back at him.
Somewhere behind him, the pot suddenly boiled over with an aggressive hiss.
“Shit,” Eddie yelped before whipping back towards the stove.
Your laughter immediately echoed through the kitchen and into the living room while Eddie pointed accusingly over his shoulder at you.
“This is your fault, Sweetheart.”
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Eddie watched disgustedly as you bat your eyelashes for the thousandth time. How you leaned in close to his best friend. How you threw your head back exaggeratively every time he told a joke that wasn’t even that funny. The way you lightly brushed your fingertips along his biceps.
It was fucking pathetic….and it had been pissing Eddie off all night.
Eddie lets out a sarcastic snort, rolling his eyes as he knocked back the last of his beer. The sound causes you to snap your head towards him, narrowing your eyes angrily. He always fucking got like this when he was around you- a complete sarcastic asshole with no filter and a loud mouth. You couldn’t fucking stand it.
“No worries.” Steve says, causing you to forget all about Eddie Munson as you turn your head to look at him- your heart fluttering as you see him smile. “I’m glad you came.”
Eddie genuinely wanted to gag. He never understood how Steve could be so nice to you. Especially when you came off so needy, slutty and desperate to fuck anything that walked. At least, that’s how you dressed.
Eddie couldn’t help but curl his lip at the outfit you were wearing tonight- a full getup that he would’ve guessed that you had picked up off the clearance rack at Whores-R-Us.
Low-cut black top that showed off a little too much of your cleavage, the world’s tiniest leather miniskirt, and a pair of knee-high boots. You were dressed up in hopes of getting railed tonight, Eddie thought. What you didn’t know was that you were probably the last person at this party that his friend would fuck.
“Hey, I’m going in the kitchen for drinks.” Steve announces “Anyone want anything? Want another beer, Eddie?”
“Please.” Eddie answers, looking at you from the corner of his eye “I’m gonna need one if I’m gonna deal with the rest of tonight.” You don’t miss it when Eddie shoots a pointed look towards you, making it obvious who he was referring to.
“Cool.” Steve says, completely missing Eddie’s snide comments “I’ll be right back.”
You watch Steve saunter off, staring at his ass in his tight blue Levi’s- letting yourself get lost in your thoughts before you finally hear it. Another one of Eddie’s relentless asshole comments.
“Jesus Christ.” He snorts “Might as well have just flashed him your tits. Probably would’ve been less obvious.”
“Excuse me?” You scoff, looking over at Eddie with a scowl on your face as he grins.
“Oh please. You know exactly what I’m talking about. You’re laying it on thicker than a coat of paint.” Eddie insults “Thank you for inviting me, Steve…” He imitates in the best high-pitched feminine voice he could muster.
“Please, sweetheart. You think you’re slick but you’re not. Might as well just get on your knees and beg to suck him off, at this point.”
Your nose wrinkles up in disgust at his crude remark. “Ew! What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Me?” Eddie replies sarcastically “Definitely not the astronomical amount of daddy issues that you seem to have going for you. Seriously, Princess, it’s pathetic the way you act around him. All of this flirting and desperation for a guy that wouldn’t even give you the time of day.”
You were used to Eddie being a dick to you- that was nothing new. However, for some reason, the last thing he said had cut deep. Too deep.
“Fuck you, Munson.” You spit, your face becoming hot with anger. Who the fuck did he think he was?
“Oh, dream on, sweetheart.” He laughs “I would have to be crazy to even think about touching you with a ten foot pole.”
Fucking prick….
“Oh really?” You scoff “Because I wouldn’t even piss on you if you were on fire, Munson.”
“Oh, ouch.” He chuckles sarcastically “So mean, Princess. Looks like someone can’t handle the truth.”
“You’re a fucking dick.” You mutter, eyes narrowing.
“What’s that, sweetheart?” Eddie smirks “You said I’ve got a big dick?”
“You are so fucking disgusting!” You were so angry that you were shaking and Eddie was loving it.
“Disgustingly handsome?” He adds, laughing as you pretend to gag.
“I’d rather gouge my eyes out with a fucking spoon than look at you.” You spit, voice laced with venom.
“Huh.” Eddie laughs “That’s funny. Your eyes are seemingly still attached and you keep looking at me soooo…”
“As if!” You scoff, nose wrinkling in pure disgust.
“Whatever you say, Clueless.” Eddie snorts.
God, you fucking hated him.
“Alright!” Steve’s voice bellows as he rejoins you and Eddie where you had been bickering “One beer.” He hands over the drink as Eddie takes it in his hands.
“Thank you, big boy.” Eddie jokes, doing another imitation of you as he bats his eyelashes. You whip your head over at him, giving him a hard, icy glare. Steve just stands there, confused as he looks between you and Eddie.
“….Okay then…” Steve breathes, completely caught off-guard.
And then, by the grace of some higher power, someone else decides to be a distraction. Thank goodness…
“Munson, come here for a second!” You hear a voice call Eddie over, causing you to let out a sigh of relief. Finally. Maybe he’d leave you the fuck alone for a while. And right next to Steve, at that. What a prime opportunity.
But, to your dismay, Eddie catches your relief- his eyes flickering between you and Steve as it finally clicks for him. His lips curl in a devilish smirk that causes your stomach to drop.
“Sorry, man!” He calls out “I’m a little busy. I’ll catch up with you a little later though.”
summary - your boyfriend gator can’t keep his hands to himself when you wear dresses
c/w - smut 18+, dom!rough!gator, public fingering, tit slapping, spitting, choking, fingers in mouth. overall just filthy.
gator loved when his pretty girl wore flowy sundresses. all right and tight on your chest, and loose and flowy on your hips. he loved imagining you bent over the nearest surface, dress all bunched up at your waist as he sunk his fat cock deep inside of you. he imagined it everywhere, all the time, especially when you were at dinner.
you and gator were tucked into a corner circle booth, sitting side by side at your local diner. he hasn’t touched his meal once, his focus was entirely on you, and on the way your dress keeps riding up your thighs everytime you shifted on the seat.
gator licked his lips. a grin spreading across his face as he leaned into your ear, lips brushing the soft skin “y’know i can’t think straight when yer dressed like that. makes me wanna ruin ya right here in this booth. just.. lean over an’ taste what’s all mine.”
your cheeks flushed and you whispered shyly “gator! not.. here!”
his grin grew wider, he loved making you all flustered. “not here? sugar.. everywhere’s here when yer wearin’ that” his large hand reached under the table, his calloused and rough fingers finding the bare skin of your knee. his thumb began stroking your skin gently, moving higher up your thigh. the contact felt electric, like a line of fire.
“been hard f’ya since we sat down. ain’t gonna get any softer just sitting here either. my good girls gonna be real good f’me tonight, ain’t she?”
you knew he was teasing you, and it was working just as he wanted. heat was pooling in your lower stomach, pussy throbbing against the vinyl booth.
you bit your bottom lip, sinking your teeth into it as you said quietly “you’re bein awful, gator…” but his fingers kept moving upwards, rough skin dragging up your thigh. “awful? aww, baby. you ain’t even seen awful yet.”
you risked a glance down, and saw the bulge straining against his pants. he noticed your staring and shifted, a deliberate roll of his hips just for your eyes, so you swallowed hard and attempted to take another bite of your dinner, attempting some normalcy. you hadn’t even gotten the check yet, there was no way you could get this worked up now. in the middle of the diner.
“gonna take ya home, peel this pretty dress right off and fuck you so deep you forget your own name. that what you want, hmm?”
“gator. we’re at dinner. stop it.” you said it in a serious tone, but it lacked any real heat, you couldn’t stop the reactions your body was having because of him. he was irresistible, if you were being honest with yourself.
“dinner? my main course is you, spread out on my sheets.” his fingers pushed higher, slipping just past the lace edge of your panties. the calloused pad of his thumb found your clit and he pressed hard, making you jump slightly. he started working in slow agonizing circles that had your breath hitching as you looked around the crowded restaurant in a panic, attempting to be as quiet as possible. “soakin through those pretty panties f’me already? i can smell it. mmm. all hot and wet f’me.” he groaned out.
“gator.. please, baby. not here. c’mon.” but your words dissolved into a small choked off moan. the sound seemed to go straight to his dick, gator shifted uncomfortably as his thumb pressed harder, one finger sliding deep into your dripping pussy with ease before pulling it out and bringing it to his mouth, sucking on it like he’d just tasted the best meal of his life.
you gasped and immediately bit down harder on your lip, certain you’d break skin and taste blood anytime now. he always loved getting you like this, all hot and flustered, because he knew you’d never turn him down. as much as you knew he shouldn’t have his fingers toying with your wet pussy in the middle of the local diner, it felt too good and gator looked too damn good.
he leaned over and whispered in your ear with the most devilish smirk you’d ever seen, and you knew he was enjoying himself “think anybody in here knows what a good little slut i got under this table? making all that mess f’me? such a good dirty girl.”
your cheeks burned in embarrassment and arousal, you wanted him badly, and you knew what you’d get as soon as you were out of the public eye. gator never fucked you nicely, he was always rough, like he had something to prove to himself. he softened in small rare moments, when you were truly alone and he could let his guard down around you, but when it came to sex? he was rough. maybe it was about the possession of it all, proving that a good girl like you could belong with a guy like him. you didn’t care what it was about, you came everytime regardless.
his fingers continued to make a mess of your pussy all through dinner, you were swollen and sensitive, and desperate for a release when he pulled them out of you to throw some money on the table. you were left aching and empty until he grabbed your hand to yank you out of the booth, barely giving you time to adjust your dress and panties that were pushed to the side.
gator practically dragged you out of the restaurant, one hand firm on your upper arm to hold you up and his other hand was guiding you by the lower back. your legs felt shaky and unsteady as you walked out. you glanced around the restaurant, but nobody seemed to notice, or maybe they we’re just smart enough not to stare too long.
“c’mon, can’t wait, need you now.” he practically growled it into your ear as he pulled you towards his truck that was parked in the back of the lot, yanking your door open and helping you inside. he jogged to his side and got in the car quickly, immediately working at his belt buckle. “c’mere, wanna feel that sweet used-up cunt stretching around me.”
“gator.. we’re in a parking lot.. we can’t-“ you cut yourself off looked around at the dark lot, but your body started to move anyway. you wanted him as badly as he wanted you, and suddenly a dark lot didn’t seem like the worst place in the world to get fucked.
gator pushed his pants down, freeing his hard thick cock from his boxers and immediately wrapped his large hand around himself. his head tilted back on the head rest as he moaned, stroking himself and smearing the pre-cum all over the head. the sight made you desperate and needy, arousal coating the insides of your thighs as you began to shift to get on top of him. once you climbed into his lap, your shaky hands immediately found his dick. you guided him to your entrance, and his hands were clamping down onto your hips, long fingers digging into your skin hard enough to make little bruises.
the second you felt the tip of him enter your desperate pussy, you both gasped. you kept moving down slowly, letting your body adjust to the overwhelming size of him. moans fell from your lips every second, the stretch so intense it bordered on pain. gator rolled his hips, thrusting upwards until you were completely full of him. every inch of his long fat cock swallowed whole by your tight and wet pussy. you began to whimper, and crushed your mouth to his to silence some of the desperate sounds you were making.
his tongue slid into your mouth, teeth biting gently at your top lip. gators hands were everywhere, but they focused on your ass. he gripped hard, guiding your movements slowly to set a perfect pace for him while drawing his palm back to smack hard at the soft flesh.
he muttered against your lips while he was smacking your ass “that’s it, move that sweet ass for me. i love when you fuck yourself on my dick”
you attempted to ride him more, attempted to bounce up and down on that thick length, but it was too much. too overwhelming. everytime you lifted yourself up, your thighs burned and trembled, managing to travel an inch or two before sinking back down. you were moaning wildly in the dark car, the sounds muffled against the force of his sweet mouth.
gator let out a soft laugh, amused. “too much for ya? too big? mmm. that’s how i like it. watchin you struggle to take it makes me wanna fuck ya even harder.” his hands tightened, and he fucked up into you again. the force of it making you see stars and your eyes rolled back mindlessly.
you moaned again, louder and breathlessly panting “g-gator, too.. too big..” your eyes were dazed in submission, all soft and pliant for him. gator loved this. gator felt like he was spiraling in most things in his life, so he loved when he had a small sense of control, and you always gave that to him. he loved watching you go blank, turning into nothing but a toy for him to use for his pleasure.
his hand shifted to grab at your throat, pressing into your pulse point slightly “just a sweet dumb cunt for me to fill, ain’t ya?” his rhythm was relentless, his cock hitting your g-spot in a way that was making you coat him in your juices relentlessly, the sounds of your wetness now audible when you’d sink down on him. gator groaned, eyebrows furrowing together as he brought your head closer to his by the grip on your throat “you take it so good, just made to get fucked stupid. wish i could keep you like this forever, dumb and drippin on my dick.”
your hands were clawing at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin while your brain was too fucked out to speak anymore. you were begging for more, for less, and for release all at the same time. he stared at you and bit down on his lower lip, a smirk forming as his hand left your throat, and two fingers slid up your jaw towards your lips. he pried your lips open and tilted your head back, you watched as he lifted his head and brought his lips to hover over yours before gathering saliva in his mouth and spitting it directly into yours. you opened wide and obedient, wanting to swallow anything he could give you. you felt the pleasure run through your body, going straight to your pussy, feeling it clench and flutter around his cock where it was buried deep inside of you.
“fuck, you love that, huh?” gators eyes were locked on throat, watching you swallow, before thrusting harder into you. your body jolting upwards and into his chest, breasts falling out of your sundress and into his face.
his hand left your jaw and hip and went straight to your tits, kneading them and pinching your nipples as you gasped in response. his palm came down and smacked against your left tit, a red mark already forming as you whimpered from the sensation. they continued bouncing in his face as his other hand made contact with your right tit. it was an intoxicating mixture of pleasure and pain, and it caused the tension in you to snap. your legs began to tremble and your stutter from where you were riding him, body shuddering as you coated his cock in your cum, clenching around his thick length tightly. a loud moan left your lips as your head tilted back and his mouth attached to you, sucking on your nipple, hollowing his cheeks as his tongue flicked back and forth.
it was overwhelming, all you could do was beg. “pl- please, gator.. please..” you weren’t sure what exactly it was you were begging for.
“yeah, fuckin’ beg, so pretty when you’re all broken on my dick. such a filthy mouth.” his eyes were so dark, completely filled with lust as he destroyed your pussy and brought his hand up to stick two of his thick fingers past your lips and down your throat. you gagged around him, saliva and drool seeping out the corners of your mouth as gator fucked you dumb and his tongue darted out to lick the drool dripping down your chin.
the sight of you completely full of him, gagging around his fingers, and your pussy clenching hard on him was it for gator. you felt him begin to speed up, thrusts becoming uncontrolled before his eyebrows furrowed together and his eyes squeezed shut. a low groan fell from his pretty swollen lips as he slammed his dick into you one last time, burying himself as deep as he could. you could feel the hot release of his cum soaking inside of you, a thick flow that seemed to go on forever. his hands were back on your hips, gripping and holding you exactly where he wanted as he came inside of your pussy. his forehead dropped to your shoulder right after, and his breath was coming out in heavy pants.
“christ…fuckin’ ruined you, didn’t i? dumb, drippin, and full of cum. just how i like ya’” his breath felt hot on your skin. slowly he began to help you lift off of him and back into the passenger seat as you began to adjust your dress.
“ready t’go home, sugar? can’t wait to see ya all glistening and spread out on my bed. got plans for that sweet pussy.”
you fought back a smile as you looked out the window, he was always so starving for you, even when he had an actual meal on the table in front of him.
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Summary: Eddie’s girlfriend decides she wants a piece before he has to leave for work at Hawkins Auto. Thankfully, being the owner means Eddie gets to decide how ‘late’ he can be.
Tags: Smut! (18+), morning sex, teasing, established relationship, domestic fluff, slight praise kink if you squint, mechanic!Eddie AU, modern Hawkins AU, buff!bearded!Eddie, Eddie is in his early 30s. (Only proofread some of this, too tired to finish.)
Fem!Reader is in her late 20s, though unnamed/undescribed. <3
(I fucking love this AU. I cannot stop writing for it.)
Word Count: 2.1K
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Most mornings, Eddie tried not to wake his girlfriend while he got ready for work. Still, she’d gotten so used to the sounds of him moving around their bedroom that she often found herself lying there with sleepy, half-open eyes just to watch him quietly start his day — though ‘quietly’ was usually relative when it came to Eddie.
The light creak of dresser drawers opening, the low hum of music drifting from his phone speaker in the bathroom, the heavy thud of his work boots hitting the floor one at a time. After nearly three years together, it had all become strangely comforting to her, familiar in the best possible way.
Her eyes opened slightly as she watched Eddie carefully pull open their shared closet door, reaching inside for one of his Hawkins Auto t-shirts. Her gaze trailed over the thick muscle of his arms as he reached, then down the broad span of his back to the trim of his waist hugged by his dark navy work pants.
Lucky for him, his work clothes were simple. Lucky for her, he looked ridiculously good in them.
A fond, appreciative hum left her throat. Eddie heard the sound and paused mid-motion, glancing over his shoulder with a grin already tugging at his lips.
“Mmm?” he repeated, one eyebrow lifting. “Someone’s up early.” His voice was low, still rough with sleep but already carrying that familiar teasing tone as he turned toward her, the shirt he’d grabbed left hanging loosely over his shoulder instead of being pulled on.
“Mhm,” her eyes closed briefly as she nodded once.
Eddie chuckled softly before tossing the shirt onto the bed beside her. A second later, he crawled onto the mattress, his weight dipping it beneath him as he hovered over her, bracing himself on his forearms. The warmth of his freshly showered skin and the clean scent of his cologne wrapped around her instantly, caging her comfortably against the bed. His beard brushed across her skin as he nuzzled into the curve of her neck.
“Good morning,” she hummed with a smile, slipping her arms out from beneath him so she could loosely wrap them around his neck.
“Mornin’,” he mumbled back, the word muffled against her skin.
Her fingers moved absentmindedly through his hair, still slightly damp from the shower he’d taken after waking up, while he slowly pressed further into her. His face stayed tucked into her neck as more of his weight settled over her, drawing a laugh from her the more dramatic he became. His arms slipped beneath her, trapped between her body and the mattress just so he could hold her tighter. He was heavy, all warm muscle and weight, but she loved the way he always seemed to melt against her like this.
They stayed like that for another couple of minutes before Eddie finally lifted his head, his face hovering only inches from hers when she met his eyes. He leaned down first, placing a lingering kiss to her cheek before beginning to pull himself away. But before he could fully lift himself from the bed, her hand reached up, fingers gently catching the silver chain dangling from his neck.
Eddie froze mid-retreat, blinking down at her with amusement flickering in his eyes. A slow, knowing smirk crossed his face — one that only deepened when she tugged lightly on the chain still clasped in her fingers.
“Oh?” he questioned. “You wanna play before work?”
“I absolutely do,” she mumbled softly, eyes wandering over his face. “Unless you have to get going...”
Eddie let out a breathy laugh, his pretty brown eyes slightly hooded as he looked down at her. His nostrils flared faintly before he settled his weight back over her again.
“Baby, who’s gonna write me up for being late? Me?” he said with a small grin, dragging his fingers through her sleep-mussed hair. She smiled at his joke as his hand moved down to gently grasp her wrist still holding his chain, guiding it away before pressing her hand firmly into the mattress beside her head.
Her expression softened as she bit down on her lip, her free hand slipping between them to push the blankets aside in a messy heap near the edge of the bed. Warmth bloomed through her cheeks, anticipation curling low in her stomach as Eddie dipped his head and kissed her softly, unhurried and lingering enough to make her melt beneath him. Her hand drifted upward, fingertips gliding over the broad slope of his shoulder before settling around his bicep. She could feel the subtle flex of muscle beneath his skin as he shifted over her, solid and heavy in a way that always made her feel completely surrounded by him.
The belt buckle clicked as Eddie freed it one-handed, his fingers working without hurry — a sharp contrast to the way his mouth moved against her neck, teeth grazing sensitive skin in gentle, teasing bites. He hummed deep in his throat at the way her breath caught, her fingers tightening against his arm as he tugged his belt free from the loops and let it drop carelessly to the floor with a muted thud.
“You just look so good getting ready for work,” she whispered near his ear, slowly dragging her knee along his side.
Eddie’s beard tickled her skin as he laughed softly against her neck, taking her hand and guiding it smoothly to the waistband of his pants. “Undo these for me, pretty girl.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied, unable to hide the subtle excitement in her voice as her fingers moved to undo the button of his pants. The rasp of Eddie’s zipper filled the room as he helped her guide it down, his breath warm against her lips when he leaned in to claim hers again. She opened her mouth to him as her hands cradled his face, breathing deeply through her nose. The kiss deepened naturally, full of the same passion he always gave her, steady enough that she could savor every second of it.
Eddie shifted his weight onto his left elbow, while his right hand worked his pants open just enough to free himself. His fingers trailed down her thigh, lifting her leg just enough to drape it over his hip as he settled himself between hers. She could feel him pressing against her, slow and teasing at first, until a quiet hum came from her throat as she tilted her hips upward to meet him. Eddie groaned softly against her mouth, fingers tightening around her thigh as he pushed forward, slipping inside with one smooth roll of his hips.
“Fuck,” he breathed, pulling back slightly from the kiss. His forehead pressed against hers as he buried himself fully into her. “Morning sex is so fuckin’ good.”
His hips rocked into hers at first, each movement lazy and thorough, dragging soft gasps from her lips while his fingers traced idle patterns along the skin of her thigh.
He kissed her again, swallowing her quiet moan as he pushed himself deeper, setting a steady rhythm that quickly had her arching into him, chasing every careful thrust. Eddie laughed low in his throat at the reaction, pressing his lips to the curve of her neck.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured against her skin, biting lightly at her pulse point. Her fingers curled into his hair, nails barely scratching against his scalp as he shifted his weight, adjusting himself onto his forearms for better leverage. The new angle sent him deeper, earning a loud moan from her lips as her hips moved to meet his thrusts. Eddie groaned, his breath hot near her ear as he quickened his pace slightly, just enough to draw more of those pretty sounds from her throat.
“Eddie,” she mewled, fingers tightening in his hair as he lowered his head to leave open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone. His name spilled from her lips again, quieter this time, barely more than a whisper as his hand slipped under her shirt, fingers teasing just beneath the curve of her breast.
Eddie hummed against her skin, his hips thrusting deep and slow as his thumb brushed over her nipple, prompting a sharp gasp from her mouth. He lifted his head just enough to meet her eyes, his own darkened with pleasure as he watched her lips part on a moan.
“That’s it,” he cooed, squeezing her breast gently in his palm. “Lemme see you.”
She arched into his touch with a faint whimper, her nails dragging lightly down the back of his neck as she let her head tip back against the pillows. The heat of his hand on her skin, the rhythmic push of his hips — every sensation tightened the heat already curling low in her stomach with each deep roll of his body against hers. Her breath came in short, uneven gasps, her legs tightening around his waist as she pulled him closer, craving the weight of him pressing her into the mattress.
Eddie growled, low and rough, when she clenched around him, his fingers flexing on her side as his hips stuttered slightly. His lips found hers again in a slow, open-mouthed kiss, his tongue dragging lazily over hers while his free hand slid down her body, slipping between them to press into the heat of her. The first brush of his fingers against her clit drew a sharp cry from her, muffled by his mouth as she writhed beneath him, pleasure coiling tighter in her stomach.
“Fuck,” she hissed lightly, pulling back from the kiss as her nails dug deeper into his shoulders. The tension pulled tighter with every deliberate stroke of his fingers, every deep thrust of his hips — her body trembled beneath him, heat pooling low until it threatened to spill over. Eddie watched her unravel with dark, possessive satisfaction, his rhythm faltering as her thighs clenched around him.
“Atta girl,” he rasped, breath ragged against her ear as her back arched off the mattress. The back of her head pushed into the pillow as she came undone beneath him, every muscle tensing before sinking into the sheets — Eddie watched her fall apart with heavy-lidded eyes, his own release chasing hers with a groan muffled against her shoulder.
He stayed inside her for another moment, savoring the way her body still fluttered around him before finally pulling out with a quiet exhale. His fingers brushed stray hairs back from her forehead as his thumb traced the warm flush high on her cheeks.
“Damn good way to start the day,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her nose before rolling off the bed with a quiet grunt.
“Ugh,” she whined the second his weight disappeared from above her. Laughing softly as he stretched, Eddie tossed her a wink while adjusting himself back into his pants.
“C’mon, don’t make that face,” he teased, bending to retrieve his belt before giving her thigh a playful swat. “If I’m any later, Ray’s gonna start thinkin’ I died.”
She smiled, huffing a quiet laugh through her nose as she rolled onto her side to watch him fix his belt and pull his work shirt on. Eddie stood from the bed afterward, grabbing his watch from the nightstand and fastening it around his wrist with practiced ease. When his gaze lifted back to her, a dimple pressed into his cheek as he smiled.
A second later, he crossed back toward the bed, bracing a hand beside her as he bent down to leave one last soft kiss against her lips before pulling back just enough for his face to hover above hers.
“See you later, angel,” he murmured, “I’ll call you on my break.”
“Okay, baby,” she smiled sweetly. The way she looked up at him — soft and sleepy, skin still flushed from the morning they’d shared — made something tighten warmly in his chest. His hand came up to cradle her face, thumb brushing lightly along her cheekbone as he leaned down once more, his voice dropping into that quiet, intimate tone she adored so much.
“I love you,” he said.
She looked at him softly, the sincerity behind it was unmistakable. “I love you.”
His thumb lingered against her cheek for another second before he finally straightened with a reluctant sigh, reaching for his keys on the dresser, the soft jingle of metal filling the room.
“Don’t go back to sleep before you eat something,” he said, glancing back at her with that familiar fondness and slight bossy tilt of his chin.
She mirrored the look with exaggerated seriousness. “Will do.”
With one last smirk, Eddie stepped out into the hallway, his boots thudding softly against the hardwood before fading into the distant rumble of the garage door opening. The quiet that followed settled around her gently as she curled deeper beneath the sheets, breathing in the lingering scent of his cologne still clinging to the pillow.
Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader
Summary: A one-time attempt to scratch an itch turns into something you aren’t prepared for when you realize that Eddie “The Freak” Munson is more than he seems.
Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Hurt/Comfort
Smut: Inexperienced!Eddie, cunnilingus, coming in pants
Content: no Y/N, Dual POV, opposites attract, secret relationship, friends with benefits to lovers, Bitch!Reader, Eddie gets to know you, and you get what you wanted, 1820/17415 words
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Chapter 3 - Dangerous Territory - You
You don’t realize that it’s gotten dark until you suddenly have to strain your eyes to see Eddie from across the van.
“Do you need to head back home?” he asks, tapping his shoe against yours.
“No,” you answer. “My parents are out of town until Tuesday. Business trip.”
“They work together?” he asks. There’s a click, and the back of the van illuminates with the light from a little camping lantern to Eddie’s right.
You laugh dryly. “My mom doesn’t trust my dad to go alone after the last time. He got a little too close to a secretary half his age.”
“Oh.”
“The beauty of the nuclear family,” you hum. “Parents who barely love each other, and siblings who never speak to each other.” You could really use a beer.
“You and your brother used to be close though?”
“He used to look up to me. He was my little right hand man,” you say, with a somber smile. “But all boys learn to hate their sisters eventually. Especially when the sisters are bitches.”
“That’s harsh,” Eddie says.
“Harsh but true. I’m a total bitch. Everybody knows it.”
He shrugs. “You’ve been pretty tolerable the past twenty-four hours.”
“Just tolerable? And here I thought we were bonding,” you pout, kicking his foot.
He kicks you back. “We are. Just keeping your ego in check.”
You laugh softly, letting the moment hang in the air before you continue the conversation.
“You don’t have any siblings, right?” Eddie Munson’s home life has been pretty much broadcast to all of Hawkins, but you never know the full story unless you hear it from the source, right?
“No,” he answers. “But Hellfire is pretty close.”
“Right, your little ducklings.”
“I prefer to call them sheep, and I their shepherd.” He speaks with a haughty tone that resembles a medieval squire. He probably makes a good Dungeon Master. Better than you had, anyway.
“Sounds to me like you’ve got a bit of a god complex.”
“Uh, obviously? That’s like the number one requirement for being a cult leader,” he teases.
“Ugh, will you let that go?” you groan.
“You know, life would be so much easier for us if people could just wrap their heads around the fact that Dungeons and Dragons isn’t satanic.”
“Yeah. If they knew you were all just a bunch of dweebs playing make-believe in basements they’d feel sorry instead of scared.”
“Exactly!” Eddie says, throwing up his hands.
“Do you ever miss it?” he asks. “Being a dweeb?”
“I was never a dweeb.”
Eddie flops over his hands lying in his lap. “Did we not just establish that playing D&D makes you a dweeb?”
“I didn’t play because I wanted to. I played because my brother wanted me to,” you correct. “But yeah, I do kind of miss it.”
“Do you ever think about reaching out?”
“I bully kids like my brother,” you mutter. The sentiment sinks into you like oil to silk. “Reaching out isn’t really on the table.”
“Do you ever think about changing?”
The question is sour to your ears.
“I’m tired of talking. Let’s make out,” you say, standing from your position against the van’s wall to step over and drop into Eddie’s lap. He jumps beneath you.
“Okay. I think we’re deflecting,” he stammers through an uneasy smile.
You tilt your head, looking at him impatiently. “Do you not want to make out with me?”
“I just feel like I asked a serious question, and you’re trying to distract me with your feminine wiles.”
“We’re not serious, Munson. You’re not entitled to my feelings,” you snap.
Eddie frowns. “You’re right. I’m not.”
“Okay. Now, do you want to fool around or what?”
Eddie bites his lip. You swallow your budding anger to plaster on a more seductive expression. Your hand slides up his chest, and you shift your body closer up on his legs.
“I promise I’ll make it worth your while,” you purr, causing him to suck in a breath.
“You’re trouble,” he whispers. “Real trouble.”
“I know,” you whisper back, right against his lips. He swings into your gravity but freezes short of contact.
Since he’s too sweet to initiate, you do the work for him. You take Eddie’s lips to yours, and he stutters to life like his van after turning the key three times in the ignition. His hands grip your hips, grunting as you grind down onto him. He tastes like cigarettes, and you’ll have to remember to ask him for one when you’re done with him.
Eddie is a clumsy kisser at first, but he’s also a quick learner. He falls into a rhythm with you, matching the speed you set and your use of tongue. You’re quickly realizing that something about his clear inexperience and eagerness is becoming a turn on for you. Kissing is so annoying when boys know what they expect to get out of it. Eddie kisses like he’s lucky enough to do just that.
You reward his good behavior by trailing your lips down his neck and sucking on a spot that drives a soft whine from his lips which far from matches his harsh exterior. You laugh softly against his skin when you feel him harden beneath you. “You like that, Freak?”
“I—” He moans again when you grind down onto him. “Yeah,” he chokes.
“Have you ever eaten a girl out before, Munson?” you whisper into his flushed ear. His panting breaths puff against your collar.
“Uh—Well—”
“Do you want to?”
“Yes,” he says. “Yes, please.”
You pat his chin, grinning. “Good boy.”
Eddie gawks at you as you remove yourself from his lap to undress, tossing clothes and shoes whichever way you please until you’re left in your underwear. He jumps to action when you start to lay yourself back on the floor, shucking his jacket to fold up and rest under your head. He holds soft eye contact as he slowly lowers you onto the makeshift pillow.
“You are so cute,” you say, hooking your hands behind his neck to pull him down into another kiss. His eagerness returns, although he has to slam his elbow into the floorboard to keep from falling on top of you. There’s more confidence in his body as he sets his knees on either side of you and trails kisses down your neck. He doesn’t suck or bite. His touch is almost alien, too gentle for a one time thing.
“Let’s just skip to the sex part. I’m ready,” you say, pushing him away so that you can climb back on top.
“No,” he says, gripping the hands you’ve set on his shoulders. “I—Can I . . . I want to . . .”
“Want to what?” you tease.
“Let me go down on you. Please,” he says. He stares so deep into your eyes it’s like he reaches your soul. Your breathing seizes. You can’t get any words out, so you nod and let him lay you back down.
He trails his soft kisses down your chest. One hand reaches to slowly draw down your bra strap until the cup is pulled loose enough to where he can slide it down from your breast. He peppers more kisses along the skin until finally suckling on your nipple, pulling a gasp from your lips. You’re surprised when he doesn’t need your help to undo the clasp, even more so by how quickly he manages the task. The general consensus that guitarists are pretty dexterous must be true.
Eddie cups both breasts in either hand, sharing his attention between them with his lips. The action feeds an ache that you haven’t felt this strong in a long time.
“Get on with it,” you snap.
Eddie laughs into your skin, popping back up to kiss your lips. “All right, sweetheart.”
He’s already halfway down your body again, too far to catch the way your brow furrows at the pet name. You bite your lip, considering the way the word feels as it settles on your skin until Eddie slides down your underwear and rips another gasp from your mouth when he slips his tongue between your lips.
Eddie needs a bit of help to find the right spot, but he takes instruction well, which is more than you can say for some of the hook-ups you’ve had in the past. He experiments with lapping and sucking, massaging and circling, until gasps turn to whimpers turn to moans.
You’re not usually this loud, at least not genuinely. Boys tend to get more energetic when they feel like they’re doing well, and that energy is your only chance at actually getting off, so you have a habit of playing it up. Well, with Eddie, you’re loud. No theatrics about it, and to the point that it would be embarrassing if Eddie didn’t seem too preoccupied to care.
Your hands latch into his hair, and his to your thighs. For a second, your fantasies have actually become real, from imagining pulling at his long curls to having them taut between your fingertips. He groans as you tug, fueling his steady ministrations on you. But, in your fantasies he’s rough. His hands bruise instead of soothe. His words taunt instead of praise.
This Eddie, the real Eddie, is nothing like you fantasized about, and you’re not sure what that means.
You come sooner than you expect, with a cry and a tremor that travels across your whole body. Eddie keeps going until you have to push him away. He lifts his head with a face that begs for affirmation.
“Fuck, Munson,” is all you say, tossing your hand over your racing heart. Your skin is dewy with sweat.
Eddie crawls back up your body, kissing here and there along your skin. You stop him before he makes it to your mouth.
“Ew,” you cringe. “Wipe your mug.”
“Sorry,” he says, cleaning his face with the back of his hand.
“All right, big boy,” you say, sitting up. “Let me repay the favor.”
You’re already in his lap when Eddie says, “I’m all right,” with a soft blush on his cheeks.
You freeze, fingers hovering at his belt buckle. “What?” No guy has ever turned down sex with you, especially this far into foreplay.
Eddie bites his lip. “I, you know, I’m . . . I’m good.”
“You came?” You gawk at him, jaw loose. “From that?”
He averts his gaze. “Uh, yeah . . .” The tips of his ears tinge red, and he tugs his hair to cover it.
You huff a laugh, and a flabbergasted smile encroaches on your face. “Wow. You really are something.”
Eddie clearly doesn’t know what to say to that since he bounces between facial expressions before settling on a shrug.
You pat him twice on the chest before climbing off him to find your clothes.
“All right. Take me home, and maybe I’ll consider picking up where we left off after dinner.”
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description: morticia and gomez addams if they survived the horrors of hawkins, got married, raised two equally dramatic children, and spent the rest of their lives being unapologetically obsessed with each other.
pairing: eddie x wife!reader
tags: eddie x reader, no y/n, husband!eddie munson, dad!eddie munson, morticia and gomez addams coded, tooth rotting fluff (they're obsessed with eachother), soulmates, edward jr & corvina, domestic bliss, slice of life, gothic romance, munson family, black cat x black cat, love as devotion and worship
TW: NSFW (18+) minors do not interact!!, PiV, unprotected, mushy fluff
WC:7.3k
A/N: requested by @pierrotandsam AGH HERE IT IS!!! I HOPE YOU LOOOOOVE IT :))) reblogs are a writer's best friend <3
I'm so obsessed with this. **I proofread as best as i could...i got three hours of sleep last night, so my brain is straight mush
Eddie still remembers the day he first laid eyes on you. Summer, going into his third senior year at Hawkins, you walked into Larry’s Auto Body Repair looking like something pulled from the pages of a half-burnt gothic novel left to rot in an attic trunk.
The heat outside had been miserable; thick, wet Indiana air that made grease cling to skin and tempers run short, but you arrived untouched by it all. Draped in black despite the July sun, lace sleeves swallowing your wrists, silver rings glinting like tiny knives beneath the fluorescent lights.
Your perfume smelled faintly of clove cigarettes, old paper, and rain. Long dark hair spilled down your back in soft waves, and your eyes, God, your eyes, looked mournful in the way stained glass saints did. Beautiful enough to make a man confess every awful thing he’s ever done, truth or not.
Eddie had nearly dropped an engine part directly on his foot.
You’d stepped into the garage like you belonged in another century entirely, gaze drifting slowly across the room with detached fascination, lingering on rusted tools and oil stains as if they were artifacts in a museum.
Then you smiled at him. Not sweet, not shy, but devastating. Like you already knew every terrible thing about him and adored him for it anyway. From that moment on, Eddie Munson was ruined.
Years later, the people of Hawkins still spoke about the two of you in hushed, bewildered voices. The Munsons of the Creel House. The strange family on the hill with wrought iron gates, tangled in dead vines and black roses that somehow bloomed year-round.
Children swore candlelight moved through the windows at impossible hours. Neighbors whispered about organ music drifting through storms and the silhouettes dancing behind curtains long after midnight.
The truth was far less sinister, mostly. You simply loved beautiful things that others were too frightened to appreciate. And Eddie loved you enough to follow you anywhere, even the old Creel House.
At first, he’d refused to even step onto the property. Too many memories. Too much blood soaked into those walls. Vecna. Chrissy. The Upside Down. Every rotten thing Hawkins tried desperately to bury lived in the bones of that house.
But then you’d walked through the front doors for the first time, black dress trailing over dusty hardwood, staring up at the massive chandelier with wonder glowing across your face like moonlight.
“Eddie,” you’d whispered softly, almost reverently. “It’s perfect.”
And that had been it. Because you looked at the house the same way you looked at him, not with fear, but affection. Like ruined things deserved devotion too. So he rebuilt it for you.
Every creaking staircase. Every shattered window. Every rotted inch of wallpaper. Together, you turned the graveyard of Victor Creel’s legacy into something warm, strange, and terribly romantic. A home, your home.
Corvina, your eldest daughter, drifted through the manor like a tiny phantom in velvet dresses, all solemn eyes and unnerving intelligence. She collected moth wings in glass jars and read Poe beneath thunderstorms while Eddie watched with equal parts pride and concern.
Meanwhile, Edward Jr, though everyone called him Teddy, was chaos incarnate. Wild curls, scraped knees, and his father’s crooked grin. The poor kid had inherited Eddie’s dramatic flair and your complete lack of fear, which meant most afternoons ended with him attempting something mildly catastrophic somewhere on the property.
Eddie had been hesitant about naming him after himself. Truthfully, he was terrified.
He remembered sitting beside you in bed while rain battered the windows, your newborn son asleep against your chest. Candlelight flickered gold across your skin as Eddie stared at the tiny little thing wearing his name.
“What if he ends up like me?” he’d asked quietly. You’d looked at him then with that same devastating softness you’d always reserved for his ugliest thoughts.
“My darling,” you murmured, brushing your fingers through his curls, “I should certainly hope so.”
And just like that, the fear dissolved. Because in your eyes, Eddie Munson had never been something to outgrow or overcome. He had always been something to cherish.
The Creel House came alive slowly in the mornings. Rain tapped softly against the tall windows that morning, the sky outside painted silver and gloomy in the way you adored most.
Eddie stood at the stove in silk pajama pants and a black robe hanging open over his tattooed chest, swaying dramatically to the music while making pancakes shaped vaguely like bats.
“Darling,” you called from your place at the kitchen table, long black sleeves draped elegantly around your coffee cup, “I do believe those are becoming progressively less edible.”
Eddie pressed a hand to his heart in mock offense. “Cruel. Wounded before breakfast.”
“You married me for my cruelty.”
“I married you because you looked at me like a Victorian widow cursed by the sea.”
You smiled over the rim of your mug. “And you looked like trouble wrapped in leather.”
“Mm,” Eddie hummed proudly. “Still do.”
Before you could respond, Eddie appeared beside your chair suddenly, dramatically dropping to one knee like a man overcome with passion. He took your hand delicately, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. Then another to your wrist. Then another just beneath your sleeve.
You laughed softly, tilting your head as his curls brushed your skin. “Edward Munson,” you murmured. “The children are awake.”
“Good,” he replied against your hand. “They should witness devotion.”
Right on cue, Corvina entered the kitchen carrying three books against her chest, long dark braid hanging over one shoulder. She glanced once at the scene before deadpanning:
“You’re disgusting.”
“Thank you, my dove,” you said warmly.
Corvina moved to pour herself coffee like she hadn’t witnessed anything unusual at all. Then came the sound of slower footsteps, Teddy.
Edward Jr. appeared in the doorway wearing his Hawkins High hoodie, backpack hanging off one shoulder, curls sticking up wildly like he’d been running nervous hands through them for an hour.
And immediately, both you and Eddie noticed the expression on his face, and Eddie straightened a little. “Whoa. What’s with the funeral look, Theodore?”
Teddy hesitated, then slowly held up a folded yellow slip of paper. Your brows lifted slightly while Corvina sipped her coffee with the detached calm of someone witnessing an execution.
“It’s a summons,” Teddy muttered.
Eddie blinked once, then dramatically pointed the spatula toward him. “What’d you do?”
“I didn’t do anything!”
“That’s exactly what I used to say,” Eddie nodded solemnly. “And I was usually innocent at least forty percent of the time.”
You extended your hand calmly. “May I see it, darling?”
Teddy crossed the kitchen and handed it over anxiously while Eddie abandoned the pancakes entirely to loom over your shoulder. His chin immediately dropped onto the top of your head while his arms wrapped around your shoulders from behind instinctively.
You unfolded the slip carefully:
REQUESTED PARENT CONFERENCE.
PRINCIPAL HIGGINS.
REGARDING: EDWARD MUNSON JR.
Eddie groaned immediately. “Jesus Christ. They started early this year.”
Teddy looked miserable. “Dad, I swear, I didn’t even do anything. It was those idiots from the basketball team—they kept messing with my stuff in gym, and one of them shoved me into a locker, and when I shoved him back, he started bleeding and—”
“Bleeding?” Corvina asked mildly.
“He ran into the trophy case!”
“Ah,” she nodded. “Natural selection.”
“Teddy,” you said softly, reaching for his hand. “Look at me.”
He did immediately.
And despite being nearly Eddie’s height now, despite the deepening voice and teenage awkwardness settling into his limbs, he still looked at you the same way he had as a child: like you could fix anything simply by speaking.
“You are not in trouble with us,” you assured gently.
Eddie nodded instantly. “Absolutely not.”
“But—”
“Nope.” Eddie waved him off. “Listen, kid, Hawkins High has been blaming Munsons for shit since before you were born. It’s practically a school tradition.”
Teddy huffed out a nervous laugh. You rose from your chair then, smoothing your hands over Eddie’s wrists where they rested around your waist. “We’ll attend the meeting.”
“Together,” Eddie added.
“And if your principal insists on being unreasonable,” you continued calmly, “your father does so enjoy making authority figures uncomfortable.”
Eddie grinned wickedly. “Baby, remember the vice principal in ‘89?”
You smiled faintly. “He looked moments from cardiac arrest.”
Teddy finally laughed properly at that, the tension melting from his shoulders almost instantly.
Without another word, Eddie reached over and grabbed one of the bat-shaped pancakes, shoving it onto Teddy’s plate. “Eat up, kid,” he said. “Nothing scarier than school administration on an empty stomach.”
Corvina glanced toward the stove. “Those are burnt.”
“They’re wonderful,” Eddie corrected.
You reached for his hand again, kissing his knuckles this time. “My talented husband,” you said softly.
Eddie practically preened under the affection, leaning down immediately to kiss you dramatically enough to make Corvina groan.
“Oh, my God.”
“Teddy,” Eddie said seriously against your mouth, “never settle for a love that doesn’t make your children physically ill.”
“Noted,” Teddy muttered through a mouthful of pancake.
By noon, rain had turned into a heavy mist that clung to Hawkins like a veil, which was the exact kind of weather you loved. The kind of weather Eddie insisted was “romantic as hell.”
The two of you walked through the halls of Hawkins High side by side like something entirely out of place amongst the fluorescent lighting and beige walls. Students slowed as you passed, conversations dipping into whispers almost immediately.
You floated through the hallway in a long black coat that brushed your calves, silver jewelry gleaming beneath the dim lights, while Eddie walked beside you in dark rings and leather, one hand firmly wrapped around yours, as if he physically couldn’t stand not touching you for more than a few seconds.
Which, truthfully, he couldn’t.
“Sweetheart,” Eddie murmured low enough only you could hear as you approached the office, “if Higgins pisses me off, are we thinking subtle psychological warfare or full public humiliation?”
You glanced at him calmly. “Let us see how brave he feels first.”
“God, I love when you threaten people poetically.”
The secretary barely looked up when you entered the office, though her expression tightened almost immediately at the sight of Eddie, still, after all these years. Eddie noticed too, squeezing your hand once before leaning casually against the counter.
“We’re here about Teddy,” he said.
The woman cleared her throat awkwardly. “Principal Higgins is expecting you.”
“Lucky him,” Eddie muttered.
You placed a gentle hand against his chest before he could continue, smoothing imaginary wrinkles from his jacket. “Behave, mon amour.”
Eddie looked down at you like you’d hung the moon itself in the sky. “For you?” he said softly. “Always.”
The secretary looked deeply uncomfortable. Good.
Principal Higgins’ office looked exactly the same as it had when Eddie sat in it at seventeen; stale coffee smell, ugly filing cabinets, school banners hanging crookedly on the walls.
Only now, Higgins himself had more gray hair and less patience. He didn’t stand when you entered. Instead, he leaned back slowly in his chair, eyes moving between you both with poorly concealed irritation.
“Mr. and Mrs. Munson.”
Eddie sat down across from him casually, slinging an arm immediately across the back of your chair. “Higgins,” he replied. “Still alive, huh?”
You rested one elegant hand atop Eddie’s knee beneath the desk, feeling him relax instantly under your touch.
Higgins ignored the comment. “Teddy was involved in an altercation yesterday afternoon.”
“Involved,” Eddie repeated. “Interesting wording.”
“He assaulted another student.”
“He defended himself,” you corrected smoothly.
Higgins finally looked directly at you then, expression tightening slightly. “And how exactly would you know that, Mrs. Munson?”
“Because, unlike this institution,” you replied calmly, “our son tells us the truth.”
Higgins folded his hands atop the desk. “Mrs. Munson, with all due respect, Edward Jr. has inherited certain… behavioral tendencies.”
There it was. Eddie’s jaw tightened instantly beneath the lazy posture he wore like armor. But you? You simply tilted your head slightly.
“What an unfortunate thing to say aloud,” you murmured.
Higgins shifted faintly. Eddie watched you carefully now, eyes practically sparkling because he knew that tone and knew it well. It was the same tone you used moments before verbally disemboweling someone.
“The Munson family,” Higgins continued carefully, “has had a difficult history with this school. Your husband, especially.”
Eddie gave a dry laugh. “Yeah, because this town treated me like I was carrying the plague.”
“You developed quite the reputation.”
“And your athletes didn’t?” Eddie shot back. “Interesting.”
“Eddie,” you said softly, not looking away from Higgins. You folded your hands neatly in your lap, expression serene enough to be unsettling.
“Our son,” you said carefully, “was cornered by three boys larger than him.”
Higgins opened his mouth, but you continued before he could speak.
“One shoved him into a locker repeatedly. Another destroyed his sketchbook. And when Theodore defended himself after being physically provoked, suddenly, he became the problem.”
Silence, and Higgins shifted again. You leaned forward slightly then, dark eyes steady on his.
“And now you sit before two former students who know exactly how Hawkins High operates and imply there is some sort of inherited defect in our child because his last name is Munson.”
Eddie looked dangerously proud beside you.
Higgins cleared his throat. “That isn’t what I meant.”
“No?” you asked gently. “Then perhaps choose your words more carefully.”
The office went quiet except for the rain tapping softly against the windows. Eddie finally leaned forward himself, rings clinking against the desk.
“Look,” he said flatly, “I know exactly what this place thinks about me. Fine. Whatever. But you do not get to stick that shit onto my son because some meathead couldn’t keep his hands to himself.”
Higgins sighed heavily. “No one is suspending Teddy.”
“Very generous,” Corvina’s voice drawled suddenly from the doorway.
All three of you turned. Corvina stood there holding a hall pass and looking deeply unimpressed.
“She followed us?” Higgins asked incredulously.
“She’s observant,” you replied.
“And nosy,” Eddie added proudly.
Corvina stepped inside without invitation. “Also, for the record, Tyler Bennett admitted in chemistry that he started it because Teddy wouldn’t let them make fun of that freshman girl.”
Eddie blinked. Then slowly turned toward his son’s principal with the most insufferably smug expression imaginable. “Huh,” he said. “Would you look at that?”
You reached over then, brushing your fingers lovingly along Eddie’s jaw.
“My darling,” you sighed softly. “It appears our son inherited your unfortunate tendency toward heroics.”
Eddie practically melted into your hand. “Baby,” he whispered dramatically, grabbing your wrist to kiss your palm, “you say the sexiest things to me.”
Corvina stood near the doorway with her arms crossed, entirely too pleased with herself. Eddie lounged back in his chair again, one boot hooked over his knee while he admired you with open, ridiculous affection.
Meanwhile, you remained perfectly composed, which somehow made you infinitely more terrifying.
“Well,” Higgins said stiffly after a long silence, “I believe this matter can be considered resolved.”
“How fortunate,” you replied smoothly.
Eddie snorted under his breath, and Higgins ignored him. “I’ll speak with the boys involved.”
“You should,” you said. “Especially if the school wishes to maintain the illusion of fairness.”
The principal’s jaw tightened faintly. Then, as though remembering something unpleasant, his eyes flicked briefly toward a framed flyer hanging beside his desk.
Hawkins High Arts Expansion Fund: Sponsored by the Munson Mortuary.
Eddie noticed immediately, as did you. A slow smile touched your lips. “You know,” you mused softly, rising from your chair, “Edward and I have always cared deeply about the arts.”
Eddie stood the second you did, naturally gravitating toward your side like a shadow stitched to your heels.
“The theater department,” you continued thoughtfully, smoothing the sleeve of your coat, “the music programs, student scholarships…”
Higgins straightened slightly.
“Hell,” Eddie added casually, “the new ceramics kiln was us.”
You turned your attention back to Higgins, expression warm enough to unsettle.
“It would simply devastate us,” you said gently, “if the environment here became hostile enough that we no longer felt comfortable continuing such generosity.”
Higgins cleared his throat quickly. “I’m sure that won’t be necessary.”
“No,” you agreed pleasantly. “I imagine it won’t.”
Eddie grinned beside you like the devil himself. God, he loved you. Loved the way you could flay someone alive without ever raising your voice. Loved the way people underestimated your softness right until the moment they realized it had teeth.
You reached for his hand, and he took it instantly.
“Well,” Eddie sighed dramatically, “this has been deeply irritating.”
As the four of you started toward the office door, Higgins spoke again. “Mrs. Munson.”
You paused, turning slightly. “I assure you,” he said carefully, “Theodore will be treated fairly.”
You held his gaze for a long moment, then smiled faintly. “I should hope so.”
And with that, you left. The halls quieted again as your family walked through them together.
Eddie’s hand remained clasped tightly with yours while Corvina drifted ahead in a sea of black fabric, entirely unbothered by the stares surrounding her.
The second the front doors shut behind you, Eddie turned toward you with outright admiration burning in his expression.
“Jesus Christ,” he breathed. “Marry me again.”
You looked at him calmly. “I would a thousand times.”
Candles flickered low throughout the house, golden light dancing against dark wallpaper while thunder rolled softly somewhere in the distance.
Dinner had long since ended, dishes abandoned in favor of the far more important activity of Eddie dramatically sprawled across the velvet chaise in the sitting room with his head in your lap.
“Darling,” he sighed as you lazily combed your fingers through his curls, “if I die right now, know that I died fulfilled.”
“You’re forty years old,” Corvina deadpanned from the armchair across the room. “Not a dying Victorian poet.”
Eddie pointed accusingly toward her without lifting his head. “Your mother encourages this cruelty.”
You smiled softly down at him. “I find it endearing.”
“That’s because you worship me.”
“Correct.”
Corvina physically recoiled. “Can you two act normal for ten minutes?”
“No,” both of you answered immediately.
Teddy snorted from the floor where he sat building something suspiciously dangerous out of spare radio parts. Then, the doorbell rang, and everyone paused. Corvina moved first, way too fast for her character.
You noticed immediately. Eddie noticed immediately. Teddy noticed immediately. The three of you slowly turned toward her as she stood abruptly from the chair, smoothing nonexistent wrinkles from her black skirt.
“…Interesting,” you murmured.
Corvina narrowed her eyes. “Don’t.”
Eddie sat up slowly now, a grin already forming. “Oh, my God.”
“It’s probably nothing.”
“Corvina Lucille Munson,” Teddy gasped dramatically. “Are you nervous?”
“I will kill you.”
The bell rang again. Corvina moved toward the front door with all the rigid dignity of someone approaching their execution.
You and Eddie exchanged a look. Then, silently, both rose from your seats to follow.
The front door creaked open, and standing beneath the porch light was perhaps the least expected person imaginable. A boy. Tall, clean-cut, nervous beyond belief. Bright blue varsity jacket. Hair neatly combed. Holding flowers.
The poor thing looked like he’d wandered into the wrong horror movie. Corvina stared at him; the boy stared at Corvina. Then his eyes slowly lifted, and landed directly on you and Eddie looming behind her like two beautifully dressed vampires awaiting explanation.
His face drained completely of color. Eddie blinked once, then immediately leaned toward you and whispered with genuine awe:
“He looks like he says ‘yes ma’am’ unironically.”
You nodded thoughtfully. “How refreshing.”
“Mom,” Corvina warned.
The boy swallowed hard. “H-hi, Mr. and Mrs. Munson.”
Eddie lit up instantly. “Oh, I like him.”
Corvina closed her eyes briefly like she regretted ever being born. You stepped forward gracefully, gaze drifting over the bouquet in his trembling hands.
“How lovely,” you said softly. “Funeral lilies.”
“They’re her favorite,” he blurted.
Then you looked at Corvina slowly, while Corvina looked horrified. Eddie looked seconds from losing his mind entirely.
“Teddy,” he whispered sharply. “Your sister has a boyfriend.”
“I KNEW IT.”
“He is not my boyfriend,” Corvina snapped immediately. “He’s an experiment.”
The boy blinked. “An… experiment?”
“You’re studying social dynamics?” you guessed politely.
“Yes,” Corvina said quickly.
Eddie crossed his arms. “By holding hands with the quarterback?”
“Second-string quarterback,” Teddy corrected.
Everyone looked at the boy while he awkwardly raised one hand. “We lost regionals.”
Eddie burst out laughing. “Oh my God, sweetheart,” he wheezed to you. “She brought home a jock.”
“He’s not a jock.”
The boy tried to help. “I’m also on the debate team.”
You gasped softly. “How multifaceted.”
Corvina looked moments from throwing herself from the staircase.
Eddie grinned wickedly at her. “Baby bat’s got a crush.”
“I do not.”
“He knows your favorite flowers,” Teddy sang obnoxiously.
“I hate this family.”
The boy, still somehow standing there despite the obvious psychological warfare occurring around him, looked toward Corvina carefully. And to everyone’s shock, his expression softened.
“She talks about you guys a lot, actually.”
Corvina froze.
Eddie immediately clutched his chest dramatically. “Oh, my.”
“Dad.”
“She told me,” the boy continued nervously, “that her parents are… intense, but very in love.”
You smiled faintly. Corvina looked like she wanted the floorboards to consume her.
“And,” he added carefully, “that her dad still leaves dead roses on her mom’s pillow every morning.”
Eddie looked at you instantly, utterly smitten. “Baby,” he whispered emotionally, “our love is inspiring the youth.”
You reached up, smoothing your hand against his jaw affectionately. “We are deeply romantic.”
“You’re deeply weird,” Teddy corrected.
“Thank you.”
Corvina groaned. “Can we please go before they start kissing again?”
Too late. Eddie had already grabbed your hand dramatically.
“You wound me, little raven,” he said, pressing a theatrical kiss against your knuckles. “Your mother’s beauty simply overwhelms me.”
The boy stared. Teddy stared. Corvina pinched the bridge of her nose. And you, you simply looked at your husband with soft, endless devotion while thunder echoed gently overhead.
“Oh, mon amour,” you sighed lovingly. “You are still the most handsome thing this house has ever held.”
Eddie nearly died on the spot.
The house felt different when the children were gone. Corvina had vanished off to some poetry reading with her painfully polite almost-boyfriend, while Teddy was staying overnight at a friend’s house after aggressively insisting he was “old enough to survive one night without parental supervision.”
Eddie had looked personally offended by the statement.
Now the evening rain had finally stopped, leaving the world outside soaked silver beneath the moonlight.
You stood in front of the bedroom mirror, fastening a pair of silver earrings, when Eddie appeared in the doorway, already staring at you like a man deeply unwell. His dark button-up hung half-open, curls still damp from the shower, rings glinting in the candlelight.
But his expression, my God. After all these years, he still looked at you like the first breath after drowning.
“Well,” he murmured, leaning against the doorframe, “there goes every coherent thought I’ve ever had.”
You smiled softly at his reflection. “You say that every time I wear black.”
“Because every time you wear black, I fall in love with you all over again.”
“You’re very dramatic.”
“You’re very beautiful. We all cope differently.” You laughed quietly as he crossed the room toward you.
The second he reached you, his hands found your waist instinctively, warm and familiar through the fabric of your dress. He buried his face briefly against your neck with a content sigh like “this—this right here—was the safest place in the universe.”
“Close your eyes,” he murmured.
You raised a brow. “Edward.”
“Please?”
Amused, you obeyed. You heard him moving around the room for a moment before something soft brushed across your palms.
Flowers.
When you opened your eyes again, Eddie stood before you holding a bouquet of black dahlias and dead roses tied together with velvet ribbon, just like your first date.
“Oh,” you whispered.
Eddie suddenly looked shy beneath all the tattoos and bravado. “I know they’re a little wilted, but Gareth’s florist cousin said—”
“They’re perfect.”
The relief on his face was immediate. You reached up carefully, fingertips brushing his cheek while he melted into your touch on instinct.
“Do you remember,” you asked softly, “what you said to me the night you gave me flowers for the first time?”
Eddie grinned a little. “Yeah.” He leaned closer. “‘Most girls want roses. You looked like you’d appreciate something half-dead.’”
“And I nearly married you on the spot.”
“You definitely wanted me carnally.”
You laughed again and kissed him gently. Eddie hummed happily against your mouth, already chasing after another kiss before you’d fully pulled away.
“Come on,” he whispered. “I’ve got a surprise.”
The graveyard sat at the edge of Hawkins beneath enormous twisted trees, moonlight filtering silver across old headstones and damp grass. Most people found it unsettling, but you found it beautiful, especially tonight.
Your breath caught softly as Eddie led you through the cemetery gates hand in hand.
Because there, beneath the crooked oak tree where he’d taken you all those years ago, sat an entire picnic laid out atop black blankets and velvet pillows. Candles flickered inside lanterns. An old radio played something metal, low enough to blend with the wind.
Your favorite wine rested beside a basket overflowing with chocolate-covered strawberries and homemade pastries, which Eddie had very obviously burnt slightly. And in the center, a vase of black dahlias. Eddie rubbed the back of his neck suddenly, almost bashful. “I know it’s kinda stupid—”
“It isn’t.”
Your voice was so soft that it stopped him immediately. He watched as you stepped slowly into the little space he’d created, moonlight catching the emotion shimmering across your face.
“You remembered everything,” you whispered.
“Course I did.”
Eddie moved closer then, taking your hands carefully. “This is where I fell in love with you,” he admitted quietly. “Figured it deserved revisiting.”
Your chest ached. Because despite all his theatrics, despite the flirting and dramatics and endless teasing, Eddie loved with terrifying sincerity, always had.
You touched his face gently. “You never told me you loved me that night.”
“No,” he said softly. “But I knew.”
The wind moved through the cemetery trees around you, carrying the scent of rain and earth and candle smoke. Then Eddie suddenly dropped dramatically onto the blanket.
“Now,” he announced, patting the spot beside him, “come seduce your husband under the moonlight.”
You smiled helplessly and settled beside him. Immediately, he pulled you into his lap like gravity itself demanded it. You curled against him easily, fingers playing with the rings on his hand while his chin rested atop your shoulder.
For a while, neither of you spoke. You simply existed there together beneath the stars, wrapped in candlelight and old music and decades worth of devotion.
Eventually, Eddie pressed a slow kiss against your neck. “You know,” he murmured, “I was so scared to bring you here on our first date.”
You turned slightly. “You were?”
“Terrified.” He laughed softly against your skin. “Wayne told me if I took a girl to a graveyard, she’d think I was either a serial killer or possessed.”
“And instead?”
“You told me it was the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for you.”
“It still is.”
Eddie looked at you then. And suddenly he was twenty again; grease stains on his hands, heart beating too fast, staring at the most hauntingly beautiful girl he’d ever seen while wondering how someone so lovely could possibly want him back.
Only now, he knew, because you’d spent decades proving it.
His hand slid carefully against your cheek. “My sweet girl,” he whispered.
You kissed him before he could say anything else. Slow and loving, the kind of kiss built from years and years of choosing each other over and over again. Somewhere in the distance, thunder rolled softly again.
Eddie smiled against your mouth. “Think the kids are behaving themselves?”
You smoothed your fingers through his curls lazily. “Not our concern tonight.”
“God,” he sighed happily, pulling you impossibly closer, “I adore you.”
“Eddie,” you whispered, tilting your head as his lips brushed the side of your neck. “You’ve outdone yourself, mon amour.”
He hummed against your skin, the sound vibrating through you. “Only the best for you.”
You laughed softly, and the sound made him tighten his hold, one hand sliding reverently down your side, tracing the black silk of your dress.
Eddie loved pleasing you more than anything, maybe even more than breathing. He lived for the way your breath would hitch when he touched you just right, for the way you looked at him like he was the only man in any world worth having.
His fingers found the hem of your dress and slipped beneath it, warm palm gliding up your thigh. “Let me worship you here,” he murmured, voice low and rough with devotion.
You turned in his lap, straddling him, your long dark hair falling around you both like a curtain. The cemetery was empty, the night yours alone. You cupped his face, thumbs brushing his cheeks, silver rings cool against his skin.
“Then worship me, Edward,” you said softly, the command wrapped in velvet.
Eddie’s eyes darkened with hunger and endless love. He kissed you deeply, almost reverently at first, then with growing heat as your tongues met. His hands roamed, pushing your dress up around your hips. He groaned when he realized you’d worn nothing beneath it.
“Fuuuck me,” he breathed against your mouth, a crooked, adoring grin breaking through.
“Oh my love, I plan to.”
He laughed, the sound rich and warm, then lowered you gently onto your back atop the velvet pillows. The cool night air kissed your skin as he peeled the dress from your body, kissing every inch he revealed. Your collarbones, the swell of your breasts, the soft plane of your stomach. When he reached the apex of your thighs, he looked up at you with pure reverence.
He settled between your legs, curls brushing your inner thighs as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along your skin. His tongue found your center with devastating patience; slow, worshipful strokes that had your fingers tightening in his hair.
He moaned into you like you were the finest thing he’d ever tasted, savoring every gasp and whisper of his name that left your lips.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured against your slick flesh, voice thick. “Let me hear how good I make you feel.”
Your back arched as pleasure coiled tight inside you, and Eddie watched it all unfold like a man witnessing divinity. When you came undone beneath his tongue, thighs trembling around his head, he held you through it, kissing you gently until the waves subsided.
Only then did he rise, shedding his shirt and pants with reverent haste. His cock was hard and aching for you, but he took his time, crawling over you, kissing you so deeply you tasted yourself on his tongue.
“I love you,” he whispered against your lips, lining himself up. “More than life. More than death. More than anything in this fucking universe.”
You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him inside you with one smooth thrust. Both of you moaned at the perfect fit; years together, and it still felt like coming home.
Eddie moved with slow, deep rolls of his hips, savoring every clench of your walls around him. His forehead pressed to yours, curls falling around your faces as he gazed into your eyes.
“Look at me while I fuck you, baby,” he breathed, devotion dripping from every word. “Want to see those saintly eyes when you come on my cock again.”
The cemetery felt alive around you; the wind whispering through the trees, the distant hoot of an owl, the scent of earth and night-blooming flowers mixing with sweat and sex. Eddie’s pace gradually quickened, one hand sliding between you to circle your clit while the other pinned your wrist gently above your head.
You came again with a soft, broken cry of his name, pulling him over the edge with you. He buried himself deep, spilling inside you with a guttural groan, hips stuttering as pleasure wrecked him. Even then, he kept moving; lazy, loving thrusts to draw it out, kissing you through every aftershock.
Afterward, he collapsed beside you and immediately pulled you into his arms, tucking your head beneath his chin. His fingers traced lazy patterns along your spine while your leg draped over his hip.
Eddie pressed a kiss to your hair, voice hoarse with satisfaction. “I’d desecrate every grave in Hawkins if it meant making you feel like that.”
You smiled against his chest, fingertips playing with the silver strands beginning to thread through his dark curls. “If we keep this up, Corvina and Teddy may have a sibling.”
“Would that be so bad? Another mini-Munson running around, raising hell?”
You rolled your eyes lovingly, planting a few peppered kisses along his chest and jaw. “Poor Principal Higgins wouldn’t know what to do with himself with a third Munson.”
Dinner in the Creel-Munson House was rarely quiet. Not because anyone particularly tried to be loud, it was simply impossible for four Munsons to exist in the same room without the atmosphere becoming theatrical.
Thunder groaned outside while candlelight flickered across the dining room, illuminating velvet curtains, silver dishes, and the massive candelabra Teddy insisted made “every meal feel like a vampire intervention.”
Tonight, Eddie had been suspiciously smug since five o’clock, you noticed immediately. Corvina noticed immediately. Teddy noticed immediately. Which meant all three of you spent most of dinner staring at him with increasing suspicion while he fought a grin behind his wine glass.
Finally, Teddy pointed his fork accusingly. “You’re hiding something.”
Eddie gasped dramatically. “What a horrible accusation.”
“You’ve been smirking for an hour,” Corvina added.
“You also called the garlic bread ‘historic,’” Teddy said. “That means something’s wrong.”
You smiled faintly from your seat at the head of the table. “Darling,” you said gently to Eddie, “are you planning a crime?”
Eddie looked delighted by the question. “No,” he answered proudly. “Something better.”
Then, with all the ceremony of a man revealing the crown jewels, Eddie reached into his jacket and slapped four tickets dramatically onto the table. Silence.
Teddy squinted. Then his eyes widened so violently you thought they might leave his skull.
“No fucking way.”
“Language,” you corrected softly.
“No FUCKING way.”
Corvina leaned forward slightly now, dark eyes narrowing in interest. Eddie sat back in his chair with unbearable smugness. “Iron Maiden,” he announced grandly. “Indianapolis. Front section.”
Teddy SHRIEKED, like actually shrieked. The sound echoed through the dining room while Eddie burst into laughter.
“Oh my God,” Teddy gasped, grabbing the tickets with trembling hands. “Dad—Dad, are you serious?!”
“Your old man still has connections, baby.”
Teddy launched out of his chair instantly.
You sighed knowingly. “Brace yourself, mon amour.”
A second later, Teddy practically tackled Eddie backward in a hug. “There he is,” Eddie wheezed dramatically as Teddy nearly crushed him. “My son. My flesh and blood.”
“You are the coolest person alive.”
“I know.”
Corvina, meanwhile, carefully picked up one of the tickets with much more restraint. But you noticed the tiny upward twitch at the corner of her mouth immediately.
“Dickinson is still performing?” she asked calmly.
Eddie clutched his chest. “That sounded almost excited.”
“It wasn’t.”
“She got the Munson concert gene,” Teddy informed you loudly.
“She absolutely did,” Eddie whispered emotionally. Corvina rolled her eyes, though there was the faintest flush creeping into her cheeks now. You watched your family fondly from your chair, chin resting against your hand.
This. This was your favorite thing.
Eddie glowing with happiness while the children inherited every loud, passionate, ridiculous piece of him without even realizing it. Teddy flopped back into his chair, grinning wildly.
“This is literally the greatest day of my life.”
Eddie pointed at him immediately. “That’s exactly what I said when your mother kissed me the first time.”
“You say that about everything Mom does,” Corvina muttered.
“Because your mother is extraordinary.”
You reached over and touched his hand gently, as Eddie looked at you like he’d been shot directly through the heart.
Then, Corvina cleared her throat, causing everyone to look at her immediately.
“…What,” she said flatly.
Eddie narrowed his eyes. “You’re about to ask for something.”
“I’m not.”
“You did the voice.”
Teddy gasped dramatically. “She DID do the voice.”
Corvina looked deeply regretful. “I hate all of you.”
You smiled softly. “What is it, little raven?”
A pause. Then, with visible reluctance: “…Could I possibly have one additional ticket?”
The room went silent, and Eddie blinked once. Then slowly lowered his wine glass.
“…For who?”
Corvina stared at her plate. “No one.”
“Corvina.”
Another pause.
“…Damien.”
Eddie’s entire body reacted as if he’d just been informed the government had finally collapsed.
“THE BOYFRIEND?”
“He is not—”
“The assistant quarterback?!” Teddy shouted.
“THE DEBATE CLUB ONE?” Eddie cried simultaneously.
Corvina groaned into her hands. You, meanwhile, were trying very hard not to smile.
“He likes Iron Maiden,” Corvina muttered.
Eddie looked genuinely betrayed. “The clean-cut child likes Maiden?”
“He listens to metal with me.”
Eddie stared at her for a long moment. Then suddenly leaned back in his chair, placing a hand dramatically over his heart. “Oh, my God.”
“What?”
“She likes him.”
“I do not.”
“She’s sharing music with him,” Eddie whispered hoarsely to you. “Baby, that’s intimate.”
Teddy looked horrified. “That’s like… sacred.”
“Exactly.”
Corvina looked ready to walk into traffic. You finally spoke, voice warm with amusement.
“Perhaps,” you said carefully, “she simply enjoys his company.”
Corvina nodded quickly. “Exactly.”
Eddie narrowed his eyes immediately. “Have you held hands?”
“Dad.”
“HAVE you?”
“No.” Too fast.
Teddy slammed both hands on the table. “THAT WAS A LIE.”
Corvina pointed at him. “You are dead to me.”
Eddie suddenly looked emotional again. “Oh, sweetheart,” he sighed dramatically, “your first love.”
“It’s not love!”
You stood then, gliding around the table toward your daughter. Corvina visibly braced herself for teasing. Instead, you simply smoothed a strand of dark hair behind her ear gently.
And very softly, you said: “If someone makes our little raven smile enough to frighten her this badly… we should like to know him.”
Corvina froze. Because despite all the drama and teasing, your family loved hard. Openly, and without shame, just like Eddie always had.
The house had long since gone quiet. Somewhere downstairs, the grandfather clock groaned past midnight while rain tapped softly against the windows of your bedroom. Eddie lay sprawled across your chest like an oversized cat, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist while you lazily played with his curls.
This had always been his favorite place to exist, right here, with you.
Even after all these years, he still sought you out instinctively. Every night, somehow ended the same way: his head in your lap, or tucked against your chest, or buried into your neck while he mumbled half-asleep nonsense against your skin. Tonight was no different.
“You know,” Eddie murmured sleepily, eyes closed, “I think Corvina gets scarier every day.”
You smiled softly, carefully winding one silver-threaded curl around your finger. “She is your daughter.”
“Exactly why I’m concerned.”
“You cried when she said she held his hand.”
“I did not cry.”
“You absolutely did.”
Eddie cracked one eye open. “I became emotional.”
“You gasped loud enough to frighten Teddy.”
“That was fatherly grief.”
Your laugh came soft and quiet in the dark. God, he loved that sound.
Eddie tilted his head slightly against you just to hear it again. Then your fingers paused suddenly in his curls, a tiny thing, barely noticeable. But Eddie felt it immediately.
“What?” he murmured.
You said nothing at first. Instead, your fingers carefully separated one curl from the rest, then another. Eddie finally looked up slightly, finding your expression softened by something achingly tender.
“My darling,” you whispered.
“Hm?”
You gently pulled something free: a silver strand, then another.
Eddie blinked once. “Oh,” he said.
There was no fear in his voice, just surprise. You held the strands delicately between your fingers, studying them beneath candlelight like they were precious threads of moonlight themselves.
Eddie suddenly looked sheepish. “Well,” he muttered, “guess I’m getting old.”
You looked almost offended by the statement. “Edward Munson,” you said softly, “you have survived.”
You slid from beneath him carefully, crossing toward the antique vanity near the window while Eddie watched you in sleepy confusion.
Then you reached for the little silver locket resting beside your jewelry tray, the one you wore nearly every day, etched with the letter ‘E’.
Eddie pushed himself upright slightly as you opened it carefully. Inside rested tiny fragments of your life together.
A pressed black rose petal from your wedding bouquet. A piece of the guitar pick Eddie used the first time he played guitar for you. A photograph so faded it barely showed two young people grinning in a cemetery beneath storm clouds.
Eddie went completely still.
You placed the silver strands gently beside them, like they were treasures. Then you closed the locket softly and climbed back into bed.
Eddie stared at you for a long moment after you settled beside him again. “…You kept all that?”
You looked genuinely puzzled. “Of course I did.”
“Baby, there’s literally a piece of an old guitar pick in there.”
“The broken corner because you were nervous while playing for me.”
His expression cracked instantly. “You remember that?”
“You dropped it three times before speaking to me,” you replied calmly. “You were adorable.”
Eddie let out a weak laugh, suddenly overwhelmed in the way only you could overwhelm him. Because no one had ever looked at the broken, embarrassing, vulnerable pieces of him and treated them like sacred things before you.
Your fingers slowly returned to his curls. “You know what I see,” you murmured softly, “when I look at these?”
Eddie shook his head once.
“A life.”
His eyes burned immediately, so you kissed his forehead gently.
“The silver only proves you stayed long enough to grow old with me,” you whispered.
And that nearly destroyed him. Eddie suddenly pulled himself over you completely, burying his face into your neck while holding you tight enough to make you laugh softly again.
“Jesus Christ,” he mumbled against your skin. “How are you real?”
You stroked your fingers through his curls carefully, silver strands and all. “I might ask you the same thing.”
“No, seriously,” Eddie groaned dramatically. “You put my gray hairs in a locket. That’s insane behavior.”
“You married me willingly.”
“I’d marry you in every lifetime.”
Your expression softened instantly. Eddie lifted his head, then just enough to look at you through the candlelight; older now, yes, lines at the corners of his eyes and silver threading through dark curls.
But still the same boy who fell hopelessly in love with a gothic girl in black lace all those years ago. Still yours, always yours.
“You know what the worst part is?” he murmured sleepily.
“What’s that, mon amour?”
“I still get nervous around you.”
You smiled. Then pulled him down into another kiss while rain whispered softly against the windows of your haunted little home.
AGH I HOPE YOU ALL LOVED ITTT:)))
Hell of a Summer pt.2 is currently in the works, GET EXCITEDDDD YUHHH
series summary: eddie and you have a "no strings attached" type of relationship that works for the both of you. however, as time passes, there's a shift in his feelings toward you. despite experiencing jealousy when seeing you with other men, eddie refuses to acknowledge his growing feelings. caught in denial, he grapples with the conflict between his emotions and his reluctance to admit how he feels about you.
content warnings: 18+ only, smut, public sex, fboy!eddie, jealousy, possessiveness, anal sex, oral (m&f receiving), idiots in love, casual hookups (both eddie & reader), angst, drug/alcohol use
note: this was a series i was about to start on my old blog @/littledemondani before deactivating. i found the mlist post, and the graphics header @trashmouth-richie made me, and here we are. i'm so excited to actually write this. it's been a long time coming hehe.
Behind him, the bell above the door jingled. He didn’t look up—customers usually wandered aimlessly for at least five minutes before asking him where the *good* music was hidden, like he was gatekeeping the secret stash of bangers instead of just working minimum wage at a place that still sold cassettes. But then there was a familiar laugh, bright and a little off-key, and Eddie’s head snapped up so fast his hair whipped his own cheek.
You were leaning against the new arrivals display, already flipping through a stack of vinyl like you owned the place. Your jacket was dotted with rain, and your boots left damp prints on the scuffed linoleum, but you didn’t seem to care. “You gonna help me or just stare?” you said without looking up, grinning like you already knew the answer.
Eddie’s fingers stilled. “Depends,” he said, propping his chin on his palm. “You gonna buy something this time, or is this another elaborate scheme to distract me while you shoplift?”
You gasped, pressing a hand to your chest like he’d wounded you. “I would *never*,” you said solemnly, and then immediately tucked a record under your arm with all the subtlety of a bulldozer in a china shop.
“Mmm I have misd you,” Eddie murmured into your hair as you leaned back against him, the two of you swaying slightly to the faint hum of whatever album he’d put on the store’s ancient sound system. His arms looped loosely around your waist, fingers tapping an absent rhythm against your hip bone through the fabric of your jeans.
You snorted, tilting your head to catch the playful glint in his eyes. “You saw me yesterday, dumbass.”
“And?” He shrugged, the motion making his rings clink softly against each other. “Still missed you. Tragic, really.”
The bell above the door jingled again, and Eddie let out an exaggerated sigh, dropping his forehead to your shoulder for a brief second before straightening. “Duty calls, sweetheart,” he said, giving your waist one last squeeze before sauntering off toward the newcomer—some kid with wide eyes and a Iron Maiden shirt two sizes too big. You watched as Eddie immediately lit up, his whole body leaning into the conversation like he’d been waiting all day for someone to ask him about the difference between the original and remastered *Number of the Beast* pressing.
You wandered toward the back of the store, trailing your fingers along the spines of alphabetized records until you hit the M’s. Eddie’s handwriting on the divider was illegible as always, the ‘M’ looking more like a drunken seagull mid-flight. The record you’d tucked under your arm earlier—some obscure Bowie bootleg—was still there, and you pulled it out again, turning it over in your hands. The sleeve was worn at the edges, the kind of well-loved that suggested it had been passed around for years before ending up here.
From across the store, Eddie’s laugh carried over the muffled sound of guitar riffs—loud, unselfconscious, the kind of laugh that made people turn their heads in public. You peeked around the corner just in time to see him dramatically miming a guitar solo for the kid, who looked equal parts terrified and delighted. Catching your eye, Eddie winked, then immediately fumbled the air-guitar motion, nearly elbowing a display of *Thriller* reissues. The kid giggled, and Eddie clutched his chest like he’d been shot. “Betrayed,” he declared. “By my own fan.”
The rain outside had picked up, drumming against the store’s front windows in a steady rhythm. You traced the condensation on the glass with your fingertip, drawing a lopsided heart before smudging it away. Behind you, the register chimed, and Eddie’s voice floated over, warm and teasing. “You planning on paying for that, or are we gonna have to escalate this to a full-on heist?”
You turned, holding the record up like a shield. “Depends,” you said, mirroring his earlier tone. “You gonna give me the ‘employee discount’ again, or do I have to bribe you with those shitty gas station donuts you like?”
Eddie’s grin sharpened into something wicked as he vaulted over the counter with all the grace of a startled giraffe, his rings clattering against the glass. “Oh, we’re negotiating now?” he purred, crowding you back against the record bins until the divider’s drunken seagull ‘M’ dug into your spine. His knee slotted between yours, and suddenly the shitty gas station donuts weren’t the only thing on the table.
You rolled your eyes, but your fingers curled into the front of his vest anyway, dragging him closer. “You’re ridiculous,” you muttered, just as his teeth grazed your earlobe. The kid with the Iron Maiden shirt had vanished—probably traumatized or possibly enlightened—leaving the two of you alone in the dim, rain-soaked glow of the store’s flickering fluorescent lights.
Eddie’s hands were everywhere at once, mapping the familiar territory of your hips, your waist, the curve of your neck like he was relearning you. His lips trailed down your throat, pausing to nip at the hollow beneath your jaw. “Missed this too,” he murmured against your skin, his voice rough enough to send a shiver down your spine.
The record bin creaked ominously as you arched into him, knocking a stack of Queen LPs sideways. Eddie caught them one-handed without breaking stride, his other hand sliding under the hem of your shirt to trace idle circles on your stomach. “Careful,” he teased, breath hot against your collarbone. “Destroying store property’s a felony, sweetheart.”
You bit back a laugh, tangling your fingers in his hair. “You’re such a hypocrite,” you breathed, just as his thumb dipped lower, brushing the waistband of your jeans. The rain outside blurred the world beyond the windows into something distant and unimportant, the steady patter against the glass syncing with the quickening rhythm of Eddie’s pulse beneath your fingertips.
The record bin groaned in protest as Eddie pressed you harder against it, his knee nudging your thighs wider with a practiced ease that made your breath hitch. His hands slid down to grip the backs of your thighs, hoisting you up onto the edge of the bin with a grunt—somehow managing not to topple the entire alphabetized section of ‘80s glam rock in the process. You wrapped your legs around his waist instinctively, the worn denim of his jeans rough against your inner thighs as he slotted himself between them.
"Still think I'm ridiculous?" Eddie murmured against your mouth, his lips curling into a smirk as you bit back a moan. His fingers hooked into your belt loops, tugging you flush against him until you could feel every inch of him through the layers of fabric. The faded Mötley Crüe logo on his t-shirt scratched your chest as he rocked into you, the slow grind deliberate and maddening.
Somewhere in the back of your mind, you registered the distant chime of the store’s bell—probably another customer wandering in out of the rain—but Eddie didn’t so much as flinch. Instead, he nipped at your lower lip, his tongue swiping over the sting before diving back in with a hunger that made your toes curl. His hands slipped under your shirt, calloused palms skimming up your ribs, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts with just enough pressure to drag a whimper from your throat.
"Eddie," you gasped, arching into his touch as his fingers found the clasp of your bra. "Someone could—"
"Could what?" he interrupted, his voice low and rough as he popped the clasp open with a flick of his wrist. "Walk in on us?" His teeth grazed your pulse point, his breath hot against your skin. "Let 'em watch."
The record bin wobbled dangerously as Eddie maneuvered you sideways, his hands never leaving your body—one gripping your thigh to keep you steady, the other tugging your shirt up just enough to expose the flushed skin of your stomach. He kissed you like he was trying to memorize the shape of your mouth, all teeth and tongue and barely-contained hunger, but when he pulled back just enough to fumble with his belt, his movements were deliberate.
"Turn around," he murmured against your lips, his voice rough enough to make your knees weak.
You blinked up at him, still half-dazed. "What?"
Eddie grinned, all sharp edges and mischief, as he nudged you sideways with his hip. "Side by side, sweetheart. Trust me." His fingers skimmed down your spine as he guided you to face the bin, your back pressed flush against his chest. The cold metal of his belt buckle bit into the small of your back, but then his hands were on your hips, yanking your jeans down just far enough to expose the curve of your ass.
"You're insane," you breathed, but you arched into him anyway, bracing your forearms against the record bin as Eddie's palm smoothed up your thigh.
The record bin groaned under your combined weight as Eddie pressed flush against your back, his teeth sinking into the curve of your shoulder with a possessiveness that made your stomach clench. His hands were everywhere—one splayed across your belly to keep you pinned against him, the other slipping past the waistband of your panties with a groan muffled into your skin. “Fuck, you’re already—”
You cut him off with a gasp as his fingers found you slick and wanting, his calloused fingertips circling with just enough pressure to make your thighs tremble. “Shut up,” you hissed, but it came out half-strangled when he crooked two fingers inside you without warning, his palm grinding against your clit on every thrust. The record dividers dug into your forearms as you braced yourself, the sharp edges grounding you even as Eddie’s free hand tugged your hair to expose your throat to his mouth.
“Always so fucking perfect,” he muttered against your pulse point, his breath ragged as he worked you open with ruthless precision. His hips stuttered against your ass, the denim of his jeans rough where it rode up your thighs. “Wanna feel you come on my fingers first—wanna hear it.”
You choked on a moan as he twisted his wrist just so, the heel of his palm hitting that sweet spot that made your vision blur. Distantly, you registered the sound of rain still hammering against the windows, the hum of fluorescent lights—but it all faded under the relentless drag of Eddie’s fingers and the hot press of his lips along your spine.
Then his hand was gone, and you barely had time to whine before the rasp of his zipper filled the silence. His cock slapped against your ass, hot and heavy, and Eddie’s laugh was a dark, breathless thing in your ear. “Patience, sweetheart.” He slicked himself with your arousal, his grip rough as he lined up. “Side by side, remember? Gotta—”
The head of Eddie’s cock caught at your entrance, and for a heartbeat, he just held himself there, his breath ragged against the nape of your neck. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice rough enough to send a shiver down your spine. Then he pushed in—slow, deliberate, until his hips were flush against your ass, the stretch making you gasp. His fingers dug into your hipbones, holding you steady as he rocked back and out, then snapped forward again with a groan muffled into your shoulder.
“Side by side,” Eddie panted against your skin, his teeth grazing the curve of your shoulder as he set a punishing rhythm. His free hand slid around your waist, fingers splaying across your stomach to keep you arched back against him while his other hand braced against the record bin, sending Queen LPs skittering sideways. “Like—fuck—like this.”
The angle was dizzying—every thrust dragged against that sweet spot inside you, his cock hitting deeper than you remembered, and you could feel every inch of him in the way your thighs trembled. The record bin creaked ominously under your combined weight, the dividers digging into your forearms as Eddie fucked you with a rhythm that matched the rain hammering against the windows. His rings clinked against the metal frame, his breath hot and uneven against your neck.
You tried to reach back, to tangle your fingers in his hair, but Eddie caught your wrist and pinned it to the bin instead, his grip tight enough to bruise. “Uh-uh,” he growled, his voice dark with something possessive. “Keep ‘em there—want you right where I can see you.” His thumb brushed the inside of your wrist, a sharp contrast to the way his hips snapped forward again, the slap of skin echoing in the empty store.
Eddie’s hand slid lower, his fingers finding your clit with practiced ease, his touch rough and relentless. “Gonna come for me?” he murmured, his voice fraying at the edges as his thrusts grew erratic. “Right here, pressed up against my shitty record bin—fuck—” His rhythm stuttered when you clenched around him, and his laugh was breathless, ragged. “Yeah, like that. Knew you could take it.”
The record bin shuddered with every snap of Eddie’s hips, the dividers rattling like loose teeth as he fucked you from behind with a rhythm that matched the rain’s relentless pulse against the windows. His chest was a furnace at your back, sweat-slick and heaving, his breath hot and ragged against the nape of your neck. One hand stayed splayed across your stomach, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave marks, while the other braced against the bin—knuckles white around the metal frame as he held himself upright, his rings clinking with every thrust.
“Side by side,” Eddie repeated, his voice rough as gravel, lips dragging along the curve of your shoulder. His teeth grazed the tendon there, sharp enough to make you gasp, and he groaned when you clenched around him. “Fuck—just like this.” His fingers slid lower, finding your clit again, and his touch was merciless—circling fast and tight until your legs shook and your breath came in ragged pants.
You could feel him everywhere—the scrape of his jeans against your thighs, the press of his belt buckle into your spine, the way his cock stretched you open with every deep, rolling thrust. The angle had your toes curling, your nails scratching at the record bin’s surface as Eddie’s rhythm faltered, his hips stuttering against your ass. “Gonna come,” he warned, his voice fraying at the edges, and his fingers on your clit pressed harder. “Take it—take it, sweetheart—”
The orgasm hit you like a live wire, sharp and electric, and Eddie’s name tore from your throat as you arched back into him. He followed with a choked groan, his hips slamming forward one last time as he spilled inside you, his forehead dropping to your shoulder with a shuddering exhale. For a moment, the only sounds were your mingled panting and the rain’s steady drumbeat against the glass.
Eddie’s hands gentled first—his grip on your stomach loosening, his fingers sliding away from your clit to stroke idle circles on your hip instead. He pressed a lazy kiss to the hinge of your jaw, his lips curving into a smirk when you shivered. “Told you,” he murmured, his voice still rough but edged with smug satisfaction. “Side by side’s the best.”
The record bin groaned in protest as Eddie leaned his full weight against it, his breath still ragged against your skin. His fingers trailed lazily down your spine, tracing the dip of your waist before settling possessively on your hip. "So," he drawled, his voice still thick with satisfaction, "still think I'm ridiculous?"
You snorted, twisting just enough to elbow him in the ribs—gently, because your limbs still felt like jelly. "You're *worse* than ridiculous. You're a menace." The words lacked any real bite, especially when Eddie just grinned and pressed another kiss to your shoulder, his teeth grazing the spot he'd marked earlier.
The store’s fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, flickering slightly as the storm outside rattled the power lines. Rain still streaked the windows, blurring the parking lot into a watercolor smear of asphalt and neon. Eddie’s hands lingered as you straightened your clothes, his fingers catching the hem of your shirt to tug you back against him. "Where do you think you're going?" he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.
"You have *work*," you reminded him, nodding toward the still-open front door. The Iron Maiden kid had long since fled, but the bell jingled ominously in the wind. "And I have a Bowie bootleg to steal."
Eddie gasped, clutching his chest like you'd shot him. "After all we've shared?" he said, voice dripping with mock horror. "The betrayal." But he was already reaching past you, snagging the record from where it had miraculously survived the... *activity* against the bin. He flipped it over in his hands, studying the worn sleeve with exaggerated scrutiny. "Hmm. This one’s got a scratch on track three. Can't sell damaged merchandise." He winked as he tucked it into your bag. "Employee discount."
“I will see you later?” Eddie asked, his fingers lingering on your waist as you stepped back, his rings catching the dim light. The smirk he wore was softer now, almost hesitant—like he already knew the answer but wanted to hear it anyway. You rolled your eyes, but your fingers brushed his wrist as you adjusted the strap of your bag, lingering just a second too long. “Obviously,” you said, like it was the dumbest question in the world.
description: after a messy breakup, being trapped in the upside down with your ex-boyfriend is the last thing you want. unfortunately, almost dying has a funny way of putting things into perspective.
pairing: eddie x ex gf!reader
tags: eddie x you, no y/n, exs to lovers, second chance romance, hurt/comfort, protective eddie, light(ish) post-breakup angst, satisfying fluff, crawl gone wrong, insisting on changing pairs, robin is sick of their bullshit, steve the relationship counselor
TW: violence, severe injury, blood
WC: 7.3k
A/N: based on a request by @enne02 hope you enjoy:)!! this one had me in my feels idk why LOL. reblogs are a writer's best friend<3 (if you know where this title is from, you know ball)
“Alright,” Steve said, pulling his arms tightly together. “Then it’s decided. Tomorrow, the girls will each wear an article of El and Max’s clothing to throw off the Demodogs.”
“They seem to be gunning for the two of them,” Dustin continued. “El for, well, obvious reasons. And Max, because she has dodged Vecna’s curse like, a thousand times. We add some of their blood to make the scent stronger, and some of Nancy and Robin’s to theirs, so the scent is thrown off. Sound good?”
“Yeah, I love being live bait,” Robin says sarcastically, scanning over to you and Nancy.
Nancy just nods in agreement before looking down at you on the couch.
“What about Will?” You ask, nodding over to the next room. He sat with his back to the group, eyes staring out the window ahead, headphones tight around his head. “Won’t their connection just immediately give this whole plan away?”
Jonathan sighs and closes the door, “He won’t be coming with us. He’s gonna stay at the squawk with my mom and Lucas in case Vecna’s spying. He won’t even be in communication with us.”
You nod once, flashing him a quick sympathetic smile.
“Alright!” Dustin claps his hands together. “Meet at Lover’s Lake gate sunrise tomorrow.”
The room filled with the sound of shifting bodies and tired sighs as everyone slowly stood from their spots around the Byers' living room.
Robin immediately groaned. “Awesome. Another sunrise meetup. Love that for us.”
“You complain every single time,” Steve muttered, grabbing his car keys off the coffee table.
“Because every single time we almost die, Steve.”
“Fair.”
Nancy was already gathering scattered papers from the table, slipping them into her bag with practiced efficiency. Jonathan disappeared toward the kitchen, mumbling something about coffee, while Dustin launched himself into explaining some other part of the plan to Mike for the third time that night.
You pushed yourself up from the couch slowly, exhaustion heavy in your bones. And unfortunately, your eyes caught Eddie’s from across the room.
He stood near the hallway entrance, arms crossed tightly over his chest, fingers tapping nervously against his forearm. His eyes flicked over you for barely a second before looking away just as quickly. Still couldn’t look at each other normally.
Cool. Normal. Totally fine.
You moved first, grabbing your jacket off the arm of the couch. “I’m gonna head out.”
“I’ll walk you,” Nancy offered immediately.
Before you could answer, Eddie suddenly pushed himself off the wall.
“I got it.”
The room went weirdly quiet for half a second. Robin’s eyebrows nearly disappeared into her hairline while Steve looked physically exhausted by the tension.
You stared at Eddie. “I think I can make it to the front door alone.”
“Wasn’t saying you couldn’t,” he muttered.
God. There it was, that sharp edge the two of you had been dancing around for months now.
Nancy glanced between the two of you carefully before stepping back. “Okay then.”
You brushed past Eddie toward the door, hearing his boots follow a second later.
The cold night air hit immediately once the front door opened, damp and sharp against your skin. Crickets buzzed faintly somewhere in the distance while the porch light flickered overhead.
You descended the steps first, and Eddie lingered behind you awkwardly.
“You really think this plan’s gonna work?” you asked quietly.
Eddie shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “Nope.”
You huffed out a laugh despite yourself, and his mouth twitched faintly at the sound.
“But,” he added, softer, “it’s the best shot we got.”
You hated how easy it still was to stand beside him. Hated how your body still recognized him instantly. The smell of cigarettes and leather and that stupid cologne you bought him lingered in the cold air between you.
“You should probably get some sleep,” he said finally.
You glanced over at him. “You too.”
There was a moment of hesitation between you, then Eddie rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, curls falling into his face.
“Listen, about tomorrow—”
“We’ll figure it out. Night,” you said quickly, opening your car door and closing it just as fast.
“Night,” he muttered to himself, tapping the hood of your car once.
The Upside Down always felt wrong immediately.
The air was thicker here. Wet, heavy with rot and ash and something metallic that clung to the back of your throat every time you breathed too deeply.
The sky stretched above the group in angry shades of red and black lightning, spores drifting lazily through the air like toxic snow, every step squelching beneath your boots.
“God,” Robin muttered, pulling the sleeves of Max’s sweatshirt farther over her hands. “I seriously forgot how much this place smells like a dead animal’s asshole.”
“That is… unbelievably specific,” Nancy replied.
“It’s accurate, though.”
Steve ignored them, flashlight tucked beneath his arm as he unfolded the rough map Jonathan had drawn the night before.
“The crawlspace splits about a mile ahead,” Steve continued. “We cover more ground if we break into pairs.”
“Cool,” Robin nodded. “Dibs on not dying.”
Steve pointed around the group. “Nancy, you’re with Johnathan. Robin, you’re with Dustin and me—” He paused briefly. “Eddie, you and...”
“No.”
The answer left your mouth immediately. Sharp enough that even the distant growls echoing through the Upside Down suddenly felt quieter. Eddie’s head turned toward you instantly.
Steve blinked. “What?”
“I said no.”
You adjusted the shotgun strap harsher than necessary across your shoulder before looking anywhere except Eddie.
“What about Nancy?” you asked. “I’ll go with her.”
Steve shook his head immediately. “Nope. Both sharpshooters can’t be together.”
“Robin then.”
“Also no,” he replied. “You and Robin both have El's blood scent on you. Two El's means a dead giveaway.”
You clenched your jaw. Of course, there was a reason for everything; of course, it made sense. But still...
“No,” you repeated more quietly this time.
Steve sighed heavily like a tired father of six. “Seriously?”
You finally looked at Eddie, and big mistake. Because he looked just as frustrated as you felt, maybe even a little more exhausted from the situation than you were.
“Jesus Christ,” Robin whispered under her breath. “They’re divorced.”
“We were never married,” you snapped instantly.
“Yet,” Dustin mumbled.
You whipped around. “Whatever. Come on, Dustin.”
The kid blinked. “Wait, what?”
“You heard me.”
“Uh—”
“Dustin. Let’s go.”
Your voice cracked through the air hard enough that nearby spores trembled slightly as you shoved past the group toward the forest line. Dustin looked between you and Eddie like a hostage negotiator trying not to die.
Steve slowly lifted both hands. “Hey, Henderson?”
“Yeah?”
“I wouldn’t argue with an angry girl holding a shotgun.”
Dustin nodded immediately. “Excellent point.”
“Seriously?” Eddie muttered.
Dustin pointed apologetically at himself before jogging after you. “Sorry, man! Self-preservation!”
Robin watched the two of you disappear into the foggy tree line before glancing sideways at Eddie. “…So how bad was the breakup exactly?”
Eddie stared after you quietly for a long moment. “Bad enough,” he said finally, “that she’d rather walk into monster-infested hell with a fifteen-year-old.”
The three of them moved carefully through the wreckage of downtown Hawkins, flashlights cutting through the thick haze drifting between abandoned cars and crumbling storefronts.
Somewhere in the distance, something screeched. Robin immediately tightened her grip on the flare gun in her hands.
“Mm. Hate that sound. Really hate that sound.”
“Pretty sure that’s the point,” Steve muttered from the front.
Store signs flickered weakly overhead, vines pulsing slowly up the sides of buildings like veins beneath skin.
Eddie barely noticed any of it. Because every few seconds, his eyes kept drifting back toward the tree line where you and Dustin had disappeared twenty minutes ago.
“You know,” she said casually, “if you stare any harder, I think you might actually burn a hole right through the fog.”
Eddie rolled his eyes. “Shut up.”
“No, seriously,” Steve added. “It’s getting pathetic.”
“I’m literally just walking.”
“You basically broke your neck turning around five seconds ago.”
Eddie scoffed softly and adjusted the strap of the spear against his shoulder. “She’s fine.”
Steve hummed knowingly. “Uh huh.”
The group ducked beneath a collapsed power line before continuing down the street.
Robin glanced between the two boys. “Wait, hold on. I actually don’t know what happened between you two.”
Eddie groaned immediately. “Absolutely not.”
“Oh, come on,” she said. “We’re in hell dimension therapy hour. Spill.”
Eddie kept walking.
“Munson.”
“No.”
“Eddie.”
He sighed dramatically, dragging a hand down his face. “It was stupid.”
“That means it was definitely your fault,” Robin replied instantly.
“One-hundred percent,” Steve nodded.
Eddie shot both of them a glare before finally relenting. “Chrissy needed a ride home after a game one night.”
Robin blinked. “That’s it?”
“I didn’t tell her beforehand,” Eddie admitted.
Steve already looked exhausted. “Oh, my God.”
“I was going to!”
“But you didn’t,” Robin pointed out.
Eddie groaned louder. “Okay, yes, thank you, I gathered that much.”
Steve shoved aside a hanging vine as they entered the shell of an old grocery store. “So she saw you?”
“Yeah.”
Robin winced. “Oh, that’s brutal.”
“It wasn’t even like that,” Eddie argued quietly. “Chrissy was upset. Jason was being a dick. I just drove her home.”
“But from her perspective?” Steve replied. “Her boyfriend disappears for half the night with the prettiest girl in school.”
Eddie looked genuinely offended. “Why does everyone keep calling Chrissy the prettiest girl in school? That's not even half-accurate.”
Robin deadpanned. "Oh."
“You still love her,” Steve said it casually, like he was commenting on the weather.
Eddie kept his eyes ahead, flashlight shaking faintly in his grip. “Doesn’t matter.”
“Kinda does when you look one bad day away from throwing up every time she talks to another guy.”
Eddie let out a dry laugh. “Yeah, well. She’s still pissed.”
Steve crawled up beside him slightly. “Did you ever actually apologize?”
“Shut up,” Eddie snapped, ears turning red beneath his curls.
Robin gasped dramatically. “Wait, wait, wait— is that why she’s so pissed? Because she thinks something happened with Chrissy?”
Eddie’s expression tightened slightly. Because yeah, that was part of it. But not all of it, not the real part.
The real part was that instead of fighting harder for you, instead of explaining, instead of chasing after you when you stormed away crying…He let you go.
And he’d regretted it every single day since.
Meanwhile, somewhere deeper in the woods of the Upside Down, you and Dustin trudged through layers of ash and rotting vines in tense silence. Well, mostly tense silence. Because Dustin physically could not stop talking if he tried.
“I’m just saying,” he continued carefully, trying to keep up with your pace, “from an outside perspective, I really don’t think Eddie cheated on you.”
You climbed over a fallen tree branch without looking at him. “Congratulations.”
“I’m serious!”
“Dustin.”
“No, because you weren’t there after, okay? He was literally miserable.”
You snorted softly. “Please.”
“I’m not kidding!” Dustin insisted. “The guy looked like someone kicked his puppy for, like… three months straight.”
“That’s dramatic.”
“He started listening to sad music.”
You glanced back at him dryly. “He already listens to sad music.”
“Okay, fair.”
Dustin ducked beneath a low-hanging vine before continuing. “But seriously, he didn’t do anything with Chrissy.”
You tightened your grip around the shotgun because it still stung hearing her name, even now. Especially now. Because logically? You knew Eddie probably hadn’t cheated. But emotionally, that night still replayed in your head perfectly.
Waiting for him, watching the clock, then seeing his van pull into the trailer park with Chrissy Cunningham in the passenger seat, laughing at something he said. And Eddie, sweet, oblivious, Eddie, looking happier with her than he had with you in weeks.
“You didn’t see them,” you muttered quietly.
Dustin sighed. “I saw him after.”
“That doesn’t change anything.”
“It should.”
You stopped walking suddenly, sending Dustin nearly crashing into your back.
“You know what the worst part was?” you asked, voice strangely calm.
The spores drifting through the air caught in your hair as you turned toward him.
“I would’ve understood if he just told me.”
Dustin’s expression softened slightly. “He always thought you were too good for him,” he admitted quietly.
That one hit harder than you expected, because yeah. You knew that already, too. Knew it every time Eddie got weird when boys looked at you too long. Every time he joked about you “slumming it” with him. Every time, he acted as if your love for him had an expiration date.
Your chest tightened unpleasantly, but before you could answer, something screeched in the distance. Both of you froze instantly.
Dustin’s face paled. “Uh…” Another screech, but closer this time. Wet. Animalistic.
You slowly lifted the shotgun. The woods around you suddenly felt very, very quiet. Then, movement, fast shadows darting between the trees. One. Two. Three—
“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” Dustin whispered.
Demodogs, at least five of them. Their slick bodies slithered between the vines surrounding you both, snarling lowly as their flower-like mouths slowly opened.
You grabbed Dustin’s jacket instantly, shoving him backward. “Run.”
“You know what your problem is?” Steve asked as the three of them pushed through the hollow remains of Family Video.
Eddie sighed heavily. “Please enlighten me, Harrington.”
“You think if you screw something up once, that’s it.”
Robin nodded immediately. “Oh my God, yes. That’s exactly his problem.”
Eddie rolled his eyes. “You two done psychoanalyzing me?”
“No,” Steve replied simply.
They stepped over collapsed shelves, boots crunching through broken VHS tapes scattered across the floor. Outside, thunder rumbled through the red sky.
Steve adjusted the nail bat over his shoulder before glancing back at Eddie again. “So...did you ever actually apologize?”
Eddie’s jaw tightened. “…Not really.”
Robin looked horrified. “EDDIE.”
“What?” he defended instantly. “Things got heated!”
“She cried and dumped you, and you just let her walk away!” Robin whisper-yelled.
Eddie scrubbed both hands down his face in frustration. “I didn’t know what to say!”
Steve laughed dryly. “Well, there’s your first issue.”
“I figured if she wanted to talk to me, she would’ve.”
Robin stared at him for a long moment. “Men are genuinely stupid.”
Eddie ignored her. “She looked at me like she hated me.”
“Because she was hurt,” Robin shot back. “There’s a difference.”
Eddie went quiet at that, because deep down? He knew. Knew every sharp comment and glare from you over the last few months felt more like woundedness than hatred.
Steve slowed slightly, expression softening just a bit. “Dude.”
Eddie glanced over.
“When this is over…” Steve shrugged. “Just apologize.”
Robin pointed at him enthusiastically. “YES. Exactly. Thank you.”
“Like a real apology,” Steve continued. “Not one of your weird little jokes where you deflect halfway through.”
“I don’t do that.”
“You absolutely do that,” Robin replied.
Eddie opened his mouth to argue, but static suddenly exploded through Steve’s walkie. All three of them froze instantly. A burst of panicked breathing crackled through the speaker. Then:
“STEVE?!” Dustin, terrified.
Steve grabbed the walkie immediately. “Dustin? What happened?”
More static, heavy footsteps, and your voice somewhere in the background, shouting something muffled. Then Dustin again:
“There’s— Jesus Christ— there’s like FIVE OF THEM!” A deafening screech echoed through the radio.
Robin’s face went white instantly. “Oh, my God.”
“We’re headed east through the woods!” Dustin yelled breathlessly. “They’re right behind us!”
Steve already started moving. “Stay moving. We’re coming to you.”
The radio crackled violently. Then your voice cut through this time, sharp and panicked.
“Dustin RUN!”
Eddie’s stomach dropped instantly. A loud gunshot exploded through the walkie. Then another, then static.
Branches snapped violently beneath your boots as you and Dustin tore through the woods.
The Upside Down blurred around you in flashes of red lightning and black vines, spores whipping through the air every time you shoved past another rotting tree. Behind you, there was screeching.
“LEFT!” Dustin yelled breathlessly.
You grabbed the back of his jacket, yanking him sideways just as a Demodog launched from the trees where he’d been standing half a second before. It hit the ground hard with a wet snarl. You spun instantly:
BOOM!
The shotgun blast echoed through the forest, the flare shell exploding directly into the creature’s chest. Fire burst outward, orange flames illuminating the dark woods as the Demodog shrieked and convulsed on the ground.
“Holy shit!” Dustin yelled.
“No time!” you shouted back. “MOVE!”
The two of you sprinted again. Your lungs burned as another screech split the air, then another. Then three more answered.
Dustin looked back once and immediately paled. “Oh, that is SO many.”
Shapes darted through the fog behind you. Fast, crawling over trees and vines with horrifying speed. One leaped from the side, and you reacted instantly, grabbing Dustin by the shoulders and throwing him down as the creature flew over both your heads.
You hit the ground hard beside him. The Demodog spun immediately, flower-mouth peeling open with a shriek. Dustin scrambled backward, fumbling desperately inside his bag.
“SHIT! SHIT! SHIT—”
The creature lunged, and a Molotov cocktail smashed against its face, fire erupting instantly. The thing screamed horribly, thrashing against the dirt while Dustin stared wide-eyed at the flaming bottle in his hand.
“…That was awesome.”
“Dustin!”
“RIGHT. MOVING!”
You hauled him upright again just as another creature burst from the trees, then another, and another.
Your stomach dropped. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me.”
Because behind the Demodogs, towering above them in the fog…Demogorgons; at least two. Their massive silhouettes moved slowly through the trees, petals twitching open as they tracked the scent of blood soaking into the girls’ borrowed clothes.
“Okay,” Dustin said faintly. “I officially hate this plan.”
One of the Demodogs lunged. Boom. Another flare shell exploded through its jaw. The recoil nearly knocked your shoulder backward as you kept firing. One. Two. Three blasts. Fire illuminated snapping teeth and writhing vines while Dustin hurled another Molotov into the pack.
Glass shattered, and flames erupted across the forest floor. Still, more kept coming.
“Why are there SO MANY?!” Dustin yelled.
“I don’t know!”
A Demodog tackled you from the side before you could reload. You hit the ground hard enough to lose the shotgun entirely. The creature screeched directly in your face, claws slashing wildly as you shoved against its throat desperately, its teeth snapped inches from your face.
“GET OFF!”
You grabbed the knife from your belt and drove it upward into the creature’s neck. Black blood sprayed across your hands as the thing convulsed violently before collapsing on top of you. For one horrible second, you couldn’t breathe.
Then Dustin was there immediately, dragging the body off you. “COME ON!”
The trees ahead suddenly exploded with flashlight beams. Voices.
“THIS WAY!”
Steve. Robin. And then, your heart betrayed you instantly at the sound of his voice. He yelled for you, panicked and terrified; closer now. You turned toward the sound just as one of the Demogorgons burst through the trees.
“LOOK OUT!” Dustin screamed. You barely had time to move.
One massive claw swung forward, and white-hot pain exploded across your side. The force sent you flying backward violently into the dirt.
For a second, everything went silent. No sound. No air. Nothing.
Then warmth poured down your waist, and your hands instinctively grabbed at your sides. Blood, so much blood. Somewhere nearby, Dustin was screaming your name.
And across the clearing, Eddie stopped dead. Because you were on the ground, not moving.
“OH MY GOD—” Dustin’s voice cracked somewhere nearby as the others charged into the clearing.
Steve and Robin immediately started firing at the creatures still circling through the trees, gunshots and screeches echoing violently through the forest while flames spread across the ground from the broken Molotovs.
But Eddie? Eddie only saw you.
Blood soaked through your shirt in horrifying amounts, spilling between your fingers where you clutched desperately at your side. Your breathing came in sharp, uneven breaths against the dirt beneath you.
His stomach dropped so hard it physically hurt. “No no no no—”
He was beside you instantly, collapsing to his knees hard enough to draw blood. Your eyes fluttered toward him hazily, still conscious. Thank fucking God.
“Hey,” he breathed shakily. “Hey, stay with me, alright?”
You grimaced as another cough wracked through your body. Blood splattered across your chin, and Eddie visibly went pale.
“Jesus Christ,” Robin whispered somewhere behind him.
You sucked in a painful breath, immediately trying to push yourself upright. “I’m fine.”
Eddie stared at you in disbelief. “Are you insane?”
“I can still move.”
“You are literally coughing up blood!”
Another wet cough interrupted you immediately, like your body itself was trying to prove his point. You glared weakly at him afterward anyway.
“Don’t,” you rasped.
“Don’t what?”
“Look at me like that.”
Eddie’s face crumpled for half a second before he could stop it. Like that.
Like he was terrified, like seeing you hurt was physically ripping him apart from the inside out.
The sounds of fighting still echoed around the clearing. Steve yelling. Gunshots. Demogorgons screeching somewhere deeper in the woods.
But Eddie barely registered any of it as he pressed, shaking hands harder against the wound in your side. Blood immediately soaked through to his palms.
“You need pressure on this,” he said quickly, voice uneven. “Can you hold this?”
“I can walk.”
“No, you can’t.”
“Yes, I can.”
“You got launched ten feet through the air!”
You tried to sit up again anyway, and immediately regretted it. Pain tore through your side hard enough that a broken sound escaped your throat before you could stop it.
Eddie caught you before you could fall back completely, one arm wrapping around your shoulders carefully.
“There she is,” he whispered shakily. “That’s the stubborn girl I know.”
You clenched your jaw hard, humiliated tears burning behind your eyes. Not now, you refused to cry right now.
“I’m not dying in front of you,” you muttered weakly.
Something about that sentence completely shattered whatever composure Eddie had left. His eyes went glossy instantly.
“Hey,” he said softly, almost pleading. “Hey, don’t talk like that.”
Another scream echoed through the woods. Steve suddenly appeared beside them, blood splattered across his bat. “We need to move. Now.”
“Can she walk?” Robin asked urgently.
You opened your mouth immediately. “Yes.”
“No,” Eddie answered at the exact same time.
“I said I can—”
The second you tried to move again, your entire body folded from the pain, and a horrible gasp tore from your chest. And Eddie finally snapped.
“Jesus Christ, would you stop trying to be tough for five seconds?!”
The clearing went quiet for a second, and even you looked startled. Eddie’s breathing shook violently as he stared down at you, terrified and furious and heartbroken all at once.
“Please.”
That one word hurt worse than the injury. Before you could argue again, Eddie slid one arm beneath your knees and the other around your back.
You instinctively grabbed onto his jacket as he lifted you carefully against his chest. Pain exploded through your side immediately, making you gasp sharply into his shoulder.
“I know,” he whispered quickly. “I know, sweetheart, I got you.”
Sweetheart, your eyes shut briefly at the nickname, because he hadn’t called you that in months.
Eddie adjusted his grip tighter around you before looking toward the others. “Move.”
Nancy’s house in the Upside Down looked even worse from the inside.
The wallpaper peeled in blackened strips from the walls, vines crawling through cracks in the ceiling while spores drifted lazily through the stale air. The entire place creaked softly around them as if it were breathing.
Steve slammed the front door shut behind them while Robin shoved an overturned bookshelf against it.
“Are they following us?” she asked breathlessly.
“I don’t know,” Steve answered. “I don’t hear them.”
Eddie barely registered the conversation. The second they got inside, he lowered you carefully onto the couch and immediately dropped to his knees in front of you again. Your blood stained almost everything now.
The couch. His hands. Your shirt. The floor beneath your boots. It just kept coming.
“Okay,” Robin said quickly, trying to stay calm. “Okay, okay. Nancy keeps medical supplies upstairs, right?”
“Yeah,” Steve nodded immediately. “Bathroom closet.”
The two of them disappeared upstairs instantly. Dustin crouched nearby, frantic fingers fumbling with his walkie.
“Nancy? Jonathan? Come in!” Static answered him.
Your breathing hitched painfully again, and Eddie’s head snapped back toward you immediately.
“Stay with me,” he whispered.
You leaned weakly against the couch cushions, face pale beneath the layer of grime and blood smeared across your skin. Every breath looked harder than the last. Still, you forced out a weak, sarcastic smile.
“Pretty sure… this ruins the mission.”
Eddie let out something halfway between a laugh and a broken sound. “Yeah,” he choked out. “Yeah, sweetheart, kinda.”
Your eyes flicked toward the blood covering his hands, then back to him. He looked terrified, like absolutely terrified.
And it hit you suddenly that Eddie Munson looked like he was watching the worst thing that had ever happened to him unfold in real time.
“You can stop looking at me like I’m dying,” you muttered weakly.
The second the words left your mouth, Eddie’s face crumpled completely. “No,” he whispered instantly. Your chest ached at the sound.
Eddie pressed both shaking hands harder against the wound in your side, trying desperately to slow the bleeding.
“You can hate me later,” he said shakily. “Just don’t leave me first.”
Something in your expression broke, because he sounded serious. His eyes glistened under the dim flickering light, curls stuck damply against his forehead, while blood soaked through his rings and sleeves.
And suddenly, all you could think about was Dustin’s voice earlier.
"He always thought you were too good for him."
Your vision blurred slightly. “Eddie…”
“Don’t,” he interrupted immediately, voice cracking. “Please don’t do the thing where people start talking all soft because they think they’re dying, okay? I can’t—”
His breath hitched sharply. Then…Oh. Oh God. Eddie was crying.
Not loud or dramatic, just silent tears slipping down his face while he tried desperately to keep pressure against your side.
You weakly grabbed at his wrist. Instantly, his other hand wrapped around yours.
“I’m here,” he whispered quickly. “I’m here.”
Upstairs, cabinets slammed open while Robin shouted something about peroxide. Dustin was still trying the walkies. But for a second, the rest of the world faded out entirely. It was just Eddie, holding your hand like letting go would kill you.
Your thumb brushed weakly across his knuckles.
“I don’t hate you,” you admitted quietly.
Eddie froze. His watery eyes snapped up to yours so fast it almost hurt to look at. “What?”
You swallowed painfully. “I tried to,” you whispered. “But I don’t.”
Eddie stared at you like the words physically knocked the air from his lungs. Then suddenly, the house went strangely quiet.
Dustin slowly lowered the walkie. “…Wait.”
Steve reappeared at the top of the stairs with Robin right behind him, carrying supplies.
“What?” Robin asked.
Dustin frowned toward the windows. “Do you guys hear that?”
Everyone went still, and there was nothing. No screeching. No snarling. No pounding footsteps outside. The Demodogs were gone.
Steve moved cautiously toward the window, peeling back the curtain slightly. “…Holy shit.”
“What?” Eddie snapped immediately without taking his eyes off you.
Steve looked back slowly. “They stopped.”
Robin blinked. “Stopped what?”
“Following us.”
Everyone went quiet, then Dustin’s eyes widened. “Oh shit.”
Robin looked at him. “‘Oh shit’, what?”
Dustin pointed toward you carefully. “The blood.”
Eddie frowned slightly, and then realization hit all at once. The creatures weren’t tracking El’s scent anymore, not Max’s either. Your blood threw them back to tracking the real deal.
“Oh, that is dark,” Robin muttered quietly.
Steve looked back out the window one more time before letting the curtain fall shut again. “Doesn’t matter. We still gotta move.”
Eddie’s head snapped up immediately. “She can’t move.”
As if on cue, another painful cough tore through your chest. Blood stained the corner of your mouth again, and Eddie visibly flinched.
Robin quickly knelt beside the couch with the medical supplies, hands moving fast as she peeled back the blood-soaked fabric around your side.
“…Oh.”
Steve’s face tightened instantly. “Bad?”
Robin looked a little pale now, too. “Very.”
You glanced downward weakly. Honestly, you kinda wished you hadn’t.
The slash across your side was deep, way deeper than you originally thought. Blackened blood smeared across torn skin while the edges of the wound pulsed faintly with Upside Down spores and grime.
Robin pressed fresh gauze against it carefully, and you hissed sharply through your teeth.
“Sorry,” she muttered quickly.
“It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not,” Eddie said immediately, everyone turning to look at him.
He was still kneeling in front of you, one hand locked tightly around yours like he physically couldn’t let go. And somehow he still looked angry at himself, like this was his fault too.
Steve crouched beside Dustin near the walkie.
“We need everyone back here. Now.”
Dustin nodded immediately, adjusting the frequency with shaky hands. “Nancy, Jonathan, Mike— anybody copy?”
Static crackled loudly, then Jonathan’s voice finally pushed through.
“Dustin?”
“Get back to Wheeler’s house now,” Steve ordered quickly. “We have a situation.”
“What happened?”
Steve hesitated briefly, but Eddie didn’t. “She’s hurt.”
Jonathan swore immediately. “How bad?”
Nobody answered fast enough, and that was answer enough. Dustin swallowed hard before grabbing the walkie again. “Guys, seriously, we need everyone here now.”
Robin kept trying to wrap the wound tighter, but every fresh layer of bandages turned red almost instantly. Steve’s expression shifted subtly from worried to straight-up scared.
“Hey,” he said carefully, crouching closer to you now. “Stay with us, okay?”
You let out a weak laugh. “Everybody keeps saying that.”
“Because you look like shit,” Robin replied automatically.
“Robin,” Steve hissed.
“What? I’m motivating her.”
Your eyelids suddenly felt heavy, and your head tipped slightly against the couch cushions.
Instantly, Eddie tightened his grip on your hand. “Hey.”
“I’m awake.”
“No sleeping.”
“I’m literally just resting my eyes.”
“Absolutely not.”
You would’ve laughed if breathing didn’t hurt so badly. Robin exchanged a quick glance with Steve. Then, he stood abruptly.
“We’re getting out of here.”
Eddie looked up sharply. “What?”
“She needs a hospital.”
“In the real world,” Robin added quickly. “Like yesterday.”
Steve nodded toward the ceiling. “Nearest gate’s at the trailer park. We move fast, we can make it.”
“And if the Demogorgons come back?” Dustin asked nervously.
Steve tightened his grip around the nail bat. “Then we fight.”
Eddie looked back down at you again. You looked exhausted now; blood loss had drained almost all the color from your face.
“Okay,” he whispered shakily. “Okay, we’re moving.”
Then softer, mostly to himself as he brushed blood-matted hair carefully from your face, “You’re not dying here.”
The trip back to the trailer park was brutal; every movement hurt. Every step Eddie took with you in his arms jolted painfully through your side, forcing weak gasps from your throat, no matter how hard you tried to hide them.
“You still with me?” he asked quietly after a while.
You hummed weakly against his shoulder.
“Words, sweetheart.”
“…Unfortunately.”
That earned the tiniest huff of laughter from him. Good. You liked hearing him laugh, even now.
Especially now.
The trailer park gates finally came into view ahead through the fog, and relief instantly loosened the group.
“We’re close,” Steve called quietly. “Gate’s right up—”
A screech exploded overhead, and everyone froze. Eddie’s entire body locked up beneath you instantly. Because he knew that sound, all too well. Demobats.
Robin looked upward first. “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me.”
The sky above them suddenly erupted with movement. Dark shapes poured through the red clouds in violent shrieking swarms. Dozens, maybe more.
“No, no, no,” Dustin whispered.
Eddie visibly went pale; you could feel it immediately. The way his arms tightened around you, the way his breathing changed to sharp, uneven, panicked. Because last time, these things nearly killed him.
“MOVE!” Steve shouted.
The swarm dove all at once, and chaos erupted instantly. Robin started firing upward while Steve swung the bat wildly at the creatures swooping down around them. Dustin hurled another Molotov skyward, flames bursting violently across the dark sky.
Still, more kept coming. One of the bats shrieked directly beside Eddie’s head. He ducked sharply, nearly dropping you. Another latched briefly onto his jacket, and suddenly he wasn’t here anymore, not fully.
Your stomach twisted painfully as you watched it happen in real time. The fear. The memory. His eyes looked exactly like they had that night in the Upside Down trailer. Terrified. Overwhelmed.
A bat swooped downward fast.
“EDDIE!” you shouted weakly. Too late.
The creature slammed directly into him, and the impact knocked both of you sideways violently, causing you to slip from his grasp. Pain exploded through your body as you hit the ground hard, tumbling through ash and dead vines.
Your vision blurred immediately, and everything spun. For one horrible second, you almost blacked out. Then you heard Eddie release an agonizing scream. Your head snapped upward weakly.
The bats swarmed him instantly, exactly like before. Clawing. Shrieking. Dragging him toward the ground while Steve and Robin tried desperately to fight them off. And suddenly, you weren’t in the present Upside Down anymore. You were back there, watching Eddie nearly die.
Watching him bleed out while everyone screamed. Watching his body go limp in your arms. No, absolutely fucking not.
Adrenaline slammed through your body so violently it almost made you nauseous.
You forced yourself upward with a broken gasp, fingers scrambling desperately through the dirt until they found the shotgun lying nearby. Your side screamed in protest, but it didn’t matter. You cocked the gun shakily.
One of the bats wrapped around Eddie’s throat while another clawed at his back. His eyes met yours across the chaos, terrified. And that? That did it.
BOOM
The flare shell exploded directly into the swarm, and fire erupted violently across the sky. Shrieking filled the air as the Demo-bats ignited all at once, peeling away from Eddie in flaming screeches. Another shot, then another.
Explosions of orange fire illuminated the dark woods around you while burning creatures dropped from the sky one after another.
Steve grabbed Eddie immediately, hauling him backward. “MOVE MOVE MOVE!”
Robin ran toward you instantly. “Jesus Christ!”
Your arms finally gave out. The shotgun slipped from your fingers as the adrenaline vanished just as quickly as it came. Everything tilted sideways, and Eddie reached you before you hit the ground again.
His hands grabbed your face carefully. “Hey,” he breathed frantically. “Hey, hey, hey, look at me.”
Your vision blurred around the edges, but you still managed the weakest smile.
“Told you,” you whispered faintly. “Not letting you die.” Eddie looked absolutely wrecked by that sentence.
The first thing you noticed was the beeping, soft and steady. Then the smell of antiseptic hit next, clean hospital air replacing the rot and ash of the Upside Down.
Your body felt heavy and warm, and pain throbbed dully through your side the second you tried to move.
A small sound escaped your throat before you could stop it. Immediately, a chair scraped harshly beside you.
“Hey.”
Your eyes blinked open slowly. Hospital room. Dim lighting. And Eddie, kneeling beside your bed so fast it almost looked like he hadn’t moved in hours. Because honestly? He probably hadn’t.
His curls were a mess, dark circles bruised beneath his eyes, while dried scratches still marked his neck and jaw from the bats. One of his hands clutched yours tightly enough to hurt a little.
“Oh, thank God,” he breathed shakily.
Your throat felt raw. “You look terrible.”
A watery laugh escaped him instantly. “Thanks.”
You smiled weakly. Eddie immediately leaned forward in the chair, still gripping your hand like he thought you might disappear if he let go.
“You scared the absolute shit out of me,” he admitted quietly.
“How long was I out?”
“Day and a half.”
Your eyebrows lifted weakly. “Seriously?”
“Mhm.”
“Wow. Kinda dramatic of me.”
Eddie let out another broken laugh, but this one dissolved quickly. You glanced down at your intertwined hands, noticing how he still hadn’t let go.
“…You stayed?”
Eddie looked almost offended. “Obviously, I stayed.”
Something warm twisted painfully in your chest. You swallowed carefully. “The others okay?”
“Yeah.” He nodded quickly. “Everyone’s okay. Couple scratches, Henderson won’t stop bragging about his Molotovs, Robin cried for like twenty minutes after you passed out—”
“Robin cried?”
“She threatened Steve when he laughed about it, too.”
That earned a small laugh out of you. God, he’d missed that sound.
Eddie stared at you for a second too long afterward, like he was making sure you were real, and alive.
His expression slowly crumbled again. “Listen,” he started quietly.
You already knew from his tone that this was gonna hurt. Eddie rubbed shakily at his eyes with his free hand before looking back at you.
“I am so sorry.”
Your chest tightened immediately.
“I should’ve told you about Chrissy,” he continued, voice uneven now. “I should’ve explained, and I should’ve come after you that night instead of letting you walk away.”
Tears burned visibly in his eyes again. “But honestly?” He laughed weakly at himself. “I think I was just waiting for you to realize you were too good for me.”
Your face softened instantly. “Eddie—”
“No, let me say it.” His voice cracked slightly. “Because I need you to know.”
His thumb brushed carefully across your knuckles.
“You are the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen in my life,” he whispered shakily. “Like… stupid beautiful. And smart, and funny, and everybody loves you, and I just kept thinking eventually you’d wake up and realize you didn’t wanna be stuck with some freak in a trailer forever.”
Your eyes immediately stung.
“And then when you saw me with Chrissy…” He swallowed hard. “I don’t know. Part of me almost figured maybe this was it. Like maybe I finally ruined the best thing that ever happened to me.”
Silence filled the room softly. Then finally, “You idiot.”
Eddie blinked, and you squeezed his hand weakly. “I never cared about any of that.”
His face crumpled all over again. “I know that now,” he whispered.
“I’m sorry too.”
Eddie frowned immediately. “For what?”
“I should’ve listened.”
“No, sweetheart—”
“I was hurt,” you admitted softly. “But I think part of me already knew you didn’t cheat.”
Eddie’s eyes went glossy again instantly.
You sighed weakly. “You’re too obsessed with me to cheat on me.”
That startled a laugh out of him so suddenly he actually snorted.
“Well, yeah,” he whispered again.
You smiled faintly. Then after a small pause, “So…” you murmured. “What now?”
Eddie looked at you carefully, like he was scared to answer wrong.
Then slowly, he brought your hand carefully to his lips and pressed the softest kiss against your knuckles.
“Whatever you want,” he whispered.
Your heart melted a little. “…I think,” you admitted quietly, “I’d like my boyfriend back.”
Eddie actually stopped breathing. “You mean that?”
You nodded once, and that was all it took.
Eddie surged forward carefully, terrified of hurting you, one hand cradling your face while he kissed you like he’d been dying to do it for months.
Soft at first, shaky. Then emotional enough that you felt tears hit your cheeks before realizing they were his. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.
“I love you,” he whispered immediately. “Like, embarrassingly bad.”
You laughed softly. “I love you too, you idiot.”
Neither of you noticed the door cracking open. At least, not until:
“Oh, thank fucking God.”
You both startled apart immediately. Robin stood frozen in the doorway holding two vending machine coffees and an open bag of chips, staring at the two of you with pure exhausted relief on her face.
Behind her, Steve physically sagged against the doorframe.
“FINALLY,” he groaned dramatically. “Jesus Christ.”
Your face burned hot instantly while Eddie still hovered halfway over you, one hand on your waist. Robin pointed between the two of you accusingly. “Do you understand how insufferable you both have been?”
“Robin—” Eddie started.
“No. No, I’m serious.” She walked fully into the room now, setting the coffees down aggressively on the bedside table. “The sexual tension alone almost killed me before the interdimensional monsters even got the chance.”
Eddie groaned, dragging both hands down his face. “Can we have like… one emotional moment? Alone?”
“No,” Steve answered immediately.
Robin nodded. “Absolutely not.”
Then her expression softened slightly as she looked toward you lying in the hospital bed. “You scared the hell out of us, by the way.”
Your smile faded a little. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” Steve said quickly, pushing off the doorway. “Just stop getting mauled by alternate dimension creatures. It’s becoming a weird habit in this group.”
“You first,” you shot back weakly.
Robin’s eyes flicked back and forth between you and Eddie again before narrowing suspiciously.
“So…” she dragged out slowly. “Are we all emotionally repaired now or what?”
Eddie looked toward you, and you smiled faintly before intertwining your fingers with his again.
Robin gasped dramatically. “OH, my GOD.”
Steve pointed immediately. “I knew it.”
Eddie rolled his eyes, but he was smiling now, actually...no. More like beaming at the fact that your fingers were laced with his.
Summary: Gator’s always going to protect his baby girl, even after he’s been busy breaking her heart.
WC: 2.6k
Warnings & What to Expect: Gator struggling to commit, angst w/ happy ending, mentions of alcohol & sex, men putting their hands where they don’t belong, the cliche bar trope but i loveeee it, allusions of spice - but no smut.
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Peach’s Note: ughh this was originally a request and i freaking accidentally DELETED it while trying to respond 😭🫠 so sorry anon, but this was the one about gator intervening at the bar to protect his girl. if you’re seeing this, hope you enjoy lovie 🧡
tysm to everyone showing love on my works - it means the world. requests are open! feel free to send anything Steve Harrington or Gator Tillman related and I can certainly try my best 🫡
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If there was one thing Gator Tillman was good at, it was breaking your heart.
It’s why you were wallowing in self misery at the local bar with a couple of your girlfriends in the middle of the work week.
You’ve knocked back more shots than you really should’ve, knowing you’ll have a killer headache in the morning with an even harsher reality check when Gator finds you here - which he will, because he always does.
Tracking and chasing you down was his specialty after all.
Your pointer finger lazily traces the rim of the drink you’re finally nursing after your friends convinced you to slow down, and your mind reflects back on what pushed you to go out in the first place.
Gator had stopped by your place during his break on the night shift, greeting you eagerly when you opened the door for him.
He’d taken a longer break than normal - allowing himself to sit on the couch with you propped up in his lap. Your knees sunk into the plush of the cushions on either side of his hips, hands planted on his chest - delicately brushing the exposed skin by the collar of his shirt.
His arms were looped around you, hands intertwined at the base of your back, smirking at you when he’d cup the curve of your ass - trying to cop a feel despite the fact that he doesn’t have that much time.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish, Alligator,” you whispered breathily by the shell of his ear.
Gator groans in frustration, “Then stop teasin’ me baby.”
It makes you shift your hips, pressing more firmly against him, and he lets out a strangled noise of pleasure at the contact.
“Gotta stop, or else Roy will cut my dick off if ‘m late again cause of you,” he chokes out, and it makes you giggle at his dramatics.
One of his hands trails up your back, before he brings it around to gently grasp your chin between his fingers - forcing you to look at him, “Don’t you laugh at me, you know how pissed he was last time.”
His thumb swipes across your bottom lip, and you open your mouth to playfully bite down on it, making his eyes blow wide.
“C’mon baby girl, don’t do this to me,” he practically begs.
You sigh loudly, pretending to think about it, “Hmm, I guess since you asked so nicely.”
He scoffs and rolls his eyes without any ill intent, before going quiet - taking you in. The lapse of talking allows you to remember the phone call you’d gotten before he showed up at your door - the one you were hesitant to tell him about.
“Somethin’ on your mind, baby girl?” He questions, genuine interest lacing his tone.
The way he’s looking at you, softly, almost as if he were memorizing your features - like he’s storing them somewhere in the depths of his mind and it allows you to make your decision.
“I was thinking,” you start, breaking off when he ducks his head to nip at the base of your throat.
“Usually leads to trouble,” he teases, sucking lightly at the now tender skin - knowing it’ll leave a possessive mark.
Your fingers play with the tendrils of hair poking out from the back of his hat and you work up the courage to finally just ask.
“My parents are coming to visit soon, and they wanna meet you,” you admit.
Gator goes rigid under you, mouth and hands stopping their wandering, and he pulls away to look at you with disbelief clouding his eyes.
“Why? It ain’t like wer’ together or somethin’ like that,” he grumbled, displeased at the idea.
The words stir something ugly under your ribs, disappointment at his continued insistence to not make anything official between the two of you.
That was the problem with a man like Gator - wanted to keep you around for all the benefits, but didn't want to label it so he could get out of the responsibility that came with being in a relationship.
It was giving you whiplash - experiencing how affectionate he could be while being so mean at the same time.
You were tired of it and decided to call him out on his bullshit, “Are you seeing other girls, Gator?”
He pauses, lips parting briefly before closing again, and it makes your stomach roll uneasily because you didn't think he was actually seeing other girls.
You start to pull away, but he frantically grabs at you, keeping you securely in his hold, “No, ‘m not seeing anybody else, promise.”
“Then what are we doing?” You gesture between the two of you.
Gator’s thumb comes up to smooth out the crease that your eyebrows have created, “We’re havin’ fun.”
“What if I want more than just fun?” You ask tentatively.
He shrugs his shoulders, “Then we should probably stop foolin’ around.”
His indifference is gut wrenching, but it’s nothing new - been let down before by him and his lack of commitment.
“You really don’t have any deeper feelings for me than that?” You ask him resolutely.
You can almost see the internal battle happening in that tortured brain of his - the one where his daddy is yelling at him for letting a girl make him soft, and the other one that’s whispering to him to let you in.
Gator’s teeth clenched tight, and you know his answer will hurt when his face pinches as if he’s annoyed, "Thought you knew what this was.”
“Guess I was stupid enough to think otherwise,” you mumble, and he doesn’t fight you this time when you force yourself off of him.
“Baby girl, don’t be like that,” he tries weakly.
“It’s fine, but you should be heading out now, Gator. You’ve got work to get back to and obviously we should stop ‘foolin’ around’ since I want you for more than just sex,” you bite out, tone harsher than you meant for it to be.
He breathes out harshly through his nose, “Didn’t mean it that way.”
“Whatever, Gator. I don’t care. Just go, please,” you fold your arms, retreating into your shell shamefully at his dismissive behavior.
A muscle in his jaw twitches like he wants to talk it out, but he glances at the watch on his wrist and realizes he needs to go.
“Can I still come over later?” He asks a little desperately.
“I don’t see the point. Goodnight, Gator,” you tell him stiffly, shutting the door behind him - locking it loudly so he gets the hint.
When you texted the group chat to vent about the awful exchange, your friends persuaded you to meet them for drinks to lift your spirits.
It didn’t help - instead, it made you feel worse at seeing the couple in the booth you considered yours and Gator’s when you came to the place together - had you remembering when he sneakily trailed his hand under your skirt one time - made you nearly pass out from the blissful feeling he was giving you in a public setting.
You just couldn’t get him off your mind - head spinning, wondering what you could’ve done to make him want you more.
You encouraged your friends to go play pool when a few guys from out of town came up to your group to flirt around, but you stayed behind at the bar - feet kicking the air sadly as you sat on the stool.
Suddenly, a hand slithers around your waist - making you freeze.
It’s a man from the group that came up to your friends, whose eyes had been lingering on you - making you nervous, because that look wasn’t interest. It was entitlement, like you owed him something he deserved.
“Please don’t touch me,” you try being polite, hoping he’ll listen the first time - which is pointless. If anything, his fingers dig into your skin uncomfortably harder.
“You’re just so pretty, dollface, can’t help myself,” he shares huskily, tilting his head, breath littered with traces of liquor - trying to get you to look at him.
Your heart starts hammering loudly, and there’s a shift in energy at the bar as people start to take notice of the man’s hands on you - because while Gator may not lay claim to being your boyfriend, everyone certainly knew not to mess with his girl.
The bartender knows it too, “Hey man, she asked you to take your hands off. I would listen if I were you.”
The man barks out a laugh of irritation, “Ain’t the boss of me. I’ll do whatever the hell I want.”
His hold on you is borderline painful at this point, and you're overwhelmed by the rush of signal firings of fight or flight taking over your body.
“Get off of me,” you command, squirming to break free.
“Don’t need to be such a priss about it, baby,” the guy sneers at you, refusing to let go. The pet name is revolting coming from anyone else but Gator, let alone a random guy trying to feel you up.
You’re nearly hyperventilating at his insistence - panicking about the fact that everyone else is either too drunk to notice or intervene.
Little did you know that the bartender had already reached out to the station - had been paid off by the Tillmans to keep an eye on you. The call came across the radio system in Gator’s deputy truck - who was already parked outside the bar - has been for an hour now. He’d been weighing the options on how you’d react if he showed up inside, but the call instantly made the choice for him.
Gator doesn’t need to storm in - his presence alone commands the attention of the room, eyes following his slow footsteps as he treks his way across the room to you. He can’t help the instant flood of pride that washes over him when he watches you throw the remains of your drink at the sleazy guy dangling off of you.
The guy rears back, jumping up from his seat, “What the fuck!”
Gator’s nearly at your side by now, and he smoothly slides in front of you, arm coming out to block the guy from trying to get to you.
“Gonna need yah to back off man,” Gator warns.
You startle at his appearance - would have been less than thrilled to see him earlier, but now you’re immensely grateful he’s shown up.
“Listen prick, this bitch-,” the man starts, and it’s all it takes for Gator to snap.
He grabs two fistfulls of the guys shirt, shoving him hard into the ledge of the counter top and gets real close to his face - murderous look behind those pretty eyes of his.
“I said, back, the fuck, off,” Gator pushes hard at the man’s chest, enunciating each word viciously.
The guy finally quiets at the threat, but his eyes narrow into slits, sizing Gator up like he’s determining if he could take him or not.
“C’mon baby girl, let’s go,” he leisurely lets go of the man, slipping an arm around your shoulders - guiding you towards the front door.
Gator’s almost steered you to the exit when you’re caught off guard by a rough tug at your arm, and a whimper leaves your lips at the sharp sting of the asshole’s nails cutting into your wrist when you rip yourself away from him.
The sound of you in pain makes Gator’s face twist in rage, and he whistles a signal to one of Roy's ranch hands who’s been cautiously watching from the entrance - worry pools in your gut because you know that means Gator’s about to beat the ever living shit out of the guy.
“Wait, Gate, it’s okay,” you say calmly, trying to talk him down from the dumb decision he’s about to make.
His eyes flick down to your wrist that you’re cradling, “Yer bleeding. Like hell it’s okay.”
The ranch hand stands beside you, and Gator gives a quick demand, “Get her in the car.”
“Gator,” you plead, but he’s already got his back to you.
You catch the first swing of his fist - cracking against the guy’s nose easily, but the ranch hand moves you out into the cool evening air before you can watch the rest of the brewing fight.
The car ride back to your house was silent. You probably couldn’t speak even if you wanted to with the way the bile was climbing up your throat at seeing Gator’s knuckles swollen and bleeding. The only other evidence of his brawl was a large bruise blooming on the underside of his jaw - must’ve been the only underhook throw the guy got on him.
You were livid at him - not only had he left you in broken pieces earlier in the day, but he threw himself into a fight that wasn’t needed and could've seriously gotten hurt.
Despite the fact, you had him sitting on your bathroom sink while you cleaned up his raw fingers - layer of skin missing from how hard he’d been swinging.
You were standing between his parted thighs, far too close for comfort after the devastating words he’d uttered just hours ago, and you could feel his breath fanning across your skin - leaving behind a traitorous trail of goosebumps in its wake.
“God, you drive me crazy, Gator Tillman,” you tell him when you’re done, throwing the dirty cloth you used into the laundry basket.
“That a good thing or bad thing?” He teases, grinning wildly at you.
“Bad, definitely bad,” you roll your eyes, stepping back - but Gator refuses to let you leave him, hands snatching out to grasp at your waist, delicately dragging you back to him.
“Excuse me for wantin’ to defend yer honor,” he chides, raising his eyebrows.
“If we ‘ain’t in a relationship’,” you mock, using his own words, “then how come you felt the need to do so?”
“Cause he was a jackass,” he splutters.
You shake your head, “Not good enough of a reason.”
“Woulda done if for anyone,” he mumbles, blatantly lying.
You pinch the bridge of your nose, exhausted from his stubbornness, “Oh my god, just be honest with me for once, Gator.”
“Fine, dammit, because yer mine. Got that? Mine. And nobody lays hands on my baby girl,” he seethes, jealously flaring like hot coals in his chest.
You reach up to cup his jaw in your hands, sweetly brushing over the bruise, and he closes his eyes in content at the touch.
You stand on your tip toes to get close, press a soft kiss to the tender skin and whisper, “Was that really so hard to admit, Alligator?”
He swallows thickly, eyes fluttering back open to look at you with desire, “Didn’t label it because I don’t wanna fuck this up.”
“You won’t, not if you just try for me,” you promise, nudging your nose against his - a silent request for him to kiss you.
He grants your wish, strong arms tracing the length of your torso, hand coming up to cradle the back of your head - gauze wrapped fingers tangling with the tendrils of your hair.
You press yourself eagerly against him, lips slotting with his like second nature. You’re not sure how much time passes as you bask in each other before finding yourselves intertwined beneath the bedsheets, under the glow of the moonlight shadowing your room.
And if Gator snuck out in the middle of the early morning - pausing to press a kiss to your hairline, admiring you as you let out a little noise of satisfaction - before leaving to go smash in the windows of the car of the idiot who dared to put his hands on you, well then that would be a secret Gator would take to his grave.
⋆˚꩜｡ summary: A teasing banter over Iron Maiden and Dio quickly spirals into whiskey-soaked and reckless attraction
⋆˚꩜｡ tags/tw: explicit content (minors do not interect, you're not welcome) no y/n, she/her reader, big age gap, confident reader, smoking, alcohol consumption, praise kink, oral sex (f!receiving), dirty talk, dom!eddie, sloppy kissing, breeding kink undertone, mild cnc undertones, overstimulation, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex
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The bell hanging above the glass door rang as soon as he’d pushed it open, and the smell of second hand vinyl, and something that smelled an awful lot like the faint remains of a joint, hit him when he finally stepped inside the independent record shop that had just opened downtown.
Eddie took a slow look around – noticing how the dark wall at the end of the shop was covered with framed posters he was sure were original ones, the two tattered bean bags randomly thrown in the far right corner next to a listening station, the overstocked shelves with imported tapes and limited-pressed records and the rack with vintage merch he was almost sure held one or two of the shirts he’d lost along the years.
But what really caught his attention, was the display island in the dead centre of the shop – custom built from what he could see, and at least a dozen plastic crates sitting on top of it, filled with records, prints, enamel pins and whatever else he was about to waste half his free afternoon digging through.
His heavy work boots thudded onto the polished concrete floor as he stepped further into the shop, his fingers twitching to start digging through it all.
“Just holler if you need help,” a disinterested voice said from behind the register.
Eddie pulled his eyes away from crate labelled limited eds. just briefly but redirected them back onto the Danish pressing of Melissa his fingers had stalled on when he didn’t actually see anyone behind the register.
Not that he really minded anyway – his brain already short-circuiting over the surprisingly doable price tag stuck in the upper right corner.
Honestly, he was somewhat relieved whoever was behind the register didn’t seem to be one of those pushy salesmen who hovered around customers like it was their fist time stepping into a record store. He preferred being left alone with the crates in front of him – especially considering he was acting like a fucking teenager every time his eyes landed on something he could add to his already ridiculous collection.
Something unfamiliar drifted through the speakers overhead, low and moody enough to catch his attention. Good enough, too, that he made a mental note to ask whoever was behind the register what artist it was.
By the time the soft streaks of sunshine had faded into a dusky blue evening, he’d already piled an embarrassing amount of records on top of one of the crates, and was now trying to convince himself not to go digging through the rack of vintage tees too.
He walked to the rack without really thinking it through. He was already spending more than he should’ve anyway — might as well indulge a little more.
The thin, high-pitched scrape of metal against metal made him scrunch his nose as his ringed, calloused fingers pushed through the hangers, eyes scanning every faded design he flipped past.
The annoying scrape of metal faded abruptly when his fingers stalled on a pristine shirt that was, unfortunately, just a little outside his budget.
"The price is ridiculous, I know," the voice behind the counter mumbled, followed by the faint sound of movement. "But it's an original from '81."
Eddie looked over his shoulder just enough to show he was listening before his attention drifted back to the shirt in his hands.
“Took my dad forever to get that one,” you added absentmindedly.
That finally dragged Eddie’s attention away from the shirt in his hands, his brows already furrowing before he’d even fully turned around.
His dark brown eyes finally landed on you behind the register, your chin propped against your palm while you drummed a pen absentmindedly to the song playing overhead.
You couldn’t have been more than twenty years old.
Which, considering the shirt in his hands was older than you were, probably explained the comment about your dad.
“Maiden fan?” he asked, eyes flickering between you and the shirt he still held.
You deadpanned, tilting your head slightly.
“2 AM.”
Eddie furrowed his eyebrows again. “What?”
“You were about to make me name an Iron Maiden song that isn’t Fear of the Dark or The Trooper,” you said flatly, like this was far from the first time you’d had this exact conversation. “So, 2 AM. From their 1995 album The X Factor.”
Eddie stilled, blinking at you a couple times like he genuinely hadn’t expected that answer to come out of your mouth.
“I, uh… wasn’t gonna ask that,” he mumbled, his brows still faintly furrowed. “But, 2 AM, seriously? That’s a depressive pull.”
You scoffed lightly, the corner of your mouth already twitching upward.
“Yeah, well. I like the depressive stuff.”
You still had your chin propped in your hand as your eyes drifted slowly over him, taking in the curls that had escaped his messy bun, and the way his ringed fingers twitched against the preserved cotton.
But the nervous blinking was what really got you, which felt somewhat ridiculous, considering he was, what? In his late thirties, early forties?
Cute.
Eddie recovered – just slightly – from being caught off guard by the blatant way you’d checked him out, enough to squint at you jokingly.
“Alright, smartass. What’s your favourite Dio album?”
You squinted back, pushing your tongue against the inside of your cheek.
“Dio the band, or the man himself?” you murmured, slowly pushing yourself off the counter to stand a little straighter. “‘Cause I got different answers depending on what you wanna know.”
“Hit me.” He raised his brows, giving a small nod.
Dragging your gaze down for a split second, you pretended to think about it.
“How about I tell you over a drink?”
Eddie scoffed softly in disbelief, shaking his head as he dragged his eyes away from you for a second before looking back.
“Are you even old enough to get a drink?”
“I asked you out,” you shot back, “not if you could buy me a bottle while I wait around the corner.”
He didn’t say anything right away; instead, he let his eyes linger for a moment longer, noticing the soft way the warm amber lights overhead spread across your face.
He also pretended the tips of his ears didn’t heat up at the fact that someone this young was so blatantly flirting with someone nearly twice her age.
“You flirt like a menace, y’know that?”
The corner of your mouth twitched before you smiled bashfully, some of your earlier confidence slipping for just a second before you pulled it back together.
“Just with people who have good taste in music.”
By the time the bartender slid your drinks onto the table, Eddie still wasn’t sure how a twenty-something-year-old had managed to talk him into this.
You crossed your legs beneath the table as you gently pushed his neat whiskey closer to him before curling your hand around your beer.
His eyes lingered briefly on your chipped black nail polish before traveling up to the heavy silver rings wrapped around your fingers, ultimately settling on your face.
The dim lighting made you look softer than you had back at the record shop, casting a different kind of glow across your eyes.
“You always ask strange men out after arguing about Iron Maiden?” he asked as he mirrored you, curling his hand around his own glass.
“Not really,” you smiled softly, noticeably shyer than you’d been up until now. “Don’t know how you made the cut.”
Eddie looked away for a moment, biting lightly at his lip as he nodded absentmindedly, a strange self-conscious feeling slowly settling in the pit of his stomach.
It had been… a while since someone had asked him out. Not to mention someone nearly half his age – which was definitely a first.
“Holy Diver’s the obvious answer,” you started slowly after taking a sip of your beer. “But Ritchie Blackmore’s Rainbow kinda ruined my life.”
A small, disbelieving smile found its way onto Eddie’s lips.
“If Rainbow counts,” you added quickly.
“Rainbow absolutely counts,” he chuckled, raising a brow as his gaze dropped briefly to your hand, catching the faint nicotine stain between two fingers. “Lemme guess – Catch the Rainbow.”
“Look at you,” you laughed softly before wetting your lips. “You already know me so well.”
Your eyes sparkled a little too brightly beneath the dim bar lights, soft shadows settling across your face.
And suddenly, Eddie didn’t feel quite so self-conscious anymore. Not with the way you were looking at him.
“You wanna smoke?”
“Can you lose one?” you asked hesitantly before scrunching your nose. “Just ran out, and I couldn’t exactly leave the store to buy more.”
“For you? Always.”
The intimate words slipped from his mouth before he could think them through; strangely enough, though, they didn’t feel weird on his tongue.
Eddie stood first, reaching for your class before you could while you slid out of the booth beside him.
The low hum of conversations and clinking glasses faded into the background as the two of you made your way through the crowded bar, shoulders brushing once when someone stumbled past with an overly loud laugh and an apology neither one of you really paid attention to.
The soft evening breeze hit Eddie’s face the second he pushed the door open with his foot, carrying the faint smell of city streets and beer spilled somewhere along the sidewalk outside.
Most of the patio tables sat empty at this hour despite the lingering warmth of the evening, leaving the two of you to settle at one tucked near the railing beneath the weak amber glow of an overhead streetlamp.
He slid your sweating glass of beer back towards you before reaching for the slightly crumpled pack of Camels in the front pocket of his jeans. He lifted a cigarette to his lips before he pulled out another one and held it out for you.
The lighter followed almost immediately – silver and worn, in the kind of way that made it obvious he’d had it for years.
Eddie flicked it open with easy precision, lighting it and tilting it closer to you.
You slid your glass to the side and placed your hands at the edge of the seat, fingers curling around the cool wood as you leaned forward just slightly with the cigarette already between your lips. The flame reflected warmly in your eyes while you looked up at him from under your lashes before he absentmindedly brought it to his own cigarette, quietly noticing the subtle arch in your posture as you leaned closer.
He took a long, slow drag and let the smoke curl in his lungs for a moment, while he took in the sight in front of him – the way your lips closed around the brown filter, your little habit of actually swallowing down the smoke before you blew it out, the way you still hadn’t looked away from him.
“You’re pretty,” he mumbled under his breath, almost like he wasn’t actually aware he was saying it out loud.
A shy smile crept across your face as you finally broke eye contact – but only for a split second.
“You flirt like an old man,” you chuckled.
“Yeah, well, Sweetheart,” Eddie scoffed jokingly. “That’s kinda what happens when you ask out someone who’s twice your age.”
“Didn’t say I didn’t like it.”
Just six little words were enough to make his stomach twist in a way he wasn’t used to anymore – especially with the knowing smile you gave him afterward.
He knew the smart thing would be to pull away. Change the subject. Steer the conversation towards something safer than this quiet little push and the pull the two of you had slipped into.
But instead, he stayed exactly where he was, fingers curled loosely around his cigarette as his gaze followed the slow lift of your beer to your lips.
A stray drop of beer escaped from the corner of your mouth, threatening to trail down your chin before Eddie reached over and caught it with his thumb before it had the chance.
The look he gave you as he dragged his tongue across his thumb was enough to make it painfully obvious he’d done it on purpose.
Eddie watched your throat move when you swallowed.
“You keep looking at me like that,” you mumbled quietly, “and I’m gonna start thinking you want something.”
His cigarette rested forgotten between his fingers as the corner of his mouth twitched upward.
“Sweetheart,” he said lowly, “I think we’re a little past that already.”
Your gaze dropped briefly to his mouth before flicking back up again, subtle enough that most people probably wouldn’t have caught it – but Eddie did.
The corner of his mouth twitched as he leaned back in his chair, cigarette balanced loosely between his fingers while he watched you through the thin curls of smoke.
“Careful,” he murmured, finally tapping ash from his cigarette while his eyes stayed fixed on you. “Keep lookin’ at me like that and I’m gonna forget how old you are.”
“Good.” You held the smoke in your lungs for a second before exhaling slowly, teeth catching your bottom lip out of habit more than anything else. “‘Cause I already forgot yours.”
Eddie’s hand barely softened the force of your back hitting the brick wall he’d pushed you against, the heavy rings on his fingers catching against your scalp as he buried his hand in your hair and pulled.
This close, it was impossible not to notice the scent of motor oil clinging to him beneath the minty cologne, and the cigarette smoke.
And fuck, that alone was enough to ruin you a little.
His other hand found your face, thumb pressing into your cheek while the rest of his fingers spread against the other as he tilted your head and deepened the kiss.
Eddie nudged your mouth open with his, brushing his tongue against your bottom lip first – almost hesitant, like some part of him still wasn’t fully sure he should be doing this. But then he kissed you harder, and his tongue slid against yours, warm and slick, and you could still taste the lingering bite of spicy citrus of his whiskey on him.
“Please tell me you live nearby,” he murmured against your lips when he finally pulled back just slightly.
“Above the shop,” you mumbled back, voice low and still a little drunk on his kiss.
Eddie still had a tight grip on your hair and jaw when he pulled away a little more, pupils blown wide, lips slick with your spit, and his greying curls even messier than they’d been all evening.
He could feel the warmth rising beneath his fingers when he tilted his head back slightly, biting at his lip while keeping his eyes locked on yours.
“Good,” he murmured.
He kept his grip on you for a few moments longer, in no real rush to move back towards the shop despite the heat slowly settling low in his stomach, eyes fixed on the breathless look spread across your face.
A quiet fuck slipped from beneath your breath, your thoughts short-circuiting around the tight grip he still had on you and the unbearably cocky look he was giving you.
“C’mon.” He scoffed softly under his breath before tilting his head towards the buzzing street. “Before I take you right here.”
Your pulse hammered beneath his fingertips as his hands grabbed at your hips instead, pulling you away from the wall and back into him for one more quick, messy kiss before he laced his fingers through yours and guided you out the alley he’d pulled you into earlier.
He only let go of your hand once – to shrug off his jacket and drape it over your shoulders when the cold evening wind picked up around the two of you.
Every now and then he’d tug you back against him just long enough to steal another kiss beneath the amber streetlights before continuing down the sidewalk like he hadn’t just completely short-circuited your brain again with his warm, plush lips and the comforting smell of leather and smoke clinging to his jacket.
“You always this clingy after two drinks?” you teased quietly.
Eddie only snorted under his breath before glancing down at you.
“You always this distracting?”
Feeling too flustered to come up with a proper reply, you only clicked your tongue softly before letting go of his hand to dig the cluttered keychain out of your bag once the shop came back into view.
“Please don’t mind the mess,” you mumbled under your breath while unlocking the door.
Eddie barely waited for the lock to click open before one of his hands found your hip again while the other slid around your throat, firmly tilting your head back so he could kiss you again.
While one of your hands curled loosely around the forearm resting on your throat, you weakly pushed the door open with the other as Eddie pressed his chest flush against your back and shuffled the two of you into the cramped entryway.
He nudged the door shut with his foot without pulling away from you – not when the pretty, muffled whimpers slipping from your mouth were making him even harder than he already was.
His rings pressed against your throat as he kept your head tilted back, kissing deep and messily from the awkward angle he held you at while his tongue slid insistently against yours. His bottom lip brushed sloppily against your upper one, teeth knocking together every now and then while a small drop of spit slipped from the corner of your mouth.
He finally pulled away – though reluctantly – when another soft, pathetic whimper slipped from your mouth into his.
“Take me upstairs, sweetheart.”
Eddie’s pupils blew wide as he took in the dumbfounded way you were staring up at him, lips swollen and slick with his spit.
He loosened his grip on you just enough to give your ass a quick smack when you kept staring up at him instead of moving.
“C’mon now,” he muttered, a cocky little grin tugging at the corner of his lips.
You licked your lips and swallowed hard before finally nodding absentmindedly, your gaze flicking towards the stairs.
Neither of you bothered to break the thick, expectant silence as you guided him upstairs.
Kicking off your shoes once you finally got upstairs, you flicked the lights on, revealing a living room that looked like it had been pulled straight out of the seventies.
Brown couch, walls covered in posters, plants crowding nearly every surface, a funky patterned rug tying it all together – not exactly what Eddie had expected from the girl in eyeliner and a vintage Metallica shirt.
Eddie glanced around the apartment before letting out a quiet laugh under his breath.
“Jesus,” he muttered. “This place looks like my childhood.”
That pulled a soft laugh from you.
“Yeah, well,” you chuckled under your breath, “I was raised on old records and questionable interior design.”
Your face warmed a little when he kicked off his boots and drifted towards the record collection in the corner, suddenly feeling weirdly nervous about what he might think of your music taste.
“Fuck, you might have a bigger collection that I do, sweetheart,” he said distractedly. “There’s some seriously good stuff in here.”
You chuckled again, softly under your breath, as you wandered towards the kitchen and pulling two glasses from the cupboard.
“Glad you approve of my music taste,” you teased while pushing through the beaded curtain separating the kitchen from the living room. “Choose your poison: whiskey or rum?”
Eddie looked over his shoulder, his attention finally dragged away from the records when the clinking beads announced your return from the kitchen – which, considering the rest of the apartment, of course only made the drinking cart in the corner of the living room feel more fitting.
The soft metallic raps of the pour against glass filled the room alongside the warm scent of toasted oak and brown sugar from the rum you were pouring yourself.
The bottle twitched slightly in your hand when Eddie suddenly stepped in behind you, one arm wrapping loosely around your waist while he pushed a strand of hair aside to press a kiss against your neck.
“Watcha havin’?” he murmured against your skin, warm breath fanning across your neck.
You swallowed hard, feeling yourself growing flustered all over again before tilting the bottle slightly so he could see the label.
His lips stayed glued to your neck, pressing slow, messy kisses against your skin while he hummed quietly between them.
“Wanna share?” he murmured, voice muffled by the fact he still refused to let go of you.
“If you keep kissing me like that,” you mumbled breathlessly after screwing the bottle shut and setting it back down, “we’re not gonna end up drinking anything.”
His greying curls tickled your skin when he chuckled against your neck.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
You looked over your shoulder, catching his mouth with yours and finally forcing him to abandon your neck long enough for you to turn properly towards him.
Your hand slid from his chest to the back of his neck before tangling into his curls and tugging hard enough to pull a rough sound from him.
You bit lightly at his bottom lip before kissing him again – messy and impatient this time – and Eddie immediately tightened his grip on your hips, pulling your body flush against his while his fingers pressed harder into your skin.
“Couch or bed?” you breathed against his lips before dragging slow kisses down the side of his neck.
A rough fuck slipped from Eddie’s mouth as he tipped his head back slightly, swallowing hard when you sucked at his skin.
“You attached to your couch?” he muttered, already steering the two of you towards it.
Finally pulling away from his mouth, you harshly pushed him back against the worn suede cushions before straddling his lap.
“I might after tonight,” you whispered teasingly as your hands slipped up around his neck, drawing him back into another messy kiss before he could even think of a reply.
You rolled your hips curiously against his, feeling the sharp twitch of his cock beneath the thick denim of his jeans before pulling away just enough to brush your lips back against his neck, catching the rapid pulse fluttering beneath his skin. Eddie’s hand tightened around your hip immediately, guiding your movements faster as he tipped his head enough to catch your earlobe between his teeth while his other hand slid down your back, under your skirt to your ass.
A rough groan slipped from him when you sucked harder against his neck – enough to leave something behind for him to remember you by later.
“Take it off,” he mumbled as he tugged impatiently at the jacket still hanging loosely from your shoulders, his movements hurried despite the softness in his voice.
You grabbed at the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head before catching his mouth again in another messy, wet kiss. He kissed you with fervour, tongue crashing wildly against yours while he kneaded the supple flesh, warm rings digging into your ass.
Eddie reached down and grabbed the hem of your shirt, breaking the kiss, and hurriedly peeling it up to reveal the lack of a bra on you.
He tilted his back just slightly as he groaned, sounding almost pained, at the view of your gradually hardening nipples. He threw your shirt somewhere behind you, and latched his lips against your throat. He left soft nibs and wet, messy kissed as he trailed down to catch one of your nipples in his mouth, while the hand he had on your hip slid up to pinch the other.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he rasped between licks as you arched further into his touch and buckled against his hard on. “Gonna make you feel so fucking good.”
Eddie curled his lips around your nipple once more, gently biting and pulling at it, and then smoothing the sting down with his tongue before he repeated the whole thing all over again.
Slowly, he trailed his hand lower, calloused fingertips grazing along the sensitive skin of your ribs and inner thighs until he reached the lacy edge of your panties. He hooked his fingers underneath, just to snap the fabric against your skin and steal another whimper from you. He bit your nipple one more time before pulling away, looking at you from under his lashes as he drag your panties down just enough to see the mess you’d made.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he praised huskily, ghosting his fingertips along your slit and circling your swollen clit, “all this for me?”
All you could really do was give him another pathetic whimper.
With a cocky grin, he pulled his fingers away and suddenly lifted you off him to throw you on the couch, scoffing softly at the way your breasts jiggled with the hard movement before biting his lips.
Eddie straddled you before you could react properly and pinned your wrists above your head with his ringed hand while he pulled at your lacy panties with the other.
“I’m going to absolutely ruin you,” he groaned as he ground against your pussy, not caring if it would ruin his jeans.
He finally let go of your wrists to push himself up straight and unbutton his jeans.
Your chest fell and rose erratically, eyes glued to his tattooed chest before they trailed down to his fingers pulling at the zipper. Eddie didn’t take off his jeans after that, too busy dipping his head back to your tits and trailing his tongue down from your nipple to the waist of your skirt.
“This stays on,” he groaned, looking up at you as he dipped lower and pushed your thighs apart with his hands.
“Y-you…” you trailed off breathlessly, gulping down when he licked his lips. “You don’t have to.”
“Oh, I absolutely do,” Eddie groaned back, eyes glued to your slick folds. “Can’t just ignore this pretty pussy, not when she’s begging for me.”
He lowered his head and circled your clit with the tip of tongue before sealing his lips around it, sucking greedily. His fingers dug harder into your skin as he buried his face deeper, lapping and probing your leaking slit. He pushed his tongue inside you, fucking you with it before pulling away to spit on your cunt. Eddie’s eyes flickered back to your face as he slipped one finger into your sloppy cunt, curling it to stroke along your slick walls. His lips, still shiny with you, fell open to groan when he felt you flutter around him, encouraging him to pump his finger a little faster.
“I– Fuck, Eddie.”
Gently adding another finger, he stretched you open before dipping his bead back to lap at your clit, swirling his tongue around it. Eddie thrusted his fingers faster, curling them to hit that special spot inside you to bring you closer to the edge. He relentlessly fingered your cunt open while lashing his tongue against your swollen nub, determined to wring every ounce of pleasure from your quivering body.
“You gonna come for me, sweetheart?” he moaned against you when he felt you clench around his fingers, sending vibrations down your clit. “C’mon, baby, you can do it. Give it to me.”
Eddie curled his fingers, thrusting them in and out of you, while he sucked greedily hard at you, sending electric shocks through your body. Your hips bucked against his face as he brought you closer to the brink. He flickered his eyes to yours, crooking his fingers even harder than before, finally pushing you over the edge with a few final hard sucks and thrusts of his fingers.
Your pretty groans and whimpers shattered into a high-pitched moan as you finally came on Eddie’s ringed fingers.
Eddie gave your clit one last greedy kiss, ignoring the overstimulated twitch of your thighs around his face, and pushed himself up to smash his lips onto yours. His chin and cheeks were glistening, and the taste of your slick was heavy on his tongue.
“Can’t believe you were gonna hold out on me,” he said when he broke away, and frowned down at you, dark silver curls framing his face. “Boys your age don’t ever eat you out? That why you tried to stop me?”
You breathed heavily as you blinked a few times to clear your vision from the black spots blocking his view.
Eddie brought his sticky fingers to your face, and tapped your cheeks firmly, his eyebrows still furrowed. “Answer me when I ask you a question.”
“I…” you trailed off, mind hazy from the orgasm he just gave you. “No, they don’t.”
Eddie tsked at that, his brows relaxing while the corners of his mouth pulled into a cocky grin.
“Good,” he murmured, eyes still glued on yours. “More for me.”
Capturing your lips again, he poured all his spent-up energy into the filthy embrace. His slick tongue brushed messily against yours, teeth clinking against teeth, until spit rolled from the corner of his mouth and down your chin. He broke away reluctantly and rested his sweat-dampened brow against yours.
Eddie wrapped his hands around your thighs and pulled you closer until the rough edges of his zipper rasped against your sensitive folds. He gave you a few desperate rolls of his hips before he loosened his grip on you and pulled himself off the couch.
He stood tall, right at the edge of the couch, and let his eyes travel down your body as he pushed down his jeans until they dropped around his ankles with a soft thud. He noticed the way your thighs twitched when he stepped out of it and pulled off his boxers to free his strained erection.
He looked beautiful – long, and thicker than you’d imagined, with a painfully swollen tip that already leaked with sticky beads of pre cum – with his brows furrowed as he wrapped his hand around himself, stroking his cock once, twice, eyes glued onto yours while he did so.
“How do you want me?”
“Raw,” you breathed out before forcing down a dry lump down your throat. “Please.”
Eddie’s cock twitched in his hand while he sank his knees back down onto the couch. He loosened his grip around himself and wrapped his hands around your thighs once more.
He lined the swollen tip against your leaking slit before he changed his mind, and slid his cock between your still sensitive, sticky folds instead – like he hadn’t entirely decided if you deserved to be fucked just yet.
“Careful, now,” he groaned, eyebrows furrowed again as he glued his eyes on the way you were staining his cock. “Might start thinkin’ you wanna be bred.”
Then, when he’d finally lost the rest of his restraint, he notched his leaking tip at your slit, and pushed in slowly – inch, by agonizing inch, until he was buried to the hilt.
His cock stretched you open, sharp and painfully in the best way possible.
“I– Fuck, Eddie,” you choked out, brows furrowed. “I-I don’t–”
“Yes, you can,” he scoffed, digging his fingers deeper into your thighs. “You’re already doin’ it, sweetheart.”
Eddie stilled, allowing the both of you a moment to process the overwhelming feeling. Slowly, he withdrew until just the tip remained nestled within your slick heat. Then, with torturous gentleness, he sank back in and savoured each slick inch as he claimed you completely.
The pathetic whimpers mingled with his grunts before he leaned over again and pressed open-mouthed kisses along the nape of your neck.
“See? You’re doing it,” he breathed out against your skin. “You take me so fucking well, baby.”
He let out a grow, scrunched eyebrows as he worked you open, faster and deeper with each thrust. You couldn’t help but clench around him, dizzy and stupid with the way his tip brushed against that one spot so perfectly.
You threw one of your arms around his neck while the other found a tight grip in his dark silver curls, pulling at his locks and digging your nails into his skin every time he slid his cock in and out of you.
“Oh, God–”
He only grabbed your thighs even harder, angling his head to suck harshly at your neck, desperate to mark you, to claim you as his while you whine pathetically beneath him. The pretty sounds that left your mouth made his head spin, and his cock twitched with the need to pound you into your couch.
Eddie snapped his hips into yours, desperately thrusting his cock in and out of you as he pulled embarrassing squelching sounds out of your pussy, along with your broken moans and the hard slaps of his heavy balls hitting your ass.
“P-please,” you whimpered.
“Please, what, sweetheart?” He bit at your earlobe. “Am I not giving you enough, is that it?”
He pushed your thighs up until your knees touched your breasts, leaving you splayed wide and exposed, trembling in his hold.
“Look at you,” he groaned appreciatively as he drank in the sight of his cock disappearing in your slick folds with each hard thrust he gave you. “Is this what you wanted, hm?”
You moaned louder with each sharp brush of his curly bush against your sensitive clit.
Eddie was fucking experienced, and it showed by the way he knew exactly how to pound into you and roll his hips while rearranging your guts.
“C’mon, pretty girl,” he groaned low in your ear, “wanna have you squeezing around me as you come, can you do that f’me?”
He loosened one of his hands around your thighs and brought up his ringed thumb to your bottom lip. The heavy silver bit into your chin while he forced his thumb into your mouth.
“Suck.”
Your eyebrows scrunched at his request, drunk on his words, while you followed his demand. Your tongue staining his digit with filthy strokes, before he yanked his thumb away again.
Eddie’s thumb easily found your already abused clit – and fuck, the combination of his cock dragging against your slick walls, the tight circles he drew against your clit, and the dumbfounded look he gave you were more than enough to make you clench hard around his cock.
“That’s it, baby,” he chuckled cockily. “Fucking come for me.”
That was all the encouragement you needed; your vision blackened once again while he fucked you through it, heavy thumb still working your clit even when you twitched hard with overstimulation.
You pulled hard at his hair, and treated him as an anchor as you arched your back despite the position he still had you in. Your walls fluttered, and his name you moaned out broke as you came again.
“Ed-Eddie fuckfuckfuck.”
He pressed his forehead against yours while he continuously pushed into you, seeking his own release.
“Atta girl,” he groaned loudly as he rutted deep, his body sweaty, and lips swollen from leaving pretty marks on your neck. “Where do you want me?”
“Inside. Please, Eddie.”
All he needed were those three little words – pretty, panting whispers that made him rut into you until his thrusts went erratic.
Until he gave you one last, desperate thrust, his heavy balls hitting your ass as he groaned out your name and filled you with white, warm sticky ropes. He dropped his head forwards, and bit into your neck as he rode out the last of his orgasm.
Eddie let out a breathy chuckle, his nose brushing against your skin before he finally pulled away from you. He dragged a hand through his hair, pushing the dark silver strands away from his face while he tried – and failed – to catch his breath.
“You’re fucking unbelievable,” he breathed out, licking at his lips while his mouth hung open, chest still rising unevenly.
Then he stepped back just enough for his knees to crack softly as he lowered himself onto the floor between your legs, pulling you closer to the edge of the couch until your legs dangled over his shoulders.
“W-what are you–” you breathed out, low and pathetic, while your eyes did their best to stay open.
Eddie wrapped his hands around your thighs again, holding you there while he trailed soft kisses along your skin. His rings dug deeper into you when you tried to pull away from his lips when he got too close to your overstimulated, leaking cunt.
“I-I can’t, Eddie–” you whimpered pathetically, doing your best to pull your hips away from him, but to no avail. “It’s t-too m-much.”
“Yes, you can, baby.” Your pussy twitched when he chuckled tiredly, his warm breath spreading over you just before he gave you a lingering kiss on your clit. “Just one more. You don’t wanna disappoint me, do you?”
This time, he was gentle with it – he left soft pecks on your swollen nub, slowly trailing down until his tongue lapped at your leaking slit. Eddie leaned softly into your cunt, nose bumping against your clit while he licked you clean from his cum.
You tiredly reached for his head, weakly trying to push his forehead away when overstimulated tears started rolling down.
“Ed-Eddie,” you chocked out a sob, hips twitching against his greedy face. “P-please, I can’t–”
“Shhh,” he whispered against your heat, fingers digging hard into your thighs as he pulled you even closer to his face. “Be good for me, baby.”
Your chest rose up and down erratically as you tried to catch your breath, choking on pathetic whimpers and sobs, while Eddie continued his gentle abuse on your pussy. His tongue was warm and slick against your wet, sticky folds, lapping gently at your slit as he collected everything he gave you.
The tight grip he had on your thighs didn’t stop you from twitching uncontrollably as you clenched around his tongue and came one last time. His name died on the tip of your tongue as he kept lapping at your slit for a few more times, before gently lowering your legs off his shoulders. Eddie then climbed back on you and pulled your legs up his hips.
One of his hands let go of your calf and grabbed at your face instead, pulling your cheeks together until your mouth hang open for him. The corner of his mouth pulled into a smirk right before he opened his lips and spat his cum on your tongue.
You looked absolutely pathetic – eyebrows furrowed and slightly raised, and teary eyes looking tiredly up at him while he still had a tight grip on your cheeks. Goosebumps spread over your body when he leaned down and caught a milky, rolling drop of cum from your chin and gave it back to you when he smashed his lips back onto yours. A desperate uhmpf! slipped from the back of your throat when his cum-tainted tongue brushed against yours in urgent strokes as he let you taste the mixture of both of you.
Eddie’s cock never had a chance to soften – not when your messy cunt tasted so good with his milky release and your tears wet the fingers still digging deep into your cheeks. He twitched against you, swallowing your broken whimpers while he moved his swollen lips against yours.
“I–”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he whispered against your lips, licking at your bottom lip before he gave you another peck. “I’ll let you rest for now.”
Eddie pulled away just enough to look at you – really look at you – and grinned knowingly.
“Unless you got something better going on tonight?”
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