Alice through the looking glass

Long-time lurker, first-time scribbler, old enough to know better. Mildly obsessed with metalhead emperors with a talent for flaming on. She/her, minors DNI

[perfidious04]

Last time, Munson.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: an ongoing cycle that you and Eddie have to break out of, eating at both of you alive. When jealousy and hurt crash, who is there to pick up the pieces?

Warnings: cussing, slightly toxic behaviors, smoking, hurt/comfort, angst, happy ending.

Word Count: 10.8k

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"Eddie, stop", you laughed as he grabbed at your side, water slightly slapping against your lips, small waves rippling from his movements, the moon spilling silver light over lovers' lake.

“Stop? You’re laughing, sweetheart. That’s not stopping,” Eddie teased, curls plastered to his forehead, grin wide and mischievous. A glint of light reaching his eyes.

''Oh, you love me sweetheart'' he said, wrapping his arms around your torso and pulling you close. Your legs automatically wrap around his waist, your arms snaking over his shoulders, his hair a mess of wet curls.

“You’re ridiculous,” you muttered, though your lips found his anyway. Eddie groaned into the kiss, pulling you impossibly close, as if he could fuse you together.

Your hands are threading through his hair, and Eddie’s sliding lower on your waist. Both of you tangled in each other’s arms, intoxicating one another with the chaos that made you you.

Eddie pulled away first, his forehead leaning onto yours.

“We should skinny dip next time,” he grinned, eyes sparkling like it was the best idea he’d ever had.

You snorted, smacking his shoulder lightly, sending water splashing across his face. “You’re such a perv, Munson.”

He laughed, shaking his head, water dripping from his curls. “Perv? Please. I didn’t know it was a crime to want to be close to my royal highness.” He bowed his head dramatically, voice dripping with mock theatrics.

“Being nude in Lovers Lake at midnight would definitely make the town happy,” you shot back, a smile spreading onto your lips. “I bet the sheriff would love catching us out past curfew.”

Eddie’s grin widened, eyes glinting. “Then let him. I’ll tell him it was all my fault. Freak’s honor.”

The kiss that followed was rough and soft all at once. Yet the grin spread across Eddie's face, unmistakably bringing out a smile of your own.

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The strong smell of sweat over the weak, cheap cologne that hung on to the players. Eddie Munson hung around the entrance of the gym, back flushed against the door he saw you sitting on the bleachers while the game went on. His gaze locked on you, unrelenting, holding you in a trance. You tried not to show the way your insides were putty and how you secretly adored being under his gaze.

You hated how you knew that Eddie strived to be seen by you. The way he would worship you behind closed doors, how you loved every moment with him, no matter how secret it had to be. the glances, the glares, the smirks, the eye rolls. All part of a constructed game of pride, both of you clawing and fighting to stay on top.

Eddie hated the “social hierarchy” of Hawkins High. He hated how you played into it, hated how you sought approval even when you swore you didn’t.

You hated Eddie’s rebellion against it. You knew if he ever tried to fit in, he’d lose what made him Eddie. You would have never gone for Eddie or paid him mind if he played into this stupid game. But you also hated how exhausting it was to defend him, snarling at Jason, telling his friends to back off, watching fights break out, which always led to him losing and being left black and blue. You hated how reckless he was, how little he seemed to care about himself. Whether it was his grades, or risking it all to sell, or even risking it all to not let one of Jason's friends one up him. You knew Eddie went out of his way to take the beatings for his friends, and it all caused more stress on you.

You loved him, Eddie just seemed to be a magnet for trouble. The trouble coming from his simple existence and his lack of self-care.

And then there was Chrissy. Sweet, soft Chrissy Cunningham. She defended him gently, where as you defended him with all guns on the table. She was everything you weren’t: gentle, forgiving, kind. At least when it came to Eddie, the contrast between you two became apparent.

She would defend him so softly in front of everyone, while you were biting at his defense. Chrissy was what you can call the embodiment of gentleness.

Your jaw clenched at the thought. You hadn’t noticed you were still holding Eddie’s gaze until Brianna tugged your arm. Chrissy whispered something about needing to leave mid-game. You frowned. Why would Chrissy leave now?

You looked back just in time to see Eddie push off the door, opening it wide for her. Chrissy shot him a soft smile, and Eddie threw one back. Your stomach twisted, jealousy burning hot. Eddie’s grin dropped slightly when he caught the scowl on your face. You trusted Munson, you really did, but after he and Chrissy struck a deal, they seemed to be getting closer and closer.

You were going to murder Munson.

Or at least you would if you didn't love the stupid freak.

He knew what he was doing. He could sense it. You never spoke of your jealousy, but Eddie wasn’t stupid. He loved rattling you, loved seeing how far you’d bend before snapping. He wanted you to come forward and, for once, see a crack in your composure, not directed at his lack of self-care but at your actual emotions and feelings. He wanted to know if you felt as deeply as he did when he couldn't have you in front of everyone, while the people he hated most stayed around you at all times.

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You walked out of the gym, the parking lot of Hawkins high long empty now. Outside, the night breeze bit at your legs and arms. The gym bag you held helped to no avail bite off the cold. You scanned the cars, hoping to see the run-down van. The broken rattly van that Eddie refused to get rid of.

A small smile formed as you thought back to the door that he would fight to open on the passenger side, where you would normally occupy. Always a gentleman.

Yet the van was nowhere in sight, and you bit your lip, frustration settling in your gut. You let out a breath and started your way up the road. Walking home, it was.

The walk was quiet, your Walkman forgotten on your bed, the forest pathway stretching endlessly into the night. The woods pressed in around you, shadows heavy, an eerie chill settling in your gut. Each step felt louder than it should, nerves crawling over your skin.

.You heard the sudden rumble of an engine, tearing down the road like a madman. your pulse jummped,excitment rising depite yourself, eddie loved speeding in his stupid van.

The car slowed. You turned, a smile fighting its way onto your face, one you refused to let Munson see. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing how much joy and relief it brought you, even with jealousy gnawing at your chest.

But as your eyes caught the headlights, the smile faltered, joy draining instantly. It wasn’t Eddie.

It wasn't eddies crazed van, it was Billy Hargroves stupid Camero. Your stomach dropped at the realization. you'd heard about Billy Hargrove from a multitude of people, some good, some bad. You had heard about his temper, his love for drinking and his constant smoking. Locker room whispers about how he was good in bed, girls giggling over his tight jeans.

The thought made your jaw tighten. You turned back around, refusing to linger, and continued walking.

“Where you going this late?” his voice called from the car.

The Camaro caught up with you, continuing forward, matching your pace.

“Do you need a ride or something? It’s a pretty far walk.” Your pace continued constant.

“Hey, I’m talking to you,” his voice turned stern.

You swallowed. “It’s okay, I promise. I’m just heading home.”

He smiled, looking you up and down. “And where’s home?” You bit your lip, refusing to respond.

“Come on, I’m feeling extra generous tonight. I promise I don’t bite.”

He moved the car so that it blocked the road ahead. “Get in, sweetheart. I’m not leaving.”

“I promise, I don’t bite. Now get in.”

Billy didn’t seem his usual self, his tone softer than expected, a cigarette hanging from his lips. You noticed a faint bruise on the side of his face.

“I don’t know you,” you said flatly.

“Well, I don’t know you either, sweetheart. Yet here I am, helping. It’s cold outside, and I know that skirt isn’t doing anything to cover you. Get in. I’m not asking again.”

With that, you climbed into the car. Billy sped off, laughing, your fingernails curling into your palms at the speed. You could feel the crescent moons forming on your palms. Eddie never drove this badly, not when you were in the van with him.

“So, what’s got your panties in a twist?” he asked, cigarette balanced between his lips.

“Nothing,” you muttered.

“You always this uptight and bitchy?” he pressed, smoke exhaling from his lungs.

You noticed him pull into a barely lit gas station, a small panic rising in your chest. “Billy, I don’t-”

“Relax, I just need to buy more cigarettes,” he muttered, stepping out and slightly slamming the car door.

You sighed, sitting uncomfortably in the passenger seat, the back of your foot aching where your cheer shoes had begun to bruise from the long walk. You stared out the window, jealousy and frustration settling heavy in your chest. Suddenly, every inch of clothing felt unbearable, the socks creasing against your skin, the fabric of your shirt clinging wrong. You hated it all. And you hated Eddie for not picking you up, even though you’d secretly hoped he would.

He wasn't obligated to, but you hoped.

Then, headlights cut through the dim lot. A van pulled into the rundown gas station. Your breath caught as you recognized it instantly, Eddie’s rattling van.

Wild curls spilled out as he climbed from the driver’s side, laughing in his stupid, shameless way. He made his way theatrically to the passenger side, performing an exaggerated bow. From it, Chrissy Cunningham stepped out, a shy smile on her face.

Your jaw clenched so hard it hurt. The universe had to be fucking with you.

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eddie had seen the way you stred across the court, a small guilt settling into his stomahc. the truth was, eddie loved you, almost violently obssed with you. he would bend at your will wheneber you wanted, no matter how hard he tried to play it off.

His thoughts snapped out of it when Chrissy Cunningham made her wayover. a faint smile grzed his features, but his eyes immediately flicked back to you. he caught the scowl, the clench of your jaw, and sent you a tight lipped smile before leaving.

He was going to hear about it. Not directly, but in the little ways you always let him know, the microaggressions, the sharp snaps, the cold remarks. Maybe you’d tell him you didn’t care, maybe you’d push him away, but he knew how it would end. He’d kiss you, listen until the anger drained, and you’d both fall back.

Eddie knew you hated this arrangement. Both of you were hard headed, but never enough to truly hate each other, never enough to stay apart. It was always the same: too prideful to let your walls down, too intoxicated with each other to let go.

god he knew what awaited him. he hated how you wouldn't leave the hierarchy that despised him, but Eddie wasn't stupid. He understood why you stayed, he knew how your parents would react, how hard you worked to accomplish your dreams, and how every ounce of effort was poured into making something of yourself.

Eddie also knew you hated the way he wasted his potential, his lack of care for himself. Every fight, every snarl, every shove, every pull, it was all part of the vicious cycle. You both promised to let go, but always ended up back together, whether wrapped in each other’s arms or tangled between the sheets.

He knew he was yours. Always yours. No doubt in his mind. But Eddie couldn’t say the same about you. He knew you wanted him, yearned for him, burned for him, but he couldn’t see why. He couldn’t understand why someone like you would choose someone like him.

Eddie knew he loved you. He knew you did everything to keep him safe. Yet in his own way, he loved his self-sabotage. He believed you were too good, too far above him, and that it was only a matter of time before you ended up with someone above his level.

In a way, Eddie thought you were trying to force him into the perfect person you wanted. But deep down, he knew you cared about him, and only pushed him for his benefit, not yours. It wasn’t selfish, it wasn’t about appearances. Still, Eddie sometimes didn’t want to be better. He felt he couldn’t amount to it, couldn’t fit the idea of “better” that you longed for.

Eddie pulled himself out of his head as he walked with Chrissy toward his van, his flamboyant persona slipping back into place.

“So, what shall your poison be today?” he grinned, opening the door and practically jumping into the driver’s seat, his lunchbox sliding from the back.

“We’ve got all these options… or are we seeking our evil grass?”

Chrissy chuckled lightly. “I think I’ll stick to the soft stuff, Eds.”

Eddie sighed dramatically, throwing his head back. “Fine. No adventures of Ms. Cunningham tonight.”

Time slipped away without Eddie noticing. He had driven Chrissy out for a smoke, and she talked about Jason, all about how crappy he was.

“Y/N has been in a bit of a mood lately with all the picking, though,” Chrissy said casually. Eddie’s attention sparked.

“What could have possibly wounded the queen bee?” Eddie asked in his theatrics, taking a drag from his cigarette, smoke curling around his smirk.

“I think it’s a boy… or Jason bugging her. She’s been snapping at the guys a lot, especially over fights or beating on people. I think she might secretly like you.”

She said it so casually that Eddie froze, lips pursed, waiting for her to continue.

“I mean, she gives me hard stares when I do it. I try not to notice, though. Jason got into an argument about how he had to have a short dick and makes up for it by being an ass to people, especially you. She sticks up for you a lot. I don’t think anyone’s noticed but me.”

“I tried talking to her the other day, and she snapped at me.”

“Sounds like her highness herself,” Eddie muttered, masking the flicker of hope with sarcasm.

Chrissy chuckled softly, shaking her head. She liked talking to Eddie; he was a breath of fresh air. He was free.

It became dark before they knew it. Eddie panicked at the realization.

“Shit. What time does your game thing end?”

Chrissy looked down at the delicate watch on her wrist. “It ended maybe half an hour ago.”

Eddie winced, silently cursing himself.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.”

Chrissy, ever sweet, noticed. “Everything okay, Eds?”

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry... we need to pass by the school really quick, okay?”

Chrissy gave him an odd look but only nodded, smiling faintly. Eddie sped into the school parking lot, seeing everyone gone.

“Shit.”

Chrissy shot him a worried glance, biting her lip softly. Maybe something had gone wrong.

Eddie looked down at the steering wheel and noticed the almost empty line on the gas gauge.

“Shit,” he muttered. He needed to make the most of this, maybe buy you your favourite snack, some chocolate, and head to your house after dropping Chrissy off.

“Our next stop shall be the sacred shop of mystical treats and gas,” he announced theatrically. “If that’s okay?”

Chrissy laughed. “Okay, Eds.”

Chrissy smiled. Eddie had to fix this.

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Their laughter up to the entrance of the store rang through your ears. God, this was torture. Where the hell was Hargrove?

As Eddie opened the door, he came face to face with Billy. Eddie, ever the performer, stepped aside with a mock bow, his theatrics dripping from every gesture. His eyes, however, followed Billy closely.

Billy tossed his stuff carelessly into the back seat and drove away like a madman. Eddie’s brows furrowed, unease twisting in his gut. For a split second, he thought he saw you in the passenger seat. His stomach tightened, breath catching, but he wasn’t sure.

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“So, where is this house you were so eager for?” Billy asked, voice sharp.

“I need a break.” You dug through your bag on the floor, pulling out a joint Eddie had given you earlier, for when you felt extra bold and adventurous.

“Hey- not smoking that shit in my car.”

You looked at him. “Then pull over. I’m getting off.”

“Or,” he smirked, “you can wait and share. We’ll hit a little spot, hang out, and you can tell me what’s got your knickers in a twist.”

“No. I think I’m getting off.” The car sped up.

“Billy, I’m serious. This is kidnapping. Stop being an ass and let me out.”

The arguing was useless. He snapped back, and you snapped at him, the tension dangerous. Your eyes caught the road a few blocks from your house, far from any homes, perfect for disappearing.

“Get out.” He killed the engine.

He lit the blunt in your hand, and you took a drag. Billy leaned against his Camaro.

“So, what’s got the royal bitch in a mood?”

“Back off, Hargrove. Not right now, okay?”

“No. I want to know.”

“It’s nothing. Drop it.”

“Come on, it’s the least you could do for the ride."

" I’m sharing my weed," you snapped.

" Just talk, Jesus.”

You sighed, smoke leaving your lungs. Maybe it was the high, maybe desperation, but you told Billy everything. The on-and-off, the sex, the kissing, the “I love yous,” the fights, the pushing, the pulling, all of it.

“Really? Munson?” He took a drag, holding the smoke in his lungs.

“Don’t you shove him and shit? All that petty crap you girls do when you’re trying to be a pain?”

“He talks shit, too, okay? He yells it to the world, calls me names in front of everyone. It’s mutual, Hargrove, not one-sided.”

“So you guys just fuck it out? Is it like foreplay for you?”

You grimaced but couldn’t help laughing.

“No. I actually care about him. Sadly. Like, really care. We always promise it’s the last time, but we go back to each other. Some deranged cycle. He’s with Cunningham right now, though.” Your nose scrunched at the thought.

Billy passed the blunt.

“Well, I’m pretty sure Munson saw you in my car, if that helps.”

You sighed. It didn’t help. You knew Eddie and his antics; you could already feel the fight brewing.

“You better not tell anyone we fuck, Hargrove. I mean it.”

“You’re too caught up in the freak to even let me kiss you. Don’t flatter yourself. You’re a cunt. A vicious bitch at that.”

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Eddie waited. It had been nearly an hour since he dropped Chrissy off. He parked his van a block down and climbed through your window, snacks and apologies ready. He sat on your bed, looking around the room. He rehearsed his apology anxiety spiking within him.

Worry started gnawing at him. Were you walking? Was it really you with Hargrove? His thoughts spiraled, impatience and agitation creeping in. He hadn’t meant for him and Chrissy to be out long, it was just supposed to be unwinding and a sale.

It had only been a week or two since you both had called it quits again, but you’d already kissed and made out in his van a week ago, fixing things in your own messy way.

Anxiety prickled at his spine. The jabbing roar of an engine cut through the silence. Eddie peeked out the window and froze, you were stepping out of Billy Hargrove’s Camaro.

His jaw locked, tongue running over his teeth, insecurity spiking hard. He saw you flip Billy off as the car sped away, saw the sigh leave your chest as you made your way in, gym bag slung at your side.

The anger, the anxiety, the guilt, the apology, all of it bubbled inside him. He could feel how it would snap, how it would turn ugly if he didn’t get control.

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The house was dark, your feet ached, everything felt heavy and lighter all at once. Your chest sank, shoulders rounding under exhaustion, the thought of Eddie not showing up pressing harder than the walk itself.

You made your way up the stairs.

Your door was closed, but when you stepped inside, a figure sat waiting. A startled sound almost escaped your chest, until you saw the wild curls.

He was on your bed, the lamp flickering on. Eddie stared at you long and hard.

He took in your appearance, the tired eyes, the bitter look, the faint scent of marijuana clinging to you. His scowl deepened. You sighed when you saw him.

You sat on the bed, pulling off your shoes, blisters forming at the back. Eddie’s eyes softened at the sight, but you refused to break the silence.

“So… Hargrove now?” His voice was bitter, accusatory.

“Don’t start, Eddie. I’m not in the mood.” You peeled off your socks.

“I was over here rehearsing apologies for my screw-up, but there you were with Hargrove.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t leave to be with my dream girl, the princess of Hawkins- did I, Eddie?” You let out a humorless chuckle.

“Yeah, that’s rich. Switch it up on me.”

He shook his head, dragging a hand down his face.

“Eddie, you left with Cunningham. You left me stranded knowing my parents weren’t home. You do understand how far my house is from school, right?”

“I didn’t mean for that, okay? I went to get your favorite snacks, spent the whole time thinking of how to make it up to you.”

“Okay, Eddie.” Your eyes felt tired, your heart heavy.

“Okay? That’s it?” His hands moved as he spoke, frustration spilling. He stood, pacing.

“Fine. Did you get in her pants, since you apparently want me to know every detail about you and Cunningham?” you snapped.

“Real rich coming from you. You were with Hargrove.”

“Eddie, I didn’t do it on purpose. If you weren’t so busy snuggling up to Chrissy, maybe I would’ve gotten home to be with you like I planned. But no, no, you insist on shoving things in my face.”

“I’m not sleeping with Chrissy. I don’t even like her that way.”

“Okay, Eddie.”

“Okay? Really, okay again?”

“What do you want me to say? That I’m jealous, that I’m hurt, that I just want us to be okay without arguing?”

“What do you want me to say, Eddie? I defend you, I fight for you, and you’re over here taking and taking. I don’t know what you want me to do.”

Eddie stared. “I want us to be together. But every time we’re okay, you always find something better in some way. In school, in clubs, in people”

“Eddie, I love you. And if you can’t see that, you’ve got bigger issues.”

“You don’t want to date, don’t switch it up on me.”

“Eddie, I would date you in a heartbeat. You just hate yourself too much to realize when people care about you.”

“Oh, okay. Real rich coming from you, talking about self-hatred. You hang out with people you hate just to make yourself feel better.”

“I’m trying to move forward, Eddie. That’s not fair. Just because you refuse to grow, refuse to do something for yourself that doesn’t involve sabotaging everything, doesn’t mean you should hold me to your standard.” Your voice wavered, tears threatening to drop from your eyes.

it had turned to screaming, voices colliding, accusations flying across the room. Back and fourth, a game both played too well.

It always found its way, the cycle, the chaos, the venom wrapped in love. Because both of you loved each other, that much you knew.

And maybe, just maybe, loving each other wasn’t always enough.

Because love isn’t always enough.

“Eddie…” He kept going on about how he didn’t mean to, how it all blew up for no reason.

“Eddie.” Your voice was quiet.

He sighed, frustrated, but his features softened when he saw the fight leaving your face.

“Can we just not right now? I wanted to spend today with you. I’m not ashamed of you the way you think I am. I don’t want you to change, I just want you to care about yourself. And whether you want Chrissy or me, I can’t decide that for you. But I’m tired, Eddie. I’m sad, and I’m hurt.”

You swallowed as tears fell, your lip quivering, emotions breaking through against your will.

“Please leave. I really can’t right now. I want to shower and sleep. My feet are blistering, and I just want my bed.”

Eddie saw how tired you were, guilt crawling up his gut. His instincts screamed at him to hug you, to comfort you in every way he could. He wished he could cure it all with kisses and stupid words that once made you smile. He wanted to make it better, to see that grin you gave when he said something ridiculous.

Eddie wanted to hold you close, kiss the crown of your head, and promise you’d get through this together, because you always did. He knew you more intimately than he knew himself sometimes, and you knew him better than anyone else. It felt like he was losing you with every passing second.

He realized now what you felt was exhaustion. His jealousy had flared at the worst time. He knew you didn’t want Hargrove, the only reason you were with him was because Eddie wasn't there, not because you wanted to shove it in his face. He realized it wasn't a petty fight.

Eddie’s stomach twisted. He just wanted it to be better. He wanted you to feel better. His own eyes began to water.

“Sweetheart, I’m-” He stepped toward you, but you stepped away, shaking your head as tears fell.

“Go home. Please.” Your voice sounded broken. Eddie knew this wasn’t just about the ride or Chrissy. He knew it was one too many screw-ups, piling up until you couldn’t carry them anymore. He knew you tried. He knew you’d be with him in a heartbeat if only he could see what you saw.

Eddie swallowed, nodding. “I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll drive by… or call.”

You didn’t answer, only sniffled, standing in the middle of the room. Eddie left, shutting the door behind him.

Walking down the stairs felt heavy. With each step, he realized more, his wrongs, your wrongs. The issue always being that he cared too little, and you cared too much for him.

He was going to fix it. No one could take your place. and the thought of even trying or being with anyone else hurt.

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It had been two months. Graduation loomed just a month away.

You’d seen Eddie around school. He looked tired. Sometimes he waved, sometimes he just stared while talking with his friends. You’d drift your eyes away… or hold his gaze for a few beats longer than usual.

He hadn’t called the next day.

Eddie thought the whole drive home after the fight, replaying it until his head spun. He collapsed into bed without even taking his clothes off. He was left with his thoughts, the image of you with someone else ate at him. He told himself maybe you’d both run your course. And that it was for the better.

But then, he wanted to change his mind. Because it didn’t feel right. He wanted to see you smile, he wanted to see it even if it meant leaving. He decided you deserved happiness, maybe for good this time. You deserved that, and so much more.

You tried to talk to him once, and only once, in that stretch of silence. It was during one of his campaigns, his friends crowded around the table. After practice, you stepped inside the auditorium. Eddie saw you and winced. He stood awkwardly and said maybe you two shouldn’t drag it out any longer, that, despite the wonderful moments, it wasn’t worth hurting you.

And that’s how it ended.

You grew quieter around Jason and his friends. The cheer team no longer felt like comfort or cover. Eddie had been right, you hung around people you hated just to build yourself up.

You occasionally talked to Hargrove. Not friends, not really, but you both understood you could say things to each other. You still thought of him as a shitty person, but knew there was softness buried deep. He thought of you as a stuck‑up bitch with a hard exterior and soft insides.

Chrissy noticed. She was ever so observant. She saw the shift in you during practices, the unhappiness you carried. She saw Eddie, sad and distracted, and it drove her mad, not understanding what was apparently hurting you both so deeply.

One day at lunch, she made her way toward Eddie. Everyone stared. Jason sneered, commenting on what she was doing, going to the freak, had she lost it? He stood, ready to beat Eddie down.

Chrissy snapped. Her voice rang out, sharp and trembling, cutting through the cafeteria noise.

“Jason, stop! You’re being an asshole.”

Everyone stared. Jason froze, stunned that Chrissy Cunningham, quiet, sweet Chrissy, had raised her voice.

She swallowed hard, her shy nature fighting against the fire in her chest.

“He’s smart, he’s kind, and he’s my friend. You don’t get to treat him like garbage just because you think you can.”

The cafeteria went silent. Jason sneered, but Chrissy stood her ground, cheeks flushed, hands trembling.

Eddie looked startled, almost disbelieving, as Chrissy turned toward him. Her voice softened, but her eyes stayed steady.

“Can we talk?” she asked.

Everyone stared. She swallowed, her shy nature fighting against the fire in her chest. Eddie looked startled. Chrissy turned to him and asked if they could talk.

You didn’t know what was happening. You only saw them walk out of the cafeteria. The bitter thought settled in your mind, maybe that was why it ended.

You looked back at your food, ignoring the gossip swirling around the table.

“So what’s gotten into you, Eddie?” Chrissy asked, worry lacing her voice.

“What do you mean?” Eddie muttered.

“Everything’s changed. I’ve noticed you staring at Y/N. She’s been all over the place lately. No one notices but me. Well… everyone notices her. She drifts, she snaps at people when she isn’t with Hargrove.”

Eddie felt guilt. He knew he’d been the cause.

“I just… I messed up.”

And then it all came out. Eddie told her about you, how you’d been seeing each other for a year, how it started with late‑night talks, the walks, the kissing, the dates, the hangouts. How he let you into every crevice of his life, and how you let him into yours.

Chrissy listened, quiet but steady.

“You’re passing your classes. You’re graduating this year. You’re getting a job. I can help you.”

Eddie looked at her, confused.

“She wants you to care about yourself the way she cares about you. So do it. Then talk to her. Try to get her back. Because clearly both of you are suffering, and it’s killing you both.”

With that, Eddie decided he would get you back. He just needed to better himself first. That’s what the two months of silence had been for. And that’s what the month leading into graduation would be about.

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The camera flashed, the light bothering your eyes, a smile painted on your face. Your mother insisted on more pictures despite the hundreds she had taken already.

“Mom, we still have the rest of the day,” you laughed softly.

“You just grew up so fast. Now stand over there for another picture.”

The day blurred after that. You sat in the field, classmates laughing or crying as the speeches continued. You smiled. Everything felt so bittersweet.

You looked to the stands, saw your mom cheering and waving, a smile tugging at your features. Your eyes moving against the crowd. A few rows down, you spotted Wayne. Your brain halted for a moment.

Your brows furrowed as names were called left and right, until one made your heart leap.

“Edward Munson.”

Your head snapped toward the stands. There he was, Eddie Munson, wild curls tucked under his cap, gown draped awkwardly, grinning in all his glory. Your smile widened despite everything. He looked around the crowd until his eyes found yours. His grin stretched further as he lifted his diploma high.

Wayne’s cheering rang out as Eddie turned, showing it off proudly.

Finally, your name was called. Your pulse picked up as you walked across the stage. You saw your family, your mom, and then the crowd. Billy Hargrove clapped but rolled his eyes teasingly. And then there was Eddie, cheering louder than anyone, the biggest grin on his face. Your heart skipped a beat. This was it, this closed high school forever.

Tear‑eyed goodbyes on the field, families meeting graduates. Your mom stayed behind, giving you time with your friends, if only she knew.

“So, graduate,” Hargrove strolled over.

“Yeah, who knew you’d manage? I thought you were too busy showing off your ass to the school,” you teased.

“One of my many talents,” he rolled his eyes.

He gave you a quick hug. “Congratulations.” His gaze lingered.

“What?” you asked, brows furrowed.

“I think someone wants to congratulate you.” With that, Billy walked away toward a red‑haired girl.

You stood confused. You didn’t think anyone cared enough to come up to you.

“All these tears, as if we don’t live in the same town and have a whole summer ahead,” Eddie’s voice came casually from beside you, though his fingers fiddled with his rings.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, nothing more emotional than not seeing each other in school but running into each other at the mall. Truly heinous way to go.”

You turned to him, smiling. “You made it. I knew you could.” Your eyes glossed, you were proud of him, truly proud. Maybe you had never been so proud of someone before as in this moment.

“I did it,” he said softly, looking down.

“And look at you. You made it too,” he added, eyes flicking to your cap and gown.

“Yeah, I did.” A smile tugged at your lips.

“Listen, I-”

“Y/N! Oh my baby, you finally graduated!” Your mom’s voice cut through, pulling your eyes away from Eddie’s intense stare.

She hugged you tightly, words spilling out. Over her shoulder, you caught Eddie’s smile, proud, tender, watching someone else love you the way he did.

Eddie felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Wayne, pride written all over his face. Wayne pulled him into a hug, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

Your mom insisted on a picture of both of you. You stood awkwardly side by side.

“Oh, stop it, you two,” she scolded, signaling for you to hug.

And you did, pulling each other into a side embrace, smiling for the camera as the flash went off.

You turned to him, your stomach twisting at the goodbye.

“I’ll see you around, Eddie,” you said as your mom started toward the car.

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The Hawkins summer was already beating you down, and it was barely the first day.

The day after graduation, everything felt bittersweet. You secretly fangirled at the fact that Eddie had spoken to you, proud of his achievement. Whether he made it with or without you, you were still proud.

The afternoon sun settled heavy, your shorts doing little to relieve the heat, when a knock came at the door. You made your way down, confusion lacing your featues.

You opened it, greeted by wild curls, a nervous smile, and Eddie Munson waiting.

He held flowers. A small bouquet clutched in ring‑littered hands.

You leaned against the doorframe, arms crossing.

“Eddie… I didn’t expect you.” Your heart raced in your chest.

“Yeah, yeah. These are for you.” He held the flowers out awkwardly. You furrowed your brows but took them anyway, your fingers brushing his, electricity sparking up your arm, your pulse quickening.

He cleared his throat. “I love you.”

The words tumbled out quickly, unexpected, a spontaneous symphony to your ears.

“What?” Confusion laced your tone.

“I said I love you. I love you so much. I wanted to prove I could be something, that I could care the way you cared. Because I love you. I never want to let go of you. I can’t live without your temper, your sarcasm, the way you roll your eyes at my jokes.” His breath was uneven, every word spilling out raw.

Your face froze. Your rib cage felt on the verge of breaking.

“These past few months have been hell. Every day I thought of you. I’d see you smile, but I wanted it to be for me. If you let me, I won’t screw up anymore. I’ll keep fixing things, keep working toward something. Because I love you. And I’ve never loved anyone like this.” His eyes glossed, his confession consuming him.

He stared at you, eyes burning, yearning.

In a swift movement, you pulled him in, face pressed to his chest as you embraced him tight.

“I love you,” you mumbled into his shirt.

“I love you so much, Munson.”

Eddie pulled you back just enough to grab your face and kiss you.

The kiss was long, sweet, tender, beautiful. Every emotion, the anger, the love, the ache, all encapsulated in a single kiss. Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, until laughter broke you apart.

“We can go to the lake and catch up. As my girlfriend this time.”

“Is nudity the catch?” you teased, the joke reminding you of your last time together.

“No catch. Just you and me.”

The drive was spent in laughter. The flowers were left in a vase, the van rumbling to life.

Eddie laughed as you stripped off your shorts and shirt, racing him into the lake. The cold water splashed against your skin, goosebumps rising in the summer heat.

“Shit, that’s cold!” Eddie complained, chasing after you. He grabbed your waist, turning you toward him.

“I got you, sweetheart. And I’m not letting go this time.” He leaned in for a kiss, only to be met with water as you splashed him.

“Oh, you’re gonna regret that.” He flung water back at you, laughter echoing across the lake.

The afternoon was spent in that cycle, splashing, laughing, kissing.

“That was the last time I was ever letting you go,” His eyes softening.

“I love you, Eds,” sincerity lacing your tone.

He kissed you again, water embracing you both, the sun long gone. The worries of the world forgotten.

Because in that moment, it was just you and him.

And no one could take that from you.

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a/n: It's a little bit of everything. I took some inspiration from a few songs to write this, and it really changed the initial plot of what I had in mind, but as always, this is all a lot and new to me sooooooo I HOPE YOU ENJOY AND LOTS OF LOVE.

[5lutforeddie]

Troublemaker

Description: You've never had a steady life. Your childhood best friend seems to finally have it all together. How long will it be before your rebellious ways catch up to him?

Genre: Drama | Rating: 18+

Word Count:2.7K

A/N: New series<3

September, 1976.

Wayne sets down a glass of strawberry milk in front of Eddie, who doesn't look so excited to be going back to school after the weekend.

He sits down in front of him, giving his nephew an inquisitive look.

"You make any friends at school?"

Eddie pokes at his bacon, his head hung low.

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"There's this one girl. She sits with me and tags me along, but she doesn't speak much."

"She mean to you?"

"No. She's just quiet…Wayne?"

"Yes, Edward?"

"How do you know if a girl likes you?"

"In what way?"

"Like, like."

"You won't understand until you're older, Eddie. But you can tell when a girl likes you from how she looks at you. The eyes always say more than the face."

"She doesn't look like she hates me."

Wayne chuckles at his little nephew's pouted lips and innocent eyes.

"Well, there's your answer son."

June, 1986.

Madonna's new 'True Blue' album plays from Eddie's radio as he works on painting a new mask that he'll probably scare Wayne half to death with.

Every now and then, he takes a look over at his high school diploma. He still can't believe he did it. No one but Wayne believed in him—and of course his little nerd Dustin.

"Have yourself a beer. You're the man of the house." Wayne told him with a proud smile before he left. Of course, Eddie would never say no to a beer.

You knock on Eddie's front door with your sacred tap tap, tap tap tap rhythm. Eddie's brows furrow in confusion. "It's open!" He says loud enough for you to hear.

When you stand in the doorway of Eddie's room, you lean on it with your arms crossed.

"Missed me?"

"Haven't seen you in months." He scans you. "Where the hell have you been?"

"Just out…causing some mischief." You tease, drinking from his beer bottle.

"Hey!" He whines.

You set it back on his desk , and wipe your mouth with your black jacket sleeve.

"I can't believe people drink that shit."

"It's a Munson thing, I guess. So, what have you done this time?"

"Nothing too crazy."

He looks up from the mask to give you a skeptical stare. You hold your hands up in surrender.

"Okay, okay. Graffiti, a little GTA, you know…the good stuff."

"I don't know how the police haven't swiped you up, yet."

"Because I'm just that good."

"Mhm, sure. Okay."

You place your hands on his shoulders from behind and rest your chin atop his head. "You're still into that?"

"Every now and then. Especially now that I don't have school kicking my ass across the pavement."

Your eyes scan his desk, then widen.

"Holy shit, Eddie! You graduated?!"

"Don't make it such a big deal-"

You pick it up and examine it, your cheeks flushing.

"No big deal? Eddie you've wanted this for so long! Did you celebrate?"

"Wayne and I didn't do much, but yeah. We did what we could."

"…I'm taking you out."

"Oh, yeah? With what money?"

"Totally legal, totally righteously earned money."

"Okay. Where we going?"

"The choice is yours, nerdy boy." You rest your cheek on his curls, and take in the faint, yet slightly overpowering scent of his hairspray. "…I missed you."

"I missed you, too. How long you gonna be in Hawkins?"

"As much as I can."

Eddie stops painting for a second. He runs different words through his mind, trying to figure out the best way to tell you what he wants to.

"You never really tell me why you leave, you know."

Subconsciously, your hands clench against his shoulders. The rest of your body tenses with them. You knew he'd ask. You've been in and out of Hawkins for as long as you remember, and each time before you left, you were vague with him.

"Things just happen, Eddie."

"I've known you my whole life. You can tell me anything."

"Just…just not this."

Eddie wants to give up. Accept that this is a losing battle. But he can't.

"If you're in trouble, you need to tell me. Wayne and I can help you."

"I'm- I'm fine, Eddie."

"Promise me."

"I promise." It's half-hearted, but it seems to satisfy Eddie for now.

"Now," he starts warmly. "About that outing."

The Palace Arcade

You and Eddie push through the crowded arcade, trying not to get run over by enthusiastic kids.

"Gotta love the summer, right?" Eddie shouts over the loud music.

"No, it's awful!"

Eddie sees a free machine in the corner, so he clasps your hand with his to keep you and him from separating as you make your way over there.

"We're going to be here awhile, I bet." You grin.

"Can't remember the last time I've even touched an arcade machine."

"Take your time." You say, discreetly slipping some money into his pocket. He prods at the money, and his eyes widen. "Holy, shi-!"

"Have fun, Munson. Wanna challenge me?"

"I should warn you. I'm a mega-God at DigDug."

"I think you're full of shit." You tease.

"Oh, it's on now."

Playing with Eddie makes you forget all your troubles. In the moment, you're living a normal life. A life that you wouldn't mind having forever. He doesn't look much different from when you last saw him, except his hair. The way his eyes radiate such happiness is a sight you wouldn't mind keeping forever. But you're trouble, and keeping yourself around for too long could only put him in danger.

"Jesus, look at these high scores. Do people live in here?" He asks.

"I don't think I would mind. What more could someone want than food and games?"

"We are two simple minds, my friend."

"You starving?"

"Famished."

The pepperoni pizza on the table is probably bigger than you and Eddie's faces combined. You're not exactly complaining. It's not everyday you and Eddie get to have hot food like this.

"Would you ever eat pineapple on pizza?" Eddie asks.

"I don't know. It sounds odd."

"Some people say it's alright. I haven't tried it, though."

"You kind of look like a pineapple pizza guy." You take a sip from your ice cold Coke.

"What does a 'pineapple pizza' guy look like?"

"Kind and a little rowdy, I guess?"

"I would prefer the term, 'free-spirited.'"

And there it is. The look you're giving.

"You won't understand until you're older, Eddie. But you can tell when a girl likes you from how she looks at you. The eyes always say more than the face."

"Eddie?"

"Huh?"

"You're zoned out over there. Am I boring you?"

"You must be crazy."

"You don't seem to mind it."

"I've been around worse."

"…Has Al been around?"

"No. That fucker hasn't been around for some time, now. How's your dad?"

"Still a beer-bellied, insufferable drunk. He's in Chicago."

"Why?"

"In jail."

"Christ. I'm sorry. How's your mom?"

"She's in therapy. Dad's locked up because he nearly beat her half to death. She's been recovering over the past few months."

"Is this why you were gone so long?"

"Part of it."

"You can tell me."

"I can't tell you everything, Eddie."

Eddie's gaze on you is heavy and vulnerable. His concern peaks into the core of your heart, reading you inside out.

"Then, tell me this. Are you in danger?"

"I could be."

Eddie's appetite sours. He's too worried now. His knuckles tap against the table as he's deep in thought.

"Is this about who you got the money from?"

"No. The money is fine. It's…other problems."

"Seriously, where do you get money like that?"

"I've been working for someone, and I have no choice. There's no one stable to take care of me."

"You know I'd sleep on my miserable ass couch just to keep you comfortable, right?"

"I can't stay long, Eddie. I can't be a burden to anyone."

"You're not."

"You and Wayne really wouldn't mind…a girl around?"

"You're not just some girl. Besides, Wayne's last girlfriend was worse." He shrugs.

"Eddie!"

"I'm serious. I caught her stealing a ten from Wayne's wallet once, and she tried to blame it on me. But Wayne wasn't having it."

"I only steal from unrighteous hands, Eddie."

"Just…let me talk to Wayne about it."

"And if he says no?"

"I move out, I guess." He jokes.

"Don't even try it. Wayne's stuck with you for life."

"Oh I know that, that's for sure. You don't have any other family?"

"They're out of state and never really came around, anyway. Since I'm an adult, I don't think they're so worried about me."

"If by some outlandish miracle Wayne is alive when I'm 80, he'd still be looking after me. He's the most selfless guy I've known. Those people never become parents, it's always the jackasses. But yeah, don't worry about anything. I'll see what Wayne says. You going anywhere after this?"

"There's someone I have to meet up with."

"Should I be worried about this 'someone'?"

"No. I'm making some ends meet, then I'll be done with them."

"You better be right."

"You sound like a father more than mine ever did. Now, eat. Your food is getting cold."

"Thanks for all this, by the way."

"It's what friends are for."

Within Eddie's raging imposter syndrome, he fails to realize just how much of a good person he really is. He hyper fixates on even the simplest mannerisms of his, fixing himself if he does something that reminds him of Al. You hope that somewhere inside Eddie, he will find himself one day.

Spike's Hideout

"Promise me you'll be okay."

You're walking up to the battered door with your hands shoved in your pockets. Your Doc Martens clack on the pavement in a slight rhythm your brain has made up from being deep into your head.

You're not used to having someone that worries about you. Eddie's not smothering you, but it doesn't make it any easier to accept.

With tense breaths, you knock on the door, waiting to be let in. You enter when you hear the click of the lock. Mikey, Sam, and Pamela don't seem to be present.

"What took you so long?" Spike asks. He's seated in a chair that's seen far too many bad days.

Spike isn't the buffest guy in the world, but he's got some meat on his arms. He's not the tallest guy either, but he still towers over you a bit despite the shoes you're wearing. He's completely bald and has quite a hefty amount of facial tattoos. For someone who's only 26, Spike surely looks older.

"I was saying hello to a friend. I told you before we got here that I grew up here."

"Mm." He grunts. "I hear there's a dealer in town named Rick. I'm gonna see if he's got anything of use to us."

"It's been a while."

"You know him?"

"Used to buy from him to smoke weed."

"That'll go for a pretty penny. See what you can do."

"I don't know what he's been up to, Spike. It's been a while."

Maybe Eddie does.

"Maybe I can check something out."

"Do what you gotta."

"Where's everyone else?"

"Holding up that convenience store just down from here. Gives us time to be alone."

"Spike, not now."

Spike's off of the couch, crossing his arms.

"Why have you been acting funny with me ever since you got back?"

"Because there's just too much to worry about."

Your hands are steadily trembling so you clutch them to control it. Spike looks at you, and clicks his teeth out of impatience. Thankfully whatever you prayed to seemed to answer, because he sits down and leaves you alone this time.

You don't know how much longer you can take of living with someone who makes you go insane.

The minutes waiting for Spike to have his daily nap are tumultuous. You peek your head from one of the rundown bedrooms, and take note of his head hanging low.

You tiptoe closer to him, thankful to hear him snoring softly. You swiftly head to the front door in a careful manner, closing it behind you as quietly as you can once you're outside.

Your hands tremble when you start up your car, but you manage to keep yourself headstrong. You need comfort, and your sense of safety.

For you, Eddie is both.

[glitterfang]

It’s 1989 bby!

[shawnhatosyy]

triple threat combo: brown eyes, big nose and curly hair

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[katal1984]

Enjoy the Silence

Chapter 1: First Words

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem! reader

Summary: In a world where the first words that soulmates say to each other are displayed like tattoos, what do you do when your particular soulmate's opening line is an unequivocal rejection?

Warnings: a healthy dose of angst (with an eventual happy ending!); enemies to friends to lovers; smut in later chapters (planning this as a slow burn); mentions of past family trauma and personal issues; slightly ludicrous amount of swearing (apparently I am a complete potty mouth!)

A/N: Right, after months of lurking and devouring so many fantastic stories by others on Tumblr, I finally found some time to try out this scribbling business myself. First time I've posted any of my internal ramblings, so please be gentle with me!

Chapter w/c: 1.4k

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To borrow an opening, it is a truth universally acknowledged that nothing good ever comes from answering the phone last thing on a Friday evening.

"Pleeeease babe, just come for a couple of drinks. Three tops. Or four. It'll be great. Steve and his friends really want to hang out with us."

"No Jennifer, Steve and his friends really want to hang out with YOU, his soulmate, the love of his life. My presence is very much not required."

"Not true babe, Steve loves you and the rest of the guys really want to meet this mysterious bestie I keep telling them about. C'mon, I really want you there with me tonight. And you're in desperate need of a good night out!"

Never really able to say no to Jen, your best friend since childhood and the most important person in your life, you found yourself caving with a weary sigh. Which was why, approximately an hour after that conversation, the two of you were pulling up outside a dingy looking bar in her boyfriend's antique BMW, a retro 80s model that was his pride and joy. 

Ever the gentleman, Steve rounded the car and opened both Jen's door and yours, ushering you both onto the pavement with a little bow. "Here we go ladies, right this way." 

"Thank you kindly, Steven," you replied imperiously, holding the cold demeanour for all of five seconds before you started to laugh. Steve smiled warmly, grabbing you for a brief hug before his arm returned to its usual place around Jen's shoulders. 

You grinned as you watched them walk ahead of you, genuinely pleased to see them so wrapped up in each other. When Jen had called you four months ago in a total panic, screaming about having found her soulmate, you had initially been wary. You had very little time for the soulmate doctrine - the idea that everyone is born with an unbreakable bond to another person, revealed when their first words to you appear on your skin like a tattoo. So few people ever seemed to find their mates nowadays that it seemed like a totally ridiculous notion. And even if you did find your true mate, there was no guarantee that it would last. The weekly lifestyle magazines seemingly made a fortune with the many angsty tales of people whose soulmates turned out to be deadbeat cheaters or psychopaths (or, in the most unfortunate cases, a mix of both). 

Your initial meeting with Steve Harrington in your official capacity as “Jen's Best Friend” had therefore begun extremely awkwardly. You had definitely approached it with a highly cynical mindset, determined to sniff out whatever personality faults Steve might be hiding behind his megawatt smile and gravity-defying hair. However, over a tray of burgers and fries at Benny's diner, he successfully proved you wrong, revealing himself to be one of that increasingly rare species in modern society: a nice guy. He showered Jen with quiet care and affection, paying close attention to her every need in an endearing manner. He wasn't phased by your initially icy mood, seemingly understanding that it came from a wish to protect your friend and keen to prove himself a worthy suitor for her. He spoke honestly about himself, his past as an idiot high-school jock and the way in which his found family of close friends in Hawkins had given him a purpose and set him straight after graduation. You had left the diner that evening comfortable in the knowledge that Steve really was a decent man and that Jen was (as you told her over the phone later) an exceedingly lucky bitch.

However, you had yet to meet any of the Hawkins crew (as Jen had dubbed them). Admittedly the fault for this lay with you and the many excuses you had made to wriggle out of prospective meet-ups in the past few months. Whilst you were no blushing wallflower, you were definitely more of an introvert than Jen, whose bubbly personality would easily win over any room in minutes. Your nature and your past experiences had made you distrustful of new people and large crowds were definitely not your natural happy place. But your friend was keen for you to get on with her new group of acquaintances so here you were, taking a deep breath and readying yourself to be sociable.

As the three of you walked into the bar, with its crowded, smoky atmosphere and pounding music, you suddenly felt the telltale feeling of anxiety clawing at your insides. The thought of meeting a whole group of strangers was rapidly becoming overwhelming and you needed an out, quickly. Taking a look around, you spotted the sign for the bathrooms at the side of the bar. You tapped Jen on the shoulder, motioning that you were heading to the toilet and would join them shortly, ignoring the concerned look that she gave you as you scurried away.

Pushing the door to the ladies open, you let out a deep breath. 'For fuck's sake,’ you thought to yourself. 'So fucking stupid, get a grip woman.' Moving over to the sink, you ran your hands under the cold tap as you took some deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down enough to head back outside.

As you steadied yourself against the counter, you became aware that the bathroom wasn't as empty as you had initially thought. Hushed noises of someone having a particularly good time in the far cubicle filtered through the air.

"Oh yeah... Fuck, Chrissy, just like that..."

"Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, keep going baby, pleeeease..."

You chuckled under your breath. 'At least someone's enjoying their evening, I guess,' you thought wryly. As you went to turn off the tap in the sink, you felt an object hit you in the back, having been flung over the wall of the cubicle. 

"So good Ed, love what you do to me so much, feels so fucking good..."

"Oh my fuck... You too baby, can't get enough of you sweetheart..."

Swallowing down a yelp, you turned round and saw a jacket lying on the floor. A cut-off denim vest covered in metal patches, the biggest of which was a large homage to Dio on the back. 'Cool jacket,’ you thought as you picked it up, laying it on the counter. 'Shame to ruin it on this disgusting floor.’

"Come on babe, I fucking love you, so fucking much. Cum for me baby, fuck!"

"Yes yes yes Eddie, fuck yes! I love you baby, wish you were my soulmate, should be you, not fucking Jason, oh fuuuuck!'

"Sssh baby, enough of that soulmate bullshit. You're it for me, no one else."

"But Eddie..."

"But nothing. You know what, if my goddamn soulmate walked in here right now, I'd tell them straight: 'I don't give a fuck about you, you're nothing to me!'"

NO.

WHAT?!

Time felt like it stopped completely as all the oxygen in your lungs suddenly drained away. You gripped the counter as a sharp stabbing pain burned along your right hip and sweat gathered on your brow. Gingerly lifting your shirt with a trembling hand, you saw the words that had just been screamed across the restroom branded on your skin.

'I don't give a fuck about you, you're nothing to me!'

No no no no, what kind of sick fucking joke was this?! An unequivocal soulmate rejection, memorialised on your body like a permanent symbol of your worthlessness. You felt shocked to the core, frozen on the spot in complete mortification. Yeah, you might have hated the whole soulmate concept as an abstract theory. However, it was quite the kicker to hear your apparently preordained life partner dismiss you so decisively and so cruelly in real life.

Biting back both a scream and the onset of tears, you breathed heavily and turned towards the door. You needed to get out of here before the lovebirds emerged from the cubicle. An obscenely large alcoholic drink was very much in order. Straightening yourself up and taking one last deep breath, you opened the door. "Message received loud and clear, arsehole", you muttered softly, hoping that the imminent branding stung this Eddie dickhead as much as yours had hurt you.

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altar of you

husky!neighbor!Eddie x Reader find their mlist here

experiencing religious levels of horniness for husky!Eddie and this is the result. no further questions at this time.

cw: husky!Eddie, implied fat/plussized!Reader, R has breasts + vagina, oral as a religious experience (R receiving), soft dom Eddie, body worship

wc: 1.3k

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Eddie doesn’t ascribe to the whole religion thing. Heaven, hell, and everything in between- nothing more than a cool motif to supplement a rock album.

That being said, if Eddie’s not religious, he’s not sure who he prays to when he’s between your thighs. 

All he knows for sure?

Eating you out is his personal form of divinity.

You’ve been on a work trip, four days’ worth of spare phone calls and Eddie crushing a pair of your panties to his nose at night just to keep the smell of you fresh, coating all his neurons with each strip of his fist around his cock. 

He’d find himself slightly pathetic if it weren’t for the simple fact that there’s something noble and true about the worship he brings to your body. 

Now that he finally has you back in his bed, just where he likes, Eddie will be damned to let you go. 

Your thighs are pressed to his ears, the only thing anchoring him to the earth, and it’s like he’s hearing for the first time in half a week. 

Eddie feels the rippling contractions of your muscles- toes curling and unfolding and curling again at his lower back, the twitch of your fingers sunk into his long tresses, the sting of nails at his scalp like you’re knighting him for this purposeful cause.

“Oh- Eddie, Eddie-”

A sharp gasp as you title him, the clench of your stomach felt under his wide palm where he presses you into the mattress, at just the right angle for his mouth. 

There’s the muscle of your cunt, too- squeezing around the entire length of his tongue.

Eddie’s buried so deep, so mind-cleansingly in you, that he prays he doesn’t have to stop.

This and only this, forever and ever, amen-

His nose rubs the beating heart of your clit with each flex of his tongue, thick brows stitched together in supplication and concentration as he listens to each noise you make, reactivity leading his actions.

You’re the only thing he wants, for however long you want him. 

Eddie’s not planning on showering after this- he’s gonna wrap you up in his arms after it’s over, satisfied sweat mingling and soaking into the bed, giving him something to jack off to facedown on the mattress for the next time you leave him. 

He’s gonna let the wetness of you dry into his skin and seep into his bones- you’re already that much a part of him. What’s a mouthful more, to a disciple?

Sue him. He’s in a mood- a worshipful one. 

Eddie shakes his head back and forth, gently, curling his tongue up, stroking a firm path against that soft wall of your muscle that trembles in response. 

You whine out his name again, and he doesn’t deserve it, but wants to hear it again, more more more- 

Eddie groans, the vibrations in his lips making your hips twitch, his other palm clamped like an order to stay around that plush divot of fat at your upper thigh. 

His cock twitches, too, in between the compression of bedsheets and his stomach, mind cloudy with lust as he rocks forward- both to get impossibly further into you and to drive the leaking head of his cock against the pressure.

Your hips jerk and falter when Eddie’s mouth leaves the wet comfort of your heat to seal over your clit, sucking hard and playing the tip of his tongue over it.

His hand at the outside of your thigh smacks once, not too sharp, but enough to make his point without words- don’t pull away, sweetheart, let me give it to you good. Like I’ve been aching to do for days. 

Eddie feels the rapture near as you rasp out his name, everything tightening- thighs to ears, cunt to the two fingers he slips into you, belly button pressing quick with panting breaths into the palm of his hand.

Those wide shoulders come in handy now, as he bullies them to the backs of your thighs, using his strength to keep you in place, pleasure whirling in a maelstrom of chorus as you moan-

“Eddie, fuck- fuck, baby, feels so, so good, gonna- ‘m gonna, please please please-”

You shouldn’t have to ask. Even so, you’ll get your reward. 

Eddie wraps his arm like a belt over your stomach, bicep flexing in the effort to keep you on his mouth as everything in you spasms. 

He slips his tongue back into the channel of your cunt, hand that was buried in you sliding up to twist a thumb in tight circles around your exposed clit, begging and praying for the release only you can bring him.

Eddie decides, just on the precipice of making you come, that all these prayers must go direct to you.

Who else would be more worthy of this praise?

And besides, you must be listening. When Eddie begs, you hear, beneficent in your obedience.

He’s laying claim to the loyal acolyte of your pleasure, earning the honorific with no room for doubt.

You come with a sound that rings as clear as angel bells, in a hymnal progression, high and keening, his name thrown into the mix like you’re trying to kill him.

Or maybe bringing him back to life. Jury’s still out. Eddie wouldn’t mind either way.

He suckles and rubs and pulls and pushes until he’s sure every last bit of pleasure has been wrung from your body and then some, your fingers tugging in his roots, thumbs like a circlet at his forehead as you squirm- to get away or to get more, your body seems conflicted in its blinding pleasure. 

Eddie doesn’t pull away fully, can’t bear to, just presses the side of his face into your pelvis, wet nose leaving an imprint in your skin as he pants, too.

There’s a hiss of air through his teeth as Eddie shifts his hips, up and off the mattress before he blows his load from the noise of your pretty comedown sighs.

He kisses sloppily up your torso, mouths over each of your nipples, stiff and peaked against his tongue, until he’s finally at your face.

You’ve got shooting stars plus a few galaxies in your eyes, looking up at him with slack jawed awe. The look sinks straight through to his heart, makes it thump in a psalm for you, and he says so-

“All for you, baby.”

It’s a promise that he seals with a kiss, the sweet tang of your arousal fresh on his tongue as he feeds it back to you like holy sacrament, an act of shared communion.

Your words and whimpers channel straight into his throat, mouth still holding yours even as his hands track twin paths up your sides; one to palm over your breast, the other catching both of your wrists, stretching them up to pin above the crown of your head.

Divinity and all the grace that comes with it. Eddie’s more than grateful, hard as stone between your legs and dragging himself through the slick generosity from your altar.

“Can’t leave me again,” he murmurs, into the hollow of your neck where you’re sure to feel the buzz of it. “But just in case you were thinkin’ of it. Gonna fuck you so good your body won’t forget me.”

Eddie feels as though he’s earned some form of possession. What’s a bit of it worth to a deity from an acolyte? 

He’ll surely find out. 

[urhoneycombwitch]

Hello my love!! I saw your reblogged pic of those two divas playing pool and then was immediately hit with the image of laying on a pool table at some party with your legs hanging off the edge while Eddie’s trying to play and he’s doing the thing they’re doing in the pic but he’s also using your body to aim in every other way, and at one point he shimmies between your legs and is pressing his bulge directly against you, leans over you chest-to-chest, places his elbow next to your ear, and he sinks the 8ball.

Just him being annoying and all up in your space and being such a sexy cheeky horny bastard. Kinda giving 10 things I hate about you vibes???

Idk that post just reawakened something inside of me and now I’m thinking about how he smells like cedar cologne, sweat/musk, and weed ugh missing my man terribly rn

well hey listen you sent this in days ago and i couldn't stop thinking about this with husky!Eddie so here's a blurb. THANK YOU <3 I don't know much about pool so billiardheads plz don't eat me alive

cw: R referred to as ‘girl’ and ‘lady’, southern Eddie, perving, drinking, no smut but sexy content so MDNI

husky!Eddie mlist

Treat me like one of your Tennessee girls.

A beg soaked in giggles. Two whiskey sours shrinking the distance between the pair of bar stools as you plead, attempt a wink. 

Eddie ever-indulgent. Swallowing you up in the confines of his leather jacket. Bicep thick and solid across your shoulders as he kisses behind your ear, voice low and buzzing closer than the Dolly Parton track thumping through the sticky floorboards.

Ain’t drunk enough for that behavior, sweetheart. Try me later. 

You don’t drop it. Only snuggle in closer, wind a leg around his and perch pretty, sliding the remains of your whiskey beneath his open palm. 

Half a drink is all it takes for Eddie to shake his head, resigned. Grinning awfully much for a man walking to the gallows of a billiards corner. Pulling you close by the hand, leading the way through the midnight patron crowd and reaching for a green-hilted cue stick. 

I don’t play dirty, darlin’. You best do the same or you’ll have to find a way to make it up to me. 

You love when he puts on a show for no one but you. Draws his words out honey-thick and sweet, accentuates his southern, gives a cowboy-sized wink as he twists the chalking square in fluid circles. 

He hands you the rack, nods to the table scattered with cue balls. Bar lights in neon pink and orange as he grins, black curls coming loose from his shoddy tie-up job from earlier. 

You’re making the lady do all the work? Not very gentlemanly of you. 

It’s difficult just trying to stay upright, let alone stabilizing yourself while you lean and catch at all the finicky spheres that seem intent on rolling from you just as fast as being wrangled. 

Eddie watches from the corner, one boot affixed to the wall, arms crossed. A man who looks for all the world like he should have a smoldering cigarette between that plush smirk.

The point ain’t to make you work for it, baby- the point is to watch you bend over. 

A flush of heat rises from the soles of your sneakers, cracks through you like lightning as you turn to glare over your shoulder. 

It’s half-hearted. He’s giving you what you asked for. 

Eddie pouts back at your sour expression, softening you like butter to a hot pan when he wraps himself around your back. Taking your hands in his and pulling the racked triangle towards the both of you.

You did these up real nice, sugar. Gonna show you how to break.

You can feel him everywhere. The firm pressure of his chin at your shoulder, the steady pulse of his heart against your spine. A thrilling hard line behind the zipper of his jeans, pressing into your low back as his breath coasts over your cheek. 

Easy does it, now. Breathe into the strike. 

He’s got your hands right where he wants them. You’re drunk on more than just the alcohol- drunk on his touch, his attention, the smell of him all cedar and woodsmoke and spice. 

The cue stick snaps forward, along with his hips. The balls clack and clatter and Eddie’s kissing up your neck, your fingers around the wood and felt going a bit numb as you arch back into his affection. 

‘Fraid you touched the 8-ball, baby- that’s a penalty. Gonna have to find a way to make this up. Maybe in that motel down the street.

[stardancerluv]

New movie…Trailer with Joe!

[stardancerluv]

So excited for this.

[stardancerluv]

We got a poster!!!

And we got some BTS shots with Joe!

Getting more and more excited with this.

It sounds great!

[stardancerluv]

Ooo besides being shown at the Rhode Island film festival. (Awesome!)

Here are new shots…new angles. I still can’t wait to see this!

Lost in a hole of complex grief, a once promising young painter attempts to meet a looming gallery deadline by recording his increasingly disturbing dreams.

I like the premise…I hope it’s a solid length despite being a short film.

[drac-harrington]

Breakfast with Eddie and the Forest Hills strays

my commissions are open! inquire within for more details 🖤

[hellfire-lives]

is it just me or eddie munson's smile could heal the world

[renhwrites]

Feel the Blues. 

Modern!Buff!Bearded!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: After finishing work, Eddie's girlfriend hears him playing his guitar. TAGS: Smut! (18+), fingering, she rides him on the couch lmao, fluff at the end, established relationship, praise, buff!bearded!eddie, modern Hawkins AU, cocky Eddie, Eddie playing guitar, soft Eddie afterwards, light marijuana use, mentions of aftercare, Eddie is in his early 30s. Fem!Reader is in her late 20s, though unnamed/undescribed. <3

Check out my masterlist for other works for this AU! ♥︎

Word Count: 3.4K

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The final few minutes of her workday always seemed to drag on the longest.

She looked over her project one last time, making a few small adjustments before finally deciding she was satisfied. After saving everything, she closed her laptop with a soft click and leaned back in her chair, stretching until the lingering ache in her shoulders eased. A quick glance toward the clock on her desk told her it was a little after five —  good enough.

Pushing herself to her feet, she stepped out of the home office with every intention of finding something to drink, and officially calling it a day. As she entered the hallway, she expected to hear the familiar sound of the television somewhere deeper in the house.

Then, a slow blues riff drifted softly through the quiet.

She stopped to listen. The notes floated easily from the living room, warm and unhurried, each one lingering before giving way to the next. The corners of her eyes softened almost instinctively. Quietly, she followed the music to the livingroom.

Eddie lounged comfortably at one end of the couch, shirtless, a black electric guitar resting across his lap. A half-smoked joint hung lazily from the corner of his mouth as his fingers moved effortlessly, the veins along his forearms standing out with each motion. His broad chest rose and fell in an easy rhythm, and the silver chain around his neck caught the warm glow of the nearby lamp every time he shifted, glinting softly against his skin.

Damn, she thought, slowing to a stop just out of sight.

Eddie hadn’t noticed her. His eyes were closed, completely lost in the music as his fingers glided over the strings. She slipped her phone from her pocket and quietly aimed it toward him, taking a quick picture before lowering it again. A pleased smile flashed on her face as she glanced at the screen.

Oh hell yeah.

The last note faded into silence, and her gaze lifted from the phone the moment the guitar stopped.

Eddie cracked one eye open, his head still tipped back against the couch cushion as though he’d sensed her before he’d seen her. He didn’t speak as he lifted his head enough for his gaze to drift leisurely from her feet upward, unhurried as it traveled the length of her before finally meeting her eyes. A slow chuckle rumbled in his chest. He let the guitar slip from his lap onto the rug with a muted thud, took one last inhale from the joint, then leaned over to set it carefully in the ashtray beside him.

Realizing she’d been caught, her eyes widened, and she quickly slipped her phone back into her pocket.

The corner of Eddie’s mouth curled into an amused smirk. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs, his broad shoulders flexing with the movement as he watched her.

“What’s this?” he drawled, his voice low and rough. “My lovely little lady lurking in the shadows?” His head tipped slightly to one side. “You stalkin’ me?”

“No…” she answered with practiced innocence. “I finished work and heard you playing.”

A genuine laugh escaped him. His eyes flicked briefly toward the pocket where her phone had disappeared before returning to her face.

“Is that right?” he asked, clearly unconvinced. “Funny… ‘cause I could’ve sworn somebody was sneaking pictures of me.”

She did her best to keep a straight face. “Mhm.”

“Mm-hmm,” he echoed knowingly. Still smiling, he leaned back against the couch and gave his thigh two slow, inviting pats.

She raised an eyebrow and crossed the room. As soon as she reached him, she positioned her knees on either side of his legs and lowered herself into his lap. His hands settled at her waist, steadying her as she adjusted against him while he looked up at her with that same smug, infuriating smirk.

He let out a contented sigh, his hands sliding from her waist to the small of her back, pulling her close against his chest. He buried his face in the crook of her neck for a moment, breathing her in deeply. When he pulled back just enough to look at her, the cockiness had faded, replaced by a look of quiet, unwavering devotion.

She let her arms drape loosely around Eddie’s neck, smiling as she looked at him.

“You sounded really good, baby.”

A soft laugh came from his nose at that. One hand slid slowly up her side before coming to rest against her neck, his thumb brushing lightly beneath her jaw.

“You think so?” he asked. She nodded without hesitation, leaning into his touch as she shifted comfortably in his lap.

“I do.” Her eyes lingered on his. “Play some more for me?”

He let out a low hum in his throat, his eyes darkening as they dropped to her lips and then drifted down to the guitar sitting abandoned against the couch.

“You know,” he began, “the guitar is great and all, but I think I’ve got a much better use for my fingers right now.”

Her eyebrows rose as a knowing smile threatened to appear, her face clearly saying, Is that so?

Eddie shifted beneath her, his movements taking on a quiet sense of purpose. One hand remained anchored at the small of her back, keeping her close, while the other drifted slowly down her side.

His attention never left her face.

He watched every subtle reaction, the way her breathing changed, the tiny shifts in her expression as his fingertips traced lazily over the fabric of her clothes. This had always been one of his favorite parts — not because he was in any hurry, but because he loved the anticipation, loved seeing every emotion flicker across her face before she ever spoke.

His hand continued its unhurried path, following the curve of her hip before slipping beneath the waistband of her pants.

There was nothing rushed about the way he touched her. He moved with the same deliberate rhythm he used when playing the slow blues riff, lingering just long enough to make her shiver against him.

The reaction earned a quiet, satisfied smile.

“Tell me, angel,” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear, “you still want me to go back to the guitar… or you likin’ this set a little better?”

Her lips parted as a quiet moan slipped free; feeling the way his fingers rubbed her gently through the fabric of her underwear.

Eddie’s eyebrows lifted ever so slightly. A smug look crossed his face as he echoed the sound back to her under his breath, his imitation carrying just enough teasing to make her cheeks warm.

“I asked you a question…”

“I like this better,” she whimpered finally, her voice barely above a whisper as she melted further into him.

His fingers moved with a slow confidence, slipping her underwear aside to find the heat waiting for him. With a steady motion, he leisurely slid his middle and ring fingers deep inside her, filling her with a sudden, satisfying pressure that made her back arch and her grip on his neck tighten. He didn't move them immediately, simply letting her adjust to the fullness of him as he watched the pleasure wash over her face.

His gaze was intense, filled with a mixture of pride and desire as he leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear.

“There we go,” he sang softly. “Just take it easy, baby. Ride my fingers.”

With a soft sigh, her head tipped back, eyes fluttering closed as her hips moved naturally.

While his fingers continued their steady glide within her, he shifted the position of his hand, pressing the warm, firm pad of his palm directly against her clit. The sudden, broad pressure sent a wave through her, and Eddie let out a triumphant chuckle, feeling the way she clamped tight around him. 

She began to move a little faster, leaning into his hand, craving the pressure against her.

“Eddie…” she breathed.

He loved that sound, the way her voice broke just for him, and it drove him to be even more thorough. He maintained the rhythmic pressure of his palm, mixing with the slow curl of his fingers inside her, making her breath hitch.

As he felt her pulse drumming against his fingertips, Eddie leaned forward to capture her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. He kissed her with quiet devotion, unhurried and tender, while his free hand wandered upward, slipping beneath the hem of her shirt and pushing it up.

Her hand reached up to hold the back of his head as he deftly freed her breasts from her bra.

He pulled back just enough to admire her, his dark eyes scanning her body with an expression of pure worship before he dipped his head, swirling his tongue around one aching nipple and then sucking it deep into his mouth.

“Eddie…”

His name left her, louder this time, almost frantic as she worked herself against his hand. Eddie grinned against her skin as he released her nipple, then drifted to the other side, his tongue gliding over the other while the soft scrape of his beard sent a shiver through her.

“I need you,” she whispered, her gaze dropping to meet him.

Eddie’s eyes lifted to hers. Those warm brown eyes were heavy-lidded now, searching her face as though he already knew the answer but wanted to hear her say it anyway.

“Need what from me?” he asked quietly.

“I need your dick inside me…”

A growl sounded from his chest, a sound of pure, unadulterated hunger that vibrated through his ribs and into her. He didn't pull his fingers away immediately, letting the request hang in the air, savoring the desperation in her voice.

“Oh yeah?” he murmured. He tilted his head, that annoying spark of cockiness in his eyes as he looked up at her. “You want me to make you sing for me, my darling girl? Give me a real performance?”

“I will give you a fucking world tour right now,” she said with a helpless huff of a laugh. He let out a sharp, delighted bark of laughter, the sound echoing in the quiet living room. Eddie moved with a sudden, fluid urgency, sliding his fingers out of her with a wet sound that made her toes curl.

In one smooth motion, he shifted her off his lap and stood up, his muscular frame unfolding with a grace that belied his size. He didn't break eye contact for a second, his gaze burning with a mixture of heat and adoration as he reached for the waistband of his comfy pants. After kicking his boxers off in a quick, practiced sequence, he was left completely bare and pulsing with anticipation.

“Sit back down,” she said sweetly, sitting on her knees as she looked up at him. “I wanna ride you.”

Eddie didn't need to be told twice. He sank back onto the couch with a thud, his legs spreading wide to create a stable base for her. He looked up at her, his chest heaving slightly, the expression on his face one of absolute hunger mixed with a playful sort of arrogance. Reaching out, his large hands gripped her hips to guide her back toward him, his voice low.

“Whatever you want, angel. Just make sure you don't miss a single stop on that tour.”

She laughed, her cheeks flushed as she held his shoulders to steady herself, before slowly lowering her body. The initial stretch made her gasp, the searing heat of him filling her up completely as she sank down onto him. She let out a long, shaky breath, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment as she settled fully against him, feeling the pulsing thud of his heart between her hips. 

“Fuck, Eddie…”

Eddie shut his eyes, a strangled groan escaping his throat as he felt her completely surround him. His hands tightened on her hips, his fingers digging in just enough to anchor her as he arched his back, his hips instinctively jolting upward. He let out a shaky breath, his head rolling back against the couch cushion.

She felt the tremor in his muscles, the way his entire body seemed to vibrate under her. A small, playful smile touched her lips despite the haze of pleasure, and she decided to test his resolve. She began to move, not in a rush, but with a slow, grinding rotation of her hips that hugged every ridge of him. A long, shaky moan escaped her, the sound vibrating through both of them as she leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest.

Eddie’s eyes flew open, and he watched her. He looked like a man who had forgotten how to breathe, his chest heaving as he fought for control. He couldn't stand the distance for another second; he reached up, his large hands sliding from her hips to the small of her back to pull her closer. As she leaned over him, he didn't hesitate, lowering his head to capture one of her nipples in his mouth. He bit softly before letting his tongue swirl around the peak with a slow, rhythmic intensity that mirrored the movement of their bodies, sending a shock of pleasure straight to her core.

“Baby…”

She braced one hand against the couch beside him while the other slipped into his hair, her fingers tangling in his curls. The sensation of his mouth against her skin, paired with the overwhelming feeling of him filling her, threatened to unravel her completely. Her pace quickened, each movement flowing into the next with growing urgency as unsteady breaths slipped past her lips. Every glide drew another wave of heat through her body, leaving her dizzy with it, and beneath her she could feel the strain in his legs, every muscle drawn taut as the tension between them steadily climbed.

Eddie released her from his mouth, craning his neck back to see her face. His eyes were hooded, watching her through a haze of raw desire as he felt the rhythm shift, her movements becoming more desperate, more demanding. A low groan rattled in his chest, his hands sliding from her back down to the curve of her ass to lift her slightly, driving himself deeper into her with a sharp, sudden jolt.

He dipped his head, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck as he felt her internal muscles tighten around him in a pulsing grip.

“God, you take all of me so perfectly, baby,” he rasped, the words barely audible over the sound of their combined breathing. “Love to feel you squeezing me like that.”

He adjusted his grip, his fingers splaying across the backs of her thighs to keep her steady as he began to push back against her, his hips meeting hers in a steady, powerful counter-rhythm. His voice had lost all of its teasing edge, replaced by a raw, honest need that left him focused entirely on her.

Every time he drove upward, his eyes remained locked on hers, watching the pleasure break across her face as if it were the only thing in the world that mattered. He could feel the tension mounting between them, a wave of heat that threatened to crash over them both at any moment, and he tightened his hold, pulling her down until their foreheads pressed together.

“Look at me,” he spoke, his voice trembling. “Right here, angel. Just look at me.”

“Oh my god, Eddie…”

She couldn't even finish the sentence, her voice dissolving into a series of broken whimpers as the friction reached a fever pitch. She clung to his shoulders, her nails digging into the muscles of his back as she accelerated her pace, her body acting on a primal instinct to get closer, to get more, to feel every single inch of him.

She felt the first spark of the climax ignite at the base of her spine, a beautiful fire that radiated outward. She let out a sharp, loud cry, her hips giving one final, desperate grind as she surrendered everything to the sensation. Her head flew back, her throat exposed and straining as she arched her spine, her entire body shuddering in a violent, beautiful release that left her breathless.

“Shit…”

He was barely audible, his voice a shredded whisper, the feeling of her trembling around him was the final straw for his restraint. Instead of pulling away, he lunged forward, burying his face in between her neck and shoulder. He let out a shuddering groan into her skin, his entire frame trembling with the force of his own release. He held her tightly, his fingers digging into her thighs, as if grounding himself to her as the waves of pleasure crashed over him.

The silence that followed was heavy, and for several long minutes, neither of them moved. The only sounds in the living room were the erratic, synchronized thumping of two hearts trying to find their natural rhythm again, and the ragged, shallow breaths they drew in unison. Eddie’s head remained tucked against her, his forehead resting against her collarbone, while she stayed draped over him, her muscles slowly unraveling from the tension.

He let out a long exhale, the kind that seemed to empty his entire chest, and slowly began to loosen his grip on her thighs. He didn't pull away entirely, though; instead, he slid one hand up to cup the back of her head to hold her there for just a moment longer.

“Damn, you sang beautifully,” he said with a tired smile, lifting his head just enough to meet her eyes. He leaned in and scattered a trail of lazy kisses along her jaw, across her cheek, and over the bridge of her nose, each one slower than the last until she couldn’t help but smile wider.

A soft laugh escaped her as she cupped his face in both hands, gently guiding his gaze back to hers.

“Let’s go shower… I have a new face scrub I wanna try.”

Eddie’s eyebrows lifted slightly, his heavy-lidded eyes silently asking what she was up to.

“Let’s gooo,” she coaxed in a quiet, sing-song voice. Still smiling, she held onto his shoulders as she carefully slid from his lap and stood.

A quiet, disappointed groan rumbled from Eddie’s throat as he watched her pull away. He stayed sprawled against the couch for a few seconds longer, his arms falling lazily to his sides as he watched her walk slowly toward the hallway. His eyes followed her unhurriedly, lingering on the easy sway of her hips and the way she moved despite the exertion they'd just shared.

A smug, crooked smile slowly spread across his face as he reached up to scratch the back of his head, looking at her with equal parts amusement and admiration.

“How in the hell are your legs still working? You’re walking like you didn’t just try to ride me into the ground.”

She stopped and looked back over her shoulder, one eyebrow arching as an amused, oh, please expression on her face.

“Baby, that was not my first rodeo,” she said, her tone so matter-of-fact it only made the comment funnier.

He let out a short, loud laugh, finally pushing himself off the cushions. His muscles groaned as he stretched, his broad shoulders rolling as he stood to his full height.

“Oh really? Well, excuse me for underestimating the stamina of my lovely lady,” he teased, his voice rough.

She stayed right where she was, her eyes still narrowed playfully at him as she fought back a smile.

Eddie let out a huff, a small smirk dancing on his lips as he stepped toward her, his gait slow and heavy. His steps carried him over to her until he was standing close enough for his chest to brush lightly against her shoulder. One of his large hands slipped around the back of her neck, gently drawing her toward him before he leaned down to press a lingering kiss against her temple.

“After you,” he murmured, giving a small nod toward the bathroom.

The corners of her lips lifted into a smile.

She reached up to rest her hand over his where it cradled the back of her neck, giving his fingers a gentle squeeze before turning toward the hallway. Eddie followed close behind, and the two of them disappeared into the bathroom, where they shared a warm shower and, at her insistence, a face mask that he happily let her put on him simply because seeing his girl happy was worth every second.

[trizharrington]

i read one fic from you and im in love already??

can i request a steve x eddie x reader where they're in a poly situation and steve is a total cuck? like kinda inspired by those lyrics in mr.mountebank? <3

good thing getting fucked - steve harrington & eddie munson

pairing: steve harrington x eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: polygamy, oral (m and f receiving), threesome, penetration (p in v), reader has a vagina, unprotected sex, steve being a cuck, not proofread.

note: ahhhh i loved working on this, its my first time writing something like this so bare with me 😇

don't repost or translate my work.

it starts with eddie.

or maybe it starts with steve.

honestly, neither of them can agree… all they know is that somewhere along the way, you became the center of everything.

you become the first thing steve looks for when he walks into a room.

the first person eddie thinks of when he wakes up.

the person both of them would cross a state line for at three in the morning without even asking why.

you on the other hand…

you never wanted this. monogamy was your line.

you met eddie in high school and he immediately became the one guy who would turn his world upside down just to be around you.

a few years later, steve came along. and at first, he was just steve for you. your boyfriend’s friend. the guy who somehow always ended up at your apartment, keeping spare clothes at your place before he even realized he was doing it.

you didn’t think much of it and neither did eddie. because steve fit. he fit so naturally into the spaces you’d already built together that nobody noticed it happening.

steve became part of your routines before he ever became part of your relationship.

he started showing up without knocking and helping himself to drinks from your fridge. he became familiar.

maybe that should have been your first warning.

one evening you walked into the living room to find eddie asleep on one side of the couch and steve asleep on the other.

your heart did something strange.

you ignored it because you already had eddie. you already had everything you wanted. didn’t you?

the problem was that steve never seemed to understand where the line was supposed to be. or maybe he understood it perfectly and just didn’t care.

because every time you mentioned needing something, it magically appeared. every time you were upset, steve somehow knew. every time you laughed, his entire face lit up like you’d handed him the greatest gift he’d ever received.

it got harder to ignore.

especially when eddie started noticing it too.

“he likes you.” your long haired boyfriend said.

you nearly dropped your drink.

“what?!”

eddie looked entirely too amused. “steve likes you, babe.”

“don’t be ridiculous, eds.” you scoff.

“baby.”

“eddie.”

“i’ve seen the way he looks at you.” he insists.

“he does not look at me differently, eddie. he’s just, steve…” you reply.

eddie stared, then laughed hard. “oh my god.”

“what?” you asked, not really understanding where his laugh came from.

“you’re serious.” eddie squints his eyes at you.

“yes…!”

“you genuinely don’t know?”

you hated when he got that look on his face. that look that said he knew something you didn’t.

“know what?” you question him.

“that man’s in love with you.” eddie simply mutters.

your stomach flipped immediately, violently.

“eddie.”

“i’m serious, babe. harrington looks at you like you hung the moon.”

“stop.” you shake your head.

“i’m not joking.” eddie smirks.

you looked away first, which told him everything.

eddie knew you better than anyone.

he saw the panic, the uncertainty, the tiny spark of something you’d been trying not to examine too closely.

and instead of getting jealous, instead of getting angry, he just smiled. soft and fond. dangerously understanding.

because the truth was that eddie had started loving steve a long time ago too.

he just hadn’t figured out what to do about it yet.

somehow, despite all the worrying, all the overthinking, all the conversations that stretched until three in the morning because nobody wanted to say the wrong thing and ruin everything, it worked.

it actually worked.

which was almost annoying because you’d spent weeks expecting everything to feel different, complicated and awkward.

instead, it felt like slipping into clothes you’d already owned for years.

the front door had barely clicked shut before eddie’s head lifted from where it was resting on your stomach.

“steve’s home.” he says.

“you say that like a dog hearing its owner pull into the driveway.” you laughed, not bothering to look up from your book.

“that’s because i love him.”

before you could answer, footsteps echoed down the hallway, followed by the familiar sound of keys being dropped onto the kitchen counter.

a few seconds later, steve appeared in the bedroom doorway. his tie was loose, his sleeves were rolled up, his hair was a mess from running his hands through it all day.

and the second his eyes landed on the two of you, something in his expression softened. gone was the exhausted look he’d walked through the door with.

“hi, sweetheart.” steve sighs with a smile.

the greeting was directed at the two of you, but he was already walking toward the bed.

eddie immediately reached a hand out dramatically. “don’t ignore me.”

steve rolled his eyes affectionately before leaning down.

eddie was already grinning before the kiss even happened.

steve reached up, curling his hand briefly around the side of eddie’s jaw before leaning in. the kiss was short and familiar, more instinct than thought, their lips brushing together for barely a second before steve pulled away again. eddie followed automatically, chasing the contact with a quiet smile already tugging at the corner of his mouth.

when steve pulled back, eddie looked entirely too pleased with himself.

“missed you.” eddie smiles.

“i was gone for eight hours.” steve replies.

“terrible eight hours.”

steve laughed, the sound warm and effortless.

then his attention shifted, immediately finding you like it always did.

you were still stretched across the bed in one of steve’s shirt and white lace panties, book forgotten somewhere beside you now.

watching them with a pleased smile.

and the second your eyes met, his entire expression softened all over again.

“hi, baby.” his voice was quieter this time, somehow more intimate despite being such a simple word.

“hi.” you whisper back with a soft smile.

he leaned over you, one hand braced against the mattress and kissed you, slow and gentle.

“i missed you too.” steve mutters against your lips.

“liar.” you roll your eyes jokingly.

you looked over. eddie was watching from his spot beside you.

before either of them could say another word, you slipped off the bed.

steve watched you curiously.

“where are you going?” he asked.

“nowhere.” you reply.

“that’s not an answer.”

you ignored him completely.

instead, your attention landed on the chair sitting in the corner of the room.

the one steve had dumped his jacket on moments earlier.

a smile tugged at your lips as you drag the chair over to the front of the bed.

“sit.” you say to steve.

steve blinked. “what?”

“sit.”

“baby, wha-”

“steve.” you mutter.

eddie immediately started giggling softly. “oh, this is gonna be good.”

you grabbed steve’s wrist before he could protest any further and gently tugged him toward the chair.

he followed surprisingly easily, mostly because he was curious and because he rarely denied you anything.

“you’re both being weird.” steve squinted his eyes.

“sit down, babe.” eddie smirks.

“i don’t trust either of you.” steve laughs.

you rolled your eyes at both of them.

steve sighed dramatically before finally dropping into the chair, leaning back with his arms crossed, trying and failing to look annoyed.

underneath it all, there was a smile threatening to break through.

“there.” you whisper, looking entirely too pleased with yourself.

steve narrowed his eyes. “okay. now what?”

you exchanged a glance with eddie. immediately, both of you started smirking.

and suddenly steve felt like he’d made a terrible mistake.

fuck.

eddie practically collapsed against the pillows still smirking.

you get up on the bed again, crawling on all fours towards eddie, your tiny thong and ass on full display for steve as your shirt rides up.

his eyes darken with lust and barely restrained desire. steve watches the enticing display of your barely-covered pussy intently, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“shit…” steve curses under his breath.

as you get closer to eddie, his smirk grows stronger on his lips.

eddie reaches out to stroke your hair as you approach. his other hand trails reverently down your back, fingertips grazing the lace trim of your thong.

“wanna give steve something to relax after his long day at work, baby?” eddie asks you directly.

you nod, causing a grin on eddie’s mouth as he gives your ass cheek a hard smack. you let out a little moan, turning your head back to look at steve.

he shifts in his seat, the growing bulge in his pants betraying his excitement despite his attempts to maintain composure. steve leans back, spreading his legs slightly as he continues to drink in the sight of you and eddie.

maintaining eye contact with steve, you straddle eddie’s lap, grinding your clothed cunt against him slowly.

“fuuuuck, baby.” eddie smirks, one hand behind his head while the other wraps around your ass cheek.

you giggle in response, a teasing smile playing in your lips as his own hips start to roll up to meet yours.

eddie gasps as he feels the heat of your core pressing insistently against his straining erection, even through the thin fabric of your thong. his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips, holding you in place as he grinds up against you.

“our girl looks so goddamn pretty.” eddie says to steve.

“fuck, yeah she does.” steve mumbles back, hand snaking down to his clothed cock that’s growing harder each second inside his work jeans.

you stop eddie’s hips from grinding on you and slide off to your side of the bed to slowly pull your panties down your legs.

eddie’s breath catches in his throat as he watches you slowly peel off your soaked thong, revealing your glistening folds. his pupils are blown wide with desire, a bead of sweat already rolling down his temple.

“god, babe... you're absolutely dripping for it, aren't you?” he rasps, his large hands coming up to cup and knead the globes of your ass.

“mhm.” you smirk up at eddie, giving his lips a soft kitten lick.

“take that off, baby.” steve demands from the chair, pointing to your shirt.

it’s safe to say that your shirt hits the floor mere seconds after his demand, leaving you bare.

eddie follows your moves, sitting up and reaching for the hem of his shirt, in one swift motion, he pulls it over his head and tosses it aside. next, he stands and quickly sheds his jeans and boxers, kicking them away until he's fully nude before you.

“so so beautiful for us…” eddie whispers, hands roaming your tits. “go show steve a bit of what he’s gonna be missing today, baby.”

your head turns to look over at steve again, his big hand still palming his cock through his jeans. you crawl over to him until you’re kneeling in front of the chair.

steve inhales sharply as your hands work at his belt, the sound of the buckle clinking seeming to echo in the charged air between you. he lifts his hips slightly, allowing you to tug his jeans and boxers down his thighs, freeing his swollen, massive dick.

“i hate the two of you…” steve hisses through clenched teeth.

“no you don’t.” you and eddie say in unison.

steve groans when your soft, wet tongue grazes slightly along his sensitive cock, the feather-light touches sending jolts of pleasure racing up his spine.

“oo-oh, fuck!” he whines, finding balance by holding on to the chair’s arm.

steve throws his head back with a loud moan as your hot mouth engulfs his cock, the sudden shift from teasing licks to deep suction.

“god- jesus, baby.”

eddie is definitely enjoying the show from the bed, his hand going up and down on his already hard dick, giving it slow and precise strokes with a grin on his lips.

but just as quickly as it began, the exquisite sensation steve felt, is gone, leaving him empty and aching for more. you back away, a string of saliva connects your lower lip to the engorged head of his cock.

eddie couldn’t help but smirk even more at the disappointed look on steve’s face the second your mouth left his cock.

“fuck, aghnnn-” steve groans.

steve watches you return to the bed, his breathing heavy and ragged.

as you approach, eddie reaches out immediately, his warm hands wrapping around your waist to pull you flush against his bare chest. the contrast of your smooth skin against his hard muscles makes him hiss through his teeth.

“come here, baby... making me so hard.” eddie murmurs, his voice dropping into that low, authoritative tone he uses whenever you fuck.

you giggle softly, the sound making steve’s cock twitch.

eddie pushes you back onto the mattress, hovering over you as he looms above your frame. his eyes are dark with pure want.

“since you're being such a tease for steve, i think you owe me some undivided attention, don't you?” he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent before nipping lightly at your skin.

“mhm.” you bite your lip slightly and nod your head, locking eyes with steve as you spread your legs wider for eddie.

eddie groans at the sight of your legs falling open, exposing your dripping cunt to his hungry gaze. he settles between your thighs, the heat of his body radiating against your sensitive skin.

“fuck, baby... you're drenched.” eddie groans, running a finger through your folds teasingly. “all this just for me, huh? or for steve?”

“all for you, eddie.” the confession comes out innocent, only your eyes are on steve the entire time you say it.

eddie smirks at your move and leans down to replace his finger with his tongue. he starts lapping at your pussy so softly, steve could swear he saw your eyes roll into your head.

“oh- my god, eddie!” you moan too loud, grabing his long hair and pushing his head deeper between your legs.

eddie’s hands slide under your thighs, pushing them further apart as he delves deeper, his nose brushing against your clit, hitting all the right spots.

steve watches you two with hooded eyes, his hand working steadily over his hard dick. the wet sounds of eddie eating you out fill the room, punctuated by your loud moans and eddie’s muffled groans of enjoyment.

“jesus.” steve whispers through clenched teeth.

eddie surges up your body, capturing your lips in a searing kiss and leaving you aching for his tongue. the taste of your arousal mingles with steve’s flavor, creating an intoxicating combination.

“that kiss was almost enough to make me jealous.” steve smirks, his cock looking swollen in his hand.

“i’ll take good care of her, harrington.” eddie smirked, his large hands roaming your curves possessively.

steve chuckles huskily, a wicked gleam in his eye as he watches eddie stake his claim.

eddie rapidly shifts to kneel beside your head on the bed. he fists his thick cock, giving it a few slow pumps as he aims it towards your parted lips. your eyes filled with lust looking up at him were enough to make a man cry.

“wrap those pretty lips around my cock, baby. show steve what he’s missing.” he urges, his other hand coming to rest gently on the back of your head.

the scent of his arousal fills your nostrils as the swollen head of his cock brushes against your bottom lip, smearing it with pearly beads of pre cum.

“gonna be so good to you, eds.” you murmur against the tip og his cock.

“yeah, baby?” he praises softly, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone with surprising tenderness despite the raw hunger in his eyes.

you nod in response.

your hand wraps around the base of his dick, your fingers barely able to encircle it. the slow kitten licks you give on the sensitive head of his cock were already enough to make him cum right there.

“ahh, fuck... yes, just like that, baby.” eddie groans, his head falling back.

steve leans forward, elbows on his knees as he watches you work eddie over with hooded eyes. “fuck…”

eddie lets out a strangled moan, his fingers tangling in your hair as you focus your attentions solely on the swollen head of his cock. the dual sensations of your soft lips wrapped around just the tip and your skilled tongue swirling over his most sensitive spots quickly drive him to the brink.

“oh god, baby... just like that. suck on the tip, yes... fuck, your mouth feels incredible.” he babbles, his hips rocking slowly, attempting to fit more of him in your mouth.

steve was going insane sitting on that chair. his hand wasn’t enough anymore but he knew better than to get up.

eddie’s breath hitches as you take him deeper, your plush lips stretching around his thick lenght. the wet, sloppy sounds of your sucking fill the room.

“holy shit, that’s it. gonna make me cum so fast.” he growls, his hips starting to move faster, fucking into the tight space of your throat.

your soft and free fingers find their way to eddie’s balls, tearing a loud cry from his throat.

“ahh, fuck! look at how well she sucks me, harrington.” eddie pants, eyes switching from you to steve almost constantly.

steve’s eyes blaze with approval as he watches you deepthroat eddie with such ease. “shit- yeah, she does.” he praises roughly, his hand speeding up on his own aching cock.

the added stimulation of your fingers proves too much, and with a final shuddering moan, eddie hits his peak. “fuck! babe, i’m... i’m gonna cum!” he warns, his cock pulsing urgently against your lips as thick ropes of his cum paint your tongue and the back of your throat.

the sudden move of eddie’s hips fucking into your mouth make you gag around him. the sound bringing steve close to his own release.

eddie slowly withdraws from your mouth, his softening cock slipping free with a wet pop. he collapses back onto the bed, chest heaving as he comes down from his high, a soft grin on his handsome face.

“you’re fucking amazing, babe.” eddie grins widely, grabbing your chin with one hand and smashing his lips against yours. “tell steve to come lay down next to us.” he whispers into your ear so steve doesn’t hear.

you smirk and shiver under his breath, head turning to completely face steve now.

“c’mere, stevie.” you pat the empty spot next to you on the bed.

steve looks around for eddie’s reaction to what you just said, only to be met by a lazy smirk playing in his face. steve raises an eyebrow.

he stands slowly, his impressive erection bobbing with the movement as he stalks towards the bed like a predator eyeing its prey.

“jesus fuckin’ christ-” steve purrs, settling onto the bed beside you. he stretches out languidly, propping himself up on one elbow to watch you.

you slowly make your way to steve, settling your weight onto his lap, your plush ass brushing against his erection. his hands flex at his sides, itching to grab your hips and grind you down onto his aching cock, but he restrains himself, determined to follow your rules...

“fuck, sweetheart. you’re killing me over here. both of you.” steve growls lowly, his voice rough.

“be still, stevie.” you give his slightly open mouth a gentle peck. “eddie’s gonna take care of me now.”

both of your hands lay on top of steve’s chest now, finding balance as you arch your back for eddie. he positions himself behind you, one hand gripping your hip possessively while the other lines up his hardening length with your dripping entrance.

eddie teases you, dragging the blunt head of his cock along your folds, coating himself in your arousal. “just begging to be stuffed full, babe.”

“please, eds.” you moan out, fingers caressing steve’s hairy chest.

one of eddie’s hands slides up your body to cup your breast, kneading the soft mound and rolling your nipple between his fingers. a bead of sweat trickles down steve’s temple as he fights the urge to buck his hips, to seek friction against your cunt.

eddie finally sinks into your wet hole with a low groan, his thick cock stretching you out as he hilts himself fully inside you in one smooth stroke. “ooooh, fuck. feels so fucking good inside our girl’s pussy.”

“o-oooh fuck, shit eddie!” your voice comes out almost in a whisper, hand grabbing onto the sheet of the bed.

eddue sighs, enjoying the grip of your walls fluttering around him. he remains still for a moment, letting you adjust to his size as his hands map the curves of your body reverently.

well, unnecessarily letting you adjust to his size, you didn’t need it right now, you just needed eddie to move.

“move, eds. please.” you pant desperately.

eddie lets out a shaky laugh, his eyes darkening. he grips your hips firmly, his knuckles turning white as he prepares to give you exactly what you want.

“yeah, baby… anything you say.” he whispers.

he begins to move, withdrawing almost entirely before thrusting back into you slowly but steady. each stroke is deliberate, hitting your sweet spot with punishing accuracy.

“oh, ngggff eddie!” you moan loudly through clenched teeth.

“yeah, is that how you wanted it, angel? fuck! you’re so tight f’me.” eddie grunts as his hips start moving faster.

steve’s composure is fraying rapidly.

the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room, accompanied by the messy, wet noises of your pussy whenever eddie moves.

“eds is fucking me so good, steve, oh fuuuuuck.”

hearing your voice break with pleasure as you acknowledge how well eddie’s fucking you sends a jolt of pure, primal electricity straight to steve’s cock.

“i can see that, sweetheart... i can see exactly how much you're enjoying him.” steve growls, his voice vibrating through his chest where your hands rest.

“steve- oh my- fuck fuck, steve!” you moan his name despite him not being the one fucking you right now.

the way eddie is thrusting up into you is making your throat close, making it harder to even moan at this point.

“god, baby, you’re so loud.” eddie, fueled by your praise, lets out an animalistic grunt.

steve’s free hand comes up to caress your head while his eyes are still locked on your pussy and eddie’s cock thrusting up into it.

“lean back against steve, babe. arch that beautiful back and hold onto him. want you completely open for me.” eddie directed you.

eddie adjusts his grip on your hips, his fingers digging slightly into your flesh to guide your position.

as you lean back, your breasts brush against steve’s chest, and eddie’s pace becomes even more aggressive, his thrusts harder and deeper, aiming to bottom out inside you with every strike.

“that's it, babe...” he praises, letting out a low hiss as your pussy clamps down on him.

steve’s arms come up to wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest to steady you as eddie hammers into you. he doesn't touch your cunt, but he holds you firmly.

“‘s too much, eddie…” you cry out.

your nails dig into steve’s shoulder as the new angle allows eddie to hit even deeper.

“you’re going to mark me, sweetheart.” steve murmurs darkly against your ear, though there's absolutely no protest in his tone, only encouragement.

“nothing… i haven’t done before… harrington.” you try to reply clearly between hard thrusts. steve smirks at your answer.

you start bouncing back on eddie’s cock to help him with the pace, your head immediately falling back against steve’s shoulder.

eddie’s hands fly to your waist, his fingers bruising your skin as he helps guide your movements. he’s completely lost to the sensation, his head tossing back as he meets your hips with an upward surge of his own. the wet, slapping sounds of your bodies colliding not helping his case at all.

“oh fuck, i’m so close. harrington, help her.” eddie demands between loud pants.

a smirk curls steve’s lips at eddie’s words. the permission he's been waiting for finally arrives, and he doesn't hesitate.

his large, warm hand slides down from your waist, moving with purposeful intent until his fingers find your soaking wet pussy. he finds your swollen clit instantly, his thumb beginning to circle it with a firm pressure that contrasts perfectly with the rhythm of your bouncing.

“you feel so good. shit, i’m- i’m clo-se.” you don’t even know which one of them you’re talking to anymore, the mixed sensations are driving you closer and closer to cumming.

the sound of your moan breaking escapes both men simultaneously. eddie’s entire body goes rigid, his fingers digging painfully into your hips as he delivers several rapid, shallow thrusts.

he’s staring at you with a mixture of adoration and raw lust, his breath hitching in his throat. “that's it, baby... give it to us.”

steve doesn't miss a beat. sensing you're almost there, he increases the pressure of his thumb, circling your clit faster but softly, while his other hand slides up to grip your thigh, pinning it back to expose you even more to eddie’s relentless pounding.

steve leans in closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, his hot breath ghosting over your skin. “c’mon, sweetheart. come for us.”

“i’m cu-” you are too weak to even finish your sentence, your legs are almost giving out from the pleasure coming from both men.

steve’s hand continues its ruthless work on your clit, driving you toward the peak, while eddie’s thrusts become shorter, faster, and more desperate as he senses your orgasm approaching.

both men are watching your face, hungry to witness the exact moment your eyes roll back and you lose yourself to them.

your internal muscles clamp down on your boyfriend’s cock in a series of pulsing contractions that send him into his own orgasm.

“ahhhh! oh my god, nggghff-” your vision blurs, your back arches even further against steve’s chest, and a loud, broken cry tears from your throat as your orgasm crashes over you in waves.

“FUCK!” eddie groans, his own release triggered by the feeling of your climax squeezing him. he thrusts one last time, burying himself as deep as physically possible, and moans loudly as he spills himself inside you, his body shuddering violently against yours.

the sudden lack of movement leaves you both breathless and trembling. as your legs give out, you collapse forward, your weight pressing heavily against steve’s solid chest.

eds follows, his forehead dropping onto your shoulder, his chest heaving in sync with yours as he recovers from his explosive release. for a few moments, the only sound in the room is the synchronized, ragged gasping of three people pushed to their absolute limits.

steve catches both of you, his strong arms wrapping securely around your waists to ensure neither of you slips off his lap. he lets out a long exhale, his chin resting atop your head as he pulls you both closer, grounding you. his heart is thudding wildly against your cheek.

“easy… easy.” steve quietly reassures you both.

eddie slowly lifts his head from your shoulder, his face flushed and damp with sweat, a dazed smile tugging at his lips.

he reaches out a trembling hand to brush a stray lock of hair away from your forehead, his eyes shining with nothing but pure adoration.

“you were amazing, baby... so perfect.” he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper. he leans in to press a lingering, tender kiss to your temple.

you smile back at him, still not strong enough to speak up.

steve, meanwhile, remains the silent, sturdy pillar for you both. like he’s always been.

“so fucking perfect.” steve’s thumb traces a slow path along your jawline.

the bedroom is silent now, save for the heavy, synchronized breathing of the three of you.

you lie sandwiched between them, where it felt right. where it has been feeling right for the past few months. with eddie and steve.

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falling even more in love with you

Eddie x Female Reader

requested by @itzakicka

When Eddie Munson asks you on a camping trip with Corroded Coffin, you expect fun and mayhem, and not a single thing that’s actually coming your way, accompanied by the acoustic strum of a guitar.

Songfic: Lifehouse – "Hanging by a Moment"

Word count 2100

The van is packed full. Eddie drives, obviously, humming along to the heavy metal blaring from the stereo, while Freak, being tall, takes the front passenger seat. You are shoved in the back with Jeff, Gareth and two more girls, squished between tents, sleeping bags, mats, and the rest of the gear. You wobble on top of a cooler full of marinated meat on the bumpy road, trying to keep a hold on a 24-pack of beer. Jeff is hugging a bag full of liquor.

Summer just started, everything is bright green, and you’re excited for the first camping trip of the season.

Being the new manager, bartender, and waitress at the Hideout, after Bev just moved to Florida, has been a whirlwind. You love the chaos, the noise, and the music, but taking this job was a massive leap of faith. Your family expected you to stay put, keep quiet, and settle into a predictable, safe life. Stepping out on your own was terrifying, but you wanted to prove you could build something for yourself.

Eddie dreams just as big; you always catch him after Corroded Coffin's sets talking about sending out demos and touring far outside Indiana. When he invites you to go on the camping trip with them, you realize you didn’t take time off in a long time. 

“Tell me about the place,” you ask Jeff, trying to kill time over the rumble of the engine.

It’s not just a campsite. There’s a hiking trail, a waterfall, and an old abandoned mine with some local chupacabra legends attached to it. Just what you need—all scary movies start like this. The guys will get drunk, go explore with flashlights, scare the shit out of everyone, and someone will end up breaking a leg. Or someone eats last night’s spoiled meat and spends the rest of the trip in the bushes.

When you arrive, the place is breathtaking. It’s hard to believe such untouched nature is only two hours from Hawkins.

The van stops, and you’re eager to get out. Jeff starts hauling the heavy gear out of the back while Eddie hops out of the driver's seat and holds a hand up to help you down.

“What’s that for?” you ask, smiling. You’re still getting used to him; even though you manage the venue where his band plays every week, Eddie Munson is still a force of nature you're learning to navigate.

“What if you got a sleepy leg or something?”

You are a bit dizzy from the ride, so you take his warm, broad palm for balance and step down out of the back of the van.

The trees are as tall as skyscrapers, framing a bright blue sky. You look up in awe.

“Like what you see?” Eddie asks smoothly, his dark eyes lingering on yours a second longer than necessary.

Eddie steps back to stretch his arms, scouting the campsite. “Yeah, this is the place. Creek’s over there, and the trail goes up north. These are the marks from last summer,” he says, tapping the bark of a nearby tree.

You're helping Jeff unpack when you hear sudden laughter and heavy thuds. When you look over, Eddie is wrapped up in his own tent like a sausage, and Gareth and Freak are threatening to drag him away. A weak voice from inside the canvas narrates about a poor hobbit trapped by a giant spider.

You lean against a tree, giggling as you watch the chaotic scene unfold. Finally, Eddie breaks free and unwraps himself.

“Need a hand? For real?” you offer as he tries to fix his messy hair, looking flushed and giddy.

“Yeah. At least you won’t stab me in the back like these dwarves.”

“Hey, I read the book. Consider me an elven princess.”

“Wow,” Eddie says, raising an eyebrow. “Didn’t know the new Hideout boss read the Professor.”

“I did. And I still have one question: why didn’t they just summon the eagles right away?”

Eddie scratches his chin dramatically. “Nah, see, everyone asks that, but the eagles aren’t a taxi service.”

You laugh and help him pitch his tent, the back-and-forth easy and natural.

By early evening, camp is fully set up. The fire is roaring, the beers are cracked open, and everyone sits around the clearing while Eddie and Jeff arrange marinated meat on an iron mesh grill. Gareth plays soft rock ballads on his acoustic guitar. The twilight thickens around the trees, and fireflies begin to blink mysteriously through the shadows.

It doesn't take long for the rest of the guys to suggest going to check out the abandoned mine.

You refuse immediately, offering to stay behind and hold down the fort. To your surprise, Eddie chooses to stay too.

“Someone’s gotta guard the camp from bears,” Eddie announces calmly.

“Wait, there are bears?” one of the girls asks, suddenly looking nervous.

“No worries,” Eddie says, entirely unbothered. “I know how to handle a bear. First, throw shit in its eyes...”

You roll your eyes and crawl into your tent to double-check where your bear whistle is. By the time you find it and step back outside, the rest of the group has headed off into the dark. It’s just you and Eddie. He nurses a beer, watching you curiously from across the fire.

“So," Eddie begins, leaning back with that familiar lopsided grin that usually meant he was trying to charm his way into extra stage time.“Taking over the Hideout. Taking on Hawkins. That was a big move.”

“It was,” you admit, sitting on a log near the flames. “Everyone thought I’d stay home, play it safe, never push past the town line. But I wanted to prove I could do something real. On my own.”

“I get that,” Eddie says, his gaze intensely focused on his boots. “People like to put you in a box. Decide who you are before you even get a chance to figure it out yourself. It takes guts to break out of it.”

“What about you?” you ask genuinely caring for his band. “With the music?”

“Oh, I’m getting out,” Eddie says, a sincere smile reaching his eyes. “One day, Corroded Coffin leaves this dirt town in the dust.” He pauses, suddenly looking right at you. “Though... having you running the Hideout makes staying around here a whole lot more interesting.”

Your heart gives a sharp thud against your ribs.

“What are you doing?” You ask, scared of where the conversation is going. 

“Wrapping potatoes in foil," Eddie mutters, suddenly very focused on the task. “So we’ve got baked potatoes for breakfast.”

“Let me help.”

You kneel by the fire pit, and Eddie uses a sturdy stick to roll the glowing coals aside. When you stand back up, there’s a streak of dark campfire dirt across your bare knees. Eddie pulls his bandana out of his back pocket, steps closer, and carefully wipes the dirt away.

“You’re doing great, you know,” he whispers, looking up at you with deep, dark eyes. “There. All clean.”

You swallow hard, the tension between you humming louder than the crickets in the brush.

The rest of the group is gone for a long time. You and Eddie finish packing away the food, and he sits back down, idly fumbling with his guitar while you wrap a thick shawl around your shoulders and listen. He strums soft, lingering chords—a melody that feels less like heavy metal and more like a rock ballad, suspended in the cool summer night air. 

His long fingers gently pluck the strings matching his humming to the music. 

Desperate for changing

Starving for truth

You are this close to getting up and checking his temperature but you brace yourself and lean closer. 

I'm closer to where I started

I'm chasing after you

His voice turns dreamy and sweet, wrapping around you like a blanket. You notice he’s watching your reaction and you look away, afraid of what would follow if you meet his eyes. Eddie stops playing, holding the note, like he hasn't finished composing it. 

The silence between you is easy, comfortable, yet charged.

“Wanna see the waterfall?” Eddie lights a cigarette, shielding the flame with his hands. His cheekbones and jaw look more prominent in the low light. 

“It’s dark already, I don’t want to get lost.”

“It’s really close. I’ve been there a few times. No way we lose the trail.”

Eddie is already up and offering you his hand. You take it, allowing him to pull you up.

The forest is magical. There are more stars in the sky than you’ve ever seen in your life. The path is uneven, and a few times you feel Eddie’s arm supporting your elbow to catch you.

At the clearing, you're left speechless. The waterfall cascades into a small, secluded pool shimmering in the starlight.

“Care to join?”

You turn around and gasp. Eddie is already stripping off his clothes and leaving them on the bank. Droplets of mist shine in his dark curls as he glides into the water.

“You’re missing out,” Eddie calls softly, dipping so only his head sticks out. “C’mon. Don’t you want to wash off the road dust?”

“I don’t have a swimsuit.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Eddie grins, his doe eyes sparkling with mischief. “It’s pitch black out here. Nobody’s watching.”

Fuck it, you think. You’ve spent your whole life being cautious, doing what was expected.

“Fine. Don’t look.”

“Promised.” Eddie turns toward the other side of the pool.

You quickly shed your clothes, leaving them stacked on a dry rock, and plunge into the water. It’s biting cold at first, making you squeak, but as you submerge, a wave of pure adrenaline and freedom washes over you.

Before you know it, Eddie is swimming back toward you.

“I knew you had a bit of a rebel in you,” he says, his voice thick and low.

He comes to a stop right in front of you, the water swirling around your chests. Eddie reaches out, his fingers gently tucking a stray, wet lock of hair behind your ear. His hand lingers on the back of your neck, his thumb tracing your jawline before he pulls you in.

When his plush lips brush yours, it’s soft at first, testing the waters. But as you open with a soft sigh, melting into his mouth, the kiss deepens. His hand cups the back of your head, holding you close as his tongue glides against yours. Your knees turn to jelly in the water, and you instinctively reach up, grabbing his shoulders for support.

The world shrinks down to the sound of the falling water, the cold pull of the stream, and the scorching heat of Eddie’s mouth on yours.

When you finally break the kiss to catch your breath, your chest is heaving. You look at him, breathless under the canopy of stars. Eddie leans close and hums very quietly against your temple:

I'm falling even more in love with you... 

Letting go of all I've held onto... 

I'm standing here until you make a move... 

I'm hanging by a moment here with you.

“Eddie...” you whisper, voice trembling slightly in the cool night air.

“Okay, confession time," Eddie says, rubbing the back of his neck. "I may or may not have engineered this entire thing specifically so you'd end up stranded out here with me."

“Am I that easy?” You smile into his lips.

He kisses you again, tenderly this time, and continues: 

“Well if you resisted the skinny dip I had planned,  s’mores and getting lost on the hike together were my last resorts.”

“Am I still getting s’mores?”

“Absolutely, I’ll roast a perfect one for you.”

“Considering the meat, does perfect mean burnt?”

“Well done.”

“Was the mine a part of the setup too?”

“Oh.” Eddie chuckles softly. “The mine’s been blown shut for two years. Gareth, Jeff and Freak just wanted to show off for the girls.” Eddie pulls you closer.

After a long, quiet moment wrapped in each other's arms in the water, Eddie guides you back to the grassy bank. You step out onto the shore, shivering slightly in the crisp night air. Eddie picks your shawl and drapes it over your shoulders, wrapping his arms around you from behind to pull you against his warm chest.

“I’m not implying anything, but if you get cold or just can’t sleep, I can help, you know? Just for warmth and security…”

Together, you sit on the soft grass near the edge of the water, wrapped up together, watching the mist rise off the pool under the stars until you ask: 

“Your tent or mine?

@dreaming-of-black-clouds camping with Eddie SFW version

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[selenevesper]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓

𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃!𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Getting high with your guy best friend and he starts listing reasons you should let him put his cock inside you. Based on this post.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: +18 MDNI, little bit of handjob, smut, unprotected sex, smoking weed, hint of size kink. I think that's all, lmk if i missed something.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 4,5K

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: Yes, i'm still on hiatus but i'm still writing some ideas and requests that you guys sent me. I didn't really like how this went because i had something different in mind for this oneshot, but i was listening to ethel cain and maybe it got to my head so i wrote more...no, less sexy than i intended. But i hope you guys like it!! My requests are still open (and the anon option is back yay!!) so send me some ideas to write. Love you all, thank u for being patient with me. 🩷

The apartment's living room was shrouded in a whitish haze, filled with distorted guitar riffs and vocals indistinguishable amidst a symphony of screams and guttural growls. Eddie was currently sprawled across the vintage red velvet sofa, legs dangling over the armrest and head tilted back against the cushions; he looked like a marionette that had gotten too close to the fire — melted and then discarded.

His limbs lay heavy and loose, sprawled across the sofa almost like the exaggerated pose of a body at a crime scene, while his eyes were half-closed and his mouth twisted into a scowl that looked like disgust as he gave his head a subtle, minimal shake — it was just his own peculiar way of showing he was enjoying good music — specifically, the guitar riff that made the floorboards vibrate and would almost certainly earn him a complaint from the downstairs neighbor within minutes.

The weed had hit both of you harder than usual, turning the apartment into an almost slow-motion sanctuary where the only things that mattered were the rhythmic pulse of the bass and the way the sun filtered through the loosely closed blinds in irregular golden bands.

"Pass the lighter, please?" Eddie murmured, his voice hoarse and drawling. He didn't move his head; he simply extended a tattooed hand, the ink snaking up his forearm in sharp, geometric patterns. He had a way of moving that was always slightly dramatic, even when he was practically unconscious from a joint.

He smiled, the dimples beside his mouth deepening as he met your gaze, while dark brown curls tumbled over his shoulders in a chaotic tangle. You leaned forward, sliding the lighter across the coffee table, feeling your limbs as if they were made of hot, softened wax on the verge of turning to liquid.

You had spent the last three hours in exactly that state — talking about everything and nothing, arguing about vinyl records, and sinking deeper into the cushions until you almost merged with the furniture. There was a comfortable weight to the silence between you, the kind that exists only between two people who have seen each other at their worst and decided they still liked the view.

"Have you ever thought about how we’re basically just ghosts inhabiting flesh suits? No… aliens in a robot suit made of flesh, just like in the movie MIB," Eddie asked, his voice drifting as if he were narrating a documentary only he could hear.

He shifted his position, turning onto his side to face you in a slow, languid movement; the light caught his ear gauges, the silver rings glinting as he propped himself up on his elbow. The metal music shifted to something slower, a dense, hypnotic rhythm that seemed to sync with the pulsating heat beginning to coil in the pit of your stomach.

He didn’t pull away when you stepped closer, your shoulder brushing against his. Instead, he reached out, sliding his hand along your shoulder with a tenderness that anchored you amidst that haze of smoke and metal. His fingertips were calloused from guitar strings, yet they grazed the curve of your breast with a light, teasing precision that made your breath hitch.

"Speaking of 'meat suits'…" he murmured, his brown eyes darkening, "I’ve been thinking of a few reasons why you should finally let me put this meat inside you."

You let out a low, breathless laugh, but the sound died away when you felt movement against his jeans. Eddie wasn't just talking; he was touching himself, his other hand sliding down to stroke his length right over the fabric.

He was in no rush, moving at a slow, deliberate pace that accentuated the thick, heavy outline of his cock. He pressed lightly against you; the friction of the denim created a low, thumping in your chest that competed with the bass of the music.

"Reason number one," he whispered, dimples appearing in a predatory, playful smile, "we’re already halfway there. The vibe is perfect. Reason number two…" He paused, his hand squeezing tighter, shifting the angle so you could see exactly how much space he took up. "You know I’m huge, right? Like, pornstar big."

"Shut up," you managed to say, though the protest lacked any real conviction. Your voice came out low, swallowed by the music's heavy distortion and the rising heat of the room.

Eddie didn’t blink, his gaze was fixed on yours with an intensity that felt like a physical weight. He was no longer laughing, the playfulness had given way to something hungrier, though the warmth remained.

He shifted his weight, pressing his thigh firmly against yours, the heat of his skin radiated through his jeans. His hand continued that slow, rhythmic motion, the denim stretching taut over his thickness.

"I'm serious," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave and vibrating in the small space between you. "I'm massive. Touch it and see."

The challenge hung in the air, drifting languidly like smoke. You hesitated for a moment, your pulse pounding in your throat, before reaching out.

The instant your fingers grazed the rough denim, Eddie didn't wait for you to find your rhythm; with a fluid, practiced motion, he hooked his thumbs into his waistband and pushed his jeans — along with his underwear — down, freeing himself with a heavy, sudden thud against his navel.

You froze, the air escaping you in a sharp exhale as you looked down. It was magnificent — pulsing with a raised vein that ran along the base to the tip, the head swollen and leaking, flushed a deep reddish hue that contrasted sharply with the pale skin of the shaft. It was far larger than you had imagined; heavy, imposing, and of a length that seemed to defy the very definition of the word.

"Holy shit," you whispered, eyes wide as you darted your gaze between his impressive size and his face. "This is going to break me."

Eddie’s expression was one of pure, triumphant satisfaction; he arched his hips slightly, showing himself off with intense confidence. "God, I hope so," he groaned, the sound rumbling deep in his chest.

He reached out, his hand finding the back of your neck and pulling you just a few inches closer, close enough for the heat radiating from him to envelop your skin.

You didn't wait for him to urge you on again, your fingers closed around him, and the first thing you noticed was the searing, pulsing heat that seemed to vibrate in time with your own heart. He was solid — his skin smooth yet stretched taut over the sturdy structure of his length.

As your hand slid upward, feeling how he filled your palm — your fingers unable to fully wrap around him — Eddie let out a sharp, hissing gasp, his head hit the back of the sofa with a dull thud, and his eyes closed as he surrendered to the contact.

"Shit," he murmured, his voice strained. "You’ve got quite a grip, sweetheart."

You didn't answer, too occupied with what was right in front of you; you slid your hand down, feeling the weight of his balls and the way he pulsed against your palm. You squeezed his dick lightly with the other hand, testing his firmness, and Eddie’s hips jerked instinctively upward as a low, guttural sound escaped from deep in his throat.

"Careful," he gasped, though his eyes were open now, half-lidded and dark, revealing a mix of pride and desperation. "If you keep doing that, I won't be able to wait until the list is finished."

You let out a shaky laugh as your thumb caressed the head of his cock, noticing how he jerked at the touch. The weed had softened the outlines of the room; the velvet of the sofa felt like moss beneath your touch, and the air seemed thick, almost like liquid goo.

You moved closer, and his scent — spicy, woody vanilla, tobacco, and a faint hint of sweat — overwhelmed your senses. As you shifted, your knee brushed against his thigh; the contact sent a jolt through you that made your toes curl against the sofa.

Eddie’s hand, which had been resting at the nape of your neck, slid to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him to claim the space, his solid frame enveloping you completely. He lowered his gaze to where your small hand could barely grasp his thickness, and a slight smile appeared on his lips; his dimples appeared one last time before his expression turned serious.

“Reason number three,” Eddie whispered, his voice nothing more than a breath against your ear. "Chemistry. We have plenty of that, don't we?" He didn't wait for an answer; his hips surged forward, pressing his hot, velvet-smooth length against the seam of your jeans.

The contact was electric — a sudden, intense flare of heat that made your breath hitch. You felt the tremor in his thighs, the tension of muscles coiled like a spring, holding back a surge of urgency that threatened to spill over. He wasn't trembling from the effects of the weed, but from the immense effort of staying still while you explored his impressive size.

You shifted your grip, sliding your hand to the base of his member and pulling upward in a slow, firm motion; the friction of your palm against his skin created a wet, sliding sound that seemed to amplify as the music’s volume suddenly dropped.

Eddie’s eyes flew open, his pupils dilated to the point of swallowing the brown of his irises, turning them almost black; he let out a sound that was half-moan, half-gasp as his fingers dug into the small of your back.

"You're killing me," he said in a hoarse voice, his head lolling to the side as he struggled to breathe. "You're really killing me."

You didn't let up; you slid your hand back down to the base and closed your fingers around him again, this time squeezing with slow, deliberate pressure. The sound that escaped Eddie didn't even seem human — a low, guttural rumble that started in his chest and ended in a sharp intake of breath, making his entire torso shudder.

"You're talking too much, Munson," you whispered, your voice sounding distant and hazy to your own ears. You leaned forward, your chest brushing against his arm, the lust between the two of you was now a physical force that seemed to distort the hazy air.

Eddie’s eyes locked onto yours, the hunger there was almost predatory, yet softened by the warm, familiar affection that had defined your friendship for years. He made no move to push you away, nor did he pull back.

His breath came in short, ragged gasps; he shifted his hips, his weight and girth sliding against your palm. The friction created a searing sensation that made your head spin and your senses blur — like an addictive drug you’d discovered and had no intention of giving up.

“I’ve got plenty of reasons,” he managed to say, though his voice was nothing more than a hoarse whisper. “The fourth reason… the way you’re looking at me right now, like you want to see if I really fit inside you.”

“You’re dangerous…” you whispered, but you didn’t pull your hand away. You shifted your weight, moving off the velvet cushion to kneel between his legs, which were spread wide across the sofa.

The change in perspective made him look even more irresistible: his chest rising and falling beneath the thin fabric of his shirt, his long hair fanned out against the sofa, creating a dark, wild aura. From that angle, his imposing presence was even more overwhelming; the room seemed to shrink, the walls receding until nothing remained but the distorted sound of the speakers and his scent — intense, masculine, and intoxicatingly warm.

Eddie let out a long, shaky breath, his head falling back against the sofa once more; his eyes were closed and his jaw was set, yet he remained completely attuned to the sensation of your touch. His hand, still resting on your shoulder, gave a light squeeze, his thumb grazing the line of your collarbone.

“The fifth reason…” He groaned, the words barely escaping his lips. “I… God, I thought about this every time we hung out these past few months. Every time you laughed at my jokes, every time you touched my arm… I just wanted to feel you all around me.”

The sincerity in those words hit you harder than the weed. The air in the room was heavy, thick with the mounting tension of months of pent-up desire and unfinished sentences.

You looked up at him, seeing the vulnerability beneath his tough guy act, the way his chest rose and fell in ragged, breathless movements. He was laying himself bare — raw and exposed — waiting for you to decide if the risk posed by his size was worth the reward of his touch.

You didn’t answer with words; you simply leaned forward, your lips grazing the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. Eddie let out a sharp, stifled sound — something between a gasp and a plea — and his fingers dug into the fabric of your top, pulling you closer.

You could feel the heat radiating from him in waves — a furnace of anticipation that made goosebumps rise across your skin. With a slow, deliberate movement, you slid your hand back along the length of his body; your palm molded to his imposing thickness, feeling him shudder and pulse beneath your touch.

"Six," Eddie whispered, his eyes half-lidded and heavy with dark desire. "Reason number six… because I know exactly how to take care of you. Once I’m inside, I’m not letting you go anytime soon."

You reached for the button of your jeans; as you lowered the zipper, the cool air of the apartment brushed against your skin for a split second before you felt his searing heat pressing against your thigh. He was so large he seemed like a physical barrier — a wall of heat and muscle that demanded your full attention and took up nearly all the space on the furniture.

As you pushed your jeans and panties down, the sudden absence of fabric felt like a release; you shifted, sliding back until you were stretched out on the velvet cushions, your legs parting instinctively to make room for him.

Eddie didn’t move immediately; he just watched you, his chest heaving and his eyes tracing your face as if searching for any sign of hesitation. Seeing you open to him seemed to break something loose inside him, and he let out a low, guttural sound, more of a growl than a word.

He moved with agonizing, deliberate slowness, kneeling on the couch as he settled between your thighs. It was impossible to ignore his approach; the heavy, throbbing head of his cock brushed against your entrance, and the friction made you arch your back. He let out a ragged breath, his forehead resting against yours, his dark curls forming a curtain that shut out the rest of the apartment.

“Do you still think it’s too much?” he murmured, his voice a vibration you could feel in your very bones.

“Just do it,” you whispered, your fingers digging into his biceps and pulling him closer.

Eddie didn’t rush. He couldn’t. The size and thickness of his cock demanded a patience that contrasted with the desperate hunger in his eyes; he shifted his weight, bracing himself on his forearms with his chest hovering just inches above yours. He took a deep breath — a shaky, audible intake that rumbled in his throat — and then pushed forward a little.

He was so thick that the sensation wasn't one of sliding, but rather of a slow, insistent expansion; you felt his blunt head stretching you open, breaking through the initial resistance with a heavy, relentless force.

A small, involuntary gasp escaped you as your fingers dug into his biceps, feeling the rock-hard muscle tense beneath your touch. Eddie froze and waited, his eyes locked on yours, searching for any sign that it was too much.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice hoarse, as if it had been dragged over gravel.

“I– Fuck, don’t stop…” you pleaded, arching your hips upward, unconsciously seeking that blend of pleasure, pain and being completely filled.

Eddie let out a low, distorted groan and shifted his hands; one slid from your shoulder to cup the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair to maintain eye contact as he pushed deeper.

The sensation was overwhelming, a forceful, pulsing power that made the air escape your lungs in a sharp, ragged hiss. You could feel every vein and ridge of him as he slowly navigated the tight space; his thickness left no room for anything but him; a collision of wet friction and wild desire, the feeling of being completely filled. As he drove in another inch, your hips lifted instinctively, your body trying to make room for his colossal size.

“Holy… shit,” Eddie groaned, his voice breaking. He had stopped moving, his forehead pressed against yours, his chest heaving in violent, ragged breaths.

He was trembling, muscles taut, fighting the urge to simply thrust with full force; the pleasure of that tight, snug fit was clearly pushing him to the limit.

The look on his face was one of absolute, agonizing ecstasy, a religious epiphany and a physical breakdown all at once.

He shifted his grip, his large, tattooed hands slid beneath your thighs to lift your hips higher, positioning you so he could thrust even deeper.

The change in position allowed him to go to the absolute limit, his weight pressing you into the cushions as he let out a long, shuddering breath.

He looked down at you — his brown eyes wide and glazed — and his dimples flashed briefly as a wild, hungry smile touched his lips.

"You’re really taking it all," he murmured, his voice hoarse and broken. "God, you’re so tight… it’s like you’re trying to squeeze the soul right out of me."

"Maybe I am," you managed to stammer, your voice sounding distant even to your own ears. You wrapped your legs around his waist, crossing your ankles to anchor yourself against his overwhelming force.

The sensation of being stretched to the limit was dizzying, a heavy, throbbing pressure that made the room spin faster than any high from the weed ever could. With every thrust, it felt as though he were rearranging your internal organs, opening up a space that had never existed before.

Eddie’s breathing came in a series of ragged, desperate gasps. He began to move again, but the rhythm shifted from a steady cadence to something more primal and erratic, his movements grew shorter, sharper, and more frenzied.

The friction of his thick length against the walls of your cunt was almost unbearable, making you arch your back and throw your head back against the sofa cushions. You could feel the bass vibrations from the speakers echoing through his chest and directly into yours, syncing with the heavy pounding of his heart.

"I can't—" Eddie groaned, his voice thick with emotion. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that made you shiver. "I can't believe you actually fit… God, you're so hot."

He shifted his body, placing all his weight on you and pressing you against the soft fabric of the sofa. The added pressure only drove him deeper, pushing past every limit until you felt his tip against your cervix that sent a wave of white-hot pleasure radiating through your lower belly.

"Reason seven," Eddie managed to say, his voice a hoarse, ragged sound; his eyes were squeezed shut, his head tossing from side to side as he struggled for breath. "Reason seven… is that I can't… God, I can't breathe— fuck, when I'm inside you." He let out a guttural roar, the sound vibrating deep within his chest.

"Eddie," you whispered softly, his name barely more than a breath. You weren't sure if you were asking him to stop or begging him never to let go.

"God, you're like… a vice," Eddie groaned, his voice cracking as he gripped your hips, tattooed fingers sinking into your skin to hold you steady, breathing as if he’d just run a marathon, his chest heaving against yours.

"I can feel every… every inch of you squeezing me. It’s unfair. That’s cheating."

You let out a shaky, breathless laugh, your legs locked tight around his waist, pulling him even deeper into that heat.

"Who's cheating? It's you… you practically have a whole tree trunk attached to you."

"And yet you let me plant that trunk in your soil," he shot back, a manic, dimpled grin breaking through the ecstasy.

He shifted the angle, hoisting one of your legs over his shoulder to spread you wide open, the change in position allowed him to thrust with agonizing depth, his weight pressing you into the fabric as he drove all the way in.

You let out a sharp, stifled moan, your toes curling as his thick head hit that same white-hot spot, sending a fresh jolt of electricity racing through your hips.

His movements had turned heavy and relentless, every thrust was a slow, overwhelming slide that made it feel as though your skin were fusing with his, forcing your opening wide with a searing, slick heat that made your breath come in short, ragged gasps.

An intense, vibrant pressure spread through you, turning your muscles to liquid lava, you arched your back, your hips instinctively tilting to meet him, seeking that overwhelming impact again and again.

The friction was immense, a wet, slapping sound echoing the music’s deep bass, creating a sensory loop that drove you closer and closer to the edge.

"Eddie, please," you moaned softly, though you didn't even know exactly what you were asking for, you only knew that the sensation of being completely filled by him was the only thing in the world that mattered right then.

"Please what, sweetheart? Be specific," Eddie panted, his voice a hoarse, ragged whisper.

He didn't slow down, digging his heels into the sofa for leverage and driving into you with sudden, sharp intensity, hitting the same spot over and over.

You couldn't find the words, so you simply wrapped your legs around his waist, crossing your ankles and squeezing with all your might.

He began moving in shorter, frenzied thrusts, each withdrawal was a teasing, agonizingly slow release of pressure, immediately followed by a devastatingly deep thrust that seemed to rearrange your insides.

The sensation was overwhelming, a total occupation of your body that made the rest of the world — the music, the smell of weed, the mess of his apartment — fade into a distant, irrelevant blur. Nothing existed but his heavy, sliding weight and the way he filled every available millimeter of you.

"Right there," you moaned, your voice a fragile thread of desire and pleading. "Eddie, right there."

"Almost… right there," he gasped, his voice a shattered shadow of who he used to be.

The friction was turning into an overwhelming blaze, a searing heat that dissolved the boundaries between where your body ended and his began.

His movements shifted from rhythmic to desperate, his breath escaped in ragged, guttural sounds. He drove into you with absolute, focused intensity, bracing his heavy thighs against the velvet cushions as he sought the deepest connection possible. With every full thrust, he let out a low, trembling groan that made your entire body vibrate with raw, visceral desire.

"Holy… shit," Eddie moaned, his voice wavering.

He let out a long, guttural sound — half-groan, half-cry — as he slammed his hips against yours and buried himself deep, his entire body shuddering from the force of a release that seemed to make even the floorboards vibrate. He froze, his whole body locked in a rigid line of tension, muscles taut and trembling.

You felt his sudden, hot surge pulsing deep against your cervix and moaned a long, high-pitched sound of absolute surrender as his forehead dropped onto your shoulder and you finally gave in to the overwhelming pleasure of climax, your breath coming in ragged, shaky gasps.

He didn't pull away immediately, he remained there, lost in the intense, pulsing heat of your body as your heartbeats synchronized in the sudden silence, before collapsing onto you with his forehead resting on your shoulder and his chest heaving in ragged, panting spasms.

He shifted and slid out of you, dropping onto the sofa beside you, a slow, reluctant withdrawal that seemed to last an eternity. As he slid out, a sense of emptiness took hold, his sudden absence was almost as impactful as the penetration itself, making you shiver despite the warmth of the apartment.

He let out a long, shaky breath, letting his head fall back against the velvet as he stared at the ceiling, dark curls plastered to his forehead with sweat.

"Holy… God," he breathed, his voice returning to that husky charm, though stripped of all pretense. He looked at you, a hint of a smile returning to his lips. "Did I… you know… break you? Be honest. On a scale of one to ten, how much of a wreck are you right now?"

"Eleven," you managed to say, your voice hoarse and fragile. "I think you actually shifted my organs, I can feel my liver in a different place."

Eddie let out a loud, rich laugh, the sound echoing through the room.

"You know," Eddie murmured, traces of laughter still in his voice, "the list had twelve reasons. I only managed to say seven."

You let out a low, weary laugh, turning your face to look at him. "Seven reasons seems like more than enough to me."

Eddie let out a deep, resonant laugh that vibrated through his entire body and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you so close that there wasn't a breath of air between you.

The room was dark, the late afternoon light had taken on a purplish hue, matching the languid, lazy atmosphere that had settled over you both.

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[perfidious04]

But I'm Not Like Her

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female reader

word count: 4.9k

Summary: Insecurities after Eddie casually mentions the perfection that Chrissy Cunningham is. What if the unspoken feelings are mutual between the two?

Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, smoking, insecurity, comparison, happy ending

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The furious scratching of your pen halted when Eddie's voice broke through the silence.

"Do you think I could ever do Mrs. Wheeler?" Your head snapped up, disbelief flashing across your face. Eddie leaned back, blunt dangling between his fingers, smoke curling lazily around his grin. That grin always managed to look both reckless and stupid while remaining devastatingly charming.

"What." The word came out flat, sharp, your chest tightening at the audacity of his question.

He exhaled slowly, eyes glinting with mischief. “You heard me. I mean, do you think I could realistically bag Mrs. Wheeler?”

You licked your lips as you stared at the man in front of you. The old wooden table creaked as he shifted to face you fully, curls falling into his eyes. You stared at him, trying to find the right words, trying not to betray the fact that you were hopelessly and irreparably in love with him. No matter how stupid his questions could be.

"No."' you shrugged your shoulders a bit and looked at the now deflated smile on your best friend's face. A triumphant smile creeping up on your own. All this before looking down at your sheet of paper, going back to writing the essay you had been putting off, one that you would surely have to convince Eddie to do.

“Why not? Think about it- me and Mrs. Wheeler would be the hottest couple in Hawkins.” His voice carried that theatrical cadence, the voice that painfully screamed Eddie. The same one he used when narrating Hellfire campaigns, except now it was about Nancy Wheeler's mother not to mentions mikes mother.

You sighed, lips twitching despite yourself. “Okay, number one: she’s Mike’s mom. Two: she’s married. And three: she’s waiting for me to turn a respectable age so she can leave her husband and marry me.”

Eddies mouth a gap. Eddie Munson's theatrics came in full kick.

Eddie’s jaw dropped, hands flying wildly in protest. “You’re insane. She’d pick me over you any day. I’m her dream man.”

“You don’t have boobs, Eddie. Everyone likes boobs. Doesn’t matter if you’re gay or straight- boobs are boobs.”

The argument spiraled, your essay forgotten, laughter and sharp words bouncing between you. Then, in a rare moment, Eddie passed you the joint.

A rare occurrence for Eddie Munson. When he first met you, he noticed you hated the smoking. He always noticed the way your nose scrunched when he smoked, the way your eyes lingered on the burning paper. He offered every time, and sometimes you accepted. Not because you liked it, but because it felt like sharing the blunt was sharing something deeper, something intimate. Like every inhale was a kiss you’d never get to have. You hated the idea and sight of him burning up his lungs and ruining them. You constantly joked about how he would die with his lung suddenly bursting and him blowing up.

It started when life got harder, and you needed comfort, that, and you just felt that it brought you closer to Eddie as if the high bonded your souls together.

Eddie rambled on, his theatrics pulling smiles from you despite the heaviness in your chest. But then his tone shifted.

“I’m gonna need you to write down Cunningham’s name in that list thing you keep.” His gaze landed on your face once again, scanning over you as he played with his rings, his untamable curls framing his face.

Your head snapped towards him. “Cunningham? As in Chrissy Cunningham?”

He nodded, lips curling into a small, almost shy smile. “Yep. That one.”

Your brows furrowed. “She’s buying?” You had never heard of or imagined perfect little Chrissy Cunningham near Eddie, much less buying from him.

“Yeah. Shocked me too.” His grin widened, rings glinting as he toyed with them.

“And you’re selling to her?” Your voice was sharper now, suspicion lacing every word. Your eyes squinting at Eddie to see if it was one of his thoroughly played out jokes

“Yeah. We talked earlier. I was debating it, though. I wouldn’t want to ruin her.”

The words hit like a punch to your gut.

Wouldn’t want to ruin her.

Your stomach dropped. The sudden spiral of thoughts going through your head overwhelming every sense of your being. Did Eddie think you were ruined? Damaged goods because you occasionally smoked with him, always laughed with him, and lived in his chaotic orbit? Was Chrissy untouchable, pure, while you were already a damaged good? Were you a lost cause for not being an untouchable being that Eddie couldn't obtain?

You swallowed hard, his voice fading into background noise as he rambled about Hellfire.

I wouldn't want to ruin her.

wouldn't.

want.

to.

ruin.

her.

Sure, the comment was made with no malice behind it, but you knew about Eddie's middle school crush on Chrissy Cunningham. You had met Eddie in 8th grade. Well, his 8th grade your sixth. You only realized your crush on Eddie in the 8th and his sophomore year.

But the words hung in the air. You swallowed.

Did Eddie think he ruined you? Were you damaged goods now that you indulged and hung around him? Was Chrissy this untouchable being pure of sin or whatever made you ruined? Did the smoking make you broken or ruined? Did he mean to say that Chrisy was worth more to a degree, or was she held to a higher pedestal than you because she was Chrisy?

"They have no idea what's coming, I mean, I have been working on this for weeks-" Eddie, being caught off guard by the look on your face.

"Ruin her?" the slight hurt and pit in your stomach fighting hard to be masked and hidden away, or at least attempted to be hidden from Eddie.

"You think you will ruin her with weed?"' confusion took over, rather than that overbearing feeling in your chest.

Eddie froze, wincing. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just mean… she’s Chrissy. She wouldn’t be caught dead doing this. Not that it’s bad. It’s just… she’s Chrissy.”

He gave a half smile, still wincing as he heard his own response leaving his mouth.

"Oh." you swallowed hard trying to shake the sinking feeling in your gut.

Shes Chrissy.

You felt yourself slipping into your head and rubbed your fingers against the table. Eddie opened his mouth, closed it and swallowed.

The name echoed in your head, heavy and cruel. You weren’t Chrissy.

You smiled up at him with a tight line.

"So, at what time is your next campaign I need to know what Henderson has to say about it."

Eddie hesitated, guilt flickering across his face, but then he launched back into his rant, words tumbling out with his usual flare. You nodded, pretending to listen, eyes drifting back to your paper.

But the essay blurred, meaningless. All you could hear was the echo.

She’s Chrissy.

its Chrissy.

She's Chrissy, its different.

You aren't Chrissy.

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A week had passed since you had become hyperaware of Chrissy Cunningham's existence, your eyes would linger as she passed by the halls. Chrissy Cunningham’s name had become a ghost that haunted every hallway, every classroom. Your eyes lingered on her without meaning to, tracing the way she laughed with her friends, the way she seemed untouchable. Even when Eddie’s arm draped casually around your shoulders, the warmth that used to feel protective now burned with doubt. It wasn’t the same flare of happiness it once sparked it felt hollow, like a reminder of what you weren’t. You told yourself Eddie didn’t think of you as ruined, that he loved you in his own way, maybe not the romantic kind you dreamed of, but something deeper, something platonic and safe. And wasn’t that better than nothing? Better to be loved in fragments than not at all. Still, the words hung in the air. I wouldn’t want to ruin her, echoing like a curse, twisting every smile into a question you couldn’t answer.

Movie nights with Eddie were your sanctuary, the one place where the world blurred into laughter and comfort. You couldn’t always afford the tapes, but somehow Eddie always managed to pull one out of thin air, grinning like he’d just robbed the universe.

“Alright, sweetheart, tonight’s feature presentation: low-budget horror with questionable acting and even worse wallpaper choices,” Eddie announced, throwing his arms wide as if he were on stage.

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous. Who paints their kitchen lime green?”

“The true horror isn’t the killer, it’s the interior design, blind, I tell you. All of them blind,” Eddie quipped, leaning forward with mock seriousness.

The movie played, but Eddie was louder than the actors. He imitated the protagonist’s screams, clutching his chest dramatically. “Oh no! I’ve been stabbed! Tell my story, Y/N!”

You shoved him, laughing. “You’re such a dork, Munson.”

“Correction: I’m a loser and a dork. I'm a double threat, sweetheart. We have to get my title right.” He lunged at you, and suddenly, you were wrestling on the couch, laughter spilling out of both of you. His fingers dug into your sides, tickling mercilessly, and you squealed, begging him to stop.

"Eddie Munson i mean it, stop it right-" your breathless laughs and heavy breaths being pushed out of your chest without your permission.

You flipped him, breathless, hair falling into your face, and Eddie grinned up at you, curls wild, eyes shining. “Careful, sweetheart. You’re playing with fire.” His voice dipped, teasing, but there was something in his gaze that made your stomach twist with butterflies.

You tickled him back, Eddie yelled and screeched, telling you to cut it out.

Both of you breathlessly lay there, you on top of Eddie. The floor of his trailer digging into his back. Your hair falling into your face, tickling at eddies cheek from the proximity.

For a moment, the world stilled. His eyes flicked to your lips, and you leaned down, heart pounding, breaths mingling. His lips brushed yours, soft, hesitant, electric, and you felt yourself melt into the warmth of him. The kiss lingered, the feeling electric despite your lips not connecting yet, the feelings you bottled up for so long making their way up, ready to be released with a kiss.

Then the phone rang.

You both jolted apart, hearts racing. Eddie gave you an apologetic smile, exaggeratedly groaning as he dragged himself to the wall phone. Your chest still buzzed with childlike excitement, the thought screaming in your head: you almost kissed Eddie Munson. A breathless laugh leaving your chest.

Eddie picked up the phone, his smile and frizzy hair making him look all the more breathtaking, the moment still fresh and new to both of you. You watched him smile brightly on your face, still feeling the proximity both of you shared. But then his smile faltered, voice dropping. “Wait… Chrissy, slow down. What happened?”

And just like that, the butterflies died. The pit in your stomach returned, heavier than before. Chrissy’s name hung in the air, and the comfort of Eddie’s laughter dissolved into something sharp, something that reminded you....

She’s Chrissy. You’re not.

You sat on the couch, chest heavy, the movie flickering across the screen like it was mocking you. Every scream, every chase scene blurred into background noise against the sound of Eddie’s voice on the phone. You tried not to listen, tried to let the static drown it out, but Chrissy’s crying bled through, sharp and undeniable. Each word Eddie spoke carved deeper into you.

“It’s going to be okay, Chrissy, I promise I-”

“Wait, no. Don’t apologize. You needed someone to hear you. There’s no need to-”

“Chrissy, you aren’t a burden. I promise.”

Your stomach twisted, sinking into itself as you stared blankly at the screen. The protagonist was running toward safety, the last survivor, her blonde hair catching the light, her delicate smile untouched by the horrors she lived around her. She looked like Chrissy. She looked like everything you weren’t.

“No need to thank me. Bye, Chrissy. I’ll talk to you soon. Good night.”

Eddie sighed, a small smile tugging at his lips as he hung up. His mood was dampened by Chrissy's situation, but he couldn't help the giddy feeling in him. He turned, eyes finding you on the couch, hair tangled, face half-lit by the glow of the TV. For a moment, he just stared, like he was memorizing you, before he let out a dramatic groan and flopped across the couch, sprawling until his head landed in your lap.

“Jason’s a real prick, holy crap,” he muttered, looking up at you with a grin that carried a glint of something unspoken. His eyes lingered, analyzing you, searching for a reaction you refused to give. You kept your gaze locked on the TV, pretending the movie mattered more than the ache in your chest.

“Sooooo… about that thing earlier, I think it was-”

“It’s getting late, Eds. I should head home.” Your voice was steady, but the words cut through him. His smile faltered.

“What? Why?”

“It sounded like Chrissy needed you. And we finished our movie. Besides, I need to brush my hair.”

His brows furrowed, lips parting like he wanted to argue. “You can always spend the night. I mean-”

“No, it’s okay, Eds.” You stood, brushing off your shorts, forcing a smile. “Thank you for the movie night. See you tomorrow. I hope Chrissy’s okay.”

“Wait-” His voice cracked slightly, softer than usual, but you didn’t let yourself turn back.

You left, practically running from Eddie’s trailer, the night air biting at your skin. Only when you were far enough away did you let out a tired sigh, clutching at the stitch in your side. “Shit, I really have to work on my cardio.” The words came out bitter, half a laugh, half a sob.

And still, the thought gnawed at you: did Chrissy ever feel this way? Did she ever have to wonder if Eddie Munson would choose her over the rest of the world?

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You hadn’t really heard from Eddie all weekend. The silence gnawed at you, every hour replaying that almost-kiss until it drove you insane. By Monday, when he waved at you in the hallway, his small smile felt like a knife twisting in your chest.

“I didn’t hear much from you this weekend, Eds.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry. I was busy.” He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes flicking away. “Chrissy really needed to talk. We kinda smoked, I showed her around town. I was gonna call, but… I needed her advice. Then Jason didn’t drive her to practice, it was this whole thing.”

Your chest caved in. That moment between you and Eddie hadn’t stopped replaying in your brain, the proximity, the way your thoughts short-circuited. And now it was all overshadowed by Chrissy Cunningham. Again.

He kept talking, voice casual. “Then the cheerleaders are having these tryouts since one of them broke her leg. They’re looking for a replacement and…”

That was when the idea hit you. If Eddie liked Chrissy so much, if he cared about her practices, maybe he could care about yours. Maybe if you were more like her, he’d look at you differently.

“I’m actually trying out.”

His head snapped toward you. “What?”

“I’m trying out to be a cheerleader.” The words felt foreign, heavy, like they didn’t belong to you. Your stomach turned, but the thought of Eddie caring about your practices the way he cared about Chrissy’s made it worth saying.

“Since when do you like cheerleading?” His tone wasn’t cruel, nor was it meant to mock you, but it stung.

“What, you don’t think I can make it?” The defensiveness hit before you could stop it, insecurity clawing at your chest.

He shook his head. “No, it’s just… I didn’t think the whole prep thing, skirts, pompoms, makeup, was your thing.”

Maybe the issue was that you weren’t feminine enough. You liked who you were, you thought Eddie did too. But in that moment, you realized he liked those things in a friend, not in a partner.

So for the next two weeks, you worked. Stretching, practicing, forcing yourself into routines that didn’t feel like yours. Eddie asked if you were sure, more than once, his voice carrying doubt you couldn’t shake. The pit in your chest grew. The feeling in your stomach continuously sank as anxiety and insecurity crept up.

Tryouts came. Everything was going well, you felt your palms sweating, your heart beating ringing in your ears. Everything was fine everything was perfectly fine, the anxiety you felt was nothing, or so you told yourself.

That was until you slipped, crashing hard onto the gym floor. Eddie was in the bleachers, you hadn’t known he’d be there. He wasn't supposed to be there. Your heart dropped when you realized he was there for Chrissy. His eyes widened, panic flashing across his face as he almost jumped from the bleachers.

Chrissy ran forward, concern etched across her features. “Are you okay?” she asked, genuine kindness in her voice a panic rising behind her. genuine concern was all that her features showed. And you understood why Eddie liked her. She was light, effortless.

But Eddie’s voice cut through, frantic. “Oh my god, are you okay? Hey, look at me.” His eyes locked on yours, wide and terrified.

Your pride burned hotter than your knee. “Yeah, I’m fine."

They continued asking, especially about your knee, the pain throbbing from it almost distracting you from the humiliation that you were currently facing. Tears burned in your eyes, you refused to let them fall as you blinked them away, anxiety making its way back up.

"That was so embarrassing. I’m sorry.” Your voice shook your heart beat overwhelming you.

Chrissy shook her head. “Don’t apologise. Don’t stand on it, you’ll hurt yourself more.”

Eddie reached out to steady you, but you pulled back. “I promise I’m fine.”

“You’re not,” he insisted, voice breaking, eyes pleading.

Both Eddie and Chrissy crowded in too close, their voices overlapping, Chrissy’s soft, careful questions and Eddie’s frantic insistence that you weren’t fine. Their concern pressed down like a weight, suffocating, leaving no room to breathe. Every word felt like pity, every touch like proof of how small and fragile you must have looked sprawled on the gym floor. Your pride burned hotter than the pain in your knee, humiliation clawing at your chest until it spilled out sharp and raw.

“Eddie, stop it! Just stop already — I get it, okay? !” The words tore from you before you could stop them, tears blurring your vision as both of them froze, their kindness suddenly unbearable.

Tears spilled down your cheeks. Eddie froze, startled. “What do you mean? Hey, hey, look at me. You’re okay.”

“Just stop.”

You turned, limping out of the gym, leaving Eddie and Chrissy behind. The parking lot was empty except for his van and a few teachers’ cars. You sat on the sidewalk, knee throbbing, tears burning. You hated being seen like this. You hated that you’d snapped at Eddie when all he’d done was care. You hated that Chrissy was everything you weren’t.

The gym doors slammed behind you, and Eddie stood frozen, heart pounding in his chest. He hadn’t meant for it to spiral like that. He hadn’t meant for you to think Chrissy mattered more. Hell, he hadn’t even come for Chrissy, he came because he knew you’d be here, because he wanted to see you try, wanted to be the one cheering you on.

But then you fell. And the look on your face when you pulled away from him, that hurt worse than anything.

He grabbed the ice pack from the nurse’s office, snagged some painkillers, and pushed through the doors into the parking lot. The night air was heavy, and there you were, sitting on the curb, shoulders shaking. Eddie’s chest tightened.

He walked over, slow, uncertain, holding the ice pack out like it was some kind of peace offering. You didn’t look at him, but you didn’t push him away either. He sat down beside you, the silence stretching between you like a chasm.

You sighed, voice breaking. “I’m sorry.”

Eddie shook his head, eyes locked on you. “Don’t be. You think I came here for Chrissy?” His voice was quiet, raw, stripped of its usual theatrics. He winced slightly as he asked.

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, curls falling into his face. “ I don’t care about cheerleading, or pompoms, or whatever. I care about you. I wanted to see you out there because it mattered to you. Because you matter to me. I wasn't there for Chrissy. I was there for you”

His words hung in the air, heavy and trembling. He wanted to reach out, to steady you, to make you believe him. But he stayed still, afraid you’d pull away again.

“I know you think Chrissy’s perfect. And yeah, she’s kind, she’s sweet. But she’s not you. She’s not the one I spend every night with, laughing at dumb horror movies, wrestling on the couch, and always wondering if it's the right time to kiss you or hold you close. I mean we almost-” He stopped himself, biting his lip, heart racing.

Eddie glanced at you, eyes soft, vulnerable in a way he rarely let anyone see. “I don’t want you to change. Not for me, not for anyone. You’re already… you’re already everything.”

The silence pressed down again, but this time it wasn’t empty. It was charged, aching, full of everything Eddie couldn’t quite say.

"I'm sorry", your voice small.

Eddie’s eyes softened, his voice quiet but steady. “Don’t be. I was there for you, not Chrissy. And I’ll always be there for you.”

He swallowed hard, curls falling into his face as he leaned closer. “And you aren’t ruined. That came out so wrong. You’re the most perfect person I know, and it scared me half to death. I love you. I’m so, so, so sorry.”

Your breath caught, eyes burning as the insecurities that had weighed you down seemed to lift, replaced by something warmer, lighter. Tears welled fresh, but this time they carried relief. You smiled through them, voice trembling. “I love you, you big loser.”

You leaned in, lips brushing his, and Eddie met you halfway. The kiss was soft at first, tentative, like both of you were afraid it might shatter. But then it deepened, his hand cupping your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek, the taste of smoke and sweetness lingering as your lips moved together. It wasn’t rushed or desperate; it was slow, tender, the kind of kiss that felt like home. Every second carried unspoken promises, every breath shared like it was something sacred.

When you pulled away, your forehead rested against his, both of you smiling through the tears. “I think I fucked my knee up. We might have to go to the doctor. And I hate cardio.”

Eddie laughed, the sound warm and unrestrained, breaking the heaviness in the air. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, grinning. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you to a doctor before you start running laps out here.”

He helped you up carefully, his arm steady around your waist, and for once the pain in your knee didn’t matter. Because Eddie Munson was holding you, and he wasn’t letting go.

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a/n: As always, comments and suggestions are always welcomed I hope you enjoyed.

LOTS OF LOVE, YALL

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[munsonsdangerousgirl]

₊ ° ⊹ ♡ 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟎𝐬! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

☆ “𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑖 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖’𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑑𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒.”

📞·˚ ༘ ┊͙ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you’ve never had a problem commanding male attention. you used it to your advantage, and eddie munson always had the best seat in the house. but when a glam metal band rolls into the rotting quiet of hawkins, you’re drawn to the lead singer, and eddie realizes he’s done watching from the sidelines. how much longer will it take before his jealousy eats him alive?

𝓞𝓡 , eddie fucks you in the bathroom of the hideout out of jealousy and pent-up love.

⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: myspace/2000s era, inspired by jennifer’s body, not proof read + kinda rushed, lime green jello, kind of sexualized reader, eddie’s a reassuring sweetheart, kind of yearning tbh, smut, dirty talk, meanish eddie???, lots of teasing, fingering, p in v, orgasm denial???, creampie (DON’T DO THIS), semi-public sex ig, porn with some plot, blah blah blah!!!

“come on! pretty please? you never go!”

“because it’s stupid. hell no, i’m not going.”

but all it took was a pout of your lips before eddie sighed and gave in.

“fine. alright, i’m going.”

you squealed and bounced up and down, eddie’s eyes flickering down to your chest through your low-cut long sleeve. you wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug, his hands immediately going to your waist to steady you through your excitement.

“thank you! don’t forget to get a ticket.” you said with a wide smile, effortlessly charming. you were already leaving, but that didn’t stop his gaze from following your figure and the sway of your hips.

he shook his head and turned his attention back to his locker, putting his wired earplugs into his ear. he raised the volume of his ipod, slipknot violently playing at loud volume.

you cornered him at his locker when you begged him to come to the pep rally. you were cheering—one of the cheerleaders had come down with mono, and they needed a last-minute replacement: someone who could do the routines and dance well enough to get the crowd going. you fit the bill, even if it was just one performance before the original girl came back.

still, you were excited. eddie never got to see you dance, unless it was in his trailer when you danced to some pop punk group he only tolerated when you were around.

in the gym, the energy was loud and disruptive. loud music was playing—some song you liked, but eddie didn’t. “im not gonna teach him how to dance with you” by black kids. after your routine, your eyes scanned the bleachers for eddie, until you eventually found him sitting with steve and a couple of his other friends.

you smiled excitedly, waving a pompom at him. he waved back with a softer smile, mouthing, “this song sucks.”

you are the girl that i’ve been dreaming of ever since i was a little girl.

you flashed a charming smile at the crowd, waving your pom-pom—completely oblivious to how spellbound eddie was as you soaked up the attention.

1! i’m biting my tongue!

you never once noticed how eddie would freeze mid-motion, utterly lost in you.

2! he’s kissing on you!

“you’re totally in love with her.”

3! oh why can’t you see?

steve’s comment made eddie whip his head around quickly, his curls flying. “what? she’s my best friend.”

steve mocked him with the wave he did earlier, making eddie roll his eyes and turn back to look at her.

the pep rally crowd was still buzzing when you slipped away to find eddie, the tinny screech of some metal band leaking from his earbuds. you ignored the stares that followed you, your fingers tracing the heart-shaped pendant he'd given you for your birthday last summer. but when your eyes caught a few of the guys watching, you let your gaze linger—just long enough to flash something flirtatious.

“hey, vamp.”

“what’s up, slayer?” he shot back, meeting your eyes with a playful grin.

“you and me are going out tonight.” you said teasingly as you leaned against the locker beside him, leaving no room for questions.

“yeah? why tonight?”

“because twisted vixen is playing at the hideout,” you replied. “they’re this new glam metal band from the city. i saw their myspace page, and the lead singer is extra salty.”

you moved closer to his locker to fix your hair in the small mirror he hung up inside. “plus, there’ll be some salty chicks out there for you too.”

he stared at you, not convinced. he wasn’t interested in anybody else. and he didn’t want to spend his friday night watching some poser slip his tongue down your throat.

you met his gaze after realizing how quiet he was. you pouted slightly, leaning back against the locker again. “come on, eddie.”

“i promised my uncle i’d watch a movie with him tonight. he’s not getting any younger, y’know—“ total lie.

you rolled your eyes with a soft groan, clearly not caring in the slightest. “boo, cross out eddie.” you said as you x’d him out with your finger.

you squinted at him, watching his reaction as if challenging him to say no. he sighed with a small smile, knowing he couldn’t refuse.

“what time is the show?”

you smiled victoriously. “pick me up at 8:30. i’ll send you their myspace page when i get home.”

he hummed in response, clearly not thrilled.

your eyes dragged over him slow, from the fall of his long hair past his shoulders to the scuffed toes of his boots. his leather jacket, his hellfire shirt soft and faded, his baggy jeans that slung low. and every inch of him—the skull belt, the spike bracelets, the worn-in smirk—made you want to look longer. you found him attractive. you’d never said it, but you'd never been subtle about it either.

and he noticed. it got him off more than he wanted to admit, knowing that you found him more attractive than most men that hit on you.

“wear something hot, okay?”

“okay.”

and with that, he watched you go. he swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way your flirtatious gaze made him feel. why did you have to tease him like that?

when he got home, he greeted wayne before heading off to his room. he immediately got on his computer, opening myspace so he could see what you sent him. and there it was. the page of the glam metal band you wanted to see that night. the leader singer was definitely attractive. he thought the guy on the drums might’ve been more your type, but girls like you don’t go out with drummers.

a notification popped up.

vicious_vamp: r u jerking off to it? <3

he rolled his eyes, clicking it before his fingers moved to type on the keyboard.

x_gargoylegrim_x: i’m good. js disappointed ur wasting ur time on that

vicious_vamp: omfg wtv h8r!!! >:( what r u gonna wear?

x_gargoylegrim_x: idk… maybe my dio shirt

vicious_vamp: ew no!!! that’s so 80s

x_gargoylegrim_x: :(

x_gargoylegrim_x: it’s literally a glam metal show tho :( ppl might look 80s

vicious_vamp: still??? ur not bagging anything with that.

vicious_vamp: wear the black tank or smth. it looks hxc!!!

x_gargoylegrim_x: u js like it cuz it shows off my arms

vicious_vamp: yup!!! <3 gtg xoxo

he chuckled as he watched you go offline. he got up from his desk and went over to the closet, picking out the blank tank you wanted him to wear. you were right—it did make his arms look good, thanks to the late hours at the mechanic shop.

when he picked you up, you were wearing a strapless mini dress in a bold leopard print. over the dress, you layered an oversized black leather aviator jacket, heavily lined and trimmed with a thick, plush beige faux fur along the collar, lapels, and cuffs.

around your neck, you wore a layered combination of a thick black leather choker adorned with silver metal studs and the longer, delicate silver chain heart pendant. your legs were styled with a black leather thigh garter featuring metal o-rings and buckles, worn over sheer, distressed black thigh-high stockings that had horizontal rips and a faded, textured pattern.

he let out a low whistle as you got in the passenger seat.

“all that for the singer?”

“it won’t be on too long, don’t worry.” you added cheekily.

that made his heart clench, but he ignored it. he pulled out your driveway and started heading towards the dive bar.

the hideout was a remote bar, located between an abandoned steelworks and a fallow cornfield. surprisingly, the inconvenient location became an advantage. it attracted a handful of regular alcoholics (such as drunk sam who frequently hit on you despite your age) and it became profitable to high schoolers engaging in lurking activities.

beverly, a five-foot tall woman with maroon-dyed hair, owned the bar. her “fifty-cent beer nights” were always a hit at attracting new customers. but she didn’t really pay attention to who the alcohol got served to, meaning you and eddie—along with other juniors and seniors that frequented the place—got to drink without getting in trouble.

when you and eddie entered the bar, the bouncer wrote x’s on your hands in black sharpie. you scanned the place, noticing it was more packed than usual. definitely louder too.

there had been a lot of fights inside the bar, so a lot of the windows were bricked up. it was also pretty dark, but the neon lighting helped. the wooden stage they had was also in poor condition. you had seen eddie perform there with his band, corroded coffin, on tuesdays. he tripped on stage once, and you never let it go.

“maybe andy will trip too.” you teased, making eddie groan.

“it was a one time thing. and andy? seriously? you’re on first name basis with this guy now?”

“i did a little digging,” you admitted with a shrug. “found no girlfriend, too. it’s always been a dream of mine to date a rockstar.” you added playfully, shooting him a wink.

it felt like an arrow to the heart. “wow, okay. you’re looking at one right now and yet you’re wasting your time on this asshole.” he murmured.

“they’re bigger.”

the double meaning wasn’t lost on him. “i doubt that.”

you hummed, your eyes briefly raking over him again before you looked at the stage. he noticed, looking at your face a little longer before following your gaze. the band was setting up, and he saw the guy you were looking for.

andy. he almost scoffed. his voluminously long, blonde hair was spiked up and he was wearing large, dark sunglasses even though it was dark inside. there was no reason to look “cool” if there was a risk of tripping on stage. he was wearing a sleeveless black leather top and a heavily studded leather belt, along with multiple silver studded bracelets and wristbands. his left arm was also extensively covered with large, detailed, colorful tattoo sleeves.

eddie was jealous. extremely jealous. he knew the guy was attractive, and he knew you could have anybody that you wanted. plus, it was a fucking glam metal band. of course some band members are gonna look to sleep around.

“i think they need a groupie.”

he sighed, already feeling overwhelmed. “sweetheart—“

“come on! come with me. it’s just a guy, eds.”

“i’m a guy.”

you rolled your eyes. “i know, but you and i both know that guys are very easy to manipulate. morsels. girls have all the power, y’know.”

before he could say anything, you proved your point by cupping your boobs through your dress.

“these are like smartbombs. you point them in the right direction and shit gets real!”

you walked away and headed for the stage, his jaw dropping momentarily before he followed after you.

he could already see the bassist’s eyes on you, his eyes widening slightly. he mentally cursed at himself for coming. he was just going to torture himself.

you got their attention pretty quickly when you introduced yourself. “hi.”

the lead singer looked up from his amp, setting his guitar down. he gave you a charming smile—one that made eddie’s blood boil, because he knew it was fake.

“hey. i’m andy. these are the guys. daniel, beck, and karl. we’re—“

“twisted vixen,” you finished for him with a smile. andy looked back at the guys in slight surprise that you recognized them. his ego looked like it inflated a little. “yeah, i’ve heard about you guys. you play your instruments really… super good.” you said, looking up at him with that practiced doe-eyed expression eddie had seen you use countless of times.

and andy was falling for it. “thank you. we are professionals.” he said proudly, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip. you caught that and you couldn’t help but bite your lip.

meanwhile, eddie felt like he wanted to vomit.

“yeah, we just wanted to meet you. i’m eddie munson. my girlfriend here is a big fan.”

you looked back at him with a glare. andy raised an eyebrow.

“girlfriend?”

“he meant girl that’s a friend,” you murmured, turning back to him. “we’re platonic with a capital p, trust me.”

eddie nodded, his jaw tight as he stuck his hands in his pockets. andy looked relieved, and that made him want to punch him.

desperate to lighten the mood up again, you spoke. “can i, um… can i buy you a drink?” you asked coyly, batting your lashes.

andy smirked. “sure, what are we having?”

“um, they have coors, pabst blue ribbon, bud light, jack and coke, off-brand pop, and some vodka. i wouldn’t recommend the pbr, though.” you admitted with a chuckle.

“thanks for the tip, doll. i’ll have what you usually get.” he said, his voice dripping with smooth charm.

“i’m boring,” you said sheepishly. “i get a jack and coke.”

andy remained unfazed. “a jack and coke then.”

you smiled, nodding. “i’ll be right back.”

andy went back to his bandmates as you turned to leave. eddie got in your way before you could head to the open bar.

“woah, hey. how are you gonna get alcohol?” he asked, a little concerned.

“get real. you know bev doesn’t give a shit on who’s buying.”

“i’m well aware. but i’ve never seen you buy.”

your eyes weren’t even on him when he called out your lie. they were just at the open bar, looking at the bartender with the glint in your eye that sparkled when you were already planning something. “uh… i don’t know, i’ll just play hello titty with the bartender.”

you moved passed him. eddie sighed, wanting to kick himself. you were clearly focused on getting with andy, and eddie knew he had no chance of talking you out of it. to busy himself, he went over to the pinball machine.

while he was there, he ended up hearing some of the band’s conversations.

“not a lot of lookers out there, honestly.”

“yeah, there is. that girl in the faux coat was the hottest one though.”

eddie’s jaw tightened.

“relax. that one is andy’s girl. you know how he gets when you try sharing.”

“pfft, right. she’s only gonna be his girl for one night. you know he can’t get over his old lady, darla.”

eddie’s hand paused on the machine. andy had a wife.

“divorced. it was some thing that happened after they graduated highschool. now he’s 24 and lookin’ to score!”

“kinda sick though. the girl looked young.”

“well, you know he likes virgins.”

eddie heard enough. he felt sick to his stomach.

he left the machine and walked up to the stage again.

“hey. where the hell is andy?”

the band looked taken aback by eddie’s hostility.

the bassist, daniel, spoke up. “he went out back to smoke in his van before he performed. why—“

“okay,” eddie cut him off sharply. “so then give him a message for me when he gets back. that’s my best friend you guys were talking about, and it doesn’t matter whether she’s a virgin or not. she’s not gonna sleep with a creep like him regardless. got it?”

they all nodded immediately and eddie walked away, determined to find you.

he met you halfway when you were coming back from the open bar, holding a tray of two jack and coke drinks.

you lit up when you saw him. “hey! i ran into drunk sam back there. started hitting on me again. but he ended up buying me the drinks so i guess—“

“those guys are rank, sweetheart. just forget about it.” he informed with a sigh, clearly annoyed.

your brows furrowed in confusion. “what? i think the lead singer totally wants me.”

“only because he thinks you were a virgin. i heard them talking.”

now you were offended. “what?! i’m not even a backdoor virgin.”

he didn’t know whether to groan or laugh.

“and by the way, that hurts! i couldn’t even go see your band play here the next day. i had to stay home and sit on a bag of frozen peas.” you mumbled sadly.

“oh my god,” he exhaled, his patience wearing thin. still, he chuckled at how blunt you were with him. you were always pretty comfortable sharing your sex life or bad date experiences with him. “i definitely remember.”

you huffed. “well, what am i supposed to do with these now?” you looked down at the tray.

eddie shrugged. “more for me and you, i guess.”

still, your eyes trailed over to the stage when andy came back. the other members were talking to him, glancing their way at the table you and eddie were at. andy met your eyes, and you waved. he waved back, but it was almost hesitant.

“well, maybe it’s fine. he’s not gonna know the difference, right?”

eddie stared at you. “sweetheart—“

“don’t lecture me, eds.”

“i’m not lecturing you. i’m just saying he has a wife.”

now your eyes snapped back to him. “what?!”

“well, sort of. he’s divorced.”

you groaned softly. “oh my god, you’re terrible at telling me things. why don’t you just start off with that?”

“because it’s common sense to not sleep with a 24 year old. and now i just told you he has an ex-wife,” eddie snapped. “you’re better than that, honey. you just demean yourself to that level ‘cause you’ve become rather comfortable with it.”

you paused, knowing he was right. it didn’t soften the harsh impact of his words, though.

his eyes softened as he read your hurt expression.

“look, i’m sorry—“

“no, it’s fine.“ you murmured, setting the drinks down on the table beside you. “watch the drinks. i’m gonna go to the bathroom.”

his mouth opened to speak but you were already gone.

he sighed, deciding to grab one of the drinks and take a sip as he waited for you. the band was gonna start soon. he didn’t care if they were bad or good. he just wanted to take you home and make sure you were away from those misogynistic pricks. they had no right to be in the metal scene when they were targeting young girls like that, no matter how common it was.

you came back after a couple of minutes, your makeup touched up a little more than before. eddie got off the table he was leaning on.

“hey, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to be hard on you,” he said immediately, his tone gentle and sincere.

you looked a little surprised but you shook your head. “it’s fine, eds, really—“

“no, i’m gonna settle this right now, okay? i didn’t mean to hurt you or anything. that’s the last thing i want to do. i just… don’t like seeing you object yourself like that,” he admitted. “you’re so much more than your body, sweetheart.”

you paused, genuinely moved by his words. nobody had ever said anything like that to you before, especially in such a sincere way like eddie just did.

“thanks, eddie. that really meant a lot.” you admitted.

he smiled, but before he could speak, andy came up to your table.

“hey, i was wondering where my drink was.” his tone was provocative, deliberately alluring.

“oh, here.” you said with a smile, handing him the drink eddie didn’t touch.

andy took a long sip, his eyes locked on yours in almost a predatory manner. when he was done, he sighed. “i needed that.”

eddie watched the interaction between you two, focusing on your face. you were clearly hooked again, completely forgetting everything he told you.

“we’re gonna start in a bit. it’s mostly covers, but we were planning on sharing a few originals afterwards.”

“that’s amazing.” you said almost dreamily.

“uh huh. you can come to the front, if you want. invite your friend too.” andy met eddie’s eyes with a smirk. eddie glared at him.

“yeah! for sure!” you jumped at the opportunity. andy got ahold of your hand, leading you to the front. you looked back at eddie and mouthed, “sorry!”

he rolled his eyes. he was so done, but he needed to stay in order to make sure you didn’t do anything stupid. he followed you both with his drink still in hand until andy reached the front. he brought your hand to his lips and kissed it before he got on stage, making you giggle softly. it pissed eddie off.

eddie stood next to you as the band started playing—loud and energetic. they were getting the crowd going with their cover of “girls, girls, girls” by mötley crüe. you bobbed your head to the beat, occasionally glancing at eddie to playfully mouth the lyrics. he cracked a slight smile, finding the sight endearing.

since i was born, they couldn’t hold me down.

when that song finished, they began playing “youth gone wild” by skid row. you held his hand tightly. you knew that was one of eddie’s favorites. you squealed softly, and he couldn’t help but laugh.

another misfit kid, another burned out town.

you winked at him as you mouthed the words to eddie.

“this song reminds me of you, y’know!” you said loudly over the music.

“really?!” he shot back.

you nodded. “you just kinda have that charisma to you!” you explained. “it’s hot! i’m surprised you haven’t used it on anybody yet!”

you turned your attention back on the band but eddie’s eyes stayed on you. he swallowed, your words affecting him more than he wanted to admit.

“i guess i’m too busy using all of it on you.”

you heard him as your eyes met his for a brief moment.

“yeah?”

“mhm.”

the energy between you two shifted into something tense. it made you feel a little uneasy, but in a thrilling way. even the room seemed to dim around the edges. you could see it in the way his jaw tightened, the way his eyes didn't leave yours. for a moment, everything else fell away. there was only the two of you, and the sharp, electric thread that now ran between your bodies—crackling with everything unsaid.

but the moment was cut short when andy spoke into the microphone.

“this one goes out to a very special lady that distracted me tonight. she’s in the crowd right now, actually.”

andy met your gaze, shooting you a wink.

a couple of whistles erupted from the crowd.

“this is cherry pie by warrant.”

you looked starstruck as the opening riff ripped through the speakers. eddie had enough. he dropped your hand like it burned him and disappeared into the crowd. you watched him go, confused, then glanced back at the stage. the band was still playing, but there was obviously something wrong. you turned and followed him to the bathroom.

there, you saw him leaning against the wall as he lit up a cigarette.

“eds? are you okay—“

“don’t give me that shit,” he muttered through the cigarette in his mouth, his eyes not even looking your way. “not tonight.”

you blinked. “excuse me?”

"we do the same thing every time.” he let the smoke drift from his lips, slow and deliberate—his eyes meeting yours. the cigarette dangled between his fingers as he pointed it at you. "you flirt with me. then you disappear with some asshole for a couple hours. then you come back and tell me all about it, like i’m supposed to enjoy the show."

the words hit you somewhere unexpected. you’d never seen him like this—that sharp edge in his voice, the way his jaw tightened around the words. he wasn't teasing. he wasn't deflecting with a joke like he always did.

the realization settled over you slowly, like heat creeping up your neck.

"are you jealous?"

he went still. so still that the only movement was the smoke still escaping his lips. the silence stretched long enough that you thought he'd laugh it off, make some crack, change the subject. that’s what eddie always did.

but he didn't.

"yeah." he nodded, once, almost like the admission cost him something. "i am."

your breath caught.

you’d always figured eddie found you attractive—every guy did, and you'd learned to read that look early. but this wasn't that. this was something raw and unguarded, the kind of honesty that only came out when someone was tired of pretending. every late-night phone call, every time he'd drove you home, every joke that landed a little too soft—it all reframed itself in your mind, each memory clicking into a new shape.

you stepped closer. the space between you collapsed until you could feel the heat coming off his skin, smell the mingled traces of smoke and leather. your hands came up to fix the collar of his jacket, straightening the lapels just to have something to do with them.

“why didn't you tell me?" your voice came out softer than you intended. silkier.

you saw the way his throat moved when he swallowedz

"dunno. i didn't think you were interested." his eyes dropped to your lips, just for a fraction of a second, before snapping back up.

you let out a quiet hum, low in your throat. "well." you tilted your head, letting him see the way your gaze traced the shape of his mouth, the sharp line of his jaw. "you were wrong."

his breath hitched. you felt it—the way his chest stopped mid-rise, the way his fingers twitched like he was restraining himself from reaching for you.

“yeah?" the word came out rough, barely above a whisper.

"yeah." you let your fingers trail down from his collar, grazing the edge of his collarbone before resting flat against his chest. You could feel his heartbeat under your palm—fast, uneven, nothing like the cocky confidence he wore like armor. "you ever think that maybe i tell you about those guys because i’m trying to make you jealous?"

his eyes widened. just slightly. just enough.

"that’s a dangerous game to play, sweetheart." but the old playfulness was gone from his voice. what replaced it was something tender and uncertain, like he was holding the words carefully, afraid they'd break.

"is there a risk that comes with it?”

for a long moment, neither of you moved. the bathroom was silent except for the muffled music coming from outside. the smoke from his forgotten cigarette dissolved into nothing between you.

then, eddie put his cigarette out on the sink beside him before turning his attention back to you. the tension was intensifying with each passing moment the two of you didn’t speak.

then he broke.

his mouth crashed into yours—not gentle, not tentative, but deep and claiming, like he'd been holding this back for so long the dam had finally shattered. there was hunger in the way his lips moved against yours, a desperation that made your knees go weak. you gasped against his mouth and your hands flew up, fingers threading into his hair, pulling him closer like you couldn't get enough.

he walked you backward, step by stumbling step, until your spine hit the edge of a stall door. his hand found the lock, twisted it, and then you were inside, the door swinging shut behind you. he pressed you against the wall—harder than expected—and a sharp moan slipped out as the cold metal dug into your back.

"shit—sorry," he breathed against your lips, his hand sliding to the small of your back to cushion you. "got carried away."

“‘s okay,” you panted. “i’ve had rougher.”

he groaned against your mouth in between kisses. “that’s not what i want to hear right now.”

“yeah? you scared you’ll disappoint?”

you were just egging him on at this point, trying to see how far you could push him. It was your favorite game with eddie—toeing the line, watching that flash of something dark flicker behind his eyes before he laughed it off and changed the subject. uou'd been doing it for years, ever since you realized how easy it was to get under his skin.

but tonight, he didn't laugh it off.

his hand slid from your back to your hip, fingers curling into the fabric hard enough to pull a sharp inhale from your lungs. he pulled back just far enough to look at you—really look at you—and the heat in his gaze made your stomach flip.

"disappoint you?" his voice dropped, low and rough, scraping against something raw in your chest. he tilted his head, a slow smirk spreading across his lips, but there was nothing playful in his eyes. "sweetheart, i’ve listened to you complain about guys who couldn't find a clit with a map and a flashlight. you think i haven't been taking notes?"

your breath caught. "eddie—"

“i’ve sat through," he continued, leaning in until his mouth brushed the shell of your ear, his breath hot against your skin, "every single story. the way you like it their hands roam, the way you like kissing during it. especially tonight with that asshole you were drooling over tonight, andy." he said the name like it tasted bitter. "you think i don't know exactly what you like by now?"

then his mouth was on yours again, but slower this time, deliberate. his hand slid down your side, over the curve of your hip, gripping your thigh and hitching it up around his waist. you gasped into his mouth as he pressed closer, and he used the opening to deepen the kiss, tongue sweeping against yours with a confidence that made your head spin.

he pulled back just enough to speak, his lips still brushing yours. "when i’m done with you," he murmured, voice rough as gravel, "you're gonna forget andy’s name entirely. you’re gonna forget every single one of them." his hand squeezed your thigh, firm and possessive. "and when you walk out of this bathroom, everyone's gonna know exactly who put that look on your face."

you arched into him, fingers twisting in his hair as his hand slid from your thigh, tracing the edge of your dress. his palm flattened against your hip, then drifted lower, fingers splaying over the fabric, pressing into the warmth between your legs.

he groaned against your throat. "jesus christ."

you knew exactly what he'd found. or rather, what he hadn't found.

"you’re not wearing any underwear?" his voice was strained, like he was holding onto the last thread of his composure by the tips of his fingers. he pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and wild. "you came to a show, dressed like this, and you didn't even bother with panties?"

you bit your lip, trying to look innocent. "it’s more comfortable."

"comfortable." he let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. "you’re trying to kill me."

"am i succeeding?"

instead of answering, he pressed his palm harder against you, a firm, deliberate pressure through the thin fabric of your dress. your breath hitched, hips bucking instinctively into his hand.

"yeah," he murmured, "you're succeeding."

his fingers curled, finding the hem of your dress, and he dragged it up, inch by agonizing inch, until the fabric bunched around your waist. the cold air hit your bare skin, and you shivered, but the heat of his gaze was enough to set you on fire. he looked at you—spread open for him, nothing between you and his touch—and his jaw went slack.

"holy shit," he breathed. "you really meant it."

“did you think I was lying?"

"i didn't know what to think." his thumb traced a slow, featherlight line up your inner thigh, stopping just short of where you ached for him. "i’ve been trying not to imagine this for years. failing, obviously. but still trying."

you bucked your hips instinctively, chasing his touch, and he clicked his tongue.

"uh-uh. patience."

"eddie, i swear to god—"

"swear all you want." he leaned in, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "I’ve waited a long time for this. i’m gonna take my time."

you let out a frustrated sound, grabbing his wrist and trying to guide him, but he was stronger than you, holding steady, that infuriating smirk back on his lips.

"please touch me," you finally gritted out.

"where?"

"eddie."

"say it," he said, his voice dropping to something almost reverent. "i want to hear you say it."

you swallowed, your pride warring with the ache that was building low in your stomach. but the way he was looking at you—like you were the only thing in the world that mattered—made it easy to let go.

"i want you to touch my pussy," you whispered, continuing. "right there. please."

he didn't make you wait any longer.

his fingers slid through your slick folds, slow and deliberate, a low groan escaping his lips at the feel of you. "fuckkk," he breathed. "you’re so wet. is this all for me?"

you could only nod, your head falling back against the wall as his middle finger found your entrance, circling once before pressing inside. the stretch was perfect—just enough to make you gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders.

"yeah?" his voice was rough, strained. "that good?"

"d-don’t stop."

he didn't. he pushed deeper, curling his finger just right, and your vision went white at the edges. he added a second finger, stretching you slowly, giving you time to adjust, and the sound you made was embarrassingly desperate.

"look at you," he murmured, watching your face, your parted lips, the way your eyes fluttered shut. "taking my fingers so well. and i haven't even gotten to the good part yet."

his thumb found your clit, pressing in tight circles, and you gasped, your hips bucking against his hand. he matched your rhythm, fingers pumping in and out, thumb working you relentlessly, and the pleasure built like a wave, coiling tight in your stomach.

"that’s it," he said, voice low and filthy. "i can feel you clenching around me. you close?"

"yes—eddie, i’m—"

"look at me."

you forced your eyes open, meeting his gaze. his pupils were blown wide, his cheeks flushed, his lips parted and wet. he looked wrecked, and he'd barely even touched himself.

"i want to see your face when you come," he demanded. “i want to feel you pussy clench around my fingers before it takes my cock.”

that was all it took.

your orgasm crashed through you, a sharp, electric wave that made your whole body tremble. you cried out—his name, a broken sound—and he kept working you through it, fingers slowing, thumb gentling, until you were left gasping and boneless against the wall.

he pulled his fingers out slowly, bringing them to his lips, and his eyes never left yours as he licked them clean.

"shit," he said, voice rough and satisfied. "you taste even better than i imagined."

your body was still trembling slightly. before you could speak, he pulled his hand back entirely and brought it down against your cunt in a light, sharp smack.

you jolted, a broken whimper spilling from your lips at the sudden sting, the overwhelming sensitivity radiating outward from where he'd struck.

"fuck—eddie—"

he soothed the spot with his palm, pressing firm and warm, before pulling back to look at you. his eyes were dark, but there was something soft flickering underneath, breaking through the teasing haze.

“hey," he said, his voice dropping, losing some of that rough edge. his free hand came up to cup your face, thumb brushing across your cheek, gentle and grounding. "this doesn't change the fact that i still care about you, alright? if it ever gets too much, or if you want to stop, tell me. i’m not just some random guy that gets lucky with you."

the sincerity in his voice hit you square in the chest. you reached up, covering his hand with yours, and nodded.

“i know," you said quietly. "i trust you."

he smiled—that real smile, the one that crinkled the corners of his eyes—and pressed his forehead to yours. "okay. good."

then he kissed you, soft and deep, before pulling back with a familiar glint of mischief.

"now, where was i?”

his hands found your hips, gripping tight as he guided you to turn around. your palms hit the stall wall, cold metal biting into your skin, and you heard the jingle of his belt buckle, the rasp of his zipper. the sound of denim and boxers pooling at his ankles.

you looked over your shoulder, and there he was—flushed, half-undone, looking at you like you were something precious and filthy all at once.

"you ready, sweetheart?"

"you asking or bragging?"

he laughed, and it was warm and real and full of affection, even as he stepped closer, even as the head of his cock pressed against you, teasing, threatening.

"both," he muttered against your ear, one hand bracing against the wall beside your head, the other gripping your hip. "

and then he pushed in, slow and steady, letting you feel every inch, and your eyes rolled back as a deep, broken moan tore from your throat. he buried his face in your hair, groaning low and long, his grip on your hip tightening almost painfully.

“fuckkk," he breathed, voice wrecked. "you feel—fuck."

he stayed there for a moment, letting you adjust, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses to your shoulder, your neck, the curve of your ear. then he started to move—slow at first, deep and grinding, finding a rhythm that made your knees weak.

but it didn't stay slow for long.

soon the stall was filled with the sound of skin against skin, heavy breathing, broken moans, and eddie’s voice—teasing, praising, whispering promises against your skin that made your heart clench even as your body burned.

“oh fuck—god, you feel so fucking good, baby. i’m—i’m gonna make you feel so good, i promise. i fucking promise you.”

with each deepening thrust, a small, helpless whimper escaped your throat. your eyes squeezed shut against the dizzying pleasure, your brows furrowed in concentration, and your lips parted like a gasp for air. you fought to keep the noise contained in the cramped bathroom stall, but eddie’s relentless rhythm made it impossible.

“eddie, please don't stop— oh my god—"

he leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear, letting out a ragged sound that was half-groan, half-promise. "never, baby. I’ve got you."

his hand gripped your hips, anchoring you while his body hammered into yours. the soundscape of the stall was intoxicating: the rhythmic, wet slap as he filled you completely, punctuated by his own strained groans and your unrestrained cries. every slick, glorious squelch echoed off the tiles, cementing the fact that the small space was now entirely occupied by the heat and friction between you two.

as eddie continued to pound into you from behind, his grip on your hips tightened possessively. between labored breaths, he growled against your ear, "still thinking about andy, huh?" his voice was rough with jealousy and arousal. "with my cock buried deep inside you? can he make you feel this good?"

you whimpered, unable to form coherent words. your fingers clawed at the bathroom stall wall, leaving marks in the cheap paint.

eddie sensed your inability to speak and smirked wickedly. "that’s what I thought." he shifted his angle, hitting a spot that made your entire body jerk. "but you know who's really making you feel good right now, don't you?"

when you still couldn't answer through your gasps and moans, he pulled back slightly, then brought his palm down sharply on your ass. the sharp sting made you cry out, your inner walls clenching around him reflexively.

"who, baby?" he demanded, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. "say my name."

"e-eddie!" you finally managed, your voice breaking.

"that's right," he groaned, his pace becoming erratic as he felt himself getting close. "fuck, you look so good like this... all mine."

your whole body was trembling now, coiled tight with the promise of release. "please, eddie," you begged, your voice thin and desperate. "i’m so close, inneed to—"

"no," he said firmly, slowing his pace just enough to pull you back from the edge. his hands moved from your hips to spread your cheeks wider, giving himself deeper access. "not yet, sweetheart. not until you're begging for it."

"i am begging!" you cried out, pushing back against him desperately. "please, i’ll do anything—"

"you will, won't you?" eddie chuckled darkly, his thumb finding your clit and circling it with maddeningly light touches. "such a good girl when you want something. but i want to hear how much you need this. how much you need me."

he established a new rhythm—slow, deliberate strokes that dragged his length through your soaked folds without giving you the friction you craved. each movement sent sparks of pleasure through you, but never quite enough to tip you over.

"eddie, please, i can't take it anymore!" you sobbed, your legs shaking violently.

"oh, but you can," he murmured, leaning over your back to whisper directly in your ear. "you’re going to take everything i give you, aren't you? every inch, every drop..."

his free hand slid beneath you, pressing firmly against your lower belly. "i can feel you clenching around me already. so fucking needy. you want to come on my cock, baby?"

"y-yeah!" the word almost became a chant as he resumed a faster pace, though still not fast enough to push you over that final precipice.

"that’s it, beg for it. tell me exactly what you want." his voice was thick with arousal as he watched his cock disappear into you again and again.

"i want you to fuck me harder! i want to come! please, eds, let me come!" your nails scraped against the bathroom tile.

eddie’s restraint finally snapped at your desperate pleas. "fuck yes, here it comes—" he drove into you with renewed force, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. "come for me, beautiful. come on my cock.”

the permission, combined with the increased intensity, sent you spiraling. your orgasm ripped through you with such force that your vision went white.

he followed right after, holding you tight, pressing his forehead to the back of your neck as he murmured something so soft you almost missed it.

he kissed your shoulder before he carefully withdrew from you, both of you wincing at the sudden emptiness and sensitivity. he reached down to steady you as your legs threatened to buckle, his expression softening with concern.

“hey," he whispered, his voice rough but soft, stripped of the earlier dominance. "you okay?"

you tried to speak, to form a coherent sentence, but your throat was too dry, your body too spent. all you could manage was a weak nod, your eyes still squeezed shut as you fought to regain control of your breathing. a faint, amused smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he watched your futile attempt to answer. he didn't press you; instead, he reached for the roll of toilet paper hanging on the dispenser. with careful, almost tender movements, he tore off several squares and began to clean you up. his touch was gentle, contrasting sharply with the fierce pounding from moments before, wiping away the mess they’d made in the confined space.

as he finished, tossing the used paper into the bin, the silence between you stretched, thick with unspoken things. the noise of the band outside had faded into a distant hum, replaced by the dripping of a faucet somewhere down the hall. eddie stepped back slightly, leaning against the wall as he looked at you.

"so..." eddie started, “that was... yeah." he laughed softly, shaking his head as if he couldn't quite believe what had just happened. "are you sure you’re alright? like, really alright?"

you managed a breathy laugh, your body still trembling with aftershocks. "yeah, i’m—" you paused, searching for words. "that was intense."

"i told you," he replied, breathless and warm. "i would make you forget every single one of them."

you let out a shaky breath, forcing yourself to stand up straighter, though your knees still knocked together. you looked up at him, a playful glint returning to your eyes, masked by exhaustion. "well," you drawled, trying to summon some of your usual bravado. "it definitely worked. you fucked me so good, eddie... i almost said it."

he froze. the playful atmosphere shattered instantly. his eyes widened slightly, darkening with a sudden intensity that pinned you in place. "said what?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

he didn't wait for you to answer. he knew exactly what you meant.

his expression shifted from shocked to vulnerable in an instant. his defenses—the bravado, the confidence, the protective shell he'd built around himself since you'd known him—all of it cracked. raw emotion flickered across his face: hope, fear, longing.

"don’t say it unless you mean it," he warned softly, but there was a tremor in his voice that betrayed him. he stepped closer, closing the distance between you. "because if you say it, i need you to actually mean it."

the air in the tiny stall grew heavy with unspoken feelings. outside, the music pulsed, reality continued—but in this moment, it was just the two of you suspended in time.

you swallowed hard, suddenly very aware of the gravity of the moment. your usual confidence faltered as you stared up at him, seeing the raw emotion written across his features—the fear, the hope, the longing you’d somehow missed or deliberately ignored for so long.

"i almost said..." you started, hesitating. "i almost said i love you."

the confession hung between them like a prayer. eddie’s expression transformed completely—his jaw dropped slightly, color flooding into his cheeks. for a moment, he was speechless, simply staring at you as if you’d said something profound and impossible.

then, slowly, a brilliant smile broke across his face. it was different from any smile you’d seen from him before—not the cocky grin from earlier, but something pure and genuine that made her heart skip several beats.

"you do?" he breathed, his voice hoarse with emotion. "really?"

unable to speak past the sudden lump in you throat, you nodded. tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as realization crashed over you—this wasn't just sex in a bathroom. this was eddie. your best friend. the boy who'd always been there, who'd known you better than anyone, who'd seen every version of yourself and still wanted you.

“jesus, you have no idea," eddie said softly as he pressed his forehead against yours. "i’ve been in love with you since... god, i don't even remember when anymore. maybe forever. i just thought—" he cut himself off, laughing shakily as nerves got the best of him.

"i thought tonight would just be... i don't know. one night. something to finally tell you how i feel, even if you didn't feel the same."

"you idiot," you whispered with a soft chuckle, wrapping you arms around his neck. "of course i feel the same. of course i do. i just... i didn't want to ruin what we have. i guess i just didn't want to lose you."

"hey," eddie murmured, pulling back slightly to meet your gaze. his thumbs traced gentle circles on your shoulders, keeping you close. "you’re not going to lose me. ever. no matter what happens, okay? you’re stuck with me whether you like it or not."

you let out a watery laugh at that, pressing your face into his chest. he smelled like sweat and cologne, and it made your heart ache in the best possible way.

"i like it," you mumbled against his shirt. "being stuck with you."

he held you tighter, his chin resting atop your head as they stood there in the dingy bathroom, wrapped around each other in a cocoon of newfound vulnerability and relief. outside, the music continued its relentless thrum, but it felt distant now, unimportant.

after several minutes of silence, filled only by their steady breathing and the occasional drip from a leaky faucet, you pulled back slightly. your fingers played idly with the fabric of his blank tank as you asked, "so... what now?"

eddie’s eyes crinkled with amusement as he looked down at you. "well," he said, his voice taking on that familiar teasing tone even as emotion still roughened the edges. "i was thinking we could establish some ground rules for this relationship. first: no more flirting with lead singers of shitty glam metal bands." his tone was playful, but there was an underlying seriousness to it—the kind that came from someone who'd genuinely been hurt.

you giggled softly, the sound muffled against him. "deal. i’m now well aware of how jealous you get."

“oh, i was definitely jealous," he admitted, his voice dropping to a more serious pitch. "but that's not the point. the point is..." he paused, choosing his words carefully. "the point is that you're mine now. not just for tonight, but... i hope, for real. and I'm yours. so if you ever start talking to some guy at a bar or something, i’m going to lose my mind."

“deal,” you said with another giggle. “i promise i won't be seeking out other guys. i’ve got everything i need right here."

you sealed your promise by giving him a gentle kiss on the lips, to which he returned gratefully. he brushed a strand of hair from your face, his smile soft and adoring.

“good. now come on, let’s get out of here.”

the two of you slipped out of the bathroom together, fingers still intertwined, the door swinging shut behind you. a quiet, breathless laugh escaped your lips as you hurried across the sticky floor of the bar, weaving between tables and the few scattered patrons who hadn't yet migrated to the stage. eddie matched your pace, his grip warm and steady, his eyes bright with that particular kind of reckless joy he only ever seemed to get when he was high or simply just being in your presence.

the plan was simple—head back to his trailer, collapse onto that worn-out couch that smelled faintly of cigarettes and stale air, and throw on some movie neither of you would make it through before falling asleep tangled together. your parents wouldn't mind. they never did when it was eddie. they’d long since stopped asking questions, trusting you despite the way he looked—the leather jacket, the rings, the hair.

or maybe they trusted him, too. hard not to, once you got to know him.

on stage, the band was grinding through a couple of their originals, and they were fine, technically, but they lacked the swagger of the covers they'd opened with. the rhythm was a little off, the vocals straining where they should have soared. andy, standing at the mic with his guitar slung low, caught movement near the exit. his eyes found you first, then eddie, and his brow furrowed in puzzled confusion—a silent where the hell are you going? across the hazy, beer-stained room.

eddie paused at the door, the cold night air already creeping in through the crack. he looked back over his shoulder, caught andy’s gaze, and flashed him a grin that was all mischief and no apology. then he raised his free hand, middle finger extended as if to say: you know exactly where i’m going, asshole.

the door swung shut behind you, cutting off the sound of the band and the bar's low hum, and suddenly it was just the two of you under the parking lot's flickering light, your breath fogging in the cool air, his hand still wrapped around yours, the night stretching wide and open ahead.

you climbed into the van and turned up the radio the moment one of your favorite pop-punk songs came on. eddie groaned from the driver's seat, but you knew he secretly liked it. as metal as he was, he had a few guilty pleasures—pop punk was definitely one of them. he glanced over to you as the song hit the best part.

it was his favorite part, because it reminded him of you.

stop there and let me correct it

i wanna live a life from a new perspective

you come along because i love your face

and i’ll admire your expensive taste

you felt his eyes on you before you saw them. when you turned, your smile hit him square in the chest—soft, knowing, the kind that made his ribs feel too tight for everything inside them.

he still couldn't quite believe you were real, that this was real. that after so many years of wanting, of watching, of loving you from the careful distance of best friend, you were finally his.

and he was yours. completely. irrevocably. in a way he'd never been anyone's before.