synopsisâ Eddie can't live without you so he decides to do something spontaneous.
warningsâ Tooth-rotting fkuffies. Like a few mentions of Eddie's past mental health? I tried to hold back because i love angst but I was determined to make this strictly fluff.
wcâ 1.9k words
NOTESâ I would like to thank the dream i had with Joseph Quinn last night that inspired this whole thing. I woke up right it was getting good, so I just filled in the blanks with Eddie. I miss that dream đĽ˛
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EDDIE MUNSON FINALLY HAD everything line up the way he always desired.
Older now, Eddie no longer thought of his time in Hawkins like some oppressing weight he'd never unshackle himself from. He was no longer a shadow of his father's fuck ups, nor was he a lively mass of flesh that people percieved as unworthy. Throwing every damn insult under the sun, shunning and condemming him to a life of isolation.
He had dreams he obtained through sheer persistence. One too many demos sent to big-time producers, long months of perfecting one bridge just to appear enough. Enough to market to a large group of people and feel positive about the outcome.
He became someone who he only ever aspired to be when he was banging hopes into every lifeless crowd at The Hideout. He committed to the craft, though, demanding some compensation for the effort when most people in Hawkins tried with all their might to snuff him out.
Now, it had finally paid off. Aspiring artists actually came to him for advice now. Crowds congregated where his fingers plucked out a tune in beat with his band. He was now the inspiration he always sought out.
He tried to stay humble. That was the important part. To never let the noise thin the genuine humbleness that crafted him. He didn't even care about the money, that wasn't what he sought out. It kept him alive, but didn't poison his mind.
He was still always that Eddie that lived in the trailer with Wayne and got spit on by petty kids who hated people who lived outside the norm.
The most important thing Eddie was granted through this whole journey was you.
You had been there since the beginning. When he was trying to climb the pedestal in the heart of Los Angeles. No money, no backup, just sheer spite to prove to himself that he could be something. He stumbled, made you intrigued with his awkward delivery of words, and decided then that you would give him a chance.
Four years down the road, and you were still here.
Tonight was an award show. He had played this game several times now, and still, he was in awe. How had he even gotten here? Sometimes, he couldn't just quite connect his reality to his brain. It had to have been a dream. Some out of body experience that he'd soon fly back down to earth from.
Your hand perched on his thigh the whole show to keep the leg from taking flight. He still got nervous in front of crowds, even if he relished in the feeling at the same time. He always had attention drawn to him, but deep down, he always cared how he was perceived.
One hand on his thigh, he clung to your other hand with one of his. Grounding. As if he was still having a hard time believing you were here. You had been for a long time. Always so supportive in a way that made his belly turn to mush. He was lovestruck, gushy, completely dedicated to making sure you were always taken care of.
When his band won one of the bigger awards of the night, he forgot all about his firing nerves and bounced up the stage before anyone else. He grabbed the award and told the world about the lovely star that always kept him on the right path. Four years down and the world practically knew how devoted he was to you.
He barely remembered to pass the mic off to someone else. He couldn't steal all the limelight. He stepped back, his heart pounding in his chest. He basked in the moment. He was proud of his band, proud of himself, and proud of you.
He was just grateful.
He could never go to bed early. He was full of pent-up adrenaline and needed to release it somehow. Wandering in fancy attire down the streets of Los Angeles seemed like the perfect idea.
He was just happy.
There was a random store selling knick knacks still open. The blue light illuminated from the inside, inviting Eddie closer. He dragged you into the chilled room, already browsing.
You separated from him at one point, lazily sesrching the shelves. He watched you for a long moment, relaxed expression on your face as you wandered. He always found his eyes drifting to you, partly because he wanted to ensure you were safe. A silent habit he acquired from years ago.
He didn't divulge much about his last years in Hawkins. But the silvery, raised scars along his body were hard to pass off completely. He said vague answers, like how Hawkins suffered an earthquake and he got caught in the eye of the storm. But that was the farthest thing from the truth.
He never expressed how simple coughing sometimes brought him right back to choking on his blood as he lay on the ground, surrounded by the nightmare version of his hometown. Didn't tell you about the fear he felt for days knowing he was most likely damned if he ever made it out of the Upside Down. Maybe part of him never wanted to make it out.
But he did.
Because he learned that some people are too stubborn for their own good.
He woke up in a hospital two towns out of Hawkins before it closed to quarantine. Was somehow cleared of any murder charges, the slate wiped clean.
He took that second chance and left for a brighter future, Wayne moving along with him. He bared the brunt of Eddie's reputation in that forsaken town as well. And just because the law decided he was okay, rumors never died.
He started over. Which meant some parts of his past were too damn much. But it always bled onto the music had written. Maybe that was enough to curb some of your quiet concern. You never pushed for more, understanding the wound was still festering in some way.
Maybe one day he would tell you.
He picked a stupid item off the shelf, contemplating for a moment as if it was some profound thing. He looked at you then the item, grinning softly to himself. He was nothing if not spontaneous.
You found him just as he made one choice.
"What do you have there?" you asked, startling him. He hadn't realized you had left from where his lovestruck eyes saw you just moments before.
He hid the item as if it was linked to a crime. His smile was sheepish now. He rocked on the balls of his feet. "NothingâŚ" he said quickly. "Just look away while I pay for it, okay?"
You raised an eyebrow, assessing him. "Okay, weirdo," you said. "Do your thing, I guess."
He scampered off to the counter, already pulling out the cash.
It was well past midnight when the both of you entered the home you shared. Eddie was finally feeling the exhaustion that was beginning to curl in his shoulder blades. It had been a long day of getting presentable for the world. he loved it, but it was still an out-of-body experience.
You wandered off to the bathroom while he sought a glass of water in the kitchen. Part of him itched to go straight for a bottle, but he had fought hard to break the bedtime routine of drinking. He didn't want to be someone lost and reliant on it.
You made him want to be as present as possible.
A drink or two was fine when somewhere like a party. But here? He tried really hard to draw lines because he knew how he got.
He made it into the bathroom just as you started the shower, shedding your clothes. He propped himself against the doorjam, admiring you with soft brown eyes. God, he was so in love with you.
Your eyes tracked him as you started to step into the stream, a silent gesture of "come here" with your finger. He obeyed, always drawn in. He would've followed anyway, but he liked the invitation.
He circled around you as soon as he was in, kissing the back of your neck with a quiet hum. His arms wound around your body, making you both stand under the spray for a moment. He rocked unconciously, pressing several more kisses to your neck, cheek, and chin. Anywhere his lips landed.
He wasn't trying to start anything. He just wanted to be with you. To wind down from the long day. You had a way of grounding him. Just like you had a habit of taking away those dark thoughts surrounding Hawkins without even knowing it.
Eventually, he did actually let you get clean. The bathroom was steamy when the both of you stepped out. He grabbed your towel, wrapping you gently with a quick kiss to your forehead to seal the deal. You had a tired smile on your face the whole time.
He had a towel tried around his waist as you did the rest of your night routine back in the bedroom. He felt some resolve hit his chest and he reached into his discarded jacket to find the item he bought earlier.
He unwrapped it quickly, peeking over to make sure you didn't hear or see.
His smile was boyish and nervous as he closed the distance. He had no plan, just sheer emotion.
"BabyâŚ" he called.
"Hm?"
He crawled across the bed, wet curls dripping onto the comforter. He could've totally walked like a normal person to your side of the room, but his brain was sort of mush right now.
"Can you look at me?" he asked.
When your head turned and your eyes found him perched on the bed, he felt those nerves spike, nearly swallowing him whole in their abruptness. Oh god, his throat felt like it was closing on him.
He cleared the phlegm as best he could. His voice cracked slightly when he spoke next and he winced. "Will⌠you⌠will you marry me, baby?"
He held up the sacred item: a silly, red ring pop.
You looked amused if anything. taking in the sticky candy versus the tense look on his face. "What's this, Eds?" you asked.
"I'm serious," he breathed, words leaving him. "I'm really fucking serious right now."
His hand actually started shaking as doubt started to trickle in. Maybe the ring pop was too unserious for such an important moment. But he had always been one to indulge in the comedy. And suddenly he couldn't read your face.
"I can try again with a different ring if that's the issue, bu-" there really was no issue at all, and exactly 20 seconds had passed since he asked. He was just really good at preparing for the worst when it came to a major life change.
"Eds," you huffed out a soft chuckle. You weren't mocking him, and if he was able to look at this objectively, he'd realize you were going through your own moment of surprise. "There's nothing wrong with anything. Let me answer before you explode, yeah?"
He took a deep breath, an embarrassed tug of his lips. "Yeah. Yeah. Okay."
You cupped his cheeks, thumb running over his cheekbone. He sighed and leaned into the touch, a sucker for you.
"Of course I want to marry you," you finally answered, his heart stopped or started. He wasn't quite sure, but he did feel light. "Ring pop and all."
Those words were like heaven to hear.
Halfway through the next day you found Eddie with the remains of your ring pop. You gasped and he turned to look at you with wide eyes.
"Baby! It's not what it looks like!" he exclaimed.
"My ring!" you cried. "Does this mean we have to get divorced now?"
Eddie looked horrified.
"We haven't even gotten married and you already want to divorce me?" He stood up, determined. "I'll get you five more ring pops!"
You giggled. "Eds, just get me a real ring."
He grinned and mock saluted you. "I'm going to get you the best damn ring, baby."
tags/contents: eddie being a massive pervert, foot fetish, panty sniffing, breeding kink, bsf!eddie, eddie having sexual fantasies about reader, reader having nudes of herself, reader being oblivious, mentions of porn, male masterbation, eddie spying on you, feminine!reader, y/n being used, eddie being stupid
lmk if I missed any! big thanks to this anon!
Eddie knows heâs gross, but he just canât stop. He knows itâs wrong and that if youâll find out you wonât wanna talk to him any longer. But he still gives in every time.
Such as right know. He is elbow deep into your clothing hamper trying to steal a dirty pair of panties. Heâs not proud of his actions, but when he feels that soft lace touch his fingertips, all of his regrets go away.
âBingoâ he thought.
You were downstairs getting two coke zeros for the both of you, oblivious to what heâs doing. He retracted his arm and saw that the lace garment was a beautiful tiny pink g-string. And it had definitely been worn.
This was the seventh pair heâd taken from your room. Two of them were unworn, he just liked how they looked, but the other five were used by you. Once he made sure you werenât standing in the doorway, catching him being a creep, he slowly brought the garment up to his nose. Closed his eyes and inhaled through his nostrils
âf-fuckâ he whimpered.
It smelled exactly like you. Sweet and musky. Heâd sniffed enough panties to know down to the last detail how you smelled. Eddie exhaled through a loud sigh. Heâs bringing that one home for sure. He doesnât exactly know why you havenât noticed that all of your pretty lingerie has been going missing, or maybe you just donât want to admit it to your best friend.
He put the panties in the back pocket of his jeans and lifted himself up to stand upright again. Just then he hears the wood of the stairs creak, indicating that youâre coming upstairs.
âHey Teddie, we only had regular coke, hope that alright!â You shouted, loud enough for the whole house to hear.
âUhh yeah sure itâs fine!â He froze.
Eddie panicked. The hamper lid was still on the floor, his sleeve is all rolled up, his hair is frizzy from adrenaline. He rushed to fix it all in 2 seconds and practically ran to sit on your bed again, the position he was in when you left. Just when he thought his hair looked normal frizzy again instead of electrocuted frizzy, you walked through the door.
âWatcha doinâ?â You asked, in a very teasing, sultry voice. You were wearing the shortest pajama shorts know to man, and a tank top that almost had your boobs spilling out. You had a slight blush on your face from running up the stairs. Eddie thought it was the prettiest sight heâd ever seen.
âWere you being gross?â You joked. But Eddieâs face dropped.
âW-what, no why, why would you think that?â He tried his best to sound nonchalant and chill, but he just miserably failed. He fidgeted with his rings, a telltale sign that he was nervous.
âGod Teddie, Iâm just messing with youâ you smiled. You set the cokes down on your nightstand and climbed to sit on your bed. âYouâre so cute.â Your finger booped his nose, he just watched in horror. Absolutely terrified you caught him snatching and smelling your undies.
âAnyways do you wanna watch a movie?â You gave him the can and broke yours open. Eddie anxiously gulped half the thing before answering you. âYeah sure what dâyou have in mind?â He sat upright in your bed, and you only crawled closer to him. You settled down laying sideways next to him, resting your head on your hand palm.
âI rented this really scary looking horror movie at the video store, Robin recommended it to me, but Iâm too scared to watch it on my own.â
If Eddie didnât know any better heâd think you were flirting with him, but you were just always like this. Charismatic and sweet. It killed him.
âYeah sure letâs do it.â he nodded. He loved watching scary movies with you, because you always crawled on top of him and made little whimper noises when you were scared. Heâd imagine that he was letting make those noises. Heâs got it bad for you.
You took the tape out of the Family Video bag and put it in your tv. You bent at an angle that made Eddie even harder in his jeans. You tiny shorts were riding up your ass, and he practically saw everything. He needed to quickly find a pillow to put over his lap, or else heâll have to endure the horribly awkward conversation of why he had a boner.
You crawled back into the bed, where Eddie was lying. âYouâll protect me right Teddie?â You tried your hardest to pout at him and not burst into laughter. Little did you know that looking up at him with pleading eyes did not help his little situation.
You settled in by his side, your legs over his stomach. Your head was resting on his heaving chest, you were so close that he could smell your shampoo. It was making his mind go hazy.
After about 30 minutes into the movie, it was getting really creepy and you wanted to be even closer to Eddie. You mindlessly put your socked feet over his crotch. He removed the pillow a while ago when he thought his erection wasnât that noticeable anymore. He had to do math equations in his head in order not to focus on having the best view ever of your cleavage.
A very sudden jumpscare came up, you whimpered and buried your face further into his chest. Your soles were rubbing together on his half hard cock. You didnât even notice. But god did Eddie wanna throw you on the bed and make you give him a foot job. He just wants to suck on them and make them all wet and good for stroking his thick cock.
Eddie really had to steady his breathing before it became seriously noticeable.
âJeez, why do they have to make these movies so gross and bloody.â
âYeah, mhmm.â Eddie grunted while squeezing his eyes closed in order to keep his moans in his throat. Your cute frilly socks were still grinding on his cock, and he has had enough. 10 more seconds of this and heâll actually cum in his boxers like a loser.
You noticed his chest completely stopped moving, you turned your head back and asked him
âHoney, you okay? Youâre flaring up a bit..â your voice was so sweet with concern, it killed him.
âYeah absolutely, just uh, gotta take a leak!â He awkwardly laughed. You paused the movie on the remote and moved away from his body.
âOkay well, if you donât feel right you can tell me.â Your brows furrowed, thinking he was actually getting a bit sick based on his flushed, sweaty forehead and his irregular breathing.
Eddie jumped up from the bed and almost ran to your bathroom. He locked the door and left you confused on the bed.
He unbuttoned his pants, and took his boxers off with them, his angry red leaking cock springing free.
âOh shit..â he whined. His hand grabbed at his shaft immediately, knuckles gliding along the skin. His thumb slid over his oozing slit, he choked back a moan. He kept thinking about your tits in that top, they looked so fucking delicious and they say so pretty. God he wants to fuck you so bad, itâs making him go delusional. He imagines your pretty pussy, all wet and eager for him. You on your back holding your spread knees. He wants to make you his, get you knocked up with his child. Watch your tits get swollen and your belly bigger and bigger. Fuck, heâd suck on those breasts like his life depended on it.
His hand kept stroking faster each second that passed, he was so worked up, heâd cum in two minutes. Heâs hunched over the toilet bowl so that he wouldnât make a mess. All heâd have to do was think about your ass in those micro shorts, and one, two, three strokes, and heâd be at the verge of cumming. Eddie squeezed his eyes shut and let his hand go at an incredible speed.
A bit back moan escaped his throat and hot white spurts came spilling out of his thick cock. He hoped so badly that you didnât hear the slapping of his balls against his thighs or his pornographic moans that were a little too loud. After his high came down he washed his hands and put his dick away in his blue checkered boxers. His erection never fully went away, he was still half hard. Even after the incredible orgasm he just had.
Eddie was so relieved, but now heâd have to go back and face you again. This certainly wasnât the first time he jerked off in your bathroom, or in your house even. One time he snuck through your window, thinking you were home. He wanted to hang out with you and maybe even sleep over. But he remembered that youâd told him that that evening you were actually out with some friends at a party. So when he realized the house was empty, he took his chance to snoop through your room quiet and undisturbed. Thatâs how he got his fifth pair of your panties and your almost empty perfume bottle.
But when snooping through you vanity, he opened the drawers and say the dirtiest nude Polaroid heâd ever seen. His eyes lit up at the sight of your bare tits bunched up in your hand palms. Your lips were so plump and full, it looked like youâd taken the picture yourself, maybe for some guy you liked. Your skin was glowing due to the flash of the camera, you looked like a goddess. He figured youâd really notice if that was gone, but that didnât mean youâd notice if Eddie jacked off to it.
He wanted to find something to rub off to, maybe some random clothing item, or your favorite lotion. Thats when he spotted your decorative bed pillows. They were soft and pink, the perfect thing to grind himself against. And so he did, it was the best orgasm of his life. He came all over his hand and some drops spilled on the pillow but they werenât so noticeable. He just left it there, didnât care to clean it up. After that he took your panties and perfume and went home.
Eddie twisted the lock on the bathroom door, the sound caught your attention. Your eyes went from the ceiling to the door in a split second. Eddie came out of the door like nothing happened in there. He still looked a little flushed, but then again you believed that was because he was âsickâ.
âHey hon, you okay?â You twisted your body to his direction, and looked at him with a pout.
âOf course, yeah no uhm, I just had to empty my stomach in there. You were right, I was sick!â He told you nervously.
Eddie came back into bed with you, and finished the movie together. When he got home later in the evening, he jerked off 4 more times just thinking of how delicious you looked tonight. Thinking of his best friend.
A few days later you went over to Eddies trailer, you promised him youâd make him some actual dinner and sleep over. He opened the door to find you with two large grocery bags full of fresh food and actual edible things.
âOkay whatâd you think of lasagne with a veggie soup on the side?â You questioned, no idea if heâd even like that. Eddie was caught by surprise, because youâd usually say at least hello, but you just dove right in with the questions.
âThat sounds delicious babe.â He let you in and closed the door. He thought you were just so cute, afraid of him not liking lasagne or soup, when all he ate for dinner the past year has been microwaved noodles with ketchup. Itâs really sad actually.
The plastic bags banged on the counter when you slammed them on the counter. âSorry theyâre just really heavy, god. Okay, uhm, can I maybe take a shower. Sorry, itâs just that Iâm really sweaty and itâs so hot out. I just feel gross.â You had a difficult look on your face.
Eddies eyes widened, you, talking a shower, at his house?! This mustâve been heaven or something. Flabbergasted, he answered
âOf course go right ahead. Y-you know where everything is so, yeah of course!â He couldnât even speak normally, you must think heâs such a loser.
âThank you Teddie!â You skipped right over to him, grabbed his face and kissed him on his pink cheek. He couldnât speak, he couldnât move. Eyes widened like dinner plates, he watched you walk to his bathroom.
You were halfway through the doorway and remembered to say
âOh Eds? Could you please put the necessary things in the fridge please?â You rested your chin on your shoulder and pouted.
âWill do! Oh and the towels are in the cabinet to your right.â He added.
You smiled sweetly and locked the door. Eddie rolled his eyes over how incredibly stupid he was, why did he stutter so much, why didnât he offer you some clean clothes? He just started putting stuff away when he heard the shower turn on. The walls were thin, so you could hear every little thing that was going on in the trailer. That certainly was fun for Eddie when Wayne was homeâŚ
He did his best to not think about you, being naked, in his home. Fuck, the thought of it made him so horny. His boxers already began feeling tight. He walked past the bathroom door to go to his room, but he noticed the door was slightly open, steam running out.
Shit did you forget to lock the door, or was it on purpose?
Eddie retraced his steps back to the bathroom door, he was only going to close it for you! His hand grabbed the brassy doorknob with every intention to close the door. Then he saw the outline of your silhouette through the mirror, the sunlight from the window shining down on you. The sun rays reflecting off your wet skin. He quickly averted his eyes, lust running through his body. You hadnât noticed that he was just outside the bathroom, lurking at you.
âOne last peek, then Iâll leaveâ he thought.
He looked back up at you, your gorgeous figure. He was so in love with you, his ultimate dream girl. His eyes were stuck on you like a shoe that stepped in gum.
Your hands were running down your thighs, lathered with soap bubbles. His bodywash, his signature scent, that you were rubbing all over yourself. All of you, smelling like him, your pussy too probably. His tip leaking at the sight.
His hand was leaning on the door too hard, so much that the wooden door creaked under his touch. You jumped at the sudden sound, clutching the shower curtain a little. Afraid that Wayne had come home and saw you naked.
âE-Eddie?â You gulped.
Eddie cleared his throat before answering.
âHey, sorry, yeah itâs, itâs um me! Shit.â He stuttered. Fuck, heâd been caught, you know heâs a creep and a pervert. And youâll never wanna talk to him ever again now!
âOh dear god itâs just you, whatâs up?â You sighed with enormous relief. You just continued cleansing yourself with the sandalwood shower gel.
Eddie didnât know what to say, he most certainly did not have a good reason to be there so he had to make something up, quickly.
âI didnât spy on you!â he laughed nervously. âI just wanted to ask if youâŚif you got any clean clothes to wear?â He spoke shyly. His face still behind the door. The window was fogging up so he couldnât read your expression at all.
âJeez Edâs, just come in, I donât bite!â You replied. You didnât really care if he saw you naked, so what?
âW-what? You want me, to come inside?â Heâs jaw was on the floor in disbelief. One of his biggest dreams was becoming a reality. He didnât wanna to waste this opportunity. Even saying that sentence could mean something so much better in a different context.
Eddie was about to push the door open and reveal you to his eyes once again, but he realized he had a major hard on.
ânononononoooo go away!â he shout-whispered at his cock. It was way too obvious to go by unnoticed, he couldnât show himself like this. And thatâs when Eddie Munson made thee hardest decision in his life, pun intended.
âNo itâs fine, Iâll just stay out here, itâs uhm soooo hot in there, with all the, steam and stuff.â The longer he talked the smaller his voice got. This was probably the only time youâd ever agree to let him see you bare. And he fucked it up.
âOh sure, can you just grab me a shirt then? Thanks!â You said, confused as to why he was talking so weird. You shrugged it off like he was having a heatstroke or something.
âYep!â He sighed, disappointed in himself. He needed to make his boner go away quickly, otherwise youâd maybe walk in on him. He threw a random black band tee on the sink, still standing in the hallway. âThank you darlingâ you replied.
When Eddie got back in his room, he immediately closed the door behind him and undid the buttons from his jeans. Palming himself through his already wet boxers, damp from precum that oozed out.
âOh f-fucking hellâ he moaned. He slid the boxers to his thighs and took his cock in his large hand. With his left hand he opened his bedside drawer and fumbled around, until his fingers touched the bottle of your lotion. The sweet vanilla cherry scent filling his nostrils. That was his absolute favorite scent in the world. He squirted some onto his shaft and sat back on his pillows. Eddie stroke his cock with amazing speed, just the way he liked. Drops of the lotion flung onto his chest and belly, his throat producing the most lewd sounds imaginable. He tried his damn best to stay quiet, but it was so hard when all he could think about was you.
You turned the shower off, the heat was getting to you too now, stepping onto the ragged bath towel on the damp floor. You took a big towel out of the cabinet and wrapped it around yourself. You took your time, when you suddenly heard the strangest sounds from the hallway. A grunting like noise, it was probably Eddie doing something. You put your old panties back on again and the shirt Eddie threw in the sink. You let your hair loose from the bun you put on your head. You walked to Eddies room, pushing the door open, he sat upright on his very messy bed. Again having that rosy flushed tint on his cute face.
He wanted to say something to you, but the words just couldnât come out of his mouth. He saw you, in his shirt, with no pants on whatsoever. Only those teeny tiny pink panties. He felt his heart beating so intensely at the view. The filthy images flashing through his mind. He wanted to lick your pussy so bad, he wanted to smell you, have you sit on his face, have you whining underneath his touch, all your juices getting on his chin and his nose. He would let you have the best orgasm youâve ever had. He was still so painfully hard, he didnât get to finish jacking off because he heard you come in. So pent up, the tears were prickling in his eyes.
âThanks for letting me use your shower Teddie.â You walked over to his bed.
Oh he loved when you called him that, you started calling him that after he won you that stupid teddy bear from the fair that held a heart in its arms saying âI love you!â You gave him a kiss on his cheek that day, heâll never forget that. He always imagined you rubbing your pussy onto the teddy when you were horny, thinking of him as you do so. Riding it till you squirted all over it, god he was a creep.
âI gotta use the bathroom, Iâll be right back!â He spoke with raised eyebrows and wide eyes. He took the duvet off of his lap and walked as fast as he could past you, not wanting you to see his boner.
Startled by his actions you replied âoh uh okay?!â He was gone in the blink of an eye, only hearing the lock of the bathroom door. He was going straight back in with what he started. The rapid movement of his wrist made his head jerk back in pleasure. His mind kept going back to your beautiful tits, they were so cute, fuck he wanted to suck on them so bad. He wanted to latch his lips onto your nipples and lick them into oblivion. Eddie had a massive breeding fetish, it was one of his bigger kinks.
Meanwhile, you still stood innocently in his room, looking around for something to do in the meantime. You played with the hair tie on your wrist, a habit you had when you began growing bored. You twisted it between your index finger and your thumb, then it slipped out of your grip and fell onto the carpet just under Eddieâs bed. You groaned in annoyance, sitting on your knees to go pick it up. Your hands wandered blindly underneath his bed, feeling empty cans, a stray guitar pick, a singular sock, and a magazine. Curious and bored you slid it out from under the bedframe, you turned it around to reveal it being a Playboy. The model on the cover was very pretty but you know why Eddie has that dirty mag, the little pervert.
âNo wayâ you giggled. You flicked the shiny vinyl cover, to look at the other pages. There were a lot of different women in the magazine. But one thing stuck out to you, the main focus was a lady that looked a little like you. The same hair color and texture. Same eyes, the way you did your makeup. Same cup size, same bone structure. Odd coincidence.
âOh my god.â You heard from behind you, your back turned to him. You flung your head around, like youâd just been caught of doing a crime. You tried your hardest to not laugh. Eddie stood in the doorway, beet red, he didnât know what to do with himself. You had just seen his porn mag, with your doppelgänger on the pages.
âOh Teddie itâs fine, I wonât judge!â You smiled, amused at his embarrassment. âI just have one questionâŚâ you asked while standing up, facing him.
Oh god oh god, this was it. This the moment heâll die from shame. You were definitely going to ask him why the woman looks like you, youâre gonna know he loves likes you! You walked seductively over to him, hands behind your back. Eddie was still frozen in place.
âWhy are the pages sticky?â You bit your bottom lip while trying not to laugh at him. You failed.
âOh come on y/n!â He immediately said, annoyed. But so so so relieved you didnât say what he thought you were going to.
âNo come on I wanna know!â You giggled, tickling his sides.
âNuh uh, stop that!â He shouted. He turned around, stumbling into his bed frame. He fell onto his mattress trying to avoid your bullying hands. You cackled loudly, Eddie was so much fun to tease. He crawled up to the side of the bed, hitting the wall with his back. You never stopped tickling him, you could see him wanting to look angry but ultimately giving up and giggling. Eddie kept begging to stop, but inside he loved this. You were actually touching him, in any way, shape or form was literal heaven for him.
You crawled on top of his lap sitting right on his dick. It had just gone to being soft again, but this was really not helping his gross brain.
âYouâre such a pervert Eddie!â You screamed through your giggles.
By the time you made it into your room, it was nearing two o'clock in the morning. From then on you were in a vicious cycle of screaming into your pillow, crying, angrily digging into the Sheetrock with a hair clip, puking up the food that turned sour in your stomach, talking aloud to yourself in furious hushed whispers as you reimagined the fight with Munson and the things you wished you had said and bullying yourself over the things you didnât. For trusting him. For feeling the way you did about Nancy. About Munson. About everything.Â
By the time the sun started peering through the curtains, you had worn yourself out enough to at least fall unconscious. Sleep was a generous term that didnât quite describe the state of restless stupor youâd slipped into. You could still see the way he looked at youâfilled with so much hate and furyâand hear how you were screaming at him with equal ferocity as you tried to snooze on, but there was no escape and certainly no relief.Â
How could he do that? Flip like a switch from laughing hysterically over nothing to screaming so hard that the vein in his forehead visibly throbbed. Maybe everyone was rightâMunson was crazy. Demented. An outright nutcase. And he turned you into one too just by being around him. He somehow amplified your emotionsâboth good and badâto something you couldnât manage yourself. Getting away from him could only be a good thing, even if the idea of being kicked to the curb by even the town freak stung quite a bit.Â
Whatever. He was fucking deluded anyway.Â
Whether it be from exhaustion, dehydration, the whirlwind of emotions over the last twenty-four hours, or all of the above, you couldnât wake up once you fell out. You tried to force your eyes open at the piercing shrill of the phone ringing, but your body wouldnât comply. You were sunk too deep reliving a nightmare that nothing could wake you from.Â
At least, until one in the afternoon when a pounding so loud and persistent made your senses float back to you. Slowly. At first you thought the noise was just the pounding of your headache, but the shouting of your name that accompanied it made you realize someone was at the front door.
Moving was awful. You werenât hungover but it sure did feel like itâlimbs heavy as lead when you staggered into the hallway. Everything was spinning. Your skin sticky with sweat and hands shaking as you crashed against the walls like a pinball until you finally reached the door and opened it to a very concerned looking Nancy Wheeler.Â
Great. The last person you wanted to see.Â
During your hours of infuriated self reflection, youâd come to terms with the idea that perhaps Munson wasnât completely wrong in statement. He wasnât right! ButâŚhe wasnât incorrect either.Â
It wasnât Nancyâs fault.Â
It took a long time and a lot of ruminating to come to that conclusion. In the previous years, every time you tried to play the âif the tables were turned and I did what Nancy didâŚâ you always came up with the answer âbut I wouldnât have done that!â Until you realized thatâs exactly what you had done last night. You argued with yourself that it wasnât the sameâjust like you had done with Munsonâthat the motive for separating from your friend wasnât selfish until it dawned on you that it was. If something had happened to Nancy last night, would you be to blame since you were the last to see her alive? Of course not. That was stupid. The fact that you went to hang out with Patrick or if youâd have even gone to the toilet and found her missing, it wouldnât have been your fault. The fault was with whoever or whatever had taken her while you were gone no matter what the reason for your sudden departure.  Â
Then there was the âwhat would Barb do?â scenario. Normally you tried to justify why Barb would blame Nancy too. Left to die alone in the woods after being told to go away by her lifelong friend. But after much uncomfortable contemplation, you knew deep down that Barb wouldnât have blamed Nancy for what happened. She probably would be disappointed and a little hurt at being dismissed, but she would be more than peeved to know that you held any resentment towards Nancy at all for this. Sheâd hate to see her two friends at odds, especially when she wasnât there to remedy it.Â
What you said to Munson was true: the lab had killed Barb, and it was the lab that went to disgusting lengths to cover it up. Barb wouldâve despised the way you felt about her death and she would tell you Nancy Wheeler wasnât to blame at all.Â
It was a truth that tasted as sweet as vinegar. It was easy to be angry at her. It was easy to blame her. It was not easy to admit you were wrong in doing so. And here she was, mere hours after your revelation, as if to taunt you into admitting the truth aloud.Â
She didnât wait for an invitation inside. Instead she stepped past you and scolded you. âYou were supposed to call when you got home.â
âSorry,â you muttered, shutting the door. âI didnât get home until almost two and it wasââ
Nancy gawked. âTwo? A-M? In the morning?!â
You nodded, instantly regretting the movement. You beckoned her to follow you, stumbling all the way back to your room. She was muttering something, but you couldnât comprehend it. You had mere seconds to get back to your bed or else you were going to pass out. Or puke. Or both.Â
You collapsed face first onto your bed, legs dangling off the side, and waited with your eyes pinched shut for the room to stop spinning.Â
âSo,â Nancy said stiffly behind you. âHow bad was it?â
You groaned, grumbled, and huffed into the mattress as you rolled over just enough to peer at her sitting at your thighs, brow arched high as she chewed the inside of her cheek in anticipation.Â
The permed hair really fit her. Much better than the straight, sleek look she had for so long. It made her look older. More mature. But then again she was both of those things compared to when you met her so long ago.Â
âYouâre really pretty,â you admitted softly.Â
Nancy did not seem impressed. âYouâre still drunk.â
âI didnât drink,â you responded. âWell, I had two beers at the party but I wasnât drunk.â
Nancyâs eyes narrowed with suspicion. âYou really expect me to believe that? Youâre the picture next to âhungoverâ in the dictionary!â
You were getting annoyed. âNancy, I did not get drunk last night. Other stuff happened. Itâit was a disaster.â
She quirked her brow, her expression clearly saying âI told you soâ though her mouth never did.Â
âNot for the reason you think,â you said defensively. âOr maybe it is. I donât know.â
So you told her what happened at the party. The only thing that seemed to suprised her was Munsonâs sudden appearance. Your nausea increased at the memory of how excited you were to see Eddie when he showed up. Nancy noticed you grab your stomach and cover a disgusting wet belch behind your hand. She went to the kitchen and came back with a glass of water and a few slices of bread that she instructed you eat before you continue your tale.Â
âYou were with Munson all that time?â she questioned with clear concern. âEddie Munson? Your partner for Albrechtâs class? What on earth were you doing with him until two o'clock in the morning?â
You took your time chewing to avoid the questionâor more like the answer. What were you doing with him? Having fun before screaming at each other like absolute lunatics and swearing to never darken each otherâs doorsteps again.Â
âWe went to the Waffle Hut in Ladoga,â you answered quietly.Â
The thought did occur to you when you were spewing up your midnight feast, but you were certain it was related to the sudden and intense spike in stress rather than an actual illness. Though the remembrance of how greasy the place was made your stomach stir again.Â
âI donât have food poisoning,â you sighed. âThe food was actually good for what it was.â
Nancy wrinkled her nose. âWhatâs wrong with you then? What did he do to you?â
Again, you took your time busying your mouth to avoid answering her, but the cool water was too good and nourishing to mess around with for too long. When you did finish it and ran out of an excuse to keep quiet, you collapsed on your back and watched her bewildered and impatient expression.Â
âWe were kind of getting along during the project. But last night we had a giant fight. He said I was a shit friend to you.â
Confused, she asked âHow would he know?â
You side stepped her question. âDo you feel that way?â
She shook her head just a tick before stopping abruptly, taking more time to consider. âI think weâre all just doing our best after years of tragedy.â
You frowned. âSo yeah, you think Iâm a bad friend.â
She scooted closer towards you. âThatâs not what I said.â
With your resolve for keeping things bottled up shattered during the previous hours, you had no will to hold back. Your chest started heaving. âWhat if I am? What if all this time Iâve been so angry with you and I blame you for what happened to Barb?â
Nancyâs thin lips tightened. âI know you do.â
Your heart jumped and your breathing ceased for a second while you gaped at her. If you werenât so dehydrated, maybe the waterworks wouldâve started, but instead your face morphed into an ugly grimace while your nerves frayed, unable to formulate a response. Â
She nodded slowly, her shoulders slumping under the weight of the tension. âIâd say you should work on your poker face but youâd have to have one to begin with.âÂ
âWhy didnât you say anything?â
Nancy sighed heavily. âBecause I agree. It is my fault.â
âItâs not. The labââ
âI know,â she interrupted sharply. âIt was the lab. Everyone keeps telling me so. They keep saying itâs not my fault and Iâm not to blame, but theyâre wrong and it feels wrong when they try to pardon me. I killed her. I let her go out in the dark alone and then she died.â
You didnât know what to say. How to console her since you hadâas she had known all alongâagreed with her sentiment. But seeing her admit it, hearing the self loathing Munson said would plague forever, let a shamefully sick, almost perverse, pleasure trickled through your veins.Â
âYouâre the only one who wasnât bending over backwards to stop me from blaming myself,â she continued, sniffling quietly. âSometimes youâd give me this look and I just knewâI knew what you were thinking and I was waiting for you to explode. I needed you to throw it in my face and punish me because I wanted someone to just once say that yes! I deserve to feel guilty!â
The rush of smug superiority washed away as quickly as it surfaced, replaced by shame and self loathing. All this time you thought sheâd been unaffectedâfocusing all her attention on boys instead of mourning her supposed best friendâbut it wasnât true at all. Nancy had been carrying her own pain as well.Â
Perhaps Munson wasnât just not wrongâbut right. Maybe you had been a shit friend.
âBut you donât,â you countered. âJust because you saw her lost doesnât mean youâre responsible for her death.â
Nancy gave a waterlogged, humorless chuckle. âDoesnât it?â
You sat up and sat beside her with your thighs touching and wrapped your arms around her. Nancy stiffened, since it had been many years since you hugged each other, and hung her head to hide beneath her curly curtain of hair.Â
âI donât deserve everyone telling me itâs okay cause itâs not and sheâs gone and sheâs never coming back!â Nancy huffed.Â
Twenty-four hours ago, you wouldâve agreed. Wholeheartedly. Perhaps even blown up at her like you did Munson and given her the punishment she craved. But now, things were different. Not only had she been punishing herself, but sheâd been waiting for someone to demand retributionâgive her a chance at penance so she could rid herself of some remorse. You werenât going to convince her that she was absolved of all guilt, that much was clear. The last thing she needed was another voice echoing in her ear the same sentiment she didnât believe. You could, however, give her a little bit of bothâscolding and reprieve.Â
âIt was selfish to cast her aside to hang out with Steve,â you told her firmly. âbut being a selfish fifteen year old girl does not make you a murderer.âÂ
Nancy shook her head. âIf I had just stayed with herââ
You rested your head on her shoulder as you gently interrupted. âBarb wouldnât blame you, you know,â you said, resting your chin on her shoulder. âShe might have been a little irritated with you when she left Harringtonâs house, but she wouldnât be now. Sheâd probably think us both jackasses for how weâve handled things.â
Nancy covered her eyes as she began to sob. âI know!â she snapped. âThatâs what makes it worse! I juâI jusââ
And there it was. The uncontrollable, harrowing, soul-unburdening wail of someone who had been suffering from something so painful yet unable to let go of. The same one youâd echoed many times in the hours previous as you wrestled your demons and came face to face with reality. You had done it alone, but Nancy didnât have to.Â
So you held her and wept with her. Both hugging each other eventually and making a cacophony of heartbroken sobs, shrieks, and wails. Blubbering apologies and exonerations into each otherâs shoulders. Assurances that you didnât hate her, and that she didnât hate you, and promises to one another to be better friends. You werenât sure how long it went on for. An hour, perhaps. Maybe more. Until it became impossible to produce any more tears or when your nose got so stuffy you couldnât breathe through it anymore. Perhaps it was Nancy who hiccuped last and it all quieted down from there.Â
Your headache was worse, but the weight of the world seemed to have lifted from your chest. Your bones. Everywhere. Nancy quite looked the sameâtired, a little forlorn, but free of the darkness that underlined her posture.Â
âI miss her,â Nancy said sadly, wrapping her pinky around yours. âAnd I missed being close with you.â
âYeah,â you agreed with a watery smile. âMe too.â
And that was how spring break started. You lost a friend, but found your way back to an old one.Â
It had been great for the first couple of days into break. You and Nancy had been almost inseparable. You spent three nights in a row at her house like the old days watching movies, talking about college, your plans since you were waitlisted (which she insisted was not the end of the world), and simply hanging out. It was as if you were both making up for lost time. Barb was included, of course. There was her yearbook picture that Nancy glued to the end of a popsicle stick and sat it between you during movies, tucked âBarbâ into a book on her nightstand when it was time for bed, and as horrifyingly insane as it sounds, you both talked to the photo on the stick as if it really could answer as to whether or both Barb liked that nail polish color on you.
âI think she likes it,â Nancy said proudly. âLook at that smile!â
It was inane, and stupid, and wonderful all at once. There were tears again, of course, during moments where the silliness dissipated into sadness. Mostly in the dark of night when the rest of the house slept. But you had each other to cling to and somehow always found a way to pause the guilt until the dark came again tomorrow.Â
The most important thing was that there were no boys! Johnathan had rung Nancy exactly one time during the three days, and she told him sheâd been with him some other timeâshe had some things to tend to and would call him later. It was honestly so nice to not have to compete with him for conversation or listen to him sulk. And with the new reconnection, you found yourself able to ask Nancy exactly how on earth that happened.Â
âHis brother Will had gone missing at the same time,â she answered. âSo we both knew what it was like and found comfort in each other over it.â
You swallowed thickly, trying not to find the resemblance in how you felt the same about that butthead, Munson.Â
âThen why do you guys never look happy?â you prompted.Â
Nancy shrugged. âI donât know. It used to be enough and we make a great journalism team butâŚafter the internship at The PostâŚthings really havenât been the same.â
âBut youâre going to Emerson together?â
Nancy chuckled bitterly. âI doubt that. Every time I bring it up he gets fidgety and weird. Heâs hiding something. I just donât know what yet.â
You always found Johnathan to be fidgety and weird, so you could not attest to any change Nancy may have noticed.Â
âWhat are you going to do?â
âGo to Emerson,â she answered simply. âTry my hand at New York. See whatâs out there for me. If Johnathan doesnât want to come with me, thenâŚâ she shrugged again. âHeâll be doing his own thing, I guess.â
You gave her a curious look. She seemed nonchalant about the idea of breaking up with him and moving across the country. You wanted to ask more about that since theyâd been together almost all of high school, but she interrupted your train of thought by bringing up him.Â
âWhat was going on with you and Munson anyway?â she asked. âYou never fully explained that.âÂ
Thinking of Eddie Munson made you react quite viscerally inside, and unfortunately you thought of him often. Against your will. Much to your displeasure. Almost everything reminded you of him. The morning meals Mrs. Wheeler made was a slap in the face because now Eddie Munsonâs memory had tainted all breakfast foods. Mike zipping around the house made you think of him since he was in the same stupid club, not to mention the long hair he was attempting to grow out made you do a double take every time.Â
Yes, Eddie Munson was haunting you like a ghost with a vengeance. It made you furious. Annoyingly angry. And terribly, terribly solemn. You found that most nights, even with Nancyâs company only a few feet away, you felt incredibly lonely. You wondered what he was doing. If he thought of you as much as you did him. How were you going to continue with the project? Would you just have him write his name on the remaining sheets and turn in it? It seemed the most logical thing to do since he probably wasnât going to play nice anymore. Not that his version of nice was very pleasant to begin with.Â
âNothing,â you spat. âWe had a truce to work on the project but he said I was a shitty friend to you and we got into a fight. Thatâs it.â
Nancy gave you a look, unconvinced. âI thought you said he made you laugh.â
âYeahâlikeâonce,â you lied quickly. âDonât look at me like that. Heâs annoying. He doesnât bring anything to school to do work. He doesnât help with the project when it comes to writing stuff down, and he talks about the weirdest shit! Not to mentionââ
You listed one hundred and one reasons why Eddie Munson was the biggest, most annoying, irritating, waste case to ever cross your path, but Nancy seemed unconvinced judging by the way her sharp brow stayed quipped and her lips pursed with suspicion.Â
âNot friends but comfortable enough to let him take you to Ladoga, treat you to dinner, and talk about a highly sensitive topic? Something he wouldnât have known about had you not discussed it before,â Nancy hummed thoughtfully. âNot to mention the whole flower thing.â
You gave her a nasty look and resumed cutting out coupons from the paper for Mrs. Wheeler, offering no words to continue the conversation. But Nancy would not let it go.Â
âWould you ever forgive him?â she probed.Â
You scoffed. âYeah, right. Munson would rather die than apologize. Or speak to me again.â
âI donât think thatâs true,â Nancy replied. âGuys donât usually go out of their way for girls they donât like and Ladoga is a little bit of a ways.âÂ
You were starting to get irritated. Mostly because she was playing the seed of a hope and it made your heart stutter at the thought.Â
âRespectfully, Nance, you donât know anything about it. Just what Iâve told you. He judges me, he sneers at me, and he just makes me so angry I could spit.â
A little smirk graced the side of her lips. âThat may be true, but I think you miss him anyway.â
âThink again,â you snapped.Â
She giggled, which only infuriated you more, but did not press the issue further.Â
Her brother, however, was not as kind.Â
Some hours later after lunch, a crazed and wide-eyed Mike Wheeler came charging at you as you sat on the porch swing with Nancy.
âYOU!â he hollered with an accusatory index finger pointed straight at your forehead. âThis is your fault, isnât it?!
You looked at Nancy with confusion before looking towards Dustin who stood beside Mike.Â
âHe means Eddie,â Dustin said.Â
You scoffed and rolled your eyes. âI donât know what youâre talking about. I havenât talked to him in days.â
Steam was practically whistling out of Mikeâs ears. âSo it is you! I knew it! I told you it was her!â
Dustin held up his arms in surrender. âI never said it wasnât!â
âIâm sorry, whatâs going on here?â Nancy interjected.Â
Mike stood to his full heightâwhich was now incredibly tallâand sighed heavily, glaring at you with pure malice as he spat, âPurple Rain.â
Clearly he thought this was some sort of revolutionary statement, but neither you or Nancy knew what the hell he was talking about.Â
âThe song?â you offered.Â
âYes,â he replied through gritted teeth. âContinously. As soon as the song finishesâno, sometimes even before it endsâhe rewinds it and starts it all over again. He wonât stop playing it!â
This still did not give you any clarity on the situation at all. âI think you need your head checked or something.â
Dustin stepped forward. âWhat Mike is trying to say is, weâve been through this before, okay? He went through it the first time Lucas and Max broke up, and I had to deal with it when Steve andâyou knowâsorry Nance, no offense. When Steve and Nancy broke up,â he smiled weakly. âThe point is, Eddie is playing break up music and we canât get him to stop. So can you just talk to him?â
âNot to mention heâs been extra pissy lately,â Mike added bitterly.Â
You didnât know what else to do besides laugh. Munson playing Prince on loop? In front of people? Like some lovesick idiot? How pathetic! And hilarious. And also a little sad. Though the self satisfaction of knowing he was sufferingâwhether or not that had anything to do with youâwas a little uplifting.Â
âI can guarantee you that I am not the reason heâs doing that!â you laughed.Â
Mikeâs top lip curled in a confused sneer. âYeah it is.â
âHe said that?â Nancy piped in with an annoying smile.Â
âNo, but I just know it is,â Mike argued. âYouâre the only girl whoâs ever talked to him in his life and now you just said youâre not. Who else would it be?â
You hoped not-so-deep down that there wouldnât be anyone else that could do this to him.
âI donât know, but itâs not me. Sorry,â you shrugged.Â
Dustin pinched the bridge of his nose. âI donât think you understand the severity of the situation here. Purple Rain in its entirety is eight minutes and a half minutes long, okay? Almost nine minutes! You gotta help us!â
âI like Prince. I mean, who doesnât? But I swear if I have to listen to that goddamn song againâŚ.â Mike threatened. âI donât know what Iâll do but I wonât listen to that album for a very long time.â
âI donât know what power you think I have, but I canât stop him,â you told them.Â
âWill you try?â Mike questioned.Â
You were starting to get annoyed. âTry what, Mike? Itâs not like we're friends! Iâm actually the last person that can get that freak to do anything!â
Mike swelled. âJust talk to him when he gets here! Heâs picking us up to go to the arcade. Should show up any minute.â
Your stomach fell to the seat of your ass. Any minute? He couldnât see you like this! You hadnât been home in a few days, so you werenât at your best. Yeah, you combed your hair but it wasnât with your comb. The spare soft bristled toothbrush Nancy gave you probably didnât whiten your teeth the way your firmer one from your own home did. You werenât decent. You werenât ready. And frankly, you didnât want to see him! What if he said something stupid and you flipped out at him again in front of everyone? What if he said nothing at all and pretended you werenât there? That would hurt worse than getting called a shit friend.Â
Frantically, you scrambled to your feet and tried to shove your way through the boys in order to hide in the house. Dustin, who wasnât nearly as tall as Mike but was far sturdier, jumped in front of you to block your path. âDo I have to get on my knees and beg? Cause Iâm at that point.â
âGet out of the way!â you demanded, trying to push past him.Â
Mike joined in creating a barricade with his long arms. âFace your fears!â he yelled, bumping his chest into your face to herd you back onto the porch swing. âItâll only take a minute!â
âThatâs seven less than one play of Purple Rain!â Dustin yelled, boxing you into the corner of the porch. âPlease! Just this once, just tryâ!â
Then, you heard it. The loud, roaring engine of the van as it got closer and closer towards the house. There was only one person it could be, and if what Dustin and Mike said was true, the unmistakable guitar solo becoming more and more coherent was a dead give away.Â
âI will hurt you if you donât get out of the way!â you shouted, sawing your forearm in between their shoulders.Â
âPlease! Just this once, just tryâ!â they begged.Â
But it was no use. You knew it as soon as you heard the tires screech to a halt. Eddie Munson was here.Â
The clack of the driver door opening made you all freezeâceasing the struggle between you and the boys. He started shouting before he stood up to crane his neck over the top of the van. âLetâs go, people! I gotââ
As cliche as it sounds, time stood still when your eyes met.Â
He looked the same. I mean, why wouldnât he? It hadnât even been a week. His hair was as unkempt as usual and he had on that same dumb leather jacket. But the circles under his eyes stood out a little more. Or was it just your imagination?
For a split second neither of you said anything nor did anything but stand there and stare at each otherâcompletely at a loss as to how to react to the sudden presence of the other.Â
You werenât overcome with anger and annoyance like you were every time he crossed your mind. No, this horrible, sinking feeling was something quite different. It was then you realizedâby the way your heart plunged to the floorâhow much you did miss his company.Â
You wanted him to say something. Perhaps ask if he could speak to you privately. Maybe even acknowledge you with a small wave or anything. Some sort of olive branch to show that perhaps he was over it? Since he was the one that flipped like a damn switch and went berserk like a crazy person. He had to be the one to make the first move, right?Â
But then he looked away and nodded his head towards the boys. âHurry up. Itâs Two-Scoop Tuesday,â he said, and got back into the van without another word.Â
âWaitâso thatâs it?â Dustin deflated.Â
âGo say something to him!â Mike urged.Â
âMove,â you commanded. And when the boys split like the Red Sea with hopes youâd talk to their leader, you instead took the opportunity to bolt into the house, trying to outrun the searing pain of heartbreak in your chest.Â
Nancy found you sometime later face down on the twin mattress youâd been sleeping on in the middle of her small bedroom, simmering in despair.
âDrama, much?â Nancy observed.Â
You groaned into the pillow your face was smushed in. It shouldnât bother you. You were mad at him. He screamed at you, drove like a madman that couldâve killed both of you. You shouldnât want to see him. And yetâŚ
Defeated, you rolled over onto your back and frowned at her. âClearly he didnât want to talk to me. You saw how he ran like a coward!â
âSo did you,â she pointed out. âAt least, you would have if Mike and Dustin didnât stop you.â
You glared at her. âWhoâs side are you on?â
She shrugged, the shadow of a smirk lingering on the corner of her lips. âYouâre miserable being on the wrong side of him. Heâs obviously miserable too. Someoneâs gotta fess up and fix things.â
âNo, we donât,â you muttered bitterly.Â
She grinned. âWeâ. So cute.â
âStop,â you demanded.Â
Nancy laid in her bed, snuggling towards the edge so she could look down at your sulking form. âJust admit you miss him.â
âBut heâs so stupid!â you blurted, throwing your hands up in exasperation. âAnd annoying, and so damn irritating!â
âYouâve said all that before,â Nancy nodded. âBut if he was only that, you wouldnât look so pathetic right now. Spill. Whatâs likeable about Eddie Munson?â
âNothing,â you sneered.Â
Nancy, getting irritated with your resistance, barked your name in a tone that resembled her mother. She was not amused when you shared that with her.Â
Nancy held up Barbâs popsicle stick next to her cheek and pouted. âTalk to us,â she pleaded softly.Â
Your frown deepened as those sparkly, round eyes shone with sadness, pleading to connect over something that mattered. Unable to refuse her, you huffed and gave inâto both Nancy and the part of you that vehemently refused to acknowledge what you missed about that shitass.Â
âAt first he was not easy to be around. At all. All we did was bicker and get on each other's nerves. But after that day I ran out of class, we kind of became friends. He made a comment about Barb being the redhead thatâŚyeah,â you trailed off. âHe told me about his friend that died in the mall fireââ
Nancy stiffened. So much so that you were taken aback by it. âBarry Berman,â you added. âDid you know him?â
Nancy shook her head. âNo, I donât think so.â
âOh. Well. Eddie was really close friends with him and heâs been a wreck ever since the fire. He said Barry was with him shooting fireworks when he suddenly started walking towards town. Eddie thought maybe he was going home or something but it turns out he went to the mall and ended upâyou know. Munson claims itâs some huge government cover up but so is the moon landing. Anyway, we got closer after that? At least less volatile towards each other. Weâd go to the gas station and getââ you paused, not wanting to betray the illegal gambling operation Janine ran from behind the counter. ââroller dogs when doing homework.â
Nancy grimaced. âWhy do they eat that stuff? Johnathan loves the cheddar ones.â
âI only eat the pretzels. I havenât braved a hotdog yet outside of a single bite,â you admitted. âI donât know. I went over to his house once because he hung up on me, and then he got mad at me for biking there alone. He thinks remnants of the lab are still active or whatever the government is covering up is still out there. I donât know. He doesnât like me traveling alone.â
âThatâs why you bike with Mike and Lucas,â Nancy breathed.Â
âYeah. He told them to do that.â
A disgusting, sticky sweet smile spread across her face. âThat is the cutest thing I ever heard!â
âWhatever,â you bristled. âWe smoked a couple of times togetherââ
Her jaw dropped. âYou?! You smoked? You smoked weed?! All the times you bitch about Johnathanâ!â
âI know, I know!â you interrupted. âBut it turned a bad time into a good time so itâs fine. Anyway, I just. I don't know, Nance. He's easier to be around because I donât have to impress him. I meanâitâs Munson.â
âI thought you said he judges you?â
âHe does but on stupid stuff. Well. Maybe more like he challenges me? This is annoying. I donât know what Iâm feeling right now.â
âYouâre thinking too much,â she advised. âStop explaining and just answer. Why do you miss him?â
You sighed heavily and stared at the ceiling instead of at Nancy. It took some time to sort things out in your head, but Nancy waited patiently while you figured it out and at last answered.Â
âWe have fun,â you said sadly. âI havenât laughed like I did the other night in a long, long time. He talks a lot about nothing but I learn some things from him. Things I never thought about or honestly even cared about, really. Heâs seen me cry. Heâs seen me drool. Probably heard me snoring that time I fell asleep at his house. God, thatâs awful to think about. But heâs never judged me for that or made fun of me. Not until we had that fight.â You frowned further at the memory of him. At how easy he actually was to be around. âI justâI donât feel pressure when Iâm around him. I feelâŚfree.â
You opted to keep any notice of his looks to yourself. She didnât need to know he actually had really cute dimples or expressive brown eyes that sparkled. Was it really important to share that he had different smiles and the one where his teeth and dimples showed was your favorite?
The pity that washed over Nancyâs features was unbearable. âSounds like love.â
You closed your eyes in order to stop tears from forming. âDoesnât matter now.â
âSure it does,â she replied. âYou've both just got to stop being stupid and talk it out.â
âHe doesnât want to talk to me.â
âOh, I donât know about that,â Nancy argued. âI saw that sad puppy dog look on his face. I think heâjust like youâdoesnât know how to fix it.â
You didnât want to talk about this anymore. In fact, you wanted to just go home and come to terms with what you had just admitted aloud. Nancy didnât object, but she did let you know that she had to spend at least some time with Johnathan over break, and that tomorrow she would likely be out.Â
âYou should get out, too,â she suggested. âGo digging in the lake or something.â
That sounded a lot better than being at home and staring at the walls. âYeah,â you agreed. âIâll probably go to Lake Jordan. Loverâs Lake is the last place I want to be.â
So the next morning you took her advice. Dressed in your best fishing bib and waterproof boots, you headed down towards the shallow end of Lake Jordan with a bucket and the least stained Tupperware tub ready to find some goodies to trade Mr. Horowitz at the antique shop.Â
Though the sun was shining brighter than it had in months, the water was still far too cold for swimming, and if it werenât for your waterproof fishing boots and coveralls you wouldnât have dared enter the lake. It was quite nice being outsideâreally outsideâfor the first time in months. A few others had the same idea to come out and enjoy the sun. There were a few fishermen casting their line on the other side of the bank and one or two on skiffs in the middle of the water. Each person kept to themselves and enjoyed the solitude and the outdoors. The crisp, fresh air filled your lungs with each breath and for a few moments you completely forgot to be miserable.Â
The chilly breeze made ripples in the water, obscuring the clarity a little. Even so, tiny minnows could be seen swimming around the ankles of your rubber boots. Within no time you were tossing pottery fragments, crazy colored rocks, old glass bottles, and coins into a bucket. A badly rusted buckle of some sort was your current prize, and you wasted not time in trying to chip off the heap of crusty corrosion to try and make out the material. You were so engrossed in removing as much junk by hand that you didnât know anyone was near until they spoke.Â
âWhen are you gonna learn youâre not supposed to be out here by yourself?â he questioned with exasperation.Â
Your froze, heart jumping into your mouth at the sudden appearance of one annoying ass Eddie Munson. You didnât look over at him at the edge of the bank. Instead you resumed scraping the buckle against the plastic rim of the bucket. You couldâve asked how he knew where you were, what he wanted, or maybe why he was there in the first place, but the angry part of you settled on, âWhy do you care what happens to me since Iâm such a shit friend?â
He sighed loudly and clicked his tongue against his teeth. âReally? Weâre just going straight there? Canât even be a little decent first?â
You said nothing, abandoning the seemingly silver buckle and returned to rummage for goods in the silt and sand. You didnât really know what to say to him. Nancy was right, you did miss him, and youâd be lying if you said you werenât partly relieved to have him speak to you, but the bitter and more insecure part of you was not going to let go easily.Â
You saw him plop onto the ground from your peripheral, resting his elbows atop his knees as he squinted your way. âWheeler said youâd be out here. Guess yall are cool now?âÂ
âWhich Wheeler?â you snapped, already knowing the answer.Â
The only one who knew you were planning on coming out today was Nancy. When the hell did he talk to her? What did she say? She wouldnât have dared say anything to him about what you told her. No, she wouldnât do that. Right? What did he say? A bitter bite of jealousy and fear took hold.Â
âYour Wheeler. The sister,â he answered with confusion.Â
âWhy donât you ask her? Since apparently youâre friends with her now,â you snapped.Â
âYou know what? Whatever, man,â he scoffed, rising from his place in the dirt and dusting off the seat of his pants. âI only came out here cause she said you wanted to apologize.âÂ
Your jaw dropped, eyes bulging out of your head in shock. âMe apologize? ME?â you yelled. âYou screamed at me like an asshole. You drove like an asshole and nearly chucked me out the window. You were just a complete ASSHOLE!â
âYeah, cause you were saying complete bullshit!â he shouted back. âExcuse the fuck out of me!â
You were so angry you could scream. Actually, you did exactly that. With gritted teeth you screeched in fury. He was so maddening! He couldnât even admit that he had done something wrong or hurtful! You had already apologized to Nancy, and that shouldâve been enough! How you felt about Barbâs death had nothing to do with him! And thatâs exactly what you told him.Â
âI was talking about me and my friend and what I thought and you turned it into a soapbox session for your pain!â you added hotly.Â
Munson, with a nasty grimace on his face, shrugged. Repeatedly. Like he didnât know what to say or where to start. You were just about to give up and tell him to piss off when he finally seemed to string together a thought.Â
âLook, man. I know I freaked out,â he said stiffly, taking steps towards the edge of the water. âIt pissed me off because you know what happened to your friendâthe whole damn country does. They did a 20/20 special on it. But no one knows what happened to Barry. Not really. Just the bullshit weâre being told. Another cover up. So how you could sit there and say it was someone elseâs fault just because they were the last oneââ he paused, and wiped his brow with the back of his hand. âIt set me off, alright? âHow dare you? How could you?â you know?â
You stared at him hard for a long while, trying to find your own words while simmering with both relief to be talking to him and aggravation. He made it sound like having the answer somehow made it less painful to lose a friend, but he didnât seem to realize he was implying.Â
With an attempt at a calming breath, you emerged from the lakeâignoring the embarrassing squeak of the rubber bibs and bootsâand stood before him on the rocky shoreâs edge.Â
âThat 20/20 special came out a year and a half after Barbâs death,â you said as calmly as you could. âThere was an entire year that we didnât know what happened to her. The lab people stole her car and made a fake purchase for plane tickets and claimed she was a run away. For a year, I didnât know if she was living or dead. Abducted? Grabbed by some Ted Bundy wanna be and left in pieces somewhere! Iââ
You took another calming breath as old feelings of anxiety and fear welled in your throat before continuing. âBut yes, youâre right. We now know what really happened to her. That doesnât make it easier. That doesnât mean I donât still get angry or resentful about it.â
âYeah, towards the wrong peopleââ
âLike you lashing out at me was towards the wrong person?â you interrupted.Â
At least he had the decency to look a little ashamed.Â
âI know how you feel, Eddie, so please understand Iâd never say or throw anything like that in your face. Just like I never said anything to Nancy about how I felt,â you continued sullenly. âItâs a bitter, ugly feeling that I hated having and I thought that by sharing it with you that Iâd be freeing myself of it butâŚâ
You didnât really know what else to say, so you left it at that. Awkwardly moving around the rocks and sandy debris in your gloved hand while you waited for him to say something. He appeared to be mulling it over as he toed his shoe in the dirt. But seconds that felt like torturous minutes ticked by and he still said nothing, keeping his gaze on the ground and gnawing on the inside of his cheek.
âNow I feel like I canât talk to you,â you blurted. âNot like before.â
He finally looked up and frowned deeply. âWell thatâs just not true.â
âYou donât make it easy. Youâre so defensive and ready to explode.â
He wiped his forehead again, wincing at the discomfort of being confronted. âI usually have to defend myself. Youâre not stupid. You know what people around here say about me. It makes me a little touchy.â
âYeah, but I thought we were friends,â you admitted sadly. âI donât think those things about you.â
He rolled his eyes, not even pretending to believe you.Â
âOkay, I donât anymore,â you clarified. âI think youâre an abrasive jerk sometimes, butââ you shrugged. Your turn to be uncomfortable with muttering the truth. âI have fun hanging outâŚwith you.â
God. You wished a rogue wave would ripple over the lake and whisk you away from this conversation. Is there anything as embarrassing as barring your soul to a dumb boy?
âI think youâre judgmental and sheltered.â Though it wasnât a compliment, he seemed to skeptically brighten just a little. âBut youâre willing to try new things and change your mind, which I like.â He cleared his throat and shrugged. âI guess I have fun too. Itâs been a weird few days.â
You let out a breath you didnât realize you were holding back. Suddenly things didnât seem so tense and scary. He missed you too, in his own Munson-esque way. At least something was mutual.Â
âWell, stop being such a combative butthead!â you teased.Â
âSweetheart, youâre asking a fish to breathe out of water,â he scoffed playfully.Â
Sweetheart. How quickly you were willing to forgive him just to get that title back and never lose it again.Â
âThen could you at least not be such a combative butthead to me?â you proposed.Â
He made a show of considering the suggestionâhumming loudly and rubbing his chin as he tapped his foot. âOh, I suppose,â he sighed. âWouldnât want my balls kneed into my chest.â
You grinned. âExactly.â
He smiled lazily, ticking up only one side of his lips. âIâm sorry,â he said firmly. âFor the whole thing. It was justâŚyou know?â
You nodded. âYeah. I know. Iâm sorry, too.â
You both stood there, not really sure what to do now. Relief was still ebbing its way through your mind and body. Things were okay. At least, they were going to be. And Eddie would try to not be a dickhead and you would try to be patient with him. It wasnât until Munson started to take off his shoes that you were prompted to speak.Â
âWhat are you doing?â
âKenku training.â
âWhat?â
âIn DnD thereâs this creature that scavenges for shiny things. Trades it for money or goods or whatever. Itâs called a Kenku. Youâre scavenging for shiny things, right?â
âNot just shiny things,â you replied stiffly. âDonât be ridiculous, Eddie. The water is freezing.â
He didnât seem to hear or care. Rolling his pants up to his knees to reveal very pale legs that might have never seen the sun, you instinctively stepped back as he made his way towards the water.Â
âYeesh,â he groaned as he stepped into the chilly lake.Â
âYour toes are gonna fall off,â you warned him.Â
He shrugged, but didnât step any further once the water got to his ankles. Surprisingly, he listened intently and watched how you scoped the bottom with the Tupperware and didnât interrupt or tell you any better ways to do your thing. He seemed genuinely interested and eager to try. Much to your annoyance, he was already much luckier than you were. Within just a few minutes he was pulling coins, rings, and even a rare homemade item.Â
âNo way! Is this reallyâ?â he questioned, holding out a small cube in his palm. It was chipped, but sure enough there was a small dice in his hand.Â
âIâve found only one of these before. Mr. Horowitz said itâs made of bone.â
âThat is so fucking sick!â he cheered, holding it up to the sun to inspect it further. âMove, you might be standing on the other one.â
All the stress and misery of not having him around had melted away into nothing as you watched him wince and chitter while he tiptoed in the shallows in search of forgotten treasure. It looked so silly that you laughed, and once you started doing that around Eddie Munson, it was hard to stop.Â
you were lying on your bed talking to your friend over the phone when he walks in . you raise your eyebrow , a confused expression on your face in contrast to his smug , mischievous look . you continued talking , eyeing him as he just stood there watching you from your door , his gaze lingering over your body while you played with your hair . he didnât move from his spot , didnât say a word , just looked at you with those hungry eyes he always had
the living door room clicked , the voices of your mother and your step dad saying their goodbyes from downstairs and only then did your step brother move towards you . the bed dipped as he hovered over your body , rubbing his hands on your bare legs while you still talked on the phone . your eyes locked and it stayed that way as you blabbered on an on about the cute football player in your class , which only made eddieâs bulge more evident . he started to take off your shorts and rubbed your covered folds with his fingers , the cold of his silver rings bumping up against your clit every now and then that made you gasp and reach out for more
he tskâed at you and nodded his head towards the phone , you rolled your eyes â sorry babes , gotta go . . . sisterly duties call â at that eddie snarled at you and dived right into your lips , devouring them as his fingers still worked on your covered clit . you moaned into his mouth and bit at his lip whenever you could , a tactic to get him to stop teasing and just fuck you already . you felt his body weaken and in that moment you used all your forced to flip him around and pin him down to the bed . you undid his jeans in a flash and wasted no time in sinking yourself down onto his cock , he groaned as you hit the base of his cock and grinded with a slow pace , â fuckinâ hell - so needy arenât you â
you scoffed at his words â as if you werenât the one watching like a pervert â he bucked his hips up once , enough to make you moan and steady yourself on the headboard , â how can i not ? when my sweet step sister looks so hot in her bed â you picked up a pace on his cock , dragging up and down â fuck me like your sister - if you want it so badly â
you didnât need to tell him twice . now he had you pinned to the bed as he pounded you , your tits bouncing in full view for him to nip at once and a while . you begged him , begged him to go faster than he alreadly was and he did as you commanded , his hand on the headboard as he rammed deeper into you , as deep as he could that the outline of his cock could be seen inside of you . your moans filled the room as you reached your orgasm , clawing at his back , leaving indents on him which only made him more riled up . you were almost there , almost at you release but he pulled out and you huffed so loudly , rolling your eyes at him but he picked you up and ordered you to get on all fours . . . who are you to deny
he took your hair in his fist and pulled as hard as he dared , wasted no time in entering your folds again but he knew that youâd have to start from square one . you wanted to let go so badly that you rubbed your clit , the friction from both making you shake so much that eddie had to steady you with his biceps . you let out one last guttural moan and came , the sticky fluids dripping on your freshly washed bedsheets but he didnât stop â just a little longer - let me finish â he continued his pace , as your crumbled under him , your brain foggy and your eyes fluttering
it didnât take long for him to cum inside of you , he let it all out with a groan and several kisses to your back . he laid you down on the bed , watching his cum seep out of your puffy cunt , he placed his lips all over body , rubbing your curves and praising you for being such a good sister to him . you could only smile and complain about your bedsheets but eddie only admired it , a perfect painting of the two of you he said
london could we please get steve or eddie with flirt!reader? maybe she makes them all shy or something n its just cute and fluffy?
thanks for the ask !!! ( eddie munson x flirty!reader )
Eddieâs not shy, by any means.
Maybe heâs quietened over the years, dropped the bravado he used as a shield during high school and traded it for something a little more subtle, but shy is not a word heâd used to describe himself. Shy is more for his Uncle Wayne (or is reserved a better descriptor?) or the little kids who come into the record store for the first time, pockets full of cash. Shy is not an Eddie Munson associated word.
But heâs feeling it now, a little timid bubble growing in his stomach, a scratchy feeling tingling under his collar and the slow drying of his mouth. Eddie wants to crawl into your bedsheets and hide away from your gaze. Shyness creeps up from behind him, a surprise attack from an unknown entity.
You keep pulling back away from Eddieâs arms to get a better look at him, rising blush and all, drinking in all his features in your bedroom light. Your eyes burning the side of his face has him slightly antsy and he holds you there, tight and flush against his body so all you can see is his soft sleep shirt and the small TV set by the foot of your bed.Â
You push at his chest again. âEddie.â
His voice comes out strange, too pitchy and high at the end. He sounds unlike himself. âYeah?â he says, strained, almost a whisper.
âCan you let me go?â
âDâyou need to go to the bathroom?â
âNo.â
âThen I donât think so.â
You huff again, push some more and make a whining sound that heats up his belly. âEddie.â
âMhm?â
âLet me get a better look at you.â
Youâre not too much, per say, Eddie would like to say that youâre the perfect amount of everything, but he thinks if you give him another one of your adoring looks he might sink into the bed Nightmare on Elm Street style. Youâre unashamed in your doting and your affection is driving him fucking crazy.
He diverts. âSo you donât care about my movie?â
You know you donât. He knows you donât. Youâll watch it again later when youâre not too busy tracing the contours of his face with your eyes. âI do care, handsome, but I just want to get a good look at you.â
Itâs in your nature to be a flirt. Eddieâs seen your antics with Nancy and your batted eyelashes at Steve, but your voice drips in a genuine honey that has Eddieâs skin crawling. This isnât for fun and what youâre saying isnât just a handful of throw away comments. Eddie summons all of his strength to meet your eyes.
You grin when he relents, fat and wide. âLook at this mole right here, baby,â you murmur, pointing at a spot at the side of his nose as you tilt his face towards you, âThatâs a new one.â You blink up at him through your lashes and press a kiss to the mole.
Eddie thinks he might pass away. He jolts backwards, grabbing one of your lace pillows and forcing it over his red face. It smells like you too, youâre fucking unescapable.
He lets out a frustrated sound into the fabric. âYouâre killing me here, beautiful girl,â he groans as you giggle over him, trying to wrestle the pillow from out of your view, âYou sit here all pretty, donât pay any attention to my movie and then you try to fucking kill me. Do you hate me, sweetheart?â
You finally manage to push the pillow away but not before Eddie rolls onto his belly, face down in your bedsheets with a âhmph!â
His inky dark hair creates a halo around his head and you tuck a strand behind his ear. âI donât hate you, Eds.â you laugh.
Eddie shifts to the side, peeking at you with one chocolate brown eye. âI have a really big crush on you.â
You frown at him. âI couldnât tell.â
He squeezes his eyes shut when you bend forward, hands on your knees as you kiss his temple. âYouâre okay yourself.â you hum,
Eddie grins, shifting over so you can kiss the rest of his face. He giggles when your kisses become loud smacking sounds, each emphasised with their own mwah.
âCan you hug me?â he asks quietly, tattooed arms outstretched.
You pretend to think about it. âAre you sure you wonât keel over and die, honey?â
Eddieâs already pulling you close to his chest, cheeks ruddy as he sighs into your hair, heart pounding against your own. âWeâll see.â
Thinking of cuddles with Eddie (writing this to go to sleep. If any of my irls find this, yes I am this way and I wonât apologise)
^O^
a/n: this is a draft from DECEMBER i havent touched and cant be bothered adding to lmao enjoy
He is so. Warm. You barely need a blanket, but he always insists on keeping you comfortable, so you comply.
You lay in his bed, wind faintly rattling the windows of the trailer. Youâre against his chest, his fingertips pressed against the bare skin of your shoulder, his hand and wrist slipped under your shirt, tracing idle patterns.
âDid you enjoy sitting in on my campaign today?â He asks gently.
âMhm. But I think Iâll have to write you a list of things I need translated.â
He snorts, turning his head to you a little. âSure. Whatever you need.â
You nod, settling against him. âI like watching you do them. You always have so much fun.â
âThatâs why we play.â He sighs, settling against the pillows more. âYou really should join us at some point.
âI donât know if Iâd be able to keep up. And I donât know if Iâd fit.â
âYou definitely would. And as for keeping up, Iâd force the others into going slow for you. Maybe like some kind of slice of life shit you seem to enjoy.â He smiles when that gets a chuckle out of you.
âYeah, maybe. One day. Just gotta build the confidence.â
âNo time like the present.â
You play with his rings on the hand that sits on your stomach, and he lets you. Itâs like a self regulation tool for you both. Time to decompress.
âYouâre so cozy.â The words escape you in a contented mumble, your body relaxing even more. Your heart beats against your chest like a metronome, pulsing against him. He relishes in knowing youâre genuinely here and not some imaginary friend he got too close to.
âYouâre my safe person. My favourite.â
He closes his eyes to compose himself, using the silence and quiet to ease him, to wane himself from being flustered at your words.
âYouâre my favourite, too. My only. Nobody else but you.â He murmurs, making you grin, heart racing despite the calm.
content tidbits; acts of service/gift giving eddie, eddie doesn't die but its not mentioned because the timelines for this remains ambiguous lmfao (i'd say 80s-2000s if you wanna see what i visualize writing this), mention of selling drugs, swearing, established relationship, no gender for reader mentioned
a/n; can't be bothered with a word count for this. eddie makes me happy and hopeful and comforted and i wanna write for him more! i live vicariously through his DIY antics and geek brain. quite a few of these i plan to elaborate on, and are inspired by things i love rn!
would absolutely drag you to annoy steve and robin at Family Video
cheap dates but very fun dates! stargazing, long drives where he plays music he thinks you'd like, diner deal dinners, a lot of reading and art at his trailer :))
would ALWAYS have a way to make you feel better. he would have to get the ropes right when it comes to comfort, but he will still do his best to keep you hopeful, happy, and taken care of. no matter what.
would find the most niche horror movies? and force you to watch them. then asks to sleep with the lamp on afterwards
physical media and thrifting king. gets you so many trinkets and fun media from god knows where. would hate to see netflix and spotify coming HAHA
is very big on the 5 r's rule (reduce, reuse, recycle, repair, repurpose) and will fix anything 5000 times before buying a new one or throwing it away. WILL spend hours fixing something for you, and if he doesn't know how, will hand it to dustin. many mugs he gives you for your morning drinks are stuck together w superglue. but this also means he'll carry a small sewing/emergency tin with him
on this note, once y'all are together, he essentially becomes the 'mom bag' person. has anything you need at all times
loves summer, hates sweating. will give you the most memorable summer breaks tho, at the cost of burnt skin and 'im hotttttt' whining
lets you slide his rings around his fingers if you need to fidget/are anxious
if someone does something he qualifies as genuinely embarrassing, he will side eye his gaze to you and have to look away biting his lip to not laugh
you steal from each others closets. regardless of size he will take what you have that smells like you
wouldn't necessarily put a permanent hold on his 'business', but would do it less for your sake. he would rather have less cash than talk to you from a prison phone
starts writing way more love songs because of you lol. would stil; have typical metal themes in them but the lyrics are always in reference to you
FUNNIEST mfing partner/friend. he just says and does shit that isn't even meant to be funny and when you laugh he looks at you like đ§ââď¸ but is also very intentionally funny too. you will always be smiling if he's near
most obnoxious fuckin laugh
cooks a lot of his comfort foods for you that his mother made him as a kid
would paint your nails and vice versa. sometimes you do matching, or he attempts nail art on you
yapper central with this one when he talks about what he loves. will give you a verbal biography on dio if prompted, but his voice is lovely so you will gladly listen to his deep dives
knows some crazy shit?? will just drop it on you that he knows all chemical components used in weapons or something
wayne adores you. he loves seeing eddie happy, and you came into their lives at the right time :)
will buy you flowers but sneezes the fuck out of them. also will never touch peony. he hates peony.
if you take medication, he will learn your times and routines and will either verbally remind you/check in, or leave notes around
he is generally very soft with you. he treasures you and wants to give you his whole heart and soul, and doesn't want to scare you off too soon
Eddie comforting you after watching a scary movie <3 a drabble
a/n: watched The Texas Chainsaw Massacre for the first time earlier tonight and I canât sleep easily bc Iâm a little spooked đ§ââď¸ so Iâm letting Eddie help me w that
content tidbits; swearing, mentions of horror and gore and the fictional prospect of death, banter, mostly dialogue, Eddie is a little shit, swearing
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You lay on Eddieâs chest, his bed in the trailer a familiar hotspot for your relaxation. Only, the relaxation was taking its sweet time tonight.
Eddieâs arm was around your waist, fan on nearby, the night peaceful. And yet you still couldnât get the Iâm of that stupid murder house that sat in eerie darkness out of your head.
You sigh, pressing your face closer against him.
âYâ okay?â He murmured, voice heavy with sleepiness.
âMhm. Just thinking of the movie.â
âIt was good, right?â
âYeah. But it still has me kinda jittery. Iâm okay with horror, but⌠I donât know. It was intense.â
âAw, babe,â he leaned in softly, pressing a reassuring kiss to your forehead. âItâs okay. Next scary movie we watch, itâll be one you know you can handle, and weâll watch it when itâs not dark out. âKay?â
You nod, his words of comfort making you feel at ease.
âIâd always protect you from shit like that, okay? Leatherface would have to get through me first before he could ever get tâ you.â
âEddie, you canât run the mile in PE class, I donât know how much luck youâd have against Leatherface.â
âOkay, rude, and also, you canât either. So at least weâd become human sausages together knowing I tried, right?â
âRight. Fine. I surrender. We both canât run for shit, but you protecting me is romantic.â
âMmmhm.â He presses another kiss to your head. âFeel any better?â
âYeah. Less worried a skin wearing mask man will be preying on me. Thanks, babe.â
âNo need for thanks. Tis my duty as your humble beloved.â
âShuddup and sleep.â
âHey, you were the one all huffy because you donât have as good of a horror tolerance as me.â
âAnd Iâm now telling you that said duty has been fulfilled and you can hush.â
âFine. Okay. Iâll lay here, thinking of alllll the ways I would impersonate the silence of Leatherface-â
âOh now thatâs not fucking fair-â
âAh ah ah, thought you needed sleep.â
You huff again, pressing deeper against him. âYouâre mean.â
âYou love it.â
âI love when you stick to being the agreeable romantic.â
âYou love me for all my twisted habits, admit it.â
âI do. Now can we sleep?â
âYes,â he sighs like itâs a personal grievance, but his free hand moves to run over your head.
Just as youâre about to sleep, Eddie pipes up
âDid you hear that?â
âEddie, Iâm not fucking joking.â
âAlright, alright, not a funny joke. Love you too.â
âDick.â
Eddie grinned, but held you tighter. He was a tease, but he meant it; he would not let you be scared alone.
Which is why he leaned over to switch on the lamp for his own sake.
Description: Johnny Storm needs a change in his life. So when he goes looking for an apartment to move out of the Baxter Building and live a ânormal lifeâ, he ends up being your roommate. As you both struggle with the highs and lows of dating in New York, through shared takeout on the living room floor and dances under the refrigerator light, you may realize what you needed has always been right in front of youâŚor in the room next door.
This is a Part 1, loosely inspired by the movie When Harry met Sally. Set in the early 80âs of the Fantastic Four canon retro-futuristic world.
Tags/Warnings: romcom vibes, fluff, domestic moments, johnny loves women and johnny loves music, talks about sex, one smut-ish scene, cheeky easter eggs and cameos.
Note: When I tell you Iâve been wanting to write this since December!!! When @nexxen24 made me watch When Harry met Sally for the first time đ¤ This is by no means a retell of the film, but itâs inspired on the essence of it. I had so much fun writing this part, enjoy đŤśđź
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Johnny spent a lot of time feeling stuck.
Stuck at the Baxter Building, for starters. Living with his sister, brother in law, Ben and a droid as the worldâs most renowned family, could be considered âfantasticâ most of the time, but it could also beâŚexhausting.
It wasnât that he didnât love them, of course he did. They were his team. His family. But lately, Johnny had started wanting something different. For once, not something shiny, or bigger or better. Quite the opposite really, just somethingâŚsimpler. Something a little closer to normal.
Which was laughable, considering who he was. Johnny Storm had never had ânormalâ a day in his life, even before the powers.Â
Maybe thatâs why he craved it so bad. OrâŚmaybe it was just a quarter life crisis.Â
He didnât exactly know when it started, but suddenly he wanted to know what it felt like to walk through a lobby where no one greeted him like he was the president. To buy laundry detergent and groceries and whatever people who donât have a Herbert to do it for them, well, have to do. To have a mailbox in a locker with a little key, and no need to go through a dozen levels of security clearance just for some fan mail.
Maybe thatâs why he found himself going through rental listings at two in the morning in the darkness of his room. Half laying on his round bed, one arm raised up in flames to illuminate the newspaper in front of him.Â
This is ridiculous, he thought. He told himself he was just looking. Killing time. He wasnât going to do it, he was just thinking about it. Swear to God he was not actually going to do it. But an ad caught his eye.Â
Roommate Wanted
Apartment in Brooklyn, Park Slope. Two bedrooms, one bathroom. Looking to split rent 50/50. 4th floor. Girls only, unless youâre famous, then we can talk. Call after 7pm if youâre interested.Â
âUnless youâre famous,â Johnny chuckled, re-reading the ad, and the name attached to it.Â
The ad was pretty vague, but Johnny recognized the location. Safe neighborhood, no rooftop pools in that area, and definitely no doorman.Â
It was perfect.Â
The next day he counted the hours until 7pm came. He wanted the full experience, so instead of using the fine piece of technology on his wrist to call the number he saw on the ad, he took some coins from Franklinâs piggy bank in exchange of a generous twenty dollar billâyouâre welcome buddyâand found himself a random telephone booth at Central Park, just in time.Â
Big breath, here goes nothing.Â
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The landline phone hung on your kitchen wall rang exactly at 7:01pm. You cleaned your hands with a napkin, leaving a bowl of heated leftovers on the counter before picking up.Â
âHello?â You said, holding the phone between your ear and your shoulder.Â
âHey! Iâm calling for the apartment ad, Iâm very interested.âÂ
The voice on the other side of the line surprised you. So far only women have called you and unfortunately none of them had agreed with the rental fee. âUh, sureâŚwhatâs your name?âÂ
âIâm Johnny Storm,â he said immediately.
Okay, pause. Is this guy being for real right now?Â
ââŚRight,â you said after a moment, dragging your words and fiddling with the tangled cord. âAndâŚyouâre looking for an apartment?âÂ
The disbelief in your voice made Johnny sigh. Only when the words left his mouth he realized how ridiculous his name probably sounded. But what else was he supposed to say? He wasnât planning on hiding who he was, even if it was just a call. That felt wrong.
âYeahâŚlisten IâuhâŚI know this may seem a little off, but Iâm looking for a place forâŚpersonal reasons, and your ad caught my eye. I really like the area and I can definitely pay rent on time.â
He chose to leave out the fact that he could actually pay rent four years in advance. That seemed a little overkill.Â
âI swear I donât set couches on fire, not unless you ask,â he added with a nervous laugh, but his whole body relaxed when he heard the chuckle you left out. âAnd you said being famous was the exception soâŚcan we talk about it?âÂ
You contemplated for a moment. To be honest? It seemed too good to be true. On the other hand, you had nothing to loseâŚand you wanted to go back to your dinner. So you just shrugged.Â
âAlright,â you said, âIâll tell you what, Johnny Storm. Thereâs a cafĂŠ a few blocks from the apartment, called âGetaâsâ. Let's meet there, Saturday at noon. If youâre actually who you say you are, youâre paying for coffee. If youâre not, Iâm calling the cops.â
âGetaâsâ Johnny grinned. âRoger that. Iâll be there.â
You werenât actually planning on calling the cops. Or well, you hoped you didnât have to call them.Â
Worst case scenario, some random guy was pretending to be Johnny Storm, and youâd have to ditch the clown and go back to answering calls. Best case? WellâŚyou hadnât really considered that one, because come on. Johnny Storm, Manhattanâs golden boy, Mr. Baxter Building himself, apartment hunting in Brooklyn?
Absolutely not.Â
Still, you got to the cafĂŠ ten minutes early. Picked your favorite table by the window, with a good view of the street and a close exit in case things get weird. You ordered your usual drink, a side of mini croissants, and the wait began.Â
You were mid sip when you heard the familiar ring of the bells above the cafeâs door.Â
"Mr.Storm!" someone called from behind the counter, way too cheery to be greeting a conman. âWelcome to Getaâs!â
Your head snapped up, andâŚyup. There he was.Â
Johnny Freaking Storm. Golden hair, golden everything. A pair of sunglasses perched on his head, paired with some designer jacket and perfectly fitted pants and that pearly white smile youâd only seen on billboards.Â
He looked unfairly good in real life.Â
He nodded to the barista, who was currently having a mini stroke behind the register, then turned his gaze toward the tables, looking forâŚyou?Â
Right, yeah. You.Â
You raised your hand awkwardly, giving a tiny wave that said yep, thatâs me, the girl who didnât think youâd actually show up. He smiled wider at your stunned expression, and strutted straight to you, sliding onto the chair across from you.
âI didnât actually think Johnny Storm was going to show up today,â you blurted out, making him chuckle.Â
âI get that a lot,â he said, shrugging.Â
âDo youâŚwant a mini croissant?âÂ
âOnly if theyâre not poisoned,â he joked, narrowing his eyes playfully.Â
âRight. Youâre the Johnny Storm. You probably have someone test the croissants for you.â
âThat would be Herbert, yes,â he nodded cockily, getting another chuckle out of you.Â
This time you narrowed your eyes at him, trying to process the entire fever dream. He just tilted his head, matching your face expression in amusement. You shook your head and leaned back a little, crossing your arms.Â
âOkay, I feel like I need to say this out loud so I know Iâm not hallucinating. My apartment is not in Manhattan. Itâs not a penthouse. I donât live next to models or celebrities. Are you sure you replied to the right listing? Or is this just youâŚpulling a bit? Like a prank show? Because I really do need a roommate.â
Johnny chuckled, shaking his head.Â
âNo cameras, I promise,â he reassured. âI know where the listing said it was. Park Slope. Two bedrooms. 4th floor. You said girls only unless youâre famous, which, consideringâŚâ
He leaned back with a shrug, gesturing at himself.
âYeah but that was a joke. I mean you could, I donât know, live anywhere. Somewhere crazier likeâŚthe moon or space in general,â you gesture vaguely, because him living in another galaxy sounds more realistic than him sharing a couch with you.Â
He seems to find it funny, at least, but something in his face softens before he lets out a sigh.Â
âListen, I know this is weird butâŚIâm not joking. I donât want a penthouse. Iâm not looking for anything âcrazyâ or fancy or with zero gravity. I justâŚwant something a little quieter. A little more normal, you know?â
You raised your eyebrows, still skeptical. âWell, Johnny, life in an apartment building is not necessarily âquieterâ,â you chuckle. âNormal? For sure. But youâre telling me the big Human Torch, who flies over the stadium to see the Mets, wants normal?â
He shrugged, but thereâs no cockiness to it anymore.Â
âI know. Shocking, right? But I do," he said. âI mean, the towerâs great and all, but itâsâŚa lot. And itâs all Iâve known for most of my life. Cameras, tech, Reed in general, it justâŚnever stops. It always feels like everything needs to be perfect, you know? I kind of want a door I can lock and a couch I donât have to share with a 500 pound rock man. Maybe just withâŚa normal roommate."
You stared at him in silence. If there was anything you learned from Johnny Storm in that short interaction, it was that he had the bluest of eyes, and the way they were looking at you, like he needed to be understood by some random girl he just met, made something in your heart clench.Â
Still, you had questions. You werenât going to be swooned into giving away half your apartment.
âA normal roommateâŚâ you drawled, still waiting for the punchline of this whole situation. âSo, you donât mind the fact that I have a regular job and I donât throw superhero parties?â
That makes him grin again. âWell, I was kind of hoping you threw superhero parties. But thatâs okay, I can tell spidey to meet me somewhere else.â
You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling. OkayâŚmaybe youâre getting a little swooned. You looked down at your drink, trying to play it cool.Â
âAnd you know I probably wonât scream when you come out of the shower shirtless or whatever?âÂ
Johnny grinned wider.Â
âI mean, you can. Youâd have shirtless privileges as long as you donât go around selling pictures of me.â
That makes your smile grow. Damn him.Â
You really tried to stay skeptical. Tried to keep a cool head and ask more serious questions. But shit, they werenât lying about the Storm charm.Â
And the sad truth wasâŚyou liked it. The way he made you laugh. The way he was looking at you. Not just in a flirty, over the top Johnny Storm way. He seemed genuine, not necessarily trying to impress. You could tell he was truly interestedâŚmaybe even hopeful.Â
And I mean, whatâs the worst that could happen? You really needed a roommate like, yesterday.Â
âOkay, Johnny Storm,â you shrugged. You had nothing to lose. âWanna go see it?â
âAre you sure you donât want to fly up the fire escape?â You tease, eyeing the four flights of stairs ahead of you as you walk into the building.Â
âPlease. Iâm going for the full normal experience, remember?â He gives you a smug little smirk.
You snort, then pretend you donât hear him panting by the third floor. But all the amusement goes away as you open your front door, totally not freaking out about the fact that Johnny Stormâyour potential roommateâis about to come inside.Â
Time for the house tour.Â
The apartment is not that big, not like anything in New York is anyway, but the layout looks decent under the soft light coming through the windows. The ceilings are high, the wood floors shine when the sunlight hits them right and the open kitchen is small but cozy.Â
Johnny walks in with an unreadable expression in his face. Still, you canât help but look at it the way he must be seeing it now; the single couch in the living room with carefully picked mismatched throw pillows, the thrifted coffee table you sanded and painted yourself, the small black and white TV, the organized mess on every surface butâŚitâs home. Itâs been home for a year now.Â
He turns around in a slow circle, taking it all in, eyes landing on a small desk by the window with a typewriter on it and stacks of paper all around it. He wanders over there, leaning a hand on the window frame as he looks out over the rooftops.Â
The view isnât breathtaking, not at all like the one heâs used to back home, or the one he sees when he flies over the city, but itâs beautiful nevertheless. Lived in. Rows of shoulder to shoulder red brick facades, dozens of arched doors with molding and tall trees lining up the street.Â
Standing here, he feels small. In a good way.Â
âItâs actually very nice,â he says, turning to you with a smile.Â
âThanksâŚâ you say. Relief washing your features. âDoes it meet the great Johnny Stormâs expectations?â
He shrugs playfully, eyes darting across the floor like heâs looking for something. âIâm still expecting at least one cockroach cameo.â
You gasp in mock offense, but canât fight the smile on your face.Â
âGive it time.âÂ
You gesture for him to follow you into the mini hallway to access the rooms, separated by a bathroom in the middle.Â
âThis oneâs my room,â you say, pointing to the one that faces the front street. âYours would be the one on the left. It has good light in the morning.â
He hums, peeking inside the empty room. âI like that.â
âAnd thenâŚthereâs a smaller third one next to yours. Iâm using it for storage, and I wasnât planning to fill it butâŚI was actually going to talk with my new roommate about considering renting it too. ButââÂ
âHow much more do you need to make it work?â
âWhat?â
âWell, if youâre gonna have to bring in a third roommate, then I assume the math doesnât quite work yet. I can do more than 50/50,â he offers like itâs nothing.Â
âJohnnyâŚâ
â60/40? 70/30? Just tell me what you need, I got it.â
âThatâs not really the point,â you say softly, shaking your head. âLookâI justâŚIâve loved this apartment for over a year now but rent went up and itâs been a bit tough finding someone who can help afford this place. The building is nice but peopleâve been turning me down when hearing their part. So, I thought I might have to split it in three. But Iâm not trying to take advantage of anyone, of you...itâs just a big deal for me, living here you know?â You shrug, suddenly feeling self conscious.Â
âYouâre not taking advantage of me if I want to help,â he says, just as softly. âSeriously. I like it here. This whole thing Iâm trying isâŚkind of a big deal for me too.â
Your shoulders relax a bit, and a smile tugs at your lips.Â
âSo you really want to live here?â
Johnny looks at you like obviously, before that cocky grin sneaks into his face again. âI already committed to the stairs. Iâm invested now.â
That gets a laugh out of you.
âWell,â you smile, stepping toward him, extending your hand, âthen I guess we are roommates, Johnny Storm.â
âRoommates,â he nods, sliding his warm hand into yours.Â
âBetter than the moon, then?â You tease.
âWay better,â he smiles. And oh, that smile is trouble.
Four months later.
Living with a celebrity has beenâŚsurprisingly uneventful.
No paparazzi hiding behind the trees, no fans camping outside the lobby, no wild afterparties. In fact, itâs been almost too normalâŚif you ignore the fact that your roommate is technically flammable.
Johnny hasn't set anything on fire. Not on purpose, at least.
The kitchen had two close calls. Both were an attempted murder breakfast. He claimed the stove was not user friendly because âit has no lights like the one at homeâ, so you had no choice but to ban him from using it unsupervised.Â
Still, he tries. On some nights when you come home dragging your feet from work, heâs already waiting by the TV with takeout bags in hand and his sweater sleeves pushed up as if he made the meal himself.
Youâve also noticed his little communicator/watch thingy beeps every Wednesday at 8 pm for family dinner back home. He flies off the fire escape, only to return a few hours later with something delicious like Benâs lasagna or Herbertâs infamous cheesecake (youâve learned heâs actually a droid and not a private chef.)
âFigured you could take some for lunch tomorrow,â heâd say casually, placing whatever he brought carefully in the fridge.
Oh, and the fridge! We have to talk about the refrigerator. A ridiculous piece of fine technology he barely managed to fit through the apartment door. Itâs framed in shiny silver, with curved glass doors you didnât even think was possible a fridge could have. He said he had a similar one at home, and figured your place could use something with the same aesthetic.Â
His words.Â
And you still remember the day he moved in like it was yesterday. He arrived with an obnoxiously big truck that had to return half full to the Baxter Building, because he overestimated the space he was moving into.Â
The bed was the funniest, for sure. Or at leastâŚthe attempt to get it in. It took him forty whole minutes of directing two movers to realize his round, ridiculous, king sized bachelor bed would simply not fit through the apartment door, let alone his designated bedroom. Not by angle, not by disassembly, not even with your upstairs neighbor offering unsolicited advice from the stairwell.
Funny times.Â
Your favorite part of that day, though? When Johnny took out a shiny, white sphere-shaped turntable out of a blue velvet lined case with more care than you've ever seen a man apply to anything in your life.Â
He brought his entire record collection too. Countless boxes of them. He even had custom shelving made for the living room, right above the small tv stand. The wood midcentury curves contrasted perfectly against the brick wall, and were packed to the brim with all his colorful records. Johnny was very proud of it. Back then heâd even said they were for âshared enjoyment,â and you took that to heart.Â
Johnny hadnât noticed how many romantic records he owned until you started wearing them out. He doesn't mind at all, heâs caught himself smiling more than once when he hears you play one without asking for permission anymore. He even keeps your favorites on the shelf closest to the turntable.Â
Cause thatâs what roommates do.Â
He admits itâs a little weird, sharing a space with someone whoâs not family or youâre not romantically involved with, but he likes it so far. The simplicity. Sure thereâs no cabinets that open with a clap of his hand or a rocketship parked in his backyard, but thereâs walking out of his room for a midnight snack only to find you already there making some tea, humming in your pjs under the soft glow of the refrigerator light. That, until he lifts his hand and starts bragging about his flames heating your tea faster than a kettle. Thereâs watching you spend an entire Sunday hunched over your desk, giving the poor typewriter a run for its money while you play Sinatra in the background.
You also notice things about him. Cause thatâs what roommates do.Â
Johnny likes dancing. Itâs not a rare occasion to find him swaying his hips to Marvin Gaye or Michael Jackson in the middle of the living room when you get home at night. Heâs been trying to master the moonwalk, which you discovered one day you arrived early from work (heâs getting there.)
Johnny likes to be active. He gets very fiddly when heâs not saving the world, so he always has to be doing something. Whether itâs cleaning his custom golf clubs, doing push ups in the middle of the living room, or trying to figure out a rubikâs cube Franklin can solve in less than five minutes, but whoâs counting?
(Not Johnny.)Â
He has an unhealthy obsession with cereal, but we all have guilty pleasures, donât we?
Johnny also pays the bills. All of them. Youâve tried to argue, even tried to pay some as soon as the receipt came, only to find out heâd already done it because it gets automatically drawn from his bank account. He even goes grocery shopping like you have a pantry the size of the entire apartment.Â
âNo Johnny, you canât keep buying in bulk, we donât have space for all that stuff!!â
AndâŚheâs still The Human Torch.Â
He disappears sometimes. You just hear the beep of his watch and heâs gone in a yellow blur. Youâve learned not to worry. Not because youâre not worried, but because he always comes back.Â
Itâs your new normal. Itâs easy. Domestic in a way you didnât expect after the lastâŚperson you lived with. Youâre not sure how much longer you can keep deflecting the question that pounds your head every now and then. Is thisâwhatever this isâthe best mistake youâve ever made?
âWhat do you do for a living anyways?â Johnny asks, his attention going from the movie to your spot on the floor next to the couch.
Itâs almost 9pm on a random Tuesday. Youâre folding some laundry into baskets after Johnny convinced you into joining him watching âThe Godfather.â
âYou see me leave every day with a lanyard that says New York Times, Johnny,â you chuckle, still focused on the shirt youâre folding.Â
âYeah, but with the way you abuse that typewriter at night Iâd think youâre running a secret gossip column about me or something.â
You finally look up, only to find him munching his popcorn in amusement. You reach for his bowl to steal some, he pretends to pull it away only for a second, only to extend it closer to you with a grin.Â
âSure Johnny, because I have nothing better to do than write fan fiction about you for the Flaming Heartâs club zines,â you snort, shaking your head, but his tilts in confusion.
â...Whatâs a fan fiction?âÂ
The question makes your wrist full of pop corn stop mid-air.
âUhmâŚyouâre better not knowing,â your voice comes out a little too high pitched, trying to brush it off.
âRightâŚâ he says hesitantly, making a mental note to get the next Flaming heartâs club issue.Â
âI write for the paperâs lifestyle section,â you say, trying to stir the conversation away from that topic. Fortunately, he seems to perk up at that. âBut it wasnât always like that, I actually started writing about sports.âÂ
âSports?â He asks, lowering the tvâs volume and turning his body more towards you. âYou never talk about that.â
âWell, I wasnât exactly passionate about it. They hired me for whatever they needed. And they needed someone to write about the Mets.â
âThe MetsâŚso youâve seen me there?â He wiggles his eyebrows, making you roll your eyes playfully.Â
âI covered four seasons Johnny, four. I think I saw the human torch painting the game score on the sky a few times,â you chuckle, wiping your hands on your shorts to grab another piece to fold. âDonât think I could watch another one, though.âÂ
âDo you hate them?â
âI donât hate them specifically butâŚI canât really stand being in a stadium anymore. My head hurts and it makes me feel sick. Itâs so loud, and the games last so long. I had no idea they were that long.â
He tries to be serious, he really does because youâre opening up, but the words leave his mouth before he can stop them.Â
âThatâs what she said.â
You look at him stunned for a second, before you both burst into laughter. Of course. But you donât get mad. If anything, it helps ease some tension off your shoulders.
âOkay, okay, sorry,â he apologizes after a moment, clearing his throat when your laugh subsides. âSo, lifestyle then?â
âThey moved me last year. Which is betterâŚI guess.â
Itâs not just your hesitant tone that makes Johnny soften, but the way you start to fold a pair of socks like your life depends on it. His gaze goes to your desk by the window, still stacked with mountains of papers and the cup of tea you forgot to take to the sink last night.Â
âThat still doesnât explain the aggressive typing at midnight,â he adds, prying a little more. âUnless youâre too passionate about throw pillows or vitamins or whatever a lifestyle column is about, but by the way you told me about itâŚIâm guessing that's not the dream, right?âÂ
You chuckle at his analysis, but thereâs more sadness in it than amusement.      Â
âI want to write novels,â you admit quietly. âRomance, actually.â
That makes his eyebrows go up.
âOh, now that makes sense,â he says with a teasing grin.
You whip your head toward him. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?âÂ
âOh come on,â he laughs, leaning back on the couch to look at the ceiling, gesturing dramatically in the air. âThe girl who listens to love songs repeatedly, wants to write romance novels? Not very surprising.â
You gasp, nudging his knee so he looks at you.Â
âMay I remind you those are your records Iâm playing?â
âOh, please. You put them on more than I do.â
You try not to smile, but with JohnnyâŚyouâve learned thatâs impossible.Â
âYeah, well, itâs not my fault youâve got a softieâs taste in music,â you tease, going back to your stupid pile of clothes when he finally looks at you, feigning offense.
âI will not tolerate slander in my own home.âYou both fall into soft laughter again, before he decides to turn the volume back up, not really caring about what he mightâve missed. Romance novels, huh. Heâs definitely using that against you later.
Itâs supposed to be another random Tuesday night.Â
Youâve called it a day, and intend to sit back and relax and enjoy your evening. Youâre about to walk out of your room to make some tea for bed, when you hear the familiar rustle of Johnnyâs keys on the front door, but itâs not just his footsteps you hear.Â
No, thereâs a giggle. A girl giggle.Â
âOh my god, you werenât kidding about the stairs!â She says, followed by a breathless little laugh. âWaitâŚthis is it?â
Youâre still in your room where you can't see them, but by the sound of the girlâs voice, sheâs not exactly impressed about the place Johnny Storm brought her into. But he doesnât seem to mind, instead, you can hear his footsteps going toward the turntable, probably rummaging through his âsetting the moodâ shelf.Â
âYep. This is where I live.â
Thereâs a brief pause, where you assume the girl is looking around trying to find a camera that would explain this is just a bad prank.
ââŚReally? I thought you lived in a penthouse,â she says, laughing nervously again. âI donât know, something with a view, at least?â
âNope,â Johnny says, and you can hear the unbothered smile on his face. âThis is home.â
She doesnât say anything back, but youâre guessing sheâs probably trying to smile politely like her life depends on it. After all, sheâs not stupid enough to waste the opportunity of spending the night with the human torch.
You donât know what makes you step out of your room, maybe curiosity killed the cat, but you regret it the moment you see the girl Johnny brought home. The brunette looks like her face belongs in a billboard as much as he does. Sheâs still standing by the door, shifting awkwardly, and her eyes widen when she sees you walk out in pjâs.Â
âOh hey!â Johnny says quickly, gesturing between you with a little laugh before she spirals. âThis is my roommate. And this is, umâŚPaige.â
You smile, just enough to be polite, crossing your arms over your chest to try to keep at bay whatever youâre feeling.
âHi, Paige.â Thatâs all you can manage to say. Johnny pretends going back to choosing a record, but he watches you from the corner of his eye.Â
Paige straightens on her spot, smiling way too cheerfully for the expression of bewilderment she had just seconds ago. âHi! I love the place. Itâs soâŚcozy.â
You nod, ignoring the way she looks up and down at you, and decide itâs wiser to forget about that tea.
âNice meeting you. Iâll uhâŚleave you both to itâŚâ you mutter, before doing the only thing a sane person would do.Â
Retreat to your room, shut the door, and pretend you donât exist.Â
You decide to go back to your plans of enjoying the evening, and curl up with a good book in bedâthinking a glass of wine wouldn't be the worst ideaâwhen you hear music coming from the living room. And itâs not just any song. Of course itâs not.
The opening sultry sequence is unmistakable, so instantly recognizable that your eyes go wide as your head snaps toward the door.Â
âIâve been really tryyyyyyinâ, babyâŚâ
âNo fucking way,â you whisper to yourself.
âTryinâ to hold back this feeling for so looooongâŚâ
You rush to the door, pressing your ear to the wood to confirm youâre not hallucinating. Johnny really is shooting his shot with Marvin Gaye in the background.Â
Way to set the fucking mood. Literally.
âOh my God,â you slap a hand over your mouth to stop the disbelieving laughter bubbling out of your chest. âThatâs his move?â
You canât help it. You have to see this. You crack the door open just enough to take a peek of the living room. The record spins on the turntable, as Johnny stands in front of the couch Paige is sitting on.Â
âLetâs get it onâŚâ
And girl, Johnnyâs getting it on. He has his arms up in front of him, elbows bent, fists and eyes closed, completely surrendering to the groove. He rolls his shoulders seductively, and his hips are doing a slow sway that makes your jaw drop to the floor.Â
Heâs performing, right in the middle of your apartment, and youâre not sure if you should be horrified or turned on.Â
The girl on the couch is surely eating it up. She giggles, covering her mouth like this is the most charming thing sheâs ever seen. Johnny throws in a little hip circle, that feels unnecessarily dramatic in your humble opinion, but she squeals louder, clapping as she melts under his mating spell.
âLetâs get it onâŚletâs love, babyâŚâ
You canât believe him, you can not believe himâŚand yet, your lips twitch at the way heâs completely unaware of how stupid he looks because heâs too busy having fun doing his weird seduction ritual.Â
Of course this is how he flirts. Of course he dances like that. And of course people fall for it.
You shake your head, smiling despite yourself. Paige laughs again, and Johnny grins wide, clearly proud of himself. He offers his arm to her with a wink, leaning forward, and she takes his hand with a delighted gasp that seems to seal the deal.Â
That also means youâve seen enough.Â
You close the door softly, pressing your back against it as the music and the giggles muffle behind it. You tell yourself that you should be annoyed. You should be rolling your eyes. But god help you, thereâs this weird tender feeling blooming on your chest, and you hate it. Because even when heâs being ridiculous, even when heâs dancing to Marvin Gaye for someone elseâŚYou still find him stupidly endearing.
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Unfortunately, Johnnyâs wasnât the only performance of the night.Â
Oh no, you wish you could go back to the stupid mating dance instead ofâŚthis.Â
First you just heard the creak of a bed. His bed. Followed by a sound that could only be described as a high, breathy, and absolutely overdoneâŚmoan. A performative moan. The walls are thin, not paper thin, but still enough that every exaggerated sound from his guest bleeds through.Â
âOh my goood, JohnnyyyâŚâ
You try covering your ears with your pillow, hoping itâll help muffle the show Paige is putting on next to your room. But no, this girl is committed. Sheâs moaning as if sheâs trying to convince someone. Anyone. Everyone.Â
God, what if your neighbors think thatâs you?
Your groan is muffled by the pillow. This is torture, absolute torture. You know Johnny must be good in bed. Thatâs not the problem. The problem is that she sounds like sheâs aware she has an audience.
You lift yourself on your elbows to glance at the clock and sigh at the time. 1:07 a.m.
Who goes on a date on a Tuesday?Â
Granted, if you were fucking Johnny you probably wouldnât mind the day, or the hourâalright STOP right there. Thatâs not the point!Â
You plop back down, exhausted, but sleep doesnât come easily. You just stare at the ceiling, counting the cracks youâve never bothered to notice before, in an attempt to ignore Johnnyâs muffled groans.Â
You tell yourself itâs fine. You tell yourself youâre a grown adult who can handle the fact that her roommate has a sex life. There was never a rule against Johnny bringing someone home. He lives here. He pays for almost everything for Godâs sake. Heâs allowed to bring anyone wants.Â
It's justâŚyou were naive enough to think he wouldn't.
Girl, whatever.
Wednesdayâs morning sun hits you like a slap in the face.Â
You couldnât sleep well, not with the symphony next door. So you forced yourself up from bed and got ready for work by a miracle. Now, yawning and barely keeping your eyes open, you drag your feet toward the kitchen to find some salvation in the form of caffeine, but you donât make it two steps outside your bedroom before you collide directly into something solid.Â
And wet. And warm. Too warm.Â
Johnny.Â
Who was just stepping out of the bathroom with water dripping down his golden skin. A white towel hangs low on his hips. Like low low. His clenched fist barely keeps it in place. Blonde hair sticking in strands to his forehead.Â
You freeze in place.Â
âMorning,â he says, smirking, âYou okay? You look like you just saw a very handsome man.â
You donât really hear him. And you absolutely do not stare at his chest, his abs, or the water trickling down his happy trail. But you do notice the hickeys adorning his glistening pecs. Bright and fresh and mocking you.
âItâs okay if you want to scream.â His teasing voice makes you roll your eyes as you shove past him.Â
âPut on some damn clothes, Storm.â
Johnny lets out a chuckle, leaning over the bathroomâs door frame with his arm.Â
âWhy? You looked like you were enjoying the view,â he adds, and just to show off more, he steams the water off his body in a matter of seconds. âYou know, you can just say Iâm hot. Iâd be flattered, really.â
He expects you to say some witty remark, or give into him with a laugh like you always do, but you give him the cold shoulder treatment. Then you distract yourself by stabbing the buttons on the espresso machine he brought in just last week. Johnny notices not only that, but your sudden aggression toward the cereal box and the bowl you set a little too harshly onto the counter. He frowns, stepping slowly into the kitchen.Â
âHeyâŚwait, are youââ
âIâm not mad,â you say, still not looking at him.
âI didnât say you were,â he shrugs, lifting one hand innocently before smirking again. ââŚbut are you not though?âÂ
âIâm just tired, okay? Some of us had to sleep last night instead of entertaining their very loudâŚguest.â
âOhhh,â he clicks his tongue, grin only growing bigger. âSo this is about last night. Thatâs what youâre mad about.â
âI said Iâm not mad!â You snap.
Thereâs a few seconds of silence where Johnny debates turning around and hiding in his room before you throw a knife at him or something, but since he apparently has no survival instinct, he leans closer, tilting his head inquisitively at you.Â
ââŚAre you sure?âÂ
You set your palms on the counter with a sigh. But instead of going for the knife in the drawer to your right (very tempting) you step away from him.Â
âJohnnyâlisten Iâm not mad that you brought someone over,â you start explaining, a little hesitant because wow, this is awkward. âYou live here too and you can bring whoever you want. Itâs not about that.â
âOkayâŚâ he drags the word, waiting for the but.
âItâs justâŚit was a weeknight, alright? I have work today and I could barely sleep.â
You see the shift in Johnnyâs face when he takes in your exhausted features, your slumped shoulders and the lame work outfit you didnât seem to care much about. His brows furrow in something that looks like concern as a mild pink paints his cheeks. Thatâs when you straighten up, shaking your head in an attempt to take it back as sudden embarrassment takes over you.
âSorry, that probably sounded dumb. Swear Iâm not trying to police your sex lifeâyouâre an adult! You canâŚyou can do whatever you want, whenever you wantââ you fumble through your words, but this time Johnny is the one shaking his head as he steps closer to you, so close that you can feel the warmth radiating off his bare chest.
âShit. I didnât even thinkâyouâre right,â he says, scratching the back of his head as he turns redder. âIâm sorryâŚI shouldâve thought about that. I really didnât mean toâŚmake you uncomfortable.â
âYou didnât, not in the way you think,â you reassure, lowering your eyes to the bowl on the counter with a little shrug. âMaybe I just didnât need to hearâŚall of it. You know?â
He nods a little too quickly. âYeah yeah, totally, I get it. This uhâthis roommate thingâs still new to me, but Iâll be more careful next time. Promise.â
Next time. Promise. Youâre not sure why that didnât make you feel better. Next time. Next time youâllâ
âThank you,â you mumble, feeling Johnnyâs gaze fixed on you as you nod and turn away from him toward the coffee machine again.Â
Johnny hums, and decides to retreat back to his room, bare feet dragging over the wood floor. The roommate thing is not necessarily new new to him, but living in a shared apartment with thin walls is. At least back at home no one complained about his night endeavours anymore after Reed installed a soundproofing system specifically for this purpose.Â
He stops right outside his room, his hand resting on the doorknob when he turns to you with that charming smile he wears when he knows heâs done something wrong and he needs to fix it.Â
âLunch tomorrow?â He asks casually, almost laughing at the way your head snaps up toward him with wide eyes. âTo make it up to you. Itâs your day off.âÂ
The perplexed expression on your face doesnât change.Â
âYouâŚknow?â You tilt your head, narrowing your eyes at him.Â
âYou marked it on the calendar with a little face next to it.â He grins, shrugging cockily.Â
âI didnâtââ Your eyes land on the calendar next to the landline phone on the wall, and sure there is a little smiley face next to your circle. âYou drew that there!â you accuse with a small laugh he follows.
âWhatever. Itâs still my treat, what do you say?â
âButâŚPaige wonât be mad?â you tease, and he bites back a chuckle as he shakes his head.Â
âShe was just a one time thing.âÂ
His expression doesn't falter, but something about the quickness of his reply makes your heart do something stupid again.Â
âThenâŚyeah, guess Iâd like that,â you say softly.Â
âGood. Iâm picking the place,â he nods with a smile.
You definitely donât stare at his back as he disappears into his room.
âI got sunshineeee, on a cloudy dayâŚâ
The music coming from the jukebox is lively, and matches the bright diner Johnny brought you to. Heâd tried hailing a cab to get there, but you dragged him toward the subway, where he insisted on getting his own card to cover your fare at least.
He adored the subway, though! That poor innocent soul.Â
You werenât really sure where he was taking you, but you liked the place he chose.Â
âCan I get you anything else, honey?â The waitress asks Johnny after scribbling down your order. A kind middle aged woman with bright red lipstick, who has apparently known Johnny since he was a kid.Â
âThatâs everything for now. Thank you, Glinda,â he smiles, sending a wink her way.Â
She laughs, shaking her head, used to him doing that every other day. Then her gaze travels between you two with a smile you canât quite decipher.Â
âYou two are cute,â she says suddenly.
âWeâre notââ
âThanks!â Johnny cuts you off, and before you can protest, he nudges your foot under the table until Glinda leaves. He chuckles when he sees you narrowing your eyes at him. âLet her believe it. Weâll get better service.â
âHuh. Did that work with Paige too?â You tease with a tilt of your head, and Johnny raises his eyebrows in surprise.Â
âWow. So weâre doing that today?â
You shrug, a laugh escaping your lips. âIâm just saying, if Iâm gonna be one of your girls of the week, I should know if youâre using the same techniques.â
âOh donât worry, youâll meet the rest of my harem later and you can ask them yourself,â Johnny plays along, making your grin widen. âBut if it makes you feel better, youâre the first one Iâve ever brought here.â
Something about the comment makes something flutter in your stomach. You look around, and this is definitely not the place you imagine the girls Johnny dates hanging out. No wonder he hasnât brought them here, after all, this is just a casual âI fucked too loud the other day and I need you to forgive meâ spot.Â
âHow do you know this place?â You ask.Â
âSue used to bring me here when I was little,â he explains, smiling softly as he recalls the memory. âBest burgers in the city. I didnât want to eat anywhere else."Â
You smile, and shake the bad thoughts away, grateful to be the first one he decided to share this space with besides his sister.Â
Your food arrives eventually, and the conversation flows easily between you, just as if you were sitting on the floor of your living room. He always shares stories about his missions that seem too good to be true, and when you share stories from your job, the craziest thing you can tell him is the absurd HR drama of the week.Â
â...I guess you'd say
What can make me feel this way?...âÂ
The music fills the restaurant, and the food is so good, you canât help the delight on your face. Â
âOh my god, you werenât lying about these,â you say, a little muffled, after the last glorious bite of your burger.Â
Johnny chuckles, nodding like âI told you soâ. Youâre too busy tasting heaven to notice when he leans forward on his booth, and before you know it, his hand is reaching toward your cheek, wiping some leftover sauce with a napkin.Â
âThere you go,â he says softly.Â
The gesture is so sudden that you freeze on your spot and stop chewing, but Johnny looks unbothered as ever, leaning back again with both arms resting on the edge of the booth like that was nothing. You stare at his relaxed position, and finish swallowing what was in your mouth, trying to ignore the lingering feeling of his warm fingers grazing your skin.Â
âThank you,â you manage, clearing your throat.Â
âAnytime,â he shrugs, flashing you another one of his pearly white smiles.Â
â...My girl (my girl, my girl)
Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl)...â
-
âWell, I think that should cover the noise,â Johnny says, following behind as you enter the apartment after getting back from the diner.Â
âFine. Apology accepted, Storm.â You roll your eyes, but canât help a smile as you go straight to the living room.Â
You plop down onto the couch, and Johnny throws himself beside you. Thereâs a comfortable silence for a few seconds, one he couldnât wait to ruin by opening his mouth.Â
âDonât worry, next time Iâll keep it down,â he says nonchalantly. âI can be considerate.â
Maybe he meant it as a joke, you tell yourself. Next time. It really shouldnât bother you, but itâs the second time he says it like the idea of having another woman on his bed is as casual as eating a burger.Â
Donât say it, donât say it, donâtâ
âWell, hopefully the next one doesnât fake it so loudly.âÂ
The words left your mouth before you could think about their impact. Johnny turns fully toward you, straightening up on the couch.Â
âIâm sorry, what? Did you just say Paige was faking it?âÂ
You consider getting up and ignoring the conversation altogether, but that would make you look worse than you already do.Â
âI didnât say any names,â you try to brush it off.Â
âYou absolutely meant Paige,â he retorts. âAnd she wasnât faking it.â
ââŚOkay,â is all you say, pursing your lips together. Johnny narrows his eyes.Â
âYou donât believe me,â he says defensively, and itâs a little hard not to laugh at Johnny's genuine offense.
âWell, did you believe her?â You ask, raising your eyebrows.
He looks at you like youâve gone mad. âYes, of course I did! Iâm very attentive with those things. I would know.â
âOkay then,â you shrug, leaning forward to take the tv remote from the coffee table, but he beats you to it, and hides it behind him. âJohnny!â
âNo! Donât patronize me,â he points at you with his finger, âI pay attention, okay? Iâm not saying Iâm Casanovaââ
âYou kind of are.â
âWell not the point,â he glares at you, but you just bite back a smile and wave your hand for him to continue. âWhat I mean is, women donât fake it with me.â
He says it with such conviction, that all you can do is bite the inside of your cheek to not burst out laughing. I mean, of course certified hot stuff⢠Johnny Storm would believe that.Â
âOkayââ
âStop saying okay!â He groans dramatically, running his hands through his hair like this is physically wearing him out, and then holds them in front of you. âYou wanna hear the details? Fine. She said she came ten times.â
âTen times?â
âYeah.â
âJohnny.â
âWhat?â
âTen??â
âYes. Ten,â he says proudly, crossing his arms over his chest.Â
âDid you also come ten times?âÂ
He goes quiet for a moment, his mouth opening and closing in offense. You raise your eyebrows and nod with your head, prompting him to talk.Â
âNo thatâsâŚthatâs impossible,â he huffs. All you have to do is give him a look. See? âOkayâstop. Itâs different for women.â
âYeah, I know it is. Thatâs why you donât understand,â you sigh, trying to sound nicer now because despite everything, youâre not trying to humiliate him. âListen, Iâm sure youâre good in bed, but sometimes it just doesnât happen for us. And sometimes girls donât want to stop everything and explain that in the middle of it, so they fake it to beâŚpolite.âÂ
He looks flabbergasted to say the least.Â
âPolite? So youâre saying faking orgasms is what, being generous with us?â
âI think she was very generous, making you believe it was twelve times.â
âI said ten,â he snaps.
âRight, ten. God forbid I say an unrealistic number.â
Johnny narrows his eyes at you, but your amused smile doesnât falter. Thatâs the moment when the devil on his shoulder whispers something to him, and a glint appears in his eye.Â
âWell, what about you, then?â He asks casually.
âWhat about me?â You narrow your eyes.Â
âDo you have to fake it a lot with the guys you are with?â
âJohnnyâŚâ you laugh, rolling your eyes at how he turned it around.
âIâm just saying,â he smirks. âYou seem to know a lot about it. Did you have to do it a lot?â Heâs teasing, you know it, but there's a bit of genuine curiosity under all that.Â
âLike I said, sometimes it just doesnât happen for us,â you shrug, chuckling again but it doesnât reach your eyes this time, âmy last partner wasâŚattentive. So I didnât have to. At leastâŚnot at first.â
âYour last partner?"
You hesitate for a second, then nod.
âWe were together for five years.âÂ
âFive years?â Johnny straightens up, unconsciously sliding himself closer to you on the couch. âYou were with someone for five years?â
âYeah. I actually thought I was gonna spend the rest of my life with him,â you smile sadly. âHis name is James.â
Johnny hates James.Â
Heâs not sure what to say besides that. Youâve never told him this before, and God, that look on your faceâŚmakes him watch you more carefully now. No more teasing, no smirk.Â
âDid it end badly?â He asks softly. You shake your head.
âIt wasnât ugly per se, justâŚsad. We didnât want the same things anymore,â you sigh, he just listens. âWe had dreams, you know? Big ones. Penthouse in Manhattan, fancy dinners, skiing holidays. He wanted to go into politics, make it to congress, I wanted to become a New York Times best seller. So, weâd agreed we didnât want kids or the whole marriage thing. Just success,â you chuckle, because it sounds so foreign to you now. âBut after so many years together I changed my mind. I wanted a family. I wantedâŚmore. I wanted to live the love I was writing about.â
âAnd he didnât,â Johnny adds quietly.Â
âNo. He didn't. Didn't think we could have both.â You meet his gaze, and you see true concern there, so you smile. âItâs been about a year since we called it off. Iâve healed a lot since then. Found this place and made it home.â you say, as if heâs the one who needs reassurance.Â
Johnnyâs heart burns under his chest. Heâd never stopped to think about the life you had before him. There was a whole imagined future that someone destroyed, and he had no idea.
âI heard he made it to congress last month,â you add, toying with the hem of your shirt. âGuess that leaves me here, still writing in my pjs thinking I can make it big one day,â you chuckle, but Johnny doesn't find it so amusing.Â
âHey. Donât say it like that,â he says softly, shaking his head. âYouâre doing it. Youâre writing, maybe not in some fancy tower office or bestselling list yet, but youâre on your way. Iâve seen you type for hours on that thing,â he points at the typewriter by the window. âAnd youâre going to find someone who wishes the same things as you. You deserve someone who wants to give you all that, and more.â
âYeahâŚmaybe,â you nod. He huffs, nudging your leg playfully with his support.
âDefinitely.â
This time you let yourself smile genuinely. Youâre not sure why you let yourself share all of that with Johnny. Surely, heâs never had to worry about success, and thereâs a line of girls who would gladly marry him anyday. But the way heâd looked at you, soâŚearnest. You deserve someone who wants to give you all that, and more. His words echo in your head, but maybe you shouldn't dwell on it. He was just being niceâ
âItâs a little quiet in here, isnât it?â His voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and when you turn to look at him, heâs got his devilish smile back on.
You narrow your eyes, but he just raises from the couch and walks toward the turntable.Â
âI say, we need some music to lighten up,â he half turns to you without stopping, winking.Â
You snort, shifting on the couch to peek at what vinyl he wants to play, but he purposefully covers it with his body. You donât have to guess for long, because a familiar groove fills the apartment when he drops the needle.
âJohnny, you canât be serious right now,â you chuckle when you recognize the tune.Â
He turns away from the turntable, and he already has that mischievous glint in his eye, making a âcome hereâ motion with two fingers. His hips start moving to the rhythm as he walks toward you, and you have to bite back a smile.Â
âCome on, I already heard your sad story. Letâs dance now.âÂ
âMy sad story?â You gasp in exaggerated offense. âOh you're dead, Storm.â
âYeah?â He grins, stopping right in front of you but never halting his moves. âWhy donât you stand up and show me you can move, then?â
âI wonâtââÂ
âWell, you can tell by the way I use my walk, I'm a woman's man no time to talkâŚâ he cuts you off, singing and pointing at himself. His voice comes out so high it matches the record, and you cover your mouth to hide your smile. He keeps dancing to the groove, âAnd now it's all right, it's okay. And you may look the other wayâŚâ you do just that, but Johnny slides to stay in your line of sight.Â
ââŚWhether you're a brother or whether you're a mother
You're stayin' alive, stayin' aliveâŚâ
You cover your face, peeking through your fingers. He keeps moving so easily, so unashamed, and for a moment it feels too familiar. Itâs just like the other night, except today, you are the girl heâs dancing to.Â
âAh ah ah ah, staying aliveâŚâ Johnny channels his inner Travolta, and busts out the signature disco move: left hand on his hip, the other moving up and down in the air as the chorus hits. You canât hide the delight on your face anymore. A giggle escapes out, and he just smiles brighter, stopping his move only to offer his hand. âCome on, dance with me.â
You want to say no.
âScared of a little fun?â He teases.
Itâs a trap. Itâs a trap. But heâs standing right there with his hand outstretched, hips swaying to the beat, and those impossible blue eyes daring you to stop thinking about fake orgasms and failed relationships and just join the moment. He looks so ridiculous, yet youâre rising up from the couch before you can really think about it.Â
Johnny cheers approvingly, stepping back to give you space, and you let yourself go. Your own moves are looser, less practiced than his, but still good enough to raise to the challenge. You shake your hair playfully, spinning around so Johnny is standing behind you as you join the rhythm. You sway from side to side in opposite directions, catching brief glances of each otherâs faces. He lets out a low whistle.
âOhhhh she dances,â he praises, eyes shamelessly trailing your movements.
âShut it,â you shoot back.Â
And you both dance.Â
ââŚWell now, I get low and I get high
And if I can't get either, I really tryâŚâ
The apartment fills with music and laughter, and you get lost in your own Saturday Night Fever extravaganza. At some point he reaches for your hand again and twirls you, making you stumble into him, and you collide chest to chest. The song keeps playing, but it fades out when his bright blue eyes set on you.Â
Youâre breathless, and you try to play it cool, but itâs impossible when heâs right there.
âYouâre smiling,â he says teasingly, but you donât try to hide this time.Â
âOnly because youâre ridiculous,â you manage.Â
Johnny shrugs smugly, making you yelp when he steps back and spins you around faster than before, then prompting you to dance again. âThen be ridiculous with me.â
As you both laugh and surrender to the rhythm, you come to the realization that you could learn to love this.
The dancing.Â
Itâs Friday night, and you decide to give dating a chance again. Itâs about time after all.
You smooth down your outfit, fix your hair one last time, and give yourself a final look in the mirror of your room. Itâs been a while since you actually dressed up for something that wasnât work, and god, it feels good to remember you still have it in you.
You step out of your room hoping to leave without making too much of a fuss, when you come across a shirtless Johnny leaning on the breakfast counter, wearing his human torch pj pantsâ way too low to be considered PGâ and eating from the cereal box in his hand. Only the glow from the refrigerator bathes the kitchen in a pale golden hue.Â
Not an unfamiliar sight at all, yetâŚyou always find yourself staring longer than you should. For Johnny, however, watching you come out of your room looking like that as you leave a trail of expensive perfume heâs sure youâve never worn before, is unfamiliar.Â
âWow,â he says, straightening up against the counter, a teasing smile on his face. âShe actually cleans up nicely.â
You snort, looking around for your coat and pretending you donât feel Johnnyâs burning gaze on you when you put it on.Â
âDate night?â he asks. His voice definitely didnât come out higher than normal.
â...Yeah,â you mumble, fixing the collar of your coat. âGuy from work. Heâs umâŚweâre going dancing.â
âDancing? People still do that?â He teases. Hypocrite.
âHa. Ha. Very funny Storm,â you retort, walking to the door to grab your keys on the little hook next to it. âPlease donât burn the place while Iâm out.âÂ
âI canât promise anything,â he shrugs unapologetically, rounding the counter as if to walk toward the couch in the living room, but he really just wants to get a better look at you before you leave. âYou look very beautiful.âÂ
His words make your hand freeze over the doorknob. Thereâs something about the softness in his voice that knocks the breath out of your chest. You turn around to look at him with a small smile.
âThank you, Johnny,â you say, but before you can reach the knob again he perks up.
âWaitâheâs not coming up to get you?â
âNoâŚhe said heâd be outside at 8,â you shrug, but Johnny doesn't seem to take it as lightly as you do. If anything, youâd say he looks scandalized to say the least.Â
âYeahâno. Thatâs not happening,â he shakes his head, dropping the cereal box on the counter as he walks towards you.Â
âJohnnyââ
âNo way Iâm letting you wait outside alone in the cold while some guy honks his car like heâs doing you a favor,â he says, walking ahead to open the door. âIâll wait with you.â
â...Youâre only wearing pants.â
âYeah, and theyâre my favorite pair,â he deadpans. âLetâs go.â
âOkayâŚâ you shrug, but canât fight the smile tugging at your lips as he guides you outside the apartment. âThank you,â you whisper, when he offers his arm to help you down the multiple flights of stairs.Â
Date night hasnât even started and youâre already flustering.Â
Once youâre in the lobby, Johnny doesnât seem to mind the fact that heâs standing shirtless and barefoot next to the glass doors. If anything, heâs more interested in seeing who this mystery man is, if he even has the decency of at least walking inside to get you. For a moment he just stares at you from the corner of his eye, resisting the urge to send another compliment your way.Â
The clock ticks, minutes go by, and youâre still smiling but the slight waver of your stance doesnât go unnoticed by Johnny.Â
He glances at you, then at his watch. 8:15. Shit.
"Are you sure he said eight?" Johnny asks carefully.Â
âYeah. Eight. Michael called me yesterday to confirm it,â you nod, eyes still glued to the street outside.Â
Johnny hates Michael. He hates him so much and he doesnât even know him. But he forces a reassuring smile for you.
âMaybe traffic?â
âYeah,â you agree too quickly. âYou know how it is on a Friday.â
He just nods, and turns back to the street. He doesnât feel the bite of the cold, but he notices the way you wrap your arms around you. He silently steps closer to you, increasing his body temperature so can share some with you. You donât say anything, or even move, but time does.Â
8:25.
You shift your weight from side to side, trying to come up with something to at least make the silence a little less awkward, but nothing comes out.Â
8:30.
Johnnyâs gaze turns to you again, and you fear he sees the moment of cruel acceptance in your face. Why did he have to wait with you? This would be less embarrassing if heâd just stayed upstairs so you had time to come up with an excuse less pathetic than âI was stood up.âÂ
At 8:40 you decide itâs been enough of this humiliation, so you exhale, turning back to the stairs while avoiding Johnnyâs eyes.Â
âWell, he probably got caught up in something,â you shrug, trying to sound casual. A shaky laugh escapes your lips. âMaybe an emergency. Or maybe he just didnât want to come...â
âI donât thinkââ
âIâm gonna go back,â you cut him off, clearing your throat. âIâll just change and order something. Itâs no big deal.â
Johnny doesn't have time to offer his arm this time, because youâre already halfway up the stairs ahead of him. So he follows behind, no questions asked.
The hurt is not even about the guy who didnât show up, because you havenât known him long enough for this to be a proper âheartbreakâ, but you hate that you got all dressed up and hopeful. How you let yourself believe someone might want to see you that badly. Oh heâs gonna hear it from you on Monday.Â
And now youâre walking back upstairs with your roommate in the front row of the whole shitshow.
Your roommate who held the door open and helped you down the stairs.The one who hasn't made a single joke about the situation even when youâre sure heâs never had to worry about being stood up in his entire life. The one who said you looked beautiful with such softness in his voice that your stomach still flips thinking about it.Â
Your roommate who also happens to be Johnny Storm.Â
And the worst part?Â
Part of you wishes he was the one who stood you up. Because at least then, it wouldâve meant he wanted to take you out in the first place.
God, youâre being ridiculous.Â
You donât really want to talk when you approach the apartment. Johnny closes the door behind you with a soft click, and you donât even bother turning the lights back on since the idea of ordering something doesnât seem that appealing anymore, instead, you bend down to take your shoes off. Your night ended before it could even begin anyways.Â
âGoodnight, Johnny.âÂ
You donât wait for a reply as you straighten up and make a beeline for your bedroom, but you stop when you feel his warm fingers wrap gently around your wrist, the same one holding your shoes.
âWait,â he says softly. âJustâŚwait.â
He lets go almost as quickly, his brief touch a mere ghost feeling on your wrist as you watch him walk with determination toward the turntable in the living room, flipping through the basket of records on rotation you keep next to it. Youâre about to open your mouth to tell him youâre really not in the mood for this, but he beats you to it.Â
âAh ha!â He celebrates when he finds the one he was looking for, but from your spot itâs hard to recognize the cover in the darkness. He places the record on the player, and turns to you a little bit shyer. âThis isnât, you knowâŚa fancy dance floor. But I figured you deserved your dance anyway.âÂ
His dashing smile is soft and lopsided and even a little sheepish as he waits for your response. Your heart thumps so loud and quickly you struggle to process everything you feel in that moment, and the sting in your eyes doesn't help either.Â
You stay speechless, but Johnny doesn't mind, he only turns again to drop the needle on the vinyl before walking to your spot.
You expect the melody to come out of the turntable to be lively, something ridiculously sexy or extravagant like the other day, but when you recognize the soft chords of a guitar, you have to stop yourself from gasping.Â
âI know I stand in line until you think you have the time to spend an evening with meâŚâ
Frank Sinatra's voice dances across the apartment, just as Johnny stops in front of you and extends his hand with a soft smile.Â
âWhat do you say? Wanna dance under the glow of our ridiculous fridge?â
A chuckle escapes your lips. To think that you wouldâve expected him to mock you for what happened, but no, heâs offering you a dance instead. Again. Words are foreign to you still, but you drop your shoes to the floor and take his hand.
âAnd if we go some place to dance I know that there's a chance you won't be leaving with meâŚâ
His hand finds your waist, and yours land over his bare shoulders almost instinctively. You start to sway to the melody, glassy eyes meeting his piercing blue ones. His face is washed by the faint glow coming from the kitchen, enough to look ethereal as he guides your hips from side to side. His body is hot beneath your touch, and you find it hard to coordinate your moves with the unsteadiness of your breathing.Â
âAnd afterwards we drop into a quiet little place and have a drink or twoâŚâ
The record choice doesnât help your state either. That song. That damn song. The one youâve been playing every Sunday morning. The one you sing along to in the middle of typing as you try to recreate that love with your words. The one you reach for when the apartmentâs too quiet and you donât want to be alone with your thoughts.Â
This is not like the other day. ThisâŚthis is everything.Â
âAnd then I go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid like âI love youâ...â
Johnny breaks eye contact to spin you around softly, almost letting out a tiny huff when your chests collide back together. Thatâs familiar. His grip on your waist tightens ever so slightly, and your fingers find their way to play with his hair.Â
You donât want the moment to end. And neither does he. So you keep going, careful not to let your face bury into his bare chest, as you sway barefoot under the refrigerator light.Â
âThe time is right, your perfume fills my head
The stars get red and, oh, the night's so blueâŚâ
Maybe getting stood up wasn't so bad.
âAnd then I go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid like âI love youâ...â
Maybe this is exactly where youâre supposed to be.
The next time you decide to try dating, itâs with a better man. A totally normal, grounded, emotionally available man who shows up at your doorstep when he says he will.
Joseph has brown eyes and brown hair. A warm voice with an accent that had you internally giggling and kicking your feet when you were introduced at a work event. Heâs sweet and listens and laughs at your jokes and doesn't have a superhero suit in his closet.Â
Nope, he just works in finance.Â
Thatâs good. Thatâs smart. Josephâs normal. He doesnât light on fire at will. And he's oh, so handsome. Which is why, after many successful dates, you knew you wanted more with him.Â
Johnny hasn't been home on a Saturday night since he moved in. You donât know exactly where he goes; missions, friends, clubs, space? Who cares, Saturday is his disappearing act, so you were counting on having the apartment to yourself.
So when Joseph said Iâd love to come inside after kissing you against the front door, you said sure with a little grin and the warmth of two glasses of wine running through your veins. You fumbled with your keys a little, giggling when Josephâs hands roamed down your waist when you opened the doorâŚonly to find him on the couch.Â
Johnny.
Wearing sweatpants and a white t-shirt with a 4 logo. Bowl of popcorn in his lap and a movie glowing on the screen. His head whips in your direction when he hears your little messy entrance, and smiles a little too wide for someone who just ruined your plans entirely.
âHeeey,â he beams, leaning back on the couch as his eyes narrow at the man standing behind you.
âHi,â you say, clearly taken aback. â...Youâre home.âÂ
âYep.â
Ugh. Canât a girl get laid in peace?Â
âEverything alright?â Joseph asks hesitantly, clearly not expecting to find Johnny Storm on your couch.
âYeahâyeah, sorry. Come in,â you step aside, gesturing awkwardly between them. âThis is uhâJohnny. My roommate.â
âThatâd be me,â Johnny throws a salute in his direction. âAnd you are?â
âJoseph,â he flashes a confident grin, tightening his grip around your waist. âNice to meet you, torch.â
Johnny nods at him, eyes traveling to his hand placement, and you swear you catch his posture faltering for a second, the thousand alarms going off behind that perfect smile. So she doesnât like blondsâŚ
âDonât you uhâŚhave somewhere to be?â You ask, gesturing with your eyes toward the door in a silent plea, but he just shakes his head, smiling wider and leaning back onto the couch. He even has the audacity to laugh when you glare at him.
âOh please, donât mind me here! Iâll just finish my movie.â
Your eye twitches. So he wants to stay? Fine. Youâre not leaving either.Â
âWell!â you say a little too enthusiastically, one hand reaching for Josephâs to pull him toward your bedroom. âDonât mind us either, then.â
He shrugs, pretending to turn to the TV again but you feel him watching as you walk away.Â
âDonât forget the walls are thin!â
You donât turn around or answer to him, just tug Joseph inside your room and shut the door. You twist the lock and try the knob a few times, just in case.Â
It doesnât take long before Joseph is all over you. Youâd already been worked up on the way there and the drinks fogging your mind helped you ease the nerves. This is what you wanted after all, a normal night with a normal man. A very sexy one at that.Â
His roaming hands are warm and his mouth finds places that have you leaning on the wall behind you so you donât fall apart completely.Â
You really try to be quiet. Respectful. Because unlike him, youâre not trying to put on a show. Seriously, what was he thinking? Heâs gone every single Saturday and today he chooses to âwatch a movieâ. I swear to God, he can be a pain in the ass when he wants toâ
Okay, maybe letâs not think about Johnny Storm when another man is on top of you.Â
But your bed creaks, just like his that night. You tell yourself to relax, to let go, yet you bite your lip and keep your sounds low. Careful little breaths barely muffled by Josephâs neck. That is, until it starts to feel too good, and the moans slipping out stop being something you can control.Â
Outside, the movie is still playing. Johnny, however, doesnât even know whatâs going on in that screen anymore. He turns the volume up and tells himself that whatever is happening inside your room is none of his business.Â
You brought a guy home, big deal.Â
It explains why youâve been giggling on the phone late at night and disappearing every now and then all dolled up. Not that he has noticed, really. You have every right to do whatever you want, with whoever you want. Really. Heâs even glad this guy didnât stand you up like the last one. You deserve to be happy.
Even if heâs not happy right now. Because he really shouldnât be listening to you like that.Â
Sheâs faking, he thinks immediately, when the sounds start to slip past the walls of your room. You have to. Thereâs no way that guy is that good.Â
Something in his stomach twists when the sounds youâre letting out just prove your theory from the other day: heâs an idiot who canât tell.Â
But he would know with you, he wouldâno.Â
He stands up so abruptly the plastic bowl of popcorn goes flying from his lap, making a mess all over the woodfloors. Whatever, heâll deal with that later. Right now, he has to leave, or heâs gonna die in this house. And in a whoosh of raging fire, heâs gone.
Weeks went by, and Johnny never brought up that night. Just like you never brought up finding the TV still on and the popcorn all over the floor next morning.Â
You both went back to normal. You kept seeing Joseph and Johnny went back to disappearing on Saturdays. You even had a feeling Johnny was seeing someone too, and confirmed it the day you found a pink bra peeking out of his laundry pile.Â
So you were both datingâŚother people. Big deal.Â
Despite that, things didnât really change between you. Because at night? You still came home to each other. You still ate takeout together on the floor, still watched movies, still bickered over who jammed the garbage disposal.Â
Normal, normal, normal. Just like tonight.
âSo, when are you moving in with your boyfriend?â Johnny asks playfully, setting down an empty noodles box on the coffee table.Â
For a second you choke on your last bite of noodles, and cover it up with a cough that has him looking at you amusingly.Â
âItâs a little early for that,â you shrug casually, fiddling with your chopsticks on the empty box.
He nods, serious for only a second before he sighs dramatically, putting one hand over his heart and the other over his eyes. âAnd here I was, thinking it was because you liked living with me too much.â
This time you snort, shaking your head. The worst part is that he might not be wrong about that, but donât tell him that I said that!
âDonât flatter yourself, Storm,â you scoff instead.Â
âOh, come on,â he whines, pushing your thigh with his foot. âIâm great to live with. I know youâd miss me if I left.â
I might wither and die.
âI would not,â you say firmly. âWhat is there to miss, the burnt toast and the braâs in the laundry?â You tease.Â
âThose arenât mine,â he says seriously.Â
âWell thank you for clarifying that, Johnny. I was really having doubts if you were a C cup or not,â you shake your head, and this time you canât fight the laughter that flows so easily between you. âAnd for the record, if thereâs anything Iâd miss, it's the refrigerator, or your vinyls.â
He snorts and rolls his eyes, standing up to take the empty box from you and walk toward the kitchen to throw it away. You canât help but glance in his direction, and heat warms your cheeks when he turns around and catches you staring. But the teasing never comes, no, only a sweet smile, softly illuminated by the fridge in question.Â
You look away before you say something you're not supposed to.Â
Wow, look at that! Another Saturday Johnny didnât disappear. Why? Because this morning Johnny decided to casually announce that the Fantastic Fucking Four were dying to see your shared apartment and finally meet you, the roommate, tonight. Â
So yeah, he had you running like a headless chicken all day from store to storeâdragging him along, of courseâto have everything decent for them. He even bought a dining table with express delivery and ever faster assembly service, since your thrifted coffee table wasnât gonna fit his fantastic family.Â
Perfectly normal Saturday.Â
âJohnny, does your sister have a preference for napkins?â You ask, holding up as many brands as you can, the fancy ones, but when you turn to him, heâs in deep conversation with that watch thingy he has.
âNo, itâs a family thingâŚâ he says to the person on the call. â...I know, baby. But Iâll make it up to you tomorrow, alright?...Come on, donât be like thatâŚâÂ
You move farther away when you realize who heâs talking to, but when you watch him from the corner of your eye, he looks like heâs trying to bargain something with a toddler. A few minutes later, he sighs and hangs up, and you pretend to read the back of two napkin brands like your life depends on it. A casual whistle was the only thing missing.
âSoâŚâ he says nonchalantly when he reaches you, or at least thatâs how he thinks heâs coming off like, ââŚVicky is coming tonight too.âÂ
He smiles, even if heâs ready for you to snap at him since it was just supposed to be his family. But you just purse your lips together.Â
Of course sheâs gonna come. The bra girl.Â
âGreat!â you say, maybe a little too fast, then clear your throat because you have bigger things to focus on. âNow help me with the napkins, I donât want your family to silently judge us for having the wrong ones.â
Johnnyâs shoulders sag in relief and amusement. âMy family doesn't have a preference, itâs just napkins,â he says, but then he eyes the multiple brands on your hands and feels as lost as you are. âYou know what, let me ask Herbert to be sure.â
You should get extra points for not passing out when he introduced you to his family. Especially when Sue Storm hugged you like youâd known each other your whole lives. Johnny had then decided to give them a full tour of the small place, and youâd made yourself scarce with the excuse of putting away the dessert Ben brought. The truth is, you just needed a moment to process the fact that four superheroes were in your apartment right now.Â
You tried not to think about how crammed it looked right now, since the sitting area had been reduced due to the space the new table took. If they noticed, it never showed in their kind faces.Â
Just as expected, his family was as golden as him.Â
Youâre sliding the dessert tray into the fridge when you hear the soft click of heels behind you. Turning around, you find Sue standing there with crossed arms and a curious smile. Sheâs dressed in cashmere and a pair of boots that probably cost more than your rent. You look over where Johnny is, proudly showing them the view, completely unaware that his sister had left the audience.Â
âSo, this is the girl my brother hasnât stopped talking about,â she says, drawing your attention back from Johnny.Â
âOhâŚme?â You ask a little confused, closing the fridge and wiping your hands on your legs.Â
âUnless thereâs another roommate with a fondness for love songs and typewriters, I think Iâve got the right one,â she says teasingly, and you notice she has the same spark in her eye Johnny does.Â
Wait, sheâŚshe knows those things?Â
You resist the urge to glance at Johnny again, and nod. âOh yeah, I just..thought maybe you meant Vicky,â you chuckle nervously.
âVickyâŚ?â She tilts her head with a frown, trying to place the name, but then she shakes her head. âNo, heâs only ever mentioned one girl. His roommateâŚand thatâs you. He says he likes theââ she cuts herself off, finding the right word. â...Balance, this place gives him.â
âHe said that?â This time you canât keep from looking at him, demonstrating to Reed how comfy our worn couch is. Our. Sue nods.Â
âHe didnât really have that growing up, you know. The worldâs always been loud for Johnny, and it felt like he was always chasing something. But nowâŚâ she looks around the apartment with a big sister smile, âheâs still chasing things, but he has somewhere stable to come back to. And Iâm glad itâs here.â
You let the words sink it for a moment, as you swallow the lump in your throat. Sueâs eyes soften, and she reaches to squeeze your hand reassuringly. The brief moment breaks when the bell rings, making you both jump and then laugh at each otherâs reactions. You clear your throat, and walk toward the little intercom by the wall.Â
âYes?â you ask.
âHi! Itâs Vicky!â a bright voice rings louder than the bell itself.
âCome on up,â is all you say, pushing the button to open the lobby door.Â
A good glass of wine doesnât sound like a bad idea right now.Â
Sue lifts a brow curiously from her spot when she sees you pour yourself a cup and then one for her, but you just flash a smile and excuse yourself, smoothing your clothes and fixing your hair before opening the door.Â
And there she isâŚVicky. Golden hair, golden everything. Just like Johnny. Just likeâŚhis world.Â
âHi! Oh my god, the stairs always get me,â she exhales with a little giggle, and yet not a single bead of sweat on her forehead or a piece of hair out of place. âI brought appetizers!â she beams, holding up a tray.
âThatâs so nice of you,â you smile politely, but narrow your eyes when you realize they look a little suspicious. âAre thoseââ
âOh, shrimp bites! Theyâre to die for.â
You barely manage to keep your polite expression in place, ready to explain that Johnny hates shrimp and would rather die than be in the presence of it, but the king of Rome itself materializes next to you before you can.Â
âV!â His voice comes out way more affectionate than it did at the store earlier, as he approaches her. âYou made it, baby.â
You step aside just in time to witness him plant a loud smooch to Vickyâs cheek, and thatâs the perfect moment to take a big sip of your drink. Or maybe not, because the second you get distracted, Johnny reaches for the tray.
âWell, donât mind me,â Johnny says, popping one of the little shrimp abominations into his mouth before you even bring your glass down. But you look just in time to see the exact moment his eyes go wide when he chews, and his entire soul leaves his body.Â
Vicky, absolutely oblivious to the horrors Johnny is going through, has already set her gaze on something behind you.Â
âOh J, this must be your sister!â she squeals. She barely gives you time to balance your glass as you catch the tray she tosses to you, shouldering past you to wrap Sue in a big hug.
Johnny has never been more grateful to throw his sister under the bus, using the distraction to discreetly spit the whole bite into a napkin, wiping his tongue dramatically and trying very hard not to gag. You bite back your amusement as you walk up to him, placing the tray gently on his hands. He immediately scowls at it, looking up at you in betrayal.
âHere you go,â you grin, taking a sip of your wine as you walk away toward the couch where the rest of his family is.
Sue looks past Vicky, who keeps yapping away about how much sheâs heard about Johnnyâs big sister and canât believe they havenât met yet so she had to come tonight, and finds Johnny looking in the direction you took off.Â
Interesting.
â
After brushing his teeth twice, Johnny had survived the shrimp fiasco, and everything was going well so far. Vicky had sat on his lap as you all got to know each other, chatting away in the living room. Honestly, heâd actually planned this to be just his family andâŚyou. But then things happened, and well, seems like he wasnât the only one with surprise guests.Â
His gaze followed you as you excused yourself from the conversation, to open the door to Joseph (đ) with a bright smile on your face. Of course. Itâs only fair you invited him too. Not that Johnny cares anyways.Â
Joseph walks in wearing a loose black suit, with his stupid wavy brown curls tousled by the stairs trials, and holding a stupid bouquet of flowers in his hand.Â
âHi, darling,â he says with a warm smile, meant only for you. âYou look beautiful.â
Your soft laugh dances through the room as he steals a kiss from you. Johnny turns back to the conversation. He doesn't notice how he sits up straighter on the couch or how he sets his drink down a little too hard on the coffee table. He doesn't even notice when Vicky leaves his lap to go to the bathroom. But what he definitely notices is the moment your smile turns from genuine to polite, when you get handed flowers he knows you donât like.
He knows that, because you scowl at them every time you pass them by the supermarket, so why doesnât your boyfriend know?
Joseph leans in to kiss your cheek now as he steps inside, and you lead him toward the kitchen. Johnny notices how you set the flowers down on the breakfast counter instead of looking for a vase to display them.Â
âSoâŚâ Ben, whoâs sitting to his right, nudges his arm. âAre we not gonna talk about it?â He mumbles.
âAbout what?â Johnny whispers back, still looking at you.
âAbout how her boyfriend looks exactly like you.â
âWhat?â Johnnyâs head jerks toward him, looking baffled as Ben just shrugs with a knowing smile.
âJust saying, man. Itâs like seeing you with brown hairâŚand lawyer shoes.â
âNo itâs not. We do not look alike.â Johnny scoffs.
âYou do.â
âWe donât.â
âDo too.â
âDo not.â
Ben leans back with a grin. He enjoys rage baiting Johnny whenever he can, but thereâs truth in his words. Johnny looks back to his alleged doppelgänger and shakes his head.Â
âSeriously?â He says. Ben chuckles, and shrugs. Johnny rolls his eyes, and leans toward the armchair his sister is sitting at, âHey Sue, psst.â
Sue looks away from her conversation with Reed, and lifts her eyebrow at Johnny.Â
âCâmere,â Johnny says, patting the spot on his left side. Luckily, she excuses herself from her husband and takes the spot. Ben and Johnny turn to her expectantly, whispering, âOkay, do not say yes just to annoy me, butâŚdo you think I look like him?â
âWho?âÂ
âJoseph,â Johnny deadpans. âDo I look like Joseph?â
Sue tilts her head, pretending to be analyzing the British man making you laugh in the kitchen, but thereâs a knowing smile creeping on her face.Â
âOhâŚa little,â she says with a twinkle in her eye.Â
âA little??â
âWell, yeah. Heâs like you, if you had brown eyesâŚand less of a tanâŚor a cute accentâŚâ she says, watching her brother grow more scandalized by the second.Â
âA cute accent?â Johnny mocks. âPlease. He sounds like a knockoff Beatle.â
Sue and Ben share an amused look.Â
âI donât think heâd be a singer. He has moreâŚactor vibes,â Sue taunts, adding fuel to the fire inside Johnnyâs veins.Â
He almost choked in offense.Â
âOkay, so heâs an actor now? He doesnât even have that kind of face,â Johnny huffs, reaching for his drink again because what kind of fuckery is this.Â
âSo youâre saying you donât have that kind of face either,â Ben adds, this time Sue snorts, shaking her head.Â
âI do have that kind of face. The face. He doesn't because we don't look alike.âÂ
âSure, Johnny.â
Sue stands up before he can protest like a toddler again. âIâm gonna help her with the food,â she announces, winking mischievously at them and walking away.Â
âOh I love these napkins!âÂ
He hears her say when she reaches the new shiny table setup.Â
That makes you perk up from the kitchen. Right in that moment, your gaze moves from Joseph to Johnny, and you smile proudly at him like âtold you so.â Johnny smiles back, but before he can get up and say anything about how much influence he actually had on the napkin choice, a pair of long legs trap him on his seat.Â
âWhat did I miss, babyboy?â Vicky asks as she plops down on his lap again, wrapping her arms around his neck to play with his hair.Â
Reed and Ben pretend to look everywhere else. Johnny just smiles, taking another sip from his drink.Â
â
Vicky had left earlier than anticipated, claiming a friend called her to get her out of a shitty date, or something like that. Johnny didnât really ask.Â
He has to admit he was a little nervous about this whole get together. Afraid that they would be too much. But he wanted nothing more but to brag about his apartment and his roommate, and the little life heâd managed to build for himself. Even if their world had always been filled with big things. This couldâve gone wrong in many ways, but all things considered, he finds himself smiling when his eyes land on you.Â
He's standing close to the front door, and seeing you confidently showing Sue, whose kitchen had been designed by Reedâthe king of gadgets himselfâthe tiny spice rack you installed last week, made something inside him flutter.Â
âHey, man. Have you been to a lot of Mets games?â A familiar British accent startles him.Â
The fluttering dies immediately.Â
Joseph has stepped beside him, glass in hand and that stupid smile plastered on his face. He forces himself to look away from you. Youâre close to them, but not enough to hear the conversation.Â
âI mean, yeah. Itâs kind of hard not to, I can fly,â Johnny replies drily, but Joseph just laughs easily.Â
âRight, right, of course,â he says, glancing toward the kitchen, mirroring the way Johnny was just looking at you seconds ago. âSometimes I forget she lives with a superhero...âÂ
Johnny chuckles, shrugging nonchalantly (heâs actually trying very hard not to puff his chest right now.) âWhy do you ask?âÂ
âEhhâŚjust wanted to know if you got any recommendations for seats? Iâm still new to the city, but Iâve been told not to miss the games,â he shrugs. âIâd like somewhere not too close to the cameras, if possible. Iâm notâŚreally into all that.â
âThe cameras?â Johnny frowns.Â
âYeah, the whole crowd cams, people watching you all the time, that whole thing.â
Johnny listens and tries not to judge. But see? This guy could never be an actor. Or a Beatle. Johnny could, shame thereâs not a blonde Beatle. Ohhh, but thereâs always wigs though! Heâs sure he could rock one, with his bone structure and allâ
âMate?âÂ
Johnny snaps back to reality, and just flashes a golden smile.Â
âThereâs cameras everywhere, mate,â Johnny replies, âbut I can hook you up with the good tickets, if youâd like. How many do you need?â
âOh wow thatâthatâd be perfect, yeah, thank you,â he says, not really expecting that. âJust two, man.â
ââŚAre you going with a friend?â Johnny narrows his eyes, but Joseph chuckles, shaking his head.Â
âIâm taking her,â he says, gesturing at you with his glass.Â
Fuck.Â
âYouâŚare taking her to a game?âÂ
âYeah. Itâll be fun on her day off.â
Johnny knows when your next day off is. He painted another happy face next to your mark on the calendar just to make you smile. He also knows that you like to spend those free days curled up at home, certainly not at a freaking stadium.Â
He knows because it mattered to you when you told him. He remembers because you matter to him.Â
âDid youâŚask her if she likes baseball?â Johnny pries carefully.Â
âNot really. I mean, I figured sheâd be fine,â he says, a little defensively.Â
Thereâs a few seconds of silence where Johnny debates to keep quiet, but that has never been one of his strengths, so he ends up blurting, âShe doesnât like going to the stadium.â
âReally?â Joseph frowns, eyeing him.Â
âShe told me once that all the noise makes her sick. And I get itâŚitâs not the most comfortable place to be,â Johnny chuckles, trying his best to sound casual about it.Â
âOh,â Joseph says. For a moment it looks like heâs contemplating, but after thinking about it for exactly three seconds, he shrugs. âWell⌠she can bring earplugs or something. Itâs just one game.â
Johnnyâs not sure if his eye twitching was only a product of his imagination, but given the lack of acknowledgement on Josephâs face, he figures he managed to keep his emotions at bay. This is not what you deserve. This is not what he wants for you.
Donât flame on right now. Do not flame on right now. Do notâ
âYou know what? I can get you access to the VIP suite, so you two can be more comfortable,â he offers instead, plastering on his best plastic Ken smile.Â
Heâll get you the best suite, with shade, AC and all the unlimited appetizers you could ever need. If that makes the experience a little more bearable for you.Â
âYeah I guess that would work, thanks, mate!â Joseph says, patting Johnnyâs shoulder, but regretting it immediately. He retracts his hand with a hiss, switching the glass to that one to help cool it as he laughs nervously. âJeez. Youâre burning up, man.â
Heâs boiling up, actually. But he manages to tone down his temperature, patting Josephâs cold shoulder firmly before walking toward the kitchen where youâre laughing at something Sue just said.
 Just the sight of you manages his temperature to calm down.Â
âEverything alright?â You ask curiously when he steps beside you with a suspicious smile, noticing the way Joseph kept opening and closing his hand as he headed toward the bathroom.Â
âPeachy,â Johnny smiles innocently.
âMhm,â you hum, narrowing your eyes at him. Even his sister eyes him suspiciously, but Johnny ignores her.Â
âIs there anything I can help you here with?â He asks casually, gesturing to the pots simmering on the stove.Â
âNope! But maybe you can pour some more wine for our guests," you say quickly, stirring him away from the stove for everyoneâs safety. Sue bites her lip.Â
âRoger that,â he says, diligently opening a new bottle on the breakfast counter.
Johnny notices Sue leans in to whisper something in your ear that makes you throw your head back and laugh, before whispering something back to her.Â
He canât fight the smile on his face when he realizes youâre talking about him, but it dies down when his eyes land on the flowers Joseph brought you on the counter. The conversation with him is still making fire run through his veins, and this just added more to it.Â
Safe to say, Johnny now hates Joseph too.Â
To be continuedâŚ
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A/N: Requested by @ludachrissy đ I hope you enjoy it
Pairing: FiancĂŠ!Eddie x Fem!Reader
Summary: Itâs your wedding day and Eddie is lovesick and desperate to have you all to himself. Even if it means stealing you away from your bridal suite right before the ceremony.
Content Warning: 18+ Smut, Fingering, Breeding Kink, Dirty Talk/Sexual Language, Swearing/Profanity, Slight Degradation (Use of the word slut).
Credit: dividers by @cafekitsune
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âWhere the fuck is the bride?â
You could hear Nancyâs voice call out in a panicked tone as she rushes around the bridal suite in her heels and bridesmaid dress.
âRobin, where did she go?â
âI donât know!â Robin replies, standing near the door of the room as she watched Nancy pace nervously.
Suddenly, the sound of hurried feet come from down the hall.
âHave you guys seen Eddie?â Dustin calls out, looking around the room at the two girls.
âEddieâs missing too?â Nancy worries, her voice becoming higher and more stressed by the second.
âYeah. He said he was going out for a smoke, like, twenty minutes ago and now we canât find him.â
âFuck!â Robin calls out âThe ceremony is in fifteen minutes. What the fuck are we going to do?â
Nancy quickly turns towards Dustin, giving him a serious look. âI want a full search party. Donât stop looking until you guys find them. Iâll handle the guests. Theyâve got to be around here somewhere. I swear, Iâm going to kill them both when we find them.â
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âEddie, weâre going to be late.â You worry, looking down at your fiancĂŠ as he kneeled in front of you- his hands snaking underneath your dress as you help him bunch it up. âYouâve gotta be quick.â
âOkay, baby.â Eddie promises, rising back up from the floor of the coat room before he presses his lips hungrily against yours âIâll be quick. I can be quick.â
He reaches down to the button of his dress pants, popping it up as your manicured fingers grip his dick through the fabric.
âFuck, you look so beautiful.â He whispers, backing you into the wall behind you as he kisses you hard. âSo fucking gorgeous. My beautiful fucking bride. God, I canât wait to see you at the end of that aisle.â
âGuess you really canât wait, huh?â You laugh as you tug down his zipper, pulling your hand into his pants to free his hard cock.
âNope. Not when you look like that.â Eddie pants as you begin to stroke his dick, slowly working from the base to the sensitive tip âOh, fuuuck, that feels good, baby. Need to be inside of you. Right now.â
âOkay.â You nod âHow do you want me?â
âFuck,â Eddie moans âTurn around and put your hands against the wall. As much as I wanna watch how pretty my bride looks, I need to cum fast. Okay? That okay?â
âYes.â You nod âWant you to cum fast. Want you to fill me up.â
And those words had Eddie in a fucking trance.
âYeah, baby? You want me to cum inside of you? Hm? You want me to fill you up so good that you have my fucking cum dripping down your thighs when you walk down the aisle to me? Yeah? Fuck, the hottest part? No one out there is gonna fucking know that I bred you before the wedding even fucking started.â
âEddie!â You gasp, slightly in shock by his filthy words but they were making you so wet
âMmm! They wonât even have to know, sweetheart. We can keep this between you and me. No, nobody has to know that youâre such a fucking slut for my cum that Iâm gonna put a baby in you by the end of the honeymoon. God, can you imagine it? My pregnant wife. Your belly all round with my fucking kid. God, Mrs. Munson, youâre gonna look so hot. Sâthat what you want?â
âYes, EdsâŚâ You whine out âWanna have your baby. Wanna be your wife. Want your big fucking cock.â
âThatâs right, sweetheart. Stick that ass out for me. Thaaaatâs itâŚâ
You do as youâre told, firmly placing your palms against the wall and arching your back for him. Eddie scoops up the back of your dress, holding it up in his fist as he uses his other hand to run his fingers up and down your clothed pussy.
âFuck.â Eddie tsks âYouâre fucking soaking. All for me. Yeah? All for your husband, baby?â
âY-yes,â You gasp âAll for you, Eddie. Please fuck me.â
âOh sweetheart, Iâm gonna fuck you, donât worry. Iâm gonna please my bride. But first, before you slip that ring on my finger, I need you to get off on them. Think you can do that?â
You nod desperately as Eddie smirks, watching over your shoulder as you admire him in his tux- ready for your big day. But first, he was ready to ruin you.
Eddie hooks his fingers into your panties, tugging them down your legs as he helps you step out of them- letting them sit in a pile on the floor.
The rough pads of his fingers glide up and down your slit teasingly, causing you to gasp and arch your back into him further.
âFuck, baby. You are a fucking vision like this.â Eddie praises âMy wife bent over and dripping for me. Letting me fuck you before our wedding. Being such a good girl and letting me fill you up before our honeymoon. FuuuckâŚ.gonna give it to you so fucking good for treating me so well, sweetheart.â
The pads of his fingers meet your needy clit as he begins to rub it in slow circles, causing you to moan as your eyes roll into the back of your head in ecstasy.
âOh, babyâŚâ Eddie groans âFuck, I donât even need to fuck you with my fingers, do I? Youâre already so fucking ready for me.â
âIâm always ready for you, Eds.â You pant as he begins to slide a finger inside of you, making you feel full with just the one digit.
âThatâs right, baby.â He says âThatâs why Iâm marrying you. Well, I mean- thatâs not the only reason but-â
âEddie, just shut up and finger me, please.â You plead, your pussy aching for more.
âOkay, angel.â He laughs, leaving forward to press a kiss to your forehead âI got you, baby, I promise. Donât worry.â
And when Eddie makes promises, he delivers.
Your back arches even further as he slips another finger inside of you, pumping them in and out of you in a way that turns you into a moaning mess beneath him.
âOh my god, Eddie!â You hiss âDeeper, please.â
âOkay, Mrs. Munson.â He smirks âWhatever you wish.â
He plunges his fingers back into you as far as they could go, all the way down to the thick silver rings that adorned them.
âFuck. Shouldâve taken these off.â He says but you shake your head, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as you focus on the feel of the cool metal that was almost deep enough to be inside of you.
âNo, Eds. Feels good. So good.â
âYeah?â He hums âReady for more?â
âPlease.â
Eddie begins to curl his fingers inside of you, brushing up against the perfect spot that had you gasping and desperate each time. It was his favorite part of foreplay, watching you fall apart for him on his fingers.
âOooooh my god!â You squeak, causing Eddie to smirk as he watches you take his fingers. Right before your wedding ceremony. In a dark coat room near the back of the reception hall.
âOh fuck! Keep doing that!â You cry out, feeling Eddieâs fingertips brush up against your sweet spot over and over again.
âYeah? Sâthat where you like it, baby?â He teases, eyes glued to where you were gushing for him- the wet noises of your pussy becoming obscene inside the walls of the small room.
âYes!â You cry out, his attack on your g-spot getting you closer and closer to your orgasm âPlease, Eddie! Please, please, please!â
âYou gonna cum, sweetheart? Hm?â Eddie patronizes âYou gonna cum for your husband?â
âYes! Yes, yes, yes! Gonna cum for you! Gonna cum so-â you gasp â-Fucking hard!â
âThatâs right, sweetheart. Youâre gonna cum all over these fingers. Fuck, canât wait to make you cum all over them everyâŚsingleâŚfuckingâŚday. For the rest of my goddamn life. FuuuuckâŚcâmon, baby. Fuckinâ give it to me, doll!â
And thatâs what throws you over, immediately hitting your high as you cry out in white hot desperation.
âOh baby, youâre welcome.â Eddie growls âGonna give my wife everything she wants. Forever. Gonna give you this dick every night if you want it, baby.â
âI want it!â You pant, barely even finished with your climax âI want it. Please. Wanna make you feel good.â
âGod, already?â Eddie raises his eyebrows âYou donât need a minute?â
âNo!â You shake your head âNo time! Need you inside of me! Need your cum!â
âJesus Christ, baby.â Eddie chuckles, reaching into his pants to pull out his cock- throbbing and hot in his hand.
âAlright. Iâll give it to you, angel. Gonna give it all to you.â
prompts: âare you even listening to me?â âsorry, itâs hard to focus when you look like thatâ & âwait, you like me?â âwasnât that obvious?â ânot really!â
summary: you and eddie hook up once and you get pregnant, and you have to tell your dad, which could result in nothing good.
warnings: language, mentions of sex, teen pregnancy
*everyone wanted eddie and the baby at hellfire club, so thatâs at the end of this imagine! this one is super long, so enjoy! (thatâs what she said)*
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âI donât know if I even want you to tell me. I already know what youâre going to say and I donât want to hear it.â You were pacing back and forth in the bathroom of Family Video, Robin staring at the test in her hand.
âYeah, you really donât want me to say it,â Robin confirmed. âItâs positive. They all are.â
You sunk to the ground, putting the back of your head against the wall. You tightly closed your eyes, wishing this was a nightmare and you would wake up any second.
âThis probably isnât the best time⌠but whoâs the dad? You never told me you were seeing anyone.â Robin inquired.
âIâm not and I wasnât.â You said, Robin understanding it was a one-time thing.
âAre you two ok in here?â Steve shouted from outside the door. You got up and opened the door. As soon as you saw him, you began to cry. He hugged you, very confused and looked at Robin for help. Robin held up the pregnancy test, and Steveâs eyes went wide. âSo you wouldnât go out with me, but you get pregnant with some other guy?â Steve questioned. You pulled away from the hug, hitting Steveâs shoulder.
âSeriously, not the time dingus!â Robin told him.
âOh yeah like you always say things at the appropriate time.â Steve fired back.
âYou both are not helping right now.â You told them. âI have to go.â You grabbed your stuff and headed out the door, getting into your car, and heading to the first place you needed to go.
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When you got to Eddieâs trailer, your hands were shaking. You could barely knock on the front door. When he immediately opened it after the first knock, you jumped back.
âSorry! I didnât mean to scare you! What are you doing here?â Eddie questioned.
âCan we talk?â
âYeah, come in!â Eddie stepped aside so you could enter, and you stood in the living room, playing with your hands. âAre you ok?â Eddie asked.
âEddie, do you remember that night we had together a couple of months ago?â You asked as if he could ever forget.
âYou mean the best night of my fucking life? No, doesnât ring a bell.â Eddie joked.
âItâs about to not be the best night of your life.â You told him.
âWhat?â
âEddie, Iâm pregnant.â You said, not knowing how else to sugarcoat the situation. Eddie just stood there, a blank stare on his face. You moved your hand in front of his face, trying to break him out of his gaze, but he didnât blink or move. âEddie?â
âSorry, for a second there it sounded like you said you were pregnant. Which, if youâre pregnant, that means that your birth control clearly didnât kick in that day and our condom broke, which is impossible. This also means Iâm going to be a dad, and I can barely take care of high school children in Hellfire! That would also mean that the girl Iâve liked since forever is the mother of my child after a one-night stand!â Eddie kept rambling, and you just stood there.
âWait, you like me?â You questioned.
âWasnât that obvious?â Eddie said.
âNot really! Especially after the âwell this was fun, see you aroundâ comment the next morning, asshole!â
âNot my finest moment⌠So⌠what are we going to do?â Eddie hesitantly asked.
âDo you want to be apart of this babyâs life?â
âOf course I do!â
âGood.â You said. âNow I just have to tell my dad and pray he doesnât murder the both of us.â
âYou never talk about your parents,â Eddie said. You both sat on the couch, Eddie holding your hands in his.
âYou never looked up my last name, did you?â You asked.
âWhy? Should I have?â
âProbably, yeah, before you went screwing around with the chief of policeâs daughter.â You told him. Eddieâs stare went blank again.
âAs in Chief of Police Jim HopperâŚâ
âThat would be correct.â
âI am so dead. He could kill me and easily cover it up!â Eddie got up off the couch and started pacing the floor.
âHow do you think I feel? Can you imagine what the town is going to say once they find out! Heâs going to be ruined.â Eddie then realized how selfish he was being after your comment. He sat back down and pulled you in for a hug. âHe is already known as the guy whose daughter died and wife left him, and now his other daughter gets pregnant at 17? Heâll be a wreck.â
âHey, hey, itâll be ok, I promise! Weâll figure this out, donât worry.â Eddie assured you. He rubbed your back and kissed your cheek.
âI need to go tell him. Are you going to be ok?â You asked Eddie, getting up.
âAm I going to be ok? Y/N, please worry about yourself right now.â
âWeâre in this together, Eddie. Let me worry about you too.â You told him. Eddie cupped your face with his hands.
âCall me after you tell him, ok? Or should I expect a full police unit outside my house to arrest me?â
âDefinitely the second option.â You smiled. Eddie kissed your forehead and then walked you out to your car. You drove away, and Eddie stood there, hoping that he wasnât going to be a deadman in a couple of hours.
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When you walked in the door, your dad was already sitting on his recliner, an angry look on his face. You knew that look. Mike was over.
âLove birds are here?â You joked.
âSadly.â Hopper scoffed.
âCan I talk to you for a second?â You asked.
âYeah, is everything ok?â Your dad asked. You nodded, heading for Elevenâs room.
âHey, do you two mind going outside for a bit? I need to talk to dad alone.â You told El and Mike. Mike rolled his eyes. âDonât sass me asshole. Just go outside for a bit and learn how to respect my dad and me while youâre in our house.â You told Mike, having enough of his shit. El huffed and dragged Mike outside.
âFinally someone told that punk how it is,â Hopper said, grinning widely. You smiled at him, and took a seat across from him.
âListen, dad. I donât know how to tell you this. I feel awful about it. You donât deserve this and what will be said about you.â You started.
âWhat are you talking about, Y/N?â
âIâm pregnant.â
Hopper just looked at you, a confused look on his face. He put the recliner down, putting his elbows on his knees, still looking into your soul.
âWhat, who, when, how?â Was all he asked.
âIt was a one-time thing, with Eddie Munson. Heâs a guy from school. I was being stupid and it shouldnât have happened and I am so sorry, dad.â You started crying and put your head down, not able to look at your dad.
âThank gosh, I thought you were going to say Steve Harrington.â Hopper let out.
âYou obviously donât know Eddie if youâre relieved it wasnât Steve.â You said, quietly.
âWhat?â
âNothing!â
âIs the first thing you thought of really what people would say about me?â Hopper questioned.
âBesides the 'holy shit my life is ruinedâ part, and how I was going to tell Eddie considering it was just a one-time thing, yes. Youâve been through enough. You donât need this too.â You explained. Hopper lightly smiled.
âIâll be right back.â Hopper nodded at you and walked out the front door, and you heard his truck start.
âShit!â You shouted, running out of the house after him. He sped off, swerving down the road.
âWhat the hell did you do?â Mike questioned.
âNone of your business, rat face!â You yelled at him, getting in your car and following your dad. Mike stood there, extremely offended.
You knew exactly where your dad was going. He obviously called the station and asked for Eddieâs address.
When you arrived at Eddieâs trailer, you got out of your car at the same time as Hopper. Eddie was sitting on the steps of his front door, standing up immediately when he saw your very angry dad.
âI told you it was the second option!â You shouted at Eddie.
âChief Hopper! Very nice to meet you! To what do I owe the pleasure?â Eddie tried to charm. Eddie shrunk down as your dad stood in front of him, basically towering over him. He examined Eddie, completely surprised that you would be into a guy like him. He noticed the tattoos and turned to you.
âReally, Y/N.â He said to you.
âI told you.â You replied.
âWhat does that mean?â Eddie questioned. You shook your head, assuring him that it was nothing.
âDo you plan on taking care of this baby with Y/N? Because if not tell us now, hair.â Your dad said to Eddie. You mouthed 'hairâ, questioning the nickname. It was better than freak.
âYes, sir, I do. It may have been a one-time thing, but I care a lot about Y/N, and I would never abandon her or our baby. She is an amazing person and you have done an excellent job raising her. She gets me and she doesnât treat me like Iâm some freak like everyone else does. Sheâs incredible. And the first thing she did when she told me was how she was worried about you and me. Who does that in her situation?â Eddie told Hopper. You smiled, tears filling your eyes. Hopper nodded.
âGood answer.â He turned to you. âSee, told you anyone is better than Harrington.â Hopper then hugged you, and got into his truck, driving away.
âWhat did he just say?â Eddie questioned.
âDonât worry about it.â You walked closer to him. âDid you really mean all of that?â You questioned.
âEvery word.â
âThank you. Now I guess we should figure this out, right?â
âCome on in. I still have your cereal.â Eddie told you.
âReally?â
âWhen I said I care about you, I meant Iâm madly in love with you.â Eddie smiled.
âShut up!â You nudged Eddieâs arm, both of you going inside.
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A year and a half had passed since that day and you and Eddie had been exhausted by the rude awakening of being parents in high school. While you and your baby stayed at your house with Hopper and El, Eddie was there every single day and stayed every other night to help. You werenât dating, but feelings were there, definitely after seeing every day how amazing Eddie was with your son.
You were currently heading to the high school to pick up Eddie and your son from a Hellfire Club meeting. You protested Eddie bringing your son to meetings, but it made Eddie happy, so you couldnât complain.
When you walked in the door, you were greeted by the sight of Eddie lifting the baby up, shouting something about being the chosen one as the boys laughed around him. You squinted your eyes as you looked closer, noticing what your son was wearing.
âIs that a Hellfire Club shirt?â You questioned. The group looked at you, and Eddie smiled.
âYeah! I had it special made!â Eddie exclaimed, extremely excited. You laughed and reached for your baby.
âWell, he looks adorable.â You told Eddie, holding your son on your side. âDid you two have fun today?â You asked.
âYes! Thank you for letting me bring him, mom.â Eddie said, smiling.
âAny time you want, you can. As long as you donât sacrifice him.â
âEddie did that twice today!â Dustin shouted from behind you. Eddie immediately turned around and shot him daggers. Dustin got scared and looked away from Eddie.
âYou are such a bad influence.â You told him. Eddie smiled, then noticed your body. You had been working hard to lose the baby weight. You looked amazing, but to Eddie, you always did. âSo my dad is making dinner tonight and wanted you to come since youâre family now.â You noticed Eddieâs eyes, him clearly distracted. âAre you even listening to me?â You questioned. Eddie broke out of his stare.
âSorry, itâs hard to focus when you look like that.â He told you. âDo you want to give that date a try next Friday night?â He asked. You both started smiling like idiots.
âIâd love to. Just donât get any ideas, Munson. We donât need a second one of these.â You lifted up your son a little.
prompt: âkiss meâ âwhat?â âi said i miss him too, get your ears checkedâ
summary: in which you and eddie hang out while dustin, your little brother, is visiting suzie and you havenât heard from him. he decides to come home at the perfect time to catch his sister and his d&d leader shirtless and making out on eddieâs bed <3
warnings: some spice, some language.
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âI am so glad Dustin went to visit Suzie, he wouldnât shut up about not being able to see her.â You complained to your best friend, Eddie, while sitting upside down on his bed, feet up against the wall.
You and Eddie had been friends since middle school, and he took Dustin, your little brother, under his wing once Dustin entered high school. You were more in the popular crowd but didnât care if people saw you with the âfreakâ and nerds of Hawkins High. Theyâre your brother and best friends, no one could ever change that.
âI still canât believe little Dusty-bun got a girlfriend before I did,â Eddie added, looking over at you, still upside down, feet against the wall.
âThatâs because anytime girls go near you, you scare them off with your devil noises.â You pointed out, laughing.
âI didnât scare you away.â
âThatâs because I made devil noises back at you and we instantly became best friends.â You reenacted the devil horns and sound, causing Eddie to laugh deeply.
âYes, a match made in heaven indeed.â Eddie flipped back around, upright, his face hovering over yours. You got a case of butterflies in your stomach as his lips got super close to yours. âWant to rent a movie and bug Steve and Robin in the process?â He whispered as if it was a secret.
âAlways.â
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Days passed and Dustin was still visiting Suzie, so you spent every day at Eddieâs. You couldnât even be near your house without Dustin. Your mom was completely crazy and you hated having to deal with her alone. You and Eddie sat on the couch, 'Beetlejuiceâ playing on the TV.
âI canât believe he hasnât even called or walkie-ed me while heâs been gone.â You said out loud, referring to Dustin.
âHeâs probably just having a good time and doesnât want to talk to his annoying sister.â Eddie removed his arm from around your shoulder and turned to face you, his legs crisscrossed.
âSo youâre saying Iâm annoying Eddie Munson.â You smirked and crossed your arms, copying his body position across from you.
âI said youâre an annoying sister, I never said annoying friend.â He pointed his finger at you and then booped your nose. You just sat and stared at him, smiling. Wishing you werenât just friends. Eddie stared back into your eyes, smile on his face.
âSorry that I just miss my brother.â You finally said.
âKiss me.â Eddie said quietly. Did you hear that right?
âWhat?â
âI said I miss him too, get your ears checked.â Eddie jumped up from the couch and walked into his room, needing a second to collect what just slipped out of his mouth. You followed after him, watching him pace back and forth.
âAre you sure you didnât say 'kiss meâ? Because Iâm pretty sure thatâs what I heard.â You said this in a sarcastic tone, but not in one that made him think you didnât want him to kiss you.
âYouâre crazy.â Eddie shook his head and walked over to you.
âI guess so. Must have been wishful thinking.â
âY/N Y/L/N, wishing she could kiss Eddie Munson. No way. I donât believe it for a second.â Eddie crossed his arms, standing even closer to you.
âBelieve it, Munson.â
âYou are way too good for me.â He uncrossed his arms and was holding your waist with his hands. Woah.
âSo not true. How many times do I have to remind you how amazing you are?â You started talking lower, your hands moving to the sides of his face.
âYouâre the only reason I donât believe what everyone else says about me.â
âGood.â
Eddie clashed his lips into yours, cliche fireworks immediately going off in your heads. He pulled you as close as he could to him, arms wrapped tightly around you. He slowly backed you up and laid you on the bed, not breaking the kiss once. Eddie threw his jacket off, followed by both of your shirts, these landing by the entrance to the bedroom.
Eddie trailed kisses down your neck, chest, and stomach, stopping at the band of your shorts. He brought himself up to your lips again and continued to kiss you, his hands rubbing all over your body. Light moans escaped your mouth as you felt his cold rings and his strong hands on you. You both sat up, you about to crawl onto his lap, when a figure appeared in the doorway, holding your shirts.
âWhat. The. Actual. Shit.â Dustin said one word at a time, slowly. His mouth wide open, face traumatized. Eddie whipped his head around and immediately went to grab a blanket to cover you up.
âDustin, oh my gosh! Get out!â You yelled at him, throwing a pillow in his direction. He just stood there like a stone. He suddenly grabbed the pillow and started hitting a shirtless Eddie with it.
âSERIOUSLY DUDE! THATâS MY SISTER! EW!â He threw the pillow at Eddieâs face and walked out of the room, slamming the door. You and Eddie looked at each other and started laughing.
âI canât believe he just caught us like that. He is going to be scared.â You said, getting up to grab your shirt that Dustin eventually dropped on the floor.
âI still canât believe you like me.â
âThat wasnât enough to prove it?â You said, smiling.
âMaybe Iâll need a little more proof.â Eddie pulled you close, lips about to touch yours.
âSTILL HERE!â Dustin shouted from the other side of the door. You made an annoyed face and rolled your eyes.
âHey, itâs your brother.â You gave Eddie a look. âThat you claimed you missed so much.â He added.
âI take that back. Letâs send him to Suzieâs more often.â You said, kissing Eddie.
âSounds like a win-win to me.â
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soooo cute omg. the older henderson sister with eddie gives such fun vibes because i could seriously see dustin doing this lol.
prompts: âevery time i see you, i fall in love with you all over againâ & âi canât believe you remembered thatâ âi remember everything about youâ & âi could just stare at you foreverâ âcreepâ & âi was doing fine, really, and then you waltz back in my life like you didnât break my heartâ & âis that my shirt?â
summary: you and eddie broke up months ago, but when you hear someone was found dead in his trailer, you had to go with the group to find eddie and make sure heâs ok <3
warnings: some bad language
*takes place in season four*
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It had been five months since you and Eddie broke up, and it still hurt you every day. You two were perfect together. The only reason you called it quits was because Eddie was tired of you being bullied just for dating him. It took a toll on both of you, and Eddie didnât want you to go through that anymore.
You thought youâd never have to see him again until Dustin and Max came busting into the Family Video store that you, Robin, and Steve worked at, saying that Chrissy Cunningham was found brutally murdered in Eddieâs trailer. There was no way that he did this. Youâve seen a lot of crazy stuff, but there was no way Eddie did this.
âI know this is awkward for you, Y/N, but do you know where he could be hiding? We need to find him before the cops do. We all know Eddie didnât do this.â Dustin said to you.
âThereâs a lake house that his friend owns. He used to take me there a lot. I remember him saying he felt safe there.â You told the group.
âFantastic. Where is it?â
The five of you jumped in Steveâs car and headed for the lake house. When you discovered no one was at the house, you noticed the boat house in the back.
âHello? Is anyone home?â Robin said.
âWhat a dump,â Steve added. He then grabbed an oar and started hitting the boat filled with tarps.
âWhat are you doing?! What are you doing?â Dustin asked twice.
âHe might be in here,â Steve responded.
âSo take the tarp off!â Dustin told him.
âIf youâre so brave, you take the tarp off!â Steve sassed back.
âYou two are complete idiots.â You told them.
Suddenly, Eddie jumped from the boat, hearing your voice, lunging at Steve, a broken bottle against Steveâs neck.
âEddie!â You all shouted at him.
âEddie stop! Itâs us! Dustin and Y/N!â Dustin told him. As soon as he heard your name, he turned around to face you.
âItâs ok Eddie, weâre here to help. Let him go.â You told him, walking slowly up to him. He let Steve go and then slowly slide down the wall, trauma all over his face. You squatted down next to him, putting a hand on his. âWe need to know what happened.â You told him. He looked at you.
âYou wonât believe me.â
âTry us,â Max said.
After sitting in silence for a few moments, hesitating on telling the group what he saw, he looked at you, head tilted. âIs that my shirt?â Eddie questioned. You were taken back, looking down at your shirt. Shit. Today had to be the day you accidentally put this on.
âNot important.â You stated. âPlease tell us what happened, Eddie.â
While Eddie explained everything he saw, the group was trying to wrap their minds around Vecna and why this was happening. As the night grew on, Eddie was clearly starving. Steve, Robin, Max, and Dustin went into town to get Eddie his favorite foods, but you didnât want to leave him alone. The two of you sat in silence for a while, until Eddie finally broke it.
âI could just stare at you forever,â Eddie told you. You looked at him and rolled your eyes.
âCreep.â You replied.
âI canât believe youâve been through something like this before and didnât tell me,â Eddie said.
âI try to forget about all of the shit weâve gone through. Itâs traumatic, as you know now. Iâm so sorry you had to go through that too, Eddie.â You got up and sat next to him against one of the walls.
âYou hide it really well. I shouldâve known all of those nightmares meant something.â The nightmares. The ones that stopped a few months into dating Eddie. The ones that continued the second he left your life. âHow are you doing, though? Since usâŚâ Eddie dragged on.
âI was doing fine, really, and then you waltz back in my life like you didnât break my heart.â
âIt kinda wasnât my fault that I came into your life again, but Iâm sorry.â
âNo, Iâm sorry. Youâre right. I didnât even have to come with them to find you, but classic Y/N; the second anyone mentions your name, Iâm there.â Eddie smiled at you, sadly. âDo you have any idea how exhausting it is being friends with Dustin? You are all he ever talks about.â You complained to Eddie.
âExcuse me, you realize Iâm friends with him too? If we arenât talking about D&D, we are talking about how badass Y/N Y/L/N is and why I shouldnât have broken up with you.â Eddie confessed to you. You just looked down, forgetting they were friends for a second too. âYouâre not the only one who hurts, Y/N. Every time I see you, I fall in love with you all over again. I see you walk in the hallways, the cafeteria, and after school in the parking lot. I even come into Family Video when I know youâre doing inventory and wonât see me. It hurts like hell not being able to be with you.â
âThen why did you leave?â
âBecause I know how much the hatred from others was starting to bother you. I couldnât let you go through that anymore.â Eddie put his head down, ashamed.
âIt was all worth it to be with you. Every single second. I have literally been to hell, A.K.A. the upside down, and I have fought some screwed-up monsters. Jason and the otherâs mean words didnât faze me. As long as you loved me, thatâs all that mattered.â You were now looking at Eddie, your eyes on each other. You played with the bracelet on your wrist. The one Eddie gave you years ago before you were even dating. Eddie smiled and put his forehead on yours.
âI still canât believe you didnât have enough beads so you put âEDEâ instead of your full name.â You said, referring to your bracelet.
âI canât believe you remembered that,â Eddie said.
âI remember everything about you.â You replied, realizing what you said after it left your mouth. Eddie turned his body towards you more and held your face with his hands.
âIf we get out of this screwed-up mess, will you please go out with me? My buddy Dustin told me about you and I think weâd be good together.â Eddie joked, kissing your forehead.
âOh, so youâre the crazy long-haired guy Dustin was telling me about who has the same bat tattoos as me? What a coincidence!â You smiled and looked at yours and Eddieâs arms. You both got matching tattoos on your birthday last year. Eddie pulled you close and wrapped his arms around you, keeping you safe.
âSo, you really know a girl with superpowers?â Eddie asked, clearly wanting to hear about everything that has happened in the past. You laughed and jumped right into the crazy Hawkins history, Eddieâs arms wrapped around you the whole time.
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ok soo cute i love how this turned out.Â
the matching tattoos were definitely inspired by the fact that i soooooo badly want the demo bat tattoo on my arm in the same place but it would be super visible lol. my other tattoos are on my back and forearm and small-ish haha.
prompt: âfuck me if im wrong butââ âyouâre wrongâ âi havenât even said anything yetâ âyouâre wrongâ
summary: you, dustin, and steve are arguing about the direction of skull rock, little do they know youâve been there hundreds of times to make out with eddie munson <3
warnings: language and suggestive comments ;)
*takes place in season four*
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As you, Dustin, Steve, Robin, Nancy, Max and Lucas, were making your way to skull rock, you and Dustin were confused as to why your compasses werenât working properly. You knew the exact direction to skull rock since you and Eddie go there all of the time to make out, but your friends didnât know that because they didnât know you and Eddie were⌠whatever you were; so you were confused when your compass showed the wrong direction.
âIâm telling you, you two are taking us the wrong way,â Steve told you and Dustin.
âItâs north. Iâm positive, I checked the map.â Dustin told Steve.
âYou do realize that skull rock is like a super popular make-out spot?â Steve pointed out.
âYeah, so?â Dustin questioned.
âYeah well it wasnât popular until I made it popular, alright? I practically invented it. Weâre heading in the wrong direction.â Steve started walking away, Dustin complaining.
âSad to admit, but heâs right, Dusty-bun. Iâve been to this place a million times and itâs not north like our compasses say. Maybe theyâre on the fritz.â
âWait, why have you been here?â Steve questioned.
âNone of your damn business, mom.â You stuck your tongue out at Steve and kept walking. Once you got to the rock, Steve started to brag.
âOh boom! Bada bing, bada boom. There she is, Henderson. Skull Rock! In your faces, in your stupid cocky faces!â Steve said to you two.
âDoesnât make sense.â You and Dustin said simultaneously.
âYeah, yeah. Even with it staring at you in the face, you canât admit it. And thereâs no way in hell youâve been here a million times, Y/N. Youâve never mentioned a boy once. You two just canât admit youâre wrong, you buttheads.â Steve gloated.
âI concur.â The three of you heard Eddieâs voice and turned around. âYou, Dustin Henderson and Y/N Y/L/N, are total buttheads.â Eddie smirked at you and winked.
âJesus, we thought you were a goner.â Dustin told Eddie and hugged him.
While the group was discussing the previous Vecna attack and establishing what they should do, you and Dustin paced back and forth, looking at your compasses. Why were they both wrong?
âHey, uh, Henderson and Y/L/N arenât cursed, are they?â Eddie questioned, watching you both pace back and forth.
âCursed? No, no. Theyâre fine. Mental? Absolutely.â Steve told Eddie.
You and Dustin looked at each other, finally realizing why your compasses werenât working.
âBOOM!â You both shouted at the same time, facing the group.
âBada, bada⌠boom. I was right. Skull Rock was North.â Dustin told the group.
âYouâre serious? Are you serious?â Steve shouted. âThis is Skull Rock. Okay?! Youâre totally, absolutely, 100% wrong. Right now!â
âNo, heâs not, moron. So fuck me if Iâm wrong too butââ
âYouâre wrong.â Eddieâs interruption made the group stare at him now instead of you and Dustin.
âI havenât even said anything yet.â
âYouâre wrong,â Eddie said again, an evil smirk on his face.
âSeriously? Shut up. Letâs get back to the point we were about to make.â You warned Eddie.
âWait, whatâs going on here?â Dustin said, pointing at you and Eddie.
âOH MY GOSH, THEYâVE TOTALLY HOOKED UP!â Steve shouted, jumping in the air and pointing fingers like crazy. Your face turned red and you kept telling Steve to shut up.
âEDDIE IS THE ONE YOU COME TO SKULL ROCK WITH?!â Dustin shouted too, making you hide your face in your hands.
âEw!â Lucas joined in. âThatâs our D&D leader and youâre our sister, thatâs disgusting!â
âHence why I didnât tell any of you!â You yelled at them.
âSo are you dating?â Max questioned. You and Eddie just looked at each other.
âTheyâre totally just hooking up. I know those looks anywhere. Just know I invented this place.â Steve said obnoxiously. You rolled your eyes.
âSo you mentioned, asshole.â You told him.
âJealous much Harrington?â Eddie said, laughing at Steve, getting up from where he was sitting. Steve made a face and started walking over to Eddie.
âCAN WE JUST GET BACK TO OUR AMAZING POINT ABOUT THE COMPASSES OH MY GOODNESS!â You yelled.
âWeâll discuss this later,â Steve said, trying to sound intimidating.
âOk, mom.â
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ok i love this lol. steve and eddie own my heart <3
summary: you and eddie have secretly been hooking up and of course, dustin and steve get suspicious that you are hiding something and completely invade your privacy to reveal your secret <3
prompts: âi donât remember that, that doesnât sound like meâ & ârecognize this?â âwhere in the hell did you find that?â
warnings: mentions of sex, make out sesh, language, not proof read!
*this has been one of my faves to write so far!!!*
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You started hooking up with Eddie Munson behind your friends backs two months ago, and they were starting to suspect you were hiding something from them. You never thought youâd be in a relationship like this with Eddie âthe freakâ Munson, but when you got paired together for an English project, and he started looking a little too hot, you couldnât resist.
It wasnât a classic friends with benefits thing. You had clothes and other miscellaneous belongings at each others houses, and Eddie even brought you lunch and dinner occasionally and you would just talk about life. It wasnât a dating-type thing, but whatever it was, it worked for the both of you.
Your friends started suspecting you were hiding something a couple of weeks ago, more specifically, nosey ass Dustin and Steve. You were going to meet Eddie for a much-needed night together, and apparently, you looked too happy. It made it more suspicious to them when you wouldnât say where you were going. You said it was none of their damn business and walked out of Family Video. Not your best coverup.
You were currently laying on Eddieâs couch, only in a bra and underwear, blanket over you, while Eddie was making breakfast in the kitchen, only in his underwear. You smiled at him as you watched him make pancakes, surprisingly good at doing so. He looked up, noticing you staring.
âWhat?â He questioned, smiling.
âNothing.â You looked away and stared at the TV. âWanna watch a movie tonight?â
âLet me guess, 'Sixteen Candlesâ?â
âShut up.â You told Eddie, laughing and throwing a pillow at him as he walked over to you. He moved the blanket off of you, wrapping it around his back, then laying on top of you. He placed a hungry kiss on your lips.
âIâm surprised you want to go to Family Video with the way those idiots have been hounding you about your secret double life.â Eddie joked. He placed his elbows on the side of you, rubbing your face and playing with your hair with his hands.
âThey think Iâm hooking up with some mystery college guy. That doesnât even sound like something Iâd do. Theyâre so dumb.â You said.
âAnd hooking up with the schoolâs biggest freak does?â Eddie questioned.
âThatâs not what I meant. And I didnât think we were only hooking up. It doesnât feel like thatâs all this is. If it was, you wouldnât be making me breakfast or caressing me right now.â You pointed out. Eddie nodded his head, agreeing.
âWhen you put it that way, I guess youâre right,â Eddie said, kissing your forehead.
âWhy, do you only consider us to be fuck buddies?â You were confused and truly hoping he didnât think that. You shifted, trying to get up. Eddie moved immediately and let you sit up, grabbing the blanket from him.
âOh my gosh, no, Y/N! I feel the same way you do! Iâm sorry, I didnât phrase that right I guess.â Eddie pulled you on top of him, he peppered you with kisses all over. You giggled and put your lips on his.
âIâm sorry. You know how I am. Queen of overthinking. Can we just eat pancakes now?â You snuggled into his chest, wrapping your arms and legs around his body. He swiftly picked you up, carrying you to the counter and placing you on it. You giggled and smiled the whole time. He hand-fed you a pancake, smiling like an idiot while doing so. Eddie was completely and utterly whipped. Especially after knowing you didnât consider your relationship just hooking up. How could you keep getting more perfect?
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âHey, Hair! Can I have 'Sixteen Candlesâ?â You greeted Steve, him rolling his eyes at your nickname for him.
âAgain?â He questioned.
âNot you too.â You slipped out.
âWho else makes fun of you for loving that movie?â Steve inquired.
âMy mom does, constantly.â You covered.
âSure.â Steve gave you a suspicious look and got the movie for you. Before you thought you were in the clear, Dustin came into the store. You groaned quietly, not wanting to hear about your secret life. If only he knew it was with his D&D leader and role model.
âY/N!â Dustin gave you a side hug. âWhat have you been up to?â He questioned.
âNothing much, just enjoying my Saturday. Iâm going to watch my favorite movie later with some friends.â You told the young boy. âWhat about you Dusty-bun?â You asked.
âI just invited the Hellfire gang over to hang out tonight at my house, so Iâm getting some horror flicks!â Dustin said, excitement in his voice. You lifted your eyebrows.
âEveryone is going?â You questioned.
âYeah! You can come too if you want, and you too Steve! But I know you think we are a bunch of nerds.â
âIndeed Henderson,â Steve added, handing you your movie.
âThanks.â You said quietly. âAs for tonight, Iâll let you nerds have a night to yourselves. Iâll see you two later.â You quickly left the store, rushing back to Eddieâs. Leave it to Dustin to ruin your movie night.
When you pulled up to his trailer, Eddie was outside, sitting on the steps.
âHey, Iâve been waiting for you!â Eddie told you, getting up.
âTo tell me that Dustin asked you to hang out and so youâre ditching me?â You laughed.
âYouâre not mad?â Eddie pulled you to him, kissing your lips lightly.
âNo. I know how much he means to you. You can just come by my house afterward.â
âSounds like a plan gorgeous.â
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It hit ten o'clock when all of the Hellfire members left Dustinâs, leaving him, Steve, and Eddie alone. Yes, Steve showed up after Dustinâs begging.
âDid Y/N seem off to you today? She got weird when you said your nerds were coming over here.â Steve asked Dustin. Eddie flipping him off.
âSheâs been weird the last couple of months, dude. She sneaks off at school and on the weekends especially. But yeah, youâre right. Every time Hellfire comes up she gets weird.â Dustin agreed.
âMaybe Eddie scares her,â Steve said, laughing. Eddie sarcastically laughed at the statement. Knowing he very much does not scare youâŚ
âWe should go check on her. See whatâs up.â Dustin said.
âMaybe she just wants some privacy? You two are so fucking nosey.â Eddie told the pair. Steve and Dustin looked at him with blank stares.
âAre you coming or what?â
The three boys hopped in Steveâs car and drove to your house. Eddie couldnât let them harass you with questions without him there. Luckily, he remembered that your parents went out of town this weekend.
When they got there, you were startled by the headlights but assumed it was just Eddie. When you answered the door and saw Steve and Dustin looking back at you, Eddie behind them, you were very confused.
âWhy are you two here?â
âDonât you mean to ask why the three of us are here?â Dustin picked up on your slip-up immediately.
âI didnât even see Eddie, sorry.â
âSure.â
The three boys made their way in, heading towards your room. You prayed there wasnât anything of Eddieâs visible.
âWe wanted to see how youâre doing. Weâre worried about you.â Steve explained.
âSeriously? You guys need to stop with that. I am fine!â
âWell just to be sure, letâs watch 'Sixteen Candlesâ! Even though you probably just got done watching it with friends, right?â Dustin questioned. Gosh, this boy was good.
âThey actually canceled. Iâll go make popcorn.â
âIâll help get drinks.â Eddie followed you out of the room, into the kitchen.
âWhat the fuck, Eddie?â You whispered.
âTheyâre mentally deranged! There was no stopping them!â He whisper-yelled back. You took the popcorn out of the microwave and the two of you made your way back to your room. When you entered, Steve and Dustin stood there with huge smirks on their faces.
âWhat is up with you two?â You questioned. The pair looked at each other and smiled. Dustin suddenly moved his hidden hand out from behind his back, holding a shirt up in the air. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
âRecognize this?â It was Eddieâs shirt. Then, Steve held up a polaroid picture of you and Eddie that you took one night while the two of you were very drunk and very naked. Luckily, the photo didnât show anything.
âWhere in the hell did you find that?!â You practically screamed.
âWe looked through your dresser,â Dustin said as if it wasnât a big deal.
âWhat the fuck?! You two are insane!â You yelled at the pair. You ripped the shirt and photo out of their hands and hid them away once again.
âLetâs move on to the bigger picture⌠YOU AND EDDIE?!â Dustin yelled. âI repeat, YOU AND EDDIE?!â
âSo what?!â
âItâs Eddie!â Steve argued.
âAnd?â
âI shouldâve known. The first time you saw him at school you mumbled that he could fuck you any time of day.â Dustin told the group.
âI donât remember that, that doesnât sound like me.â You said, sheepishly. Kind of embarrassed that Dustin heard you say that, and that he just told Eddie and Steve.
âYeah, it doesnât. Which is why Iâm very confused.â Steve added.
âWill you two please leave? Youâve done enough for today, thank you. And never go through my shit again. That is so weird.â You told the pair, shaking your head. Dustin had his head down and apologized on his way out, while Steve was glaring at Eddie. When you finally heard the car drive away, you sunk down on the floor, laying there like a dead body.
âI donât know if I should be utterly pissed or relieved.â You told Eddie.
âI know right. Gosh, I hate them sometimes.â Eddie laid on the floor next to you, planting kisses on your face. âSoâŚâ Eddie started.
âSo?â
âSince they know we⌠Can I take you out sometime? Not that I donât love our dinners and stuff, but Iâd like to make this official⌠if you wantâŚâ You smiled at Eddieâs words, sitting up immediately.
âYou mean it?â Eddie sat up and pulled you closer to him.
âOf course I do. I donât know if you are aware, but Iâm kinda crazy about you. And I would gladly fuck you any time of the day.â Eddie smirked. You got red in the face.
âIâm kinda crazy about you too.â You replied, kissing Eddie.
âTomorrow we should go into Family Video making out or something, completely making them regret looking through your stuff,â Eddie said, making you laugh.
âOh, abso-fucking-lutely.â
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"Show me how to do it-" - Eddie Munson x F! Reader 18+ Smut
Summary - You ask Eddie to teach you how to give a blow job
Warnings - oral sex male receiving, dirty talk, corruption kink, inexperienced! reader, mentions of balls
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You looked so perfect where you were sitting, on the floor of his bedroom, your legs folded under you, sitting between his legs where they were hanging over the edge of his bed. With those big eyes of yours looking up at him through your eyelashes.
God what had he done to deserve you?
âSweetheart⌠you donât have to do this,â He whispered, and his hand moved to cup your cheek, letting the rough pad of his finger graze the soft skin of your cheek. âWe can stop here, we can stop whenever you want.â
âNo, no I donât want to stop,â you whispered back at him, your bottom lip tucked between your top row of teeth, biting down ever so gently. And god how badly he wanted to sink his teeth into it instead. âI just- I canât promise itâll be good- feel good.â
âSweetheart, itâs a mouth on a cock, itâs practically impossible for it to not feel good,â Eddie said with a smirk as he saw the light pink that flushed your cheeks as he spoke.
âI donât suppose youâre willing to make that a bet-â you laughed a little nervously, it had taken you so long to build up the courage to ask him, but now that you were sitting here you were a little bit intimidated by the task at hand.
âCâmere-â Eddie grabbed a hold of you under your arms and dragged you up so you were standing before crashing his lips to yours, holding you impossibly close to him. He couldnât believe what he was hearing when you told him you wanted to try⌠he knew that you werenât that experienced, but when you asked him to teach you he thought he was going to pass out.
It didnât take long before your shared kiss became heated and needy, your hands moved down his chest, you pulled away from his lips, pressing kisses down his neck and chest, leaving little hickeys on his neck along with a couple of tiny bite marks. Your fingers laced with the collar of Eddieâs shirt, dragging it away from his skin to grant yourself more access. Eddie obliged to your wordless plea, grabbing the bottom hem of his shirt and tugging it off his body before tossing it into the oblivion of his room.
âYouâre doing well so far sweetheart,â Eddie let his hands tangle themselves in your hair, holding your head as close to his body as you could. âI havenât even started yet,â you mumbled against his skin and nipped at it gently with your teeth, you could feel your heart racing in your chest, making your breath hitch in your throat and your hands go slightly numb.
âSo what⌠what do I do?â
âWe can stop if you want,â he looked at you, and you could tell that he was serious based on his tone, but you werenât about to get this far just to back out now. âJust tell me what to do⌠please?â
God with the please, he would have given you everything in the world and then some as long as you asked for it.
You were back to your original position, sitting on the messy floor of his bedroom with Eddie perched on the edge of his mattress, just now shirtless and covered in a couple more hickeys than before. You could tell he was hard, it really wasnât a big secret considering the tent that had been growing in his pants ever since you brought up the idea.
You didnât wait for his response, because you knew there was at least one thing you needed to do, so you hooked your fingers into his belt, fumbling with the heavy belt buckle in the shape of a pair of handcuffs, desperate to try and get it open.Eddie chuckled, that soft chuckle that you grew enamoured with in the first place.
âHere sweetheart- let me help you with that one,â Eddie brushed your hands away, undoing the buckle with ease and sliding down the fabric of his jeans as much as he could until they were puddled around his ankles, leaving him only in his boxers.
And now this, this you had done before. Your fingers looped themselves around the elastic waistband of his boxers and pulled them down enough to free his growing erection, standing against his stomach with the tip red and slightly angry. But what little confidence you might have managed to build quickly faltered as you realised just how⌠big the task in front of you was. Maybe you should have started by asking him to teach you how to do a hand job.
âOk- here give me your hand,â Eddie took your hand in his, guiding it to wrap around the base of him, allowing you some leverage, and he groaned at just the feeling of your hand wrapped around him, âthere, good girl just like that- now⌠now just lick up almost like you would a- like you would a popsicle, just go slowly.â
Doing as he said you leaned in, licking a bold stripe up from his base to the tip, and Eddie was damn well glad he was sitting down because had he been standing his legs would have given away at the sensation.
âYeah⌠yeah just like that sweetheart- shit,â Eddie groaned, âFuck youâre so hot when you do that.â There was something about having you on your knees in front of him, teaching you to do something so sick⌠almost corruptive was incredible.
Without being told you swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock before taking just the tip in your mouth. Eddie let out a breath, his hands once more finding their way into your hair, gently twisting it into a ponytail.Â
âCareful sweetheart- just- just go slow- fuck-â Eddie breathed, âshit- no teeth sweetheart,â you hummed around him in response, not thinking about the reaction it would garter from him, his hips bucking up ever so slightly, making you gag around him ever so slightly.
âSorry- sorry sweetheart,â he said between heavy pants and groans continuously falling from his lips. You pulled off, taking a couple of heavy breaths feeling black spots dancing around the corners of your eyes. âIâm- I'm ok I just⌠need a second.â
Eddieâs hand caressed the side of your face as you breathed heavily, doing your best to regain your composure. âSweetheart we can stop,â Eddie said reluctantly, stopping was the last thing he wanted to do, but your comfort was more important than anything.
âEddie please- Iâm fine.â You pouted up at him before flashing him a quick smile before taking his length in your mouth once more.
There was no way this was your first time, you were way too good at this. Your head bobbing on his length with ease, breathing heavily through your nose as you focused on him. Your hand working over the last couple of inches you couldnât quite reach with your mouth just yet.
âF-fuck sweetheartâŚâ Eddieâs head fell back and his lips parted ever so slightly, ragged breaths falling between them at regular intervals. His free hand bunched in the soft fabric of his bedsheets as he tried grounding himself. But it really wasnât helping. âYou can goâŚyou can go a little faster- please.â
Nothing encouraged you more than hearing that please from his lips, the slight desperation in his voice edging you on further, taking more of him in your mouth, doing your best to hollow your cheeks around his cock.
You took him as far as your throat would allow you, your nose brushing against the soft bush of his pubic hair and Eddie damn near whimpered your name. A sound you would have playing on repeat in your mind for days to come.
You started taking him deeper and faster, your head bobbing up and down the length of his cock as best as you could. Based on the sounds falling from his lips you assumed you were doing something right, grunts and groans falling from his lips while the grip on your hair tightened. His hips raised a little off the mattress asswears continued to fall from his lips.
Daring just a little bit more you reached up your hand and gently attempted to cup one of Eddieâs balls in your hand, and he hissed at the feeling.
âDo that- shit do that again for me sweetheartâŚâ You moaned around him, your confidence growing by every second that passed, cupping his other ball this time and gently applying just the slightest amount of pressure. It was all too much for him to handle.
âYouâre doing so good baby girl, so fucking good for me,â his voice was breathy and strained. âOh fuck-â Eddie muttered, âfuck sweetheart, yâknow if you keep doing that Iâm- Iâm not gonna last very long.â
âPrincessâŚâ Eddie trailed off and let the word hang in the air. âShit sweetheart- youâre gonna have to pull away or Iâm gonna-â His words only encouraged you further. âShit- shit-â Using the hand in your hair Eddie pulled you closer, moaning the sound of your name as he felt himself release down your throat. Panting hard and feeling you swallow as much of him as you could, his head thrown back and messy curls sticking to his forehead with sweat. His chest rising and falling rapidly.
âThere is no way- no fucking way you have never done that before.â Eddie said as your eyes met his and you wiped your mouth and you shook your head in response. âGod what did I do to deserve you, fuck Iâm so glad youâre mine.â
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