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Aries
❀ For this month of May, you might find yourself re-evaluating what you truly value (not just financially, but personally as well depending on everyone’s current situation). Expect more conversations about income, spending, and some of you even making practical plans about some things you have in mind. Thinking faster, speaking more, and possibly juggling messages, errands or short trips can also be something that can happen during May. It’s a good time to negotiate, learn new skills, or organize your finances but also easy to overthink or scatter your energy.
❀ Venus softens and harmonizes whatever it touches and in your case aries it will be In the 3rd and 4th house. You may enjoy socializing, reconnecting with friends, or expressing yourself creatively (writing, talking, posting so don’t hesitate on that side). Also I would advise to focus shifts toward home, comfort and emotional security. You might crave coziness, beautify your space, or strengthen bonds with family. Emotionally, this can feel like wanting both connection and a safe retreat.
❀ Expect a surge of personal energy during this month of may. You may feel more assertive, bold, even impatient with some things. It’s a “take initiative” phase, so don’t hold yourself back this time. Eventually, that drive turns toward money, possessions, and self-worth. You may push harder to earn, build or prove your value but also risk impulsive spending or reactive decisions so keep an eye on that.
Taurus
❀ Finding your voice and redefining your worth at the same time will be quite a theme for you this month taurus, with mercury going through your sign. You might find yourself thinking about yourself more directly, speaking with intention, becoming aware of how your words shape your value. It is important that you speak truth to the others and that you think about starting to get yourself a safe “save”. don’t spend too much.
❀ A softer, more pleasant tone around money and self-esteem, with conversations that feel easier, maybe even supportive or affirming due to venus in your 2nd and 3rd house. Underneath it all, a build-up of quiet pressure can be felt, so it’s important that you stop doubting your relationships. Think with your mind and not with your heart.
❀ Mars on the 12th will make you feel like you are pushing things behind the scenes (be careful with impulsiveness that comes from the subconscious. Ask yourself why you are so angry?). it will break through into the 1st as a need to act, to assert, to step forward. A shift from internal tension to outward movement, so make sure to stand up for yourself. Subtle emotional processing turning into visible confidence. Choosing yourself, but only after confronting what was hidden. People will find you rather attractive throughout the month.
Gemini
❀ The months start a little rough for you gemini, with thoughts moving from private to public, like something clicks internally before you are ready to say it out loud. Some things about you might be known out there without your knowledge. Reflection first, expression after, remember that. People will take you seriously and your communication will be at its peak in May so you use it well.
❀ A gentle magnetism in how you present yourself due to Venus on the 1st during may. so you will be drawing people in, while also tying your sense of worth to how you are perceived and what you attract. Because yeah, people will be developing crushes on you for sure. Effort and energy tied to friendships, groups, or future plans, make sure you please yourself a little this month.
❀ but with Mars slipping into the 12th by the middle of the month, some of that drive turns inward or feels drained, like pulling back from certain social dynamics (because you will be socially requested through the beginning of the month). Quiet realizations about who and what actually matters in your life. Let go of external noise to reconnect with inner clarity, then re-emerging with a clearer sense of self and value before you enter the next month which will be all about you.
Cancer
❀ Mercury is going through 11th and 12th house this month, so there will be a drifting quality in the mind, like you will be moving between social awareness, and great communication and friendships to a deep introspection and more isolation through the month. Thinking about your place in groups, then retreating to process it privately because well, shit happens around you.
❀ Emotional softness, maybe even vulnerability, with Venus in the 12th dissolving boundaries before stepping into the 1st and reshaping how you show up. you will be more open, more magnetic, but also more exposed, expect people to get crushes on you and it’s a good moment for love and relationships as well.
❀ At the same time, strong ambition and forward movement with Mars pushing through the 10th into the 11th which will make you act on goals, pursuing recognition, then connecting that drive to community or shared visions, so grasp that energy! A tension between visibility and retreat, between pushing outward and pulling inward, be careful with some tensions or arguments within your friends or social groups (even work). Redefine not just where you are going, but who you are while getting there through the mess that might happen.
Leo
❀ To sum up my fellow leo’s month of may. This is all about thinking about direction, reputation, and where you are heading, while also scanning the bigger picture, especially concerning future plans, networks and possibilities. There might be conversations tied to goals, visibility, and the people who can open doors for you and your career.
❀ A quiet sweetness around friendships that may start to blur into distance or introspection, with Venus slipping into the 12th. Some friendships might feel distant or might lose that special touch. Remember that despite appreciating connections, you also need space from them from time to time.
❀ Meanwhile, a strong push to act on beliefs and ambitions with Mars rising from the 9th into the 10th which will turn ideas into action, conviction into movement specially around your work space and your ambitions. A phase of stepping up publicly, even if part of you is withdrawing privately. Take on the opportunities that might happen, they will be very important.
Virgo
❀ Mercury will be in your 9th and 10th house so: Expanding your mind, then applying it either through thoughts moving from exploration into tangible goals or developing something you had in mind. Learning, questioning, seeking meaning, and then translating that into career direction or life purpose will be the main topic of may for you.
❀ now into Venus, which will be in your 10th and 11th. There's a charm around your public image, attracting opportunities or allies through visibility, with connections forming more naturally in social or professional circles. This is a great period to develop your relationships within those areas. Look out for crushes forming from people around you, or relationships getting better.
❀ Underneath, a deeper push with Mars in the 8th which will make you confront fears, attachments, or shared resources, then channeling that intensity into growth, movement, even risk taking in the 9th by the middle of the month. Transformation fueling expansion as you go through the days. What once felt heavy becomes motivation to move forward.
Libra
❀ Deep thinking, probing beneath the surface, trying to understand what’s hidden and then gradually lifting into broader perspective, meaning, and truth will be like, the main topic of your month of may and to be honest i thinking mentally, it’s going to be a little complicated for you libra. Also, conversations that start intense and personal, then open into philosophy or future vision.
❀ Attraction to growth, to people or paths that expand your world, with Venus bridging belief and ambition which will be aligning what you love with where you are going. It is important for you to do what you believe when it comes to love, but also to focus on the love/passion you feel in your working field. Do something you like!
❀ Mars activates relationships first so you might expect some tension, passion (sexual energy is high this month), or confrontation in the 7th during the first two weeks of the month and then, it pulls you into deeper emotional territory in the 8th. you may expect some encounters that transform you, so keep an eye open on that even though I feel like the connections aren't light, but revealing in some way or another.
Scorpio
❀ Well, for you Scoprio, mercury will be going through your 7th and 8th house. so there’s focus on others’ minds and motives and you might find yourself reading between the lines, sensing what isn’t said. Flirting energy at his peak, but so is delulu and love in general, sexual energy too might be something you will have to deal with. Look out for conversations that feel layered, sometimes intense, sometimes exposing.
❀ Emotional depth in connections, with Venus in the 8th drawing you toward intimacy, honesty, and vulnerability (so again it’s a good time to have some bed fun and to develop relationships with people or even seeking for those), then lifting into the 9th which makes it more of a seeking meaning, truth or growth through those experiences you will have and had.
❀ Mars moving through the 6th into the 7th brings tension into daily routines and relationships so look out for irritability, impatience, a need to fix or confront. In the 6th especially, this can show up physically if not managed: Aries-type strains such as headaches, inflammation, burnout from overexertion, pushing too hard without rest, stress showing up in the body quickly and sharply. Then when mars will be shifting into the 7th, that same energy plays out with others. There will be quicker reactions, conflict, but also the courage to address what’s been avoided. Learning to balance action with awareness. Not every reaction needs to become a confrontation but the ones that matter won’t stay buried. Again, sexual energy at it’s peak.
Sagittarius
❀ Alright sag, attention moving between routines and relationships which will make you think about how daily habits affect your interactions, how others mirror what’s working and what isn’t. You might have conversations that try to create balance, but also reveal imbalances so be careful with that. There’s also a lot of flirty energy and crushes around as well.
❀ Venus will be softening connections (it's on your 7th and moving through your 8th) , drawing you into closeness, into deeper emotional exchanges that feel binding, intimate, sometimes consuming. There’s high chances for love, for sexual energy to flourish and overall to feel connections with people.
❀ Mars energizes creativity and pleasure at first since it will be in your 5th so you might feel more playful and lighthearted. But then dropping into the 6th where the body starts to speak if things are off. Taurus-related health issues can show up slowly but stubbornly with throat sensitivity, neck tension, jaw tightness, holding stress in the body without releasing it. Overindulgence (especially with food) or comfort-seeking that turns heavy over time. you will need to slow down, ground, and take care of physical stability. What feels small at first can linger if ignored.
Capricorn
❀ Capricorn! For you this month of may you may expect playful thinking shifting into practical awareness from creativity and expression into details, tasks, and daily structure. your mind will be speeding up in the 6th, sometimes too much which will bring Gemini-type overstimulation: nervous tension, restlessness, scattered focus, difficulty switching off. Breathing patterns, shoulders, arms can be subtle signals of mental overload so keep an eye on your health.
❀ Venus smoothing daily life and relationships for your may of month since it will be in your 6th and 7th houses. It will make cooperation with people around you easier, bringing a sense of harmony into routines and partnerships. Possibilities of love, crushes and sexual energy as well, so enjoy it !
❀ Mars stirring things at the emotional root though, with movement within the home, family, inner world and then rising into creative expression by the middle of the month. You might find yourself acting on feelings, channeling them into something alive, something visible. You will feel a need to express what’s been sitting inside and you truly should.
Aquarius
❀ So, with mercury going through the 4th and 5th house, your thoughts will be rooted in emotion which will make you reflect on home, your past, and inner security, then moving toward expression, creativity, or joy. A softer mental space, but one that can drift or become nostalgic. Make sure you communicate with your family and keep things from escalating.
❀ Venus to you will bring warm creativity and daily rhythms, bringing pleasure into small things, but also tying emotional wellbeing to habits and environment. expect some cancer-related sensitivities which can show through the body parts such as stomach fluctuations, digestion tied to mood, emotional eating or loss of appetite depending on your inner state. The body responds directly to feelings, needing comfort, safety, and consistency.
❀ Mars is activated by your 3th and 4th house so there will be communication first but be careful because there might be sharper words, quicker reactions which can bring arguments and issues. then it is moving into the home space, stirring restlessness or tension there as well. A push to say things, then a push to deal with what’s underneath them, so try your best not to succumb to impulsiveness.
Pisces
❀ your mind will be moving between immediate surroundings and inner foundations because of your 3rd and 4th house. there will be conversations blending with memory, thoughts looping back to emotional roots so you might find yourself sensitive this month. A need to speak, but also to retreat and process things that are happening in your life.
❀ Venus brings warmth into the home space, softening your inner world, then encouraging expression due to the 4th and 5th house so what you can expect is creativity, affection and enjoyment (for some of you there’s chances of pregnancies as well). Let yourself feel, then let that feeling take form through your life. Have fun as well.
❀ Mars will be pushing on values and resources first so look out for motivation around money, security and self-worth but make sure you are not spending like a crazy man. Then, it will be spilling into communication. Words with more edge, more urgency, a desire to act on ideas and you might even feel the need for a buildup from internal value to external expression. Be careful with arguments !
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summary: you're steve's “bitchy” step-sister and are spending the summer in hawkins; eddie is steve's annoying best friend who you can’t seem to shake, but things take a sharp turn when you find yourself sneaking around and ultimately falling for him
contains: slightly enemies to lovers trope, drug and alcohol use, smoking, secret relationship vibes, tension, and eddie being a certified tease <3
word count: 7k
chapter song: foxey lady x jimi hendrix
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Eddie hates summer.
Most people hate summer due to boredom, but if Eddie’s being honest, he’s never been bored a day in his life— Eddie can make staring at the wall a fun game if he wants to— so, no, Eddie doesn’t hate summer because of boredom. Eddie hates summer because it’s so fucking hot. It’s hot, and the sun is always out, and Eddie burns like fucking bacon in an oven— and it doesn’t help that over half of Eddie’s wardrobe is the color black. Do you know how hard it is to be a metalhead with long hair and black jeans in the middle of a summer heatwave? It’s hard.
Now, you would think that with this knowledge of his undying hate for the heat, Eddie would do everything in his power to stay out of it— except Eddie’s friend is kind of a picturesque summer lover boy and drags Eddie everywhere with him no matter how intense satan’s wrath feels that day. So now, Eddie sits in the airport carpool lane, nearly drowning in his sweat as he waits for Steve’s step-sister to get off the plane.
“I just don’t understand why you couldn’t ask Robin to come with you,” Eddie grumbles as he tugs the front of his black muscle tee open and shut in a fanning manner. It doesn’t do much to cool him down, considering the dry heat that’s settled over Hawkins. Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever been this hot in his life if he’s being honest.
Steve rolls his eyes, watching people filter out of the airport, dragging luggage behind them as they spot their rides. Steve doesn’t bother looking Eddie’s way when he responds, “I already told you— Robin’s been too busy shoving her tongue down her girlfriend's throat all summer,” he grimaces, “Plus, I know my step-sister, and I know she has at least three suitcases— all of which will fit perfectly in your van.”
Eddie’s the one to roll his eyes now, irritation settling in his bones as the seconds pass like minutes. “Asshole,” Eddie mumbles as he shifts in his seat. He’s sticky everywhere. Sticky, wet, and gross, and he’s sweating in places that he’s almost one hundred percent sure shouldn’t be sweating. He huffs as he turns his attention to the exit of the airport, eyes scanning through different people as he asks, “...Well, what’s she look like anyway?”
Steve scoffs, “You’ll know it’s her when you see her. Just look for a girl that looks like she came straight out of a Baywatch episode.”
Eddie thinks for a moment, brows furrowing before he speaks, “So… someone hot?”
Steve grimaces and turns to Eddie, “Ew. Gross, dude, no— that’s my sister—” “Step-sister.”
Steve shakes his head and turns back to people watching, “She’s from California, pervert. I meant look for someone who looks like an asshole from California.”
Eddie’s not sure why Steve would ever decide to associate Baywatch with anything other than hot, sun-bathed babes, but Eddie’s too irritated with the heat to argue his point and instead nods his head in understanding.
“She’s probably wearing heels, and she’s probably in some over-the-top girly outfit— and again, she’s probably lugging at least three suitcases.” Steve further explains.
Eddie nods and purses his lips. “So…” he pauses and thinks for a moment, “Malibu Barbie?”
Steve snaps his fingers and points to Eddie as he glances at him, “Exactly. And forewarning— she’s a total bitch.”
Eddie nods, lips pursed as he takes the information in. Eddie scans the crowd of people for some time, growing frustrated when he finds no sign of a bitchy-looking Malibu Barbie running around Hawkins, but then…
It’s as if a cool breeze drifts through the devil’s heat, and Eddie feels something other than absolute dread when the airport's sliding doors open and out steps a girl that fits the very description Steve had just given— only, you’re even better in real life.
Eddie swears time slows down when he sees you— pretty, glowy skin glistening in the summer sun, the light wash jean skirt you’re wearing is hugging your waist sinfully, leaving little to nothing for Eddie’s imagination as his eyes travel down your legs. Soft, shiny, perfect legs with doughy thighs that Eddie thinks would make his brain short-circuit if he ever got the chance to feel them.
Eddie’s mouth may as well become a fountain with the way it fills with spit at the sight of your soft tummy, peeking out from the tiny sliver your top leaves— god, is that a fucking belly ring? Your shirt hugs your tits in an ungodly way— well enough to make Eddie stir within his pants because, seriously, how do they look so perfect? Eddie thinks you’ve come straight out of one of the porno magazines he’s got stuffed in his junk drawer.
You’re a dream. Dreamtime fucking central.
Sex on legs or whatever they say— Eddie doesn’t know; he just knows you’re really fucking hot, and you’re about to get into his disgusting, old, and dirty van.
Eddie’s hand nearly caves Steve’s chest in when he smacks his friend, “Dude,” his face twists in disbelief, “Why didn’t you tell me she’s like—” “Jesus Christ, Eddie, do not tell me you think my step-sister is hot.” Steve groans as he rolls his head on his neck.
“But she is!” Eddie exclaims.
“Well, she’s off limits,” Steve quickly shuts the idea down, "For everybody in this town, especially you.” He points an accusing finger at Eddie, and Eddie can’t help the way his eyes roll. What could Eddie possibly do to somebody like you? As if you would even give him a chance.
“Plus, I’m pretty sure she’s dating some douchebag quarterback from her school. She’s got a new boyfriend every time she comes home.” Steve grumbles— which immediately confirms it; you would never give Eddie, someone who has never willingly touched any set of balls other than his own, the time of day.
That doesn’t mean Eddie can’t admit you’re drop-dead gorgeous, though. Because you are. And Eddie kind of forgets what he’s doing here in the first place until Steve unbuckles himself and gets out, and Eddie remembers— oh yeah, I’m here to pick up this extremely hot girl in my extremely run-down van.
Whatever.
Eddie will live, he thinks. He unbuckles and gets out of the van, rounding the front of his van to step onto the sidewalk, where Steve calls your name and grabs your attention. You spot them immediately, your expression unreadable as you wave a flight attendant over to follow you. And yeah, that’s more than three suitcases being pushed behind you.
You glance at Eddie when you get closer, your cute little kitten heels clicking against the cement floor— who wears heels to the airport?
“This is disgusting.” You say as you gesture to the air. And Eddie couldn’t agree more. This heat is disgusting, and he couldn’t imagine being in it with heels.
Steve hums, “Welcome back to paradise.”
You roll your eyes, handing your carry-on to Steve. Steve grunts at the weight of it, glaring at you as he stumbles from your force, “Did you fucking move out?” he stresses when he sees the cart of suitcases behind you. You grimace, “Like I would ever move here. Where’s your car?”
You don’t acknowledge Eddie as you glance around, and Eddie’s honestly too stunned to speak— and is that your perfume he’s smelling? Jesus Christ, Eddie wants to fall to his knees right here on this cracked pavement.
Steve rolls his eyes at your response and turns to open the back doors of the van, “My car wouldn’t be able to hold your fifty suitcases, so I came prepared,” he throws a fake smile as he tosses your bag in, ignoring your warning to, “Be careful with my stuff, asshole.”
Steve waves you off before he gestures lazily to Eddie, “This is my friend, Eddie, by the way.”
And for the first time, you look at Eddie. It’s then that Eddie’s bodily autonomy finally comes back, and he remembers that he has control over his limbs. He waves, tossing out a lazy hey as he opens the back doors of his van, “Heard tons about you,” he grunts as he loads in another suitcase.
You huff as you cross your arms, “I doubt it.”
Eddie huffs out a laugh, “Yeah, not much.” He admits. “But when I heard Malibu Barbie was coming into town, I knew I had to see her for myself.” He winks.
You grimace, rolling your eyes with a groan, “Gross.” You grumble before yanking the side doors open and stepping in.
Eddie can’t help but smile as he finishes loading your suitcases.
Steve had run off somewhere to find an ATM; something about needing to tip the attendant who helped you with your luggage, so it’s only you and Eddie in the van when Eddie hops back into the driver's seat.
It’s silent for a moment, achingly so, and Eddie takes it upon himself to turn the radio on, forgetting that the volume had been amped to the highest level. The music blares through his speakers— nearly blows them out— and Eddie almost jumps out of his seat as he scrambles to reduce the volume, awkwardly laughing as he glances back at you and speaks, “Sorry about that…”
You don’t say anything. Instead, you stay seated, arms crossed over your chest, legs crossed, and your glossed lips pouted in boredom. Eddie turns back to the front, the radio now a soft hum as he taps his decorated fingers on the steering wheel. He purses his lips briefly, his skin itching because Eddie has never done well with silence, so— “You listen to Iron Maiden?” He asks.
“No.” You flatly respond.
Your tone is dull and bored, and Eddie nods again as if it softens the blow. Eddie avoids opening his mouth again, too afraid that whatever comes out will just piss you off even more, so he keeps quiet. But he can’t help it when his gaze flickers up to find you in his rearview mirror, watching as you huff and gaze out the window.
It’s silent for a few long, crippling minutes before you speak, “Does this thing not have AC?”
Eddie purses his lips, fingertips tapping against his thigh as he shrugs, “Just takes a second.”
You huff, crossing your arms over your chest as you mumble, “Course it does.”
Eddie lets it fall silent for a moment again, but Eddie’s never been one to like silence, so— “How’s college?”
“Do you usually talk this much?” You suddenly ask, tilting your head and narrowing your eyes at him. Eddie snorts, glancing around the airport for any sign of Steve, and he responds, “No, actually, I usually talk more than this. Wait ‘til you get me going about D&D.” He scoffs.
Your face twists in confusion, “D&D?”
Eddie waits for a moment before turning to gaze at you. You look at him, an unwavering expression plastered across your face as you wait for Eddie to speak.
“…You don’t know what Dungeons and Dragons is?”
You blink at Eddie, definitely contemplating if you could catch a flight back home before you respond, “Am I supposed to?”
Eddie shrugs, “Well, I mean, it’s only like the greatest game to ever fucking exist.” He stresses.
You roll your eyes and softly groan in disgust, “Ew. If you’re about to nerd out on me, I’d rather walk home in the heat.” You grimace.
And Eddie pauses, contemplating the amount of damage he’ll do if he continues to ramble about his favorite game— then he’ll really have zero chance with you, that’s for sure. But it’s not like he ever had one in the first place, right?
Eddie turns back around, watching as people bustle around the airport. “Do you like games?” He can’t help but ask.
You take a slow and long breath, gathering your patience before you reply, “I can’t remember the last time I played a game, so no.”
Eddie’s face twists in concern, “What do you do for fun?” He glances in the mirror, watching as you gaze out the window.
You shrug, watching people as you speak, “Spend my dad’s money.”
Eddie lets it fall silent for a moment, a few responses rolling around in his head before you roll your eyes and speak again, “It was a joke. I’m not a spoiled brat.”
“Oh,” Eddie awkwardly laughs before glancing at you. “Well, the heels and cart full of suitcases didn’t exactly sell a ‘humble woman’ picture.”
You laugh then, “I didn’t say I was humble; I said I’m not a spoiled brat.”
“What’s the difference?”
“There’s a difference.” You mutter, crossing your arms over your chest. Eddie thinks it’s cute, the way you get flustered by his smart mouth. He wonders how much he can push and prod before you explode.
But before he can respond, Steve is swinging the passenger door open and hoping in, glaring back at you when he speaks, “Next time you come here— and god forbid you do— maybe try to keep the bags to a minimum of two. I just tipped that dude a hundred bucks.” He complains.
You teasingly coo at your step-brother, “Poor Stevie, having to use my dad’s money to pay for things.”
Eddie snorts at that, earning Steve's glare, which quickly directs Eddie’s attention to pull out of the airport. Steve settles in his seat, ignoring your annoyed mood as he grumbles, “Told you she’s an asshole.”
“Not bigger than yours.” You quickly whip back.
Eddie can’t help but chuckle. So, the princess does have humor.
The house is quiet, something you hadn’t expected given how obnoxious Steve is, though you don’t take it for granted as you flip through a magazine and let the TV play in the back.
You don’t like coming into town, you never have. It’s dull and dreary in Hawkins, and you’re not quite sure why your father would give up the sunny California weather for this. Conservative townies that grow and die here— that’s all this town has to offer.
But there’s no point in complaining; you’re stuck here for the whole summer; otherwise, your dad will stop paying for your school. So, you do what you can to take your mind off of it, which includes drifting through magazines and wasting away with shitty TV shows.
Your stepmother has been home from work for nearly an hour, but you hardly give her complete sentences, so she made herself scarce. Her son, however, doesn’t get the memo as he bursts into the room. You say nothing, eyeing him as he sits on the opposite side of the couch and puts on his shoes.
“Get up, we’re going out.”
You train your eyes back on the magazine in your hands as you boredly mumble, “Not interested.”
Steve hums in annoyance as he shoves his right foot into a shoe, “Mom said I have to include you in shit, and I’m not in the mood to get bitched at for your shitty mood, so— get up, we’re going out.” He repeats before standing up to place his hands on his hips and look at you. You glare at him from behind the magazine before closing it, folding it over your stomach as you tilt your head, “And where exactly are we going? I can’t imagine there’s anything fun in this town— at least none that you would know of.” You jeer.
Steve sneers at you, stepping forward to dig the toe of his shoe into your shin, earning an annoyed kick from you. You swat at him with the magazine, striking him and earning a few curse words as Steve rips it from you and tosses it on the coffee table. He huffs as he turns to you with a huff, “Eddie’s band is playing tonight.”
And that’s rich. It’s incredibly bold of Steve to believe you would ever willingly submit yourself to hear his weird, gross friend spit out nonsense into a mic. As if you hadn’t had enough of them two on the drive here. You scoff, leaning forward to grab your now crinkled magazine before laying back on the couch with a scoff, “Absolutely not.”
Steve snatches the magazine yet again, tossing it onto the opposite side of the couch as he glares down at you, “Too bad.” He snaps, stepping over your legs and walking over to the front door, “I’m leaving in ten,” he grabs his keys off the mantle, “Be ready, or I’ll drag you out myself.”
You watch him walk out with a slam of the door, a refusal dancing on your tongue. And Steve is, in no way, your boss. You’ll cut off your limbs before you let Steve boss you around— but fuck. If his mom is this hellbent on you two spending time together, you’re sure she’ll throw a fit at your refusal, which will ultimately end up being your dad’s problem, and he won’t hesitate to cut you off money-wise. So, with a dramatic huff and an undeniable reluctance, you stomp up to your room and get dressed.
The bar is exactly what you’d imagined— loud, grungy, and somewhere you would never be caught dead in. Yet, here you stand, arms crossed with a tabletop dogging into your lower back and a scowl etched across your face.
The smell of sweat, liquor, and cigarettes wraps around you like a dusty old jacket, sticky floors snapping beneath your shoes with every move you make. The walls are covered in graffiti, posters, and old stickers, and the crowd is primarily full of ripped denim, fishnets, and loud groups of friends.
It's not your scene.
Though you can’t seem to stop watching.
It’s like a movie. Something is happening in every corner of the place, with loud music blaring through the speakers and dancing lights kissing the grimy space. It’s chaotic. It’s noisy and dirty. And you feel so… misplaced.
Your outfit isn’t screaming country club, but it surely isn’t screaming anything close to this.
Steve brought a few other friends along, none of whom you care to learn the names of or attempt to hold a conversation with. You’re too busy trying to ignore the intense burning sensation of smoke in your eyes.
“So, how long are you in town for?”
You glance over at the girl; you think her name is Robin, and shrug, “Unfortunately, the whole summer.” You sigh.
Robin hums, lips pursing in an apologetic look, “Bummer. Can’t imagine giving up a Californian summer for Hawkins.”
You huff, something like a grim smile splitting your lips, “Wasn’t exactly my choice, but,” you shrug again, “No point in crying now.”
Robin raises her glass to that and takes a sip, allowing you to turn back to gaze about the room. You catch a few people headbanging near the stage, smiling as they enjoy the music pouring through the speakers. After a few moments, you lean into Robin. “Is it always this… rowdy?” you ask.
Robin follows your eyes to the group of friends by the stage and smiles, “This place was a shit hole a few years back, actually. Wasn’t much of anything, but Corroded Coffin brings some traction and, well, their music is pretty intense, just like their listeners.”
Your face twists in confusion then, “Corroded Coffin?”
Robin smiles with a nod, “Yeah, Eddie’s band.”
You nod and drag in a breath, diverting your attention back to the stage. So these people listen to Eddie’s music, or at least music similar to Eddie’s. You find yourself annoyingly intrigued.
You gaze at the empty stage that awaits the band, and you hardly realize your mind has wandered as you begin to wonder what kind of show Eddie’s band will put on. Are they any good? You doubt it, honestly— you’re two minutes from a headache already.
You’re not left wondering for long before the boys step onto the stage— four of them, all incredibly different in style yet cohesive in presentation.
The lights shift, reds and blues pouring over the stage as the band takes their place, adjusting instruments and whatnot. You recognize Eddie immediately as he steps up to the mic, testing it for feedback.
He looks different up there. He looks like he belongs. Like this is his place, where he’s meant to be. The messy hair that you’d wrinkled your nose towards at the airport fits perfectly beneath the dim, flashing lights. His tattoos almost look as if they’re on display, like this is an art museum, and he is presenting the art on himself, there on the stage beneath the red hues.
He’s wearing a worn-out band tee with a name you don’t recognize, the sleeves cut off, and the sides ripped open just enough to be irritating. You can see his muscles working beneath his skin, tensing and relaxing as he moves about. He adjusts the mic, entirely at ease, like he’s done this a thousand times before.
He greets the small crowd, humble with the low rumble of his voice, and beside you, Robin hollers out a small cheer that makes you jump— you’d been so lost in watching everyone that you’d almost forgotten you weren’t here alone.
His eyes drift towards the back where you are seated with Steve and his friends, mumbling a low thank you to Robin in the mic before his eyes dance a little to her left, and he meets yours. It’s only for a second before he looks away, and you find yourself relieved not to have been caught in that situation as he glances down at the guitar slung across his body, skilled fingers working the tuning pegs.
And then he smiles to himself.
It’s lazy and confident, the kind of smile that says I know you’re watching.
Your teeth dig into your tongue, your gaze immediately snapping away as if you’ve been caught looking at something you shouldn’t have been looking at.
And as if he knew you were grappling with your resolve and only aimed to torment you more, the first note crashes through the speaker, and the show begins.
It’s loud and raw. Nowhere close to the polished music you listen to, but despite your innate desire to hate everything about it— the rowdy crowd, the thrumming of bass on your chest, the chaos of it all— you only find yourself fascinated more than anything.
You sneak a few glances at Eddie every now and then. Quick ones that you will, later on, string together in your mind to create a stop-motion picture. He’s lost in it. He sings like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted to do besides breathing. His fingers fly over the fret of his guitar like he was born with it in his hands— and he works the stage like it’s nothing. He owns every inch of this room whether you like it or not— and the scary part is… you don’t seem to dislike it.
And as if that isn’t bad enough, Eddie keeps looking at you.
At every glance, no matter how little or discreet you try to be, Eddie’s eyes always find yours first. As if they never left. And in between songs, when he’s changing the tuning of his instrument or addressing the crowd, his eyes drift off towards the back and onto you, lingering long enough for you to feel it.
And you refuse to react. You know what this is. You know what he’s doing, teasing and provoking your disdain for this night, and you won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you crack.
After what feels like an eternity, the set ends. The bar erupts in applause, hoots, and hollers, and the band thanks them all as they hop down from the stage.
You stay glued to your seat, untouched drink resting on the table beside you as you watch Eddie and his band pack up the stage. You lose interest after some time, eyes going back to watching the different scenes of the room. And you had been so focused on everything around you that you didn’t even notice the curly-headed boy make his way up to you.
“Didn’t peg you for a metal fan, princess.”
You look at him, the devilish smirk on his face as he drags a barstool next to you and swings a leg over— invading your space. You can feel how warm he is, seeping through your clothes and penetrating your very soul as you wonder if he knows the concept of personal space.
“I’m not.” You boredly reply.
His brows raise for a split moment, taunting just like his voice as he asks, “No?”
“No.”
“And yet here you are.” He gestures to the dingy bar.
You scoff out a humorless laugh, “Not by choice.”
Eddie grins, shifting on the barstool to let his legs hang more open. You look— just for a second. The thickness of his thighs, the way they strain against his jeans. Stupid. You snap your gaze away before he can notice.
Eddie snags your drink without asking. “You looked like you were enjoying yourself.” He says, briefly sniffing the drink before deciding it’ll do. His lips press right over the stain of your lipstick. You know he notices.
Your stomach tenses, but your expression never falters from neutral as you watch him toss the drink back. He drags his pink tongue between his lips, savoring the taste.
The sight is infuriating.
“Take drugs before your little show?” You ask, voice dry.
Eddie hums, snapping his tongue at the taste of your drink before pointing a finger at you matter-of-factly, “I did, actually.”
You condescendingly coo, “Must explain your hallucinations then.”
Eddie chuckles, slow and lazy, as if he expected that response. He shifts on the barstool, taking his time to think, swirling his finger around the rim of the glass a few times before tilting his head toward you, “No one’s gonna, like, lose it if you say you liked the show, you know?” He points out.
Your jaw tightens.
“I mean,” he continues, “given the few precious hours I’ve gotten to know you,” he places a faux-heartfelt hand over his chest, leaning in like he’s making some grand confession, “I don’t think you’d waste a second being somewhere you don’t want to be.”
You grimace at his theatrical performance. But the worst part?
He’s not wrong.
You hate wasting your time, and you don’t put yourself in situations you can’t stand. But did you really have a choice tonight? Not when Steve’s mom is at home, probably working out a million ways to make your life a living hell by forcing you to spend time with her perfect son.
You shrug, playing it off, “Again, not by choice.”
Eddie hums, clicking his tongue as he shakes his head, “Everyone has a choice, princess.” He lulls, slowly letting a lopsided grin split across his lips when he looks at you.
The heat that pricks at the base of your neck is aggravating. Not from embarrassment— from irritation. Or at least that’s what you tell yourself. And you thank god the lights in here are dim because, god forbid, Eddie sees any physical evidence of his effect on you.
He’d probably misconstrue it and think you liked him.
You ignore him, “Don’t call me that.”
Eddie hums, tilting his head like he didn’t hear you, “What? Princess?”
“Yes.”
He purses his lips briefly, considering, before grinning again, “Would you rather be called Barbie— because those are my top names for you, doll.” He offers.
Your stomach churns at the thought.
You visibly cringe then, looking at him as you make a sound of disgust, “Neither.”
Eddie gives shrugs, “Why not? It fits you.”
You roll your eyes, unable to keep the annoyed look off your face, “Because it’s annoying.”
“So are you.”
You freeze.
Your eyes snap to him, glaring and hot. He’s smirking around the rim of your glass before tipping back the rest of the drink like it’s his.
“Excuse me?” You bite out.
Eddie puts the empty glass down and slides off the barstool with a deep sigh, swinging it back over to the table he’d stolen it from before throwing a wink your way, “Thanks for coming to the show, princess.”
And as he walks away, leaving you steaming, you realize—
This is going to be your entire summer.
The first weeks of summer are miserable.
A thick and relentless heatwave has settled over Hawkins, turning every breath into a chore. It clings to you, wrapping around your bones from the second you wake up to the moment you rest your head on your pillow again. It makes every movement exhausting.
You spend most of your days sitting in front of a fan, dreaming about California— the cool ocean breeze, the lack of mosquitoes, the ability to breathe without suffocating.
When the sun begins to dip behind the trees, you escape to the backyard, wasting hours by the pool, dangling your legs in the water, relaxing in the few hours of cool air the evening brings you
At night, you run up the phone bill, flipping onto your back and spending hours talking to friends from school, twirling the cord around your fingers, your friend's voices drifting through the static. You talk about everything— who’s dating who, what parties you’re missing, how much you want to be anywhere but here.
Inevitably and routinely, Steve ruins it.
He always does.
“Shut up!” He yells from the intercepted line, “Some of us actually want to sleep!”
You roll your eyes, pressing the phone harder against your ear. You don’t shut up, and you don’t ever plan on it.
Steve isn’t the only problem this summer, though.
No— he’s not even the worst one.
Because for the first time in the history of knowing Steve, he is not the leading cause of your headaches.
That honor belongs to Eddie Munson.
Eddie is obnoxiously, disgustingly everywhere.
And you don’t know why.
You’re not sure what path of destruction Steve has chosen, but suddenly, Eddie is constantly in your house.
It’s like some rotting, stoner apocalypse has overtaken the upstairs— video games blaring, pantry raids, the distinct smell of weed they air out through Steve’s window— it’s twenty-four seven.
And no matter what you do or where you go, Eddie makes sure you know he’s there.
— As you walk past Steve’s room:
“Bring up a soda when you come back, princess!”
“No!”
“Worth a shot.”
— Late at night, when you’re sneakily digging through your stepmother’s stash of chocolate:
“Don’t you get tired of having to match all of your pajamas? I’ve never seen you in regular shorts and t-shirts.”
“Don’t you get tired of wearing that ratty old t-shirt every day?”
Eddie grins, “You noticed. Cute.”
— Or in the backseat of Chase’s car as he drives you to a friend's house:
“You look good today, special occasion?”
“Stop trying to hit on me. Steve, tell your friend to stop hitting on me.”
Steve rolls his eyes as Eddie responds, “I think you like it.”
“It kills me inside a little, honestly.”
“God, that’s so hot.”
“Gross.”
It’s constant.
It’s guaranteed at this rate that if Eddie is in the vicinity, he’ll find a way to get on your nerves. And the most annoying part of it all is you feel something. There in the pit of your stomach, or sometimes your chest.
You think it might be early onset asthma from the amount of secondhand smoke you’ve had to endure around him.
That being said, since you’ve spent the past few weeks growing used to Eddie’s constant presence, you can’t help but notice how he has yet to bother you at the bonfire Steve has dragged you to— another courtesy of his darling mother.
You hadn’t seen much of Eddie all night, only at the start of the evening when he had first arrived. And with Eddie and Steve being your only ‘friends’ here and the former having gone missing, you’re kind of pissed when Steve says he’s going off to be with some girl for the night.
“Why can’t you drop me off at home now?” You frown as you storm after your stepbrother. Steve groans, “Because it’s a total boner killer— oh, sorry, I just have to drop off my sister at home real quick,” he mockingly says before cringing, “Are you kidding me? No.” He scoffs.
You’re the one to groan now, stomping after him as he weaves through the cars parked on the hill in front of the lake— “You can’t just leave me here, Steve!” You stress as Steve makes it to his car, which is already occupied by a girl in the passenger seat as she waits for him.
Steve glances at you, “Would you relax? I’m not leaving you stranded; I’ll be gone for an hour— maybe two.” He rolls his eyes when you dramatically groan. “Look, just talk to someone to pass the time. And if you really want to leave, find Eddie.” He shrugs before opening his door.
“I haven’t even seen him all night.” You point out, to which Steve just shrugs again before pointing over your shoulder, “Couldn’t have gone far if his van is still here.”
And sure enough, when you glance over your shoulder, Eddie’s van is parked just a few cars down. You turn back to plead for Steve to take you home but are disappointed to see him already in his car, waving a taunting hand in farewell as he backs out.
Then you’re stranded. You’re stuck, all by yourself, at a bonfire you could care less about with people you don’t even know.
And you miss home more than you can afford to admit.
You find yourself walking towards Eddie’s van, leaves crunching beneath your feet as you grumble your way to the front of the car. Given the height of the vehicle, it's hard, but you manage to climb your way up onto the van's hood, cool metal pressing against your thighs as you settle on it.
You’re hardly paying attention when Eddie walks up, too busy plotting ways to escape back to your home when he clears his throat. You look up, catching his gaze as he walks up to the front of the van, tilting his head in question as he looks at you perched upon his car.
“Didn’t know you’re so eager to see me, doll.” He smirks.
You roll your eyes, glancing away at the distant flicker of fire, “Don’t flatter yourself; Steve left me stranded here, so I need a ride home.” You grumble at the last part, glaring at home when he hums.
Eddie grins, walking closer until he can turn and rest against the car's grille, “Left you with good company then.” He teases as he digs out a cigarette from his pocket.
You roll your eyes, ignoring the heat of his body seeping into the skin of your leg. “I’d beg to differ.”
He snickers, pearly teeth peeking out behind his smirk grin as he sticks the cigarette between his lips. You watch him light the end of the stick, thin trails of smoke leaving the side of his mouth before he pulls in one quick drag.
He exhales, a cloud of smoke wrapping around you both as he glances at you, shifting with a deep sigh before he speaks, “So,” he starts, “What’s it like? The whole college thing.”
You think for a moment, glancing at the bonfire some yards away before you shrug, kicking your heel again, “Fast. Loud. Always something going on.” You briefly reply.
Eddie hums as he takes another drag, “Sounds awful.”
You huff a small laugh, “Yeah, you’d hate it.” You agree— which is true. Most days, you hate it, too.
You nudge him with your foot, suppressing a grin when he nudges you back as you ask, “What about you?”
Eddie snorts, “M’not in college, princess.”
You roll your eyes, “I know that,” you dismiss, “I meant, like… Do you ever plan on leaving this place?”
Eddie hesitates momentarily, distracting himself with his cigarette before he shrugs, “Nah.”
You suspect he’s lying, but he doesn’t give you a chance to pry before he speaks up, “You ever smoked before?”
Your lips curl in disgust, “No. Gross habit.” You grumble.
Eddie glances at you, raising an eyebrow as he takes a drag. “Don’t knock it ‘til you try it,” he says, plucking the cigarette from his lips and raising it to you. “Go ahead, princess. Let’s see what you’re made of, " he challenges.
Your face twists in disgust as you glare at the burning paper between his fingers, “No thanks.”
Eddie hums, tilting his head tauntingly, “Scared?” He teases.
“No.” You snap.
He wiggles the cigarette at you, “Then take a hit.” He says with a teasing lilt to his voice.
You glare down at him, eyes slightly narrowed— and it’s so stupid. You know Eddie is only doing this as some silly way of provoking you. You know he wants you to do the predictable thing, which is snap back with some witty remark, but as you look at the curly-haired boy smirking up at you with that dark glint in his eye, you know there’s only one thing you have to do.
You take the cigarette.
“Fine.” You grumble.
Eddie raises a brow as he turns to face you. He now stands before you, watching you turn the burning paper between your fingers. “Pointers?” You ask.
Eddie’s lips twitch in a smirk, boots crunching against the leaves as he steps closer, the chain on his pants brushing against your ankle. “Don’t cough and embarrass yourself.” He teases, to which you roll your eyes, “Helpful.” You mutter.
He grins as he cages you in, one palm pressed to the hood of the car as the other gestures to the unlit end of the cigarette, “Lips here and just inhale slow; don’t overthink it.”
You nod, gazing at the cigarette before you shrug and bring it to your lips with not much of a mental preparation— because how hard can it be to smoke a cigarette? Apparently, it’s hard— because one moment you’re breathing just fine, and the next you’re coughing up a lung on Eddie Munson’s car hood.
You cringe, coughing violently as your eyes well up with tears. “Shit—” you hold up the cigarette with a grimace, “People actually like this stuff?” You question with a groggy voice, coughs still sputtering up from your chest. Eddie laughs, a real, guttural laugh, as he takes his gift from you, “Good, right?” He asks.
You shake your head, eyes wild, as you look at him. “No! Not at all, " you stress. I won’t be trying that again.” You shake your head, watching as he takes a drag, lips pulled into a smirk as he looks at you.
He blows the smoke off to the side, still gazing up at you as he jokes, “You’re already halfway to a badass reputation, princess.”
You roll your eyes, pressing your palms onto the car hood as you slightly lean forward, your body slowly relaxing after having nearly lost a lung. “Right, because sharing a cigarette with a guy like you in the middle of a shitty bonfire is exactly how I pictured my future as a child.”
Eddie rolls his tongue behind his cheek for a moment, his lips twitching with something like a lazy smile before he asks, “A guy like me?”
You hum in confirmation, and he slightly narrows his eyes. “What does that look like?” He asks.
Your eyes dance, something charged dancing between you both that you, upon weak judgment, decide to ignore.
“Reckless. Irresponsible. Cocky.” You list off.
Eddie hums, feigning understanding, “Bad company for a girl like you, I assume?” He prods.
And you don’t have to ask what he thinks you are before you nod, “Absolutely.”
It falls silent momentarily, that charged sensation thickening between you both. And maybe you hadn’t been aware of it; perhaps you had been so wrapped up in the conversation, but you’re not exactly sure when Eddie’s hands had gotten so close to yours.
You can feel his warmth; right there, just inches away for you to grasp and sink your palms into. His calloused fingertips are ghostly sensations against your soft knuckles, daring you to inch forward and just touch him. The space between your fingers buzzes, like a current threatening to connect.
You could do it.
You kind of want to do it.
It would take nothing to close the distance.
And Eddie? He’s waiting.
His brown eyes— dark and rich like the earth you walk on— flicker downwards and take in the sight of the space between your hands.
And you know Eddie.
You’ve been around Eddie enough to know that he likes touch; Eddie communicates through it like his words won’t do his warmth justice. So, when his gaze flickers back to you, and there’s that look swimming in his gaze, you know what he wants to do.
You know he wants to let his touch speak for itself.
And you nearly let your desires win.
But in the distance, a bottle crashes, and an eruption of cheers lifts, and you’re back in your body.
Your spine stiffens. Your throat tightens. Your stomach churns. And your fingers curl away from him.
You pull away— not abruptly, but just enough that the moment feels as if it’s lingering like the smoke that had left Eddie’s lungs minutes ago.
You blink, pulling in the crisp summer air as you sit up, putting space where there was none.
“So, can you drive me home or not?”
Eddie blinks, the moment fractured between you— and you think he might speak on it.
But he says nothing.
Disappointment swirls in his eyes, barely showing before it’s gone. You take in a breath, glancing away as he pulls back and clears his throat, dusting his thumb across his nose in nervous habit as he nods, “Uh,” he blinks, flicking the cigarette to the ground and crushing it beneath his boot.
You hate the feeling that stirs in your chest, and you hate that you want to fix it. But Eddie nods anyway, fishing his keys from his pocket and forcing a half-hearted smile.
a/n: HIII if you’ve made it this far i hope you enjoyed the first part to this little 5 part series !! i’ve got a packed summer planned for these two so i hope you’ll stick along for the ride :) as always, thank you for reading, ily and appreciate any and all forms of feedback <3
BRUCE WAYNE didn’t think of himself as a jealous man. jealousy was irrational, unproductive—a crack in control, and control was the very foundation of who he was.
“h-aah—bruce,” you arched beneath him, hands scrambled for purchase, one curling into the damp hair at the nape of his neck while the other clutched at his shoulder. his thoughts churned even as his body stayed attuned to yours. “bruce,” you whimpered again, half a plea, half surrender.
bruce’s mind stuttered, unbidden thoughts clawing their way back. that investor at the gala—what was his last name? langley? no, it was something else. didn’t matter. bruce could recall the man’s face with infuriating clarity.
but what burned brightest was the handshake: his hand lingering in yours just a beat too long, bordering on intimate. the subtle breach of etiquette set bruce on edge. then the man leaned in, voice dipping low as he murmured something meant only for you, the words drowned out by the clinking of champagne glasses and soft murmur of the crowd. your laugh had followed—light, polite, the same one you’d offered to so many others that evening. you’d likely forgotten the exchange entirely. just you being you—sweet, approachable. but the rasp of the man’s smoker’s laugh lingered in bruce’s memory, coarse and unwelcome, grating against his nerves like sandpaper.
muscles drawn taut, his hips moved on their own accord, driven by a dangerous mélange of frustration and lust. the next thrust was rougher than intended, forceful in a way that bordered on needy, and it stole a sharp gasp from your lips. you arched against him, body yielding with desperate eagerness that sent a shiver of triumph through him.
“nnngh–hah-”
could he make you sound like this? bruce wondered, his jaw tightening as his mind darkened. could he make you dig your nails into his back like this, leave those fleeting little crescent-shaped reminders?
his pace slowed, the haze of primal lust lifting as rationality began to reclaim its hold. his forehead pressed against yours, eyes shutting briefly before reopening. bruce tilted his head slightly, seeking your gaze. your pupils were blown wide, kiss-bitten lips swollen and parted, breasts heaving with every laboured breath. you didn’t seem to mind the newfound edge in him; if anything, it appeared that you enjoyed it.
could he make you shiver like this? could he have you matching his every thrust, cumming so many times but still craving more, your body pliant yet demanding?
“f-fuck,” he ground out, his sweat-damp forehead falling against your shoulder as he drove himself closer, deeper. until bursts of white danced at the edges of your vision, every nerve-end alight.
could he-
drunkenly, you reached for him, fingers weaving into the hair at the nape of his neck and tugging just enough to coax a guttural groan from his throat. that simple action unraveled his jealousy, scattering it like ash on the wind. his mind snapped the answer into place with startling finality.
no, bruce decided. he couldn’t.
your head tilted back to fall on the pillow as he dipped his head, warm lips found the edge of your jaw, trailing up as he sought the delicate curve of your ear. you felt his teeth grazed your earlobe—a soft, teasing nibble. a sound escaped you, high and needy, and it must’ve sparked something in bruce because another thrust that made your toes curl in welcome to the glorious stretch of his cock.
eyelids fluttering open, you glanced up at bruce, the faint glow of the room casting shadows across the sharp angles of his face. his brows furrowed in concentration, hair curling damply against his temple, and above you, he looked godly—untouchable, yet entirely yours. you barely had time to drink in the sight of your lover before he tilted your chin toward him, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss that stole your breath and any lingering coherent thought. there was a brief clash of teeth before it softened into the warm yet insistent press of his lips, the demanding slide of his tongue as though he had something to prove—not to you, but to himself.
he reared back before snapping his hips forward again, earning another stretched moan from your lips as you felt him nudge against your cervix. once more, his name slipped from your mouth in the form of a broken whine when he broke the kiss, dark gaze smouldering as he studied your face—drinking in every detail like a man starved, and the corner of his mouth twitched with a satisfied smirk.
you clenched around him, felt that pulsating warmth through the thin veil of slick and sweat. it wouldn’t take long for you to fall apart once again, not with the multiple orgasms he had bestowed upon you earlier and the frantic pace he was moving now. bruce drove into you one last time with a strained grunt, sheathing himself to the hilt.
you couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment your climax began or where his met yours—all you knew was the overwhelming surge that overtook you both, cresting like a tidal wave. your vision blurred, edges dissolving into brilliant white, and a broken cry slipped from your lips as your body trembled uncontrollably. your fingers clenched, digging into his shoulders, while your muscles turned molten, leaving you boneless and weightless, as if you were melting into him. the low, guttural sound he let out against your neck sent another shiver through you, tethering you to the shared euphoria that left nothing untouched.
the vice-like grip on your hips slackened, and you could feel his cock continuing to twitch and spasm as he thrust lazily inside you, grinding his cum as deep as it could go.
he should’ve felt satisfied, but instead, there was something else—a knot still twisting low in his chest. his jealousy had burned out, but in its place was something else, that made his heart ache.
“did i hurt you?”
“no. you were…” you paused, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his forearm. “perfect.”
a faint exhale left him, the tension in his shoulders easing ever so slightly. bruce pressed his lips to your forehead, lingering there for a moment longer than he usually did.
could anyone else make you look like that?
he didn’t have to ask himself. he already knew the answer.
“Wait for the person who pursues you. The one who will make an ordinary moment seem magical. The kind of person who brings out the best in you and makes you want to be a better person.”
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