Except it’s hate sex in that they’re super into each other, like crazy in love and they hate that so they fuck it out on the regular. Pretend it doesn’t mean anything even after they’re sweaty, sated and plastered to one another on his shitty mattress and his fingers are stroking over her skin, nose nudging her sweat soaked bangs out of the way so he can press his lips to her forehead or when he’s kissing her wet shoulder after they’ve just gone at it in the locked showers at the pool, helping her get back into her swimsuit since she can barely stand on her shaky legs. Anytime they have a snarky interaction in public—guaranteed to be fucking afterwards. True enemies to lovers.
Eddie also goes to the pool during its open season to rile her up with both antagonistic comments, and his lack of a shirt. Knows how much of a sucker she is for his tatties, can still feel her tongue tracing over them—even when she’s posted on the lifeguard chair. And god—does her swimsuit fuck with him. He tries to stop by to mess with her (and mess around with her) a couple of times a week, but he can only see her in that red swimsuit so many times and not fuck her in public. He is only a man.
And billy—oh Billy’s a fucking problem. Eddie has never wanted someone dead that badly before because he knows Hargrove has no real interest in Heather, she’s pleasant to him (as she is to anyone who isn’t Eddie) but he doesn’t really talk to her. Unless Eddie’s around. Eddie knows he’s trying to provoke him, trying to get Eddie to punch his fucking face right into his skull for looking at his girl, who’s not his girl. That’s when Eddie has to whisk her away for a quickie that’s so rough, Heather will still feel him inside of her the following day. She’s always a little off of her game afterwards, still dazed and cum dumb, so Curtis might be under the water for a sec when he gets that cramp after over exhorting himself from dunking people into the pool since Heather had been too busy thinking about the way Eddie pressed her into the outside wall of the community pool building—on the side hidden by trees and rarely ever passed by if the overgrown grass was any sign—and held up as Eddie fucked into her with hard thrusts that sent her sunglasses flying off her head, ruined her high side pony, and had her crying out in pleasure while salivating against Eddie’s palm to keep them from being discovered. When she snaps out of her daze, she’s jumping in to save Curtis (he’s always fine, gets yelled at by Heather for dunking people’s heads in the first place and sometimes he pretends to drown just so he can get her attention).
Heather hates and loves it when he makes an appearance at the pool. Loves that he gets to see her showing some skin—she’s grown out of being insecure, something about wearing the lifeguard bathing suit and the fact that she’s an authoritative figure at the pool fills her with confidence, Heather also knows Eddie likes what he sees whenever he looks at her, and it makes him mad because she’s got such a smart ass mouth on her, and she loves how that makes her feel─hates that she has to watch the few girls brave enough to approach him in public, hates seeing him flirt with them because he knows she’s watching from behind her sunglasses. He’s trying to make her jealous and she HATES that it works.
My gorls hit me with some good headcanons too, Heather teaching a water aerobics class for the elderly and Eddie signing up because he’s the devil in her life (he wants to be around her). Eddie intentionally tries to annoy her, keep that back-and-forth banter they’ve been doing their entire high school careers going to ensure she knows summer break is for a break in school and not a break with him. It works, Heather’s annoyed but the elderly can see things neither wants to acknowledge. It took a while for some of the older ladies to get used to him, always making comments about his metal like appearance—but when he’s a sweetheart to them, helping them out of the pool, he’s got all the golden girls ready to go up to bat for him—or rather, ready to help him get the girl (the gorls have also decided our golden girls try to hit on Wayne through Eddie and some even try to flirt with Eddie themselves lol). But now whenever Heather is going around to make sure they’re all doing good forms, they’re chatting her up about how sweet Eddie is, how much of a catch he’d be and Heather, dear, you wouldn’t happen to be seeing anyone would you?
I see Heather as trying her hardest to be taken seriously, to keep that feeling she got a taste of during her first summer as a lifeguard, so she pursues class politics and campaigns for class dances and their attached monarchy (she will be prom queen one day, mark her words) and we all have an inkling to what Eddie does in response to everything she does. He’s the fire to her water. They shouldn’t get along and that’s ingrained in them, so they don’t know how to handle it when all of their moments together prove that while they may be opposites, they compliment each other in ways they cold never have imagined.
(Eddie always votes for her in anything and everything she does, has the Hellfire club do it too, This shit bites but if we gotta do it, might as well get Holloway up there so she can publicly choke during her speech—would pay BIG bucks to see her run off that stage, he lingers in the back of the crowds, small smirk on his face when she effortlessly makes her way through public speaking—because she’s good at it even if he knows she’s shaking in her shoes and rehearsed a billion times before. He’s proud.)
I can literally go on and on. You know what Hellguard does to me!
“ doesn’t that sound great? wouldn’t you like to be haunted by me? ” // @headdie
a groan is quick to leave steve and he pauses for a moment before turning quickly on his heels, shining the flashlight directly in eddie’s face. they’re close, so he kinda ends up bumping into him and having to shove him back a little.
“d’you ever just-- zip it?” he says it, in spite of the fact steve knows he’s gotten used to it-- in fact, even finds comfort in eddie’s non-stop ramblings. the need to perform, fill the silence? yeah, kinda relatable in fact. but still, he’s already tense. “this is serious, eds. there could be some fucked up shit down here without you tryna creep the crap outta me. what’s next? sheet over your head and--” he’s cut off by a noise clattering in the distance and steve shoots around, free hand moving to the gun at his belt before he casts a glance back toward eddie again.
“stay close. and quiet.” another pause, before he dares for a smile. “but yeah. if i had to be haunted by anyone...”
haha oops! eddie accidentally puts his cowboy hat on matts head! silly him! - @headdie
here's the thing about matt: he may be twenty different kinds of introverted (true) and he may not get out much (very true) but that doesn't mean he's stupid. no, far from it -- because he listens to enough talk from others, follows enough of the trends to know certain things to be true about the culture.
he knows that cute boys are cute boys, and if you don't watch yourself around them you might get hurt -- maybe in a good way, maybe in a bad. maybe you bite off more than you can chew and all of a sudden you're six feet deep in a hole you didn't even realize you dug.
eddie, though. eddie snuck up on matt. both literally and emotionally -- because matt was wholly unprepared for this shit. their lives had slid together in a way that matt wasn't really thinking would ever happen again after everything he'd been through. but here they were.
he knew eddie was in the room with him, but when the cowboy hat settles down over his skull, he's momentarily stunned by the way the brim of it settles down over his eyes, obscuring his vision in shadow. when he's able to right it to sit properly on his head, he's looking over at eddie through lidded eyes.
"so i know you're not stupid," he hums, and maybe he's been spending too much time around eddie, because there's that little edge of a southern accent. just a smidge. "if you wanted me to ride you, you could'a just asked sooner."
How would Eddie and Heather pass from the enemies part to the lovers part?
One of them (Eddie bc i imagine Heather is STUBBORN) clocks what they are for what it is, and stops fighting it.
Can’t do anything about the other half still fighting her feelings, but he’s done running. She’s got pretty vulnerable eyes, can drop the bitch act (okay maybe it’s not much of an act but it’s a DEFENSE MECHANISM) to be a truly comforting shoulder to anyone because she’s so empathetic, she’s funny even though she’s got a big loud, smart mouth and he knows under all that pretty hair of hers, is a girl who’s just as insecure as everyone else. and he wants to hold her hand and put his tongue in her mouth.
i’d imagine he’d first try to wait for little miss know it all to hurry tf up and admit she cares for him, since she’d probably deny, deny, deny if he pestered her—which he does because if he actually patiently waited for her to come to her senses, he’d be waiting forever. girl is queen of self sabotage. they would definitely come with a heated confession on Eddie’s part, and it might take her a day or a couple to stop running away after that but she would. she’d stop running too. and get it in her head that her declaration also has to be a big moment (it doesn’t but eddie teases her about it because his heart is fluttering and shit) and then they’re the annoying couple who argue all the time, but they also don’t argue all the time (they’re getting used to letting themselves be publicly all soft for each other), clearly can’t live without each other and would fight people for each other.
This may sound like a weird question but please, bear with me.
What would Eddie think of Heather's boobs?
initially, he doesn’t pay them, or her, too much attention like that. too busy genuinely wanting to get on her nerves. and then, one day, he looks and he notices and he is very appreciative and he can’t stop. can’t go back to thinking about her like he did before.
so he hates them because he doesn’t hate them AT ALL, and his appreciation of them is a sign of his impending doom, aka he’s sure he’s attracted to her.
enemiestolovers, enemiestolovers, enemiestolovers i dont know i just feel like they’d be really good enemies to lovers, little miss bossy know it all and the burnout
I'm in some kind of brainrot rn thanks to starting to play the Hades game and now all I can think about is Heather and Eddie both being Greek Myth Girlies and composing the Orpheus-Eurydice song(s) and singing the duet as professional artists. Like hard pop (for lack of a better term) singer Heather and lead guitar/singer metal guy Eddie singing this shit together in an MV/at a liveshow/On MTV bc plot twist they've known each other their whole lives and are also dating.
They're all the same song but 2 solos and the duet time stamps:
