summary: sleepy summer afternoon at the trailer park, ice cream debates, and sloppy kisses with Eddie ♡
warnings: 1k words, fluff, curse words, established relationship, play fighting, teasing, just a short cozy summer drabble
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The heated rejoicing colors of purple, blue and coral red, light brightly the dozy sunday skies of Forest Hills Trailer park. The flushed summer sunset rises the glossy evening, which is only around two hours away until the moon begins its hike within the stars.
The four p.m. afternoon has a certain magical aura to it. The one when simpleness turns into mere worthy admiration. The start of summer at Hawkins usually has that effect.
Right in front of the limit that crosses the division between the quiet forest and the trailer park, lies a kiddy pool that’s being more than enjoyed by children whose voices reflect the excitement of the simpleness that water gives at any age.
A racing water slip slide is set right across Eddie’s trailer too. A hose sends the right amount of water and soap ratio for it to be slippery enough for the nine year olds who play some sort of made up secret coded game that only they understand. The watermist kisses the tip of your nose from time to time.
The thought of summer accompanied by fudgy banana splits, water, the smoky whiff of a deliciously glazed barbecue aroma coming from nearby, forest tree leaves transporting the warm heat, and the essence of freshly mowed lawn that vaporizes the smell of wet dirt and grass, never fails to spike a shot of serotonin.
And within the immortalized echo of the melody produced by the bustle from the neighbors, wind chimes, the evening honey whiff, water splashes and cicadas, your laughter fades into that chorus among Eddie’s voice.
Because although outside on his porch the heat is still unbearable, skin being sticky under your two piece playsuit, and every texture feeling fuzzy and icky, that doesn’t even come close to ruining spending time with him.
The smell of your coconut scented sunscreen feels like summer itself. Even more when you had applied it, –or more like bathed— Eddie’s reluctant scrunched face in it as well.
And how couldn’t you? after the awful experience of his almost burnt to shrimp-skin the other day at the pool. But as impossible as it seems, even with gooey sunscreen that draws a line from his cheeks and down his nose, he looks radiant, sitting just a few inches away from you.
With hair pulled back and a low pony from which some reluctant little hairs fall, he smiles. It’s hard not to think about how enchantingly adorable he is with that hairstyle. As adorable as you’d love to squish his little face and make him turn love sick out of kisses.
His torso is covered by a very thin black fabric shirt. Your bare leg brushes from time to time with his knee. And you can swear that his warmth adds even more heat to the afternoon. A certain type of heat that you probably don’t mind feeling.
He himself is in awe at the beautifully deified sight of your cheeks, plum red and glossy, at the way your legs sit crossed in front of his and move sporadically, how your shoulders shine and bathe golden under the toasty sun. And he can’t help but adore the way your eyebrows furrow, concentrating on the deck of twenty plus cards that you hold right below your face.
“You’ve had the worst luck today” He mocks. The cheshire cat-like grin teasing ever more when you’re taking your sweet time to pick a card.
“I can’t let you win again.” You pout, arms falling down as if you were mid-surrender. “It means you’d win over my Candy Center Crunch!” He chuckles boyishly, and you react with a mixture between an eye roll and a grin when you understand the reason why. “You’re being dirty”
“Funny Feet would be better though” The sight of his spread abdomen, glimmering with water and sweat when he leans back being supported by his hands is surely divine.
“Eddie! God, that sounds even worse” He can’t help but smile stupidly at the sight of your nose scrunch. “Do I honestly have to not just bear with you stealing my ice cream but also underestimating it for a Funny Feet popsicle?”
“Uh tut-tut, not stealing, winning, snippy” He reprimands playfully.
“Who even likes funny feet? I’d only let you undermine center crunch over a snoopy ice pop or choco taco”
“What?” And he sounds crushed. Like if you had said the most insultingly revolting thing ever. “The snoopy ice pop sucks, babe” He states mid chuckle. “It’s just fake marshmallow. Fuck, it’s not even an ice pop”
“It is an ice pop!”
“If there’s no fruit or water is not an ice pop” He states.“you only like it because it’s a dog” You shrug, playfully ticked.
“It’s not any dog, Eddie, it’s Snoopy” He pinches the doughy soft flesh of your thigh gently after the correction.
“Either way, I won”
By laying his last remaining card on the main deck, his victory is endured. Cheerful hands shake your shoulders back and forth in a celebratory motion until the palms also drum your legs gently.
And you still can't believe that he is walking over to the kitchen and taking your beloved crunchy ice cream out of the fridge, much less how he is mocking you by showing it and smiling like a child from where he stands.
“Fuck, this is so good”
Your eye almost twitches when he plops on the couch, and it doesn’t take more than a few seconds for you to follow and sit beside him. The coldness of the tin-like material is dripping water.
You’re staring deeply.
With the corner of his eye and a smile evoked from the edge of his lips, he looks at you in amusement while fidgeting with the crinkly bag. As if seeing you like this was the funniest thing he’d ever experienced.
And in the back of his mind, when the ice cream is already out of the wrapper, he actually feels bad by just the sight of the way your eyes reflect those of a puppy imploring for food.
“Here” He hands it over, although you don’t take it yet. “You can see it”
“Stop it!” His burlesque snort that mocks your plea turns into a gasp when you push his own hand when he leans for a bite.
The taste of revenge is sweet. Quite literally.
The expression on your face changes to a splendid smile, observing his vainilla covered cheek and reminiscing the way it landed there because of you.
“Give me a bite” You pout. mouth watering at the sight of his lips and teeth sinking into it
He nods. Unbothered by the cream that drips from his face. You wish you could seem more stern, but when he’s leaning near your face making a growling lion sound ready to bite into your cheek, It’s absurdly impossible to not break down to giggles.
“You know what I mean, Eds”
“No! you bet on this, you little cheater. Plus, look at what you just did” His finger points at his distressed cheek, as if you hadn’t noticed yet.
“I can fix that”
Your hand presses onto his thigh while scooting over. The tip of your tongue licks expertly the trace of the sweet chocolate iridescence that drips from his lip, right where the vainilla drop slides. His skin is soft against your tongue.
From the proximity he can feel the scent of your perfume, the reminiscences of wildflower shampoo mixed in with sunscreen, pool chlorine and your own aroma. It’s a bewilderment that makes him shiver even inside of the heat box that his trailer is.
And when your face leans a little closer, his own gesture drops once you’re swiftly biting into the ice cream very slightly. A cold bit of the peanut covered chocolate crust falls to his leg, instantly melting over his warmth.
“Stop it” He laughs. “Thief” But it’s pointless to make a fuss out of it when he has already surrendered.
“Whoops, sorry” You say, the tip of your tongue licking the trace of the chocolate on his leg. And shortly after, the trace that melts down his fingers and knuckles.
“You can’t do that” You raise your eyebrows innocently. “This! with the cute little face and big eyes.”
“Why not? Always seems to work” The silence of the stare is gratifying, and when he grins it feels like he’s trying to say ‘it really fucking does’.
“You know? It’s real sad you stole from me, cause’ I had something else for ya’”
With a covered face behind rebel brown locks of hair that escaped the pony, he looks over his shoulder and seems to stretch to grab something. Sparks rise when he’s pulling out a beautiful snoopy ice pop that crinkles like the sound of heavenly chants.
“You got it for me?” When your smile turns into a dazzling glare, and your eyes shoot flickering stars, he yearns for the magnificent instant to last a little longer.
“Of course I did, I said I despise the snoopy fake ice pop, or ice cream or whatever, but shit, how I love that smile of yours when you see it.”
Moved by burning excitement, your hand moves to grab it, but when he pulls it away, your face naturally lands near his. So taking advantage of the situation, the skin of your cheek purposely but flawlessly rests on his jaw.
“Not so fast. What am I getting in return?” The magical sound of his question ardently stirs the butterflies on your lower belly.
“A bite out of it?”
When his mouth puckers expectantly, the sweetness of your kiss mends the itch of his expecting lips. The chocolate taste that lingers on him is heavenly, dipped proudly, praising the feeling. Your mouth is cold from the ice cream. His is colder.
It’s gooey, and messy, and sticky. And that’s what makes it so special.
When you pull away, a love sick smile welcomes you back from the celestial trip. And with nothing more to say other than thinking ‘well deserved’, he hands over the ice pop.
“Thank you, Teddie” You coo, pulling the bag away to reveal snoopy’s cheeky smile.
He might adore the proximity of the defining moment once you sit on his lap more than anything else. The dear moment pains and soothes his heart in the most beautiful ways.
“You’re welcome, ice pop” His giggles come out like a mewl.
From honey sunbathed shoulders, Eddie pulls you in closer to his chest. Serenity steps into the moment when his jawline bobs with each bite lolling you towards tranquility, when his arms hug you close, when his proximity is intimately tender. And although you’re both sticky and sweaty, it couldn’t be more insignificant right about now.
The sun is finally fading. And the sky prepares to welcome the night, which you hope comes with faith of a cooler breeze. through the open front door and blowing curtains, you admire with heavy eyelids the way the golden evening glimmers his skin.
And when the warmth of his embrace makes you dizzy, the taste of vanilla takes a trip down your taste buds, and laughter and the conversations from not so far away make your heart swole, you think there’s nowhere in this world you’d aspire more to be, than here.
Because when summer makes it’s glorious entrance, it means afternoons being spent just like this in Eddie’s company. Which always makes it all better.
Even better than Snoopy Ice creams, Crunch Center, and Choco Tacos all merged into one.
hi! could you do an eddie fic (tbh kinda a fix it fic) where he helps you calm down after waking up out of nightmare that was basically the death scene? & its just pure comfort, fluff, & pet names bc he didn’t actually die
Hey lovely thank you for your request, you can find it here ♡!
summary: You witness through a nightmare the feeling of Eddie dying in your arms, but luckily for you, he knows exactly the perfect way to bring you some comfort.
warnings: blurb, mentions of death and blood, spoilers, crying(?), fear, just Eddie being a fluffy comforting sweetheart and playing his guitar until you fall asleep as a bonus! <3
requested!
You wake up in the middle of the night, encouraged by the well known aching sensation of fear and agony that runs down your spine. The frenetic jump that bolts you upwards, wakes you up completely.
Your body twists and turns and pats over the bed across the softness of the mattress. The only reason being, is to look for Eddie’s warmth below the blankets that encapsulate the heat of his room.
What you can find after the search is nothing but the already cold spot where he used to lay on the last time you saw him.
The night is accompanied by the sound of the Munsons' neighbor dog barking somewhere nearby. By the melody that the trailer's tin rooftop makes with swift movements against the cold midnight breeze. And under the unbearable silence, your heartbeat pumps so harshly you can almost hear it too through your ears and most certainly feel it in your bones.
Being supported by the barely opened creek of the door that reflects some hallway light in, your eyes travel across the dark cozy room.
Half still dozed off, you hope to find him there, until worry comes with when you don’t. Once more, there’s the horrifyingly painful feeling that you’ve lost him.
“Eddie?” You mutter.The back of your hand that's close to your knuckles rubs your eyelids gently when you try to adjust them to the absence of light.
You move away from under the warm bed sheets and try to simulate the feeling by throwing on a zip up jacket that lingers to Eddie’s scent.
Blurry memories of the nightmare come back. And it’s hurtful to remember. Almost as if it’s so powerful, it creates a pit deep down your loins.
Demonic looking bats—thousands of them in fact–, with sharp pointy teeth, surrounding Eddie on a cauldron as he desperately tries to run away. His only hope is a rusty trash can bin that threatens with spiky nails and a spear.
You make your way through the messy room, almost sprinting towards the door to escape the icky feeling of coldness that looms from the darkness behind.
The only thing you can think about is how much you yearn for the softness of his touch.You liked slow Fridays when uncle Wayne would work until late, because that meant sleepovers to keep Eddie company and enjoy some well cherished alone time.
Within just a few steps out of the heated room, the faint sound of his guitar works like a remedy to cure your wounded heart. Like a healing unguent that ties the broken strings alltogether at once until it’s soothing again.
He 's unbothered. Oblivious to your presence. The dim light of the coffee table next to the couch he’s sitting on, lightens the chocolate warmth of his hair, and somehow turns it into an auburnish color that reminds you of autumn leaves and copper. The tips of the embellished curly locks barely caress the skin of his pale shoulders, one of them lights under the lamp too. And although you can’t see his face that hides beneath locks of curls, it’s not difficult to envision it as beautifully peaceful too.
He looks perfect. As perfect as someone sitting on a couch could. The sloppy two a.m. pajama look fits him better than anyone. With only a pair of black baggy joggers and a lit cigarette that hangs from plump closed lips.
And you wonder if you should interrupt when you realize he’s reading a wrinkled up music sheet and jams little blurbs on his unplugged guitar. Fingers vaguely trace the notes and move against the chords that create a soft, even relaxing melody, along the gentle humming that originates from his chest.
He interrupts the sight when his hand rewinds the cassette on the walkman that sits patiently on his lap, so, using that to your advantage, you give a few steps closer to make yourself noticed.
Both of your hands lay flat over your stomach and you can’t help but feel a little guilty for interrupting. Embarrassed even. Looking down almost as if you weren’t supposed to be there.
When your shadow overcomes him, he looks up, breaking the bubble of concentration, the tip of his tongue is still poking out. A common habit he had when a focus window would strike in.
His gesture morphs into a concerned one when your fear filled eyes look down at him. He extends his bare arm to put out the cigarette in the ashtray, eyes never breaking their contact from yours.
You’ve got that look. The one where your face turns pale and your lips curve down to a frown. The one that screams ‘something’s wrong, help’. And he’s left to hope it wasn’t the obvious absence on his side of the bed that had bothered you.
When lonesome nights turn into insomnia and the starry infinite darkness feels louder than days, he would practice playing guitar to seek comfort. The days you weren’t over he would usually do it in his room, and the days that you were, he would follow the same routine of sneaking out to the living room just to avoid waking you up from your sleep.
He takes the red guitar pick from inbetween his lips to speak. “What is it?” His voice sounds serious. Although it’s always reassuring, even more when it’s accompanied by that tender smile that peeks from the side of his lips. “Nightmares again?”
“Yeah.” You sniffle when chunky tears well up on the corners of your eyes.
Always sweet, always comforting, he moves his guitar away from his lap until welcoming arms open up inviting you in, adorned by wiggly fingers that emulates a ‘come here’. The warmth that you craved is intact, and you melt under his touch when he hugs you sideways, along the tobacco scent led by the bergamot cologne from the morning that still embalms his body. The mix being exactly what you would describe how home feels like.
“I was so scared, Teddie” He lets his hand fall gently on the top of your warm head, letting his nose roam free and soak in your own scent. Begging for the proximity to make you feel safe. “This time was an awful one.”
“Let’s hear it.”
The patience in his voice, the feeling of his mellow breath against your scalp, and him swaying your body from side to side as he himself enjoys your still tender and bed-warm body, makes you feel reassured enough to share it with him.
But when you cry out, it’s like an awful feeling of dread that threatens his already heavy heart. “Hey hey hey '' cold fingertips redirect your face guiding your eyes to his. “No seriously, what’s wrong baby?” Your lip pouts. And the tears that once lingered to your lower eyelashes are now streaming down your cheeks taking a trip all the way to your neck.
You crawl on your knees making your way past the music sheet all the way to his lap. Your head bops gently and rests flat on his chest. Your face gets lost in the crook of his neck. Eddie’s arms wrap your body tightly, his legs automatically opening just slightly molding his body to your own comfort.
“I hated it.” You begin, with the help of the hand that strokes your back in soft paced circles.
And you can’t help but think how much you love this side of Eddie. The tender, soft, comforting side. It reminds you why he is the one you love. The hum that vibrates on his throat tickles your cheek and invites you to carry on.
“I saw you die in the most awful yet weirdly heroic way”
“Well there it is,” You frown. “Can’t be real since I’m no hero” You roll your eyes when he chuckles.
“It’s not funny, you know?” He flinches when your hand softly pinches the naked skin of his arm. “It was horrifying!”
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I know it’s awful and I-” He stops the rambling. “Go on, I’m all ears”
“So, I dreamt about you getting eaten by some weird, giant leech looking bats.” You draw circles on top of the ink imprinted in his arm. “They didn’t look like these though,” You point out the skin fragment you’re tracing “You were… saving someone? I don’t remember”
Eddie, and his usual laid back personality soothes the hurtful memory with a chuckle. Of course he doesn’t mean to brush it off out of lack of empathy or to be mean, even more it is to make you feel safe. You get off of his lap crawling onto the other side of the couch, and he covers his mouth in the most boyish pose ever to compose himself.
“Don’t get angry, bubs.” And when the cheesy, pet name comes, it’s certain that cuddles will follow soon.
He slides across the couch, his body moving towards you until his hips bone bumps gently against yours. After pulling you in for a hug, sloppy kisses wet the crook of your neck and trace the golden line down to your shoulder that's hidden by the jacket you stole from his closet.
“You should try playing DnD with us, y’know.”
He’s desperate at this point to hear your laugh again. So once again, he pulls you in closer to his warming skin, giving you comfort and protection against the midnight breeze that creeps through the living room windowsill and blows the white curtain upwards.
“I’m just fucking around. I’m okay, I’m right here. You’ve probably just heard me plan the end of the campaign for too long. Nothing’s gonna happen to me babe, really” He pauses briefly, his eyes discerning to look down at the way your fingers play with his guitar strap still attached to his chest. “I’ll always look out for you.”
Hazy graceful eyes look up at him in between eyelashes. His own tan irisces adorned by the puppy look you’re so fond of. The seriousness in his face preludes the honesty in his voice. Because what he said was meant to come from the deepest, most fond part of his heart.
Eddie would never purposely hurt you, not in this lifetime, or any of the others to come.
“You promise you’ll never leave?” His thumbs traces the round of your cheek cleaning the tears that are painting the reddened skin.
The mellow tone of your voice is enough to create a fuzz in his lower belly. “I promise, sweets.” Until your relieved sigh seals the deal.
“Can you play for me?” His wolfish grin makes an appearance, and all of the sudden he’s giggling.
“You want me to play for you? Uh, I mean, I don’t exactly have a big lullaby set list.”
“Who says Iron Maiden isn’t a lullaby?” His lips meet your forehead, soft pecks peppered around your face.
When your head lays on his lap and both of your arms are wrapped around his thigh, his hand gives your head one last corroboration of his love by pulling some strands of hair and tugging it behind your ear. The sound of his guitar works like a dream to help sleep make it’s soothing trip to meet your eyelids.
“My hero” You whisper gently, pecking his knee.
Your mind drifts off to the sound of his agile fingers that waltz in between chords, to the humming you’ve always been so fond of, to the soft squish of his upper thigh that teams with his lower stomach to sooth the back of your head every time he breathes in and out.
The solacing proximity is absolute bliss. And you can’t help but smile. Because in his arms, you truly feel safe again.
I’d pay good money for a part two of forever yours, faithfully possibly with some smut? 👀
VOL 2 SPOILERS AHEAD (kinda)
I wanted to take the time and say THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart, I’m incredibly overwhelmed with all the love my writing has received, you guys are so amazing!♡ It breaks my heart to know we’re all mourning him, but I hope the fix it fics are helping you all to cope ♡
Now, I didn’t really plan it to be a series BUT, if you guys are down for a “Forever yours, Faithfully” part 2, I’m all in 100%, definitely got some ideas in mind.
summary: After the party comes back from the upside down, Dustin takes you to have your long awaited reunion with your boyfriend Eddie.
warnings: Spoilers, mentions of blood and wounds, established relationship, pure needed fluff
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You just can’t bear that well known aching feeling any longer. The way that your heartbeat pounds painfully against your chest, your ears torturing you with a non-stop buzz, the warm tear streams are burning and stinging your skin with every hour that goes by, every minute, every second.
It is torture combined with pure empty agony hurting deep down in your soul.
Yearning Eddie has never been this painful before. Going mad is not too far away from reality, while you try to mend your poor hastened heart that’s begging to be alleviated.
The only comfort you have and that is keeping you sane, is the dim memory of his cigary and bergamot scent, still slightly lingering to the leather jacket he left behind for you to wear.
And that’s what you do. You’re holding on to it. Pleading to remember the warmth of his body around yours and the sound of that mellow voice of his. That loud and uniquely raspy laugh that feels like home.
And of course, holding on to that one last heartfelt kiss he gave you, before saying goodbye, promising you he would come back for ‘his girl’.
After the supposed earthquake that made almost the whole town of Hawkins leave, you just knew things had gone wrong. A dreadful feeling.
And thats when the worst ideas begin to plot in your head. Memories like flashing lights in your mind, going back to those tender core memories of him that held on to you closely.
You had sacrificed yourself at the Wheeler’s House to get caught before the party did, so while everyone was crawling down to literal hell, you wound up being held up like a criminal at the police station. Questioned and left by yourself with only the bitter taste of loneliness.
It takes one full day for your release from the station. And sweet little Dustin is the one waiting for you. Wobbly legs sprint towards him, And when he hugs you, his arms feel truly safe. It’s a warm friendly welcome, almost as if he can feel your pain. Because that same torment is there. Like an obnoxious thorn, hurting you, and reminding you of Eddie every single time you dare and close your eyes.
“Thank you for coming.” And all he can do is smile at your words. It’s hurtful for him to see you like this. So in between your tears and hopelessness of it all, he holds you tightly near his chest, sweetly caressing your back.
“Geez, almost thought we’d lost you.” He’s honest, a gentle smile peeking from his lips before pulling away gently. “There’s someone who will be pleased to see you again.”
And just like that, you can finally breath again. Painful dark torture suddenly ceases and vanishes away. Dustin guides you into the woods, taking you to that well known place that was Hoppers cabin.
To arrive and greet your friends is like a breath of fresh air. Even more, when you know who is inside, waiting for you.
“M’lady, after you” Dustin pleads, opening the squeaky door and guiding you through the reckless hallway into a bedroom, slowly opening the door as your head peeks inside. “I’ll give you two love birds some privacy.” He teases, playfully, before leaving once more.
Because there he is. Eddie. Your Eddie. And it’s like he knows how his presence is soothing, since all of the sudden he’s giving you the sweetest dimpled smile. Although right behind that smile, are glistening tears shying away, his sigh is alleviating, pure, and savors the most comforting wave of peace he had felt in a while.
“Well, well, well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” Eddie’s sweet voice echoes around the room. You mirror his smile, mesmerized and loving the way he rests his head on the pillows that support his back, half sat on the bed and waiting for you. It’s like a beautiful fraile mirage you wish you could encapsulate and keep forever. “C’mere.”
There’s no need to ask twice, of course. You find yourself running to his warm welcoming arms, just like a little girl. His embrace is heavenly, comforting. And it triggers some tears that you don’t even need to fight back.
You wonder if there’s a possibility to stay like this for all eternity. Because right there, when he’s rocking your body tenderly back and forth and peppering kisses on your temple while sniffling sorrowful tears away, you feel more loved than you’d ever felt before.
It’s an embrace that reveals more adoration than words possibly ever can. His hands, always lenient, slither sweet little nothings to the skin of your back. Eddie eagers his brain to understand that you are there, and that you are real. Feeling you is the only proof that it is not a dream.
Encouraging to pull you in closer, his calloused hand guides your face near the crook of his neck. You hide there, a pool of prickled and bittersweet tears wetting his skin.
“Yeah, I missed you too sweetheart.” Eddie understands you, and he knows you. There aren’t any words needed to acknowledge that you’re hurt. anguished. It’s a well known feeling, because so is he.
What brings him comfort is the soft warmth of your body against his. He longs for his own heat to proffer some solace to you. And if it doesn’t, maybe repeating the words he says with such fondness, does. “I missed you too.”
“What happened down there?” Your voice is numb. It’s difficult to not contemplate his painful state.
His abdomen is covered in bandages, and his face still carries some traces of blood and dirt. But either way he lolls his head towards yours, making you understand that it is okay. It’s endearing to feel you close, and so incredibly intimate.
“I thought I had lost you for good” You say through the echo of a whisper.
“Well, only the good die young, y’know.” Your laugh is delightful and pleasant, but it’s honest too. Because with that simple yet endearing phrase, so typical of Eddie’s, he awards your heart with hope. “I’m fine babe. We’re fine, I promise.”
“Don’t you dare leave me again, Edward Munson” You yelp through loving strokes that caress his brown and frizzy locks.
His ringless hands cups your cheeks, and it almost makes you purr out of love. Big brown puppy eyes glimmering in a unique yet beautiful way.
“Edward?” He snorts, cringing at his own name. “Well, either me nor Edward, would even dare to leave you. Although it fascinates me that I just crawled back from Mordor and that’s all you can say to me.” You’re thankful for what he says, and very much understand what he means.
“Kiss?” You ask. The corners of your lips lifting towards your eyes, an innocent and playful smile.
And right there, he could swear by just the sight of it, that it works like a magic spell over his wounds.
His lips pucker slightly, and you giggle a soft peck over his poor busted lip. He tastes like medicine, it dissolves quickly into your mouth. “Hmm, much better.” He coos. Arms pulling you in closer once more. You melt under his touch.
“Eddie?”
“Hmm?” He mumbles, gifting gentle strokes to your skin. His heartbeat is strong against your eardrum.
“What are we going to do? Whole Hawkins is rooting for you to get caught.” He grins at your worries. Not because he likes to see you suffer with overthinking, but because you’re caring about him enough to ask about his future well-being.
“We’ll figure it out later, m’kay? Right now I just wanna feel you close for a little while longer.” His whisper eases your concerns.
To pepper soft kisses on your head might be his newest favorite thing ever.
What he hears then is the dim sound of your friends voices through the window, birds whistling faintly in the woods, and your gentle breath. His heart is at ease, now that he has you by his side. It was the missing piece of the puzzle.
“I promised I would come back to my girl, and I did.”
“I love you.” Your faint voice fills the void of the room. The sound of Eddie’s melodic laugh joins too.
“Don’t get too cliché.” He’s kidding. Of course he is, and you know it. Even after slapping his shoulder gently. “You know that I love you more than anything in this world.” As for one thing he knows it is true;
For you, he is willing to travel oceans of time and crawl up the burning walls of hell, just to see your eyes and touch your lips, one more time.
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