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thepigeonhasapen · 1 month ago

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🦇SFW A-Z: Eddie Munson🦇

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Uber snuggly very physically affectionate cuddlebug. Eddie is always hanging off his friends and you're no different. Absolute nuisance about it though. Constantly playing with your hair or climbing on you or picking you up or poking you or tickling you. Undiagnosed ADHD king and always looking for something to fidget with. Sometimes (often) that thing happens to be his friends. Will generally back off if he's told no but not for long. Often has a tendency to forget that he can be a lot.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

As a friend, Eddie is already ride or die so you can just imagine what he's like as your bestie. Tends to be extra clingy and will always catch up with you between periods even if his next class is way the fuck on the other side of the building. Can and will hunt you down if you don't come and eat lunch with him. As his best friend, you get treated to exclusive jam sessions and discussions about D&D. That last bit's non-negotiable, sorry. Whether or not you play, Eddie is going to use you as a sounding board for bouncing ideas off of. You're also quite lucky because, being so close to him, Eddie lets you see the softer side of himself and not just the bold persona he puts up for the rest of the world. You'll need a strong personality to match his own if you hope to vibe with him and he'd absolutely adore that you can dish out as much as you take. Lots of flirting, jokingly or otherwise. The kind of relationship where people genuinely get confused on whether or not you're dating.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Your best bet for snuggling with Eddie is to put on a movie he likes or catch him when he's sleepy. Eddie's huge on physical affection but he's also a public menace and will pester anyone in touching range. If he doesn't have some sort of distraction, cuddles will very quickly turn into wrestling or tickling.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

My man hasn't even graduated, give him a minute! Maybe in the very distant future? Honestly, he hasn't even given it much thought to what he wants to do with his life, never mind what he's going to do when he gets old!

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He just wants it over with. Assuming it was because he fell out of love, Eddie would feel super guilty about leading them on. He wants it done quick and easy but he can't work up the courage to actually go through with it so he probably just... avoids them. This man isn't even twenty-five yet, do you think he's going to be at all emotionally mature? He acts cold and distant until confronted, at which point he will ashamedly let on what his problem is. After the break up, Eddie is cautious but willing to let things return to the way things were before the relationship, you just have to push through his weird vibes until he mellows out again.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Hasn't really given it much thought to be honest. Eddie is deeply committed to his relationships and would never cheat on his partner but marriage? He hasn't thought about it. Would likely defer to whatever his partner wanted. If they want to get married? Sick. If they don't? Also cool, doesn't mean he cares for them any less.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Eddie is a nice complicated soup of contradictions. He's blunt but he's kind. He can be mean but he can also be incredibly sweet. Eddie will roughhouse but he'd never actually hurt someone. His friends anyway. He would cut a bitch if someone else started it. As you get closer to him or if you're nice to him or if you're just a nervous person in general, Eddie will let his coarser outer shell slip. He can be a bastard but he (mostly) knows when to pull his punches.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Probably won't initiate them, but absolutely loves receiving them. Unlikely to give hugs in public but behind closed doors, Eddie gets really clingy. If he's upset, he will bury his face in your neck and hold you just a little tighter.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Platonically, Eddie has a lot less reservations. If he's swept up in his emotions (or high), he's a lot more willing to just let whatever's in his head slip out. Most likely to save it for extreme circumstances like dying if you brought his homework to him and it's due like right now and he needs this last assignment to graduate or else he'll fail again. Romantically, Eddie is a good deal more shy about it. He doesn't want to move too fast or overstep and push you away. Praying you'll say it first, but if you don't, he'll let it slip by accident at some point anyway. Either he's high off his ass or he's just caught up in a burst of strong feelings, but it'll get out before he can stop it. After he says it for the first time, he just never stops. Tends to save it for private moments between the two of you, but Eddie will tell you he loves you every chance he gets.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Despite his outwardly cocky persona, Eddie is actually quite self-conscious. He gets hurt very easily if his friends choose to spend time with other people over him, but he can mostly hide his feelings about it. His jealousy might manifest in a few snide remarks about the person in question and, if he's feeling really petty, something bad happening to your character in D&D. Mostly, though, he manages to keep it to himself. However this immediately goes out the window for a romantic partner. Someone flirting with you? Yeah, sorry, you now have an Eddie surgically attached to you for the rest of the evening. He's not extremely possessive but he is also rubbing up against you like a cat marking their person so take that as you will.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Eddie's a dramatic bitch. He lives for kissing the back of your hand like he's some gallant knight who just vanquished a dragon for you. He may also get down on one knee to do it if he's feeling particularly whimsical. Not to say Eddie isn't capable of giving other kisses. He loves kissing you on the mouth and on your cheeks and on your forehead and in your hair and on your neck and pretty much everywhere within reach. Gives the most kisses when he first wakes up and he's all sleepy and silly.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Kids love Eddie. Eddie does not care for kids. Anything below high school age is on thin fucking ice. As he gets older, I feel like he'll grow to like and even want kids of his own, but for the moment he's still in that "too cool to hang out with children" stage of his life. Eddie, bestie, you practically are a children.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Slow. Eddie doesn't go to bed until like midnight so, assuming he woke up that morning at all, he's going to spend the first hour or so in a cranky half-asleep fugue state. When he first wakes up, he's very sweet and cuddly... until he actually has to get out of bed. Has said some very unkind things to the toaster during his mid-morning tantrums.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

If he had a choice, he'd be exclusively nocturnal so it probably won't be spent sleeping. His uncle works the night shift so he doesn't really concern himself with keeping the volume low (despite his neighbours' desire to kill him dead) and will definitely try to entice you to stay up and blare heavy metal with him. Usually has a smoke in the evenings before bed because it helps to settle his mind.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Anyone pretty much knows Eddie's deal from the first minute they meet him. A bold, loud, and opinionated motor mouth, Eddie refuses to even pretend to be one of the normies. He's is pretty forthcoming with his thoughts and feelings so generally all it'll take to get information out of him is a simple question, assuming you can't already guess from the way he's acting. There are certain things he does keep to himself though, things that you won't get out of him unless he's in a really bad place emotionally. Because he's failed to graduate so many times he feels really self-conscious about his intelligence, but won't ever admit it until it's bothering him so bad he's actively having a mental breakdown about it.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Eddie doesn't get mad really. Irritated, annoyed, or perturbed sure, but the most you'll ever get out of him is a slightly raised voice. Holds a grudge but also forgives easily, so long as he receives what he considers an adequate apology. His definition of adequate will fluctuate wildly depending on the severity of the crime. Spill something on him? That's cool, accidents happen. Miss a D&D session? May the fires of Hell have mercy on you because Eddie certainly will not. You better get down on your knees and BEG for that man's forgiveness because he's not letting that shit go unless you were like in the actual hospital. And even then he's very lowkey like I know you had appendicitis but can you maybe schedule that better next time? Maybe consider how this affects me.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Eddie has a memory like a steel trap (see: remembering the clothes Dustin and Mike were wearing when he met them, and also that he learned Master of Puppets on the guitar in like two weeks considering how long the song would've been out at the time.) Unfortunately, that memory only kicks in when he's super engaged with something... or just at absolute random. Eddie will recall the strangest shit about you. He'll remember what your pencil case looks like and what your favorite arcade game is and the exact spot you held hands with him for the first time, but what day your date's at? Uh.... Eddie better be scribbling that on his arm real quick or else it is absolutely gonezo. Has probably stood you up at least once and felt super bad about it because he legitimately forgot you two were going to hang out. He feels awful about it, he just struggles with keeping things straight in his head. Forgive the poor boy please, he's trying his best :(

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Help him study and Eddie will be your best friend for life. He struggles so hard to keep his grades up and he just wants to be OUT of this damn school already. If you help him do that? Eddie is over the moon. He appreciates you attempting to explain concepts in a way he understands or gently steering him back on task. If he wasn’t ride or die for you before, while he certainly is now. He also lowkey loves the way pencil smudges and pen ink look on your hands, and he may or may not get distracted staring at them more than a few times.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Eddie is extremely protective over his friends and he displays it by way of making himself a target instead. He's bold and loud to draw attention away from other people, taking all the bullying and cruelty onto himself. Eddie hates seeing his little flock get hurt and will always step in to protect them. He feels devastated and awful if any of his friends get hurt despite his efforts. Most people tend to view his behavior as Eddie just being Eddie, and it is mostly, but they don't often think about just how often Eddie plants himself square in the firing line. Eddie doesn't even consciously think about it, it's just something he does, so imagine his surprise when you stand up for him. He loves knowing you have his back and feels absolutely giddy having you there. Eddie will mostly rely on intimidation factor because he honestly kinda crumples like wet tissue paper in a fight, so if you can throw a punch, he's gonna fucking fall in love with you right that minute. Seeing someone else initiate will also bolster Eddie’s courage and he'll probably get physical too. After a few seconds of staring at you with wide-eyed adoration because oh my god you just punched a guy for him!

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Eddie is a man of extremes. It's either all or nothing with him. He agonizes over gifts until he finds the perfect one, will plan special occasions down to the smallest detail, but also tends to be super lax about dates. Eddie just likes to hang out on them. He doesn't need anything special to do that with you, he just needs you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Eddie's a true sweetheart at his core, but he's also a bit of an asshole. He's rude and brusque when he's upset, but at least you can generally tell what's upsetting him. He's also a total snob, looking down on anyone he considers a normie. By default, cold to people he can't immediately clock as one of the freaks. Frequently inconsiderate about hobbies he doesn't share, i.e. basketball. A complete elitist about metal culture and probably looks down on battle jackets that don't contain strictly band patches/pins.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Eddie's not vain per se, but he does definitely care about his outward appearance. He doesn't outright preen in front of the mirror but all of his clothes are chosen to match a certain aesthetic. He likes the way he looks and he dresses that way on purpose, but he's also not like putting a whole lot of effort into it, yknow? He takes pride in the way he looks but not to the extent that I'd call him vain. About average level of liking to present himself the way he wants to.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Now I'm not saying Eddie goes into a depressive spiral upon a break up, but I'm also not NOT saying that. Eddie loves with his whole heart and is quite thoroughly devastated when his feelings aren't returned. He'll try to brush it off and play it cool, like it's not a big deal, but he's also playing sad songs on his guitar and laying in a limp puddle on his bed so take that as what you will.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Secretly loves chess but won't tell his friends because like... that's nerd shit. And Eddie’s a freak not a nerd, c'mon. He's not one of those super smart, straight-A geeks, he's cool and he's edgy and sure he likes tabletop games but not LAME ones likes chess and checkers. Plays his Uncle as often as he can even though Eddie wins pretty much all the time.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Conformity. Eddie hates people that aren't weirdo freaks. Be too typical for him and he's barely giving you a second glance. But to be fair, he can deal with boring. He won't like it but he can play nice if he has to. The real thing that gets on his nerves is bullies. Eddie despises people who pick on others and he'll make sure they know it. Being needlessly cruel to someone in front of Eddie is a good way to piss him right off.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Eddie sleeps like a nightmare. He talks in his sleep, he drools, he gets the absolute worst case of bedhead every night no exceptions, he kicks, and on top of it all he rolls himself in the blankets like a burrito. It's not like you can wake him up either because that boy sleeps DEEP. But it might just be worth it in the end, because every morning Eddie will wake up just enough to wrap around you like an octopus and mumble sleepy words of affection into your skin. His big brown Bambi eyes are still so dopey with sleep that you're not entirely sure he's actually fully conscious but that just make his ooey-gooeyness all the sweeter actually. He'll say yes to anything you say right now, to the extent that you could probably convince him to shave his head, move up to the mountains, and become a monk. But maybe don't do that. Maybe just convince him to make you breakfast instead. (Actually don't do that either, he'll light the trailer on fire.)

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oneforthemunny · 2 years ago

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honeysuckle day dream |cowboy!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: a thought I had about cowboy!eddie. you, eddie, and honeysuckle.

edit by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple <3 everyone say yee-haw!

contains: MINORS DNI 18+. language, sexual themes, slight dom/sub dynamic, oral male & fem receiving, face sitting. mostly sweet fluff a little smut at the end :)

"Be careful comin' over here, baby." Eddie's rough soled boot, thick and leather, a little worn from the work on the ranch, crunched down onto the branches and twigs in the path. "'S a briar patch, be careful."

His hand held yours, rough, calloused hands that were hardened from years of hard work. He always teased you about your soft hands, how you "wouldn’t know a hards day of work if it bit you in that sweet ass, girlie" but he refused to let you lift a finger. He was good to you like that, so caring and doting on you.

"Here, put your foot right there." Eddie nodded to the crumples mess of branches he's smushed for your foot to wedge its way in unscathed from the thorns. "Told you 'bout them shoes." His brow furrowed under the brim of his hat, amber eyes catching every glint of sun and shining down at you making that menacing glare a little less mean.

You frowned lightly, looking down at your little sandals. To be fair, you didn't know you'd be hiking down to the creek when you'd gone out to see Eddie, or you would've wore tennis shoes at least.

"I didn't know we were gonna hike all the way out here," You huffed, positioning your foot carefully in the cleared space. Eddie's hand moved to your waist, balancing you gently while he guided you through the thicket. "Thought you'd be training all day." You pouted with a little eye roll.

Eddie's hand smacked the fat of your ass sharply, leaving you squealing and jumping at the stinging impact. His grip held onto your waist, eyes cutting to you dangerously from under the wide brim of his dark hat. "You better watch it, darlin', 'fore I make you pick a switch out here."

The treat had your tummy rushing with that familiar heat, rising up through your chest and leaving your blistering on your cheeks, ducking your head to hide your grin, jumping to the clear patch of soft grass out of the briar thorns. Eddie pivoted behind you, heavily stomping into the place beside you, hands easily finding your waist, squeezing your hip affectionately.

“Wanted to spend time with you.” Eddie beamed down at you, all dimpled grins and shining eyes. “Too pretty of a day to not spend it with my best girl.”

You blushed, wrapping your arm around his waist, cheek smushing into the side of his scratchy work shirt, protective from the sun and anything else that could scathe the cowboy. It was a beautiful day, cloudless blue skies that left the sun shining freely down on all the freshly sprouted crops of the earth. You sighed contently, taking in the scenery around you, the grass a vibrant green and wildflowers sprouting from the tall ground, fields of clover blooms and sweet grass and dandelions lining like a botanical carpet rolled out all the way down to the creek.

"Did you bring a blanket?" You asked, tilting your chin to look up at Eddie, squinting at the sun shining through his curls, illuminating each curly tendril like a golden halo. He looked so pretty.

"No," Eddie grinned, shaking his head down at you playfully. "Is it gonna kill ya to sit on the grass?"

You rolled your eyes. "Maybe. If there's a bug... or a snake." You paused, scanning the tall grass, then looking back at Eddie, clinging to him tighter around his waist. "If there's a snake, Ed, you have to kill it."

Eddie tipped his head back, laugh ringing from deep in his chest, hat nearly falling back with ever tilted shake of laughter. "I'm being serious, Eddie." You huffed, tone teetering dangerously on the verge of a whine. "You know I'm scared of snakes."

"I know you are, sweet girl." Eddie pulled you closer into his hip, wranglers rubbing beside you with every step through the soft earth.

He remembered the time you'd seen a little garden snake, barely a few inches long, slither across the path to the stables. You'd screeched so loud, startling him and the horses, shoving him in front of you like he was your own personal shield. Eddie had teased you endlessly about it, cackling and pretending to go towards it, until you were furious with tears. He didn't grab the snake, of course, he wouldn't ever do that to you, opting to coddle you and promise he'd take care of you instead.

Eddie pressed a kiss to the top of your head, a loud smack that was dramatic and sweet, left you blushing none the less. "You know I won't let you get hurt." Eddie said nonchalantly, humming lightly when he looked around at the nature surrounding him. It was so flippantly a fact, left you a little dizzy with warmth and content swelling furiously inside your chest.

You could hear the streams of the waters, crashing in a light steady flow over rocks and brushing over the bank where the creek lied. Eddie would go wading in the water sometimes, jeans rolled up to his calves and boots discarded, picking up crawdads and frogs to show you. Sometimes you'd join him, most of the time you'd just watch, content in basking in his company from the soft grass of the bank.

"Look over yonder," Eddie's inked finger pointed towards the tree, a bustle of yellow and white flowers blossoming gorgeously on the greenery around it. "Y'know what those are?"

You shook your head. "Flowers? I'm guessing." You smirked up at him. "Are they blackberries?" Eddie had a blackberry patch near the fields, one he wasn't sure where it came from but the horses were always messing in it. Sometimes he'd pick a few for you, bring them in so you could wash them and the two of you could share them in the summertime.

Eddie shook his head. "Honeysuckle." He nodded towards them. "You ever had honeysuckle?"

Your nose scrunched. "Is that, like, honey?"

Eddie snorted in laughter, hand moving to grab yours, pulling you through the clover fields towards the tree. "It's a flower, but you can drink its juice." He explained simply. "Wayne used to take me down here all the time when we'd go fish. Taught me how to get the nectar outta it. I thought these died in the drought of '87, but guess they've come back."

He smiled so proudly, eyes twinkling the way they did when he'd tell you a good memory, a rare happy one from his childhood. "How do you get the nectar out?" You tilted your head to the side lightly. "Thought only bees and butterflies could do that."

"Nah, honeysuckle's special, darlin'." Eddie grinned, he squatted in front of the green bush, climbing high on the trees and vines around it. He plucked a yellow-cream colored flowers off it, rolling it between his fingers.

"Watch this," Eddie's eyes lifted, round and big, shining with excitement. You matched his little smile, leaning in. "You just pinch this bottom like that, and pull this part," Eddie ripped the flower apart so delicately in his big hand, revealing the long stem in the middle, a single watery drop of nectar clinging to it. "Here, open up, baby. Taste it."

You stuck your tongue out, obediently, eyes lifting to meet Eddie's. It was an automatic reaction now, one Eddie wanted to beam in pride at you for remembering, his jeans tightened around the crotch at the sight. He placed the nectar covered stem on your tongue, rubbing it over your taste buds gently. It was more bitter than you expected it to be, earthy with a floral sweetness that tasted... odd, but intriguing on your tongue.

"Hmm," You hummed, rolling your tongue around in your mouth, brows furrowing ever so slightly up at Eddie. "Not really what I expected." You giggled, crystal and warm, it made Eddie's knees buckle.

"Yeah?" Eddie giggled back, brows raising. "Y'want another one?"

You contemplated for a moment, nodding. "Show me one more time how you did it."

Eddie grinned, his cock twitching behind the zipper of his wranglers. He plucked another flower, pinching, pulling, and eyeing at you to open your mouth. You did, holding his gaze while he smeared the sweet flower's nectar over your tongue.

You nodded slowly, rolling the nectar around your mouth. "It's pretty sweet." You shrugged finally. "Good. You want a taste?"

"Yeah," Eddie nodded, swallowing thickly. He could feel his heart beat in the throbbing tip of his dick, eyes trained on you. "Let me have a taste, sweet girl."

You gave him a wicked grin, eyes batting at him playfully. Oh, how many times you'd heard that in a very different circumstance.

"Pinch it, pull it, and..." You revealed the long string, smiling up at him triumphantly. "Open up for me, handsome."

Eddie snorted in a laugh before obliging, tongue out and eyes on you while you repeated his actions, rubbing it over his tongue. Eddie moaned loudly, eyes pinching close and lashes fluttering. "Mmm, tastes delicious." He groaned. You blushed at the vulgarity, eyes casting down, catching the growing tent in his jeans.

You paused for a moment, eyes lifting to him wickedly. He smiled back at you shamelessly, those muddy irises darkening with every passing second. You lifted a brow. "Seriously?" You asked, trying to feign annoyance, like you weren't pulsing something fierce between the knees.

Eddie shrugged. "Just what you do to me, sugar." He grinned cheekily.

He sure did know how to make you blush, you thought, turning to hide your heated face, flicking the flower towards the ground. "Does the honeysuckle have some kind of natural viagra in it?" You asked playfully. "That why you wanted to bring me out here?"

Eddie howled in laughter. "I dunno, baby, not that I know of." He grinned, perfect, pretty teeth and plump lips. "Maybe. You feelin' horny too?"

You blushed, scoffing at his blatant question. "I think you are, Munson." You nodded towards his bulge. "You want me to help you out?"

"I'd sure love it if you did. Be awful sweet of ya." Eddie grinned salaciously. That little shit.

You sighed heavy, dramatic and playful, but sinking to your knees in the cool grass. Your hands were already working on his belt, expertly undoing that thick buckle he'd won at a competition. You could remember the first time you'd tried to take one off, fumbled and irritated until he'd helped you, and told you not to rush that there was no need. Everything was easy, a little slower out here; that's why you loved it so much.

You pushed his stiff wranglers down to his knees, shuffling on your own to get closer, placing a sweet, gentle kiss to his tented briefs, his erection angry underneath.

"Stop that teasin', darlin'." Eddie grunted lightly, jaw clenching at the feeling of your soft lips against his shaft. "I'll be just as mean if you don't play nice with me." He warned.

You just gave him a tight lipped smile, pushing his underwear down, his cock springing free and curving up towards him, the foreskin stretching around his angry head, already leaking for you. You drooled, wetting your lips, before you took it in your hand, pushing the skin down with a fluid movement.

Eddie exhaled slowly out of his nose, eyes fluttering down to watch you through thick lashes. You blinked up at him, jacking him slowly, thumb circling the sensitive tip until his hips jerked in your grasp. Eddie nodded at your gently, a bow down towards you that was your go-ahead signal.

You took him your mouth easily, sucking on the tip, tongue swiping over the sensitive head that leaked for you. Eddie groaned loudly, hands moving to thread through your hair, tangling his calloused hands through the soft locks. Your mouth, velvety and wet, sucking him down gently.

"Just like that, girlie." Eddie breathed a sigh of contented pleasure, letting his eyes fall shut for a moment. He could feel his tip brush the back of your throat, head still bobbing to take him further. "Goddamit, baby, feel so good."

You hummed at his praise, moving to cup his balls while your head bobbed slowly, eyes straining to look up at him. His eyes fluttered down to you, seeing you looking at him obediently, just like he'd taught you. Eddie beamed, thumbs stroking over your hollowed cheeks.

"Look at you, my best girl, aren't ya? Just so good." Eddie rasped, voice drowned out at the chirping birds singing and flitting in the wind, water babbling down the creek making the most serene background while you shoved him vulgarly down your throat.

Your hand cupped, squeezed his balls lightly, pulling back to suction on his tip and move down his shaft, breathing deep and slow to regulate your gagging. Eddie could feel his own abs clenching with every slow drag of your mouth squeezing around him, your nails tickling his balls lightly and making them jump and squeeze at your expert movements.

"Holy fuck, baby," Eddie gritted, tightening his grip in your hair. "You just get me so good, don't ya? Just my perfect, little, sweet girl. So good to me."

You hum in response, vibrations from your throat tickling and sending shockwaves through his head to his sac. Eddie felt himself clench, knees planting in a firmer stance. He wasn't going to last long with you out here, you were too good at this. Too good at knowing him so well.

Especially the way you'd tilt your head to the side, ducking down to take his sack into your mouth, sucking them lightly while your soft hands stroked his length with perfect flicks and grips.

"Open up that mouth." Eddie grunted through clenched teeth, nose scrunching.

If you didn't know any better, you'd think you were hurting him, but you did know him- you knew he was so close his toes were curling, coil in his tummy pulling closer and closer until it snapped. Spilling hot spurts of his seed onto your flattened tongue. You caught is easily, eyes still meeting his while he milked himself into your mouth, finger hooking to catch a dribbled spurt on the side of your lips before he pressed them in your mouth.

"Swallow f'me, sweet girl." Eddie rasped, chest rinsing and falling in sharp, fast breaths.

You swallowed him in one gulp, opening your mouth open to show him, eyes still round and meeting him. You ached, a slick, throbbing mess underneath your little sundress- the one that drove Eddie wild when it'd get caught between your cheeks.

"That's my good girl, so good." Eddie praised, cupping your blushing face. "You just take such good care of me, don't ya, honey?" Eddie cooed at you.

You smiled, sweetly and a little bashful. Eddie was sure if he wouldn't have just busted his cock would be lurching, sputtering to life all over again. "I love to take care of you, Eddie." You purred, lashes batting up at him, tight rubbing together for friction.

Eddie smirked. "I know you do, baby. Do such a good job at it too." He praised you, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to your cheek, hands moving under your arms to tug you up. "Now, 's your turn, ain't it?"

You blushed, standing to your feet on shaky legs. You looked back at the ground, seeing the butterflies flit around, dragon flies whirring by. "Wait, I don't- I don't want to lay in the grass." You pouted gently. "I don't wanna get my dress dirty, Eddie."

Eddie rolled his eyes hard, feigned annoyance at you. "When did I say anything about that, huh, girlie?" He gave you a dark, pointed look.

You frowned at him confusingly, watching him sit on the grass, placing his hat beside him, dark curl melting into the grass when he laid back. "C'mon," Eddie grinned up at you, chin tucking to his chest to look up at you. "Get ready to ride, cowgirl."

You blushed, shimmying the hem of your dress up, lifting it so it was bunched by your waist, shuffling over to him, legs parting wide to climb over his body. You sunk to your knees, blushing under Eddie's wild eyed gaze, excited and lustful.

"You let me know if you can't breathe?" You asked, lifting a brow towards him. "I don't wanna suffocate you."

"I couldn't think of a better way to go out, darlin'." Eddie grinned cheekily. "Smothered by that delicious pussy by the creek? Sounds like paradise to me."

"Eddie." You whined, shuffling back towards his chest.

Eddie's hands gripped your thighs fiercely, pulling you protectively towards him. "'M just kiddin', baby. I'll let y'know, alright?" He smiled sweetly up at you, hands rubbing up the soft swell of your hips, pushing your dress up further to reveal your puffy, slick lips to him.

"Here," Eddie reached over, grabbing his hat and holding it out to you. "You put it on. You're ridin' today, girlie."

You blushed but put the dark hat on, tipping it onto your head before Eddie had you pulled into him with a slight oomph! his mouth latching to your swollen clit, lapping and suckling at you.

You bucked and rode his face, hips grinding and bumping against his nose, hands gripping his curls like the reigns to a horse, while your knees rubbed into the soft grass beneath you. You'd lost the hat after you tipped your head back too suddenly, it tumbled onto Eddie and then toppled onto the ground, but you were too caught up to care.

Eddie buried himself in you, devouring your cunt while you cried and gushed all over him, his eyes fluttering shut, savoring every last drop of your delicious nectar. He decided then, that honeysuckle was good, but nothing compared to the sweetness of you.

#cowboy!eddie #cowboy!eddie munson #cowboy!eddie munson x reader #funsonmunson #eddie munson #dom!eddie munson #eddie munson au #oneforthemunny #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x female reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson fluff #eddie x reader #stranger things

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glitterslag · 2 years ago

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eddie hasn't been cuddled - y'know like really cradled - since he was a little kid.

when he first comes to live with wayne as this angry, skinny little twelve year old, he's averse to all touch. He bristles with it. Wayne swears he can almost hear it, sometimes, the invisible forcefield he's built around himself, humming like an electric fence.

but eddie's heart is soft beneath all that barbed wire, and he grows out of it in a couple years. Whether it's down to the relative stability of wayne's care, or just the growing pains of adolescence relieving themselves with the passage of time, is another story.

wayne isn't really a hugger himself, anyway, more likely to plump for a hair tousle or a clap to the back whenever eddie makes him proud. Still, it makes him happy to see him growing up kind and affectionate despite it all, against all the odds, really, so he tolerates it, just about, when his boy gets big enough to lift him off his feet in a bone-crushing embrace.

"damn fuckin' menace..." is all he'll say, harrumphing and readjusting his cap before going back to tending to the dinner or tinkering with his car or whatever he happens to be doing, and he hopes it sounds like "i love you too, kid."

it's true. Despite his less than ideal upbringing, eddie really has no trouble with affection at all. Especially not with his new girlfriend. Lately, he finds he's pulling her in for a hug anytime he gets a spare minute, whether it's in the line at the movie theatre or if he's sneaking up behind her as she's stirs a saucepan full of dinner.

the first time chrissy holds him, though, eddie breaks down in tears.

it comes at him out of nowhere. They're sharing a joint in bed, blankets drawn up over their naked forms and a record that needs cleaning playing soft and grainy in the background. Typically, after sex, he'll scoop chrissy into his arms and they'll lay that way for some time, quite often until wayne yells at him through the door to take the girl home before her momma goes ballistic. It's always pretty difficult to let her go. This time, though, it's her reaching for him. And it blindsides him.

she's gazing down at him in her lap, a blonde angel in the lamplight playing with his hair and when she brushes back the bangs from his forehead to give him a kiss, he just bursts into these heaving, uncontrollable sobs.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry" is all he can splutter out, over and over again as he rolls over to plant his face into her stomach. "i don't know what's happening right now." Mercifully, she just holds him tighter and doesn't ask him any questions.

he writes it off as one of those weird body things that happen sometimes and tries not to think of it again, and it's not until weeks later that he realises. No girl has ever done that to him before. No girl has ever touched him nicely. He's had sex before chrissy, sure, but none of those people ever stuck around to listen to records after. He's not even sure he would've wanted them to.

of course, it would be entirely too mortifying to say any of that out loud, but the next time they're in bed together and she reaches straight for him with this knowing look in her eyes, he realises she's probably already figured it all out anyway. She always was way smarter than him. Thankfully, he doesn't tear up this time.

eddie munson sure knows how to love, but learning to be loved in return, as it turns out, can take a little more time. It's a good job he's got all the time in the world.

#some touch starved eddie for your sunday afternoon #btw do not fear wayne is not huggy but he's very loving and in fact he is very fond of giving eddie a lil kiss on the head!!!#its just that girlhugs get him right in the mommy issues u see #hellcheer #btw had to make the font larger cuz it wasn't showing up in the tag :'(

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deceptive-daydreams · 2 years ago

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The Under-Ground (18+ ONLY)

Chapter Six - The Yellow Car

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 |

Modern!Barista!Eddie AU - "You made me hate myself and you were okay with that."

Enemies to Lovers, Modern!Barista!Eddie AU, Eddie x Fem Reader

9.6K Words

Warnings - Eddie is an asshole, eventual smut, mentions of drugs and drinking, drug dealing, allusions to mental illness, I don't think there's anything else but please let me know if I missed anything

Author's Note: I have nothing to say other than pls lmk what you think cause I put my full pussy into this one like im so scared to post this

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The Harrington House, December of Junior Year

“Well done, Munson. Looks like you’ve won yourself a hundred bucks.”

What?

Oh.

It felt like blood filled your ears, everything becoming muffled the second the words were spoken. The breath had been stolen from your lungs and you wanted to choke. Hands numb, fingers tingling uncomfortably, and mouth drying up, you were obligated to process the unthinkable. The unthinkable in your eyes at least. A hot face seared with fresh humiliation was always the worst side effect.

A hundred bucks.

The guy with an arm wrapped around Eddie wore a letterman jacket. He looked like every other one of them. Sandy blond hair, blue eyes, and a menacing smirk stuck to his stupid face. You’d seen him before, hell he was probably one of the boys to stand on the sidelines when the others made unsolicited comments at you. Nathan? You couldn’t remember his name and honestly, had no interest.

Then there was Eddie. He was a stranger now. You didn’t need any context, his face said it all. His lips were parted as if trying to grasp words, any words as he attempted to shrug the jock off of his shoulder. Those big brown eyes you one minute saw so much promise in were now distant and pleading. How could he do this to you?

A hundred dollar bill was slapped to his chest and…he grabbed it. Clutched it in his greedy hand.

The world was becoming one large swirling blob as hot tears brimmed in your eyes, your entire body shaking and your nerves on fire–not in the romantic way they were before. And that wasn’t all. There was a cherry on top, of course there was because it wouldn’t be your life if things didn’t progressively become worse and worse with each passing second. Several more jocks emerged from the pool table that once garnered their attention, each of them exhibiting a concerning amount of enthusiasm at your expense. If you were asked, you couldn’t recall anything they were shouting as they mimicked a dog’s bark after.

Paralyzing.

Mortifyingly paralyzing—all you wanted to do was run, you didn’t know where but you wanted to leave this awful place. And yet you found yourself glued to the very same bean bag that moments before held a girl that was so entranced and intoxicated—not on alcohol but on him. She was nearly a ghost now, a shell of a person with barely any breath left in her, a corpse in the making. El c

All you could hear was hot blood pumping through your veins at a concerningly rapid rate, everything else was tuned out and your sole focus was how Eddie changed from the charming bad boy that only showed that certain softness for you into every other guy you’d encountered. Shallow. Selfish. Scary. Everything you knew him as, he no longer embodied. The Eddie you knew was now also a shell.

You know when a person just feels like home? They’re safe. Warm. Familiar scents. Their presence is like a hug, a welcoming embrace. Eddie was like home in the sense that his eyes offered an affectionate glow and he was always sugary sweet–not just regular sugar though–brown sugar. A bit gritty with undertones of candied molasses, caramel and toffee lingering on the tongue if anyone ever cared to unveil those parts of him…which you did.

And he threw it all back in your face. He didn’t need to say anything. He was no longer the feeling of home, not since he just essentially threw you out on the doorstep and shut the lights off, feeding you to the wolves. Your name fell from his lips desperately, his hand flying out to grasp at your knee, a hundred dollar bill still crushed in his other hand so tight he might just rip it and ruin his fortune. But you were too fast, flinching away while boys congratulated him, praised him as tears rolled silently down your cheeks. And before you could endure anymore your legs were carrying you up the wooden stairs, shoes thumping on each step as you attempted to maintain balance through teary eyes.

You were an object.

–

Present Day

“Shit.”

The quiet but noticeable curse came from the front of the shop, your head only tilting toward the noise not out of curiosity but out of instinct. Whatever Eddie was bent out of shape over this time was none of your concern. The atmosphere had shifted since the cup debacle, it almost felt awkward but you were more disoriented than anything.

It wasn’t fair.

You were spiraling in the whirlpool that was Eddie’s recent behavior and yet he seemed unaffected. Yes, he was acting far more civilly than he had in years but he still had this spark to him that no one could seem to put out. You weren’t even sure if you wanted to–no you knew you didn’t–that wasn’t your intention, ever. The spark was never the issue, it was the fact that the spark would grow into flames. Unforgiving, destructive, scolding flames only headed in your direction, everyone else safe from the path of annihilation that was guided by his venomous words.

It wasn’t exactly ideal, your declared enemy since junior year suddenly holding back on firing like he was out of ammo. It would be enough to send anyone into insanity because he would never run out of ammo, he would always have something to say that would hit a nerve just right but tonight…tonight he seemed to be aiming toward himself. Small self-deprecating jokes of ‘Munson, were you born fucking yesterday?’ said to no one in particular as a healthy glob of whip cream slid off of the small mountain he was creating and onto the sticky floor.

So when he muttered a curse toward the front of the shop as you silently dismissed yourself to the breakroom to catch up on some assignments in the absence of any customers due to the storm outside, you didn’t pay any mind.

“Oh, shit, shit, shit!”

Not even a blink of an eye was offered as you scrolled through the files on your laptop, tracking pad greasy from the endless stress eating when you happened to attend a study group every now and then. The breakroom table shook as your knee bounced against the leg. Whatever the issue was, he could figure it out. Hell, how does cleaning the window warrant that much of a reaction? How badly could he fuck up cleaning a window? You didn’t even care, the thought was gone as soon as it came. He wasn’t going to earn a reaction, not when he was pulling whatever stunt he was pulling at the moment.

“Fuck my life–Roadkill, I think we got a big problem.”

Your eyes may as well have rolled into another dimension. If he thought he could just start calling you that, reality would have to slap him in the face. No, this was not going to be entertained.

“I think you’re gonna wanna–shit! There was a brief silence and some shuffling before he yelled back again. “You’re gonna have to get your ass out here and tell me what the fuck to do. This is just–god dammit! This is not in my job description.”

There was no helping the grin that pulled at your lips, no matter how hard you tried to hold it back.

“No? Nothing?” It sounded as if he was talking to himself more so than you which only elicited a quiet chuckle that you knew wouldn't be heard all the way from the back. “Okay, well then you can explain to Ronnie–god fuck! Where are the fucking rags–or just anything absorbent?!” His voice got closer and you knew he was rummaging through the several cabinets lining the coffee bar, your suspicion only confirmed when the slam of each small door would echo through the shop.

“I think you got it handled.” You finally chime in, a smirk displayed on your face, eyes glued to the screen in front of you as you typed.

“Got it handled my ass.” It was mumbled under his breath but you still caught it as his steps seemed to get closer only to appear in the doorway of the break room, bangs sticking straight up in disarray and a torn up rag clutched in his hand tightly, a hand braced against the doorway as he leaned against it, cocking a brow at you which you only caught as you glanced up at him against your better judgment. “Is that what you’re gonna tell Ronnie when he shows up tomorrow and everything is completely under water? ‘Oh, Eddie had it handled��. Yeah that’s gonna go just fine, then we’re both gonna get fired–”

“What–wait–what are you talking–”

“It’s flooding!” An urgent point of his finger toward the front had your eyes widening.

Not another second was wasted as you flew out of your seat, pushing past Eddie and receiving a grunt in response as you slammed a little too hard into his chest on the way out. And sure enough, water was trickling in from underneath the two french doors, inching further and further into the shop.

“Shit.”

“That’s what I said! You didn’t listen!”

Eddie shoved the tattered and useless rag into his back pocket before reaching for a throw blanket that had been previously carefully placed on the couch near the bookshelves. He had no fear as he stepped into the water that didn’t quite reach the top of his boots yet. The blanket was wedged in the crack underneath the door as much as it could go to keep the water at bay. But it would only hold for so long.

“I-I’m gonna call Ronnie.” You decide, Eddie nodding as he further kicked the fabric underneath the door.

It would’ve been a decent plan had the storm not affected the cell towers. You attempted to get through but the call wouldn’t go through and panic only grew in your features. In denial, you even tried a few more times, hoping, just hoping that maybe the call would carry through but to no avail, the call dropped every time.

“Okay, it should hold for a few minutes but after that we’re fucked.” Eddie was only causing more anxiety in his statement.

“Oh god. I can’t get any signal.” You would have winced at the way you whined if you weren’t internally crumbling.

“I think we just need to get the fuck outta here.”

“Do you see outside?! We won’t even be able to see two feet in front of us and the water is rising!” A clammy hand dragged down your cheek in despair, your breath uneven. Why could you never catch a break?

“I’m gonna check the back, see if we can go that way. You just…watch the door and yell if it starts flooding again.”

All you could do was nod as he raced toward the back. Water was slowly spilling into the shop little by little and just when you thought things were as bad as they could get, the lights began flickering and you knew the power was done for. It was only a matter of when it would go out. So you did what you could, shoving the blanket even further under the crack to create a barrier, becoming desperate enough to even untie your apron knowing the canvas material would provide more assistance as you tucked it beneath the door. As you squat to push the material further, your foot slips and suddenly your knees are engulfed in the puddle of water that had formed. You hissed at the impact of the hard floor but brushed it off the moment you realized you created a wall between the water and the shop that was sturdy enough and didn’t seem like it would falter anytime soon. Knock on wood cause god forbid if the night spirals into an even bigger shit show, you wouldn’t be able to handle it.

“So, there’s no way we’re getting out through the back.”

God, you just kept jinxing yourself.

With doe eyes, you looked up at Eddie like a pathetic excuse of a human. Your pants were becoming drenched every second you sat there, the fabric absorbing a small amount of the large puddle you resided in. Tears pooled once again and you swore you wouldn’t cry in front of him again but it seemed inevitable at this point. It was like your new thing. And before you could jinx yourself any further, the lights flickered especially bright before blacking out completely. It was nearly pitch black except for the saving grace of the streetlights outside that must have been on some kind of backup generator.

“C’mon.” Eddie’s hands were on you, pulling you up by your arms but you shoved him away, tears spilling despite your best efforts.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t do this now. C’mon.” His voice was soft but firm as he continued his attempt at pulling you out of the water.

“Stop it!” Your hand came down, splashing the water harshly in the heat of the moment. You could be equated to a child having a tantrum and you hated that he’d probably hold this over you.

“Let’s go.” He wasn’t giving up but he wasn’t making fun of you either. It only added to your outburst, everything was all so confusing, your whole life felt like it had been shaken around in a to-go container and opened only to reveal the leftovers splattered–a mess you can’t undo. An unappetizing meal that no one would go near.

“Quit doing that! You’re acting like you care!”

“Get up.”

“Stop playing mind games with me, Eddie.” Snot was dripping from your nose but you couldn’t find it in you to care.

“Get up.” The tone was stern as he held a ringed hand out to you which you only stared at in anguish. “Get up. If you don’t get up, I’m picking you up.” You continued to glare up at him through wet eyelashes and salty tears.

“Get fucked.” You spat bitterly.

Large brown eyes stared up at the ceiling momentarily as if he was pondering before he knelt down to your eye level. Even in the darkness you could still see that spark in his eyes, pupils blown in mischief. “I’ll give you one more chance. Let me help you up or I’m gonna make you get up.”

Oh.

For some reason you found yourself even more stubborn in your pitiful puddle of tears and rain water.

“Get. Fucked.”

Before you could even exhale a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, you were thrown over Eddie’s shoulder and for the life of you, you couldn’t ignore the spice lingering in his cologne and the detergent wafting into your nose from his shirt. You didn’t even realize you were gripping said shirt in between your fingers until he began to set you on the plush leather couch, his shirt raising before you released the cotton at the realization.

“I mean it, go away.” You weakly wiped at your cheeks as he knelt in front of you, looking up at your puffy face as he toyed with his rings.

“I will. But first I need to make sure you won’t have a heart attack.”

“I’m fine.”

You weren’t.

With a short nod and a sigh, he stands up. And what did it mean if you suddenly felt devoid of warmth?

–

9:00 PM.

It was 9:00 PM, an hour and a half later and the phone lines were still dead, the rain was coming down harder than you’d ever seen, and the shop remained engulfed in darkness. The power wasn’t going to come back anytime soon. Though your shift was over, there was no way you were leaving without being washed away or drowning.

At least there was a comfortable couch and a supply of food at your disposal. Even then, fear was consuming you and you just couldn’t help it.

What if the flooding gets so bad and we have nowhere to go so we’re forced to drown?

What if I die and I was never able to make amends with Steve?

What about Robin?

What about Will?

What about Dustin? Lucas? Max? El? Mike? Jonathan? Nancy? Joyce? Everyone?

My found family.

What if they all forget about me?

What if they don’t care?

The thoughts were becoming unbearable, devastatingly unbearable and your brain may as well have imploded from the impending doom you were subjecting yourself to. Again, you were crying. But this time Eddie wasn’t watching, he was occupied atop the counter, back to you, his apron discarded next to him as he swung his feet back and forth. In his hand was a straw wrapper, folded neatly over and over until it was as small as he was able to get it before unraveling it and repeating the process. All you could do was bury your head in your hands because your final thought of unavoidable despair was: What if I wanted to see more of this Eddie?

But that wasn’t possible and it never could be. Because he was an arrogant and short tempered man with no regard for you. Right? You hadn’t engaged with him this much since high school, every other time in between didn’t allow for the two of you to interact for more than ten minutes at a time. Then you wouldn’t see each other for months until plans collided and someone had accidentally invited you both. Now he was everywhere. All the time. It’s almost like that one thing people say where if you think about a yellow car, you’ll see a yellow car everywhere you go without fail.

There was no excusing the damage he had caused all those years ago and if you’re honest, you were still repairing it. But there was nagging in the back of your brain, a faint feeling that was familiar and that’s why it was scary. Because the last time this feeling lurked on the outskirts of your thoughts, you got hurt. A kind of hurt that you don’t just recover from and move on, forgive and forget. The kind of hurt that makes you ache so deep when you’re face to face with the source. And what were you supposed to do when that source created both a tremendous ache, painfully and longingly? Left you hating his guts but wanting more all in the same breath?

No, you were supposed to despise him. He made you hate yourself and he was okay with that. That’s what you needed to remember. He was not seventeen years old and stealing your heart, he was seventeen years old and shattering it to pieces. And yet, he was the yellow car of your life. Were you his?

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The Harrington House, December of Junior Year

The stairs.

The stairs became your least favorite place in the world at that moment. A sob escaped your lungs uncontrollably and though you did your best to muffle the sound with your hands, you still caught a few stares from some girls passing you on their way down. You couldn’t imagine how crazy you looked with tears rolling down your face as you wobbled up the steps, only managing to make it to the landing before you had to take a minute to collect yourself. The basement was suffocating, if you had to breathe in anymore of its toxic fumes you felt you might just pass out. But you just couldn’t bring yourself to trek up the last few steps, your body was refusing to carry you any further.

With a hand braced against the wall, you attempted to regulate your breathing and tame your oncoming sobs only to fail as you stood there in utter mortification. The woops and the yells of the boys downstairs continued only spurring on your anxiety which kept you a hostage on the landing.

“Oh, Munson’s gonna go hit that!”

“He’s going for the gold!”

You couldn’t find it in you to be surprised anymore.

“Fuck off!”

A series of offended yet amused ‘oh’s sounded throughout the room and after that, the thump of some heavy boots against the bottom of the wooden stairs. Knowing very well who those steps belonged to, you ignored them and set your priorities on getting up the remainder of the stairs. A task that seemed near impossible in your current state as a trembling foot placed itself on the next step up only to hesitate and fall back onto the landing as you bit your lip and tried to suck back as many tears as you could.

“Fuck.” You whispered, reprimanding yourself as hot, fat tears continued to spill down your face, your hands doing their best to wipe them away only to be defeated as more trailed down.

A murmur of your name just behind you had your shoulders tensing and your eyes squeezing shut. Eddie’s voice sounded distraught, for what reason you weren’t sure. He won his stupid bet and he wasn’t the one being exploited.

“Please, let me–”

“I-I’m leaving. Just–just leave me alone.”

Eddie wanted to throw himself down the stairs but he knew that would even provide enough pain to measure up to what he’d inflicted on you. He fucked up. Your shaking frame and wet sniffles made him want to drop to his knees and beg for your forgiveness. But he also knew that would never be enough, the look in your eyes as you realized the density of the situation was something he would never be able to get out of his mind. The absolute terror flashing across your face would haunt him forever and when you evacuated the basement like your life depended on it with complete panic etched into your features he accepted that he ruined everything.

“C-can we talk? Please. Please.” You’d never heard him sound so small and you hated that there was an ounce of you that felt for him when he was the villain here. You didn’t need to see his face to know that those stupid puppy dog eyes were looking up at you, begging for you to turn around. You could just feel it.

“No.”

“Let me explain.”

The nerve. As if you were too brainless to understand.

“You don’t need to.”

Finally, you faced him. Looking over your shoulder all you saw was betrayal disguised as a beautiful boy that you vowed to never go near again. Of course you were right about his stupid puppy dog eyes because they were looking up at you from a few steps down, glassy and pleading, his mouth opening and closing as if to respond but no words were good enough. He knew that.

“Leave me alone, Eddie. I mean it.” You gritted, finding the courage to embark up the rest of the stairs. You had no intention of entertaining a conversation with someone who never had your best interest in mind, especially a conversation where he would beg for sympathy and understanding. As you emerged from the basement, the hall became foggy. More tears. Shocker. The music grew louder as you shoved through groups of people, not one of them paying any mind in their intoxicated state. You saw the light at the end of the tunnel when Nancy and Steve were in clear view, talking and swaying to the music. Nancy. You just needed to get to Nancy. Except a barrier of all black and leather was suddenly in your way. And those goddamn near black eyes that you now loathed despite how enthralling they were.

“I didn’t accept the money.” He stood in your way and it only made you boil.

“Oh, that makes things so much better! Do you want a medal?”

You were turning sour and he had never witnessed this side of you before. You were always the sweet and reserved girl from school. He had to come to terms with the fact that he was the one to turn things upside down and spoil the budding relationship you shared. But he only knew how to twist the knife deeper and deeper so if his tone came out meaner than he intended, he wasn’t able to reverse it and he was fully aware of that. After all, sabotage was what he did best even if he was internally screaming at himself to stop.

“A medal? I don’t want a fucking medal. I want to talk!”

“Talk about what?! Talk about how you’re a liar? I watched you take the money. You used me.”

Your finger prodded at his sternum rather hard but he didn’t budge.

“No, no I didn’t.”

Lies. Everything was made up of lies. He was a liar.

“I have to get out of here.” Your fingers swiped under your eyes, gathering any makeup that had built up in your turmoil, a defeated breath escaping you as you moved toward Nancy who was watching with concern. But he stubbornly blocked your way once again.

“I know I made a stupid mistake but I wasn’t talking to you just to get a hundred bucks–”

“Eddie, I don’t wanna hear it. Just leave me alone.”

It was over. The damage was done and you planned to never look his way again. All you needed was to cry into Nancy and hear Steve’s comforting words. Though he was right about Eddie, you knew he wouldn’t celebrate seeing as you got hurt as a result of going against his warnings. It was never something he’d wish upon you but you were being reckless and it was proving his point.

“I have liked you ever since last year. Tonight I made a dumb decision, I know that.”

There was regret in his eyes but it was too late for any kind of redemption. He made his bed and he had to lay in it.

“Do you?” You whisper.

His gaze went softer and an anxious hand ran through his curls, tugging at them a bit too harshly. All he could hear in his brain was ‘fix this fix this fix this’ but how could he fix this?

“I-I never thought about the money. They said they thought I could never get you to talk to me and I knew I could because we already had been talking but I–I also started doubting–”

“Do. Not. Make this about you. Do not try to make me feel sorry for you.” You turned cold right before his eyes. It was something he never would have expected from you but he knows that if anyone could cause it, it would be him. Of course it would be him. He never deserved love in the first place so it was fitting that the moment he received anything close to it, he did what he did best and destroyed it.

“I’m not. I got in my head and did something I’m not proud of. But I need you to know that I never talked to you just to make a few extra bucks.”

He was trying, fuck he was trying. But it wasn’t good enough and below the surface he had already accepted that but there was a naive little boy inside of him that yearned for love and always cried ‘why’ whenever he managed to ruin everything. The only answer he could come up with was ‘because I’m me’.

“I liked you. Do you know how it felt to have it all thrown in my face like that? And have everyone laughing and watching me? Like I’m some kind of zoo animal? All because some boy used my crush to his advantage?”

I liked you.

Crush.

You were red in the face and all he could think about was the flutter in his stomach as his brain hung onto those words.

“It’s not like that and you know it. I have talked to you since last year. Before tonight. I have liked you this whole time.”

Admitting it was hard, he’d never done that before but he was clawing his way back to the old dynamic you two had. What he failed to realize in his teenage mind was that there was no going back. It was a lost cause. He couldn’t just say sorry and everything would be fine again.

“No you haven’t. No, no one who likes someone would ever treat them like this. Steve was right, you are a lowlife.” You’d never seen red like this before but the more bullshit he was spewing, the closer to the edge you got.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

“A lowlife Eddie. You’re a lowlife. What? Did I offend you? I’m sorry I thought that's what this was. I thought we had no respect for each other, right?”

He thought he was doing the right thing, so why were you rejecting everything he said? He was admitting to his wrong doings and being honest so didn’t that warrant a peaceful resolution? That’s what he initially thought but he was quickly learning that there were layers upon layers to this argument, that to truly understand and to truly earn your respect he needed to fully dissect the situation. He had no idea how to.

“I’m trying to tell you what happened! I’m trying to lay it all out and tell you I fucked up–”

“Why don’t you go back to selling drugs to your little jock friends? I guess trailer trash and white trash really go hand in hand. You guys are perfect for each other.”

Oh.

It was a low blow and you weren’t proud. All you wanted to do in that moment was hurt him like he hurt you. He was speechless and you guessed that maybe that was the reaction you wanted. To stun him. Show him you weren’t just a fragile girl he could play with for his own benefit.

“You know I was so stupid for thinking you were different from them. You’re a monster just like them. I don’t know why I ever thought you were the exception.”

“Is that what you think?” His voice turned eerily quiet. The party surrounding you may as well have not existed with how tense things had become.

“Yeah. I think I should have just listened to Steve and stayed far away from you. What was I thinking liking someone who’s good for nothing other than a few pills and some shitty weed?”

Rage took the wheel but you didn’t care and you’d even vouch that he deserved it. And he’d agree with you but sometimes words dig up old wounds and the sting only fueled the flames behind his eyes.

“Fine. Run to King Steve like you always do. I bet you’re fucking him just to keep him around.”

He should’ve just spat in your face instead, it would’ve had the same effect as his words.

“Excuse me?”

“What do I know though? I’m just some shitty trailer trash drug dealer.”

He offers a shrug but in the most unfriendly way. Your words were eating away at him like acid and he was trying his best to appear unaffected. Had you not been so full of resentment you may have caught him cracking.

“You’re such an asshole.”

A shove to his chest lets him know that he’s done his job. That he’s wrecked the only good thing he had going for him. Just as he regrettably promised himself so many times. So why not finish it off with a painful pinch of distaste?

“At least I don’t have to beg to keep my friends around.”

“At least I don’t have to mooch off of the jocks and use a stupid bet for some extra cash.”

“I didn’t take the fucking money.” His jaw clenched, teeth gritting as he scowled at you.

“That doesn’t matter! Are you fucking blind?! I don’t give a shit that you gave the money back. It’s the fact that you accepted the bet in the first place and then when it blew up in your face you turned into a coward!”

That sounds about right.

You hit every point on the mark.

But he wasn’t going to stand here and convince you that he was actually a good guy when he knew he wasn’t.

Nancy’s soothing voice broke the barriers of the heavy conversation fumigating the hallway before anything else could be said.

“C’mon, let’s go upstairs.”

The way Nancy glared at him as she guided you out of the hall made his stomach churn. And the way Steve shot daggers at him only further proved that he was everything everyone said he was. He confirmed Steve’s premonitions and he’d forever detest himself for it.

That night you’d passed by the kitchen as the party died down, all you wanted was water before returning upstairs to cry and get drunk on cheap wine with Nancy. What you got was Eddie Munson making out with Chrissy Cunningham in the middle of the kitchen. And when he caught your broken eyes, he knew he was the vessel for everything you hated.

–

Present Day

The crying wouldn’t cease as you remained curled up on the couch, knees to your chest and head in your hands. The last 48 hours had been eventful enough that you would require a week to sleep it off. The amount of crying only tacked on the time you would need to recover. Outside, the storm continued raging and the wind combined with the harsh rain against the windows raised your anxieties. Every other second you’d glance at the door anticipating the water breaking through the barrier you created and feared that soon enough the place would be flooded and you had no way out.

From what you could hear, there was some rummaging around behind the counter but that was the least of your concerns right now. Whatever Eddie was messing around with this time wasn’t important and truthfully, you were just concentrating on keeping your sobs under control. If one slipped out every so often, Eddie didn’t pay any mind or say anything which you were grateful for.

Until you felt a presence in front of you which you refused to acknowledge, further burying your face in your hands and cowering into your knees. You pretended he wasn’t there.

“Here.”

His voice was soft and velvety. You were able to conclude that he was sitting on the coffee table in front of you as you peeked for a split second from between your fingers. What he was offering you, you weren’t able to determine from the quick glance. You responded with a shake of your head, hoping he’d just go back to mindlessly tinkering with things around the shop or fidgeting with straw wrappers.

“You’re gonna make yourself sick.”

Like he’d give a shit.

“C’mon, you gotta breathe.”

At this you give in, allowing him the smallest view of your eyes from just above your knees, wet lashes blinking up at him in the most beautiful way though he wishes he could take away all the sadness you were radiating. Gentle. He has to be gentle. And if you happened to snap at him he had to control himself. Breathe.

“Here.” He repeats, holding out a to-go cup, just like the one from earlier.

Again you shake your head. And he has to be fine with that. He is fine with that. Your poor body was trembling and he was carefully selecting his next words so he wouldn’t feed whatever was causing this episode. Cup neglected next to him on the coffee table, his palms rest on the tops of his thighs as he stares at the floor contemplating. A flash of light and a rumbling of thunder, louder than you could ever imagine has you flinching, face wincing almost as if in pain and he isn’t sure what his next move is. When you glance back over at the door in fear he knows he has to divert your attention. He isn’t sure how long you’ll both be stuck in here and if you’re freaking out the entire time it won’t help either of you.

“Hey. The door is fine.” He didn’t know that for sure but it seemed to be holding up and no more water was seeping into the shop so he was confident enough.

“Yeah.” You whisper, lip being pulled in between your teeth nervously, nearly drawing blood.

“I promise–”

A deafening crack of thunder just about swallowed the town and on instinct, you lunged forward to grip Eddie’s bicep tightly. Your nails were digging into his skin but he didn’t mind. His initial reaction was to pull you into his arms but he decided against it. Instead he gripped your forearms, gentle enough that if you were to pull away his hands would fall off of you with ease. If this was the closest he’d get to ever holding you, he’d take it.

“It’s okay. Everything’s okay.” He soothed, his voice dripping with honey like never before. “You’re gonna be okay.”

You seemed to realize how out of character you were as you let go of his arm, hands in the air as if surrendering but if you only knew he didn’t want you to.

“Sorry.” You murmur, eyes wide.

His gaze never left you and yours never left his. You were too close to him yet you couldn’t move back. Somehow you still allowed his hands to hold your forearms and without thinking his thumb caressed the skin ever so slightly, a whisper of a touch.

“Nothin’ to be sorry for.” That boyish smile graced his lips and for the first time in a while, you were appreciating it with stars in your eyes.

Another clap of thunder and a blinding light streaked across the sky and once again, you were clinging onto him but this time as he held your forearms, you held his. You almost fit like pieces of a puzzle.

“Sorry. Sorry.” You apologized twice more and he wasn’t sure why. If anything he should be spending the rest of his life apologizing to you. That’s what Wayne would tell him if he knew the density of the situation between you.

“Stop saying sorry.”

“I-I’m…sorry?” You laughed. A breathy but genuine laugh. His heart felt like it was going to rip itself out of his chest as he laughed with you. Yeah. He wanted to spend forever laughing with you. So he would savor this moment if it was all he could get.

You released his forearms and finally moved back to your original position on the couch. Your warmth was missing from his skin and he ached even just having been allowed that one simple pleasure for a minute or so.

“Drink this, it’ll probably make you feel better.” For one last time, he offered you a token of his peace, a declaration that even if you still didn’t take it, he would still honor it and respect your decision.

The streetlights illuminated your face in a way that he wanted to remember for eternity. If you were his, he’d trace his finger down the slope of your nose. But you weren’t and you’d never be. It was his fault and throughout all the grief he had given you, he somehow learned to fall even harder. That was never the intention. Truth be told, he didn’t know what the intention was. Maybe subconsciously he was pushing you further and further away since he fully accepted he’d never have you. A dumb concept, he knows but that’s how his brain was wired.

“Hot chocolate?” You ask, head tilted in the most adorable way, brow raised at him in suspicion.

“What else would it be?”

“Poison.” You joke but he doesn’t quite find it funny. He should. What changed?

“No. No, not poison.” It’s mumbled as he stands, beginning to make his way back toward the counter. He’s stopped when your hand reaches out to grab his elbow, another clap of thunder accompanying the action which only causes your nails to dig into his skin again, a welcoming sensation.

“Why aren’t you laughing?” You frown. He didn’t mean to cause it but he finds ways to disappoint time after time.

“I-uh, I don’t know.” Liar.

“Well, you can’t leave me here.” Was this your way of saying you needed him? Why would you ever need him? He was the bane of your existence and you had no problem showing it until now. Now you were being almost…sweet? No, not quite although he couldn’t deny that you were sweet all the way around–even when you were telling him off. Even when you were telling him how much you hated him. You were being friendly. Towards him.

Towards him?

He didn’t deserve that.

But who was he to say no to you?

“Okay.” He whispers, seating himself on the opposite end of the couch, a few feet in between you for modesty.

It turned silent. Only the golf ball sized rain drops pounding against the windows and the occasional rumble of thunder filling the gap. You still hadn’t taken a sip of your drink and he figured you’d never accept his semblance of a peace offering. And he was slowly learning to be okay with it. Wasn’t quite okay with it yet but he would be. He hopes.

And then you sipped it, letting the chocolatey goodness coat your throat and soothe your nerves. You’d never know how big of a deal it was to him. As you looked at him across the couch, his mouth was hung open and the ghost of a grin lingered.

“It really is poisonous isn’t it?” You ask.

“No.” He answers, jaw tightening. “Why do you keep insisting that I’m going to poison you?”

Another crash of thunder alerts you, causing you to jump involuntarily which only made the hot chocolate slosh over the side of the cup and singe the skin of your wrist. A series of curses sputtered off of your tongue and instantly Eddie had grabbed a handful of napkins, offering them to you which you accepted right away, blotting the liquid and watching the skin turn red.

“I-I don’t think you’re going to poison me. It’s a joke.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Why does that bother you so much?”

A sigh falls from his lips, hand running through his lengthy curls. He didn’t exactly know how to formulate the answer into words but he would try.

“I just–I don’t–I’m not like that.”

“Like what? A murderer? Eddie, I know that. I’m just messing around. We hate each other so it just seems fitting.”

His eyes grow two sizes bigger and ten times softer at your statement. His mouth runs without him even thinking but he doesn’t regret it.

“I don’t hate you.”

It takes a moment for you to respond. You’re not as surprised as you should be but you weren’t expecting it either.

“You–you don’t?” Your eyes dart from the beverage back to him as if working out an equation.

“No.”

“Then–then why–what do you call what we’ve been doing this whole time?”

It was a genuine question. If he didn’t hate you then why was he constantly belittling you? Arguing with you? If not in the name of hatred, then what was it all for?

“I couldn’t tell you. I’ve been trying to understand that myself.”

His gaze faltered briefly, insecurely. You’d never seen him with his guard down like this. He did still have those stupid puppy dog eyes, he always had them. But they looked especially sad tonight. Not that you were giving in. What exactly would you be giving in to? Nothing.

“Hold on. You’re the one who started all this. Am I just expected to tell you I don’t hate you? Eddie, you did some seriously messed up shit–”

“I know. I know. Every time I see you I think about it.” It came out strained, as if it physically pained him but what right did he have acting wounded when he was the one who inflicted pain in the first place? You were both aware that he didn’t have that right.

“And to this day you’re still doing some seriously messed up shit like the thing with Steve? If you don’t hate me then what the fuck was that?”

Steve. It wasn’t clear if your bond was completely severed or hanging by a thread. But Eddie played a part in that too and that was more pain and harm done by his hand.

“I don’t know, okay? I keep sabotaging myself, it’s kinda the only thing I’m good at. That’s not an excuse. I’m just trying to make sense of it as much as you are. All I know is that I don’t hate you. And I fully expect you to hate my fucking guts.”

The only person he’d been sabotaging was you. That’s how you saw it. Your life had been on a downward spiral more so when he began showing his face recently. And here he was declaring that he was sabotaging himself and that nothing made sense to him either. You couldn’t buy it. He was the cause of it all, meanwhile he wasn’t even sure of himself what the goal was.

“Eddie. You made me hate myself and you were okay with that.” Tears threatened to resurface but you were able to suck them back. It was a noticeable gesture but at least you weren’t crying again. And his eyes only seemed to grow softer, more bambi like rather than black holes that left you uncertain.

“I was never okay with it.” Before he continued, his mouth seemed to hesitate as he thought about what he said next. The words get stuck on his tongue, he needs to say them but he’s struggling. He shouldn’t be struggling because you deserve to hear what’s lingering in the back of his throat. It’s just that he’s never been good at feelings and has never claimed to be. Fucking this up would mean three steps backwards after he was brave enough to take that first step. He thought of Wayne and the talk they had the previous night, hoping to find some kind of courage because ‘sorry’ was all he was trying to say but how he said it mattered the most. “But I never made any effort to fix it or stop being an asshole and I’m sorry.”

The air was still. Your face displayed no emotion and it was proving difficult to determine how you took to his apology. So he rambled on.

“And the thing with Steve.” Oh boy. “It was nothing. We were messing around not that that makes it any better but honestly we were just looking to get off. Steve came to me cause there were no other dudes in town and he didn’t wanna drive all the way to Indy to find someone. That’s it.”

That’s it?

“That makes me feel so much better.” Sarcasm was laced in your bitter response, your eyes rolling, feeling as heavy as bowling balls before they focused on the babbling idiot on the other side of the couch again.

“Hey, I just said ‘not that it makes it any better’, didn’t I?” It didn’t come off as mean like usual. It came off as more…humorous. But not at your expense. There was no undertone of insult, not with the way the corner of his mouth raised in the most authentically Eddie way. The way you remember from high school. It was the little upturn of his mouth that he really only ever offered you and you were embarrassed to admit to yourself that you noticed. But god, you hadn’t realized how much you missed that cute small dimpled smile until he just flashed it at you. Only for you.

“So Steve is still a huge jackass?” Maybe it was you being delusional from lack of sleep paired with the psychotic events you were being put through but you returned the same humor. Your own tiny upturn of your lips displayed. Only for him. Even if he did take your heart and stomp on it right in front of you years ago.

“That’s up to you. I’m not getting involved.”

His brows raised as he threw his hands up. He’d caused enough chaos to last a lifetime.

“And you’re still a huge jackass?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I am.” Eddie was so sure of his answer and though you were pleased with his reply, something felt achey.

“Are you throwing a pity party?” You tried to divert from the sting you felt, he didn’t warrant any sympathy after all and you were well out of it.

“No. I just really need to grow up.” There was a desperate plea in there somewhere. Not necessarily directed toward you but you detected it nonetheless.

“And it took fucking Steve for that to happen?”

An unexpected decorative pillow was thrown your way, landing in your lap and you couldn’t stifle your laugh. He was in the same boat, cheeks hurting from how wide his grin was and when you tossed the pillow back at his head, he felt his heart in his throat. It thumped uncharacteristically hard, he could feel it in his bones.

“Shut up. It wasn’t fucking, remember? But yeah, I guess King Steve actually did me a favor in a way.”

“By favor do you mean…getting you off–”

“No, god no!” The pillow was again flung into your lap, not too hard, just right as it elicited another giggle from you. “I mean if that didn’t happen then things wouldn’t have happened the way they did. I wouldn’t have gone and bothered my poor uncle late at night and he wouldn't have given me a stern talking to that I honestly needed.”

“Well, whatever he told you it must have worked. You’ve been a lot less jackass-ish today. It’s kinda weirding me out.”

Another pillow to his chest let him know that he was doing okay. He was still the scum of the earth but he was doing okay. The grunt he let out only made you snicker at him from underneath your hand.

“Listen, I’m not always a jackass but when I am good fucking riddance. And I happen to only get that way with you and Steve.”

“Why?”

“I guess–I guess it’s like–well with Steve he was always in the crowd that hated us at school. You know, the nerdy kids, all into DND. Always acted like he was better. Especially since he had money.” Eddie paused, finding himself choked up as he debated his next statement.

You couldn’t deny how pretty he looked in the glow of the orange toned street lights outside. His side profile was something straight out of a renaissance painting, just as you’d observed before. Your finger could delicately trail down the bridge of his nose perfectly. You imagined.

“And with you–I-I fucked up.” He completed his thought.

A moment passed as you sucked in a breath.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah. I was a stupid ass teenager who liked a girl so much he got cocky and ruined everything.”

Liked a girl so much.

Those aren’t the words you should be focusing on yet they’re the only ones that seem to stand out. Were you feeding into misogyny if you kept only hanging onto the parts where he said he liked you? You were so mixed up in so many emotions and it was hard to distinguish what you were supposed to be feeling in the moment.

“You know, I never actually listened to what happened that night. At least from your perspective. I don’t know if I wanna know but we’ve got time to kill so…” Your own form of an olive branch. One that maybe he didn’t deserve but you’d extended it anyway. You were feeling generous and if you really needed to, you could cut that branch.

“I uh–okay.” He began nervously, twisting his rings in his routine habit. “The gist of it is that some jock bet that I couldn’t get you to talk to me and smile.”

You hummed in response, displeased.

“He said something about a hundred dollars but to be honest I didn’t pay a lot of attention.”

“Sure.” You scoff.

“Please just—he—he just started going off about how I wouldn’t be able to do it. And I knew I would because we had been talking for a while. So I figured, why the fuck not? I have reason to talk to this girl I’ve liked for so long who I know will talk to me and laugh at my jokes and I get to make an ass out of this brainless jock. Except, uh that didn’t really happen and I ended up as the ass.”

Disappointment was evident in the way his brows knit together and how his eyes glued themselves to the ground.

“Yeah, you did.”

“And then uh–and then I didn’t stop there as you know. You were there. I said some mean shit.”

He paused to take a deep, thoughtful breath. Eyes fluttering shut before reopening to meet yours again.

“I still say mean shit. But I-uh I wanna work on it.”

“I can respect that.”

“You don’t have to.” Before you can respond he tacks on one more detail that you were curious to see if he’d even address. If he was man enough to bring up. “Oh and uh—the—the whole making out with Chrissy thing. That was a dick move. I did it to spite you. Which was kinda evil. So, I’m sorry for that too.”

“I just need you to know that you really hurt me that night. I don’t care how young we were. It’s haunted me to this day.”

You can’t seem to meet his eyes as you say it, fingers toying with a loose thread on your jeans. His reply is more mature than you’d think to hear from him which only made your head snap up at his admission.

“I’ve hurt you several nights. And I hate that I knew I hurt you and kept hurting you. And I’m sorry. That probably doesn’t mean much coming from me but I am.”

He’d never sounded so sincere in the time you knew him, big brown homely eyes staring at you profoundly. But there was still a lot to unpack and you couldn’t just drop that baggage and forget about it.

“I can’t accept your apology. Not right now anyway. I don’t think you as a man will ever understand the fear and humiliation I felt that night. Every boy in that room cheered you on. I was an item to you all. I was like some prize. I felt like a piece of meat.”

It was true, you’d felt like a display and ever since then, relationships were something you strayed from, unable to trust another human in that way that you’re supposed to when love blossoms.

His posture straightens up and he scoots a centimeter over but never crosses the unestablished boundary that was your side of the couch, doesn’t even come close to it.

“You’re right. I’ll never understand. I never meant to make you feel like a prize or a piece of meat but I did and I can’t imagine how much that traumatized you.”

“It really did. I’ve been scared of liking anyone ever since.” You hadn’t realized you were so okay with being open about it until the words hit the air.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry.” He winced as if he was physically in pain, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I know I can’t really undo everything but um—if you give me like–a week tops I’ll find another job that will let me work nights–”

“Eddie, I think you’re too late.”

“What? No, no I swear I can probably–”

“Eddie.” Your voice was so gentle, something he wasn’t deserving of, something he wasn’t expecting. “I think we’re on the best terms we’ve ever been on since before the incident. Don’t you think the best time to quit would’ve been when we were at each other’s throats? You’re a little late.”

“I mean–”

“Listen, I’m not forgiving you. But I’m not gonna make you quit your job either. I almost quit and the stress of it probably took years off of my life. We’ve both got bills to pay so there’s no use in wasting time on another job hunt.”

Eddie’s head was shaking in disbelief that even with all the shit he put you through, you were still being the kindest person to him. Maybe that’s what made him fall for you the first time. Maybe it’s what was making him fall all over again.

“I don’t get it. You should be punching me in the face.”

“I think you’re forgetting, I said some pretty horrid things to you too. I guess you’re not the only offender here. You’re the biggest offender. But not the only.” Yet again, you were proving to be a much better person than he ever was. He’d admit to himself that what you said to him back then stung, it stung bad. But he wouldn’t admit that to you. “So I’m sorry. For calling you all those names. And saying Steve was right about you being a lowlife. You’re not trailer trash.”

Tears pricked at his eyes for a sliver of a second but he blinked them away before you could make any note of it. He sniffled, playing it off as his normal body language.

“Honestly, you don’t owe me an apology because I am those things. So I don’t accept your apology. Because you were just telling the truth.”

“You’re not those things. You know what you are though?” You grin, glancing down to the paper cup in your hands.

“What?”

Rotating the cup to display his messy handwriting back to him, he cracks a smile.

“Roadkill.”

~end~

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