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v. i want to hold the hand inside you
summary: a collection of moments through the holiday season. also a little bit of insight into eddie's pov. cw: smut (not with eddie), male masturbation, sexual fantasies, two idiots in love trope, eddie's mental anguish a/n: hi i'm back. missed you all and this series. hope it lives up to the hype. around 12.5k words. please continue reading after the fic for an important message regarding this series.
Shuffling down the stairs, you're greeted by the smell of coffee brewing and bacon frying in the kitchen. The grumbling in your stomach reminds you that youâd eaten way too much candy the night before, and that real food was much needed if you were going to get through the day.
When you rounded the corner into the kitchen, you were expecting to be greeted by the master chef Charles at the stove. But instead you were greeted by Tonyaâs beautiful, slightly confused face. With a rag slung over her shoulder and spatula in hand, you watched her attempt to flip what looked like a very, very fried egg.
âYou need some help?â You ask. Tonya jumps, hand on her chest as she catches herself. Clearly she had been in the zone, focused on the task at hand. Although, that didn't seem to keep help her in her food making endeavors.
âJesus, can you be a little louder when you walk in the room next time?âÂ
âSorry Tonnie,â you laugh, moving around her to get a drink from the fridge. âBeen working on walking around as quiet as possible so I donât wake Edâeveryone up when Iâm working.â
Tonya's whole demeanor suddenly shifts. After plating the eggs and setting them aside, she turns her whole body to face you. Your eyes go wide as she takes the stance you know so well; the one she takes before sheâs about to lecture you.
âWhile youâre working?â She asks, an eyebrow quirked in a suspicious fashion.
âY-yeahâŠ" you respond, not liking the way she starts to slowly saunter towards you. "Okay, can we skip the games, please? Whatâs wrong?â
âWhy was there a red cape in your car last night?â
You feel like the room is going to spin. Not wanting to fuss with it you had thrown the costume cape in the back seat when you left Eddieâs last night. By the time you got all of your overthinking in, youâd completely forgotten to grab it and bring it inside.Â
âWhaâI, uhââ
Tonya says your name to cut off your babbling.Â
âIf you wanted to go out and spend Halloween with Sam you could have just told me that.â
âWhat? Oh, god no.â Your nose scrunches in offense at the mere suggestion until you remember that itâs probably normal to want to spend time with the guy youâre dating. âI meanâŠI didnât spend Halloween with Sam.â
âOkaaaay?â She draws the word out, head bobbing as she waits for you to explain yourself. You breath in, looking at her carefully before exhaling with a sigh.
âPromise me you will listen to what I have to say before coming to any conclusions.âÂ
Tonya says your name with a serious tone. You can see the anger starting to brew in her, and you can only hope that once you tell her everything thatâs been going on for the last two months that sheâll understand. The need to rip the band aide off was becoming more apparent, especially when you needed her guidance on some of the thinking you had done.
âPromise me?â You say again, not backing down.
âUgh, fine.â She walks over to the table and sits down, motioning for you to take the seat across from her.Â
âSo, I think the first thing I need to clear up is thatâŠI donât actually have a night job. At least, not in the sense that Iâm getting paid. Itâs a volunteering position.â
You watch the way her mouth tightens, nostrils flaring as she expresses all her unspoken words with her face. But, she doesnât say anything so you keep going.
âItâs something that I signed up for at the very beginning of the semester. Granted, it wasnât supposed to be an overnight thing...but the person Iâm taking care of needed overnight care and I justâI couldnât say no, Tonnie.â
Air blows out between her lips like steam, and you can tell you need to get the rest of the information out to her before she canât hold it in anymore.
âThe reason why I even hid any of this from you is because the person Iâve been taking care of was turned down by everyone else at sign upsâŠbecause he was a murder suspect.â
âOh, no. No, no, no.â Her hands wave in front of her and she shakes her head. âIâm really hoping that I did not hear you right. Because thereâs no way youâre telling me that, you, of ALL PEOPLE, have been spending the last two months babysitting a MURDERER?!â
âHe didnât actually murder anyone!â You shout back. Tonyaâs eyes roll as she throws her hands up dramatically.Â
âWhat does that even mean?!â
âEddie was accused of murder, but he didnât actually do it!â
âEddie?! Eddie who?!â
âHis name is Eddie Munson,â you say, âhe was actually framed by the real murderer. The guy tortured him, Tonya! HisâŠhis body is covered in scars andâŠand he ended up loosing his leg. Like, from the knee down. And he was so sick when I got there. Heâs come such a long way since thenâŠâ
Tonyaâs face is like stone, blinking slowly as you go on about Eddie and all the things youâve helped him accomplish in the last two months. You hadnât even realized that youâd been rambling until the sound of her bedroom door caught your attention.
âCharles is here?â You ask her quietly after the bathroom door closes. You're shocked when she confirms that he had stayed the night. He'd never stayed the night before, at least while you were there.
âWe had a fun night,â Tonya says with a sly smirk. âHeâs probably feeling it this morning.â
âAh, I see,â you nod. The sound of retching coming from the upstairs bathroom had the two of you giggling. Tonya leans in towards you, resting her chin on her hands as she looks at you.
âSo,â she starts, âCan I ask you a side question before we get into this Eddie guy?â
âSure,â you say suspiciously.
âIs Sam real?â
âWhat?â You chuckle. âYeah, heâs real. Why do you ask?â
âWell, I just wanted to make sure he wasnât a lie you made up to go see your little criminal boyfriend.â
You reel back, shocked by the accusations of her statement.
âEddieâs not my boyfriend,â you assure her. But the look on her face tells you sheâs not buying it.
âReally? Because you just talked more about this guy in the last 20 minutes than youâve talked about Sam since you two started dating.â
âWellâŠI spend five days a week with him, so of course I have more to say about Eddie than Sam. ButâŠâ
âButâŠ?â
âWhat bit you in the ass this morninâ?â
Eddie stirs his coco wheat's mindlessly as the Andy Griffithâs Show plays on the TV. If you were to ask Wayne, heâd say Eddie was acting like a cat after it got caught in the rain, all pissy and ready to swat and anyone who looked at him.
âNothinâ,â Eddie grumbles, not bothering to look at his uncle as he spoke. Wayne sighed, grabbing the TV remote and turning it off. He shifts forward on the couch cushion until he was sitting on the edge.
âDid somethinâ happen at the Trick r Treat thing?â
Eddie exhaled, slumping back in the recliner dramatically before finally facing his uncle.
âNothing happened. I justâDid you know she has a boyfriend?â
Wayneâs head tilts to the side. âWhat? No she donât? Told me when she started.â
âWell, she must have lied to you because she told Harrington last night that she was seeing some guy named Sam from her school.â Eddieâs arms cross over his chest like a child with an attitude.
âWhyâd she tell him that?â
âBecause, in typical Harrington fashion, the guy flirts with any girl that crosses his path.â
âSo she told him she had a boyfriend?â
âYep.â
âMaybe she was lyinâ tâem.â
Eddieâs eyebrows shoot up. He hadnât thought about that. He just assumed you hadnât told him because you knew he liked you by now and didnât want to hurt his feelings.
âBut what if sheâs not?â Eddieâs voice is soft in his vulnerability. Heâd told Wayne about his growing feelings for you about a month ago. About how he thought you were beautiful from the first time heâd seen you, but heâd stuffed those feeling down immediately.Â
He tried his best to push you away, hoping that youâd run with your tail between your legs after how rude heâd been to you. But you didnât seem to budge, so he tried to ignore you instead. That obviously didnât work out either. His hopes went up when you saw him on the floor that faithful night. He thought that youâd be so repulsed by him that youâd turn and run on the spot.Â
But, of course you didnât.
You looked at him as if he wasnât a broken man whoâd been beaten and almost eaten alive by supernatural bats. Whoâd been abused and almost murdered by hospital staff who were supposed to be in charge of his life. Who was sent home to a place he didnât know, with barely anything to his name after the Upside Down swallowed his trailer whole.
In hindsight, he almost wishes you had ran. Because this feeling that heâs had every day since has been more painful than any of his scars or shredded limbs. He wishes you had been shallow and vapid, because he would have a reason to hate you, rather than feel lonely whenever you werenât around.Â
And maybe heâd feel less bad about the times heâs touched himself while thinking about how your body presses against his when you help move him to his chair. Or the way your chest brushes against his shoulder when youâve put your arms around him while you watch their DnD games.Â
Shit, heâd only agreed to do physical therapy in the first place because youâd leaned in front of him and practically begged him. Did you know that he could almost see perfectly down your shirt when you did that? He was glad he did it, though, because the strength thatâs slowly being restored to his hands was making it easier to jerk off to the thought of you.
Eddie tried to pushed those thoughts back. He didnât want to feel that way about you. Well, not in this gross, perverted way at least. You didnât deserve that.Â
âIfân sheâs not lyinâ, thenâŠwellâŠâ Wayne settles into a silence. Eddie feels himself getting upset, head titling back to push the impending tears away before they could spill over.Â
It wasnât fair for him to feel this way. He wouldnât have had a chance with you even before everything that happened to him, so why was he getting all worked up as if youâd ever seen him as anything other than a pitiful shell of the man he used to be. No matter how much you poured into him, he would never have enough to return the favor.
Eddie had been distant the last few weeks. Not back to his grumpy self, but more closed off than he had been with you lately. Any time you touched him unprompted, he would pull away or make an excuse to move away from you. He still talked with you, but that teasing banter that he would throw your way was few and far between.Â
It hurt to feel like you were being locked out again, but you didnât question it. Eddie didnât owe you any explanations anyway. But you still couldnât help to over analyze his behaviors every night before falling asleep.
Even now as you sit with him and Wayne and sort through old pictures that Wayne had found after going through their storage unit. Wayne is doing most of the talking, with Eddie chiming in here and there to give short interjections.
âEddie, youâre joking,â you gasp.
It was just a shoebox, but it was filled to the brim with pictures of Eddie when he was little. The picture in question that you were absolutely gushing over was of Eddie and a woman that youâd assumed to be his mom by their matching chocolate button eyes. Her hair was wild like Eddieâs; long red curls teased to high heaven that framed her delicate face. Toddler Eddie was on her hip in a Christmas themed outfit, a huge, baby toothed grin plastered on his face as beamed at his mother. The back of the picture read âEddie & Flo Christmas â68.â
âIâm not,â he says with little enthusiasm. âUnfortunately, I look just like my dad, besides my eyes. Wish I looked more like her, though.âÂ
âNo, look,â you say, pointing at his moms smile. âYou have her smile, too. Dimples and all.â
âHold on,â Eddie says, taking the box and sifting through the pictures. It took him a few minutes to finally pull out a picture before handing it to you.Â
What you werenât prepared to see was a picture of a man who looked practically identical to Eddie, sans the long hair and clad in a military uniform. Next to him was a younger Wayne Munson, dressed in a leather jacket and with a much fuller head of hair. You studied the picture a bit before flipping it over.
âAllan and Wayne April 1970 Day of Departureâ
âYour dad was in Vietnam?â You ask, looking at the picture again, still mesmerized at the resemblance.
âYeah, he got drafted and shipped out a month before my 5th birthday,â Eddie said with indifference.
âI thought you could be excused from the draft if you were married with kids?â
âAl and Flo werenât married,â Wayne interjected. âAnd Al was dead set Eddie wasnât his so he didnât even show up to his birth. Iâs there, though, cause I knew Flo wasnât like those other girls he was chasinâ after. And when I tell you I wanted nothin more's to kick my brotherâs ass as soon as I saw that little face for the first time.âÂ
Wayne grabs the box from the coffee table and shuffles around it a bit until he found a picture. He looks at it for a moment before handing it to you. âPoor Flo did all that time cookinâ that one there for him to come out lookinâ exactly like his daddy.â
The picture was of Eddieâs mother in her hospital bed, wild red hair tied up and looking exhausted. But her smile was wild, and she was flashing a peace sign at the camera. An even younger Wayne was holding a bundled up new born Eddie proudly in his arms, holding him up in a way that shows off Eddieâs chubby baby face. He really did look like his dad, the Munson genes definitely being more dominant.
You flip the picture over to read the back.
âFlorence, Wayne, and Edward May 13th, 1965.â
Wayne fished out more pictures of Eddie as a baby, and you cooed over every single one, much to Eddieâs dismay. Through this you discovered Eddieâs middle name was James after his late grandfather that passed on the strong Munson genes to his father.
You couldnât help but feel bad for Eddieâs mother, though. She was only 17 when she had Eddie, and her strict parents kicked her out because of it. Thankfully, Eddieâs grandparents took her in and Al apparently came around and stepped up when he held Eddie for the first time.Â
They stayed living all together until Al was drafted. But not long after, Eddieâs mom got really sick. She had been hiding it, hoping that it would go away on itâs own, until it had suddenly gotten worse. Wayne moved back home to help raise Eddie when his mother started getting sick. She died in 1971, a week before Al was set to come home from Vietnam.Â
âThatâs when he started gettinâ in trouble. Flo had whipped him into shape in a way not even the military could accomplish. And when she was gone before he could say goodbyeââ
âCan I go outside?â Eddieâs hand wipes over his eyes harshly. He scoots to the edge of the chair and reaches out for his wheelchair. You jump up at his request, getting his chair situated for him before helping him into it. He clung to you for a moment longer than he normally would, but you didnât mind.
âLet me get your coat,â Wayne says, pushing off the couch. When heâs just out of earshot, you look at Eddie, his eyes glassy and downcast as if deep in thought, and tap him on the shoulder.
âHey, do you think that when you have kids theyâll be clones of you, too?â
Eddieâs posture straightens, his eyes wide when he meets yours.Â
âWhat? I, um, I donâtââ He clears his throat and shifts in his seat. âI havenât really thought about it. Didnât really plan on kids anyway.â
âOh, really? I guess thatâs understandable. Not everyone wants kids.â
âDo you?â
âHmm, maybe one day,â you shrug. âNot really rushing to have one right now or anything. More focused on school and taking care of you.â Eddie smiles, but ducks his head to hide it from you.Â
âWell, I guess Iâm good practice for taking care of one,â he says.
âNo, youâre way harder to take care of.â He barks out a laugh, rolling away from you to meet Wayne half way to the door.Â
While the two of them go outside to smoke, you busy yourself in the kitchen putting away the Thanksgiving dinner you and Wayne had put together, with Eddieâs help on stirring duty. Ben had come by and ate with all of you, seemingly more comfortable being around while you were at the Munsonâs residence with his more frequent visits.
It didnât take you long to clean up. Wayne had apologized all morning for the dinner not being anything fancy, and you reassured him every time that you didnât care. Youâd been used to spending Thanksgiving with just your grandparents, and then just your grandma for so long that youâd never made much of a big deal out of the holiday like others do.Â
Sam specifically told you on multiple occasions about how everyone in his family makes a very big deal about holidays. Apparently they were also looking forward to meeting you, which came as a shock considering he hadnât even asked you to go, he just assumed you would. When you told him it felt like it was way too soon to meet his family, he seemed bummed but thankfully didnât press further.
âDamnit, I told ya sheâd be in here cleaninâ up, Eds,â Wayne hollers from the living room.
âIâm sorry, I canât help it!â
âWeâre gonna have to start paying her if sheâs gonna start doing the maidâs job,â Eddie says, rolling into the kitchen and up to the fridge. He goes to grab for a beer, but you call for him, stopping him in his tracks.
âEddie, if you have a beer this late you canât take your pain meds.â
âThatâs fine,â Eddie says, plucking the beer from the door and presenting it to you. âI wasnât gonna take it tonight anyway.â
âWhat? Why?â
âWanna try and get used to not having it.â
You want to argue with him, but heâs giving you that wet, sad look that he knows will get you to fold. And you do, snatching the beer from his hands and popping the tab open.Â
He holds his hand out to grab it from you, but you decide to fuck with him a bit and take a sip of it yourself. It tastes like nasty cheep beer, but you do your best to remain as neutral as possible, even letting out an âahhhâ after you swallow.
Eddie looks up at you with pure shock, frozen in place like he was petrified. It makes you laugh as you place the can back in his hand, waiting a moment for him to grab it before letting go.
âY-you can have it if you want,â he stutters, not moving.
âItâs okay, Eddie, I was just messing with you,â you say, placing a hand on his shoulder as you walk past him out of the kitchen.
Eddie thrusts sloppily into his folded pillow, held together by his body weight as he lays on top of it. It took a lot of trial and error, but Eddieâs found this to be the most effective way for him to get off when his hands are too sore to just jerk off.Â
He didnât mind it though, because this set up made it feel more real to him. He didnât have any frame of reference to know what it felt like to fuck a real pussy, but the friction of his pillowcase felt good enough that he was able to bypass the texture if he just focused on the fantasies in his head.Â
All of them revolved around you, of course. He tries to stave off of giving into his urges. Especially considering he usually had to look you in the face at some point after. He felt like he was going to give himself some kind of pavlov response if he allowed himself to jerk off from any small domestic gesture that you threw his way.
Today was a bit too much for him, though. Heâs happy you came over since he fully expected you to ditch him and Wayne for some other plans.
But you didnât.
Not only did you come over, but you came over early, dressed up in an outfit that had Eddie fighting off a hard on from the moment you arrived. And basically acted as if youâd been part of the family for years rather than only knowing them for a few months. You were a natural addition to the Munson clan and that played on Eddie's mind a lot when he thought about you like this.
And when you took a sip of Eddieâs beer before giving it to himâŠEddie was ashamed to even think about how much that affected him. Not only was it practically an indirect kiss, but heâd never seen you let loose like that, even if it was just a sip. You felt comfortable around him to blur that line of professionalism that you tried to keep up when you cared for him, and Eddie was letting the delusions run rampant.
âHaaa, fuck,â he whines into his other pillow as he ruts into the makeshift pussy that he desperately wishes was yours. Heâs imagining you lying under him, his bare chest pressing into your back as he plows into you from behind. He thinks about how youâd be calling out his name. Are you vocal in bed, or would you be biting into his pillow like he is now to keep himself quiet?
Eddie pulls his shirt back up to his nose and your scent that rubbed off on it filled his nostrils, sending him over the edge. He cums suddenly with a low groan, spurts of white cum spilling in between the fold of the sandwiched pillow. His breath hitches, eyes going in and out of focus as he cums harder than he ever has before.Â
After catching his breath, Eddie pushes himself over and onto his back. He lays there, waiting for the guilt to creep in like it always does. He thinks back to your conversation earlier, about him wanting kids. It kills him.Â
Did you really think he would ever have the chance to have kids? Besides not knowing if his swimmers even work after what he went though, he would have to meet someone who would treat him with even a fraction of the kindness you give him. And then heâd have to convince them that he was worthy enough for their love and not a burden.Â
You saying you want kids one day hurt even worse. It was a feasible dream for you, to start a family with someone you loved. Eddie had barely thought about kids, but now heâs laying here thinking about what a normal life would be like with you. A house with a white picket fence, two kids, a dogâŠ
Tears rolled down Eddieâs temples and disappeared into his sweaty hair line. He grabbed the soiled pillow and pulled off the pillowcase, carefully pulling it inside out and tossing it into his laundry basket. He pulled his comforter over himself to hide away from the world.Â
The bed shakes as Sam lands on his back next to you. He saysâŠsomething, but youâre too busy in your own head to catch it. The ache between your legs tries to get your attention as well, but you would rather listen to Sam speak than address that right now.
âHey, are you okay?â Samâs hand waves in front of your face and you force yourself to smile when you look at him. âDid I really blow your mind that much?â
âHmm? Oh, yeah,â you nod enthusiastically, probably overdoing it. You feel an ick wash over you when he smiles triumphantly. He leans in to kiss you and you turn your head so that his lips hit your cheek.
âIâm gonna go get us some water. Feel free to use my bathroom to clean up.â You lay still until Sam leaves the room, holding your breath until youâre sure heâs gone.Â
Jumping up from the bed, you grab your clothes and quickly redress. You canât find your tights but at this point you donât even care, you just want to get out of there as fast as you can. Sam is standing in the hallway with a glass of water when you open the bedroom door. He looks at you up and down with confusion.
âYou okay?â He asks.
âYeah, I, uhâŠI forgot that I promised to help Tonya put up Christmas decorations tomorrow.â You move past him, but he grabs your arm to stop you.
âDo you have to leave right now?â He asks, a distressed look on his face.
âIâm sorry, but I probably should. Tonya likes to get up early to start the process and--â
âOkay, I understand,â Sam says, taking a deep breath in. âCan I, um, I wantâI need to ask you something before you go.â
Your heart feels like itâs dropped into your stomach, nauseating you instantly. You have a sneaking suspicion that you know what heâs going to ask, but you really donât think you can do this right now.
âCan we talk about it later? I think itâs supposed to start snowing soon,â you say, pulling your arm from his grasp. âReally want to get home before the roads get badââ
âWill you be my girlfriend?â
The reaction your body had to his question was similar to one you would have if you heard nails on a chalkboard. If the ground opened up and swallowed you whole right now youâd be thankful for a quick escape from this situation.Â
You relaxed your body and looked at Sam. Heâs a nice guy, truly, but after everything that transpired in his bedroomâŠ
âSamâŠâ
âYeah?â His puppy dog eyes are making this harder than you want it to be.
âIâŠ.â You sigh, âI need to think about it. Iâm going through a lot with finals coming up and taking care of EdâI mean, Mr. Munson--â
âBut youâre almost done with both of those? Christmas break is just around the corner, and I really would like you to meet my family.â
âWait, what do you mean Iâm almost done?â
âWell, youâre finals are, like, a week and a half away. And next week is your last week for the volunteer program so you wonât be needing to go to Hawkins anymore. We called all the families and let them know so that they could make other arrangements a week or two ago.â
All the air around you felt like it was sucked away. Wayne didnât tell you that he had gotten a call. Was he even going to bring it up? Did he just expect you to up and leave him and Eddie?
âSam, I really need to go,â you say with a strained breath. You donât give him much of a chance to answer before youâre grabbing your coat and heading out his front door. Snow was already starting to stick to the ground as you got to your car. Sam stood at his front door, still in his boxers as you got in your car and drove off.
Driving on autopilot, your brain began to recall and process exactly what happened while you were with Sam. He had been off putting ever since you saw him after Thanksgiving, but you almost felt bad for him. All this time you convinced yourself that this really attractive guy was giving you attention and you just weâre being grateful for it.Â
But today solidified for you that you couldnât deny the way you were feeling anymore. Not when the whole time the two of you were having sex, you couldnât get Eddie out of your head. Every touch, every thrust, you could only think about Eddie being the one on top of you making you feel good. Youâre pretty sure you would have cum if it was actually Eddie.
The feelings you had for Eddie sat behind a glass wall inside your mind ever since you were able to pour your heart out to Tonya. But, no matter how much you wanted to, you knew you could never act on them. It would go against every code of conduct for you to have a romantic relationship with a patient. You could potentially get kicked out of nursing school if you were ever found out.
Not to mention you had no idea if Eddie would even accept your feelings. Sure, he has come out of his shell and let you into his life in more ways that you had imagined when you first met him. But, you didnât want to delude yourself into thinking it was anything deeper than an appreciation for the care youâve given him. Eddie and Wayne were good people, and you didnât want to mistake that kindness for anything more than what it was.
But, fuck, did it suck to find out you might only have one more week to spend with them.
Between the thick snowflakes and the racing of your mind, you didnât notice the way the road was getting icier as the snow continued to fall. A turn snuck up on you in the heavy snowfall and you slammed on the brakes to slow down, but your car continued to slide across the snowy road.Â
Your car fishhooks before the back end whips around, sending you spinning into a ditch. Itâs not a deep one, but the lack of traction under your tire sends them spinning with barely any movement from your car. You curse under your breath, all of your emotions bubbling up until you smack your steering wheel out of frustration.
After taking a few minutes to cool off, you take a look around you to assess your surroundings. Itâs hard to see much, the back road youâre on has no streetlights and youâre not sure if youâd be able to see any house lights even if you were in someoneâs yard. You start to panic, unsure of what youâre next move should be. You donât have enough gas to wait out the night, but you should still have an emergency blanket in your trunk.
You have to hype yourself up to leave your car, moving as fast as you could to the back. As you went to open the trunk, fumbling with your keys lead to dropping them in the white snow at your feet. Your eyes stung as your tears began to gather, the cold wind instantly chilling them.Â
Without a second thought, you let out a loud scream into the dark night sky. You felt around for your keys, the cold metal biting your already cold hands as you finally opened your trunk, only to find it empty. Thatâs when you remember that you had taken the blanket out of your trunk and thrown it in your back seat for the trunk r treat night.
The trunk of your car slams hard enough to make the car shake, and you practically rip the door off the hinge when you grab the blanket.
Just as youâre about to get back in your front seat whe a light comes into view from the down the road. Relief washes over you when you can see itâs a car coming your way. You jump up and down, waving your hands around to get the cars attention, the big truck rolling to a stop next to you.
âAre you okay, darlinâ?â A little old womanâs voice calls from the rolled down window.
âNo,â you yell with a pathetic sniffle. The driver side door of the truck opens and a little old man jumps out and rounds the front. He lets you inside and you slide into the bench seat between the two.
The couple apparently heard you scream from their house and came out to check what was going on. The snow was so thick you didnât even realize their house was only a few hundred feet away from your car. The woman made you a hot drink as you used their phone to call for someone to pick you up.
âHello?â Wayneâs gruff voice could have been intimidating to hear if it was anyone else calling the Munson house this time of night.
âWayne, itâs me.â
You thank the older couple profusely for everything before bounding out to the truck waiting for you in their driveway. It had taken Wayne almost 45 minutes to get to you with all of the snow, but he promised he would get to you even if it took hours.
When you pulled open the passenger door, you were surprised to see Eddie sitting there with a worried look.
âEddie, I didnât know you were coming.â
âBoy was worried sick âboutâcha,â Wayne calls from the other side of Eddie.
âWayne,â he groans, scooting over on the bench seat to make room for you.Â
âAw, that was really sweet of you to be worried about me,â you tease, leaning your head on his shoulder to push his buttons a little bit more. Eddie adverts his gaze, mumbling a whatever under his breath making Wayne chuckle.
Wayne backs out of the driveway and starts the journey to Tonyaâs. The conversation is light until Wayne asks what you were doing out so late at night during a snow storm.
âI was out with some of my classmates,â you lie, not wanting to bring up being with Sam. The thought of him only brought all of the thoughts you had earlier in the night to the forefront of your mind, and you were suddenly very aware of how much of your body was touching Eddieâs in this cramped seating arrangement.Â
The chill of the night had been cut by his natural body heat against you, making you subconsciously curled into him at some point during the drive. You went to pull away, but his body started to move with yours until he was leaning into you.
âSorry,â he said, trying to adjust himself, âI usually lean against the door to keep my balance.â
âOh my god, Eddie, Iâm sorry,â you say, moving closer to him again. âI would have sat in the middle if I had known.âÂ
âItâs okay,â he says quietly before you felt his body weight leaning against you again.Â
The small talk dwindled into a peaceful quiet as Wayne drove the country road with ease. The snow has started to ease up, almost completely stopped by the time you saw the city marker indicating you were close to being home.
As you were leaning into Eddieâs shoulder, you felt a bit of weight fall on top of your head, your vision slightly obstructed by curly brown hair that fell over your face. Eddieâs light snores next to your ear was all the confirmation you needed that heâd fallen asleep and was using you as a pillow.Â
A warm, bubbly feeling filled you at the sudden closeness. Even a small interaction like this made you feel a million times more exultant than youâve ever felt with Sam. Or anyone for that matter.Â
âWayne,â you called to the older man, wanting to distract yourself from your thoughts. He hummed in response, his hat covered head tilting slightly in your direction while his eyes remained on the snowy roads. âTonight one of myâŠfriends from class, they mentioned something about this week being the last week of our volunteer work.â
Wayne went rigid in his seat, shifting to sit upright again. He cleared his throat, visibly becoming more distraught with each passing second.
âYeah, I guess thatâs right, isnât it? I, umâŠâ Wayne ran a hand over his mouth, rubbing it back and forth against the stubble before it landed back on the steering wheel.Â
ââve been-- been trying, ya know, to get someone to take over nights. I thought about askinâ Hop, but heâs done enough for us. Plus heâs got family now, so sânot fair to ask him. Could come off the nights, but that shift diff is really gettinâ us by.â Wayne nods his head to the side, âEd says he can stay home by himself, but I justâŠI canât have em fallinâ and not beinâ able to get emself up. Lord forbid he fall and break his hip er somethinâ.â
âSoâŠit sounds like you havenât found anyone?â
Wayne sighs, shaking his head. âWell, thatâs notâŠâ He pauses, letting out a huff of air through his nose. âThere is someone who is willing to come a couple nights a week if we need âemâŠâ
âBut?â You press, curious as to who this person might be.
âButâŠIâll just say heâs not my first pick to take responsibility for anyone.â
âI see,â you say, looking down at where Eddieâs thigh is pressed against yours, the end of his jeans smoothed over the amputation spot where youâd sewn the end shut for him.
âCan I ask why you didnât ask me if I could keep coming over?â
Wayne was still, like he was holding his breath.Â
âI, um, weâŠâ
âItâs okay,â you cut him off. âI shouldnât have put you on the spot like that. If you donât want me to keep coming I totally understand--â
âNo, no! Thatâs not it at all,â Wayne says defensively. âWe both kinda assumed that you werenâtâŠallowed to.â
âOhâŠwell I donât think thereâs anything that says I couldnât keep coming over? Itâs not like Iâm being paid, so I donât think Iâm violating any of my schoolâs rules. And heâs been doing so well, it wouldnât be any different than if anyone else came over to stay with him.â
The truck was quiet for a moment, except for the directions you gave Wayne as he turned into Tonyaâs neighborhood. Once he pulled into the empty driveway, he shift the old beater truck into park and turned to look at you. You must have been quite a sight sitting there with his nephew practically on top of you as he snoozed away. But you still smiled up at him, even as he shook his head at the two of you.
âSo, I donât want you to say yes just because I told you I was havinâ trouble. Okay? Promise me if you say yes that itâs not outta pity.â
âI promise,â you say, crossing your fingers for him to see.
âAlright, well, if itâs not gonna cause you any issue, would you be able to keep cominâ down to stay with Ed at night? It doesnât have to be every day. Like I said, I got someone who said he can stay a night or two a week if we need âemââ
âCan I ask who it is youâre talking about?â
âItâs, uh, itâs a guy Ed went to school with. Heâs a little older--names Rickâtheyâve been friends since Eddie was a freshmanââ
âRick? Like Reefer Rick?â You question, Eddieâs weight on you being the only thing keeping you from jumping out of your seat.
âWell, yeah, thatâs him. I guess Eddie mustâve talked bout him by now.â
âHe hasnât told me much about him. But, he did come over one day after youâd already left for work when the boys were over.â
âAh, yeah, I forgot Eddie told me he came by,â Wayne nodded.
âI guess I understand why you donât want him to be the one to stay over.âÂ
âYeah, heâs justâŠnot a very responsible kid,â Wayne says with a shake of his head.
âThatâs likeâŠthe nice way to put it, I suppose.âÂ
Eddie suddenly lifts his head from your shoulder, his tired, confused eyes scanning his surroundings before looking at you. He smiles, breathing in harshly as he stretches, one arm going forward and the other behind you.Â
âHi,â he breathes out, his voice groggy and low from just being asleep. It does that thing to you where it goes straight from your ears to between your legs.Â
âHi Eddie,â you giggle, looking up at his dopey, half asleep still expression. Wayne clears his throat and Eddieâs whole body turns to look at him, then all around once more as if heâs only just noticing his surroundings for the first time.
âWhere are we?â He asks with pinched brows.
âMy house,â you say, taking that as your cue to grab your things and exit the vehicle.
âShit, that was a quick drive,â Eddie says running a hand over his eyes.
âQuick only cause you used that poor girl like a mattress while you slept,â Wayne quips.Â
âI did? Damn, Iâm sorry,â Eddie apologizes, his eyes wide as if panicked.
âOh, I didnât care,â you say as you opened the car door, the cold air hitting you straight to the bone and making you shiver. But even with the winter air trying to turn you into a popsicle, you still took your time getting out, not wanting to make Eddie lose his balance and fall.Â
Once Eddie was situated back in the passenger seat, you gave the two men your goodbyes, promising Wayne to finish the conversation when you come by on Monday.
The Munson men waited in the drive way to make sure you got inside okay, waving back to you as they took off down the road.
Every day for the next week felt like a rollercoaster.Â
Sunday consisted of Tonya taking you to get your car and you ignoring phone calls from Sam. You and Tonya also decorated the house together, so you technically didnât lie to Sam when you left.
Monday you were almost late to class, doing your best to wait until the last second to pull into the schools parking lot so as to avoid Sam in case he was waiting for you. You felt bad for not giving him an answer before you left him on Saturday. But after an all day conversation with Tonya that started with telling her that you couldnât get Eddie out of your head while you were having sex with Sam and ended with you guys talking about what colours you think Eddie would like if you ever got married one day, you figured you should probably cut things off with him.
You were never good at telling anyone no, this much you knew about yourself. And if you were completely honest, you were a little worried that if you didnât wait until the right time that Sam might puppy dog eye you into changing your mind. But, you had to be strong. If you could just get through until next Wednesday after finalsâŠ
Speaking of finals. After some discussion with the Munson men, it was decided that you would keep coming to stay with Eddie over night until further notice. Both of them seemed to be relieved, although Eddie did say he wanted to keep working on building his strength so that Wayne would feel comfortable enough to let him be alone at some point in the future.
Once that was settled, you immediately made a deal with Eddie, making him your personal exam study buddy. Every day he quizzed you, went through flash cards with you, and looked over your homework for you, handing it back if he didnât think the answer you gave matched what the textbook said.
âI feel like I could be a nurse after all of this,â Eddie said, placing the thick deck of flash cards down on the side table. The flipping between the cards had been serving as a good exercise for building up his hand dexterity, but often left them a little sore by the time youâd gone through all of them.
âI think Iâd pay good money to see you in one of my schoolâs nursing uniforms,â you tease, standing up to refill his cup.
âGood money, huh? Like, maybe a college tuitionâs worth?â He calls back from his chair. You bark out a laugh.
âYouâd have to put that uniform to good use for me to shell out that kind of cash, if you know what I mean.â Eddie howls at your suggestive words.
âDonât know how good of a dancer Iâd be with only one leg, sweetheart!â
After a long week of studying, Friday finally rolled around and it was time to fulfill your part of the bargain.Â
With Eddie in the passenger seat, the two of you set off towards Castleton Square in Indianapolis. The roads were busy, full of people with the same idea as you and Eddie; last minute Christmas shopping.Â
Youâd lied to Wayne about where you were going per Eddieâs request. He knew that if he told Wayne where he was going that he would try and give him money to buy his gifts.Â
But ever since his disability checks (finally) started coming in, Eddie had secretly been saving some on the side so that he could get some things for everyone for Christmas.
That included Wayne, and he wasnât about to use the manâs own money to buy him a Christmas gift. So, as far as Wayne knew, the two of you were going to see Grant and his girlfriend's new apartment.Â
âDamn, this place is packed,â Eddie said, head on a swivel as you tried to navigate the mallâs parking lot without taking out a pedestrian.Â
âNo kidding,â you say, pulling up towards one of the mallâs entrances.Â
âIâm gonna let you out here,â you say, flipping on your blinkers. Once Eddie is situated in his chair, you wait for him to wheel inside the first set of doors before taking off to park.Â
After 20 minutes of searching and briefly getting into it with a 70 year old over a handicap spot, you finally make your way to the mall entrance. It was just as crazy inside of the mall as youâd expected it to be with Christmas only a few more days away. People of all different background suddenly become unified by their arms being full of copious amounts of shopping bags.Â
Eddie sat just inside the doors, eyes flickering across his surroundings, as if anticipating something. But as you enter into the crowded mall, his anxiousness seems to melt away as soon as his gaze meets yours.Â
âYou okay?â You ask, grabbing your purse from his lap.Â
âYeah, yeah,â he says, waving his hand at you. âIâm justâŠscoping the place out. For stores to shop in.â He saves himself at the last moment and you decide to let that excuse be enough for you.
To say the mall was pure chaos was an understatement. Many of the stores were restocking shelves at a record speeds, people fighting over toys and clothes and shoes that they HAD to have, lest little Tommy or Susie not get everything on their Christmas list. Every bench was filled to the brim with husbands and dads left in charge of bag duty while their wives wrack up their credit cards in the name of Christmas spirit.
Thankfully, no one wanted to be the person that's a dick to the guy in the wheelchair during the holiday season, so navigating the crowds was a little easier than you anticipated. The two of you bobbed and weaved through the stores, picking up a few things here and there for your respective friends and loved ones. Eddie was even brave enough to do a little shopping on his own while you ran to the bathroom.
Once the two of you regrouped, you took in Eddieâs haggard appearance and decided to call for a cookie break.
âDamn, what do they put in these things?â Eddie asks, his eyes closing as he takes another bite of his double chocolate cookie.
âI donât know,â you say, sitting on the edge of a cement planter, not a single available seat in sight, âbut whatever it is should probably be illegal. I could probably eat 10 of these things.â
âMmm, agreed,â he says with a mouth full of cookie.Â
The two of you sit and enjoy your treats in silence. Not out of neglect for the other, but out a mutual curiosity as you people watch.
 It was interesting to come to your own conclusions about people with only a snapshot of their lives like this, and it makes you wonder how people must be perceiving you and Eddie together. Are people assuming the two of you are dating? You couldnât blame people for thinking that, but what else were they thinking about you? Do the two of you even look good together?
âLook mommy! What is that?â
The voice of a little boy catches your attention. A small pointed finger in your general direction makes you feel uneasy as you automatically assume the child must be pointing at Eddie. Sure, a man in a wheelchair has the potential to puzzle a child, but you didnât know how Eddie would react to this kind of attention in a raw, childlike form.
âThatâs called a mistletoe, dear,â the stressed mother answers, eyes looking your direction for a brief moment. Except, you notice her gaze lands just above you, prompting you to tilt your head back. And youâd be damned to find a small mistletoe handing from a thin string from the ceiling tile above you.Â
âHuh,â you hear Eddie say next to you. The sudden realization that the mistletoe is hanging above yours and Eddieâs head has heat rising to your cheeks. You keep your head locked while your eyes shift to look at Eddie out of your peripheral.Â
Sure enough he was looking at it, too.Â
âDidnât see that there before.â The words spill from your mouth without much forethought. Eddie clears his throat, and you steal another quick glance at him. His cheeks have an ever so slight pink tint to them, which only makes your stomach do flips.
Eddie has play flirted and said his fair share of raunchy jokes with you in the recent weeks. Never really giving as much of a hint of embarrassment in his actions, you assumed that he felt comfortable enough with yourâŠfriendship? That he didnât care to treat you like one of his boys.
Given your newly realized feelings, itâs admittedly stung a bit. However, the reaction heâs giving now at being caught under a mistletoe with you is only fueling any delusions that youâve ever entertained between the two of you.
âMeâme either,â he stutters, his eyes shifting down to the floor tiles beneath him. His bashfulness drives you crazy, and you have the sudden intrusive thought to just kiss him. And you almost consider it, if it wasnât for the potential awkwardness that would result from your potential misreading of the moment.
âHave-have you, um, everâŠyou know?â Eddie chokes on almost every word, leg bouncing against the pedal as he speaks.
âIâm sorry, have I everâ?â
âEver kissed. Like, under the mistletoe or whatever.â Eddie clarifies, gesturing to the decoration while still avoiding eye contact.
âO-oh, um,â you think for a moment of every kiss youâve ever had in your life and suddenly blanking. âMaybe once or twice. In, like, middle school or high school. What about you?â
Eddie shifts in his chair, âNo, no, itâsâŠIâve not before. Not that I wouldnât,â Eddie looks at you, then turns away again. âI mean, Iâve never been under one with someone before.â
âDo you want one?â
Eddie stills, blinking slowly as he processes your words.
âDo I want a kiss?â
You nod.
âI mean I guess I wouldnât be againstââ
Eddie is quieted by the sudden contact. You press your lips against his cheek, landing on the edge of the large scar. Itâs only for a moment, but it feels like a lifetime to Eddie.Â
When you pull away, you do your best to maintain composure. Giving him a forced smile, you rise from your seat to look at him straight on.
âThere you go,â you say, hands landing on your hips. âNow you can say youâve had your first mistletoe kiss.â
âEddie, Eddie, shhh itâs okay.â
Pulling him into you, you run a hand up and down his back soothingly in an attempt to calm Eddieâs still sleeping form. Screams of terror begin to fade out into small moans and whimpers the more you comfort him.Â
Slowly he wakes, his arms wrapping around you as he begins to sob. You donât ask him about his dreams, or rather, his nightmares. Youâre sure that it would only make things worse, so you just let him cry himself back to sleep against you.
ââOh, shit, sorry.â
Your eyes shoot open at the sound of Wayneâs voice. You hadnât even realized youâd fallen asleep, still leaning against the head of Eddieâs bed as he snored in your lap.
âNo, itâs okay,â you whisper yawn, gently lifting Eddieâs head until you could place a pillow under it. Tiptoeing out of Eddieâs room, you join Wayne in the hallway, who looks like he just got home.
âSorry if I woke ya,â Wayne says in a low voice.
âItâs okay, really,â you say rubbing your eyes. âI didnât mean to fall asleep. He had another night terror so I was just trying to settle him down s'all.â
Wayne hums, a hint of disbelief in his tone. You thought about pressing the matter, but figured doubling down would only push Wayne into believing whatever he already convinced himself more. Besides, getting a couple more hours of sleep before the weekend officially started sounded like something you wanted to take advantage of.
When you did finally wake up, you did your normal Saturday morning routine before your morning shift at the coffee shop. After getting dressed, you place a full glass of water and a little cup full of his morning meds on Eddieâs nightstand and pull out a fresh pair of clothes for him to put on after he wakes up. As you go to leave, you glance over to the newly wrapped gifts that sit below the Munsonâs Charlie Brown inspired Christmas tree and think about how you wish you had seen Wayneâs face when he saw them earlier.Â
Your work day flew by. The nonstop in and out of shoppers getting their morning caffeine fix or their afternoon refill kept you constantly moving. And before you knew it, you were grabbing your own cup to go and heading out the door to trek the the almost 3 hour drive from work to your home town.
Once you made it to Anderson, you stopped by a local flower shop, one that youâd been going to since you were a kid, to pick out some nice flowers to leave at the graves of your parents and grandparents. The owner made some small talk with you, asking about school and how Tonya was doing.
The mentioning of your friend reminded you that you still needed to give her the gift youâd gotten her before she left to visit Charles' family for the holiday. You were thankful that the Munsonâs asked you to join them Christmas day, otherwise youâd be spending the holiday by yourself for the first time in your life.
With your flowers in hand, you placed each bundle at the graves. You spent a good amount of time with each one, talking with the markers as if your loved ones were there and listening. Youâre not sure how long you were there. But eventually the cold became too much and you had to leave.Â
Driving out of the cemetery was always really hard. Your parents had been gone long enough now that youâd come to peace with them being gone. It still hurt, but didnât feel as much like salt in a wound as your grandparents. But, the deep sadness you normally felt was lighter than usual. The thought of your next destinationâback to the same mall you had spent the evening with Eddie inâmade you feel like you had a purpose for the first time in a long while.
Youâre sure he hadnât noticed, but you had kept your eye on Eddie as he shopped around. Anything he took interest in as the two of you perused the mall you took note of, fully planning on returning to pick out some to gift him. You doubt that he go you anything, but that didnât really matter to you. You wanted to get him things he wanted, knowing he wasnât going to spend the money on himself.
âWhatâs W.A.S.P?â Tonya mumbles through a mouth full of sugar cookie as she flips a cassette case in her hand. Her eyes go wide as she reads the track titles on the back.
âTheyâre a metal band,â you say, grabbing it from her and centering it the middle of your wrapping paper. âJeff gave Eddie a shirt of theirs, so Iâm guessing he must like them.âÂ
âGirl, one of those tracks was called Ballcrusher,â she says with a concerned look that made you laugh.
âHey, Iâm not here to judge,â you shrug, wrapping the cassette nicely and laying it next to a few more that were already wrapped. âItâs cooler than the ovenmits you got Charles.â
âExcuse you, he asked for new mits.â Tonya points her half eaten cookie at you before taking another bite. âAnd I think they fit his personality very well.â
âTheyâre plain beige,â you say monotonally.
âExactly,â Tonya nods with a smile. âPlain and beige, and safe.â
You tsk and roll your eyes, mumbling a little whatever as you organize your gifts. Some might say you went a little overboard for someone who youâve only been taking care of for just shy of 5 months. But, it was hard to narrow anything down when you envisioned Eddieâs face as he opened all of his new possessions. It was enough to justify theâŠ8âŠ9âŠ11 things you got for him.Â
âCan I tell you somethingâŠâ
You look over at Tonya, who seems to be unable to contain a smile as she waits for you to answer.
âOf course,â you say, turning to give her your full attention.
âOkay, so, I know itâs the holiday season or whatever, and I could totally be wrong. ButâŠâ
âBut?â
âButâŠâ She takes a deep breath in. â...I think Charlie is going to propose to me at his familyâs Christmas.â
You shoot up straight in your chair. A few months ago you might not have been so keen on this speculation, but the last few months Charles seems to have loosened up a bit. You also stopped caring about him taking your parking spot considering you were hardly here much anyway between school, work, and being at the Munsonâs.Â
âOh my god. What? Why do you think that?â
âSo, we went and did some Christmas shopping at that new outlet mall the other day. And while I was in the bathroom, he thought he would be slick and went into a jewelry shop. When I came out I saw him through the window and Iâm, like, 99 percent positive he was looking at rings!â
The two of you gush and squeal over the prospect of Tonyaâs future nuptials. Talks of colours and styles of dresses fill the room as the two of you talk for hours.Â
âYou know,â Tonya starts from the other side of the shower curtain, âEven if you are the maid of honor, Iâm putting my foot down about one thing.â
âOh, yeah,â you ask before spitting out your tooth paste into the sink, âAnd what might that be?â
âIf you plan on bringing Eddie as a plus one, I have to at least meet him once before the actual wedding.â
You feel your cheeks heating up a bit. âIâŠI donât see why that couldnât be arrangedââ
âIdeally, Iâd also like the two of you to have confessed your love for each other by then, tooââ
âStoooooooop, you donât know that heâs in love with me. This could be totally one sided.â
âOr,â Tonya pokes her head out from the curtain, âhe could be completely head over heals for you and one of you just needs to make a move already.â
âWhat theâdo you need help?â Dustin moves towards you to help with the balancing act of carrying all your presents into the Munson house. He grabs a few gifts and ushers you inside.Â
âThanks Dustin,â you say, heading towards the Christmas tree that is filled even more so now than it was when you left Saturday morning. âItâs starting to look like Santa wont have any room to bring presents.â
âWeâre going to take care of most of that tonight,â Jeff says with a smile as he pushes Eddieâs chair into the living room.Â
 Eddie looked very handsome tonight in his red sweater and black slacks. It even looked like he took his time to properly do his hair today. You loved when Eddie would let you get his curls looking just right with a little product and styling.
âHey,â he waved to you, more reserved than his normal goofy self.
âWell, hey there hot stuff. You look really nice tonight,â you say, leaning in to give him a hug. He went rigid for a moment before melting into the embrace.Â
âAbout time you got here,â Mike calls from the kitchen, causing you to jump back. âYou better hurry up and get some of this pizza before Gareth freaking eats it all.â
âDude, Iâm hungry!â Gareth shouts defensively. Will puts a hand on his shoulder to comfort him as everyone laughs them off.
âWhereâs your friend,â you ask the room, scanning it for a new face. The boys said they had convinced their friend Lucas to finally come to a Hellfire meeting after several long months.
âHe should be here soon,â Dustin says in an overly reassuring way.
âYeah, Iâll believe it when I see it,â Mike scoffs.
âYou were there, dude. He said he would come.â
âHe said he would think about it. Never said he was gonna show up for sure.â
âIf Sinclair shows up, weâll greet him with open arms,â Eddie speaks up, âAnd if he doesnâtâŠwell,â the room stills,â...there will always be other Hellfire Club meetings.â
Before the game begins, the boys take turns passing around gifts to each other. Youâve never seen so many sets of colourful dice in your entire life, but they all seemed very excited to receive them. Eddie was given a few band shirts and some cool looking records as well. He was so grateful for each gift he was given, a constant roll of thanks coming from him.
For a moment, you thought he might be getting overwhelmed when you saw a him wipe away a tear. You rest your hand on his arm, but he waves you off and reassures that heâs just really, really happy. It made your heart feel full to see him in such a good place. The amount of growth heâs done in such a short time never ceases to amaze you.
Eventually the game started rolling. You took the opportunity to clean up the mess of wrapping paper that was littered across the living room. The boys tried to get you to join them, but you told them that you wouldnât be as fun to play with since youâd ask so many questions.
But Eddie still managed to keep you returning to the table. A few beers deep, he decided to skip his nighttime pain med. This led to his hands starting to ache (allegedly), which meant he needed you to roll his dice for him. Even if you knew it was just his way of getting you to hang out and avoid the pile of laundry that was staring you down, you let him have his fun and played along.
âAnother 20!â You shout, jumping up and down. Eddie laughs manically while the rest of the table groans and protests.
âMaybe itâs a good thing she didnât play with us,â Dustin says shaking his head. You stick your tongue out at him and he makes a face back at you.
But the feeling of something touching your back pulls you from the playful banter. Looking around, you realize Eddie has his hand resting on your lower back, rubbing small circles there as he refocuses on the game. Itâs not an unwelcome touch by any means, but it does feel very intimate all things considered.Â
And itâs only made worse as his hand moves completely across your back, not stopping to trace back and almost hooking you around the waist. He pulls you closer to him until your bodies are flush, besides where the wheelchair separates you. His head rests against you, all of his attention on the game, making the action feel like a subconscious move.Â
You werenât going to make a scene about it, so you instead embrace the affection and let your hand rest on his opposite shoulder. From the corner of your eye you see the smile on his face grow until his dimples are on full display.
At the end of the night, the boys made their exit, leaving the pizza and drinks for you and Eddie to indulge in for the next day. Lucas never showed, but Dustin and Mike seemed determined to make him come out soon.
Once the boys were loaded up and down the drive way, you went straight to the sink to get to work on the dishes. But, before you could get passed the threshold of the kitchen, Eddie gently grabbed your wrist to still you.
âWhatâs wrong Edward?â You tease. His flush cheeks told you that he let himself go a little more than usually when he drinks.
âShhhh donât say my name like that,â he says with a slur of his words.
âWhy not? Itâs youâre name isnât it?â
âMakes me feel like Iâm in trouble or something.â
âOh, do you feel guilty about something?â
You didnât think that your words would hit any chords with Eddie. But the silly outward expression suddenly turned into one of shock. The air shifted in a spit second and you were instantly on damage control.
âWhatâs wrong?â You ask, fully facing him. Eddie looked like he was on the verge of tears, eyes getting glassier by the second. His body moves as a sob escapes from him, and any resolve Eddie had was gone as he lets everything go.
You crouch in front of him, hands on his shoulders as he begins to wail, body shaking as he lets everything out.
âH-he didnât--didât-didnât show--show up because of me!â The shaky words come out, and you instantly realize the error of your wording.
You pull him into you, letting him cry into your shoulder as you pet his hair, holding him tightly to comfort him
âShhh, Eddie, nooo,â you speak low next to his ear. âYouâre not to blame for what happened. You were a victim, too, Eddie. There isnât anything you could have doneââ
âIf I had just diedâif Dustin had just left me there instead of finding Steve and RobinâŠThey-theyââÂ
Eddie starts to hyperventilate. His head lifts from your shoulder as he struggled to get his breath. You jump to your feet and run to the kitchen to grab a paper bag that had been left from the gas station beers. You run back to him and instruct him to breath into it, coaching him to imitate you as you demonstrate taking deep breaths.
After a few minutes, Eddie is able to somewhat calm himself down. Tears still rolling down his cheeks, he leans back into his chair, running his hands over his face and through his hair. You can tell heâs avoiding looking at you. But youâre not sure if its out of shame or if heâ upset with you.
âEddie?â You ask quietly. He flinches, but slowly lowers his head until heâs facing you, his eyes looking downwards rather than at you. But itâs good enough for you.
âEddie, Iâm sorryââ
âDonât.â His voice is still wobbly, eyes closing again as he breathes in.
âNo, Eddie, you need to listen to me. Okay?â
Eddie looks at you, almost through you, but you take the silence as the signal to continue.
âEddieâŠI know it might be hard to understand. ButâŠwhatever happened back in MarchâŠitâs not your fault.â His eyes shift and he starts to blink rapidly, but he doesnât speak. âI can understand why you think that your friend is mad at you, but I think you know heâs not. Heâs just worried about your other friend, Max. And whatever happened to MaxâŠyou didnât force that monster to do that to her. Nor did you make him hurt the other victims.â
Eddie takes in a sharp breath, coming out haggard as you can tell heâs trying to hold back from crying again.
âAnd whatever happened to youâŠâ You take his hands in yours, looking at the scared skin that decorates it. You let your hands fall against his thighs, just above where his leg is amputated. âWas not your fault.â
âYouâll never understand,â he says suddenly, catching you off guard. âYou donât know what actually happened.â
âThen, tell me Eddie. Help me understand.â
Eddieâs eyes scan your face. Then his head shakes, his curls whipping around as he does.
âI canât. Even if I wanted to IâŠI just canât.â
You nod, âAnd thatâs okay. You donât have to tell me. Because I donât think my mind would change even if I did know.â
âCan I go outside?â He asks, pulling his hands from yours.
âSure,â you say with a smile. âMaybe we can get you showered and ready for bed after?â
âYeah, okay,â he says, pushing himself to the door.Â
âJust hand me the lighter, asshole.â
Garethâs hand reaches across the coffee table impatiently for Eddie to hand him the bright red lighter after the joint they were passing around had gone out.
âNope, only people who tell the truth get to use my lighter,â Eddie says holding the lighter to his chest.
âEddie, donât press him. He doesnât want to talk about it,â you say, taking a sip from your concoction of a drink that Grantâs girlfriend, Tina, made for you. You lean into him so that only he could hear you. âHow would you feel if someone was pestering Wayne about Ben like that?â
That seemed to shut Eddie up. He finally tossed the lighter to Gareth, who wasted no time in lighting the joint back up.
âSo, how did Christmas at the Munsonâs go?â Jeff asks, plopping down on the couch next to Eddie, handing him another beer.
âIt was, and I am not exaggerating,â Eddie starts with a slight slur of his words, âprobably the best Christmas Iâve ever had. Like, this one right here?â He points his thumb to you. âI didnât think Iâd ever know what it feels like to be spoiled, but thatâs definitely how she treated me.â
âWait a second,â you scoff, âI did not spoil you. I just found some things that I thought youâd like and figured Iâd get them for you.â You shrug, giving Tina, Grant's girlfriend, a look of feigned innocence as you turned to face her. The two of you had been doing quite a bit of chatting since you arrived, instantly clicking as you two seemed to have a lot in common.
She did ask you how long you and Eddie had been together, however. And you had to awkwardly explain that you were just his caregiver. It made you wonder what Grant had to be telling her about you and Eddie for her to think that the two of you were together.
âDid you get her anything?â Grant asks, nodding to you.
âOf course,â Eddie says with faux offense. âI bought her some of the lotion that she keeps in her bag, some of her favorite snacks, a copy of her favorite movie that she said she lost when she moved, and a study book for school.â
âYou also got me a whole box full of snacks,â you say, nudging him.
âThat was just because you are constantly talking about how you wish you had this or that when weâre watching a movie or something,â
âAre you sure you are not dating?â Tina leans in and asks you with genuine curiosity.
The guys laugh, but you reassure her that youâre not.
âWhen you spend as much time together as we do, you tend to pick up on each otherâs interests. Iâm sure you and Grant are the same way.â
âWe are,â she says with an enthusiastic nod, âBecause we are dating.â
âShh, hey, the ball is gonna drop!â
The small TV in Grantâs living room shows that only 15 seconds remain until the ball is about to drop. You move closer to Eddie to see the TV better, and he wraps an arm around your shoulder to pull you into him.Â
Everyoneâs eyes are on the TV as the countdown begins. As the numbers go down, you rapidly reflect on 1986.Â
The beginning half of the year seemed uneventful compared to the latter in the grand scheme of things. You recall all the highs and lows that you and Eddie have been in together since you first met, when you realized that what you were feeling was more than it should ever be and how youâll likely never get the chance to do so.Â
But you also reflect on the wonderful new friends that youâve made, including Wayne, who you hoped was having a good night with Ben. And the younger boys, who said they were going to the hospital to spend the new year with Lucas and Max.Â
Only a few seconds remain, so you turn to face Eddie, whose eyes were still on the small screen. An idea came across your mind. You pucker your lips, gearing up to plant a fat kiss on his cheek once the ball dropped. You were sure we would be embarrassed getting a cheek kiss in front of his friends, but doubted he could keep a grudge long.Â
As the room cheered at the end of the countdown, you closed your eyes and leaned in.Â
But you instantly knew something was off once your lips made contact. Instead of the textured skin you were expecting, you felt softness against your lips.Â
And when you opened your eyes, you were met with chocolate brown ones looking right back at you. Eyebrows raised into bewilderment, it took you a few seconds to process what was happening.Â
Then it hits you.Â
You were kissing Eddie. And he wasn't stopping you.
thank you for reading!
a/n: hello! I wanted to make all of the readers of this series aware that I have decided to change up the direction Iâm going with it. I feel like Iâm straying away from some important elements and I want to try and regroup starting from part 6 and onwards. I plan on keeping some plot points I previously had planned, but they may just be executed differently than I intended. I dont believe the changes will have an affect on the story so far, but still felt that I should mention it.
Again, thank you all for being patient with me and I hope to have the next part out here sooner than later <3
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Prom Date
Summary:Â Prom is coming and you want nothing more than to go. A certain metalhead goes above and beyond chivalry.Â
F! Reader Insert, Â 6111 Words
Warnings: Â SMUT! Minors DNI. Y/N is over 18. Eddie is scarred from the Upside Down. I took some liberties and decided Vecna was defeated in this. Making out, smoking, cunnilingus, vaginal penetration, cursing, food mentions, protected sex.
Authors Note:Â This has been in the works for ages, and I am unleashing it lol. I never went to prom sooooo this is another self indulgent one lol. Also, I am always looking for inspo, so I will absolutely take requests for one-shots, blurbs, and head canons. If you donât have an idea and just wanna chat, thatâs cool too! I promise I won't bite.
The complaint you had been making gets caught in your throat, embarrassment heating your cheeks as the conversation you were having with Steve is halted by the bell above the door to Family Video.
Itâs the first time itâs gone off since youâd settled in here after school to hang out with your friends. The place was dead enough that the interruption alone would have garnered your glance, but instead your full attention is quickly commanded by the metalhead entering beneath the bell, already grinning as he takes you in at the counter. âHey Y/NâŠSteveâŠRobin.â He nods at each of you as the lot of you greet him back.
Your simple, âHi Eddie.â is much more reserved than you feel as you ignore the butterflies he causes by approaching, a stack of video tapes tucked under one of the scarred arms that peeks unapologetically from his Black Sabbath t-shirt.
âWhat are we talking about?â He asks with a small chuckle, to which Robin immediately throws you under the bus.
âProm.â She supplies in a pained tone, adding, âY/N doesnât have a date.âÂ
âRobin!â You complain sharply as Steve gives her a stern look. Her eyes widen, having missed the cue that maybe you wouldnât want Eddie to know that - to open yourself up for his scrutiny on top of your already miserable desires.
Eddie doesnât mock you though. He takes one look at you, at the apparent mortification on your face thatâs now hidden by your hands, and you can only assume he takes pity on you.Â
In response to Robinâs words, just loud enough for you to hear, he insists âGo with me.âÂ
As the words register, you drop your hands, your eyes widening before you can help it.
You let out a small, disbelieving sound at Eddie, cringing at the way it comes out like a mutilated laugh. âDoesnât prom go against your entire belief system?â You mutter, Eddie smiling like youâve just paid him a compliment.Â
âOh absolutely it does...But who am I to turn a blind eye to a damsel in distress?â He gives a small chuckle, before catching the downtrodden look on your face and quickly scrambling.
âThatâs not to say that uh, I wouldnât enjoy myself. I thinkâŠI mean, if itâs with you, I think it could be fun.â Thereâs a slight smile playing around the edge of his lips.
It would be fun. It would beâŠeverything. And you want him to mean it so desperately that it takes you a moment to notice the way that your delay affects Eddie. The way he fidgets with his handsâŠShifts from foot to footâŠCould he actually be nervous?Â
You melt.
âIâŠIâd really like to go.â You confess, your voice small in the wake of the admittance you hadnât allowed yourself thus far. Putting yourself out there, only to have Eddieâs answering smile take the breath from your lungs.
âItâs a date then.â He sets his pile of videos on the counter, glancing at your mutual friends. âTake care of this for me, will you Harrington? I gotta go find a tux.â Â
Steve pulls the tapes towards himself as Eddie starts to walk backwards toward the door, eyes never leaving you even for a moment. âIâll see you later?â He asks hopefully.Â
You nod far too readily only for him to grin again and wave, rings glinting in the fluorescent lighting, before he heads out.
As the door closes behind him, Robin gives you a wide eyed look, Steve scanning the returns as he lets out a very casual. âMunson, huh? Now that I wasnât expecting.â
âMe neither.â You reply, already fretting about making sure that things go perfectly as you pinch yourself that Eddie Munson has really just asked you to prom.
Robin starts talking a mile a minute, having garnered acceptance of the situation much more quickly than your still bewildered state, and Steve lovingly reminds you both to breathe.Â
It feels far removed from you in that moment and beyond it, as the days leading up to prom seem to accelerate in your anxious state.
Until itâs the night of and finally you head to Steveâs, where his bathroom counter has been taken over by all the beauty products Robin, Robinâs mother, (and Steve,) collectively owned.Â
While there youâre given the full glamor treatment - makeup, hair, the works.
Itâs a great time. Not only do you enjoy this bit of pampering but as they help you get ready, Steve and Robin reminisce about their own memories of prom to your utter delight.
Steveâs is a classic tale - 85â prom king, underage drinking, and an after party where he and his date went all the way.
âGag.â Robin interjected, launching into her own unconventional tale. A prom that involved crashing in 84â after a spiteful makeover and some light property damage.Â
You laugh along with both your friends and think to yourself that both experiences, while wonderful, were nothing compared to what stood before you - an evening with Eddie.
It was tying you up in knots, the anticipation. The nerves that took what was upcoming and loaded it on top of every interaction you two had shared previously. A perfect storm of wondering if things between you two were moving in the direction you hoped forâŠIf this was more than just chivalry to him.Â
You wanted it to be. Cataloging all of the previously stolen glances between you twoâŠthe inside jokesâŠ
âWould you stop pacing,â Steve insisted, grabbing you by the shoulders. âItâs gonna be fine! Trust me.â
âTrust you.â You repeated, about to go off on an anxiety-induced spiral of self deprecation before Robin interjected and halted you in your tracks. She said some words - pretty and French. Something about maybe how you looked? Or how Eddie was going to feel when he looked at you? You werenât sure.
In any case, it helped. You took a deep breath and put a relaxed smile on your face. Robin took the opportunity to snap a Polaroid of the three of you.Â
This led to a dozen more photos, Steve and Robin posing with you like the parents sending you off. Robin wiped fake tears from her eyes and Steve started in on a fake lecture about boys and how they were no good, and back in his day...
You were still laughing at that when a knock on the door caused you to freeze, nerves supplanting themselves right back in the pit of your stomach as Steve went to let Eddie in, quickly sidestepping so the pair of you could take each other in.
As your gaze landed on Eddie, you couldnât help but find him impossibly handsome - clean shaven, shiny brown curls falling past his shoulders where heâd managed to find a relatively nice suit to wear.
You were surprised to see a boutonniere in the same color as your dress - your favorite color - beside his lapel. In his still ringed hands he held a plastic container with a matching corsage.Â
You couldnât help but to go slack-jawed in awe at the sight, touched beyond measure.
Steve clears his throat behind the pair of you. You hadnât noticed how long youâd been ogling Eddie - or that heâd been struck just as speechless at the sight of you in your prom dress.
âYou look beautiful, Y/N.â He pipes up, the both of you meeting halfway.Â
âThank you, Eddie. You look really handsome.â You swear, fondness in your voice.
He beams at you, gingerly holding up the corsage, âCan I?â He asks.Â
You offer your wrist, Robin and Steve snapping away with the camera. You stick your tongue out at them after giving them a generous moment to get the shot.
They wave you off, forcing the two of you into all kinds of poses that you complain about but know youâll cherish - physical remnants of the way Eddie holds you tight and smiles like heâs proud to have you.Â
These and a few group shots, the last of which has Eddie making a classic rockstar pose and Steve faux-flexing, and you two are ushered off the lawn and on your way.
âNot too late now!â Steve teases - Robin's arm is around his waist as she waves you off.
You roll your eyes at both of them, addressing him when you say, âIâll be sure to do that, mom.â And Eddie laughs as they flip you the bird and disappear into the house to hang out.
âYou ready?â Eddie asks sweetly, to which you nod, already heading for his van.
When he sees which way youâre going he gently catches you by the arm, shaking his head. âYour chariot for the evening is actually this way my lady.â
Your confused expression turns to one of surprise as Eddie produces a set of keys from his pocket, jingling them in the general direction of Steveâs BMW.Â
âSteve said I could borrow her, with some stipulations.â Eddie explained, a bit of a pink tint to the tips of his ears at whatever they were, as he hurried over and opened your door for you before you could ask.
Once you and your dress are situated he shuts you in gently, heading around the front of the vehicle and sliding into the driverâs seat.
âHowâd you pull that off?â You ask nonchalantly instead, smoothing your dress down your legs.Â
Eddie clears his throat, eyes on your ankle and sounding a touch embarrassed as he explains. âI told him that I didnât want you to show up to your prom in the old grease bucket, smelling like weedâŠHe took pity on me I think.â
He waves it off, but you frown. Not liking the answer, you call his name gently, reassuring him. âI could have rolled up in half a rotting pumpkin and I would still be happy because Iâm there with you.â
Feeling bold, you reach out and squeeze his hand reassuringly. Youâre planning to let go but Eddie suddenly squeezes back, lacing your fingers together.
âIs-is this okay?â He nods down at the hand he holds, a timid smile on his face. You smile wide in return, promising him, âItâs perfect.â
Not much more needs to be said. He holds your hand the whole ride to the school, a guitar you recognize playing low in the background. Not Steveâs usual station for sure, and you donât mind at all.
When the two of you arrive, the parking lot is already full - well, as full as it can be with half the town having moved away overnightâŠUpperclassmen are all around, running free in their fancy attire, having a blast. Cutting lose in a much needed way after the last year of hell.
Paying them no mind, Eddie takes your hand and leads you through the halls of the school, where you flash your tickets at the entry before heading inside the gym.Â
You smile as you take in the packed space, full of colorful balloons and gossamer streamers hanging, winding, and climbing every available surface.Â
A cluster of colorfully dressed people jumps, twirls, and writhes in the middle of the floor, creating a cluster of hairspray smell thatâs a bit overwhelming.
Eddie takes one look at you under the twinkle lights, and feels his heart skip a beat.
âHard to believe this is the same room where Iâve spent so much time faking injuries.â You tell him when you meet his gaze, your admittance making him laugh.Â
âI wish I would have known, Iâm notorious for my nosebleeds. I could have kept you supplied with plenty of fake blood.â He taps the side of said nose in emphasis, and you canât help but think about how well a kiss would fit right there. âHmâ You muse, slight smile on your lips. âI usually go with âsprained ankle.â Guaranteed reading time for the whole period. Doubt a few drops of blood can get you the same result.â âA few drops? Iâll have you know that I have a very serious vitamin K deficiency.â He answers, smirk on his lips. âA nosebleed from me is a guaranteed bloodbath. Coach canât get me out of here fast enough.âÂ
You bark out a laugh. âYouâre a little bit evil, Munson.â
âMaybe.â He grins huge, hand to his heart. âI promise you though, no excuses tonight.â Eddie shakes his hair out. âI am but your humble servant, here to dance to your heartâs desires.â
You raise an eyebrow, but he isnât joking - he drags you to the makeshift dance floor, where scattered couples give you a wide berth, Eddie never showing whether he minds or not. He moves along to the music blaring throughout the gym, encouraging you to join him. You fold way too fast, inspired to abandon your nerves with the way heâs smiling and looking at you like thereâs no one else in the room.Â
You keep your gaze on him, loving how when he dances itâs in complete confidence - treating each song like a concert heâs putting on for the two of you. Itâs silly and uncoordinated and so much fun.Â
After a sporadic turn around the dance floor to the pop that Eddie loathes, for what feels like ages, the pair of you suddenly grow nervous at the slow song that cuts through - a soulful angelic voice rife with passion, urging loverâs together.
You're surrounded by peers whoâve already fallen into their dates' arms when Eddie holds a hand out.Â
Head up slightly, you place your hand in his and he doesnât hesitate to pull you in close, swaying the pair of you from side to side.
The song goes on - romantic and full of promise, and changes the atmosphere entirely. When it ends, Eddie doesnât seem like he can go back to jumping and bopping around to the hits of today.
Instead he unwraps his arms from around your waist without a word, linking his arm with yours and leading you out the double doors of the cafeteria.
By this point in the night the prom is in full swing, so the concession tables lined up outside just beyond the doors in the senior hallway are nearly abandoned.
Thereâs one bleary eyed chaperone posted out front to guard the punch, halfheartedly asking if youâre having fun as Eddie pours you a generous cup full.Â
You nod at her in reply and down the drink, trying not to wince at the taste and give yourself away. Knowing that said chaperone had definitely fallen asleep at the wheel.
The second your back is turned though, youâre pulling a face, and Eddie chuckles at you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his hand lingering there a touch too long. It feels more than friendly.
âIâm really glad you asked me to come.â You blurt before you can help it, immediately hiding behind the pretense of taking another sip of your drink.
Eddieâs eyes grow soft at your words. âIâm really glad you said yes.â He admits.
It takes you by surprise. âYeah?â
âYeah.â He moves in a touch closer, looking like he wants to say something.
He clams up though when thereâs an apparent shift change at the punch table. A new teacher is taking the place of the old, this one looking at Eddie entirely disapprovingly. Likely traumatized from having him in class at some point.
And Eddie, for all his confidence, seems to shrink. Looks wholly defeated.
You frown, urging him down the hall and away from disapproving eyes. âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing.â He shakes his head, plastering a smile on his face that doesnât quite meet his eyes. âGot the best girl in Hawkins all to myself, what could be wrong?â
The compliment almost distracts you. âEddie,â you complain softly, with a small laugh.
He loves the sound of your laugh. Loves seeing you get all flustered. âAlright alright, so to be fair I donât âgotâ you - but I did bring you to the prom. Now youâll never forget me.â He grins.
You want to tell him that he can have you - take you, youâll be his, but you're not brave enough to make the offer, and so you tease him about the latter part of his statement, âForget you?â You ask incredulously. âWeâve fought interdimensional monsterâs together, Munson. Iâm not likely to forget that any time soon.â
âAh you say that now. But in fifty years? I would have just been that guy with the tattoos who complained the whole timeâŠNow as your senior prom date...I mean, hell, even Wayne remembers his prom date, and the old man likely couldnât tell you what I made for dinner last night.â He grimaces more than he laughs.
You frown slightly, although you try hard to keep your words light. âYou make it sound like youâre going somewhere.âÂ
Eddie rubs the back of his neck. âIâm not going anywhere sweetheart...Thatâs kind of that point. Girls like you go off, change the worldâŠAnd guys like me get left behind, wondering what might have been.âÂ
âEddie.â You frown, not sure where to begin with that. âWhat are you saying?â
âJust thatâŠI hope youâll remember me.â He tells you sadly.
âEddie,â You blurt, a touch too loudly. The other occupant of the hall narrows her eyes, looking like sheâs debating intervening. You bite your lip and lower your voice. âWhy is it what could have been? Why doesâŠnothing come of it?â
âI didnât mean to make you upset.â Eddie murmurs quietly. âI shouldnât have said anything.â
âOh no, you absolutely should haveâŠbecause if youâre telling me that you like meâŠâ You shake your head in disbelief. âEddie, I will never let you go.â
âY/NâŠâ he protests softly, and he sounds much older than twenty years old. You shake your head, taking his hands in yours, squeezing reassuringly.
âEddie, Iâm not going anywhere, okay? Dr. Brenner asked me to work with him after graduation. Stay in Hawkins where we can try to undo some of the nasty ugly that Vecna unleashedâŠThat being said, wherever I am, stay or go, you do not get to decide that youâre not good enough for me. Not after everything.â
And then, with the backing that Eddie likes you - likes you and for all his doubts wants to be remembered by you, you take a leap.Â
You lean in, pressing your lips to his firmly, lingering there even when heâs kissed you back, pulled away so now heâs stammering, lips still brushing yours.
âSo I-youâre-â Eddie stutters. You nudge his cute nose with your own, expression soft, nerves worked out by the manâs sincerity.Â
âI like you, Eddie.â You tell him, eyes hopeful. âIs it enough?â
âMore than enough.â He breathed. He leaned back in for another kiss, and then another. Only stopping when the nosey chaperone behind the two of you cleared her throat loudly.Â
He rests his forehead against yours. Thereâs several comfortable beats of silence as he takes in whatâs happened. Then he offers, nervously and quietly, ââŠyou wanna go dance some more?âÂ
You nod eagerly.
The night wears on with more dancing, laughter, and stolen kisses.Â
When hours have passed and the band is wrapping up, you still donât want to let Eddie go, holding him tight even as the overhead lights come on in the gym, clean up starting in the echoing silence.
Eddie hums softly, face downtrodden. âI guessâŠI guess I better get you home.â
âSure orâŠâ You clear your throat, looking at Eddie from beneath your lashes. âI mean, itâs kind of been implied that Iâm spending the night at RobinâsâŠso uh, no oneâs waiting up for me or anythingâŠâÂ
âOh?â Eddie perks up. âWell uh, Steve is very much back there waiting up for his lady, soâŠmaybe we can get rid of her and spend some more time together?âÂ
You agree readily, letting out a small laugh. âIâd love thatâŠNow letâs hurry, I absolutely cannot be in these shoes any longer.â
Eddie quickly straightens up, holding out an arm. âSay no more.â
He leads you out of the gym, giving a small jerk where you two maintain contact before you can step into the darkened near-empty parking lot.Â
âWhat is it?â You ask him, only for him to slip his arm out of your hold, both hands landing on your shoulders before he sinks down to one knee in front of you.
âGive me,â He insists, slapping his upper thigh.Â
Confused, you raise a foot slowly, only to squeak as he makes quick work of robbing you of the shoe you present him, then the other, the strappy heels held tightly in his hand as he scrambles to his feet.
âEddie!â You gasp, bare feet on the pavement.Â
He looks absolutely diabolical as he coos at you, âDonât worry baby, I donât expect you to walk.â
Expected instead to sweep you off your feet, making you let out a loud startled sound as he hoists you up and throws you over his shoulder.
âEddie!â You squeal in protest, face hot as you protest that you're way too heavy for this, only for Eddie to laugh at you and ignore what you think are perfectly valid concerns.
Eddieâs having none of it, strong and steady as he deposits you in Steveâs car, your offending shoes pressed into your hands.
He jogs giddily around the front of the BMW, sliding into the front seat and firing her up.
âYouâre a menace.â You whine, attempting to fix what the night of dancing and being carried around has done to your hair.
Eddie laughs at you, reaching out a hand tentatively. You take it firmly, bringing it up to your lips to press a kiss to it. Eddieâs whole demeanor softens, and you do it again. And again.
Eddie only stops you once you get to Steveâs a few minutes later, where he quickly rushes inside, not wanting your mutual friends to come out and intrude on your evening.
A few minutes later and youâre in the front seat of his van, the engine rumbling beneath you as he mentions that he could go for a smoke, and you readily agree.
Rather than take you back to his and Wayneâs place though - newly assigned by the government after Vecnaâs assault - to your surprise he drives the two of you out to Loverâs Lake.
âI still like to come out here sometimes. Itâs mostly peaceful now that the whole town isâŠwell, a ghost town.â He explains, nervous as he pulls out some pre-rolled blunts in a little baggie and a box of camels from his dashboard, holding them both up to you as options.Â
You choose the blunts, and he situates the rejects before glancing behind him nervously. âWe uh, we can get in the back and open the doors up if you want? Thereâs more room.â
Trying and failing to hide your smile, you nod and climb back, Eddie quickly following and popping open the doors, the night air wafting in over the slightly rippling water as he lights up.
âOh wow.â You tilt your head back and take in the stars and moon hanging overhead. âItâs beautiful.â
âYeah,â Eddie says absentmindedly, taking a long drag. Breathing out a plume of smoke, eyes only for you. âBeautiful.â
You meet his gaze, and he blushes, coughing slightly. Your hand finds his unoccupied one, and you squeeze.
The two of you are out there for a while, sharing the blunt back and forth until relaxation coats your bones, a lazy smile taking over your lips.
âIâm really glad you asked me to prom.â You grin, repeating your words from earlier.
Eddie merely chuckles, remembering. âIâm really glad you said yesâŠand that Iâm going to see more of you,â he says it like a question, and youâre already nodding, taking your hit.
âI told you, thereâs no getting rid of me now.â You laugh. Eddie tilts his head to the side at the sound, long curls falling over his shoulder.Â
Heâs gorgeous like this - in the low light of the moon, with his tie, or rather, his corporate noose of oppression, long since discarded. (Heâd kicked it playfully, the big dork.)Â Â
All that and a hint of skin showing beyond the top few undone buttons of his shirtâŠhe was lovelier than anything in this whole town.
âYou promise?â Eddie asks playfully, two fingers raising the blunt and inhaling a touch sharply - he blinks his eyes at you coyly, but you know thereâs real insecurity behind the question.Â
You brush his hand to the side and kiss him in answer. Slow and sweet, but when Eddie scrambles to abandon the blunt altogether, eager to get both his hands on you, all bets are off.
Bunching up your suddenly constricting prom dress in your hands, you struggle to get closer to Eddie, straddling him as you slip your tongue in his mouth.
Minutes go by like this, the atmosphere growing hot and heavy, until your soft sucking on his earlobe makes him jerk harshly up into you.
âFuck,â he gasps, trying to pull away, eyes darting down to where your dress is bunched up around your thighs. âSorry!âÂ
You frown, trying to keep your seat. âDonât be sorry! âŠI uh, I was hopingâŠmaybe we couldâŠif you wanted toâŠâ
He groans before shaking out his hair, trying to clear his mind. âCourseâ I do, justâŠweâre in the van.â He emphasized. âSânot how I wanted to do thingsâŠâ
You plant another kiss on his lips. Tug on his bottom lip with your teeth. ââŠPlease?â
He folds way too fast.
âFuck, okay. Canât say no to those eyes.â He shakes his head slightly. Wants to ingrain the smile that takes over your face in his mind forever.Â
Especially when you reach out for him again, kissing him passionately. ââŠGonna take such good care of you.â He practically growls, and you let out a shudder.
âPromise?â You bat your eyes at him, repeating the words that had started this whole thing.
âShit, Iâd do anything for you. You know that donât you?â He asks, cradling your face in his hands with the utmost care. A nod from you and he smiles, eyes darting over to the vanâs front.
âGimme a sec,â he instructs, leaving you momentarily to fish around under his seat, producing a blanket that he tosses down, spreading it out.
âThere we are.â He offers a sheepish grin as you ease yourself into the padding heâs laid out for you, guiding Eddie to situate himself atop you as you lock lips once again.Â
While you kiss, his growing harness pressing eagerly against you, you work his suit jacket off his shoulders, undoing a few more buttons so he can shuck his shirt off after it.Â
You're eager to feel any skin you can, sighing contentedly at having him beneath your fingers.
Eddie starts to tense up a bit though, the more thatâs revealed, apologies already on his lips.
âHey, none of that.â You shake your head. âI want you to an embarrassing degree. A few battle scars arenât going to scare me off.â
âItâs more than a few.â He cleared his throat, offering a tiny smile. âButâŠokayâŠâ
When you take in the sight of him - bare, scarred, fucking perfect, itâs not at all an exaggeration. And yet youâve never seen something so beautiful.
The pattern interrupting his porcelain skin exists of of blush pinks and vibrant reds. Reaching across him in some places, splitting in others, every bit of it is a testament to his resilience and heroism.
You hope fate will grant you enough time to memorize them all someday as you tell him, âVery metal.â
âYeah?â He quirks up a brow, looking a bit more relaxed.
âHell yeah.â You reply teasingly, and Eddie chuckles before his kiss practically consumes you.Â
Lips against yours, firm and eager, his hands roam your back thatâs currently covered by silky fabric.
He glances down at where it covers you. âIt really is a pretty dressâŠâ he tells you, toying with the zipper. âMind if I take it off?â
âPlease.â You gasp.
âOh.â He lets out a breath through his nose. âGood girl.â
Your head falls back slightly, eyes widening a fraction as he slips the zipper down and moves the fabric down over your arms, past your waist, your legs and ankles, discarding it off to the side.
Laid out before him in nothing but your strapless bra and lacey panties, he groans a little.
âFuck,â Eddie gasps. âFuck...you look so damn sexy. I canât wait to do this again somewhere I can see you properlyâŠâ
You giggle beneath him, and he swallows the sound with his kiss. Pulling back slightly and murmuring, asking if he can see more of you.
When you give him permission his lips graze your shoulder, planting little kisses there while his hands work behind you with the clasps of your bra.
When it comes loose, he pulls back and drinks you in, diving in readily.
You gasp when he first takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking softly, eagerly.Â
Noises of ecstacy edge him on as he sucks, nibbles, teases, his hands and tongue and teeth lavishing your breasts with attention until you're shaking, hands buried in his hair.
âFeels so good, Eddie,â you whine.
Eddie grins widely down at you, hand tracing a path up your leg, ââŠwant to taste you.â He breathes.
A nod and heâs between your legs, kneeling on marks left by gnashing teeth, grinning devilishly before heâs dragging his tongue up the center of you thatâs still clothed for the moment.
You cry out in surprise and pleasure, back arching off the blanket and he grins, wanting your underwear out of the way now that heâs had some fun with you.Â
He tugs them down your legs, murmuring all the while how gorgeous you are, his eyes drinking you in once you're finally, completely, naked beneath him.Â
Then his words of praise get muffled by your inner thighs as heâs kissing and nipping at them, your legs thrown over his shoulders.
Looking up at you through his hair, he slowly dips his tongue into your slit and flicks up, holding your hips down from jolting against him.
His tongue dives in again and again, stroking you to the edge and lapping up everything you give him, as you tangle your hands in his hair and pull.Â
He moans against you, tilting your hips up further, locking his grip and moving his tongue even quicker.Â
Eddie canât help but admire the scene in front of him as he eats you out, tits bouncing as you thrust against his mouth and the fingers he supplies, begging him for more.Â
You look so good like this, all fucked-out, downright sobbing as Eddie devoured you. When you finally shatter under the sheer force of your orgasm, he nurses it for all its worth.
Eddie pulls back and swipes his tongue across his bottom lip as you catch your breath, admiring you as you come down.Â
âAnd so pretty when you cumâŠâ he praises you.
In the aftermath you reach for him blindly, and he crawls atop you on all fours, your mouths crashing together messily.
âEddie,â youâre begging him. âEddie, pleaseâŠâ pushing his pants and boxers down and off his hips with your feet, eager and uncoordinated, but he gets the message.Â
Your eyes take in every inch of him, greedily running over every bit of skin as he kicks the offending fabric away before thinking better of it and turning his pants inside out to try and find his wallet and the condom within it.
Thereâs relief in his eyes when it turns up, shaking hands slowing him down until he finally just tears into the package with his teeth, unable to take it anymore.Â
The sight practically causes your lower stomach to spasm.
Then heâs pinching the tip of the condom and rolling it down his length, breathing a sigh of relief.
âFuck,â He sighs lightly, spreading your legs and lining himself up with you as you smile so hard your nose scrunches up. And holy hell if you arenât the most perfect thing heâs ever seen.
Especially when he slips inside you finally, your walls tightening against the intrusion and gripping him so seamlessly.
Eddie groans, releasing his hold on himself so he can press your legs down a little further as he inches in.Â
He cries out an array of explicatives as he watches himself disappear inside you, hearing you moan at the feeling of finally being full.Â
His hips cant forward, slowly easing in and out until you cry out his name and praises.Â
Eddie slams into you, driving in over and over, eyes closed tight against the pleasure of it all.
Youâre making it so much better as you cry out beneath him, hands roving his body.
âWant you to fall apart on my cock, sweetheart.â He gasps, thumb working rhythmically against your clit, loving the little screams you let out when he plays with it.
With the way he has you on edge, swiping against that little button while he pounds into you hard and deep, just how youâre begging for it, it doesnât take long at all.
Youâre helpless as your walls bear down on him, his movements faltering under the intensity of your second orgasm as it washes over you.Â
Then he picks his pace right back up, fucking into you where youâre still fluttering around him.
âSo. Fucking. Pretty.â He accentuates each word with a harsh thrust. âFucking knew you would be.â Thereâs sweat beading up on his forehead, his eyes still fixated on the spot where your bodies met. He sounds absolutely wrecked. Desperate.
âHad a damn near out of body experience when you were swinging that oar around. Fell so damn hard and justâŠfuckâŠFucking knew, knew right then that if I was ever lucky enough to get you underneath me it was gonna be fucking transcendent.â
He drives into you a little harder at that point, and you moan loudly, nails digging into his back.Â
Eddie hisses slightly, smiling, not a trace of cockiness in his tone as he begs you for reassurance. âWas I wrong, baby?â He asks.Â
You give a desperate shake of your head. Choking out. âRight. So right, so good. Fuck! Eddie!â
He groans. âShit, Iâm not gonna last. Youâre taking me so well.âÂ
Eddie pounds against you harder, thrusts sloppy right up until he cums, spilling into the condom with his head thrown back, pure ecstasy on his face.
With his finish he collapses on top of you, exhausted, sweaty, and so, so satisfied.Â
You reach up from beneath him, running hands through his long hair, not complaining about his weight at all. Even whining when he quickly realizes and moves to roll off of you.
Eddie chuckles, removing the used condom and discarding it in an empty plastic bag under his passenger seat.
Once thatâs back where he found it he settles into the pulling you into his arms, both to appease you, and because he needed it.
He kisses the top of your head as he does so, a laugh shaking his body slightly as he pulls you tighter into him. âHoly fuck.â
You giggle, agreeing wholeheartedly. He leans his forehead against yours. âI canât believe I got you.â Tasting the way it makes you smile as you murmur the same words back to him.Â
After more kisses than you can keep track of, Eddie breaks apart from you to ask, âHey, are you hungry?â
And when you admit you are, the two of you redress, and he takes you to a 24 hour diner a little outside of Hawkins where the two of you gorge yourselves on breakfast food.
You look a bit more like the girl he first fell for, make up long since discarded like it was in the days following him hiding in the boathouse. A light sheen of sweat lingers from what the two of you did in the back of his van, your prom dress is rumpled, and still the smile you offer him - it makes him feel like everything is gonna be alright.Â
He canât take his eyes off you. He tells you as much, and with his adoration comes promises made between the two of you over hash browns and maple syrup.Â
Promises of sticking around, of being enough, and of never forgetting - not because things were unforgettable by proximity - but because how could you, when this was the first of so much to be shared, to be experiencedâŠtogether.
#eddie munson#eddie smut#eddie munson prom#eddie munson prom fic#eddie x reader#eddie x y/n#eddie st#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson oneshot#Eddie munson fic
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Y'all send me some asks about my wips đ„șđ„șđ„ș pls I kinda need to boost my motivation to actually write lol
PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER PT.2
A milkman Eddie Munson x Fem housewife reader 1950's au ( Angst , Smut, Fluff)
ALL I CAN SAY
A lazy day Eddie Munson x reader established relationship fluff (2k Eddie)
WE'RE CLOSED SWEETHEART
A smutty little blurb between Mechanic Eddie Munson x Fem reader with a little lot of fluff
THE UGLY TRUTH PT.1
A soulmate au staring Eddie Munson and Fem Harrington reader. ( Angst , Smut , Fluff)
#ask game#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x fem reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson fluff#eddie stranger things#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson angst#meed the motivation#coming soon#eddie x reader#eddie st#stranger things eddie
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Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington (from Stranger Things) based ship moodboard~ ^^ For an anon! hope you like the look!
Want one? send an ask~ -mod Jay
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Tell me, what was the exact moment, that this queer little goblin man stole your heart?
~~~~~~~ â To me, it was in this one â ~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~ He stole my heart, to never return lmao ~~~~~~~
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*looking into the camera like i'm on the office*
#i'm sorry st followers i've almost run out of material#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie#strangerthingsedit#josephquinnedit#joekeeryedit#tvedit#netflix edit#anztag#userqic#userbaby#userkitkat#userkam#userspacey#userange#underbetelgeuse#*gifs
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Someone knocks at the door while you and rockstar!Eddie are fucking and instead of stopping he goes faster while yelling âIn a minuteâ to the person at the door
the one where your friends keep catching you and eddie having sex (rockstar!eddie universe, established relationship, implied enemies to lovers, cw for smut 18+)
Let it be known, that it would take a nearly apocalyptic nuclear war â or something rapture adjacent, at the very least â for Eddie Munson to stop fucking you. Most people have learned this the hard way. You included.
Youâre a panting mess beneath his pale, tattooed form. Eddieâs body, made of milky white silk, grows slick with a fine layer of sweat as he thrusts mercilessly into you. His curls sway around your face each time his lean hips collide with your open thighs. The dull clapping sound that fills the bedroom is punctuated by Eddieâs choked-back groans and your subdued whimpers.
The two of you always make it a point to be polite about your fucking â never quite as loud as you want to be, so as to keep from traumatizing your roommates. Like respectful adults. So itâs entirely Steveâs fault when he barges in with a halfhearted knock like a total psycho.
âHey, do you guys wannaââ The boy freezes at the sight of his best friends, in a pile beneath the covers, who before now hated each otherâs guts. His face screws together like heâs tasted something sour. âJesus ChristâŠâ
Eddie ceases his thrusts to toss Steve a look over his freckled shoulder. He never moves off of you, effectively shielding your naked body from his view, nor does he pull his stiff cock from your pulsing confines. Much to your horror.
âWhat?â the wild-haired boy wonders through labored breaths, face flushed red with sex.
âI was gonna ask if you guys wanted to come to the movies with me and Robin,â Steve answers with a roll of his eyes, already on his way out. âBut youâre obviously busyââ
âWaitâ That new buddy cop movie?â Eddie calls to the boyâs retreating form.
âEddie!â you hiss through your teeth, filled with panic and distant pleasure, âcause the idiotâs trying to have a conversation like he isnât balls deep inside you. He flashes you a wide-eyed chocolate stare like heâs innocent. âStop,â you mouth to him.
âYeah. Startâs at eight.â
âWell, donât leave us, alright?â he tells him. âWeâre coming.â
âGross,â Steve mumbles and shuts the door behind him.
Eddie turns back to you. His curly bangs are damp with sweat and sticking to his forehead in places. His glowing cheeks are tinted a faint pink color. His lips are swollen and rosy as they curl into a smirk. Sex is written all over his face, painfully so.Â
âThat pun wasnât intended, by the wayââ Eddie jokes before you swat at his lanky bicep. âOw!â
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A year or more later, you and Corrodded Coffin are selling out venues across the country. The world is a whole lot bigger than The Hideout, apparently. âCause, as it turns out, more than just a couple of drunks care about seeing your band play.Â
Somewhere down the line, you and the lead guitarist of said band are more serious about each other than you ever planned to be â much to the dismay of the rest of your bandmates. Not because they hadnât spent years waiting for you guys to get together (they most definitely had), but because it was virtually impossible to have privacy while living on a tour bus.
Despite your feeble efforts to stay as subtle as possible, itâs dreadfully apparent when you and Eddie are fucking. The door to the bunks slides slowly shut, and Jeff and Gareth wait with walkmans over their ears until it opens again. This time, they flip a coin to decide who has to interrupt.
Gareth loses (âcause Gareth always loses) and curses under his breath while he knocks on the closed door.Â
âDo you guys want food?â you hear him ask over the heavy breathing in your ear. âThat fancy ramen place across the bar just offered us dinner.âÂ
Meanwhile, Eddie Munson is riddled with post-show adrenaline as he all but fucks you stupid. His curly hair is as wild as his glassy eyes, now smokey around the edges with smudged black liner. He keeps his chest flush to your spine as he pounds into you with a primal sort of vigor â one ringed hand curled in your hair, the other gripping the plush of your hip.
âNah, man!â he calls back, choppy through labored breaths, âcause he never stops thrusting into you. Youâd be worried about the quiet clapping sound of his hips against your ass if your head werenât so fuzzy. âWeâre good!â
The promise of food reminds you that you havenât eaten since earlier that day. Suddenly, youâre overcome with unexpected hunger and looming pleasure.Â
âWait, Eds,â you pant. âFood actually sounds really good right now.â
Eddie rolls his eyes in response, even though you both know heâs gonna give you what you want either way. First, a leg-shaking orgasm that youâll in feel in your limbs for a half hour after itâs over. Second, all the damn ramen you can eat.
âFuck, fineâ Okay, weâre coming!â Eddie shouts. âJust give us, like, ten minutes, will ya?!â
Gareth grumbles faintly from the other side of the sliding glass door. âYes, master,â you hear him grouse as he stalks off back to the living area of the tour bus â where itâs safe.Â
A laugh rumbles in Eddieâs chest as he starts fucking into you again. You bury a whine into your pillow when his balls slap your clit. He presses his mouth to your ear, and you feel his lips curling into a lopsided smile there. âYou call me that, and weâll be outta here in thirty seconds flat, sweetheart.â
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There are ghosts in Hawkins...
#my art#comic#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#st#haunting#ghosts#tagging this to hell cause I spent so much time on it lol#uuuuh should I tag steddie? sure#steddie#fan comic#horror#horror comics
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đ§đš đšđ§đ đȘđźđąđđ đ„đąđ€đ đČđšđź | đ.đŠ.
This piece contains 18+ content.
Pairing Eddie Munson x Female Reader [friends â lovers]
Summary Eddie holds good on his promise to take you out on a date, and as the night comes to a close, you realize youâre not ready to say goodbye [fluff, smut, 4.3k].
A/N This is the long-awaited continuation of come whatever may. You can read that first if you'd like, but enough context will be provided here. Spoiler alert: the sex is very soft, teasy, and desperate because theyâre in l-o-v-e. Haven't written smut in nearly two years, but I evoked the muses of times pastâand thus!...
PART 1
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Summer is long gone, but when you open the door to Eddie holding flowers, the warmth that rises to your cheeks makes it feel nearer than ever. Itâs a vibrant bouquet composed of white roses, red lilies, babyâs breath, and leafy foliage. The wrapper crinkles as he extends them to you with an easy smile and soft hello. Your eyes flick back up to his after admiring the delicate blooms.Â
Thereâs a healthy flush to his cheeks, his curls neat and defined. The black leather jacket heâs wearing clings to his slender frame with a polished edge. Under the weight of your gaze, he huffs out a chuckle that reminds you youâre still on earth.Â
âGonna let me in, sweetheart?â Charm drips from his voice and shimmers within his chocolate eyes.Â
Nodding, you shuffle backwards, allowing him to enter and push the door shut behind himself. As he steps further inside, you can feel his gaze sweeping over your outfit. An olive-green corduroy dress layered over a beige turtleneck thatâs soft against your skin. His smile grows, glinting bright enough for anyone to believe he just won the Lotto when, really, itâs just the pretty sight of you holding the flowers he bought.Â
âThese are beautiful.â You raise the bouquet, but Eddieâs eyes remain on you. Seeking refuge from his gaze, you tuck your nose down to inhale the sweet fragrance of the petals. âThey smell amazing too.âÂ
âThatâs all you, sweetheart.âÂ
You get shy when his eyes meet yours. âYou like my outfit and everything?âÂ
Eddie swallows back a degree of his earnestness so he doesnât sound too far gone. âOf course I do, are you kidding me?âÂ
Seemingly out of nowhere, Robin descends the staircase with a bag slung over her shoulder like sheâs prepared to leave, hair tied up in a messy bun. Given your parents were away in Indianapolis for the weekend, youâd asked her to come over and help you get ready so you wouldnât be alone.Â
Eddieâs eyes flick to her, clearing his throat. âDid you help her pick this out, Buckley?âÂ
âObviously,â she smirks. âNice hair.âÂ
âIt is really nice,â you agree with a soft smile. Eddie lifts a passive shoulder, chest fluttering.Â
âRob, do you think you couldâŠâ she takes the bouquet without you having to ask. The two of you had shuffled through the attic and dug out a vase earlier that afternoon.Â
Eddie had promised this date, along with flowers, a week ago when you slipped away from Steveâs party to be alone. That night, heâd kissed you in the heat of the moment but wanted to backtrack and do things right. You deserved that much.Â
The time youâve been looking forward to has finally come.Â
With your hands now free, the only thing you can think to do is wrap your arms around Eddie. The world goes still as he hugs you back, nerves quelling beneath your skin. For a moment, you merely enjoy the warmth of the same arms youâve been wrapped in countless times before. With your head tucked into his chest, enveloped by the faint scent of his cologne, you release all the worries that ride on the sweeping coattails of change. For a moment, heâs just Eddie, your best friend.Â
When you pull away, he leans in, tilting his head with that familiar, boyish curiosity. âYou alright?â he asks quietly, searching your gaze.
You nod, a smile breaking through. He takes your hand in his and gives it a squeeze, âJust checkinâ.âÂ
Robin soon walks back into the foyer. âI put the flowers in a vase for you,â she announces, taking her hair down and shaking it out. âHate to admit it, but you two are actually cute. Itâs disgusting.âÂ
âHey,â Eddie lifts his hands, laughing. âLittle victories.âÂ
She adjusts her bag on her shoulder with a content sigh. âWelp, Iâm about to go pester Harrington at Family Video.â She turns to Eddie, playfully narrowing her eyes. âYou better treat her right, âcause best believe Iâll be hearing all about this date.âÂ
When she slips out the door, Eddie smiles at you in silent assurance.Â
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The sun hasnât quite begun to set, but orange and pink faintly blend on the horizon. A cool fall breeze flows in through the cracked windows as the radio plays softly. Eddie had asked his Uncle Wayne to borrow his pickup truck because itâd be more romantic than his bulky van. You canât say whether he was right, only that youâre grateful to be riding shotgun with himâheaded to an unknown destination, no less.Â
Youâd already guessed through a list of places that Eddie denied with amusement. Sighing, you look out the window to people bustling about, walking dogs and strolling out of shops. Youâre coming out of the more commercial side of town, nearing Loverâs Lake and the state park. Â
âI give up,â you sigh.Â
Eddie chuckles, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze, ignorant to his warming effect on you. âOkay, fine, Iâll give you a hint.â That makes you peer over at him in interest. âIf I had to guess, Iâd say not a lot of people have had the chance to try it out yet.âÂ
Thatâs a dead giveaway. Your mouth falls open in surprise. âThat new place along the lakeâStillwater Grill?â The twitch of Eddieâs lips is telling. âNo way!â The excitement in your voice makes his chest tighten.
Stillwater was supposed to be good, from what youâd heard. A slightly elevated dining experience minus the formalities and steep pricing of a restaurant like Enzoâs. Where classic American favorites embrace small-town charm, according to the paper.Â
Upon your arrival, the parking lot houses a pretty decent number of cars. Loverâs Lake provides a serene backdrop that catches the evening light. Couples stand outside admiring the view. Eddie opens your door and helps you out of the truck like a proper gentleman. You happily tuck yourself into him as you walk inside.Â
When you were younger, you often wondered what love would be like. Books and the movies always presented countless possibilities, but you always believed itâd be special for you. So different that nothing else would be able to compareâperhaps, selfishly. One thing for sure, you never couldâve dreamed up someone like Eddie.Â
As he sits across from you under the dim glow of the lights, laughter and chatter filling the air, you wonder if youâll ever be able to put all this into words. Belly full, you realize what youâve enjoyed even more than the food and cozy, rustic atmosphere was is company.Â
Eddie has an inexplicably magnetic way. There was a magic in getting him all to yourself. In relishing the lovely sparkle in his eyes that suggested he was always on the verge of laughter. The passion he exuded made it seem like the way he loved a given thing was biblical. He could talk the ear off a cornfield if he wanted but knew instinctively when to listen. Even your passing remarks seemed to bear some semblance of importance to him. Â
Conversing with him had always been easy, but without other people vying for his attention, you were truly able to admire the boy before you. To embrace the deepening attraction.Â
As you wait for the waiter to bring the tab, you donât realize youâve grown silent and begun blinking at him with the fondest eyes.Â
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The wooden stairs of your front porch creak under both your footsteps as you climb them, stopping in front of your front door as the night settles around you. Moths flutter around the lanterns framing the door, crickets chirp in the lawn. Eddie kicks at a dead leaf, combing through a sea of thoughts in search of the right words.Â
âThereâs something Iâve been meaning to ask,â he says. You wait for him to continue. His doe eyes search yours for the briefest moment, seeing right through you it seems. âWould you like to be my girlfriend? âCause I think itâs gonna be hard for me to quit you.âÂ
Your mouth opens a couple times in a mix of giddiness and surprise. âYeah,â you finally breathe. âYeah, Iâd love to be your girlfriend.âÂ
Smiling, he steps forward to capture your lips in a slow, sweet kiss that you feel everywhere. It manages to outshine the first, more desperate, kiss youâd shared a week prior. This one is steady and sure, like a promise sealed with a prim bow. When he pulls away to look into your eyes, you shyly duck your head.Â
âIâll call you tomorrow?â he asks, lifting your chin.Â
He doesnât want to go, instead wishing he could stall and stay right here with you. Heâs parted ways with you hundreds of times before, but now he canât seem to figure out how he ever did. Thatâs how he knows heâs in trouble. The best kind.Â
âIâll pick up,â you promise.Â
He stands at your door until you see yourself inside. Itâs quiet without him. Your eyes land on the flowers he got you, now in a vase in the living room thanks to Robin. Too quiet. The sound of your front door reopening stops Eddie in his tracks. He turns around with a slight furrow between his brows.Â
âEverything okay?â he calls, mindful of his volume.Â
You make a small motion for him to come back to you. He listens in a heartbeat.Â
Thereâs a weighted look in his eyes beneath the playfulness, âMiss me already?âÂ
âNo,â you lie.Â
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Itâs a wonder how you manage to make it feel like thereâs a pleasant fire kindling within him. What started out as yet another easy conversation, has turned into you straddling his lap on the couch, the fabric of your dress riding up your thighs as the TV drones in the background.
Everything feels heightened now. The brush of your lips against his, your fingers gently scratching at the nape of his neck.Â
Eddieâs lips part in a soft, shuddering breath when you roll your hips over him.Â
âHold on a second, sweetheart.â His eyebrows are pinched as he pulls back from the kiss, hands stilling you.Â
You blink down at him all owl-like. âDid I do something?â you murmur, purposely shifting over him again.
He restrains from canting his hips upwards. Thereâs a softness to his gaze even though his cheeks are flushed hot.Â
âIf getting me worked up counts. Youâre real good at that.â His shamelessness is dizzying. âJust donât wanna get ahead of myself.â Itâs a subtle invitation, a chance for you to call things off in case you arenât on the same page.Â
But you can feel warmth pooling low in your belly. âWhat else am I good at?âÂ
He knows youâre game then. For whatever this is, whatever itâs bound to become.Â
âTrying to pretend Iâm not driving you crazy too.â He chuckles when you duck to hide your face in the crook of his neck, kissing the sensitive skin there.Â
Thereâs a gentleness to the way Eddieâs hand slips beneath the hem of your dress, meeting the delicate skin of your inner thigh.Â
âEddie,â you murmur, lifting from his neck as his fingers continue their trail upwards.
âHmm?â He pauses, thumb stroking your skin in soft circles.Â
âCan we go to my room?â A slight shiver runs through you as his fingers move to trace along the crease of your thigh.
âYour call, sweetheart.âÂ
Before he withdraws his hand, he snaps the waistband of your panties and grins when you straighten. Â
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The lamp on your nightstand casts everything in a dim, warm glow. Eddie shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over your desk chair, eyes roving over the notebooks and pens strewn about. The sight of his tattooed arms makes you move to kiss him again, letting your lips wander to the corner of his mouth and his chin in a trail of warmth. He throbs in his jeans when you slip your fingers beneath the hem of his shirt and curl them into his stomach.Â
Reluctantly, he pulls away from your lips and steps back enough to pull the fabric over his head in one swift movement, muscles rippling as the dark ink on his torso is revealed. With newly disheveled hair, he kisses you backward onto the bed, crawling over top of you as you settle into the mattress with a pleased hum.Â
Having the upper hand allows him to press hot kisses along your jaw and down the side of your neck as you huff out sighs and caress his milky skin with buzzing fingertips. Nothing about his movements is rushed, each press of his lips intentional enough to believe he'd had them planned for years.
Eddie didnât know your body yet, not in the way heâd like to. But he was reading it in real-time. Cataloging every writhe and hitch of your breath so he knew where to return. The obsessive part of his brain often gets on his nerves, but heâs grateful for it now. Grateful he wants to see every move and sound you can make. Thereâs an artistry to it, a musicality.Â
An inkling of panic arises when he begins to suckle on the side of your neck as you offer it. Not because heâs being rough, but because itâs overwhelming enough to want to crawl out of your skin. A soft whimper rises up your throat as your hands find his flexed biceps, digging in. Youâre unsure of whether to pull him closer or push him away.Â
Eddie rises from your neck on his own accord, running a finger over the spot. âYou like it when I kiss you here, huh?â Thereâs a slow, honeyed quality to his voice.Â
When you offer a helpless nod, he leans back down again, and you shudder as his mouth laves over the same sensitive area a little ways beneath your ear. Exasperated, you blindly paw for the waistband of his jeans, fingers shaky as you fiddle with his belt buckle.
Feeling your struggle, Eddie moves to press a final kiss to your throat before pulling away from your neck.Â
âStupid thing,â you pant, pouting up at him for help.Â
Chuckling, Eddie reaches down with one hand to undo it with ease. Then, watches with blown pupils as you hurry to undo the button and zipper. He slips off the bed as smoothly as he can to remove his pants, black boxers tented and straining. A spark of heat surges through you as you press your thighs together at the sight.Â
No sooner is he crawling back to help you out of your clothes. The lacy underwear set youâre wearing beneath is a pretty shade of baby blue, and Eddie canât help but palm himself.Â
âJesus,â he sounds awed and devastated at the same time. âYouâre so gorgeous...âÂ
Before heâs even had time to process, you take off your bra, baring your chest for him to see. Your nipples pebble with the new exposure and all of two seconds pass before heâs surging forward, sending you tumbling back to the mattress in a breath of startled laughter he swallows down like a lifeline.Â
You gasp into his mouth, back arching, as he cups one of your breasts, circling and rolling your nipple between his fingers. Youâre barely kissing him back anymore, but he continues licking into your mouth as your lips part around shallow exhales.Â
Thatâs when the phone begins to ring. Eddie sits back on his haunches despite your attempt to stop him.Â
âMight be important.â His voice is rough.Â
âThey can leave a message.âÂ
He smirks, dragging a hand through his hair. âYou sure?â
Lifting your leg, you run a careful foot over the swell of his boxers. He twitches at the contact.Â
âYouâre all I care about,â you murmur. âNeed you, E.â Thereâs a desperate edge to your voice that draws him right back in.
âYouâve got me.â He runs a lone finger down the front of your panties. âCan I take these off?â Youâre only half listening to his words, nodding to whatever. âLift up for me.â The muscles of your thighs tremble as you do.Â
Tossing your panties aside, he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your belly button. Then another one just beneath it. A surprised sound rises up your throat when he gently spreads you open to kiss that swollen, sensitive part of you thatâs pulsing with need. Â
âOh, goshââ you stutter out, hands threading into his hair.
âNeed me right here?â His voice is laced with a smile, and you canât help a breathy laugh. Prideful warmth ignites in his chest. âOr do you need me somewhere else?â He trails playful, ticklish nips along your inner thighs, making you squirm.Â
âEddie, pleaseâŠâÂ
Heâs gracious enough to begin rubbing your clit in precise, measured circles, intently studying the pretty scrunch of your face.
âFirmer,â you instruct breathily, ââjust like that, just like that.â Your legs spread wider instinctively, arching when he collects your slick with a slow, heavy finger.Â
Youâre already so on edge from his previous attention that it only takes a few moments before you ascend into bliss, muscles growing taut as your mouth falls agape. The strong, rhythmic pulses serve as your only touchpoint to reality along with Eddieâs tender caress at your slick, fluttering entrance. One he didnât even have the chance to breach.Â
âLook at youâŠâ he says, voice thick. âMade it easy for me.â He laughs a little, more turned on than anything.Â
âItâs not funny,â you halfheartedly assert, cheeks prickling.Â
âNo,â Eddie agrees. âJust super-duper hot.âÂ
As he raises up, you realize his other hand is tucked into his boxers, lazily stroking himself. A second wave of desire builds within you, overlapping the remnants of the first and any sense of embarrassment that had begun to kindle. Itâs spurred by the deep flush of his cheeks, the way his eyes are soaking you in like heâs just witnessed the most beautiful unraveling.Â
Under your hazy, watchful gaze, he scrambles off the bed. Without warning, he shoves his boxers down, kicking them from around his ankles. His arousal impressively springs up towards his stomach. You bite your lip at the rosy, leaking tip, the gorgeous vein snaking prominently along the underside.Â
Eddie peeks over at you with a dazed quirk of his lips before retrieving his wallet from his jacket. He pulls out a square foil packet and promptly rips it open with his teeth.Â
Upon crawling back into the bed, he isnât expecting you to take his cock in a loose hold, stroking upwards from the curly hair at the base to circle your thumb around the tip. Thereâs a pleasant tug low in his gut as he kicks up in your palm.Â
âSweetheartâŠâ His voice is soft, nearly a plea. You let your hand glide back down, this time venturing lower to cradle the soft weight hanging beneath. He nearly buckles forward. âWhat're you doing to me?â he rasps.Â
âNothing,â you murmur innocently, wetting your hand and giving him a few more easy strokes, enjoying the warm, veiny feel of him before withdrawing your touch.Â
He curses under his breath as he rolls the condom down, his gaze never leaving you as you reposition yourself to take him.Â
âEager beaver,â you lilt as he crowds over you.Â
âYeah,â he exhales. âI am.âÂ
He lines up at your entrance, tip catching as he collects your slick with a wavering breath. Â
You open your legs even wider. âWant you,â you murmur, breathy and sweet.Â
The expression on his face is like something from a painting, raw and rapturous as he eases into your encompassing warmth. He takes it slow, giving you time to relax around him as you breathe through the dull ache of welcoming him in. A low, guttural sound escapes him once heâs buried all the way.Â
Your chests brush. Tears prick in your eyes at the closeness, the feeling of being filled so completely.Â
âYouâre unreal,â he murmurs, lips clumsy against your chin. âLike I made you up in my head.âÂ
He begins moving, slowly drawing back only to push back in. A steady rhythm finds him as your mouth falls open, legs hooking around his thighs. The muscles of his back ripple with his effort, and you chart every tense line with your fingertips.Â
With a low groan, he makes a minor adjustment to better reach that spongy spot within you. You arch into him with a whimper, breath catching in your throat.Â
âThere she is,â he whispers, reaching between your bodies to rub firm, steady circles against your clit.Â
âOh, godâŠâ It sounds like youâre in pain even though youâre the furthest thing from it. When you close your eyes, tears stream down your face in twin streaks, surprising both of you. Eddie tenderly wipes them away, gaze soft.Â
âYouâre okay,â he promises. âItâs just me, angel.â
Except, Eddie isn't just anything. Youâve never felt so close to someone, so in tune, and somehow, itâs Eddieâsweet, goofy, wild-haired Eddieâwho knew exactly what you needed. He picks up the pace as you arch and writhe beneath him, body yielding without question.
âYou feel so good,â you whimper, clenching around him.Â
His groan reverberates against your neck as his hips jerk sloppily, âCanât say stuff like thatâŠâ Those words only make you tighten around him again.
The dazed way he mouths at your shoulder lets you know heâs clinging onto composure. Youâre too warm, too everythingâsnug, and soft, and beautiful. Heâs not ready for this feeling to end. This heady, binding haze of pleasure. Â
âEddie,â you breathe softly. âWanna ride youâŠâÂ
Your plea nearly finishes him off. âYeah?â he croaks.
You nod, whimpering. He barely withstands the feeling of slipping from within you. Shifting onto his back allows him a moment of reprieve, but he nearly loses himself when you straddle him, sinking back down with a circle of your hips.Â
You brace your hands on his ribcage, steadily rocking on top of him as your head tips back. Sweat glistens in the divot of his sternum as he attempts to move in time with you. When you speed up, he closes his eyes to calm himself down.Â
âHeyâŠwhereâd you go?â You croon, grazing your nails from his chest to his quivering stomach, relishing the feeling of his warm, dewy skin beneath your fingertips.
The wrecked way he forces his eyes back open almost makes you fall apart. His fingers dig into the meat of your hips as a greater sense of urgency awakens between you. Itâs in the way you speed up, both eager, desperate, chasing. He memorizes the way your body moves over top of his, the bouncy sway of your chest.Â
âYou look so pretty taking me like this,â he shudders. âMy pretty girl.âÂ
âEddieâŠâ you coo, high and breathy.Â
âI know, sweetheart,â he chokes out. âWanna feel you come around me so bad.â Heâs babbling now, âShit, Iâm not gonna last. I canât take it anymore, angel...I canâtââÂ
The earnest crack of his voice sends you tumbling over the edge, vision spotting. Pleasure radiates throughout every fiber of your being as your walls contract around him. He stills your hips with a firm hold, bucking upwards and coming undone in surging waves. You slide your hands over his abdomen to feel him flex with each strong jolt that wracks him.Â
As your body begins to relax, you blink down at him, lips parted as you catch your breath. Eddie throws an arm over his face as he sucks in air, neck and chest flushed pink. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows.Â
Both of you shudder as you ease off him. The pleasant ache of loss pulses between your legs as you partially lay down on top of him, hooking a leg over his waist. He traces along your thigh in light, soothing passes. You can feel his chest rising and falling.Â
âYou okay?â he eventually murmurs.
You nod, kissing his shoulder. âYou?â
âI think so,â he chuckles weakly.Â
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The afterglow brings a quiet stillness to the air. Clean and beneath the sheets, you study Eddieâs long lashes, his nose, his plush lips. He eventually cracks a self-conscious smile. Â
âWhat?â he questions. You shake your head because you donât know what to say. He doesnât look like he believes you. âCâmon...âÂ
So, you think of something, a small truth youâre willing to give him, âI just really enjoyed spending time with you tonight.â
He hums, a mischievous glint flickering in his eyes. âWhat was your favorite part?âÂ
âProbably the food at Stillwater,â you say, though your fingertips are tracing along his jaw, then down his neck, trailing to his waistline to lightly brush between his hip bones as he squirms. âBest Iâve ever had,â you lilt.Â
Eddie breaks into a flustered laugh, leaning over to sleepily kiss the coy smile from your lips.Â
âBut really, though,â you say afterward. âThanks for tonight. Never met a guy quite like you.âÂ
Eddie realizes then that heâd better get a head start on counting his lucky stars.Â
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went to a gig the other night and the singer for the support band looked exactly how i would expect eddie munson to look if corroded coffin made it big and i havenât stopped thinking about him since
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Drunk Robin: Don't fear death, fear the state you will die in.
Drunk Eddie, whispering fearfully: New Jersey.
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