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Family Room Open San Francisco
An illustration of a mid-sized transitional open concept family room with a light wood floor, gray walls, a tile fireplace, a music area, and a wall-mounted television
#light wood flooring#wall mounted copper lanterns#guitar wall mount#wood wall paneling#wall mounted lanterns
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Discover the Finest Ukulele Wall Mounts in Openhagen | Your Ultimate Guide
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#openhagen#Ukulele Wall Mount#guitar accessories#denmark#guitar wall mount#headphone stand#guitar holder
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Music Room - Transitional Family Room
#Mid-sized transitional open concept light wood floor family room photo with a music area#gray walls#a standard fireplace#a tile fireplace and a wall-mounted tv wall mounted lanterns#reclaimed wood mantel#guitar wall mount#wall mounted copper lanterns#reclaimed wood fireplace mantel#light hardwood floors#wood wall paneling
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Good morning~
#chuuya just scooted over to Dazai's side during the night. stole his pillow and everything#vee (@videogamelover) started sending me pictures of orange and black cats and saying they were skk (and co)#and of course there was a picture of two cats cuddling and it's been proven that it's the easiest way to make me draw cuddles#bsd#bungo stray dogs#bungou stray dogs#bsd fanart#bsd chuuya#bsd dazai#bsd nakahara chuuya#bsd dazai osamu#skk#soukoku#nawy's art#me drawing chuuya's legs: harukawa this is 4 u#featuring my (correct) opinions on what chuuya's living space would have in it#which are mostly music-related and some trinkets/pictures to remember people by#that guy is 22 and didn't have his own space + the will to make it his own until he was like 16-17 i will not accept 'fancy' designer looks#it's 2 sound systems some collector edition guitar mounted on the wall a vinyls collection and general punk/rock vibes all around#no he can't actually play any of the instruments in his home
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Do I,,, post this at nearly 11 pm,,, I think yes I’m too excited anyway have kiyazan cuddle hours (which are always) @cashweasel I was good and kept it after the last time I showed u lolll it was really harD bc LOOK AT THEM
#triumphantt art#my art#kiyazan#oc: Kiara#yazan hadidi#certified blorbo in law#original characters#one is not mine tho is besties b#anyway#y’all want some kiyazan lore in the tags fdsfsdfsf#the stuffed lil raccoon is one of 2 (the other is his) they won them in a lil claw machine as teenagers LOL#the guitar on the wall is a gift and then it being hung up is a product of yazan finally putting up the wall mounts Kiara bought for her#guitars that she never put up <3#also giving yazan his freckles is like a reward#Kiara is like#entirely decked out in his clothes XD#this photo is actually all she could ask for she is incredibly content rn#nothing better than being mooshed#ugh#they adore each other and I love them sm#i cannot DEAl#w it#also the plushie is unfortunately never a part of the cuddles FSDFFDSf Kiara does not want obstacles in cuddle time#rip in peace to him
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I'm sorry I had a crisis while looking at a furniture catalog and imagining a life I'll never be able to afford. As if it's my fault.
#i saw the most beautiful combination turntable record storage and 2 guitar stand#i want it so bad#and it was surprisingly affordable for what it was#but my entire life has to fit in a single bedroom#so i dont have room for that kind of thing#then i saw a gorgeous wall mounted shelf#but im not allowed to wall mount anything#i just want my own space#theres so many beautiful vanitys with makeup storage built in#op
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24 hours until I get my wings!!!
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Finally got my ukulele mounted to the wall
#i didnt want to get out the electric screwdriver#so i screwed it into the wall with my pocket screwdriver#i am tired now#now i just need a wall mount for my guitar so i can free up some floor space#and now#It Is Time To Sort Bouncy Balls#The Rug Is Clean And The Trash Has Been Taken Out#I Have Gatorade And Have Eaten Like 5 Balls Of Cookie Dough#i may also recount how many i have#the bag of them i bought a few years ago was a 250 pack but ive lost a few and also found some of my old ones since then#so idk how many are in there now#unfortunately harley has decided that me sitting on the bed to cool down after screwing my ukulele mount to the wall#means its time to nap on ny lap#at least let me get on the floor first dude
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((I pray for you and the guitar))
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#i'm legit trying to figure out if the truss rod broke or if i'm just being paranoid#strings are easily replaced#rickenbackers are not#time to hit home depot first to fix the hole in the wall#then i can stress over my baby#not sure how it the wall mount fell out either#a saga of how i'm trying to not cry over a 4k guitar
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Transitional Kids - Kids Room Image of a medium-sized transitional kids' room with white walls and a carpet in a gender-neutral beige color.
#marquee lights#french door#wall mounted guitars#gray modular sofa#roman shades#oversized stuffed animals#beige carpet
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Austin Family Room
#Family room - mid-sized rustic enclosed porcelain tile and brown floor family room idea with a music area#beige walls#a standard fireplace#a stone fireplace and a wall-mounted tv glass table#beams#wood hutch#guitar#family room
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Living Room - Midcentury Living Room
#Living room - large 1950s open concept light wood floor living room idea with beige walls#a standard fireplace#a brick fireplace and a wall-mounted tv modern arc floor lamp#mid century wall art#mid-century modern coffee table#mid-century modern guitar pick side table#mid century modern great room#mid century modern family room
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U-Shape Home Bar
#Wet bar - large mediterranean u-shaped dark wood floor wet bar idea with an undermount sink#shaker cabinets#black cabinets#solid surface countertops#white backsplash and glass sheet backsplash electric guitars on the wall#side table#cigar loundgeigar room#side tablesmoking loundge#stone table#wall mounted tv
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(SHE’S) JUST A PHASE CHAPTER ELEVEN: flirting in space
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She flops onto the bed, her stomach pressing against the soft duvet. “Dude, what is your bed made out of?” she mumbles, her face buried in the white fabric.
That is definitely going to leave a stain for sure.
Megumi stifles a laugh as he quietly closes his bedroom door and takes a seat beside her, the bed sinking on one side. “So, are we going to watch this stupid movie of yours or what?”
She shoots up, a mix of shock and indignation flashing across her face. “I actually cannot believe you said that about Little Women” she retorts him with a scoff, playfully shoving his chest.
“Besides” she begins while pulling her hair away from her face, “I decided that The Virgin Suicides is a better fitting movie for your first femcel watch”
“Why’s that?” he quirks an eyebrow.
“I wanna see you as uncomfortable as possible”, she grins.
He rolls his eyes, letting out a dramatic sigh as his back hits the mattress beside her. With a casual motion, he places his hands behind his head, gazing up at the ceiling.
They both lie there, staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars that adorn the raven-haired boy’s ceiling, a constellation of dreams lighting up the dark room.
It felt silly seeing such a child-like thing in his bedroom, it was absurd even, yet she understood. Understood the need to cling to the fragments of her childhood. Those memories, like distant stars, offered a comforting light in the darkness. She could almost hear the echoes of laughter on long summer days, the sticky sweetness of melted ice creams, and the chaotic joy of birthday parties. Each scrape and bruise carried a story, a testament to the adventures that once defined her youth. All of that resembled each star stuck onto the ceiling - thirty-two to be exact. Each one a symbol of a cherished moment—shining brightly yet tinged with an ache for what had been lost to the passage of time. The ache of the simplicity of those carefree days
"When did you start playing guitar?" she asks, interrupting the comfortable silence that had settled between them.
The living room is cozy, illuminated by the soft glow of the overhead lights and filled with the warm, buttery scent of freshly popped popcorn.
"I started when I was thirteen," he replies, a hint of nostalgia creeping into his voice.
He turns his head for moment, his eyes absently looking at a framed portrait of something far too small for her to see.
"My dad used to teach me."
"Oh," she says, leaning in a little closer, her eyes searching his for more. There's a flicker of something in his expression that makes her heart ache—a blend of fondness and sadness.
"Yeah, he left us, though." His voice drops, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air.
She watches as his gaze drifts to the wall, lost in memories that seem to swirl just out of reach.
She lets out a laugh, but it quickly transforms into a cough, the awkwardness of the moment catching her off guard.
"Okay fuck you," he snaps, standing up abruptly, the frustration palpable in his posture.
"I’m sorry but the trauma dumping caught me off guard, you dropped that on me out of nowhere!" she defends, she muffles behind a hand, still caught off gaurd by the sudden information.
She brushes a stray strand of hair behind her ear, trying to regain her composure.
He scoffs and steps toward the flatscreen mounted on the wall, its black surface gleaming under the lights.
"Parents do suck, though," she continues, her tone becoming more contemplative.
"They usually write you in their will or leave a family heirloom in your name - not a lifetime full of trauma and trust issues"
She lets out a long sigh, the weight of her words sinking into the atmosphere.
He raises an eyebrow, intrigued by her candidness. Grabbing the remote and the bowl of popcorn he had prepared earlier, he settles onto the floor in front of her, the soft thud of his body breaking the tension. The popcorn clinking against the bowl.
Leaning back so her head hangs over the edge of the couch, she looks at him upside down, a playful grin breaking across her face.
"At least the trauma made me hot and funny."
Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she tries to inject humor back into their conversation.
"Neither of those are true," he replies with a smirk, scrolling through Netflix, his thumb moving methodically over the remote.
The light from the screen casts a flickering glow on their faces, adding to the intimacy of the moment. She lifts her head until she's right side up, then snatches the remote from him, sticking out her tongue in playful defiance.
"Riilight," she says, dripping with sarcasm, unable to suppress her laughter any longer.
As she continues scrolling, her brow furrows in concentration, her fingers dancing over the screen. Suddenly, a familiar cover catches her eye—a close-up of a blonde.
"YES!" she exclaims, her excitement bubbling over as she presses play. The sound of the opening theme fills the room, and she plops down next to him grabbing a handful of popcorn.
“I’m going to quiz you afterward, so you better be paying attention!” she exclaims, her mouth full of popcorn, kernels spilling slightly over her lips.
He shakes his head, a bemused smile on his face as he watches her horrible table manners. “Yeah, yeah, whatever just shut up and watch the movie,” he replies, amusement lacing his voice.
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“It didn’t matter how old they had been, or that they were girls. But only that we had loved them, and that they hadn’t heard us calling, still did not hear us calling them out of those rooms. Where they went to be alone all time, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.”
A blank screen suddenly filled with white text that began to ascend slowly, leaving the pair enveloped in a heavy silence, both grappling with the weight of what they had just witnessed.
“What the fuck,” Megumi finally murmured, his voice low and incredulous.
“So… didja like it?” she asked, tilting her head slightly, a teasing glimmer in her eyes.
“Liked it? Did I like it?” he echoed, incredulous.
“Yeah, did you?”
Megumi turned to face her, locking eyes with an intensity that was both surprising and distraught.
“DID THEY ALL JUST FUCKING DIE?!” he shouted, hands gripping her shoulders as he shook her gently, urgency radiating from him.
“IS THERE A SECOND MOVIE? WE HAVE TO WATCH IT! WHAT HAPPENS NEXT? WHY DID THEY CUT DOWN THE TREE?” His questions spilled out in a rush, a torrent of disbelief and passion that made her laugh despite the intensity of the moment.
“YN, WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?” he asked, bewildered.
“Shhhh,” she urged, pressing a hand to his lips in a shushing gesture. “It’s 2 AM! We don’t need to wake up the rest of the house about with your screaming about the death of four teenage girls,” she hissed, trying to rein in her amusement.
“Mmmff mmmph mppff,” he protested, his words muffled yet animated.
She finally removed her hand, and he took a deep breath, clearly still caught up in the heat of the moment. “We have to watch the second movie,” he insisted, eyes wide with eagerness.
“There’s no second movie,” she replied, bending down to gather the scattered popcorn he had sent flying in his fervour.
“But there are so many unanswered questions. Like, why did they do it?” His frustration was palpable, a crease forming between his brows.
She regarded him with a look as if to say "bitch be so serious".
“The whole movie answered that question,” she replied, exasperation in her tone.
He sat back, stunned, still reeling from the emotional impact of the film, especially the shocking fate of the four blondes. The gravity of the ending lingered, and she could see the gears turning in his mind, struggling to process the story’s conclusion.
“Don’t think too hard. Wouldn’t want that pretty head of yours to fry,” she teases, her tone light and playful.
"Sofia Coppola is fucked," he declares, his voice brimming with enthusiasm as he leaps onto the bed, the mattress softly bouncing beneath him.
Leaning in, she whispers conspiratorially, "But that's what makes her so brilliant."
In a sudden burst of energy, he turns and pounces on top of her, catching her completely off guard. She gasps, a surprised squeal escaping her lips, which quickly dissolves into laughter as she instinctively tries to push him off.
"Megumi, get off! You're so heavy!" she exclaims, her tone a mix of playful annoyance and genuine struggle.
"Nahh," he replies, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He finds amusement in her attempts to squirm free, relishing the playful dynamic between them.
Straddling her and pinning her hands to the bed, the atmosphere crackles with tension and unspoken possibilities. His laughter fills the room, finding entertainment in her weak attempt at an escape.
“Come on, Yn, you can do better than that,” he quips, raising an eyebrow and flashing a teasing smirk.
She squirms beneath him, laughter mixing with playful frustration as she tries to wriggle free. After a moment, he gives in, unstraddling her and lying down beside her.
They find themselves in the same relaxed position as earlier in the night, but now the air is thick with an unspoken tension that draws them closer together. Her phone buzzes on the nightstand, disrupting the moment. She glances at the screen, and the unsaved contact tells her everything she needs to know. With a resigned roll of her eyes, she tosses her phone to the floor, irritation flashing across her face.
“Who was that?” he asks, his curiosity evident.
“Scam text,” she replies tersely, her tone clipped as she attempts to brush off the interruption. The moment lingers, heavy with what’s left unsaid, both of them acutely aware of the shift in their dynamic.
A minute of silence envelops them, thick with unspoken thoughts. She feels the warmth radiating off him, a heat that heightens the already-charged atmosphere.
Finally, he breaks the stillness. “We have a gig on Saturday if you want to come.”
“Do you want me to come?” she asks, turning her head to meet his gaze. He remains focused on the ceiling, lost in thought.
“I don’t mind. The offer’s there. I can get you free entry if you do, and there’s also—”
Before he can finish, she reaches up, capturing his face in her hands and turning it toward her. Their eyes lock, and he’s struck by the intensity in hers.
“Yeah, but do you want me to come?” she presses, her voice steady but tinged with an underlying vulnerability.
He sees the anticipation sparkling in her eyes, a mixture of hope and expectation hanging in the air between them. Two responses linger on the tip of his tongue, but instead of articulating them, he chooses neither. He closes the distance between them, his lips crashing onto hers with a sudden, fervent urgency. The kiss is intoxicating, filled with everything left unsaid, igniting the moment into something deeper. Something that the pair refuse to say out loud.
Good answer.
extras!
• partygirls do NOT keep secrets in the house so she immediately told them where she was (and also apologised to nobara)
• yn drives illegally LOL (too many dui’s + she does not actually have a license)
• megumi actually live pretty close to her otherwise she definitely would have caught the train
• megumi was NOT nonchalant this chapter…
• NO SLUT SHAMING IN THIS CHAPTER!! WE ARE MAKING PROGRESS CHAT
• playground love got added to megumis playlist immediately after the movie (he shazammed it)
• they both watched little women and then barbie after
• megumi had to excuse himself to go the bathroom bc he was lowkey abt to cry at the ending of little women (he’s so me)
• letterboxxd reviews!!
• panda has recently been binge watching the talk tuah podcast and now comments the same thing under everyones tweet (theyre sick of him) (his favourite episode is the one with jojo siwa by far)
• sukuna stalker era? (he has our location set on indefinitely yn just forgot to turn it off for him)
• aw hes just looking out for us #protectiveboyfie #bias
a/n: SORRY FOR THE DELAY LAST WEEK WAS SO CRAZY I COULDNT MEET THE DEADLINE!!!! next chapter out in a couple of hours but after that posting will be back on regular times🙂↕️
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Let me remind you
(middle photo credit: @eddiemunsons-missingnipple )
Paring | Eddie Munson x fem!blind reader
Summary | Reader is blind and Eddie is utterly obsessed with you, going out of his way to play you music and read to you. It’s simply a friendship, but he can’t stop himself from crossing the line.
Notes/tags | That’s correct, the reader is blind. I do not mean to write this in any way that would be insensitive; I just loved the idea of seeing Eddie care for someone who has a disability. The way he would be so sweet and go above and beyond. If this fic rubs anyone the wrong way or makes anyone uncomfortable, please let me know, and I’ll remove it. My intentions are pure. It’s a very sweet fic with the vibes of what it feels like to be young and in love. — No smut, but there is making out, and it feels very sensual. Also, cheesy AF.
I do switch back and forth with povs, don’t expect this to go by the writers rules.
— Oh, I listened to Ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine while writing this. But what’s new? I always write Eddie fics to that song, even years later.
Word count | 2.1k
Eddie always met you outside. He waits on his porch, finishing his cigarette, and the moment he sees you approaching, he gets up quickly to close the distance, taking your hand to guide you to his place. He loves the excuse to touch you. He’s not greedy either; just your hand in his makes him secretly giddy. He’s focused on it the whole way to his room, even though he’s talking your ear off about a new song he wrote.
Nothing about this is new or different. Eddie inviting you over to play music and talk well into the night has become normal. A friendship that never crosses the line, but Jesus Christ, he thinks of crossing the line all the time. He wonders if your touch would feel different if it was reaching out with love instead of friendship. He doesn’t dare feed into his thoughts of how your kiss would feel and if his name would sound different if you moaned it into his ear.
He admires you as he strums his guitar, only half-focused on the song. By now he’s memorized every curve of your face and has counted every lash on your eyes. It feels wrong to stare, knowing he can’t be caught. Can you feel his gaze?
You’re lying in your usual spot on his bed, surrounded by his scent in the sheets. You try to hide the deep inhales you take as if it were the last time you’d be here. But, it’s not. You’ll be back tomorrow, as you always are.
He plays beautifully, and you try not to smile because he plays softer for you than he does during his shows. Is he nervous to scare you off? He never could.
“I love it,” you say as he finishes the song.
He smiles, and you know because it’s laced with his voice, “You do?”
The sound of his guitar being placed on the wall mount is familiar, followed by the radio on his dresser being turned on. It’s only for background noise. Eddie hates silence, and you can’t help but wonder if he just doesn’t like to sit with his thoughts.
You both lie on his bed in deep conversation with no sense of time. Eddie lazily plays with small strands of your hair with the hand draped behind his head. Does he realize that you notice every time he does it? It makes your stomach flutter.
“Read to me?” you ask as you shift onto your stomach, feet rising up behind you.
Eddie takes a moment to speak, but you hear his breath hitch, and when he does speak, his breath is warm against your face. He shouldn’t be surprised by your question as he reads to you every night, but maybe it’s the way you’re closer to him than before.
Your bodies aren’t touching, but there is a sense of intimacy with the way he’s lying on his back, most likely looking up at you, and the way you’re on your stomach, nearly looming over him.
Unsure if he’s uncomfortable by the way his breathing becomes uneven, you reach over to the nightstand and grab your water, trying to make it seem like you’re giving him a little space. When you return to your position, you’re a few inches away from him.
You realize you were wrong about him feeling uncomfortable because when Eddie grabs The Return of the King off his dresser, he returns to the bed even closer than before.
His arm touches yours as he lies back on the bed, and you can’t take your mind off of it. It gently moves against yours as he turns the page.
“Now, where were we?” he says as the sound of pages turning fills the room. “Aha, here it is.” His smile is audible in his words. “You’ll like this part.”
Eddie begins to read. His voice is like honey, sweet and soothing to your ears. He makes you giggle occasionally with his exaggerated voices for certain characters. His laughter matches your own, and even though he’s read this book a hundred times, it feels like he’s experiencing it for the first time with you.
As he continues, there’s a subtle change in his tone that you can’t quite place until you listen closely to the words. Two characters in the book kiss, and the way Eddie reads the description makes your stomach flutter more than the romance he’s narrating. You feel your cheeks heat up and lower your head to your arms to hide it.
Eddie chuckles softly, saying your name, “Are you blushing?”
“No!”
You bury your face deeper into your arms, breathing in his scent from the sheets. You would give anything to sink into the mattress, completely enveloped by his smell.
He calls your name again, clearly amused by your reaction. His fingers find your sides and he starts tickling you, forcing you out of hiding. You burst into laughter, trying to grab his hands to push him away, but your laughter only encourages him.
“Look at you. You’re so red you might pop,” he teases, continuing to tickle you.
“Stop,” you manage to say between fits of laughter.
You struggle to fight back, and Eddie laughs at your attempts. Your stomach begins to hurt from the laughter, your breathing becomes ragged, and your hair covers your face from the tussle.
Both of you finally give up, gasping for air. Eddie plops down beside you, the weight of his body next to yours so familiar that you long for it when you’re alone in your own bed.
“I’ve never seen you blush that hard before,” he says, amused.
You can feel his stare, which only makes you blush more. “Can you stop?” you groan, playfully shoving his arm.
“Stop what?”
“Staring at me. I can feel it.”
He scoffs, “I’m not staring at you.”
You sit up and demand his bandana. He protests in confusion, but once he understands, he relents. Sitting up directly in front of you, you lift your chin with a sense of victory.
“Because I don’t believe you, this is what I must do.”
Eddie lets out a sigh, pretending to be exasperated though he’s smiling like a fool. “If this pleases you.”
You ignore the flutter in your stomach at his words. Reaching out, your fingertips touch the corner of his mouth, feeling it curve up against your touch. His face is smooth, and you take advantage of the moment to trace your fingers across it, finding their way to his hair. He remains silent, but his breathing is slightly heavier—something only you would notice.
His hair is soft, and you resist the urge to twirl his curls around your finger. Instead, you wrap the bandana around his eyes and tie it tightly behind his head.
“Oh,” he says with surprise, followed by a chuckle. “A little tight, huh?”
“Can’t have you peeking.”
“Don’t you trust me?” he asks.
Your hands drop into your lap as you smile. “Mm, I’m still deciding.”
But that was a lie. You trusted him more than you cared to admit. There were many people you trusted to be alone with, but as you’ve spent time with him, he’s proven that you’re safe with him. The best feeling is being completely vulnerable and knowing without a doubt that the person you count on with your vulnerability handles it with care.
“So, this is what it’s like for you?” he asks softly.
“Something like that.”
The room is silent, the radio off since before he started reading the book you’ve both abandoned. The only sounds are his breathing and the soft hum of the air conditioning. But you notice the parting of his lips and the sudden, yet soft, intake of breath as if he were going to say something but decided not to.
“What is it?” you ask.
He clears his throat as if caught and takes a breath. “Can you…touch me?” You’re nearly taken back by that until he speaks up in a rushed sentence. “Uh, sorry, I —uh, I mean, my arm or face. Show me how it feels for you.”
Your heart warms at his request. And you gladly give him what he wants. Your fingers meet his face again and you admire all the softness. You trace the lines and curves, imagining if he’s as beautiful as he feels. Eddie sits there still for a while, softly breathing.
Then his hands grasp your wrists and lower them to your lap. “My turn,” he says as his fingers begin to move up your arms. Goosebumps break out over your skin, and you try your best to control your breathing, knowing he can hear if it catches in your throat.
His calloused fingers brush against your soft skin, but you don’t mind. One hand drops from your arm and takes hold of one of your hands. You fight back a smile, knowing his fingers tracing your features are close enough to feel your reaction. His hand cups your cheek, his thumb gently brushing against your cheekbone. It feels incredibly intimate, just the sound of his breathing matching yours as time seems to slow.
He breaks the silence. “You’re so beautiful.”
A smile breaks out on your face. “You can’t even see me.”
“I don’t need to. I know exactly what you look like.” His tone is serious yet soft, almost as if he’s in deep thought.
He lets go of your hand and cups your other cheek. Your face fits perfectly between his warm hands.
“Eddie…” you say, wanting to ask what he’s doing, what he’s thinking. But your words fall short as you feel his thumb brush over your bottom lip.
“Tell me you feel this.”
He doesn’t mean his gentle touch on your lips, and you know that. The electrical current between you two could light up Hawkins. He grabs one of your hands and brings it to his chest. Your breath catches at the feeling of his heart thumping wildly against your palm. It’s so strong that you think it might burst out of his chest and right into your hands.
“Yes,” you answer him.
“Tell me I can kiss you.”
Your stomach flutters so fast that you feel like you could float away. “Yes.”
There is a moment of stillness in the room, time frozen. The sound of you both breathing dulls out and you lose feeling in your cheeks at his touch as you await his lips on yours.
He’s so gentle and slow. His lips meet yours and you welcome it, nearly melting into him. The kisses are soft and lazy, as if you both are drunk off each other. Your hands are in his hair and he moans at the feeling. Heat forms in your lower belly and you can’t help yourself when you crawl into his lap.
“Yes,” he breathes as he welcomes you into his embrace. His arms wrapping tightly around your back, rubbing his hands up and down your back while still kissing you.
His tongue brushes your lower lip and you open your mouth to taste him. He’s perfect. He’s all you feel and taste, nearly drowning in him. His bandana is still tightly secured around his eyes and you wonder if he’s consumed by you as well.
Eddie starts kissing your neck and your head drops to the side in pleasure. His hand wraps around your head, keeping you in place as he begins to suck softly in the right spot. You moan and you feel his smile against your skin.
“There it is,” he mumbles, before finding your lips again. “Everything about you is so fucking perfect.”
“Stop.” You mutter against his kiss, fighting back a smile. Your cheeks turn hot and you bury your face in the crook of his neck.
His arms tighten around you and you sink further into his arms. You both stay like that for a few minutes, resting in each other's arms. You feel him inhale you deeply before he starts stroking your hair.
“You may not realize how beautiful you are,” he says as he begins to play with your hair. “But, I don’t mind reminding you every day.”
“Would you?” You whisper.
“I’ll take your hand, tell you in great detail about the world around us while reminding you how it doesn’t even compare to you.” He kisses your shoulder. “Not even close.”
The smile that spreads across your face is almost painful. “You have such a way with words.”
He takes your face in his hands, “I do write songs, sweetheart.”
With that, he kisses you with such passion that you fall back onto the mattress, giggles spilling from your lips as Eddie turns your darkness into light.
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