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hiyo-silver · 6 years ago

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"What's Up You Guys It's Me, Bdenbrough!" - NEW FRIEND VS OLD FRIEND - WHO KNOWS ME BETTER?

Summary: Bill has Eddie and Beverly on his channel to challenge them to see who knows him better.

Chapter 1 2 3 + ao3

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Bill decides to get on an uploading schedule. He wants to post every other week on a sunday, giving him Saturday to film and edit. He makes a habit of it, the hardest part is coming up with ideas for his videos, so often they end up being viral challenges that have long past, or tags he hasn’t even gotten tagged in, like his first video.

His titles give him a few more subscibers, “SLIME MAKING”, “THE ICE BUCKET CHALLENGE - HYPOTHERMIA?”. He learns to become the king of clickbait. He rises up to 100 or so subscibers in a couple months. It makes him feel on top of the world, like the coolest kid in Derry.

Summer comes and he decides it’s finally a good enough time to introduce his newer friends in a vlog or in another type of video. His audience has met Richie, Eddie, and Stan, but not Beverly or Mike or Ben. He especially wants to introduce Bev, he thinks she’s really pretty, and maybe she’ll be impressed by his whopping 257 followers. Maybe she’d even go to get milkshakes with him, or even get a bag of candy to share.

So he sets out on how to execute his next idea, “Best Friend vs New Friend: Who Knows Me Best?” He enlists Eddie for this one, he knows Richie may be too animated for even YouTube in his fresh out of school haze. Plus it’s good to get Eddie out of the house whenever he can, Sonia is something else.

He pulls the bean bags out of the closet so he can sit on his desk chair between them. He’s excited for this one, he can basically call it a collab, even though Eddie and Bev aren’t necessarily other content creators. He could pretend they are though, even linking their instagrams in the description box. Call them influencers, basically anyone can be one of those these days.

He looks down at his arms, covered in blue and black pen, doodles all down his forearms. He gets bored when he’s planning questions for these, more often than not turning to Google for a lot of them. His left arm is laced with planets and stars, even an attempt at recreating the milky way on his wrist near the root of his hand. He decides not to wash it off, it only adds to his charm.

He awaits the knock on the door, Beverly had said that they would meet up and walk together to his place. His parents work on weekdays and today is a Friday, so it’s perfect for him. He loves the summer, his parents aren’t always around when he’s home, it gives him room to enjoy himself.

He finally does hear the knock of the two of them while he’s propping his tablet up on some books on his desk as a tripod, he had hoped to get one for his birthday but his parents obviously wouldn’t, and they’re a little too expensive for his friend’s style.

He bolts down the stairs with his socked feet, slipping slightly on the corner, almost stubbing his toe on the wood baseboard. He has a bad habit of rushing himself to put out videos, he’s a workaholic on a self inflicted job at the age of twelve.

He’s going to be starting seventh grade next year, he hopes the work that comes of that doesn’t put a damper on his creativity for his channel. His channel is about all that brings him joy when his friends aren’t around. A self sufficient antidepressant. It’s even better when he gets to bring them in for videos.

He opens the door out of breath, pushing his hair back behind his shoulders. It’s getting long, he’ll have to ask for a trim soon. He smiles at them as he takes in gasps of air to control himself better. “Ready to f-f-film?” he asks, still leaning against the doorframe.

“Damn, you’re wheezier than Eddie,” Bev smirks, chuckling as she steps into the threshold of the house, patting him on the back firmly enough to get him to choke. He gives her a smile, his face as red as his hair, as well as hers. They’re the two red head chicks at school, they stick together. Though Bill has always been more shy, Beverly is better at being abrasive in response to the teasing.

“Hey! I r-r-r-ran to let y-you guys in,” He defends, moving out of the way to let Eddie come in as well. “It’s all s-set up upstairs, I have a-all the questions and the props all r-ready,” he says with pride on his face as the shorter boy comes in through the door, wiping off his feet and closing the heavy wood door behind him.

“Sounds good, you’re on, Bev,” Eddie says with his own devilish grin, he plans on winning, he can do it all with his memory. He probably knows everything about Bill there is to know, they’ve been chumming since kindergarten, the age of five all the way to them being twelve now.

They all stomp up the stairs, allowed to be as loud as they want with the lack of parents in the house, the premises all to the kids. Bill plops down on his chair, spinning in a circle happily. Bev and Eddie sit hard in the bean bags, on his left and right sides respectively.

Bill leans forward to start the recording, sitting back in his seat, putting on the usual energy. “What up you g-guys! It’s m-me, Bdenbrough back here with y-your Saturday entert-t-tainment!” he announces with a bright smile. “Here I h-have for you, Beverly and Eddie, the b-best friend vs n-new friend challenge,” He says with a slight smirk, feeling as if he’s got tricks up his sleeve.

Beverly smiles and waves with the tips of her fingers, the gap between her teeth showing through her parted lips, covered in her favorite cherry lip gloss. “I’m Bev,” she introduces, “Basically this one’s twin,” she says, pointing up at Bill in his seat, crossing one of her legs over the other.

Eddie adopts a slightly less nervous expression as the filming actually starts, “I’m Eddie, call me any funky nicknames and I’ll castrate you,” he states, giving the camera a smile that’s almost eerie after what he just said.

“Well! L-let’s get started with the questions I’ve pr-prepared,” Bill says, pulling out his organized filming journal, scanning his eyes over the page of questions, they aren’t too hard, but hopefully just enough so he can claim a true winner to this channel. Or else his clickbait would be even worse.

“First, w-what’s m-my favorite color?” he asks, crossing his own leg over the other, a smug look on his face despite the easiness of the question. He’s saving the big guns for later, giving him the false sense of security.

“Blue!” Bev jumps in before Eddie can. Blue is Bill’s favorite more recently, Eddie was about to say either lime green or purple, those are the colors he’d planned to paint his room a couple months back. He also wanted some wolf posters, but what his mom provided were some ones with bunnies on them. She doesn’t want her daughter to get too rough or aggressive. Bunnies are the perfect role model.

A few more easy questions come, about animals and about what his favorite subject at school was this year, up until he brings up one of the most complicated questions of the game. “W-what am I most scared o-of starting Middle School n-next year?” he asks, a quizzical look even on his own face.

“Uhm…” Eddie starts, cradling his chin in his hand in focus, his eyes nearly piercing the camera with their sharpness. “Having a reputation that’s not what you are?” He guesses, and Bill’s expression softens.

“I’ll take that a-answer. That’s nine for Eddie and e-eight for Beverly,” he says, striking his pen across the page for another talley on Eddie’s side. “That w-was the final question! The rumors are true, b-best friend since kinderg-garten wins!” he smiles, patting Eddie on the shoulder as he smiles.

It is true. He doesn’t want a reputation. He doesn’t want to be seen as girly, he thinks he might like girls which makes him feel weird inside. It makes him shiver with even more fear and excitement when he thinks of Bev. He likes her, but he can’t be gay, he’d be the first one to be outed if he ever uttered a single word about it to anyone.

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trashmouth-richie · 2 years ago

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TWIN FLAMES

Part 3: Phone Calls

PART 4

Summary: Many phone calls are made, road-trips too.

<w/c> 5.8k (3/?)

Pairings: Eddie x female! Reader

Warnings: MINORS- DNI vomit, SMUT

A/N: this starts slow and picks up! Not my favorite chapter but it does have some funny parts. Give me the feedback! I love it.

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Tossing and turning all night your mind clouded thick, thinking about how you would tell Steve. You didn’t want to drag this on forever, that wasn’t fair to him, or Eddie. You’ve never dumped someone before and you had no idea what was the right or wrong way to go about it.

Rolling around in your bed for far too long, you swing your feet out to hit the plush pink carpet decorating your room, matching the dainty flower wallpaper clinging to the walls. Stretching your legs, you make your way over to the bench under the window and pull out a scrapbook from the built in drawer. Curling your cotton socked feet beneath you, you open the book.

Inside are pages embellished with photographs, pretty calligraphy, glitter, stickers, you name it, it was there. This is your and Steve’s scrapbook. You remember receiving identical books on your sixteenth birthdays (both in April) from your parents. Your mother beamed and said her and Steve’s mother had spent hours upon hours perfecting every little detail and going through years of photos.

You flip through the pages and laugh at a picture of you and Steve about a year old in a kitchen sink, suds all around you both. Steve, even then with a mop of hair, smiling widely and you in tears bald as a cueball. A few pages more and it’s both of your families on vacation in Mexico standing on a beach, you are sporting a pink suit and a small ponytail in your hair, Steve’s rocking a sunburn and a small pair of blue sunglasses.

Flip flip flip

The next page brings another memory, the picture is labeled “date night!” You remember that day like it was yesterday.

Steve drove to your house to pick you up, his parents just bought him the BMW for his birthday that year. He had made reservations at Enzo’s in Hawkins. He was wearing a fancy emerald green button up with a black tie and black slacks. His hair was perfectly poised. You were wearing a slim fitting black dress with black pointed pumps. Your mom had perfected your hair with an entire can of hairspray and rollers. You two became official that night, Steve giving you a promise ring with his “SH+your first and last initials” on the side.

A single tear escapes your waterline and cascades down to the page. Steve wasn’t a bad guy, he was a great guy. He gave you wonderful memories, all happy. He never once mistreated you, never once spoke ill of you to anyone. He was polite and kind and treated you like a princess— a delicate, ready to fall apart without him— princess. It wasn’t his fault, he was forced into this relationship too, you were all he knew. He didn’t have any girlfriends before you just like you didn’t have any boyfriends before him.

You can lie to yourself about how happy you are but you know that’s not true. Harvard is not your dream school, you want to travel, want to experience all the things life could throw at you. You need to find yourself outside of Steve Harrington and he needed to find himself apart from you.

The last page reads a single sentence:

“Steve and y/n, together for always”

The writing was in your mothers handwriting. Placing your fingers over the elegant pen’s loops and curls you couldn’t help but tear up. You close the scrapbook and place it gently in its place in the drawer beneath your window nook.

Goodbye Steve Harrington.

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“Lift on 3! One…two…three!” Eddie grunts hoisting Jeff out of the van.

Gareth has Jeff’s legs and Eddie has his torso. After throwing up in the van, twice, Jeff passed out on the way home.

“Jesus Christ Jeff!,” Gareth says whispering through bared teeth, “I’m gonna kill him, I swear on my mom’s life I’m gonna kill him!”

“At least you have his legs! He’s fucking covered in barf up here and yup, it’s in my hair. Oh he’s a fucking dead man!” Eddie whisper yells.

The two boys decided to take Jeff to Gareth’s house and toss him in the spare bedroom next to Gareth’s in the basement. Entering the house through the garage the basement door is across the small hallway past the kitchen. Setting down Jeff’s legs, Gareth quietly opens the door and motions for Eddie to turn around. Eddie turns around and with Gareth’s help, descends the stairs backwards letting Jeff’s feet bang into the steps as they go.

“Fuck it,” Gareth huffs, “let’s put him in the bathroom, that way if he pukes again he’ll be by the toilet.” Finding a small throw blanket on the couch, Gareth follows Eddie into the bathroom and they lay Jeff down, tossing the blanket at him.

“6ft 3 and can barely handle eight beers,” Eddie says with a chuckle sliding onto the sink, “after this bullshit he’s doing my fucking homework all of this year!”

Gareth slides down the door of the bathroom and lets out a huffed breath. “Yeah no shit, you could use the help” he says with a wicked grin.

Eddie flips Gareth a ringed bird and they both laugh.

“So what’s with this girl that’s got you so smiley about?” Gareth asks his older friend, flicking a lighter and lighting a cigarette. “You literally were beaming like an idiot the whole way home” he says, exhaling smoke up into the air.

“I don’t know dude, it’s like lightning, the minute I looked into her eyes I was hooked… I can’t explain it.” Eddie says reaching for Gareth’s lighter as he lights his own cigarette.

“Oh God you’re not gonna break out into fucking “Grease Lightning” are you?” Gareth says with a look of disgust.

“Man fuck you! First and foremost, Zucko used too much hair gel, secondly don’t be jealous because you’d be Kenickie after the shit you were pulling tonight!” Eddie said kicking at Gareth.

“I didn’t even give her a hickey, but look at this shit,” Gareth says looking to the right and pulling the collar of his shirt down a bit.

A mark the size of the peach and more purple than a plum is painted on Gareth’s neck. Eddie starts coughing and laughing all at once.

“Shut up!” Gareth yells, flicking his cigarette at Eddie.

“Sorry man, really but Jesus Christ does it hurt?!” Another cackle erupts from Eddie, and Gareth joins in too.

“It actually does,” Gareth says, wiping away laughing tears from his eyes.

A loud snore that could wake the dead explodes out of Jeff. Both the boys jump and shake their heads.

“Alright brother,” Eddie yawns, climbing off the counter, “I’m gonna head out. Tell shithead over there that I’m going to pick him up at 8 am to clean the van.”

“You got it, see ya” Gareth says, turning off the bathroom light and making his way to his room.

Eddie climbs the stairs and shuts the garage door quietly, jumps in the van and roars it to life squealing tires through town to Forest Hills Trailer Park.

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The loud shrill noise of a phone ringing blares through your dream. You’re kissing Eddie at the party and Steve walks up behind you, tapping you on the shoulder. He’s furious, but all you hear is a phone ringing. Everytime his mouth opens, more ringing.

Shooting awake you look over at your alarm clock, 4:13AM. You weren’t dreaming your phone really is ringing. You somehow talked your parents into giving you your own phone line back in 8th grade. Quickly grabbing the receiver you answer hastily, not knowing if your parents stayed at the Harringtons or came home.

“Hello?” You croak, throat dry and achy.

“Good Morning sweetheart.” Eddie coos through the other end of the line.

“Eddie?” You say, rubbing your eyes and sitting up, moving your hand across the nightstand finding the lamp.

“The one and only baby,” he says smoothly, “sorry to wake you, but technically it is tomorrow.” Hearing his voice gives a sudden jolt of energy to your body, awakening all of your senses.

“It’s 4:15 in the morning, how are you awake right now?” you question.

“Well it’s Saturday and on Saturdays I go into the shop early to finish some side projects I have going on and I usually leave there by 7:30- 8 o’clock. Then, I swing by the donut shop and meet my Uncle Wayne at home to have breakfast before he heads to bed.” Eddie sing songs through the phone. “Plus,” his voice goes low, “I promised this absolutely beautiful little vixen last night that I would call her, and would you guess that she actually gave me her number! Not a fake one!” Eddie says with a laugh.

His voice is like velvet. Soft, smooth, sexy and purring in your ear through the phone.

“A vixen am I?” You giggle, “I always thought of myself as a saint.”

“Ohhhh baby, no, stick with me and you will barely be allowed in church” Eddie whispers into the phone.

A pulse develops in between your legs. You can feel yourself weeping and your pajama shorts getting damp. You slid a hand down past your waistband and rub circles into your sensitive bud, letting out a soft moan.

“If only you were here to touch me, that way I wouldn’t have to do it myself.” you say seductively into the phone.

Silence.

Oh God maybe that was too far.. shit.

Panic settles in, “Eddie?….hello?” you question.

“S-sorry I think I just had a stroke.” Eddie says with a chuckle. “So, uh.. how are you feeling? And how h-how was the rest of the party?” Eddie says, biting his fist and quietly slamming his head into the wall next to the phone in the kitchen of the small trailer.

“My head? Oh it’s fine, a pretty cute doctor fixed me up in his van and uh.. it was okay, Steve didn’t see anything, Will? I think his name is…covered for me and I just went home, oh by the way, you owe him some pot.” you say speeding through the first half and singing the last part.

“Ah shit, alright fine, one year and I would sell to him anyway.” he says light heartedly, “that was pretty cool of him to cover for you like that, he’s a good kid, oh also, Steve Harrington huh?” He says with a strained voice.

“Yeah, I didn’t know you knew him. I figured you weren’t friends, seeing as how I’ve never met you before.” You say. “I’m uh— I’m going to tell him today before I have to work later at the pool. ” you say quietly.

“Are you sure sweetheart? I like you a lot, don't get me wrong, I haven’t thought about much else since last night. But I don’t want to pressure you into anything you aren’t ready for. I promised you I would wait for you and I meant that.” Eddie says reassuring you.

“No I know, I just— I don’t want to lead him on. He deserves the truth.” Even though I lied to him last night you think to yourself.

“Okay, well I’m gonna head to work now. I just wanted you to know that I was thinking of you. Here’s my number, ###-###-####, you can call me whenever you get up or whenever it works for you.” Eddie says.

You let out a big yawn, “ok lover boy, I’ll call you later before my shift at the pool today” you say in a sleepy little voice.

“Get some rest angel.” Eddie says softly.

“Mhmm talk to you soon, byeee” you barely get out the last part before falling asleep, dreaming of a long dark haired boy, phone still snug against your ear.

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Your alarm clock lands on the floor with a thud after you knocked it off the nightstand while trying to hit the snooze button.

“Y/n Honey! Your father and I are leaving soon, come down so we can say goodbye!” Your mother sings up the steps.

Your body is wrapped around something tight, ”What the hell?” you mutter. The phone cord is wrapped around your torso like a snake waiting to kill. You unplug the cord from the phone and stand up unraveling yourself. You had completely forgotten that your parents were spending the holiday weekend visiting your uncle Jack and aunt Laurie in New York.

“I’m coming!” you say racing down the steps. Your mother is in the kitchen in an attractive taupe pant suit, gold jewelry adorning her neck and fingers. Her mousy brown hair pulled back on one side, delicate curls falling to her shoulders. She is arranging important paperwork for their flight and placing them into her purse.

“Good morning y/n, I didn’t think you’d ever wake up.” Your mother says with a soft smile.

“Sorry- Couldn't sleep after I got home last night,” you tell her, covering your mouth while you yawn.

Your mother waltzes to the fridge and grabs the carton of orange juice, pouring the pulpy goodness into a glass.

“Here” she says, setting it down in front of you at the oak table, “it’s good for you!”

Your mother was always bubbly, always. It’s as if she never had a single bad day and if things went wrong she was always so optimistic about the outcome.

“What time is your flight?” you ask, taking a sip of the orange juice.

“We fly out of IND at 2 o’clock so we need to get moving, Peter! We need to leave!” your mother shouts to your father. “What are your plans for the day?” She asks.

Your mind wanders to a tall, curly haired metal head. The thought of seeing Eddie leaned over a car with grease on his vein protruding hands and arms, sweat rolling down his nose is enough to make you go feral. How could someone be that hot. Steve was good looking in a way that you knew other girls were jealous of you wherever you went. But Eddie was devilishly handsome. He awoke something in your core that was never once mentioned or thought of. The things you imagined doing with Eddie were so unholy you were sure to be damned to hell just from thinking about them, yet you didn’t care.

Steve was very vanilla when it came to sex. Not that it wasn’t good, it was, it just wasn’t exciting. You came close to orgasming once, in the four years you had been together. But Steve didn’t like to talk about sex after the fact. He didn’t want to learn your body or wonder if things felt good for you. It was very one sided and you were quite literally just along for the ride. The way Eddie made you feel in a few hours last night, is more than you had ever felt with Steve. You remember the way his hands felt on your body, his lips on your neck, the hard push of his cock through his jeans. The electricity radiating off of your bodies ready to explode with a force so un earth like, it was difficult to explain.

“Darling?” your mother interrupts your most intrusive thoughts.

“Oh Umm, I’m working at 4 at the pool and then I might rent a movie or something.”

“That sounds nice,” your father adds emerging from their master bedroom carrying their suitcases. “Okay sweetie we really need to hit the road.”

“I left enough money for food for you for the next few days on the hutch. We fly home Tuesday! Love you!”

You say your goodbyes and wave to them from the front steps as they back down the driveway. In that moment you can’t help but think how they would react when they find out you’re going to break up with Steve. They had been trailblazers for your relationship since it started, even before that. To them, Steve was like their son. But it’s not as if your relationship with Steve ending will affect them, will it? But what about you? What about your happiness? Would they side with you, fighting with you for your independence as a young woman? Or would they become unreasonably irate with you? Hurting for Steve and agreeing that you did in fact ruin his future and yours.

Pushing out the negative thoughts intruding your mind, you make your way to the kitchen popping some eggos into the toaster. The phone in your room starts ringing and you run to answer it, taking the steps two at a time. You didn’t know Eddie would call you again, but you’re glad he did, you missed him and wanted to see how his morning went working at the shop.

Suddenly feeling flirty, you pick up the phone and say, “well if it isn’t the sexiest guy in all of Hawkins himself, I told you I’d call you later today, you miss me that much?”

“I mean yeah I haven’t heard from you since I dropped you off last night.” The voice says quizzically. “I tried calling early but your line was busy.”

Your brain goes radio wave silent. Fuck fuck fuck fuck shit! It’s Steve! He wouldn’t have called at 4 o'clock would he have?

“Wh-what time did you try to call?” you ask shakily on the verge of getting caught.

“I don’t know like 8? I called your house and your mom answered saying you were still asleep, are you feeling okay?” Steve asked.

You forgot you fell asleep after getting off the phone with Eddie and never hung your phone back up on the receiver.

“I must have knocked it off the nightstand in my sleep, but I’m feeling better today.” you lie.

“Oh. Okay well that makes sense” Steve says, “I’m happy to hear that you’re feeling better.” he says.

You can’t wait any longer and the words start flowing out of you like vomit. “Steve, we need to talk”

“We are talking y/n…” Steve says slowly and confused.

“I-I know I just—- I’ve been doing some thinking and, I think we— I think we should… take a break.” You hesitate.

“W-what?!” Steve shouts, “What do you mean a break? Are you seriously trying to break up with me over the phone?!”

“Steve, there are things I want to experience in my life before college, I don’t even know if I want to go to college. I need to find out who I am outside of my parents. I want different things than what you—”

“And what would that be? Hmm? Please, enlighten me! What different things do you want y/n? Cause last time I checked it was supposed to be me and you going to Harvard and starting a life together, and you just want to throw all of that away on a whim?! So you could be a whore for the summer and come back to me when that plan fails?!” Steve says seething through the phone.

“I need to find myself and who I truly am. I feel like I’m just walking along a pre carved path and I have blinders on! I want to travel, I want to— ya know what it doesn’t matter what I want to do, it’s the fact that I need space.” You try to diffuse the situation.

“Yeah sure! Take all the goddamn space you need! I was calling to surprise you with a trip to Indianapolis for the 4th of July but I guess I’ll take Henderson, don’t want to fucking smother you with my presence!” (Click!)

The phone goes dead. Well that certainly didn’t go as planned. You slam the phone back on the receiver and flop backwards onto your bed. You were hoping deep down Steve felt the same way, needing some space from you, obviously he didn’t. You two had never fought once in your relationship, so hearing Steve yell at you calling you a whore hurt deep.

You lay in your bed for what seems like hours, counting the popcorn bumps in the ceiling unsure of what more you could do to make the situation any better. Steve could be dramatic at times but was he overreacting? People break up all the time! Why is he taking it so poorly? You try to put yourself in Steve’s shoes. Would you be this upset if he dumped you? You can’t help but think you wouldn’t, you would feel relieved. It’s not his fault you are just simply growing apart from a very forced relationship. You’re angry at him, angry at how he is acting.

The clock reads 3:30pm and you realize you still haven’t eaten and need to get ready for work. The cold eggos long forgotten in the toaster. The swimsuits for work are a crimson red one piece with the word “lifeguard” written across the chest. You French braid your hair and are slipping on your sandals when your phone rings again.

You grab it hastily and without thinking, you immediately start yelling, “Listen goddamnit!, if you just called to yell at me again, save your fucking breath!”

“Uhh, hey sweetheart, you okay?”

Jesus Christ! How many times could you answer the phone wrong today?!

“Ugh Eddie, I’m sorry, I thought you were Steve.” you say embarrassed.

“Definitely not, my hair is way better than his.” Eddie says with a laugh, “seriously though are you okay?”

You exhale a long bated breath, you're instantly pissed when the tears start falling down your hot flushed face.

“thought he would be under—understanding when I t-told him that I needed sp—space” you said through ragged sobs.

“Baby, what happened?” Eddie says calmly.

“He called me, he called me a whore because I said I needed a break to find myself” you get out in one breath before the sobs start again a panic attack taking place.

You can barely hear Eddie talking as your crying becomes louder.

“It’s m-my fault Eddie,I-I- I hurt him, he would have never said that if I wouldn’t have broken it off with him.”

“Sweetheart, I need you to listen to me. You have to take a deep breath and let it out slowly, you’re going to make yourself sick if you keep this up. Please, can you do that for me? Eddie instructs calmly through the phone.

“Ye-yeah” you say, taking a deep breath and releasing it.

“Ok baby you’re doing so good, do it again. Just once more okay?” Eddie coaches.

You do it again, twice. Your body feels more relaxed on the last exhale.

“Good baby, that’s a good girl. Are you okay?” Eddie asks reassuringly.

“I just feel like crap,” you say in almost a whisper.

“Let me take you out, I can pick you up and take you for dinner?”

“I have to work at the pool til 9” you say feeling the exhaustion rake your body from the emotional rollercoaster you were just on. Looking at the clock it says 3:54. “Actually, I have to go now. I'm going to be late. I’ll call you when I’m off okay… thanks Eddie for everything.”

Before he can say anything else, you hang the phone up and run down the stairs and out the door.

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The blue and white striped umbrellas wrinkle gently with the hot breeze clutching Brideport this late afternoon. The white lifeguard tower you’re sitting in is hot and sticking to your thighs. It’s the last part of the shift with only a half hour left before the other lifeguard, Anthony and yourself will blow your whistles to close for the night.

A family of 5 remain, the mother and father watching their three little ones play in the baby pool. The shift was a good one, quiet, almost boring. Rotating between chairs with Anthony every 30 mins was the most exciting thing to happen. You’re painting your toes a deep shade of navy blue for the 4th, replaying your conversation with Steve in your head. You still can’t believe he would stoop as low as calling you a whore because you needed space to figure your own shit out.

Anthony blows his whistle loud and you follow suit having lost track of time. The family leaves, the littlest one asleep in the mothers arms. Climbing down from your tower you stretch your back and take your things with you to the front office area. It’s your night to close up and make sure everything is cleaned. Anthony waves bye to you as he squeals the tires to his Jeep. With the small radio on you make your way into the ladies changing area, making sure all the towels are picked up and in the laundry bins. You spray the floor with the garden hose attached to the wall and rinse and repeat the same actions in the mens changing room. You’re lost in your own world keeping your hands busy trying to make time go quickly. The last job is to close the umbrellas on the lifeguard towers, you climb up the three steps to each white tower and pull hard bringing the umbrella slack, taking the attached rope and wrapping it tightly around.

Walking back to the office area you can hear Fleetwood Mac playing gently on the radio. You hum along wiping down the counter and throwing the days worth of cash into the proper envelopes in Luke’s office, locking it. As you’re turning back around to grab your purse and leave for the night, a voice scares the shit out of you.

“Didn’t think you would be a Fleetwood Mac fan sweetheart.”

Whipping around so quickly your head would have snapped off if you were a Barbie, stands Eddie Munson in all his glory. Wearing a cutoff black DIO shirt, black tattered jeans, black boots and carrying two large pizza boxes.

“I didn’t know if you liked Canadian bacon and pineapple so I got a cheese too, and if you like neither of those options I’ll take you wherever you want to go.” Eddie announces proudly.

You throw your purse down, climbing onto the counter as Eddie sets the pizza boxes down, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, you yank him forward and smash your lips into his. The kiss is even sweeter than the last one not even 24 hours ago. Eddie wraps his arms around you pulling you off the counter and into his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist. He smells like muted oil and cigarettes with the faded twist of a musky cologne. You never knew you could miss someone so much, after the shit day you had this single sight of Eddie is making things feel complete again.

“I..

Kiss

Missed

Kiss

You”

You say between kisses.

You kiss Eddie’s neck and lightly trace his ear with your tongue.

“Oh baby, I missed you more.” Eddie says letting out a small moan as you nip at his ear tugging the single silver hoop earring between your teeth.

He puts you down on the counter, arms on either side of you blocking you in. Pulling away you look into his eyes, they are sparkling with the lights above you from the office. You reach up and drag your thumb over his lips.

“I can’t believe you drove all the way here.” you say quietly.

“I would drive a thousand miles to see you, y/n” Eddie whispers, “the pizza is just a bonus” he says with a giggle.

“Oh shit, I forgot about the food,” you wiggle away from him and jump down inside the office unlocking the gate ushering Eddie inside.

You pull Eddie behind the counter and drag some life jackets out for both of you to sit on. Going into the cooler and grabbing two cans of Tab, Eddie has the pizzas placed on either side of him gesturing you to sit down.

“M’lady” he says, bowing his head and spreading his arms out. You giggle and curtsy as if you’re wearing a skirt and take a seat.

“I hope you like the cooked hog with yellow fruit,” Eddie says in an accent, holding a piece up for you to take a bite.

Not losing eye contact with Eddie, you take a bite. An exaggerated moan leaves your mouth, you lick your lips seductively and let out a little giggle.

“Canadian Bacon and Pineapple is indeed my favorite” you say with a wink.

“You’re gonna be the death of me” Eddie says, adjusting his pants.

You spend the next half hour or so listening to Eddie talk about his day. He tells you all about how Jeff threw up in the van last night and how he had picked him up this morning to clean it out.

“The dirty fucker threw up again while cleaning it!” Eddie roars with a laugh.

You could listen to him talk for hours, he is so animated. Using his hands to express himself in any way he can. He is also the most handsome guy you’ve ever seen. So watching him is like watching your favorite movie and only watching the best parts.

You crawl into his lap straddling him like you did in the van the night before.

Holding onto his face, you can feel stubble peeking through his pale skin itching your palms.

“Eddie baby, do you know how fucking hot you are?” you ask, “I can’t take my eyes off of you.”

Eddie lets out a low chuckle, “that is quite literally the pot calling the kettle black, sweetheart. I haven’t stopped thinking about you all day, you’ve been tattooed across my mind since the minute I laid eyes on you.”

“Do you believe in fate?” You ask him, “like do you believe we were destined to meet?”

“I believe there is some kind of connection between us that is larger than anything anyone could begin to understand. I was only at that party last night because Jason’s regular dealer is in prison. I would have never pushed my way through that barn during a fight, but something in my head was whispering to me, begging me to go inside. It sounds crazy I know, but I can’t explain it. I felt lost all day without you today. Like I was missing something.” Eddie says, shrugging his shoulders. “You probably think I’m some fuckin stalker now” he says with a half hearted laugh lowering his head.

“I could never think that,” you say lifting his chin tenderly, “When I saw you standing there with those pizzas and your ‘fuck me’ lips, I thought I had died and gone to heaven like a weight was lifted off my shoulders and everything that had me upset was washed away, just by the sight of you.” you admit to him.

Eddie squeezes you against him in a breathtaking hug, his hands clinging to the back of your neck and your lower back. Rubbing circles into your back. He slowly takes the straps of your swimsuit and lowers them from your shoulders, kissing your shoulders gently as you pull your arms out. Your swimsuit is still covering your breasts as you lean back and lift Eddie’s cut off shirt over his head. You kiss his chest, flicking your tongue along his black widow tattoo making your way down to his nipples, your hot tongue feeling like molten lava against the cool steel bar pierced through it. You can hear his heart beating faster and faster the more your tongue is in him. Eddie lets out a shiver and a moan. Eyes never leaving yours.

“Mmm you like that big boy?” you hum into his skin, making your way back up his neck sucking lightly and flicking your tongue as you go.

Eddie moves you gently onto your back so you’re laying on the life jackets. He moves your swimsuit lower revealing your bare chest. His lips connect to yours again, mouth wet and hot with need. He cups your round tits and gently rubs your nipples between his fingers like he’s rolling a joint. You moan into his mouth, feeling like a bolt of lightning hit your core and spread through your body. Moving down your body, Eddie sucks and kneads your tits leaving bruising purple marks all over them. Your hands are in his hair lightly pulling and tugging. You take one hand and move your swimsuit down past your ass, hovering above your knees. Eddie ghosts his lips down your hips, and makes his way to your thighs.

“Eddie” you moan, wiggling your hips towards his mouth where you so desperately need him. He rips your swimsuit down off of your feet and takes a look at you completely naked beneath him.

“Jesus Christ” he growls, “you’re so beautiful”

You pull him down to you kissing him in a frenzy and thrusting your tongue into his mouth to meet his. You bite playfully at his lower lip as he moves his large hands all over your body, the ice cold feeling of his rings tingling your hot skin. Eddie’s hands move down your body and meet your bundle of nerves, rubbing lightly , another moan escapes you more needy than the first.

“Yeah baby, you like when I touch you like that?” Eddie asks. You instinctively open your legs wider for him watching him eye the slick of your folds.

Eddie lowers himself down to you, his mouth hovering over your cunt. His eyes return back to you as his long tongue licks a thick ribbon up your folds and suckling on your clit.

Thank God it's the Fourth of July weekend because the moans you are making are competing with the fireworks on the decibel scale. Eddie is licking you like a man starved. Fast then slow, deeper then lightly. You close your eyes and throw your head back in ecstasy.

“Look at me Princess while I fuck you with my tongue.” Eddie says he laces your hands with yours and looks into your eyes, his eyes are dark and wild.

His long tongue snakes its way into your aching hole. A pressure builds in your lower stomach begging to be released. You use your other hand to clutch your tit, twisting your nipple and moaning deeply.

“Cum for me baby,” Eddie moans into your folds vibrating through your body.

“Oh fuck!, shit shit shit shit! Oh my God, EDDIE!” Your orgasm hits you like a tsunami. Crashing down and taking everything along in its wake. Your eyes are rolled into your head, the coil inside your body snapping and releasing warm liquid down your thighs and all over Eddie’s face in a thick glaze. Your body is shaking like you were left outside in the middle of December. You keep your eyes pinched shut, convinced that the Earth has cracked and swallowed you both whole. Fireworks in the sky decorate neon colors against your naked body as Eddie laps up your pussy devouring every last drop.

The feeling of overstimulation hits your clit as Eddie gently blows on it bringing you back down from your high. He crawls up your body and kisses your neck gently as you rub the pads of your fingers down his muscular back.

You close your eyes lightly and hear Eddie whisper into your ear.

“That was better than dessert.”

You smile and let out a small giggle as Eddie kisses your lips.

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