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♡ STEVE HARRINGTON'S MASTERLIST ♡
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﹆ Summary : you loved him with all your heart but he became unfaithful and there's nothing that he can do to mend it, is it really your last dance together?
﹆ Word Count : and again hoping it's not that too long for y'all
﹆ Warnings : 18+ MDNI‼️KingSteve! x FEM!reader, cursing, Steve and reader are both (18), unprotected sex, p in v penetration, both oral receiving, SMUT‼️, slight public sex I guess?, Steve will be so oblivious with readers feelings, cheating, unrequited love, friends to lovers, emotional abuse, tolerating, no use of y/n, not going to give any spoilers in here but beware that this will be ANGSTY!
﹆ What to Expect : SMUT‼️, FLUFF‼️, ANGST‼️, Steve and reader are the IT couple on Hawkins High, of course- by the term "King Steve" you know what that means, sorry ✌🏻
﹆ Note To Reader : Y'ALL BABY'S FIRST EVER STEVE HARRINGTON FIC!!!! AHHHHH <3 I'm so excited to spill all of my ideas about my first ever fave character from the show! and yeah I also apologize that I chose to do angst first 😔🤚🏻
﹆ Author Note : this is literally one of my favorite songs from George Michael and don't come at me, okay?!? I was just listening to this song and I was like why is this so Steve coded?!? AND YUP IT CLICKED AN IDEA!!!! ;))
Present : Prom 1984
"How are you holding up?" He asks as he tries to look at your eyes but you're avoiding it
"Been alright" you say as you look at him very briefly, your touches with him as you both swayed in the dance floor it felt different
His heart sunk when you couldn't even look into his eyes in the same way again
The eyes that are once so dreamy when you both locked in
He can tell that you're still moving on from him
He can tell that your eyes speaks louder than words
He can tell that you're still hurting because of him
Past : He shouldn't had an affair with someone else
"Diana, she isn't-"
"I know"
Steve is staggered as he swallows nervously in front of you, he wishes to be sucked down deeply on the floor and never to be seen again
He's ashamed for himself
He doesn't understand the meaning and the idea of love until it hits him like a block of bricks
And it hit really hard to the point that right after he slept with the other woman that night after the party that you both went out
He realized he made a mistake
A huge mistake that "sorry" can never undo the damage to what he has been done
Once the trust is broken it can never be fixed
You know he had a choice not to choose to cheat on you
But you laugh in disbelief as you think about it
Oh, right, he's King Steve
He doesn't know feelings and wants to keep his title to stay relevant
"W-Wait, you knew?"
"Everybody at school knows about it, Steve" you tried your very best to mask your pained expression but he can see it
The look on your face pierces right through his chest as he gulps
You have every right to be mad at him
You have every chance to shout and yell at him
But you didn't....
You talk so cold like it doesn't even matter to you
He darts his eyes everywhere in the room as he spoke again "After all this time?"
You sigh tiredly "Yeah"
He shook his head at you as he couldn't believe what you just said
"How? H-How you look-"
"What- I look what?!"
"You look...fine"
You incredulously laugh "Of course, I've had to Steve, we both got a title to keep it stable, right?" You reply to him in a mockery way as he averts his eyes somewhere else
"If you knew then why are you still with me?"
You frown at his words as you take all the courage to not breakdown at him, to not show him that you're weak but you failed since....
You love him too much that it's okay if you break apart from him
"Because I love you, Steve! Why don't you get that?!?"
Your chest heaves heavily as you try to control your breath as you cried angrily but also filled with sadness and frustration
Steve gasps, the moment you snap at him and saw you for the first time like this
You've never showed your side of vulnerability, yes, you've told him a couple of glimpses of your life but never this
Now, his eyes burned with forming tears as he tries to close his mouth in shock
You loved him? No one has ever loved him truly before
"I loved you so much that I play pretend so I can keep you!" You hiccupped into your own tears
"I loved you too" he said it out loud before he can stop himself, you saw how his eyes widens when he realizes what he just said
It's like a record scratch, you stare at him with your tear-stained cheeks as you studied his face
You blink, "What?!?"
"I've been drawn to you ever since we we're friends"
"S-Steve" you shift on your stance
"You're the only friend that I've ever had, who knows me better than I do"
You throw your palms on your face as you continue to sob
You're both dating for almost 2 years but why does he have to betray you to make him realize that he is in love just like you?
"Is this true?" You quietly say as you wipe away your tears
"Yes, it is" he walks closer to you but you moved away giving him the signal that you don't want him to hold you
"I-I tried to ignore the signs before that I thought maybe you- you just wanted this for to gain something"
What the fuck?
"Is that all really matters to you? Steve? don't you even think about how much I've suffered to maintain my sweet-like personality whenever we walked in the hallways?!?"
He thought maybe if he confessed his true feelings to you, everything will go back to normal
But it doesn't....
Not even the truth will bring the both of you comfort
Pain is all there ever is
"I've wanted to scream and I'm so tired to act like everything is okay, I really really wanted us to last, Steve"
"Turns out it was just only me who wanted to have a future with you"
The words just rolls out of your bitter tongue and it's a punch to his gut
"N-No, that isn't true" he begs
"You lost me, Steve, you had your chance and you blew it" you sniffle
Before he can say anything, you left him alone in his house as his eyes are still glued at the closed door hoping that you'll come back
But you never ever did
Future : if only he's loyal to you this wouldn't happen
You endured every single thing that his friends talked about you
Talked about, you're not fit into their world
Saying that "she doesn't belong here" but you didn't care because why?
You loved him
You love Steve Harrington despite what everyone else says
You don't care about titles
You don't care about these social cliques
You just wanted to have good friends and well, maybe love
Everybody adored you at school saying that you're the sweetest and kindest popular girl, it's actually rare for them to have those qualities because most of them are fucking assholes
You even overheard some other people like how did you even get into this situation?
Back in 1982, you're a new kid at school and you somehow manage to get into King Steve's heart without any hassle
You wished you've only stayed as friends
So, this wouldn't have hurt this much
"Steve!"
"What?"
"You know I'm ticklish!"
"I don't know" he feigns innocence and he still continues torturing you into your side as he towers over you as you lay at the grass with a blanket on his backyard
"Stop!" You say with a breathy laugh
He chuckles when you pout at him holding the both of his wrists "Okay, okay"
There's a moment that both of you halted over your silliness at each other
He never felt anything like this before
His heart is beating so loud that he could hear it throbbing on his ear
Your eyes went everywhere to his face
He is absolutely so beautiful up close like this
You're the first one to break the whatever that was
He nods as he runs his fingers through his hair as he watches you
He is so thankful that he has someone like you
You've never judged him, you let him know that emotions are valid that he can always count on you
You comforted him on his darkest days, you're the sunshine that help him to forget his absent parents
You feel so sorry for him when he told you he's alone most of the time in his enormous house
Yeah, maybe he's wealthy but he did not once felt happy until you came along
You're like an angel, he knows that he made the right decision to sit next to you at English Class, that's where it all began your newfound friendship
A part of him is afraid at that time you might back out if you found out that he's King Steve and his reputation at school
He is surprised that you didn't knew anything about him and that gives him a relief
After everything crashed down, now, you wished you knew all about him that's how he thinks about love
It's all just fun and games to him
You cursed at yourself for being so lovesick
A smile grows on his lips as watches you ate cherries on the vanilla milkshake that he make for you, it's your favorite
The whipped cream went on the sides of lips as you take a sip from the straw
He swiped it using his thumb and you blushed at his sudden action
He licked it off clean as you watch him
He catches you staring, there's a unreadable gleam on your eyes that he didn't not quite understood yet
Steve can't even register that he's moving closer to you and you froze as you hold your milkshake tightly as he cradles your cheek
He runs his tongue over his lips as his eyes stare at your rosy lips
He moves inches closer and your breath hitches, your mouth is slightly open as you look at him
He gave you one last look before he dive in
Your lips are now connected to his as he pulled you closer to him, he snatches your milkshake away as he puts it down as you start squirming and shut your eyes as you throw your arms around him
He smiles through the kiss as he deepens making you moan and his heart flutters at the sound of it, your hand crawls through his perfectly styled hair and he made a guttural groan at your move as you tug it slightly
His hands went at your waist as he squeezes it, the touch is overwhelming and your skin feels on fire everytime he grabs and graze his fingertips under over your clothed body
He slowly made you lay down beneath the blanket as you spread your legs to position himself on top of you
Your heart had never been this so fast, he tilts his head over the side as you yelp when his hands went under your skirt he starts toying with the garter of your panties, he smirks through the kiss
He cuts off your heated make out session as he removes his shirt and his eyes widens when you chase his lips as he pecks on it, you blink at his bared chest as you became flustered yet again, your fumbled panicky with the buttons of your blouse but he halted you as you let him undress you
It reveals a red lacy bra as he wolfishly whistles and you playfully slapped his chest as you duck your head down in a shy manner
God, why you gotta be so adorable?
He uses his index finger and his thumb to lift your chin to make you look at his gaze as you finally take him in
His cheeks are flushed, his hair is a mess and both of you are matching the same looks
The look that he's giving you, it's enough to make your mouth run dry and the wetness is pooling between your red lacy underwear
It doesn't take him too long to kiss your lips once again as he rises up slowly to undo his belt and his pants along with his boxers
He unclasps your bra as he throws on the side doesn't really matter where it lands as your hands when back onto your skirt to unzip it as you shimmy down and put it away
He reaches at your red lacy underwear but the moment he struggles to get it off, he starts to get impatient he snaps it just right about where your knees making you squeal
"I'll get you a new one, don't worry, baby" he growls as his hot kisses went everywhere on your chest and you can tell that he is hesitant to touch you
He doesn't even know if you wanted this but as if you can read his mind, the second thoughts were erased as you told him
"Steve, it's okay, you can touch me"
You breath heavily with his kneading your breasts as he plants smearing marks on your neck hitting that sweet spot making you mewl
He pats your thigh as a signal to wrap it on his hips
He holds your waist aggressively you know it will be bruised and it turns you on even more
You gasp as you can felt his tip intruding your tight hole as you can feel him entering smoothly along with your juices and arousal
It doesn't even needed a lubrication, he is drenched because of you
"Jesus Christ, y-you're dripping wet" he grunts as he watches your cunt devouring him as he can see your eyes fighting to stay open
He smirks as he fills you all the way up, you throw your head onto the side as you bit down your bottom lip
"S-Steve, please move"
He is so big to make you scream as you finally adjusted to his size and felt comfortable with pain and pleasure
He puts the other leg down as he lifts the other one as he puts over his shoulder and pulls you down closer to him that earned a whimper from you
He starts rutting in and out slowly, he hasn't even done anything and yet, it's driving you crazy
The squelching noises, the slamming back and forth with his slow pace as you start clenching around him
"Goddamn it, baby, you gotta stop doing that" his mouth is hanging open and already knows what heaven feels like
This is heaven
He doesn't ever want to leave
"M-Move f-faster" you stuttered between soft moans as you pawing at his hairy covered chest as he begins to go rough on you
Your hand flew over as you slapped and covered your mouth as your breasts start to jiggle from his movement, he tear off your hand as he pins it down
"Don't be shy on me, I wanna hear you loud and clear"
You whine and arched your back as he start to held both of your arms to go along with his neck as he pulls you even more further making him go deeper inside of you as you throw your head back and you gave him his wishes
You moaned beautifully as he devilishly smirks as he kisses you again but this time is filled with lust and teeth began to clash
Your whole body feels lumpy as both of you went back down as he raises both of your arms over the top of your head as he pounds at you placing kisses all over your face
You watch him down below as he fucks you ramming his way so easily
Your eyes rolls back as your high pitched moans went "ah-ah-ah" he feels so fucking great to hear those coming out of you because he's the one that made you feel like this
"So tight, baby, you're killing me"
"S-Steve, don't sto-p"
You wrap your legs around him as you tangle at him along with his body to push him down
"Oh shit!" he exclaims as his eyes darkens
You giggle but the time when he fingers touched your clit and you shudder
"Not so funny are we now, baby?" He bullys your clit earning a lewd noises falls from your lips
You nod at him pathetically as you matched his movements making him chuckle darkly
He lets go of your hands as he hooks his hand under your knees as he sheathes himself inside of you
You started babbling at him saying "S-Steve- fuck! That's it right there!" You shouted out loud but not without a moan
Yes, this is what he wanted
Let the neighbors hear you that he's the one who giving you this sweet pleasure
He thrusts as you shake your head begging for a release
"Yes, baby, I know, just let it go, I got you"
"ah-Steve!-oh"
You moan wildly as you chant his name as you came undone
He spills his load painting your flesh walls white
Your legs are trembling and you're shaking badly as he lazily smile as his spent body went boneless on top of you
You embrace him with your warmth along with your tangled legs as you kept him in place
His eyes go big when he realizes he had done something, you felt him became tense as you hold him softly by his shoulder blades
Despite, the fiery sex that you just both had, you're still in that haze but you remembered that both of you just did that on his backyard is making you feel fuzzy
He carefully rips himself off of you as he start scrambling to get on with his boxers
You immediately missed his scent on you
You furrow your brows as you watch him run off with that worried look on his eyes
You didn't have the time to wear your discarded clothes as you chose to grab his towel that is hanging around the lounge chair that he uses when he wants to take a dip from his swimming pool, you covered it with your naked body
"Steve! Wait- what is it?" You asked him with concern his heart feels booming inside of his chest by the tone of your voice
You really did care about him
This is all too good to be true
You followed him as he moves the sliding the door as he went outside he stopped once he's in there
You stare at behind his back and insecurities are now lurking in the shadows
Did he regret it?
Just run off and never look back save yourself from rejection
But you didn't instead, you touched his shoulder softly as he melts with it, you call out to his name again, you swore you heard him crying
He slowly turns his body around facing you and now you met Steve's eyes with threatening tears that are about to fall
"O-Oh my god, Steve? Are you okay?- Tell m-"
"W-We didn't use protection- and I-" he croaked up in his own tears
"I came inside of you and I didn't even asked you first that if you wanted this to happen" he motions at the two of you and you can see the guilty look from his eyes as he rests his forehead against with yours
Your eyes softens as it starts become glossy
Did he ruin your friendship?
Did he broke the last precious thing that meant a lot from him?
"Steve, it's fine, I've wanted you to"
His blinked the tears away just to see your face clearly
"Y-You wanted it?" He says as he holds your hands raising it closer to his face as he kisses it
You take a deep breath through your nose as you brave enough to confess your feelings
"I wanted you more than as a friend, Steve"
The swallows the lump on his throat as his chest eases out from tension
"The truth is that I love you, Steve" a fallen tear as you smile at him
Your eyes are shining with so much affection that he doesn't have before and it scares him
He shakes his head in disbelief as he watches you hug him
"You don't have to say anything, I just wanted you to know that I do, I am really in love with you"
He squeezes his eyes shut to your words as he hugs you tightly as he rests on the crook of your shoulder
He finally got what he wanted all of his life
Until, he realizes it was too late
He was too late for him to figure it all out, when you finally made up your mind that you want him in the first place
You loved him too early, he loved you too late
Aftermath : you can't ever lie to yourself that you still want him after how he treated you harshly
As much as you wanted to cling on to him and keep things the way they were
You know what's best for you
You know it's the right thing to do
You know deep down to your soul that you don't want this to end
But this is all too much for you, too much for you to bear
The agony, pain, sorrow, disappointment, heartache, if you continue this, you will be miserable
You want it keep it going, hell, if he asked you to marry him, you would, fuck, he might not even finished saying the lines, you will say "yes" to everything
But his heart is elsewhere, his mind is remains afloat
You got your heart and your soul devoted to him, you gave your most sacred value, your body
Only to be wasted to be washed away down the drain
But still, you've never regret doing it to him,
But no matter what you do, no matter how many times he apologizes to you, sure, you can see it that he despised his fault for your failed relationship
It isn't feel right and it isn't working
You can't see and look at him in the same way before, all you can see is....
It's deceitful, it's making you so angry but you will never show how hot-headed you are
Because, yet again, you loved him, no matter how you wanted to scratch his face out of madness
He is intimidated by your whole sense of nonchalant micro expressions but he knows behind that mask
You're upset
You know it yourself that you've done everything that you could ever give to him
You conclude in your own thoughts alone that you aren't enough for him
There might be sprinkle of insecurity that you wanted to brush it off but that's what you feel
You supported him, take care of him, you've been a good listener, you've been a loving girlfriend of his that in other people lenses
You're just an eye candy
Now, you understand what you've gotten those sympathetic eyes on you at school
Because this is all what comes down to....
You're just another girl that he got himself a jackpot to his prize
Just another trophy to his collection that he just....slept with you and he'll do it again after to the next girl that he got eyes targeted
Despite at how brutal that sounds
You will always love him
Back to Prom 1984
You can feel everyone's eyes on the both of you
You're dancing together at the center of the dance floor
They knew about you and Steve's relationship and the infidelity that he has done
They knew about the bond that is going to fall apart
Steve thought that the music is far from being too loud, he is getting overwhelmed by it, he wants to turn it off and leave the premises with you where he feels safe
Now, he is slipping off with your delicate fingers, the only sanctuary that he has ever given and he knows that he is fucking lucky to have you
He wished that the both of you could lose this crowd
"Let's go outside"
"N-No, S-Steve- No"
He ignores your protests and he tugs at your hand leading you out of the dance floor as he tries to scrape you off your feet and dragged you outside
The students starts whispering all around
He is surprised that you let him hold you
You let him intertwined your hands with his
He pushes you outside first slowly and he closes the door behind him, the music blurs out
You wrap your arms around yourself the night chilly air hits your delectable skin as the fairy lights from the streets makes you look glowy
He sadly sighs as he finally had the chance to look at you like this again
This is the only time that he saw what's in your eyes, god- is this what he trying to dodge? what is he thinking? all he wanted is to punch himself for cheating on you
All he can see the remnants of your undying love to him on your eyes but also mixed with a cloud of gloominess
He fucked up big time
He removes his coat as he tries to give it to you
"I don't want your coat" you step away as you sternly look at him
He ignores again, your remark as he places his coat around you
"What should I do to gain back your trust, please tell me" his hazel eyes pleads for you and your eyes burning from the tears forming
Your chest tightens, you don't want to have this conversation again
You know it'll ended up so raw and you feel exposed by your feelings and the worst case
The transparency of your emotions
The seconds as he awaits for your reply, the music from the gymnasium dies
You look at him that he doesn't ever wanted to see
It terrifies him horribly as he begins to cry in front of you as you did too
"Oh, god- please no" his voice starts breaking and your heart shattered at the sound of it
He knows exactly the meaning behind your melancholic eyes
It's all sad goodbyes
"Steve, maybe it's better this way" you say as you held his cheeks as he presses himself against it at the palm of your hands as he kisses it
"No, it's not-"
He knows that you aren't a fool to this any longer, he knows what's about to happen but he can't help but beg for you to not leave him
You rip your hand out of his cheeks as he already misses your touches
You hated how fast you feel powerless over him whenever you talked to him like this
You hated how easily that he can get to touch like nothing happened
But, not this time, not anymore
You're trusting your gut, you listen to your inner voice
"Steve! If we pick up where we left off, we'd just end up hurting ourselves and it will hurt a lot more of the things that we wanted to say to each other"
"Don't say it like that- I promise that'll be better, I'll prove it to you"
You slam your lips over his and he can't help but feel the same butterflies on his stomach that he once ignored, you kissed him like it was your last breath
There's a voice inside of his head that says he something is bad is about to happen
God, if he could only turn back the time and he'll make things right
"Don't let this get over with your head, I am giving you one last dance, one last touch and one last kiss"
"N-No, please- don't let go-"
"I'm saying that this is goodbye, Steve"
"W-We could've have been so good together, we could've have this dance forever"
You smile sadly, "I wish you thought about that before you crossed me" he watches you as you take off his coat from your shoulders
Your heels hits the pavement as it starts clicking as you walked away from him
He chases you as he hugged you from behind, you breakdown in tears again, he rests his head over your shoulder as he sniffled
"Please stay"
"You will always have my heart, you know it belongs to you ever since, Steve, and I'm always going to love you, but I have to go" you caressed his hand as you remove yourself from him as you take a look at him one last time
"I love you Steve Harrington, thank you for giving me how betrayal feels like" you humorlessly chuckle as he runs his hands over his face, he keeps shaking his head sideways
You kissed his cheek as he watches you with those tired eyes, of course, you can notice everything, the dark circles surrounding his eyes
He hasn't gotten any sleep like you do
He can't sleep properly because of you
His mind and his heart screams at you
He wants you back on his life, but now, he's alone again
He hates himself and he knows what he did is unforgivable and unforgettable
"I'll miss you, take care okay?" You choke in your own tears as you fixed his hair for the last time, the kind gesture that he always admired, he can't believe that this is the last time
He holds both of your shoulders "I can't never love again, I only want you"
Your heart cracks piece by piece to his words
The time is running out, you need to move
"If you really love me you have to let me go, Steve"
He begrudgingly loosens his hold on you as he watches you walking towards your car, his eyes are fixated on you and you know it
You badly wanted to look at him again, but you decided against it, you don't even wanna leave him like this but it had to be done
He cries standing all alone on that night
You cried while driving home as your knuckles turn white as you grip on the steering wheel
He knows for a fact that he will never gonna dance again
The way he danced with you
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Part two to this story
After Jason's cruel display and your identity of Eddie's admirer being public knowledge, you're sure he will be disgusted. He hates you and your friends doesn't he?
Turns out you're in for a big surprise.
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Hellfire Slut. The words had practically burned into your brain as you tossed and turned in bed. Jason's cruelty was nothing new but you didn't think he'd ever go this far.
It was bad enough that Eddie's best friend had caught you in the act of delivering the notes and the thought he could spill all to Eddie, you didn't expect your secret to come out in such a public way.
The notes that you had poured your heart to Eddie had been clear to see by everyone and you felt sick to your stomach. You didn't care that people knew you were smitten with Eddie, it was the fact that he was probably disgusted that you had feelings for him.
You dreaded going to school but you knew you had to face Eddie and Jason at some point. It didn't stop nightmares plaguing your mind all night about what would happen come first period.
...
Homeroom was the first thing today before any other classes, you try not to draw attention to yourself as you slide into a seat at the back of class. However it feels like all eyes are on you today, Chrissy takes the seat beside you and holds your hand giving it a tight squeeze, it makes you feel a tiny bit better.
Mrs Jones isn't in class yet so chatter buzzes around you incessantly, your skin tingles as you feel Eddie's gaze on you a few times, try not to look up into those pretty brown eyes.
One of Jason's friends called Tyler smirks at you, he's sitting beside Jason and says loudly for all to hear. "So little miss perfect likes a freak in the sheets huh? Who would have thought?" there's a little ripple of laughter that's quelled by Chrissy's vicious glare. She's normally a sweetie so swing her pissed shut everyone up.
Ignore him. Just ignore him you chant in your head but he still continues. "You know I was going to ask you out but fuck that. You're a dumb little bitch"
There's a collective silence as you hear Eddie's metal lunchbox drop to the floor. To your surprise he's glaring daggers at Tyler, you also notice that his knuckles are bruised. What the hell happened?
"Oooh you're in luck sweetcheeks, maybe Munson likes you back and the two of you can be freaks together"
You're fraying control over being calm snaps. Screw this. You weren't going to sit and let him run his mouth or let anyone like him or Jason make you cry again.
"You can admit to everyone you're jealous Tyler it's okay. We all heard about the little problem you have, Stacy told us all about how disappointing you are" you fake a sympathetic smile at him and his eyes nearly bug out of his sockets.
Jason looks ready to say something but you don't give the satisfaction of listening to the bullshit he says. "I couldn't be less interested in what you have to say Carver, you're a pathetic, nasty little worm"
While sassing Jason you miss the look of awe on Eddie's face. Gareth snorts at Eddie's stunned look.
"Dude, I really do think I'm in love" Eddie murmurs sounding almost reverent. Gareth sighs. Maybe now Eddie knew it was you that sent the notes the two of you could get together and he could get a minute of peace.
Meanwhile you lean back in your seat relieved as Mrs Jones comes in. There's still a question that's nagging at you though.
"Chrissy, why are Eddie's knuckles bruised?"and that's when Chrissy launches into the tale of how Eddie punched Jason after you left yesterday.
Hearing this makes a small bubble of hope build up inside of you. Maybe just maybe Eddie feeling the same for you might not be as hopeless as you first thought.
...
After a few fruitless attempts Eddie manages to track you down as you're coming out of cheer practice with Chrissy. She gives you an impish, knowing smile as she leaves you and Eddie to talk.
Telling Jason and Tyler what you thought about them made you feel a little bit better for a while, boosted your shattered confidence but now Eddie was around and you could feel that confidence crack.
What was he about to say? Was he going to tell you he was disgusted?
"You don't have to be nervous princess" you feel your nerves dissipate at his soothing tone.
"I know you thought the notes were a joke but they aren't Eddie, I've really fallen for you. I was crushing on you for such a long time. That's why I wrote the notes in the first place, I was worried if I told you in person that you would be disappointed" the words all come out in a rush and you feel relieved getting it all out.
He shakes his head. "I mean I would have been surprised but the way you spoke in the notes...how could you ever think I'd ever be disappointed sweetheart?" His words fill you with hope, a warm and fuzzy feeling in your chest.
"You know because I'm from the dark side" you murmur and he frowns. His hand reaches out to hold yours and you wince at the bruising on his knuckles.
"You didn't need to do that Eddie, I don't want you hurt" he shrugs as if it's no big deal.
"It was worth it. You're worth it"
Eddie gently takes your hand and kisses it, "I fell in love with you through what you said sweetheart, I want to know all about you. I don't give a fuck about who you're friends with or if you're part of the dark side. I just want to be with you".
A slow smile works it's way on your face and you lean forward and kiss him, continue kissing him until you're both a little dazed and smiling goofily at each other.
"Uh maybe we could go out for Milkshakes after school, if you want princess?" you nod feeling the bubble of excitement in your belly.
After all that worrying you were going on your first date with Eddie and you couldn't wait.
Maybe happy endings were possible after all ❤️
#IN A WORLD FULL OF CARVERS BE A MUNSON#THE READER IS SO ME BECAUSE I ALSO DO TOO FALL IN LOVE WITH EDDIE EVERY SINGLE DAY#FUCK BULLIES‼️‼️‼️‼️ THEY'RE VICIOUS VERMIN'S#agatha hypes up her beloveds 💜#eddie munson
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JADE!!!! THIS IS AMAZING!!!! 🥺🫶🏻
You're nursing a crush on Eddie from afar but you're from the dark side, he hates you doesn't he? So you begin to leave anonymous notes to Eddie complimenting him.
Gareth finds out...but so does Jason and he wants revenge.
Warnings; Secret admirer, angst, mention of the word slut, little bit of fluff.
This has been my brainrot for the last few days, enjoy 🫶💌
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You knew Eddie hated you. Being from the dark side as he put it, there was no doubt that you were public enemy number one in Eddie's eyes. Quietly you nursed a crush on him that only grew with each passing day.
No one knew who your crush was, only that you were pining for someone who didn't like you back.
"You could have anyone at this school, Tina snaps why do you insist on pining over some loser who doesn't give a shit about you?" You didn't know how to answer that, you didn't want just anyone, you wanted Eddie.
But you could never tell him. He would think it was a joke or some ploy concocted by Jason, so you were left with only daydreams and small hopes that one day Eddie might notice you.
Secretly you began to leave anonymous notes in his locker, just little compliments to brighten his day and watched from the sidelines as he discovered each one, at first he angrily disregarded them as a joke. Then he softened and a faint blush would creep up his cheeks as he read your words, a small smile on his face once he realised that they were genuine.
One day Gareth caught you putting the note in Eddie's locker, looked at you stunned and with a questioning gaze.
"It's been you all along" you nod, eyes filling with tears at the thought of Eddie finding out and hating you even more.
"Please don't tell him. He already hates everything about me and my friends," Gareth still gapes at you as you gather your things and rush away from the scene.
... 💌
Gareth struggled with hiding who Eddie's secret admirer was, now he knew it was you and you begging him not to tell Eddie he was in a bind. What the hell was he supposed to do with this information? On one hand Eddie was his friend and he couldn't keep secrets for him.
On the other hand, you seemed really sweet and obviously had been crushing on Eddie for a long time. He didn't know what to do, so he turned to Jeff for advice and swore him to secrecy.
It was completely unknown to him that a seething Jason had heard everything and was planning to teach you a lesson. How could you like that freak Munson? He shakes his head in disgust and formulated a plan.
He waits until no one is around and steals a few notes you left Eddie from Eddie's locker.
... 💌
There's immense chatter as you head into the school the next day, Chrissy is furiously arguing with Jason which surprises you. Chrissy rarely if ever got mad.
"Look, here's the star of the show now" Jason sneers and you frown confused and push your way to the crowd in front of your locker.
Humiliation seeps into your bones as you see your notes to Eddie spread across your locker. Hellfire Slut is written in red ink. Jason is now howling with laughter, others look sympathetic but don't move to help.
Chrissy pushes past everyone and helps gather up the notes while glaring daggers at Jason, you offer her a weak smile.
Tears pool down your cheeks but what makes matters worse is that Eddie is standing rigid a little bit away from the whole scene and gazing at the notes. He knows everything now and your misery deepens.
You flee once his eyes meet yours.
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Eddie can feel the slow burn of rage course through his veins. He didn't like violence, it reminded him too much of his old man but just this once he lets the anger wash over him at the image of your tearstained face.
He walks calmly over to a smug Jason who looks ready to make some stupid comments. Eddie doesn't give him a chance, he punches the douchebag right in his face and then sets off to find you.
For a while Eddie searches for you but concedes that you must have gone home. His knuckle is bruised and bleeding from hitting Carver but he doesn't regret it.
Eddie hopes he can find you tomorrow so he can get some answers from you, he was rapidly falling in love with his anon admirer and if it really was you, he wanted to know.
It surprises Eddie that the thought of you being his admirer doesn't bother him. You're part of the dark side but so obviously different to Jason and his goons, and he was falling for you hard through those notes. Maybe he could finally get to know you for real?
Later as he heads back to the trailer, Wayne tuts as he sees Eddie's bruised knuckles and sighs. "Was it at least worth it son?" Eddie doesn't even have to think twice as he replies.
"Yeah Uncle Wayne, it really was"
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#ANGST AND FLUFF MY FAVORITE COMBO#IF I WERE TO BE ASKED KISS MARRY KILL I'LL KILL JASON#EDDIE IS THEE “MAN”#agatha hypes up her beloveds 💜#eddie munson
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Eddie will be forever the only ideal man
eddie snuggles closer into you, and he thinks he's never been this warm before.
his face is pressed into your shoulder, hot breath splaying over your skin like a fan. and it's not just the warmth. it's the way your hand feels, slowly rubbing up and down his back. it's the little chuckle you share when something funny happens on the show you're watching. it's how it feels to be loved that makes him this warm.
he sighs softly, eyes fluttering open and closed, eyelashes tickling the skin of your neck.
"you seem cozy," you muse, kissing the top of his head.
"very," he murmurs, but it's so quiet he's not sure you've heard it.
you stop rubbing his back, and he whines, squirming until you laugh and continue your comforting movements. he thinks about moving to kiss you. but he doesn't want this moment to end. he doesn't want to move even an inch, he wants to live in this perfect, perfect moment for the rest of his life.
"do you love me?" he asks, wrapping a lazy arm over hips, and placing kisses on your shoulder, pouting when he feels them shake with laughter.
"every second, of every day," you answer, leaning into his untamed hair, pressing your cheek into him.
and you think, maybe you've never felt this warm before.
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just flexing the old writing muscles - maybe request something for a short thing like this ????
love you, miss you <3
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OKAY WHAT THE FLIP IS THIS I LOVE IT
Bestfriend Eddie giving you his favorite ring when you have to go out of town.
It’s only for a couple of weeks, but because the boy is so lovesick, he insists that you have a piece of him whoever you go- “think of it as a good luck charm, babe.”
Your cheeks heat under his warm gaze as he practically towers over you, standing so close. You’d miss him dearly- how could you not, but you’d promised him you’d call every night.
Your knees nearly buckle when he throws you a wink and you relent, accepting his offer. “O-okay, Eds,” you stammer, “although I think you should have something of mine, too.”
You remove one of your favorite earrings and place it into his palm, “you can hold onto this,” you grin, “I know you’ll take care of it.” You smile up at him, proudly sporting the ring he’d given to you.
He carefully cradles the diamond before closing his hand and safely tucking it away, giving you a long, bone-crushing hug and a kiss to your crown. “Of course I will, sweetheart.”
Two weeks later when he’s picking you up from the airport, he throws your bags in the van, and all but runs to pull you into him, when you stop him in his tracks.
A familiar glimmering stud shines brightly from his earlobe.
“Eds…did you go and get your ear pierced while I was away?!” You ask, tucking his hair to the side to get a better look.
“Well sort of… I did it myself. Just wanted to be able to take a piece of you with me everywhere, too.”
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HEY IM CRYING OVER HERE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AND IT GETS EVEN WORSE WHEN I KIN HIM AS WELL
Eddie Munson is the type of person that would make eye contact with you and nod his head along when you're speaking amongst a group of people and they've stopped listening to you.
Eddie Munson is the type to say, "Hey, you were saying?" when you're interrupted.
Eddie Munson is the type who would make you feel included and seen because he knows what it's like to be left out.
Eddie Munson is the type who would never let you walk behind or on the road when there's not enough space on the sidewalk for more than two people. He's linking hands with everyone and moving in a line! Or everyone's walking on the road, bitch!
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i need him biblically
Random Eddie thought:
Eddie is not a morning person, never has been, but once the two of you start having sleepovers that starts to change and it's all because you wake him up with kisses. You pepper his face with soft, gentle kisses to wake him up and he loves it. And then he gets up and makes the two of you breakfast.
One day Wayne comes home from work when they two of you are in the kitchen, you sitting at the little table and Eddie at the stove making pancakes or something.
Wayne smiles and says something like, "I guess it takes a pretty face to get you out of bed before noon."
You quietly chuckle to yourself and Eddie blushes as he continues making your breakfast.
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I concur. You, Dustin Henderson, are a… total butthead.
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Happiest Birthday to beautiful Joe Keery April 24th.
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I love a clingy Eddie 😩🫶🏻
Jitterbug | E.M.
A/N: I’m in the mood for some cheesy mutual pining at the moment so here’s a best friend!Eddie fic based off this hc <3 Edit: The movie mentioned in this fic didn’t come out until 1985, but oh well… I’m too lazy to change it.
TW: none, I think? Reader’s pronouns aren’t specified and Eddie uses pretty gender-neutral terms of endearment for them. Nevermind he calls you a princess, I am so sorry, I totally forgot about that. Although, it is specified that they would wear a dress to a wedding, so take that for what you will. Also, I tried to keep the explicit language to a minimum since this is a fluffy fic.
18+ only
do not interact if you’re under 18 years old!
If you asked him, Eddie would deny it, but, secretly, he lives for these moments; moments where he gets to watch you, to hear you yearn for love. Perhaps it should be bittersweet, listening to you talk about the kind of love you’d like to have, all while under the impression that you probably don’t want to have that kind of love with him. However, Eddie gets an odd sense of joy out of watching your features alight with the joy that only daydreams of love and romance can bring, out of listening to you passionately describe all your deepest wants and desires. You’re such a romantic, Eddie loves it. He wants, so desperately, to be the one to make your dreams come true, but, for now, he’ll settle for listening to you talk about them.
Currently, the two of you are camped out in the living room of his trailer, watching Secret Admirer, the latest romcom that you’ve decided to torture him with. He only endures it because he knows that, once this garbage little love story is over, you’ll launch into one of your long-winded spiels about what love should be like, what you want your future love to be like. A wonderful bonus comes in the form of your passionate reactions to the events of the film; the way you giggle at Eddie mocking the protagonist's cliche friends, the way you adorably clutch the blanket closer to you whenever the protagonist caresses or kisses his secret admirer’s cheek, the way your brow furrows and your top lip curls when the protagonist’s dad kisses another woman, not to mention the way you fluster during the intimate scenes. You wear your heart on your sleeve, even when you don’t mean to; it’s one of Eddie’s favorite things about you.
By the time the credits roll by, Eddie can tell that you’re just barely holding in your commentary on the film. He decides to indulge you, as always, and asks, “So what’d you think, jitterbug? Was it worth the five-dollar rental fee?”
You sigh, pulling the blanket closer to your chest as you unconsciously snuggle up closer to your best friend, who responds in kind by wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “It was okay.” You reply, though, you're not very convincing.
Eddie chuckles, “Just okay?” Eddie whistles before continuing, “That’s quite a harsh critique coming from you, bug. What didn’t you like about it?” He teases.
“I don’t like how willing Debbie’s mom and Michael’s dad were to just throw away their marriages over some stupid letter. Love shouldn't be like that. Marriage shouldn't be like that.” You answer, looking up at him with those bright eyes that he loves so much. "Besides, it hits too close to home, you know?"
Like most children of divorce, you’re all too familiar with infidelity. You often confess to Eddie that you're worried that all love is doomed to end like that sooner or later, with one person cheating on the other, breaking their heart. It makes his heart ache for you. Of course, Eddie didn’t have any good examples of love to look up to either; his mom left when he was young and his dad wasn’t the loving type. However, the sweet old couple living in the trailer a few lots over makes him believe that sort of love, the kind that isn’t doomed to end in despair, truly exists. Eddie wishes that he could show you that kind of love. Granted, the only things preventing him from doing that were his own cowardice and your severe obliviousness.
Eddie curses every single person who’s ever made you feel less than. He curses society for making you feel like there’s something wrong with your body, like you aren’t pretty enough. Most of all, he blames them both for making you think that no one could ever be attracted to you, and for making you oblivious to the affection people showed you. You’re stunning and, if you could only see it, then you’d surely see the way the guys around town looked at you; guys like Adam Polanski who spent the entirety of sophomore year following you around like a lost puppy until Eddie finally told him to give it a rest, like that dirtbag Dave Harris who lives in the trailer next to you and leers at you whenever you take the trash out in those tiny little pajama shorts of yours, or like Eddie, your best friend, the guy who’s been hopelessly in love with you since the sixth grade. Hell, Eddie even knows of a couple of girls that have had crushes on you. However, you’ve never noticed them, any of them; always too caught up in that busy mind of yours.
“Not to mention Cliff DeYoung is just plain creepy.” You add.
“Yeah?” Eddie huffs out a laugh.
“Yeah, he reminds me of that pervy custodian from the public library, the one that always hits on my mom.” You shudder at the memory.
“What else didn’t you like?” Eddie probes.
“I-I don’t think I like the idea of secret admirers very much.” You admit as you begin to bashfully pick at your cuticles.
“No?”
“No. I think it’s more special, more meaningful when someone tells you how they feel without the shield of anonymity; it shows that they like you enough to take that risk.” You explain and Eddie hums in agreement.
A brief silence settles between the two of you, but Eddie soon interrupts it when he notices your eyes fighting to stay open. “Are you stayin’ the night?” Eddie asks softly.
“I want to, but I hate making you sleep on the couch.” You murmur. “We should've had this movie night at my place so that we could both crash in my bed afterward.”
“It’s a short walk,” Eddie points out, “we could just head over there now.”
You offer a mere hum of acknowledgment, clearly thinking it over.
“We’ll have to walk back here for breakfast in the morning. ‘S no food at my house right now.” You inform him, tone laced with exhaustion.
“I’ll grab a box of cereal to take with us,” Eddie replies before carefully untangling himself from you and getting up off the couch. He walks over to the kitchen cabinet where they keep the non-perishables and carelessly throws open the door.
“D’ya want S’Mores Crunch or Raisin Bran?” Eddie asks.
“God, you guys have awful taste in cereal.” You groan as you pull yourself up off the couch, letting out a big yawn and heaving a massive stretch before you continue, “I s’pose s’mores is the least offensive choice.”
“So picky,” Eddie mumbles teasingly as he swipes the box of overly sugary cereal from the cabinet. He then moves on to the fridge.
“Don’t steal Uncle Wayne’s milk; we can just eat dry cereal.” You say, as if reading his mind, as you slip on your Keds.
“You’re an absolute psycho, jitterbug.” Eddie teases as he grabs the carton of milk, stealing it anyways.
“And you’re gonna be dead tomorrow when your uncle comes home to a milkless fridge, grub.” You reply as you shrug on your jacket before grabbing the milk from Eddie so that he has at least one free hand to help him slip on his Reeboks. “I’ll make sure to wear a nice dress to your funeral.” You feign somberness as you pat Eddie on the shoulder, causing him to scoff.
“C’mon, drama queen,” Eddie says once he’s slipped on his coat and shoes, “let’s get you to bed.”
The two of you walk in silence to the other side of the trailer park, where your mom’s cozy double-wide sits atop a decently sized plot. Your mom’s place is much nicer than Eddie and Wayne’s since her office job pays a bit more handsomely, but you and her both still receive your fair share of ridicule for not living in a house. Your dad lives in a house, it’s a nice house too. Eddie’s been there a couple times, but only when your dad wasn't home. Your dad doesn’t much care for Eddie, but that’s ok with him because your mom absolutely adores him and he likes her more anyways. Besides, your dad’s disapproval has never really gotten in the way of your friendship with Eddie.
When the two of you finally make it to your mom’s, you unlock the door to find your dog, Philby, already waiting at the door for you, or, more accurately, for Eddie. Philby loves Eddie. You let him and Eddie bask in their little reunion as you make your way back to your room. You shut the door and change into some pajamas real quick before summoning the speed of Quicksilver as you quickly gather up all of the clothes on your floor and stuff them in your closet; heaven forbid Eddie sees your underwear. Soon enough, you open the door and poke your head out around the corner, motioning for Eddie to come join you.
Once he’s in your room, you step out, heading to the bathroom to finish getting ready for bed and to give him some privacy as he changes into the pajamas your mom bought him for Christmas last year. Soon enough, he’s joining you in there, brushing his teeth next to you with the spare toothbrush your mom keeps around for him. This never gets any easier for you, being so domestic with him. The two of you have been like this since you first moved into the trailer park when you were seven, but it’s never gotten any easier to pretend like the faces he makes at you in the mirror while you both brush your teeth don’t give you butterflies, like waking up to the sight of him fast asleep next to you doesn’t make your heart melt every single time. You don’t even mind that he always leaves a pool of drool on your pillow, that he’s a blanket hog, that he refuses to sleep with a shirt on because he feels like the neckline chokes him when he lays down, not even that he thinks suffocating you with a dutch oven is the pinnacle of comedy. You’ve got it bad, but you think you hide it well. Truthfully, you don’t, but, luckily for you, Eddie is just as oblivious as you are, if not more so.
Perhaps if the two of you had any mutual friends, they might shake you both by the shoulders and pull you out of your minds, might force you to see how hopelessly in love with each other you are. However, it’s always just been the two of you, at least when you’re at home. In public, the two of you have always operated in your own social circles due to your differing passions; he's always had Hellfire while you've always had the tiny little nonconformist clique you ran around with, a group of somewhat artsy, somewhat smart kids that just didn’t quite fit in anywhere else. So, the two of you simply just continue to dance around one another, each unaware of the other’s incessant pining.
Once the two of you have finished getting ready for bed, you climb into bed together, snuggling up close to each other as you have a million times before. Eventually, you’ll break free from his sleeper hold during the night when you get too hot to continue snuggling, just as you always do, but, for now, you indulge his craving for your warmth. You always indulge Eddie, always spoil him.
“Hey, bug,” Eddie calls out softly into the darkness of your room.
“Yeah, grub?”
“Will ya tell me more ‘bout your wedding?” Eddie asks. It’s the same request he always has on nights like this. He likes to listen to you talk about your dreams and desires as he drifts off to sleep, much like a child likes to hear a bedtime story; he loves to hear the stuff that your beautiful mind comes up with. You’ve always assumed that he was just indulging you, letting you talk about the things you might’ve otherwise been too shy to bring up yourself, in the privacy of your room. Little do you know, Eddie takes great care in remembering what you tell him about stuff like this, he even writes some of it down in the same little journal Wayne gave him to write songs in for his fifteenth birthday. His memory has always been surprisingly good when it comes to stuff like that, stuff that other people might not put a lot of stock in, but that he knows you cherish more than anything. Although, it’s not so good when it comes to important dates or anything like that; anything that the average person would deem important.
“You remember how I said that I wasn’t sure if I wanted a beach wedding anymore?” You prompt him, not expecting him to remember, but more so saying it as a reminder.
“Yeah?”
“I think I’ve moved on from that; trying to walk around in the sand in a wedding gown seems like too much of a hassle for someone as clumsy as me. I think now maybe I’d like to get married at one of those big, fancy gardens that they have in big cities, like the one in Garfield Park. Or maybe it could be kind of cool to get married at one of those old, historic mansions in New England.” You ramble.
“Could get married in the backyard of your nana’s house, she’s got a big enough backyard, ‘s fancy too.” He offers sleepily.
“It’s not that big,” You giggle, “but it would be cute to have a small wedding there. It’d probably have to be a small wedding anyways; I don’t really like a lot of people.”
Eddie huffs a tired laugh, nuzzling his moppy head of curls in between your shoulder and your neck as he curls around you like a monkey clinging to a tree. Little fireworks erupt beneath the surface of your skin and butterflies flutter around your tummy as your body intertwines with his.
Yeah, I’ll never get used to this. You think.
You come from a pretty touchy-feely family, or at least your mom’s side of the family is like that, so you’re pretty used to physical affection, but Eddie’s clinginess has always somehow managed to exceed the level of affection that you’re used to. The two of you don’t hold hands, don’t give each other kisses on the cheek or anything like that, but Eddie will take almost any and every opportunity to hug you, to cuddle with you, to touch you. He’s like that with his other friends too, or so you think. You always see him playfully wrestling with the Hellfire guys or clapping a hand on one of their backs as he pulls them into the occasional celebratory hug, you figure that’s pretty similar to how he treats you. Although, you think that he’s probably a bit more touchy-feely with you because he’s known you for so long. He’d definitely cuddle with Gareth if he’d known him since he was seven, right? Certainly, he’d offer Jeff a shoulder rub every now and then if he had been friends with him for over a decade like he had with you. Of course, he would, Eddie’s just like that, it’s just how he is, you think.
“You’re gonna look real pretty in a white dress, bug. Like a princess.” Eddie murmurs sleepily. At that, heat blossoms in your chest and travels up your neck before flooding into your cheeks.
“What do you think you’ll wear to my wedding? Usually, the maid of honor wears a dress… and is a woman.” You tease and Eddie huffs out another tired laugh, this one nothing more than a puff of air exhaled through his nose.
“I’ll wear whatever you want me to, baby.” Eddie slurs before the stillness of sleep takes over.
Your eyes widen at the new pet name, your breath hitching before a smile breaks out on your face, one so wide that it hurts your cheeks and so fond that it shines in your eyes. You turn to look at him, confirming that he’s asleep, before pressing a kiss to the space between his brows, the only part of his forehead that isn’t currently shielded by his bangs.
“I love you, Eddie.”
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don't you forget about me
☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆
❣ AGATHA'S MAIN PAGE ❣
๑ Summary : will you be true to your word that you won't forget about Eddie when both of you stood on your ground with your hopes and dreams succeeded?
๑ Word Count : idk if y'all like longer fics, but I'm just eyeballing it on the right amount, I'm so excited for this one hehe
๑ Warnings : 18+ Songwriter!Eddie Munson x Popstar!FEM!reader, cursing, use of y/n, highschool classmates, set in modern era (but with 80's aesthetics) Eddie is (21), reader is (20), Eddie is also very shy doesn't know how to express he feels but he cares, reader is jittery and rambles when she's nervous! VERY CUTE! I promise :))
๑ What to Expect : friends to lovers, unrequited feelings, FLUFF! this can be slightly awkward but I am a woman of my word it would be absolutely adorable!
๑ Note To Reader : I just had this idea that Eddie and reader while reunite after so many years later and they both can't handle that their friendship has never changed! it's still pretty rock solid! 😭🫶🏻✨
๑ Author Note : I worship John Hughes films, so, you know the drill! 😉 and um- sorry if I'm bringing myself some of my fics in this but the beginning happened to me in real life, so, yes, I miss that specific person (yeah the same guy that had a crush on for 10 fucking years 😃👍🏻) I haven't seen him since 2018 👀
"Stop- what are you doing?!" you said to him while having a breathy laugh
He smirks as he looks at you within his eyelashes as he tries to hold you still while writing something down on the back of your hand
"Eddie, this is ridiculous" you say to him as you shook your head sideways but a fond smile is sitting on your lips as you glanced at your back a bunch of students are hollering in excitement for the school year end because knowing damn well that whatever he is written down on your hand it will not stay, it would be easily removed once you took a bath when you get home
But, you don't mind it anyways, you smile at him as you watch him curiously as you can see his lips muttering different words under his breath as he writes
"You're the one who is being ridiculous" he says to you not looking at your eyes yet
You chuckle at his reply as you playfully roll your eyes at him
"There" he says as he brings back the cap of his blue ballpen, you heard it with a click
You bring your hand close to your face as you read what it says
"Don't let anyone else stop you for following your dream"
you lightly giggle when some of the words are not aligned as it goes wonky down on the back of your hand but still it's nice and you liked it
"Don't forget about me when you get famous with your singing career" he leans forward to get close to you, so, you could hear him clearly
The hallways are filled with whooping and screaming in excitement of students that are cheering for the school year end, Eddie chortled at the sight of it
You missed the way he looks at you
You raised your head as you flash him a sweet adoring smile as you nod
You shyly taken a back from his words of encouragement that really meant true as you judge by his tone
You snort "Okay, Eddie"
A smile tugs to his lips as he leans his back on the railing as he spoke again "I mean it, Y/N"
You look back at him and you directly look into his eyes
"Just don't ever forget about me, okay?"
It's very heartwarming to you that he is so kind "Of course, I will never forget about you, Eddie"
How would you ever forget Eddie Munson?
When he's the only one guy in your school campus who is so respectful towards you?
That was 2016, nine years ago
You've been classmates since 7th grade and even though you don't both have the same section from 8th grade and 9th grade
You still see each other and interacted a little
You kinda wish that he was still your classmates all those years
Sometimes, though, you winced at the memories when you're with him, you cringe at it at how you make things weird and awkward
You hate it when you get all so jumpy and nervous around him, I mean- it's just Eddie but the problem is that he doesn't know that you just realized it back in 8th grade that you finally figured it out that you developed feelings for him
You both weren't exactly close
Yeah, both of you tease each other and make fun and silly jokes sometimes
Yes, you both have a few conversations and slightly deeper talks about both of your families when your teacher on P.E class partnered the both of you together for the dance project
That's the only time that you ever both talked real to each other
That little moment, until now is still vivid to you
But still, you're not that close to him
He was just a good friend or maybe just a good classmate that you had
You encountered him again back in 2018 when both of your paths crossed while being on the escalators
You noticed him first but before you call out to him, you made sure that it was him because you moved on to another school after 9th grade, so, pretty much something's have changed but him?
He never did, he is still stylish as ever and so are you
But of course, both of you grew up
You're now already looking at him and you expect him to notice you, so, you didn't do anything at first and when you both finally met in the middle of the escalator and he is still doesn't saw you on the other side and he is mere inches close to you and you're too fucking shy to call his name out, you tried to tap on the handles to make a sound but no to avail, as you had no choice but to say his name
"Eddie!"
He whipped his head around the second you call him
He smiles and leans back forward as the both of you stare at each other
You shyly wave at him as you duck your head down to look at where you're going
From the corner of your eye, you saw him reached at the end of the escalator, his eyes still locked on you
But goddamn, it's 2024, you're 20 and he's 21
Both of you are college students now
Your feelings for him remained the same way and all of the crushes that you had from elementary to highschool
He's the only one ever to take over your heart this long
So long that sometimes, you wonder, if you try to confess it, so, it will be all over
But isn't that embarrassing? since well....
You haven't seen him since what?!? 2018???
2018 was the last time you ever saw him
You also haven't talked to him for years
Besides, seeing him on his Instagram profile but that doesn't count
But you did some risky stuff and you made such a big deal out of it because you're too overreacting with your giddy feelings for him
Like for instance
You complimented him on his Instagram stories in 2021 and he only heart reacted on it
You greeted him on his birthday for the first time ever in 2022 (you're wishing that he won't find it weird that you know his birthday and you hoped that he still remembers that he also wrote on your slambook back in 7th grade, that's why you knew) you also send your pictures with him from the field trip that you both had in 8th grade
And that right there, you received a message
A message that is so short but so endearing and it really means a lot to you
He says that he is sorry for not reaching out to you after all of those years passed and he is glad that you hadn't changed ever since then and he appreciates and he is so grateful for the highschool memories that you both had together
Even it's just a short amount of period at that time
2023, you greeted him again on his birthday but he only said thank you
You kinda hoped that he'll message you
But, girl- thank god that you aware of the term called "reality check" because why would he message you all of the sudden since that you both didn't knew very well
You sigh in hopelessly romantic manner wishing that he'll talk to you someday
Yeah, a smile grows on your lips all the time when you always receive a notification that he likes your posts
Damn, only a notification from him already lightens up your day
How fucking great, that's how pathetic it is
"5 minutes then you're good to go!"
Okay, fast forward from your train of thoughts, right- you got a show to run
You're a popstar now and you made it like you always wanted to be
Despite, everyone from your school bullies tries to pull you down
Eddie
Eddie is the only one who believed in you and supported you all the way even both of your lives are different now than before
While in the autograph signing table
"You're such an inspiration!" A young girl said as she beams up as she watches you sign up of your portraits photograph
"Thank you so much, sweetie! I'm very happy to hear that, did you had fun?"
She aggressively nods as she starts bopping up and down on her heels in excitement, you chuckled at that and you gave back the signed picture of yours to her as she gives you huge smile as she takes her leave
You didn't noticed the next person as you start signing
"As you walk on by, will you call my name?"
The sound of the person's voice is too unreal for you to hear and to register of what you just heard as you paused on what you're doing as you slowly raise your head up at the person who is standing in front of the table across from you as you gasp that you thought you're not going to see him again after 2018
But, now, here, he is finally once again
You've always dreamed about this
You've always wanted this to happen
It's unbelievable
You know that face and voice and that iconic smirk on him as you take him in
"Eddie?" You're still gasping in shock as you cupped your mouth in surprise as you look around you and your eyes are twinkling as he looks down on you in adoration and now the other fans that are waiting in line are getting curious and they flash you a smile as they relished and witness the reunion of the both of you
He grins as he nods as he shoved his hands onto his pockets "Ah- she remembers me!" You giggled to his classic antics
He hasn't changed
You could hear everyone who is asking, the buzzing "who is he?" "omg- they knew each other?!?" "wait- maybe he is the guy from her songs!"
You're too overwhelmed from all of this that you almost forget that you have to sign all of the pictures
You motion for him to lean down as you say "Can you wait for me backstage?"
He smiles "Yeah, sweetheart- I'll meet you there"
You sheepishly smile at him again as you gave him access that made everyone eyes goes wild, the crowd seems to go nuts over it
And by that the following question had been like this
"Who is the lucky guy?"
"Why is he getting the special treatment?"
"Is he your boyfriend?"
You don't give them all the personal information from your life and all the details but you confirmed that he is the guy from your songs and you love how your fans squealed and get thrilled from this
After an hour, the show is over and you bid goodbye to your fans and thank them for attending, you stretch your arms out and massage your neck as you exhale as you headed into the backstage
"Y/N's a star now" he leans his back on the wall as he smiles at you
He says the moment you moved the curtains on the side as you snort at his comment
You went into the small comfort room as you change your clothes into much more relaxing attire
"Hey, Eddie, I hope you didn't get bored for waiting"
"Nah, I don't mind it- sweets"
Once you get dressed, you open the door, so, you can talk to each other as you start to remove your makeup with a cotton pad as you double cleanse with rinsing it thoroughly
He watches you put a tinted lip balm on your lips, he swallows as he hangs his head low for a while
You groan at the hairstyle that you had earlier but you absolutely loved it getting all glammed up but you're just so tired and wanting to get this everything off so you can get to rest
Both of you kept talking but you didn't notice how he looks at you and watches your every move from removing the pins and hair ties from your hair from brushing it and you let your hair down as you grab your shoulder bag
He is so entranced by you like as you do too
Only if he knew
And only if you knew
His daze has cut off the time when you're literally now in front of him, he snapped out of it when he tries to recall of what you just asked him
"Do you want to walk outside?"
"Y-Yeah sure, come on, let's go"
You told your crew that you'll be back and you look out for them and always saying thank you for getting the job done
The walk was.....pleasing....but too quiet for you
It seems like Eddie can read your thoughts as he finally spoke up
"How many years had passed?"
A knowing smile is showing onto your features as you glanced at him
"9 years"
He raises both of his eyebrows "Damn" as he chuckles in disbelief
"Yeah" the smile still lingers on your lips
"Did you get to do it?"
"Do what?"
"Your band? Corroded Coffin?"
There's a glint on his eyes as he stops to his tracks as he stares at you for a moment
"What?" You ask him in confusion
"Nothing, it's just- you still remember that?" He tilts his head at you as he squints his eyes
"Well, of course! you told me not to forget about you, right?"
"You're always true to your word, sweetheart, I like that for you"
You both sat down on the bench in front of the fountain as you watch random kids playing
He sighs but he notices that you're awaiting for his answer as you quirk an eyebrow at him as he snorts
"Uh, no- Jeff, Gareth and Me, played for 4 to 5 years, I think? We had a blast but I realized that being a rockstar, it's not for me permanently"
"But, I thought you always wanted to be rockstar"
"Yeah, well, we got a record deal for a while-"
"What?!? Really?!?"
He chuckles to your excitement as you turn your whole body facing to him
"Yup, and we- uh- did a little tour here and there but, it just felt like that's not what I was looking for" he shrugs as he looks down as he starts to fidget his rings
You notice that, you always do, it's his nervous habit, you smile at him sadly
"How about Jeff and Gareth?"
"They got all their own ambitions and all of us took the same thing and we agree to not totally disband but, maybe, someday I don't know in the future, we'll get back to where we started"
You nod at him in understanding "I still feel superior to be one of the very first audience" you smirk
He whips his around at you at that and he blinks slowly like he just had a flashback
Yeah, if he's supportive to you and so do you
"the most loud cheerier ever, I gotta say" he laughs as you facepalmed as you can remember all of it
"So, what do you do now?"
"Uh, I'm a songwriter"
You react in delightful way and he chuckles at your face that you make
Both of you reminiscence your highschool memories as both of you look back at it
"Y/N, you-"
"Yeah?"
He hesitates for a few seconds as he chuckles as he dismissive his hand at you
"It's getting late" he says as he clears his throat
Your smile slightly falls as you glanced on your watch
It's been 2 in half hours
"I guess, we better get going then"
You both stand up as he walk you through the parking lot
You dig your nails through your palms as you think twice if you should tell him right away how you really feel about him
You can't chicken out now
You're not a kid anymore, you can take the rejection and well....
At least you tried, so, it will bring you peace
You've been fighting for your whole life not to ask him before, it's plaguing every year passed
Only a few more steps, you can sight your van
You took a deep breath, you know you'll make a rambling mess out of a speech but you don't care
"Eddie" you say as you turn around to look at him
He raises his head the moment you call his name
You walked closer to him as he looks at you as he waits for you to speak
"I know this is going to sound so out of place but uh- I have feelings for you since we we're 7th grade, I didn't know that I had it since I just suddenly realized it when we we're in 8th grade and ever since then and now I still have it for almost 10 years and it's okay, you don't have to-"
"I know"
You're stunned, you can't function to speak anymore
"I-I'm sorry?"
"I know and I'm aware of it"
He can't just say that to you like it was nothing
You're definitely screaming inside to this mind-blowing revelation
Your cheeks starts to glowing red as you feel all bashful to his gaze
Your eyes suddenly can't manage the hold to look in his anymore
"Even before?" You whisper as you wrap your arms to yourself
He's now the one who moves towards you
You're appalled and you didn't even noticed that your mouth is hanging agape as you shut it and swallow
"How did you find out?" You ask without looking at his eyes
He runs his tongue over his lips "from Gareth, and you know him he's got a big mouth and all that"
You close your eyes in humiliation as you bite down your lip
Fuck
You shouldn't have been talking to him or giving a clue
But, sometimes though, you give hints when you're having a conversation with him
Gareth, somehow, finds the missing puzzles and figures it all out
Traitor
You couldn't stand here and you feel ashamed of what you just did, my god, what are you thinking?
"Listen, uh- it's good to see you, I gotta go" you say as your drag your heels to walk away from him as fast as your feet can take you
But, he reaches out and holds your wrist making you stop
"Y/N, don't go"
"Why?"
"Because-" he sighs as he runs his fingers through his hair
"I'm no expert in showcasing my feelings, okay? I-I'm shy"
Your entire discomfort of being flustered has completely washed away
You find it amusing, well, Eddie has always been shy but really???
There's nothing to be mousy about when he's with you
"You're shy?" You echoed what he just said as you pursed your lips together
He scratches the back of his neck as he clicks his tongue as he nods his head slowly
You exhale "Well, fuck- Eddie, I'm shy too! I can't even blurt it out loud of what I've been carrying for what?!? 10 years?!?"
You start pacing back and forth in front of him as he breathes through his nose
"See, Eddie, I've always liked you, okay? or maybe I took your kindness way out of line" you throw hands up
He gave you that doe eye look and you avoid looking at it as you continue rambling at him
"I can't even comprehend why? Why am I still clinging onto you for all these years? I hate that you still made me swoon over you and make me feel things!"
His mouth starts to slowly hanging open to your subtle confession
"You know what's unbelievable to me? Is that you don't know me and I don't know anything about you but still it feels like I knew you even though we don't talk a lot back then and it hurts, it hurts that you're so big-hearted and it pains me that you're just so mellow person" your voice cracks and that's where the time the water works starts to fill up in your eyes
You sniffle as you quickly wipe your tears from your cheeks "You're the only guy that has ever been so nice to me, the only who cared, the only one who hasn't changed towards me since highschool, I don't even know what's the reason why"
He is still remains silent, probably still processing every information that you just told him
His eyes softens and his heart is begging to leap forward outside of his chest
"Y/N" he holds your forearm softly as he runs his thumbs over it, you shivered from his touch
"Have you ever wondered why I still don't have a girl beside me?"
He is still single?!? What?!?
You gulped as you look at him with hopeful eyes and tear-stained cheeks
He smiles down at you as you scrunch up your face in a shameful way that you don't like him to see you crying like this
Oh
That's right
You haven't seen anyone with him since elementary or highschool
He had a couple of silly crushes that you heard from your classmates before but still
You don't saw anyone else with him
And that alone made you think a lot since Eddie is not an asshole, it's mind-boggling
You're still in denial that you might think he has the same feelings for you
As if
"Eddie- I think you're a great human being, anyone is lucky to have you"
He chuckles slightly as you dodged his point
"I didn't date because why?"
You take all the courage that's left inside of you as you look at him
"You already have my heart, darling"
Your eyes flutters to his admission, your heartbeats faster that it might burst any second
He likes you?!?
"A-Are you sure? I don't u-understand- why didn't you m-make a move before?" You stuttered, your voice sounds so small and it makes his heartache
"I was a coward" he pulls you closer to him your eyes widen but you melt to his touch
"W-What about the messages that I sent you? Does that mean anything to you?" A sprinkle of insecurity is showing through your tone and he catches it, he reassures you that it means a lot to him
He grins at the birthday wishes that you make before
"I appreciate them all, I-I just didn't know how to express it in there, so, when I found out that you're have a show in here, maybe it's time to take it to the next level, it feels it's the right thing to do in person"
He embraces you for the first time and the only time that you ever became this much closer to him, you feel his warmth enveloping you his arms surrounding you in the most cozy way possible, you sigh in content as you squeeze him
"Feel better?" He asks as he still holds you tightly
"Yes" you whisper softly as you smile against his chest inhaling on his scent, it's intoxicating
The moment you pushed yourself away from him, you slipped on the thin ice as his reflexes are fast enough to catch you before you can hit the icy cold ground
You gasp as your eyes goes everywhere to his face as you held on him to stabilize you to get back up on your feet
He's so mere inches close, his eyes sparkle as he stares at you
He slowly lifts you back on, both of you didn't break eye contact
He can't help himself as his hand crawls at your waist to flush your body against his, you fight for your breath for the idea that he's about to do
His eyes flits through your eyes and to your lips, he goes for it as you close your eyes as you kissed him back
"Is it too late?" The smugness is radiating off of him when you chase his lips to peck on it
"I think we both waited on the right time" you say as you kissed his cheek
His cheeks blooms red as he dramatically freaked out as you let out a fit of giggles
"I'm relieved that you're patient to finally let me get out of my shell"
"Oh, be thankful that I have a wide patience or else I'll fucking lose it"
He laughs as he rest his forehead against yours
"You're the most perfect girl ever"
You smile brightly "And you're the most perfect boy ever"
Your crew call out to you saying that you have interview tomorrow morning
"Be with me?"
"Forever?"
You snort as you elbowed him as he catches you off guard pressing another kiss to your lips
"I love you, Y/N- you have absolutely no idea"
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OH DAAAAAAMNNNNN AS MUCH AS MY HEART STARTS TO ACHE?!? AND IT REALLY DID HURT BAD WHEN I WAS GETTING TO EDDIE CONFRONTING BLONDIE AT THE VERY LAST PART?!? GOOD GOD YOU'RE SO EXCELLENT WITH WRITING FLUFF, SMUT AND ANGST AT THE SAME TIME?!? ANDYYYYY THE TALENT THAT YOU YIELD!!!! YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA HOW FREAKISHLY TALENTED YOU AREEEE I HOPE YOU'RE AWARE OF THAT AND I'M GOING TO REMIND YOU EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU'RE ABOUT TO WRITE SOMETHING BECAUSE I JUST KNOW YOU'RE TAKING THIS VERY SERIOUSLY AND I APPRECIATE YOU FOR THAT BUT I HOPE YOU'RE NOT GETTING TOO ROUGH ON YOURSELF!!!! MY GODDDD ONCE YOU WRITE SOMETHING DOWN- THE MAGIC JUST STARTS TO BOOM EVERYWHERE AND IT'S SO LITERALLY SO CRAAAZZYYYYY AHHHHHH I WANNA TAKE STEVE AND BLONDIE'S PRIDES DOWN!!!! BUT THAT WOULD BE TOO EASY DOESN'T IT?!? GOSHHHH STEVE IS GONNA WORK HARD TO GET BACK ON BLONDIEEEE ON THE NEXT PART!!!! AND ALSO I LOVE HOW YOU WROTE EDDIE ON THIS!!!! AHHHH WE ALL NEED A REAL FRIEND LIKE EDDIE GOODNESS GRACIOUS!!!! I ACTUALLY READ THIS ON APRIL 20 THE MOMENT I JUST WOKE UP AND BAM- I SAW THE NOTIFS FIRST AND WENT READ ALL ABOUT IT YEAH THAT'S MY BREAKFAST IT'S ANDY'S NEW CHAPTER FROM THIS SERIES 🫡🫡🙏🏻🙏🏻🫠🫠🤝🏻🤝🏻💕💕
Dancing with our hands tied | S.H.
Chapter thirteen ⭐︎ For a moment, I was heaven struck
Warnings: mentions of smut, mentions of heartbreak and unrequited feelings, mentions of bad parenting, allusions to depression, lots of fluff -- and, angst at the end
Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader
Summary: Steve gives you a glimpse of a future you could have with him -- if only things were so simple.
Word count: 13.5k+
Author's note: I'm not really proud of this chapter, but I hope you guys are gonna love this ♡ @hellfire--cult thanks for helping me, lovelyyyy
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Sunlight peeks through the curtains of Steve’s bedroom, illuminating the room ever so slightly. The weight on his chest warms him up, the scent that lingers on your hair, and your body is his own, you used his shampoo and bodywash the night before. To know that you smell like him, causes something in his chest to stir.
As he opens his eyes, a smile appears on his face.
Your cheek is squished against his bare chest, your eyes shut tightly as you’re still sleeping deeply. Your arm is wrapped around his waist, your whole body covering his own like a blanket.
His own arms are wrapped around you, his left hand hidden underneath your – his shirt, fingers drumming against your soft skin.
Steve blinks his sleepiness away and he raises his hand up towards your hair, smoothing it out, he runs his fingers through it as he watches you.
This isn’t anything new, you woke up beside him, on him, countless times before, and yet, it still feels so surreal sometimes.
You are still his Blondie.
He is still Steve.
And yet, something has changed, something has shifted.
A sigh falls from your lips, and you only snuggle deeper into his chest, scrunching up your nose a little, before your features relax again.
He brushes some of your hair out of your face, his fingertips graze your cheek and your temple. He begins to twirl your strand around his finger, still smiling as his eyes stay on you.
Memories from the night before start flashing in his mind, causing his smile to grow bigger as he thinks of how you kissed him, how you touched him, how you let him touch you, how you clung to his body.
You got out of his car on shaky feet, your knees nearly buckled when you tried to walk, so he rushed towards you and steadied you with hands on your waist, before he leaned down and hooked his arm around the back of your knees and threw you over his shoulder, you squealed at his actions and hugged his waist tightly, as though he would let you fall. He couldn’t even help himself when he slapped your ass, the whimper that fell from your lips only made him feel more smug, just as the shakiness in your legs did.
You shared another first together, last night. And that feels special and… intimate. It isn’t something that he wants you to do with someone else – he doesn’t want to imagine you with anyone else, at all.
He only wants this, you finding pleasure in him and no one else.
He wants to feel special, he wants to feel needed, and so far, you have been good at making him feel such things.
And he tells himself that this is all it is – pleasure. That the gnawing feeling in his chest, the night before, wasn’t jealousy. That it was only possessiveness that he had felt because he wants you all to himself.
But as he lies in his bed, with you in his arms, snuggled up against him, sleeping on top of him, the way a casual hookup shouldn’t be, and he holds you tightly, even tighter than he held one girl before, his hand freezes in your hair and he stops twirling it, his heart jumps in his chest, and his eyes widen as the panic in him, rushes through him so quickly that it halts his breath in his throat.
And yet, the warmth in his chest feels so alarming, a flame that he thought had died, sparking – even if weakly.
No. No. No.
His mind chants the same word over and over again. But then you stir in your sleep, and he feels your bare legs on his, which are hidden beneath the blanket that covers you both. Your fingernails graze his skin, your lips touch his chest as you turn your head, and then, you lay your palm on the spot, right over his poor heart. An innocent move that makes the spark a tiniest bit brighter, stronger, and his heart beat faster.
‘Well shit’. Steve thinks.
He wants to groan, he wants to roll his eyes at himself and get angry at the weakness that lingers in him, but he can’t, he can’t even be mad at himself, not when he takes a deeper, longer look at you.
What would King Steve think of this?
His opinions don’t matter, they haven’t mattered once, since he let him die. But there was always a part of himself that he hated when he was still very much alive. He hated the thoughts in his head and how his own eyes strayed, even when he didn’t want them to. How his mind took him to where he told himself he didn’t want to be.
King Steve doesn’t matter, his opinions don’t matter – and yet, he can’t help but wonder what his teenage self would think of him now if he saw you in his arms, like this, so closely, so intimately.
He won’t ever find out, but he feels… troubled.
“What time is it?” Your groggy voice pulls him out of his thoughts, and his eyes focus again as they meet your tired ones.
You prop yourself up on his chest, and cover your mouth with your hand as you turn away with a yawn.
Steve’s hand leaves your hair, and he runs it down your back instead as he watches you, the smile never fading. No makeup on your skin, your hair in its natural state, his shirt on your frame, and your features marked with tiredness. You’re adorable like this.
You blink the sleep away, and rub your eyes as you take a look at the alarm on his nightstand. It’s 10 am.
“Good morning, Blondie,” Steve whispers.
“Morning, Steve.”
You roll off of him, much to his dismay. You stretch your arms out and try to do the same to your legs when the soreness hits you, and you register the strong ache between your thighs. A pained whimper falls from your lips and you scrunch your eyes shut again.
“Ouch.”
Steve’s eyes flash with concern as he pushes himself up, he eyes your body and watches the way you press your hand against your inner thigh, whimpering at the pain he caused, the night before.
“I’m going to kill you, Harrington.”
Relief is quick to follow in his eyes, he relaxes as a smirk tugs at his lips.
“It’s a good kind of pain, right Blondie?”
When you open your eyes, you meet his gaze with a glare, causing him to chuckle.
“Shut up, I don’t even know if I can stand,” you mumble as you press your palms against the mattress and sit up slowly.
Steve chuckles again, pride swelling inside of him, knowing that he was the cause of it. He gets up and walks around his room in nothing but boxers, opening one of his drawers to grab a shirt.
“I’ll prepare a bath for you to soak in then,” he says, glancing at you, “it’ll relax your muscles a little.”
Your heart skips a beat as your eyes widen.
You sit up further, still holding onto the sheets as you watch him put a shirt on his body.
“You’re preparing a bath for me?”
“Would you prefer a wheelchair?” He laughs, not noticing the stunned look on your face, as you open and close your mouth a few times. “I’ll be right back, Blondie,” he shoots you a smile before he opens the door, letting light seep into the room from the bright hallway, he takes another glance at you over his shoulder before he steps out and makes his way into the bathroom.
You listen to his movements, ears perking up at the sound of water flowing the bathtub, moments later.
He is really drawing you a bath.
He had never done anything like this before, the most you got was a change of clothes, him letting you use his shower and the spare toothbrush he had in his drawer, but never this.
This is him taking care of you and you can’t stop the smile from appearing on your face. Your heart flutters at the normalcy of all of this, despite how abnormal it is.
Surely, this has nothing to do with feelings, but with him wanting to make it up to you for making your body ache – not that you are complaining, last night was one of the best ones that you had shared with each other.
Despite the soreness in your body, you can’t help but feel heat pooling in your lower stomach, awakening the desire for him that always lingers.
You throw the blanket off yourself and scoot closer to the edge of the bed, furrowing your brows, you try not to groan at the pain in your legs when your feet hit the ground.
You have never experienced anything like this before.
You have never struggled to get up the next morning.
Your legs feel like jelly, and you can’t even squeeze your thighs together, but you push through the soreness. Your knees nearly buckle when you take the first step.
“Jesus…” You murmur, shaking your head.
You never spent much time wondering what kind of lover Steve would be, until he started showing signs of interest towards you. It felt wrong to think of him in such ways when he so clearly hated you.
But if you had to guess, you would’ve thought of him as someone sweet and caring, loving and gentle – and you are sure that he is, just not with you. And it’s okay, it really is. You like the way he touches you, you like how he marks you up, how he manhandles you, how rough and intense he can be. You wouldn’t want it any other way.
And yet, you can’t help but feel saddened to know that you will never experience another side of him – to know what it’s like to be loved by him.
You walk into the large bathroom, to find him testing the water with his hand. The scent of vanilla and cinnamon lingers in the air, the bathtub is filled up high, even with bubbles.
You lean against the doorframe and watch him for a moment, a teasing smile appearing on your face, “huh, who would’ve thought that Steve Harrington likes to take bubble baths – scented ones too.”
Steve scoffs at your words in amusement.
He turns around to face you after closing the tap.
“It’s my mom’s stuff, Blondie,” he chuckles as he takes in the sight of you. Letting his eyes roam your body, the marks on your neck, the shirt that belongs to him, the softness of your skin that he wants to feel on his lips again. The urge to take care of you, now growing stronger than ever.
You have stayed over countless times before, just as he did at your house.
But neither of you ever stayed for long enough, you woke up, you got dressed and the most you have provided for each other was a cup of coffee and small talk.
This is something new, a bubble bath – he had never done this for anyone before, despite how much he dreamed of having someone to take care of and spoil.
“C’mere, Blondie,” he murmurs as he walks towards you, reaching his hand out for your own, he pulls you into him and places his other hand on your waist, “I promise, this will make you feel better.”
Your breath hitches in your throat, your heart yet skipping another beat – if only he knew that it’s always aching for him.
He takes your shirt off, exposing your bare body to him. The spot beneath his touch glowing with heat as he now holds your naked waist with both hands.
Steve licks his lips as he looks down at you, his eyes blinking as they flash with something other than lust. There is a softness in them that you haven’t seen directed at you, ever before, and it makes your breathing stutter.
As the morning sun peeks through the blinds, the golden light kissing every inch of your exposed skin, he takes in the sight of how softly your hair lies on your shoulders, how flustered you look beneath his gaze, how puffy your lips are, how the marks on your neck are more than what you think they are.
His hands leave your waist, though they don’t stray away from you just yet. The tips of his fingers graze your skin. Whether the goosebumps are his cause or the coldness of the bathroom, his lips twitch at that. You look at him with wide eyes and parted lips, he is aware of the fluttering in his chest when he locks eyes with you.
You caught him staring, but for some reason it doesn’t make him want to step back or hide.
You are so devastatingly beautiful.
So beautiful that he can’t help but want to keep staring.
He is stuck in a world between the heavens and the earth, a world where it’s only you and him, where nothing else matters but the string that ties him to you, the string that he always wanted to deny, no matter how abnormally strong it was.
And even now, he is still in denial, he still isn’t there, but it’s slowly becoming harder to stay away from you in a much more intimate way.
“Steve,” you whisper, slowly pulling him back on solid ground.
He blinks, his eyelashes kissing his skin as he slowly awakens from his trance like state. The beating of his heart becomes stronger when he notices the softness in your eyes.
“Yes?” He whispers, squeezing your elbow as he feels the urge to shower your body with nothing but kisses, your bare skin looking so delicate to him.
“I-I’m cold.”
“R-Right,” he murmurs, shaking his head.
Steve steps to the side, and his hands leave your body, but he offers his hand out for you as you step closer to the bathtub. You take it, grasping it tightly as you lift your leg, pushing through the soreness, you get inside and let the warmth embrace your aching body. You sink down into the water, sighing in contentment at the comforting feeling. You slowly let go of his hand, and bring it up to your hair.
“Oh wait, you probably don’t want to get it wet again,” Steve mumbles, as he looks around the room, knowing that you left your hair clip here after your shower last night. He finds it on the counter and reaches for it.
“Oh yeah,” you nod, turning your head, you eye the claw clip in his hand and lift your hand up to take it from him, but Steve only shakes his head.
“Let me,” he whispers as he kneels down behind the bathtub, he gathers your hair and runs his fingers through it, making sure to get all of it, his fingertips touch your cheeks as he reaches for the front pieces as well, only for them to fall back in place.
You swallow harshly as your heart nearly leaps to your throat, his actions making the water feel ten times hotter, goosebumps growing on your skin even beneath it.
“Are you hungry?” He asks, his breath hitting your bare shoulder as he puts your hair up and secures it with the clip – effortlessly.
You’re a little caught off guard by… well everything.
“I-I…” You stutter, unable to form a word, let alone a sentence.
“I’ll go make you something,” he announces, squeezing your shoulders as he gets up again. He looks down at you, lips curling into a smile. You’re still sitting with your back straight, your body now hidden beneath the bubbles, the front pieces of your hair hanging loosely in front of your face, framing it perfectly. You are staring at him, eyes filled with surprise and nervousness. The latter emotion matches his own, he had never done these things for anyone before, not even Nancy.
She was his high school sweetheart, they were barely eighteen when they dated. She wasn’t allowed to stay over, and the few times she sneaked out of her house to do so, she went back home early in the mornings so she wouldn’t get caught, but he could count these few times on one hand.
He never prepared baths for her, he never did her hair, he never made her breakfast, he never touched and kissed her the way he did with you.
And despite the nervousness that is deep inside, he can’t help but feel a little giddy too. Heat rushes to his cheeks the longer he stares at you.
“Okay,” you whisper, blushing as you look up at him with a shy smile, “thank you, Steve.”
He nods at you, his own cheeks glowing with color, “you’re welcome, Blondie,” he winks at you, before he forces himself away from you. He turns around and walks out of the bathroom.
You stare at the door he just closed, your mouth ajar, your eyes wide.
Are you truly awake?
When he held you in his car last night, and he treated you so gently, you were already so caught off guard, but this, this is something else, this is something new, and you don’t know what to think of it.
You don’t want to get your hopes up, but you also don’t want to ruin the moment by overthinking, and hurting your own feelings.
So despite the gnawing feeling in your chest, you take a deep breath and close your eyes, you relax your shoulders and lean back, trying to enjoy this moment without your doubts getting in the way.
You breathe in the sweet scent and sink deeper into the hot water, relaxing as best as you can as you let your mind rest. You let the minutes pass, and enjoy only this moment, not letting your negativenss take over.
Your teenage self would jump and scream in joy if she saw you now.
Not only does he somewhat like you now, he also does things only a boyfriend would and should do, and you can’t help but love every second of it, even when the dark sadness tries to cast shadows over the golden lights that take over, every time you let yourself feel what you desire, deep down.
The water feels nice on your skin, and on your sore body, you almost don’t want to get out, but after a while, your tiredness seeps back in, and you begrudgingly push yourself out of the water, you wrap a towel around your body, and dry yourself off. You drain the bathtub and slide open the window to let some fresh air in, the fog from the heat lingering in the room and on the large mirror.
When you step out into the hallway, your mouth waters and you instantly feel the hollowness in your stomach when the smell of waffles reaches you. You haven’t eaten since your late lunch, the day before, and Steve had worn you out. You are starving.
You quickly make your way into his bedroom, surprised to see the bed already made.
He laid out some clothes for you, another one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers. A smile tugs at your lips, you hold the towel tightly against your chest as you make your way over to his bed. You remove the claw clip from your hair, and throw it on the mattress as you reach for his shirt.
It smells nice, clean, like fresh laundry detergent and still like him. Your heart always skips a beat when you wear something that belongs to him. Removing the towel, you put his shirt on and then his boxers, adjusting them a little so they fit you better. You walk over to his mirror, and take a look at yourself, a gasp nearly falling from your lips as you eye the marks on your neck, somehow they have gotten even darker. You will have trouble covering that up.
You fix your hair and smooth it out, before you leave the room and make your way towards the stairs. You truly underestimated the ache in your legs though, the moment you take the first step down, your knee nearly buckles, causing you to hold onto the railing a little tighter.
You don’t know how you make it to the kitchen, but after walking down in slow motion, you step into the large room slowly.
Steve is standing with his back to you, a plate of waffles before him as he pours batter into the waffle maker. He changed into a pair of gray sweatpants.
Your stomach growls at the sight and the smell of your favorite breakfast food.
He turns around when he sees you from his peripheral vision, a chuckle falling from his lips when he notices the pained look on your face.
“I need a break of two days,” you grumble as you make your way over to the kitchen table, “I’m not even going to suck your dick, your hand will suffice.”
Steve chuckles even louder than before, the smugness in his eyes fading away when he takes in the sight of his clothes on your body.
You groan loudly as you take a seat.
“Two days?” He asks, tilting his head at you, “you’re killing me here, Blondie.”
You raise your head and meet his gaze, glaring at him playfully, “my pussy feels like it’s going to fall off, Harrington.”
He looks down, hiding the smirk on his face, “she had a good time.”
You can’t help but snort.
You crane your neck, looking at the plate before him, excitement flashes in your eyes, “I love waffles.”
“I know you do,” he says, smiling. “What do you want with them, berries and syrup?”
You try to hide the blush that creeps up on your face, you try to swallow the feelings that take control of your body.
"Yes, please."
He nods at you, before he points at the coffee pot, “want some?”
“Mhmm. Creamer and two sugars–”
“I know how you like your coffee, Blondie.”
He doesn’t wait for your reaction, he turns his back to you, and he opens the cupboard, taking out the mug he for some reason always chooses for you, he places it on the counter and starts preparing your coffee.
You blink.
Straightening your back, you place your hands on the counter, fiddling with your fingers as you watch him.
He memorized how you like your coffee?
The fluttering in your chest starts driving you crazy, it’s nothing you’re not used to, but his kindness and the gentleness he treats you with this morning takes everything beyond what you had felt before.
A part of you wants to ask him if he hit his head, if he is mistaking you for someone else, or if the sex was so good that he somehow developed more than just lust for you.
But you don’t want to ruin the moment and risk losing this.
If you were a different girl, you could have this every day.
But you’re you, and you only get this now, maybe it’s a one time thing, or maybe it’s something new in your ‘relationship’, and if it is, you will cherish any moment he will give you, for as long as he is willing to have you.
Steve places the mug in front of you, blessing you with a sweet smile before he returns to finish the rest of the waffles as he pours the last of the batter into the maker.
“Thanks,” you mumble, wrapping your hands around the warm mug, you raise it up to your lips and take a sip.
Steve grabs a plate and begins to fill it up with fruit he already washed and prepared. He places the fresh waffles on the plate and grabs the bottle of syrup, he makes his way over to you, and places the plate in front of you.
You put the mug down and raise your head to look at him, “that looks so good,” you smile, pulling the plate closer and reaching for the fork.
Steve smiles back at you, his chest bubbling with something at the excitement in your features.
He places the syrup in front of you, and returns to the counter to fill up his own plate with berries and waffles. He grabs it and reaches for a jar in his cupboard before he makes his way back to you and joins you at the round table.
“That’s all for you, Blondie.” He points at the stacked up waffles he left on the counter.
“All for me?” You chuckle, before you take the first bite, eying the jar of nutella he placed on the table.
“Gotta get the energy back in you,” he smirks, watching your reaction as you start chewing. He licks his lip, smiling when your eyes widen.
“Oh my god, Steve.” You hold your hand in front of your mouth after swallowing the first bite, looking at him in awe.
“That’s how you sounded last night,” he wiggles his eyebrows.
You shake your head as you look into his hazel eyes, smirking at him despite the flustered look on your face, “I think the waffles are better.”
He raises his eyebrows at you, “oh?”
You nod, taking another bite.
He chuckles at you as he grabs the nutella, he opens the lid and picks up his butterknife. Scooping out some of the chocolate, he starts spreading it on his waffle.
“You eat your waffles with nutella?”
“Yeah, it tastes amazing, Blondie.”
“Does it?” You ask, tilting your head as you pop a berry into your mouth, you watch him. His brows furrow in concentration and his tongue pokes out between his lips. His hair is messy, slightly wavy even. He looks so cute like this. “I’ve never tried that before.”
He raises his head, looking at you in surprise, “you haven’t?”
You shake your head, “no, I don’t even remember the last time I had nutella, Eddie ate like the whole jar I had in my kitchen, he used it as a dip for his pretzels,” you chuckle, “and then he ate the rest with a spoon… I don’t know how he didn’t get sick.”
“Eddie could eat straight sugar, and he wouldn’t get sick, don’t know how he’s still healthy,” Steve chuckles as he cuts a piece of his waffle, he places a raspberry on top of it before he picks it up with a fork and surprises you yet again, when he offers you the bite, bringing the fork up to your mouth.
You nearly choke on the berry you just swallowed.
“Try it.”
Blood rushes to your cheeks, and your heart nearly shoots out from its place.
He surely had never done anything like this before.
Ordering food and offering snacks after sex? Sure. Feeding you food from his plate? Never.
He looks at you expectedly, not even noticing just how flustered you are by such a small and simple action.
You blink, shaking off the nervousness that still lingers deep, you part your lips and lean closer to take the bite, you still look at his eyes and watch how he stares at your lips.
The sweetness of the waffle, the chocolate and the freshness of the berry, burst in your mouth, creating the perfect combination. Your eyes widen, and you sit back as you hold your hand in front of your mouth after releasing the fork from your lips. You moan at the taste and take your time savoring the flavors.
Steve’s lips curl into a smile, his soft eyes stare at you as he brings the fork back to his place, taking a bite of his food as well, he keeps his eyes locked on you, enjoying your presence more than ever, this morning.
Steve always eats his breakfast by himself, it has always been that way.
The few times his parents were home, they didn’t even bother to have family breakfasts, or dinner’s for that matter.
They would go out to have dinner at Enzo’s, and would leave a few dollar bills for him, so he could order takeout – as though he didn’t learn to cook for himself as a teenage boy, but his parents never knew that, and they still don’t. He hadn’t seen them in a while, and the last phone call must’ve been months back.
But he likes this, he likes having you around, he likes sitting at the kitchen table with you, like it’s the most normal thing for the both of you.
“Not to feed your ego, but these waffles are better than the ones at the diner… or even the ones my sister makes.”
He smiles at you, “really?”
“Mhmm,” you nod as you take a sip of your coffee.
“I uh, I tried a few different recipes, took me some time to find the perfect one,” he says, his smile now turning into a shy one, “one time, El showed up, she was all upset about something Mike said or did, poor girl was crying her eyes out. I was confused why she came here out of all places and I honestly didn’t know how to comfort a heartbroken teenage girl, but uh, all it took was some waffles to cheer her up,” he chuckles, scratching the back of his neck.
Your eyes soften, and your heart nearly bursts.
The teens have found a brother in him, and he takes care of them without hesitating to.
He is there for them when they need him, and despite the annoyance he feigns sometimes, he cares so much about them and would do anything to protect them from any kind of harm.
“That’s so sweet,” you whisper, smiling softly.
Steve blushes at your words, his own lips pulling into a soft smile.
“You’re such a mom,” you tease him, nudging your foot against his under the table.
“Last time I checked, I didn’t have a vagina. I think you know that fact pretty well.”
You giggle, and look down at your plate again, picking up the fork, you continue to eat your waffle, unaware of the softness in his eyes.
Steve’s lip twitches, he tries not to look at you for too long, but it gets difficult to keep his eyes off of you, because something in his chest, something in the very sacred spot he had been trying to keep safe opens just the slightest bit, light and warmth seeps into it, filling it with life again, making it move in a pace he had grown unfamiliar to.
The sun shines brightly into the window, light rays hit your skin perfectly, making your skin glow and your hair shine, the color in your eyes shining even brighter.
You sit across from him comfortably, eating the breakfast he made for you, happily. You look content, you look happy to be here, you look like you belong here, with him.
This feels comforting, this feels normal.
But it isn’t, this isn’t normal, and he can’t help but feel disappointed by the truth.
He looks down with a soft sigh, and continues eating too, trying to keep the negative thoughts and emotions at bay, not wanting anything to ruin the moment.
Steve keeps stealing glances at you, not noticing that you are doing the same, not feeling your eyes that always linger.
When you’re both done eating, you push yourself up from the chair, ignoring his confused looks, you gather the empty dishes and stack them up.
“Whoa, no no, put that down,” Steve shakes his head at you, he gets up as well, the chair scraping against the hardwood floor, “you’re my guest, you don’t have to clean.”
“Pfft.” You wave him off, carrying the plates over to the sink, you push through the soreness in your legs, “I want to help.”
Steve sighs behind you, “I can do it myself, you should rest your legs.”
“I’m fine, Steve.”
Steve rolls his eyes, putting his hands on his hips as he watches you.
You get the sponge and dish soap, and Steve nearly starts laughing when you tilt your head away and handle the lever carefully, opening the water slowly, clearly not wanting a repeat of the last time you washed the dishes here.
“I fixed the lever, don’t worry,” he chuckles.
“If you’re lying to me and I’m about to get wet again, I’m gonna fight you.”
Steve laughs, crossing his arms over his chest, “I got different methods of getting you wet now.”
You look back at him over your shoulder, giving him a glare.
He continues laughing, tearing his eyes away from you, he starts cleaning up the table, a smile lingering on his lips.
Comfortable silence hangs over the room, as you both move around the kitchen and clean up together.
You savor every moment with him, not knowing that he is doing the same now too.
“I owe you breakfast,” you speak up, after a while.
Steve wipes down the counter, glancing at you with raised brows, “I won’t say no to that, but you don’t owe me anything, I wanted to do this.”
You press your lips together, leaning against the counter behind you, “yeah, but still.”
He shakes his head with a smile, “nah, let me impress you with all my cooking skills first,” he smirks, making his way over to you, he throws the dish towel over his shoulder, “I can blow your mind with more than just sex.”
You furrow your brows, laughing at his words.
“Oh?” You tilt your head, “and where’d you learn how to cook?”
“My grandpa taught me some Italian dishes when he was still alive. And uh, my parents were never home and I got sick of eating pizza and burgers all the time, so I got myself a cookbook and uh, turns out I’m a pretty decent cook,” he chuckles, shrugging, “it’s the italian in me,” he jokes.
Your eyes widen and you stand up straighter as you walk towards him.
“You’re italian?”
He chuckles at the surprised look on your face.
“My dad’s side of the family is,” he explains.
“Huh, that’s where the charm comes from,” you joke, “can you speak Italian?”
“I’m sorry to disappoint, but the only thing Italian about me are my relatives,” he laughs.
“And your cooking skills,” you point out.
“And my cooking skills,” he smiles, nodding. “I’m gonna knock you off your feet, the next time you stay over, I’ll cook you the best pasta you ever had.”
Excitement bubbles in your stomach and your eyes light up. You can’t even push away the feelings inside of you.
“I’d like that,” you smile.
Steve’s eyes light up, his own smile growing.
“Yeah?”
You nod, swallowing the nervousness inside of you. You know that you shouldn’t get too close, that there are things that you shouldn’t do with him, knowing how it’ll end for you, but you can’t help it, you’re drawn to him, in every way and form.
“Cool, I can finally cook for someone other than the teens then,” he chuckles, as he steps closer to you, his hands now inching closer to yours on the counter.
“What about your parents? Do you cook for them when they’re home?”
Steve scoffs, and he rolls his eyes at the mention of them.
“No, even when they’re home, they aren’t really… home. That one time I tried to cook dinner for them, they ended up leaving on me, gave me some weak apology and told me that they had made plans with friends already.”
Your smile falls at his words. Your eyes soften and the aching in your chest returns, not for yourself this time, but for him.
You can’t imagine what it’s like to have parents that couldn’t care less about you. You don’t have yours anymore either, but only because they were taken from you, they always gave you love, they always cared for you. Steve’s parents are alive, and they want nothing to do with him, they don’t even know half of the things he’s been through.
“I haven’t seen them in a while, it’s nothing new, really. And things are different now, for me at least. But, I felt really alone in this house as a teen,” he explains, looking down. “Sometimes… they were gone for so long, that I even forgot what their voices sound like.”
You look into his eyes, into the sadness that lingers deep in his eyes.
“I’m sorry, Steve,” you whisper, wanting nothing more than to hug him, to hold him, to show him that there is someone who he means everything to. Your own sadness casts a shadow over you, but also the anger that you feel for the people who hurt him, that left him. How could they? How could they leave and abandon him? How could they not love him, when he is so easy to love?
You would give him everything if you could.
He scrunches his brows together, forcing a smile onto his lips as he shakes his head at you, “it’s okay,” he murmurs. “I-I accepted that they don’t care about me. I just uh, my dad’s words still hurt sometimes but uh, I’m pretty good at handling my emotions around him now,” he admits, feeling the weight on his shoulders falling off when he says these words out loud, “he’s good at making me feel like I’m nothing though,” he chuckles even though there is nothing amusing about that.
Your blood boils in your veins, your heart no longer beats softly in your chest. You feel the anger rushing through you, as you stare at the man in front of you, a man who was once a boy, left behind to fend for himself, left behind in this huge house that provided no comfort when he needed it, no love, no warmth, no one to hug him and tell him just how loved he is, how strong and brave he is for going through darkness.
He stepped into an empty house after fighting against evil.
He stepped into an empty house after getting his heart broken.
He had no one to come home to.
He had no one to greet him with open arms and a warm meal, a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen.
And when they were there for once, he probably thought that walking into an empty house would’ve been better.
He is surprised to see the anger in your eyes, the downturned lips and the frown on your pretty face.
“It’s not okay,” you shake your head stubbornly, “they shouldn’t have left you, and they shouldn’t have treated you like that, they– they don’t deserve you,” you mumble and tilt your head down to hide the truth in your face, too scared that he will see right through you in this moment of weakness. “Your dad doesn’t deserve you, none of the people who hurt you do.”
Steve’s hazel eyes soften, his lips part, but no words come out.
He knows that your words are mainly about his family, but also about someone else who hurt him deeply, who left a huge wound in his heart, a mark that hasn’t faded yet.
There is a sense of vulnerability behind your voice, something that he only heard once, when you opened up to him, that one night. He watches the way you hide your face by keeping your eyes on the ground, but even then, he can see just how angry you are, and it makes him furrow his brows in confusion.
Why would you be so upset by him getting hurt?
Why would you care so much when you’re nothing but friends now?
“You’re–” you pause, as a shaky breath falls from your lips, and you slowly look up at him, staring into his soft eyes. You feel nervous to even utter the words that are about to come out of your mouth, but this doesn’t have to give away anything, this is you being a caring friend. “You’re too good for them, Steve, and you deserve so much better than what you’ve been given.”
His breath hitches in his throat, his eyes begin to burn as he takes in your words, he blinks and swallows harshly, trying to keep his calmness, when your eyes meet his again and he sees nothing but the truth in them. You weren’t just saying this to make him feel better, you weren’t trying to give him false comfort.
Now he is the one to hide his face from you, not wanting to show just how much you have touched his feelings. Your words cast a light over the deep lingering pain in his chest, he knows it won’t stay there forever, the light, but it’s enough to make his walls crumble.
In this very moment, Steve’s feelings go beyond desire, and he feels a longing of a different kind, one that he had never felt before, and it scares him, because it’s you, it’s still you. And yet, he can’t help but want to let himself fall into your arms, feeling like it could be a place of comfort and more.
And he wants to, he really wants to, but he can’t.
This isn’t a part of the deal.
He can’t hold you, he can’t find comfort in your arms, this isn’t what it’s supposed to be.
So, despite the longing in his chest, the deep feeling in him, the want and need to do something, he blinks out of his stupor, shaking away all the thoughts and feelings, he pulls his hand away from yours that he almost touched, he looks at you again, and gives you a small smile.
“Thank you, Blondie,” he whispers, “I appreciate that.”
I appreciate you.
“Don’t need to thank me, Steve,” you whisper.
You look over his shoulder, the clock on his wall almost startling you when you read the time.
“Oh wow, I uh, I should go home,” you mumble, not wanting to leave, but not wanting to stay longer and risking losing your dignity by revealing more than just your anger for the people who harmed his feelings.
You don’t notice the way his shoulders slump, the way he almost looks sad at your words.
“Yeah uh, I’ll drive you.”
“It’s fine, I can walk–”
He snorts and tilts his head at you, eyes flashing with amusement again, “can you?”
A laugh falls from your lips, you step away from him, rolling your eyes as you shake your head.
“Come on,” he places his hand on your shoulder, and he leads you out into the hallway.
“Are you still hosting movie night?”
“Uh huh. So, I guess you’re staying another night here,” he winks at you, squeezing your arm.
“I told you, I need some time to recover.”
“We don’t have to fuck, Blondie. You can let me eat your pussy though, it’ll help her recover.”
You scrunch your face up at his words, slapping his chest, you take a step away from him, “I never thought that you’d be such a perv.”
He chuckles behind you.
You look around his hallway, tucking your hair behind your ears, you furrow your brows, “wait, I don’t have shoes.”
“Yeah, we left them in the car last night,” Steve mumbles as he puts on his Nike's, “don’t think they’d suit that outfit very well anyways,” he laughs, pointing at his clothes on your body.
You pout as you turn around to face him, looking down at yourself, “wow, this is the real walk of shame.”
Steve’s eyes crinkle as he laughs again. He picks up his keys, and walks towards you, turning his back to you, he bends down, “hop on, princess.”
You purse your lips and stare at him with widened eyes.
The nickname might’ve been a mocking one, and yet it did everything to make your cheeks heat up and your stomach to make summersaults.
“Well, come on,” Steve waves his hand at you, motioning for you to get on his back.
You swallow and step closer, you slowly bring your hands up to his shoulders, sliding your palms down his chest, you make a little jump and bite back the groan that threatens to fall from your lips, the soreness in your legs seemingly getting worse and worse.
Steve grabs your thighs and rises back to full height, his lips curl into a smile when you wrap your legs around his waist.
“Good?” He asks, squeezing your thigh.
“Mhmm.”
“Good,” he nods.
He opens the door, and steps out, keeping his left hand on your thigh, he reaches his right hand out to shut the door.
“I got it,” you mumble, reaching for the doorknob, you close it as you keep your hold on him.
The summer breeze feels welcoming on your skin, the smell of flowers and grass lingers in the air. You look up and find no cloud in the sky, only the blue and bright sun.
Goosebumps arise on his skin where your breath hits his neck, his stomach fluttering when you tighten your legs around him.
He almost doesn’t want to let you go, but the journey to his car is a short one. He walks over to the drivers side first, unlocking it with his key before he makes his way over to the passenger side, he opens the door for you.
“Can’t remember the last time I gave someone a piggyback ride,” he chuckles, “probably when I was twelve, my little cousin would beg me for them.”
You giggle, squeezing his shoulder as he kneels down and steps closer to his car, so your feet won’t have to touch the rough ground.
“Well, I’m glad to be the first after so long,” you chuckle, you let go of him and place your hand on the head rest.
“Careful with your head,” Steve says with a soft voice as he puts you down.
You pull your legs back and scoot back, placing your feet down into the car.
“Okay, I’m good, thank you.”
Steve turns to face you, “ready to go?”
You nod.
“Alright, Blondie,” he gives you a tight lipped smile and taps the roof of his car before he closes the door.
You reach for the seatbelt, buckling it in as you take a deep breath, though instead of exhaling again, you freeze and your eyes widen. The smell of sex still lingers deeply in the car.
Blood rushes to your cheeks, the anger you felt in the kitchen only moments ago, now fading and transforming into embarrassment as you grow flustered.
You turn around and take a look at the backseats, the mess that you both left behind, only making you blush even deeper.
Steve gets into the driver's seat, jingling with the keys, he puts them into the ignition and fastens his seatbelt, before he glances at you.
You play with your fingers, coughing awkwardly as you look at anything but him. You are blushing.
It doesn’t take him long to realize why you are so flustered, and he can’t help but smirk at you. He grabs the steering wheel, and leans closer to you.
“Getting shy on me now?”
With narrowed eyes, you turn towards him as you cross your arms over your chest.
“Couldn’t you have taken five minutes to clean up a bit?”
His smirk only widens, eyes flashing with pride.
“You needed a shower and a bed, priorities Blondie,” he shrugs.
“Uh huh…” You turn around again, daring to take another glance at the mess, “also, my thong should be somewhere around here… You literally dragged me inside, full commando.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll find your thong,” he chuckles, starting the car, he rolls down the window.
“You better, Lego Head.”
You relax into the seat, and turn your head away from him, looking out the window, you appreciate the warm feeling of the sun on your skin, and the sound of music filling the space between you.
Hungry like the wolf starts playing, and you almost want to chuckle at the irony – the song resembles the part of Steve you met last night.
“Always some Duran Duran song in your car.”
Steve nods, placing his hand on the back of your headrest, he looks over his shoulder as he backs out of his driveway. He glances at you with a grin, “yep, they’re great.”
He gives you a wink as he turns up the volume, he grabs the gearstick, and starts driving down the road, puckering his lips slightly as he starts headbanging along to the music, not bothering to move the hair out of his face when it falls in front of his eyes.
You can’t help but giggle when he starts singing along to the music.
Your heart flutters wildly, and you bite down on your lip as you watch him.
You realize something in this moment – his guard is down, right here, right now, he lets you have a glimpse of what he is like, when he’s relaxed, when he’s not hiding himself away from the world, when he isn’t too ashamed to show this side of him. He is willing to show a part of himself to you – someone he couldn’t even bare to be around, only months back.
And you cherish this moment, smiling brightly at the person you adore with all your heart.
You know that you will remember this, you just hope that it won’t be a painful memory.
You don’t want to get out of the car when he parks it in front of your house, you would love to keep driving around town with him, even without talking, you just want to be near him, you want to be with him, any moment he gives you with him.
But you have to go, and knowing that you will see him again later, brings you peace.
You see the way he looks at your lips when you say goodbye, you see the way his eyes flash with something your mind cannot comprehend yet, you see the way he lifts his hand up before he hesitates and wraps it around the steering wheel again. You see it all, and yet, you are still so blind about it.
He offers you another piggyback ride to your house, but you decline with a smile and give him one last goodbye before you get out of his car, and your bare feet touch the cobblestone. You bite back the groan, ignoring the pain in your legs, you shut the door and start walking, not feeling, not seeing his amused eyes as they follow your limping legs.
You make your way up to your porch, and unlock the door. You step inside and turn around.
Steve’s car is still parked in your driveway, his left arm hanging out of the window, he lifts his hand up, waving at you.
A smile tugs at your lips, he waited for you to get inside. You lift your hand up as well, waving back.
The moment he starts backing out of your driveway, you close the door and lean your back against it, not noticing the breath you are holding.
You press your palm against your racing heart, and let all your emotions run through you, as your mind races with thoughts about everything that happened this morning and the night before.
You’re caught in a storm of your own feelings, you don’t even know what to feel, at this very moment.
There are so many things to process.
Steve’s jealousy and how he reacted to Jacob.
The possessiveness he had felt over you, and how eager he was to prove to you that he is the only one that you need.
The gentleness that followed after, that followed into this morning, even.
He trusted you enough to talk about his parents, to open up about his loneliness and the sadness that still lingers.
You bury your face in your hands, and let out a loud sigh as you feel sadness and anger combining themselves inside of you.
You throw your head back against the door, and you take another deep breath.
You need to rest, not only your mind, but also your aching body, so you push yourself away from the door, and take a look at the stairs, frowning at the many steps you would have to take to get to your bedroom.
You choose the closer room, and make your way into the living room instead.
The big couch looks welcoming, the comforting pillows luring you in for a nap. You glance at the clock on the wall, it’s only 3pm, you still have time before you need to start getting ready.
Grabbing the remote, you turn on the TV, and plop down on the couch, sinking into the pillows and hoping for your mind to give you some rest, at least until you see him again.
You put on some show to watch, but your eyes don’t stay focused for long, sleep begins to lull you in, putting both your mind and body at rest as your eyes slowly close.
-
You end up running late, because of your stupid decision not to set an alarm – and because you may or may not have used your sweet time getting ready, always wanting to look perfect for him, always wanting to smell good and your skin to be smooth.
You also needed some time to figure out how to cover the marks up on your neck, which turned out to be a challenge. Foundation and concealer lies on your skin now, and yet you can still see through it.
Steve greets you with a smug smile and a wink, he eyes you up and down hungrily before he lets you in, not even questioning why you’re an hour late, the tiredness in your eyes is a dead giveaway.
The smell of smoke lingers in his house, the door to his backyard is wide open, and you find Eddie standing behind Steve’s grill, talking to Jonathan and Nancy.
You hear Robin’s and Argyle’s voices coming from the kitchen, but the sight of the teens is missing.
“What happened to movie night?” You ask, and turn to face him, “and where are the teens?”
“They canceled on us,” Steve chuckles, looking around the empty hallway, before he steps closer to you, “some movie came out that they really wanted to see.”
“Oh–”
Steve wraps his arm around your waist, surprising you by pulling you into his chest, he slides his palm down your lower back.
Your eyes widen a little as you look into his, the smell of his cologne lingering on him and his clothes, his hair is perfectly styled again – perfect to be ruined by your hands.
“Steve,” you whisper as your cheeks heat up.
“Are you feeling okay, Blondie?” He asks, hand coming to a rest over the pockets on your jean shorts.
No, no you don’t feel okay when he does things like this.
“Mhmm,” you nod.
The look in his eyes is a smug one, his lips are curled into a satisfied smirk when he takes a look at your neck – his touches and glances are already setting your skin on fire, and you have only arrived.
His hand leaves your body, and he steps away from you when the sound of footsteps near the hallway.
You clear your throat, and turn your face away from him, just as Robin comes out of the kitchen, plates and glasses. Her eyes light up at the sight of you.
“Oh, hey!” She grins at you, “are you feeling better today?”
You nod, feeling bad about lying to your friends – but when have you ever been honest?
“Much better.”
“Good, I’m glad,” she nods, “we decided to do a barbecue instead of movie night, so I hope you’re hungry.”
“Very, I haven’t eaten since breakfast.”
Steve smiles beside you – something that Robin doesn’t notice, despite the very deep curiosity that still lingers inside of her when it comes to Steve’s secret.
“Come on, we set everything up already,” Steve says with a soft voice as he gestures to the backyard.
“Yeah, Argyle is attempting to make cocktails.”
You give them both an apologetic smile, “I’m sorry I didn’t help, I passed out on the couch earlier and forgot to set an alarm.”
“Nah, it’s fine, Blondie. You needed your rest,” Steve mumbles, giving you a sly smirk that he hides from his best friend.
“Yeah, and we had enough hands to help out!” Robin smiles, “it was spontaneous anyways!”
She is so unaware of the meaning behind Steve’s words, and you are glad that she is.
“I’ll make sure to make it up with some dessert next time,” you chuckle.
You all step out into his backyard, the evening sun is hidden behind all the trees surrounding his backyard. The round table is almost fully set up with food, the mouth watering smell of barbecue makes your stomach growl.
Robin places the drinks on the table.
Steve taps your shoulder, and he leans closer to you, “take a seat, your legs are still shaky,” he teases, giving you a wink before he steps away from you, “I’m gonna get the drinks, I’ll be right back.”
You breathe in shakily.
You already know that Steve will tease the life out of you tonight.
And you don’t know if you have the strength to tease him back at all.
“Oh hello there, sweetheart.” Eddie grins at you, making his way over as he carries the tray of grilled meat, he walks past you and places it on the table, before he turns back to you.
“Hey, Eddie,” you smile as you eye his hair, he put it up today.
“How are you?” He asks, tilting his head.
You don’t know what it is, but something about his smile and the look on his face, is almost a little unsettling.
“I’m uh… I’m good, how are you?”
“Mhmm, I’m good too. You know, I was kinda worried about you, last night. You just disappeared.”
Guilt settles into the pit of your stomach, and you break eye contact, hating that you have to lie to your best friend just to keep him.
“Yeah uh, I’m sorry,” you mumble, scrunching your nose, “I-I was feeling sick, Steve drove me home.”
Eddie raises his eyebrows, “ah Steve, huh?”
You swallow, the nervousness inside of you growing.
“Yeah,” you nod, and look back at him.
A knowing look resides in his dark eyes, he squints them a little, like he always does when he tries to look into your mind.
And there is something else, something that makes you feel exposed and vulnerable, you don’t know what it is, but it does nothing to ease the nervousness inside of you.
Maybe you’re looking too deeply into something that isn’t even there.
Maybe you just try to focus on something other than your troubled feelings.
Or maybe, you’re just overthinking because you are so scared of getting caught, knowing that things will end, the moment everything is out in the open.
But, Eddie eases your mind a little, when the playfulness returns in his eyes, “I just don’t want Steve to steal my best friend.”
You nearly breathe out a sigh of relief, you laugh and shake your head, “don’t worry, Lego head’s got nothing on you.”
“Exactly, we’re best friends forever,” he grins, throwing his arm around you, “we should get matching bracelets.”
You snort.
“So everyone knows that I got the coolest best friend.”
“Sure, Eddie,” you chuckle, patting his back as he leads you to the table, and you both join Robin, taking the seats beside her.
She’s holding a bottle of ketchup, a concentrated look resting in her eyes as she reads through the ingredient list.
“Wow, do you guys wanna know what’s in this?” She asks, looking between you and Eddie.
He furrows his brows, and scratches the back of his neck, “uh, not really,” he mumbles, giving her a weird look, before he glances at you, causing you to chuckle again.
Nancy and Jonathan greet you, she gives you a kind smile, while Jonathan gives you a lazy one and a very slurred ‘hello’.
Your eyes follow Steve’s, once he and Argyle step out of the house, and join you all at the table.
Steve takes the seat next to Eddie, and you can’t help but turn your head to look at him, though your eyes get stuck on something else – the bright pink scrunchie that holds Eddie’s curls together. It looks like one of yours, one that has gone missing, only days after you bought it on your first shopping trip with Nancy.
She has the same one, only a different color, but hers is in her hair, and yours is… in Eddie’s hair.
“You stole my scrunchie!” You gasp, frowning at Eddie, who’s in the middle of filling his plate with food.
He glances at you with an amused look in his eyes.
“Oops,” he shrugs, grinning.
“You thief!”
“Well, you have my bandana! I get to have something of yours!”
“My pink polka dot scrunchie? That’s what you chose!?”
He chuckles and nods, “yes, and it gives an edge to my outfit, don’t you think?”
Your lips curl into a smile, you roll your eyes at your best friend.
“Uh oh, first fight between the best friends!” Argyle jokes, “gotta bring out the palmtree delight, my friends!” He picks out a joint from his pocket.
Steve laughs at Argyle, and at your interaction with Eddie. He leans back to look at the pink scrunchie in his hair, furrowing his brows, he shrugs at him, “I think it suits you.”
“Thanks Harrington, I’m glad that one of my friends thinks so.”
Robin clears her throat, tilting her head at him, “Eddie, it’s– it’s pink and well–”
Eddie presses his palm against his chest, glancing at her with offense on his face, “are you telling me that I can’t wear pink, Buckley?” He gasps, closing his eyes, “that is absolute discrimination.”
You laugh at his dramatic words, you lean closer to him and place your hand on his shoulder, “it’s okay, Eddie. You can keep it.”
He drops his act, and opens his eyes again, giving you a smile, “well thanks, sweetheart, I promise, I won’t leave it laying around somewhere.” He winks at you, and glances at Steve, for a very brief moment.
The night goes on, the way it normally does, you fall into conversations, you eat and drink, you laugh and share stories.
The longing feeling in your chest always stays, and your eyes keep moving back to him, it isn’t anything you aren’t used to, and sometimes it’s even a pleasant feeling when you find him looking back at you.
But you also cherish these moments, spending time with people you can now call friends. A circle you never thought, would even be possible for you to have.
The Upside Down is now in the past, the events from the horrific night, now long gone – and yet, you all still stick to the weekly group hangouts.
It has become something very important to all of you – this friend group has become something so special. And you love it, but it scares you, it scares you so very deeply, because of the someone that holds your heart in the palm of his hand.
You know that you will lose them, that you will lose this, that you won’t have this group of friends forever, no matter how much you would like it to stay a part of your life.
The moment this thing between you and Steve will be over, you won’t only lose him, you will also lose them, and that realization feels like a punch to your gut.
You have no family, you’ve been alone for years now, and it has been the worst years of your life, you were lonely and hurting deep inside, but the past few weeks, have been one of the best ones, you have never felt more alive, more happy, despite the sadness that always looms over your heart.
But the happiness isn’t here to stay, it’s only temporary, it’s only here for the moment, it’s only here for as long as he is willing to keep you.
The moment he closes the door, you will be left a worse mess than ever before.
-
Eddie watches you.
Eddie watches as you move around Steve’s kitchen as though it’s your own, cleaning plates and putting them away, while Steve is wiping down the table outside.
Everyone has left, everyone except for you and him.
He is sipping on his coke, his eyes not straying away from you as he watches curiously.
Steve walks back inside, he shuts the sliding door and turns off the lights in the backyard, before he joins you both in the kitchen. He glances at him as he brushes past him, carrying the last two glasses, he places his hand on your shoulder as he puts them into the skin.
“Eddie, you uh, you don’t have to stay back and clean,” Steve mumbles, turning back to him.
Eddie chuckles.
“Clean? Just want to stay a bit longer with my friends,” he shrugs, looking back at you, “with my best friend in particular.”
He sees the way you freeze, the way you slowly turn back to him with a frown on your face.
“What?”
He puts down his drink, and gets up from the barstool.
Without a single word, he motions for you both to follow him, unable to keep things to himself any longer.
You both hesitate, but follow him, after a moment, giving each other confused looks when he leads you upstairs and into Steve’s bedroom.
He stops in the middle of the dark room, Steve switches the light on, and he shakes his head at the metalhead, pure confusion takes over his face when Eddie smiles smugly at the both of you.
“See… I lied a little bit before,” he starts, taking a deep breath, “I didn’t steal your scrunchie.”
Eddie almost wants to laugh at the comical frown on your face, and how you throw your hand up to point at his hair, while Steve looks at you.
“What the fuck do you mean!? It’s in your hair, Eddie!”
He nods, scoffing slightly as he starts to take it out, letting his hair fall loose around his face, “well you see, I didn’t steal it, rather, I found it. Right–” He pauses as he walks over further into Steve’s room, turning away from the both of you, he slams the scrunchie on the dresser and turns back, the smile now missing, “--Here.”
You freeze, completely.
You don’t even feel the fear rushing through you, or the shock that grips at your body, you stare at Eddie dumbfounded.
The feelings inside of you earlier, weren’t for nothing, after all.
He knows.
He knows everything.
He found out about you both, he found out because you weren’t careful, because you were dumb, because you made a stupid mistake.
Steve blinks.
Blood rushes to his cheeks and raises his hands up at Eddie, shaking his head, “okay listen, this isn’t–”
Eddie raises his eyebrows at him, and somehow that’s enough to make Steve shut up – for a second.
Steve huffs, lowering his hands to his hips, he takes a deep breath.
“We are not – look, this is just coincidence.”
“Right!” Eddie spits in a rough voice, nearly yelling as he glares at the both of you, “like the coincidence of you two not being able to hang out at the same time on some nights where we are all together? Coincidence of you–” he points an angry finger at you, “having hickeys all over you, and you–” he moves his attention on Steve, “having scratches on your fucking arms and back!”
He shakes his head again, and glances at you, “coincidence like last night, when I thought that you left with Jacob only to find out that you left with Steve – oh, oh! And not because you were feeling sick! You two have been screwing around and coming up with the shittiest dumbest lies, I mean Heidi and Chandler, are you fucking serious?”
You look down, hiding your face from your best friend.
You feel ashamed for lying to him.
You feel scared to lose him now.
Steve is quiet beside you, looking like a deer caught in headlights as he stares at Eddie.
“You are both so goddamn obvious, I can’t believe I didn’t figure this shit out before!” He laughs in disbelief. “You always look like you’re ready to jump each other’s bones – jesus christ.”
“Dude,” Steve sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “it’s just, we uh, we wanted to keep this a secret but uh… guess we should’ve been more careful.”
Eddie throws his arms up, looking between you bewildered, “uh huh, so you went from hating each other to being lovesick, horny idiots?” He snort, not quite believing what he’s seeing, what he’s hearing, “so, are you two gonna keep lying, or finally admit to me that you are dating?”
Your eyes widen, and your head snaps up, your lips parting in surprise.
“Dating?” Steve scoffs, chuckling a little as he crosses his arms over his chest. “Fuck no, it’s just sex.”
Eddie opens his mouth again, but his words get caught in his throat when he glances at you, and sees the look on your face, the pained frown, the sadness in your eyes and the way the tension in your shoulders falls. You lower your head, and stare blankly at the floor, not saying a single word.
He had seen you like this before.
He had seen this sadness before – that night when Steve had lost his temper, and he hit you with harsh words.
I would be surprised if anyone ever loved you at all.
Oh.
Eddie sucks in a sharp breath, the realization that floods through him, isn’t easy on him when he sees just how hurt you are by Steve’s words.
There is only one lovesick person in this room, and it isn’t Steve.
He nearly wants to growl at him, slam him against the wall and tell him to stay away from you.
“Look, we’re just having fun, and we didn’t want this to get in the way of things… so… it’s just between Blondie and I,” Steve shrugs, unaware of the anger that boils inside of the man before him. “We’re causing no harm.”
Right, no harm at all.
It’s only your heart that he’s breaking.
Eddie doesn’t even need the confirmation, he can read you like an open book.
“Right?” Steve nudges your shoulder.
You nod, “right.”
“So uh… I think it should stay between us,” Steve points between you and himself, not seeing the look on your face, not seeing the look on Eddie’s face. “And uh, it’d be nice if you kept this to yourself.”
“Uh huh,” Eddie nods, clenching his jaw.
He can tell that you don’t want to be here anymore, that you’re getting restless as you begin to bounce your knee and to blink quickly.
You want to go, and Eddie does too – or else he will do something that he will come to regret.
“Yeah well, you keep doing your thing then,” Eddie mumbles, unable to look at him for longer than a second, before the anger worsens, “I don’t know how I feel about this, but uh, it’s none of my business. Just please stop lying to me.”
Steve runs his fingers through his hair, sighing, “yeah, sure.”
“I should go now,” Eddie mumbles, and he glances at you again, pointing his finger at your face, “and you’re coming with me.”
He gives you a stern look, one that stops Steve from asking any questions, from asking you to stay.
Eddie doesn’t want to leave you with the guy, that is clearly hurting you. He might not know it, but Eddie isn’t blind, and he knows that you staying here won't end well tonight, because the pain in your features is way too visible, and he can tell that you don’t want Steve to see, by the way you're hiding your face from him.
Eddie blinks, not realizing that he is still glaring at Steve, his protectiveness growing stronger in him.
“Alright, let’s go,” he mumbles.
“Yeah,” you sigh, turning around, you keep your head low, “bye Steve.”
He watches you both closely, the way you quickly make your way out of his room and into the hallway, hurrying down the stairs like you’re running away from something – like you’re running away from him.
And Steve, he opens his mouth as his eyes follow you, but he shuts it again, his throat bobs as he swallows. His shoulders fall and a sigh falls from his lips.
Eddie steps closer to him, and Steve turns to face him, he raises his brows at the warning look in Eddie’s deep brown eyes.
“I’m going to kick your ass if you hurt her, Harrington.”
Steve has never been afraid of Eddie – well, maybe those two times when he slammed him against the wall.
“It’s just sex, Munson,” he says, with an unsure tone in his voice, and a bitter taste on his tongue, that he swallows harshly. “Nothing more.”
If Eddie wasn’t so focused on your feelings and on the anger in him, he would’ve seen something other than lies in Steve’s eyes.
“Mhmm, right.” Eddie nods, and steps away from him. “Well, good night.”
He wants to stay longer, to interrogate him further and find out more, but talking to you is more important to him now, so he follows you, hoping that you didn’t make a quick escape already.
But he finds you in the driveway, with your arms crossed over your chest, you lean against your car as you wait for him.
Eddie approaches you slowly, not needing to make up his mind about what question to ask first – it already lies on the tip of his tongue.
You drum your fingers against your elbow, your knee still bounces, your chest heaves up and down heavily.
No words are spoken when he finally halts in front of you, the only sound between you both is your breathing, the wind rustling in the trees and the crickets.
You look at Eddie through your lashes, nervous to even say a single word.
He pities you in this very moment, because he knows how you feel.
“When were you going to tell me?”
“What?” You ask in a small voice.
“When were you going to tell me that you’re in love with Steve?”
You draw back, and your eyes widen.
You knew that he would confront you, but you didn’t expect him to confront you like this.
Your heart drops to your stomach, as the lump in your throat grows.
“I-I…” You stutter, shaking your head at him as you search for words in your mind, for lies to feed him, so your heart can rest, but your mind is empty, the lies are gone, and all you can do is panic as your eyes start burning, “I don’t… I’m not…” You can’t even utter those words, you can’t even lie to save yourself, you can’t even say that you aren’t in love with him, because saying that, would hurt more than this reality.
And yet, you still want to deny, but all you can do is shake your head.
Eddie’s eyes soften, he sighs when he sees just how much pain there is in your glassy eyes.
Eddie knows that there is more, much more.
These feelings aren’t newfound, these feelings are so very deep, these feelings are years old.
He licks his lips, and takes a deep breath.
“That’s why you jumped into the lake with no doubt, that’s why you grabbed him at the hospital, that’s who you got all dressed up for at Hopper’s and Joyce’s party,” he pauses as his face saddens, “that’s why you looked like the world fucking collided when he said it’s just sex.”
A tear falls from your eyes, and slips down your cheek.
Your bottom lip begins to quiver in fear, knowing that this very fragile thing between you and Steve, is now even more frail than before.
You’re a little shocked by how perceptive Eddie is of you, just how Billy was.
He takes a step closer to you, bringing his hand up to your shoulder, hoping to bring you comfort.
“Eddie,” you whisper with a trembling voice as you look into his eyes through your blurred vision, “p-please don’t tell anyone… I-I will lose him if the others find out. And this is the only way I can have him.”
Eddie’s heart breaks for you, the desperation in your eyes and your voice, your words showing him just how deep your feelings are.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he sighs, tilting his head, “for how long?”
You hesitate, not knowing how to save yourself from this humiliation.
But, Eddie’s eyes are filled with kindness, you know that he won’t judge you.
You breathe in shakily, another tear rolls down your cheek, but you quickly raise your hand up to your face, and wipe it away.
“Since we were teens…”
Eddie’s eyes widen, his lips part in shock.
The revelation isn’t something he expected at all.
He knows how Steve treated you, he knows how awful his words were, sometimes. – He knows that King Steve never once bit his tongue, the presence of his friends only made his words more cruel.
He fell victim to it, and you did too.
Neither of you hesitated to bite back though, and Eddie always tried to brush his words off, you always acted like you did too. – He wasn’t your friend in high school, but he was no stranger to seeing you bicker with King Steve during classes or in the hallway. He was always impressed by your witty words, and your funny insults.
He could’ve never guessed that you were wearing a mask, that those words were only weapons to defend yourself with, to hide behind them, to keep your true feelings a secret.
You were so good at acting like you didn’t care, like Steve was someone you hated, like your heart didn’t break, every time you faced him.
“Oh my god,” he whispers, sadly.
You shake your head, and huff at yourself. You raise your hand towards your face, waving it as a pained chuckle falls from your lips, “you must think I’m pathetic,” you murmur, rolling your eyes, the tears still deeply visible, “falling for a guy who fucking hated me for years? That’s just… I’m setting myself up for failure.”
Eddie can tell that you are trying not to break down while you’re still here, still in Steve’s driveway, where he could see you at any given moment.
“You’re not pathetic,” he frowns, squeezing your shoulder, “we don’t choose the people we fall in love with, it’s not in our control.”
And if it was, you still would’ve chosen him.
That makes you pathetic.
“I am pathetic. If I had some dignity, I wouldn’t do this with him. I shouldn’t do this with him, I know how it will end, Eddie.”
“Don’t talk down on yourself,” he mumbles, glaring at you. “Shit, I don’t even blame you, I would’ve done the same thing if I was in that situation.”
You breathe in shakily, blinking fastly as you feel your breakdown approaching.
“I-I just, I wanna go home, right now. I can’t–”
“Hey,” Eddie whispers softly. His kind eyes and his presence being the only comfort for you now. “Want me to go with you? You can talk to me, sweets. You know that.”
“Yes please,” you whisper, not wanting to be alone now after all of this.
“Do you feel okay to drive?” He asks.
You nod.
“Okay, let’s go then.”
Eddie steps away from you, he gives you a small smile before he walks away and towards his car.
You hesitate, and look back towards Steve’s house, looking into the window where the light is on. Your heart feels heavy, it longs for him, but there is so much sadness inside of you.
You’re not stupid, you knew how he felt about you, you knew what this was to him, you knew he never wanted more, he will never want more.
You know how this will end.
You know it.
But he blessed you with a glimpse of hope, this morning, only to crush it again by night.
You knew the moment of happiness was short, but you didn’t think that it would be this short.
You didn’t think that this night would be so much different from the one before.
You didn’t think that it would end with you sobbing into your best friend’s chest.
You didn’t know yet, that it wouldn’t be the last time that you would do that.
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๑ Summary : will you be true to your word that you won't forget about Eddie when both of you stood on your ground with your hopes and dreams succeeded?
๑ Word Count : idk if y'all like longer fics, but I'm just eyeballing it on the right amount, I'm so excited for this one hehe
๑ Warnings : 18+ Songwriter!Eddie Munson x Popstar!FEM!reader, cursing, use of y/n, highschool classmates, set in modern era (but with 80's aesthetics) Eddie is (21), reader is (20), Eddie is also very shy doesn't know how to express he feels but he cares, reader is jittery and rambles when she's nervous! VERY CUTE! I promise :))
๑ What to Expect : friends to lovers, unrequited feelings, FLUFF! this can be slightly awkward but I am a woman of my word it would be absolutely adorable!
๑ Note To Reader : I just had this idea that Eddie and reader while reunite after so many years later and they both can't handle that their friendship has never changed! it's still pretty rock solid! 😭🫶🏻✨
๑ Author Note : I worship John Hughes films, so, you know the drill! 😉 and um- sorry if I'm bringing myself some of my fics in this but the beginning happened to me in real life, so, yes, I miss that specific person (yeah the same guy that had a crush on for 10 fucking years 😃👍🏻) I haven't seen him since 2018 👀
"Stop- what are you doing?!" you said to him while having a breathy laugh
He smirks as he looks at you within his eyelashes as he tries to hold you still while writing something down on the back of your hand
"Eddie, this is ridiculous" you say to him as you shook your head sideways but a fond smile is sitting on your lips as you glanced at your back a bunch of students are hollering in excitement for the school year end because knowing damn well that whatever he is written down on your hand it will not stay, it would be easily removed once you took a bath when you get home
But, you don't mind it anyways, you smile at him as you watch him curiously as you can see his lips muttering different words under his breath as he writes
"You're the one who is being ridiculous" he says to you not looking at your eyes yet
You chuckle at his reply as you playfully roll your eyes at him
"There" he says as he brings back the cap of his blue ballpen, you heard it with a click
You bring your hand close to your face as you read what it says
"Don't let anyone else stop you for following your dream"
you lightly giggle when some of the words are not aligned as it goes wonky down on the back of your hand but still it's nice and you liked it
"Don't forget about me when you get famous with your singing career" he leans forward to get close to you, so, you could hear him clearly
The hallways are filled with whooping and screaming in excitement of students that are cheering for the school year end, Eddie chortled at the sight of it
You missed the way he looks at you
You raised your head as you flash him a sweet adoring smile as you nod
You shyly taken a back from his words of encouragement that really meant true as you judge by his tone
You snort "Okay, Eddie"
A smile tugs to his lips as he leans his back on the railing as he spoke again "I mean it, Y/N"
You look back at him and you directly look into his eyes
"Just don't ever forget about me, okay?"
It's very heartwarming to you that he is so kind "Of course, I will never forget about you, Eddie"
How would you ever forget Eddie Munson?
When he's the only one guy in your school campus who is so respectful towards you?
That was 2016, nine years ago
You've been classmates since 7th grade and even though you don't both have the same section from 8th grade and 9th grade
You still see each other and interacted a little
You kinda wish that he was still your classmates all those years
Sometimes, though, you winced at the memories when you're with him, you cringe at it at how you make things weird and awkward
You hate it when you get all so jumpy and nervous around him, I mean- it's just Eddie but the problem is that he doesn't know that you just realized it back in 8th grade that you finally figured it out that you developed feelings for him
You both weren't exactly close
Yeah, both of you tease each other and make fun and silly jokes sometimes
Yes, you both have a few conversations and slightly deeper talks about both of your families when your teacher on P.E class partnered the both of you together for the dance project
That's the only time that you ever both talked real to each other
That little moment, until now is still vivid to you
But still, you're not that close to him
He was just a good friend or maybe just a good classmate that you had
You encountered him again back in 2018 when both of your paths crossed while being on the escalators
You noticed him first but before you call out to him, you made sure that it was him because you moved on to another school after 9th grade, so, pretty much something's have changed but him?
He never did, he is still stylish as ever and so are you
But of course, both of you grew up
You're now already looking at him and you expect him to notice you, so, you didn't do anything at first and when you both finally met in the middle of the escalator and he is still doesn't saw you on the other side and he is mere inches close to you and you're too fucking shy to call his name out, you tried to tap on the handles to make a sound but no to avail, as you had no choice but to say his name
"Eddie!"
He whipped his head around the second you call him
He smiles and leans back forward as the both of you stare at each other
You shyly wave at him as you duck your head down to look at where you're going
From the corner of your eye, you saw him reached at the end of the escalator, his eyes still locked on you
But goddamn, it's 2024, you're 20 and he's 21
Both of you are college students now
Your feelings for him remained the same way and all of the crushes that you had from elementary to highschool
He's the only one ever to take over your heart this long
So long that sometimes, you wonder, if you try to confess it, so, it will be all over
But isn't that embarrassing? since well....
You haven't seen him since what?!? 2018???
2018 was the last time you ever saw him
You also haven't talked to him for years
Besides, seeing him on his Instagram profile but that doesn't count
But you did some risky stuff and you made such a big deal out of it because you're too overreacting with your giddy feelings for him
Like for instance
You complimented him on his Instagram stories in 2021 and he only heart reacted on it
You greeted him on his birthday for the first time ever in 2022 (you're wishing that he won't find it weird that you know his birthday and you hoped that he still remembers that he also wrote on your slambook back in 7th grade, that's why you knew) you also send your pictures with him from the field trip that you both had in 8th grade
And that right there, you received a message
A message that is so short but so endearing and it really means a lot to you
He says that he is sorry for not reaching out to you after all of those years passed and he is glad that you hadn't changed ever since then and he appreciates and he is so grateful for the highschool memories that you both had together
Even it's just a short amount of period at that time
2023, you greeted him again on his birthday but he only said thank you
You kinda hoped that he'll message you
But, girl- thank god that you aware of the term called "reality check" because why would he message you all of the sudden since that you both didn't knew very well
You sigh in hopelessly romantic manner wishing that he'll talk to you someday
Yeah, a smile grows on your lips all the time when you always receive a notification that he likes your posts
Damn, only a notification from him already lightens up your day
How fucking great, that's how pathetic it is
"5 minutes then you're good to go!"
Okay, fast forward from your train of thoughts, right- you got a show to run
You're a popstar now and you made it like you always wanted to be
Despite, everyone from your school bullies tries to pull you down
Eddie
Eddie is the only one who believed in you and supported you all the way even both of your lives are different now than before
While in the autograph signing table
"You're such an inspiration!" A young girl said as she beams up as she watches you sign up of your portraits photograph
"Thank you so much, sweetie! I'm very happy to hear that, did you had fun?"
She aggressively nods as she starts bopping up and down on her heels in excitement, you chuckled at that and you gave back the signed picture of yours to her as she gives you huge smile as she takes her leave
You didn't noticed the next person as you start signing
"As you walk on by, will you call my name?"
The sound of the person's voice is too unreal for you to hear and to register of what you just heard as you paused on what you're doing as you slowly raise your head up at the person who is standing in front of the table across from you as you gasp that you thought you're not going to see him again after 2018
But, now, here, he is finally once again
You've always dreamed about this
You've always wanted this to happen
It's unbelievable
You know that face and voice and that iconic smirk on him as you take him in
"Eddie?" You're still gasping in shock as you cupped your mouth in surprise as you look around you and your eyes are twinkling as he looks down on you in adoration and now the other fans that are waiting in line are getting curious and they flash you a smile as they relished and witness the reunion of the both of you
He grins as he nods as he shoved his hands onto his pockets "Ah- she remembers me!" You giggled to his classic antics
He hasn't changed
You could hear everyone who is asking, the buzzing "who is he?" "omg- they knew each other?!?" "wait- maybe he is the guy from her songs!"
You're too overwhelmed from all of this that you almost forget that you have to sign all of the pictures
You motion for him to lean down as you say "Can you wait for me backstage?"
He smiles "Yeah, sweetheart- I'll meet you there"
You sheepishly smile at him again as you gave him access that made everyone eyes goes wild, the crowd seems to go nuts over it
And by that the following question had been like this
"Who is the lucky guy?"
"Why is he getting the special treatment?"
"Is he your boyfriend?"
You don't give them all the personal information from your life and all the details but you confirmed that he is the guy from your songs and you love how your fans squealed and get thrilled from this
After an hour, the show is over and you bid goodbye to your fans and thank them for attending, you stretch your arms out and massage your neck as you exhale as you headed into the backstage
"Y/N's a star now" he leans his back on the wall as he smiles at you
He says the moment you moved the curtains on the side as you snort at his comment
You went into the small comfort room as you change your clothes into much more relaxing attire
"Hey, Eddie, I hope you didn't get bored for waiting"
"Nah, I don't mind it- sweets"
Once you get dressed, you open the door, so, you can talk to each other as you start to remove your makeup with a cotton pad as you double cleanse with rinsing it thoroughly
He watches you put a tinted lip balm on your lips, he swallows as he hangs his head low for a while
You groan at the hairstyle that you had earlier but you absolutely loved it getting all glammed up but you're just so tired and wanting to get this everything off so you can get to rest
Both of you kept talking but you didn't notice how he looks at you and watches your every move from removing the pins and hair ties from your hair from brushing it and you let your hair down as you grab your shoulder bag
He is so entranced by you like as you do too
Only if he knew
And only if you knew
His daze has cut off the time when you're literally now in front of him, he snapped out of it when he tries to recall of what you just asked him
"Do you want to walk outside?"
"Y-Yeah sure, come on, let's go"
You told your crew that you'll be back and you look out for them and always saying thank you for getting the job done
The walk was.....pleasing....but too quiet for you
It seems like Eddie can read your thoughts as he finally spoke up
"How many years had passed?"
A knowing smile is showing onto your features as you glanced at him
"9 years"
He raises both of his eyebrows "Damn" as he chuckles in disbelief
"Yeah" the smile still lingers on your lips
"Did you get to do it?"
"Do what?"
"Your band? Corroded Coffin?"
There's a glint on his eyes as he stops to his tracks as he stares at you for a moment
"What?" You ask him in confusion
"Nothing, it's just- you still remember that?" He tilts his head at you as he squints his eyes
"Well, of course! you told me not to forget about you, right?"
"You're always true to your word, sweetheart, I like that for you"
You both sat down on the bench in front of the fountain as you watch random kids playing
He sighs but he notices that you're awaiting for his answer as you quirk an eyebrow at him as he snorts
"Uh, no- Jeff, Gareth and Me, played for 4 to 5 years, I think? We had a blast but I realized that being a rockstar, it's not for me permanently"
"But, I thought you always wanted to be rockstar"
"Yeah, well, we got a record deal for a while-"
"What?!? Really?!?"
He chuckles to your excitement as you turn your whole body facing to him
"Yup, and we- uh- did a little tour here and there but, it just felt like that's not what I was looking for" he shrugs as he looks down as he starts to fidget his rings
You notice that, you always do, it's his nervous habit, you smile at him sadly
"How about Jeff and Gareth?"
"They got all their own ambitions and all of us took the same thing and we agree to not totally disband but, maybe, someday I don't know in the future, we'll get back to where we started"
You nod at him in understanding "I still feel superior to be one of the very first audience" you smirk
He whips his around at you at that and he blinks slowly like he just had a flashback
Yeah, if he's supportive to you and so do you
"the most loud cheerier ever, I gotta say" he laughs as you facepalmed as you can remember all of it
"So, what do you do now?"
"Uh, I'm a songwriter"
You react in delightful way and he chuckles at your face that you make
Both of you reminiscence your highschool memories as both of you look back at it
"Y/N, you-"
"Yeah?"
He hesitates for a few seconds as he chuckles as he dismissive his hand at you
"It's getting late" he says as he clears his throat
Your smile slightly falls as you glanced on your watch
It's been 2 in half hours
"I guess, we better get going then"
You both stand up as he walk you through the parking lot
You dig your nails through your palms as you think twice if you should tell him right away how you really feel about him
You can't chicken out now
You're not a kid anymore, you can take the rejection and well....
At least you tried, so, it will bring you peace
You've been fighting for your whole life not to ask him before, it's plaguing every year passed
Only a few more steps, you can sight your van
You took a deep breath, you know you'll make a rambling mess out of a speech but you don't care
"Eddie" you say as you turn around to look at him
He raises his head the moment you call his name
You walked closer to him as he looks at you as he waits for you to speak
"I know this is going to sound so out of place but uh- I have feelings for you since we we're 7th grade, I didn't know that I had it since I just suddenly realized it when we we're in 8th grade and ever since then and now I still have it for almost 10 years and it's okay, you don't have to-"
"I know"
You're stunned, you can't function to speak anymore
"I-I'm sorry?"
"I know and I'm aware of it"
He can't just say that to you like it was nothing
You're definitely screaming inside to this mind-blowing revelation
Your cheeks starts to glowing red as you feel all bashful to his gaze
Your eyes suddenly can't manage the hold to look in his anymore
"Even before?" You whisper as you wrap your arms to yourself
He's now the one who moves towards you
You're appalled and you didn't even noticed that your mouth is hanging agape as you shut it and swallow
"How did you find out?" You ask without looking at his eyes
He runs his tongue over his lips "from Gareth, and you know him he's got a big mouth and all that"
You close your eyes in humiliation as you bite down your lip
Fuck
You shouldn't have been talking to him or giving a clue
But, sometimes though, you give hints when you're having a conversation with him
Gareth, somehow, finds the missing puzzles and figures it all out
Traitor
You couldn't stand here and you feel ashamed of what you just did, my god, what are you thinking?
"Listen, uh- it's good to see you, I gotta go" you say as your drag your heels to walk away from him as fast as your feet can take you
But, he reaches out and holds your wrist making you stop
"Y/N, don't go"
"Why?"
"Because-" he sighs as he runs his fingers through his hair
"I'm no expert in showcasing my feelings, okay? I-I'm shy"
Your entire discomfort of being flustered has completely washed away
You find it amusing, well, Eddie has always been shy but really???
There's nothing to be mousy about when he's with you
"You're shy?" You echoed what he just said as you pursed your lips together
He scratches the back of his neck as he clicks his tongue as he nods his head slowly
You exhale "Well, fuck- Eddie, I'm shy too! I can't even blurt it out loud of what I've been carrying for what?!? 10 years?!?"
You start pacing back and forth in front of him as he breathes through his nose
"See, Eddie, I've always liked you, okay? or maybe I took your kindness way out of line" you throw hands up
He gave you that doe eye look and you avoid looking at it as you continue rambling at him
"I can't even comprehend why? Why am I still clinging onto you for all these years? I hate that you still made me swoon over you and make me feel things!"
His mouth starts to slowly hanging open to your subtle confession
"You know what's unbelievable to me? Is that you don't know me and I don't know anything about you but still it feels like I knew you even though we don't talk a lot back then and it hurts, it hurts that you're so big-hearted and it pains me that you're just so mellow person" your voice cracks and that's where the time the water works starts to fill up in your eyes
You sniffle as you quickly wipe your tears from your cheeks "You're the only guy that has ever been so nice to me, the only who cared, the only one who hasn't changed towards me since highschool, I don't even know what's the reason why"
He is still remains silent, probably still processing every information that you just told him
His eyes softens and his heart is begging to leap forward outside of his chest
"Y/N" he holds your forearm softly as he runs his thumbs over it, you shivered from his touch
"Have you ever wondered why I still don't have a girl beside me?"
He is still single?!? What?!?
You gulped as you look at him with hopeful eyes and tear-stained cheeks
He smiles down at you as you scrunch up your face in a shameful way that you don't like him to see you crying like this
Oh
That's right
You haven't seen anyone with him since elementary or highschool
He had a couple of silly crushes that you heard from your classmates before but still
You don't saw anyone else with him
And that alone made you think a lot since Eddie is not an asshole, it's mind-boggling
You're still in denial that you might think he has the same feelings for you
As if
"Eddie- I think you're a great human being, anyone is lucky to have you"
He chuckles slightly as you dodged his point
"I didn't date because why?"
You take all the courage that's left inside of you as you look at him
"You already have my heart, darling"
Your eyes flutters to his admission, your heartbeats faster that it might burst any second
He likes you?!?
"A-Are you sure? I don't u-understand- why didn't you m-make a move before?" You stuttered, your voice sounds so small and it makes his heartache
"I was a coward" he pulls you closer to him your eyes widen but you melt to his touch
"W-What about the messages that I sent you? Does that mean anything to you?" A sprinkle of insecurity is showing through your tone and he catches it, he reassures you that it means a lot to him
He grins at the birthday wishes that you make before
"I appreciate them all, I-I just didn't know how to express it in there, so, when I found out that you're have a show in here, maybe it's time to take it to the next level, it feels it's the right thing to do in person"
He embraces you for the first time and the only time that you ever became this much closer to him, you feel his warmth enveloping you his arms surrounding you in the most cozy way possible, you sigh in content as you squeeze him
"Feel better?" He asks as he still holds you tightly
"Yes" you whisper softly as you smile against his chest inhaling on his scent, it's intoxicating
The moment you pushed yourself away from him, you slipped on the thin ice as his reflexes are fast enough to catch you before you can hit the icy cold ground
You gasp as your eyes goes everywhere to his face as you held on him to stabilize you to get back up on your feet
He's so mere inches close, his eyes sparkle as he stares at you
He slowly lifts you back on, both of you didn't break eye contact
He can't help himself as his hand crawls at your waist to flush your body against his, you fight for your breath for the idea that he's about to do
His eyes flits through your eyes and to your lips, he goes for it as you close your eyes as you kissed him back
"Is it too late?" The smugness is radiating off of him when you chase his lips to peck on it
"I think we both waited on the right time" you say as you kissed his cheek
His cheeks blooms red as he dramatically freaked out as you let out a fit of giggles
"I'm relieved that you're patient to finally let me get out of my shell"
"Oh, be thankful that I have a wide patience or else I'll fucking lose it"
He laughs as he rest his forehead against yours
"You're the most perfect girl ever"
You smile brightly "And you're the most perfect boy ever"
Your crew call out to you saying that you have interview tomorrow morning
"Be with me?"
"Forever?"
You snort as you elbowed him as he catches you off guard pressing another kiss to your lips
"I love you, Y/N- you have absolutely no idea"
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oh, if only there's a man like Eddie Munson nowadays 😭
Can you make a EddiexReader where reader wants to sleep with Eddie but they are scared he won’t like what he sees the under their clothes
(LOVE YOU🤭)
You're fucking beautiful
Eddie Munson x gn!reader
TW: Body image issues, mention of smut
WC: 0.9K
You and Eddie have dating for a month. Today is your one month anniversary and for that, you would love to offer your body to Eddie, you really want to. You are no virgin, it is not the problem at all, but you have huge body image issues. Eddie and you are currently on the sofa, in his trailer. You are making out and Eddie’s hand start roaming your body when you reluctantly part.
“Did I do something wrong?” Eddie asks, concerned.
You cross your hands on your chest to discretely hide your body.
“No, not at all, I’m just tired.” You say too quickly.
Eddie pointedly looks at you. “Sweets…” he says, dejected.
“It’s nothing Eddie.” You say while getting up to go to the bathroom.
You lock your self in the cramped bathroom of Eddie’s trailer and take off your clothes to look at yourself in the mirror. You start tearing up at what you see, you don’t like it. If you don’t like your body how can your boyfriend like it. It is the first time ever you have paid attention to every single flaw on your body. You are far from the perfect cheerleaders or jock. God you are far from the people in Eddie’s porn magazines. He won’t like you anymore, that’s your conclusion. As soon as you will take your clothes off, Eddie will run. He will question why in the hell he started dating you. Or if he is kind enough, he will let you down slowly and kindly, but it will hurt even more. You hurriedly put your clothes back on, dry your tears and go back to the living space.
You take your bag on the bar stool. “I’m sorry Eddie, I have to go!” You say while making a beeline for the door.
“Wait!” he says while hurriedly getting up from the couch. He puts his hand delicately on your arm.
“What’s wrong?” he asks softly, as if you were a wounded animal that would be scared if he spoke too loud.
“Nothing’s wrong, I have homework to do.” You say dismissively. He takes everything in you not to start tearing up.
“Tomorrow is Saturday baby; you will have all the time in the world for homework.” Eddie says, confused by your sudden mood change.
“I really need to go.” You say, Eddie can see the way your fists are closing tight and that is when he realizes there is really something wrong.
“Sweets? Did I go too far earlier?” Eddie asks.
You shake your head, not trusting yourself to speak.
“Then what happened?” he asks, almost pleading.
“You won’t like me anymore…” you mutter.
“What? When? What is happening?” Eddie asks, desperate to understand what changed your mood like that.
“As soon as I undress to go all the way, you won’t like me.” You answer, shrugging and biting your wobbling lip not to cry.
“Baby…” Eddie coos. “What’s got you thinking like that?” he asks.
“I see myself Eddie… I know I’m not perfect. I don’t have the perfect body…” You tell him sadly.
“I might haven’t seen everything, but I love the way you look Sweets.” Eddie tells you rubbing your arm.
“Because I am hidden.” You say matter-of-factly.
“Then show me.” Eddie says as if it was the most logical answer ever.
You shake your head. “I’m not ready to lose you.” You tell him.
“You won’t.” Eddie says confidently and walking toward you slowly. He closes the front door that you opened earlier, takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom. You don’t fight against it, letting Eddie lead you to the bedroom.
Eddie kisses your lips softly and then cups your face in his big warm hands. Somehow, Eddie’s hands are always warm, even in the middle of winter.
“Can you show me Sweets?” Eddie asks softly before kissing your forehead. “Can I undress you?”
You slowly nod, self-consciousness creeping in again.
Eddie starts by unbuttoning your pants, he knows showing your legs will be the “easy” part for you, he knows your more scared he is not going to like your upper-body.
He takes off your pants slowly, taking the time to take in what he sees. He kisses your legs from your calves to your panties. “So beautiful.” He speaks.
You blush at Eddie’s words. Eddie then helps you out of your shirt and kisses every inch of skin exposed. As soon as he is done kissing your body you reflexively cross your arms to hide yourself. Eddie delicately takes your arms to unhide your body and kisses your lips.
“So fucking pretty baby.” He says.
Eddie then lays you down on the bed and start kissing every inch of your body. He then takes off his own clothes and spends the night worshipping and complimenting your body.
Showing yourself naked in front of Eddie is becoming easier thanks to his patience and love for you, and ever since that night, Eddie keeps telling you how much he loves you, body, and soul. And even if Eddie cannot make your own self-consciousness disappear, he had helped a lot. You are now able to be the one taking your clothes off in front of Eddie and every time you do, he praises you. Eddie loves you, body, and mind and now, you are starting to believe him.
Taglist: @abellmunsonmovie
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