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lovebugism · 3 months

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shy! reader request: eddie & reader having their first sleepover? reader bein all cautious about her actions and if it’s ok and eddie seeing this just lifts up the blankets to the bed to welcome her in to snuggle :)

love love love this request! hope you enjoy :D — eddie tries to make his shy!gf feel at home in his trailer (fluff, new relationship hijinks, 2k)

bug's one year celebration ♡

Despite what people say, Eddie Munson does not drive like a maniac.

Correction— Eddie Munson doesn’t drive like a maniac when there’s a pretty girl in his van.

Even though you’re pretty much the first girl to be in his van period (and even though you wouldn’t consider yourself all that pretty), you’re glad to be an exception to the rule. Your panoply of anxieties couldn’t have handled anything more than the passably steady car ride from Benny’s Burgers to Forest Hills.

You don’t mean to let out a sigh of relief when he parks in his driveway.

Eddie grins and unlatches his seatbelt with a soft click at the same time you do. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asks with eyes just as wild as his hair.

You shake your head with your lips pursed to the side, then peer at him from beneath your lashes. “After everything Steve said, I was expecting a lot worse,” you confess. And even though you duck away from him, Eddie can still see the small smile on your petaled mouth. Just as quiet as you are.

“Well, one, don’t listen to anything Steve says, okay? Like, ever,” Eddie cajoles lightheartedly. “And two, I don’t drive crazy when I have precious cargo sitting next to me, alright? Stevie’s just jealous ‘cause I think you’re prettier than he is.”

Your nose scrunches as you try to worm your way out of his compliment. “So you think Steve’s pretty?” you tease, already knowing the answer.

He scoffs. “Totally! Just not pretty like you. And don’t tell him I said that either— It’ll just go to his hair.”

The incorrect turn of phrase makes you giggle.

He turns his knees towards the door and curls his fingers around the latch. “Wait for me a second, will ya?” you hear him mumble before he hops to the ground. He slams the door shut behind him and rounds the hood on his way to you — sneakers crunching against the gravel, momentarily aglow with yellow headlights.

He’d done this before at the diner. You wait patiently for his arrival like you did then, even though you feel a bit silly doing so. You’re more than capable of getting out yourself, but Eddie always insists.

He opens the passenger side door for you with a tightlipped, lopsided grin and holds his free hand out towards you. His fingers are larger and much warmer than yours as they wrap around your palm to guide you out.

The van isn’t that high up off the ground, really. He just likes to hold your hand.

You don’t mind it, though. You’ll take any opportunity to hold him back.

He leads you up the driveway and inside the trailer with his hand entwined with yours. “Wayne’s not here?” you murmur when you’re finally inside, noticing how quiet and empty the place is.

Though maybe empty’s not the right word. The place is filled with stuff — old furniture, a collection of mugs, and various other necessities. Not a mess, just an organized chaos of miscellaneous clutter. It feels like a home. Like a place that’s been lived in.

“No. He’s at work. Graveyard shift,” Eddie answers, tossing his keys onto the coffee table with a high-pitched clack.

He starts to shrug off his leather jacket and notices how squirrelly you seem, all skittish with your face twisted with a distant worry. Your neck twitches softly, head tilting once to the side and back up again. Your quiet concern becomes his own.

His brows raise, hidden beneath his curly bangs, as he slides the fabric down his tattooed arms. “Is that okay?” he wonders, eyes wide and twinkling with apprehension.

“Yeah!” you answer, louder and quicker than you mean to. You’re obviously overcompensating, but you shrug it off anyway. You smile sweetly at him, even though it wavers at the edges, and tilt your cheek to your shoulder. “I was just— It was just a question.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“‘Cause it’s okay if you don’t wanna stay the night,” Eddie assures you, giving you an out so you don’t have to make one yourself. “It’s whatever, you know? Give me the word, and I’ll take you back home. I’ll just spend the night all alone… In an empty trailer… In bed all by myself…”

His quiet smirk widens to a broader beam when he nears you. His pale hands curl around your arms, the faded bats below his thumb sitting neatly outside your elbow.

He’s joking, of course. Well, not about the taking you home part, but about all the rest of it.

He thinks he’d die if he ever made you feel anything less than totally safe. Dying would feel easier, at least. He’d never make you feel bad about being anxious, or coerce you into hiding your feelings for his sake. He cares about you far too much for any of that.

So his tense heart rests a bit when you smile.

“I’m okay,” you tell him, quiet but still sincere.

The boy brightens all at once. Excited in such an innocent, boyish way. “So I get to kiss you all night long?” he wonders in a disbelieving murmur.

“Only if you want,” you answer with burning cheeks and clammy hands.

“Well, I do want… I want very much…”

He kisses you then, until your lungs run out of air. Standing together in the middle of his living room, lit by so many yellow lamps, with the croaking of frogs and the chittering of crickets sounding in the navy blue night.

He pulls away sometime after. Maybe a second. Maybe an eon or more. He recovers from being so ardently kissed much quicker than you do and guides you down the short hallway to the single bedroom. You still feel the imprint of his mouth against yours, like he’s still there.

Your lips tingle with longing, grieving the lack of him.

You still make him turn around before you change, though.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” he teases from the very center of his mattress, right before turning onto his stomach and shoving his face into the pillow.

“It’s different,” you murmur, mostly to yourself, as you slide the sleeves of your dress down your shoulders. The fabric falls to the carpeted floor in a puddle at your feet. You make quick work of redressing, as though there were some kinda time limit to what you had asked of him.

“I know,” he replies, muffled into the cushion his cheek is smushed against. “You’re still pretty, though.”

“You can’t even see me,” you argue and slide a pair of frilly sleep shorts over your thighs.

“I’d still think you were pretty even if I never saw you again.”

“Jeez,” you laugh, shoving your head through the neckline of a band-tee older than you are.

“…That sounded kinda morbid, huh?”

You giggle again. This time because his voice is still smothered into the pillow, stifled and utterly faint. “Just a little,” you answer.

“Well, it was supposed to be a compliment.”

“I know. You can turn around now.”

Eddie lifts his wild head and peeks at you over his shoulder, one eye squinted shut just in case he heard you wrong.

You’re less dressed up than before, but still as pretty as you were ten minutes ago.

The subtle domesticity of seeing you in pajamas makes his chest ache. It’s like doing laundry or making a shopping list — something so utterly mundane that’s so strikingly tender.

“Pretty,” Eddie mumbles some moments later, when his brain forgets every word but that one.

“Shut up.”

Your hands wring together as you idle at his bedside, like you need some kinda invitation to come closer. Your head tilts again, a gentle swaying of your head that seems almost involuntary.

“Why do you keep doing that?” Eddie wonders with a soft pink, inquisitive grin.

‘Cause this isn’t the first time you’ve done it. You did it earlier, when you first walked in, and a couple times at the dinner. Like when you catch him staring or after he’s complimented you. It’s almost like you have some genuine aversion to his affection.

“Doing what?” you murmur, all innocent.

Eddie swings his legs off the side of the mattress, socked feet melting into the carpet. His parted thighs are enough of an invitation as you settle intently between them.

“That thing with your neck,” he answers when he’s fully upright. “The uh…” He replicates it for you, drops his cheek to his shoulder and brings it back up again. He doubts he looks nearly as cute as you do doing it.

You get so self-aware that your stomach starts to ache. “I don’t know,” you answer through the frog in your throat. “I do that sometimes, I guess— When I get nervous. I can’t really help it.”

“Nervous?” Eddie echoes, face twisted with sudden anguish. His hands reach for your wringing ones. He musters a shaking smile up at you. “Babe— Why are you nervous?”

You dig your bare feet into the carpet, shifting your weight and ducking your gaze like a nervous child. “‘Cause I haven’t slept over before. And I don’t really know what to… do. Like, what if I snore really loud? Or drool a lot? What if I accidentally punch you in my sleep or something?”

Eddie doesn’t mean to laugh in the face of your genuine worries, but it spills out before he can stop it. It’s so like you to stress yourself sick over something that’s about as likely to happen as getting struck by lightning.

“I’d probably like you more, honestly,” he answers, giving your clammy hands a gentle squeeze. His nose scrunches until the edges of his eyes crinkle. “You’re too perfect. You need something to humble you.”

“Don’t be nice to me, I’m being serious.”

“If it’ll make you feel better, I can sleep on the couch. Or on the floor or something—”

“It’s your house, Eds.”

“Well, I’m not making you sleep on the couch, and especially not on the floor. Even if I was that big of an asshole, I think Uncle Wayne would kill me.” He grows suddenly serious a second later. Still smiling, but with something more earnest in his eyes. “But… I do think we’d be more comfortable, you know, in a bed. Together.”

He’s right, but it doesn’t mean you’re happy about it. Not because you don’t want to sleep in the same bed as him, but because you’re too anxious to let yourself enjoy a good thing.

“I’m just bad at sleepovers, I think,” you confess in a tiny voice, like that fact isn’t utterly obvious now. “Like, one time, I was at a friend’s house in middle school, and I used a poster as a blanket ‘cause I was too scared to ask for a real one.”

Eddie’s smile widens. The rose petal expression blooms so large it makes his cheeks hurt.

“Of course, you did,” the boy says with a shake of his head, frizzy curls swaying around the outsides of his jaw. “You’re so damn cute, you know that?”

You make a vague, grumbly noise of disdain right before Eddie wraps you in his arms. He pulls you softly down until you’re sitting on his jean-clad thighs, then buries his face into your shoulder. You smell like the soap you showered with and the burgers you ate and the perfume you put on just for him.

Eddie presses his lips there, to your collarbone, where the neckline of your shirt has dipped slightly down. He lingers there for a moment, then pulls away with a soft smack.

“I promise to make this the best damn sleepover you’ve ever had in your life,” he promises, muffled from where his nose is smushed into your neck.

“Yeah?” you mumble into the curls tickling your chin.

He nods, still pressed against you. “And I promise to tuck you in before bed so you don’t have to go using my posters as blankets, either.”

You push him away with a half-hearted hand. His boyish laughter paints the tiny bedroom golden. He pulls you back a second later, and you melt into him without thinking twice.

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angel-munson · 11 months

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stevie doesn't know

warnings: 18+ smut, unprotected p in v, fingering, oral (fem. receiving), use of petnames, cheating, phone sex (kinda), slight use of "daddy", choking, multiple orgasms, protective eddie with his fuck buddy

pairing: eddie munson x female (afab) reader

summary: your boyfriend steve cheats on you all the time. your vengeance comes in the form of eddie, who you're secretly hooking up with. when the phone rings during one of your sneaky sessions, a three-way call might be the way stevie finally finds out...[6.8k]

—inspired by "scotty doesn't know" by lustra—

a/n: i had this idea while listening to this song and HAD to write it. this is one of my first times writing smut, i'm still practicing! enjoy ♡

Your boyfriend Steve couldn't help but be a douche sometimes. Most times, actually.

You should have known dating Hawkins' most infamous ladies man might be problematic before you even started. His stupidly perfect hair and ability to smooth talk made you believe he might be different with you.

The first time you caught him with another girl, you didn't want to believe it. And because you were naïve and try to see the best in people, you stayed with him.

Unfortunately for you, there was a next girl. And another. And then another one after that. The cheating reached a point where you almost expected it to happen and even grew apathetic to it.

You stayed with Steve out of fear of being alone, and because that's all you knew how to do. That was until you became acquainted with the notoriously odd and intimidating Eddie Munson.

It started one night when you were buying weed from him. He'd told you to come by the trailer he lives in, claiming that he kept his "good stuff" there. You were surprised to find out how funny and kind the older male was.

He was a total flirt, making you smile and laugh in ways that King Steve never even came close to. That's how smoking a joint with him turned into the best sex you ever had, each having an earth-shattering orgasm on his stained mattress.

That one-time thing turned into a routine, squeezing in a quickie any chance you got. His place, yours, his van in the school parking lot, under the bleachers...

You and Eddie were addicted to each other, drawn together like magnets. The connection only got stronger the more time you spent together. He made you feel more than just physical pleasure...he made you comfortable.

After a shitty day, you went by the tattooed male's place hoping to forget your troubles. You ended up crying in his arms and telling him about everything on your mind. Eddie cared, he really cared about you.

That's why his blood was boiling when you told him about Steve. He could never believe that the douchey brunette got to have you, the coolest girl in town; hearing how he was treating you made him want to "rearrange Steve's face".

Slowly, you became more than just fuck buddies. It was a complicated situation, especially with how passionate the sex got at some points. Fingers laced together, longing gazes into each other's eyes, tender kisses, and sweet nothings.

You felt guilty for cheating on Steve even though he had been doing worse to you for about a year. Eddie encouraged you, never letting you feel bad about it. And how could you argue when he was inches deep inside you, calling you pretty and making you feel amazing?

He was doing exactly that now, thrusting in and out of your sopping cunt as he knelt behind you. Your upper body was limp against the bed, back arching as Eddie held your hips up. He gave your ass a firm smack, watching the recoil with a groan.

"Mmn, fuck, Eds," you moaned, face down in your pillows. The laud only spurred him on, encouraged him to pull you back against his fat cock.

"Yeah? You love being fucked like this, baby?" he grunted deep from his chest. The pet name made your walls clench around him like they always do. It drives Eddie crazy.

The slapping of your skin together halts when he pulls your ass flush with his hips, making the bulging tip of his dick push the soft spot inside you. You whimpered and reached back, searching for somewhere to hold on. Your sweaty hand found Eddie's forearm and you squeezed it firmly when he started gyrating.

The rolling motion he's making with his hips allowed him to fuck you insanely deep without ever leaving your pussy. His ringed hand slid down beneath you to your clit, three calloused fingers working it perfectly as he's done thousands of times.

"Oh my god," you pant, feeling a warmth tingle in your lower abdomen. "'M gonna cum. P-please, please."

The sound of you begging even though Eddie always gives you what you want made him chuckle darkly. He pulled out his dick merely a couple of inches, looking down at where you were swallowing him in. A creamy ring surrounded the base of his length, a sight that made him twitch as he pushed all the way back in to continue his motion.

Just as your whining picked up and you were about to cum, your phone rang loudly on the bedside table. Eddie's hand on your clit stopped and he slowed his thrusts as you groaned, annoyed.

"Does that asshole have to ruin everything for me?!" you bitched, already knowing it was your shitty boyfriend. You pushed your ass back, hoping to fuck yourself on Eddie although your climax was already ruined by the shrill ringing. "He can wait."

The curly-haired boy watched the part of your face he could see, laying against the pillow with reddened cheeks. He read the frustration on your face and bent down to kiss your shoulder blade. His hand slithered up your body, pinching at your hardened nipple.

He hummed a pleased noise when you clamped down around his length. When he was about to start back up, the phone sounded again.

"Oh my fucking god," you hissed, reaching to unplug it from the wall.

Eddie took hold of your bicep, stopping you. When you looked back, the expression on his face was one of deviance. He smirked from beneath his dark, fringed bangs and your heart sank.

"Answer it."

"What?" You couldn't believe what he'd said.

"Pick up the phone," he began, and his voice took on a devilish tone. "Have a conversation with your boyfriend."

"That's it?" you questioned. "No catch."

"Only one. I want you to be quiet. Don't give it away."

"Give wha-" Your words were snatched away when Eddie pulled his dick out with a wet schlick, plunging two fingers in as the replacement.

A high-pitched scream tore through your throat as he began to fuck you filthily with his digits. They weren't as thick as his cock, but the ferocity of his movements made you require a moment to recover.

"Pick up the phone and talk, sweetheart," he spoke with a steady voice, a talent of his you were consistently amazed by. He brought his face down to kiss the plush area around your ass and hips. When you didn't grab the telephone fast enough for his liking, he brought his teeth down on the skin.

You squealed, biting your lip and regaining your composure as you lifted the phone to your ear.

"Hello?" You swallowed thickly, hearing your heartbeat thundering in your ears.

"Hey, babe. Sorry I forgot to call yesterday." You rolled your eyes at Steve's lie. "What are you up to?"

"Me? Oh, nothing much, just-"

Eddie began to scissor his fingers inside you. His lips pressed to the unoccupied area of your slick sex, lapping up the juices as quietly as he could. Your free hand slammed onto the mattress on its own accord, grabbing a handful of the floral sheets for purchase.

"Talk, baby," Eddie breathed against your core. He licked a stripe up your fold and blew on it before introducing a third finger in your swollen hole. You pulled the phone away temporarily to whine.

"Just watching some TV and working on homework," you lied, letting the words out a little too quickly.

"Oh, that sounds fun." Steve's totally not listening to you. "I saw that 'Risky Business' is playing at the drive-in this weekend."

"Cool. That's the one with Tom Cruise?"

Eddie chuckled when you squirm as he removed his fingers, creating a sinful noise. He saw the way your thighs were shaking and pushed your hips down to level you flat on the bed. He hovered over you, caging you beneath him as he moved his face to where you could see him.

You met his eyes that were hooded with a teasing hunger you can't stand. He sucked on the fingers that were just inside you, cleaning your slick off as he moaned quietly enough that Steve didn't hear.

"Yeah, that one," Steve's voice sounded, though it's impossible to focus on anything but Eddie.

"I was thinking we could go see it. It'd be like old times."

As Steve started to detail the date, Eddie crawled back down to part your legs with his large hands. You brought your hand from the sheets to your mouth, covering it as his plump lips start to kiss their way up the insides of your thighs.

"We could park in the back, bring some booze..." Steve's voice rambled on as Eddie's lips finally connect where you want him most.

He began to eat you out from behind, sucking and swirling his tongue in combinations that had you grinding yourself on the mattress, desperate for some more friction. Your mind went blank when he flattened his long tongue on your clit.

"Are you listening to me?" Steve snapped.

"Y-yes. I'm listening," you struggled to respond back. "Go ahead."

Hearing this makes Eddie laugh, vibrating against your dripping cunt. The sensation shot you closer to your orgasm and he could tell from the way your hole gaped around nothing.

"Pretty pussy," he spoke against it, though you can barely hear him. "Needy for her daddy, huh? So naughty. Gonna cum on my tongue while she talks to her boyfriend."

You caught the last part and made a fist, biting down as Eddie prodded his long tongue into your slit. And because he's greedy and wants to taste your orgasm, his thumb skillfully circled your clit.

"No one can see us so we don't really need to watch the movie..." Steve chuckled and you would surely roll your eyes if they weren't already back in your skull from Eddie's ruthless assault on your pussy.

"Sounds like you just wanna get in my pants, Stevie," you shot back, voice steadier than it had been because he was really bothering you. This made Eddie growl an animalistic sound.

He knows he shouldn't be jealous, but he is. Especially now when he's buried in your cunt, the one you've told him he owns so many times before. He knows Steve can't make you feel half as good as he does, can't fuck you the way he does, can't love you the way he does.

With a final slurping sound, he abandoned the idea of pulling an orgasm out with his mouth. He lost all self-control; he needed to be as deep as you can take him rightfuckingnow. You barely had time to register the fact that he stopped licking you before he roughly tugged your ass back up in the air.

"I didn't mean it like that, I just...We haven't gone past second base in forever." Steve's ridiculous words were drowned out when Eddie slammed back into your pussy.

It welcomed him, wet and stretched out from everything he'd given you so far. He faced hardly any resistance stuffing his generous length all the way to the end of you. The backs of your thighs smack his pelvis as he started to drill into you with an unforgiving pace.

You screamed, loud and high-pitched into the receiver. Your upper body sank and you attempted to hold yourself up on your elbows. This only added to the pleasure as your blushed nipples rubbed the cotton sheets, tits bouncing with every thrust.

"Babe? What was that?" Steve stopped mid-sentence to question you.

It was a challenge trying to straighten out your thoughts when you could feel Eddie in your throat. He's hitting such a delicious angle, one that prods the spongey end of you so forcefully it's teetering on the edge of pain.

"N-no..." you stuttered, holding out the vowel as you fail to soothe your boyfriend's suspicion. "Nothing. Something f-fell off the shelf and scared me."

The words came out rushed, all weaved together in one single breath. Each time the metalhead thrust in and out, he stole away your oxygen. His large, rough hands squeezed onto the fat of your thighs to pull you against him. His thick cock was splitting you apart, emptying and filling you to bust at the seams at a frantic speed.

A dark chuckle spilled from the plump lips of the male behind you and he could still taste you on his tongue. The realization made him groan, dropping his head back as sweaty tendrils of cocoa hair tickled the backs of his shoulders.

Without warning, he slowed suddenly. You were about to whine at him before Steve's droning voice on the phone reminded you of the secrecy you were beginning to fail at maintaining.

The metal of Eddie's rings bit your skin when he squeezed firmly on your left hip. This was one of his signals for when he wanted to switch positions or have you take over.

He was able to guide you without words, your heated body pliant beneath his dominant touch. His cock never left your pulsating core as he relaxed his position back, kneeling on the mattress.

Your legs bent around his as you sat back against his lap. His chest pressed flush against the curve of your spine as you wriggled, adjusting your seating. The position would allow you to reverse ride him using the strength of your thighs.

The curled cord of the phone was stretched out to reach where you were. The douchey brunette on the other line was telling a story about some party he and Tommy had gone to, laughing at his own words as he recalled the memory and tried to omit the parts about him hooking up with other girls.

Eddie's one hand settled against your hip while the other smoothed its way up your side. It started at the soft pooch of your tummy, up to your heavy tits to tweak the hardened peaks, and finally to a gentle grip on your neck. His long fingertips reached up to tilt your chin forward as he clamped around the thundering veins near your throat.

As you breathed a strangled gasp under his touch, he forced you to look up where the reflection of you two stared back in the mirror atop your dresser. The sight of his hand of rings wrapped around your neck as you were seated on his cock made you moan, a noise that was cut short by the pressure from his choking.

You weren't sure who looked more fucked out, you or him. Usually, Eddie was great at keeping his composure, but the look he had in his eyes when you met them in the mirror was...feral. Rabid, exhausted, lustful, on the brink of losing it.

He took in the sinful sight of you. The way your head was hanging limply on his shoulder, drool glistening at the corner of your lips from the aggressive pounding you'd just taken. Your grip on the telephone was weak, leaving it to slide low on your neck as your sweaty hand could barely stay up.

"Come on, pretty," he rasped hotly in your ear. "Take what you need from me."

With a breath in for preparation, you lifted yourself up slowly. As you hollowed out, your cunt drooled down every inch of him and onto his balls, heavy and wound tight with his impending release. You cried out when you dropped your ass back down, spearing his bulging tip into your guts.

You began a steady pace, bouncing yourself on his dick and swallowing the whimpers that came when he stretched your hole continually. Eddie thrust his hips upward to meet your movement. This only wedged him deeper into your sex, nudging your uterus and launching you toward climax.

Steve was ranting about how much he loved having a pretty girlfriend and that he'd make it up to you for how busy he's been lately. You pulled the phone away, clamping a hand over the lower speaker as you switched to gyrating your hips in circular motions.

"F-fuck, Eddie. So good, so, so..." you babbled.

His rugged hand clamped over your mouth, silencing the pornographic noises you were making. On your neck, his hot mouth sucked and nipped.

"Gotta stay quiet, sweets. Pick up the phone and keep talking," he ordered.

"But, da-"

"Don't be a brat," he barked. A particularly sharp thrust upward punched the air from your lungs. "Don't you wanna be good for me? Want me to let you cum?"

You nodded with such vigor Eddie thought it must've hurt your neck. He removed his hand from your mouth and smacked a wet kiss onto your temple.

"That's my girl."

Your cunt fluttered around him, giving you away. You loved how possessive he could get and he knew it. Maybe it was because he cared and wanted you to be his...that was more than your actual boyfriend ever did.

Taking a deep breath in, you brought the phone back up to your ear to find Steve finishing up his ridiculous ramble.

"How are you gonna make it up to me, big boy?" you uttered, exerting all your effort to sound natural.

The tattooed male grunted beneath you and encased both your hips with his large hands. He used his strength to lift you up and drop you back down on his fat cock. It was a challenge keeping the sound of slapping skin to a minimum, especially when his brain was this fuzzy.

His dark eyes kept darting between the mirror and his lap. One allowed him to watch himself pumping in and out, your cunt stretched wide around his girth and soaking down to the coiled tufts of hair at his base. Your ass jiggled each time and the skin reddened from the roughness.

The mirror was his favorite view: you, coming undone from how incredible he was making you feel. Your body was littered with love bites, places he'd nipped at for hours that evening. The sight of your breasts, full and flushed as they swayed with the motions, was making him lose it.

When he ever looked at your pretty face, Eddie had to tighten the muscles of his abdomen to hold off his orgasm.

Your head was lolled back into the crook of his shoulder. Sweat-damp wisps of hair were glued to the sides of your pink cheeks. Your eyebrows were knit together, creased in the middle as you worked to stay quiet. Saliva glistened where it trailed down from your swollen lips, stuck open with small breathy pants.

He needed to make you cum now because it was growing impossible for him not to.

Steve was spewing some bullshit about flowers and taking you to Enzo's for dinner. You nearly laughed thinking about how the last time he did that, he flirted with the waitress and ogled at her ass right in front of you. It blended into white noise when Eddie increased his efforts.

He leaned back slightly, the sticky skin of his chest leaving your back to allow a needed swath of cool air. Two calloused fingertips pressed to your sensitive nub and begin to play you like his most prized guitar. That alone was pushing your stimulation to the brink of exploding, but he wasn't done yet.

The lanky male returned to thrusting upward into you again with more fervor this time. Rather than just stroke straight up, he used his hips to direct himself in different directions, at multiple angles.

His massive cock pioneered its way into places you'd never felt him before. You could feel the thundering of his veins as he stretched out new channels in your pussy.

"H-hmn," you bit down on moans. "Mmn, hngh."

It didn't take much more for you to lose yourself. The band in your stomach that had been pulled taught since before the phone even rang finally snapped. A pathetic whine rose from your chest as your body quivered, seizing up and then falling limp.

"Oh, fuck," Eddie spat, about to come undone himself. His throat choked up as he continued to ram upward, quickly chasing his own orgasm as you became a rag-doll in his lap.

Your juices trickled down his skin as he pumped into you a few more times. His whimpering blended with your heavy-breathed panting as he came deep inside your cunt.

The sound of his ragged moans and sharp cussing was almost inaudible over the ringing in your ears. When you came back down to earth, he'd already recovered from his climax.

"Shh-shh," Eddie soothed. Your slit throbbed as the milky mess you two made warmed where you remain connected. He pulled your back flush to his inked chest. "Took me so well, honey. I've got you."

The bad boy being that sweet to you though he fucked you so ruthlessly made you melt into his touch. Your eyes drooped and a single tear streamed down. The sensation inside your chest was red-hot, passionate; deeper than something you should be feeling for your fuck buddy...

Coming had caused such a blackout in your mind that you didn't register Steve speaking to you until he shouted through the phone.

"Hello?! Did you hear what I said?"

"S-sorry." You struggled to hide the exhaustion in your voice. "What?"

"What the hell was that noise? Are you watching porn or something?" he pushed, clearly irritated.

You weren't sure what to say...he had definitely heard your keening as you came, probably Eddie too. Would he be dumb enough to believe a lie?

"It's just the TV. Some overdone sex scene, I dunno," you responded.

Eddie wrapped his strong arms around you to help you relax against him, giving your worn-out body a rest. Your abused cunt fluttered upon feeling his warm release spilling out around his softened length.

"Oh. Okay. Well, turn it down," Steve requested. Wow, he is dumb enough to believe it.

Miraculously, your boyfriend went right back to blabbering. He loved to talk when it was about himself; he switched to the topic of how his dad was forcing him to get a job at the mall for not getting into college.

You almost felt bad since he doesn't really have anyone to talk to. He always dumps it on you, and you let him no matter how shitty he is to you.

Your mind doesn't have time to wander that way as the metalhead picked you up, pulling out and admiring the mess you made. The hollow feeling as your gaping hole clenched on nothing made you wince.

Eddie's soft hands laid you down with your back on the mattress. It felt nice to be horizontal again, able to let yourself settle in with limbs that felt like Jell-O. You rolled your head to the left, trapping the phone between your ear and shoulder so you didn't have to hold it up anymore.

With heavy eyelids, you glanced up at where the long-haired boy was. He was standing at the foot of the bed, taking a long drag of the cigarette he'd abandoned in the bedside ashtray. You two held gazes as he blew out a grey cloud.

"Want some?" he mouthed to you. You nodded, eyes blown open with luster. The springs of the mattress creaked beneath his weight as he leaned on a knee, outstretching his tattooed arm.

"What about The Gap? Or Herman's Sporting Goods?" you suggested to Steve's need for a job.

After the words left you, Eddie held the filtered end up to your lips. You laid a gentle hand on his forearm and swept the pad of your thumb over the freckled skin. The deep inhale of tobacco was a welcome indulgence after the body-shaking orgasm you had.

The sight of you was trouble, however.

Eddie could feel the blood rushing back to his crotch again already. As he backed up, you caught sight of his cock, red and hardening. His sex drive never failed to impress you; that's why most times you left his place being unable to walk.

He couldn't handle it. How beautiful and fucked-out you looked laying there. Your body, every curve and dip, was glimmering with a sheen of sex. His marks were all over you: from hickeys to bruising indents of his rings, to his cum dribbling out of your sweet center.

His heart was throbbing, perhaps even more painfully than his dick was.

It stood upright against his toned stomach as his gaze dragged across you. The Harrington boy recounted his failures of the jobs he'd already applied for while you twisted the rubber-coated cord around your finger.

The image of the older male needy for you again had you rubbing your bare thighs together. He was undeniably the most attractive guy you'd ever seen. Never before had you had this level of sexual chemistry and spark with someone. It's like he unlocked something in you, took away your fears, and maximized your pleasure in all things.

"Jesus," he muttered.

You two moved in sync, your hand traveling up your own body as he brought an uneasy hand down to palm himself. His tip glistened with pearlescent pre-cum when your red-painted fingernails cupped your breast. You squeezed down just enough for the fat to spill between your knuckles, putting on a show.

Apparently, your stamina had built up since being involved with Eddie. You beckoned him closer with a curling pointer finger.

"Need you," you let the words ghost out. And because he would do anything you say, the boy crawled atop you so his frizzed curls hung down around your face.

You gripped the midsection of the phone to secure Steve's increasingly-irritating voice against your ear. The lower speaker pressed into your shoulder, hopefully an effective agent for muffling noise.

Two of your nimble fingers hooked around Eddie's dangling necklace to pull him down. His mouth was gentle on yours, a newfound softness to ease back in. It was a nice break from the rushed heat of the past hours and still turned you on an immense amount.

There wasn't much foreplay this time. Eddie's diamond-hard cock sank inside you easily as you made out lazily. You whimpered at the sensitivity of your puffy cunt, a pathetic sound that he swallowed as you passed it onto his skillful tongue.

"Do you think Coach would be one of my references?" Steve's questioning intonation snagged your attention before it got too foggy. You hummed against Eddie's lips and your unspoken language got him to pull away.

"Mm, maybe...who else do you have?" you mumbled. As you turned your head to the receiver, the long-haired male kissed your cheek and temple. He then nuzzled his face into your neck.

It was a momentary break for him, pausing to breathe in your scent and become intoxicated with you. It was something he did when he was feeling clingy, needy for you; a confusion in his mind on why he felt so intimately connected to his friend with benefits.

"Perfect girl. He doesn't deserve you," Eddie slurred with hot fanning breaths. "Gonna make you forget him. Gonna fuck you so good you can't remember his dumb name..."

As he grumbled in one of your ears, Steve was in the other, justifying that he used his mom as a reference. You urged him to think of other people and asked him about places in town that he thought would be fun to work at; you knew this would send him into more verbose blabbing.

Your purposeful inquisition worked and your boyfriend's words became garbled nonsense as you shifted attention back to the pretty boy on top of you.

He had begun to thrust, slow and sloppy. The movement was enough to increase your two's breathing and arousal. He accompanied it with wet kisses along your neck, suckling the tender skin every so often.

"More," you huffed. Your fingers twisted in the roots of Eddie's hair and tugged softly, emitting a groan from his throat.

"More what, sweets? Hm?" he urged, lifting his face up to see you. He was super talkative in the bedroom, so it was killing him trying to tone it down since you were on the phone.

"M-more Eddie."

He puffed air through his nostrils in amusement and forced his cock a tad deeper in you. His hips continually met yours as you felt every veiny detail of him gliding inside. The whine that left you was unintentionally loud, neediness pricking momentary irrationality in you.

Hearing you asking for more him had Eddie's world spinning and cock pulsing.

"'M gonna give it to you, but you gotta be quiet for me," he grunted. "Just a little longer."

You gave him agreement by stretching your neck up to meet his lips, kissing him into a wet mess. He adjusted his legs, slightly kneeling to give him better leverage to fuck you. As his hips picked up moving again, a thought struck his fuzzy mind. He broke the kiss.

"Baby, need you to do somethin'," he uttered in that deep bass his voice takes on during sex. "When you cum, be as loud as you want."

"E, he's gonna hear." You emphasized the words quietly, gesturing with your head to the phone you held with a clammy hand.

"I know" was all he said before snapping back and stuffing his cock meanly into your sopping pussy. Your hand was jostled from his hair to the broadness of his back, muscles strong beneath taught pale skin. You had to dig your nails in for grip, trying to hold on and not scream from how incredible he felt.

Missionary was not a position you two used often. It was too romantic, though you blamed it on its "vanilla" reputation; nothing was vanilla when Eddie was as huge and skilled as he was.

In fact, being able to see him up close in the position was launching you toward your orgasm so quickly that you couldn't even think. His eyes were like polished cedar, brown and glossy as he maintained an unbroken gaze.

The curled mess of his hair hung around his broad shoulders and strands of his bangs stuck to his forehead with sweat. Pink, plump lips that kiss you just how you need him every time were parted to let out throaty breaths. His cheeks, flecked with faint spots and a tiny vertical scar, had flushed the most delectable red hue.

It was impossible to conceal the small uh's and hah's that slipped your lips. Eddie couldn't get enough of them, fueled to fuck you harder so he could hear them louder.

You loved being able to hear him too. He was no doubt the one in charge, but you had the ability to make him fall apart with such ease. There was a longing in your chest to hear him praising you, something he was holding off on since Steve was still a third party to this.

Normally, the older male would be coaxing you to your orgasm. He always hit this point where you were squeezing him so tight that his mind got lost, absolutely drunk on you and how you felt.

Feel so fucking good, babe. Jesus, you're fuckin' tight. Wanna hear those pretty noises when you cum for me. Perfect pussy squeezin' me just right. Gonna fuck you like this forever, beautiful girl.

He was biting his tongue now, only letting flat huffs and the occasional groan fly free. But you knew the things that drove him crazy.

You lifted your hips, wrapping your legs around his waist to keep him closer. It made you suck his thick cock even more, pussy suctioning him to its limit. The angle had his tip spearing into your stomach and he could feel it. He hissed through his teeth.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ," he groaned. Your warmth was gripping him like a vice and it had the muscles in his abdomen tightening. His thrusts stuttered only a second before they increased in intensity.

Harder, deeper, faster.

"Fuck! Eddie, Eddie," you gurgled, tongue twisted and mind entirely mush. Reckless abandon took over you, leaving Steve entirely forgotten. "Oh my-hah-ah...Baby, baby please!"

The pitched whininess to your voice was a telltale sign of your climax. Eddie stroked a hand up your side, thumb rubbing your tummy.

"Let me hear your pretty sounds," he purred. "Let go, baby. Cum for me."

You were a goner.

With the sensitivity of your cunt, you came suddenly, harshly. A flash of white light overtook your vision and your head pushed back into the pillow. As Eddie continued grinding himself deep into you, your back arched up off the mattress to press your body against his chest.

The noise that rattled your throat was somewhere between a sob and a moan. As your body seized up, the plastic phone dropped into your shoulder. Your fingernails dug further into the reddened lines they scratched on Eddie's toned back.

Your juices mixing with the cum he was fucking back into you made a wet squelching as he continually rammed in. He thrust through your high as his balls tightened and he couldn't take any more. His rings pinched your skin as he clamped down on your hips for leverage.

"Pretty girl takin' me so good." Eddie began the mindless ramble he often does as he unravels. "Pussy was made for me. Pretty...fuck, 'm gonna cum. Gonna cum inside my girl. My sweets-"

Despite your exhaustion and subspace blankness, you gasped at the sensation of the hot flood of his cum coating your walls. His cock throbbed as you squeezed him for every drop. Eddie panted in heavy breaths as he continued to slackly thrust.

He let his sticky body rest on yours gently while his dick softened inside you. Your legs dropped onto the mattress and you relaxed, letting your breathing regulate.

The wordless recovery was one of the best parts of sex with Eddie; both of you making dulcet sounds, bodies pressed together...just you and him in a cloud of euphoria and heat.

That peaceful moment was cut terribly short when Steve's furious voice boomed through the phone speaker. He was loud enough that you both could hear him even as the landline lay in the crook of you.

"Are you having sex right now? You're fucking some other guy?! Answer me, (Y/n). I swear to God..."

Eddie lifted his head up from your chest to clutch the phone, believing you were too out of it. As he was about to scream back at your boyfriend, your small hand encased his large one. You nodded at him and took the phone.

Though you appreciated his protectiveness of you, this was yours to handle. Steve Harrington had screwed you over, treated you like shit too many times.

No more.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Is that wrong of me to do?" you began. You didn't know tonight would be the night you duke this out with him, but here you were.

"Are you fucking kidding?!" Steve snapped, obviously fuming. "You're cheating while you're on the phone with me!"

"You wanna talk to me about cheating, Steve? That's hilarious. Really fucking ironic, don't you think? I'm not an idiot. Heather, Tina, Linda, Tracy, god damn Carol!"

The words you spat made him shut up. You took a moment to breathe, the anger toiling inside you mixed with the heat of sex. Eddie collected your tangled hair to lift off your neck, preventing you from overheating.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Steve deadpanned. "I knew you could be a real bitch, but slut trumps that by a long shot."

The phone was ripped out of your grasp before you could reply. Eddie had heard and he was fucking seething. In the low lamplight of the room, you swore you saw fire in his eyes.

"Talk to her like that again and no girl will ever want to be seen with your reconstructed face," Eddie threatened. His voice was booming, full of venom.

"A cheating, classless, daddy's money douchebag like you could never take care of a girl like her. Don't worry, 'cause I've got it covered. Fuck you."

You flinched at how hard he slammed the phone back onto its holder. His shoulders broadened as he inhaled a deep breath and released it, shaking with anger.

However, when he brought his face back to you it was soft and kind...those eyes cradling you inside their vision like the most precious thing he's ever seen. Without thinking, you used two slim fingers to brush back his hair with a tender touch.

"Are you okay?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned his weight onto his left side, hip meeting the mattress. His soft length remained inside you, plugging up the creamy mess you two made. Your body moved with his, angled just slightly as he used a grip on your waist to keep you ever so close.

"Mhm," you hummed, closing your eyes momentarily. You were dazed, worn from going at it for hours with Eddie and exerting the rest of your energy on Steve.

The tattooed boy tipped your hips as he pulled out, making you wince at the sensation. Feeling that empty after being stuffed full all night had you tingling. He kissed your cheek with saliva-shined lips and reached blindly around the bedside. Your eyes blinked open slowly upon the contact of him wiping you clean with his bandana.

Mindlessly you ran your hand up and down his warm bicep. He swiped the cloth delicately over your swollen folds, taking care not to hurt the sensitive area.

As he cleared the wetness, you watched his eyes, glossed and mesmerized that were glued to your sex. You breathed a hum of amusement; he was still shamelessly addicted to your pussy, even when he was showering you with the tender aftercare he did every time.

"Thank you," you expressed. It was an innocent utterance into a room heavy with sweat and lust. Eddie's gaze met yours and you blinked, tiredly.

"I told you before, you don't have to thank me for cleaning up, sweetheart." He scrunched his nose cutely.

"I didn't mean for that."

"You don't have to thank me for making you cum," he remarked with a cocky smirk.

"Not that either, you dork." You poked your red-varnished fingernail into the black ink on his peck. As your round-cheeked smile faded, the eye contact between you two intensified.

For fuck buddies who keep one another secret, you sure do look at one another with a lot of endearment. Maybe it's because of how intimately you know one another from the sex. Deep down you both know it's more than that; you just don't want to admit it and ruin what you have.

"I meant thank you for helping me finally get rid of that jerk," you mumbled. It made him smile genuinely with those dimples that charmed his way into your pants many months ago.

"Fun way to do it, wasn't it?" he teased, wiggling his eyebrows. He circled you in his arms, one slipping beneath your neck and the other wrapping around your back.

Both your hands rested on his chest when he tugged you closer. Naturally, your legs tangled into a jumble as your bodies were constantly magnetized to be as near as possible. It was a state of calm that you never felt with anyone else.

"I couldn't handle hearing you cry over him anymore," Eddie admitted. His voice rumbled under where your palms were flattened. "He never deserved you and you didn't deserve to feel like that."

The wavering breaths you released tickled his pale skin, still burning. He seemed to always have the right words and the ability to make you feel good. You scooted your face closer to his on the silken pillow.

"I feel a lot better now," you murmured.

"I bet you do," he smirked. "I think that big finale was the loudest you've ever been. 'Oh, Eddie! Oh, baby!'"

His teasing mockery of your moaning made you roll your eyes, but his big dimply smile got you. You burst into giggles as the inches between you closed and his nose bumped yours.

You didn't need Steve; you never did. It was your friends with benefits, your fuck buddy, your dirty little secret who finally made you realize it.

A blissed smile formed on your plumped lips when Eddie kissed your forehead and hugged you against him. Relaxation soothed your sore muscles as you had nothing left to worry about.

Not then, anyway. It was just you and this perfect boy who respected you and made you scream with pleasure.

Cuddling in the afterglow with him, it wasn't long before you were both fast asleep, velvet skin pressed warmly together as you rest your tired bodies.

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obsessed with the idea of driving lessons with Steve or Eddie<3 in Stevie’s car orrr in Eddie’s van! reader being a terrible driver and steve or eddie being to nice to call it out :’)

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You think you’d feel a bit better if Eddie didn’t keep squeezing his eyes shut. He’d been the one to make the call that you were ready for the highway, promising you a million times that it’d be fine despite your apprehension, but as soon as you’d gotten on the entrance ramp his confidence had seemed to flee him—which isn’t ideal, because he was the only one of you that had any to begin with.

“Eddie.” Your voice pitches, knuckles white on the steering wheel. “The car behind me is getting really close.”

“He’ll go around us,” your boyfriend says without opening his eyes. He takes a breath, cracks an eyelid. “You’ve got it, you’re good. We’re all good. Everything is fine and dandy.”

You wonder how much of this is for you.

You stay there for a while, eyes volleying between your mirrors and the speedometer, until you come upon a car in front of you that can’t be going more than forty. You take your foot off the gas, coasting down to its speed.

“Go around him,” Eddie instructs.

You glance into the next lane, just as a car whooshes past your window. “I can’t,” you say, voice going high.

“You can do it,” he says, though his hand curls around the handlebar above his window. “Just look for an opening, speed up, and change lanes.”

You take a few quick breaths before pushing down on the gas, head whipping around to check your blind spot before you signal and move over. Another car tries to switch lanes at the same time, blaring their horn at you, and you shriek and swerve back into your lane, slamming on the brakes to avoid rear-ending the slow car in front of you.

“Jesus Hendrix Christ,” Eddie hisses. Then, with more pep, “Doing great, baby!”

“I can’t do this!”

“You don’t really have a choice at this point!”

“What?”

“I mean, yeah you can!” Your boyfriend’s nearly wheezing, head on a swivel as he keeps track of the cars around you. “You’re doing awesome.”

“I almost hit someone!” you remind him, voice starting to waver as panicked tears clog your throat.

“Not your fault.” His hand wraps around your thigh, squeezing so the cool metal of his rings bites into your skin. “He didn’t see you either, he was just being a dick about it. You acted fast, which—which is the best thing you could’ve done.”

Your lip wobbles. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure as shit, baby. Take a breath, okay? Panicking makes you a bad driver.”

“Pretty sure I already am a bad driver,” you say, but do your best to fill your lungs anyway.

“Nah, you’re the best I know.” Eddie’s hand rubs your thigh soothingly, at odds with the tension in his voice. “Not including myself, obviously. But it’s fine, you’re learning.”

You want desperately to take his hand but can’t risk taking one off the wheel. You glance in your rear view mirror, watching cars go around you and the clunker barely trudging along in front of you.

You chew your lip. “Can we be done? I want to get off.”

You think you hear a relieved sigh. “Sure, if that’s what you want,” he says. “Take this next exit.”

Eddie talks you through decelerating back onto the frontage road, helping you change lanes until you start to slow down in the shoulder.

“Don’t pull over here,” he tells you. “There’s a parking lot just after this light.”

You shake your head. “Nope, I’m done. I’m pulling over.”

“But you can’t just—wait, you’ve gotta—” Eddie grimaces as the car tilts, one wheel going up onto the curb. “Okay. Okay, good job.”

“Fuck.” You heave a sigh and move the gearshift while your boyfriend bends to kiss the dashboard, murmuring apologies to his van. “I think I need to start driving in something else, Eds. This van is too hard to learn in.”

“Hey, don’t talk about her like that.” He caresses the dashboard lovingly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, you were…you had a learning experience. Plus, once you can drive her, you can drive anything.”

“I don’t know.” You lift your foot from the brake, moving to hug your knee to your chest. “I think maybe—”

“Shit,” Eddie says as the van starts to roll backward. “Shit, shit, baby, the gearshift!”

You gasp, setting your foot back on the brake so Eddie can shift the van into park.

“Oh my god.” You drop your head into your hands, breathing heavily. “I can’t even park!”

“It’s—” Eddie’s voice is high, but he clears his throat. “It’s okay, that could happen to anyone. Reverse is, like, right next to park, so…it’s an easy mistake, I guess.”

“I don’t want to drive anymore,” you groan.

“Hey,” he says. “Hey, come here.”

He reaches over and starts to grab for you, but you stop him, lifting your foot from the brake hesitantly. Eddie does you the courtesy of not making fun of you, and when the van doesn’t move you clamber into his lap, setting your chin on his shoulder while his big palms rove your back.

“You’re not so bad,” he says, hair tickling your face as he tilts his head to accommodate you. “It just takes practice. Same for everybody. You want to be able to drive yourself around someday, right?”

You make a noncommittal sound. “Maybe you can just take me wherever I need to go.”

Eddie laughs, hand sliding down your back to pinch your waist. “I’m not available for a cab service at the moment, sweet thing.”

“Mean.”

“You like it when I’m mean to you,” he reminds you.

You wonder if he can feel your cheek heating against his neck. “Only sometimes.”

He huffs amusedly. Wraps a hand around either side of your rib cage, easing you back until he can see you. “You’ll get there,” he says. “We’ve just gotta keep practicing.”

You gnaw on your lip, exhaling through your nose. “Yeah, okay. But can we stay on the ground for now? I don’t think I’m ready for the highway.”

The humor saps from Eddie’s expression. “Yeah,” he agrees, “no more highways for a while.”

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sunflower, chapter sixteen

A/N: this chapter is a lot, I highly recommend thinking about reading this at the best time for you or just skipping it all together. Take care of yourself, judge if this is the chapter for you ♡

summary: to say that the art gallery went worse than expected is a bit of an understatement…

warnings: TW ableism, use of the R slur, references to childhood trauma, attending an art show (written by someone who is not a professional artist, so it��s probably not accurate at all), anxiety, crying, meltdown/shutdown, going nonverbal, (it has a comforting end, just fyi) (and if I forgot any warnings, please let me know! I don’t want to jump scare anyone.)

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You kept on having to redo your eyeliner because your hands wouldn’t stop shaking. But finally, after maybe 4 tries, it turned out looking somewhat passable.

Taking a step back to look at the final product, you tugged your hair behind both ears. Adjusting the straps of your red dress, you smoothed your hands down the silky fabric. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been this dressed up. It felt both kinda fun but also extremely unnatural.

Turning around, you exited the bathroom and called out with a loud exhale, “okay, I’m ready.”

Stopping in the doorway of the bedroom, you saw Spencer look up from his book, eyes immediately growing wide. The expression made you slightly worried, maybe your dress was see-through or something and you just hadn’t noticed, so you asked, hands instantly shooting to cover yourself up a bit, “what? Is something wrong with it?”

“No, no, no, no,” he rushed out, “you just-… you look amazing,” relaxing and letting your hands fall down to each side of your body, “not that you don’t always look amazing, my opinion of the way you look doesn’t change by what you’re wearing, it’s just-,” he rambled, but you cut him off.

“Thank you.”

Closing the book and setting it down, he stood up. “You sure you’re ready? We can take a little extra time before we go.”

“No, I don’t think I’m magically gonna get more ready than I already am,” you shook your head, “thank you though.”

Holding onto each other’s hands, you headed down to Spencer’s car, yes, he apparently had a car, that was news to you. He didn’t drive it often, but he did in fact own a car.

The ride there was quiet and full of nerves. Spencer kept glancing over at you, keeping a close eye on how you were. You fiddled with the edge of your skirt, folding and twisting it. Your head maintained low the entire time, so once the car stopped it came as somewhat of a surprise to you. Not daring to look out the window, you just blinked over at Spencer as he removed the keys.

“It’s still not too late to go home,” he laid his hand on top of yours.

“I know, it’s okay, I can do this, I just- need a moment,” you grabbed a hold of his hand and focused on it.

“Take all the time you need.”

After a thorough dance of your fingers over all of the veins that littered his hand, you took a deep breath and nodded, “okay, let’s go.”

Out of the car and onto the street you went. The car was parked fairly close to the gallery, so the walk wasn’t too long. Once you reached the door, Spencer looked down at you for confirmation one last time before opening it.

The wall of sound and life that hit you at once made you dizzy. Switching to linking your arm with Spencer’s for the extra support, you walked in. There were loud music and people everywhere. A server walked by with a tray, and you immediately snatched up a glass of champagne.

Placing a hand over your arm, he suggested, “how about we try and find Stevie?” humming in agreement, you downed half the glass, the carbonation made your eyes water.

Spotting them was easy enough since they were wearing a long colourful dress that stood out against all of the others. Beaming as they saw you, they planted a big smooch on your cheek, “you’re here! Hi!”

Having never officially met Spencer in person, they turned to him and said, “and you are just as cute as she told me. It’s nice to finally meet you,” they stuck out their hand, “I hope you’re feeling a bit better after that drama.”

“I am, thanks to Y/n, she’s been the best nurse-, um, I’m sorry, I don’t really shake hands.”

“Oh, that’s totally fine, I’m sorry, it’s just a habit.”

A small man then rushed over to whisper something in Stevie’s ear, and they quickly added, “um, I’m just gonna go take care of this real quick, just relax, I’ve got everything under control, I’ll be right back,” and with that, they were whooshed away.

Following their frame until they disappeared from your vision, you then let it fall down to focus on your shoes.

“Hey, how about we look around a bit? I know I’ve already seen all of the paintings in here, but I would love a refresher from the artist herself,” Spencer asked quietly in your ear.

Fighting the small smile it brought to your lip, “Spencer, you have an eidetic memory, I don’t think you need a refresher.”

“I didn’t say a needed one, just that I would like one,” he smiled, “I don’t know, it might be a nice thing for you to focus on.”

“Yeah, thank you, it would actually,” you swallowed down the last of your champagne and put it on a nearby table.

“Why don’t we start with that one?” he nodded to somewhere off behind you.

Turning to decipher which one he meant, you shot him a curious glance.

Smiling he walked you in front of the one in question and looked down at you.

“Oh,” you breathed out, feeling a warmth seep through you, “It’s called a gift from my therapist and is one of my personal favourites. Not because I think turned out in some extraordinary way, but because of the memories attached to it,” looking up at him, “it’s the one I painted the day I met you.”

“Yeah, I remember seeing you, arms full of sunflowers,” he reminisced, studying the warm strokes of paint, “you looked like the walking personification of light. I quite literally lost my breath,” he then looked back at you, “still do.”

You were about to pull on his tie so that you could give him a kiss, but a booming voice caught your ears and sent a shiver down your spine.

“-oh, yes, that little thing? She’d be nothing without me, you see.”

The sound made hundreds of repressed memories start to resurface, trying their best to see the light of day. Your heartbeat quickly turned into a hummingbird and your breathing followed suit.

Alarm was written all over Spencer’s face as he lowered himself a bit and held on to you, “what’s wrong?”

All you could do was stand there, frozen, and wildly stare into his eyes.

Coming around the corner, surrounded by a group of people, the balding man caught sight of you, “oh, you are here, what a surprise!”

Turning around, Spencer kept holding onto you in a protective manner. Fuck. Why on earth was he here? How did he find out about it? Why the fuck was he here?

“I wasn’t aware that was something you could be capable of. And you made a friend, or is he just a nurse or something?”

When Spencer noticed that you weren’t answering, he quipped up himself, “no, I’m her boyfriend-“

Cutting him off, he bellowed, “boyfriend? Yeah right. Sir, you don’t have to feel sorry for this little girl. Why don’t you go out and find a real woman? We all know my niece doesn’t meet those requirements.”

“Excuse me?”

“Or is it because you have some fetish for that sort of thing? You like them slow, huh?”

Spencer didn’t even know how to answer that, just stood there, tight-lipped and completely gobsmacked. Even if he knew exactly what to say, he didn’t get the chance, your uncle Richard was like a tornado.

“And just where is my thanks? Did I get an invitation? No! Me! I am the only reason you somewhat resemble an ounce of someone passable. If it wasn’t for me, you would have been nothing, no one. I took you two in out of the good of my own heart and what do I get? Not a single thing. Tell me, do I have to put you over my knee again, right here in front of all of these people for your retarded little brain to understand?”

Clutching onto one of your hands, he stepped in front of you and roared, “how fucking dare you say something like that?”

“I’ll say whatever I want, boy,” Richard spat out, “and it isn’t you I’m talking to, it’s Y/n,” catching your eye, he laughed, “oh, you can’t speak, huh? Can’t fucking do anything, you useless little thing.”

Tears were streaming down your face, and you felt like you were gonna pass out. Seeing Spencer clench his other fist, you feared that he was about to punch him, but before you could find out, Stevie came rushing in between the two men.

“Okay, alright, Richard, back off,” they hissed, then turned to Spencer, “I am aware that you are a big scary FBI man, but this isn’t your problem. Please take my sister home, take care of her and let me take care of this,” they said sternly and then turned back to their uncle.

“Well, if it isn’t Stevie.”

“Richard, I greatly advise you to stop talking immediately,” they said, trying to sound calm, almost as if they were talking to a small brat.

“No, no, you don’t get to tell me what to do, I’m-“

“No! you don’t get to talk to anyone in that way and especially my little sister. I am well aware of the fiend you are, but just because you sadly have these terrible opinions doesn’t mean you get to share them-“

You didn’t get to hear any more of Stevie’s rant as Spencer had ushered you out and closed the door behind you. You didn’t even register that you’d moved until you were out on the street again. Holding a tight grip on you, helping you to the car, he made sure you didn’t lose your balance. Once you reached it, he opened the car door for you and gently helped you sit down, moving you almost like a doll. Quietly closing it behind you, he soon entered on the driver’s side. Grabbing a hold of both your hands, he commented, “god, you’re freezing,” then shrugged off his suit jacket and enveloped you in it, “here.”

Trying his best to catch your glossed-over eyes with his, he promised, “20 minutes, and then we’ll be home, okay?”

You tried to answer him, to nod, anything, but you couldn’t. Just sat there, tensing and hyperventilating. It only got a little better during the ride home, or your breathing did, ever so slightly, but your body was still not getting the message that the danger was over.

When you returned home, the walk up the stairs was so slow that a snail could have won the raise. Spencer didn’t seem to mind the pace, he didn’t say anything either, just stood there, purposely making his own breathing clear enough for you to hear and try to copy.

Once you made it inside, you just stood there like a zombie, tears still slowly rolling down your face. Walking over to get a chair from the dinner table, he brought it to you and cautiously sat you down on it. One by one, he took off your pretty shoes, almost making you feel like a reverse Cinderella.

Your eyes couldn’t focus on anything really. The only thing that seemed somewhat clear was the hardwood floors, the swirls and dots all around it. Keeping your eyes locked on it, he helped you up and out into the bathroom where he promptly sat you down again.

After a bit of rustling in a cabinet, he came closer to your face with a wet cotton pad. Gently tugging your hair back behind your ears, he whispered, “close your eyes.”

When you did, a few heavy tears rolled down your cheeks.

Even though you knew what he was about to do, you still jumped ever so slightly when you felt the cool cotton swap gently sweep over your face. When he stopped, you fluttered your eyes open again. Looking up at him, mid toothpaste application to your blue toothbrush, he caught your eye and asked gently, “do you want some help?”

Turning your palm up to him as an answer, he gave it to you and watched as you very slowly brushed all of your teeth. In the meantime, he brushed his own, removed the contacts he was wearing, put on his glasses and when you’d finished, he helped you up to spit the excise out into the sink. Laying the toothbrush down, you looked into the mirror to see him standing behind you. Gently running his fingers through your hair before fishing out a hair tie and putting your mane in a low ponytail.

Catching his eye in the reflection, his lip trembled ever so slightly, “let’s go to bed.”

Nodding just the slightest, you slowly stumbled off to the bedroom, stopping in the middle of the room. Turning to see him, with a glass of water in hand, he swiftly set it down on one of the nightstands.

Turning to see you just standing there, he inched closer and asked, “can I help you?”

Nodding, you watched him open a drawer and pick out one of his soft t-shirts that you’d grown so fond of sleeping in. Dropping it onto the edge of the bed, he moved to slowly pull down the zipper of your dress. Once it was all the way down, he pushed the straps off your shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

The neckline hadn’t lent itself to being able to wear a bra with it, so you were now left in just your underwear. Normally he would have a very different reaction when seeing you this exposed, but he didn’t for a second look at you in that way.

Picking up the shirt, he cautiously stretched it out so that it could easily slip over your head. Fishing your arms through, he lastly pulled it down to cover you completely.

With both of his hands in yours, he helped you to sit down on the edge of the mattress. Not noticing before that he had also procured this item, he conjured a pair of thick socks and kneeled down in front of you.

Slowly, he put them on your cold feet, and then looked up at you with glossy eyes. He was still in his suit, or most of it at least. A few of his waves had fallen over his eye, so you gently pushed it out of the way. As you did, you saw him exhale shakily, trying his best to keep it together.

You wanted to tell him that it was okay, he had every right to feel everything as well. You wanted to tell him how sorry you were and just how much you loved him, but when you opened your lips, nothing came out.

Holding onto his cheek, you tried over and over again, but with no success. A few fresh tears rolled down your face as he muttered, “it’s okay, it’s okay. I know,” seeing a few tears escape his eyes as well, he placed his palm above your hand on his cheek, he continued, “I know, I know. I love you so much.”

Squeezing your eyes shut you nodded hard as if to say that you loved him too.

His voice was small and shaky, the emotion ringing clear, “I’m so sorry that he said that,” running his hand down your arm, he made you look at him as he told you, “you are not useless, you hear me? You are the strongest, bravest, most remarkable woman I’ve ever met. I promise you, that I will do everything in my power, for the rest of my life to make sure that you will never run into him again and that you never forget just how wrong he is.”

Before he could say anything more, you slumped down on the floor and pulled him into a tight hug. Feeling his body shake as he let go, he kept on whispering into your hair that he loved you.

You both just sat there, sobbing in each other’s arms for a good 10 minutes. You were so exhausted that you almost fell asleep right then and there.

Like a ragdoll, Spencer picked you up and helped you to bed. Tugging you in, his eyes didn’t leave your half-open ones as he peeled off the remanding of his suit, not caring where the pieces fell.

Crawling in behind you, you immediately seized his arm and wrapped it around you, pulling him as close to you as possible.

As you drifted off to sleep, you kept on hearing his sporadic love confessions whispered in your ear and every time until you fell asleep, you’d give his arm a light squeeze in return.

next chapter

#sunflower #lea’s writing #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid series #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fic #spencer reid x you #spencer reid headcanon #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid hurt/comfort #spencer reid angst

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love-toxin · 2 years

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fruity four taking their baby to the carnival.

robin doesn’t like rides because she’s secretly a little wuss :( BUT she’s happy to play all the fun games with you and she’s determined to win you the best prize possible at hook a duck. she wins you a massive teddy bear plushie and you squeal when she hands it to you and you jump up and down an announces the bear to be called robin. telling all four of them how the bear is gonna love his new home and how you have to make your bedroom all comfy for it as you stand in between robin and steve, holding hands with them both.

nancy and eddie take you on the rides. sitting between them on every ride so you can grip onto both their hands, nancy telling you to hold tight and not to let go. eddie comforting when you get anxious before the ride starts. him rubbing your arm affectionately as the ride starts up. both of them checking on you right after, making sure you aren’t hurt only to be greeted with a large smile as you giggle and rush to tell stevie and robin how fun it was!! nancy definitely makes sure you’re wearing enough sunscreen throughout the day and tops you up on water.

n steve :(( doesn’t like the rides cause he’s a grumpy dad and the games are ‘silly,’ but he still plays them with you anyway cause he loves you. he’ll definitely try and win you a stuffie out the claw machine, ignoring nancy’s scolding of him as he wastes at least fifteen dollars before he actually manages to win. begging him for churros, cotton candy, lollies, ice cream, donuts…and he folds, only for eddie to have to take the first (massive) bite of it all. “making sure it’s not poisonous!!”

WAHHHH THIS IS SO CUTE 🥺🥺🥺 Steve wasting all his cash on the claw machine and food is so accurate.....he and Nancy co-ordinate their outfits so the three of you can find them easily in the park, and Nancy carrying her big purse with sunscreen and water and all four of your wallets so you don't lose them ♡ Robin and Steve have a competition to win the best prize for you, but when you get each of your little plushies you love them equally so they have to agree on a draw. you also get to decide your top three desserts you want to try and those three are the ones the five of you order, so you can all take bites out of each other's and get a taste of all of them! and when it gets dark and all the lights turn on Eddie insists on a ferris wheel ride, just the two of you. he wants a slow, comfy experience, and even slips the ride operator a couple bucks to stop the wheel when you're at the top so you can get a long, lovely view of Hawkins as it's all lit up in the moonlight. share a warm, loving kiss, and then when you rejoin the others you're so sleepy that Stevie picks you up and piggybacks you all the way to the car and buckles you in.

#fruity four #fruity four x reader #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #eddie munson #robin buckley #st 4 #stranger things #anons

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berrymoos · 2 years

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do you have any little robin hcs?

hm ... i may have some off the top of my head, just for you anon (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ it's not a lot but i hope u enjoy regardless!

🍦─ regresser robin headcanons!

regresses to the mindset of an elementary schooler (so a 1st – 3rd grader), but if someone asked for an age, theyre not getting a straight answer ... and it's not because she's a lesbian 💀 it's because she doesn't have a specific age, it's just based on vibes

her wardrobe consists of those short overalls, graphic tees, flannels, & primary colors. very easy to play around in. OH & mix-matched socks; she mixes them on purpose bc she thinks it's Neat

so very clumsy. she's clumsy as it is outside of headspace, but when she's regressed it's amped by like .. five. nancy has learned to keep carebear bandaids on her at all times, especially when they're at the park – there has never been a time where robin's left without any new scrapes. she's very used to taking tumbles though, so she rarely ever cries!

loves loves LOVES going to the park to swing. she likes going down the slide, playing in the sandpit, all of that ... but the swings are her favorite! each & every time she's there, nancy & steve have to take turns pushing her bc their arms get tired before she gets tired

chalk art on the sidewalks! courtesy of the lovely steve, she's got a jumbo pack of chalk with so many different colors!! once she's tired of swinging to the stars, robin bounces to drawing hearts in light red & smiley faces in yellow & doggies in dark orange. bathtime is in session afterward, always

she's absolutely wonderful at soothing her friends when they take a tumble, too! she knows jonny nor an extra small eddie can't take falls as well as she can, so she's super quick to get down to their level, reassure them that everything is gonna be okay bc stevie & nance know how to fix it, take their hand, & lead them to the caregivers

her favorite stuffie is the swift heart rabbit plush nancy bought her; takes them everywhere with her, which results in plenty of visits to the bath

her & eddie? conjoined at the hip. where one goes, the other one follows. agents of chaos. nancy & steve never get a break when these two are together .. but honestly, they wouldn't change it for the world

her fear of needles (and doctors in general) is increased tenfold; takes the strength of a thousand men to get her in to an appointment on time. the simple mention of doctors or her annual shot coming up drives her to tears

steve started the nickname “baby bird robin”. robin picked up on it after the first three time it was in use & uses that to tell him or nance when she's feeling small (*´˘`*)♡

ooo she talks so much!! just a rambler that starts on her favorite thing about swift heart that ends on the corgi she saw at the park that she got to pet two days ago. her cgs like to egg her on by asking questions and by golly does it always work! her favorite thing to ramble about is deff care bears; she could legit go on for hours

sweet tooth? no, sweet TEETH. steve has to hide all of his sweets in very obscure places so robin (+ eddie) doesn't find & eat them all in one go. her favorites are chocolate chip cookies & chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream - rocky road is a close second, but it has to be homemade bc she's allergic to the almonds usually mixed in

if she & her crime partner do manage to get their hands on the hidden sweets, they're splitting their prize between each other & jonny. baby buddy deserves some candy, too!

self-indulgent pkmn au hc: robin with a boltund that matches her high energy perfectly ʕ￫ᴥ￩　ʔ always zoom, zoom, zoomin around together, then crashing head first into bed when all of their energy is drained. his name is cheddar biscuit, – no, robin did NOT name him in her smallspace; that's all big robin's doing 🤭

#baby bird robin <33 #i just think robin is allergic to almonds idk why #🧸．berry n friends <3 #stranger things agere #fandom agere #sfw agere #agere asks #agere hcs

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choccyhearts · 1 year

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Apples, Peaches, Bananas and Pears - The Monkees // Steve Harrington x Reader

Note: Ahhh, what I would give to go on a picnic with Steve...(my kidney, I would give a kidney) anyways, here's some stevie fluff ^_^

CW: Fem!reader? (reader wears a sundress/carries a purse, but no pronouns used so its not rly important), talk of eating, champagne is sipped, fluffff

Summary: "Steve decides to enjoy the nice spring weather by having a picnic with his lovebug <3 (Fluff)"

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"To show how much I care I'll bring you apples, peaches, bananas and pears"

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Despite all of the rain, pollen, and chaotic weather, spring is such a nice time. This year, the groundhog was nice and brought spring early. Steve decided he wanted to celebrate the good weather by planning a picnic date for the two of you.

He found an old picnic basket in his attic and cleaned it of all dust and spiders. He loaded it up with goodies he bought from the store trip he went on with Robin.

Crackers, fancy cheese (Robin couldn't even pronounce it), champagne, little tea cakes, homemade sandwhiches (made with the help of Robin and the love of Steve), and an assortment of fruits.

Steve, being an athlete, loved himself some fruits and he loved feeding them to you. Whether it be tossing grapes into your mouth or wrapping you in his arms and placing apple slices in your mouth, he loved taking care of you. And he especially enjoyed the sweet, sticky kisses you two shared while you ate the fruits.

Who knew your kisses could get even sweeter?

Steve also packed a couple of blankets -- one to sit on and one to cuddle under -- and a radio. He just wanted to relax and bask in the sun with you.

He pulled up to your house and parked. He excitedly jogged up to your door, knocking a little tune. You knew immediately he was in a good mood.

You opened the door and nearly collapsed to the ground as your god-like boyfriend stood in front of you. A perfectly-timed blow from the wind through his hair and his outstretched hand holding your favorite flowers was enough to make your legs feel like jelly.

"Hello, beautiful", he smiles. He sees the admiration in your eyes and he feels the apples of his cheeks heat up. "These are for you."

He hands you the flowers and you let him inside. You take the flowers and breathe them in.

"You're very chipper, today", you smile at him.

"Well, the sun is shining, the birds are singing, and I have the best date planned for today", he leans down and kisses your forehead. "Care to join?"

You smile widely and nod. You motion for him to stay put while you dash off to your bedroom.

"It's a picnic date, and it's a little windy!", he calls out.

You arrive back out wearing his favorite sundress. It's long, falling under your knees, and very flowy. You're also carrying your purse which holds your hairbrush since you'll know that 1. the wind will mess your hair up and 2. Steve will be the one that wants to brush it.

"Woah, so gorgeous", he breathes out. He pulls you close to him by your waist and gives a deep kiss. You pull away from him giggling.

"Stevie, we should get going."

"Right, right." He takes you by the hand and leads you outside.

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"Steveeee, c'mon", you whine. Steve is currently standing in his typical dad-pose, observing the park's layout. You were struggling to hold all of the things he brought.

"I just want to find the best spot!"

"Steveee", you readjust the items in your hand. "I'm about to drop everything!"

He spins around and takes the basket from your hands, "Sorry, lovebug. Let's just go under that tree."

You both trek towards the tree, happy that it provides plenty of shade.

You set up the blanket and sit down, Steve kneeling down to open the basket. He pulls out the champagne and two plastic wine glasses, along with plates and cutlery.

"I would've brought real glass but, heh, didn't wanna risk it."

He pops open the bottle, just barely catching the cork. He pours the bubbly drink into the glasses and hands you one.

"To my gorgeous, beautiful, amazing, wonderful-"

"Steeeveee", you blush.

"Alright, alright. To you, lovebug. I'm so, so crazy about you."

You clink your glasses and take a sip. He sets his glass down carefully before turning back to the basket.

Soon, tupperwares filled with treats are spread across the blanket.

A few of them catch your eye immediately.

"Ooh, what fruit did you bring?"

"Well, I was struggling at the store trying to decide so I just got...well, nearly everything." He behins to pop open the lids of the plastic containers. "Raspberries, strawberries, apples, peaches, bananas, and pears."

He looks at you as your eyes widen at all of the options.

"Is it too much?", he winces.

"No, no, I'm just...flattered that you care about my nutrition, Stevie." You lean over and kiss his cheek.

His face reddens and nuzzles it into your neck. You bring your hand up to his hair, softly toying with it. He murmurs, "I love you", and you kiss his head.

"C'mon, don't want the bugs to get to everything."

He nods and kisses your jaw before picking up a fork and stabbing an apple slice. He brings up to your mouth and you gratefully bite down, smiles on both of your faces.

#steve harrington #steve stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #stranger things

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flvneurss · 1 year

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This love (is going going to be your downfall)

Pairing modern!EDDIE MUNSON x oc x modern!Billy Hargrove

WARNING: 18+ as of smut and a threesome ofc

Description: Kenna Averys’ was Hawkins golden girl needing an escapee from the trouble of senior year. Naturally she found herself at Eddie Munson’s doorstep asking for weed but what happens when the night takes an unexpected turn and Billy Hargrove shows up?

Chapter One: three is not a crowd

Present day

Blood stained her angelic face as it oozed from a cut on the apple of her cheek and some from her nose, pain still as sore as when it happened. “Steve, it really hurts.” She let out a heartbreaking whimper as tried to wipe the blood the best she could.

“I know Kennie.” He let one of his hands let go of the wheel and grabbed her free hand in his, rubbing the top with his thumb trying to calm her down.

“It’s not your fault, okay.” Steve continued to hold her hand as turned the corner leading towards her house, not wanting to let go.

“I never meant for this to go this far.” Her voice completely shattered, shattered him. How all this drama happened he would never understand. She wouldn’t even understand.

“Come on let’s get you cleaned up.” Steve pulled up slowly outside of the suburban house before he proceeded to get out the car to go help his best friend get inside

He wished he could have a time machine and stop everything from happening because maybe he could have prevented this, in some way.

“Go sit on the couch and I’ll get you cleaned up.” Steve helped her sit down on the couch, grabbing a blanket to drape over her knees. “Stevie.”

Her hands grabbed him before he could turn around, trying to pull him in for a hug. He allowed it, wrapping his arms around her in a bear gripping hug.

The front door suddenly opened with the sound of footsteps getting closer, until they stopped next to the couch. “Kenna sweetie what’s wrong.”

Kenna turned around to face her mother, her face stained with tears along with still some drops of blood.

A mothers worst nightmare.

“Mom I really fucked up, I’m sorry.” She turned to face her mother leaning out of Steve’s arms. “Come here.”

Her mother brought her daughter into her arms, cradling her the best she could. “Steve, can you get the first aid kit?” She asked as she grabbed the blanket to drape over her daughter.

“Sure Viv.” Steve nodded before he left the room. Giving the mother a chance to console her daughter without her friend in the way.

“Baby I need you to tell me what happened from the start.” Vivian grabbed Kenna’s hands in hers to tell her she will be alright.

“Mom I did something months ago and you can’t judge me please, it's not something a mother wants to hear.” Kenna spoke, making her mom think of what her daughter possibly could have done to make her in the current state.

“ I will never judge you honey, you know that, now what happened.”

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6 months ago

The winter air had come to Hawkins once again and not slowly, all at once and it wasn’t even the start of December yet making it even more sad. Kenna Averys normally enjoyed being snuggled into a booth at the local cafe, her nose deep into one of those romance novels playing her music and sipping the hot chocolate.

But not tonight.

Tonight she was currently standing outside of the Munson trailer at Forest Park, her book not in her hand but in her car and a fifty dollar note clutched in her hand as she waited patiently for Eddie Munson to answer the door.

She also deeply regretted her outfit when she told Steve of her plan to get weed he turned around and said she looked like a narc, that she would stick out with her pleated skirts and embroidered cardigans with thigh high socks.

Suddenly the jiggle or the door knob signaled that Eddie was close by or she hoped it was Eddie. Finally the door was opened revealing him

“Hey Eddie.” Kenna beamed as she looked eyes with the boy. “Kenna hey.” He returned the smile before signaling for her to come inside.

“Sorry about the place, the maid took the week off.” He let out a nervous chuckle a he felt his palms getting sweating just from the whiff of her perfume.

“It’s fine.” She still held that smile which amazed him. He had never met someone so vibrant and full of life, she truly was the heart of Hawkins.

She didn’t belong here in his trailer with him.

“Hey Eddie, is it okay if I smoke it here? I just haven’t done it before.” Her question took him by surprise he couldn’t believe she was actually asking him that.

“Yeah um that should be fine.” He felt his words getting caught in his throat as he spoke, he didn’t trust anything coming out of his mouth. He knew he was going to make a fool of himself. “I’ll get the weed.”

Eddie left Kenna by herself in the middle of room as he went off to grab it from whatever hiding place he had it from his uncle.

A loud bang from the front caused her to left a squeal, which was heard by probably everyone in Hawkins which also made Eddie come back down

“Munson Man, I need my weed.” Kenna recognised that voice, anyone who went to Hawkins High knows that voice. It was Billy Hargrove.

“Wait, is that Billy? Eddie, I have to hide,he hates me because I’m Steve’s friend.” Kenna grabbed his arm before he could open the door, making Eddie look back at her.

“Hey it’s okay just sit over there and I’ll make sure he’s quick.” Eddie now had her hand in his, reassuring her that no harm was going to happen while he was here.

Kenna just nodded as she turned to walk over to the couch, trying to stay still as Eddie dealt with Billy.

Tonight was far from over though.

“Thanks man.” Kenna watched slowly as the scene unfolded in front of her, Eddie leaving Billy by the hallway entrance as he went to his room. Just leaving her and Billy by themselves in a small room.

“You're Kenna right? Harrington’s girlfriend.” Billy spoke up looking eyes with her but all she could do was shake her. “What one is wrong then? Use that pretty voice of yours.” Billy started to make his way over to her on Eddie’s couch.

“We are just best friends, that's all, strictly platonic.” The last bit got him smirking, the smirk he had seen reserved for Tina or Becky or any other girl at Hawkins.

“So is that why you are here at Munson was I interrupting him from.” “I’m just here for weed.” She cut him off before he could finish the sentence. “He’s teaching me how to smoke it too.” The last bit was more of whisper which Billy was just able to pick up.

Eddie had come back into the room with two bags of weed and some rolling papers. “$30 Hargrove.” Eddie said as he sat on the other side of the girl.

“Kenna was telling me how she was smoking for the first time and I think I might stay.”

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“Billy stop.” Kenna was laughing from something Billy had said about some bullshit Eddie didn’t care about. It had been like that for an hour. A whole hour where Eddie was sitting beside Kenna as she slowly got high and was starting to act differently .

If it was just them maybe he wouldn’t be so pissed off but the biggest jerk he knew was currently having his hands all on her without her caring in the world.

“You're so pretty.” She had leaned her head against the top cushioning of the sofa looking over at Billy making sure to bring her hand to his face. “You're hot in your skirts.” Billy had placed a hand underneath the fabric of the skirt, which didn’t go unnoticed by Eddie.

Kenna looked down at the way he had hiked up her skirt so it was sitting above her mid thigh, his hand massaging her thigh causing moans to escape her glossed lips.

Kenna slowly leaned into the touch bringing her hand to his hair as he also started leaning closer and closer towards her.

Before she knew it Billy had his lips pressed against hers, his other hand making it’s way to her waist whereas her hands were pulling him closer.

Eddie felt gross watching Billy Hargrove make out with a girl right beside him, watching how his hand disappeared under her skirt completely to do god knows what to her.

They eventually pulled apart giving her a chance to look at Eddie, her eyes filled with lust as Billy still had his hand on her.

She had gotten out of Billy’s grasp as she climbed on to Eddie’s lap taking him by surprise. Kenna proceeded to wrap her arms around his neck pulling him even closer.

“You looked lonely.”

Her soft lips met his, her perfect soft and warm lips were on his. Eddie was shocked from the action but soon reacted quickly by having a firm grasp on her hip holding her in place on his lap. He felt so intoxicated by the kiss he wanted more.

The moment was short lived when Billy leaned over and pulled back her hair to place kisses along her neck, sucking and biting at the right spots causing a series of moans falling from her and her to start grinding into Eddie.

“You are such a needy thing aren’t you?” Billy had grabbed her by the chin to make her face him, ripping her out of the kiss she shared with Eddie.

“Would you like if we both fucked you since you clearly threw yourself at both of us so easily?” Her green eyes filled with innocence along with lust and craving as she looked between both men before she nodded, not trusting how she would react.

Billy got up from the couch standing right in front of the girl, before he extended his hand for her to be pulled up. She looked at Eddie one last time before taking Billy’s hand and getting up from Eddie’s lap, no longer hiding how hard Eddie had gotten from the kiss.

“You coming Munson.?”

Kenna extended her free hand to him to grab, wanting him to join her. Eddie gave her another look before taking her hand in his, allowing himself to join in on whatever is going to happen.

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The moment they reached Eddie’s room Billy had her on the bed as he and Eddie stood on the edge looking down on her like she was prey. From this angle they saw a different side to Hawkin’s Gold girl.

Her hair was slightly messed up, blonde strands going in every direction, her lips puffy from the kisses she shared between the two of them and her neck covered in red marks from Billy.

And the night was far from over.

Kenna watched as Billy stripped of his shirt, chucking it in the corner, keeping his eyes on her at all times. “Take off your top.” Her hands started to shake as she slowly started to undo the buttons of her cardigan to only leave her in her bra and skirt.

“Stand up.” Billy commanded stepping back giving her space to stand up as she stood up he moved her so she had her back to him and was facing Eddie. “Take off her skirt, Munson.”

Eddie kneeled down running his hands up her legs stopping at her thigh before looking up at her to see Billy had completely discarded her bra and was playing with her hardened nipples. “What are you waiting for Munson? Not man enough for a girl like her.”

With his words Eddie had pulled down her skirt along with her panties, quickly to move his hands back to her thighs working there way up to her dripping sex, giving her one last look before he leaned forward to kiss where is hands were once.

“Eddie please.” Kenna moaned as she leaned on Billy for support. “You heard the girl Munson.” As soon as Billy spoke his last words, Eddie was quick to work his way up to her pussy, his tongue running through her folds before he found her clit, sucking at the bundles of the nerves.

“He’s just warming you up before I throw you on that bed and fuck you until you cannot walk.” Her moans came out more as a whimper at his words and Eddie’s current actions. “You can’t even speak you really that weak just from the freak eating you out what happens when you have cocks in you.”

Billy had ripped her out of Eddie’s grasp once again and pushed her on the bed once more leaving Eddie out of whatever he had planned. Because that was the thing with Billy he was dominant when it came to the bedroom and now it did not just not involve him but a third party.

He just had to make sure he was the center of Kenna’s attention, not Eddie. Eddie had already ‘fucked up’ his order by having the first taste and Billy wasn’t about to let him be the first to get his dick wet.

Eddie was left out of the equation for the second time that night by Billy, he just stood in the same spot he was left in, watching as Billy fully disacred the rest of his clothing. Watching as his fingers wandered towards where he once was, his thumb rubbing her clit and he thrusted into her, causing cries of pleasure.

Eddie had to find a way in, to get the attention he needed too.

Eddie quickly got unchanged as he was the last one to be left to strip down before he climbed onto the bed getting behind Kenna as Billy now had her sitting on his lap as continued to thrust up meeting her.

“You're so tight.” Billy gripped her hair tilting her head backwards to look into her eyes as they filled with tears. “Tell me what you want, use your words.”

“I want you to destroy me, both of you.’

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36 missed calls

Kenna looked down at her phone to see her screen filled with notifications from Robin and her mother, but more so Robin. Is it really the morning? Honestly the whole night was a blur from the moment she arrived at Eddie’s trailer to the making out with Billy on his couch and finally letting both of them fuck her until she could barely move.

“I didn’t know you were awake.” Eddie had walked into the room with nothing but a towel hugging his hips, his wet hair dripping everywhere. “I just woke up.” Kenna clutched the blanket closer to her body as she sat up slowly avoiding eye contact, as Eddie made his way to the chest of draws

“Billy left not too long after you fell asleep.” He spoke. “I went to get you water, it was pretty wild and you seemed so drained after but when I got back you were asleep so I let you sleep.” he added.

“Thank you Eddie.” Kenna gave him a small smile, quickly glancing up to see he was also trying to process whatever happened.

“If you want you can have a shower, I might not have any fancy Chanel body wash but if you wanna use that you can.”

“It’s okay, I have to meet some friends like at one for lunch.” She spoke softly.

“Oh okay, I’ll let you get changed then.” Eddie nodded and took a spare change of clothes before leaving the room and shutting the door.

Kenna threw herself back against the mattress as she felt tears starting to swell in her eyes. How did all this happen? What has changed from that night? Maybe this was a one off and nothing will change

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A/N I’ve never really wrote smut so this is a first for this and I’ve never written a threesome so please bare with me but there will be more smut maybe more threesome’s 😉 also if you have ideas you might want to see just tell me I am quite happy to see what you all want to see.

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'tis the damn season (part 2/4) | eddie munson X reader

this fic is part of a series and the previous parts must be read before: series masterlist | playlist

warnings: fem!reader - no physical description. no use of y/n. post s4 - canon divergence. recreational use of marijuana. implied smut (not described).

word count: 2.8k

a/n: hopping back into evermore, finally! i'm so, so sorry if you've been waiting for this one to update, i know it's been a long while but i'll try to come back to normal updates from now on. hope y'all like this, happy reading! don't forget to reblog and comment if you've enjoyed it! ♡

thanksgiving

07:32 p.m.

You parked the car without turning the engine off. You turned around and faced your siblings in the back seat, El giggling at something Will whispered in her ear.

“I’ll come by tomorrow, ten AM sharp, okay?”

“Can’t it be at noon?” El asked, you just shook your head no in response. “Ugh, fine. See you!” she’s getting too sassy. Mike’s a bad influence.

“Tell Eddie I said hi if you can keep your mouth out of his!” Your little brother snickered as they got out of the car, their backpacks in tow. You rolled your window down.

“William Byers!” you called out to him, but he just ignored you, linking arms with Eleven as they both giggled their way to the Wheeler’s door, where Mike was already waiting for them. You could see Nancy coming down the stairs behind him.

You heard a muffled laugh and turned to Jonathan on your right. He had his wrist on his mouth, trying to hide his delight. Unsuccessfully.

“Not you too.”

“You make it too easy!” His comeback made you roll your eyes as Nancy got into the back seat. You exchanged greetings and she leaned in to give Jon a peck on his cheek. “What’s with you and Munson, anyway?”

“Oh, we gossiping?” Nancy asked, her trademarked smirk on her lips, as she settled into her seat and you started driving again.

“Fuck you both.” You had a grin on your lips anyway. You turned to your brother just for a second before focusing on the road again. “And, to answer your question, I don’t know, okay? He’s nice, he’s fun, we get along. I like… being with him. Does it have to be more than that?”

“I dunno, do you want it to be more?” Jonathan asked back and you shrugged.

“We’re two thousand miles apart, man. Not much can happen with that distance.”

“But aren’t you coming back next year? Something could happen then,” Nancy gave her input. You bit the inside of your cheek. You hated being the center of the conversation.

“When that happens, I’ll think about it. Until then, I’ll just keep having fun. Privately, okay?!” You punched your brother’s arm lightly, and turned up the music on the radio, marking the end of that chat.

It didn’t take too long for you to arrive at Steve’s house after that, and as you parked your car next to his in the driveway, he was already opening the front door. You exited the car and Jonathan handed you the bowls he was holding so he could retrieve other stuff from the trunk.

“Welcome home,” Steve greeted you with a bear hug, and Robin got the bowls from your hands so you could hug him back.

“Happy thanksgiving, Stevie. Mom sent you some leftovers.” You let go of him to go into the kitchen, where Robin was putting your mom’s packed goods into Harrington’s fridge. You greeted her too after she finished.

Steve walked right behind you as you saw Nancy and Jonathan head over to the living room with board games and VHS tapes in hands. Harrington handed you one of the aprons that were hanging from pineapple-shaped hooks beside the kitchen entrance.

“What we cookin’?” you asked, tying a not on the back of your neck as Steve put on his own apron.

He smiled. “You get started on the guacamole, I’ll get started on the cake.”

“Deal.” You winked as each of you turned to a countertop to start your tasks.

08:51 p.m.

The doorbell rang and Steve was too busy icing the cake, so he asked you to answer it. You looked over at the living room on your way to the door and saw that Robin was taking a nap while Jon and Nance were playing cards.

He was already smiling when you opened the double door. “Hey, princess.”

“Seriously, Eddie? Princess again?” You took a step to the side to give him room and as he walked in beside you he gave you a noisy, wet kiss on the cheek.

“You’re just too cute when annoyed. Happy Thanksgiving!” he announced as he stepped into the kitchen, stocking the beers he had brought into the fridge before giving Steve a hug. “Oh, nice!” He dipped a finger into the icing of the cake, earning a slap from Harrington, but he smiled nonetheless as he tasted the sweet whipped cream.

“You’re late.” Steve pointed the spreader he was using at Eddie, who shrugged.

“Fashionably late.”

“No, just late late.” He finished the basic decoration on the cake and put it away in the fridge. “Help us bring the food to the living room,” he asked Eddie as you were already fetching the bowl with the guacamole. The pizzas you and Robin had made were almost ready in the oven too. Eddie got the chips and sauces, and Steve got the fries and condiments after hanging his apron where it belonged.

You kicked Robin’s foot as you walked into the living room, and laughed as she woke up startled.

“Not again!” Your brother whined, throwing his cards on the floor between him and his girlfriend.

“You have to work on your poker face, Jonathan.” Nance smirked at him, and, despite his loss at the game, he shot her heart-eyes that were equally cute and disgusting.

The three of them said hi to Eddie as you sat on the couch. He followed, sitting right beside you and fetching something from his backpack. “I brought edibles!” he exclaimed, the goofiest smile on his face.

“Do you ever do activities that don’t involve weed?” Steve asked, and Eddie repeated what he asked in a funny voice with a grimace on his face.

“Yes, I do, but weed makes everything more fun. Don'tcha wanna have fun, big boy?” Eddie answered and asked, throwing a wrapped-up brownie in Harrington’s direction.

“Yeah, whatever, Munson,” he replied, already opening the plastic around the brownie so he could take a bite. You rolled your eyes with a smirk on your lips.

“Will you two quit bickering?” Nancy scolded playfully. “What are we going to watch first?” she asked as she and Jon settled on a bean bag and Steve sat on the ground, between Eddie’s and Robin’s legs.

Eddie was way too close to you, unnecessarily so with all the space in the huge couch, but the warmth radiating from his body was in no way a bother.

“Breakfast Club!” Robin answered Nance’s question, earning a nod from you and Steve, a shrug from Jon and a groan from the boy beside you.

“Shut up, John Bender.” You elbowed Eddie and he faked offense like he usually did when you’d provoke him, making you chuckle.

Robin crawled her way over to the VHS player so she could put in the movie of choice. Eddie handed you your own brownie after distributing the others. Yours had a different wrapping, a paper with heart-shaped skulls and a bow of your favorite color. You giggled and thanked him quietly as the movie was beginning. You all settled more comfortably on your seats, and if your thigh rested slightly over Eddie’s, it was a complete accident.

12:21 a.m.

Munchies had hit and been satisfied, all the food you’d prepared was gone including your shares of Steve’s cake - you forced the rest of your friends to leave at least a small part of it so you could bring home and share with your siblings later. You had watched two whole movies and began a third one, but everyone started dozing off after a while. At some point you woke up and went to the bathroom, deciding after to go outside instead of heading back to the living room.

It was a chilly night, and you clasped your cardigan tighter around yourself as you sat by the edge of the pool. It was heated, you could see the fog rising from the water; and even though nobody used it, its maintenance apparently made no difference in the Harringtons’ fat budget, so it was kept filled, clean, and working.

You dipped your fingers and played with the warm water as you let your sight get lost in the woods in front of you, on the other side of the garden. It still creeped you out, but much less than it used to - to look at the forest at night, having no idea what could hide in its darkness.

You got lost in your thoughts for what felt like a long time before you heard the door sliding behind you. His citric shampoo smell instantly hit your nose, and you grinned, not looking at him until he sat down beside you, legs crossed just as yours were.

“Doing some thinking?” he asked, and you nodded. “We all woke up a while ago. I mean, can’t say if Robin’s actually awake, she seems to be in-between.”

“At least we figured out that weed shuts her off. Something had to do it.” You both chuckled.

“How come I’m the only one who wanted to come outside? I invited them.” It was weird that he didn’t know this by now, have they not explained? But you answered anyway.

“Well, this is where it all first started for them. Barb, Nancy’s best friend and the Upside Down’s second victim after Will, was caught and killed by a demogorgon here, while she and Steve were… inside. Jonathan was lurking around with his camera, searching for our brother, and took some pictures but missed the exact moment Barb was taken. It’s not a nice place for them to be,” you explained, and Eddie only nodded and looked down at his hands.

You were both silent for a while again, but it didn’t feel right. Eddie seemed restless, fidgeting with his rings more than usual. Maybe he was coming down from his high, but you sensed he wanted to talk.

“How was Thanksgiving?” You indulged a conversation, and he looked at you, big soft brown eyes and a sweet smile that felt grateful.

You talked about your holidays, how he and Wayne spent it with Dustin and Claudia. And how you spent it as a big family, the now Hopper-Byers, your house full and how it felt amazing to be surrounded by so much love. And that you looked forward to it again on Christmas.

“Maybe you and Wayne can come by then,” you invited, he smiled sweetly and nudged you on the shoulder.

You talked about your work and the college apartment you shared with colleagues. He didn’t seem interested in pursuing college, but seemed interested in what you had to say about it anyway. He talked about how his uncle got him a minor job at the plant, and how he hated it but needed new ways to provide money after the whole witch hunting thing - not many people wanted to buy drugs from him anymore, if he was being honest he wanted to quit doing it altogether; and The Hideout was only allowing a presentation a month for Corroded Coffin instead of the weekly one they used to have.

You talked about your californian friends and how you liked them, but missed your friends from Hawkins and the way only they were able to completely understand you - having been through the horrors you’ve seen together. And he talked about how, yes, that made too much of a difference, and how their bond was strong and they relied on each other completely, were there for each other at all times, no questions asked. He felt safe, and cared for, and trusted and trusting. And it felt good.

Not long after that, Robin showed up too - not having any personal problems with Steve’s pool - and you talked about other topics, how she was now a college attendee and how different it was from High School. You didn’t linger on the topic much more, not wanting to exclude Eddie - even though he didn’t seem bothered - and talked about many other things. It felt amazing being with them again.

Steve only put his head outside the door to call you to enter the house and sleep, because it was getting late already. You all entered, and changed to more comfortable clothes. The house had infinite bedrooms, apparently, and everyone was assigned their own - well, Robin was assigned her own, Jon and Nance were assigned one and you and Eddie were assigned another.

You rolled your eyes at Steve’s smirk as he announced you and Eddie would share a bed, wondering why everyone was acting like teenagers about this. But then Eddie was so excited and clasped your hand and pulled you so hard up the stairs towards your designated guest room that you couldn’t help but laugh out loud at his antics.

And if he kept his face buried in your neck and a hand on your mouth to keep you both from being too loud until sunrise, well, that was no one’s business.

———

Dearest Older Byers,

Steve decided against calling the whole party for his Thanksgiving get-together. Said he wants something where only adults are aloud (are we really adults, though? I still feel like I’m a lost 15 year old sometimes), so no teens to bug us all night. We’re probably gonna watch some movies, eat some pizzas, smoke and drink ‘till we go a little coo-coo. You know, like adults. Maybe I’ll get to drunkly make out with you, does that sound okay?

Wayne decided to improve the cabin, after I talked his ass off about it. I feel grateful, but also kinda guilty about keeping the bedroom. I don’t want him to sleep on a couch or a foldable bed for the rest of his life, y’know. The new job plus the sweet, sweet government money can help us with that. So we’re building him a bedroom - that’s all for now. But I think we can make a mansion out of that cabin someday.

People are still assholes to me in the streets - I don’t mind it much. But I fear for the rest of Hellfire. Specially the boys from the band, who don’t know jackshit about the Upside Down. I hate dragging them into my crap. And I hate that I can’t tell them the truth. They seem to know there are stuff I’m not telling them, but they also seem to know it’s for the best. They never ask about it. Wish I could be honest, though.

Do you think you can convince Argyle to come this time? Steve says he misses having someone to talk to about having, quote unquote, great hair. As if I’m not right fucking here. Asshole. I have great hair. But Argyle’s a cool guy, I think you should try harder to bring him. Just kidnap him or something, I can give you tips. I’ll tell your brother to ask him to come as well. We’ll keep kidnapings as a final resource.

Is this letter too long?

Well, see ya in a few weeks, milady. Can’t wait!

Warmest regards,

Eddie The Banished.

———

Dearest Older Byers,

You’ve barely left and Steve’s already crying on my shoulder about missing you. So is Will, every Hellfire meeting. Can’t say I blame them. You’re a missable person. Is that a word? Wouldn’t know, I’ve failed English three times. Fuck that. But Steve finally agreed to join a campaign after Will begged him to, cause it was supposed to be you playing but you guys didn’t had the time. So, that’s how big your impact is around here. Made The King of Hawkins High play D&D.

It’s getting hard to work on the cabin as the weather gets colder, but we have to finish it before real winter arrives. Wayne’s gotta have his own bedroom by then, for fucks sake. We’re doing alright with it, though. I’ve learned I’m really good at woodworking. Huh. I’m totally gonna show off to you once you’re back. Sounds like a good seduction tactic.

Yesterday, at the utility store, the guy in the register - he looked like the owner - complimented my choice in tools and even though he seemed to recognize me, he wasn’t a prick. Asked me if I needed a job. I have to call him back yet, but I’m really thinking about it. I fucking hate the plant. And I don’t hate tools as much.

Christmas can’t come fast enough. I’m talking to Wayne about spending it at yours. I think it’ll be a positive. Bet you’ll look real pretty under Christmas lights (prettier than usual), so I really hope he agrees.

See ya in a few. Can’t fucking wait.

Warmest regards,

Eddie The Banished

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I need the next part to the costumer’s always right like yesterday. The roller coaster this story is sending me through is insane. :’)))))

THE CUSTOMER'S ALWAYS RIGHT | family vacation

summary: the gang takes a brief break from the chaos of hawkins and spends a weekend at lake lemon. you and eddie find that it's difficult to be in love and babysit at the same time. (10k)

pairing: virgin!eddie munson / f!reader

tags: experienced!reader, idiots in love (road trip edition), newly established relationship, r's nickname is peach, eddie wants to kiss you but the kids think it's gross :(, the fluffiest chapter yet i dare say, steve in his babysitter era, the gangs all here! TW probable typos, very brief mentions of abusive relationships, briefer mentions of b*lly h*rgrove, talks of sexual/romantic insecurities

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It’s t-minus seven minutes until spring break, and you’re spending it with Steve The Hair Harrington.

The parking lot of Hawkins High is relatively empty, filled only with vacant cars and whipping wind that carries the scent of mowed grass and blue skies — the promise of a soon summer. Without your friends and other strangers to fill the quiet with their resounding laughter and booming voices, the strip of concrete is sleepy and silent.

You and Steve turn it all to velvet.

On the hood of his Beamer, you sit with your chins tilted to the sky. Puffy white clouds glide eastward against a blanket of sapphire, and the two of you try to make shapes out of them. Giving meaning to globs of disfigured marshmallows in the sky is a lost art, if you had anything to say about it.

“Aw, that one looks like a heart!” you awe, feeling like a child again as you point to the pretty cloud for Steve to see.

He doesn’t find as much joy in the mundane as you seem to. He only agreed to do it because you asked so nicely — “Wanna watch the clouds with me, Stevie?” you’d said, followed by a drawn-out “Please?” when he initially denied you.

Besides, it was a pretty alright way to pass the time. Steve always said he lacked the organ that produced patience in other people; seven minutes tend to go by like seven hours for him. Especially when there’s nothing to do but make things out of a bunch of clouds that don’t look like anything to begin with. It’s like a test with no wrong answers that he’s failing somehow anyway.

The boy follows your finger and squints at the sky. “I don’t know. Looks sorta like a penis to me.”

“Steve!” you scold, shoving him with a halfhearted hand. Your brows pinch in horror like he’s just tainted your innocent fun.

His face twists in confusion. “What?”

“That’s obviously a heart.”

“No,” Steve insists like a bickering older sibling. Despite his initial lack of enthusiasm, he presses his shoulder into yours and points his own finger toward the vaguely shaped penis-heart cloud. “That’s the tip right there, see? And those are the balls,” he explains, somewhat crass, as he traces the rounded top of the heart you’d identified.

He scoffs like he can’t believe you can’t see it. “I mean, seriously, Peach. You should see it more clearly than I do.”

“Why?” you challenge with a squint.

Steve only rolls his eyes in response. He knows where this is going. You’ll never pass up the chance to take the piss out of him.

“Because I’m a slut?” you continue, obviously joking, but with a perfected look of offense twisting your features. “Is that it, Steve Harrington? You think I’m a disgusting wh—”

“Alright! That’s enough.”

A giggle spills from your mouth at his scolding. As funny as it is to mock him, it always feels a little rewarding to know he doesn’t find it as amusing as you do — or the rest of Hawkins, for that matter.

He huffs, impatient and irritable. “God, you’re so annoying…”

“I know,” you lilt with a too sweet smile as you tilt your head to your shoulder.

The fleeting thought that you can’t wait to annoy him on your weekend getaway passes the plane of your mind, and you remember to ask— “Wait, you packed your shit, right? ‘Cause we definitely aren’t going to make it to Lake Lemon before dark if we have to spend three hours helping you pack your hair products, Stevie.”

“Yes, I packed my shit. Mom.”

Your brows raise, not believing him. He’s rarely ever so responsible on the first go around. Not without a little push from someone — you mainly, Robin on occasion, and his parents whenever they care enough to check on him.

“So you have enough socks and underwear to last until Monday?”

“Yes.”

“And you brought the booze?”

“Yep,” he nods, popping the p. “The alcohol was the first thing I packed, actually.”

“And you have your toothbrush and deodorant and shower stuff?”

He opens his rosy mouth to answer in the affirmative but shuts it again, quickly like a fish. His brows furrow and his lips jut softly out as he thinks to himself. “…Shit,” he answers without really answering.

“At least that’s sorta stuff you can buy on the way there,” you tell him, giggling. “Won’t have to drive three hours back from Lake Lemon for your Farah Fawcett hairspray— ‘cause I absolutely know you would, so there’s no use in arguing with me.”

He doesn’t

Instead, he fiddles with the silver Zippo in his right hand and changes the subject. “Speaking of Lake Lemon,” he singsongs, his sheepish gaze flitting between the lighter and you. “It’s not, like, super weird that I invited Nancy, is it?”

Your brows furrow. An awkward giggle tumbles from your mouth. “No?”

“It’s just— you invited Max and her friends, and I figured Eddie was coming too because, you know, you’re…” His face screws up as he tries to think of the right word. You lean in closer to him, an anticipatory smile on your lips. “Canoodling or whatever. And I just didn’t want Nancy to be left out of the loop. That’s all.”

“And why would that be weird?”

“Well, because— I don’t know, okay? I just wasn’t sure if you guys have spoken since… everything.”

He says it like it was an armageddon or something similarly catastrophic that changed the course of the history of the world. Maybe not the world — just yours. His, too, in a way.

For a while, it ruined you. The thought of never being truly loved ate you alive and left hardly more than bones and strips of flesh in its wake. You found Billy after it spat you out, and god, you thought you were finally becoming whole again. Really, though, you were just holding onto the absence in your heart as though it were another life.

Then everything from before just kept on ruining you.

But now you’ve got Eddie.

And Eddie kisses you even though you taste like heartache. Eddie makes you feel like your lips shouldn’t be anywhere except his mouth. Eddie is the golden sunlight that streams in through an open window, and you stand amid the flaxen streams — safe and warm and whole again.

Now, you exist in two places — where you stand now and wherever Eddie may be. You don’t belong to the past anymore. Tragedy isn’t your religion anymore. Instead, you pick your teeth with the shards of bone agony left behind and find new faith in the crooks of Eddie’s body.

The everything from before stops feeling so heavy. It’s still cold at times, but in the spring sort of way. Now you love so hard you could weep.

“That was a long time ago, Steve,” you assure him, smiling. He’s almost surprised by its sincerity. “We’ve all moved on since then. It’s not weird, okay? I promise.”

“Okay…” the boy wavers, nodding with a grin that doesn’t meet his eyes.

You wonder if he just doesn’t believe you. Or if he hasn’t entirely moved on.

The bell rings. It’s harsh and shrill, even from where the two of you sit across the parking lot. The muddled voices of a sea of teenagers come muffled at first before breaking into an all-out swell of a thousand incoherent conversations. Kids flood through the front doors in packs.

Steve’s kids, namely.

Dustin is the first of them. His voice is distinct as he migrates through the masses to where your car is parked next to Steve’s on the other side of the lot.

“This is gonna be the best spring break ever!” he shouts, smiling with a mouthful of braces.

It makes you smile, too. How could you not? This curly-headed boy is practically sunshine incarnate.

Steve, who’s gotten too used to the yelling to find it as cute as you do, only rolls his eyes in return. His sneaker-clad feet scuff against the concrete when he descends from the hood of his car.

“Alright. Take it down a few notches, okay?” the boy grouses, waving his hands in front of him. “I’m not driving three hours to Lake Lemon with your hyper ass in the back the whole way.”

Dustin’s grin fades into an unimpressed deadpan when two of Steve’s fingers tap the blue brim of his Thinking Cap.

“Well, I’m riding with Eddie, so...” the younger boy trails off, flashing his middle finger and a sugary sweet smile.

Steve’s brows pinch, almost in offense. “Wait— then, who’s all going with who?”

“Me, Lucas, and Max are going with Eddie and Peach. And Mike and El are riding with you and Robin.”

“Oh, great. I get the lovebirds,” Steve monotones, hands rising and falling at his sides in exasperation.

A deep, feminine, and familiar voice pierces the jumbled sounds of the forming crowd. “It’s better than suffering two hours in Eddie’s van,” Robin quips with a rouge-tinted smirk as she appears from the horde alongside the boy himself. The two walk side-by-side with duffle bags slung over their shoulders.

Eddie Munson fakes a pout and nudges the girl with a leather-clad shoulder. “Rude.”

A beam breaks out on your face at the sight of the boy, like sunshine to rain clouds. You hop down from Steve’s hood and rush to him without thinking. He nearly topples over at the force you launch yourself at him with. His arms wrap around you to keep you pressed against him.

His laugh fans against your cheek. “Well, hello to you, too, sweetheart.”

Your nose nestles into his umber curls as you embrace him. He smells like cigarette smoke and floral hair detangler — familiar like a house you’ve lived in all your life.

“How’d it go?” you ask once you’ve pulled back from him. Not enough to let him go, of course, just enough to see the smile he looks at you with.

His grin widens and his chocolate eyes swim with a boyish excitement that makes your chest swell. “C plus, baby,” he singsongs lowly. “Ms. O’Donnell thinks if I can pass the final, I might actually graduate.”

“That’s amazing, Eds!” you beam, laughing in pure mirth as your hands reach for his glowing cheeks. “I’m so proud of you!”

You smack the most innocent of pecks upon his rosy mouth.

Robin groans from where she’s planted herself at Steve’s side. “God, I am so glad you graduated already. I could not suffer this for eight hours every day.”

You roll your eyes at her dramatics, then look back to Eddie with a quieter smile. “I’m so proud of you,” you repeat, just for him to hear.

He tilts his head to his shoulder, somehow both shy and smug at the same time. “Thanks, babe.”

The rest of the kids file out shortly after. Max comes first — the redheaded raincloud she always is — and Lucas follows later with Mike at his side. The former boy sports a bright green letterman jacket, while the latter wears an obviously unwashed Hellfire Club tee.

The seven of you crowd around Steve’s Beamer, anxious to leave the parking lot and the rest of Hawkins behind — even if it’s only for a few days.

“Alright,” the oldest boy announces as he claps his hands together. “Everybody ready to go?”

“I have to drop by my place to get my bag,” you tell him.

He squints his honey eyes at you. “You were just bitching about me not packing, and you don’t even have your bag?”

“I have to drop my car off anyway, dork.”

“Hey,” Eddie interjects with furrowed brows. The arm around your shoulder tightens. “Turn down the dirty talk, okay? There are kids present.”

With pale arms crossed over her chest — always on the defensive, just in case — Max tucks a rogue piece of auburn hair behind her ear and turns to you. “My mom packed some of my stuff this morning,” she tells you and doesn’t explain anything further.

It’s not like she has to, anyway.

Her sneakers sit by your door every night, and her jacket gets hung up with yours. Her spare clothes now sit in a folded-up pile by the couch, and you wash her laundry along with yours and Eddie’s. Your tiny apartment, which certainly wasn’t built for three bodies and a cat, has become more of a home to her than the one on Cherry Lane ever was.

No one else needs to know that, though.

“I’ll swing by and get it on the way,” you promise.

She nods with a tightlipped, barely there smile. You take it as a silent thank you.

When no one else comments about a missing bag or any other hiccup that might give Steve an aneurysm, Dustin grins. “Alright, gang,” he beams, clapping and rubbing his hands together. “Divide and conquer.”

“Wait, wait, wait—” Steve protests when everyone starts to split up.

Dustin, Max, and Lucas are already headed toward Eddie’s van. The former’s hand stills on the handle at his words. Robin, who’s already rounded the maroon Beamer for the passenger side, hears him but ducks into the seat anyway.

“Wheeler. Where’s your sister.”

“Uh, the newspaper… I think,” he answers with the practiced ambiguity of a teenage boy. He shrugs. “There’s some stuff she has to care of. She said she’d drive up when she got done.”

Steve huffs, feigning exasperation to cover his bleeding heart. “Why am I the only one ever ready for these things?”

“You’re not,” you tease with a laugh. “You forgot to pack, like, the most important shit a person is supposed to pack.”

“Yeah, well, no one asked you, Peach,” Steve squints in the place of any actual response.

“Wow. Great comeback, Harrington.”

“Bite me—”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie grumbles at the bickering. It’s harmless banter more than anything — a couple of venomous-sounding words coming from sincere smiles. The boy tightens his grip on you and leads you toward his van. “Stop flirting.”

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It feels strange, being back on Cherry Lane.

You haven’t been here since the last code black a while ago. You never had a reason to be. You weren’t exactly looking for one, either. But now, here you are, standing on the doorstep of the guy who broke your heart and ringing his goddamn doorbell.

A sickeningly familiar feeling knots the pit of your stomach. It’s like you’re walking back into the war he put you through, even though you’re still cleaning the bloodshed off your hands — just like you did every time you took him back, over and over and over again.

You’re grateful that it’s Max’s mom opening the door and not her brother. More so that she’s already got the duffle bag in hand, so you don’t have to come inside.

The white of the canvas tote has gone brown with time. The pink strap of it is faded and missing a couple of sequins. The girl’s name is written on the front in hand-drawn block letters, doodled all over with the finesse of someone much younger than she is now.

“Hi,” you smile, just to be polite. It shakes at the edges.

Susan smiles back, tightlipped and pink-mouthed. “Hey,” she mutters kindly back as she steps onto the porch with you. The screen door clangs shut behind her. She tucks an amber strand of hair behind her ear with her free hand when a spring breeze rolls through.

She looks a lot like Max. Freckled face, strong jaw, pouted mouth. She’s pretty in the way her daughter is pretty, too — effortlessly so, without even trying to be.

Even in baggy jeans and frizzy hair, something about Susan is still so beautiful. It’s not even the simple kind of beauty, either. It’s the kind that forces you to stand in wonder of it, unworthy but unable to look away. It’s the kind of beauty that seems almost sad — like a bright flame snuffed down to only embers.

You don’t need to question whose boot crushed her spirit.

“I think everything’s in here,” the mother explains as she hands the bag over. “I packed her a few extra clothes just in case— oh, and tell her that her Stuffy’s in there, too.”

“Stuffy?” you echo with furrowed brows and a curious smile.

“It’s a stuffed rabbit her dad got her when she was born. She’ll probably hate me for putting it in there, but I know she still sleeps with it sometimes, so…”

You realize, then, that so much of what you learn about Max hardly comes from the girl herself. She’s too closed off most of the time. If you really want to know her, you have to care enough to look. But even then, it takes a sort of X-ray vision.

You know when she’s fighting with Billy again, not because she ever tells you, but because she’s got a Kate Bush tape in her walkman. If it’s a particularly bad fight — the red and orange kind — you know it because Running Up That Hill is playing at full volume.

You can tell when she’s lying when she can’t look you in the eye. You can tell she’s happy when stars twinkle in the ocean blue of them.

When she can’t stand physical affection, it’s because she’s had a particularly shitty day — but when she’s touching you, it means she’s excited about something or another.

You know her dad bought her the skateboard she rides like a baby blue Cadillac because she patches it up with duct tape instead of buying a new one. Their identical initials — M.M + M.M — are carved into the bottom, too, though faded with time.

And you always assumed she slept with a stuffed animal because she sleeps with her arms crossed like she’s used to holding something in them. You’ll often find her on your couch in the smallest hours of the morning, using Bowie as a replacement for a piece of her childhood.

God, you love learning new things about Max Mayfield.

Especially the things she’d rather die than tell you.

“Okay,” you nod with a terribly fought-back grin. “I’ll let her know.”

“And you’ll be back on Monday, right?”

“Yeah. Probably sometime early. I’ll call you.”

Susan nods despite still looking a little apprehensive about the whole. She crosses her arms over her chest. Her manicured nails fidget against the oversized flannel she wears.

“Can you ask her to come over when she gets back?” the mother wonders with a grimace like it’s much to ask. Her brows pinch and her anxiety-bitten mouth forms a tight line. “I know she probably won’t want to — and I don’t blame her, but…” she huffs and runs a hand through her hair, pushing back her bushy auburn bangs. “If you could maybe give her a little push, that’d be great.”

“I’ll, uh… I’ll try,” you promise with a wavering grin.

Both of you know that Max is too stubborn for any sort of push — the big or the small variety. You also know she’s too terrified of Cherry Lane to come back to it just yet.

“And just, you know, look out for her while she’s gone, okay?”

“Of course.”

Susan scoffs, shaking her head at herself like she’s just stuck her foot in her mouth. “That was— That was stupid of me. You’ve been watching over her this whole time. I shouldn’t have… I’m sorry.”

You smile, more sincerely this time. A look of sympathy melts your features. You find the woman’s supposed blunder more beguiling than offensive.

“It’s fine. I get it.”

“I know you probably think I’m a terrible mom—”

“Not at all,” you argue, meeting her sheepish grin with a look stern in its kindness. “I think you’re a person in a situation that’s hard to get out of. I know... I know what that’s like.”

The both of you share smiles of understanding that only two people who’ve weathered similar circumstances can muster. The snuffed-out embers, deep black rainclouds, and the like.

“Remind her to call me when she gets there,” Susan pleas, tilting her head to her shoulder. “I know she’ll forget otherwise.”

“I’ll tell her,” you promise.

Because you do know that. Max often needs to be reminded of most things — not because she refuses to do them, but because her mind has a way of distracting her. Her consciousness seems to float every which way, making it much more difficult to focus. Sometimes you think she lives in her head more than in her own house.

You wonder if that’s how her mom is surviving Cherry Lane and the Hargroves.

God knows that’s how you did it.

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Eddie’s van is already parked in your apartment complex, right by the stairs that lead to your door.

It’s more strange for it not to be there these days. You expect it, in fact — in the same way you expect your house to feel like your house. It’s comforting because it’s familiar. When Eddie’s not there, it’s like something is out of place. Missing. And even though you can’t quite tell what, you can feel it.

When Eddie’s not there, it’s not home.

He and the small group of kids he chauffeured fill your tiny apartment with their bustling bodies and animated conversation. It’s hardly more than muddled cross-talk, though. They all make comments over one another, each louder than the one that came before it, in attempts to be heard.

It’s all muffled until you open the door.

It practically slaps you in the face right after.

Max is cradling Bowie on the sofa. Just behind her, you can see Lucas and Dustin in the kitchen. They laugh over themselves at a joke you hadn’t heard. Eddie must’ve been the one to tell it because he’s got this proud grin on his face as he turns on his heel to meet you at the door.

“Make yourselves at home, I guess,” you singsong to him — like your full apartment doesn’t make your heart feel a thousand times fuller.

When you spend enough time shutting yourself out from the rest of the world, you forget what it’s like to be in it. Eddie’s reminding you all over again. Max, too. And all of their strange little friends you’re starting to learn more about.

“Sorry,” he apologizes not-so-sincerely. His umber curls bunch at his shoulder as he tilts his head and scrunches his nose. “Had to take a whiz.”

“I was just teasing,” you giggle.

You smack a kiss to his cheek and head to your bedroom for your bag, dropping Max’s at her feet along the way. “Dustin wants to know if he can have some snacks,” the redhead tells you as you walk by her.

“Shut up, Max!” the curly-haired boy calls from the kitchen.

“Of course,” you answer. “Take everything. I don’t care.”

Eddie laughs as he follows you down the hallway. “Do not say that, sweetheart. Because he will take everything.”

Two bags wait for you on the edge of your mattress — a rucksack complete with clothes and bathing suits and spare shoes at the bottom, and a tote full of toiletries. Neither is completely full, but you’ve checked them a million times to know they weren’t lacking anything, either.

If there was anything you were, it was an efficient packer.

Well, maybe slut first. Then human being second. And then maybe Eddie Spaghetti enthusiast third. But efficient packer was a close fourth.

You strap one bag over your shoulder and curl the other in the crook of your elbow. “Well, I don’t want him to be hungry. This drive is gonna be hell enough as it is. That’s exactly why I made us sandwiches, so make fun of me all you want—” Your absentminded rambles are halted when you spin on your heel and find Eddie’s mouth on yours.

His fingers grip the sides of your shoulders as he ducks down to kiss you. His rosy mouth engulfs your own and you freeze, shocked by the sudden affection. You melt into him a moment later with a sigh against his cupid’s bow. Eddie’s smile curls against your lips accordingly.

It’s certainly not a peck, but it’s not obscene enough to be described as anything more. It’s innocent and passionate, as most of his kisses tend to be. He uses them to say words he can’t voice out loud. — sort of like his ringed fingers do when they strum his guitar. Eddie kisses you like music.

Your eyes flutter slowly open when he pulls away from you. “What was that for?”

“Because I know I’m not gonna be able to kiss you for a while,” the boy grieves with a sad, crooked grin. His wide palms rub the sides of your arm up and down. “And I’m a little afraid I might die.”

“Well, we better make the last one count then, huh?” you tease, grinning as you curl your free arm around his waist.

The boy beams.

He kisses you breathless a second later.

After one last look through your apartment and several goodbye kisses to your begrudging cat, you lock up and head downstairs again. Steve pulls in, then, with one more passenger than he had before.

El Hopper sits in his backseat. You’re almost sure she’s never been outside of Hawkins before, but you know for certain she’s never been without her dad.

Jim was less than willing to let her go. Cabin in the woods, no parental supervision, all alone with her boyfriend? It’s quite literally a recipe for disaster. But he trusted you to look after her just like you trusted him to check in on Bowie (though, according to him, the comparison wasn’t at all the same).

You told him not to worry. That he should be more concerned about booking a flight to California and stopping Joyce from moving across the country. You told him he needs to convince her to stay before she’s in too deep to listen.

“…How the hell am I supposed to do that?” he’d groused across the table at Enzo’s.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “You did it for me before. You could do it again.”

His iceberg resolve nearly melts. “Alright, don’t get cute. I already said El could go. You don’t have to keep trying to win me over.”

Steve gathers the now nine of you in the parking lot. You form a measly half-circle around him, neither of you particularly caring about his assured rant but allowing him to get it out of his system anyway.

“Okay, every pay attention, alright? This is serious. I’m responsible for you little shits — if something happens to you, that’s on me. So, listen up—”

Eddie lingers just behind you, warm and reassuring. The leather-clad arms he’s crossed over his chest brush against your back when he leans closer to you. His breath fans against your jaw as he whispers in your ear. “All he needs is a fanny pack and some sandals. Then he’d be in real dad mode.”

“Eddie,” Steve scolds, unsmiling. “I’m talking to you.”

You swallow down your laughter.

“Dustin, Lucas, and Max — you’re riding with Eddie and Peach. Mike and El, you’re with me and Robin. And no canoodling in the backseat, understand? That’s an order.”

The raven-haired boy chuckles as the girl tucks her smile behind his arm. She embraces the lanky limb most ardently. “Canoodling?” Mike echoes in a scoff.

Steve, unimpressed and totally serious, only glares. “I swear to god, I’ll tell Hopper, alright? If you wanna make out, wait until we get there.” He points a stern finger in the boy’s direction, then turns his attention to the rest of the group.

“We’re taking 870 to avoid city traffic which means it’s gonna take us a little longer to get there. There’s a rest stop at one of the exits, so we can fuel up and use the bathroom and get something to eat. So don’t ask when we’re stopping, ��cause we’re not, Henderson.”

Dustin raises his middle finger in response.

“See?” you lilt quietly to Eddie. “This is why I brought sandwiches…”

The boy huffs. “Yeah. I probably should’ve listened to you when you said he’d be all… like this.”

“You know I’m never wrong,” you tease.

A sly smile tugs at your lips. It takes everything in him not to kiss it.

“—And Eddie, drive the speed limit, okay? It’s not the Indy 300.”

“Indy 500, dingus,” Robin corrects. She leans coolly against his car, sneaker propped up against the backseat door as she picks at her chipping maroon-colored nails.

Steve rolls his eyes, but doesn’t divert his tirade.

“If you get pulled over, it’ll just make the drive take longer, and we’ll miss the check-in time, alright? Peach paid half, so if she isn’t there on time, we don’t get the keys, and we’re living like bums in the woods for three days.”

“Yes, sir,” Eddie singsongs, obviously insincere, as his arms wrap around your shoulders. He embraces you loosely at the neck and presses his cheek into your temple. “Get Peach there in one piece,” he reiterates. “I think I can do that.”

Steve huffs. His unsmiling honey eyes flit to you. He points to Eddie and talks to you like he isn’t standing behind you. “Keep him on a leash, alright? No way I’m going the whole weekend like this.”

“Ooh. A leash?” the wild-haired boy lilts with a mischievous grin. His lips brush your ear as he murmurs something only you can hear. “I like that sound of that.”

“I’m sure you do, perv,” you joke in response. Your elbow digs into his ribcage, jabbing him softly to part from him. He rubs at his side as you head towards his van. You call to the rest of the group on the way: “We should head out now before Steve loses his mind.”

Eddie’s shoes scuff the pavement as he follows behind you. “I, for one, would love to see that.”

“Good thing we have all weekend, then, huh?” Max deadpans with a playful glint in the blue of her eye.

“I heard that!”

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The first half-hour of the drive goes by like nothing.

You’re a bit embarrassed to know you spent its entirety gazing so longingly at the boy in the driver’s seat.

It was only supposed to be a glance — a small peek at his profile and his ringed fingers thrumming against the worn pleather of his steering wheel before turning away again and grinning to yourself like a schoolgirl at how cute he was. Now you’re nearly halfway-halfway into the drive, and you spent it all ogling.

You’re not sure what was so beguiling about Eddie nodding his head to The Cure or what was so attractive about his pale hands drumming to the beat and the way his metal rings glimmered beneath the setting sun. You only knew that you couldn’t look away from any of it.

“This is stranger than I thought…” he sings to himself, not exactly trying to sound great but not sounding bad either. You can only hear him if you watch his pink mouth croon each word. You do a terrible job of pretending not to be staring at him. “Six different ways inside my heart…”

Dustin pokes his head between the front seats so suddenly it makes you jolt.

His round face conceals your view of Eddie as he sets his elbows beside the headrests.“Can I have one of those sandwiches you were talking about earlier?” he asks.

“We’ve only been driving for forty minutes!” Eddie laughs.

“I’m hungry,” the boy argues with his brows pinched together. “Sue me.”

“Of course, you can,” you lilt quietly as you reach for the clear Tupperware at your feet.

You don’t miss the taunting look Dustin gives the boy next to him in return or the hand Eddie pushes against the younger boy’s cheek to force him backward.

You sit the container of napkin-wrapped sandwiches on your lap. You only packed two of each kind. All are labeled in scribbled sharpie. “Okay, I made PB&J, turkey and cheese, and cucumber and lemon—”

“Cucumber and lemon?” Eddie echoes, features flooded with horror. His wide-eyed gaze flits between you and the near-empty interstate ahead of him. “What the hell kinda monstrosity is that?”

“It’s cucumber, cream cheese, and lemon juice, and it’s actually very good, Eddie Munson.”

Dustin requests the peanut butter and jelly, Lucas takes the turkey, and Max wants the cucumber and lemon — the said monstrosity you made because you knew she liked them. You hand them their sandwiches, and they settle again in the back of the van — amid the plethora of blankets and pillows Eddie had tucked away.

You turn to the pretty boy in the driver’s seat. “Which one do you want, Eds?”

“Whatever you’re having,” he shrugs. “‘M not picky.”

He grimaces when you hand him your half of the cucumber and lemon — because, of course, you remembered to cut them into triangles.

You watch the boy take a rather begrudging bite of the sandwich. His cheek juts out as he chews through it, and you don’t know why it makes you smile, only that you’re beaming directly at him. His face is emotionless in that his features are filled with so much of it you can’t tell what he’s trying to express.

There’s a slight furrow to his brows, a scrunch to his nose, and a glint to his eye. He manages to look disgusted, inquisitive, and pleased all at once.

Your smile widens when he takes another bite.

You fight the urge to tell him, ‘I told you so,’ and instead lean over the center console to smack a kiss to his cheek.

Lucas and Dustin gag through their mouthfuls simultaneously.

They share a look after — a boyish glance of excitement, as though to say, ‘I can’t believe how in sync we are.’ It quickly turns into a game of who can make the most realistic retching noise, quieted by a single look from Max. It’s not a glare on her freckled face but a scrunched scowl of disgust as she slips the headphones of her walkman back on.

The two boys’ laughter fades all at once.

The van goes quiet again.

You shut your eyes and focus on the faint sound of Eddie’s humming. His hand is wide and warm when it settles on your knee. His thumb drums softly to the beat on the outside of your thigh.

We’re on the road to nowhere, come on inside—

The cerulean sky turns into varying shades of lilac and orange-gold. The highway to Lake Lemon is long and merciless. Two hours feel like two days when you’ve got nothing to do but sit.

Eddie, with his hands and mind sufficiently occupied, seems to be less of a victim of the unrelenting pavement. He’s slumped against the ragged pleather seat, still humming to the low radio.

Lucas and Dustin spent several minutes arguing about who was taking which blanket and whose legs got to go where. Now, however, they snooze with their backs against the van and their shoulders pressing into each other’s — heads back, mouths open, eyes fluttered shut.

Max is a lot of the same. She sits across from the boys, tucked into the corner of the wall and the driver’s seat. There’s a pillow behind her back and a blanket thrown over her lap. Her eyes are shut, but you can tell she isn’t sleeping. Her head sways in time with the song spilling from her headphones.

And you, with your feet kicked up on the dash and your gaze pointed in the direction of the setting sun, are bored out of your mind.

Eddie squeezes your thigh. “I think we’re about fifteen miles away from the stop.”

“Fucking finally,” you huff. You rest your head against the seat to look over at the boy beside you. “My ass is killing me.”

“Well, I would be happy togive you a massage at the rest stop, babe.”

Your eyes widen as you shift to glance at the back of the van. You’re relieved to see none of the kids paying attention. You swat at Eddie while he winces at himself. It’s been quiet for so long; he forgot they were still back there.

“Sorry,” he whispers, to you and to the sleeping kids who hadn’t heard a word.

“I have a feeling I’m gonna have my hands full with you on this trip, Munson.”

“I could very easily turn that into a sex joke—”

“Eddie.”

“—But I won’t,” the boy concludes. His head tilts to look at you. “See? You didn’t let me finish.”

“I don’t think they would’ve heard, anyway. They’re totally knocked out.”

“That after-school nap is no joke, sweetheart. I mean, seriously, I don’t know what I’m gonna do when I graduate.”

“You can still nap, Eds,” you counter, giggling.

“Yeah, but it’s not the same.”

You concede with the shake of your head. “Sure.”

“Do you think I’ll miss high school when I’m gone? You know, as the graduated one?”

Your brows furrow. “You’re asking me if I think the freak of Hawkins High is gonna miss getting bullied five days out of the week?”

“But I won’t have Hellfire. And I’ll probably lose clients, too — ‘cause, you know, I won’t be able to deal at school like I usually do,” Eddie explains, growing suddenly somber about the whole thing. “I’ve been in school since I was five, you know? I’ve been going to Hawkins High for six years. And change is… gross.”

The whimsical existentialism of high school seniors makes you sigh in reminiscence.

“You’ll be okay, Eddie Spaghetti,” you assure him, squeezing his hand on your thigh. “It isn’t so bad. I promise.”

“Do you miss high school at all?”

“Hell no,” you answer without thinking.

A laugh sputters from his mouth at the swiftness of your reply. “Not even a little bit?”

“A negative amount, actually.”

“I thought you liked school!” he argues.

“No one likes school.”

“You were good at it!”

“I was okay. And that’s only because I had this weird complex about getting good grades.”

High school for you, at its core, was all about approval. You weren’t sporty, so you had to be smart. You had to be noticed in some way so you weren’t suffocated by being invisible. Maybe if you had gotten therapy for all that before you turned fourteen, you wouldn’t be the way you are now.

“Do you think we would’ve dated? You know, if we knew each other back then?” Eddie asks you out of the blue. The faintest hint of a smile tugs at his pink lips. “Like… Would you have liked me?”

You grin softly to yourself as you think sincerely about his inquiry.

You don’t think you would’ve felt too differently than you do now — head over heels with no hope in sight. But your heart was different back then, tender and unbroken. God, Eddie Munson would’ve been the best thing for you back then.

“Teenage me would’ve loved you. And you would’ve hated me.”

That makes him scoff. “No way.”

“You shouldn’t sound so sure, babe. I was a mess back then.”

“I would’ve liked you for the same reason I like you now.”

You shoot him an arched brow to egg him on, but he doesn’t move to explain any further. It leaves you wondering — why he would’ve liked you back then, why he likes you now. You don’t have an answer for either.

You figure it doesn’t matter, anyway. Eddie Munson likes you, and you’re grateful beyond comprehension that you can say it with so much certainty. Never with anyone else have you been more sure of where you stand.

“I think you would’ve been good for me,” you confess, focusing on the pine trees that whip by instead of the boy beside you. Your fingers absentmindedly begin to fidget with his own, entwining and weaving with his without you ever noticing. “‘Cause you do this thing where you, like, understand me better than anyone ever has before.”

Eddie chuckles, then shrugs to humor you. “Yeah, we’re just soulmates. No big deal.”

“And I think I would’ve saved myself a world of heartbreak if I’d found you first instead of—”

You cut yourself off.

Eddie turns to you, expecting to see you saddened by the sudden change of conversation. He’s surprised to find you smiling.

“Whoa,” you marvel with wide eyes. “I don’t know how we got there. Sorry, that got… way too deep.”

Eddie twists his wrists so he can hold your hand back. His metal rings press into the sides of your fingers as they intertwine with yours. He smiles briefly at you. The road takes too much of his attention to gaze at you the way he’d like to.

“It’s okay. Let’s not think about any of that now, yeah? Let’s just have fun.”

You nod.

“I’d love to, but suffering through these conversations is making it real hard,” Max monotones from the backseat, eyes still shut.

“You’re supposed to be sleeping,” you joke.

“I’d love to, but being surrounded by lovebirds is, like, the least cozy thing ever.”

Lucas and Dustin snore a loud, synchronized snore in response. Lovebirds, indeed.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

There’s only one working sink at the gas station. It sputters cold water before hesitantly dripping the warmer kind. Robin jams the soap machine like an absolute maniac — and when she gets more strawberry-scented liquid than she bargained for, she smears some onto your palm. The two of you stand side-by-side, fingers occasionally bumping into the other’s as you wash your hands.

“How’s driving with Steve?” you ask her with a knowing grin.

“The worst,” she answers with a groan, just as dramatically as you imagined she might. “He’s acting like a total dad, obviously. But he’s letting me man that radio, so that’s a plus.”

“Ah, so it’s less Bruce Springsteen and more The Runaways this time?”

Robin’s ocean eyes go wide at the reminder. The last trip where Steve was in charge of the radio, it took two weeks to get “Born in the U.S.A.” out of her head. She shivers at the memory.

“Yes. Thank god,” she huffs and turns off the faucet. You pump the lever at the paper towel dispenser and hand a napkin over to her. “How’s driving with Eddie?”

The teasingly lilted name doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Why’d you say his name like that?” you giggle.

She squints. “You know exactly why.”

You do.

“It’s fine, I guess,” you shrug instead of telling her you’ve spent the entire drive staring at him. You still haven’t yet decided which is prettier — the pink and purple sunset or the way Eddie looks beneath it. “He’s not driving like a total maniac with the kids in the car, so… It’s not too bad.”

You open the door with your shoulder.

“You haven’t heard from Billy, have you?” Robin asks as she walks out ahead of you.

Your eyes widen at the sound of the boy’s name. The realization that you’re not the only one who shudders at the mention of him is equally daunting. You look over your shoulder and towards Max’s stall, where she’d walked in a few minutes after the both of you. You shut the door behind you and wonder if she heard.

“No. I haven’t,” you answer, then plead. “And can we please not talk about him? Especially not in front of Max?”

“Well, tell that to Stevie because he won’t stop asking me?”

Your brows pinch. “Why?”

Robin makes a vague ‘I don’t know’ sound as she shrugs. She roams the snack aisle and eyes the vibrantly colored chip bags. “He probably doesn’t want to bother you about it. And also, he probably thinks you wouldn’t tell him if you did hear from him.”

“I wouldn’t,” you scoff.

“See,” Robin drawls with her head tilted to her shoulder. “That’s the problem!”

“Well, considering the last time I told Steve about Billy, he almost died, I think I’m doing him a favor.”

“…Touché.”

“I haven’t heard from him, okay? And I’m not going to because we’re gonna be three hours away from Hawkins all weekend.”

“Unless he’s stalking you,” Robin argues mindlessly. When her own words dawn on her, she gasps and looks at you with her features gaping in horror. “Oh, my god. What if he goes all Jason Voorhees and starts slaughtering us one by one—”

“Robin!” you shout, unsure of whether or not you should laugh.

“I’m just saying! That guy is crazy, okay? We should not put that maniac shit past him,” the girl agonizes. She walks a few short steps over to you and holds onto your arms with a grip most desperate. Her eyes are wide and pleading as she stares at you. You feel a bit like she’s looking into your soul. “Just please promise me you and Eddie won’t have sex while we’re on vacation.”

Instead of telling her that most certainly won’t be a problem, you’re left surprised at her out-of-the-blue words. “What?”

“The couple having sex is always the first to die in the movies!”

“Robin. I love you,” you remind her with your hands over her jacket-clad arms. “But you’re insane.”

She sighs with exasperation when you turn away from her. You hear her mutter under her breath behind you: “Looks like I’m gonna be the girl that gets killed ‘cause no one listened to her about the crazy serial killer dude…”

You get Eddie food at the connected McDonald’s, even though he told you he wasn’t hungry.

“Those sandwiches are too good to waste, Peach,” he’d said right before pressing a kiss to your cheek. You think he just didn’t want you spending money on him when he was too busy getting gas to catch you. You do it anyway. ‘Cause you love him and everything.

“We talked about this!” Eddie grouses when you meet him at the pump. He taps the nozzle against the van a few times, getting every last drop he can before sticking it back into the stand. “I was really lookin’ forward to that PB&J, sweetheart.”

You smile before popping a fry into your mouth. “Want me to drive?”

“No. I’m good. Probably gonna sleep like a baby when we get there, though,” he tells you, half-joking as he stretches out his tired back. The bottom of his thrifted Stars Wars tee rises to reveal a sliver of his stomach. He catches you looking and grins. “And when I do, I expect to be held like one in compensation.”

You know he’s joking, but you nod anyway. The sack of burgers gets squished between your bodies when he takes you in his arms, palms wide along your waist.

“Happily,” you grin, already leaning in for a kiss. The tip of his nose smushes against the side of yours when your lips meet. It’s longer than a peck. Softer than one too. He tastes sweet, like lemons.

You hear the kids coming back before you see them. Their chattering melds with the scuffs of their shoes. You and Eddie part from one another, thinking you might’ve gotten away with your fleeting touches before any of them could see. A chorus of groans tells you otherwise.

“See?” Eddie protests with his brows raised, hidden behind his curly bangs. “This is what I was talking about!”

You shake your head with a sympathetic smile. “We’ll be there soon, Eddie Spaghetti,” you promise. The “I’m gonna kiss you silly when we get there” goes unsaid.

He hears it, though.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

Soon, as it turns out, was actually another hour. It’s full of huffy teenagers, and ‘are we there yet?’s, and Eddie trying not to lose his sanity between it all. You do your best to keep his mind off of the never-ending highway, but hand-holding and mindless conversations only go so far. By hour three-and-a-half of the relentless drive, the trek was beginning to show on you too.

Lake Lemon was worth it, though.

The view of sparkling water beneath a velvet purple sky made you forget about your aching back and the extra twenty minutes Eddie spent trying to find the place (and getting lost in the process). The cabin was a quaint two-story thing, wedged between lake and forest. It was old, which meant it was cheap, but it wasn’t any less beautiful. And, for a couple of kids who rarely get the chance to get out of Hawkins, it might as well be Heaven on Earth.

“This place is massive!” Dustin marvels.

It’s not that big, really. It’s certainly not bigger than the Harrington home — which you know he frequents from time to time. You think it may be just because of the wide-open kitchen connecting to the living room and the spiral staircase leading to the second floor.

“Alright,” Steve huffs from behind the group of you as he drops Max’s duffle with a low thud. No one volunteered him to get the bags, but he didn’t object to doing it either. “I think that’s all of ‘em. If you little shits make a mess when you unpack, you better clean up after yourselves. I’m not your maid.”

“Sorry, Stevie. I can’t hear you over this view,” Robin lilts from the other side of the house. She stands at the sliding glass door in the kitchen. Just outside of it is the lake. The water looks black in the night, shining beneath a set of twinkling stars.

“Can me and El take the bedroom upstairs?” Mike asks you, far nicer than he’d ever ask Steve. El hangs on his arm. You’ve got a feeling she’ll stay there all weekend.

He told you recently that he was trying to grow his hair out to look more like Eddie. Now you can’t look at him without smiling. He’s not nearly as intimidating as his structured features make him seem.

“Well, I don’t want Hopper to kill me, so there’s no way I’m giving you guys the master bedroom,” you laugh, tilting your head down to your shoulder. You meet the teenager’s identical pout with a shrug. “But if you wanna share one of the bunks, knock yourselves out. What I don’t know, I can’t tell Hop, so…”

“But shouldn’t the couples get the bigger bedrooms?” Mike argues.

Steve materializes behind your shoulder. “You kids are taking the bunks, alright? That’s final.”

Mike scowls. “You guys are no fun, you know that?”

“You’ll survive,” the older boy deadpans with the roll of his eyes. “Peach and Robin can take one room, Nance can take the other when she gets here. I’ll take the couch and…” Steve trails off and looks over at Eddie. He winces. “I think there might be a spare tent outside for you, Munson.”

Eddie scoffs out a laugh. “Dick…”

“Everyone say ‘thank you, Steve’s dad,” Robin singsongs as she walks back to the living room for her rucksack. Despite her obviously joking tone, everyone else choruses ‘thanks, Steve’s dad!’ in return as they scramble for their bags.

Steve huffs behind you. Sure, his dad put the downpayment on the place, but he didn’t need to be reminded of that. Besides, he paid for everything else.

You turn on your heel to face him, arms crossed over your chest as you smile up at him. “Thank you, Steve,” you lilt in the same too sweet tone as everyone else.

“You don’t have to think me,” the boy scoffs. “You paid for half.”

“Not nearly half.”

“Well, you made up for it by booking the cabin. You did all the work I was too lazy to do, so—”

“So call it even and stop flirting,” Eddie monotones as he slings your bags and his bag over his arm and shoulder.

You roll your eyes with a smile, canting your head to look over at the darker-haired boy. “Wanna go unpack?” you ask.

“If it’ll stop you and Harrington from making out, yeah.”

“Those jokes stopped being funny the first time you told them, Munson,” Steve grouses.

You walk to Eddie and take the hand dangling at his side. You trail behind him as he leads you up the wooden, unusually coiled staircase.

“Is this what rich people do when they build houses?” he comments. “’Cause this feels really dumb and unnecessary.”

“I assume you know a lot about those things,” you joke drily.

“Rude.”

At the top of the stairs, and for the first time alone, you smack a kiss to his mouth.

There are four doors to choose from on the second story — one is the bathroom, the other a storage closet.

Of the two bedrooms, you and Eddie pick the door at the very end of the carpeted hall on the right. It’s got a better view of the lake and is on the furthest side of the house — in that, it’s not just above the kids’ room. In that, maybe it’ll be quiet enough for the two of you to pretend that you’re just here by yourselves for a moment or two.

The walls are made of slatted wood, and the slanted ceiling is painted a deep green. There’s a stone fireplace and a dresser with a small television on one side of the room, and a balcony overlooking the lake to the other. It’s not huge but isn’t small either — the perfect size for a girl who loves being close to her boy and a boy who loves to let her.

Neither of you bothers unpacking. You make a silent agreement to live out of your bags for the next couple of days to save the pain of having to pack all over again when it’s time to go. Rather than spend the next half hour hunching your aching packs to organize clothes into drawers, you spend it flopping into bed beside one another.

Like muscle memory, you take the right side and Eddie takes the left. “It’s the side closest to the door, anyway,” he tells you. “And men always take that side. For some reason.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s to defend their wives in case someone breaks in,” you say, giggling.

“Well, that’s dumb. What if they come in from the window?”

“…I don’t know how you haven’t graduated yet, Eds. You’re a genius.”

Now, Eddie lies on his stomach with his face smushed into the pillow. Fatigue radiates from him like steam. You smooth a mindless hand up and down his back. Between dealing, going to school, and driving three hours across the state, you know he’s drained.

“What time is it?” he mumbles into the cushion.

You look over at the clock on the nightstand and then back at him. “Almost ten.”

“I’m so exhausted I think I could peel my skin off…”

You exhale sharply through your nose. “I don’t think that’s exhaustion, Eddie Spaghetti.”

His head perks up. His button eyes go wide and hopeful as he looks at you, almost shy. “Wanna hold me?” he murmurs, still half into the pillow in case you reject him and he has to hide again.

“I’m offended you’re even asking me that,” you scoff. “That answer’s always gonna be yes, Eddie Munson.”

You roll onto your back. Eddie squirms against the mattress until he’s close enough to lay his head on your chest. His curls tickle your neck and jaw. Your arms wrap around each other, holding one another like you haven’t spent several hours squished into a van together.

The moments you should be tired of each other, your love just seems to get bigger.

You don’t know if you’ve ever experienced that before, or if it’s the first time it’s ever happened in the history of the whole world. The butterflies in your stomach make both feel equally true.

“Did you have a good day?” Eddie mumbles into the t-shirt you’d just changed into. He’s obviously tired, but he doesn’t want to quit talking to you.

“The best,” you sigh, content and finally still. One hand curls into his hair. You scratch softly at his scalp. “And it’s gonna be even better tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” Eddie nods. He doesn’t know if that’s totally true, but he’s found that’s a lot like what your relationship is like — perfect and getting better all the time. So he figures you must be right.

Silence settles within the four walls of the small bedroom. It feels soft like cotton candy, a blanket that’s been tossed over the both of you. You think you could stay like this all night — holding each other and never saying a word.

Eddie, however, has never met a quiet he doesn’t want to break.

“…Wanna fool around?” he jokes out of the blue.

“With kids downstairs and Robin right next door?” you laugh. “I think I’m good.”

“I’d be quiet,” he promises, leaning his chin on the swell of your breast to look at you.

“You don’t know how to be quiet, Munson. Besides, we shouldn’t fool around while we’re here anyway…”

The boy’s brows furrow at the teasing lilt in your tone. A smile curls at his lips. “…Why?”

“‘Cause Robin said those are the first people to die in scary movies.”

“She’s not wrong,” Eddie offers with a laugh. “I mean, she’s crazy, but she’s right.”

You sigh, smiling. “That’s Robin Buckley for you… She’s a total dork.”

“Guess that’s why you guys get along so well, then, huh?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know,” Eddie singsongs, too cute for his own good. “I just think everyone made a mistake calling you the slut of Hawkins, you know? Like calling me the freak is spot on, but you? You’re totally the dork.”

You snort. “Right…”

“Peach, The Cute,” Eddie lilts like he’s testing it on for size.

“Yeah? Is that what my name would be in your game?”

“Peach, The Adorable,” he continues. “Peach, The Precious, even.”

“Munson, The Annoying,” you croon in the same tone he’d used, though obviously joking and obviously not doing the best job as him. “Eddie, The Guy That’s About To Sleep Outside Tonight.”

Eddie beams. “See? You just proved my point. You’re too adorable for your own good, sweetheart.”

“Yeah?” you hum as he moves off your chest and onto the pillow you’re lying on.

He props his head on his arm and nods. “So cute it makes my chest hurt a little bit.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologize with a soft grin that says otherwise.

“’S okay,” he assures with a softer smile and a twinkle in the chocolate of his eye. His hand rises and toys with the fraying hem of your shirt. “Do you remember what we were talking about in the van earlier? About, like… knowing each other in high school?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, I’m really glad we weren’t friends back then.”

Your heart wants to break, but you don’t let it. You don’t know what this boy is going to tell you next, but you’ve got a feeling it’s going to kill you and bring you back to life again. “Why?”

“‘Cause I don’t think you would’ve let me get to know you. Like, know you, know you.”

Not the way everyone else knows you, he wants to say.

“That’s not true,” you reject just because you feel like you should. Both of you know he’s right.

To put it simply, you would’ve loved to fuck Eddie Munson back in high school. Back then, he was just the weirdo who sold the cheapest weed — not the sweetheart you’ve gotten to know him as now. And the two of you would’ve had sex, and it would’ve been fine, but it wouldn’t have meant anything to either of you.

Sex is just sex until you decide to give it meaning.

And for you — and for a really, really long time — it didn’t mean shit. It was just a dumb way to pass the time when you ran out of words to say. A cheap way to get the validation you’d really been looking for the whole time. Intimacy stopped meaning something because no one touched you the way Eddie touched you.

He makes you feel held. Wanted. Loved.

You didn’t know either of those things existed when you were seventeen.

But you’ve found them now, in your old dealer who used to give you free weed for helping him study. You’re glad you meant him when you did — after heartache chewed you up and spat you out, left you soaking wet and shivering.

Eddie came to you like a warm blanket and a home-cooked meal. You wouldn’t have been able to appreciate him before now.

“Well, thanks for letting me know you anyway, sweetheart,” Eddie says with a lopsided smile.

Something about it is so strangely tender. More intimate than a thousand I love you’s.

You smile. “Thanks for letting me know you, too, Eddie Spaghetti.”

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