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ratskcoreddie · 10 months

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finish what you started

(bully!eddie x fem!reader)

introduction: eddie had always been so mean to you growing up and had been getting progressivly worse with the coming years. now a senior you celebrated your last homecoming at a party you unwilling attended. you just hoped you wouldn't run into the man you dreaded most. [WC: 10k] this started as a request but developed into this monster. it wasn't really proof read and is all over the place but i really love it. check out the request @honeybelle99 sent here!

tropes: enemies to lovers. porn with plot. oblivious to love.

warnings & tags: 18+, bully!eddie, fem!reader, slight angst, self doubt, strong language, suggestive language, swearing, drinking, teasing, smoking, sexual tension, dominance, eddie is mean in a teasing way, nicknames, eddie being a simp, confessions, intoxicated sex, unprotected sex, this isn't proof read.

parings: bully!eddie x fem!reader.

you shouldn’t be here. you didn’t like parties in the first place. it was your boyfriend that had convinced you that you deserved a night out after a successful homecoming at hawkins high. it had been a long busy week for all the students and apparently now it was time to “let loose”. there were parties being hosted everywhere throughout the small town but the real rager was being thrown at steve harrington’s. anyone who knew someone, who knew steve, got in. it was why you had an invite.

you yourself didn’t know steve much, but you had been a victim of his long time best friend, eddie munson. that awful man doubled as your sworn enemy.

class of ‘86 had grown up together from pre-k to senior year. eddie had always been a year ahead of you until recently when he was held back. you dreaded that he had been pulled from graduating. the first three years of your high school career the asshole would pick on you. you thought you would’ve been free by now but you had underestimated his laziness and his determination to make every day for you living hell. you hated eddie munson. you hated how he treated you and his peers, how loud he was, how confident, you despised him. you couldn’t believe you still had an entire semester to go. and in the spring? you would be required to walk the same gradation stage as him.

his sadistic personality towards you was awful. each of his actions had become a blur but you loathed the recurring events the most. between classes he would slam your locker shut in your face just to hear you let out a pathetic whine at him. he’d pick on you at lunch time by pulling you to the side and saying the most vulgar things in your ear. after a few sentences you would lose your appetite and he’d steal your lunch. always casually walking away with a statement of “love that i can count on you, babe”. in shared classes he would steal your answers or convince you to let him borrow your notes (only because he needed to copy them for a test).

besides the thought of his looming presence, the party was grand. there were jocks running up and down the stairs with paint on their bare chest, girls were on the kitchen counter letting strangers do body shots off of them, trashy red solo cups littered the halls, and you heard someone announce that ‘king steve’ was about to take on an entire keg by himself. grand it was, the environment was still to busy for you. further deducting you to someone who absolutely did not like parties. to make things worse the taste of liquor on your tongue wasn’t muffling the impact of the overstimulation one bit.

you took another shot before you moved to the back door of steve’s home. you made an exit hoping to catch some fresh november air. regain your composure before going back inside to bum a ride off of anyone. your boyfriend had been missing in action for over an hour. pulling open the door gave you a sense of relief, as you pushed it shut the sounds of the crowd muffled. you took a step out onto the grass. it helped that this new environment was quiet, better yet, it lessened the chances of bumping into eddie.

so you thought.

you should’ve known you would’ve found him there. eddie wasn’t a fan of parties either due to his social class. he was sitting under a tree across the yard with a freshly lit joint in his mouth. you watched him from a few feet away. his sudden presence had made you wish to turn and run from him. he lifted his head slightly at you and gave you a sick grin. you could only stare. it was just the two of you in the dark yard. how reserved you both were from the rest of the student body made chills run up your spine. rumors weren’t sparse when it came to the devilish boy and he was always such an asshole to you at school. because of his behavior, a feeling of dread always sat at the bottom of your stomach. you couldn’t help but wonder if what you overheard was true. you had to face that reality being alone with him. part of you grew excited at the thought of being able to lash out at him now that he didn’t have his friends or a crowd of onlookers to perform for. the idea of giving him a taste of his own medicine pumping adrenaline through your body.

he grinned like a cheshire cat. his eyes sparkled at you under the moonlight. eddie continued playing with the joint between his teeth, rolling it with his tongue every once in a while. “what are you doin’ out here, sweetheart?” he laughed at you. “get lost looking for someone..?” he paused, “or were you looking for some trouble”. the lighter he must’ve used to light his smoke was dancing between his fingers. light from the moon was reflecting off of the silver as it sparkled. the object looked so small in his big hands.

you were quiet on your feet as you walked closer. you watched as the once seated tall dark figure moved to stand. he was just a shadow when you spotted him from the backdoor but as he moved the light of the house illuminated him. it wasn’t on purpose that you found him, it was more like fate. your curiosity urged you to find out what he was doing at the far end of the backyard. your mind raced as you began to think of what to say to him while you both slowly inched closer. before you even had time to think he was in front of you. he crossed his arms and snapped his lighter shut. you jumped. the action made him chuckle at you. the sound was low and from the depths of his chest. he puffed out his chest.

you puffed your chest back and glared at his nonverbal teasing. you thought you had caught a glimpse of nervousness on his face at your actions but that couldn’t be true. the two of you stared at each other for a bit. you couldn’t tell because of his hard exterior but eddie’s heart began to race. he had been drinking throughout the night too and being intoxicated always made his brain a little hazy. “hi, eddie”, you barked at him.

he liked the way you said his name in that tone. it was why he always pried and picked on you. you noticed his suggestive glance as he looked you up and down. a predatorial glint was swimming in his eyes. he wouldn’t ever admit it but he was hoping he would see you tonight, and god he was so glad the stars aligned. you were wearing a cute outfit. a swallowing brown patterned sweater on your frame, and hip hugging blue wide cut jeans. a jacket that was lined with fleece to keep you warm sat rested on your shoulders while your big boots tied the look together. eddie never understood what came over him when you were around but it was almost like you boosted his testosterone levels. the need to have dominance over you was astounding. he felt overly confident.

his adrenaline mixing with the alcohol in his body was dangerous.

“hi, pretty girl..” eddie bent slightly down to your eye level with his words. as he moved he puffed smoke out of the corner of his lip at you. you swatted it out of your face and coughed away from his direction to shield your embarrassment. after you had regained your posture you looked up to find the man leaning over your frame and laughing.

“hey!” you jabbed him in the chest with your finger to warn him to back up. he didn’t move an inch. “you’re such an ass, eddie. i wasn’t going to run away from you and give you the satisfaction this time. i wanted to be nice”. he giggled, “oh, baby i'm so so sooo sorry i’ve ruined your plans of being nice to me” he teased. “you wanna start over, doll? we can try again. promise ill be good for ya this time”. he smiled stupidly while standing up straight and waiting for your next greeting. his irises were dark and shielded by his eyelashes as he stared.

“i.. what are you doing out here?” you questioned him instead of offering a greeting like he thought you would. “oh, now you’re interrogating me? can i remind you that you were the one that walked out here and to me? i didn’t even have to whistle you over here”. he said the last statement as if you were some pet to him. “no, i'm not interrogating you, eddie. unless there’s something you shouldn’t be doing out h-...”, your words slowly died on your tongue as he raised an eyebrow and pulled the lit joint away from his damp lips. he laughed at your speechlessness, your body tensed.

“mhm”, he let the lit smoke fall to his side as his fingers pinched it tight. “wanna know a secret?” you slightly nodded. “i think you wandered out here to me because you’re nosey… you wanna know what the town's misfit gets up to when he’s not picking on his favorite girl, baby?” he gave you a wolfish smirk. you sent him a death stare at his gross pet names. “oh, don’t look at me like that, you know i love when you’re all pouty for me..” eddie lifted his hand to take his third or fourth drag of the night.

“god, you’re so gross. i'm so glad i won't have to hear your stupid insults when you leave next semester..” you tone was a whisper though you meant it. eddie acted overly insulted. “oww, words hurt, you know? it’s really rude to say something like that to someone that’s been such a constant in your life”, he smiled. you pushed a flat palm into his chest with as much force as you could muster. “oh so it’s fine for you to call me names?? but as soon as i do it your act crumbles?” you knew he was being sarcastic with his comment but it set you off, you continued, “i hear it almost everyday, ‘baby’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘doll’, and what about your favorites huh? ‘whore’, ‘slut’. what about those words, eddie?” each vowel you said was a blow to his chest. he stepped back from you but not before he grabbed your wrist to stop your assaults. he pulled you into a close proximity with his burning grip.

eddie had subtly and secretly pulled his hand holding his joint away from you, careful not to inflict a burn on your delicate skin. he would hate himself if he caused an accident like that but he didn't let his tenderness for you shine through his knives of assertion. “hey! you watch it!”, eddie growled at you. his tone almost shut your body down. you could tell he was mad now. “i only call you a whore because you deserve it. always fucking sucking face with your piece of shit boyfriend. i think you need the judgment. maybe if i keep it up i’ll see it less and less, hmm?” you cowered under his gaze and trembled in his grip. “oh i know why you came to find me now, you wanted to get me alone so you could take it all out on me didn’t you? wanted to give me a taste of my own medicine”. eddie read your mind. his grip loosened on you but you didn’t dare move. “whatever … an- and.. he can’t fucking kiss you anyways, such a slob with you”. he mumbles.

eddie didn’t elaborate his statement but he let it linger. it hung in the air over the both of you as he glanced at your lips. you caught him but he didn’t care, he studied them. they were damp with your hot breaths in the cold, almost winter air. he was breathing in what you were exhaling. he could smell your pretty perfume and shampoo. you felt your heart begin to race and your cheeks heated up the space between your bodies. he couldn’t shy away from his own doing the same. you wiggled against him to shift your body weight onto your other foot. he didn’t like your struggle. you felt him move his own feet with yours, eddie’s big boots boxing you in even more. you felt his hard metal belt buckle dig into the side of your hip. his cuff of his leather jacket was cold on the exposed skin of your wrist he continued to hold.

eddie smiled childishly at you. the new expression was something you hadn’t seen from him before. you moved your chin down to avoid his stare but as you pulled away, he just as easily let your wrist go and instead gripped your chin. with his thumb and pointer finger he held you. you fought to keep your eyes away from him to the best of your ability. eddie huffed, he pinched your face harder. “look at me”, as soon as you did you wished you hadn’t. his look was determined and sultry. his bangs framed his face messily. you had never been this close and his features were easy to get lost in. he was pretty, which was such a huge inconvenience for you to realize now that you were alone, it was dark, and he was this close. “don’t go shy on me after having that burst of attitude. c’mon you wanna give it to me? then give it to me, baby”.

your thoughts raced back to your boyfriend. you shouldn’t have been talking with eddie like this. you pulled away from him and turned your head back to the sliding glass doors of steve’s house. they looked so far away. when you looked back at eddie your eyes were wide. you noticed his tongue twirling the joint between his lips. waiting for a response from you. you dared to indulge. his gaze fell to your lips again. his cheeks burned red when he felt your stomach slightly bumping into his own. you stole a look at his lips like he had moments ago. you watched him nervously wet his lips. your cheeks blushed even deeper. eddie smirked at you and tested the waters of your new expression. he stuck out his tongue further and licked his sharpest canine tooth. you were mesmerized.

your stomach flipped. you wondered what he was thinking. “what do you know about kissing?” you blurted out without thinking. eddie coo’d at you “i know far more than your stupid boyfriend, i guarantee it.” eddie said with confidence. he crossed his hands over his chest, now that space was granted between you. you mirrored his actions and your forearms grazed his. you shrugged his suggestive gesture off. you were certain he was just bluffing. his rough exterior surely scared any girls he tried to smooth talk away, as he had tried many times with you.

but now you weren’t scared, now you were looking to pick a fight. you decided to ignore his comment about his kissing skills to avoid yourself from growing more hot. this conversation could easily take a more suggestive turn if you urged him on, and you weren’t going to let him win the stand off. you wracked your brain for ways to shut him down before speaking again. your next sentence tried to change the subject, but it definitely fell short.

“you’re right. he’s a shit kisser, but that’s none of your business and you don’t have to be mean about it.” the drinks you had doubled as truth serum. he whined pathetically at you, “wasn’t trying to be mean. if anything you’re being mean to me for a change.” you frowned, “seriously?”. “yeah, you told me i'm ‘such an ass’ and then started hitting me.. don’t think i deserved that. you’re so cold hearted, you know?” he giggled.

the playful banter you shared made you both smile. the absurdity of your dynamic was so dramatic. the buzz was hitting your system hard and he was right there with you. you watched eddie as he bent down at the waist to grab his almost empty beer off of the ground. he must’ve been babysitting that while outside by himself. when he raised back up he tilted his head back and drank the rest of the can. you watched his adam’s apple bob up and down while he chugged the golden liquid. a bit fell from the corner of his lips and down his throat. you watched as it dripped down to his shirt collar. when you reached the edge of the garment you noticed a tear. under the rip was his sharp collar bones. his pale skin contrasted against the darkness. you noticed a dark inky black line through the split of the aged t-shirt. it peeked at you. when he was done eddie dropped the can.

when he connected your eyes to his quicker than you could register, eddie noticed you watching him intently. the fresh liquor in his system gave him another boost of confidence. he stepped to you. the distance between you two closed just mere inches between your bodies in a now comfortable silence. his frame was large, his body casted a shadow that consumed you. you had always thought there wasn’t much of a height difference between you two, but now you weren’t as sure. no matter the inches and centimeters you tried to think about, the numbers didn't help to busy your brain. you knew even if there was a large difference, eddie was sure to make you feel small under him in anyway. that's how it has been your entire life.

you watched his left hand raise between your bodies and to his lips. still holding onto his darling joint. he submitted to placing it once again between his teeth. the hot cherry on the end was slowly dying because of the icy outdoors. you blushed as he caught you stealing another glance at his lips. you seemed so intrigued by him now, not angry or upset. eddie realized you weren’t just looking at his lips for no reason. the tension he craved was there. the tension he thought he would never be a witness to snap. he was always so desperate for you to see how badly he wanted your attention but it was hard for him to express his feelings and he knew it was even harder for you to catch onto his rude ass behavior translating to him flirting. he didn’t blame you for hating him after all these years, he hated himself for it.

your attentiveness caused his body to ignite. you wanted something more now, and he so desperately wanted to provide anything to you. he wished he could read your mind to know what you were thinking. his eye contact didn’t budge from yours as he slowly pulled his lighter back out of his pocket. when his fingers couldn’t quite grab a hold of it his eyes trailed away from yours and down to his jeans.

“fuck.” he grunted.

you felt frozen. the vulgar word was said in just a breathy whisper, it gave you goosebumps. not in a bad way like before, just different. he grabbed his lighter and put it between the two of you. his tone was gentler because of how close he was. making sure that you would know he wasn’t directing the term towards you and instead the inconvenience his overly tight pants were causing him. his hot breath brushed over the sparked flame putting it out and in its path you felt it on your cheek. he clumsily tried to light it again.

after the constant spin of the wheel and the strain of his hands, his actions snapped you out of your daze. when you realized he was trying to spark a flame. you let out a sweet giggle. eddie looked at you before watching you take the lighter away from him. he gave you a glare while you continued to laugh at him softly. it was directed at him but he didn’t feel spiteful like he usually did when people laughed at him. eddie craved to have you laugh at him, craved to be the sole reason he heard that sound fall from your lips.

he was so soaked up in each of your expression as you moved in front of him with his lighter in your hands. eddie left out a small grunt when his fingers lightly brushed against yours. he wouldn’t have caught it himself if you hadn’t pointed it out, “stop whining, let me help you”. he willingly let you take it into your hands. he was quite possessive over his belongings so him letting you just snag his lighter was a very big deal to him. the contact of your hands made shivers go down his spine.

his hands were warm compared to yours. the only contrast was his cold rings. in one motion your small thumb sparked the flame of the lighter. he looked back up and your eyes met once again. eddie motioned his hand to take it away from you as he nodded appreciatively, but gave you a confused look when you wouldn’t give it back. you swatted his hands away. you held the lighter in your right hand. the flame burned. you moved your vacant left hand onto his lips slowly. your palm touched the bottom of his chin while your cold fingers pinched the joint out of his mouth. your fingers lingered on his lips longer than they should have.

in an instant eddie’s confidence shattered. he let your motions continue as he was stuck watching you. his cheeks burned a brighter red then the flame. you gave him a smirk as you placed his joint between your lips. successfully stealing it from him. you tasted eddie, the damp end was sweet but there was a touch of beer that laced the end of it. your hands cupped the flame while relighting the smoke for him.

you snapped the zippo shut. his jaw dropped.

eddie watched you spark a bright red cherry between your lips with your lungs. you inhaled the smoke easily, and pulled it away from your lips. eddie turned away from you to avoid your eyes, he was flustered. his jeans tightened around his groin. he tried to not think about your soft, plush, lips that stole his joint. he felt you pull his chin back to face you with your index and thumb, just like he had previously. your hand on his face startled him, your touch was cold. he almost let a sigh leave his chest, but he held it back. you moved in just a bit closer before a big cloud of smoke left your throat and puffed into eddie’s face. the boy began coughing while you laughed. when the cloud cleared you noticed eddie hadn’t really moved away from where he stood. he liked how close he was. you pulled the joint away from your mouth while looking into his eyes. you spoke in a sultry whisper, eddie barely heard you.

“you know, you really shouldn’t be smoking these. kills your brain cells.” you said softly. “oh, yeah? and what do you know about smoking?” he teased. “far more than you’d imagine, munson. I guarantee it.” you mocked his earlier jab at you about your boyfriend.

your comment reminded eddie of the conversation you previously shared. he gulped, lost in thought while he watched your hand raise back up to your face. you inhaled deeply, the musky taste of the plant covered your tastebuds. when you exhaled you turned your face away from him. eddie was in a daze. his eyes trailed up and down your features. you turned your face back to his, luckily you didn’t catch him that time, he would’ve died of embarrassment. your faces were a little more than inches apart.

he wished he could have the strength to get closer. to really close the distance. this wasn’t like him. he never dared to come onto you intimately, scared of rejection, and he definitely never expected you to have the courage to stay so near. after he had been tearing you down for years it was surprising. he always knew you were strong willed but this was another level. he didn’t know if you wanted to get to know this eddie munson. the eddie he hid from everyone, the eddie that he acted like a hardhead because he had to. now he couldn’t be mean as he melted at your soft gaze. the poor boy had imagined what he would do if he ever ended up in a position like this with you. on several occasions it was after a long week of classes, in his own bed with his hand between his sweaty thighs.

his blissful stare gave you the confidence to speak again. you had no clue what came over you but you decided to be alluding. it could’ve been the mood that you two found yourselves wrapped up in. or the unspoken tension. you knew this was bad. your boyfriend that hated eddie more than you was only ten or so feet away, partying in the house behind you. you weren’t the only victim to his constant bullying and degrading speech. and in the stance you were both in if anyone caught you it could be horrific.

you threw your cares to the wind and continued.

“i like smoking. keeps my mouth busy.” you whispered looking at his lips and taking a puff. eddie paused. all of the blood in his body rushed south. you watched him try to gather himself. his stomach was in knots at your words. he almost short circuited when he realized you were being even more suggestive than before. you were blatantly flirting with him. a growl left his throat. his head lolled to the side. his neck was exposed again.

your eyes traced his neck with curiosity. you wondered if he was sensitive there. what it would be like to lick your tongue up and down the veins bulging out. he looked down at his hands to avoid your glance. you eyes followed. you watched him clench his fist till his knuckles went white. his sparkly rings glistened under the light the moon supplied. he quickly shoved his hands in his pockets. fighting the urge to reach out and grab you. that's when you saw how his already bulge hugging jeans were swollen. you averted your gaze embarrassingly. you didn’t know he was this easy to get worked up. when you looked back up at him. his shoulders trembled and he let out a deep breath. the whites of his eyes glowing as he closes off more distance between you and him. his voice was drawn out in a low mumble, almost strained. his whispered in the vicinity of your ear. chills rushed down your spine as his grunts made your tummy turn.

“you’re fucking killing me, sweetheart”, he almost moaned. “i bet i could keep your pretty mouth busy all night. even better than your boyfriend”. eddie coo’d. “...you think I'm supposed to believe you know a lot about girls and their mouths, munson?” you mumbled around the smoke. “i’d love it if you’d let me show you…” he paused for a brief moment.

eddie moved his right hand and opened his palm to touch you. his fingers wrapped around to your jawline. his hand was massive when it fully surrounded your face. his touch was slow and deliberate. his rings were cold, the metal almost stung your face. his fingers danced across your features with purpose. eddie’s thumb touched the bottom of your face. your movements followed his direction. his index finger met your top lip and his middle tugged on the corner of your mouth. your lips stayed closed anticipating his next move before you realized he was pinching the smoke out of your mouth just like you had done to him moments ago. you were stunned.

eddie was tugging at the joint with his delicate fingers. he giggled at how easy you were, but before letting go of the joint with your lips you stared up at him with your eyes. he watched you intently. your cheeks went hollow as you sucked on it and inhaled one more hit. eddie had never been so jealous of a joint in his life. you watched eddie’s eyes slowly roll into the back of his head at your actions before he closed them. he shamelessly moaned. your chest tightened at the noise. the cherry of the joint burned a bright red as he released it from you.

eddie rushed to inhale the remnants of your taste with his own hit. you both had reached the last of it. he turned his head away kindly to exhale the smoke but his eyes stayed fixed on you and your lips. his fingers flicked the ash of the smoke onto the ground and stopped it out. your eyes sparkled at him. you hummed a soft note innocently before he reached his hand back up to your face. his grip was stronger this time, like how it had been when he was mad at you. eddie moved his fingers from your cheek to the bottom of your lip rudely. his thumb pulled at your bottom lip. you drooled onto his fingers as he blew smoke into your throat.

he exhaled, you inhaled.

it tasted like eddie. he felt your spit on his fingertips before he released you. your bottom lip wetly snapped back in place as he dragged his thumb downwards. his eyes stayed fixed on your plump slobbery lips as his irises burned with the smoke rising. he could think of thousands of things he wanted to do to you and your pretty face. his fingers remained on your chin. holding your face towards him.

“oh, you're gonna get me in a lot of trouble. i just know it.” he purred. “why’s that?” you questioned.“...don’t tell me you forgot about your boyfriend already, baby?” he paused.

you heart stopped. the way he called you baby now made your thighs clench together. he smirked as your cheeks glowed red. the strain you two had been sharing always calmed eddie down. it seemed to have the opposite effect on you. all your senses were heightened as it buzzed in your body. your mind was on overdrive. you wanted eddie bad. but as quick as you realized you needed him his hand left your chin. the touch lingered. it was electric. you lost yourself in the moment. your eye’s closed before you let out another soft hum and giggle. the strain turning all your nervousness into making you loopy. eddie raised his eyebrow at you, questioning your motives. you realized you hadn’t answered him.

“y– yeah. you’re uhm…”, a pause, “right. i should get back to him. don’t want him finding out about this.” you whimpered. “uh-huh, that's right, baby”. eddie laughed at you.

your body stayed still. he brushed some of your hair out of your face to get one last look at you. the quick movement brought you back down to earth. he stared, no, began glaring into your eyes as you looked at him with a fucked out expression. he was leering at the sight of you. his gaze was filthy. you gasped as he experimentally traced his fingers on your skin. his touch started at your lips where he had played before, but he didn’t stop there. he moved his big heavy hand down to your jawline, and then your neck, and onto the collar of your sweater. his touch barely danced on your skin. he listened as you whimpered when he moved one finger down the center of your chest and then it was snuggled onto your hip.

his grip was needy and harsh. it resembled how your lousy boyfriend would paw at your hips when he wanted something from you. the difference was your body willingly moved with eddie’s grip. you were basically throwing yourself at him. his hand moved under your sweater. his touch was cold on your warm sides. half of his hand stayed fixed on your skin, the other on the waistband of your cute jeans. he didn’t want to seem too eager, but his grip was tight and aggressive. he pulled you into his chest by your waist and your arm gripped onto his big shoulder that was guarded by his leather jacket. his head was almost buried in your neck at the soft sudden embrace he whispered in your ear.

“you should really get back to him. i think it would be better for both of us if i left. what do you think?” he whispered. you couldn’t think. the only thing that was on your mind was eddie and how he was holding you. he infiltrated your thoughts. you arm tightened around his frame. physically begging him to keep you here. he listened to you whimper into his chest at his question. you felt his jeans tighten on your thigh. he whispered into your ear again,

“fuckkk, sweetheart… you making those pretty sounds for me? barely even touched you”, he teased. things were moving too fast. you slowly broke away from his grasp to ground yourself. he looked down at you with consolidating eyes. if this continued on you wouldn’t know what could come of it. you both weren’t very sober either. your cheeks were almost purple as you looked up at him with a hazy stare. he smiled. you just nodded. scared of what you might say next.

he figured you pulling away was his cue to leave, so he started to walk back towards the house. the foot of distance that was put between you two helped cut the tension. you couldn’t tell but under his skin he was a mess. eddie was secretly glad that he had a few too many drinks and a joint. he wouldn’t have been able to face you like that otherwise. he heard you let out a small sigh with your exhale. your hand that was holding him fell to your side.

truthfully he tried walking away. but he felt your eyes watching his back and the idea of moving forward without acting on his fantasies was enough for him to suddenly still. your eyes followed his movements as he turned around. the next actions were fast. his big arm moved past your head and grabbed the back of it. with you in his control it allowed his other hand to wrap around your throat and constrict. the feeling of the tingles caused by the weed mixed with the overstimulation from his touch made you delusional. he listened to you whimpering in fear as he imposed on your personal space again. he let out a devilish chuckle. he opened his mouth slowly to say his next words. they came quickly but you spoke before he could.

“you’re s–” he was cut off. “do you want to kiss me?” you choked out.

eddie paused, the soft question seemed so innocent. he knew that if he did kiss you he wouldn’t be able to stop himself soon after. it would be long and messy. he also couldn’t promise that he could fight off the urge to do more to you. he put some reasoning into his own head. it was totally irresponsible to kiss you right now. you both were standing in a vast open yard, intoxicated, and not in the best headspace. it was the drugs and liquor talking, not you, no way you wanted this. he had to shamefully admit, if he was gonna kiss you and make it count now would be the best moment.

he felt his cock stiffen as he watched you purse your lips. his mind wandered to how you would feel wrapped around him like that with a pretty pout and puff kissed lips. he wanted to know what you would do if he pushed you up against his body and embraced you fully. he wanted to sloppily lick up and down your neck and hear the noises he could spawn from your throat. his eyes consumed your mouth as he processed what his next move would be. he had thought about this moment just hours before steve’s party. your eyes looked so sparkly as a blush crawled up your neck and onto your cheek bones as you waited for his answer. you wet your lips with your tongue. knots were in his stomach.

he grunted, “shit.. it doesn’t matter how bad i wanna kiss you”, he paused, “and it doesn’t matter that i think you're the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen. this wouldn’t work. i’ve been such a dick to you. you deserve better than someone like me”. you thought that was funny coming from him considering how much eddie hated your boyfriend.

his eyes continued watching the mouth he desperately wanted to kiss before you started to speak. “tha-..”, he glared at you before raising his index finger onto your lips. he applied a little pressure. he watched as they pushed out and around his finger. he smirked while shushing you. he thought back to how you looked with your cheeks hollowed out sucking on his joint again. his soft hands felt so good on your face. you weren’t going to fight him on this, you never wanted this moment to end.

before you could stop yourself your lips opened slightly, inviting him in to play with your tongue. he groaned as he felt you kitten lick his finger gently. he didn’t pull away. his dick was sore with how much you two had been teasing each other back and forth. he fought every urge to shove his index down your throat to really feel it. he continued talking to you. his tone was mean and messy, laced with dominance. you loved this eddie, you didn’t care that he was mean.

“.. shhh… you really do love keeping that mouth busy don't you…”, he teased, “i was right about you being a little whore.. hmm?” eddie raised his eyebrow at you. pulling his wet finger back onto your lips. he played with your top and bottom lip slowly before he adjusted his hand. his thumb was pushing at your bottom lip, testing if you were gonna welcome the other digit into your mouth. you stuck your tongue out fully at him. he placed the pad of his finger onto the wet warm muscle and you took it into your mouth. you looked at him with eyes that put him in a trance. you were successfully distracting him from pulling away from you. he tasted like all the things you loved about a man, but it was uniquely eddie. warm, salty, and a hint of beer he must’ve spilled on his hand earlier. sucking on him slowly he moaned.

“oh. fuck. me.” whining between words. he watched you for a second before trying to speak again. “do you… do you really want this as bad as i do?” his face was so close. you watched his chest rise and fall as his breath invaded your space. you smelled the musky combination of liquor and smoke on his tongue. he looked longingly into your eyes waiting for you to say something. you continued to play with him. you must have stood in silence for far too long because eddie spoke for you. his tone was heavy. you watched his lips move with his words. while his fingers toyed with yours.

“baby?’ he asked. you just nodded and sucked harder.

he giggled while rotating his soaked thumb on your tongue. “hmm, what’s the matter, that sweet mouth of yours doesn’t wanna be so mean anymore does she? poor thing. how devastating, i love hearing your pretty noises.. and whines… and pouts. you just need something to fill you up, don’t you?”. eddie clicked his teeth in dissatisfaction as your tongue continued to play with his salty finger. you shook your head at him like a child. telling him you didn’t wanna talk and would rather do this. you were scared of what you would say anyways. the man smirked at you before moving closer to whisper something in your ear. as he spoke softly you reminded yourself this was your sworn enemy. never did you think he could make you so hot. never did you think you would let something like this happen.

eddie was fully in control as he spoke to your empty mind. when his lips barely touched your earlobe you could hear his breath. it made your head spin. that was the closest he had been to you. you felt his hot exhale on your neck. his tone when he said his next words were laced with evil. “tell me, what is it that you want out of this? i can tell you’re touched starved.” his breath grazed your ear again, his lips fell to your jaw and he kissed you there. “mhm,” eddie groaned. “your boyfriend isn’t taking good care of you and your mouth is he?” eddie paused. “because if he was, i bet you’d have way less of an attitude with me all the time.”

this was a dangerous game you two were playing.

you moved your hands between your bodies. the tip of your finger grazed the hem of his shirt and slightly pulled it up. you felt the path of hair that guided you into his pants. eddie winced at the action. he pulled away from you slightly to give your hand room to slip into his waistline. you looked down at his jeans, realizing he was about to pop the zipper on them. you wished it was a bit brighter so you could see exactly what he was packing. there was really no need because you could feel him in your hand. he groaned into the skin of your neck and started leaving messy open mouth kisses in his wake. when you curved your hand just right he whined. “ohh… fuckk”.

eddie grabbed your hand away from his body and instead rushed to pick you up. you yelped and giggled as he drug you back to his bestfriends house. “what.. what are you doing, eddie?” he let out a gruff laugh. “finishing what you started”. his boots stomped on the ground as the pitter patter of your own soles tried to keep up with his. when you both had arrived back inside the party was in its last stage. he rushed you through the doorway and then into the kitchen. bodies were passed out on the livingroom floor. cans were both empty and spilled all over the stairs that eddie was leading you up. there was a door that had a sock on the doorknob in the hall that led to the guest bedrooms of the large home steve and his absent family stayed in.

he threw open a door to a room he knew wouldn’t be occupied because steve always kept a room reserved for eddie and robin when they stayed over. as he manhandled you he slammed the previously open door and pushed you against it. he looked into your eyes. “..this okay, yeah?” he huffed. his chest raised quickly anticipating your answer. “ye-..”, the reassuring words hadn’t even left you before he was swallowing them down.

eddie forced the searing kiss onto your lips while he groaned. it was all tongue and teeth as you both fought to taste each other. he grabbed you cheeks to keep you steady while he studied each curve and imperfection of the lips he had always wished to kiss. he traced his tongue though your crevices. you were everything to him. he had secretly been starving for this very moment since he had a sample of your taste from his damp joint you bummed. your spit teasing him.

though he was rough with you his hands were gentle. he held your face softly and pawed at your hips. it was easy for him to maneuver around you and unbutton your jeans. you were both so desperate, but eddie was pathetic. he was whining and moaning while grinding against your thigh. he pulled away with a soft bite on your bottom lip. he lifted you up by the waist and carried you from the door and further into the room till your back was met with the guest bed. he grabbed your ankles as you fell back and pulled your pants down just enough to where he could see the tiniest bit of your panties.

eddie bites his lip softly, smiling to himself. he had been wanting to get you into this position since the beginning of his toments. eddie crawls up your frame as he slowly pulls your jeans completely down. his arms wrap around and spread your thighs. your head unwillingly fell backwards. the muscles of your neck strained. you felt him leave a gentle kiss on your covered clit. it wasn’t much, but it was enough to drive you insane. he laughed with his face close to your center. his hot breath so close gave you another sensation of how crazy this was. eddie teased you with his fingers over the fabric making your thighs clench together around his head. blocking his view and slowing his moments.

“ah.. you keep those legs open or we’re stopping… been thinking ‘bout this too long.” he hooks his strong arms around your calves. he forces you into the position easily. eddie wasn’t being dramatic. he had been dreaming about this for years and now he wasn’t gonna let you move an inch. you let him hold you.

you hated him. you loved this.

you cupped your hand around your mouth to try to stay quiet. as soon as you did, eddie raised over you and pulled it away harshly. he laid your palm flat and open over your head. “none of that either.. talk to me, doll. let me hear you…” he demanded with a sultry tone. “yes, eddie..” you nodded and then he kissed you. the kiss this time was softer and laced with feeling.

“that’s a good girl… such a good girl”, he murmurs the words to himself as he makes his way back down. “your boyfriend ever do this for you baby…?” eddie possessively played with the hem of your panties while purposely teasing your lips. you answer him with a small whine. “..no..”, you lean forward to watch him. he grins at you like a devil. eddie slides his fingers under your panties, rubbing your slick around your mess. “oh god.. you.. you were this wet for me while we were out there talking weren’t you?” all you could do was nod. he slowly hooks his fingers onto the straps of your panties and pulls them off to expose you to him fully. his breath hitched, you heard it. the damp fabric moving from your hips down to your thighs and past your ankles makes you roll your eyes back and instinctively buck your hips towards him. as your panties had moved down, his lips now moved up. a kiss on your ankle, a harsh bite on your inner knee, a wet suck and pop of his lips on your inner thigh.

“gonna make you feel so good, you’re gonna feel so good cause of me, baby. no one else, m’kay?” eddie opens your legs wide again so he can indulge himself. he grunts as he gets a good look at you. he kisses your exposed clit and sucks deeply. his eyes roll back at the taste. soft, messy sounds start to fill the room from your dripping wet pussy and his sloppy tongue. you could subtly hear the grind of his hips against the spring mattress. his tongue worked in firm circles on your sensitive nub, followed by gentle slides of his up your tummy in tender touches.

“god, you soaked through your panties, pretty girl”. you whined above him, unable to answer his statements. you watched him as he collapsed your worn garment into a bundle in his free hand, he stuffed it deeply in his back jean pocket. “gotta save that for later so i know i'm not dreaming…” eddie growled from deep in his throat. the overwhelming and confusing feelings made you reach for him. he giggled and stuffed a finger into you while continuing to lick his flat tongue up your center to savor your dripping arousal.

the air was filled with the smell of sex and the sloppy sounds of him drinking you down. he worked you open for him. he was silent as he catered towards his own needs and fantasies, still not fully comprehending that you were wincing under him in pleasure. when he felt your walls clench around his fingers and your pants grow even shorter, eddie began to talk you through your finish. “does that feel good, sweetheart?” his hips rutted into the mattress, hard. the prospects of getting you off was getting him harder than he had ever been before.

though eddie was so fucked out, his mean demonor didn’t stray far away. he slowed his movements just to hear you cry out for him. when you looked for an answer to why he was slowing down, he smirked at you. you watched through your lashes as he flicked his tongue just right and in a dreadfully slow curve. “taste so.. fucking.. good”, he said to himself. then he harshly slapped your clit after your hand had fallen back over your mouth to muffle your moans. “ahha!” you cried. “what did i say? answer me.. feels good, doesn’t it?”. “yes.. yes feels…ah… really good.. don’t stop. please. don’t stop.” you whimpered for him. his chest grew warm, his tummy turned.

he whispered his words while kissing your clit “mhm… wasn’t hard was it? all i needed to hear, baby.” he continued his faux attitude while you cried for him. he was close to falling apart. he had to be dreaming. eddie moved his fingers over you in an agonizingly slow manner, while he day dreamed. as he mindlessly day dreamed of all the things he could do to you tonight he heard you cry out for him to give you more. you didn’t have to tell him twice. he picked up his pace once again. you trembled, a moan stuck in your throat threatening to rip through you. you couldn’t hold on anymore. your entire body shakes for him as your breath leaves your lungs. his name is a constant curse of how good he could make you really feel. the way you moaned for him was making his cock unbelievably hard. you can feel his devilish smile againsts you as he furthers his torture and fucks you through your first orgasm, not daring to slow down for you to catch your breath. his hips continue to chase friction from the mattress.

a massive tidal wave washes over you. the sounds of your hot cunt leaking for him and down his fingers make him leak through his pants and onto the bed with his own pre. the relief you feel brings tears to your eyes as you cum harder than you thought was possible for a person to. your dripping hole clenched around him like a vice. it continues to suck him back in, he’s not ashamed to give your greedy pussy more.

“eddie! ahhha.. eddie!” you scream out from overstimulation. your needy tone surprises him so he quickly slows down his pace. he calms you. eddie places hot kisses on the hollow spot between your hip and thigh. after he sucks your skin a deep purple eddie sits up a little. he’s letting go of your legs, and placing both of his hands on the top of your thighs. he grips the doughy skin gently to ease your tingly body. the tenderness of his actions allows you to come back down to earth. you look up at him over you. as you made eye contact eddie pulled his shirt off of his chest. his hands worked on loosening his belt buckle. he was so handsome like this. “you’re handsome..” you mumbled in a drowsy state.

“you.. you really think so..?” he blushed a deep maroon while you hummed when he collapsed onto you. he raised slightly to help you take your own shirt off. he moved desperately. “need to feel you..” he pulls you into a searing hug. skin on skin. eddie raises your back to arch for him before he pops the back of your bra undone. you whine at how efficient he was with it. “eddie..” you whimper. he pulled the garment off of you as he raised himself up. he threw it somewhere into the room with the rest of the now growing pile of clothes.

then he was working on his jeans. he clumsily moved his knees back and forth to rock out of the tight restricting pants. your hand must’ve made it’s way to his lower tummy while he undressed. he pulled the band of his boxers down and he let his swollen cock bounce free. it slapped the back of your hand. you both moaned at the contact. his tip was bright red and dripping. eddie whined as he grabbed his base. he got a serious glint in his eyes as he let you take it and guided it down to you. “you think it’s handsome?” "y-yeah," you nodded, sounding a little hoarse.

you sighed a little at the feeling of him letting you run it through your folds. he was huge and bigger than anything you had ever taken. he grabbed your hips to keep your body from running from him, or worse pushing him into you when he wasn’t composed at all and risking hurting you. he insulted your past experiences to make himself feel better about the fact that he was forsure going to bust early. “never had a dick this big?” he teased shyly. his false confidence died when you looked at him with need. oh, he was so fucked. he had already been so on edge while playing with you using his fingers.

he bent at the waist and kissed you again, right when you least expected it. you felt his hips pull away from your slightly. he whispered “..you.. shit.. are you ready?" he asked you, but it sounded like he was stalling.

karma's a bitch and you were tired of waiting. you were going to win this standoff. the break between your last orgasm and now allowed you to catch your breath. with a huff and a whisper into the shell of his ear, you teased, “are you?”. you broke down all his walls with those two words. "baby… oh baby.. fuck i've been ready for this for years," he choked the confession out breathlessly before plunging forward and filling you with his cock in one smooth motion. eddie shivered as he pressed his hips up to yours, moaning weakly and so completely in love. his eyes were shut tight and his head tossed back in concentration.

when he regained his composure he fucked into you like he was crazed. he grabbed the back of your thighs and threw you into his cock. back and forth. his pace was relentless as he started moving his mouth a mile per minute. just like his hips. “i don’t deserve this. always been… so mean to you and.. you still wanna give me this sweet pussy? god, you’re gonna make me cum, sweetheart. i’m sorry i'm already gonna cum.” he was rambling while he lost his tempo. eddie pulled your legs onto his shoulders as he rotated his hips deeper. he popped his finger in his mouth and licked the digit before he laced it between your bodies and started working on your clit. “it would be really mean.. of me to not let you.. cum again. and.. ahha- fuck.. i need to feel you cum on me. please”.

your legs trembled, your walls sucking him in deeper. “yes! yes! just like that, baby”, he grunted in your ear. “eddie ohh.. god.. im gonna cum. im gonna cum!” you felt him shake over you while his hot breath painted your neck in a allowed dampness. he bit your neck to suppress his needy whines. he chanted your name but not before dropping an absolute bomb on you.

“fuck… i love you, always loved you. and i love this pussy shit..” you hardly caught his confession as your orgasms both teetered on the edge. “gonna fucking fill you up, fill my good girl up.. you want that? fuck give it to me… i need it. i need you...” you nodded your head with haste. “give it to me, eddie. please.. you can cum inside me..” both of you crossed the finish line together as the waves washed over you. eddie’s entire body shuddered. his grip his rough hands had on you was so tight there was sure to be evidence that this wasn’t just some sick dream tomorrow. the way your nails had clawed against his back and forearms branding him in the same way. he felt both of your liquids gush around his cock as he slowed his pace and grunted. he didn’t wanna pull away. eddie was too scared of what your reaction would be to his afterglow of the best orgasm he had ever had. not to mention the embarrassment of his loose tongue.

after a few moments of silence he slightly moved so he could look into your eyes. you had a dumb smile on your face. eddie accepted the humiliation and grinned back. he stayed buried inside of you. only adjusting to see you better in certain moments. you allowed his words from earlier to ring in your ears. he looked at you with pure devotion wondering who was going to address what he said first.

“so-“ he started.

“we-“ you said at the same time.

“you.. uh.. you go first.. please?” he nervously bit his lip while adjusting the warm blanket you two had found yourselves wrapped up in. he moved his face to yours. “no.. how about you finish what you started”.

the boy could only slowly blink at you. oh how the tables had turned.

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elisefolklore · 2 years

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paper rings

‘i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this’ taylor swift, lover

read part one, happiness here!

Summary — the six kids tried their best for you and eddie to admit your feelings to each other.

Length — 4.5k

this a repost from my side blog @folklorelise13 as i am moving everything to my main

You got out of bed and picked up the phone.

‘Hello?’ you said weakly.

‘Hi,’ you could hear Eddie’s smile.

Silence. After realising that you liked Eddie Muson, it appeared as if you lost all social skills you had and did not know what to say anymore, just like when you were back in high school.

‘Did you walk a long time?’ you hesitated, not knowing what else to say.

‘It was alright, I’m used to walking home from school.’

‘Do you have your licence?’ you wondered, curious because you never saw Eddie driving around.

‘I,’ Eddie stretched on the vowel, ‘know how to start and drive a car.’

‘So you do?’

‘Let’s just say I do,’ Eddie laughed.

‘You liar!’ Dustin shouted on the phone.

‘Dustin shut up!’ you heard Mike say.

‘Dustin!’ you shouted from your room, ‘hang up!’

You made sure to wait a good minute before talking again.

‘They probably didn’t hang up,’ you warned Eddie, ‘so, I’ll see you tomorrow? Like— for breakfast, as usual?’

‘Yeah, I’ll be there.’

‘Ok,’ you let out a breath, ‘goodnight then.’

‘Goodnight.’

You hung up, and went downstairs to find the six children around the phone. Once they saw you, they all pretended to be watching TV, ignoring you. You put your hands on your hips and stared at them.

‘Anything you want to say to me?’ you asked, slightly annoyed.

‘I’m sorry,’ El stood up, ‘it was their idea,’ she pointed at the boys.

‘El!’ Mike shouted.

‘We won’t do it again,’ Lucas apologised.

‘We’re sorry,’ Will apologised too, hating to see you disappointed.

‘It’s alright,’ you sat with them on the couch, ‘it’s not like anything was going to happen anyway,’ you mumbled.

Soon enough, the kids all fell asleep on the couch instead of their rooms. Max fell asleep clinging to you, with El’s head on your shoulder. You gently grabbed the blanket and put it over them and fell asleep with them in the living room.

The kids all woke up around eight, and decided to make you breakfast for once. They all felt a little bad for yesterday's incident, so they thought this would make you happy.

‘So what do we make?’ Will asked them.

‘Waffles?’ El suggested.

‘Yeah, that seems easy enough,’ Max agreed.

Half of the waffles were burnt, but it was the thought that counted. You woke up when you heard the loud doorbell ring. You relanctly got up to open the door, only to find Eddie, in his usual leather jacket and denim one over the other.

‘Morning,’ Eddie smiled.

When you realised it was Eddie in front of you, you slammed the door shut. You were not cleaned up, or dressed up, you could not have him come in like that. You shouted at Dustin to open the door, while you ran to your bedroom to brush your teeth, clean up your hair, and put on some clothes before going back down.

‘Hey,’ you waved at them, walking in the kitchen, sitting next to Eddie.

‘Hey,’ he smiled at you.

You stared at him eating before looking away, smiling.

‘These weren’t made by me, by the way,’ you pointed at the waffles.

‘I could tell, these taste so much better than what I’m used to here,’ Eddie joked.

‘Well, if that’s the case, I guess you won’t be eating the lemon meringue pie I’ll be baking this afternoon?’ you frowned, also joking.

‘Really?’ Eddie beamed. ‘I have been dreaming about that pie for weeks!’

‘Yeah, maybe you could—.’

‘Great!’ Dustin cut you off excited, ‘it means Eddie’s free for another campaign right before Will has to go back to California right?’

Eddie looked at you, but you only nodded and smiled.

‘That’s a great idea!’ you agreed.

‘Yeah,’ Eddie nodded.

El and Max stayed with you and helped you bake the pie and the butterscotch oatmeal cookies — Eddie’s favourites — and you three spent the entire afternoon baking. You wanted to make sure that Eddie would have enough for at least a few days knowing that in a few days, you would be leaving too.

‘This is fun,’ El told you when the cookies were put in the oven.

‘It is,’ Max smiled, ‘I wish we could do this more often. I— I missed you two.’

‘Max,’ you put your hand on her head, ‘I missed you all too, a lot. In less than five months, it’ll be summer break and I’ll be staying here the whole time.’

Max nodeed, before wrapping her arms around you.

‘It’s ok Max,’ you rubbed her back. ‘It’ll be ok. Is everything alright at home?’ you sat down with Max and El.

‘It’s fine,’ Max shrugged. ‘My mom’s working, and she— just hangs in there. We haven’t found Billy’s father.’

‘Is the trailer park alright? Because if it’s too dangerous or anything, your mom and you can move in here.’

‘No, it’s alright,’ Max gave you a small smile.

‘Ok,’ you smiled, ‘but if anything goes wrong, you tell me, you call me and I’ll come back alright?’

Max nodeed. Max was the last kid to arrive, but that did not stop you from taking her under your care. You had to protect her, especially against her step-brother Billy, but that was not a problem anymore. Now, you had to make sure she was alright and lived a good life at Hawkins, which was complicated with you living so far away from them.

‘So, Eddie,’ Dustin smiled when the campaign was over, ‘do you like y/n?’

‘Yeah, she’s great,’ Eddie said simply, grateful for the dark lights in the room.

‘You have been spending a lot of time together,’ Lucas smiled, ‘are you about to ask her out?’

‘That would be so great!’ Dustin insisted.

‘Eddie is about to become our uncle,’ Mike wiped a fake tear.

‘I thought this way would never come,’ Lucas fake cried with Mike.

‘You morons!’ Eddie threw his butt cushion at them. ‘I am not asking her out.’

‘Why not?’ Dustin whined. ‘You both are always glued together, you love spending time together for no reason, she likes talking about metal music, and DnD, and guitar with you when she never showed any interest before; you listen to pop music for her and I saw you reading her favourite book last week. She cooks and bakes for you almost every day since she arrived. You spent all your time with her too, when you never hang out with us outside of school and DnD campaigns. So why not ask her out?’

They all nodded, agreeing with Dustin. Eddie sighed heavily.

‘She is not staying here right? So what’s the point?’ Eddie sat down on his throne.

‘Suzie and I aren’t living next to each other, and yet, we love each other, and we make it work,’ Dustin said.

‘You have a girlfriend?’ Eddie yelped.

‘Don’t try and change the subject,’ Lucas said. ‘Do you think you’re too good for our y/n or something?’

‘What? No! What I meant was — y/n is great, the best even, and I, Eddie the Freak Munson, would never pull that,’ Eddie explained with a pang of his heart. ‘She doesn’t love me.’

‘But you do?’ Will asked timidly.

Eddie stared at Will, sighed, and looked down.

‘Who wouldn’t?’ Eddie mumbled, falling back against the throne. ‘Don’t tell her that!’ Eddie quickly added.

‘We won’t,’ Dustin promised, ‘because you will tell her that yourself.’

‘No I won’t,’ Eddie laughed sourly.

‘Will is leaving tomorrow, meaning, y/n will leave in two days, on saturday,’ Mike said.

‘It will give you plenty of time to confess your undying love to her,’ Lucas teased him.

‘If you don’t, we will,’ Dustin finished.

Eddie glared at Dustin.

‘Or maybe not,’ Dustin quickly added before leaving with his friends. ‘See you at home,’ he shouted before biking away.

Eddie took all his time cleaning up the room. Eddie never had a girlfriend, or any romantic relationships. He had crushes before, but nothing ever happened with his Freak title. He knew better than to ask anyone out and have the entire town gossip about it. But it was different with you. First, you were out of high school, second, you were actually nice to him, and third, you did not mind being seen with him, and the hellfire club.

After cleaning up everything, he went to your house. He was welcomed with a piece of his favourite pie and favourite cookies on a plate.

‘I put them aside for you because these monsters devoured everything,’ you pointed at the kids still eating alongside Robin and Steve who came in not long ago.

‘Thanks,’ he took the plate.

‘Come,’ you took his hand and pulled him on the couch, ‘it’s too loud in there,’ you showed the kitchen.

Eddie took the fork you handed him and started to eat, and once again, it was wonderful. He enjoyed every bite of the pie and the cookies. He took a piece of the pie with his fork and put it in front of you.

‘What are you doing,’ you backed away, laughing.

‘I’m sharing,’ Eddie smiled back at you.

You smiled and ate the pie. Eddie finished his plate by sharing it with you. He noticed that every time you cooked, you would always feed the others and only eat the remaining.

‘I wish you could stay here forever,’ Eddie admitted, putting the place on the table. ‘I wish we were friends when you were still here.’

‘Really?’

‘Yeah.’

‘I always wanted—.’

But you were cut off by everyone coming into the leaving room. Nancy stayed at your house that night, since Jonathan would be leaving tomorrow. Which meant, your house was packed with people. Nancy slept with Jonathan in the guest room, Joyce had her room, and Max, El and you slept on your bed, while Dustin, Lucas, Will and Mike all slept on mattresses put in your bedroom.

Eddie, Robin and Steve all left very late, not before reassuring you that Steve would drop Eddie off and that he would not walk home alone that late.

‘See you tomorrow,’ you waved goodbye at Eddie. ‘See you two around soon too,’ you hugged Robin and Steve.

You went back to bed, where all the kids were already ready to sleep. You washed up and went to bed, putting yourself in the middle.

‘So y/n,’ Dustin started, ‘remember that night, where you spaced out when we talked about Eddie?’

‘Eddie?’ Max smirked.

‘Is Eddie your boyfriend?’ El asked.

‘What!’ you sat down. ‘No! No, no, no, no. No. He is not my boyfriend, and I didn’t space out, I was just tired from driving you around and staying out late like that!’ you quickly blurted out.

‘But you like him, right?’ Lucas asked seriously.

‘Of course I like him,’ you stated, ‘I mean, he’s—,’ your thoughts drifted to Eddie.

‘Dreamy?’ Max laughed.

‘But do you like–like him?’ Mike asked.

‘In a romantic way,’ Dustin added.

‘I—,’ you did not know what to say.

‘Are you in love with Eddie?’ El gasped.

‘I—,’ you let out a deep breath.

You fall back on the bed.

‘I don’t know,’ you admitted. ‘I like him, I— I like Eddie a lot. I— think I might be in love with him.’

‘You should tell him that!’ Will smiled. ‘Because he—, I’m sure he loves you too,’ Will corrected himself. ‘He is always looking at you whenever you’re not looking, he always wants to spend time with you, he has to be in love — is what I think,’ Will added.

‘I agree,’ Dustin said.

‘Me too,’ Lucas agreed.

‘Yep,’ Mike nodded.

‘But, I’m leaving soon,’ you lamented. ‘I won’t even see him.’

‘Suzie and I, we don’t see each other every day,’ Dustin repeated his story, ‘yet we are in a relationship.’

‘I think you should tell him,’ Max lay next to you. ‘This town is cursed, so who knows what can happen… You have to live your life fully and that means putting yourself out there and telling the people who love, that you love them.’

You turned your head to look at Max with a soft smile.

‘I love you guys,’ you smiled, holding Max's hand tightly in yours.

‘We love you too,’ everyone said at the same time, laughing.

Joyce left early in the morning because of the long journey back home. Everyone was there saying goodbye, hugging each other. After they left, Dustin, Mike and Lucas all went back home too, on their bikes. You called Eddie and told him to come later because you were going to drive Max home first.

You never went to Max’s place before, so you let her guide you around and let you park your car in front of her trailer.

‘You’ll be alright?’ you asked her.

‘Yeah,’ Max nodded.

‘Ok, call me if you need anything.’

Max nodded again before leaving your car. You drove back home and stood in the hall. You got used to having this house full of people and now that it was empty, it felt weird. You walked to the kitchen and started to make breakfast. You had prepared some batter the day before, and you put them in a baking tin and put them in the oven. You took out some bananas and strawberries and cut them in thin pieces and put them on a plate.

Eddie knocked on your door just when you took the muffins out of the oven. You both sat next to each other and started to eat in silence. It was the first you two ate alone, without any of the kids around.

‘So,’ Eddie turned around to face you, ‘you’re leaving soon?’

‘I’m leaving Saturday morning, tomorrow is my last day here,’ you confirmed.

‘Oh,’ Eddie stared at his plate.

‘I’ll—,’ you looked at him, ‘I’ll miss you.’

Eddie looked up at you.

‘I mean,’ you quickly added, ‘like I’ll miss Max and Lucas, and Mike and Dustin!’

You did not want to hear Eddie say that you were being weird suddenly.

‘I’ll miss you too,’ Eddie smiled, ‘I’ll miss being well fed too. I can’t believe I’ll have to go back eating garbage food for the rest of my life,’ he sighed dramatically.

‘You are one drama king,’ you laughed. ‘I’ll be back around May, and then you’ll have to be stuck with me for at least four months.’

‘Don’t forget my graduation,’ Eddie added.

‘How can I forget? I’ll have to bring you a graduation gift,’ you thought, ‘what do you want?’

‘You,’ Eddie talked before he could think.

‘M–Me?’ you stuttered, smiling.

‘I mean, you being here will be enough.’

‘Oh. Right,’ you laughed, feeling hot from embarrassment.

Once breakfast was over, you put the plates away and took Eddie with you to your car.

‘Where are we going?’ Eddie asked you, letting you drag him around.

‘To the market.’

‘Why?’ he asked once in the car.

‘I wanted to prepare food for Max to freeze, so whenever her mom isn’t around to cook, she can just heat it.’

Eddie stared at you, lovingly.

‘What?’ you smiled.

‘Where did these kids find you?’

‘I used to babysit them,’ you explained. ‘I was on my way home, eating a cake that my mom had made for me, and I walked across the park, and I saw four children on the ground, with two of them crying, Will and Dustin. I was going to walk away, but then I saw a group of older guys, probably from high school, walking toward them.

‘I watched them grab the kids’ bags and toss it away and then they just laughed and walked away. It was horrible, so I walked over and helped them. They were children, they were eight, or nine and I was thirteen, almost fourteen, I had to do something,’ you continued to explain.

‘They explained that these guys just stole their snacks and that they were being bullied around by them. So I shared my food with them and I walked them home. And for a week, they would wait around the park and I would walk them home. And their mothers ended up asking me if I could babysit them, and I agreed, and I stayed with them the whole time.’

‘That was really nice of you,’ Eddie told you. ‘They all speak so highly of you, I thought they made you up.’

‘What?’ you laughed.

‘Yeah, I mean they were describing someone so good and perfect, I thought you weren’t real. Then I met you almost a month ago, and I still can’t believe it. You’re so kind and generous, it’s impossible to believe.’

‘I’m—,’ you looked away, smiling. ‘I think you’re really great too. I— Dustin talks about you very highly too. That kid loves you. They all do.’

‘And you?’ Eddie whispered.

‘Me?’ you repeated. ‘I— I—,’ you thought about what Max said to you last night. ‘I do too,’ you looked at him, ‘I like you.’

‘Really?’ Eddie could not believe his ears.

‘Yes,’ you said timidly. ‘You’re great, I— I loved spending time with you, and for the first time, I’m starting to think that, maybe, I wish I didn’t leave for college so I could stay here with you.’

You arrived at the market ten minutes ago, but neither of you wanted to leave yet.

‘I wish you didn’t have to leave too,’ Eddie grabbed your hand. ‘Because I like you a lot too, and I don’t want to let you go, ever again.’

‘You do?’ you beamed. ‘I can’t believe this,’ you mumbled to yourself.

‘So, what now?’ Eddie asked you.

‘I— I don’t know,’ you admitted. ‘I mean, people get together even when they live miles away from each other. So— we could too,’ you hesitated.

Maybe Eddie didn't want that.

‘We could,’ Eddie agreed, squeezing your hand.

‘Ok,’ you smiled, relieved.

You both stared into each other’s eyes, happy. Eddie slowly put his hands behind your neck and brought you closer to him.

‘Can I kiss you now?’

‘Yes.’

You put your hands on his arms and closed the gap between you two and kissed him. Eddie’s lips were soft, his tongue pressing against your gently. Kissing Eddie felt like a dream, and you never want to wake up or stop. But you both needed air, so the kissing stopped, both you panting slightly.

You smiled before leaving the car, feeling too warm inside. Eddie followed you behind, putting his arm around your shoulder.

‘I like this,’ he smiled.

‘Me too,’ you put your arm around his waist.

Eddie spent the rest of the day at your place, helping you cook — grabbing ingredients and cleaning them — and then you two put everything in a tupperwares and put them in the freezer.

Tired from cooking all day, you and Eddie both collapse on your couch. Eddie moved over and rested his head on your lap, and wrapped his arms around you.

‘I don’t want you to go,’ Eddie whined, looking up.

‘We’ll call each other, every day, and before you even know it, I’ll be back and we’ll figure something out.’

‘Okay,’ Eddie smiled.

Eddie and you decided it would be better not to tell anyone yet, since this was a rather new thing. Your last day at Hawkins was spent cleaning up the house and making sure there was no food left in the fridge so nothing would spoil, and making sure everything was clean. After eating lunch, you grabbed all the food you froze and put it in your car and drove to Max’s place. You knocked on her door and waited a bit before she opened it.

‘y/n!’ Max smiled, hugging you.

‘Hi!’ you hugged her back.

‘What are you doing here? I thought you were busy today?’

‘I am, I still haven’t packed my things, but I wanted to drop these off,’ you showed her your multiple bags.

‘What is that,’ Max let you in.

‘Food, lots of it. I— you mentioned that your mother couldn’t always cook so I thought I would freeze a lot of it for nights when she wouldn’t be there.’

Ever since her mother married Billy’s father, Max felt alone. With her mother always sticking with her step-father, and her violent step-brother, she had no one. Until she met Dustin and Lucas, and then you soon after.

At first, she thought that you would not care much about her, because she was the new girl, but you did. You were nice, and you cared for her even though you barely knew her. Max had not been that happy for a long time. So when you left, she was devastated, and on top of that, she had to move away with her mother.

‘Thank you,’ Max smiled, touched by your kindness. ‘I’ll put them in the freezer, you can stay here,’ she showed you the couch.

You sat on the couch and looked around. The windows did not have any curtains on them, so you could see the trailer in front of Max’s and the empty streets.

‘Looking out for Eddie to appear?’ Max joked when she sat next to you.

‘What?’ you asked, horrified that she might have, somehow, discovered what happened yesterday. ‘Wh—why would I be waiting for Eddie to appear out of nowhere?’

‘Because he lives just here,’ Max pointed at the trailer in front of her house.

‘What? Really?’ you asked, surprised.

‘Yeah.’

You spent another hour with Max, before she had to leave to meet up with Dustin, Mike and Lucas to hang out together.

‘We’ll come and see you before you leave tomorrow,’ Max warned you before skating away.

Just as you were about to get in your car, you saw a truck pulling in Eddie’s trailer. It was an older man getting out of it, and getting inside. You turned around, watching the pastries you bake that you wanted to drop off at Lucas’, Dustin’s and Mike’s. But maybe you could give some to Eddie. You took all the bags, which included all Eddie’s favourites and walked to his trailer, and knocked.

‘Eddie!’ you heard a man’s voice shouting, ‘get the door!’

‘You get it!’ Eddie shouted back.

After a few moments, the door finally opened up on Eddie, in his typical outfit, with a bandana in his hair. His eyes widened seeing you.

‘Who are you?’ the man you saw earlier appeared behind Eddie.

‘I’m y/n,’ you smiled. ‘Eddie’s girlfriend,’ you added.

‘Girlfriend, huh,’ the man smiled, patting Eddie’s back. ‘Nice. I’ll let you two alone then,’ he walked back and went into a room.

‘Girlfriend?’ Eddie smirked, leaning against the doorframe. ‘I thought we weren’t telling anyone yet?’

‘Well, I wanted to know how it sounded like to say it,’ you smiled. ‘Can I come in? Or are you busy?’ you suddenly realised. ‘I can go, I was just visiting Max and she said you were living here and I thought—-.’

Eddie took the bag in your hands, put his free hand behind your head and kissed you deeply.

‘Come in,’ Eddie took your hand. ‘Sorry it’s a mess, I—,’ he turned to look at you, flushed. ‘I would’ve cleaned if I knew you were coming.’

‘It’s fine!’ you reassured him. ‘It’s nice, it’s very cosy here.’

‘Come,’ Eddie took you down the little hallway.

He opened the door to his bedroom and closed the door behind you.

‘This is my palace,’ Eddie joked.

You looked around, amazed at his bedroom. You went to sit on his bed when he grabbed your hand and yanked you toward him, making you crash onto his chest.

‘You don’t want to sit down,’ Eddie admitted, still holding you.

You both looked at his bed.

‘Those stains are—,’ he tried to explain, ‘I don’t know what those stains are.’

‘Ok,’ you laughed. ‘Is this your guitar?’

‘Yeah, my most precious belonging.’

‘It’s amazing, it looks really great,’ you said. ‘Do you still play with your band?’

‘How do you know about my band?’ Eddie wondered. ‘You mentioned it twice now, the first time being when we first met.’

‘I—,’ you stared at his guitar, avoiding eye contact with Eddie.

Now that Eddie told you that he liked you, it would not be weird to reveal to him that you used to have a crush on him, meaning you went to all his gigs at the local bar back in high school. So you did, you told him everything.

‘Really?’ Eddie smiled.

‘Yes,’ you looked away, cheeks warm. ‘I— you were nice and then the years passed, and you definitely got more handsome and my teenage self was definitely having a crush on you.’

‘I can’t believe you never told me,’ Eddie frowned, holding your hand. ‘I probably would’ve fallen in love with you back then if you did.’

‘I almost did,’ you smiled, ‘it was junior year, I thought you were going to be gone at the end of the year, so I wanted to come and join hellfire club, but then I got nervous and left.’

‘Well, it doesn’t matter anyway because you’re here now,’ Eddie rested his forehead on yours.

‘I am,’ you kissed him.

Even though you were leaving tomorrow, neither of you wanted to talk about it. You spent the rest of the day with Eddie and his uncle, Wayne, and ate the pie and other pastries. When it was finally time for you to go home, Eddie walked back to your car with you.

‘Are you coming to say goodbye tomorrow with the kids?’ you asked him.

‘I’ll be there. Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?’

‘It’s fine,’ you promised. ‘I’ll… see you tomorrow then?’ you gave him a small smile.

‘See you,’ he whispered.

You woke up early Saturday, around seven and took your suitcase down the stairs. You changed into your clothes, and put the pyjamas away and cleaned up. Around eight, the doorbell rang and the kids and Eddie were all there.

You let them in and you all ate together in silence. No one knew what to say. All the kids were sad to see you go again. Then around nine, it was time for you to go. Eddie put your suitcase in the trunk and stood beside the kids.

‘Well,’ you smiled, ‘I had the best time with you guys around, and I’ll miss you all very much.’

‘I’ll miss you too,’ Max came to hug you.

They all came and wrapped themselves around you.

‘I’ll be back very soon, ok? And I’ll still write to you guys, every week.’

‘We’ll write too,’ Lucas said.

You turned around and faced Eddie. The kids were not far away, but far enough so they could not hear you two.

‘I wish I kissed you more yesterday,’ Eddie smirked, ‘cause now I can’t and I really want to.’

‘Me too,’ you admitted. ‘It’s only five months and then, we’ll be together forever.’

Eddie nodded, and you gave him a brief hug — to avoid raising suspicion — and went into your car. You rolled the window down and waved them goodbye while driving away.

‘See you soon!’ the kids all shouted.

check out my masterlist, read part three lover here!

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r-anela · 1 year

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My Masterlist

Hello lovelies, here is my Masterlist.

I try to update this list as often as possible. (Last Update: March 15 2023)

My ask Box is open, if you have a request feel free to reach out.

Here you can find which characters i write for and what my rules for requests are.

My promt list is there to help you out.

^_^ Eddie Munson (Kinda from old to new)

Roadtrip with Eddie Munson !? (My first Eddie Munson fic, platonic pairing of Eddie and reader)

Eddie saves you from a spider (you are afraid of spiders and eddie eliminates one for you)

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!- YOU SMOKE?" ( Eddie Muson finds out you smoke and isn't really impressed)

Eddie comforts you after a stressful day (this is a little scenario of how Eddie's reaction would be after you had a long, hard day at work. Inspired by the post from @ghosttownwherenoonegoes)

Eddie finds you drunk, sitting on the sidewalk (Eddie finds you drunk on the curb and takes care of you)

The smell of campfire smoke in the air (A short story about reader and Eddie having a bonfire with the whole squad)

Trailer Next Door (This is the first part of a series I have started to write, but currently have no motivation to continue, if you have ideas or suggestions please comment)

The first frost of the season (Reader is smoking outside of Eddies Trailer in the morning)

Making your favorite apple-based dessert (the squad has arranged to bake Apple Pie and apple rolls and it ends up with a date with Eddie)

Raking up leaves and jumping into them (You rake up the leaves and it turns into a lot of fun)

The chilly bite in the morning air (Eddie being a cat person and taking care of the stray cats)

Decorating the front door with autumn wreaths (You craft door wreaths and autumn decorations together)

Old Picture of us (This is the series, why there is überhaut this blog, but at the moment I have not written further, if someone is interested in it I make evtl further. But the story would be a long one and not a love story.)

Way of Eternity (A little story about Rockstar Eddie Munson, inspired by @enam3l)

Gothic Girl _ E.M. ( With the boys coming home from college for the summer, a DnD session needs to happen. But Eddie's apartment is too small, so they all go to his best friend's house, however the boys did not expect such a home)

Falling in the dumpster_E.M. (My little take on one part of THIS amazing take on getting married to Eddie from @pullhisteeth)

A Ring for happiness and eternity

(>'-'<) Robin Buckley

Drowning in oversized sweaters ( You and Robin are dating, you bought each other sweaters)

“Everything is better when you are here” trip to NYC

(★‿★) Steve + Eddie (Steddie)

Be my Valentine?! (your at Steve's House, ready for a movie night and want Eddie and Steve to confess that they are dating)

-Headcanons-

Eddie Munson

When Eddie finds you sleeping on the sofa

Back Scratches

Eddie’s Love language

Steve Harrington

Steve's love language

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aemiron-main · 10 months

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Correct me if I'm wrong,

You think Vecna will take over Eddie Muson's body, and that is Edward Creel?

(Also, how do u come up with so many theories all the time. Love ur blog)

HELLO ANON! Not quite! I think that Edward Creel is already Vecna, and that part of how they *reveal* that Edward Creel is Vecna (rather than Henry Creel being Vecna) will be via Vecna possessing Eddie's body (just like how in S4, they made Eddie play Vecna in the Hellfire DND game which gives us the subtext that Edward Creel is LITERALLY Vecna/is Vecna IRL the same way that Eddie "Edward" Munson was figuratively Vecna/Vecna in the game). Does that make sense, anon? Especially with Vecna answering to the name Eddie/Edward & the whole "well is that because he's possessing the body of Eddie Munson or is that because his name is Edward/Eddie Creel" thing. Thank you so much, anon!!!! <333 A combination of a love for ST, a love for media analysis, and autism is how I come up with so many theories.

#stranger things #edward creel #st anons

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emanueletrementozzi · 6 years

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Sabato da protagonisti per il Gruppo Arbitri Marche

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Sabato da protagonisti per il Gruppo Arbitri Marche

Un altro straordinario sabato da leoni per il Gruppo Arbitri Marche che, domani pomeriggio, sarà impegnato con ben otto arbitri sui campi di tutta la regione. Si inizia alle 10.30 di mattina, al Belletti di Porto Sant’Elpidio, con la sfida tra Allievi 2002 Porto Sant’Elpidio-Montemilone Pollenza. A dirigere il match Emanuele Trementozzi.

Quindi, nel pomeriggio, il boom. Alle 16 ben quattro incontri in contemporanea: sempre Trementozzi fischierà l’inizio delle ostilità tra HR Maceratese e Vigor Castelfidardo, mentre Roberto Del Rosso sarà di scena al Del Conero per Anconitana-Sangiustese. Allo Sticchi di Tolentino, invece, Florin Drilea darà il via al Real contro il Serralta; chiude Pierluigi Ricci allo Scarfiotti con Potenza Picena-Portorecanati.

Alle 16.30, invece, Patrick Di Lupidio sarà impegnato a Villa Musone nel test tra i gialloblu di mister Angelo Cetera e il Chiesanuova. Chiude, alle 18, la terna composta da Joris e Gianmarco Verrucci, oltre a Ciro Trinetta, per Valdichienti-Montegiorgio.

Il sabato di fuoco fa seguito all’ottimo mercoledì scorso, che ha visto in campo il Gruppo Arbitri Marche per ben quattro incontri. Roberto Del Rosso ha diretto il match tra Cluentina e San Claudio al Valleverde di Piediripa, terminato 7-1 per gli ospiti, mentre Patrick Di Lupidio si è recato a Camerino per la sfida tra i padroni di casa e il Montemilone Pollenza.

Emanuele Trementozzi ha chiuso il poker al Ferranti di Porto Sant’Elpidio: prima la formazione di mister Eddy Mengo si è battuta contro il San Marco Lorese, cedendo per 3 a 2, poi la Vis Faleria è stata sconfitta dal Trodica per 4 a 3.

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ratskcoreddie · 11 months

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haven’t seen a lot of people writing eddie with a spit kink but i know he would indulge in it, filth under the cut 18+

the dialogue of a movie plays in the background. the scene before you is at the peak in its plot, some action movie with loud noises eddie put on after you had shared takeout together. the volume of the tv did nothing to drown out the slow, sloppy, messy, and desperate kisses. his now swollen lips had been tending to you for the entire second half of the movie. “so messy f’me”, he’d whisper between the booms of the explosions and the swaps of spit.

earlier in the evening you were both on the couch facing the screen until eddie distracted you. he had innocently wrapped his arm around you and thrown a blanket over his legs to get comfortable. as he cocooned into himself he brought you in closer to his side so he could adjust you. eddie moved your legs over his under the blanket, and burrowed his chin and nose into the nape of your neck. you hummed sleepily at his warm gesture. “so soft..” he’d sigh. his breath tickling you.

then he was being not so bashful. he danced the bridge of his nose on your soft throat till you were squirming in his lap, and with wandering lips he slowly left featherlight kisses down your neck and then back up. when you released a soft sigh and relaxed in eddie’s arms his tongue flattened out from between his lips and began painting you with his mark. his saliva dripping down, down, down till he was lapping it up. eddie would repeat this, over and over till your shirt collar was wet with evidence of his need to savor you.

the cold air when he would pull away every so often caused you to tense up. he could feel the chills spreading over your arms as your thighs clenched in his lap. eddie loved having the power over you and when he dove back in he would sloppily nip your neck with his canines then soothe you with his warm tongue. granting you relief with his hot body. it was a large contrast of the hot and cold, pain and pleasure. a whisper of —“did you like that, baby?”, dying on his tongue and muffled by your skin. when you would whimper he would breathe harder. shielding his groans that were escaping him. eddie trying and failing to hide the fact that he was enjoying this more than you.

after your neck was sure to be bruised and pink with lovebites. he pulled away again. he grabbed you by the throat softly and pinched your cheeks. he popped a kiss onto your pinched lips that made a smack sound. your neck was wet and his eyes were wide. you looked so pretty under him while your loose baby hairs stuck to your now sticky throat. the image in front of him just increased his hunger. after the sweet gesture of the previously innocent kiss, the boy turned your face and licked up your cheek. he was slow and articulate. you could tell he was wanting to taste you, really taste you.

he reached the top of your cheekbone when you tried moving away from his gross behavior. the grip on your neck tightened. his eyes bored into yours forcing you to freeze. “be still. not done with you yet”. he growled at you, eddie pried open your mouth with his long fingers. “get my fingers nice and wet for me, yeah?” he asked but he didn’t need your permission. his pointer and middle finger pushed onto your tongue abruptly causing you to gag. you produced more spit. he pulled his fingers out and let the bodily fluid drip down your chin.

“oh.. fuck” he paused, “you’re such a tease”. he watched you perform for him. your pink muscle moving in circles around him and flicking over his fingertips before letting the drool fall out of your mouth and down your chin. the principal of it was disgusting, but eddie liked disgusting, and he loved you. he moved his fingers away from your mouth and into his own. he made a show of sticking out his tongue and catching the string of spit that sat between his fingers that were shaped in a v in front of you. you moaned for him. he grunted.

“open that pretty mouth for me again, sweetheart”, he almost begged. you obeyed him with mercy, unsure what was going to come next. “stick out your tongue… yeah, baby.. just like that, pretty girl”. eddie praised you briefly. your lips were swollen, drool continued to drip down your face and your throat was wide. “c’mere”.

eddie moved you so your mouth was below his. he closed his mouth and you watched as his throat gathered his own spit into a pool on his tongue. he opened his jaw slowly and held you exactly where he needed you. he hummed in satisfaction when you stayed put, watching him with big doe eyes. his glob of saliva he had produced fell on your pink muscle and he watched with admiration as you swallowed. the boy above you groaned.

the credits of the movie were rolling as he roughly grabbed you and forced you onto your knees in front of him on the couch. the blanket long gone because both of you were so hot. eddie pulled you up off the floor for a moment. another messy and grueling kiss hit you. he didn’t care that his tongue was barely in your mouth and that yours was all over his lips and cheeks. all eddie cared about was having you be dirty for him. only him. a string of spit connected your lips. eddie sucked it up, and you crouched back down on your knees.

the vhs tape clicked off and the blue screen of the tv illuminated his frame as he ripped off his shit shirt and struggled with his belt.

“be good and put that dirty mouth on me. need to feel how wet your pretty throat is, baby.” he moaned for you as you listened to his belt click off. he pulled the denim of his jeans down with his boxers. his hard leaking cock jumped out and he wrapped his large palm around the base. you drooled at the sight.

“now, spit on it.”

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ratskcoreddie · 1 year

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‘a lesson in romantics’ (rockstar!eddie x shy!fem!reader) part one, chapter one ★— ‘teenage dirtbag’ ♡

introduction: after being invited out by a few of your friends your nerves hit you hard, a night out at the movies would've been fine. instead you found yourself at the hideout. as the evening progresses you're glad the universe had other plans. the cute guitarist on stage was better than any movie you had ever seen, and did he just look at you? [WC: 13k] rockstar!eddie au.

tropes this chapter: stranger to friends to lovers. slow burn. soulmates. oblivious to love.

warnings & tags this chapter: 18+, rockstar!eddie, shy!rfem!reader, slight angst, self doubt, strong language, suggestive language, swearing, drinking, smoking, sexual tension, casual dominance, sub / dom dynamics, eddie is a sweetheart, nicknames, steve and eddie being bros, series.

parings: rockstar!eddie x shy!fem!reader.

the progression of the night so far made you on edge for the events to follow. you had been rushed into the small dimly lit bar by the ushers. herding the line outside like sheep was their job, but it made you quite nervous. they had taken your ticket, ripped off the edge, and checked your id with a haste you weren’t expecting.

when you made it inside you could tell there weren't many people in the line to see the band that was on the marquee. these people were really just crowding to the bar on a tuesday night because it was the only bar in hawkins that wasn’t packed. you and your group among the few that came to see the act. finding a seat at the small bar, you sat down and turned to face the stage. it wasn’t really much of a stage, nonetheless it was high enough to raise the performers off the floor and keep the fans at bay.

centering your eyes on the platform from your seat, your vision tried adjusting to the dark behind it. hoping to catch a glance at the people moving around in the back. it felt wrong to be watching them move like a unit before the show. the crew of the tiny venue must’ve worked hard together behind the scenes. their efforts were sure to be paid off when you saw the lights and heard the acoustics.

the figures were working the equipment inside. you were a curious individual so your eyes lingered. just couldn’t help yourself. having a good view of all of the staging and the things out of public view felt secretive. it helped you grasp that where you sat was a great spot, the band was set to perform only a few feet from you. the stage was small and cramped so everyone would have a good view, but your view came with a seat, some backstage access, and drinks.

it was still early in the night so you had beat most of the crowd to the comfortable stool. secretly grateful that you got to the hideout early to have the opportunity. majority of the people here for the band made it to the front of the stage anyways. you didn’t feel too bad for crowding the bar with your space.

your view also granted a favorable view of the sound box. someone you couldn’t make out with curly hair held a guitar, strumming mindlessly. after he finished playing a few chords he threw up his hands to another shadow and gave a thumbs up. the mysterious person sat the instrument down and faded back into the darkness. you averted your eyes back to watch the entrance doors, not allowing the interest of what the band was doing backstage spoil any part of the show coming up.

without something to observe you picked at your nails while you listened to the crowd funneling through the doors. you pulled the skin from your thumb to numb your busy brain. even when you tried relaxing and having a night by yourself, or with you and your friends it was hard. this was hard.

you were still slightly unsure on why you had told your friends you wanted to go out and do something tonight. it had been awhile for you and you were still undecided, but before you had an opportunity to bite your tongue. it just happened. one of your friends mentioned they had plans for the night already. when they extended an invite to you it was hard to say no.

they each talked about how they had to check out this small band playing at a chummy bar. wanting to see them perform because they had somewhat of a small following. going on and on till you finally showed interest in their idea. it seemed like they could be promising entertainment for an indie metal band. a good soundtrack for a spontaneous night.

behind you, a few of your friends had already started with drinks but you decided to hold off for longer. not yet wanting to order something with the servers. you sat on the barstool still speculating that the people behind the curtain were part of the band you had come to see. you turned to your girlfriends that had invited you out. sadly, they were already chatting with the bartender. not paying any mind for you to sneak in a question about the performers tonight. ‘corroded coffin’ was what you had read on the marquee. that was really the only information you had to go off of. well, that and overhearing that they played a couple covers from metallica and iron maiden. you weren’t really into the genre, but you thought of it as an excuse to get outside of your box.

the issue was, being outside of the box made you uncomfortable. it had to be the atmosphere you were in… or your clothes. you were told the show had a dress code. your friends had basically demanded that you wore all black. something real tight and provocative. leather if you had it. you hesitantly followed the attire rules. digging through your closet for a few hours to put together a risky outfit. something dark, restricting, and chic. sure the look suited the activities of the evening but now you were regretting the choice. black jeans and an old tee-shirt would’ve been fine.

while overthinking the past half hour the time seemed to fly. you gave into the activities previously postponed by your own anxieties and loosened up. you eventually shared drinks and jokes with your friends in the cozy space. a few kind strangers had tried approaching you throughout the evening but you had declined the drinks they wanted to buy you and passes they had made. one too many times had you already heard the phrases –”are you seeing anybody?” or worse, “so where did your boyfriend run off to?”.

it had been a long time since you had a partner, you’d been out of the game. therefore dulling your senses of being able to catch when someone was being friendly or actually flirting with you. not to mention the insecurities you held dear to your chest because of the times you had gotten hurt. nowadays it’s harder to fall for someone, hookups were out of the question. it was degrading to think the only thing people wanted with you was a quick round of intimacy and then a swift goodbye. absolutely soul numbing to go through that over and over.

that fact didn’t matter though, because no one in the bar stood out to you. you weren’t shy to offer to meet someone or accept a drink, it wasn’t like you to decline a free shot from a cute stranger. issue was there hadn’t been any cute strangers offering yet.

you were twisting in your chair to face the bar after you had been approached again. deciding you would rather talk with the nice bartender than fake small talk. you ordered another drink with him and then introduced yourself when he served you something sweet you just pointed out on the menu. he told you his name was josh, his smile was bright and you greeted him with the same affection.

after having a conversation about how he really liked his job, he brought you another drink. “this ones on me”, he politely smiled. you threw your hands up, “no! no! i can’t accept this! all i did was have a nice talk with you!” you joked. he laughed at the quip, “you’d be surprised at the number of people that spare me some time.. seriously, it’s on me!” he pushed the new glass closer to you. you were reluctant but accepted after giving him a glare.

you twisted back around. “the show's about to start, by the way” he whispered to your back. that had caught your attention. when you looked back at him, the bartender pointed to the clock that hung on the liquor cabinet, “we’ve got about three minutes”. like clockwork the stage lights dimmed. “told you so”, he laughed. you waved him off, “i didn’t say that you were lying!“ he leaned over the bar and whispered as the stage rumbled, “flagged me down if you need something, kay?”

while your new friend darted down the aisle of his makeshift kitchen island you watched the guitarist step onto the stage. his dramatic curls were cascading down to just below his shoulders in a messy halo. his hair bounced a bit with his movements. this was definitely the man you saw in the shadows earlier. the silhouette was uncanny.

his brown, dark chocolate eyes glistened in the sparse lighting as he turned to the crowd. in his heavily inked arms was a black and red cracked electric guitar. the stage lights made it sparkle. you watched the musician still for a bit, it must’ve been his nerves. you turned to one of your girlfriends that had dragged you out of the house. she was talking with a cute boy with a nice brunette haircut and sharing drinks.

‘’who’s that one again?’’ you whispered to her, trying not to bring attention that you weren’t sure who the band was. the mystery boy with the pretty hair overheard you. for some reason he answered you, rather than flirting with your friend, “that’s eddie munson. he’s the front man, not the singer though. the dynamic is kinda weird’’ he paused. ‘’can’t blame you for asking. the guy looks so good when he’s in his element, doesn’t he?’’ he smiled sweetly.

your cheeks grew red, you weren’t sure how to answer the stranger so you just nodded. secretly thankful that he had answered your question with kindness. giggling at your coyness, he moved on and continued talking with your friend. you could admit, he was right. the man on stage looked like a real rockstar. a big tough man holding a scary demeanor.

but something about him held that sweet boyish charm you loved so much. like his childlike attitude hadn’t vanished with the prospects of growing older. how the man next to you spoke of him seemed sincere too. seeing him made you increasingly excited for the performance now that he was on stage.

you watched the newly named eddie shake out his nerves. he sighed and puffed out his chest. the crowd was still talking over him, almost ignoring his strong presence. you wished he knew that he had your undivided attention. stuck in a trance as he played with his curls to make them more wild when the rest of the lights flashed on. the spotlights exposing the band in their dedicated place on stage. with the reveal the boy you had just spoke to and your friends started loudly cheering from the bar. two girls next to the tall brunette joined in on the cadences. their shouting snapped you out of your daze.

cheering along with them, the lights then turned a bright orange. you watched as the crazed metalhead started shredding a rift in the lights. his fingers moved rapidly up and down the neck. pushing the cords perfectly with his strong fingers. the single rip he played got the crowd to pay attention to the band. the audience turned to find the culprit of the pointed sound, eddie was wearing a sadistic expression.

grin toothy and demanding he stepped to the microphone, “we’re ‘corroded coffin’! thanks for coming out!” his tone was more confident than he seemed.

next the lead singer stepped to the mic. not stuttering once as he announced the name of their first song. his excitement seeping into his tone of voice at the introduction. it was an original. had to be, the name or the track you hadn’t recognized. you could tell each of the guys on stage were grateful for the opportunity to play live music. it made you anticipate the rest of their set and how their energy would translate while playing into the night. your eyes moved to watch eddie fidget with the spine of the guitar. the band rushed into the first few songs and fuck, they were good.

like you had overheard, their discography was mostly covers with a sprinkle of original material but it was fun. you weren’t a huge fan of metal music, you really only indulged in rock but their sound made you want to dive into all of the classics. the sound engulfed the small bar and the shells of your ears. they’d ring slightly when the drummer would hit his snare a little harder than the last time.

happy you came out tonight you cheered obnoxiously with your friends when another song ended. three songs into the set and you were feeling electric. an invisible rope pulling you into them. into eddies stage presence. you remembered how the bartender mentioned that this was a weekly thing. –“it wasn’t anything special”, he said “not yet anyways”. you recalled the talk from earlier.

the hideout was just a local dive bar a few guys from around town hung out at, but he told you that because you specified that you were there for the music. apparently the band was bringing in customers more frequently. he mentioned how eddie had scored a live music gig by flirting with one of his coworkers… or two. even he could admit their act wasn’t half bad. it was polished and well worked for being their first real performance and he hadn’t got bored of it yet. even after seeing it six times now.

the first part of the set passed. the band grew relentless. they were huffing after playing for sixty minutes straight. the group of three that was next to you started cheering even louder, encouraging the band to keep going. their drinks had loosened them up and caused them to be a little careless to those around them. the tall brunette seemed to cut himself off after two drinks. he was sipping on waters now. he must’ve been the designated driver and they must’ve been his friends, you had concluded. you remained too shy to ask. lingering on the thought, wishing you could start up a conversation with them during the show to confirm your suspension.

the song that had just been playing came to a swift end. the lights flashed a new color and the last half of the set started. the new lights illuminated eddie perfectly, it forced you to keep your eyes glued to him. he was in the music, noticing how he had really played with ease and confidence. his movements were provocative and his rifts sounded sultry.

you held your third drink in your hand, you had been babysitting the liquor because you didn’t wanna turn around to order again. shamelessly, you couldn’t take your eyes off of eddie. even when you moved the straw to sip directly from the glass, you were looking over the lip to watch him as you drank. you thought you had caught him making eyes at you a couple of times and blushed at the idea. sparing another look at his brow bone to see if you could maybe catch him in the act of paying you a glance.

the bartender had walked back around to your side to check in with you when the band had started playing a slower song. you didn’t pay much attention to your new friend when he asked if he could top you off. turning to wave him away respectfully, you closed your tab. only a second passed before your eyes were back on the gutairst. dancing up and down the rockstar’s body until you met his eyes this time.

you finally caught him.

you were in eddie’s eyeline and he was watching you. watching you with a real glint of something you couldn’t make out in his gaze. your stomach jumped, without a beat passing, he winked at you. you nearly choked on your drink.

eddie’s heart jumped at the sight of you being bashful for him. he watched you hide your face with your drinking glass subtly. your eyes had widened over the lip before you were rubbing the liquid spilling from your lips with the pad of your thumb. the sudden attention he gave you must’ve made you a little brave because you held his eye contact. time seemed to slow as you both stared, but he was the first to break the tension. eddie couldn’t lose his focus this far into the set, and he was making you hot. he could tell. in turn, it was lighting his body on fire.

throughout the rest of his performance he had been ecstatic that he made an attractive woman like you so flustered. pouring that extra confidence you gave him into his craft. shredding his guitar with a new passion to receive more of your attraction. fighting his own urges to bore his wandering stare back into yours.

the stranger that was flirting with your friend from earlier must’ve been watching you fidget in your seat. you were oblivious of his presence while you made heart eyes at the band member, because suddenly he was leaning onto the bar to crook his neck at you. he started chatting with you in an awkward position. his neck was strained and his body was turned comically so he could get in even a few words with you.

“hi again!!!” he was loud, with his sudden tone he stilled to gauge your reaction. then continued, “im steve by the way!” he yelled over the sound of the music. he threw his shoulder back in the direction of the band, “you like them huh!?’’ after his sentence, he was reaching out his hand around your friend's back to shake your delicate hand. “yeah, yes.” you were quieter and hesitated before meeting his hand. “they’re doing great aren’t they?” you answered, letting your excitement slip but not yelling like he was. “yeah, they sure are something!!”, he responded.

you friend still stood between the both of you and you could tell the guy was getting frustrated with the loud music while trying to talk with you. he leaned over to your friend and whispered something in her ear, she nodded promptly before switching seats with him. he sighed as he situated himself in the new spot.

you quickly sat down your drink on a napkin to give him your attention and told him your name to be courteous. you explained how you had been dragged out of the house by the group you were with, but you were glad that you ended up in the right place to see eddie’s band play. continuing the conversation when steve mentioned he didn’t recognize you from around town. hawkins was small, and steve was observant.

steve leaned into your space so he could talk without the music intruding. “you’re from the next town over then?” steve questioned. “i mean of course you don’t have to go telling me your life story but i'm sure i would remember seeing a pretty girl like you in a shitty bar like this”. josh, the bartender you had made friends with, sent steve a glare. you giggled shyly, “be nice! i’ve already got to know the staff here, you can’t ruin my reputation”. steve could tell you were more reserved so he was careful with his words. you appreciated the gesture. “but, yeah, i’m from the city. the scene up there isn’t really my favorite though, i like coming to cozier places like this”, you answered. “well.. sometimes, i don’t really get out much”.

steve had been silently watching you and eddie steal glances at each other when one of you weren’t paying attention. as eddie’s best friend (and wingman) he couldn’t just let this opportunity pass up. he thought you were gorgeous and he had noticed you sitting at the bar as soon as he walked in. you were sitting in his usual spot. most of the time, eddie let steve in through the backdoor so he would be early and have his spot. buying him a beer to thank him for helping with all of his gear. tonight he had been late, guess the universe had other plans.

after the earlier conversation seemed to slow, you turned your concentration back to eddie. you both listened to the next song kickstart. it was a little faster than the previous one. it made your blood rush but for steve he relaxed. he could tell the band was approaching their encore from having the set memorized. ‘corroded coffin’ would walk off stage dramatically and then come back with a closer.

“im glad you like him so much’’, steve leaned closer to make sure you hear him over the noise. you couldn’t tell why he had said ‘him’ and not ‘the band’. it struck you as kind of awkward. “him?” you probed raising an eyebrow at steve. “yeah, eddie. you can’t really take your eyes off him, no?” a pink blush washed over you. you hadn’t noticed how obvious your stares had been. “is it that bad?” you uttered. steve laughed, “course not. eddie hasn’t really gotten attention from anyone in a while honestly”, he teased. you raised your eyebrow, not fully understanding what he was getting at. “well–, you would be stupid to think he’s not handsome… he is pretty”, you paused. “...i mean his look is pretty. like what he’s wearing? yeah. i like it.” you said diffidently.

even at your new feeling of embarrassment steve revealed, you didn’t dare take your attention away from eddie. the performance was nearing an end and you didn’t wanna miss a second. his arms were flexing as he worked his instrument lovingly in his hands. the dark ink of his tattoos highlighting the tensions in his muscles. you were overly thankful that you could see the exposed limbs because of the cut up shirt he was sporting. he must have done it himself, the sleeves were choppy. each little detail sucked you further into a dizzy, tipsy, headspace. studying him like an old school book was easy. you hoped you could catch his glance again before they were set to get off stage.

then the boy next to you was back to stealing the limelight. his presence was starting to be more of a distraction than an addition. ignoring him for a second longer was impossible because he started brushing your shoulder gently with his. letting out a sigh, and turning away from eddie was hard for you. steve slightly chuckled at your attitude.

unable to get pulled back into the motions of the music. you didn’t notice when the band played their last not of the final song before their encore. steve had stole the show.

it was quiet and dark now, but steve still conversed, “yeah, eddie had come up with the idea to form a band in middle school. ‘corroded coffin’ is the coolest band name i’ve ever heard a middle schooler come up with. gotta give it to him’’, steve joked. you were curiously annoyed as to how he knew so much about the guitarist, “oh, yeah?” you teased. you grinned at each other's banter. the conversation flowed nicely. you could both smell the liquor on each other's breath in the close proximity.

over steve’s shoulder you could see your friends striking up a conversation with the two girls steve was with and the servers. you felt less guilty of indulging in a bit of small talk with steve because your group was occupied themselves. you hated missing the show, but it wasn’t like you to really indulge in conversations with strangers. this was something new and rewarding for your spontaneous night out. the drinks from earlier had you feeling liberated too.

“seems that you know a lot about this guy..” you paused, steve waited to hear your every word. “so what are you then, steve? some kind of super fan? i wouldn't really pin you to be into this kind of music”. “what’s that supposed to mean?”, he lifted his brow at you. “maybe abba?’’ you giggled. steve threw his hands up in defense, ‘’ouch, you reading a book by his cover?’’ he paused. ‘’i love me some abba, though. not far off’’, he raised his glass to you.

you noticed in the dark light that steve was dressed in a light blue wash jean with a tight fitting short sleeve polo. the hem tucked into the waistband of his jeans and over his belt. he had on a plain colored tee-shirt underneath that you could see poking through his collar. a nice jean jacket sat on his shoulders. an expensive watch on his wrist. his hair was soaked in product and he smelled like a cologne you could get at a department store. you’d be kidding yourself if you didn’t admit that he was charming and smooth with his words. he had to be popular with the girls around town.

neither of you could see eddie watching the back of your heads from the side stage. he watched you chatting in the dark light. the lights from the bar slightly illuminating those standing around it. he was staring intently, but you both were ignorantly carrying on in your conversation. he saw you both laugh at a joke steve told. completely clueless to the glances eddie was dancing up and down your frame now that you were turned around and he was off stage.

eddie felt an envy bubble in his chest. he wanted to be the one talking to you, telling you jokes, making you laugh, learning about your interests and dislikes. steve had been pulling your concentration away from him as soon as he started conversing with you. he was growing to be overzealous.

the crowd chanted for one more song. he hesitated, suddenly nervous to go back out knowing you were anticipating him. earlier no matter how hard he had tried to focus on what was in front of him he would spot you over and over. between song transitions and rifts was the highest endeavor. eddie was glad the bar was near enough to the stage so he could observe you in his down time, but staying focused on the set was hard. soaking in your looks was easy.

when your back wasn’t turned to him he was careful with his glances, now he was greedy. eddie’s eyes drifted up and down your body immodestly. there was no harm if he looked when you weren’t paying attention. if you caught him, surely you would think he was a weirdo. wouldn’t you?

then eddie grabbed his guitar, walked onto the dark stage and started strumming a steady rhythm. he saw how steve was so close he could probably see each of your delicate features. eddie pulled his guitar tighter to his chest so he could play a heavy cadence. he couldn’t help himself when he hoped that you were impressed with him. feeling your eyes on him throughout the night made him more nervous than what he experienced backstage earlier. the lights flashed on. he felt your eyes on him again.

part of him thought you were just judging him throughout the night, but when he had winked at you and got your reaction his worries had been diminished. eddie wasn’t one to care about what people thought of him but your attention was burning. and god, was he deprived of attention for so long.

as soon as he saw you after the first song eddie wanted to put his moves on you. unsure if they would even work, but not stupid enough to let the chance pass him up. his brain was trying to rack ideas on how he would get off stage as fast as possible after the last song. just having a chance to talk to you was enough. hopefully steve would stall for him. or he could help him move his gear as fast as possible to his van, then he’d rush back inside and find you.

strumming his strings he kept his eyes on you and steve. curious of what you two were joking about or even had in common. he had faith that his best friend was putting a good word in with you. if he wasn’t they were surely going to be having a talk as soon as he got off stage. steve and eddie had been friends for long enough for him to know that you were a dream to him.

you were wearing a normal pair of black denim jeans, noticing that they had rips in them like his favorite pair of black jeans too. they hugged your thighs in all the right places. you looked comfortable sitting at the bar in your outfit, he liked that, but it probably wasn’t true. eddie knew from experience how sweaty leather could get. steve’s frame next to you made you look small. they were in the middle of the band’s encore. just two more minutes and he could at least say hello. you had shiny hair. when the fluorescent stage lights illuminated you, the shine gave you a halo.

eddie wasn’t one to pay attention to fashion, he just wore anything that looked cool and tough. he gathered that you were wearing black leather boots, they probably added a few inches to your height, he guessed. your jeans were cuffed and the shoe’s laces were tied in adorable loops. he continued admiring you from the stage as he worked his fingers to the rhythm.

wearing a low cut tight black long sleeve made your neck and collarbones shine. a leather black corset wrapped around your middle. matching your boots. the strings of the back of the garment were tied in a cute bow. the entire outfit was calculated, moody, and elegant. much too special for just a normal night out.

it was towards the end of november. the late fall season brought on a harsh winter. he thought your skimpy look was perfect for the evening but he couldn’t help but wonder if you’d be cold after you and your friends eventually left. you must’ve planned your wardrobe to match the aesthetic of the night's adventures instead of the practicality.

with the new information he conjured up in his head, eddie considered for a second that you had come to the hideout to see him and the guys play. why else would you have worn something so sinful to a place like this. to keep him from getting his hopes up he shook the thought out of his skull. throwing his head forwards and headbanging instead. with the motion he was quickly slipping on a chord that was always a little harder for him to play. bad timing. both you and steve tensed your shoulders at him.

when he caught your nervous eyes he played his next chord progression perfectly. you were smiling wildly at him. he smiled back at you with a toothy grin. flicking his tongue out of his mouth before curling it to touch his cupid's bow in focus. you stared in awe, still impressed regardless of his previous slip up. steve watched the rest of the finale with you. it was somewhat funny that steve believed he had gathered your attention in a such a short amount of time, but lost it just as quickly to the cute guitar-player.

as the song came to an end you watched each of the band members march off stage. now through with the performance. the drummer raised off of his seat and threw a drumstick into the front row where only a handful of fans had been standing. cheering from your seat, you watched eddie pass a wave to steve. then eddie paid a greeting to the two girls that were next to steve earlier, just now noticing that they had made their way closer to the stage for the last song.

steve jumped up and down hooping and hollering at eddie like he was an animal. eddie was dripping with sweat and his skin glistened in the spotlight. he laughed, throwing his head back while listening to steve be dramatic. when eddie looked back to his best friend he was childishly blowing steve a fake kiss before hastily walking backstage. steve snatched it out of the air and held it to his heart.

you laughed at the boy's antics, he had been throwing his hands up crazily. it made him looked even taller. when eddie was absent from your point of view steve spoke up. ‘’im his best friend actually. i'm here for support, if you couldn’t tell already.” steve smiled. “you’re his…? so, you know him.’’ your eyes grew wide, saying your last sentence as a statement instead of a question. “mhm, sure do. he’s a pain in my ass’’, he joked while taking another sip of his drink. giving you a knowing look when you turned away to blush.

you missed how steve scrutinized you with a suggestive gaze. you were too busy trying to get a hold of yourself. turning a bright red due to the self-consciousness of how you had been thirsting over eddie the entire night and spilling your confessions like a cold beverage to his best friend. sounds of the singer stepping to the microphone diverted your sudden panic. he announced that they were thankful for the crowd and people that came out tonight. his tone pouring over with happiness.

after his last few words, he too walked towards the back of the stage. following the previous movements of his bandmates. when the stage crew marched out to start taking gear apart you knew the show was really over.

you caught a glimpse of eddie rushing somewhere off stage. moving heavy boxes of what you suspected to be equipment with a real vigor. you wondered where he had to run off to so quickly, but you had only seen him perform. you knew nothing about eddie except what steve had told you. the only additional information you had gathered was by yourself. eddie was handsome, a hell of a performer, and he was extremely good with his hands. you turned to josh, your favorite bartender in the world, and asked to open another tab just to order one more drink.

he obliged though it was late into the night. you definitely needed the help from a fourth drink if you were gonna attempt talking to eddie. it was a desperate attempt considering you were unsure that eddie would even come out from backstage. the small crowd dissipated. you were tired but hoped that waiting just a second longer would grant the possibility of meeting the metalhead true. steve was still around somewhere. they probably waited around to say hi to each other after his shows. it wasn’t really jumping to conclusions. they were best friends after all. that was the kind of thing best friends did.

the night was approaching close to midnight. it had been a long day for you. your week had just started, and you were feeling pretty intoxicated. the few drinks in your system giving you a nice buzz. out of the corner of your eye you watched steve wrap up the last swig of his drink and place the empty glass on a soiled napkin. he turned his back to you, gave your friend his number, and started to say his goodbyes. as he was walking away from the bar you heard someone whisper loudly from the darkness of the curtains.

“psst! harrington! hey man!’’ the voice said. steve tensed up, ‘’yah, im coming, im coming…’’, that must’ve been a recurring thing for steve if he was so familiar with the voice.

steve marched back behind the stage. when he arrived in the darkness you could see him lean down and grab a few cases of equipment and move them to the backdoor with the rest of the stage crew and eddie. they worked quickly, lifting the heavy boxes with an easy haste. they must’ve had somewhere to be. turning your back to them and the stage, you decided you would have just this last drink and then head home with your group. there was no point to waiting around, if you were that desperate for his attention you could come back next week.

you heard the two voices start to argue back and forth. you couldn’t tell what the context of their conversation was but it was clear they were getting into it about something. the two girls next to you that were with steve earlier giggled as if the little argument the three of you were eavesdropping on was normal for them too. they seemed like they were best friends, you had overheard steve call one of the girls robin.

‘’just please, c’mon do this one thing for me”, the first voice whispered. the second voice grunted, ‘’i’ve already moved your shit into the alley man! you’re not gonna always have me around to just move stuff! couldn’t you hire someone for this?’’ that voice was more familiar, it was steve’s. the other voice laughed, “yeah, but i have you! why would i pay someone for this?!”

after the argument, a beat passed, the voices grew quieter. turning into hushed whispers. you closed out your tab and turned to your friends, letting them know that you would be taking a cab back home. you didn’t wanna burden one of them with the drive when they were still spending their night out. collecting your things, you talked to josh for the last time while he cleaned a few glasses at the counter. you made sure to mention that he would see you around.

“i’ll come back sometime, i promise”, you said. “really? was the service just that good?” he joked. you smiled at him. “suuure was..” you trailed off. you laid your palms flat on the top of the bar and pushed yourself backwards. leaning on your heels to keep your balance while you were procrastinating your absence. not really wanting to leave just yet.

you could at least catch steve, you thought, and say goodbye to him. the reality of that happening had already disappeared though, the girls he was with had already vanished. he was missing in action too. you sighed and spun around.

suddenly you got really hot, really fast. your space was invaded by a large man. your hands laid flat on the chest of the culprit to catch yourself. the stranger jumped back, your simple touch scorching him. there he stood, stuttering on his words. face red and burning.

eddie fucking munson.

the boy you once saw on stage was shoved into you. steve was behind him giggling. you watched eddie fumble his speach. apologizing over and over. his right hand had grabbed the small of your back to keep you upright so you wouldn’t fall. letting you go, you both stared at each other awkwardly. eddie was hesitant, making sure you were balanced before he gently gripped your hip to shift his own touch. it lingered under your clothed skin. you looked to him shyly, watching him wipe his sweaty palms on his jean clad thighs.

“im- im so sorry. i.. i didn’t mean to step on you”, eddie mumbled. you quickly replied, “no, im sorry. i should’ve been paying attention, really i’m sorry”. your statement was catering to his sudden fearful attitude with lots of reassurance. eddie apologized again before throwing his head back and letting out a gruff laugh, “i’m better with my hands than my feet, i swear”, he teased.

the two girls steve was with from earlier were in your bubble again. the slightly taller one almost spit out her drink. “steve! you totally shoved him into her, dingus!” she yelled while rubbing her chin free of her drink spilling down it. “im sorry! how was i supposed to know she was going to turn around!” steve cried. they bickered back and forth to each other while you watched. they seemed like an old married couple. both you and eddie observed them.

eddie spoke first, “that’s robin, i call her rob. her and steve constantly buck heads”. while he was discussing it steve and robin seemed to heat up in their fit. pointing at the other girl that was trying to break up the fight, he said, “that’s nancy.” he paused, laughing at how they argued with each other and nancy tried being their middle man. “aren’t they just the best?” eddie smiled while steve and robin grunted about an entirely new subject. nancy was begging them to cut it out. you could hear robin nagging him about how it’s rude to push people. “i wouldn’t trade them for the world”, eddie declared.

you turned your head to the man speaking with you. eyes widening at the appearance of seeing him so closely. he had yet to turn his body towards you but it didn’t matter, his side profile was gorgeous. once so confident on stage but now seemingly nervous to face you and talk. you listened to him take a deep breath. slow and calculated. though he couldn’t find it in himself to find the right words his body stayed close. almost as close as he had been when accidentally bumping you.

remaining at your side he only turned to bend over the bar, not sit. the gesture was smooth. he was more relaxed when he settled down, like the presence of you being close made him feel less isolated.

waiting for you to continue the conversation, he watched your eyes study him out of the corner of his. this was the first time you had really seen him. your throat closed up. you wanted to be classy. say something flirty and sweet. just to let him know you were interested, but it slipped away you didn’t know how to converse. compared to your meek voice his tone was a deep timbre and soft. chills ran up your spine. goosebumps littered your arms.

he was a teenage girl's wet dream.

you shamelessly watched him.. your sights staring at his sharp brow bone first, working down to his boots, and back up. he had star power. could easily be placed in the background of the cover of rolling stone magazine.

his hair was teased and wild in all the right ways. his expressions very telling while his eyes held secrets. his stupid sleeveless band shirt was almost too tight for his figure.

you would never admit it because of your coyness but he was divine. so easy on the eyes that you could look at him for hours, memorizing every layer of his physical appearance over and over, and over… and… over.. an–

completely unaware you were spacing out, your eyes were stuck on the waistline of his low cut jeans. he stood up straight to face you. he was tall, and lanky. his waist was small and feminine, gentle with his sways as he moved. his chest was a polarizing opposite. holding his strong arms against it in a cross, he was guarding his ribs where his rough exterior rested but more importantly his heart.

eddie cleared his throat when your eyes soaked in the bulge hugging jeans for a little longer than he was comfortable with. he put his hands on his hips, pulling back his jacket backwards so you could see his belt line with the motion. he stared dancing one of his fingers below his waistband. eddie huffed a choked breath. the slight movements of his large hands brought a little consciousness back to you.

“not nice to stare”, he croaked in dominance. a devilish look dancing all over his face. “like something you see?” he said with not a hint of confidence. terrified he was pushing to harshly. your jaw opened, rushing to say anything of importance. eddie let out a deep chuckle, he was laughing at you. “no.. i wasn’t– i.. im sorry”, you admitted in shame. “i just really like the look.. that’s all”, you whispered.

your words flattered him. his smirk was kind but his eyelids were heavy. tired from this performance definitely. his lashes were sheltering all of the confessions his irises held and hiding his blushing cheeks just as easy under his curls. with the development in conversation, you realized he was almost as nervous as you. you spoke next,

“so those are your friends… and you’re eddie?” you questioned him while sitting back in your seat, silently inviting him to sit with you. already comfortably close to him, you wanted to build this bridge. you followed his lead and leaned closer into his space. making the distance between your breaths hollow. his eyes met yours, he was grateful you were so inviting, the closeness made his heart speed up. livewire. he had just been revived with a jolt of electricity. “yeah.. yea that’s me.. where are my manners?’’ he paused like he was questioning himself with what to say next. he cleared his throat, ‘im eddie”, he whispered. “it’s nice to meet you”.

you looked at him with curiosity, wondering why he had such a hard time answering the question as if he could’ve forgotten his name. he put his elbows on the bar and leaned down to smile at you. his jaw was sharp and pointed, but seemed gentle enough. he had pretty features.

you studied him closely and unashamedly in the dark bar lighting. you watched eddie redden before he was looking away from you and to the bartender. he threw up a number two, asking for his regular, you supposed. josh passed him two beers. one with the cap popped and the other still sealed. it was cool that he had a usual at a bar, that was something you had only seen in the movies.

fuck, even him asking for a beer was hot as shit. he was effortlessly good-looking when doing normal things. his face returned back to his gentle resting expression you saw on stage after he got his drinks. it was a welcomed substitution for his previously nervous look. you smiled sweetly at him and asked josh for an ice water to cool you down. he rolled his eyes at you playfully, you shrugged him off. ignoring the fact that you just told him you’d be leaving.

eddie was still upset steve took a rude tone with him backstage, bitching about how he didn’t want to always be the one moving his heavy gear. so the beers were a good way to take the edge off.

when steve threw eddie into you, eddie thought steve had really fucked everything up for him. he was supposed to help him win you over not make a bad first impression. it wasn’t a good excuse for him just to tell you he was bad on his feet, he should’ve been more apologetic before. for some reason, looking at you now melted his anxieties away. this could work. he could work with this.

the forceful greeting wasn’t really what eddie had in mind when he asked steve to wingman for him but somehow that bastard did a good job. he was truly indebted to his best friend.

still eddie couldn’t help it when he found himself over analyzing your body language. worried that you were disheveled by the accident. he couldn't let that slip up stop him from working his charm. his pupils dilated in the soft light trying to read you. you were both leaned on your elbows now. you held your chin in your palms, eddie had his arms crossed and low on the counter. his angle allowed him to look slightly up at you.

in the unspoken tension of new introductions. you let your guard down, the walls softening. he lifted his beer and silently asked to cheer. you obliged.

after a few breaths passed, you told him your name. eddie smiled, “well geez. of course a cute thing like you has a darling name”. he repeated it back to you, the syllables rolling off his tongue smoothly. ‘’thank you, haha, i got it for my birthday.’’ you joked. eddie smiled stupidly.

his laugh was a melody of sweet vibrations. the sound rumbling inside of his chest before it escaped his soft lips. you loved the ring it had, the reverberations almost as sweet as his performance had been. you were rushing to say something to make him produce the sound again. eddie took a swig of his beer, and you followed his movements.

taking a drink of your own. eddie watched your tongue play with the thin black straw of your water. he let himself stare at your provocative move, and you did the same when you saw his hand tense around his beer bottle. silently observing his large fingers that gripped the bottle tightly. the tendons in his wrist underneath a chain bracelet flexing hard.

the digits were dressed in shiny, silver biker rings. some of them were more worn than others. in the moody lighting you thought you saw dry blood on one of them. you wondered, this guy hurting someone? he looked tough but there was absolutely no way. especially with how he was respecting your space at the tiny bar.

eddie was close enough to give you goosebumps but he left a good foot between the two of you just in case you weren’t interested in him. god, how you hoped he’d be interested in you after tonight.

“i take it that you liked the show?” eddie checked with you to make sure his suspicions were correct. “mhmm it was.. something.. you put on a great performance..” you confessed. he fully beamed at you, “you really think so?” he questioned, nervous that you weren't being fully honest. “yea.. it was fun, really. i can tell you liked being up there”, you smiled.

then the bartender was walking over to the two of you to check in, eddie waved him off after sharing some short words. the extra seconds he was occupied granted you the time to get distracted by him all over again. when you smelled his body spray you were helpless. he smelled like old smokes and sweet vanilla. the black jacket he wasn’t wearing before held his musky scent. it was slightly earthy. the garment sat on his big shoulders over his old, tight, band tee.

it was made from nice leather and must’ve been expensive. his hair was a mess, curls pointing out every which way and slightly sweaty from the stage lights. with his hips leaned into the bar and him bent at the waist like that you could tell he was taller than you. it seemed like there was cotton between your ears, when he spoke again.

‘’so, what brings you to this small little bar in this beat down town?’’ his tone was genuine. you could tell he was excited to hear your answer. “my friends dragged me out tonight, i'm quite happy they did honestly”, you teased.

this was different from when you both had been watching eachother from the stage. eddie leaned closer, testing that you wouldn’t run away from him. you stayed put, not sacred of his forwardness. as he leaned in he caught wind of your perfume. it must’ve been much more expensive than anything he owned. he really liked the floral scent. inching closer he noticed you wore light makeup, but he couldn’t tell if the blush that danced on your cheeks was faux or his doing. he prayed to a god he didn’t believe in that he was to blame for the pink color on your cheekbones and he wasn’t just imagining this.

“is that so?” you watched as his eyes briefly glanced down with his words. the neckline of your low cut shirt was seriously taunting him. staring for a little to long. he gulped.

catching his eyes wandering, you crossed your forearms over your chest in teasing defense. he couldn’t help himself. eddie was a hormonal male after all, no better than the next guy, and you were a damn vixen. he stiffened after you caught him, nervous that he was overstepping. standing up straighter eddie cleared his throat and went to speak again.

“i uhm.. like your necklace.” he tried playing off his stares. you raised your brow at him then looked down. “pretty sure im not wearing any jewelry”, you both laughed at the sudden tension, cutting through it with your humor. eddie was relieved. ”uh. yeah.. so you liked it then?” forgetting that he had already asked you what you thought of his show. you smiled sweetly while his expression grew to be jittery again. he was looking for any sort of exit out of this situation now.

“muson!” a voice yelled from the front of the bar. that was his cue. steve had a rope wrapped around eddie and was pulling him out of the situation he was currently in. steve was at the entrance of the bar, yelling to get his best friend's attention. “are you staying or are we headed to mine!?” you heard him shout. “give me a second man!” eddie’s voice boomed throughout the bar, his volume scared you.

eddie threw a hand into the air, slightly dismissing his buddy. he was only trying to play the demand as nonchalant. hopefully you thought that attitude was cool. “alright man! meet me out front!” steve shouted at his wave.

with that, you felt it was time for you to wrap up the night. you’re eyes softened as you caught eddie looking at you, he was waiting for you to say something to get the conversation going again. cursing his gross boy genes for making things awkward.

then you saved him from the pull of steves demands and his self deprecating thoughts. you were offering him more small talk, not because you felt he deserved it, but because you wanted to know what the night had to offer. there were two choices you could make. you could leave the bar now and make it back home in a reasonable time or take this path of learning more about this stranger. the latter seemed more promising.

“so, eddie munson.. are you here often?” you offered to take the lead. “i am”, he answered. “i play here almost every week. trying to make it big i guess..?” eddie trailed off. “i finally have the time to really work on it”. he watched your eyes sparkle at his confession, “that’s really cool. i admire your work ethic... i don’t think i've finished a project in years”. you admitted, sharing a piece of your life with him too. he grinned softly, “that’s okay, this stuff can be tough. i understand..“

eddie slowed his speech and raised off of the bar. his fingers drummed a rhythm on the counter. distracting himself from the lingering goodbye. hard metal rings tapping on the surface.

“can i expect to see you around here more often, maybe next week?” he choked out those words, those conversation ending words. he held his head low wishing he hadn’t, but eddie didn't know where to go from here. “we could continue this conversation then? i don’t really wanna keep you late if you were thinking of splitting, you know?”

you smiled, “i.. yeah..” you paused, begging yourself to say something other than that you were just leaving. “i was thinking i’d head out… unless.. a-re you staying..?” you trailed, unsure of your own words. you tried to recover with a subtle flirt, “you’ll see me around, sure. if cute guys like you and your friend are frequent customers i wouldn’t mind”, you tried teasing but his face fell flat, only acknowledging that you said he would see you around and not that you called him cute.

eddie nodded at you, “you’re kidding, you would really come back next week?” he quizzed you. your eyes grew wide, “you’re actually here every week?” you asked to make more small talk. holding onto every word like a rope you just couldn’t let slip out of your hands. “sure am. we kinda have to get started somewhere”, he answered.

giving it his best shot, he tried being smooth with you. slowly coaxing you, trying desperately to win you over and convince you to come back next week. “you know, if you come next week i could.. maybe get you in early with my friends? if that’s something you’d like. no pressure of course.”

your face lit up. small talk was good. this was doable. things were going better than expected, “really? you’d want to give me a ticket?” you smiled, he smiled back just as wide. “ooh don’t get too excited, sweetheart. it’s not really giving you a ticket, it's more like… letting you in through the back”, eddie joked.

you were flushed a bright pink color. the nickname he had used ringing brightly in your ears. sweetheart. sweetheart. sweetheart. eddie leaned into you, you danced with his rhythm, you leaned into eddie. dizzy in each other's presence. the rope you were holding you didn't slip from your hands. instead it was caught and pulled tight with tension. the other end being held in the hands of the man before you.

you stared at each other silently, grinning stupidly. then he whispered, “ahh fuck—“, a beat passed. “harrington can wait can’t he?” you nodded slightly at his words, agreeing timidly. the smile he flashed you after your little gesture making your tummy turn.

you shivered, his secretive tone he held with you leaving chills. the promise of a developing friendship between the small space you shared. cozy and confined. nervous and new. “would you let me buy you a drink or something?” he pleaded. he looked at you with a soft expression. letting you know you were free to go at any moment.

you smiled, already well past your limit. then a sigh brushed your lips just as easily as his begs for you to stay had. “okay, eddie, but just one”, trying to say his name as lovingly as he said your new title. calling you by a nickname was brave for him, it had just slipped out but you didn’t seem to hate it. your acceptance of him confidently renaming you coming out of your playful tone.

eddie blushed. he loved how you had danced his name off your tongue in a sweet cadence. he stuttered, “yea— yeah of course..just one”. he put up his hand to flag down the bartender. smilinging wildly while putting in your order. sounding a lot less classy than when you had asked for one yourself. “could you get me one of those little girly drinks, whatever she was sipping on while i was rocking on stage would be fine”, he smirked.

the server you had come to know, laughed at his carelessness. rolling his eyes at you, josh turned to get started on drinks. you two started on a budding journey.

★

after sharing a night of more whispered words and conversations. the beverages were running low. six more beers for him, the drink he promised you, and another ice water. you were five drinks deep and you could really feel the affect it was starting to have on you. the glasses were all dry, or half full, you would say. eddie would argue that they were half empty, in fact it’s what you both had been discussing for ten minutes now,

“sweetheart, it’s half empty! i drank half of it so now it’s half empty, the other half is gone so it’s empty, half empty”, eddie joked with you. repeating himself because of the beer in his system. you argued back, “but you don’t count the air in the glass or the missing liquid, it doesn’t matter where it went.. it remains half full!” both of you giggled. choosing to ignore the actual intelligence of the proverbial phrase.

the question was normally used to determine another individuals worldview, but you didn’t have to hear his answer to know he was a pessimist. over the conversation you’d come to know he was delt a bad hand in life. it was unfortunate the circumstances he lived under, and after he had skimmed the surface of what his life was like, you were surprised he was so kind and giving towards you and his friends.

the server walked over to the bar and moved your half full, half empty, half whatever glasses into the sink. you two were his last customers. josh told both of you to wrap it up and head out, telling you that you needed to be safe if you were still thinking about taking a cab back home. the hideout wasn’t really in the best part of hawkins, so he worried about you and many of his other female customers.

“thank you, josh. you’ve been too kind to me.” both you and eddie stood up from the stools at the bar, eddie asked the server to keep his tab open till next week, but he left a ten dollar bill on the counter as a tip. you waved bye to the bartender as eddie walked you out of the small space. “of course, come back and see us now, seriously!” he yelled his last statement as you and eddie neared the back exit. eddie’s hand already pushing against the door to push it open.

eddie allowed you to step out into the alleyway behind the building first. the cold winter air biting your skin and leaving bumps. you shivered while noticing the environment was secluded and safe. a chain link fence surrounded a parking lot that housed a few cars. the gate they had come through earlier now closed. it was illuminated by a single street lamp where only four cars parked. there was a black bmw that definitely belonged to a silver spooned somebody, two older used cars, and eddie’s van.

he had described it to you vaguely over drinks, and seeing it really put it into perspective. the vehicle was an old thing, been his since highschool. eddie treasured it and all the memories he had made since owning it. the space in the back was a huge edition too. he could load all of his gear easily. you later found out that he hopped off the stage in a rush because he had to load his gear with steve quickly.

they were only in a hurry because two weeks before when they let the show go on for to long, the bar charged them for being past curfew. eddie wouldn’t admit it either but he had also rushed for you. being past their call time meant they had to take money out of their own pocket to pay the staff overtime. it was just two workers but eddie hated keeping them at their jobs late in the night and into the am.

eddie smiled at you as he walked around your figure. you were holding your arms against yourself to keep warm. the heavy door had slammed shut behind him. he pointed at the door, “his name is josh? how come i never figured that out”, he mumbled. you snickered, the bartender was right, people didn’t pay him attention like you had. it was a real bummer, he was a nice guy.

eddie leaned into your side, bumping your ditzy body with his own tipsy frame. “what? what's so funny?” his body was like a furnace, instantly heating you up. he faced you, walking closer and closer. his breath fanning hot waves onto your cheek. you playfully pushed you open palm on his shoulder, he should’ve swayed off to your side and laughed about the gesture like old friends do,

but eddie wasn’t an old friend. he pushed forward.

his warmth engulfed you and relieved you of the cold. having you in his presence for so long, was euphoric. his hot body was like a space heater and you were jealous of his leather jacket that was keeping him warm. his intrusion was uninvited but you were thankful for it. he was so close his curls tickled your cheeks. you looked up at him with a pink nose and he noticed your red ears.

as he moved into you, your gentle palm slipped down to his chest. he grabbed your hand, not hesitating for a second, the bubbly beer from earlier making him brave. he didn’t want the feeling to go away. his strong fingers wrapped around your small ones. he walked forwards, you took a step backwards. it happened again, then again, until eddie was suddenly lifting his arm and pressing his palm on the back of your head.

he realized that he was moving to cage you between himself and the wall of the venue. he didn’t want you to bump your head. when his knuckles felt the cold cement of the wall, he moved his hand, granting you the ability to stand flush against the wall for him. he placed the now free hand next to the shell of your ear. his other hand that was holding your sweet fingers to his chest squeezed your fingers. you squeezed back. the rope that you had both been pulling tightly back and forth the entire night, snapped.

eddie stared into your eyes deeply, wondering if you could feel his heart speeding up under your palm. his eyes were hooded, but open enough to trace your features with his dark gaze. his intimacy of the distance caused his tone to be quieter than you’ve heard the entire night.

“you should come back next week. or just come back and see me soon..”, he wasn’t questioning, he was demanding. his expression was flat like he was depending on you to agree with him. you turned your head to the side to avoid his pointed glare. when you faced away from him he notice your cheeks were a deep maroon. it could’ve just been the cold, he chopped it up to. he withdrew his body from you slightly. the new space allowing you face him without being overwhelmed with his closeness, “..i.. i will, i’ll come s’you next week, promise”, you whispered back.

eddie loved that hushed tone falling from your mouth. he couldn’t help but look down at your lips in a quick glance. you didn’t catch it because of how the liquor weighed your eyelids down. he let go of your hand and pulled away, smiling stupidly while taking a few steps back. he ripped his jacket from his frame and put it on your shoulders.

you were so hot. the leather was preheated from his own body, warmed your own. but the affection of the position he had just had you in warmed the inside of your chest. now the look of him in his tight, sleeveless tee shirt was melting you. his muscles would tense when the cold air brushed his exposed skin. you reached out to brush his arms.

“eddie, you’re gonna get a cold”, he just giggled at you. “oh and you’re not? i’ll be fine”, he assured. he grabbed the cuff of his sleeve that protected your wrist and pulled you forward. he reached into his pocket of the jacket you were wearing. he was a little to giddy that he could just grab the material and drag you anyway that he wanted.

you watched him reaching deep to grab something. you felt his hand brush your hip between the material. when the item he had tried to retrieve wasn’t where he left it, his eyes got wide, “i.. i forgot something”. eddie sighed, “give me just a second, sweetheart. wait right here, kay?” eddie rushed his words out, before you could even answer him, or turn a bright pink because of the cute nickname, he was running back into the bar. “m’kay”, you said to no one.

with eddie absent you stood still, playing with your hands nervously, trying to comprehend how eddie had been your impromptu date for tonight. did he see you as his date too? before you could get caught up in that baggage you needed to unpack later, steve suddenly turned the corner of the building walking by the chain fence. when he spotted you he perked up. he opened the gate to the back.

“hey! you’ve seen ed’s anywhere?” he was supposed to come to mines earlier and he still hasn’t come out to the front”, steve asked you, but he didn’t really need a confirmation. you were wearing eddie’s jacket, he just wanted to know where he ran off to. “yeah.. yeah, he went inside for a second.. said he forgot s’mthin”, you replied pointing at the door with your thumb.

is that why eddie had taken you out to the back door instead of the front? did he want to be alone with you before saying goodbye? or was it just the convenience of his van being parked in the back? he probably was feeling tired himself and wanted to leave, but he was also drunk, he couldn’t drive himself home like that.

steve’s extrovertedness didn’t allow you to ponder on the thought. he continued talking with you while you shoved it all down, just more baggage to unpack later. if you even remembered. you looked at him with sleepy eyes while he talked, he grinned at you and said,

“how many drinks did eddie buy you??” steve laughed. you mumbled, “that guy is too damn charming..”, ignoring his question but answering as to why you let him talk you into more. “i have that problem too. munson makes it hard to say no”, he reasoned.

speaking his name seemed to summon him. on cue eddie was slowly opening the back door again. he must’ve been trying to be extra careful not to scare you. he slowly stepped back out into the gravel covered parking lot. his eyes met steve’s first, but then he looked to you. eddie seemed to be sending you an apologetic look, silently apologizing he left you alone in the night in the alley behind the bar.

“i went to grab my smokes outta my pocket.. and realized i forgot my zippo on the counter. m’sorry.” eddie express regret. you reassured him, “that’s fine, steve showed up right after you went inside”. “course he did”, eddie snarked.

steve chuckled at the two of you talking like he wasn’t there. he watched eddie move closer into your side, he was clearly interrupting something. steve reached into his front pocket of his jeans. when he retrieved his hands he held a pair of keys. for a second he spun them on his finger before walking towards the only expensive car in the little lot. a shinny bmw.

of course it was his.

“you’re still coming to mine, ed’s? nance and robin already headed over, they were sick of waiting on you out front, it’s to cold”, steve said. eddie grumbled, “yeah, yeah. you’re driving though. i’ve had one too many tonight, we can leave my van here”, eddie replied. steve walked towards his car, “okay well, i’m heating up my car, you figure out what you two are doing and let me know”.

with that last sentence steve popped opened the door and leaned down to get into the drivers side. you listened to the engine roar to life and the steadily rumble. exhaust pulling out of his car while warmth surely filled the interior. both you and eddie were alone again.

he shifted against you awkwardly crowding you space to stay warm himself. he was walking back in front of you like before, so he could still talk with you face to face. this time there was an obvious distance between you. he pulled out a pack of camels from his jeans pocket and opened the cardboard package. you noticed there were only seven tobacco sticks left.

observing him was a pleasure. you watched as he pulled one out and placed it between his plush lips. his big hands played with his small lighter he had retrieved and flipped the cap. he played with the flint trying to spark it. he felt your eyes on him, and when he tested his suspensions by looking up at you, he was right. you were staring.

“you mind if i smoke?” he asked between his pinched lips. you shook your head no. “ahh sweet, was worried for a second”. you walked closer. eddie used the reachable distance to his advantage, grabbing his jacket pocket and pulling you forward. he was placing his carton in the pouch. the proximity you both were now in

familiar to earlier when you had first walked out of the bar.

his hand that held his lighter played with his jacket cuff. his hand was warm and adventurous, dancing his own fingers on yours. his lighter was in the way of you both fully connecting, so eddie allowed you to grab the lighter from his hand. “here, let me”, you said. twisting the zippo out of his grip. eddie put both of his clenched fist at his side. he didn’t really let people just touch his lucky lighter, not even steve, but for you he obeyed. he had panicked a little bit when he noticed it wasn’t on his person.

he watched you spark the flame and lift it to his lips. he leaned down to your cupped hands that guarded the flame from his huffy breathes. he looked at you as he sucked in the tip of the fire through his cigarette. your eyes and cheeks were glowing with the soft orange light. he noticed how your stare was on his occupied mouth in focus. making sure you were doing a good job for him.

when eddie’s smoke had a bright red cherry on the end you killed the flame with the lid. it snapped shut, but even the sharp sound couldn’t pull you away from the moment. you both were watching the other. the man in front of you raised one of his hands to pinch the cig, he grabbed the end and inhaled deeply. still holding his lighter you played with the cap to calm your nerves. puffing out a big cloud of smoke, eddie laid it over the two of you in a heavy exhale. when the smoke was slightly cleared you had moved closer. you reached into eddie’s jean pocket placing the lighter there.

the sudden closeness of your hands near his belt line made him jump, but he didn’t dare let his body reveal how nervous you made him. “wh–what are you.. doing?” he asked. you noticed during your sudden invasion that his hand that held his lit cigarette pulled away from you. he was careful not to flick any ash on you. his abdomend tensed up. trying so desperately not to think about your hands lingering in other places. he was too intoxicated to slip up now, he wanted to be a gentleman. show you he wasn’t just interested in you physically, but emotionally. he wanted to be your friend. your touch snapped him out of his daze as you gently patted his pocket with a tender palm. “there”.

when you looked at him your pupils were dilated, as was his. you tried moving back slightly but eddie held onto his jacket, making sure you couldn’t leave him. he needed you close, not only for warmth but because he liked you like this. you were so pretty while being dazed and sleepy. he needed to protect you, keep you safe so no one could harm you while you felt so euphoric. he couldn’t let you move an inch away. it was selfish of him to want this side of you reserved for only him. he had just met you tonight.

eddie felt crazy.

your delicate words danced on your tongue as you spoke in the silence. you whispered while your fingers retrieved his pack of smokes out of the coats pocket. “you know you.. could just..”, eddie watched you open his pack. you once again reached into his jeans front pocket. this time you moved slower, and more purposefully. eddie hissed. “your hands are so cold when you do that”, he whispered back. blaming the temperature on the twitch you felt in his pants.

once again, the lighter was in your hand. you placed it inside the box, sheltering it from the outside world and giving it a new and convenient home. “so that way, you always have it”. you cheerfully said. eddie’s gaze widened at you, as if you were the smartest person he had ever met, and he was gonna vocalize that thought, “that’s really smart.. now maybe i won't misplace the damn thing all the time”. he joked, you laughed.

when the soft sound of happiness died between the two of you there was a curtain of goodbyes falling over both of you. you didn’t want it to end but it was so late into the night. eddie grabbed your wrist again and moved you closer into him making sure you were warm and safe from the cold november air, it was redundant considering he let you borrow his jacket. you nuzzled into his chest, the drinks making you overly clingy and cuddly.

but all good things must come to an end. you couldn’t be wrapped up in the feeling of his warmth for long. a black car pulled up to the chain link fence that was barely guarding the alleyway where the cars that parked behind the hideout stayed. eddie huffed.

he started walking you over to open the gate to the fence, he and steve would leave after your departure so they needed the room to get his car though. you watched as he pulled the fence open, it made a pointed creaking sound. gravel against metal. you stood still, confused on who was in the mysterious car.

“called you a cab on the payphone when i went inside to find my lighter”, he paused. “i– i hope.. that's not me overstepping or anything, just wanted to make sure you got home safe, t’has all”. eddie smiled at you when your eyes sparkled. “no.. that’s fine. thank you eddie… i would’ve forgot”, you showed appreciation.

eddie grabbed your hand as he led you to the side of the car. he opened the door for you. extending his right arm out to make sure you had something to grab onto if you lost your balance while you leaned down. meanwhile his left hand grabbed the top of the car, the part that you could easily bump your head on in your intoxicated state, and he was glad he did. your temple brushed against his knuckle softly, whereas if he hadn’t placed his hand there you would’ve forsure been tending to a bruise in addition to your hangover tomorrow morning. when you swung both of your legs into the cab eddie moved around to lean into the space.

“now listen, sweetheart.” eddie tipped his body forward in the back passenger seat. he pulled the collar of his coat towards himself to pop the collar and get your concentration on him. his grip pulling the nape of your neck forward. when you faced him he smiled a dopey grin, the beers he had drank were hitting him hard but the man was drunk on your attention. “you’re gonna tell the nice cab driver your address… you're gonna get home, drink some water, and then go to bed, m’kay?”

your eyes smiled, “mhhmm. m'kay, eddie”, you said. he continued his rules, “then you’re gonna come see me next week, yeah? you promised, sweetheart.. and i gotta get my jacket back somehow…” you bobbed your head at him. “atta girl”, the praise he supplied you was almost a groan, it came from somewhere deep inside him.

then he was shutting the door, his sudden absence made you feel cold, but his jacket swallowing your frame was like a blanket. it kept you company and still smelled like him. you told the driver your address and hummed as he repeated it back to you. he put the car in drive and pulled out of the large alley. you watched a pair of headlights beam behind you. It must've been steve and eddie.

★

as you pulled into the familiar environment of your home you reached into your jean pocket to grab your house keys. hopping out of the car was a task but you managed to keep yourself upright. you walked inside of your apartment after unlocking your door haphazardly. the demands eddie had asked of you still ringing in your head.

first you moved to the small kitchen to grab a glass of water. you drank an entire cup before refilling it and then making your way to your bedroom hallway. in the dark hall was a guest bathroom that had a cabinet in the mirror. you walked in, opened the cabinet and grabbed two painkillers. eddie hadn’t reminded you to do so but your body was on autopilot, making sure you wouldn’t ache by tomorrow morning. it was a weekday, you still had to go to work.

your throat burned as you swallowed them down with your water. you wondered if eddie was having the same issues you were and if he was as sluggish. he seemed to handle his liquor better than you had. six beers didn’t seem to do anything other than make him more confident.

after your medical pit stop in the bathroom, you pushed the door to your bedroom open. the back of your heels dragging as you tried to move hastily to fall into bed. you clicked on your bedside lamp and started to pull the layers of clothes off of yourself.

when you reached into eddie’s big jacket pocket to pull the protective layer off, the tips of your fingernails brushed against a piece of paper. it was a ticket for eddie’s next show marked for tuesday of next week. you had no idea how he had gotten it in there, considering it wasn’t there before. you smiled and dived back into the compartment to investigate further. there was a bundled up napkin. you unraveled it to see if there was a message scribed onto it, sure enough there was.

“just in case you forget after tomorrow's headache, you promised you’d come see me. i stole a ticket from the box office when i went inside to call you a cab, hope to see you soon, sweetheart. xx. eddie.”

“p.s. need my jacket back.”

you threw his coat on the ground next to your bed. it fell with a big thud. you turned to lay the ticket and note next to your water so you would be sure to see it in the morning. after stripping your other restricted clothes off, you climbed under the warm covers. you didn’t fight your brain as you let the thoughts and feelings you couldn’t blame on the liquor bubbling in your chest rest just like your heavy eyes. you fell into a deep slumber.

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