every friday, you would drive home from work as quick as possible around 6pm, shower, eat, and get set up for the weekly special occasion.

bucky friday’s, you liked to call them.

after dinner for one, you would take a long shower, shaving if neccesary, and relax under the hot water. you would light a few candles around your room, pulling the curtains and grabbing your laptop from the kitchen. you sat on your bed, logging into your onlyfans account, your mouse searching for the profile of the only man worth watching, bucky barnes.

you had stumbled across bucky’s profile one night back in july, and ever since then you had been hooked. you would even go as far as cancelling friday plans just to watch his new video. he was all you could think about.

you stretched out on your bed, in just your underwear, glancing at the clock impatiently.

7:58pm

two minutes until you would see his handsome face again.

that’s one thing you loved about bucky. he wasn’t bothered by the anonimity, he showed his face proudly, which you very much appreciated. just the thought of his face as he touched himself made you shiver.

you got comfortable on your bed, spreading your legs a little. it reached 8pm, and you refreshed his page, getting impatient. within a few seconds, his new video popped up, your core already leaking with anticipation.

you clicked the play button, biting your lip. he wasn’t even here and he still made you nervous.

he was sat at the edge of his bed, his cock already red and leaking pre cum. you licked your lips, your eyes going wide as you watched him begin to palm himself, his thumb running over the tip. his hair was messy and his blue eyes bore into the screen, staring right at you.

“i’m back.” he whispered, his head dropping back as he continued to stroke himself. “i never forget about my girl.”

you loved how he spoke to the screen, making you feel as if he was doing this just for you.

“touch yourself for me sweetheart…eyes on me though, watch my cock while you play with my pretty, pretty pussy.”

you moaned, this was going to be a fun night.

the next day, you woke up early, your laptop on the pillow next to you. you must have fallen asleep after last night’s antics.

you blushed at the paused video on the screen, remembering the events from the night before.

you went about your day, showering and having a quick breakfast. around midday, your friend texted, asking if you wanted to grab some lunch. you agreed, glad to make plans, and changed into some nicer clothes. you grabbed your bag, heading out the door.

the apartment door opposite your’s was open, the floor filled with moving boxes.

hmm. you thought to yourself. i must have a new neighbour. you headed for the stairs, deciding to introduce yourself later.

by around 3pm, you were walking back up to your flat, eager to see who the mysterious new neighbour was. the door was still open, but this time as you peeked through, you saw a man standing in the middle of the lounge, his back towards you.

you knocked quietly. “hi…um…are you my new neighbour?” the man turned around and the wind was knocked right out of you.

bucky? your mouth hung open as he smiled.

what? how could he be here? is this a dream?

his hair was messy, and he was wearing black jeans and a white t-shirt that clung to his biceps. you quickly shut your mouth before he could notice, giving him a shy smile.

act cool. you thought.

“hi, yeah i just moved here today. you live across the hall right?” you urged yourself to scramble some words together to speak, your heart beating out of your chest.

“y-yes, that’s me. i’m y/n.” you shuffled awkwardly at the door.

“i’m bucky.”

i know who you are. you thought. hell, i know what your dick looks like.

“nice to meet you. um..i’ll let you unpack.”

“see you around.” he smiled again, turning back around. you stared at his back for a few seconds, trying to process that bucky, the same bucky that you’d touched yourself to countless times was living across the hall. you swallowed, urging your legs to move until you were in your flat.

you grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen, pulling your jumper off as you sat on the sofa. you felt flustered.

after the shock had passed, you laughed to yourself. the man of my dreams lives across the hall, you kept repeating. how did this even happen? you decided to speak to him again as soon as an opportunity appeared, and you had a clear head.

a couple of days later, you were heading up the stairs after a long day at work, you hadn’t seen bucky since that first meeting. but now, as you went to put the keys in your door, you noticed that his door was open. he looked up when he heard your movements, coming to the door.

“hey y/n, everything alright?”

now that you had come to terms with the fact that he was definetly your new neighbour, you paid more attention to him.

his face. his body.

he was taller than you expected, his smile even sweeter in real life. you liked seeing him in casual clothes, his hair messy as usual. he looked adorable, and you couldn’t believe that this was the same man who whispered such dirty things to you on the internet.

you snapped out of your daydream to answer his question, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“i’m great, actually…y-you?” you cringed at your stutter.

“i’m great.” he paused. “would you like to come in for some coffee? you’re the only person i know in the building.”

you laughed. “i’d love to.” inside, you were panicking. you didn’t think he’d actually want to get to know you.

you stepped inside his apartment shly, putting your bag down by the door.

his apartment was nicely decorated, simple. there were a few boxes he still had yet to unpack. it smelt of vanilla candles and fresh linen.

“milk and sugar?”

“please.” you answered, sitting down at the table.

“so…how come you moved here?”

“i used to live in this shitty little apartment a few streets away, and my friend told me about this one that was alot cheaper so i checked it out. i’m glad i did too.” he smiled at you.

he placed two mugs on the table, smiling as he sat down. you both chatted for over an hour, realising that you had alot in common. sometimes, mid conversation his onlyfans would pop into your head and you had to block the thoughts out before you started blushing.

eventually you got up to leave, thanking him for the coffee.

“anytime peach, see you around.”

butterflies exploded in your stomach at the pet name. you could get used to that.

you smiled, rushing over to your apartment.

the next time you saw bucky was on a saturday afternoon, as you checked for mail.

“hey peach…can i ask you something?”

“sure bucky, what’s up?” you felt more comfortable around him now, knowing more about his true personality.

“i was wondering if you would like to come over to mine for dinner tonight? i’m making lasagna.”

your heart swelled at the invitation. he was too sweet.

slowly, throughout weeks of you chatting and getting to know eachother, you got closer. you still watched his onlyfans, you just couldn’t bring yourself to stop.

you’d tried of course, but his voice, his body was too addictive. you hated yourself for not telling him, and you hated the fact that you were undeniably in love with everything about him.

one particular evening, bucky had invited you over for a movie night. you both had drunk too much wine and ended up falling onto the couch giggling.

bucky pulled you closer to him, so that you were huddled into his side. the combination of the wine and the feeling of bucky pressed into you had you feeling light-headed.

through drunk eyes, bucky looked even more attractive, and now that you knew him better, he was just the sweetest, kindest person you had ever met.

“we should have movie nights more often.” you felt bucky smirk, his lips tracing your ear.

“hmm.” you hummed in agreement, leaning back to rest your head on his chest. to your delight, he kissed your forehead a couple of times, your eyes beginning to droop.

you awoke abruptly around half an hour later, still pressed firmly into bucky. you rubbed at your eyes, feeling delirious.

fuck. you thought. you must have fallen asleep on the couch. your body felt warm against bucky’s and you looked over to him.

the tv was blaring some old black and white film, the kind that only gets played after 11pm.

bucky had the remote in one hand while his other hand was around your waist. his eyes dropping slowly, he looked exhausted.

you stood up quietly, still feeling the affects of the wine in your system. bucky stirred, blinking harshly to keep himself awake.

you touched his shoulder. “bucky, i’m gonna go back to mine. thank you for dinner.” you smiled at him, bending down to kiss his cheek.

you were dizzy from the wine and may have kissed him a little too close to his lips. bucky was too sleepy to react, but you didn’t miss the little smile that formed on his face. he grumbled a goodnight, his hand slipping from your waist.

you felt terribly cold without his touch.

a few weeks later, you were having a chill night-in, winding down from the busy week you had had. you decided to search up bucky on onlyfans and have a look at anything new he had posted.

at the top of his profile, a new video appeared. tingles ran through your body as you saw his face, and you quickly rid yourself of your clothes.

pressing play, bucky’s chiselled chest appeared on your screen, his hand pumping his cock.

already, your body started to heat up, tingles travelling straight down to your core.

“fuck, sweetheart.” his words made you so fucking horny, your fingers playing with your clit. it didn’t take much for bucky to make you come, even if it was through a screen. you’re legs began to shake.

“fuck peach, you like that don’t you? touch yourself for me.”

your eyes nearly fell out of your head. peach. the pet name he used for you. that pushed you over the edge, your orgasm shaking your entire body.

you moaned, mumbling bucky’s name.

once you had overcome your high, you sat up slowly. maybe he knows that i watch him. you thought. surely not, how could he know? maybe he called everybody peach.

you knew you were lying to yourself, something about the way he said it made you believe that it was just for you. the feeling made you shiver. god you were never going to get over this man.

the next few times you and bucky hang out together, he was a little more flirty, more handsy. he would comment about your appearance.

“looking beautiful today peach.”

“pretty girl is tired hm?” and he seemed to touch you with any chance he got.

he would grab your hand as he pulled you into his apartment. wrap his arm around you as you sat together on the couch. give you extra long hugs when you would leave.

i mean, you weren’t complaining, but it was a little suspicious.

friday night. 23:30pm

you were having a quick shower, getting ready to go over to bucky’s for some late night snacks.

earlier, you had some free time to delve into bucky’s latest onlyfans posts, setting aside an hour for your horny antics. you smiled everytime you passed your bed, bucky’s face paused on your laptop.

bucky greeted you as he always did with a bear hug and a bottle of wine, he seemed a little tipsy already. “have you started drinking without me?” you pretended to be offended.

“maybe.” he smirked, pulling you over to the couch. you laughed, entwining your fingers with his.

after a few glasses of wine, naturally, you found yourself sliding closer to bucky, which he welcomed.

“wait…it’s a little cold. do you have any blankets over at your place?”

“sure, um…there’s a few on my bed, the doors open.”bucky kissed your head before making his way towards the door. you sighed, watching him walk away.

after about four seconds, it clicked.

your laptop. open. bucky.

onlyfans.

your blood ran cold. “bucky! wait!” you sprinted out the door and into your apartment, running towards your room.

“bucky!” it was too late. you hurled yourself into the bedroom. bucky was sat on your bed, staring at himself on the screen.

“bucky.” you stuttered. “bucky i’m so sorry.” he looked at you, smirking. your heart skipped a beat. was he angry?

“bucky i’m sorry. i wanted to tell you, i just didn’t know how. say something.” he stood up, walking slowly towards you.

time slowed down, and you stood glued to the spot, completely ashamed of bucky seeing that. he tilted your chin so you had no choice but to look at him, his blue eyes turned dark.

“do you hate me?” you cringed at your words, you were so embarrassed.

bucky paused before answering, “hate you? of course i don’t hate you peach. i knew you watched my videos.”

you were confused. “you did?”

“of course. i figured it out the first day we met. you were ridiculously shy, you could never look me in the eye for more than two seconds and i saw how you reacted whenever i called you peach or sweetheart.”

you blushed profusely, watching as his eyes trailed down your body, his jaw twitching.

“so, peach, how long have you been watching my videos? i’ve been dying to know.” he smirked, pulling you by the hand back towards his apartment.

you could hardly speak, your thighs clenching at his tone.

“um…” your mouth was dry. “a-about six months.” you let him lead you towards his bedroom, his hand gripping yours tightly.

he stopped once he reached the bed, sitting towards the top, he pulled you down so you were on his lap. you felt incredibly vulnerable, straddling his thighs.

“you like what you see, huh?” his hands gripped your waist. “tell me peach” he started to kiss down your neck. “did you touch yourself to my videos? did you cum for me?”

you gulped nervously, your core was tingling. you nodded, watching his face as he smirked.

“well then, why don’t i show you what i can do in real life?”

he held the back of your neck, pulling your head towards him for a kiss.

you froze for a few seconds, but as your lips connected you forgot everything, focusing solely on the man in front of you.

his lips felt good. really good. even better than you had imagined. and trust me, you had imagined it alot in the past months.

bucky kissed you softly, letting you get used to the feeling of his lips against yours. your entire body was covered in goosebumps, his hands beginning to move your hips so that you were grinding over his crotch. you could feel how desperately hard he was, and feeling confident, you brought a hand down, dragging the palm of your hand over his buldge for a few seconds.

bucky groaned into your mouth, his eyes fluttering as he pulled away from the kiss. the noise that came from his throat made you want to open your legs wider.

“fuck. don’t fucking do that.” he whispered.

you smiled, placing your hands on the sides of his face as you leaned in to kiss him again. this time, bucky pushed his tongue into your mouth, making you whimper by surprise.

you felt him smile against your lips, his tongue exploring your mouth. his hands crept under the hem of your t-shirt, his fingers trailing across your stomach.

the feeling was ticklish, and you squirmed, pushing your hips down further onto his crotch, whines falling from your mouth.

“peach, you make me so fucking hard, did y’know that?”

you whimpered at his words, and he pushed his tongue further down your throat.

he moaned, loving how you were so innocent but so incredibly dirty at the same time, he just had to pull it out of you.

the kiss was harsh and sloppy, you knew that it wouldn’t be long before you would need some sort of release.

bucky pulled away, sucking on your bottom lip before releasing it with a pop. “tell me, sweetheart, what did you like about my videos? i wanna know how to make my pretty girl feel good.”

jesus fucking christ. he was actually going to kill you. bucky’s eyes were on you, waiting for an answer. you thought it would be best to just answer him straight out.

“i-i like it when you call me sweetheart.” you stared at his chest. bucky smiled at your innocence. it made him want to ruin you. he wanted you to be his.

“go on.” he simply replied.

“well, i like the way you talk. and-“

he chuckled. “dirty words for a dirty girl.”

if your face went any redder you would’ve become a tomato, your eyes focusing anywhere except bucky’s face.

“what else?” he moved his head down until he was pressing kisses along your neck. your head tilted back at the feeling, and you wanted more.

“i imagine that we’re alone…together, a-and it’s me that’s touching you, t-touching your body.”

“you think about touching my cock, sweetheart?”

his tongue began to trace circles over the skin of your throat and your eyes squeezed shut.

you nodded slowly, and felt him bite softly at your neck. you gained a little more confidence, seeing how bucky was reacting to your words, and decided to say more.

“want you to, to touch me too.” you were basically whining at this point, your core aching with need.

“i know you do baby” he licked his lips. “where do you want my hands?”

“want to feel your mouth-your fingers o-on my pussy.” you felt incredibly dirty as the words left your mouth. bucky squeezed your hips, his kisses dropping lower to your chest.

“my good girl wants my cock down her throat as i finger your little cunt, don’t you? you wanna be my good girl?”

god, you needed him to do something, now. you nodded furiously, your pussy clenching and getting wetter with every word.

“yes. please.” you added. “wanna be good for you” you pouted for good measure.

bucky chuckled, noticing how you reacted to the praise. he pulled off your t-shirt, his eyes sparkling at the sight of your chest, sitting all pretty in a black lace bra. your hands went to his shirt, lifting it up over his head.

you both sat for a second, staring at eachother, before bucky reached down, unbuckling your jeans.

you climbed off of bucky to pull them off. bucky made the most of the space and got rid of his trousers off too, leaving him in his boxers and you in your underwear.

you could hardly breathe as he pulled you onto his thighs again. the outline of his hard dick visible through his boxers. you licked your lips, thinking of every possible thing that he was gonna do to you. your entire body felt fuzzy.

bucky pulled you in for a firm kiss, his hands coming up to unclasp your bra. your nipples perked up at the cold air, and bucky didn’t hesitate, his hands cupping your breasts. he kneaded the skin roughly, making your mouth fall open against his lips as his fingers pinched your sensitive nipples.

you couldn’t keep still, your hands trailing across his chest and arms, pulling him closer.

his tongue was still in your mouth, tasting everything he could. his index and middle finger came down, rubbing at your core over your panties. you twitched, whining at the contact.

“so sensitive sweetheart.”

you gripped bucky’s biceps tightly, your lips lazily pressed against his as he circled your clit over the material. electricity zipped through you, and you couldn’t quite believe this was happening.

your hips bucked towards bucky and he chuckled, enjoying the way you got all worked up.

“baby.” he moaned between kisses. “baby, lay down on your back. head on the pillows.” you did as you were told, quickly getting into position.

“good girl.” he pressed an extra kiss to your lips, moving so that he was on his knees, between your thighs.

he stared at you laying on the bed for him in just panties, taking a mental picture. “you look so pretty right now.” he smiled sweetly, hooking his fingers into your panties and slowly pulling them down.

you blushed, feeling exposed as you watched a line of your slick connect from your pussy to your panties. you shivered, looking up at bucky. his eyes were focused on your core, his mouth watering at the sight.

“jesus. sweetheart. so fucking wet. for me huh?”

you smiled shly, pushing your hips up to bucky to let him know how badly you needed him to touch you. he laughed, leaning on his forearms until his lips were brushing up against your clit.

“i can’t wait to taste you.” he looked up at you with dark eyes, before his tongue ever so slightly licked at your clit.

your hands went to straight to bucky’s hair, your head pushed back against the pillows.

you watched as bucky gathered some spit in his mouth, your eyes blowing wide as he let it dribble out, onto your folds.

he added more pressure then, wrapping his lips around your bud, his tongue devouring you. your eyes rolled back into your head and you yanked on bucky’s hair, making him growl from the back of his throat.

he carried on, the filthy sounds of his spit mixed with your juices filling the room.

he dipped lower, and you nearly exploded when he pushed his tongue into your hole. god you’d never felt anything like it. this man was definetly one of a kind.

he pulled away for a moment, pressing sloppy light kisses to your clit that made you jolt. you squirmed, your back arching at how filthy and good you felt.

“so sweet, peach. wanted this since the first day i met you.” you whined, from his words and because of the fact that his mouth had left your pussy.

he smiled, leaning back in to suck at your clit. he sucked hard, letting his tongue move over your bud as he did so. you were so close. your whole body tensing up.

bucky realised, suddenly moving away. you groaned in frustation, pulling harder on his hair.

“bucky!”

“fuck sweetheart, your dripping down to your asshole. so fucking dirty.” he growled, placing his head in his hands.

he ignored your whines, sitting back onto his knees. you soon fell silent as he pulled off his boxers, his head hanging as he shivered at the feeling of his hard cock finally being free.

your eyes nearly rolled back into your head at the sight, he was even prettier in person, his cock sitting proudly, thick and veiny.

bucky caught you staring. “close your mouth peach, you’re practically drooling.”

your face burned red again and you gulped, shuffling further up the bed.

“open those pretty legs for me sweetheart.”

you did, watching as bucky crawled closer until he was on top of you. he kissed you, distracting you from his hand that was tugging at his dick, inching it closer to your entrance.

“god, i can’t fucking wait to put my dick inside you. this is what you wanted isn’t it? my sweet peach, watching my videos, thinking about my cock buried deep inside her tight pussy.”

you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him close. his mouth was wet and shiny from eating you out, and you had a sudden urge to kiss him.

you did just that, tilting your head up a little to reach his lips. bucky was surprised at your sudden confidence, letting you kiss him eagerly.

he took the opportunity while you were distracted, pushing himself a little way into your pussy.

instantly both of your mouths fell open, just the tip feeling incredible.

“knew you were gonna be tight, peach.” bucky groaned. “need to open you up a little.”

you could hardly speak, just wanting him to push in further. the feeling was incredible. bucky grabbed your thighs, pushing your legs open wider as he slid in.

your eyes rolled back into your head, your legs wrapping round bucky’s waist. if it was possible you would have pulled him even closer.

he began to thrust his hips slowly, letting you both get used to the feeling of him stretching you out.

he kissed your forehead lovingly, watching as little whines and moans fell from your mouth. you were clenching around him, hard.

“peach…baby, you’re so fucking tight i can hardly move.” you buried your face into bucky’s neck, the immense pleasure crawling all over your body, fire in the pit of your stomach.

bucky groaned loudly, picking up the pace a little.

“you feel s’good peach, such a good girl for me.” he felt you clench at the praise and his breath got caught in his throat.

“you like that, huh? you like being my pretty, good girl?”

you nodded as best you could with your face pressed into the crook of his neck.

“y-yes, bucky. please, i need- i need it faster.”

bucky groaned, pulling your hips off the mattress so that he could pick up the pace easily. the pleasure was like lightning bolts through your body, your eyes rolling back into your head as bucky railed you harder.

“f-fuck. bucky. i’m gonna, i’m gonna cum.” the sloppy sounds of bucky pounding into you pushed you over the edge.

“bucky i’m cumming. fu- fuck!”

“cum for me peach, squeeze my cock like that, fuck y-yes!” your dripping cunt clenched around bucky’s cock, your orgasm exploding.

bucky’s own orgasm was triggered, a loud groan falling from his lips as he tried to keep up the pace, getting you through your high.

he slowed once your body started to relax, the twitches taking over. he pulled out slowly and kissed your forehead, watching how your body reacted to the after effects of your orgasm.

he collapsed next to you, turning on his side so he could see you.

he thought it was incredibly cute, how soft and pretty you looked laying there with him.

after a little while, you slowly opened your eyes, looking to the side to see bucky looking at you.

you smiled at him, pulling at his neck until your lips connected. you sighed into the kiss, feeling blissful.

bucky pulled away after a while, pulling on some boxers before leaving the bedroom.

you sat up a little, grabbing bucky’s t-shirt off of the floor to pull over your head. you had never felt so happy.

bucky came back in after a few minutes, holding a hand towel. he climbed onto the bed, pushing your thighs open so that he could clean you up.

you shuddered, pressing your face into bucky’s neck. “good girl.” he finished, pushing you down until you were laying flat, with the duvet over you.

“i see you’ve stolen my shirt.” he mumbled.

you chuckled, staring into his blue eyes. “can we sleep?” you asked, already feeling your eyes starting to droop.

“of course.” he chucked the towel somewhere on the floor, climbing into bed beside you. his skin was warm, and you huddled yourself into his chest, as close as you could.

“you’re never getting rid of me after that.” you mumbled.

you started feeling a little dizzy after your third drink. you didn’t even know what you were drinking, some blue liquid that robin had shoved into your hand.

speaking of robin…where the hell was she?

she had disappeared on you about 30 minutes ago, but with the amount of alcohol in your system right now, you couldn’t seem to care too much.

squinting into the distance, you saw nancy and steve standing closely together by a tree, red cups in hand.

you stumbled over to them, spilling your drink halfway down your top in the process.

“y/n? we’ve been looking all over for you!” steve grabbed your arm, keeping you upright.

“really!!” you shouted. “come on, nance, let’s dance!” you giggled, turning to the makeshift dancefloor around the bonfire.

“uhh-“ nancy pulled your wrist. “y/n, me and steve are leaving. you should too. it’s 2am.”

what??! jesus christ you were sure that it was only midnight two minutes ago.

steve and nancy stood staring at you, waiting for an andwer.

“nooooo” you pouted. “please, dance with me?”

“sorry y/n. it’s late. you should walk home with us.”

“ugh. whatever.” you walked away, hearing them call your name in the distance. you didn’t pay any attention.

looking back now, you were so fucking stupid for not going with them, you were never drinking again.

you danced by yourself instead, and you didn’t see steve or nancy again. not even robin.

by 3am, most people had gone home. you had sobered up a little and gained back some common sense. you really should go home.

you made your way to the main road, it was quicker that way.

you began to walk on the side of the road, realising quickly how quiet and cold it was. your feet dragged as you shivered - fuck, why didn’t you bring a jacket?

within a few minutes, you heard a group of boys behind you. you looked back - there were around four of them, you didn’t know who they were.

they were stumbling on the pavement - obviously drunk. they were shouting too, the noise making you flinch as they came closer.

you picked up your pace a little, trying to shake off the rest of the alcohol. you covered yourself with your arms, hoping they hadn’t noticed you. oh how wrong you were.

“hey, darlin’! where ya’ going?”

oh god - they noticed you. in fact, you could hear them behind you, snickering. how did they get so close so quickly?

your brain was telling you to look behind you, but you couldn’t, fear trapping you in a loop of one foot in front of the other.

it wasn’t until one of the men grabbed your arm that you reacted.

“stop, please.” it sounded like a whisper coming out of your mouth. you backed away.

“hey, pretty girl. wanna come party with us?”

ugh. the pet name made your skin crawl.

“no. i-uh…”

god dammit, why couldn’t you stand up for yourself?

one of them pushed a beer bottle into your face. “come on, don’t be scared darlin’…drink with us. a pretty lady like you shouldn’t be alone at night.”

he stepped forward suddenly and you stumbled back, falling back onto the ground.

your hands hit the ground forcefully and you winced in pain, pulling your skirt down as tears began to fall down your cheeks.

the men laughed, the evil sound digging it’s way into your brain. you scrambled to stand up, turning and running as fast as you could, dirt and mud all over your clothes.

you could hear them cat-calling behind you, and you prayed to god that they weren’t following you.

you could hardly see through your tear-filled eyes, but you recognised the trailer park on your right.

eddie.

the perfect person you needed right now. he would know what to do.

you half-ran, half-stumbled your way to his trailer, hoping you could remember which one was his.

you banged on his door, wiping the tears from your face as you straightened your clothes. you only just realised the cuts on your hands, bloody scabs already forming on your palms.

you kept looking behind you, feeling paranoid as you waited for eddie.

eddie woke to you furiously knocking on his door, the entire trailer shaking with the force of it.

he jumped up startled, maybe it was the neighbours coming to complain again, he thought.

he rubbed his eyes, trying to balance himself after he had stood up to quickly.

finally, eddie opened the door, his expression changing in an instant.

“y/n?”

god it was good to see him.

you stepped closer. “eddie, i-uh-i was at a party and, a-and-“. you couldn’t carry on, tears brimming at your eyes again.

“woah-“ he stepped down to your level, wrapping his arm around your side. he caught you just in time as you fell into him, your body collapsing.

he pulled you into his lounge, making his way towards the couch. you welcomed the warm air, clutching onto eddie’s t-shirt with grubby hands.

“it’s okay, it’s okay sweetheart, i’m here.” he sat down, pulling you onto his lap sideways.

you hid your face in his neck, silently crying onto his t-shirt. eddie was curious as to what had happened with you but for now, he was more than happy to comfort you in the dark like this.

after a while, your breathing slowed and you felt ready to talk about what had happened.

you lifted your head up, sniffling quietly. eddie cupped your face with his hands, the cold rings a contrast to your hot, teary face.

“you wanna talk about it?” eddie asked.

you nodded, shifting until you were sat up a little straighter. “i went to a party a-and got a bit drunk.” you spoke slowly, “everyone had left so i was walking home and these boys - they, they started following me.”

you felt eddie’s body tense beneath you.

“one of them grabbed my arm, they were saying stupid shit and i fell over and i just - i just started running.”

eddie clenched his fists, thinking about how scared and alone you were out there in the woods.

“holy shit. do you know them? are they from school?”

“n-no, i don’t know. i’ve never seen them before.”

talking about it again made you shiver, tucking yourself back in against eddie. you realised then that you were still wearing dirt-covered clothes, eddie seemed to notice.

“how about we get those hands cleaned up hmm? and a change of clothes?”

you nodded, climbing off eddie’s lap.

suddenly, something hit the roof of eddie’s trailer, startling you. you gasped, grabbing onto eddie’s forearm.

“don’t worry, it’s just a twig. they fall from the trees and hit the roof sometimes when it’s windy.”

you attempted to smile, releasing his arm from the death grip you had on it. “sorry.”

eddie chuckled, entwining your fingers with his. “don’t apologise.”

he sat you down in the bathroom, pulling a few essentials from the cupboard.

“this is gonna sting a little.” he held your hand out flat, cleaning your wounds with disinfectant on cotton wool.

you flinched at the pain, shutting your eyes.

“sorry, sweetheart.” eddie frowned, he didn’t like seeing you like this. he was used to your usual smiley, bubbly self in school.

eddie finished as quickly as possible, wrapping your palms in clean bandages. “anywhere else that needs mending?” he inspected the rest of your body, tickling behind your knees and across your collarbones.

you burst out laughing, pushing his arms away.

“there’s that smile i love so much.” he pressed a soft kiss to your palms.

“thank you, doctor.” you giggled.

“you can sleep here tonight.“ he scratched the back of his neck. “it’s nearly 4am.”

as soon as he said that, you realised how exhausted you were, the events of the night had worn you out mentally and physically.

“where’s your uncle?” you wondered.

“um, he’s at work. it’s just us.”

you giggled to break the awkward silence. you noticed then your face in the mirror, black streaks of makeup all down your face from crying.

“oh my god, i look a mess. eddie, do you have any makeup remover?”

“uhh, not really something i put on the grocery list, love.”

you laughed, shoving his shoulder.

“hang on, i might be able to find a flannel somewhere.”

you washed up, brushing your teeth with one of eddie’s spare ones. he gave you his hellfire t-shirt to wear, along with a pair of his boxers.

eddie averted his eyes when you walked into his bedroom, he’d never seen your bare legs before.

“sorry it’s a little messy, wasn’t expecting anyone.”

you giggled, admiring the posters on his wall and the little things around his room that were just so very eddie.

his bed was unmade, and you remembered that before all of this, eddie was sleeping soundly.

you climbed into his bed, sitting on top of the sheets.

you picked the bed side closest to the wall, farthest from the door, you felt safer that way. as if eddie’s body was like a barrier that could protect you from anything.

you waited for eddie, watching him closely as he changed into new pyjamas. he sat down beside you, and leaned against the headboard, a small lamp on his bedside table was iluminating your faces in golden light.

you pushed yourself up next to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“sorry for waking you up.” you mumbled.

“don’t say that.” eddie wrapped his arm around your shoulders, his fingers combing gently through your hair. “never say that. anytime, for any reason, you come to me, okay?”

“okay.”

you both climbed under the covers. you were overwhelmed by the smell of him at first. it was comforting, and you tried to be discreet as you pulled the duvet up to your nose.

eddie turned the lamp off, darkness falling over the room. he turned onto his side to face you, his arm was holding himself up, elbow bent.

you felt trapped between him and the wall, in a good way. safe, even.

you stared at his figure in the darkness. you could only just make out his bug eyes, and his long, curly hair falling over his face.

it began to rain outside, the wet pitter hitting the window softly.

“promise me you’ll wake me up if you get anxious or scared.”

“i promise.” you yawned, turning until you were huddled into his side.

you pressed yourself against him, surrounding yourself in his warmth and smell. you wrapped an arm around his torso, clutching at the back of his t-shirt.

your hands were freezing, and eddie was deliciously warm, you just couldn’t resist. you slipped your hand under his shirt, pressing your cold palm and fingertips to the bottom of his back.

eddie hissed at the sudden coldness, his back arching further into you. you giggled against his neck.

eddie’s hand came up and held your head against his chest, kissing along your hairline. you could feel him smiling against your forehead. he was so warm and cosy like this, making you forget all about that stupid fucking party.

eddie had invited you to stay the night.

of course, you had said yes, delighted. but truth is, you were a little nervous. eddie and you had only been dating for a month, and this was your first time staying at his house.

he didn’t know that you were afraid of the dark. he didn’t know that you slept with a bedside lamp on. you thought he might make fun of you if you told him.

so far the evening was going great, you had listened to music in his room, lit a fire outside, and made smores.

that’s where you were sat now, outside. eddie had found some camping chairs in the back of his van and you sat together, heating up marshmallows on the fire.

he pulled the underside of your chair until you were sat tight next to him, elbows touching as you ate the marshmallow-chocolate-cracker concoction.

eddie made you forget all about the darkness, he kept you close, feeding you smores every now and then.

it made you giggle, licking the sticky sweetness from his fingers.

it got to 10pm, and you both decided to watch a movie together. eddie, of all things, chose horror.

it started out well, you sat comfortably on the couch, blankets thrown over your legs. it was dark in the lounge, only the small light from the television iluminating your faces.

eddie kept you safe though, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. anytime the film would get a little too scary, you buried your face in his neck, squeling when something made you jump.

the film finished and eddie was half-asleep, slumped into your side. he looked adorable. you giggled, poking his cheek until he woke.

“sleepyhead.” you mumbled, pressing multiple soft kisses to his lips.

“hmm. what time is it?” he rubbed his eyes, pushing himself up the couch.

“a little after midnight i think.”

“wanna go to bed?” he asked. you nodded.

eddie stood up, “i need to pee.” he sauntered off to the bathroom, pressing a kiss to your cheek before he did so.

being alone in the lounge made you realise how loud the silence was. you could hear the wind rattling the windows and you became aware of how dark it truly was inside.

you drew your knees up to your chest, suddenly feeling cold. you looked over to where the hallway to the bathroom was, but you couldn’t seem to make out anything. it was too dark.

“eddie?” you called out, panic settling in.

no answer.

you swallowed, your throat feeling dry. fuck - why did he have to leave you alone in the pitch black?

suddenly, something hit the window, startling you. you shot up from the couch clutching your chest.

the room seemed to get smaller as you stood up, the only sound you could hear was the blood rushing through your head.

you ran towards where you thought the bathroom was, turning the knob just as you seemed to feel a presence behind you.

“eddie!”

the bathroom light hit you forcefully, your chest heaving as you came back to reality.

eddie looked round, his pants lowered a little as he finished peeing. in any other situation you would of laughed at seeing him like this.

he stared at you and you stared at him, you felt stupid now. it was just your brain playing tricks on you.

“baby? you okay?” eddie looked worried and he had good reason to be. you were clutching the door frame, your face a sickly pale white.

“yeah. i-um…i.”

how were you supposed to tell him that you got freaked out by the dark?

eddie finished washing his hands, walking over to you.

he held your face in his hands, bringing you into his chest as your breathing slowed.

“what’s got you looking so scared huh?”

you pressed your face into his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso.

“the dark.” you mumbled into his t-shirt. he didn’t hear you.

“what?” eddie smoothed out your hair.

“i’m scared of the dark.” again, it was muffled.

“can’t hear you sweetheart.”

you pushed your head back, looking up into his big, brown eyes.

“the dark. it scares me. always has.”

god, this was so embarrassing. you’re eyes started to tear up.

eddie looked out to the lounge, seeing how dark and dingy it looked. “oh.”

“i know, it’s embarrassing. i’m sorry.”

eddie grabbed your hands, “what? no, no. sweetheart, it’s not embarrassing. everyones scared of something.”

you gave him a small smile, a tear slipping from your eye.

“don’t cry, please.” his thumb brushed away the tear. “should’ve told me earlier. i wouldn’t have left you alone.”

he squeezed you into a hug. god — you must have been terrified, he thought.

you both began to get ready for bed. eddie held your hand the entire time, pulling you close whenever he could.

you laughed at his actions. “eddie, it’s okay. i’m okay now, promise.”

you truly did feel fine. it felt good to finally tell someone and get it off your chest.

“just making sure.” he kissed your forehead, his hand still in yours as you brushed your teeth.

eddie let you chose what side of the bed you wanted to sleep on, making sure there were plenty of pillows and blankets surrounding you both.

he pulled you into his side once you were both under the covers. one arm rested across your waist, the other across your shoulders.

you smiled up at eddie, your fingerstips stroking his hair on his forehead. he was wearing plain clothes and had taken his rings off. this was the first time you were seeing him like this. it was weird, but you loved it.

“you want me to turn a little lamp on or something, sweetheart?”

“no, it’s okay. i feel safe with you.” your face flushed with the confession. “just…don’t leave me…ever.”

you watch from the many rows of seats as your boyfriend, eddie munson, collects his diploma from principal higgins. he then proceeded to give him and the rest of the students the middle finger, before running back to his seat next to you.

the principal stood in shock as eddie ran off stage, a cheeky smile on his face.

you couldn’t hold in the laughter, tears running down your cheeks as you watched him.

you were graduating too, and you could hear the rest of the gang giggling towards the back, dustin’s laugh particularly distinguished.

they had all come to support eddie. you were so proud of him.

after principal higgins had droned on about the last few years for what seemed like an eternity, finally, it was the end of the ceremony.

music played through the speakers as everyone threw their caps up into the air.

it was such a magical moment. laughter rang out through the students as you all admired eachother, people you had seen around school for the past four years. highschool had finished but everyone’s life was only just beginning.

eddie pressed a hard kiss to your lips, teeth clashing as you both couldn’t stop smiling. he didn’t waste any time, grabbing your hand as he starting jogging out of the crowd.

“eddie! we’ve graduated!” you wrapped your arm around his shoulders, laughing loudly.

“finally.” he grumbled. “now we can focus on what’s important.”

you and eddie had planned to move out of hawkins a week after graduation. you were moving to a bigger city, somewhere where eddie could kick start his music career.

a talent manager had spotted eddie’s band a couple of months ago, sorting out a contract for them on the spot. it sounded promising.

his band were moving too, although it was just going to be you and eddie in the new house. eddie had been very clear about that.

“i feel so…happy, eddie.” you rested your head on his shoulder as you walked. “it’s gonna be so good for us…for your band.”

he pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “i know, sweetheart. so lucky to have you with me. i wouldn’t be doing this without you.”

he was too good to you.

that last week was spent packing everything up in moving boxes, and hanging out with the gang for the last time.

eddie had told you that he wasn’t sad about leaving, but you saw they way he looked at dustin when everyone was saying their goodbyes. it broke your heart.

“promise you’ll visit us?” a sad-looking dustin asked.

“of course we will, every other weekend. we’re only an hour away!” you ruffled his hair, turning to hug the rest of the group.

you walked back to the van without eddie, letting him say his final goodbyes alone. you watched from the passenger seat as eddie and dustin bear-hugged. they had become extremely close these past couple of months.

the drive home was silent. you massaged the back of eddie’s neck, fingers tandling in his hair.

“you okay, baby?” you asked.

“yeah, i’m sad but not because i don’t want to move. trust me, i really really do.” he paused to smile sideways at you. “it’s just crazy how we’re really getting out of here sweetheart, we’re off to fufill our dreams.” his eyes were a little teary.

as soon as he pulled up to his house, you unclicked your seatbelt, reaching over the center console.

he wrapped his arm around your waist, his fingers pulling at your chin until your lips connected.

you hummed into the kiss, his lips soft against yours. your lips parted and eddie pushed his tongue into your mouth. he tasted sweet. he always did.

you pulled back, staring at his huge, brown bug eyes.

“i love you, eddie.” you traced his lips with your thumb.

“i love you more, baby.”

you both packed up the last few things inside, and by the time you were ready to go, excitement had kicked in.

you spentt the drive listening to your favourite tunes at full blast, eddie singing at the top of his lungs.

he held your hand the entire journey, clasping onto your fingers even when he was changing gears.

he pressed a kiss to your knuckles when you passed a road sign on the highway.

leaving hawkins…come back soon!

he smiled, turning to look at you.