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He was in a loss for words as soon as he saw it was the old creaking piano emanating those notes. And a very concentrated someone he had never seen before. Eddie fixated on your eyes, and the way they were half closed, centered on the way your own fingers moved over the keys. He could see you counting, with the way your head bopped, your hair cascading on your back, bouncing after every movement your arms did, trying to reach the right note. 

“Fuck” you grunted before blowing air through your lips. Eddie’s head tilted to the right. Curious about what happened. It sounded good to him, he even was begging to sing along in his head. 

His eyes followed you, the way you stood softly shocked him, he half expected you to stump your way through the music room. He watched as you reached for one of the beat up guitars that hung in the wall. Eddie found himself scoffing, he knew those guitars were out of tune. But once again, he was shocked when he saw you tune it in a matter of seconds, just needing a couple of strums per string. 

He watched closely once again as you sat back down on the piano stool, and the way your fingers quickly found the chords that the piano had already played. He stood there for a bit longer, the urgency he had was now long forgotten. Instead curiosity invaded him. He was trying desperately to figure you out. 

“Found you fucker” You whispered after strumming after where you had stopped with the piano. 

He was deeply impressed, and he couldn’t quite understand what was going on, or why he had stood there. Or even how you had not caught him yet. 

The soft sound of the piano accompanied by the whispering of your voice led him back to reality. Eddie shook his head, letting his hair hit his face softly enough for him to refocus. With one last look, he left. 

Though the rhythm accompanied his steps. 

The lyrics repeated in his head. 

tangerine, tangerine

living reflection, from a dream. 

-

The faint smell of smoke filled the room, as the ashtray was slightly overflowing. The window slightly creaked open, even in the February cold. Papers were scattered around the table, some were partially stained, the fizzyness of the sodas making them stick to one another. The party looked at each other in a daze, at a true loss for words, the only thing left to do was stare at Eddie, waiting his words. 

He was captivating, as he narrated how the heretic Paladin Sir Keer was being accompanied down to the cells of the castle prison. He had been accused of treason, of an attempt on the life of the king, the very king the party was in charge of protecting. In the middle of a joust, there have been 3 separate attempts to end his life, Sir Keer on the center of all of them. 

“I would like to go visit Sir Keer.” Will spoke softly, under the attentive gaze of all of his colleagues. 

“You find your way through the cold and dark corners of the stone corridors, a couple of guards stand before the cell of Sir.Keer, what do you do?” Eddie asks, his hand gesturing as he asks. 

“In the name of the king I implore you to grant me a few moments with the prisoner.” Eddie smiled at the new found confidence that Will was exhibiting. Deep down he knew it had something to do with the recent change he had over the summer. 

After a persuasion check, and a very intimidating Will, he had somehow managed to get himself inside the jail cell. He was on the ground, acting as though he was on his side. A spy on the inside. 

“Tell me where to get another poison dagger, I can finish the job, I can get close to his highness.” 

“Emperor Fabicci, he was the one to give me the dagger, I’m sure he could give you one as well” Eddie let out in a thick Italian accent, not being able to avoid the smile that formed on his lips as soon as he saw the reaction on the party’s face. 

“Guards.” Will added coldly, a bit louder than before. “Arrest Emperor Fabicci at once. He just admitted to treason.”  

“Apostate!” Eddie wailed as he mimicked his arms chain into a wall where his throne was. 

“Well, where is your god now?” Will whispered back as his friends went ballistic around him, and Eddie couldn’t help but smile proudly. 

The session finished amidst of all the chaos that had formed in a second. 

He had one thing clear, that kid was the future of Hellfire. And Henderson. Henderson who was celebrating the narrative that had been created as if it was a personal gain. 

While Eddie pretended to clean, he paid attention to what they all talked about. It was an old habit he picked up a while ago, needing to know what they thought of the campaign. He paid close attention to what the young ones were talking about. 

“Wait, Steve’s not coming to pick us up?” Mike winned as he threw his backpack on. 

“Yeah, no, him and Robin are stuck at Family Video.” Dustin recited, by the tone of his voice it wasn’t the first time he said so. 

“It’s okay” Will added, looking straight into Mike’s eyes. “My sister is supposed to be studying, mom told me to pick me up. I’ll call her, I’ll tell her to drive you guys.” 

“10 bucks says she’s sleeping” Lucas whispered into Dustin’s ear, he looked back and quickly nodded, before Will could catch them. 

Eddie smiled to himself, and started gathering the papers he had hiding behind the screen. He had a system, in a way. 

“Shuffeling everything into the bag isn’t how you organise things” Dustin spoke carefully around him, expecting the shove Eddie playfully gave him. 

“Shitehead.” Eddie added before rustling his hair. He’d never admit it out loud, but seeing Dustin’s hair get longer and curlier filled him with a sense of joy, as if he was being seen for once, and not just tolerated. “You know, I could’ve driven you kids home.” 

“Sure, local freak drives kids in his van, that’ll work” Dustin sarcastically commented as he lifted his eyebrows, embracing Eddie’s hand on his chest with a chuckle. It wasn’t a warning, but a demonstration of appreciation. They both knew, they both understood. 

“How else am I gonna kidnap you?” Eddie added to the ongoing joke, smiling deeply once he heard Dustin’s chuckle. 

“It’s alright, Mrs.Byers is a bit paranoid about Will getting back home anyway.” With a scrunch of his shoulders, he started helping Eddie. 

They stayed quiet, talking about the campaign here and there. Eddie enjoyed that closeness, and the feeling that he mattered. 

As always, they all walked outside together, closing each door carefully. With each step, the coldness was more noticeable, that icy smell that fills the lounges in that spiky specific way. 

Thankfully for you, the car shields you from that cold. 

The soft buzzing of the motor dozes you off, you let your head rest against the window. For a few seconds, you enjoy the quiet. You let yourself close your eyes. You let yourself not think for a second. 

The loud closing sound of the metal door startles you. 

Will smiles at you, waving his hand eagerly from side to side. You can’t help but beam at the image of him. The amount of love you have for your brother couldn’t even be measured if you tried. You catch Dustin digging into his pocket just before slapping Luca’s hand. 

You let yourself out of the car, eager to help Will and his friend puzzle in their backpacks onto your trunk. 

Eddie’s lips curled upwards. As soon as he saw your hair moving, he recognised you. The mysterious musician had a name, a family, was real. 

He hadn’t imagined it. 

With the light of your car hitting your figure from the back and the soft mist that was starting to fall, Eddie thought he was in the making of a movie scene. 

He needed to know more about you. 

-

“You should go out more.” Robin teased again, her feet high on the table. 

“I do go out.” You mumble out, getting a fistful of sweets and nit picking the ones you actually like. “I went out to pick you up.” 

“I meant like, parties and stuff...” She let out, quickly and softly. Sometimes it was hard to understand her words. 

“You want to go on parties?” You spun around, your eyes now looking straight into her. 

“Not a lot, just…some.” 

“Who’s the girl?” You immediately asked, shoving your foot into her leg. You rested your head on the back of your sofa, looking at her as you waited for her to stop being embarrassed. 

“Vicky…” She whispers, her cheeks flushed, her freckles almost disappearing. 

“You look like a strawberry. Cute.” Robin chuckled as she returned the shove you had just given her. “Yeah, we can go out, wherever she is.” 

“As if you need more excuses to distract yourself.” Steve’s voice erupted as the door opened. You rolled your eyes as you shook your head. 

“You’re starting to sound like my mother.” 

“You’re starting to stand like her too.” Dustin added, slightly pointing at the way Steve’s hands were on his hips. 

“You already have kids, like her.” Robin joked further. Breaking Steve’s concentrated face with a small smile. 

“Well, Mrs.Byers is an excellent mother, and so am I… it appears.” Steve threw the hard VHS tape onto your lap as you grunted. 

Dustin walked around the sofa, plummeting himself on your side as he left the pizza boxes on top of your table. 

“How come you’re not at Luca’s game?” You chirped, taking his cap off so you could rustle his hair out of his eyes. 

“Rude.” He said before snatching the cap out of your hands. “I didn’t feel like third wheeling.” 

“Will went.” 

“Exactly.” 

“I don’t get it.” You added going back to inspecting the tape. 

“Is Jonathan coming?” Robin spoke after a short chuckle, her eyes shifting from you to Steve. 

“Nah, he’s at the game with Nancy, she asked him to get some pictures for the Highschool paper thingy” You replied, before looking back at Dustin. “Is that what you meant?” Dustin just shook his head with that grin he seemed to have inherited from someone. 

“What are we watching exactly?” 

“Labyrinth, it says so on the tape.” Steve chirped as he plummeted to the once blue armchair. “You're so far behind you’ve forgotten how to read?” 

“Dingus.” You recited in Robin’s tone. “What’s it about.” 

“You’ll like it, Bowie’s in it.” Robin shuffled her leg so she could hit yours. 

“Does he sing in it?” The light came back in your voice. Everytime music was involved in something, your voice seemed to do that. It got higher in tone, fuller on every syllable. 

“That he does.” Robin chirped as she swiped the tape away from your hands, squatting in front of the T.V so the movie could start soon. 

-

It went by smoothly. 

Though you bolted to your room as soon as the movie ended, picking up the broken guitar you had found in Hopper’s garage. It was missing one of the strings, and you could never get it on tune. It was perfect, even if it sounded off. 

They knew the deal, you needed to figure out the musicality of every song you liked, and as soon as they saw you counting with your fingers when Bowie sang along the goblins. 

You found your way back into the sofa, under the watchful eyes of your friends, you started strumming the strings as you mumbled the notes you remembered. Without uttering a word, Steve rewinded the tape until the scene started again and threw the remote at you. You nodded as a way to say thank you. 

The door opened, Will found his way next to you. 

“Jonathan’s staying over.” Will muttered as soon as he sat next to you. 

“Lucky him” You joked with your younger brother as he shuffled closer to you. 

“What are we working on?” The question came out of his lips naturally, having asked it a million times. 

“Bowie.” 

“Your favourite.” 

“Only because you like him so much” He giggled as he observed you closely. It had become one of his favourite activities. 

Whilst they pretended to clean, Dustin was planning one of his schemes. 

He recognised that look. That driven, obsessed, head over heels look for one thing. Music. 

Steve also recognised Dustin’s look. He quickly gave him a shove. 

“What are you scheming?” Steve’s accusatory tone made Robin turn around, her eyes swifting from you to Dustin. 

“They’d be perfect, no?” 

“Who?” Steve and Robin asked in unison. 

“Her. With Eddie.” Dustin stated as if it had been a universal truth wrongfully ignored. 

A silence fell between the three of them. 

All three heads thinking different scenarios, situations of the could be met up, how it would work. What could happen. 

“She’d be too blunt.” Robin shushed, covering her mouth as she spoke. Afraid that she might be wrong. 

“And he wouldn’t?” Steve shrugged, his hand leaving his hip to play with his hair. A nervous tick he had when he tried to assess a situation. 

“He might get into a speech she’s not interested in.” Robin concluded, sharing Steve’s point of view. 

“Or, perhaps. They both speak the same language.” Dustin pointed out, his eyebrows raising slightly. 

As soon as their eyes looked back at you, and saw you hunched over the guitar, they all could swear the same thing. It was like seeing double for just a second. 

It was only made more evident by the little celebration you shared with Will, as soon as you got the chorus riff right on that out of tune guitar.

-

Eddie’s mind seemed to be elsewhere. 

Wayne had caught on quickly, by the way he took off his shoes when he arrived home, late as ever. Instead of them being thrown into a corner of the hall, one pointing west and the other east, they were both neatly gathered by the side of the door. The way someone who was deep in thought and wanted to pretend to be perfectly fine would take them off. 

Wayne said nothing. 

He just checked, as he always did in those early hours of dawn when he came back home, that his godson was resting inside his room. Nestled inside a cocoon of covers and blankets. His hair everywhere, covering his face. Wayne always made sure to open a window, letting the soft air flow through the closed room, allowing the sun rays to wake Eddie up in a few minutes. 

Usually, that’s how he woke up. This time around, he simply closed his eyes tighter as soon as he heard Wayne’s footsteps, pretending to still be asleep. Opening them as soon as the door was closed once again. 

Everytime his eyes closed, that image of you playing the piano, softly counting the rhythm with your head nods would appear. If not that one, his more recent one would invade his thoughts. You really had looked like an angel when the light of your car hit you from the back. Your arms opened so you could hug your brother. 

Eddie wondered. He wondered while he was making an extra pot of coffee for Wayne, he wondered while he was getting changed, he wondered while he ate his buttered toast with some leftover jam, he wondered while he was brushing his teeth, he wondered while he was gathering his things before leaving, he even wondered has he was driving. 

What would your voice sound like? Were you as soft as you seemed? What did your hair smell like? Was it vainilla or coconut? Where did you discover that song? What other songs could you play? How long did it take you to learn a new one? Where did you find the sheet music for it? Was it all in your head? If so, could you teach him how to do that? He saw you playing guitar, how old where you when you started playing? Had you both been playing for the same amount of time? What flavour are your lips? Is your skin soft to the touch? WOuld you allow him to find out? 

He couldn’t stop. 

It was driving him insane. 

He was so deep in thought, he thought he was imagining things. 

It took him longer than he would like to admit, realising that you were actually speaking with Robin, and that you had dropped off Will and Dustin in the span of five minutes. All happening a few feet from where he was. 

You smiled. 

You smiled and the world stopped. 

It wasn’t at him, but he didn’t care. He saw you smile and laugh with Robin, before heading somewhere he couldn’t follow you to. The crowd had engulfed you. Just as quickly as he spotted you, he had lost you. 

Fuck, not again. 

It was torture. 

Before he was conscient of what he was doing he found himself between Dustin and Robin, both of them looking at him astonished. 

“Good morning?” Robin asked with a puzzled look on her face. 

Eddie’s eyes were still searching for you, someplace, anywhere. 

“Yeah, yeah” Eddie shushed, switching his gaze back on his friends. “Who was that, exactly?” He needed to get to the point, anything, something. 

“Who?” Dustin's voice sounded ironic, expecting a laugh from Robin that came out in a muttered chuckle. 

“She came to pick you guys up, she was laughing with Robin just a second ago?” He was starting to lose it, not wanting to tell on himself. He was over-animated, focused, driven by a mystery he needed to solve. 

The only thing they could do was laugh. Not at him, but at the conversation they had last night, and just how right -once again- Dustin had been. 

“Girl Byers?” Robin chuckled, playing with her hair to avoid looking intimidating. Eddie was close enough to her to understand, this teasing was part of her way of caring. 

“What about my sister?” Will chirped, as they all started walking to their classes. 

“Since when do you have a sister?” Eddie grunted with confusion, his eyebrows raised as the words left his mouth. 

“Since I was born…?” Will answered with clear sarcasm in his tone. He felt a small shuffle in his shoulder from Robin. 

“Fuck off.” 

“Why so many questions, Munson?” Robin inquired, standing still in the hall, before parting for her class. 

“She appeared out of thin air, I’m worried she might be part fae” The way Eddie lied was hypnotic, he always found a way to divert people, to create an environment where the line between what was true and what was a lie was blurred. But this time, Dustin caught the lie. It was his eyes, they were a bit too open, a bit too alert. 

“She could be a bard, she hasn’t let go of that beat up guitar lately” Will commented absentmindedly. 

Beat up? The guitar in the music room was old, but not beat up. The mystery got wider in Eddie’s mind. 

“Who’d thought? She failed the same classes… like a hundred times.” Dustin added fuel to the fire, his right hand under his chin. 

Eddie went quiet, he just wanted to listen, to gather information. To know what to do, what to say if he runs into you again. 

“I think that has more to do with Lonnie…” Will go shy at the end of his sentence, as if speaking his name brought only misfortune. 

“Lonnie? Who’s that?” Eddie couldn’t help but let the words out with one breath. He regretted it immediately, seeing how Will went blank in that same instant. 

“His dad, total douchebag.” Lucas finally spoke out, appearing behind them just at the right moment. 

“She had to go away, some legal stuff with my mom… But she has finally come back, so she’s finishing the classes she needs to” Will felt like he was monologuing now, and too many eyes were on him. He got nervous, he started to press his fingernails against the inside of his fingers and his palm, right where he could feel it most. Eddie noticed, he always notices. 

“I don’t wanna break the moment, but we’re gonna be super late to Mr.Clark’s so…” Lucas rushed, pushing Will and Dustin out of the way. 

They left laughing, as they usually did. 

Dustin mouthed an I told you to Robin, which made her think of the perfect excuse. 

“Look, we’ve agreed to go out to the Robinson’s this Friday, come by, she’ll be there.” Robin tried to sound non-chalant, but Eddie could tell how the prospect made her happy and excited. He just nodded, before heading off to a different class. “Munson!” 

“I’ll think about it, Buckley!”

-

He had done nothing but think about it. 

But you were oblivious to it all. 

You were dancing, closer to the corner of the room where the record player was, closely eyeing Steve’s failed attempts to get a couple of new numbers. 

You listened closely, the honeyed words he let out, choosing what he said, when to ruffle his hair, when to laugh and when to stare. It was mesmerizing, seeing him try this hard. It was equally funny to comment with him after they left. 

You heard as Steve asked for her number, and were actually shocked once she gave it to him. A crumpled up piece of paper with watery black ink. 

She left, looking back with a soft smile, while Steve very deliberately ruffled his hair.

“Yeah, she’s not the one.” You whispered as you bumped his chest with the side of your head. He threw his arm on top of your head before holding it tightly, a half embrace you were used to by now. 

“Absolutely not.” Steve whispered back in your ear, his true smile now on his lips. “But she’ll be a fun ride.” 

“Ride?” You questioned looking back and forth from him to the girl that had now a frown on her face as soon as she saw him close to you. You shook your head in an attempt to reassure her, somehow. “I doubt she can give you a piggyback ride.” 

“Only if I’m lucky.” He winked at you, making you realise what he meant, earning a well deserved slap on his chest. 

“Gross” 

You both laughed, he twirled you around before starting to look around the room once again. 

You tried endlessly to change his opinion, you reminded him how maybe, just maybe, if you started going out on other towns, maybe even into the city, he’d see more beautiful girls. He half joked about it, how he would start his second round soon, how you might be right. 

You looked at your empty cup, and he just nodded. You found your way to the kitchen aisle. 

You felt a stare somewhere you couldn’t quite place.

Eddie was frozen in place. You were right there, looking for a bottle opener, mouthing a never stopping river of “sorry” to every single person that bumped into you. He thought he had his opening then, his old, beat-up keychain that functions as one could be the answer. 

He remained astonished by you once again, as he watched carefully how you positioned the bottle diagonally against the table, the cap gracing the corner, and with a sharp strike against the edge of the wooden surface the red bottle cap was now on the floor. 

He grew more intrigued by you. 

He stayed where he was, thinking how to introduce himself. 

But you were too busy making eye contact with a very nervous Robin. Who came to you dancing anxiously, her eyes trying to find something or someone. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked as soon as she was now in close distance with you. 

“Nothing, I just…” 

“Is it V?” Your eyebrows raised with concern, not wanting your friend to feel any pain. 

“No, she’s actually really nice. I just, too many people all of a sudden. Steve?” She demanded after she spun her head around once more. 

“I think he’s hitting on Linda, but we can go find him, do you want to find him?” You were frenetically speaking now. 

“No, no. It’s okay. Just, some quiet? Then we’ll come back?” She was begging. You nodded, holding your hand out. 

You knew she needed you right now. You were also not sure what exactly to do, besides being right next to her. That same feeling of someone staring at you persisted. 

Eddie broke the distance, he followed you both out. 

The paleness on Robin’s face made him forget about his feelings for a second, concern clear in his eyes. 

“Robs? You okay?” She shook her head. That’s all he needed. 

He made way, bumping first into people so you both could have an easier time walking behind him, finding a way outside, where it was quiet, and cold enough to shock your lungs. 

He took Robin’s hand out from yours, quickly nodding at you. 

You starred back. 

You watched as he took both of her hands and made her sit on the floor. You listened as he asked if she wanted to lie down for a second, at how he laughed with her when she admitted the cold felt nice on her skin. How he counted for her, Eddie asked gently “Can you breathe with me?” and then just counted to six, then to four, then to eight.

“Wizard” Robin whispered with her hand on her chest. 

“I have my moments” He continued the joke, his eyes shifting to you for a second. You with the light hitting you from the back, making you look angelic once again. “You want to come join us, angel?” 

You chuckled. The world stopped. 

You laid down next to him. 

“I’m-” 

“My brother won’t shut up about you.” 

He smiled. He enjoyed the knowledge that that phrase gave him. If Will didn’t shut up, maybe you have been as consumed by the image of him as he had been by yours. He let the moment breathe. For once in his life, he was thankful the music wasn’t loud and clear, but distant and soft. The perfect environment for him to enjoy the coldness of the ground, the sparkled black sky and your short breaths. 

He rejoiced in the silence for once, careful of the way he was breaking it. “All bad things I hope”

 He couldn’t stop grinning. 

He kept switching from the star filled black sky to your eyes. 

Somehow your eyes shone brighter. 

“Mmmh, stalking’s bad enough.” You muttered, looking back into his eyes. 

“Stalking?” Robin chirped, incorporating herself, slowly. 

“You’re back!” You celebrated, your voice a tad eager to hear hers. Eddie whipped his head fastly, from your starfilled complexion to her short-haired friend. 

stalking’s bad enough kept repeating inside his mind. Have you been aware? All of this time, you knew he was looking out for you? In every corner? In every assembly? In every possible place you might appear again? Did you notice him too in the music room? If so, why hadn’t you said anything? Why did you choose to keep playing as if he had been a ghost? 

He was the one spiraling now. 

But as soon as he looked back at you, and your dumbfounded smile he couldn’t help but grin at himself. You radiated light. Comfort. Goodness. 

How could he be inside his head doubting anything when you were there? 

“Can we find Steve?” Robin’s words were polite, careful and with a hint of shame you couldn’t quite place. You just nodded, holding her hand again in a reassuring gesture. 

“Of course.” You quickly glanced back at Eddie. The tall curly haired guy intrigued you in more ways you could rationalise in that instant. “Coming?” 

“Gladly.” 

You let them talk. Will has told you how Eddie talks, he starts with a miniscule thing, something nobody notices, and goes on and on and on. You were enjoying him, and his voice. Especially his voice, and the way it envelops you. It’s not too harsh and it’s not too slow either, it has a perfect tempo and colour. Then again, you remember the begging your younger brother had done for you to drive them to a musty bar because he was singing. You assumed he’d be off tune, sang too fast, screamed too much. 

But you doubted yourself now. 

His voice was fit for the most beautiful notes.

Even as he spoke it already sounded like a song.

You couldn’t help but smile quietly to yourself. 

As soon as Robin found Steve she ran at his arm, begging for an ear that’d understand the way she was feeling. Unrequired love wasn’t new to him, and right now, even if Robin trusted the both of you deeply, he needed his friend. 

You nodded, with your usual smile. You understood. 

Eddie took advantage of the moment, trying to answer his previous questions. 

“Hey, what did you mean before?” 

“What’re you talking about?” You asked as you found your way back to the cold beers. 

“Stalking?” He reminded you, his head tilted ever so slightly to the right, a bit lower than before. 

“Well, you did.” The honestly fell out of you. Eddie tried hard not to grin at the way he was once again enamored by the way you chose to open the beer bottle. “The door was wide open, you know?” 

“You saw me?” 

“Of course I did Munson, you’re kind of hard not to notice.” 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He genuinely could not understand what went into your head. He needed to know exactly what you thought. 

“I was busy.” 

“You were playing piano.” His eyes opened a bit wider, closing the distance between the both of you a bit more. If you asked it was because the music was a bit too loud, but deep down you already knew it was something more. 

“Yeah. I was busy.” 

“It’s piano.” He added, reaching for a beer, his arm softly gracing yours. 

“It was Zeppelin.” You clarified. “And it’s hard to come up with the arrangements.” 

“You’re lying.” He challenged with a grin that made you bite your lower lip for a second too long.

“Why would I be lying?” Your pitch was higher, trying to not sound as offended as you might become. 

“There’s no way you just came up with the arrangements for tangerine” He mocked, choosing not to believe you. 

You slapped his chest in a playful manner. Electricity. Warmth. A need for more. 

“I had to. I wanted to understand how they wrote it.” You defended yourself, taking a big swig from the cold bottle. 

“Do you do this for every song?” Eddie’s voice was as hypnotising as he had become with you. He could listen to you talk for a very long time, he decided. 

“Only the good ones.” 

The sparkling on your eyes came back the moment they made eye contact with him. The grin on his face didn’t leave for the rest of the night. 

-

Time moved fast. 

It had to be because of him. And the fast paced conversation. 

You were trying to make him realise that Fleetwood Mac has some of the most impressive canonical arrangements you had ever heard. He was trying to get you to admit that Metallica was a smidge better in that category. 

 It was a beautiful back and forth that only made sense to both of you. 

You eventually found your way back outside, with a couple more stolen beers for you. The sharp cold felt good in contrast to your flashing cheeks. The tip of your nose was just as rosy as they were, Eddie became lost with your complexion. He realised he could memorise every inch of your face if he only had the time. 

You were intoxicating. 

Meanwhile, Eddie made you have that feeling, right before you jump into the abyss. The same feeling you had when you were little and were getting into a rollercoaster, that grasping for the unknown. The curiosity and the need to know more. 

You could drown in him. 

It took both of you a while but after the distant music stopped, you realised you were the last ones standing. 

You shared a quick glance before bursting with laughter. It filled your chest and ignited your skin at the same time, the sound of his laughter. 

“I should start walking then” You finally let out, your eyes lost in the short space that separated both of your hands on the grass, a whisper away from each other. 

It surprised you how badly you wanted them to touch. 

“Walking?” Eddie flinched, his eyebrows raising while his head tilted towards yours. 

“Yeah. Steve’s gone.” You nodded at the empty space left from Steve’s beeper. 

“So?” 

“I’m not gonna bother Jonathan. He’s probably getting it on with Nance…And my mom needs some rest so…” You slurred your words on some short occasions. People wouldn’t notice, but he did. You were also smiling a bit wider than before. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was because everything seemed out of focus but Eddie and his smile. 

That damn smile. 

You heard the rattle of keys in Eddie's pocket before he started speaking. “As If I’m gonna let you walk all that way.” He stood up before continuing. “Come” His hand reached out for you to hold. 

You didn’t expect it to be as soft. There was a roughness in some places if you had any doubts before, now you knew he worked with his hands. But the back of his hand, where your fingers rested, was softer than promised. You couldn’t help but draw circles on it, sending warmth through both of your bodies.

You didn’t have to talk.

“You don’t have to, y’know?” You pointed out as you reached his van. Your free hand resting in the door handle. 

You both felt comfortable.

You both enjoyed this feeling.

You both felt somehow more complete now that your hands knew one another.

“I know. I want to.” He responded with three quick squeezes to your hand. 

You were left with a shy smile on your lips while he circled the van to climb on the driver seat. 

It was a comfortable kind of silence, the one that formed between the both of you while he drove. He stopped drinking long ago, in hopes of this moment occurring. The perfect excuse to drive you home, to make sure you were safe. He turned down the usual loud music just so you could keep talking, if you wanted to. 

He gladly listened when you told him which way to go. It made his heart skip a beat, knowing that you lived as close to the forest as you did. That you were a short walk away from him. 

Once the car stopped, you moved your whole body to face him. 

There was a quiet understanding between the both of you, words were unnecessary for once. Your eyes couldn’t, wouldn’t leave his lips, and the way they curved upwards. His eyes couldn’t stop staring at the way yours glowed with hope. He also wondered what your kiss would taste like. 

“I should…” You started muttering as your hand reached for the door handle. 

“I uh…” Eddie talked at the same time as you did, causing both of you to chuckle. His hands held yours one more time. “I would, I want to kiss you.” 

He declared avoiding your eyes. 

Your smile was wider than ever before. You secretly wanted those words to leave his mouth, hearing them was the closest thing you could get to heaven on earth. It gave you away before you could formulate the right words. 

“You can” You admitted, your voice soft. 

Eddie shook his head, bringing your hand to his lips. Leaving a warm kiss on the back of it. That need, that electricity grew stronger. 

“Thank fuck.” He giggled, before leaving another one on the same spot. “But I'd rather do it when you’re not drunk.” 

You nodded, your fingers drawing circles once again on the back of his hand. A soft gesture that let him know how much that short gesture meant to you. 

“When will you kiss me?” You begged, your voice barely above a whisper. 

Fuck. You were going to make him lose his mind. 

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow?” He answered, his words melting as he did so. 

“Please” You begged once again, finally opening the door. 

Eddie watched carefully waiting for you to reach the wooden door. You waved goodbye with a shy smile, pushing your hair behind your ear in a nervous tick. 

You waited for the van to leave and headed to your bedroom, with the excitement of a newly made promise; unbreakable and undeniable. 

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“Alright people pay attention, I’ll be letting fate decide your partners for this project.” Ms. O’Donnell drones as she passes by each student to collect their name in her paper bag “so I don’t want to hear any complaints, and NO switching!”

You quickly scrawl your name on the ripped piece of notebook paper and drop it into the bag as Ms. O’Donnell passed your desk. God, you hoped you’d be paired with someone half decent. You looked around the room and caught your fellow cheerleader, Chrissy’s, eye. She crosses her fingers and raises her head up to the heavens in a dramatic plea, making you both quietly giggle.

“Okay, lets see who our first pair-” but before the teacher could finish, the door violently swung open and hit the wall with a BANG. Eddie Munson casually strolls in, as if he’s not 20 minutes late and hadn’t just given everyone a heart attack. You ducked your head and smiled down at your notebook as you doodled in the margins. Class was always a bit more...interesting when Eddie decided to show. Although you had never once talked to him (lets face it, you being a cheerleader and Munson being a...well...a freak meant your paths never crossed much), you couldn’t help but be fascinated by him. His effortless confidence, that mess of hair, and don’t even get you started on the rings. You had caught yourself daydreaming about trying on each one on several occasions.

“Well, Mr. Munson how nice of you to join us today.” the teacher stated dryly. “Will you be staying, or is this just a social visit?”

“Ah, Misses O, you know I can never stay away from you for long” Eddie retorts as he slides into his desk a couple rows over from you, his brilliant and devilish smile spreading ear-to-ear.

Flustered and turning redder by the second, Ms. O’Donnell squeezes the paper bag in her hands as she approaches the insolent young man.  “If you could be so kind as to put your name in the bag, I’m sure everyone is praying to be your partner Mr. Munson” she says as she reluctantly holds the bag out. Eddie drops his scrap piece of paper in and gives the teacher a cheeky wink. You feel your own cheeks start to burn.

“Now... lets get this over with shall we?” The teacher shakes the bag, plunges her hand in and retrieves the first name. “Y/L/N annnnddd....” she repeats the process. Your heart is doing back flips as she adjusts her old fashioned frames to read the handwriting before letting out a snort. “Ha! Munson!” the entire class snickers with her. “Well, good luck to you Miss Y/L/N”

Your heart stopped doing back flips in exchange for hitting a brick wall at 90mph. Me and Eddie? Together??? You chanced a glance over at your very unlikely partner, but he was already eyeing you up and down. Slouched over his desk, his head resting on his hand he gave you a lazy nod and a quick wink. You could only muster a meek smile in return, but his black eyes had you paralyzed. You got the feeling he could read every thought you had ever had. Overwhelmed, you break away first to look over at Chrissy for some relief. All she could offer was a disappointed and perplexed shrug.

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The rest of the class flew by in a blur, and you hadn’t even realized the bell had rung until someone rattled the desk in front of you .

“Heyyy partner” Eddie hopped up onto the desk and sat backwards to face you, spreading his legs out as much as the little plastic seat below would let him. He rested his elbows on his knees and laced his ring-clad fingers together. Huh, you had never been this close to him. Seemed a real shame that you were only just now realizing how big his hands were. And your mind couldn’t help but slip again... I wonder what they would feel- Hey! Stop that. You scolded yourself.

“Sooo I figured we’d just get this thing out of the way tonight. I did the same project last year” he stole a quick glance your way to see if you’d make a remark on his more than tardy graduation, “and its pretty simple.”

Honestly, his eagerness caught you off guard. You assumed you’d have to hunt him down to work on this, or that you’d do the whole thing yourself and just put his name on it at the end. And was that a touch of self consciousness in his voice at the mention of his repeating senior year?? Maybe he wasn’t so big and bad as everyone thought. It was then you made a silent oath to personally tutor him until he had a god damn A in every subject. If he’d let you, of course.

Lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t answer right away which Eddie took as your utter disgust. He raises his head and looks past you at the back wall “Look, if you don’t wanna work with me, princess, then fine. I’ll fuck off right now, just say the word. Okay?”

His shift in tone made you blink a few times. Princess? Huh. I could get used to that. You realized you still hadn’t made a peep and you scrambled for the right words before he could make the decision for you. “Oh! N-no, sorry I- I have a hard time focusing sometimes...um I’m really excited to work with you. Honestly!” and as dorky as that must have sounded, you tried to sweeten the load by punctuating it with a genuine, friendly smile.

Eddie knits his brows together and side eyes you, his look heavy with suspicion, before slowly returning your smile with his own dazzling one. “Alright!” he claps his hands and rubs them together, the SMACK making you jump a little.

“Should I pick you up after school?”

You begin to nod, almost too enthusiastically, until you remember something. “Oh...wait...I have practice after school” you say deflated. Eddie gives an amused huff and looks you up and down in your uniform. “Ohh right... you gotta do that...thing” and he waves his limp arms and pretends to jostle invisible pompoms in the air. The sight of Eddie Munson trying to cheer was ridiculous enough to make you genuinely laugh. Eddie’s eyes sparkle in the glory.

He lets his arms fall back to his knees and he begins fiddling with his rings. “Thats cool, no worries. I’ll just grab you from practice.”

You feel your eyes bulge and you pray your cheeks are not as red as they feel right now “Really? You don’t mind waiting for me?”

The look on Eddie’s face shifts from friendly to down right wicked. He looks you dead in the eye “Eh, what can I say? I have a soft spot for cheerleaders.”

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To put it mildly, you were a catastrophe during practice. Total fucking klutz. You had toppled over the human pyramid, accidentally smacked Debbie in the face with one of your pompoms, and you just tripped Chrissy mid-cartwheel. Coach nearly turned purple blowing into his whistle “That’s it, hit the bleachers Y/L/N!”

But, who could really blame you? After all, you had a study date with Eddie Fucking Munson in less than an hour. Not that it was actually a date date, but still. “I have a soft spot for cheerleaders” his words were doing their own cartwheel in your head. Had he been flirting with you? No, he’s gotta be like that with everyone, right?

Before your own thoughts could tease you much longer, there was a sudden metal clanging coming your way. Eddie had hopped up onto the aluminum bleachers and was already sprawled out on the bench just above yours. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him. Your not-so-shining knight in armor, come to your rescue. Without saying a word, Eddie took out a cigarette, placed it between his red lips and lit the end before offering it to you. The gesture shouldn’t have been as chivalrous as it was, but you politely declined. Eddie shrugs before putting the cigarette back to his lips “Suit yourself.” He takes a long drag and holds a second before letting a puff of white smoke gracefully drift from his mouth. You didn’t think it possible to be jealous of a cigarette and yet...

“So, how’d it go, tiger?” Eddie sits up and slightly leans forward so he’s closer to you. “Well, I’m not sure how many practices you’ve been to, but sitting out on the bleachers typically means it didn’t go so good” you tease him. Eddie’s eyes bulge in fake shock and he speaks with the cigarette dangling dangerously from the corner of his mouth “What!? I thought only the BEST cheerleaders got to sit out!? You gotta be shittin’ me!” His dramatics were making you giggle uncontrollably. “This is an outrage. This is BULLSHIT. You know what? I’m not gonna stand for this.” and with that Eddie shoots up and cups his hands around his mouth “COACH! HEY COA-” but you wrap your hands around his arm and yank him back down to his seat. Both of you bursting into a fit of giggles.

In between laughs you manage to lightheartedly scold your protector “Eddie are you CRAZY!? You trying to get me kicked off the team!?” your laughter starts to subside as you both try to catch your breath. The sun was just starting to set, casting an orange halo around Eddie. His hair, frizzy in the unseasonable heat, looked like it was on fire. The light was hitting his eyes just enough so you could see they weren’t pitch black after all, but really a very rich and decadent chocolate brown. Like the opening credits of Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory. You both realized at the same time that you still had your hands wrapped around his forearm. Your fingers gently pressing into his bat tattoo.

“Oh, sorry!” you quickly release him with a self conscious chuckle. Not knowing what to do with your hands or where to look, you duck your head and tuck a strand of hair behind one ear. Eddie takes you in, not quite believing these circumstances himself. Here he was, sitting next to one of the queen bees of Hawkins High, playing around like you’d known each other for years. He had an urge to reach out and tuck another strand of hair behind your ear, but instead he clears his throat and stubs out the remainder of his cigarette on the seat. “So, uh, shall we?” Eddie gestures with his head to the parking lot where you see his behemoth of a van. Here goes nothin’.

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Eddie, ever the gentleman, opens the passenger door of his van for you and offers his elbow for support as you crawl in. There’s discarded food wrappers and beer cans littering the floor, as well as some forgotten cassette tapes. But overall, not so bad for a boy’s car.

“So, uhm, are we going to yours or mine?” you ask delicately as Eddie straps himself into the driver’s seat. You suddenly have a desperate need to know what Eddie’s room looks like. What color are his sheets? Does he have any posters on his wall? Is it messier than his car? Eddie lets out a breathy chuckle “ha, well my place is kind of a shit hole, so....”. Its not that he didn’t want her to come to his place, in fact he really, really wanted her to come to his place.That was the problem. His mind wandered to the bright blue box of trojans he knew he kept on his bedside table. He figured he’d have to be on his best behavior if they went anywhere other than his trailer.

“My place it is then!” you say, a tad bit disappointed you wouldn’t see his lair... at least not today. “Oh, but my mom is holding her bridge club tonight, so we may have to be kinda quiet” you cringe at your own words. He must think I’m so lame.

Eddie raises his eyebrows at you as he turns on the ignition. “You suggesting we might get up to something louder than school work, Y/L/N?” he teases you. Your brain cells implode. “No! No I just-I meant- oh for fuck sakes just drive, Munson.” you slam back into your seat with a huff, crossing your arms against your chest, trying to hide your smile and blatant blush. Eddie gives one hardy laugh “Eeeasy with the language there, Miss America! Your wish is my command.” And with that, you’re speeding out of the Hawkins High parking lot with Eddie “The Freak” Munson.

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 “Mom! I brought a friend home!” you shout into the house as you enter. You hold the door open for Eddie thinking he’s right behind you, but when he doesn’t enter right away you look back. Poor boy, he’s wiping his shoes feverishly on the welcome mat, making sure he doesn’t track in so much as a speck of dust.

Your heart bleeds for him, and you gently grab his leather-clad arm (he had insisted on putting his jacket on in the car so that your mom wouldn’t see his tattoos) to pull him inside. “Come on, don’t be shy!” you whisper to him sarcastically. “Ha, yeah easy for you to say Miss Pretty in Pink.” he whispered back nervously as he swiped at your ponytail to prove his point.

“Have you even seen that movie?” you laugh as you face him to pull him further into the small foyer by his forearms. His hands grab your elbows, his fingers curving up to hold you still. He digs his heels into the carpet, not letting you pull him a single millimeter more. A punishment for your jab at his movie knowledge. You struggle just a few seconds longer to pull him forwards, but you soon give up. You lock eyes, and just smile at each other in the silence. He knew he had you trapped, and you were more than content with your predicament.

“Sorry, honey, I couldn’t hear you from the den- oh!” your mom rounds the corner, finding you quickly releasing the arms of a young man who looked like he just finished his opening set for KISS. Even though the foyer was small, you two were still standing sinfully close to one another.

“Oh, excuse me, I didn’t realize you had...company, dear. Who is your...” she eyed the boy up and down, from his frizzy hair to the tips of his scuffed white reebocks, before continuing “...friend here?”

You think you may be busted big time before you spot the glass in your mom’s hand. Thank God for Mrs. Smith’s margaritas, it wouldn’t be bridge night without ‘em! Judging by her looks, you’d say this was her second glass...maybe her third.

Before you can speak, Eddie was already jumping into action. “Good evening, Mrs. Y/L/N, I’m Edward Munson.” he had stepped out to stand in between you and your mom and was shaking her hand with genuine glee. Wait, did he just say Edward??

“Y/N and I were paired up for a project, and we thought we’d get a head start on it. It’s so lovely to meet you, your daughter is a real gem.” he leans in a little closer to her “I can see where she gets it from now” he shines that breathtaking smile of his.

Given the 2-3 margaritas and the incredibly charming young man before her, your mom was basically a goner. She unfurls her lips into an overly welcoming smile “Ohhh well, Edward, its a pleasure to meet you! I’m afraid you’ve caught me a bad time,” she raises her glass as proof “this is my ladies bridge night. Otherwise I would show you around the house, you must forgive me!” your mom swiftly taps Eddie in the center of his chest with her perfectly manicured pointer finger. You think your jaw must be broken given the velocity at which it drops. Please don’t tell me my own mother is FLIRTING with my boyfr- I mean school partner!?

“No worries at all Mrs. Y/L/N, you won’t even know we’re here, I promise.” Eddie crosses his hand over his heart, and you swear you see him bat his fawn-like eyelashes at the older woman. “You know...” Eddie crosses his arms over his chest and you see a devilish grin spread across his face. Oh God, this can’t be good. “I run a little club of my own, you and Y/N should really come and see it sometime.”

Okay! Thats enough! “Hey mom, I think I heard Mrs. Smith call you. We should probably get started on the project anyway, right Edward?” you poke him roughly in the back. He jolts and lets out a little groan, but continues to smile dashingly at your mom.

“Alright sweetie, well let me know if you need anything. And I mean anything, Edward don’t be stranger.” she pats him on the shoulder a few times before leaving to go back downstairs.

Eddie leans around the corner to make sure the coast is clear before looking back at you with a sly smile. You stared at him as if he had just landed from outer space. Eddie shrugs, “What? I’m good with moms.”

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You wouldn’t describe your room as overtly girly, but there were definitely some tell-tale signs. Like the raggedy pink and white stuffed bunny that sat guard on your pillow. You made a mad dash for the beloved childhood friend before Eddie could see it, but it was too late. He already had the poor little thing in his grasp.

“Ah haaa, and who do we have here?” Eddie takes the stuffed animal and boops your nose with it’s pink button one. Humiliated, you give in to his inquiry with a  heavy sigh “this is uh...Mrs. Butterworth” you don’t dare look at him as you mumble the last bit. His eyes go crazy wide and he stifles his laughter “I’m sorry, Mrs. Butterworth??” he teases you. “I liked pancakes and bunnies when I was two, give me a break!” you plead as you try to snatch the furry companion out of his hands, but he holds her high above your head.

“Hey, hey its impolite to grab” he puts his free hand on your shoulder to deter you from jumping for it. His thumb barely rubs the exposed skin, but its enough to make you fall into submission and you stand perfectly still. He notices the change, and smirks at you. “Good girl...now lets safely return Mrs. Butterworth to her home, hm?” and he gently places the bunny back on your pillow. He even fixes her slouched ears and gives her a little peck on the forehead. You didn’t know what was hotter, Eddie calling you a “good girl” or him respecting your belongings. Hmmm...definitely the “good girl” thing. 

“Soooo should we like, sit on the bed or the floor orrr...” Eddie was genuinely just trying to get through this without mauling this poor girl’s face off...or worse.

You had always done your homework in bed, never really needing a desk. You didn’t know at this moment whether that was a blessing or a curse. “Uhhh either one, doesn’t matter to me.” you shrug, desperately trying to pass off as super casual. You both stared at the bed for a second, the soft duvet, the silky sheets, the perfect headboard to hold onto for dear life as a certain someone fucks you through it...

“I think the floor would be bett-”

“How about the floor-?”

You both hastily talk over each other and then chuckle. Eddie scratches the back of his head, his Hellfire shirt hiking up juuust enough for a fraction of his happy trail to poke out. Jesus H. Christ, please give me the will power to make it through this night. Yours Eternally, Y/N

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You sat with your knees tucked underneath you and slightly to the side while Eddie opted for spreading his legs out, his one arm firmly planted behind him to stable himself.

You had both been quietly focused on your individual tasks for quite some time now, and honestly you felt proud of yourself for focusing on something that wasn’t Eddie for this long. You thought of another point to bring up in your project and went to pencil it down, but you didn’t grip it quite right and it fell to the hardwood floor. Clearly your pencil had a mind of its own, because it rolled straight into Eddie’s fingers.

You stared at his fingers spread flat across the floor, his rings practically hypnotizing you as they glittered in the warm yellow light of your bedroom. His veins crawled like ivy up his arm, reminding you of a long-forgotten Grecian statue. You were taking longer than excepted to retrieve your pencil, causing Eddie to look your way. He caught you mid-trance staring at his regular old hands, at least in his opinion. He picks up the pencil, tosses it into the air and catches it all in one smooth gesture before handing it out for you to take.

“Missing something?”he asked with a smug smile.

You’re still staring at his hands as you absentmindedly thank him and take your pencil. Your movement is very slow, and he watches you curiously. “You okay?” he asks with genuine concern.

“Hm? Oh!” just like Sleeping Beauty you awaken from your spell and shake your head. “I uhh, I was just looking at your rings. They’re really cool.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows and smiles wide, turning his body to face you better “Yeah?”

You nod enthusiastically and scooch a little closer to get a better look (any maybe just to be a little closer to him, too). “Yeah, I see you wear them all the time but I’ve never gotten to see them this close. I really like them.” Eddie holds the back of his hand up to his face and wiggles his fingers to inspect the rings himself. “I guess they are pretty sick, huh?” he jokes. He rolls his head to the side to look at you “Didn’t think you’d be into this kinda stuff...” his tone sounded like he was testing the waters for something else.

Picking up on his innuendo, you shrug and look up at him through thick lashes. “I’m into a lot of things...” Eddie’s heart spasms, as well as something much further down south. He chuckles and throws his head back, gazing up at the ceiling and biting his bottom lip. You can tell you made him blush, and he’s lucky you don’t break out into a cheer to celebrate. When he drops his head back down, he repositions himself so he sitting right in front you, feet still on the floor, knees bent up.

“Come here” he says, his eyes fixed on the task at hand which was removing his rings one by one. You slide a little closer so you’re in between his knees. You can feel the warmth of his legs and body radiating off of him. “Give me your hand” you do as he says without hesitation. He holds your wrist as he takes the first ring, a silver rectangle with a cross down the middle and a skull in each corner, and gently slips it down your pointer finger. The thing is huge and quickly falls to the underside of your finger. Eddie twists it back to the correct position and holds it there a second “this one I got at a uhhh garage sale... I think” he looks you in the eye as he explains, only looking away to put the next one on. The next is a silver pig’s head, he slips this one down your middle finger “ha...this one my uncle got for me. I think it was supposed to be a joke or something” he chuckles a little, making you do the same. The last one he treats with the most care as he slides it down your ring finger. Its’ a large, angry looking skull with sharp fangs. “Annnnd this one was my dad’s.” he doesn’t offer any more details than that, and you get the sense his dad is another topic for another day. He lets go of your wrist and raises his hands in the air as if to say “ta-da!”

You have to squeeze your fingers together tightly just to keep the rings upright. You rub over them with your other thumb, the cool silver feeling smooth against your skin. You can’t quite comprehend that you’re wearing Eddie’s rings, but you want to take in every detail, every chip, every worn edge, every contour. You’re never forgetting this.

“They suit you” Eddie is the first to break the silence. “Maybe I need to get one for you, unless you dig the oversized look” he jokes. “...They’re perfect...” you say without even really realizing what just came out of your mouth. Eddie blushes again, this time ducking his head and smiling at the ground, drumming the floorboards with his fingers.

He quickens the pace, ending with a crescendo of tapping. He groans and mutters “fuck” under his breath. He shakes his head and brings his hands up to rub his face. “What’s wrong?” you ask, elbowing the inside of his knee.

He drops his hands from his face and moves again so he’s sitting with his back against the side of your bed, leaving you crouched on your knees by yourself. He stares off “Nothing, nothing at all.” and chuckles to himself. His sudden withdrawal feels like a punishment, but you couldn’t tell what you had done wrong. “You’re really fucking perfect is all”, he adds as an afterthought. Then it clicks for you. You’re going to have to show him that he’s perfect too.

You leave his rings on your notebook before crawling over to him. You take a deep breath and straddle his lap. You could feel his cock pressing into your panties, poor thing has probably been hard all night. You carefully place his hands around your waist before resting yours on his chest. Eddie’s lips part as he stares up at you, fingers squeezing into you. “Eddie” you whine “I really like you.” You roll your hips to prove your point, the friction making you both moan.

He removes one hand from your hip up to your jaw, forcing you to look at him. He searches your eyes to make sure this is what you wanted. That you wanted him. Your lids heavy with lust, you bite your lip and nod at him. You knew exactly what he was looking for. He smiles before pulling you down into a kiss. His lips feel plush against yours and the feeling is intoxicating. He kisses you deeply, his hand rigid under your jaw. You begin to roll your hips again when he slides his tongue into your mouth. You think your eyes might roll into the back of your head, the combination bringing you pure ecstasy. He starts to buck his hips up into you, matching your rhythm as you makeout.

You break away from his lips to breathe, but Eddie takes the opportunity to sprinkle your face with little kisses. Your nose, your eyelids, your forehead, no where was safe. You feel a building pressure in your core, and deep need to be filled, stretched, licked, fucked, sucked, bitten, beaten WHATEVER. You just needed him. Every where. All at once. “Eddie...I- I need-” you began to whine. “Shhh I know, I know sweetheart. Ill take care of you.”

Eddie scoops you into his arms and stands you both up, still planting little kisses everywhere he could reach you. He gently drops you onto the bed. You giggle as you bounce into the mattress. He reaches over you to turn Mrs. Butterworth so the toy bunny is facing away from the indecent scene, “Sorry, Mrs. B” he jokes. Eddie returns to the foot of the bed and gets down on his knees, reaching out and pulling you by your hips to the edge of the mattress. Your legs dangle on either side of him, and you hug his waist with your thighs. You prop up on your elbows and try to take your top off. Eddie grabs your arms, your stomach the only body part exposed.

“Did I say you could take this off?” his sudden shift in tone made you so wet. You so badly wanted him to treat you like he was yours, like he deserved every inch of you, because he did.

“No, sir” you say without skipping a beat.

He smiles down at you, a little shocked by your confidence “That’s my girl. Keep it on. I wanna remember how your pussy tastes every time I see you in this uniform” he balls the fabric of your skirt into his fist before flipping the hem up to reveal your underwear. They were white cotton hipsters with a little yellow fabric rose on the waistband. There was already a growing wet patch over your entrance.

Eddie looks you over, sprawled open just for him. “You’re so fucking pretty, Y/N” he coos as he moves both hands up your inner thighs. He makes a triangle with his hands as he rests them on either side of  your pussy. He slowly rubs one thumb ever so gently over your slick hole and up to your clit through your underwear. You buck and whimper at the contact and he chuckles at your response. “I’m sorry baby, I’ll stop teasing you...eventually”

He shimmies your underwear down your legs, you’re not sure where they end up and you think you may have even seen him tuck them into his back pocket. The cold air makes you realize you must have been soaking, even your thighs feel wet. Eddie brings his thumb back to rub small circles around your clit as his other hand dips two fingers into your slick. He teases your entrance, only sliding a finger along your slit but never penetrating. “You’re being such a good girl for me” he praises.

You moan and whimper at every swipe, every caress, every flick. But you needed more. You try to move your hips against his fingers as he slides them up and down, but he freezes. He flips his hand over so its palm side up and holds out his two longest fingers. You realize he’s going to make you work for this. You scooch down so your pussy lines up perfectly with the tips of his fingers, and you slowly slide yourself onto them as he keeps still. You gasp when you hit his bottom knuckles. Eddie loves watching his fingers disappear inside of you, returning even more wet each time. “I’ve been thinking about you alllll day. You feel even better than I ever imagined” Eddie drawls, hypnotized by your body.

You slowly fuck yourself with his fingers. Gliding up and down, up and down. He hovers his thumb so each time you come back down it makes contact with your clit. The coil in the pit of your stomach tightens with each movement. You were starting to tire out, and Eddie noticed your movements were becoming sloppy. “My turn” he says before pumping his fingers into you, slowly building up speed until all you could do was lay there and take it. The sounds coming from your sopping cunt were downright sinful, and you began to cry out from the sensation. Eddie’s other hand clamps down over your mouth “I know sweetheart, I know. But I promised your mom we’d be quiet, remember?” He chuckles at his own joke. “Can you be quiet for me, sweet thing?” he asks you with those doe-eyes before his fingers turn demonic. He had been pumping in and out of you, but the next time he slid in he stayed put and started vibrating his fingers up and down inside you, hooking them up to ravish the sweet spot there.

 It makes your back arch and your toes curl and you think there's no way you’ll ever walk again. You slide your tongue along the outline of his fingers as a silent thank you and his eyes roll back into his head “Fuuuuuuck Y/N...alright that's it, you asked for it.” and without warning Eddie removes his fingers from your cunt only to replace them with his tongue. He tongue fucks you without mercy, lapping up your inner walls. You were so close to the edge “E-Eddie I’m- I’m gonna cum, please please Eddieee” you whimper. He removes his tongue “Yeah, sweetheart?” his fingers, welcome guests, return to wreak their havoc “make it a good one for me” he commands.

He takes your clit into his mouth and sucks and tongues and flicks and laps until you’re a shaking mess below him. You bring your own hand up to muffle your cries as you cum into Eddie’s mouth. Eddie slowly takes his fingers out of you, and you didn’t remember him slipping in a third. Seeing your slit ooze with pleasure, Eddie places his tongue flat against your entrance and gives you one last lick, which makes you jolt and giggle from the over stimulation. “Sorry, you just taste like heaven” he rasps before dramatically plopping onto the bed next to you.

You’re a wreck, and so is Eddie. You're both panting and sweaty, but he pulls you both up so you can lay your head on the pillows. You curl yourself up to rest your head on his chest instead and wrap your arm around his waist. He rests his cheek on your head, and brings his arm to lay on top of yours. Totally blissed out, neither of you wanting to leave this position.

“How does a sleepover sound?” you ask dreamily.

“Heavenly. But what about your mom?” Eddie asks, his eyes already closed. He’s running his fingers along your back.

“She’ll be too hungover in the morning to notice” you say. Even if she wasn’t, you’d do anything to have Eddie stay.

“Then I’ll stay as long as you want me” Eddie whispers in your ear and kisses the top of your head, giving you goosebumps.

You squeeze him in response. He truly had taken care of you, but what about him?

You let your hand lazily wander down to his belt buckle, but he places his hand over yours. “Don’t worry about it, this is all I want.” he reassures you.

“But I wanna make you feel good too” you offer sweetly. 

Eddie chuckles, causing your head to gently bob up and down on his chest. “You did make me feel good, sweetheart. Watching you cum made me feel like a fucking God.”

You look up at him and pout, he opens one eye when you don’t respond. “Alright, we’ll see if you’re still feeling generous when you come over to my place.”

You wiggle with glee in his arms, making him giggle and squeeze you even harder against him.

He yawns, causing you to yawn as well. He wraps the blanket over the both of you before whispering one last thing “Told ya I had a soft spot for cheerleaders”.

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"God damn it woman, listen to me!" Eddie huffed as he pulled at his own hair, clearly frustrated with you.

"I am listening, I swear!"

"You know I get worried when you never tell me where you're going, and when you disappear for 24 hours without a single heads up? What the fuck do you think I would be doing? Not worry?!" he was getting more and more agitated by the second, and you flinched slightly when his voice got a bit louder than usual.

He was pacing back and forth, struggling to find the words to describe what he was feeling at that moment.

"Can you please just stop being so dramatic?" you huffed, which made Eddie stop dead in his tracks, glaring at you as he did.

"Oh, dramatic?! Dramatic?!" he practically screamed into your face, his hot breath hitting your face by how hard he was talking, making you jump just slightly.

"Excuse me for wanting to know and make sure that my god damn girlfriend which I love deeply is safe! I'm so fucking sorry!" he spat at you, rolling his eyes as he got more and more annoyed, pulling and struggling to fish out his pack of cigarettes from his pocket as he cursed under his breath for struggling to reach it.

"For gods sake! Fuck!" he growled, finally getting the pack out of his pocket and lighting a cigarette as he inhaled and exhaled hard, trying to calm himself down.

You knew you needed to do something to make him relax, and you knew just what to do.

"Babe" you spoke softly.

"What?!" he barked at you, choking on his own spit as he looked at you, his mind going completely blank as you had thrown your shirt up, flashing him your tits.

"Fuck" he practically moaned under his breath, licking his lips hungrily as he focused on your tits as you walked closer to him, his eyes fixated on them as you were almost flush against him.

"I'm sorry baby, I really am" you tried softly, walking closer to him as he stood by the door to his trailer. You took his face in your hands, leaning your forehead against his as his breath fanned over your face.

"I am really sorry"

His arms wrapped around you softly as he struggled to catch his breath.

"I hate when you do that" he chuckled softly, shaking his head softly as he did.

"What? Show you my boobs?" you tried to act as innocent as you possibly could, as one of his hands came up to cup your boob, a huge grin on his face as he licked his lips once more.

"Mhm" he moaned, struggling to breathe steady as he squeezed your boob softly.

"Fuck, I love them so much" he said as he stepped a bit away from you to get a better view of your tits as you got rid of your shirt completely, giving yourself a mental high five as it has worked once more.

"They love you too, baby" you cooed, watching him fall to his knees in front of you as he burried his face in between your boobs, inhaling the scent of you as he placed soft kisses to each before wrapping his arms around you, placing his face between them again, a huge grin across his face as he did.

You let him sit there on his knees for as long as he needed to. You didn't really mind having him like this on his knees in front of you as you played with his hair.

"I love you so so much" he mumbled against your skin as he wrapped his arms tighter around you, making you chuckle at him.

"I love you too, dummy" you giggled, leaning down to place a soft kiss to the top of his head before he lifted his head just slightly to look at you.

"I'm sorry I overreacted"

You felt bad for him straight away, you always did. You knew he just wanted to make sure you were okay, and when he didn't hear from you for over 24 hours, which was mostly the case when you ended up arguing like this, you wished for nothing but to teach yourself that you for once in your god damn life was able to pick up the god damn phone and give him a heads up. You were always talking together when you weren't gonna hang out for several hours on the phone, and even if it didn't happen often that you didn't hang out or were hours on end with eachother on the phone, you still felt bad you didn't take time to just give him a little heads up that you were doing okay and he didn't have to worry.

"Baby, don't apologise, please, it's okay"

"Ofcourse it's not okay that I shout at you baby, and don't you ever think it is!" he said a bit shocked, looking up at you between his lashes, his beautiful brown eyes melting you to the damn core.

"I won't, sorry!" you said, giving him a soft smile, noticing how he relaxed in your embrace as you kept on playing with his hair, something you knew he loved.

"But these" he smiled mischievously as he cupped both your tits, bouncing them in his hands for a bit before he wrapped his lips around your nipple as he played with the other, earning a soft moan from you as you pulled at his hair, your eyes rolling back.

"Fuck" you whimpered, loving the feeling of his tongue circling around your nipple, the gentle bites and the feeling of his lips around it as he sucked harshly before letting go of the nipple with a pop to focus on the other, giving the exact same attention to it as he did with the first.

"Babe" you moaned, pulling at his hair, earning a moan from him in response, as he bit down on your nipple softly, sending a pleasurable sensation through your entire body.

"Mhm" he moaned in response, batting his eyelashes at you as he continued his delicious torture with your nipples. Pinching the one he didn't have in his mouth between his fingers, circling soft circles around it, making your knees weak from his torture.

"Eddie, please"

He just chuckled in response, letting go of your nipple with a pop as he looked up at you with a huge grin, batting his lashes at you as he tried to act as innocent as he possibly could, still torturing your nipples by pinching them between his fingers.

"What, princess? Too much?"

He knew exactly what he was doing. He knew how sensitive your nipples were. You couldn't answer him, but just whimpered and gasped as he pinched your nipples and rolled them around between his fingers.

"I can see you're getting needy baby" he cooed, smirking at you as he watched how you tried to rub your legs together to create some sort of friction.

"But I didn't allow you to do anything about it, did I now?" he smirked, making you whimper as the grin he had over his face grew.

"Answer me" he demanded as he flicked your nipples, making you hiss slightly in pain.

"No"

"No, what?" he smirked.

"No, master"

His eyes rolled back as he bit down on his lip, getting aroused more by the second, especially by the nickname you called him.

"There she is" he cooed, as he stood face to face with you again, pushing you softly against the wall, a hand wrapping around your neck softly, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as he placed his knee between your leg, rubbing against your clothed core.

"You do as your told, isn't that right?"

You whimpered in response, but he didn't let it slide, squeezing your neck a bit tighter, making you moan, his knee pushing a bit harder against your clothed pussy.

"You're already soaked baby" he cooed, his eyes sparkling in the light, and you could see the lust grow in his eyes.

"Fuck Eddie"

Another squeeze to your neck.

"That's not my name honey"

"Sorry master" you whimpered.

He placed a soft kiss to your lips, biting down on your lower lip, making you moan in response before he let go of you completely, making you huff in annoyance.

"I have to get back to you after band practice, but don't do anything until I get back, or else" he warned, making you nod, but wanting nothing more but to pull him against you again, devouring him completely.

He pecked your lips once more before opening the door and winking at you.

"Love you"