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This is as good as I can manage with this pic. Hopefully we'll get a real HD one some day :)
For now, enjoy!
thanks to @themunsonator5000 for finding the website for the last post here, the website is super interesting, itâs a personal website for vanessa riegel who was a graphic designer from s4 . check it out! there is pics of chrissy and her family photos + obituary and tons more !
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Hellfire club yearbook spread featuring: Dungeon Master, Eddie Munson
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The Dos & Don'ts of Fake Dating | E.M. x reader | pt. 17
[chap sixteen] | [all chapters here]
Story Summary: You propose a crazy idea to the resident freak of Hawkins, Eddie Munson. But maybe he was even crazier for agreeing to itâŠ
notes & tropes: fem reader, slooow burn, faking dating, opposites attract, bratty rich bitch reader, super minor revenge plot, dysfunctional family dynamics, idiots-to-lovers, smut & nsfw themes
a/n: How is it possible that we've reached the end??? Although this may be the last chapter, this won't be the final outing for our Ice Princess - I'll have the epilogue posted soon, and I'm hoping to explore ther relationship more in the future! This chapter is a little bit serious, but otherwise it's entirely indulgent for all of us that have just been chomping at the bit for these two to get together, so enjoy~
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Chapter Seventeen
Sleeping in Eddieâs bed had clearly become something of a habit in your month and a half of fake dating, because it didnât even surprise you when you awoke the day after Halloween to find your cheek pressed against his back, his messy mane of curls tickling your face. No, the part that did briefly surprise you was the realization that you were lying there virtually naked and holding him like he was your own personal teddy bear; when the Halloween party slowly began to come back to you, though, your surprise began to fade away.
Youâd kissed Eddie, not just once or twice or even for a few minutes, but for damn near the rest of night. Once you two left the party and returned to his place in the early hours of the morning, you practically jumped him because you were unable to contain all the want youâd been harboring over the course of these past weeks. Hell, you couldnât even remember when you two eventually caved to your exhaustion and pulled away from each other, because you were so caught up in the whirlwind of his lips and his touch that all other details of the night seemed to vanish from memory.
With a giddy smile, you lightly brushed your fingers along your lips, feeling your ears grow hot at the memory of Eddieâs kisses and groping hands and tented pants. You even laughed to yourself smally, as if you were in disbelief about the evening that had transpired.
As your eyes lazily trailed up and down Eddieâs back, feeling ease and content in watching him sleep soundly, that pesky anxiety of yours began whispering cruelly in your ear again like it always seemed to - after all, you two hadnât exactly discussed what was going on between you, so for all you knew the kisses could actually mean very little.
Although the reasonable side of you knew it was almost certainly ridiculous to assume this wouldnât go further - considering the few things you did talk about last night - the nervous, emotionally confused and untrusting side of you couldnât help but run wild with assumptions. What if Eddie didnât like you in the same way you liked him, what if you misunderstood each other last night? Within only a few minutes of being awake, your worries were already getting the better of you, souring your morning far too quickly for your liking.
You were never exactly the most emotionally competent person, you loathed to admit - considering the household you grew up in, feelings were often suppressed until they boiled over. Neither of your parents set a very good example of how to properly express emotions or healthily discuss them, so your baseline was pretty damn pathetic. How were you supposed to ask Eddie what this was now, how were you supposed to behave when anxieties kept clouding you with skepticism?
The longer you lied here and stressed about it, the more you began to confuse yourself over technicalities and your assumptions regarding Eddieâs feelings. Eventually, when you couldnât take the obnoxious ramblings inside your own head anymore, you shot out of bed and rushed back into your clothes from the night before, hoping you werenât causing enough noise to rouse Eddie from his sleep.
You fumbled around the nightstand in hopes that there was a pack of cigarettes somewhere, but you cursed when you couldnât find even a loose one rolling around; but after digging around in the pockets of Eddieâs jacket, you were relieved to find cigarettes and a lighter there as if they were waiting for you.
Creeping out of the bedroom, you exhaled deeply upon noticing that Wayne had already left for the day, feeling a little more at ease knowing that you could have some time alone to make sense of your thoughts and feelings. You stepped out onto the patio, immediately shivering thanks to the November chill in the air - you really couldâve thought this through better and at least grabbed a jacket, but your head was a little too mirky to have considered it. And you werenât quite brave enough now to turn back around to grab one.
Curling up in one of the ratty chairs, you lit a cigarette and took a drag that was far too deep, as you ended up in a short coughing fit within moments. Once it passed, your anxieties and frustrations immediately returned in full force, making it damn near impossible to clear your head like youâd hoped. Really, you didnât know what the hell you were so worried about, yet you felt this constant sense of foreboding; logically, it seemed misplaced, especially considering just how good last night was for you, yet it couldnât be helped.
You finally confessed your feelings to Eddie and by some stroke of luck he reciprocated them, so then why did you have this sinking feeling in your chest? Why were you so convinced that something had to have been miscommunicated or misunderstood? It was as if you were waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for the inevitable disappointment that had to come following last night, because thatâs how things had always gone for you before when they were actually important.
You were used to disappointment - between your parents and your friends and your exes, youâd come to expect it at this rate. You wouldnât be surprised in the slightest if Eddie didnât want any kind of serious relationship, if he didnât want to keep things going between you two; despite yourself, your brain could justify any and all ridiculous reasons for this not to work regardless of how desperately you wanted it to.
You sat out on the patio for what felt like an eternity, watching the relatively uninteresting activity of the trailer park, thinking yourself into an anxious fit. Somewhere between your first and second cigarette, you began pacing across the small expanse of the patio, moving back and forth as if that could somehow put your mind at ease.
It was as you put a fourth cigarette to your lips that you heard the door open behind you, causing you to jump and spin around with wide, nervous eyes. Eddie paused in the door frame, his tired eyes landing on you with something akin to surprise and relief, though you couldn't understand why he looked at you that way.
Despite your best efforts to keep your gaze focused on his face, you couldnât help but give Eddie a quick up-down, swallowing at the sight of his bare chest and his boxers slung low on his hips. You could see in his expression and posture that he still felt heavy with sleep, and yet his eyes were wide awake, as if he shot straight out of bed upon realizing you werenât there beside him. He, too, looked you up and down, his shoulders seeming to relax a little as his tired mind tried to catch up with him.
âI thought you were gone.â His morning voice was gruff, and yet you couldnât help but enjoy it. You dumbly shook your head, unable to think properly now that Eddie stood across from you, disrupting the already chaotic train of thought youâd been consumed with since waking. You removed the unlit cigarette from your mouth, sliding it into your pocket as you looked down at your feet; you could curse yourself for feeling so fucking nervous right now, your heart drumming hard and fast in your chest.
âNo, justâŠâ You trailed off, not knowing what you wanted to say anyway. Eddieâs brows were knotted with concern and thought as he stared at you; it almost looked as if he, too, was awaiting disappointment, just the same as you. Biting your lip, you added simply, âJust needed to think.â
Eddieâs chest heaved with a deep sigh as he looked you up and down again, making you wish you could simply read his mind right now - that would make this so much easier, you wouldnât have to ask him questions or say any of the things that were on your mind.
Eddie looked around, giving you the impression that he was just as nervous as you were right now; clearly, sobriety had both of you a little on edge, âAbout last night?â
Despite all your nerves, a faint smile nearly ghosted across your lips as everything from the evening prior came flooding back to you. In some ways, it was so much easier to look upon it fondly now that Eddie was here, even as his presence hiked your anxieties. You glanced up at him through your lashes, biting the inside of your cheek at the warm yet trepidation look on his face.
âAbout last night.â You affirmed in a quiet voice, sheepishly looking around as you continued to make some sense of the chaos going on in your head. Why was it so hard to simply talk to Eddie right now? Why were you so scared to be transparent, to discuss your feelings when clearly you both had things to say on the matter?
Well, because youâd never felt like this before - the answer was obvious, and yet impossible to wrap your head around. The affection and endearment and yearning you felt for Eddie was unlike anything youâd ever experienced in your entire life, and it scared the fuck out of you. Heâs been so good to you from the start, has always taken care of you, has let you into his world with open arms, and all of that was now utterly terrifying - the other shoe would inevitably drop soon, right? Something bad had to happen soon, that was all you ever knew. All your relationships - romantic, platonic, and otherwise - were bad, so what would make this any different?
Suddenly fearful of the swell of emotion inside your chest, you turned away from Eddie and took a deep breath; you could feel his gaze burning into the back of your head. Now that you werenât looking him in the eye, it became at least a hair easier to swallow the lump in your throat and talk, even if your words were shaky.
âI⊠am terrible with feelings. Absolute shit with emotions, okay?â Eddie simply hummed behind you, and even in that simple sound you could almost hear the look on his face - brows up just a little with curiosity, arms crossed, corner of his mouth barely pulled back in a patient, attentive smirk. Whether or not you were making up that expression in your head, you were somehow certain thatâs what youâd see if you were brave enough to turn around right now, âItâs hard for me. But⊠Iâve been confused for weeks, Eddie.â
A very faint laugh escaped him, prompting you to spin back around and look him in the eye with a puzzled, nervous expression; in that brief moment, you forgot your nerves as you found his watchful gaze. And just as you imagined, he was leaning in the door frame with his arms lazily crossed over his chest, a look of even-tempered composure spread across his face.
âYou and me both, princess.â He said simply, as if he were refraining from talking too much. Was he doing so to give you the opportunity to speak your mind more easily?
For a long stretch, you stared at one another, your anxieties coming back to you even as you tried to fight them off; you abruptly turned away from him again, your nerves getting the better of you as you suddenly delved into a panicked rambling.
âYouâve made me feel shit I havenât felt before, and I didnât want to get confused so I tried to ignore it, but, fuck Eddie I didnât think I could feel so many things all at once. It was so easy before, being the ice princess - I didn't care about anyone or anything, it was easier to just exist. But then you happened and I canât even begin to understand why Iâm so emotional all the time or how itâs possible for me to like you so much and be scared of that feeling.â
Hearing the worn wood of the patio creak under Eddieâs feet, your eyes grew wide, debating whether or not to turn around or maintain this measly comfort that came from having your back to him. But it didnât sound as if he were coming any closer, and your prattling continued whether you wanted it to or not.
âWhy am I scared? Thatâs so stupid, am I really that incapable of handling emotions or a relationship? All it took was one nice boy to turn me into a confused, emotional mess? God, youâve made me happier than Iâve ever been these past couple months, and yet I want to run from it, like I donât deserve it or something. Like no matter what, Iâm gonna fuck this up and weâre both gonna end up disappointed.
âThis was supposed to be some stupid little way of getting back at everyone in my life, but I guess the jokeâs on me because now Iâve got more feelings than I can fucking contain and itâs like no matter what I do, Iâm gonna ruin this.â
Maybe it was your nerves, but it was almost as if you could suddenly feel that Eddie had come closer without warning, causing you to abruptly begin pacing back and forth across the expanse of the patio. You kept your head down, still insisting on keeping some kind of pathetic barrier between you and Eddie as your anxiety just continued to escalade.
âThis would be so much easier if you just didnât like me back, Eddie, if you just didnât care about me - I couldâve gotten over this so fucking easily. I canât ignore it, and now some part of me wants to run, and I know thatâs not fair, but maybe it wouldâve made it easier on us both to just pretend nothing ever happened and to go back to how things were before we met and--â
Abruptly, Eddie grabbed your arm and spun you around to face him, causing you to trip over your feet as he steadied you. Firmly, he cupped your cheeks in his hands, forcing you to look up at him, forcing your eyes to stare directly into his - his gaze was far too affectionate right now, and it was only at that moment that you realized your eyes were feeling a little too watery for your liking.
âYouâre talking yourself into a fit, princess.â Eddieâs voice was low and comforting, his hands warm against your skin as he held you in place. You gulped nervously, your skin breaking out into goosebumps as his thumb brushed tenderly along the apple of your cheek. You looked down, your gaze emptily staring at Eddieâs chin as you could feel the way he studied you, the way he looked at you with care. He dipped his head down just an inch, but was mindful not to get too close, a charmed little laugh escaping his lips and fluttering against yours, âWhat are you so afraid of?â
Eddieâs question felt too kind and gentle, far nicer than you deserved. Your sad eyes turned back up to meet his, and the tenderness in his gaze was utterly terrifying. You could only manage to whisper, as if incapable of raising your voice any louder, âIâm gonna fuck this up, Eddie; I donât wanna hurt you and disappoint you and waste your time.â
A sweet smile tugged at Eddieâs lips, and you quickly looked back down nervously. Eddieâs fingers pressed against your skin insistently, âWill you please look at me?â
As if unable to resist the request, your eyes immediately flicked back up; Eddieâs expression brightened a little, clearly pleased that you were cooperating with him instead of resisting.
âYouâre never gonna waste my time.â He started firmly, clearly believing every single word he was saying. You shook your head, but his gentle hands stopped you, âYou donât get to decide that. If you like me as much as you say you do, just be with me. Is that such a bad idea?â
You looked between Eddieâs eyes, unsure how to answer him - your head was swimming with confusion, your heart was pounding with anxieties, and yet they were somehow in entirely different places. You tried to outweigh your fear with logic, and yet you remained at odds with yourself. Pressing your lips together tightly, you swallowed while trying in vain to find your voice again. As if Eddie could read your thoughts, he continued.
âLet me make this easy for you,â although he spoke with confidence, you could see that Eddie was just as nervous as you were, that his eyes were alight with concern; hell, you could practically feel how rapidly his own heart was beating, how his arms were ever so gently shaking. He dipped his head closer, your foreheads nearly pressed together, his handsome face causing you to exhale longingly despite all your pent-up fear. Eddieâs voice had also lowered to a near whisper, âWeâve already been faking it for, what, two months now - so, can we just stop pretending? Nothing else is going to change⊠except that Iâll kiss you more, if youâll let me.â
You tried to resist the temptation to smile, but you lost that battle quickly; your cheeks nearly hurt as you grinned and let out a nervous laugh, causing Eddieâs own gleeful smile to grace his pretty features. Trepidation was still ever present in your mind, hesitation clearly shining in your eyes, but getting you to smile again was a victory for Eddie, whose thumbs brushed dotingly along your cheeks.
âWeâll be just fine,â Eddie started warmly, his eyes reveling in the smile on your lips, gaze drinking in your features, âokay, princess?â
Your response was but a whisper as you gave a small nod, your breath warm against Eddieâs lips, âOkay.â
Without a need for any further confirmation, Eddie closed the gap between the two of you, crushing his lips against yours with a desperation that made you instantly dizzy. Your hands quickly began to search for grip along his sides, fingernails scratching against his skin as you kissed him back eagerly, a fire lighting in your stomach that burned out your nerves.
Eddie's hands trailed down your cheeks and neck, his gentle touch making your toes curl and sending a shiver up your spine; a deep sigh of satisfaction deflated the fears in your chest as his arms encircled you. You lips became more assertive and eager against Eddie's, hands gripping at him a little tighter as if intent on never letting go.
As your tongue teased along his lower lip, a gust of autumn wind blew past, and you could feel goosebumps breaking out across Eddie's skin beneath your fingertips. You shivered together, Eddie pulling his lips from yours with a faint chuckle.Â
âShit, it's cold.â He muttered into your mouth, causing you to laugh along with him. You gave his chest a small nudge, causing Eddie to take a step backwards.
âThen take me inside.â You instructed. With a sly look, Eddie took hold of your hands and dragged you back into the trailer, pressing your back against the door the moment that it was closed so he could steal another fierce kiss. You could have moaned at the way he pressed his body flush against yours, flinging your arms around his neck and twisting your fingers eagerly in his hair. Enjoying the feel of your hands on him, Eddie rolled his hips smally, causing a hungry sound to rise in your throat.
You broke away from Eddieâs lips, but evidently he wasnât done with you, because he leaned down to plant firm kisses against the side of your neck; you sighed with delight, momentarily forgetting yourself. When you found your words again, you curled your fingers a little tighter in his hair to get his attention.
âEddie, I--â You cut yourself off before anything more could leave you. Admittedly, you were embarrassed at the idea of simply saying âEddie, I wanna fuck you so bad right now,â and just thinking those words caused your cheeks to grow fiery hot.
Feeling your hesitation, Eddie lifted his head to look you in the eye, his gaze dark as if in an odd blend of knowing and uncertainty - it was as if he knew what you wanted to say, and yet he doubted youâd say it at all.
âWhat?â He whispered huskily. It was then you realized you could feel him growing hard against your hip, and fuck you couldâve mewled greedily. Taking a breath and sticking up your chin in an attempt to gain your confidence, you looked between Eddieâs eyes and lips.
âI want you.â You opted for the less vulgar admission, hoping it would keep your temperature from rising quite so high, though you still felt sheepish saying it. Eddie inhaled deeply, taking in your face closely as if he planned on memorizing each and every feature.
The corner of his mouth pulled up in a faint grin, an excitement alight in his eyes, âIâm all yours, princess.â
A bubble of exhilaration swelled in your stomach, your pussy clenching at his words in anticipation. Achingly, you dragged Eddieâs lips back to yours for a fierce, hot kiss, just as quickly pulling back so you could drag him the short distance back to his room.
Unceremoniously, you shoved Eddie down onto the bed, a giddy laugh escaping you at the surprise across his face, clearly unprepared for you to take charge the way you did. Your eagerness and nervousness were at odds inside your chest as you took him in, hooded gaze dragging down his bare torso and locking onto the tent in his boxers. Eddie stared back at you with much the same expression, his brows slowly rising with anticipation as you unbuttoned your shirt and quickly dropped it to the floor.
In the next moment, you slid out of your shorts, pausing there for a moment as if frozen by the way Eddie watched you with a mesmerized expression. Everything within you was taut with arousal as you let Eddie drink your body in a few seconds longer; as if starved, though, you quickly crawled into his lap and kissed him with such urgency that it made you short of breath.
Eddieâs arms snaked around your middle, hands pressed firmly to your back as if to make sure you were real and solid, as if to make sure this wasnât some dream. With your body flush against his, you could feel each breath in his chest, each flex of his muscles, the tease of his cock awaiting your touch. Still with some uncertainty, you lowered yourself on Eddieâs lap, your hot center pressed comfortably atop his cock, your underwear creating barely enough layers between you two.
As Eddie twitched beneath you, a moan passed from your mouth into his, your hands desperately winding into his hair again and your tongue feverish against his lips. Slowly, you rolled your hips along his length as a depraved groan rumbled in Eddieâs throat; he jerked again eagerly, his grip on your back growing even firmer. You rutted your hips heavily against his cock, pussy tightening with jitteriness and desperation and yearning.
You pulled your lips away from Eddieâs abruptly, only to ravenously kiss and nip along his neck, the feel of your hot mouth causing him to squirm with impatience. You continued to grind your hips at a deep, lecherous pace, your underwear growing damp from the friction and your arousal, desperate for more and more of Eddieâs body.
Pulling back to catch your breath, you found Eddieâs eyes, so dark and hooded as he stared back as if you were a goddamn work of art. Your heart beat wildly in your chest at the look of adoration, and all too quickly you were crashing your lips back to his for a passionate, chaste kiss.
You withdrew again, not just your lips but this time your entire body, sliding down from Eddieâs lap to the floor in front of him, eagerly settling between his knees; as you looked back up through your lashes, his slacked jaw and nervous anticipation made you grin wickedly.
You held Eddieâs eyes as you pressed closer, hands sliding up his thighs and towards the hard tent in his boxers; he swallowed excitedly, watching with intense focus as you finally palmed his cock through the thin layer of fabric concealing it. He tensed, sighing longingly at your touch; when you gave him a slight squeeze, the sigh turned into a gasp.
Eddie took a deep breath in a weak attempt to steady himself, eyes locked on yours for fear of looking away. You gave him one more small squeeze before removing your hand, hooking your fingers into the hem of his boxers; you paused, taking in Eddieâs expression with a teasing glint in your eyes.
When you finally dragged the measly article of clothing down, his cock bounced up and slapped against his abdomen; you bit your lip, holding in the gasp that nearly left your mouth at the sight of him. You hungrily looked between Eddieâs eyes and the throbbing head of his cock, nearly ready to pounce him without warning, though you refrained. No, if you could help it, you were going to take your sweet time with him.
The mere sight of you on your knees for him was nearly enough to drive Eddie mad, his breath shaky as he took in your carnal expression, your eager eyes. In that moment, you were so damn beautiful that he was nearly afraid to touch you, his fists clenching urgently into the sheets on either side of him as he awaited what youâd do next.
You kept your dark stare locked with Eddieâs as you wet your lip, lowering yourself slowly towards his desperate cock. Just your hot breath against him was enough to make Eddie twitch and gasp, your mouth hovering mere centimeters from him; god, you clenched at the needy sound that escaped him, impatient to hear what others you may cause.
Finally, your lips closed around the head of Eddieâs cock, tantalizingly pressing your tongue flat to the underside of his length. Eddie exclaimed with a sinful stutter, hips bucking as you slowly twirled your tongue around him; you sucked in your cheeks, watching Eddieâs face through your lashes. His jaw had gone slack, staring down at you with hooded, mesmerized eyes; it very nearly drove you mad, and this had only just begun.
For a long, cruel beat, you remained unmoving, your stare teasing even with Eddieâs cock in your mouth; you waited until you spotted his impatience, relenting with a satisfied gleam in your eyes. Torturously slow, you took his length as deep as you could, your pussy clenching at the way his body shuddered and twitched as incoherent sounds leapt past his lips. His hips bucked up into your mouth as he frantically grabbed at your hair as if desperate to both stop you and to push you even lower on his cock.
Far too pleased with yourself, you finally stopped teasing, rhythmically bobbing your head up and down, twirling your tongue, drooling down the entirety of Eddieâs cock. With one hand, you squeezed what length you couldnât fit in your mouth, slowly tightening your grip in response to his eager mewling; the nails on your other hand dug into the skin of his thigh, feeling his muscle flex beneath you.
Your tempo grew sloppier and needier, your once slow pace now growing wetter and greedier each time you made Eddie gasp with pleasure. Your hand squeezed tighter around his thick shaft, tongue tantalizing as it swirled his head. Eddieâs hips jerked up desperately, uncontrollably, his cock gagging you as it hit the back of your throat and the hand in your hair gripping harder as he all too easily fell apart. You used both hands to press down on his hips, a silent insistence to stay put as you shifted on your knees, changing the angle so you could take him even deeper.
He gasped and moaned as your mouth grew more frantic, tongue swirling, lips sucking, teeth grazing each time you took him deep enough that you nearly choked. Eddieâs squirming and begging only encouraged you, your mouth becoming more and more desperate around him, your jaw straining as you slurped and sucked with total obscenity. With his cock practically fully sheathed, you ran your vulgar tongue from base to tip, pressing it against the most sensitive part of his head and making him gasp with a salacious jolt.
âHeyhey--!â Eddie abruptly pulled you off his cock, a string of drool connecting you two as a satisfied, wicked grin spread across your lips. His chest heaved frantically as he stared down at you with glazed eyes, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead and flushed cheeks. You cleaned the drool from your lip with the back of your finger, hungrily looking between Eddieâs pretty face and his throbbing cock.
He laughed breathily in disbelief, making a measly attempt at composing himself. His cheeks were bright red as he looked down at his twitching cock, âFuckâŠâ
His fingers were still twisted in your hair, gently tugging as he met your eyes again; his expression was sapless, another profane look spreading across your face at the sight of him.
âWant me to stop?â You asked in an airy, tender whisper, realizing that you, too, needed to catch your breath. The question amused Eddie, who shook his head with a weak grin.
âFuck no, thatâs the problem.â You giggled at his response, teasingly pressing your lips to the underside of his cock, which made him jump a little with sensitivity. He dipped his head back and stared up at the ceiling, taking a deep breath to collect himself.
âAw, need a minute?â You teased, to which Eddie faintly nodded. For a few moments, you rested your head atop his knee, adoringly watching his chest rise and fall, his Adamâs apple bob, his lips hanging open lustfully.
When he finally glanced back down at you, the look in his eyes was so damn tender that it nearly froze you, unable to move or look away as you drank him in. Once you managed to pull yourself from the hypnosis, you slowly rose to your feet, Eddieâs eyes watching you oh-so closely as you unclasped your bra and stepped out of your lacy underwear, entirely bare in front of him.
You drank in the dilation of his pupils, the heave of his chest, the twitch of his cock, shivering a little under Eddieâs severe, lustful gaze. His eyes trailed over your body, studying every single curve and blemish as if intent on memorizing your skin.
With a deep breath, you grabbed Eddieâs face tenderly between your hands and leaned down, kissing him with a hungry, passionate fervor, moaning against his lips. He blindly reached out for you, pulling you closer until you were flush against him, a satisfied sound escaping his throat at the feel of your skin on his. As you kissed him deeply, desperately, you hiked one knee up onto the bed, your hot center hovering above his thigh, so close that if you were to shift even a little you would graze against him.
Your tongue prodded at Eddieâs lower lip, moaning as his mouth opened to you; his hands tentatively explored your body, fingers digging into your hips, your legs, squeezing your ass with an unsure grip. Needily, you pressed your wet pussy onto his thigh, causing Eddie to moan and pull back so he could look you in the eye.
You breathed into each otherâs mouths as you slowly rolled your hips once, making yourself gasp at the sensation; Eddieâs expression quickly darkened, growing hungry at the mere sight of you pleasuring yourself on him. His grip on you tightened, as if silently asking you to keep going, silently begging you to use him all for yourself.
Carefully maneuvering your other knee between his legs, you sat more comfortably atop his thigh and rutted your hips again, the both of you groaning as you threw your head back. Eddie cupped your ass, his hold more firm than before as you started to slowly ride his thigh, your pussy slick and desperate against his hot skin. Your breaths came out in deep shudders, jaw trembling a little when youâd roll your hips just right; you steadied yourself on Eddieâs shoulders, forehead pressing against his as you focused on your rhythm. He couldnât help but moan at the sight of you, his cock throbbing against your knee as an erotic âfuckâ escaped his lips.
When Eddie unexpectedly flexed his thigh, your hips stuttered, a surprised gasp leaving your mouth as you grinded more firmly, more desperately. Your legs were already beginning to tremble as you held tight to Eddieâs shoulders, sloppily kissing him as you rubbed up and down his thigh, pathetic sounds humming in both your throats as the heat in the room kept rising.
Beads of sweat began forming at your temple and the small of your back, your rhythm becoming more and more frantic against Eddieâs body. His lips were hot against your skin, leaving frenzied kisses along the corner of your mouth, your jaw, your neck; you could feel the way his breathing hitched and faltered, as if he was getting higher and higher along with you. Fuck, you werenât even touching his cock, and yet you were so goddamn pornographic that it was about to send him over the edge again.
Eddieâs fingers dug into the fat of your ass, pressing you more insistently down against his leg; you pulled your head back just enough to smile stupidly at him, seeing and feeling the way his trepidation had begun to fade away. There was a fire in his eyes as you rubbed against him, his mouth hung open with need and desire as he watched you coming undone.
Biting your lip, you picked up your pace while curving your hips a little more, catching your clit in just the right way that it made your eyes cross. Your moaning grew desperate as you got closer to climax, your nails digging into Eddieâs shoulders to keep steady. He flexed his leg again, watching you through hooded eyes as he relished in your pleasure, breathing in your erotic scent as you gasped at the sensation that shot through your body.
âEddie--â Your tone was pleading, causing him to hiss carnally between his teeth, his breath hot against your cheek. Your grinding was almost erratic, pussy so desperate as your hips rolled and your toes curled. Your body stuttered abruptly, overwhelming stimulation suddenly washing over you without warning, causing you to throw your head back with unrestrained gasps and whimpers.
Eddie held firmly onto you, the sounds of his own raunchy whines in your ear making your orgasm all the more intense. Your entire body shook for a few moments as you struggled to catch your breath, slumping against Eddieâs front and resting your head on his shoulder. Your chests heaved unevenly against one another, sweat sticky between you; the feel of Eddieâs cock twitching against your leg made you moan with a weak laugh, attempting to regain your composure.
âFuckâŠâ Eddie managed to pant out as you finally raised your head from his shoulder. When you met his eyes, he was lazily grinning from ear-to-ear, drinking in the sight of your post-orgasm expression; you smiled back, biting your lip as your gaze bounced around his handsome face, âSuccubusâŠâ
You laughed again, though the sound was hoarse and airy; you placed your hands at the base of Eddieâs neck, needily kissing him with as much force as you could muster. His hands trailed lazily up and down your back, his hands hot against your skin, and you couldnât help but smile to yourself, the sensation bringing back the memory of that damned wet dream you had about Eddie only a mere few weeks ago.
Feeling your lips grinning against his, Eddie couldnât help but mirror the expression, although his mind was still reeling from the fact that the ice princess just came because of him. Just a couple of months ago, he wouldnât have dared bet money on the idea that youâd be getting off in his goddamn lap, and yet here you were, kissing him with lust and adoration, still quivering from your orgasm.
When finally you broke from the kiss, it was to look Eddie in the eye again, fingers tenderly curling in his hair as you drank him in. His expression was once again awestruck, and it made you feel flush all over, dropping your gaze as if bashful; his hands lazily slid back down to your ass, gripping you tight enough that you inhaled smally. Your eyes flicked back up so you could stare at Eddieâs handsome face, finally finding your voice again.
âYou have condoms?â your tone was airy; the nearly surprised expression on Eddieâs face caused you to smile smally while raising your brows at him. He looked almost as if he had something smart to say, yet all he could do was nod dumbly in response to your question. Holding you close with one steady hand on the small of your back, Eddie leaned towards his nightstand, wrenching the drawer open and fumbling around until he finally found what he was searching for.
As Eddie brought the foil packaging to his mouth, you couldnât help but ogle him, jaw slacking a little as he easily ripped the foil with his teeth, looking far, far too hot doing so. When his eager eyes found yours again they darkened with desire, and he couldnât help but lean in to steal a quick kiss; you giggled against his lips, absolutely charmed by the innocence of it.
You snatched the condom from Eddieâs hand with a playful look, pulling your sweaty body away from his so you could crawl further onto the bed; you sat back, ass resting upon your heels as you waited for Eddie to follow after you.
He stayed planted for a beat as if in consideration, though before you could question it he turned to face you again; his eyes languidly trailed up and down your body, breath hitching at the sight of you, still so damn new and exciting for him. When finally Eddie met your eyes again, he smiled almost to himself, finally twisting around so he could crawl up the bed with you. Unable to stop yourself, your lusty gaze was drawn back to his cock, still hard and so goddamn tantalizing, and you felt desperate drool pooling in your mouth.
Eddie swooped in for another swift kiss, causing you to nearly fall back onto the pillows thanks to how unprepared you were for it. You gripped his biceps to stay upright, kissing him back eagerly and adoringly, and for a brief moment you came out of your lustful fog, realizing that kissing him felt so goddamn easy, that being with him was like the most natural thing in the entire world. That thought in mind, you deepened the kiss, wrapping your arms around Eddieâs neck and drawing him closer.
Eddie pulled his lips away so that he could press your foreheads together, breathing you in with affection while his hands came to rest gently atop your knees. You could nearly feel the way he smiled, your lips hovering but a breath away from one another, and it tempted you to lean back in for more.
âI havenât really done this before.â Eddie blurted out huskily, as if heâd been trying to find the words since the start of this whole thing. You couldnât help but smile largely, pulling back a little further so you could look at his face.
ââHavenât really?ââ You teased questioningly, delighting in the way his cheeks blushed even more red than they were a moment before. Eddie looked down, grinning along with you. You gave him a firm kiss in an effort to bolster his confidence, wondering if this meant youâd be Eddieâs first time, or if he was just admitting to having very little experience.
He found your eyes, and although a smile rested on his face, he still looked nervous, âI mean⊠Iâve only done this once.â
Feeling especially playful - which had never been a thing with previous partners amidst the throes of passion -Â you looked him in the eye with a near cocky expression, âWell, donât worry, youâre in good hands.â
To that, an anxious laugh burst from Eddieâs throat, clearly unprepared for what you said; you giggled along with him, teasingly narrowing your eyes at him. As Eddie composed himself, he had to hold back more laughter while fondly meeting your eyes, âIâll be the judge of that, princess.â
Eagerly, you dragged Eddie in for another kiss, guiding him to lie back on the bed; as you pushed him down against the pillows, you pulled your lips away. He stared up at you with such reverie, his lusty gaze watching closely as you straddled his legs, a faint gasp leaving his mouth as you gently grabbed his cock. You drank in the look on Eddieâs face as you gave him a few slow strokes, his moans turning you on, the way his head leaned back as his eyes fluttered closed utterly intoxicating. An entranced sigh escaped you, feeling how wet you were getting again at simply the sight of his satisfaction.
When you took back your hand, a disappointed whine rose from Eddieâs throat, causing you to grin wickedly; you finally removed the condom from its foil, guiding it down his shaft as butterflies began to flutter wildly in your stomach. Eddie watched through hooded eyes as if he were in awe of you; when you leaned forward onto your palms, his eyes flickered down towards your chest, seemingly engrossed in the way your breasts moved as you crawled up his body till you were centered above his erection.
For a moment, you lingered there, mere inches away as you took the time to enjoy the look of Eddie, the desire alight in his eyes, the parting of his lips, the deep heaving of his chest; fuck, he was so handsome it was almost annoying. You couldnât help but smile fondly while reaching down between you two, positioning Eddie as another faint sound of desire rose in his throat.
With a final, decisive sigh, you lowered yourself onto Eddieâs cock, your pussy so slick that you slid down hilt deep with ease. You moaned loudly at the way you stretched around his thickness, and in the same breath Eddieâs hands spasmed before gripping your thighs tightly.
âHoly shit--!â He hissed sharply while throwing his head back, the expanse of his neck looking far too appetizing all exposed like that. You stayed still for a couple of moments as you became comfortable with his size, delighting in the way Eddieâs fingers flexed against your skin, the way he caught his breath. You couldnât help but clench around him, causing another gasp to fall from his lips.
Steadily, you began to roll your hips in a deep motion, your moans mingling together at the way Eddieâs cock stroked deep inside you; the slow pace was very nearly cruel, yet the way he hit all your sweet spots was far too intoxicating. God, you just wanted to lean down and trail bites all along Eddieâs neck, but you feared the change of position would get you too close too soon. So, you continued to grind, Eddieâs cock buried deep in your warm pussy, his hands gripping your thighs so tight that it nearly hurt. Hands braced on either side of his head, your fingers twisted eagerly into the pillow with each rut of your hips.
Eddieâs whines and moans were like music to your ears, encouraging you to shift your knees so you could bounce on his cock, the new angle making you mewl loudly as your eyes crossed. Eddie, too, responded wildly, hands grabbing desperately at your hips and ass and legs, squeezing you with rash need.
The way his girth stretched you out had your pussy flexing tight with yearning, your legs already shaky at the feel of him sliding in and out of your slick folds. Christ, nothing before had ever felt as good as Eddie, no one had ever gotten you so high like this; just that thought alone made you shudder and clench with ecstasy and greed.
With his cock sliding in and out of you, Eddie saw stars in his eyes, his mind running wild, his body like static electricity. Incoherent muttering spilled from his parted lips, gasps and hitched breaths growing more frenzied as you rode him eagerly. You looked like a goddamn masterpiece, your hair a mess, body glistening with a sheen of sweat, hands groping desperately at his shoulders as your pace became more and more frenzied. The fucking sight of you riding him was better than anything Eddie had ever dreamed of, and some part of him was still convinced this moment wasn't entirely real.
A particularly urgent gasp leapt from your throat as you rubbed your clit against the hilt of Eddieâs cock just right, the sensation coursing through your body causing your rhythm to falter as you braced your hands roughly on his shoulders. You had to slow down and collect yourself for just a moment, taken aback by the fact that you had nearly cum again so damn easily. Eddieâs breathing was heavy as he stared up at you, ogling the rise and fall of your chest, the taut muscles in your arms, the way your mouth hung open so erotically; unintentionally, you flexed around him, causing the both of you to moan in unison.
You met Eddieâs eyes again, a dopey smile spreading across your lips at how good he looked beneath you with his hair a mess and his eyes nearly black with lust. He grinned back at you with a weak, breathy chuckle, hands squeezing your legs again, cock twitching inside you; it felt so good that you had to bite your lip to hold back a whine.
âYouâre amazing.â Eddie said, his voice light as air; you fondly rolled your eyes.
âShut up.â You answered without any conviction, leaning down so you could kiss him again. The movement caused you to slide up his cock, making the both of you moan into each otherâs mouths. You relaxed onto your elbows, trailing hot kisses along Eddieâs jaw as you slowly began to ride him again, the new angle causing friction against your clit that was absolutely sinful.
Eddieâs moaning and muttering being so close to your ear only made you hotter and hornier, clenching tightly as you picked up your pace. His hands held tight to the back of your thighs, helping you bounce rhythmically up and down on his cock as you continued to nip and kiss at his jawline and neck.
As if he had finally gained the confidence to do so, Eddie started to thrust up into you in time with your movements, putting you into an absolute frenzy as your bodies slapped together. All the moans and gasps that tumbled from your lips were growing increasingly louder and more pornographic, to which Eddieâs thrusts became more solid and quick and rough.
You stopped kissing his sticky skin, sounds of ecstasy spilling out of you with more and more vulgarity, your toes curling and knees shaking from how fucking good Eddieâs cock felt ramming inside of you. You could feel drool trailing along your lip and onto Eddieâs hot neck, but you were too far gone to care, your pleasure overriding all of your senses.
âShit, Iâm close--â Eddie whined as if it were both a plea and a warning, and the desperation in his voice had you moaning even louder, walls clenching tight around him. You werenât sure when youâd stopped moving, but now Eddie was thrusting up into you so deep and rough that it nearly hurt, but in the best goddamn way possible. Together, you were both moaning wildly, Eddieâs hips becoming erratic as he slapped up against you, your body shaking from the now overwhelming pleasuring washing over you. Your mind was so muddled, entirely wrapped up in Eddie and his cock and how close your orgasm was and--
Eddie groaned desperately with one final thrust, ramming himself deep inside you and holding you tightly in place; you could feel his cock twitching, and just knowing that youâd made him cum practically had you tumbling over the edge with him as well.
His body trembled with his orgasm, head thrown back and fingers digging into your skin; you, too, could feel yourself shaking, desperate for that release that was just out of reach. You breathed heavily, clenching around Eddie and making him moan again as he tried to catch his breath, tried to come back down to earth from the cloud he was on.
After a minute, you could feel Eddie relaxing beneath you, and so you sat up a little, moaning at the way his cock still teased your needy pussy, which was growing urgent for relief; a similar, though weaker, sound rumbled in his throat, hands falling limply on either side of your legs. You stared down tenderly at Eddieâs face; his eyes were still closed as he tried to collect himself, and he looked so pretty that you nearly reached out to touch him.
With your second orgasm delayed, your body was feeling particularly desperate, and with a wicked glint in your eyes, you rolled your hips slowly against Eddieâs. He threw his head back with a whine, fingertips trying to grip at your legs and stop you.
âFuck, princess--!â The lustful way that the endearing nickname left Eddieâs mouth made your pussy flex around him again, drawing another illicit moan from deep in his throat. He managed to get a weak grip on your knees, eyes shooting open to gaze up into your face; there was an overstimulated nervousness in his blown out stare, which made your lips curl into an infatuated smile. Selfishly, you rut your hips with Eddieâs, making him twitch again with how damn sensitive his cock was. âBaby, pleaseâŠâ
Baby. The new term of endearment made you moan. You held Eddieâs gaze as you ever so slowly continued to grind on his cock, which was still hard even after his own release. Weak, needy noises left Eddie as his eyes crossed and rolled back again, succumbing to you; his body shook beneath yours as you used his cock for your own pleasure, creating a friction on your clit that was making you damn near feral.
Like a mantra, weak, breathy âfuckâs fell from your lips as you chased your orgasm, eyes closed and limbs wobbly as you rode Eddie to your heartâs content. His hands flexed against your legs, fingers clinging, body shaking as if he could barely handle your touch anymore. God, you were so close, the mounting of your pleasure beckoning wildly to you.
You realized that Eddie was muttering your name as if it was a prayer, and it flooded you with such desire and warmth and craving, causing you to cum so abruptly that it took you aback. You cried out and threw your head back, staring frantically up at the ceiling as your body became rigid for a moment. In the next breath, you all but melted on top of Eddie, slumping down and resting your head beside his on the pillow. You quivered as your orgasm consumed you entirely.
When you finally came back to yourself, it was thanks to Eddieâs cock slowly shrinking inside you, the sensation making you shudder and sigh as you opened your eyes again. Your faces were so close that you could feel Eddieâs breath upon your cheek, could barely see his eyes staring back at you. An unexpected laugh of satisfaction left your mouth, and you pressed your face into the pillow as if to suppress it. Eddie nuzzled his face into the side of your neck, arms lazily curling around your waist.
âGod damn.â He breathed out, pulling back so you could lift your head to look at him again adoringly. You couldn't help but smile at one another, your chests still rising and falling as you composed yourselves. You drank in Eddieâs post-sex expression - the relaxed slant of his brow, his slack jaw, the daze in his eyes. The look made you want to kiss him again and again as if he was the air you breathed.
So, you leaned in to give him that chaste kiss that you desired, which caused his eyes to light up and a smile to spread across his handsome face when you pulled back. His arms tightened around you as he stared ardently upon your face. Shifting so that you two could lie on your sides, Eddieâs cock finally slid out of you, which caused you to moan one last time; the sound made him laugh smally, though you could somehow hear the tenderness in it.
âSo⊠this makes you my real girlfriend now, right?â He asked with a large, silly grin, causing you to giggle and roll your eyes fondly. Lazily, you knotted your fingers into his messy mane of curls, taking a few moments to simply admire his handsome features.
âYou want me to be?â Eddie pulled a face as if to say âare you fucking kinding me,â which made you laugh all over again. He narrowed his eyes playfully, challenging you to do the simple task of giving him a real answer. Affection and warmth swelled inside your chest, making you smile largely - all you could manage was to nod vigorously in agreement, feeling your cheeks growing hot at all the emotions you were feeling.
âCome on, you can say it, canât you?â He teased wickedly, causing you to bite the inside of your lip. With a sincere look and a deep breath, you delicately cupped Eddieâs face in your hands, holding his stare firmly as you tried to control the joyful grin on your lips.
âEddie,â You started, your tone clearly amusing him, which nearly made you giggle again; luckily, you composed yourself, âIâm your real girlfriend now.â
His smile was large and dazzling and enchanting, his dark eyes tender as they looked about your face with what must have been all the happiness in the world. He leaned in a hair closer, forehead against yours once more as he whispered on your lips, âThatâs all I needed to hear, princess.â
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The Dos & Don'ts of Fake Dating | E.M. x reader | pt. 16
[chap fifteen] | [all chapters here]
Story Summary: You propose a crazy idea to the resident freak of Hawkins, Eddie Munson. But maybe he was even crazier for agreeing to itâŠ
notes & tropes: fem reader, slooow burn, faking dating, opposites attract, bratty rich bitch reader, super minor revenge plot, dysfunctional family dynamics, idiots-to-lovers, smut & nsfw themes
a/n: THIS chapter, yall! I created a super rough draft of this chapter waaay back in the first month of this fic's development and I'm so stoked that I finally got to come back to it after all this time!
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Chapter Sixteen
This year, Halloween fell on a Thursday, not that that was stopping any of Hawkinsâ teenage population from going absolutely all-out like they did every year. You suspected half of the student body was probably going to skip school tomorrow, considering that everyone seemed to be talking about Chanceâs party all damn week - clearly, Halloween was going to take precedence over classes and extracurriculars.
Although you had told Eddie youâd join the Hellfire Club again that night, you became anxious about it, which felt ridiculous - the more and more you replayed last weekâs session in your head, the more unsure you were, the more nervous you became. You had practically spilled to Eddie all the pent up shit youâd been feeling via the safety of the princess character, and just recalling it made your ears hot with embarrassment; you werenât about to let that happen again.
So, you called in a rain-check, making the excuse that you needed extra time to get ready for the party; Eddie teased you about his disappointment, although you could tell in his eyes that he was at least a little let down, even as he tried to play it cool. But, really, it also worked out that you gave yourself a couple extra hours, because you still hadnât figured out a costume despite spending all week trying to think of ideas. It was as if the mere act of trying to find inspiration garnered you with none at all, your mind constantly drawing a blank whenever asked what or who youâd dress up as.
Having waited till the absolute last minute to even try to find a costume, you sped to the nearest department store after school and tried to search for something amidst whatever remnants were left of the costume section. Despite your moaning and groaning as you dug through vampire capes and witchesâ hats, you managed to piece together an idea that, although not thrilling by your standards, was better than nothing at all.
You had also asked Eddie to dress up with you, to which he jokingly suggested a coupleâs costume just to watch you squirm at the thought. That idea was quickly shot down, as it was too cheesy even for your own liking. But Eddie assured you heâd come up with something, and thus both your costumes were going to be a surprise to one another.
Not wanting to be those assholes that were punctual to an event, you told Eddie to pick you up at eight - you wouldnât be the first people there, and that would, hopefully, give him enough time to wrap up with the Hellfire Club and get ready. So, once you returned home from the department store, you were still left with more time than you had expected, breezing past a couple of kids as they approached your house while trick-or-treating.
You worked at a leisurely pace as you fixed your make-up and fussed with your hair, making sure that your outfit looked just right, going so far as to smear fake blood on the front of your shirt. As you got ready, the ringing of the doorbell became more frequent, the trick-or-treaters coming in larger droves once the sun had finally set in the sky.
You were thankful that your mother enjoyed answering the door dozens of times to the sight of excited kids, because it meant you never got roped into the job. You were certain, though, that the children became a little less eager once they were presented with juice boxes instead of candy - despite your efforts to convince her to hand out sweets, she couldnât be swayed, insisting juice was a better alternative.
Once your costume was finally complete and you assessed yourself in the mirror, you had to admit that you were more satisfied with it than you had anticipated. Despite its simplicity, you figured it was still a recognizable character, so it didnât look completely half-assed and sloppily thrown together.
It also helped that the tight little shorts you were wearing made your legs look great - not that you were trying to draw someoneâs attention to them or anything.
Deciding you werenât interested in any kind of conversation (or rather, confrontation) with your parents, you lingered up in your room until Eddie finally arrived - considering all the trouble youâd gotten into over the past few weeks, you werenât all too interested in starting Halloween on a negative note. So, the moment that you spotted his van pulling up along the curb, careful to avoid trick-or-treaters, you practically ran out of the house; trailing behind you, you could hear the sound of your fatherâs voice, but you bounded out the front door before he could get a word in.
You dashed down the driveway, breezing past a couple of kids bemoaning the juice boxes your mother gave them; you rolled your eyes, knowing she would never change her Halloween habits. Feeling giddy, you and Eddie smiled simultaneously at one another as you climbed into the van. Once you were settled into your seat, Eddie looked you up and down in appraisal of your outfit, and you did the same.
âA pirate?â You questioned, taking in the flowy shirt, dark striped pants, and skull-and-crossbones bandana Eddie wore.
He was still trying to figure out what the hell your costume was - admittedly, the ripped shorts, tight blue flannel, and chunky boots werenât quite enough of a hint without your spooky accessories.
âAnd youâre, what, dead Daisy Duke?â He teased with a gleam in his eyes, chuckling as you shook your head as if on the defensive. You grabbed the bag you brought along with you, pulling out a hockey mask and faux machete, holding them out towards Eddie as if to make a point. He rolled his eyes in realization, his smile making you giddy, âJason Vorhees? You donât even like Friday the 13th.â
It took you by surprise that Eddie recalled that little bit of information about you, since it only came up once before during one of your horror movie rants; despite yourself, it made your heart flutter eagerly that he remembered something so trivial.
Pulling the mask on - but pushing it up so that it sat atop your head, exposing your face - you grinned triumphantly, pleased with your outfit and the way that Eddie may or may not have been staring at your legs, âVorhees is better than Daisy Duke.â
Eddie gave you an amused look before his gaze slowly roved over your body again - sure, heâd seen a lot of your body before, whether he meant to or not, but something about this outfit in particular caught his attention. Maybe it was the fact that it was unlike anything you usually wore, maybe it was the way this shirt drew attention to your cleavage, or maybe it was how damn good your legs looked. His eyes were making you antsy, but soon enough he shook his head with a grin.
âOh yeah, because adding a mask to the costume makes it totally different.â
âWhat, donât tell me youâd prefer Daisy Duke.â You teased flirtatiously back, even taking yourself aback with your bluntness. Eddie gave you some unidentifiable look in response before smirking to himself and pulling away from the curb. As he drove along, gleefully head banging to the metal album blasting through the speakers, you couldnât help but smile contently, taking the opportunity to assess his outfit more closely.
You had to admit, Eddie looked⊠kind of hot in this cheesy pirate get-up. Sure, you had already begrudgingly accepted that you always found him hot (and just the thought of it right now made your cheeks warm), but there was something absolutely charming about his costume of choice. His shirt exposed a long expanse of his chest, the bandana was far too attractive tied over his messy hair, and his customary jewelry only seemed to compliment the whole get-up. Eddie was frustratingly hot right now - but he didnât need to know that.
Arriving at the party took a bit of work, as the entire street in front of the Hunter house was packed full of cars, one after another along the expanse of the entire block. You could hear Eddie grumbling to himself as he slowed the van to a crawl in search of a place to park, trying not to hit your peers as they carelessly crossed the street. A smile teased across your lips, and as if he could tell, Eddie shot you a look from the corner of his eye, which only served to make you laugh.
âGeez, has no one heard of carpooling?â Eddie muttered, finally spotting an open space along the curb just a moment later.
âWhat, first high school party?â You teased as he struggled to parallel park, getting one more sharp look from him.
Eventually, Eddie figured it out, and the two of you climbed out of the van, the evening breeze causing goosebumps to break out across your skin; you tried to hide your shiver, knowing that complaining would be a moot point once you were inside amidst the cramped gathering of warm bodies. Whether he knew you were cold or not, Eddie nonetheless threw his arm around you, gaze wandering across the faces of other teens as well as the few remaining trick-or-treaters running about.
Appreciating the body warmth, you pressed a little closer into his side; feeling brave, you carefully, experimentally snaked your arm around his middle. The feel of your delicate fingers pressing into the fabric of his shirt drew Eddieâs gaze down to you, but you refrained from meeting his eyes, feeling stupidly nervous over such a small, simple gesture.
The music and noise from the party was seeping outside, the sound greeting you even before you set foot on the Huntersâ front walkway. A scattering of people had spilled out onto the lawn, you and Eddie drawing a couple of eyes, only for them to look away with disinterest a moment later.
And once youâd stepped over the threshold of the front door, the smell of weed hit you like a ton of bricks, the house hazy with smoke, pop music bumping loud enough that you could feel it vibrating in your chest. You had to pull yourself out from under Eddieâs arm just so you could lead him through the packed throngs of people, lightly grabbing his hand as you began to weave and maneuvering with a practiced ease; by now, youâd been to enough parties at the Hunter house that you knew exactly where you were going.
You made a beeline for the kitchen, knowing that the only appropriate way to start your evening was with a round of drinks. Both familiar and unfamiliar faces looked in your direction, some furrowing at Eddie, but most far too focused on having a good time to worry about who was attending the party. You glanced over your shoulder at Eddie, who was looking around the house with a wide-eyed intrigue, as if taken aback by just how big and wild this party already was; it made you smile fondly.
Finally entering the kitchen, it seemed as if the crowd occupying it was already well intoxicated, keeping realm over the drinks and meager party snacks. You had to shove someone aside a little just so you get to the island that was jammed with bottles and cans and red cups, finally taking your hand from Eddieâs so you could pick through your variety of options.
Although you kept picking up bottles and cans, you already knew the punch bowl full of jungle juice was calling your name; sure, that was the most stereotypical thing you couldâve picked at a damn high school party, but it always did a wonderful job of getting you absolutely plastered. You just wanted to see if anything else would possibly catch your attention.
Feeling Eddie lingering just behind you, you took a small step back into his torso so that he could hear you over the cacophonous noise; he dipped his head down, too, just for good measure, âYou looking to get trashed, or you taking it slow?â
You studied his features with a faint smile, enjoying the sight of him up close like this. Eddie looked between you and the kitchen island, eyes searching slowly; eventually, he leaned in closer, practically wrapping around you as he reached for a beer sitting in a bowl of half-melted ice. You delighted in the warmth of his body, trying not to shiver as you took a breath of his familiar, enticing scent. Trying to distract yourself, you quickly grabbed a cup and made for the punch bowl.
As you dunked your cup into the mixture of alcohol and juice, Eddie dutifully followed you, cracking open his can of beer as he teased, âSo, we have a couple of drinks and then we head out, right?â
Knowing he was still just a step behind, you nudged your shoulder back to bump Eddie in the chest, giving him a taunting look, âOh, youâre not getting out of this that easily.â
Spinning around to face him, you realized you were trapped between Eddie and the countertop; to hide any trepidation, you took a large swig from your cup, cringing at the diabetic amount of sugar and strange combination of flavors. Eddie laughed with a large smile at the clearly comical look on your face, and was it your imagination, or did he lean in just a little bit closer?
Eddie took a sip of his beer, gaze locked on yours even as he pressed the can to his lips, his eyes alight, âJust donât leave me alone with anyone boring, alright?â
You smiled back easily, brushing up against him as you squeezed past, âNo promisesâŠâ
And so began your evening, the both of you finishing off your first round of drinks quickly, leading into you convincing Eddie to take a couple of shots with you. Awaiting the buzz that would come soon enough, you dragged Eddie around the party, teasing that youâd make him dance eventually, which he quickly shot down, insisting that even you couldnât convince him to dance to the likes of Madonna or Prince.
Despite assuming youâd become totally ostracized from your previous social circles, people were always so much more open once theyâd gotten a few drinks in them, and so throughout the night you and Eddie would get caught in conversations - some people, youâd once been close to, others you were barely acquainted with. And the utter confusion on Eddieâs face only encouraged you, as he was fully unprepared for people to actually talk to him like a human being and not the freak they all acted like he was.
Somewhere along the way, Eddie disappeared and quickly reappeared with another round of drinks for you two, this time with a cup of his own rather than a lousy beer - you couldnât help but smile mischievously, eager to see that he was looking to get drunk alongside you. At another point in the night, someone tried to rope the two of you into trying some heavy drugs, and you aggressively told them to fuck off before dragging Eddie away.
Following much socializing and the drinking, you and Eddie eventually escaped into the backyard to get some air; you nearly tripped into the swimming pool, but luckily he was able to pull you back before you both went in, sharing a laugh at the near-miss. Somehow, you became engaged in a conversation with a bunch of band kids who seemed to feel a little out of place at the party - evidently, one of them had dragged the others along, but they werenât all that interested in being here. Eddie seemed drawn to this crowd now that he knew they felt just as odd as he did, quickly settling into one of the free chairs in the circle. You settled for sitting on the arm of it rather than dragging another chair over, Eddie having to steady you more than once now that the alcohol was making you sway a little.
As Eddie became absorbed in a conversation about instruments that completely went over your head, you took that opportunity to wander back inside for more drinks upon realizing both you and Eddie were carrying around empty cups. And although you swayed a little once you were back on your feet, you insisted that you didnât need any help, that Eddie stayed put and continued enjoying the company of the band kids.
Pushing through your peers with your senses dulled, you wondered if Eddie thought you were more drunk than you were, and in turn you wondered if he was drunk, too, and just doing a damn good job of hiding it. And then you realized that you had the same line of thought at the last party the two of you attended together, your neck growing hot at the memory.
Back in the kitchen and making your way towards the punch bowl, someone came up alongside you while saying your name tentatively, prompting you to look over with a furrow of your brow. It was only Janet, dressed in a cute little Wonder Woman costume, but considering that youâd barely spoken a word to each other in recent weeks, you couldnât help but feel hesitation at her presence.
Nonetheless, you were just drunk enough that you tried to shove that worry aside, giving Janet something of a kind look as you greeted her. The music seemed even louder than it was before, so you two had to duck your heads close together just to hear one another; as if presenting a peace offering, Janet held up a couple shots for the two of you to share.
âYou here with Amelia?â You sneered your ex-best friendâs name, but Janet promptly shook her head; you downed your shots in unison.
âShe and Duncan left a while ago - I imagine to go egg some houses.â Janet responded with disapproval; sheâd never been one for pranks, and so it was always a surprise that she hung out with the likes of you, Amelia, and the rest of your crowd.
âHow much do you wanna bet my house is one of their targets?â You asked rhetorically, finding some ease in the presence of your old friend; or maybe it was your inebriation making you less guarded than youâd usually be.
Janet gave you an unsure look, not wanting to say one way or another if she suspected that theyâd do that. You refilled both your cup and Eddieâs, which prompted Janet to get a drink of her own; it made you wonder if Janet was hoping to catch you drunk, knowing that you were so much easier to talk to with a bit of alcohol in you.
Biting her lip, Janet looked at you tentatively, âCan we⊠hang out for a few minutes? Just you and me?â
You wanted to agree, but nonetheless made a suspicious face, âThis isnât a trick, is it?â
Janetâs eyes widened, and she quickly shook her head, growing nervous, âNo no no, not a trick, I promise.â
You looked between her eyes for a moment, seeking out a lie; after a moment, you held your pinky out to her with a faint smile on your lips. Janet quickly hooked her pinky with yours, holding your gaze just to ensure that you knew she wasnât messing with you.
With a decided nod, the two of you settled into the breakfast nook, forced to sit close shoulder-to-shoulder thanks to the tableâs other occupants. Once more, you ducked your heads together to hear one another over all the noise.
âI miss you.â Janet admitted as if it would somehow upset you, âThings are different without you; Amelia and Duncan are becoming unbearable.â
âThen ditch them.â You slurred as if the idea was the simplest thing in the world - and for you, it had been. But Janet huffed indecisively.
âI canât,â You were about to argue, but she continued before you got the chance, â we graduate in May, I really donât want to find a new crowd to spend time with till then.â
Your brow furrowed as if the answer was obvious, âIf youâre looking for someone to sit with at lunch or whatever, just hang with us.â
The face Janet pulled seemed on the verge of condescending, âNo offense, but Iâm not going to put myself in that position.â
âNone taken.â You took a long swig of your drink, getting a little grumpy over the fact that this seemingly serious conversation was happening now; was a Halloween party really the only time that Janet could make this happen?
Seeing the way your face turned down, Janet quickly added, âYou know I wonât fit in with your new friends.â
You shrugged, taking another sip of juice, âI didnât think so either, but itâs not so bad; Eddie certainly helps.â
Janetâs expression softened, âYeah, but I donât have an Eddie.â
âI donât either,â you thought ironically, staring into the contents of your cup for a moment. You could feel Janetâs eyes attempting to read you, studying your features thoughtfully and empathetically.
âYou actually really like him, donât you?â She asked, the question taking you by surprise - did she know that the two of you were lying? You forced yourself to focus, meeting her eyes as if silently asking her to elaborate, âI mean, we all thought maybe you were messing with us at some point, but youâre really into him.â
âWell⊠yeah.â You answered dumbly, unable to contain a drunken giggle - that was the first time you had actually said so out loud without the guise of D&D to hide behind. If you hadnât been drinking, you probably wouldâve held your tongue. Under Janetâs thoughtful eyes, your cheeks grew hot, and as you considered your ever increasing crush on Eddie, you nearly sighed as you longed to wonder what he actually thought of you, too.
After what felt like an eternity - although that was probably just the alcohol talking - Janet smiled, amused by your evident longing, âYou seem⊠different with him. In a good way, I mean.â
You downed more of your drink with something of a sad smile, but you couldnât let her know that this relationship wasnât real, so you hoped she hadn't noticed it. You put on your best look of confidence, âI guess, yeah. Less bitchy, thatâs for sure.â
The two of you shared a small laugh, Janet looking away from your eyes, âWell, I didnât want to put it that wayâŠâ
You studied her for a moment, feeling yourself growing a little more dizzy as the alcohol continued to slowly seep in, âJan⊠can we do this another time?â
She appeared hurt, and you couldâve kicked yourself for it.
âNo, I mean,â you took a breath through your nose, trying to figure out a better way of saying it, âLetâs catch up sober, you know?â
That was something you never would have suggested with a clear head, but admittedly this conversation made you realize that it was nice to have someone outside of Eddie to talk to sometimes. Sure, a couple months ago you thought that Janet was a part of the problem, that she was one of the many factors causing you to want to rip your hair out, and yet, this couple of minutes alone together was refreshing.
Janetâs smile was large and dazzling in response, and she nodded excitedly, âMaybe Iâll call you this weekend?â
You nodded back, and after a short round of farewells, Janet took off to join whoever she may have been here with. You returned to the drinks, refilling your cups before heading back out to find Eddie, hoping he hadnât been worried over where you were.
Although the party had died down just a little, the place was still loud and the house was still just as crowded as ever. While pushing your way past people, you could feel your drunkenness throughout your body, but compared to previous parties, it seemed manageable enough, though that could change at the drop of a hat.
When you finally stepped back outside again, you were relieved to see Eddie sitting exactly where you left him, still intently focusing on the group of band kids; now, however, they were all passing around a joint, everyoneâs energy a little more relaxed than when you left them. All the seats were now occupied as more people joined in on the smoke session, but you were too focused on Eddie to really notice; careful not to trip over yourself and topple into the pool, you went to join them again.
Once Eddieâs eyes found yours, the two of you smiled fondly at one another, your expression probably far too eager compared to his relaxed, stoned face. You couldnât help but find amusement in it, eager to see how different he may act now that he was crossfaded, although he seemed to be keeping it together.
âTook you long enough.â He teased keenly once you within earshot; you shot him a chaff look before setting the drinks on the table in the middle of everyone, managing to spill one of them a little. As you cursed to yourself, Eddie laughed while studying you for a brief moment, âDid you get drunker?â
Catching the way his words slurred ever so slightly, you gave him a taunting grin with narrowed eyes, âDid you?â
You giggled as if you found your question oh-so amusing, looking around for a moment only to finally realize all the seats were taken. Your lips turned down briefly as your attention fell back towards Eddie, who raised a challenging brow at you; was that expression in regards to your observation, or was he just being goofy? And why was he challenging you, if thatâs in fact what his brow was conveying?
With your own decided look, you settled into Eddieâs lap without any warning, feeling the way he tensed in surprise; you were situated so that you could continue to look at his face, drinking in his features slowly as if the others around you were all but forgotten. He stared back at you, eyes a little wide, clearly still taken aback that you made the move to get this close to him. Again, you were struck with the thought that this wouldnât have happened if you were just a little more sober.
You must have swayed some, because Eddie settled his hand gently on your back to steady you, his eyes locked with yours as if unable to look away; you grinned at him fondly. After a few moments of deep thought and some confusion, he smiled back with a hint of nerves, before allowing his attention to drift back to the conversation that had been going on around you. In the next moment, the joint had made its way back to Eddie, and you both took quick puffs before passing it on.
You tried to follow whatever discussion was happening, but there were enough overlapping voices that after a while you could no longer tell what the subject even was; rather, it seemed that half a dozen conversations were happening all at once, everyone else seamlessly gliding between them. And somewhere amidst it all, you managed to finish both your drink and half of Eddieâs, which he didnât seem all that interested in finishing now that he was getting high as a kite.
Once the joint had made it back to you a second time and you took a deeper drag, you dropped your head to rest atop Eddieâs shoulder, feeling emboldened by the drinks, the drugs, and the desire for him. You didnât notice that he was watching you from the corner of his hooded, red eyes, inhaling your scent while simultaneously wondering why you were being so soft and tender with him.
Eddieâs cheek pressed a little to the crown of your head as he teased in a whisper, âDonât tell me youâre already tired.â
âNo.â You insisted, wanting to lift your head so you could look him in the eye, but enjoying the position you were in far too much for that. A thought crossed your mind, and you furrowed your brow at it, âAre you just trying to get out of here?â
Eddie lifted his head, allowing you to meet his dark eyes and become practically hypnotized by them. He shook his head at you simply, to which you grinned, âNo⊠This is nice, actually.â
You leaned in close towards his face with a triumphant look, âI told you this would be fun.â
He smiled back fondly, even as he rolled his eyes at you, âDonât let it go to your head, princess; you canât be right all the time.â
âJust most of the time.â You taunted, realizing with confusion that one of your hands was delicately fussing with the fabric of his shirt. When did you start doing that?
Your eyes trailed down the open collar of his shirt, enjoying the sight of his skin; thoughtlessly, your hand traveled up his torso to tease at the hem of the collar, which made Eddie tense yet again. A smirk ghosted across your lips as you met his gaze again flirtatiously.
âWhat, afraid of touching me?â Your boldness made Eddie blanch in surprise, and from the corner of your eye you spotted the way his free hand clenched into a fist. As if to make a point, you reached for it and set it comfortably atop your thigh before returning your attentive stare to his face.
Finding his voice, Eddie licked his dry lips and responded simply, âYou donât like when people touch you.â
You didnât miss a beat as you said, âI like when you do.â
Eddieâs heart drummed wildly in his chest; god, he wished you two werenât crossfaded right now. He knew coming to this party meant repeating shit that happened at the last one, that it would make things even more confusing and overly complicated. Even since homecoming night heâd been nervously wondering what the hell was going on between you two; so many interactions had felt charged with things unsaid, had felt tense with something he couldnât quite put his finger on.
And now this? The way you looked at him as if he were the sun, the way you touched his chest as if you didnât want to break him? Suddenly, Eddie realized that maybe this shit wasnât pretend anymore. If he hadnât been quite so inebriated, he could have kept you at arm's length, could have made sure that nothing was going to happen tonight.
But Eddie wasnât sober, and neither were you, and he was damn near ready to let just about anything happen between you two.
âHey, Munson,â Someone urged with a nudge to Eddieâs shoulder, pulling the both of you out of your shared reverie. Eddie blinked a few times to reorient himself before looking at the kid next to him, who held out the nearly finished joint. As if in a slight daze, Eddie took it, eyes drifting back to yours while slowly bringing the joint to his mouth.
You couldnât help but bite your lip as you watched Eddie through hooded eyes. It was as if everything was in slow motion; the way the joint glowed a beautiful orange as he deeply inhaled, chest rising as he held the smoke in and blindly offered the joint to the person next to him, too wrapped up in the way you were ogling him to pull his eyes away.
The intensity in the way Eddie held your gaze was like a magnet, and really you werenât sure which of you leaned in first, or if you two had done so in-sync. Your hands trailed up Eddieâs torso, cupping his cheeks tenderly as his fingers squeezed hungrily into your thigh; your noses brushed, still gazing at one another before, finally, no distance was left between you.
Your lips locked in an aching, open-mouthed kiss, Eddie sighing as the smoke slowly rolled from his lungs into yours. Your grip on his face tightened as you became wrapped up in the taste of weed and booze and the smell of his skin, his hands possessively clinging to you as if afraid to let go now that he had you.
As smoke began to trail from your nose, your lips became firm and insistent against Eddieâs, a desperate little sound humming in your throat. A rush of warmth flooded through you and pooled at your center as Eddie held you even tighter, kissing you as if you were the goddamn air he breathed, with a sloppy fervor that made your head spin. His lips were intoxicating, more so than anything youâd consumed all night, and your fingers began to tangle in his hair with a near lustful aggression, to which he moaned lowly into the kiss.
âJesus, will you two get a room,â Someone in the group commented in a tone that was both disgusted and amused, causing laughter to peel out amongst your peers. You were almost too consumed by Eddie to even notice, but luckily he had enough sense about him to pull his lips from yours with a slight pop, his eyes shooting in the direction of whoever interrupted you.
Catching your breath, you stared at Eddieâs face as if to steady yourself, practically dizzy. Slowly, you looked around the group; some of them were trying to ignore your disgusting display of affection, some were too high to even notice in the first place, though a couple of people stared back at you with varying degrees of interest. The boy that you assumed interrupted you had a bit of a twist to his brow, and so you made a defiant face back at him; Eddie huffed out a slight laugh at it, which drew your lusty eyes back to him.
His stare was so damn dark and intense that it nearly took you aback, eyes practically black with desire; aside from that, you couldnât quite guess what thoughts and feelings were swirling about his head. You studied his face for a moment, fingers delicately tracing their way back down his cheeks and neck to rest comfortably atop his shoulders; on the small of your back, his hand twitched a little.
Eddie continued to eye you closely, gaze carving a path of complicated desire from your head to your toe as if determined to see each and every bit of you. You were shockingly speechless, unable to even find your words thanks to the nerves in your stomach, mind swirling with weed and alcohol and a conflict of want. When Eddieâs eyes returned to yours yet again, bloodshot and hooded, there was a decided look about them.
âCome on.â He said in a husky voice; you gave a faint nod in response before rising to your feet, swaying a little upon standing. Eddieâs hands quickly grabbed yours to keep you steady, concern flashing across his eyes at how you nearly toppled over; his thumbs brushed the back of your hands in small circles, something so tender that it surprised you.
You tugged on Eddieâs hands, a silent indicator that you were fine and it was his turn to stand. As he rose to his feet, a hint of a devilish smile flashed across his lips, and he spared a quick look around the group; you could see that, even inebriated, he was about to act the showman that he usually was.
âTill next time, ladies and gents.â He said in lieu of a farewell, his tone both suggestive and teasing, as he let you pull him away from the crowd with a giggle.
Making your way back into the house, you barely noticed that the party was slowly beginning to dwindle, barely noticed that the music had gotten a little quieter and the smoky haze wasnât nearly as thick; your mind was far too preoccupied with Eddie, wanting to drag his lips back to yours as soon as possible.
As Eddie took the lead and began to guide you past other partygoers, you realized you didnât know what his plan was or where he was taking you; considering that heâd never been to the Hunter house before, you figured he didnât have a clue either. You held firm to his arm as Eddie led you down a hall, a drunken smirk crossing your lips as he looked back at you with a dark glint in his eyes.
He pushed open an ajar door, pulling you into what must have been an office considering the heavy, rich wooden desk and bookshelves. Closing the door behind you, Eddie didnât bother with the lights, guiding you blindly until your rear bumped the edge of the desk; he braced his palms on either side of you, pinning you there. His head dipped down close to yours, foreheads practically brushing as he looked between your eyes despite the darkness, once more trying to make sense of something.
From this close, you could make out the curve of Eddieâs lips and the shadowed panes of his face; you bit the inside of your cheek, nervous yet eager, waiting to see what he planned to do or say now that he had you alone. Suddenly, you were feeling a hint more sober, as if the crowd was your safety blanket that had been abruptly taken from you, leaving you to fend for yourself under Eddie's intense stare.
âWhy do you keep kissing me?â He asked in a low, almost needy voice that made you shiver, drawing your eyes back to his.
You licked your lips, torn now that you were confronted with the question so blatantly. The moments ticked by slowly as you ran through the endless ways of answering that; as if you could feel Eddie raising an impatient brow at you, you took a deep breath in preparation.
âBecause I like to.â You answered oh-so simply, and yet the weight of the words felt heavy as ever between you two. You could hear the sharp breath Eddie took in response, knowing his eyes still bore into yours despite you struggling to make out his face in the dark.Â
âWhy?â It was asked as if he were at odds with himself, as if there was so much more he wanted to say but chose not you.Â
 You dropped your gaze, staring at what you could see of Eddie's chest in the darkness, swallowing nervously; you were so ill-prepared to be having this discussion. Was there something in the air, because this was the second time you were cornered for a serious talk despite it being Halloween night.
Feeling your apprehension, Eddie sighed as if he understood exactly what was going on in your head. He leaned in even closer, his breath hot on your face, and you took a deep inhale at just how close to his lips were to yours; was he taunting you, antagonizing you so that you'd finally explain yourself to him? You sighed at the sensation of his lips needily ghosting against yours, feeling the way he smiled at the sound. Suddenly, you wished that youâd made one more stop in the kitchen - a shot would do wonders for your nerves right about now.
God, the temptation to reach up and kiss him again was insane, despite another part of you wanting to retreat from this entire conversation, far too nervous and worked up. It was as if Eddie could tell you were growing antsy, because he moved in even closer, pinning you against the desk; your breath hitched at the feel of his body practically on top of yours.
âGonna leave me hanging, princess?â He asked in a low voice. You leaned back a little as if that could somehow create distance between the two of you, but you already knew it was a moot point. Eddieâs arms moved in even closer on either side of you, his knuckles grazing against your hips as he kept you trapped. In a meager effort to bolster yourself, you crossed your arms and tried to raise your chin confidently, despite the wild beating of your heart in your chest; you could just see the glint of light off Eddieâs teeth as he smiled at your nerves.
You finally found your voice, trying to sound brave, âWhy do you kiss me back?â
A laugh sounded in Eddieâs throat, as if the answer was blatantly obvious and he didnât have to say it. He shook his head, eyes shining in the sliver of moonlight as he looked at you; his expression was deathly serious, and yet, you could see a pleased look as he responded, âBecause I like to.â
The repeating of your own words made you shiver, warmth pooling in your center as you sharply inhaled. Your arms slacked, falling to your sides, fingertips brushing against Eddieâs forearms. You tried to swallow the nervous lump in your throat as his answer began to feel heavier and heavier the more you thought about it.
Did he just⊠admit that he felt the same way as you? And did he understand all the implications in your own confession? Or had you not made yourself clear enough, did Eddie misunderstand this as purely a physical thing going on between you two? The overthinking was already driving you mad.
You opened your mouth, but no words came out - you werenât even sure what you wanted to say, really, because you had about a hundred things already swirling around in your head. Eddie was still so close, his body heat practically enveloping you, his mouth mere inches away, taunting you and enticing you.
Licking your lips, you finally managed to ask in a tone that was both wanting and uneasy, âThen⊠this isnât fake?â
You could hear the smile in Eddieâs voice as he whispered, âYou tell me, princess.â
You practically shivered again, tempted to drag his lips back to yours hungrily, but your head was still spinning. Every interaction with Eddie up to this point suddenly came under your scrutiny - each and every glance and laugh and brush of your hands, all the time you spent together, all the things said between you.
Suddenly, you wondered if this had ever truthfully been fake, considering that, in a way, you and Eddie had gone through the exact motions anyone would when they started dating. The time spent alone, getting to know one another, sharing secrets with each other, having in-jokes and things only the two of you could laugh at - was that not dating? Hell, even the times you kissed - whether drunken or for show - were never truly false, at least not on your part.
Eddie could feel all your nerves and anxieties spilling out of you, a tension building the longer you considered everything, the longer you hesitated to answer; it was making him apprehensive, too, wondering if maybe he fucked up just now, wondering if this wasnât the right time or way to admit his feelings. He tried so hard to be confident about it, to make things a little more clear, but why was he starting to feel like he fumbled that?
You laughed smally, unexpectedly, causing Eddie to furrow his brow despite knowing you couldnât see his face in the dark. Although you were edgy and tense, you tipped your head back a little, knowing that you were but a breath away from Eddie as you laughed airily again as if amused by something. Feeling the question in his energy, you bit the inside of your cheek before speaking again.
âShouldâve known that D&D game was suspiciousâŠâ You whispered with good humor, shaking your head as you recalled the way you two had used the safety of your characters to communicate with one another. Eddie, too, chuckled smally, his forehead unintentionally brushing against yours as he looked down.
âI figured you were just playing along.â
âNo.â You murmured, faintly shaking your head again. Now that you were already being vulnerable, you plucked up a little more courage, taking a deep breath before asking, âWhat was that song?â
Eddieâs curls tickled against your skin, âSong?â
You smiled tensely, âThe, uh⊠song from that night in the van.â
Eddie straightened up with surprise, though you instantly assumed you fucked up somehow by asking. Your eyes grew wide, half expecting him to back away from you, hands about ready to reach out and grab him before he could make a retreat. But instead, he chuckled devilishly, turning his face up towards the ceiling as a deep exhale passed between his lips.
âOh, I knew it.â Eddie seemed to be muttering to himself before trying to find your eyes again in the dark; there was a sudden jittery quality to his energy, a sudden electricity sparking off of him, âI knew you remembered.â
And before you had the chance to answer him, Eddie swooped in, hungrily capturing your lips with his own in a fierce kiss as his body pinned you against the desk. Your heart stuttered wildly, momentarily frozen in surprise before your senses came back to you.
Feverish and needy, you flung your arms tightly around Eddieâs neck, kissing him with all the pent up desire that youâd been harboring for weeks. Your nails scratched at the base of his skull, causing him to moan while tightly winding his arms around your middle, hands firm and greedy against the small of your back. His touch was fucking intoxicating, body warm against yours, lips desperate and zealous; it put your mind in a frenzy, your senses on high as a coil began to tighten in your stomach.
You broke away for a split second, hopping up onto the desk before dragging Eddieâs lips back to yours as if you needed him to breathe, spreading your knees so that he could slot himself between them. He sighed achingly at the way your thighs tightened on either side of him, your ankles hooking around the back of his legs as if to lock him there.
Eddieâs kisses were fierce and full of yearning, fingers digging into your skin as he slipped his tongue past your lips; with an eager moan, you rolled your body against his, hands winding tightly in his hair. You could feel the way his breath hitched, which only encouraged you to grind your hips again, nice and deep and slow; a groan rumbled in his throat at your taunting, hands flexing as if he wanted to touch you everywhere all at once.
God, you wished that youâd pulled your head out of your ass sooner so you could've been kissing Eddie unabashed all this time; you fit together so damn perfectly, bodies melding together and lips locked with matched intensity as if you were made for each other. Your center felt tight and your toes curled, your knees weak and mouth needy as you clung to Eddie as if you planned on never letting go.
Is this how it was supposed to feel - passionate and untamed and ardent, as if you were fucking burning for him? Youâd never wanted anything the way that you craved Eddie right now, and this mad desire was making your head spin.
Eddie tried to pull his lips from yours, but you hungrily gave chase, continuing to kiss him even as he smiled and laughed at your desperation; he cupped your cheeks tenderly in his hands just so he could hold you back, gaze attempting to find yours in the dark of the room. You caught your breath together, chests heaving deeply, the sound of the party just on the other side of the door bringing you back to yourself.
Sliding his hands down your neck and arms, Eddie grabbed your wrists and tugged you off the desk, blindly guiding you through the dark. He captured your lips in a sloppy kiss, causing you to laugh as the two of you fumbled about the room until he evidently found what he was searching for - Eddie fell back into a chair and dragged you along with him. You nearly gasped in surprise as you plopped into his lap, readjusting until you were straddling him, all the while refraining from breaking out of the kiss.
Eddieâs hungry moans and wandering hands made you shiver, pressing desperately against his body and kissing him deeply. You rolled your hips rousingly, the twitch of his cock causing a delighted sound to hum in your throat; Eddieâs fingers dug into your waist, holding you tight as he pressed up against you with a hint of trepidation, as if he wasnât quite sure of himself. You laughed faintly at his uncertainty, swiping your tongue along his lower lip encouragingly as you clung a little tighter to him.
You rutted your hips again, slower and more assertive, practically sighing at the feel of Eddie growing harder beneath you. The desire for him stirred memories of your wet dream, moaning as you felt that coil winding tight again, pressing yourself more firmly against Eddie; he muttered longingly into your lips, words incoherent and broken up by the severity of your kiss.
You pulled away from Eddieâs lips, pressing your forehead to his as you caught your breath and twisted your fingers in his hair. Slowly, you grinded your body against his, each roll of your hips deep and wanton, feeling your desire already growing slick between your legs. The moan that left your mouth was vulgar when Eddie pressed himself up against you, your head tipping back at your bodyâs eager response.
Eddieâs lips forged a hot trail down your neck, one hand sliding up the back of your shirt while the other squeezed your thigh; it was as if electricity was shooting through you, faintly gasping as his teeth nipped uncertainly against your skin. Emboldened, you began rutting your hips against Eddieâs cock at a tantalizing pace, the friction so damn good even between all these layers of fabric. When he moaned against your neck, it only made you grind a little harder, toes curling as you tugged eagerly at his hair.
Had the weeks of build up really made you this sensitive? You were fully clothed and dry humping, yet already your pussy was clenching, your arousal growing with each breath and kiss and grind as if you were a goddamn virgin. And the way Eddie clung to you, the way he moaned and sighed with such yearning, was making it that much harder to keep it together - his hitched breaths and grabbing hands only encouraged you to chase that insatiable desire of yours.
You impatiently untangled your fingers from Eddieâs hair, fussing with the buttons down the front of your shirt, grumbling a little when you struggled with some of them; you could feel the way he smiled into your kiss with amusement. Once the shirt had been discarded, you excitedly cupped Eddieâs cheeks, kissing him deeply and earnestly, body pressed against his with such pining that one might think you were afraid heâd disappear. His hands were hot against your back, sliding from your shoulder blades down to your waist, his fingertips seemingly memorizing the feel of your skin; when they grazed the sensitive spot on your lower back, you arched into him with a sharp inhale, and so he held you even tighter.
You broke away from Eddieâs lips again, gazing down at him through hooded eyes, finally able to make out his features a little better thanks to the moonlight; he looked back up at you with such awe that your grinding stuttered, taken aback by the way he drank you in. His parted lips were inviting you back in for a kiss, but you were far too enthralled in the sight of him, enjoying the lustful look on his face as you tried to find a deeper rhythm for your hips.
The whispering of your name in Eddieâs mouth made you gasp amorously, his tone low and doting like it was a goddamn prayer. Your hands held firmer on either side of his neck as you tried not to come undone right then and there, so damn easily that it was near maddening. Eddieâs head dropped back against the chair cushion when your grinding became a little more feverish, hands gripping your hips so tight that you thought it may bruise. You pressed your hot center even more salaciously against the thick outline of his cock, the both of you moaning even more shamelessly in unison.
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head once you found that perfect angle of your hips, the stimulation against your clit making you gasp more wildly and cling to Eddie more desperately. Your toes began to curl as your back arched, keeping at your erotic rhythm now that you could feel yourself getting closer and closer at near whiplash speed. Eddie, too, tried to match the grinding of his hips to yours, chasing after the mounting pleasure with deep moans and clinging hands, incoherent words of rapture falling past his lips.
âFuck, wait-- wait--â Eddie abruptly dug his fingers into your skin, holding firm in an attempt to stop the rutting of your hips, to push you away from his cock. You whined indecently at the loss of friction, searching Eddieâs face in the dark with a confused - even a little galled - furrow of your brow. He panted heavily, head still resting back and hands still holding you desperately as he tried to compose himself.
A breathy laugh passed Eddieâs lips before he finally lifted his head to meet your eyes, a hooded look of contentment across his face. The corner of his mouth pulled into a smile as one of his hands trailed up your side, fingers gentle against your neck and jaw as he studied you; your expression was still a little confused and selfish as you took him in.
âYou got me way too close,â He said airily, tone amused yet still lustful; he took another deep, grounding breath, âreally didnât want to make a mess of myself at a damn party.â
Eddie laughed again almost as if he was in disbelief, and you couldnât help but giggle as well, grabbing either side of his face and holding him tenderly. The way he looked up at you with some kind of amazement made you squirm, his unabashed look of awe feeling nearly unwarranted. You licked your lips and swallowed, finding your voice again.
âLetâs go, then.â You answered simply, tone husky with desire; you leaned in a little closer, lips hovering just an inch away from his. Eddieâs fingers flexed against you, his sigh brushing across your cheeks. You pulled him in for one more eager, firm kiss, as if you needed it to hold you over till the two of you were long gone from this Halloween party.
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The Dos & Don'ts of Fake Dating | E.M. x reader | pt. 15
[chap fourteen] | [all chapters here]
Story Summary: You propose a crazy idea to the resident freak of Hawkins, Eddie Munson. But maybe he was even crazier for agreeing to itâŠ
notes & tropes: fem reader, slooow burn, faking dating, opposites attract, bratty rich bitch reader, super minor revenge plot, dysfunctional family dynamics, idiots-to-lovers, smut & nsfw themes
a/n: Yes it has been nearly 2 months since I've posted, this chapter was giving me a hard time đ But I finally fought off the writer's block, and now we're only a few more chapters away from the end!
wc: 5.9k
Chapter Fifteen
âI canât believe I let you drag me into this.â You grumbled as Eddie guided you through the school hallways, to which he gave you a dazzlingly mocking smile. That self-satisfied grin was practically ear-to-ear as he looked down at you, his face alight with such glee that you briefly felt the temptation to smack the look away in retaliation.
âYou didnât have to come along.â Eddie answered with a mischievous glint in his eyes, and you pulled a face at him; you were always amused by Eddieâs antics, even the ones that annoyed you, such as this.
âYou say that, but I didnât really have a choice, did I?â You countered smartly. Eddieâs grip on your hand tightened a little just to torment you.
âOne night of D&D for one night at a Halloween party, I think that sounds fair enough. And I came up with a very special campaign just for you, princess, it would be a shame if you missed it.â
He gave you a taunting, perhaps even flirtatious look, and you couldnât help your surprise - was he just saying that, or had he actually created a campaign simply because he was counting on you being there? Regardless, he made a good point, although you abhorred to admit it.
Yesterday afternoon, youâd overheard some of your peers excitedly talking about a Halloween party coming up next week, and it caught your attention - you loved parties and you loved Halloween too much not to become curious.
So, you eavesdropped, getting what details you could. The party was hosted by Chance Hunter, whose family was very well known for their parties - it started with his oldest brother back when he was still in school, and the tradition continued with the middle brother and finally Chance. For the past ten years, everyone at Hawkins High knew a party at the Hunter house meant getting absolutely trashed and totally fucked up.
Youâd had your own share of wild memories from past parties hosted by Chance - not good memories necessarily, but undeniably chaotic ones. Getting into spats with people after drinking too much, trying coke for the first time - parties hosted by the Hunters were total mayhem, and yet you all kept going back for more like a bunch of sadists.
So, having heard all the details about the party coming up next week, you insisted to Eddie that the two of you had to go, that he had to experience at least one party at the Huntersâ before he graduated. And he was not wholly eager to go to a high school party, although you insisted it wasnât like any shit heâd probably seen before. It took some back-and-forth for you to get him to agree, but only if you came to a session with the Hellfire Club; you had laughed at the idea before you realized that he was being deathly serious. You were half-tempted to say the party wasnât worth it, but then Eddie seemed to look actually disappointed, so you begrudgingly agreed so that you didn't hurt his feelings too much.
This god damn crush was going to be the death of you.
Thus, here you were, entering the drama room to the sight of everyone else already sitting around a table, a bit of a sneer on your face as they looked back at you with surprised confusion. You could practically feel how large Eddieâs smile was as he dragged you across the room, eagerly pulling up a chair for you, although the seat was dwarfed in comparison to the stupid throne at the head of the table; if this werenât the theatre room, youâd wonder why the fuck Eddie had a throne in the first place.
âHowâd you convince her to come here?â Grant asked with a laugh, to which you glared; the group of boys was starting to grow accustomed to your presence and, unfortunately, that meant they also werenât quite as scared of you as they once were. Nor were you quite as annoyed by them as you used to be.
âMuch persuasion.â Eddie responded in a comedic, low voice, as if he were already getting into character as Dungeon Master; the title made you burst out laughing when he first said it, to which you received a sharp glare.
Really, Eddie didnât think youâd agree to come along when he first mentioned this - he threw out the Dungeons and Dragons suggestion because he figured youâd say âno,â that youâd rather skip a good party than be even a spectator to his hobby. Considering what happened at the last party you two attended together, Eddie was initially anxious about what could happen should you go to another; he enjoyed kissing you far too much, and he worried that if given another opportunity to do so, heâd have a much harder time keeping himself together.
Prior to that party at Rickâs place, Eddie already knew he was royally screwed - his crush on you had developed so damn quickly that it nearly gave him whiplash. Despite the fact that you were mean just for the sake of it, that you were frigid half the time, that you were stubborn and willing to fight with him⊠Eddie had still managed to fall for you like a total sap.
From that first âdateâ when you two actually found things to laugh about together, Eddie was already growing charmed by you, and even at the time he knew that was a dangerous thing. And as the weeks carried on, it only became easier for Eddie to see you as his - you actually went to his bandâs gigs, you were open to trying new things with him, you willingly apologized to him despite it clearly being a near impossible task for you. Eddie knew better than to catch feelings for you, but in the span of only a few short weeks he was head over heels.
And really, heâd always thought you were gorgeous, which didnât help the situation any - Eddie shouldnât have let your pretty face get to him, but he just couldnât help himself.Â
He noticed you from the first moment you sat down at the desk in front of him in history class back in â82; you collapsed into the seat with an annoyed huff at something, flipping your hair so that it fell onto the notebook that he was doodling in. Your carelessness had irked Eddie, especially because you always seemed to be invading his space - an irony, considering that he learned later of your disdain for being touched. Your hair or your elbow were always on his desk. Sure, he couldâve said something to you about it, but he had found enjoyment in the scent of your shampoo and the way your elbow would accidentally nudge his hand, prompting you to jump a little and quickly yank your arm to your side.
Hell, the one time Eddie walked into the classroom to find you sitting on his desk while caught up in conversation, it made him nervous; although heâd built this reputation for himself of being a freak willing to say and do anything, he couldnât find it in his power to ask you to simply move. You were so cold, hence the nickname bestowed upon you by peers, and he found that quality to be both terrifying and hypnotizing at the same time.
Then there was that day when you accidentally knocked over your bag when the bell rang, and Eddie immediately jumped to help collect your scattered belongings without a second thought. While others stepped around the two of you, you watched in surprise as the resident freak picked up pens and erasers, a stray tube of lipstick in a color that was now discontinued. It was the first time Eddie got to see your genuine smile, and he was riding that high for the rest of the week. It had only lasted for a split second because your friends were calling you to hurry up, but you gave him that dazzling smile, not even saying a word as you then breezed past him and out the door.
Back then, Eddie had enough wherewithal to avoid ever developing feelings for you - you were bitchy, you had an attitude problem, and you were prone to rudeness constantly. You made it easy for him, in that respect - he could look at your pretty face all he wanted, but feel no desire to get to know you any better. So what if you had an amazing smile and he loved the smell of your hair? Eddie didnât need to get hung up on a popular girl with seemingly no redeeming qualities.
Following that school year, Eddie figured it was just a crush-by-proximity - you two hadnât had a class together after that, so he never saw you and, therefore, never really thought about you. And so it stayed that way, until this year - when he saw you sitting in math class on that first day of school, he was briefly reminded of the sweet smell of your shampoo, of that smile that heâd never seen on your face again. But that was that, or so Eddie thought.
Seeing you, the ice princess, waiting for him at the picnic table on that fateful day was nearly startling to him; heâd already guessed that the note in his locker was from some preppy chick if the handwriting was any indicator, but for whatever damn reason you hadnât even crossed his mind. You made him feel nervous immediately, although he was never going to let that on. No, he played up his confidence and his antics, keeping you on your toes so that he wouldnât feel so damn anxious around you and your cruel stare.
Hell, before that meeting at the picnic tables, heâd never really taken notice of the charming sound of your voice or the pretty color of your eyes, but then those things immediately became all he could think about. Eddie knew he shouldnât have agreed to your crazy idea, but for whatever damn reason, he couldnât turn you down; even then, a part of him wanted to give you everything he possibly could, as crazy as that was.
Like an idiot, he tried to set out rules for himself, much like your attempts to create rules for the fake relationship:
Donât let all the pretend dating get to his head
Keep his distance whenever possible
No spending time with you unnecessarily
Donât get stupidly jealous of your ex
Follow your lead
It seemed simple enough, and yet Eddie managed to break all of his rules in rapid succession, one right after the other. He shouldâve known things wouldnât go according to plan, that his feelings wouldnât be reciprocated and that he was just a means to an end.
But then Rickâs party happened, and you threw Eddie and his entire perspective for a goddamn loop. Leading up to that, he already knew things were different between you two, but he couldnât have predicted that youâd drunkenly kiss him, let alone with the fervor in which you did it. Shit, that night made his head spin, and foolishly he thought maybe that kiss had meant something, that maybe youâd admit that you were secretly harboring feelings for him, too.
Considering the kind of whirlwind that life had been since then, Eddie couldnât even venture to guess if there was actually something going on between the two of you or not. Clearly you were friends, clearly youâd come to depend on his companionship, but he couldnât possibly fathom that you actually liked him in the same way he liked you.
Yet you'd get nervous when he looked at you a certain way, or youâd avert your gaze when he said something suggestive; youâd get a particular look on your face when Eddie was being serious about a subject, or youâd bite your lip if you two locked eyes for too long. How was he supposed to interpret it when youâd grow tense at his touch, or when heâd lean in too close and your eyes would go wide?
And, fuck, Eddie hadnât been able to stop thinking about that day when you looked as if you were going to drool over the goddamn ketchup on his fingers. That look on your face had taken up permanent residence in his head, making his alone time all the more torturous when he tried in vain not to think about you.
Eddie couldnât resist laying it on extra trick following that, flirting with you more blatantly just to see how youâd react. Clearly, he made you nervous, but he couldnât quite tell why - was the flirting a good thing or a bad thing, did you love it or loathe it?
Could he have just asked you directly what you were feeling? Yes, Eddie supposed he could, but he wasnât particularly brave enough for that potentially cruel rejection.
Sure, whatever may or may not be going on between the two of you was odd, ridiculous even, but Eddie would much rather deal with that than risk losing it by asking you the all too simple question. He could handle a whole year of this tension so long as it meant spending time with you, so Eddie chose not to have that potentially fatal discussion.
And so, you two were in something of a limbo, stuck in a way that the both of you had come to accept, silly as it may be.
Once Eddie was settled into his throne (which you still rolled your eyes at), he reminded everyone of where they left off in their adventure, the recap confusing you as an unwilling spectator.
 âNow, gentlemen, if you remember our last meeting, you were all left penniless following a camp raid, and the party is in desperate need of funds in order to continue this quest.â Eddie looked eagerly around the group, a wicked smile on his lips as he settled his gaze on you; you gave him a suspicious look, suddenly nervous about why exactly he was staring at you like that.
He returned his animated face to the group around the table, âLuckily, you're only about a dayâs trek from the Ten Towns Valley of Icewind Dale; you have enough supplies to make that journey, but you wonât make it any further without funds and the proper equipment. It might be in your best interest to visit the tyrannical Ice King who rules this realm - thereâs rumor heâs willing to pay a handsome fee for those daring enough to accept the quest he has in store.â
As the group began to excitedly talk amongst themselves about what this side quest may be, you stared at Eddie with intrigue, to which he simply gave you a giddy look. He leaned over to whisper in your ear.
âExcited yet?â
âFor what?â You questioned, although you already knew this had something to do with the âspecialâ campaign he claimed to have come up with. But instead of answering you, Eddie winked with a charming smile, looking back at the club with faux seriousness.
âWell, whatâs the partyâs decision?â
The group all exclaimed, voices overlapping as they agreed to visit this Ice King character.
At that moment, you realized what Eddie may be implying with that title, and you quickly shot him a look; as if he could read your mind, his smile grew larger with anticipation. As you two stared at one another, you narrowed your eyes even as you resisted an amused grin, challenging him to explain to you what was going on, but Eddie wouldnât budge.
It felt like a whirlwind trying to keep up with all the chatter and excitement amongst the boys, your eyes bouncing around the room as they talked over each other, asked Eddie questions, and laughed at jokes that went over your head. Within only a few minutes, you were growing more confused and, thus, more annoyed, and so you tried to find something to keep you preoccupied - you fussed with your nails, flipped through a book, anything to distract you while you were stuck sitting here in the middle of this silly game.
The boys hollered and howled together as they speculated what the quest might be, as they debated how the story might unfold. On occasion, your ears would perk up when Eddie would put on some voice while the group went on their âjourney,â but youâd just as quickly become disengaged again.
Eventually something significant must have happened, because abruptly Eddie grabbed the fold-out chair you sat in and dragged it closer to him, causing you to yelp in surprise; the sharp sound of the chair legs whining against the floor made the entire room yell in annoyance and frustration. You gave Eddie a glare, your face knotted as if your ears were ringing, but he seemed entirely unphased as he threw his arm around you; for good measure, you half-heartedly smacked him in the chest as you continued glowering.
âBrave explorers,â Eddie began in a deeper voice, going so far as to change his cadence, clearly becoming a different character, âI, the Ice King, ask but a simple task of you - rescue my daughter, the Ice Princess, who has been kidnapped by my rival. Bring her home safe and sound, and I will pay you a hefty fee.â
Eddie squeezed your shoulder eagerly as the boys once again began to talk amongst themselves, meanwhile you gave him a charmed look, leaning into his side, âReally, the Ice Princess? How creative.â
He leaned in close, his face so close that you could feel his breath against your skin, making your heart skip, âHey, Iâve got something up my sleeve, donât worry your pretty little head over the details.â
Luckily, Eddie looked back at the group before he could see the embarrassment that washed across your face at his indirect compliment.
Dustin resolutely spoke for the party, âWe will gladly save the Ice Princess from your enemyâs clutches, sire.â
Eddie nodded at him, âVery well. The last known location of PrincessâŠâ
When he trailed off, everyone looked at you, causing you to pull a face and glance at Eddie; he, too, had an expectant look in his eyes, âWhat?â
âWell, the princess needs a name.â
âThen give her my name.â You said it as if that were obvious, your tone biting albeit confused; but everyone simply snickered at the suggestion.
Eddie shook his head teasingly, âNot in D&D; you pick something.â
You rolled your eyes with a huff, âGladys.â
The group laughed again, although this time clearly in amusement at your humor. Eddie, however, narrowed his eyes at you challengingly, perhaps a little disappointed that you werenât playing along, âCome on, something more interesting than that.â
You sighed again while glaring at him smally; itâs not that you were wholly averse to being here during their game, but you hadnât realized you were expected to participate. You bit the inside of your cheek, knowing that there was no point in being stubborn just for the sake of it. And the look on Eddieâs face didnât help the matter, as despite his own obstinate expression, his eyes seemed all too hopeful that youâd engage with this game. So, you mulled it over for a moment, Eddie watching your face far too attentively in anticipation.
âFine. Elvira.â You smiled proudly, feeling all too pleased with yourself when Eddieâs eyes lit up at your answer.
âElvira?â He leaned towards you flirtatiously, âSo, youâre the Ice Princess and the Mistress of the Dark?â
âAs if you didnât already know.â You countered playfully, forgetting the rest of the group for a moment.
Eddie gave you one more teasing wink before looking you up and down, then returned his attention to the group. His eyes practically made you melt, and you quickly had to pull yourself together, âSo, Princess Elvira was seen being escorted through Luskan by a known hand of the Rebel Prince, so it is believed that heâs taken her prisoner. Do whatever it takes to return the princess back home.â
And so, the game commenced, although you were quickly left in a state of semi-interested confusion yet again - clearly, Princess Elvira wasnât too significant for the time being, as you were left to entertain yourself as the group engaged with their quest.
Eventually, you huffed, growing antsy as if in need of something - anything - to keep you occupied as you simply sat here. Beside you, Eddie shot you a glance, feeling your languor radiating outward; teasingly, he pinched at your arm, promptly receiving another small smack from you in retaliation.
âAm I supposed to do anything?â You asked smally while leaning towards him, causing Eddie to smirk.
âWhat, donât tell me youâre suddenly interested in playing.â He teased as Lucas paused to debate some move he was going to make, though you had no context for what exactly the party was meant to be doing at this moment.
âNo, but Iâm just sitting here doing nothing.â You answered in a bratty tone. Foolishly, you hadnât counted on Eddie being so engaged with the group that he couldnât keep you entertained - you should have figured as much, and yet, youâd grown so accustomed to his attention that it was suddenly strange to not have it.
That was one more thing for you to not read into.
âDarn.â Eddie mocked, and your expression deadpanned, causing him to grin widely. The group drew his attention back just as he looked like he was about to say something more; you watched as his face shifted, getting back into character, and you couldnât help but smile at it despite your annoyance.
As Eddie narrated whatever scenario the group had just found themselves in, you tried to pay a little more attention, at least in an effort to satiate your boredom - there was something about a snowy mountain pass and an encounter with soldiers of the Rebel Prince.
While the story continued on, you slowly found yourself becoming gripped by it, watching as Eddie verbally guided the group through treacherous landscapes and harrowing enemy encounters; you were beginning to understand, at least to some extent, what Dungeons & Dragons was about.
Sure, the skill checks and abilities and dice rolls were still confusing as ever to you, but the basics were becoming clear - everyone had a character and a role, and they had to rely on Eddie to reveal the story and information to them. That must have been part of the fun, you figured.
And although you werenât participating, you found that you were also coming to enjoy this - watching Eddie speak in a variety of voices, jumping out of his seat with excitement and histrionically throwing his arms around. Much like when he played guitar, you could see that he was in his element, that his passion and focus had a way of bringing a smile to your face despite a part of you still finding this game to be completely dorky. Yet again, Eddie found a way to charm you, but at the moment you were far too amused to be annoyed by that.
Eventually, Eddieâs narration brought the group to what must have been the climax of the journey - the party had burst into the Keep of the Rebel Prince, prepared to confront him regarding the kidnapping of Princess Elvira. For this, Eddie sunk down into his seat, his posture taking on one of snarky confidence - this must have been for the princeâs characterization. With a smirk, he began in a voice not quite his own.
âSo, youâve found me, gentlemen.â Eddieâs eyes shined eagerly, as if this is what heâd been waiting for the entire time, âI suspected the Ice King would send someone soon enough.â
âWe know that youâve taken the princess prisoner.â Dustin spoke up eagerly, equally as excited as Eddie for whatever was to come next, âAnd we plan to kill you and take her back!â
Eddie laughed theatrically, and although it was ridiculous that he was doing all this for a simple tabletop game, you couldnât help but watch him in anticipation, âYou will not be killing me nor will you be taking her back, not unless she has anything to say about it.â
Collectively, you all looked at Eddie with expressions full of confusion and curiosity, wondering what he could possibly mean by that. And, clearly, he was absolutely eating this up - you could see just how much Eddie thrilled in the suspense and tension that was building.
âYour dear Ice Princess is going nowhere, you see, because sheâs fallen in love with me.â
All at once, the boys began to eagerly talk over one another, delight and surprise amplifying their volume as they tried to make sense of this plot twist. As they conferred with one another, Eddie returned his gaze to you, his eyes alight at the surprise that had crossed your face as you stared back at him, although there was something within his expression that almost seemed to be assessing you.
âHow do we know youâre telling the truth?â Mike spoke up, everyone giving Eddie suspicious looks, âHow do we know that you havenât cast some spell on her.â
In a near threatening manner, Eddie leaned forward with an over the top look of menace, daring the group to doubt him, âFrom the moment I first laid eyes upon her, I was captivated by the princess. I was drawn to her like a magnet, and by some stroke of luck, she was drawn to me as well.â
âOr so you say.â Jeff challenged rousingly.
Eddie looked at you from the corner of his eye, and perhaps you were misreading it, but there was something uncharacteristically guarded about his expression; he quickly looked back to the boys before you could read further into it, âThe princess asked that I help her run away from the cruelty of her father, and how could I refuse her all that she asked for? As the Ice Kingâs rival, she and I both knew heâd never approve of what had grown between us, so we staged the princessâs kidnapping, despite knowing heâd still come after us.â
The corner of your mouth turned up at the obvious parallel, Eddie drawing inspiration from the secret that this entire relationship between you two was a sham. But just as quickly as it amused you, it also made you tense, silly as that may be - sure, he was in character, but something about the Rebel Princeâs confession of love for the princess spiked your nerves.
You realized amidst your reverie that Eddie was looking at you once more, although the moment you made eye contact he looked away. That avoidance only added to your nerves, another wave of anxiety fluttered inside you, but you simply watched on as he, and the rest of the group, continued.
âFor the princess, Iâd do anything.â Eddie continued, his tone serious enough that youâd believe him if this wasnât just a game, âKill for her, die for her - and Iâm willing to take on each and every one of you if thatâs what it comes to.â
The group quickly conferred, deciding what their course of action should be now that this shocking information was revealed. All the while, you continued staring at Eddie with wonder, wishing that his fictional little story hadnât made you feel something, that it hadnât made you begin to question and wonder at things. He refrained from gazing back at you, furthering your curiosity.
âWe want to hear from the princess.â Gareth finally spoke up for everyone; Eddie tilted his head playfully in response, âIf what you say is true, we want her to confirm it. And then weâll decide whether or not we fight you.â
An eager smile spread wide across Eddieâs lips as he went on to describe the way a set of doors opened to reveal Princess Elvira, detailing how she entered the room with a calm, graceful, hypnotic demeanor. Eventually, he and the boys all looked back at you expectantly, and you realized with a start that you were now expected to finally participate, to speak for this character that barely existed within the scope of the story.
You looked between them all with trepidation, eyes practically imploring Eddie to help you figure out what the hell you were supposed to do. Now that you were on the spot, all pondering about Eddie had come to a halt, your mind immediately drawing a blank.
âOh, come on, donât chicken out now just when things are getting good.â Dustin lambasted excitedly, drawing a glare out of you as everyone shared a small laugh, âWell? Is the princess being manipulated, or does she actually have feelings for the Rebel Prince?â
You pulled a bit of a hesitant face before sighing, returning your eyes to Eddie as if seeking assistance, as if you needed help forming whatever sentences he wanted to keep the narrative rolling. He was finally able to actually look you in the eye again, simply nod before falling back into character.
âWell, princess, what do you say?â
For another moment you chewed the inside of your cheek before starting tentatively, voice unsure and plain; you held Eddieâs gaze hesitantly, âItâs⊠true. The Rebel Prince and I are⊠in love?â
You couldnât help but huff out a confused laugh at how strange it felt to now be involved in the boysâ dorky little game. And it felt even stranger to allude to love between you and Eddie, even if it were through your characters; you nearly felt a chill on the nerves it made you feel.
âI donât find that very convincing.â Grant teased as if he were trying to rally the party against the Rebel Princeâs supposed lie. Your jaw tightened a little at the challenge, and so you continued while looking from Eddie to him, growing nervous as if you - not Princess Elvira - were the one being interrogated.
âEverything he said is the truth,â You tried again, hoping that by looking away from Eddie you would somehow keep your cool. Why were you feeling butterflies in your stomach? Itâs not as if you were admitting your feelings for Eddie, you reminded yourself. You attempted to swallow your nerves while figuring out what to say next, trying to find this character within yourself, âMy father is heartless and hateful, it was suffocating. The Prince is kind and caring and a far cry from all the bad things people have called him⊠how could I not fall for him?â
There was a shared look of approval from the group - clearly, they were now pleased with this surprise narrative that Eddie had put together and pleased with your participation. As they huddled together once again, you glanced over at Eddie nervously; there was a faint smile on his lips and a light in his eyes that you couldnât place, that made you anxious in combination with the not-confession you just made.
âAs you boys can see, all your efforts were for nothing.â Eddie said to the group condescendingly, which once more seemed to rally them to argue, âSo, either you leave us in peace, or Iâll be forced to strike you down.â
And so commenced another bout of debate and dice rolls, the boys deciding to fight in an effort to get their reward rather than show sympathy to the prince and princess. By their skills and luck, the characters eventually defeated the Rebel Prince, choosing to take him prisoner, intent on dragging both he and the princess back to the Ice King.
But then Eddie called it a night, deciding that the Hellfire Club would pick this narrative back up next week considering how long theyâd already been at it. You were simultaneously glad and disappointed - youâd just begun to understand the game, to be a part of it, but youâd also been growing tired as the evening wore on.
So, once everything was wrapped up and put back in its place, you all exited the school together, the night air colder than youâd expected, which made you shiver. Being late October, you knew that you had to start dressing more appropriately for the weather, but you werenât quite ready to give up your short skirts and thin shirts quite yet. You were willing to freeze your ass off just a little for the sake of fashion, shallow as that may sound; and, you simply hated wearing pants and layers.
Seeing the way you shivered and tightened your arms at your side, Eddie slipped off his jacket without hesitation, draping it over your shoulders. Nervously, you gave him a thankful look, hoping he didnât catch the way you inhaled the scent of leather and cigarettes and musk.Â
Eventually, everyone had parted ways, and you were comfortably situated in Eddieâs passenger seat with your knees tucked under you. As had become habit, you watched Eddie as he drove, studying the way the streetlights hit the planes of his face, smiling at the way his hands drummed along to the music against the steering wheel.
âSo, what you think?â He asked with a quick glance at you.
âPretty dorky.â You responded, although you quickly added, âBut⊠fun.â
âIâm sorry, could you repeat that for me?â Eddie teased with a mischievous grin pointing at his ear in emphasis; you rolled your eyes, âDid the ice princess just say she had fun playing D&D with a bunch of nerds?â
âShut up.â You countered half-heartedly, sharing a smile with him.
âDoes that mean you want to come next week?â
Your brow furrowed a little, âWeâll be at the Halloween party.â
Eddie waved a hand, âWeâll go after, Iâll make it short.â
You sighed through your nose in consideration; if you went to more Hellfire Club sessions, would you just be sitting there idly as much as you were tonight? How could you participate? Would they even want you to? Did you actually want to?
âFine⊠but donât get used to it.â The simple response brought another bright smile to Eddieâs face.
âOh, youâll be begging to go in no time, I guarantee it.â
âIâm sure youâd love to see me beg.â You didnât think the words through until theyâd already spilled out of your mouth, causing your eyes to immediately widen and your shoulders to tense. Beside you, you could see the way Eddieâs own expression faltered, clearly catching the accidental innuendo, too. Fumbling over yourself for a moment, you tried to put on your best disinterested tone, as if you were none the wiser of the implications in your previous statement, âAs if that would ever happen, though.â
Eddie blew air between his lips, also trying to play off that brief instance of tension, laughing falsely, âYeah, yeah, thatâs not happening.â
You could feel a shiver of anxiety all throughout your body, wondering what Eddie thought of what you just said, wondering why D&D felt a little too candid when you finally had the chance to speak. You had to have been blowing this out of proportion, your nerves simply getting the better of you - yeah, it was just this stupid crush of yours making you second guess things, making you overreact. There was no way Eddie was confessing anything to you back there, and you werenât exactly confessing anything to him either.
Shit, you really had to keep yourself in check, because this crush was seriously getting out of hand.
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