Witchbinch Stories

We made sangria and failed

I spilled mac and cheese on my pants

And thought about kissing you underneath kitchen lights.

“I think this is the shittiest sangria I’ve ever had,” Gavin admits, but still lifts the glass up to his lips to take another sip, making me throw my head back with laughter.

“I told you I didn’t have the right stuff to make them, but you insisted we try anyways,” I say over my shoulder at him where he’s leaning back against the counter. I take a sip from my own sangria before continuing stirring the mac and cheese on the stove.

“I thought you could use the break from your incessant studying, Deviant.”

I roll my eyes with a smile, glad I’m facing away from him so he can’t see. “Well at least this seems slightly more productive than your plans from last time I was studying.”

“Oh please, you liked my plans,” Gavin teases.

“Did not,” I try to bite back my smile, but it’s no use because I know he can feel that I did.

“We both know I know that’s not true.” I feel Gavin come up behind me, his chest almost touching my back.

“I think the mac and cheese is done!” I change the subject, turning around to face him and hold out a spoonful of the mac and cheese.

Gavin had his mouth open to say something else but closes it with a knowing smirk before closing his mouth around the spoon and tasting the food.

“Mm… this is pretty good, I’m surprised.”

“You should not be surprised. I’m a good cook!”

I dish up two bowls for us and hop up to sit on the counter, handing Gavin his bowl.

“You’re such an interesting character, Voyeur,” Gavin says and takes a bite of his noodles.

“Says you.” I bring my spoon up to my mouth to take a bite— “No, really. You’re not what I expected in that 7-11.”

That makes me pause.

“You’re surprisingly dedicated to your schoolwork at DAMN. It’s admirable,” he continues. “You’ve already come a lot farther than I thought you would.”

I stare up at him. He’s so close, almost standing between my legs. Up close, I can really examine him. In addition to the few moles on his face, there are a few spots across his cheeks that are slightly darker than the rest of his skin. They could be additional freckles if he spent more time in the sun, if incubi even tan like humans do. There is a strange depth to the magenta of his iris, and it, along with his long lashes and soft stare, draw you in. Somehow, even under the dingy kitchen lighting, he’s alluring.

Something in my chest flutters and I want to lean in and kiss him; press my lips to his and feel their softness once again. But I can’t, it would be too serious, too real. That night he came over to help me “study” wasn’t real. I wasn’t vulnerable, I was just helping an incubus feed and helping myself feel good. Right here, right now, he could reject this very real impulse. So I won’t do it.

Before I can come up with an excuse as to why I’ve been staring at him for so long, a small “plop” sound interrupts me. I look down, seeing the mac and cheese from my spoon has fallen onto my brand new jeans. I look back up at Gavin and break out into laughter.

“Look what you made me do! What if this stains my jeans?” I ask, still laughing.

“What I made you do? Last time I checked, I didn’t take the spoon and force you to spill on yourself,” he quickly defends.

I shove him playfully, “I think you did.”

“How was your day?” He asks as you make yourself comfortable resting your head on his arm and throwing a leg over his, while he rests one of his hands on your waist, stroking his thumb across the skin where your shirt rode up.

You sigh a contented sigh, “It was good. I cleaned the kitchen and my room, and I was planning on cooking later before my mom gets home.”

“You should’ve broken into my house and cleaned my room for me.” “Honestly I should have, with how dirty it is and how little you clean it.”

Eddie fakes an offended gasp. “You dare insult me?”

You laugh and wrap an arm around his neck. “Yes, I do dare.”

“I thought us dating meant you’re supposed to be nice to me now.”

“I am very nice to you.”

You tilt your head up and close the gap between the two of you with a long, slow kiss. Eddie returns the kiss, gripping your waist slightly tighter, and you feel his rings leaving indents in your skin, but you have to admit you don’t mind it. You start to move your lips faster against Eddie’s, and he is more than happy to adapt to the change. He shifts up onto one forearm to hold his body over yours, his long hair dangling on either side of your face and tickling your cheeks. Eddie keeps that other hand on your waist, still moving his thumb back and forth across your skin, a habit he has that you eventually picked up on. As the two of you get more into the kiss, Eddie lightly biting on your bottom lip, you slowly push your hands up the bottom of his shirt and allow your hands to explore his lower torso. You start to raise your hands higher on his chest, but Eddie pulls away for a moment.

“Wait,” he says between heavy breaths.

You quickly pull your hands away from him, worried that you made him uncomfortable. “Are you okay, Eds? Did I make you uncomfortable?” You ask.

“No,” Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up as he looks into your eyes, “no, no, no. You didn’t do anything wrong. I just…”

He sits back for a moment and you prop yourself up on your elbows behind you, wanting to give his words the proper attention.

“You know how you’ve finally seen all of my tattoos?” Eddie asks. You furrow your eyebrows.

“Yeah…?” You’re confused by the sudden topic of conversation.

“Well… there’s actually one more you haven’t seen. And I wanted to show you.” He smiles softly at you, and while you’re still a bit confused, you chuckle at how adorable he is.

“Okay. I’d love to see it,” you smile back at him.

“Well then I must oblige,” Eddie grins and pulls his shirt off over his head. He flips his hair back as he leans back upright and your eyes are immediately drawn to a tattoo on the left side of his chest, right above his heart, where the ink is clearly fresh and the skin around it is slightly red. You quickly sit up, reaching out a hand but not quite touching the tattoo, knowing that it could still be tender.

“Well… do you like it?” Eddie asks, you can tell from his voice that he’s a bit nervous. Your eyes finally flick from his chest up to his eyes, which are looking at you expectantly. You probably look like an idiot, your mouth is hanging open slightly and your eyes are wide.

“Did you… did you get a tattoo of my favorite flower?” you ask, looking back down at the inked flower. The petals are incredibly detailed, with beautiful line variation and shading, and you can tell it was tattooed with care.

Eddie laughs nervously. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, I did.” He pauses for a moment. “Shit, you hate it… I’m sorry, I’ll just go… rip my skin off for you.” You can tell he’s half joking and half actually worried you hate it.

“No! Eddie, this is… so sweet. It looks amazing, I can’t believe you got this done. I love it so much.” You look back up at him once again and see relief on his features, which is then quickly replaced by concern when he notices the tears welling up in your eyes.

“Yeah? You really like it?” He lifts a hand to your cheek, ready to wipe away tears at a moment’s notice.

“Yes, oh my god,” you laugh through the tears threatening to spill and quickly pull Eddie into a hug, careful not to mess up the protective wrapping on top of the tattoo. Eddie wraps his own arms tightly around you, pressing his face into the side of your neck.

“You are so corny, you know that?” You tease.

“Yeah, I know. It’s my dirty little secret.” You feel him smile against your neck and when he lets out a deep breath, the air tickles your skin. “I’m also really fucking glad you like it, otherwise this would’ve been really embarrassing.”

You both laugh at that. After a couple more seconds, you finally pull away.

“Is this what you were really doing today?” you ask.

“Maybe…” Eddie scratches the back of his neck.

“You dork, you’re so sweet.”

You fall back on the bed, pulling Eddie down to lay back next to you like before. You stare at him for a minute, a huge grin adorning your face, while admiring the smile on his face as well. “I love you,” you tell him.

“I love you too,” he replies.

“So. Are you still letting me pierce your ear?” you ask.

“Hell yeah, I’m gonna look great.”

“And all thanks to me,” you say with a proud smile.

“Well don’t say that yet, you might fuck it up.”

“I’m not going to fuck it up!”

The two of you gather all of the things you need to pierce Eddie’s ear: some rubbing alcohol, some drinking alcohol, ice, a needle, an earring Eddie picked out, and a cloth (plus your snacks to the side for when you’re done). The two of you situate back on his bed, with you sitting between Eddie’s legs to easily be able to do the piercing.

“Are you ready?” you ask as you dunk some rubbing alcohol onto the cloth and use it to clean the needle. You eye Eddie as he takes a swig from some bottle of whiskey his uncle had over the fridge.

“Yes,” he answers, taking a deep breath. You set the clean needle to the side and clean Eddie’s earlobe off as well, hopefully making sure he doesn’t get an infection from this. You also hand him the ice to numb his ear while you take your own swig from the bottle.

“Just don’t… hurt me,” he adds.

“It does not hurt that bad, you big baby.”

“See the thing is, I don’t really believe you.”

You give him a look. “Would I ever lie to you, Eds?”

“Yes, I think you would.”

“You better shut up or I’m going to make it hurt.” You gently move his hand away from his ear and pick up the needle to begin.

“Wait!” Eddie leans back away from you, grabbing the whiskey bottle and once again taking a drink. “Okay I’m ready now.”

“Oh my god,” you laugh. “I’m piercing your ear, not cutting your leg off, it’s not going to hurt that bad.”

“I still don’t believe you, you’re just a freak who likes the pain of ear piercings.”

You roll your eyes. “Look, I’d let you squeeze my hand, since it seems like you need that, but I need both of them to do this.”

“Shut up and do it,” he says.

“Alright.” You bring the needle close to his ear and count down from three, stabbing the needle through his ear once you get to one. Eddie lets out a string of curses, causing you to crack a small smile. You set the needle down on the cloth and put the clean earring in his ear.

“There, it’s all done and you look great, as promised. Go look in the mirror.”

Eddie nods silently and gets up to go to the bathroom and look at his brand new piercing. By the time he comes back, you’ve cleaned the materials off of his bed and are eating some cheetos.

“Do you like it?” you ask, voice muffled from the multiple cheetos in your mouth.

“Yeah, you actually did pretty good. Thank you,” he says.

“Told you.”

The two of you spend an hour or two chatting about random stuff, eating snacks, and Eddie even shows you a bit of a song he’s writing. He doesn’t sing any lyrics, he never does before they’re finished, but he shows you the chord progression on his guitar and a very cool riff. Eventually you begin discussing Eddie’s new piercing and then a new tattoo he’s thinking about. 

“I think I want to get another tattoo, I was thinking of getting it on my side,” Eddie tells you, moving his hand that isn’t still holding his ear to feel along where his shirt covers his side. His hair messily falls in his face, somehow making him look cuter than usual. You have to pause to take it in.

“Yeah?” You ask, breaking the silence with a crunch of stuffing another cheeto in your mouth. “What do you think you’ll get?”

A grin appears on Eddie’s face and you can’t help but think it fits nicely there. “Well, I was thinking about getting a snake or something, but I’m not sure.”

“Hm…”

“What?”

“I think you should get a little flower,” you smirk.

“A flower?”

“Yeah, or my face,” you tease, getting close to his face before laying back down flat, still grinning up at him.

“You want me,” he pauses, “to get a flower tattooed on my body?”

You nod and he laughs a short laugh, amused by your antics.

“Permanently? You know that wouldn’t match with the rest of my tattoos, right? You’re smart enough to realize that?” Eddie looks at you teasingly.

“Yes!” You laugh through your words. “You know technically… we have been friends for four years and I have never actually seen all of your tattoos. So really, how would I know if a flower didn’t match?”

He furrows his brows. “No. Thaaat’s not right. You’ve definitely seen them, I would know.”

“I have not, you shithead!”

“Shithead? You’re the shithead!” Eddie grabs both of your hands and starts trying to wrestle you off the bed. However, you’re laughing so hard that you can’t really fight back at this point.

“Eddie! Eddie, stop!” You attempt to push at his chest and when that doesn’t work, you switch tactics, trying to just keep your knees in front of you. When you practically can’t breathe anymore and the top half of your body is almost hanging off the side, Eddie finally stops and pulls you back up to a sitting position.

Eddie sits back against the wall, pushing up his sleeves above his elbows, and looks away to the side as if trying to rack his mind, and he looks back over at you asking: “Have you really not seen them?”

“No! I’m not a liar, idiot.” Your eyes find their way to the tattoos along Eddie’s forearms. You’ve always liked his grunge-y tattoos and the gothic rings he wears. He may not be the most fashionable person, but he definitely has a consistent style that just… matches him. It’s something that’s always drawn you to him. Both the mysterious quality of it and the way he doesn’t care what others think about him, he’s going to express himself how he wants.

You must’ve been staring at his arms for a while, because Eddie clears his throat and looks at you with raised eyebrows.

“Do you… want to see them?” he asks tentatively.

“I— well, I mean I’ve always been curious as to what they are but you don’t… have to show me,” you swallow hard, suddenly nervous.

Eddie shrugs, briefly glancing away from you, one of his hands playing with the hem of his shirt. “It doesn’t really matter to me, I don’t mind.”

“Okay… sure.”

“Yeah?”

You nod as a final response and Eddie mutters a quiet “okay” and begins tugging his shirt off, lightly tossing it to the end of his bed once he’s managed to get it off. You try not to stare at his body too much, but you’re also way too flustered to make prolonged eye contact with him. You’ve thought about Eddie Munson shirtless way too often to feel fully comfortable looking him in the eye right now.

You hesitantly reach out to touch his left arm, but you stop just before you make contact, your fingers barely ghosting his now bare skin.

“Can I…?” you ask, trailing off before completing your sentence.

Eddie clears his throat once again. “Yeah, go ahead.”

You let your hand touch his arm, lightly guiding him to turn it outwards so you can see the knife tattooed on his inner bicep.

“A knife? Very cool, Eddie,” you quietly tease, trying to lighten the tension, and glance up at his face, briefly making eye contact before you turn your attention back to his arm.

He laughs. “Yeah, I, uh… that was the first tattoo I got back when I thought I was tough shit for getting some guy to tattoo me even though I was fourteen, but looking back I’m pretty sure he did not care that I was underage.”

You smile at the story. That definitely sounds like Eddie. With some of the awkwardness subsiding, you scooch a little closer to him and your eye catches sight of an electric guitar on his right shoulder.

“Of course you have a guitar tattoo,” you say, touching the tattoo when you point it out. Eddie turns a little so you have a better view.

“Oh yeah, that one I kinda regret.”

“Why?” you ask, raising a brow. He loves guitar and the tattoo itself looks good, so you don’t understand why he would regret it.

“Well I got it when I just started playing, so I didn’t have my Sweetheart yet,” Eddie looks over his shoulder at the guitar on his wall. “I would’ve gotten her rather than some random guitar. But oh well, I still like it. Annnd I can always get another one.”

“I think it would be very fitting to have a tattoo of your guitar.”

“Oh, I also have this one on my back,” he twists to face behind him as best as he can to show you the d20 he has tattooed on his right shoulder blade.

“That is… so very you. And incredibly nerdy,” you admit.

Eddie turns back around to look you in the eye. “Hey, I am not a nerd.”

“You totally are, you can’t deny it.”

He playfully rolls his eyes and the two of you return to silence as you continue scanning over the tattoos. Your attention becomes focused on the tattoos that Eddie has on his chest and stomach. You trail your hand across his arm and to his upper chest, tracing the designs of the ink there. Eddie’s skin is surprisingly soft under your fingertips. You pause with your hand on his chest, feeling the rise and fall of it as he breathes. You wonder if you would feel a sped up heart rate if your hand was on the other side of his chest, if it would match the speed of yours.

Your gaze travels up from the tattoo on his chest to the guitar-pick-necklace he always wears resting in the hollow space between his collar bones. Your eyes follow the curve of his neck up to his lips. They’re slightly chapped, but they still look like they would be soft and sweet against yours. Your own lips part slightly as you take a deep breath before finally looking up into those soft brown eyes of Eddie’s, which you find to be seemingly focused on your mouth.

“Eddie?” you whisper, breaking him out of his trance and he returns your gaze.

“Yeah?” he whispers back.

“Can I… can I kiss you?” you ask, feeling your hand shaking slightly against his chest.

Eddie slowly nods, glancing down at your lips then back up at your eyes. “Yeah… yeah, you can.”

You lean in and close your eyes, Eddie meeting you halfway and pressing his lips to yours. His lips are soft and they seem to fit perfectly against yours. He seems to hesitate for a moment, but soon deepens the kiss by carefully wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. You press your hand more firmly to his bare chest, stabilizing yourself, and trail your other hand up his left arm to rest on his bicep as you kiss him more passionately.

From Eddie’s edgy and harsh appearance, you’d expect him to be rough and heated, but he’s not. He’s gentle and slow, cherishing the contact with you, cherishing the moment he’s been waiting for the past four years. He should’ve shown you his tattoos sooner if this is what it was always bound to lead to.

You can’t help but get lost in the kiss and the way it feels to finally be having this moment with Eddie. You befriended Eddie your freshman year, and fell for him shortly after. And it was just years of stolen glances and vague flirting after. He’s never been popular by any means, but you’ve always thought that he’s a genuinely interesting person and someone who’s fun to be around. Someone who makes you happy and makes you feel more comfortable in your own skin. You owe a lot of who you are today to Eddie and you think that might go both ways. So now that you’re finally here, kissing someone you’ve always had a thing for and always admired, you think your chest could practically rip open at any second, or your brain could just stop functioning and you could faint in his arms. And when it ends, the kiss simultaneously feels like it lasts a lifetime, but also like it’s way too short.

A harsh knock sounds on the outside of the trailer, startling the two of you apart. A voice calls your name and you soon realize that it’s your mom.

“You need to come make dinner! I’ve got my hands full with the neighbor’s kid!” she yells. Right. You forgot that one of your neighbors has been taking extra shifts at work this week and your mom has been watching her toddler in the evenings.

“Coming!” you yell back. You let out a sigh, not particularly wanting to leave Eddie’s after what just happened between you two, but knowing you’ll get yelled at if you don’t leave at this point. You turn back to him as you get up from his bed. You awkwardly scratch at the back of your neck, not really knowing what to say now.

“I guess I’ll… see you tomorrow?” you say, and it comes out as more of a question.

Eddie nods, fiddling with his rings. “Yeah… see you tomorrow.”

You turn to leave, taking a few steps towards his bedroom door, but pause for a moment. You turn and walk back to Eddie, pressing a short, sweet kiss to his lips and pulling away with a big grin, which he mirrors on his own face.

“Bye,” you whisper.

“Bye,” Eddie whispers back.

You finally actually make your way to leave and as soon as you exit the front door, you jump up in the air and try not to scream your excitement. Then you promptly walk to your own home with a big, dumb grin on your face.

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