and they said, speak now
18+. mdni. smut. mentions of cheating. femreader!xeddie. no use of y/n!
a little second chance romance story wherein eddie is invited to your wedding, though heâs hopeful that itâll never actually happen.
a/n: wanted to get this finished so i could start writing a follow up for too sweet (bc i love it and i love mean asshole eddie) so i hope it bridges some sort of gap while i write :p switches pov a lil bit but itâs all marked out 4 ya.
â-gettinâ married to who?â eddie spits, barreling into the living room with a mouthful of cereal.
steve looks up from the paper invite and shrugs, âmark?â mouthing a quiet i donât know as robin looks between the two.
âand iâm invited?â
âi mean.. it says all of us so..â he looks up at eddie, âdo you even want to go?â dubious at eddieâs overly keen questioning.
eddieâs bewildered that heâd even ask, ââcourse weâre fucking going,â shaking his head, still gripping onto his bowl of cereal, âi didnât even know she was datinâ anybody else.. what the fuck.â
robin shares a look with her best friend, thinking eddie hasnât seen. he knows exactly what theyâre not saying. it doesnât exactly need to be spelled out for him.
perhaps eddie hadnât ever really gotten over it. it being you leaving to new york for college, breaking up with him in the process.
maybe they were justified in their judgemental glances, itâd been years since youâd left. he should be over it by now. evidently, youâve moved on. why hadnât he?
but he wasnât and now heâs not sure if heâll ever be.
-
the five of them shovel into jonathanâs car, robin squished between eddie and steve in the back with their bags piled high in the trunk.
eddie stares out of the window, he had started to regret agreeing to go. his ex-girlfriend, whom he wasnât exactly over, was getting married to some fuckhead heâd never met and now he had to go and wear a suit and pretend to be happy about it all.
âi still canât believe sheâs getting fucking married,â he grumbles into his fist.
robin grins, nudging her elbow into steveâs ribcage, âoh this going to be so much fun,â elated at his misery.
jonathan sighs quietly, throwing his head back against the seat and slyly turning the volume up so as to not hear any more of eddieâs whining.
thereâd been months of it, so heâs not surprised.
-
eddie is fucking elated to reach the hotel, gawping at the grand exterior as they get out of the car, stretching their legs after the long trip.
âjeez,â robin utters, staring at the tall building with her mouth hung open, âat least sheâs marrying rich, hey?â wiggling her brows at eddieâs less than excited face.
he doesnât rise to it, ignoring her obvious attempts to get him riled up.
itâs even nicer inside, gold plated ornaments decorate the walls, outdated paintings of old people he didnât care to know, joining them.
theyâre in the process of checking in when a familiar voice comes from behind, a small, meek, âhey guys!â
itâs you.
they spin, sharing tired smiles as you stand looking horrifically awkward. like somehow you hadnât shared years and years of history with every single person here.
everyone else gets a short, half hug, exchanging niceties while eddie waits patiently for his turn. he doesnât think youâll even acknowledge him.
but your eyes lock, that same sinking feeling that he felt all those years ago as he watched your car pull out of hawkins plagues his stomach.
âhey,â you nod, tense as you open your arms for a hug.
itâs more than heâd ever expected, now finding himself stuck, unable to embrace the situation. youâre exactly the same and yet he feels like he doesnât recognise you. barely touched by the graces of age, still the same girl he was sure he still loved.
eventually he pulls himself together, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to pull you in.
fuck.
you even smell the same. the heavy vanilla scent of your shampoo wafts through the air, transporting him back in time to nights shared in his cramped room, talking about the future together and how you couldnât wait to get out of hawkins.
itâs utterly ironic, and not to mention heartbreaking, to think about now.
âhi,â eddie musters, sounding as pathetic as he felt.
the others watch on in anticipation, expecting a screaming match only to be met with whatever the fuck this was. dancing around each other like two complete strangers.
âhow.. uh, how was the drive?â you ask, fiddling with your fingers, the way you used to when you were nervous.
âlong,â he smiles meekly.
thereâs too much he wants to say, desperately wanting to just shake you and ask what the hell youâre doing getting married to someone whoâs not him.
besides, four sets of eyes watch both of you eagerly, hoping for an argument or maybe the exact opposite.
âthere you are!â a gruff voice bellows, coming out of the mouth of the most insufferable looking man eddieâs ever seen.
he walks over with his shit-eating grin, taking you away from eddieâs grasp, leaving an aching in his fingertips.
your brows shoot upward, sighing softly, âeveryone, this is mark.. mark, these are my..â your eyes dip, unable to meet eddieâs gaze, âfriends.â
markâs hand extends towards eddie, grinning like a complete fool as he shakes it. ânice to meet you man! heard so much about you,â his grip tight, squeezing the tired bones in his hand.
eddie wonders if heâs asserting his dominance, if youâd told him who exactly he was. about all those years you spent as his girlfriend. about how he used to make you cum in two minutes. or perhaps all the times you swore that if you had to get married, itâd be to him.
eddie doesnât count on it.
-
eddie waits. and he waits. and he waits.
pacing the floor of his room, contemplating if he truly had the nerve to stalk the halls to your room or if heâd have to sit here and regret it forever.
fuck it, he thinks. thereâs no guarantee heâll even knock on the door, he just needs to get out of here and at least try to.
eddieâs acutely aware that nothing he says to you will change your mind in fact, he thinks youâll more than likely slam the door in his face.
but heâs gotta try.
- readerâs pov -
itâs a quiet knock, barely audible as you toss and turn.
you debate even answering, too caught up in your nerves to care about some bridesmaid complaining about her dress or your mother prattling on about the floral arrangements again.
but then they knock again, louder this time though it sounds more unsure, a hesitant wrap of the knuckles, pulling yourself from the comfort of your blanket to see what they wanted.
you hardly register who the person is before immediately wanting to slam the door in his face.
âwhat are you doing?â you hiss through the small gap in the door, noting that it was somewhere between 11 and midnight.
âi wanna talk,â eddie frowns, carefully wedging his foot between the door, as if you wouldnât immediately notice.
âwe donât need to talk,â you refute, scowling at your batshit crazy ex.
he sighs, looking around the empty corridor, knowing he shouldnât be here right now. âcan we.. i just wanna talk.. thatâs it,â his eyes wide and begging.
you take pity on him, you always did when he had that pathetic frown on his face. like a dejected puppy that needed you to cradle him.
something in your head screams out to just close the door, itâs a terrible idea and you know it.
alas, you pull it open a few more inches, giving him the chance to slide inside before itâs shut again, turning the lock immediately.
if anyone were to walk in, your relationship would be ruined, tomorrow would just be a waste of money and youâd be a social pariah in your circles.
âwhy didnât you tell me that you were getting married?â
the nerve to ask that question like he deserved an explanation. you havenât even seen the man in years and yet, he feels as if heâs owed something from you.
âi didnât know i had to,â you shrug, standing a few feet away from him, hoping to keep the distance.
eddie scowls, brows knitted into a line across his forehead, âyou donât- i thought we were friends.. friends tell each other those things.â
âyou havenât seen me in years eddie!â raising your voice despite being surrounded by your friends and family. âwhat gives you the right to march in here and ask me that?â stepping closer with every word, taken aback by his sheer nerve.
his eyes harden, jaw tense, âyou left me- you did that and then the next time i hear from you, itâs because youâre getting married? sâthat not completely fucked up to you too?â
âi didnât leave you! i went to college, like people our age are supposed to! itâs not my fault that youâd rather sit in jeffâs basement pretending to be a rockstar,â snarling your upper lip, hoping youâll hit him right where it hurts.
if nothing else, itâs frustrating. eddie was always talking about his big dreams and how he was going to get out of hawkins once and for all, make something of himself and never look back.
but you got tired of waiting for that to happen. years and years of soon and iâm not readyâs had left you pretty hopeless for any kind of future with him.
he shakes his head, scoffing, âoh? so should i have followed you to new york? watched you change everything about yourself for some asshole?â
thereâs a lump in your throat now and weirdly, not a speck of anger. at least not about his words for your fiancĂ©. more so about his complete disregard of your feelings, the dreams you put on hold for him.
âi didnât.. i didnât change,â bottom lip trembling, âthis is me eddie,â nostrils flaring as you skulk closer, âyou just donât know me anymore.â
âi know you better than he does,â he fires back, adams apple bobbing in his throat. a sincere, honest tone.
it only makes you more frustrated, the audacity to come here and act like this, the day before your wedding.
you laugh in his face, a maniacal cackle, âyouâre deluded,â gathering all of your strength not to punch him in the face, âyou should leave, before you embarrass yourself any more.â
heâs almost frantic now, grasping the air, âiâm not the one embarrassing myself here. the you i know would never want this.. what happened to that girl who promised to marry me? whereâs she?â
âpeople change eddie! you clearly havenât!â you hiss, prodding your finger into his chest, hoping youâll somehow set him alight with your fingertip.
he grabs your hand, keeping it close to his heart as his frown sets in. âtell me- tell me that this is what you want, the big wedding and fucking mark and a couplâa kids, tell me and iâll leave,â downturned eyes, begging himself not to cry.
you want to scream, ferociously snatching your hand away from him before you turn away. sick to death of looking into his glossy chestnut eyes. loathing the feeling of your past flooding back into your brain.
a few years ago, you wouldâve been certain that eddie was the one you were going to marry. marriage wasnât something you were ever particularly interested in, your parents hadnât been the best example. but if it had happened, it wouldâve been nothing like this, maybe in the tiny chapel in hawkins, a couple years from now, a small, private ceremony with your friends and family. youâd be lying if you said you had never thought about it.
about what couldâve been.
somewhere, buried deep inside, you longed for it.
eddie doesnât budge, hearing the sounds of his heavy breathing from behind. you can picture that stupid look on his face, pathetic and sullen as he waits for a fleck of hope.
you turn back, praying that youâll have somehow found the strength to tell him to leave in the two seconds it takes to face him.
it doesnât come, the lump in your throat dissipating only to be replaced with a fiery pit in your stomach.
and then a moment, where neither of you have the guts to speak any longer, in what feels like the most intense battle of eye contact youâd ever been a part of.
but itâs over as quickly as it started, both of you lurching forward at the same time, lips crashing together in a hungry kiss, finding the side of his head for leverage as his antsy hands grip your waist.
the rest is just a silent routine, one you two have been through a hundred times before.
your back crashes into the desk, pressed into the wood by his torso. a hand squeezing your thigh as youâre helped onto the surface.
the metal on your fourth finger aches, as if some higher power is attempting to intervene, to stop this mistake before it goes too far.
itâs dutifully ignored, spreading your legs to allow him between your soft thighs. the thin material of your shorts meant that you could feel everything. his cock jumping as it brushes against your heat, low grumbling into your mouth at the action.
his jacket slips from his shoulders and onto the floor, your soft hands running down the length of his arms, brushing against the tattoos you used to spend hours tracing.
eddieâs hands roam your body, between your thighs, tucking underneath the elastic of the shorts as your hips lift in unison, allowing him to pull them down.
his throat rumbles at your lack of underwear, rough denim pressed against your cunt, his erection demanding out of his jeans.
your fingers fumble with his jeans, hearing the low clink of his belt somewhere muddled between his grunting and your melodic pants.
the throbbing between your thighs becomes almost insatiable, finding your own release on the rough fabric of his jeans, sighing into his mouth, allowing his tongue to slip into yours instead.
cold fingers grip your thighs, lifting your legs so that they rest around his waist, clothed cock nudging against your heat, growling into your mouth.
your head jerks back, âmy mom.. my momâs next door..â you pant, fingers trailing over his lips, doing nothing to muffle his raspy groans.
âgood,â eddie smirks, hurriedly tugging his boxers down beneath his balls, burying himself inside of your soaked cunt, âi never liked her.â
a strangled moan is all you manage in response, grabbing at the desk for a little leverage as his hips meet the back of your thighs. any anger you felt towards his insults towards your mother quickly float away, turning into static as he slides slowly in and out.
marvelling at the sight of your cunt once again envelopes around him. youâd missed that, his damn near infatuation with your pussy.
the wooden frame knocks against the wall, whatever shit you had compiled for the morning all comes tumbling down, clattering to the floor alongside your long mewls.
eddie near enough melts, fingers melding into one with your skin, filling your cunt to the hilt. a certain feeling that had never been replaced, only achieved by him and his undeniable love for your pussy.
your lips catch onto his, attempting to muffle his hoarse groans, hoping to to god that the walls were thick enough.
âmissed you,â he murmurs, half into your mouth, the other vibrating against your chin as your lips connect in the most careless manner.
your eyes flutter shut, chest heaving, pressed to his as your fingers begin to loosen their grip on the desk. his pace unfaltering with utter desperation, an exhilaration he had chased for years, to no avail.
âfuck,â you whine, regretting the shaky word the second it slips out. one arm hooks around his neck, forehead resting against his as his hair begins to stick.
itâs so disgusting, so wracked with desire that youâre sure youâll be thinking- feeling it for months.
eddieâs cock nudges against against the spot only he could ever find, his pubic bone catching against your clit. fuelling the inextinguishable fire in your stomach, only making it rise into your throat.
with every fervent thrust heâs grumbling something;
fuck, shit, love you, love you.
your legs tremble, exhausted as they sit around his zealous hips. naturally, they tighten, drawing him in closer, an incessant need to feel all of him all at once.
âyou canât.. not inside,â you pant, opening his eyes to meet his though theyâre not on yours. staring starry eyed at the space between your bodies, watching as they collide in ways your heart had longed for.
heâs close, you can tell. choking on his breaths when you squeeze around him, signalling your own orgasm.
âfuck, i canât-,â eddie howls, desperately pounding his cock into your quivering cunt, giving everything away for the last thirty seconds.
you cry out, toppling over the edge as your stomach all but bursts, the pleasure reaching every last nerve in your body. clinging to his neck with a white knuckle grip, clutching his clammy skin as your body turns to mush before him.
eddie just about manages to pull out, sliding between your slick folds before his stomach lurches, shooting thick ropes of cum onto your stomach, thighs and the desk.
your foreheads remain as one, gasping into the hot air that surrounds you.
finally, his eyes trail up toward yours, meeting with the most sorrowful look that a man who has just cum, could hold.
itâs as if reality sets in, untangling your legs to shove him away. harsh and untoward as he stumbles back, still reeling from his own orgasm.
âoh my god,â you mumble incoherently, âoh my god, iâm getting married tomorrow,â clenching your fist, shouting as if he were somehow unaware.
his silence is deafening, his release still clinging to your body as you jump from the wooden table, marching into the bathroom, swallowing the urge to cry.
eddie stands with his head hung low, belt still undone as you sanctimoniously barging back past him to redress yourself, muttering ferocious whispers to yourself.
âiâm getting married tomorrow,â you repeat, unwavering anger in your voice. undecided on whether you were telling him or yourself that fact.
âso youâre still gonna marry him?â eddie asks, a slight hint of optimism in his tone. he had reason to be, you suppose. anyone else would assume the same.
you swallow, âwhat else is there for me?â
getting married had been the next logical step. you had the job, the house, the sweet, timid guy that wouldnât hurt a fly. why wouldnât you marry him?
his face crumples, brows stitched together in confusion, âme?â
almost on instinct, your head shakes, smacking your palm into his shoulder, âno. not you. itâs not supposed to be you,â a certain sadness plaguing your tone, âit was never supposed to be you,â palm slapping into his chest.
eddieâs face falls, holding his jacket in his hands wishing youâd take it back, tell him you were lying and that you really did still love him.
buried somewhere under years of regret, you probably still did.
tears weep out of the corner of your eye, quickly wiped away with your trembling finger. âyou need to leave,â eyes pointed to the floor, refusing to look at him any longer.
he sighs, hesitantly stepping around the mess you both had made and out of your peripheral view. slow steps, willing for your mouth to open and those three words to dance out of it.
the door clicks shut and youâre alone again. nauseous and wishing you had just let him stay, wanting nothing more than to be held in your insurmountable feelings of remorse.
-
youâve barely slept, overwhelmed with a sense of guilt and indecision.
six years of work and making something of yourself had come horrifically crashing down in one night, one stupid, moronic mistake.
but was it really a mistake when your heart still aches and your lips still feel the traces of his.
a short knock breaks you from your trance, the noise youâd been dreading all night.
sarah. bright-eyed and stupidly excitable nature, ready for your wedding day.
âwoah,â she remarks, eyes darting around the room youâre just now realising you forgot to clean, âcrazy night?â she smirks, eyeing the bottles and pens that had fallen from the desk to the floor.
âoh,â you smile, bile rising in your throat, âiâm just..â clambering for an excuse, âclumsy.â
she scoffs, dumping her bag on the unmade bed, âyou donât have to lie to me,â smile growing, âif you and mark wanna.. break traditions then iâm all for it.â
her wilful innocence makes you feel all the more worse. youâre supposed best friend was none the wiser, bouncing around with a proud smile, ready for your wedding day.
- eddieâs pov -
steve notices somethingâs up immediately.
dark rings accompanying eddieâs eyes after he had gone missing for hours last night.
âyou good?â steveâs hand thwacks against his back, assuming eddieâs manner was all to do with the fact that you were getting married and not that only a few hours ago, he was telling you that he still loved you while you were having sex.
the ride to the venue is quiet, which everyone appreciates, having prepared for a litany of complaints and whining.
the church is even more extravagant than the hotel, resembling one of those castles heâd seen in a fairytale book.
he wants that to make him feel better, that at least he wasnât the one wasting all of this money on a stupid wedding, but it doesnât.
because irregardless of how much money you were spending, you were still marrying someone else.
sure, it wouldnât be a particularly honest nor holy marriage but itâd be a marriage nonetheless. something he would never have with you. no matter how hard he tried.
they file into the pew, sitting slumped against the varnished wood as everyone chatters around him.
concerned heads fly around, the groomsmen rushing up the aisle as theyâre beckoned by your bridesmaids.
eddie sits up, looking around at the frantic bridesmaids who were desperately trying to get the pastorâs attention. somethingâs wrong. he can feel it in his bones.
he throws up a quick two with his fingers to steve before sliding out of the pew, ducking his head down the aisle as he searches for you.
slipping past the worried wedding party, opening a multitude of doors in search of you. hoping that youâd at least made it to the church, that you were okay.
he doesnât expect to find you in here, holding onto your mouth, mascara stains dripping down your cheeks, curled into the corner with your shoulders shaking. eddie slips in, shoving the broom in between the door handle, ensuring that no one else could find the pair of you.
you spend a moment, gazing into each otherâs eyes until you squeak, âwhatâre you doing?â the most soul crushing tone that makes his heart ache.
âi came to find you,â he says, simply.
because he would, heâd do it in every life.
your palm smears the black stains around your cheek, scoffing at his words. âyou shouldnât have.. iâm fine,â trying to convince yourself more than you were him.
âyou donât look fine.â
your bottom lip trembles, threatening to spill over again. evoking a harsh stab of guilt through his chest. eddie surges toward you, placing his palms over yours, âyou donât have to do this.. we can leave right now,â he assures, searching your eyes. heâd whisk you away in a heartbeat, you didnât even have to ask. just give him that look.
your nostrils flare, a wail constricted to the back of your throat, trying hard not to alert the hundreds of wedding guests sat just a couple hundred meters away. the dark light of the closet does well to accentuate your tearful eyes, his heart aching with every sniffle, every quietened sob that falls from your lips.
then, you growl, rather forcefully slapping his chest, âthis is your fault,â fingers grabbing onto his suit jacket, âwhy couldnât you just leave me alone?â frustration seeping out of your words.
eddie doesnât have an answer, at least not one that would make you feel better.
so he stands in silence, letting you treat him like your verbal punching bag.
âi canât do it,â you cry, burying your face into his neck, âi canât.. marry him.â
he nods, stood just before you in this cramped closet, âyou donât have to,â assuredly grabbing your sodden cheeks, streaks of black stain his palms, âwe can go.. anywhere you want, right now.â
promising the world because really, it was all he had to offer.
he wasnât rich, hadnât figured out how to get the fuck out of hawkins yet but he did know that he loves you and heâd do anything to prove that.
you swallow, averting your eyes to the sparkling ring on your hand, curled into the fabric of his jacket. âokay,â flicking back to his eyes, itâs so simple and yet it knocks the breath from his lungs.
nothing really registers, eddie had planned for more bargaining, certain that regardless of his pleas, youâd still end up walking down that aisle, promising yourself to another man.
âreally?â he asks, clarifying for both himself and for you. there was still time for you to pull yourself together and go get married, he wasnât going to deny you that.
âreally,â you nod frantically, âiâll go anywhere,â tugging at the collar of his shirt, âanywhere with you.â
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Please please pleasee i'm begging tell me "to sweet for me" will have a part 2.
yes i think so!! i kinda have an idea i just need the time to execute it <3
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cooking up some more mean asshole tough but secretly whipped eddie bc i love him!
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too sweet (for me)
18+. mdni. smut. mentions of violence and drugs. eddie is a dick but not when it comes to r <333 :} female!reader
eddie munson had been hardened by life. how could one night possibly demolish all of the walls he had spent so long building?
a/n: sorry for being mia again lol i am trying i swear!! i have another eddie fic coming that i love and probably the other parts to the steve zombie au! iâm usually never busy but these last few weeks have been wild
the club is too loud, too busy and too sweaty. eddie wasnât a fan, never had been.
he squeezes past the crowd, grumbling to himself as he goes. eddie preferred to be in bed by three. his mom was very spiritual and had drilled into him that nothing good could come out of being awake at the witching hour.
something or someone knocks into him, or vice versa, he canât really tell. itâs too dark and heâs had too much to even really care.
âwatch it,â you snap, twisting around to send the dirtiest glare.
âwhat the fuck? you bumped into me,â he shouts over the loud thumping beat. immediately wishing he could swallow his words, noticing your eyes narrow, sizing him up. youâre the prettiest girl in this place, the only one heâs even looked at twice and now you hated him.
âwhatever asshole,â you snarl, before continuing your way to the busy bar.
eddie hesitates for a moment before shoving through the path youâd made, angering another ten people on his way. he didnât care, that couldnât be your only impression of him.
he catches up, squeezing into the tiny space next to you, leaning against the sticky marble as you wait patiently.
his hand brushes your arm, earning another sly glance, face screwing up as you realise heâd tailed you to the bar.
âsorry,â he starts, not giving you the opportunity to tell him to fuck off first. âi wanted to apologise.. i was rude,â tongue resting on his bottom lip, appreciating the new found lighting and how it made you glow.
âyou were,â smiling pointedly, eyes trailing down his chest, âbut you can buy me a drink to make up for it.â
eddie stares, mouth agape at your brutal, up-front attitude before it turns to a tiny smirk, âi think thatâs fair,â honestly he admired it. the only girl in here worth a second glance.
âvodka,â you add, making room for him to order.
he takes one last admiring look at you before turning to the bartender.
you tunnel your way back through the crowd, your friends long gone by now. eddie didnât mind keeping you company, not one bit.
his fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging you gently back towards him. rightfully earning another scathing glare as you stop, inches in front of him.
âyouâre not gonna even tell me your name?â he leans in, smirking as he does.
your lips brush against his ear, name soft as silk as you mutter into his hair. it sends shivers down his spine, wanting your lips on his ear and his neck.
âeddie,â he replies, resting his hand on the small of your back, keeping you close in the packed club.
âare you a dancer, eddie?â the way his name rolls off of your tongue makes him unfathomably crazy.
ânot really,â he mumbles, tongue poking out of his lips.
âtoo bad,â your smirk, pulling towards the bustling dance floor before he can argue against it.
he didnât like clubbing nor dancing but if you insist, he couldnât say no.
the music ripples around him, hazy when all he can focus on is you and the way your hips twist in time to the beat. youâre not even trying and yet heâs completely encapsulated by your body.
thereâs an attempt at dancing along with you, though heâs not any good. itching to just place his hands on your waist and let you guide him.
the purple light catches your eye as you move closer, eddieâs eyes latched onto you the entire time.
âyouâre really not a dancer, are yaâ?â you lean in to whisper.
âcanât help it, iâm distracted,â he purrs, daring to place his hand on the small of your back.
you purse your lips, keeping whatever snarky comment to yourself.
fuck it.
âdâyou wanna get out of here?â eddie asks, âi know a place.â
your brow quirks, âhm? how do i know you wonât kidnap me?â
he tilts his head, meeting your eye, âyouâll just have to trust me,â offering his hand for you to take, eager to get you out of this club.
really, heâd go anywhere if it meant he could look at you properly without getting elbowed in the back by sweaty drunks.
you hesitate for a split second, which he supposes is fair, before placing your hand in his, permission to lead you from the dance floor and out into the chilly night.
your arms wrap around yourself, shivering in the cold.
eddie doesnât hesitate, taking his jacket off and placing it around your shoulders. âitâs not far from here.. we can walk?â
your eyes narrow once more, pulling his jacket tighter, âlead the way, eddie.â
he knows youâre trying to taunt him, maybe rile him up a little and by god is it working. taking your hand once more as you start the walk to his apartment, anticipating coursing through his veins.
-
the elevator ride up to his floor is hell, fingers twitching to touch you. heâd do it too, if you were alone. plagued with one of his neighbours just trying to get home as you hang off of his arm.
eddieâs thankful his floor is first, losing the will to not just grab you right then and there.
your mouth falls open, eyes flitting around the apartment he definitely didnât pay someone else to decorate for him.
âyou live here?â
eddie didnât grow up around money. he lived in a trailer for most of his life, cramped into the tiny home with his uncle in some dead end town until he finally found the nerve to move himself to chicago.
there were dreams of a music career that wilted away pretty quickly after he realised that there were a hundred and one other screwed up teens just like him, all wanting the same thing.
selling drugs wasnât exactly his chosen path but heâd sold a little weed in high school and found he wasnât awful at it and now here he was.
with more money than he knew what to do with and a reputation for being a hard ass.
he doesnât entertain your amazement, sidling over to you with his hands already finding their place to your waist.
âthe bedroomâs even better,â eddie smirks, feeling your fingers twist around his t-shirt.
âgo âhead,â half-smile on your pretty lips.
your body brushes against his as you trail behind, not wanting to waste another second. he hasnât even kissed you yet, has no idea how addicting youâll taste, the slight hint of vanilla in your smudged lipgloss.
expertly twisting you around, stumbling over just slightly before he catches you, planting his lips on yours, manoeuvring your entwined bodies around the darkened room.
heâs done this dance a hundred times, but something about you feels different. youâre mailable, trusting in his hands to guide you to the bed while your hands sit atop his shoulders.
falling back onto the mattress, tugging him down atop of your body, fingers clawing at his collar while his hands roam your body, grabbing at your hips and waist.
eddie haphazardly reaches for the lamp, disconnecting your lips for a brief moment before the orange hue fills the room.
you groan in response, sprawled out on the mattress underneath him.
âi wanna see you,â he remarks, taking your bottom lip between his teeth before he kisses you properly again. a full battle between teeth and tongues, barely catching against one another, lips wet with each other.
you sigh softly into his mouth when his hand travels beneath your dress, sliding between your aching thighs, panties already wet and begging to be torn off.
he doesnât though, wanting to draw this out just a tiny bit longer, removing his fingers from your heat to toy with the hem of your dress.
âfuck,â you gasp, breaking away from his lips, âdonât be mean,â swollen bottom lip jutting out to make it all that much worse.
âokay,â eddie laughs quietly, âiâm done,â sticking to his word as your dress comes down in one rough tug, grunting as he does so.
he sits up on his knees, admiring the sight of your quivering body below. âworth it,â he remarks, tearing off his own t-shirt, and launching it across the room somewhere.
his jeans are next, shaking them off of his leg as they land on the floor with a soft thud.
your hand instinctively covers your chest, shying away from his hungry gaze.
ânuhuh,â eddie bites, pulling your arm away, pinning it underneath his as he comes back to your level, hovering just above. âdonât do that.â
you blink, pulling him closer with your free hand. the cat and mouse routine had been going on far too long, even for him. feeling your heat against his cock, almost painful to the touch as it strains his boxers.
âwell if you hurried up..â you start, tilting your chin towards him with a tiny smirk.
eddie laughs loudly, yanking your panties down abruptly, âalright sweetheart, i hear ya,â returning his hand to between your thighs, spreading you open with his middle finger before sliding the digit in.
you huff in response, mouth falling open as that melodic tone heâs been waiting for falls from your lips, dancing around his ears.
your head falls back against the soft pillow, opening your legs further as he shifts fully in between, biting down onto his bottom lip.
âthat better?â pumping his finger between your slick folds, your breath quivering with every move.
you nod quickly, readjusting your grip on his shoulder, taking a deep breath when his thumb finds your clit.
he canât hold off any longer, pulling his fingers out and tugging his boxers down, cock springing up against his stomach.
âmhm,â he groans, teasing your sopping cunt with the tip of his already leaking cock, lapping up every last whine of appreciation you let slip.
eddie slides in, staggered breaths as he pauses, adjusting his position to allow his hand to find your hand, fingers intertwining while you huff into his ear.
âshit,â he utters, slowly thrusting his hips, gripping your hand tighter, pressing you into the mattress.
he wouldnât have fucked around so much if he knew this is what youâd feel like.
your thighs squeeze around his waist, the soft skin encasing him. goading him on with your sweet breathless whines, repeating his name like gospel.
working his way to the hilt, debating why he could just sit there for a while with his cock buried deep inside of you or not.
your fingers twist around his curls, gently tugging on the messy mop atop of his head.
whimpering into the tiny shared space between your faces, your eyes fighting to stay open. cheeks warm and flushed, incoherent babbling trailing from your mouth.
âyou.. you feel fuckinâ insane,â eddie growls, wishing he could swallow that familiar twist in his stomach, keep this going forever and ever.
the air is warm, filthy sounds of his skin against yours fill the room as you desperately move your hips against his. loosely connecting your lips in a hazy kiss, he can feel you tighten around him, whimpers strained and needy as you near your orgasm.
âahh fuck,â eddie mewls, burying his head into the delicate skin of your neck, leaving lazy kisses in the crook. hoping he can hold out for just a minute more while you tremble around him. coming undone right beneath his body.
you hum into his ear, running your fingers along his scalp, pulling gently on his hair.
eddie canât stop himself any longer, pulling his cock out of your cunt before he cums, letting his release cover your thigh instead.
your nails continue to trace through his hair while his mouths babbles a bunch of nonsensical bullshit into your neck, surely condemned by a life in hell for the blasphemous shit he was saying.
coaxing his head out of the comfort of your skin to gaze into his tired eyes, your heartbeats coinciding with one another.
instead of saying anything, you grin, laughing quietly to yourself. eddie thinks youâre crazy and yet, heâs sure he mightâve just fallen in love.
-
eddie feels like a creep, watching as you sleep, your leg twisted somewhere between his making him terrified to even think about moving.
he doesnât want to startle you, in fact he doesnât really want this to end. he knows that once you wake, heâll be lucky to see you again.
maintaining relationships wasnât exactly a skill he possessed.
you stir sometime later, feeling your way up his chest as you come around. maybe youâd think he was a freak, maybe youâd regret it and decide to file a restraining order or something.
âmorning,â you croak, lips plump with sleep, eyes barely open as they peep at the other side of the bed.
âhi,â wanting to cringe at his complete lack of charm.
âyou talk in your sleep,â you say pointedly, shadows of a smile on your lips.
âoh really? what was i saying?â
you shrug, âsomething about a fire,â scrunching your nose up. idyllic as you bask in the morning light, a real picture of beauty.
âa fire? thatâs weird, i was dreaming about you,â undecided whether it were too much too soon.
you curl away from him, shying into the pillow when a bang at the door interrupts everything, damn near rattling his entire apartment.
you look to him again, confusion threading your brows together, âwhoâs that?â worry seeping through your tone.
âi donât know,â well, he had a pretty good idea of who it probably was and he most definitely didnât want to deal with that right now.
they bang again, eddie unfurling his arm from your waist, âiâll be two minutes,â frowning to himself as he pulls his boxers on.
as expected, gareth and jeff stand outside, gormless as their eyes fall to his bare legs.
âwoah,â gareth exclaims, eyes wide.
âwhat dâyou two want?â
âyou not gonna invite us in?â jeff presses, still marvelling at his legs.
âno.â
âwhy?â gareth peers into the apartment, âwhoâve you got in there?â
âyour mom,â eddie quips, âwhy are you here?â
the two idiots share a look, half-offended, half trying to figure out if eddie was telling the truth or not.
âwell-â they come closer, âweâve got that shipment.. for the thing,â brows wiggling, âcoupleâa weeks and itâll be in.â
this leads to eddie closing the door further round, in fear of you overhearing. heâs not sure how well received thatâd be on your first morning together.
âshh,â he hisses, looking around the very empty corridor, âyou couldnât have told me this later?â
they shake their heads in unison, âmurray said to let you know, no phones.. no paper trail.â
eddie searches both of their blank faces before nodding, âalright.. alright, you can go now.â
they oblige but not before jeff grabs his crotch, winking at eddie which makes him slightly uncomfortable and letting out an almost inaudible have fun before disappearing into the elevator.
the urge to knock their heads together had never been stronger, returning to his apartment to find you stood in the middle of his bedroom, staring at the pictures on his dresser.
âi used to be cute, right?â he knows exactly which one youâre looking at, startling at the sound of his voice.
you turn, still holding onto the frame, âis that your mom?â
âmhm,â he hums, taking the frame from your grasp, âshe..â clearing his throat, âshe died when i was younger,â tracing his thumb over the image of her crazy hair.
âoh,â you frown, looking at him with pitiful eyes, âiâm sorry.â
he shakes his head, hair falling out of the loose bun heâd thrown up, âdonât apologise,â placing the photo back in itâs rightful place, âshe was sick,â turning to you with his half-moon eyes.
he wishes he hadnât even said it, the look on your face was too woeful, especially after the large grin youâd had plastered on it just this morning.
eddie sniffs, jumping to action, âget dressed,â he practically orders, wanting nothing more than to change the subject, âweâre going out,â telling, rather than asking.
âwhere?â
he shrugs, opening the large closet which mostly consisted of plain black tees and his jeans.
âi donât have any clothes.. or my toothbrush, give me an hour and-â
interrupted by a shirt flying over, just about catching it before it lands on the ground, âwear mine, thereâs a spare toothbrush in the bathroom,â eddie nods, sliding into his own clothes.
you stare dumbfounded at the cotton, before glancing back at him, âuh.. i donât- what if people think..â
he turns, smile already peaking through, âif people think what? that we fucked? oh no,â riddled with sarcasm.
âyouâre not funny,â you pout though you shimmy into the t-shirt, âi didnât mean that i just..â trailing off into silence.
eddieâs eyes widen, something about seeing you in his shirt invigorated something within.
âdonât look at me like that,â shying away though there was really no need. heâd seen it all already.
âi canât help it,â he remarks, standing wide-eyed.
your eyes roll in return, turning away to slip into his sweats though that makes everything worse. eddie instantly jumps to grab you, squeezing your arms against your sides, eliciting a high pitched squeal from you.
âmaybe breakfast can wait,â growling into your ear, tripping over your legs as he barrels towards the bed.
-
eddie sighs, eyeing the seemingly stagnant clock on the dash. he knows you get off at three, toying with the idea of telling you heâs coming to get you or just turning up outside your building.
he figures heâs close enough that he wonât bother, shifting into drive. youâd only seen each other yesterday but he couldnât get enough.
girls came and went in his life, never sticking around long enough for him to really get to know them. it felt different this time, he was itching to be with you, this constant need to be near you, with you. it scared him deep down, turning his stomach at the thought of someone actually meaning something to him.
he watches the door like a hawk, positioned outside so that you canât possibly miss him.
itâs five after three by the time you emerge from the grand door, closely followed by who he assumes are your co-workers. eyes narrowing at the sight of the spindly guy following behind.
eddie clocks the exact moment you spot him, ducking your head as you break away from the group and slide into the passenger seat.
âwhatâre you doing here?â you flush, though your smile is evident, creeping onto his own face.
âi canât come pick you up from work?â
you shrug, still coy as your co-workers dawdle, staring into the car with eager eyes.
âwhyâre you so shy all of a sudden? not even gonna kiss me?â eddie teases, feeling the eyes of your colleagues hot on his face.
âshut up,â you scoff, rolling your eyes.
he takes this as a challenge, leaning over the centre console to press his forehead to yours, waiting for your approval before embarrassing you any further.
your lips lock onto his before he can think about it, deciding to turn the innocent kiss into what he can only describe as a sloppy, over exaggerated makeout session. something similar to his first attempts at kissing.
you pull back, groaning in disgust, averting your eyes from the nosy gaggle of colleagues that still stood gawping.
mission accomplished.
eddie grins before speeding away, not bothering to acknowledge them another time.
you want to be annoyed, eddie can tell. tutting in your seat as if you didnât enjoy that just as much as he did.
âwho was that? your boyfriend?â only half-joking.
thereâs another sigh, âi wish,â as you mess around with the dials on the dash.
eddie would normally smack your hand away but for you, he couldnât.
an absolute sucker for the way your fingers danced around the tortoise shell interior, making yourself comfortable in his car like you should.
-
âyouâve never been to brunch?â you fret, looking at him with pure amazement over the table.
âno,â eddie chuckles, taking a sip of his coffee, âwhy would i?â
âwhy wouldnât you?â smiling wide.
thereâs been a lot of firsts for eddie these past few weeks.
youâd dragged him for a walk around the park in front of his complex, perplexed that heâd never even bothered. heâd been into a florist for the first time, hand picking some overpriced bouquet just for you.
he shakes his head, shrugging. there wasnât any time for brunch when you had to move kilos of cocaine for rich aristocrats.
âyou donât live,â you scoff, sipping on your 11am mimosa as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
itâs ridiculous how soft you make him feel. heâd do brunch in some gentrified neighbourhood every day if it meant you smiled at him like that.
everything about you is too sweet, your clothes, the perfume you doused yourself in, the lipstick stains youâd leave behind on shared cigarettes. even last week when youâd made him stop for some cat food for the tiny stray that hung around your garden. who does that?
âsome of us have to work, sweetheart,â eddie teases, shuffling around on the far-too-fancy chair.
âi work,â you hit back, âonly difference is that what i do, isnât illegal,â whispering the last part of your sentence, smug as you take a drink.
he looks on in pure awe. the fact that you could speak to him like that and yet still end up his favourite person was a miracle in and of itself.
âdâyou want me to pay for your fuckinâ brunch or not?â
âi can pay fâmyself,â you huff.
âbut i donât want you to.â
your eyes glint, pursing your lips to the side, âi donât want to either.â
-
eddieâs already trembling in the car, murray droning on about the importance of gloves next to him. this all seemed like a good idea a couple of weeks ago and now his stomach flipped with every turn.
that was before he had something to lose, before he met you.
maybe weeks of you loosening him up had ruined him. the soft life was a dream in comparison to this. the complete fear coursing through his veins was enough to make him never want to leave the serene calm of your arms ever again.
a couple of years ago he was just some kid selling weed to the losers that hung around the block and now heâs clutching a pistol, contemplating whether heâd survive if he just jumped out of the car.
murray wouldnât let him. heâd find him, make him pay for being such a pussy.
eddieâs eyes fall shut, head lolling back against the seat, conjuring up images of you in his head. if he had to do it, he also had to make it out alive.
for you.
-
a ringing bellows through his head, fumbling with the keys as his fingers shake.
he couldnât remember if you were at work tonight, hoping you wouldnât have to see this. get pulled into his ridiculous life.
eddie stumbles through the door, making a beeline for the bathroom when your voice calls out from the kitchen.
âeds?â
choosing to ignore it, focussed on the churning in his stomach and the need to empty whatever was rumbling around in there.
it all comes out into the toilet, heaving and retching as you round the corner completely perplexed by whatever was going on.
heâs slumped on the cold floor, gasping for air when you speak, âeddie?â terror in your voice.
âwhat happened?â
eddie barely looks up, focused on not throwing up again. he canât explain it, thereâs no words to tell you what happened without incriminating himself.
your eyes fall to the red splatters on his shirt, the cuts that littered his knuckles and the purple hue that had started taking over his cheek.
any idiot could put two and two together.
heâs been cryptic about what he does for work, never saying too much but just enough for you to understand. he didnât want to tell you, to have to drag you into all this. that wasnât fair.
for a moment, he thinks youâre about to run out of the door and never look back. he wouldnât blame you if you did.
instead, you take charge, stepping into the bathroom with your hands resting on your hips, âget up,â you order, tugging at his arm.
he doesnât. still partially curled around the toilet bowl, confused about your attitude.
âi said get up,â barking again, holding onto his elbow with an iron clad grip.
eddie obliges this time around, shakily standing up. he feels like a child, waiting for you to tell him what to do, to make him feel normal again.
you pull him to the sink, running the warm water, scrubbing his hands with yours. the water runs a murky colour, red and brown alike.
âget under your nails,â you add, lathering the soap on his palms, laser focused on his hands rather than the sorry state that had overcome him.
he does as you ask, scrubbing under his nails. standing aloof when you turn the water off.
your hands find the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head, âoff,â nodding towards his jeans.
itâs a little unsettling that you know exactly what to do, but eddieâs not complaining. grateful for your presence, for your forward thinking. who knows what he wouldâve done if you werenât here. he thinks he probably wouldâve handed himself straight into the cops.
you hold a bag open for him, gesturing for his clothes to go in. âweâll.. we can get rid of them tomorrow,â eventually meeting his eyes again.
he nods, allowing you to guide him through to his bedroom. pliable, completely at your mercy. if you told him that jumping off of bridge would help, heâd do it.
you dump the bag of evidence on the floor before pulling out a fresh shirt and sweatpants, flinging them on the bed.
âget dressed.. iâll get you some water,â before flouncing out of the room.
eddie hated himself for dragging you into his life like this. it was always supposed to be something separate, something isolated from your relationship.
heâs barely dressed by the time you return, feeling like a pitiful mess. if the look on your face were anything to go by, he looked like it too.
âeddie,â you begin, that same sad tone youâd had when he told you about his mom, âi donât..â stepping closer, âneed to know what happened- i donât really want to know either but.. you canât let it fuck you up,â looking at him earnestly, which honestly hurts more.
he nods, âi know,â because he did. âiâm sorry for-,â he sighs, âfor getting you involved, i never wanted you to see this.â
you respond by throwing your arms around his waist, squishing your cheek against his chest, âdonât.. donât start with that.â
his chin finds the top of your head, nestling into your hair, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.
itâs a nice type of silence, the air heavy with unspoken words but he thinks thatâs okay.
you understand anyway.
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âtil the world caves in: something in the orange
mdni 18+. smut. exfamous!steve x female reader. zombie apocalypse au! mentions of guns and violence throughout. no use of y/n!
a/n: this is my new iteration of the apocalypse au! i dabbled with it before but actually rlly like this one, matter of fact, most of the chapters are written already lmfao:) the famous part rlly is just there for this oneee specific scene i had in mind for a later part but itâs something different i guess
nobody cares who you are in the apocalypse. well, maybe except for you.
life before the outbreak had been weird enough for steve, his band had just started their rise to fame when all this shit went down.
it wasnât exactly where he wanted to be at 19 but money and fame werenât anything he was gonna say no to.
and then news broke that people had started eating each otherâs faces and now he was no longer this up and coming star, rather just some guy trying to stay alive with some girl heâd met fleeing new york.
six years was more than enough time for them to become best friends, travelling through various camps and groups of people before they ended up somewhere in the middle of indiana.
steveâs never been here before and he wishes he wasnât here now.
thereâs nothing for miles and now robinâs leg is fucked, he thinks it might be the end.
the buttfuck town of hawkins indiana would be their demise.
theyâd collapsed on the fence of some building, too dehydrated and tired to care. accepting a certain death as robin cries softly next to him, their fingers entwined as death awaits.
they were pretty delirious when they were picked up by some group. a tall man with a thick moustache and a lady with a sweet voice, helping them across town to their compound.
heâs not entirely sure what had happened when theyâd arrived, heâd been bustled into a room and remembers collapsing on the bed with a pounding in his head before blacking out.
-
turns out he was out for days, waking up in the dark confines of a tiny box room with nothing else around him. admittedly, the lack of robin in his immediate vicinity scared the shit out of him.
all he can remember is that her leg was infected and her head was starting to hurt which was never a good sign.
a small, curly haired lady bursts into the room, startled to see him standing, âoh! youâre awake! great,â she smiles.
âwhere am i?â he asks, like a petrified child.
âyouâre in hawkins,â she nods, âyou were in a pretty bad state when we found you.â
nothing had ever felt so befuddling, jolting him back into survival mode as he realises his bag was nowhere to be found.
âwhereâs robin? we need to.. we have to go,â steve rushes, fearing the worst.
âsheâs good, i think she was in the cafeteria.. we can go and get some food if youâd like?â the kind lady offers, pity in her eyes.
he nods, sceptical as he follows her out of the room and through the massive doors. thereâs laughter from the other side, amazed at the sight of the light bulbs glowing white. electricity. nothing like the candles and flashlights theyâd been using for years.
robin jumps up from the table the second he walks through, hobbling over with a few grunts and groans.
âyouâre awake! oh my god steve, iâve been so worried,â she frets, throwing her arms around his neck, trying to ignore the stares from the strangers in the room.
âyouâre okay? i thought..â he exhales, not wanting to finish his sentence. âi donât know.. fuck,â now robin was here and alive and in his arms, the overwhelming feeling of ten people gawping at him sinks in.
thereâs nothing familiar about this place, itâs nothing like the places theyâd stayed in, it feels like before.
âcome get some food,â robin ushers, placing her hand on his back and very slowly walking to the table, âitâs nice here,â she leans in to whisper, âeveryoneâs super nice, they even have electricity!â she marvels, helping him to the empty seat.
she pushes her plate towards him, beans and some sort of meat. he hadnât had a substantial meal in what felt like months, living off of foraged cans and jerky.
the crowd seems to back off at this point, leaving him and robin to eat. to try and digest this place despite feeling like he was in some crazy dream.
âwe found some stragglers, out at the old school,â he hears a voice from behind, talking about himself and robin, âthey were in pretty bad shape.â
steve doesnât look around, continuing to eat his portion of robinâs dinner instead.
turns out he didnât have to, as you arrive at his table, shotgun still strapped to your back and a thick layer of dirt all over your face.
âyou the new guys?â you ask, looking between him and robin.
âyeah,â answering for the both of them, ârobin,â extending her hand to meet yours.
you shake it, with a small, wary smile before turning your attention to steve, eyes narrowed as if youâre trying to place him.
âi remember you,â smiling with the side of your mouth, sizing him up. âsteve harrington,â saying his name with such conviction, ânewest member of in motion, werenât you?â
heâs surprised that anyone would even care to remember him or the shitty boy band he was coerced into, âi mean, i was.. doesnât really matter now though, right?â
you hum and heâs not sure whether itâs positive or not, âi used to be a fan,â steve couldnât fathom someone like you ever being a fan of the shitty corporate pop he used to make. âmaybe you can perform for us some day.â
itâs the first time in years that anyone has recognised him from before. unsure of how it makes him feel.
-
steve had presumed that he and robin were doing pretty well, they were alive werenât they?
heâd found out that actually, neither of the two knew a single thing about proper, adequate survival skills and had gotten by with some grace of god.
he could shoot a gun, at least he thought he could. they typically just aimed and shot and hoped for the best rather than all of this.
you kick his feet further apart, barking shoulder width into his ear for the umpteenth time. itâs pretty hard to focus when youâre standing right behind him with your soft lips brushing against his ear every few seconds.
robin takes to it like a duck on water, keeping her arms straight and the gun in line with her eye. how the fuck does she know all of this shit?
steve fires and subsequently misses the makeshift target, cursing under his breath with a nasty side eye to robin who hits it straight in the drawn on face.
âsteve,â you warn, walking over to him with a slight frown, âkeep it steady, that kick back is no joke.â
he pulls a face, realigning the gun to his eye and tries again.
missing the target entirely this time.
âokay,â you sigh, the feel of your arms wrapping around his startle him for a second before the rest of your body presses against his back.
oh god.
itâd look pretty weird if he popped a boner while on shooting practice, he thinks.
itâs not as if human contact is a thing he encounters regularly, how was his body supposed to know the difference?
your chin rests on his shoulder, peering over at the target, hands coming to sit atop of his sweaty ones as you aim for him.
âthat good?â you ask, breath tickling his ear.
it felt good, felt very good actually. your chest flat against his back, his breathing falling into to time with yours.
âye- yup,â he flutters, almost choking on the words.
steve get it together.
âso go,â you order.
his finger presses the trigger, the bullet flies through the target, straight between the eyes.
âthere you go!â you celebrate, the warmth of your body on his disappearing as you come to join him at his side.
he and robin share a look, robinâs smirk was unmistakable, steve knew what she was thinking, somehow he always did.
âgo again, just you this time,â nodding with encouragement.
his thoughts are jumbled, preoccupied with the want for you to touch him again. just this time, maybe somewhere more private.
but he does it. the painted on silhouette is hit straight through the forehead, garnering a whoop from robin.
âyouâre getting the hang of it,â you smile, fingers brushing over his as you take the gun from his hand. it makes him shiver, electricity pulsing between you. âdonât worry, we can come back out here another day,â sharing a look that lingers just a little too long.
you collect robinâs gun and announce something about lunch but steve canât focus, still attempting to collect himself from a puddle on the floor.
âman, if you donât get in there, iâm going to,â robin quips, slapping him quite harshly on the back.
âfuck off,â he hits back, trying to shake the loud, intrusive voice in the background of his mind.
there wasnât much time for love and relationships while he had to fight the undead. a small part of him wonders if maybe now itâs possible, in here, with you.
okay, heâs definitely getting ahead of himself.
-
you donât help steveâs delusions when you join him and robin at their table for breakfast, making sure to slide into the seat directly opposite just so he can try not to choke on his food.
âyou guys settling in okay?â you ask, not really looking at robin at all, eyes glued to his.
ây-yeah, itâs nice here,â he sputters, trying to focus on the bowl of porridge in front of him.
âgood,â you smile, sickeningly sweet.
robinâs foot swiftly connects with his leg, coughing on his mouthful as he returns the favour. he knows what sheâs getting at, heâd divulged his fantasies to her a couple nights ago.
theyâd been allocated separate rooms but hadnât dared to separate yet, holing up in steveâs bed as they got used to this place.
you look up again, as if you want to ask something, âi think uh.. a few of the kids found out you were in a band and they wanted to know if youâd sing for them at some point?â
steve narrows his eyes, not forgetting that youâd already revealed yourself as a fan, âthey asked?â quirking his brow.
your lips pucker, jabbing at your food in an attempt to hide, âwell..â looking up at him through spindly lashes, âmaybe not just them.â
he feels this intangible sensation in his chest, a burning that aches his insides.
âokay,â he smiles, managing to keep it down, âiâll sing for y- them,â hoping no one pulls him on his freudian slip, cheeks burning scarlet.
your eyes light up, the whole world encapsulated within your irisâ, a sight he already dreamed of.
he feels like a teenager again, wondering if the pretty girl on the other side of the table liked him back.
-
âready?â you nod, slinging your backpack over your shoulder.
steveâs been anxiously awaiting his first shift on watch, scared about the prospect of accidentally fucking up and someone dying or something like that.
so for his first shift, heâd been graciously paired with you on the back wall. heâs been told thereâs never much action there, usually a few stray infected but nothing too serious.
it doesnât help that youâre in some ridiculously skimpy vest with the tightest pants heâs seen. thereâs not a chance in hell that heâll be able to keep his mind focused.
the pair of you stroll over to the wall, climbing the rusty old tower and relieving argyle and will from their positions.
grateful that you were given the evening shift as the hot july sun is setting and the breeze is beginning to kick in.
you immediately slump into the camp chair, slinging your bag from your back and kicking your heavy boots off, clunking against the metal as they land.
âso.. now we just sit here?â steve asks, cocking a brow at your relaxed disposition.
âyup,â nodding along as you squint up at him. âback wallâs never too exciting, i bet we donât see a soul.â
âyeah.. okay,â he nods too, taking a seat in the adjacent camp chair, praying for a quiet night.
time ticks on for what must be hours, the courtyard had gone quiet and all he can really hear is your gentle breaths and a cricket somewhere in the long grass.
it must be gone 2am by now and youâd not seen a single thing, not even any infected.
steve can feel your eyes on him, not daring to look over until you start speaking.
âbored yet?â
he shakes his head, he wasnât. this was pretty exhilarating if he was honest. every time you spoke to him, his heart rate seemed to soar.
âno, no this is nice.â
âthe quiet?â you question, tilting your head to the side.
âyeah.. i feel like i havenât really stopped since we got here.â
thereâd been copious amounts of training and the like since he had properly recovered. nancy had shown him how to tie and set up traps. dustin had attempted to explain how you guys had power, though he couldnât really grasp it.
and you, you had shown him how to shoot and fight and how to use a knife correctly rather than just flailing it around and hoping for the best.
âyouâre not a bad watch partner, some of them are so annoying,â rolling your eyes in jest, snickering quietly.
steve smiles, genuinely. he hadnât really experienced anyone other than robinâs company for a long time and while he loved her to death, it was nice to speak to someone else.
âyouâre not too bad yourself,â shying away after his pathetic attempt at flirting.
there had been a fair amount of consideration and a perhaps a little bit of delusion but he had dwelled on it and came to the conclusion that he really liked you.
probably more than he should do at this point.
you pout your lips, considering something before starting, âyou know.. thereâs something else we could do to pass the time..â
he stares, befuddled for a moment until the glint in your eye makes it all click.
âoh,â is all that comes out of his suddenly very dry mouth.
thereâs a flash of hurt and maybe embarrassment on your face, âor not.. i mean- i was just.. forget it,â squeezing your eyes shut as your palm hits your forehead.
âno! god no! i didnât think youâd want to.. yâknow, here..â terrified that he had screwed up his one chance.
not only would he have to leave hawkins, heâd probably have to curl up and die somewhere out of sheer embarrassment and regret.
âi wouldnât have asked if i didnât want to,â you shrug, uncurling from your blushing state.
steve almost falls from the rickety chair, âof course i do.. is it a good idea?â motioning over the wall somewhere, âwith the watch and stuff..â eager to not disappoint the rest of his new group mates.
âwe havenât seen a thing all night.. weâre not being relieved for another few hours.â
âi donât.. i donât think iâll need a few hours,â hell, ten minutes would be fairly optimistic.
a smirk nudges at your lips, standing from your chair to perch in front of him, hands on his shoulders as you take one last quick peek around.
âyouâre sure?â you ask, as if he wasnât gazing up at you like some pathetic puppy dog right now.
âso sure,â nodding enthusiastically. hesitant to touch you until you smile down at him, egging him on.
âget on the floor,â you instruct, still leering over the metal barriers, âjust in case.â
he does as heâs told, sitting back against the wall with a lopsided grin as his heart rate increases tenfold.
itâd been years since heâd had sex. he supposes there was that one girl at the third or fourth camp they were in but she was pretty weird and a little obsessive. it only happened once and then he couldnât bring himself to do it again.
but youâre smiling now, resting on his thighs and he thinks his heart might give out. thereâs no certainty that heâll even be able to last long enough for you to get any enjoyment from it but heâs willing to try.
a moment passes, eyes locked as you lean down, pressing a gentle yet excited kiss to his lips, itâs more human contact than heâs had in years.
you waste no time, fumbling with the button on his pants, sighing as you pop the button, waiting for him to return the honour.
steve lifts both of your bodies, barely kicking his jeans off before you sit back down, his fingers tingling with pure excitement as they unbutton your pants.
they end up somewhere in the pile of discarded clothes, focusing your attention back on his lips, carelessly connecting your lips.
your hips rock back and forth, sending a deep grumble from his throat to yours as his dick twitches in his boxers. he might as well not even bother to actually have sex, he was about to cum right then and there.
itâs made worse when your middle and index finger slide into the waistband of his boxers, struggling to stay afloat as you tug the material down just under his balls, cock springing up the second itâs freed.
you position your hands on his shoulders, looking down at him with wet lips, the only sounds are the crickets watching this degeneracy.
your hands find their place on his shoulders, holding yourself up while his fist finds his cock, lining himself up with your entrance, heart rate skyrocketing as you gasp above him.
his fingernails graze your skin, leaving indentations in the soft flesh, unable to contain the husky groan that escapes his lips.
your palm slaps over his mouth immediately, eyes wide as your hips rock, âyou have to be quiet,â you hush though the smirk tugging at your lips tells him youâre not angry.
steve feels electric, pulsing through his veins with every slight movement you make, garbling into your palm when your pace quickens.
bouncing on his cock, making the entire structure creak and wobble.
he realises now that itâs silent, how obvious the sounds of sex are, skin slapping against skin as you squeak and grunt alongside it.
youâre insane, keeping your hand firmly over his mouth as you use his shoulder for leverage, rolling your hips and squeezing around him.
heâs about ready to cum already, thereâs no surprise there. but heâs trying his hardest to hold out, to let you get something from this before he blows his load.
clinging on to your hips for dear life as they roll, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks while he turns to utter mush behind your hand.
âoh shit,â you whine, clit nudging against his pubic bone, louder than he could ever be.
thatâs it, hearing you whine sends his stomach lurching, with barely enough time to life your body from his lap before he explodes.
hips stuttering into the air as you watch with bated breath, still covering his mouth as a series of expletives tumble out, muffled and breathless.
steveâs never felt so embarrassed and yet so good all at once, the back of his head thwacking against the metal panel as he floats back to earth.
you rest atop of his thighs, nibbling on the skin of your bottom lip. thereâs a silence that makes him want to crawl up the side of the barrier and let infected rip him apart.
he wants to apologise for his premature ejaculation, a little ashamed that he couldnât prove himself to you but before he can conjure up the appropriate apology, your finger tilts his chin upwards, to meet your eyes.
you stifle it for a minute before bursting into a fit of giggles, âitâs okay.. maybe next time.â
albeit a very vague promise of a next time, steve starts to beam, still catching his breath as you shuffle off of his thighs, pulling your panties on as you lay back on the floor, gesturing for him to join you.
dawn breaks around the two of you, the birds rising to sing their song as you lay on the uncomfortable metal grates next to him.
itâs so serene, a picturesque view peeking from outside the little hut.
this is a feeling steve had thought he may never experience again, content with his life despite the rest of the world crumbling outside of the walls.
itâs something in the orange hue, an aching feeling that he owes to blind optimism. a spark of hope, remnants of a fear to lose anyone else.
to lose you.
your tongue pokes from the side of your lips, sighing softly, âthereâs something i have to tell you.â
he turns, watching your face fall. apprehensively awaiting the harsh truth you were about to unleash.
âgo on..â
this time you sigh loudly, exhausting the air from your lungs, âmy ex.. lives here too. heâs out on a run to fort wayne at the moment but, theyâre due back anytime now and i just need to pre-warn you that heâll probably be a bit of an ass when he finds out.â
relief washes through his body. was that it?
crazy psycho exes werenât something new to steve, albeit a long time since heâs had to even think about anything like that, but he doesnât care.
âoh my god,â he exhales, âyou scared me.. i thought you were âbout to say something crazy,â chuckling at his preemptive fear.
you whack his arm, âiâm being serious,â turning your head to glare at him, âheâs not.. the nicest person and he definitely wonât be nice about this.â
âwhatâs wrong with him?â steve asks, genuinely. theyâd crossed paths with a lot of fucked up people in the six years since this had started but he had never believed that anyone truly bad could live somewhere as nice as this.
those places always seemed to crumble, heâd seen it enough times to know. people had taken the apocalypse as a means to become awful people, dictating the lives of everyone around them as if you werenât all trying to do one thing.
survive.
you sigh, scrunching your nose, âhe and his uncle have been here from the start of it all, helped build this place to what it is now. but his uncle, wayne, left a year back.. went to try and find his brother, eddieâs dad.. and now eddieâs just eternally pissed off about it.â
steve contemplates your words, knowing heâd probably also be incredibly infuriated too. family, real blood family, was a rarity nowadays. most people had lost most, if not all of any semblance of family by now. he was astounded to arrive here and find real family, joyce had her sons, nancy had mike, even lucas had his sister.
âoh.. thatâs.. itâs understandable, i guess,â not quite finding the right words.
you nod, biting on the inside of your cheek. youâre holding something back, steveâs not sure what and heâs certainly not going to ask now. unwilling to ruin the moment.
âwhyâd you guys break up?â considering if heâd like to get in the middle of some complicated, messy situation.
for you? definitely.
âi dunno.. he was just so angry, he let it consume him,â a certain twinge of sadness to your tone.
âand he took it out on you?â
you scoff a little, âme and everyone else.. look, does it help if i say that he probably wonât shoot you?â
steve hums, ânot really.â
that does it, brings your smile back as you crack up shaking hysterically as you turn back to the sky.
âi still think you should sing for us all,â changing the subject completely.
steve groans, wiping the layer of sweat from his forehead. before all this, he wouldâve said that he preferred summer but now that there were corpses roaming the streets, he definitely favoured winter. that stench is something heâll never forget, rotting flesh and hot july sun were not a good mix.
âdidnât i already agree to sing for the kids?â he teases.
youâre interrupted from any further begging as nancyâs voice rings out from below, âhey guys? you there?â worry embedded into her voice.
âshit,â you hiss, shooting up as you grab your pants. âsorry.. sorry,â apologising for your lack of clothing and the accidental fright youâd given them.
âoh wow okay,â nancy bites from down below, laughing her head off, jonathan covers his eyes to give you a little privacy as you pull your jeans on, âhowâd i know that you two were gonna fuck this up?â
âyeah yeah, shut up,â you rush, cheeks burning as you jump into your clothes.
steve shuffles over sliding his pants back on as he turns beetroot red, not only was this his first shift, it was also the first time he was showing everyone that he was a capable person to keep around. heâs not so sure theyâll agree now.
nancy and jonathan climb up the ladder, a bemused expression shared across their faces, âquiet night?â nancy asks, cocking her head to the side.
âsomething like that,â shrugging off her quick remarks as you grab your backpack and shove steveâs into his chest.
the two stand there gawping as steve flushes, stepping into his sneakers and attempts to hurriedly brush his hair into place. he wants to be embarrassed, really, but heâs still riding the high of you even kissing him.
âsee anything interesting?â nancy bites, eyebrows raised expectantly.
ânope.â
âmhm i bet,â she smirks, her lips pursed as you shuffle past her, ignoring the smug look on her face as you climb down the ladder.
steve gives them both a little wave, still trying to hide his reddened cheeks as he follows you down from the perch.
youâre waiting for him at the bottom, tugging him away as the pair watch from above. it takes everything in him not to turn around and smile.
âyâwanna shower?â you ask, breaking the silence as you enter the building.
he damn near jumps into the air, clicking his heels together, suppressing his excitement with a simple nod, bounding along behind as you pull him along the corridor.
heâd take any shift if it meant ending up with you.
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âtil the world caves in: something in the orange
mdni 18+. smut. exfamous!steve x female reader. zombie apocalypse au! mentions of guns and violence throughout. no use of y/n!
a/n: this is my new iteration of the apocalypse au! i dabbled with it before but actually rlly like this one, matter of fact, most of the chapters are written already lmfao:) the famous part rlly is just there for this oneee specific scene i had in mind for a later part but itâs something different i guess
nobody cares who you are in the apocalypse. well, maybe except for you.
life before the outbreak had been weird enough for steve, his band had just started their rise to fame when all this shit went down.
it wasnât exactly where he wanted to be at 19 but money and fame werenât anything he was gonna say no to.
and then news broke that people had started eating each otherâs faces and now he was no longer this up and coming star, rather just some guy trying to stay alive with some girl heâd met fleeing new york.
six years was more than enough time for them to become best friends, travelling through various camps and groups of people before they ended up somewhere in the middle of indiana.
steveâs never been here before and he wishes he wasnât here now.
thereâs nothing for miles and now robinâs leg is fucked, he thinks it might be the end.
the buttfuck town of hawkins indiana would be their demise.
theyâd collapsed on the fence of some building, too dehydrated and tired to care. accepting a certain death as robin cries softly next to him, their fingers entwined as death awaits.
they were pretty delirious when they were picked up by some group. a tall man with a thick moustache and a lady with a sweet voice, helping them across town to their compound.
heâs not entirely sure what had happened when theyâd arrived, heâd been bustled into a room and remembers collapsing on the bed with a pounding in his head before blacking out.
-
turns out he was out for days, waking up in the dark confines of a tiny box room with nothing else around him. admittedly, the lack of robin in his immediate vicinity scared the shit out of him.
all he can remember is that her leg was infected and her head was starting to hurt which was never a good sign.
a small, curly haired lady bursts into the room, startled to see him standing, âoh! youâre awake! great,â she smiles.
âwhere am i?â he asks, like a petrified child.
âyouâre in hawkins,â she nods, âyou were in a pretty bad state when we found you.â
nothing had ever felt so befuddling, jolting him back into survival mode as he realises his bag was nowhere to be found.
âwhereâs robin? we need to.. we have to go,â steve rushes, fearing the worst.
âsheâs good, i think she was in the cafeteria.. we can go and get some food if youâd like?â the kind lady offers, pity in her eyes.
he nods, sceptical as he follows her out of the room and through the massive doors. thereâs laughter from the other side, amazed at the sight of the light bulbs glowing white. electricity. nothing like the candles and flashlights theyâd been using for years.
robin jumps up from the table the second he walks through, hobbling over with a few grunts and groans.
âyouâre awake! oh my god steve, iâve been so worried,â she frets, throwing her arms around his neck, trying to ignore the stares from the strangers in the room.
âyouâre okay? i thought..â he exhales, not wanting to finish his sentence. âi donât know.. fuck,â now robin was here and alive and in his arms, the overwhelming feeling of ten people gawping at him sinks in.
thereâs nothing familiar about this place, itâs nothing like the places theyâd stayed in, it feels like before.
âcome get some food,â robin ushers, placing her hand on his back and very slowly walking to the table, âitâs nice here,â she leans in to whisper, âeveryoneâs super nice, they even have electricity!â she marvels, helping him to the empty seat.
she pushes her plate towards him, beans and some sort of meat. he hadnât had a substantial meal in what felt like months, living off of foraged cans and jerky.
the crowd seems to back off at this point, leaving him and robin to eat. to try and digest this place despite feeling like he was in some crazy dream.
âwe found some stragglers, out at the old school,â he hears a voice from behind, talking about himself and robin, âthey were in pretty bad shape.â
steve doesnât look around, continuing to eat his portion of robinâs dinner instead.
turns out he didnât have to, as you arrive at his table, shotgun still strapped to your back and a thick layer of dirt all over your face.
âyou the new guys?â you ask, looking between him and robin.
âyeah,â answering for the both of them, ârobin,â extending her hand to meet yours.
you shake it, with a small, wary smile before turning your attention to steve, eyes narrowed as if youâre trying to place him.
âi remember you,â smiling with the side of your mouth, sizing him up. âsteve harrington,â saying his name with such conviction, ânewest member of in motion, werenât you?â
heâs surprised that anyone would even care to remember him or the shitty boy band he was coerced into, âi mean, i was.. doesnât really matter now though, right?â
you hum and heâs not sure whether itâs positive or not, âi used to be a fan,â steve couldnât fathom someone like you ever being a fan of the shitty corporate pop he used to make. âmaybe you can perform for us some day.â
itâs the first time in years that anyone has recognised him from before. unsure of how it makes him feel.
-
steve had presumed that he and robin were doing pretty well, they were alive werenât they?
heâd found out that actually, neither of the two knew a single thing about proper, adequate survival skills and had gotten by with some grace of god.
he could shoot a gun, at least he thought he could. they typically just aimed and shot and hoped for the best rather than all of this.
you kick his feet further apart, barking shoulder width into his ear for the umpteenth time. itâs pretty hard to focus when youâre standing right behind him with your soft lips brushing against his ear every few seconds.
robin takes to it like a duck on water, keeping her arms straight and the gun in line with her eye. how the fuck does she know all of this shit?
steve fires and subsequently misses the makeshift target, cursing under his breath with a nasty side eye to robin who hits it straight in the drawn on face.
âsteve,â you warn, walking over to him with a slight frown, âkeep it steady, that kick back is no joke.â
he pulls a face, realigning the gun to his eye and tries again.
missing the target entirely this time.
âokay,â you sigh, the feel of your arms wrapping around his startle him for a second before the rest of your body presses against his back.
oh god.
itâd look pretty weird if he popped a boner while on shooting practice, he thinks.
itâs not as if human contact is a thing he encounters regularly, how was his body supposed to know the difference?
your chin rests on his shoulder, peering over at the target, hands coming to sit atop of his sweaty ones as you aim for him.
âthat good?â you ask, breath tickling his ear.
it felt good, felt very good actually. your chest flat against his back, his breathing falling into to time with yours.
âye- yup,â he flutters, almost choking on the words.
steve get it together.
âso go,â you order.
his finger presses the trigger, the bullet flies through the target, straight between the eyes.
âthere you go!â you celebrate, the warmth of your body on his disappearing as you come to join him at his side.
he and robin share a look, robinâs smirk was unmistakable, steve knew what she was thinking, somehow he always did.
âgo again, just you this time,â nodding with encouragement.
his thoughts are jumbled, preoccupied with the want for you to touch him again. just this time, maybe somewhere more private.
but he does it. the painted on silhouette is hit straight through the forehead, garnering a whoop from robin.
âyouâre getting the hang of it,â you smile, fingers brushing over his as you take the gun from his hand. it makes him shiver, electricity pulsing between you. âdonât worry, we can come back out here another day,â sharing a look that lingers just a little too long.
you collect robinâs gun and announce something about lunch but steve canât focus, still attempting to collect himself from a puddle on the floor.
âman, if you donât get in there, iâm going to,â robin quips, slapping him quite harshly on the back.
âfuck off,â he hits back, trying to shake the loud, intrusive voice in the background of his mind.
there wasnât much time for love and relationships while he had to fight the undead. a small part of him wonders if maybe now itâs possible, in here, with you.
okay, heâs definitely getting ahead of himself.
-
you donât help steveâs delusions when you join him and robin at their table for breakfast, making sure to slide into the seat directly opposite just so he can try not to choke on his food.
âyou guys settling in okay?â you ask, not really looking at robin at all, eyes glued to his.
ây-yeah, itâs nice here,â he sputters, trying to focus on the bowl of porridge in front of him.
âgood,â you smile, sickeningly sweet.
robinâs foot swiftly connects with his leg, coughing on his mouthful as he returns the favour. he knows what sheâs getting at, heâd divulged his fantasies to her a couple nights ago.
theyâd been allocated separate rooms but hadnât dared to separate yet, holing up in steveâs bed as they got used to this place.
you look up again, as if you want to ask something, âi think uh.. a few of the kids found out you were in a band and they wanted to know if youâd sing for them at some point?â
steve narrows his eyes, not forgetting that youâd already revealed yourself as a fan, âthey asked?â quirking his brow.
your lips pucker, jabbing at your food in an attempt to hide, âwell..â looking up at him through spindly lashes, âmaybe not just them.â
he feels this intangible sensation in his chest, a burning that aches his insides.
âokay,â he smiles, managing to keep it down, âiâll sing for y- them,â hoping no one pulls him on his freudian slip, cheeks burning scarlet.
your eyes light up, the whole world encapsulated within your irisâ, a sight he already dreamed of.
he feels like a teenager again, wondering if the pretty girl on the other side of the table liked him back.
-
âready?â you nod, slinging your backpack over your shoulder.
steveâs been anxiously awaiting his first shift on watch, scared about the prospect of accidentally fucking up and someone dying or something like that.
so for his first shift, heâd been graciously paired with you on the back wall. heâs been told thereâs never much action there, usually a few stray infected but nothing too serious.
it doesnât help that youâre in some ridiculously skimpy vest with the tightest pants heâs seen. thereâs not a chance in hell that heâll be able to keep his mind focused.
the pair of you stroll over to the wall, climbing the rusty old tower and relieving argyle and will from their positions.
grateful that you were given the evening shift as the hot july sun is setting and the breeze is beginning to kick in.
you immediately slump into the camp chair, slinging your bag from your back and kicking your heavy boots off, clunking against the metal as they land.
âso.. now we just sit here?â steve asks, cocking a brow at your relaxed disposition.
âyup,â nodding along as you squint up at him. âback wallâs never too exciting, i bet we donât see a soul.â
âyeah.. okay,â he nods too, taking a seat in the adjacent camp chair, praying for a quiet night.
time ticks on for what must be hours, the courtyard had gone quiet and all he can really hear is your gentle breaths and a cricket somewhere in the long grass.
it must be gone 2am by now and youâd not seen a single thing, not even any infected.
steve can feel your eyes on him, not daring to look over until you start speaking.
âbored yet?â
he shakes his head, he wasnât. this was pretty exhilarating if he was honest. every time you spoke to him, his heart rate seemed to soar.
âno, no this is nice.â
âthe quiet?â you question, tilting your head to the side.
âyeah.. i feel like i havenât really stopped since we got here.â
thereâd been copious amounts of training and the like since he had properly recovered. nancy had shown him how to tie and set up traps. dustin had attempted to explain how you guys had power, though he couldnât really grasp it.
and you, you had shown him how to shoot and fight and how to use a knife correctly rather than just flailing it around and hoping for the best.
âyouâre not a bad watch partner, some of them are so annoying,â rolling your eyes in jest, snickering quietly.
steve smiles, genuinely. he hadnât really experienced anyone other than robinâs company for a long time and while he loved her to death, it was nice to speak to someone else.
âyouâre not too bad yourself,â shying away after his pathetic attempt at flirting.
there had been a fair amount of consideration and a perhaps a little bit of delusion but he had dwelled on it and came to the conclusion that he really liked you.
probably more than he should do at this point.
you pout your lips, considering something before starting, âyou know.. thereâs something else we could do to pass the time..â
he stares, befuddled for a moment until the glint in your eye makes it all click.
âoh,â is all that comes out of his suddenly very dry mouth.
thereâs a flash of hurt and maybe embarrassment on your face, âor not.. i mean- i was just.. forget it,â squeezing your eyes shut as your palm hits your forehead.
âno! god no! i didnât think youâd want to.. yâknow, here..â terrified that he had screwed up his one chance.
not only would he have to leave hawkins, heâd probably have to curl up and die somewhere out of sheer embarrassment and regret.
âi wouldnât have asked if i didnât want to,â you shrug, uncurling from your blushing state.
steve almost falls from the rickety chair, âof course i do.. is it a good idea?â motioning over the wall somewhere, âwith the watch and stuff..â eager to not disappoint the rest of his new group mates.
âwe havenât seen a thing all night.. weâre not being relieved for another few hours.â
âi donât.. i donât think iâll need a few hours,â hell, ten minutes would be fairly optimistic.
a smirk nudges at your lips, standing from your chair to perch in front of him, hands on his shoulders as you take one last quick peek around.
âyouâre sure?â you ask, as if he wasnât gazing up at you like some pathetic puppy dog right now.
âso sure,â nodding enthusiastically. hesitant to touch you until you smile down at him, egging him on.
âget on the floor,â you instruct, still leering over the metal barriers, âjust in case.â
he does as heâs told, sitting back against the wall with a lopsided grin as his heart rate increases tenfold.
itâd been years since heâd had sex. he supposes there was that one girl at the third or fourth camp they were in but she was pretty weird and a little obsessive. it only happened once and then he couldnât bring himself to do it again.
but youâre smiling now, resting on his thighs and he thinks his heart might give out. thereâs no certainty that heâll even be able to last long enough for you to get any enjoyment from it but heâs willing to try.
a moment passes, eyes locked as you lean down, pressing a gentle yet excited kiss to his lips, itâs more human contact than heâs had in years.
you waste no time, fumbling with the button on his pants, sighing as you pop the button, waiting for him to return the honour.
steve lifts both of your bodies, barely kicking his jeans off before you sit back down, his fingers tingling with pure excitement as they unbutton your pants.
they end up somewhere in the pile of discarded clothes, focusing your attention back on his lips, carelessly connecting your lips.
your hips rock back and forth, sending a deep grumble from his throat to yours as his dick twitches in his boxers. he might as well not even bother to actually have sex, he was about to cum right then and there.
itâs made worse when your middle and index finger slide into the waistband of his boxers, struggling to stay afloat as you tug the material down just under his balls, cock springing up the second itâs freed.
you position your hands on his shoulders, looking down at him with wet lips, the only sounds are the crickets watching this degeneracy.
your hands find their place on his shoulders, holding yourself up while his fist finds his cock, lining himself up with your entrance, heart rate skyrocketing as you gasp above him.
his fingernails graze your skin, leaving indentations in the soft flesh, unable to contain the husky groan that escapes his lips.
your palm slaps over his mouth immediately, eyes wide as your hips rock, âyou have to be quiet,â you hush though the smirk tugging at your lips tells him youâre not angry.
steve feels electric, pulsing through his veins with every slight movement you make, garbling into your palm when your pace quickens.
bouncing on his cock, making the entire structure creak and wobble.
he realises now that itâs silent, how obvious the sounds of sex are, skin slapping against skin as you squeak and grunt alongside it.
youâre insane, keeping your hand firmly over his mouth as you use his shoulder for leverage, rolling your hips and squeezing around him.
heâs about ready to cum already, thereâs no surprise there. but heâs trying his hardest to hold out, to let you get something from this before he blows his load.
clinging on to your hips for dear life as they roll, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks while he turns to utter mush behind your hand.
âoh shit,â you whine, clit nudging against his pubic bone, louder than he could ever be.
thatâs it, hearing you whine sends his stomach lurching, with barely enough time to life your body from his lap before he explodes.
hips stuttering into the air as you watch with bated breath, still covering his mouth as a series of expletives tumble out, muffled and breathless.
steveâs never felt so embarrassed and yet so good all at once, the back of his head thwacking against the metal panel as he floats back to earth.
you rest atop of his thighs, nibbling on the skin of your bottom lip. thereâs a silence that makes him want to crawl up the side of the barrier and let infected rip him apart.
he wants to apologise for his premature ejaculation, a little ashamed that he couldnât prove himself to you but before he can conjure up the appropriate apology, your finger tilts his chin upwards, to meet your eyes.
you stifle it for a minute before bursting into a fit of giggles, âitâs okay.. maybe next time.â
albeit a very vague promise of a next time, steve starts to beam, still catching his breath as you shuffle off of his thighs, pulling your panties on as you lay back on the floor, gesturing for him to join you.
dawn breaks around the two of you, the birds rising to sing their song as you lay on the uncomfortable metal grates next to him.
itâs so serene, a picturesque view peeking from outside the little hut.
this is a feeling steve had thought he may never experience again, content with his life despite the rest of the world crumbling outside of the walls.
itâs something in the orange hue, an aching feeling that he owes to blind optimism. a spark of hope, remnants of a fear to lose anyone else.
to lose you.
your tongue pokes from the side of your lips, sighing softly, âthereâs something i have to tell you.â
he turns, watching your face fall. apprehensively awaiting the harsh truth you were about to unleash.
âgo on..â
this time you sigh loudly, exhausting the air from your lungs, âmy ex.. lives here too. heâs out on a run to fort wayne at the moment but, theyâre due back anytime now and i just need to pre-warn you that heâll probably be a bit of an ass when he finds out.â
relief washes through his body. was that it?
crazy psycho exes werenât something new to steve, albeit a long time since heâs had to even think about anything like that, but he doesnât care.
âoh my god,â he exhales, âyou scared me.. i thought you were âbout to say something crazy,â chuckling at his preemptive fear.
you whack his arm, âiâm being serious,â turning your head to glare at him, âheâs not.. the nicest person and he definitely wonât be nice about this.â
âwhatâs wrong with him?â steve asks, genuinely. theyâd crossed paths with a lot of fucked up people in the six years since this had started but he had never believed that anyone truly bad could live somewhere as nice as this.
those places always seemed to crumble, heâd seen it enough times to know. people had taken the apocalypse as a means to become awful people, dictating the lives of everyone around them as if you werenât all trying to do one thing.
survive.
you sigh, scrunching your nose, âhe and his uncle have been here from the start of it all, helped build this place to what it is now. but his uncle, wayne, left a year back.. went to try and find his brother, eddieâs dad.. and now eddieâs just eternally pissed off about it.â
steve contemplates your words, knowing heâd probably also be incredibly infuriated too. family, real blood family, was a rarity nowadays. most people had lost most, if not all of any semblance of family by now. he was astounded to arrive here and find real family, joyce had her sons, nancy had mike, even lucas had his sister.
âoh.. thatâs.. itâs understandable, i guess,â not quite finding the right words.
you nod, biting on the inside of your cheek. youâre holding something back, steveâs not sure what and heâs certainly not going to ask now. unwilling to ruin the moment.
âwhyâd you guys break up?â considering if heâd like to get in the middle of some complicated, messy situation.
for you? definitely.
âi dunno.. he was just so angry, he let it consume him,â a certain twinge of sadness to your tone.
âand he took it out on you?â
you scoff a little, âme and everyone else.. look, does it help if i say that he probably wonât shoot you?â
steve hums, ânot really.â
that does it, brings your smile back as you crack up shaking hysterically as you turn back to the sky.
âi still think you should sing for us all,â changing the subject completely.
steve groans, wiping the layer of sweat from his forehead. before all this, he wouldâve said that he preferred summer but now that there were corpses roaming the streets, he definitely favoured winter. that stench is something heâll never forget, rotting flesh and hot july sun were not a good mix.
âdidnât i already agree to sing for the kids?â he teases.
youâre interrupted from any further begging as nancyâs voice rings out from below, âhey guys? you there?â worry embedded into her voice.
âshit,â you hiss, shooting up as you grab your pants. âsorry.. sorry,â apologising for your lack of clothing and the accidental fright youâd given them.
âoh wow okay,â nancy bites from down below, laughing her head off, jonathan covers his eyes to give you a little privacy as you pull your jeans on, âhowâd i know that you two were gonna fuck this up?â
âyeah yeah, shut up,â you rush, cheeks burning as you jump into your clothes.
steve shuffles over sliding his pants back on as he turns beetroot red, not only was this his first shift, it was also the first time he was showing everyone that he was a capable person to keep around. heâs not so sure theyâll agree now.
nancy and jonathan climb up the ladder, a bemused expression shared across their faces, âquiet night?â nancy asks, cocking her head to the side.
âsomething like that,â shrugging off her quick remarks as you grab your backpack and shove steveâs into his chest.
the two stand there gawping as steve flushes, stepping into his sneakers and attempts to hurriedly brush his hair into place. he wants to be embarrassed, really, but heâs still riding the high of you even kissing him.
âsee anything interesting?â nancy bites, eyebrows raised expectantly.
ânope.â
âmhm i bet,â she smirks, her lips pursed as you shuffle past her, ignoring the smug look on her face as you climb down the ladder.
steve gives them both a little wave, still trying to hide his reddened cheeks as he follows you down from the perch.
youâre waiting for him at the bottom, tugging him away as the pair watch from above. it takes everything in him not to turn around and smile.
âyâwanna shower?â you ask, breaking the silence as you enter the building.
he damn near jumps into the air, clicking his heels together, suppressing his excitement with a simple nod, bounding along behind as you pull him along the corridor.
heâd take any shift if it meant ending up with you.
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âtil the world caves in.
a zombie apocalypse au coming soon!
steve harrington was somebody before people started eating each other, now heâs just trying to get by. six years into the end of the world and he finds that maybe not all hope is lost.
famous!steve harrington x female reader (previous eddie munson x reader)
chapter 1 - something in the orange.
chapter 2 - i got you babe.
chapter 3 -
chapter 4 -
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we canât be friends.
a little fake dating situation in which eddie must pretend to be your boyfriend to keep up pretences, but then feelings start to become hazy and now heâs not sure if you could ever be just friends again.
a/n: iâm reading this back and actually not liking it as much as i first did hahahaah but i hope you enjoy!! i just wanted to reiterate my hate for the duffers and the fact that they didnât give him any other t-shirt other than that dang hellfire one>:(
18+. mdni. smut. mentions of bad parent/s. modern au i guess but itâs hardly mentioned. no use of y/n!
eddie wasnât expecting to walk in to you so stressed.
it was the usual thursday movie night but youâd answered the door with a green complexion and the look of a deer in headlights.
âwhatâs wrong?â he perplexes, shutting the door behind him as you continue to pace the living room floor.
you sigh, blinking at him as you stop for a few seconds. youâre contemplating something, sizing him up with your eyes narrowed. it makes him a little unsettled if heâs honest.
ânext week, are you free?â
âwhat?â wondering what the hell that had to do with your nervous exterior.
âare you free?â you press.
âuh.. probably, why?â not an inch of sense in your words.
âyou wanna come on vacation with me? i mean- itâs not so much a vacation but a family reunion, but can you come?â chewing on your fingernail.
âwhen? what? why?â rattling through all of his questions all at once.
you sigh again, frustrated with his lack of understanding, âfamily reunion, i canât do it alone eds..â your hands cycle around the air, âjosh was supposed to come with me but obviously.. thatâs not happening so can you come?â
eddieâs face finally un-scrunches. it all made sense now.
youâd spoken enough about your crazy parents and subsequently just why youâd moved halfway across the country to get away from them to understand why you didnât want to go on your own.
heâd also been elated when youâd told him that you and josh had broken up. eddie had never liked him, in fact, if were given the chance, he thinks heâd punch him square in the face.
that hadnât really helped you of course, so he kept it mostly to himself. but if the opportunity were ever to arise, heâd do it. no shame.
âoh, shit, why didnât you just ask me in the first place?â he laughs, rolling in his eyes in jest as he collapses on the couch.
âiâve asked everyone.. and i mean, everyone and they couldnât, i was scared!â your body relaxes, coming to join him on the couch.
âoh thanks,â eddie scoffs, âso i was the last resort?â
âno,â you prod him in the side, âi didnât think youâd wanna come, thatâs all.â
âyeah right,â chuckling as you hand him a beer, âi donât mind, iâll suffer for you,â popping the lid off and taking a swig.
âthank you,â you exhale, leaning back against the couch, âreally. it means a lot.â
âso what are we doing? skiing? sightseeing?â eddie probes, making himself comfortable.
you scoff, âoh no, itâs at my auntâs beach house in illinois.. itâs big enough for you to have your own room and shit, youâll just have to pretend to like craft beer and talk baseball with my dad.â
eddieâs head hits the back of the couch, groaning loudly, âbaseball? man, i dunno if i can make it anymore.â
you throw him the dirtiest glare, âyouâre not funny.â
despite your words, he falls into a fit of laughter truly not making your scowl any lesser. he knows you appreciate him deep down, given the fact that you hadnât hit him yet.
-
the drive across indiana isnât too bad, eddie only wishes he hadnât let you control the music for the entirety of the journey.
âjust..â you exhale, glancing warily over at him from the passenger seat, âjust be normal, okay? donât let them piss you off,â nodding with every word.
âyou donât trust me?â he grins, earning a deathly glare. âi wonât piss them off.. donât worry,â turning his sarcastic mocking into kindness.
your eyes squeeze shut before you slide out of the door, doubting your choice to bring eddie along.
your parents open the door with a wide smile and their arms extended, pulling you in before looking over at eddie, obviously slightly taken aback with the man at their door.
he offers his hand out, âiâm eddie, nice to meet you sir,â feeling very judged and not at all surprised, not with all your horror stories.
your dad takes his hand, gripping on tight as he eyes him up and down, âso this is the boyfriend,â humming quietly, âitâs good to finally meet you, son.â
eddie freezes, eyes sliding from your parents to you to find you in the exact same position.
boyfriend?
âuh..â you fumble, mouth opening and closing somewhat like a fish, âyes! yes.. this is him,â chuckling nervously.
oh shit.
his week of rest and relaxation was about to become a week of performing and lies.
you watch eddie anxiously, your eyes speaking a thousand words. praying he doesnât mess up, doesnât embarrass you in front of them.
âyeah.. yeah, thatâs me,â he nods hurriedly, going to shake your momâs hand, âlovely to meet you.. miss.â
now eddie wasnât opposed to pretending to be your boyfriend but fuck, really? he needed at least a week to prepare and rehearse, rather than you throwing him into a week of improvisation at a whim.
the literal second the door to your shared bedroom shuts, eddie spins on his heel, jaw clenched with an exasperated expression.
âwhat the fuck?â he whispers, rather loudly.
âiâm sorry!â you hush back, eyes wide, âi- i.. i didnât have a choice! fuck, iâm really sorry,â anger turning to regret as you flop onto the bed, head in hands.
well great. now he feels guilty. youâre almost sobbing when he joins you on the bed, pressing his lips together in frustration.
âhey! itâs fine.. itâs fine,â he assures, âshit, itâll be fun,â bumping his shoulder into yours playfully.
you sniffle pathetically, looking up at him with tearful eyes, âiâm really sorry.. i panicked,â bottom lip wobbling.
god, you look like the reincarnation of bambi.
his heart pangs, guilt wracking his chest for the slight overreaction.
âi know,â nodding slightly, âitâs okay.. itâll be funny, you know?â heâs not sure that itâll be anymore funny than itâll be stressful, but heâs prepared to see this week through.
for you.
-
itâs the little things that make a relationship a relationship. things eddie hadnât ever considered.
like the seemingly insignificant touches and the casual kisses. all things he now had to meticulously plan and prepare for.
nothing was ever too much. a gentle peck on the cheek or a graze of the knee. things no one would really notice unless you werenât doing them.
you grab his hand walking to the table for dinner and he almost starts cackling until he remembers, now hoping that his palm wasnât sweating too much.
that night in bed, you turn to face him, tiny smile creeping onto your face, âi think my cousin likes you, i mean- did you see the look on her face when you walked into dinner?â
eddie lets his phone fall onto his chest, flabbergasted at your suggestion, âwhat are you talking about?â
you hit his arm, furrowing your brows, âcâmon, she was totally checking you out, donât pretend you didnât notice,â rolling your eyes in jest.
if heâs honest, he really didnât notice.
heâd been too preoccupied by you in that damn dress to care about anyone else at the table.
eddie didnât get to see you dressed up often and the dress was sitting just right, he couldnât exactly focus on much else.
âoh, are you getting jealous?â he mocks.
you tut, shaking your head, âmaybe after weâve fake-broken up you two can get together.â
âyou are jealous,â he laughs, sliding his phone onto the nightstand and settles into bed, âwhat if i donât wanna fake-break up?â only half-serious as he says it.
âwell then iâll get a fake-restraining order against you,â poking your tongue out before turning the lamp off. âgoodnight, eddie,â he can hear the smile in your voice as you roll over.
thereâs a quiet, niggling little voice somewhere in the back of his mind. or maybe itâs his heart speaking.
whatever it is, he doesnât feel the need to acknowledge it. at least not right now anyway.
-
eddie supposes that a vacation at your auntâs beach house would entail seeing you in little clothing but he canât help the little woah from leaving his mouth when you walk out of the bathroom in a tiny bikini top.
âdonât be fucking weird,â you frown, eyes trailing down to his hot dog swimming trunks.
âiâm not!â he exclaims, still trying to draw his eyes away from your chest, âiâve just never seen.. them,â eyes widening at your revealing bikini.
your eyes roll to the back of your head, expressing your disgust with a small groan.
the entire day is made significantly harder by your top, or lack thereof. eddie finds his gaze slipping downward and every so often has to remind himself that heâs not actually your boyfriend and he doesnât have the rights to ogle you.
itâs just hard to focus on a thing your dad says to him when youâre sat in front of him like that.
his limits are tested when your cousin suggests a game of tennis. already calling eddie for her team as you get into position on the opposite side of the court.
perhaps you were right, her unnecessary, constant touching sent alarm bells ringing in his head. not that heâs paying it any mind, too distracted by your chest as you bound around the court.
so much so, he completely misses the ball, letting it bounce off of the court and into a hedge somewhere.
âeddie!â she shrieks, running off to collect the ball.
your eyes lock from over the net, your brows threaded together, âhow about we swap teams? you join me,â pointing your finger at his face, gesturing for him to join you, which he does with a smile.
mostly just glad to be away from her wandering hands but also, he gets to prove a point.
âyou are jealous,â eddie smirks, hushed tones as he speaks into your ear. youâre so close now, enough to touch.
he wants to.
he wants to so bad.
even if it were just to make your cousin seethe with envy.
âme? never,â smacking your racket gently at his leg, earning a nasty glare from your unhappy cousin who smacks the ball far too harshly towards him.
-
heâs too hot and bothered to do much after such an exciting game of tennis, walking in stride with you as you enter the large house. blabbering away about something or nothing when your mom announces her presence rather loudly.
âoh god,â pulling a face as she eyes your outfit, âyou really should coverup sweetie, nobody wants to see that,â cackling away to herself.
eddieâs floored, utterly stunned that sheâd ever say something like that, let alone to your face. your despairing expression stabs him in the heart, choking him from the inside out.
âwell i do,â grinning at the lady in front of him.
âof course you do, youâre a man,â the older woman sighs, âi think itâs a little disgusting to just.. have everything out there,â gesturing to your chest, âwomen should have pride in their appearance, you know?â
you blink, chewing the inside of your lip as you nod. shrinking into yourself as you glide up the stairs. in an ideal world, heâd call her a bitch and move on with his life, however, he supposes that probably wouldnât be wise.
she tuts, shaking her head at the stairs, âsheâs always so offended.. canât say a thing to her.â
eddie bites his tongue, diverting from what he truly wanted to say to offer some mild criticism, âmaybe you shouldnât have said anything at all,â shrugging as he flies past her and up the stairs, hot on your trail.
the bedroomâs empty though the en-suite door is closed, a muffled sniff coming from the other side. he hates that sheâs made you cry, that sheâs capable of even making you feel bad when you had absolutely zero reason to.
his knuckles rap against the door, pressing his cheek to the wood, âitâs me.â
thereâs a small scuffle and then the lock clicks though the door remains closed. having to console you after the amazing afternoon youâd had feels wrong.
he creeps inside, closing the door behind him. youâre slouched on the toilet, tears leaking down your warm cheeks. itâs a punch to the gut to see you like this. all those harsh stories youâd recalled to him suddenly made a shit ton of sense.
âyou okay?â eddie asks, the answer already overwhelmingly obvious.
âyeah,â you sigh, wiping your sodden cheeks, sniffling for good measure.
âyou shouldnât listen to her,â he affirms, perching on the bathtub, âdonât let her upset you.. itâs not worth it,â although his words probably fall on deaf ears, you already know this.
âi know..â staring up at him with your puppy dog eyes, âiâm sorry, she just.. ugh,â snarling your lip, âshe knows how to make me feel like shit.â
âwhat the hell are you apologising to me for?â eddie jokes, poking you in the arm, âsheâs just jealous,â choosing wisely where to go from here, âshe doesnât look as good as you do and she doesnât like that.â
his words crack a tiny smile on your lips, mission accomplished.
âthanks,â you nod, âi mean that. thank you for even coming with me.. i couldnât do it without you.â
his heart swells a little, or a lot really.
this is a dangerous game, he thinks. wanting nothing more than to cradle you in his arms.. blur the boundaries a little more.
how much more blurred could they possibly get before eddie had to admit to his feelings?
heâs not sure he wants to find out.
-
on reflection, it had been a pretty good week. at least eddie thinks so, pretending to be your boyfriend wasnât exactly normal or anything heâd ever pictured himself doing. but heâs enjoyed it nonetheless.
despite a new found, deep hatred for your mother, he doesnât think the rest of your family were that bad. willing to volunteer for any other vacations you might be forced to drag him on.
nowhere near as testing as he once thought it would be. in reality, the hardest part about it all was that he had to go home alone tomorrow.
as both of you lounge on the bed, the tv prattling on in the background, he smiles, gently elbowing you in the side.
âyâknow this week has been fun,â reminiscing on all the stupid things heâs had to do to sell this story.
one night, you had helped yourself to a little too much wine. stumbling all over the vast garden as your family watched on in horror. so eddie did what any good boyfriend would do and slung you over his shoulder, giggling into his back as he manoeuvred his way up to your room.
not only the public displays of affection come back to him, but also the seemingly minuscule ones. where only you were involved. sneaky laughs and glances that only the two of you could understand.
âmhm,â you hum, sliding your bookmark into your book, âit has, thank you for doing this,â before leaning over to place your book onto the bedside table.
âiâve enjoyed it,â he meets your eye, that same uncomfortable fluttering starts again in his chest, âbeing your âboyfriendâ i mean.â
you shuffle, turning to face him properly, âwell.. iâve enjoyed being your girlfriend,â lips twitching into a smile.
thereâs something in the silence, a tension that feels ready to burst.
eddie does something he might live to regret, something so idiotic and foolish that put your entire friendship at risk.
he leans forward, hastily connecting your lips in what must be the worldâs most awkward kiss.
you hesitate for too long of a moment, jerking your head back to stare into his eyes.
heâs done it. heâs ruined the single best thing he had left.
an apology begins to form on his tongue but your lips silence him, your hand finding his cheek to bring him closer. eddieâs eyes fall shut, slowly accepting this, that you wanted it too.
he repositions himself, at your mercy as you tug on his hair, now hovering above your body, elbows sinking into the mattress.
he can feel you now, your chest brushing against his, the way your heart rate seems to match his, thumping away in your chest.
âwe should.. we should stop,â eddie pulls away, breathlessly panting with your lips still tracing over one another.
âno.. no,â you shake your head, your eyes shiny and full of something he canât place.
âwhat?â
âkiss me again,â you demand.
heâs not quite certain heâs hearing you right. fear had forced him to tear himself away but now you were asking for him to do it again?
eddie falters for a second too long, forcing you into kissing him, smashing your lips to his as your fingers scramble to find the back of his neck under his hair.
oh my god oh my god oh my god.
your entire family are in this house and heâs going to desecrate this innocent bed with you, his fake-girlfriend.
he feels your knee slide up his thigh, allowing him more space between your legs. now itâs more than just your chests meshed together, his poor sweatpants tightening with every slight buck of your hips. blood rushing to his cock as you gasp and sigh into his mouth.
he has to pull himself back into the room when your hand slides from his neck to his crotch, lightly tracing over his throbbing cock.
making out could be easily laughed off but this- this was serious.
âyou.. you wanna do this?â he asks, gasping for breath as you continue to kiss at the side of his mouth.
âi want to do this,â you reaffirm, dipping your hand into the waistband of his sweatpants, drawing out a hoarse groan from his throat.
your hand wraps around the base of his cock, leaving a trail of kisses to his jaw.
his eyelids flutter, struggling to stay open as you start pumping your fist, thumb circling his leaking tip.
âoh my god,â eddie breathes, jolting his hips into your fist.
this entire week he had been internalising all of these intrusive thoughts and feelings about you and now it felt like he might genuinely cum all over your hand, not even five minutes into this.
it doesnât at all help when youâre panting and writhing around underneath him, delicate fingers making him feel like heâs flying.
âf-fuck,â he stutters, grabbing your forearm, âyou have to stop,â regaining just enough composure to reopen his eyes.
âwhy?â concern rippling through your voice.
now he falters, gazing into your lust filled eyes, pupils all blown out and crazy. it would be despicable if he were to divulge his embarrassing secret to you.
so he takes your arm, pinning it above your head before starting his descent, a paper chain of kisses and light grazings down your neck and chest.
itâs entirely too intimate for just friends, fake relationship or not.
âoh,â you sigh, head rolling back onto the pillow.
eddie has control now, regaining power without a damn clue of what to do with it. your shorts come down with his free hand with a little help from you, your ankle now comes to rest on his shoulder.
he should feel stronger than he does, rather more intimidated and fearful that heâs going to disappoint.
âplease..â you pout, âplease touch me,â he wonders if you can sense his anxiety.
he lets go of his grip on your wrist, trailing down your quivering body until he meets your lower stomach. this new position allows him access to your heat, wet and waiting for him.
âshit,â he mutters, sliding a solitary finger between your slick folds, watching as your chest heaves in response. âyouâre so pretty,â he canât help but blurt out.
âshut up and touch me,â you snap, chasing his touch with your hips.
eddieâs not going to deprive you of that now, is he?
circling around your clit, noting the way you groan and grab onto his arm. not that he thinks that thereâll ever be a second time for this.
your eager hands grab at his sweatpants, hoping that thatâll be enough of a hint.
heâs not going to last long, thatâs for certain.
fed up with his stalling, you tug his sweatpants down, aiding him in sliding them off and onto the floor with a muffled thump.
your arms fan out across the mattress, glancing down at the minimal space between your bodies and then back into his eyes.
his entire body shudders as he slides into your eager cunt, bumbling through all of the profanity in his vocabulary. watching as your jaw falls slack, wary that you couldnât make too much noise.
perhaps it was the fact that heâd been brushing off any even slightly sexual thought for an entire week or maybe it was just true but eddie swears that no one had ever felt this good before.
âfuck,â he wails, hips slamming against the backs of your thighs, digging his fingertips into the soft, mailable flesh of your hip.
just the way you grip onto the blanket makes him dizzy, letting his eyesight go hazy, a blurred picture of you sprawled underneath him.
the pleasure is insurmountable, something snapping in his stomach when your hand reaches out for him, gripping onto his forearm.
âeds,â you gasp, just loud enough over his barely contained grunts, âmore,â sickening eyes doing all the work for you.
thereâs not much more of him left to give, already nudging against your soft spot, repositioning your calf higher on his shoulder to allow him deeper, receiving a sweet whimper in return.
âyeah,â you pant, over and over, fingernails latching onto his skin. his arms start to shake, still holding himself up over you as his orgasm begins to catch up with him.
âshit.. i donât- i donât think..â eddie swallows, struggling to stay composed as you tighten around him, looking up at him through batting eyelashes.
it makes his stomach twist, barely able to move as his high comes crashing down, overtaking his senses, sweaty bodies colliding as he collapses on top of you.
âoh shit.. oh my god,â he whines, release painting your thigh, the sheet and even your fucking t-shirt.
heâs not ready for a child but heâs certain thatâd have been worth it.
eddie glances at you, subsequently moving from your body onto the mattress. the entire high he had been feeling comes tumbling down, now faced with the reality that you were no longer just friends.
the ceiling becomes incredibly interesting, both of you avoiding eye contact as the silence somehow grows louder.
for a room that was just full of lewd, filthy noises, it sure is quiet now.
the blanket rustles and eddie dares a peek, you stand at the edge of the bed, disheveled and still slightly flustered.
you look down at the stain he had left, tutting quietly, âthanks a lot.. gonna have to change now,â adding a soft chuckle.
âsorry.. cheaper than a baby though,â adding to your banter, itâs indescribable the relief he feels.
eddie watches as you rummage around in your suitcase, no longer shying away as you pull your shirt over your head, shimmying into your clean clothes.
when you rejoin him in bed, the tension is mostly gone, the lamp clicking off, encompassing the room in total and utter darkness.
thereâs a further moment of silence wherein eddie isnât sure if he should bolt and hide or embarrass himself further and say something stupid.
something- someone, brushes against his ribcage as you shuffle, your hand coming to rest on his stomach.
thereâs not a word exchanged between you but eddie takes the hint, sliding your hand further over his midriff. itâs a pathetic attempt at cuddling but it makes him flutter all the same.
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eddie wakes up sprawled face first across the bed, blinking at the bright light, not a trace of you in the room.
he fucked up. he fucked up so bad that youâve decided to find your own way home and left him here.
shit.
he clambers out of bed, pulling his hastily discarded sweatpants back on, remembering every last detail of your night last night.
the guilt comes in waves, and then embarrassment and shame jump in to make it worse.
years of friendship down the drain and for what?
he just about builds enough courage to leave the room and venture downstairs, creeping out onto the hall when you come bounding up the stairs, meeting him in the cramped corridor.
âhi,â smiling coyly, playing the oblivious game.
âhey,â he nods, reciprocating the smile.
nothing was ruined. youâre fine.
âi was just coming to wake you..breakfastâs ready,â you fiddle with your thumbs, a completely different version of yourself than the one he saw last night.
âoh good,â eddie blinks, âiâm starving,â wanting to smash his palm into his face the second the words come out.
âgreat!â you exclaim, the painful cringe coming through on your face too.
the two of you walk down the stairs in silence, sitting at the table with a small knowing glance.
this house is huge. heâs sure no one else wouldâve heard.
heâs midway through his coffee when your dad leans across the table, probing the two of you, âso, will you be trying for kids anytime soon?â
eddie damn near chokes on the searing hot liquid, coughing his gulp back up into the mug, combatting the burning sensation travelling down his throat and also up into his cheeks.
why would he ask that? over breakfast no less.
âuh no.. nope,â you answer for him, thankfully.
âthatâs a shame,â your father stands from the table, sliding his plate into the soapy water before making his way over to eddie, clapping him on the back, âyouâre gonna have to make an honest woman outta her first son,â before shuffling off into the living room.
he wants to die. in fact, heâd much rather the ground open up and swallow the two of you alive than to be sat at this breakfast table.
judging by the look on your face, you share the sentiment.
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heâs going to tell you. heâs going to tell you. heâs going to tell you. heâs going to tell you.
heâs just not sure when or how. itâd be unfair for him to unload his feelings unto you at the beginning of the journey, not to mention also extremely inconvenient if you didnât feel the same.
but then heâs also acutely aware that if he doesnât force those words out soon, that they may never come out.
heâs just finished loading your bags into the back of his van, admittedly a little sad to be leaving.
itâs like, he could no longer pretend that what was going on was real. that last night mightâve just been a mistake and you want to cut ties here.
your phone blares from your hand, holding up a finger as you walk away to take the call.
eddie rehearses what heâs going to say to you. well, tries to.
i think youâre super cool, how about i become your boyfriend for real?
he cringes at the thought of it, it wasnât really the declaration of love that you deserved.
the door opening startles him, your demeanour had done a complete one eighty, your shoulders slumped as you slide into the seat in silence.
âyou all good?â eddie asks, wondering what had changed in such a short time.
âuh.. yeah.â
âyâsure?â he probes, not entirely convinced by your change in attitude.
âthat was josh,â you swallow, looking straight ahead out of the windscreen, âhe wants to see me when iâm back.. to talk.â
âoh,â he replies flatly, âwow okay.â
the life he had dreamed slowly crumbled before him, it was foolish to think that youâd just want to settle down with him now. heâd gotten ahead of himself and now had to reap the consequences.
âyeah..â
eddie doesnât utter another word, instead, turning the key and starting the long, painful drive home.
maybe heâll throw himself out of the van on the interstate. punishment for letting himself even slightly believe that youâd be interested in him too.
-
josh is waiting outside of your building when eddie pulls up, smug grin in tow.
tempted to just keep driving, smash into the side of his expensive shiny car and then reverse over his spindly little body.
that doesnât happen of course.
instead, eddie keeps his head ducked low, muttering a low see you later before you clamber out. thereâs so much left unsaid, even a complete idiot could see that.
he doesnât watch as you walk over to your ex, certainly doesnât want to see how his hands meet the small of your back and the way you seem to relax into his touch.
not a chance.
itâs eating him alive. even with the windows rolled down entirely, heâs sweating. as if itâs gnawing at his skin, trying to find a way out.
fuckfuckfuck.
tyres screech along the tarmac, his hands shaking as he turns the wheel. something otherworldly and dangerous overtakes his senses as he tears off back down the same road heâd just traveled.
and maybe heâd regret it and maybe itâd ruin your friendship forever but this week couldnât have been for nothing.
you had to at least know.
eddieâs palms are wet, holding onto the steering wheel with a white-knuckled grip. he doesnât recall the journey to your apartment being so fucking long but he feels like heâs in this stuffy van for an eternity.
the moment he pulls onto that familiar street, bile rises in his throat.
maybe josh would have sweet talked his way back into your life and heâd get his ass beat. or maybe youâd laugh him out of there, telling him to never contact you again.
he supposes that thereâs not much left to lose now.
eddie hops out of his van without so much as a look back, bounding up the short path as the door swings open, nearly knocking him for six.
âeddie,â you remark, phone gripped in your hand. your jaw hangs open, what looks like tears stain your cheeks. âi was trying to call you.â
frankly, heâs still out of breath from the exhilaration of it all, struggling to find his words as he stares gormless at you, âmy phoneâs dead.. i didnât- didnât know.. whatâs wrong?â mind immediately jumping to josh.
what had he done?
ânonono.. nothingâs wrong, i just..â you trail off, your gaze not once breaking, âwhy are you here?â
eddieâs mind goes blank, why was he here?
to tell you that he thinks heâs in love with you? he canât say that.
âyou.. left something- in the van.â
idiot.
total fucking fool.
âoh!â swallowing the shock of his arrival, âwhat? what is it?â
why are you both dancing around this? heâs sure you feel it too. maybe. that could be the adrenaline speaking.
ânothing.. you didnât leave anything- i donât know why i said that.â shaking his head, if he werenât so nervous, heâd have been crippled with embarrassment. âlook, i have to tell you something,â biding his time, hoping your crazed ex wonât pop out of a bush and pummel his head into the ground.
âeddie..â you start, that solemn tone he was dreading to hear.
âno, let me say it,â he tries again, clearing his throat, âi need to s-â
â-eddie,â cutting him off mid-sentence, bounding up to him with your arms extended, throwing them around his neck as you press your lips to his.
itâs almost enough force to knock him on his ass, his hands coming to meet your waist in an attempt to stabilise both of you.
you pull away, lips still pouted slightly, âsorry.. what were you gonna say?â
eddie canât recall a word of the speech heâd halfheartedly rehearsed. âwell shit.. doesnât matter now,â once again pressing his lips to yours, swaying in the evening breeze as everything seems to fall into place.
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fake dating fic tonight queens?
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hii (with the intention of begging you to post your fake dating fic bc i need to read this trope
heyyyy! the people (one person) have spoken!! gimme a couple days to edit and fine tune and itâll be upđ«¶đ»
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do yâall like fake dating or no?
because iâve written an entire fake dating fic and really itâs never my favourite but i really like this one
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falling.
a/n: wow man, i truly am awful but iâve been very ill and very busy and have seriously neglected writing so have a lil something i wrote to ease back into it! itâs a continuation of seven minutes in heaven and on my knees (for you) but is very much fluff and lovely<3
18+ mdni. smut. mentions of r being drunk but mostly just love and fluff<3
everybody knew.
or at least now they did.
thereâs not much room for secrets when youâre drunk and clambering all over him in front of a room full of your friends, was there?
eddieâs never seen you so.. loose. the bottle of wine had ignited something within you, clearly. your fingers twisting into his shirt, sticky, gloss-covered lips attached to his neck.
heâs grateful that your leg is slung over his lap, hiding the uncomfortable rising in his pants, made worse by your constant fidgeting and the soft whispers into his ear.
it wasnât as if you two were much of a secret anymore anyway, robin, nancy and vickie had all figured it out that day he answered your door in his boxers. and now at least most people had caught on.
âi need you eds,â you whisper sultrily, not a care for his poor growing boner. there are only so many dead puppies you can think of before it stops working, by the way.
âwe canât..â trust, he had already surveyed the house and decided that sneaking off would be highly risky, too much chance for interruption to make it worthwhile.
âwe can,â you beg, practically growling into his ear, âletâs go home,â fingertips now dancing down his shirt, dangerously nearing the waistband of his jeans.
he blinks, turning his head to face yours, noses bumping against each other, âitâs not even ten.. we canât leave yet,â he wouldnât have sex with you like this anyway, too much pinot grigio coursing through your veins to make it right.
you huff, nostrils flaring in your tiny tantrum, âyouâre so mean,â jutting your bottom lip out.
eddieâs eyes dart around the room, catching a few stray looks, people confused about your position or why you were practically straddling him of all people. âpeople are looking at us..â and the thing is, no matter how many times you could tell him that you wanted him, no matter how many times you showed him that you wanted him, he wouldnât believe it.
âi donât care,â you scoff, connecting your lips hastily, a new feat compared to the sly neck kisses youâd been giving prior.
it had never been about hiding for you, more so about keeping things just for you two. nobody else needed an opinion or opportunity to ruin things, that was it. but now, the longer you continued to hang out and enjoy each otherâs company outside of fucking, the more he felt himself falling.
now, eddie reckons he was probably in love with you from the second youâd dragged him into that closet but now heâs pretty certain he is. itâs different now, a level of consideration there that wasnât ever apparent before.
it had been solidified for him a couple weekends ago during a game of spin the bottle, when it had landed on you and then subsequently jason. eddieâs heart stopped beating until you swerved his mouth, landing a small peck on his cheek in place of a real kiss.
that was different.
âplease can we go,â you beg, fisting the soft material of his shirt, keeping your lips lingering over his.
he clears his throat, and really, you should know him by now. you should know that an ounce of attention from you would result in a stiffy he couldnât shake. his eyes fall to his crotch, âi canât.. i canât get up,â cheeks flushing a ruby red.
your eyes join his, peering down between your leg and his stomach, a grin spreading across your devilish face, âi can fix that,â tilting his chin upwards with your painted nail, âif we go home.â
his forehead knocks against yours, giving up on this nonexistent fight with you, âfine, give me.. five,â hoping he somewhat hide his indiscretion from your friendâs prying eyes.
he does eventually, get off the chair, craftily readjusting his pants as you gather your bag. robinâs head perks up, brows raised at the sight of you leaving already, âiâm gonna walk her home.. too much to drink i think..â wrapping an arm around your shoulder, guiding you through the party and out onto the street.
the front yard is littered with drunks, paying no mind to you and your unsteady feet.
youâre so loud, giggling as eddie attempts to rein you in, a tight grip on your arm while you wobble over the sidewalk.
âhey,â you pout, stopping in your tracks. fuck, he just wanted to get home, as much as he adored whatever antics you were up to, he was freezing his balls off and youâre plastered.
âwhat?â he replies softly because no matter how annoyed he was, heâd never take it out on you.
your eyes are hazy, glossed over and barely able to focus on him but theyâre full of love, âall i want to do is kiss you,â lopsided grin growing bigger.
eddie just smiles because there are no words he could ever jumble together to reply to that. not the way you deserved anyway.
âcan i?â
how could he say no?
with your eyes round and glittering in the moonlight, lips pouted perfectly.
âof course you can,â he laughs, hooking his arm around your shoulder, pausing just before your lips meet his, revelling in the moment.
you press your lips to his, a little sloppy but full of love, tender and soft. you smile as you pull back, gripping onto his leather jacket, âwe can go home now,â smiling into the night.
eddie feels a little sick. he hopes to god that heâs right about this, that you feel the same way he does. all signs point to yes but howâs he to know without your confirmation?
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heâs abruptly awoken when the bathroom door slams shut, a collection of unpleasant sounds come from the other side.
heâs not surprised youâre sick, in fact, heâd left a your trash can to the side of the bed last night, just in case.
see, eddieâs not really an early riser but he doesnât mind being woken up this early when heâs being woken up by you. vomit or no vomit.
you emerge from the bathroom with a colossal pout and a minty breath. sliding back into bed with a small groan. âdid i wake you?â you ask, nestling back into his side.
âmhm,â he hums, appreciating the warmth you bring, âi donât mind, you okay?â he asks, sliding an arm around your shoulders.
âi am now,â smiling slightly. your hand creeps down, making him jump as your cold fingers rest on his stomach.
he watches with tired eyes, hoping this is going where he thinks it may. your hands, despite feeling frozen, are always soft, he adored the tender way in which they met his skin.
you hum, body vibrating against the side of his body, âgo brush your teeth,â poking him lightly in the ribs.
âyes maâam,â eddie practically leaps out of bed, following your orders in hopes that you were implying what he thought. scrubbing his teeth with such ferocity that the toothpaste ends up everywhere.
heâd clean it up later, he thought. too excited to jump back into bed with you to care too much.
youâre already smirking in the low light, propped up slightly by the pillows, holding the blanket open for his return, âhurry up, itâs cold.â
oh he obliges, flying to the bed in record speed, hovering above your waiting body, boyish grin plastered across his face. perhaps one day he wouldnât almost die every time you suggested sex or flashed him that look.
that day was not today.
your lips latch onto his, hands already finding his sweatpants, delicate fingers hooking into the waistband as you tug them down. heâs already hard, hasnât been able to program that out of his brain just yet.
eddieâs tongue swipes across your bottom lip, sliding inside and itâs this moment where heâs grateful you made him get up to brush his teeth.
your hand, still a little cold, wraps around his cock, eliciting a gasp in response, pulling him from your lips. âfuck, your hands are cold,â eddie laughs in your face, quickly forgetting the icy temperature when you start pumping your fist.
âyou want me to stop?â you ask, smirking devilishly.
âfuck no,â he chuckles, burying his face in your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin. this gets you fired up, squeezing the base of his cock gently.
your head tilts back, allowing him more room to nibble and lick at your bare neck. he struggles to get your shorts down, grunting into your chest when your hips buck upwards against him.
âjesus christ,â he mutters, emerging from the curve of your neck to gaze down at you, his absolute favourite position.
you donât reply, instead, your tongue pokes out, licking your lips in anticipation. your legs wrap around his back, pulling him in tighter. personal space was an after thought, he thinks youâd climb inside of his skin if you could.
this position is still fairly new to him, looking down at you pressed between the mattress and his body. sometimes heâd be smushed against your chest as you attacked his neck and other times it was more hasty and rushed.
but this- this time, heâs focussed on your face, lingering inches above as his hair falls down against your cheeks.
sliding between your slick folds, nudging inside as his teeth bite down onto his bottom lip, struggling to contain the moan gathering in his throat. heâd been here enough times to know how to move without your bed hitting the wall, it had become an art.
slow, steady strokes, making sure he was moving exactly the way youâd taught him. appreciating the way in which your lips parted and the soft, melodic noises that tumbled out of them.
and yeah, you guys have had sex. plenty of times in fact.
but this felt different somehow, something more.
thereâs a lot of that happening lately and eddieâs still unsure about how it makes him feel or if heâs supposed to feel a certain way.
youâre in his hoodie, under his body, moaning his name. that had to mean something, right?
eddieâs hips collide with yours, groaning when your legs tighten around his waist, everything about this feels overwhelmingly intimate. your forehead pressed to his, gazing through hooded eyelids, rolling slightly with every thrust.
âhmm,â you groan, full of rasp, âjust like that eds,â manicured nails digging into his shoulder blades, pinching slightly but only spurring him on.
itâs still early, the rest of your house definitely still sleeping, forcing him to swallow his moans. youâre touching yourself, arm threaded between your bodies, circling your clit.
it drives him crazy every time, he assumes that most men wouldnât appreciate it, a lack of confidence in their abilities or whatever. but eddie loves it, loves that you can make yourself feel good too.
your eyelids flit, breathy moans at every move of his hips, he knows what this means. has learned every tell of your body, the way your mouth falls open and your mind seems to shut off.
âfuck,â you gasp, tightening your grip on his shoulders. moving against him in the final throws, the tip of his cock nestling against the sweet spot.
this is where eddie loses it a little, thrusts becoming sloppy as your fingers work at your clit. he can feel every part of you, squeezing around him and the soft pants that dance into his ear.
his forehead dips, pressed against yours as his senses overcome him, throwing him over the metaphorical edge. âuh shit,â he garbles, spurting his release into your quivering cunt.
you squeak underneath him, mouth agape as your legs shake around his waist, eyes squeezing shut as you cum. itâs fucking magical every single time, it could probably bring him back to life if it really came down to it.
âoh my god,â he breathes, brushing the hair from your forehead, still lingering above as you float down to earth.
your eyes peek open, a smile inching onto your face, once again holding onto his cheeks as you press a solitary kiss to his lips. this was his favourite part of it all, the aftermath.
it usually meant cuddles and chats about nothing. when you were your truest self. eddie wanted to live here for eternity, gazing at the stars in your eyes, happily listening to whatever ramblings you came out with.
the morning is quiet bar you both trying to catch your breath, he can feel your racing heartbeat against his chest and almost wants to say it. to admit to everything he had been feeling.
but you beat him to it. âi love you,â you beam, grinning away to yourself, seemingly unaware of what bomb you had just dropped.
eddie chokes on his spit, coughing and sputtering as he climbs off of your body. lying back on the mattress as his chest heaves. oh my god, he thinks he might be sick.
his head was already spinning, only made worse by your declaration of love. his senses are heightened, looking over at you with bewildered eyes.
âwhat did you just say?â begging for clarification.
really, the only possible explanation was that this was a dream and heâs about to be rudely awoken and find himself in his own bed, having none of the last six months happen.
âi said,â you smile, pulling yourself into his side, âi love you,â wriggling as you pull your shorts up, intertwining your legs as you do.
âi thought you said that,â eddie laughs deliriously, still frozen in shock. heâs in utter disbelief, just staring at your face in hopes that heâs not cruelly torn out of this moment and it is real.
you tut, pouting slightly, âdo you maybe wanna say it back?â
âi do,â he rushes, âi mean, of course i do- love you, i mean,â stumbling over his words, his heart is pounding out of his chest, âi love you too, is what iâm trying to say,â cringing at his severe lack of nonchalance.
even with your extensive training and advice, heâs truly still that weird little virgin boy, still head over heels for you. thatâd never change,
âgood,â you twinkle, nestling back into his side, arm thrown over his stomach, âyou scared me for a minute there.â
he doesnât understand how you werenât already well aware that he infatuated with you, he had thought it had been plenty obvious. the man near enough started drooling when youâd touch him for christâs sake.
âi thought you knew,â shrugging slightly, âi donât exactly hide it.â
your shoulders shake as you laugh, slightly jittery and still exuberant from your session, âhow was i supposed to know you werenât faking it?â
eddieâs brows thread together, perplexed at your assumption, âyouâre the first girl iâve ever really liked.. let alone loved, i donât even know how to fake it.â
âshut up,â shaking your head, âyou used to like that girl..â clicking your fingers together, âthe one with the hair.. whatever her name was.â
âwhat? you mean carly?â
carly was a friend, helping him pass his marketing class. he had maybe gotten the feeling that she liked him but nothing ever came of it. she wasnât his type and besides, heâd had his eye on someone else anyway.
âcarly! yeah.. you were obsessed i swear, i used to be so pissed off.â
woah. what?
âi didnât like her.. not like that,â he didnât, in fact, eddieâs always had a bit of a soft spot for you in reality, âyou were pissed off?â he teases, pulling you in tighter.
he felt like he could now, like everything had been established and this was it. you were together. you loved each other.
you give him an over dramatic sigh, âyes i was pissed off,â settling your head on his chest, âi thought you liked her and not me,â he can feel your eyelids flutter shut against his skin, âiâm glad you didnât though.â
eddie laughs, moving your body as he shakes. he canât help himself. you were pissed off at the thought of him liking someone else. you. itâs almost nonsensical.
footsteps echo through the hall, stopping outside your door alongside a chorus of whispers. you groan quietly before they pound on the door, obviously eager to collect the gossip.
âwhat?â you call out, not moving from your position. maybe before you wouldâve sprung apart, trying to cover up the obvious but now you embraced it.
robin, nancy and vickie pour into your room, sly smiles on their faces. itâs fairly obvious what had just gone down in here. his cheeks were still blood-red, your leg thrown over his, entangled in the blanket as one.
âso,â robin smiles, pursing her lips, âyou have a good night?â alluding to your very public displays of affection.
âi had a fantastic night, thank you,â you grin, refusing to acknowledge the elephant in the room, eddie respected the fuck out of that.
âmm iâm sure,â robin quips, raising her brows before perching on the end of your bed, âyou remember anything from last night?â she asks curiously, cocking her head to the side.
you bite down onto your lower lip before answering, âi may have been informed,â rolling your eyes slightly. the other two girls giggle in unison.
âso itâs official?â robin asks outright, not wasting any time. sheâd never been one to beat around the bush, juryâs still out on whether itâs a pro or a con.
your shoulders shrug, eyes trailing to eddie, âiâd say so,â smiling knowingly.
they had no idea what had actually just occurred, ignorant to the declaration of love that had happened just moments before they burst in. he knows youâll probably tell them the second heâs gone but for now he appreciates the secrecy of it all.
a moment only meant for the two of you.
robin grabs onto your ankle, shaking it as she roars excitedly, âi fuckinâ knew it,â beaming with a certain smugness.
your eyes roll back again, âhave you got what you wanted now? can i sleep this hangover off without anymore interference?â your words are sharp but hold a tone of humour.
âyes yes, you can go back to being degenerate perverts now,â robin laughs, standing from the bed, vickie guides her girlfriend out of the room with a raise of the brows.
nancy lingers, âweâre going for breakfast in a little while, if you two wanna come,â flashing her tightlipped smile before following after robin and vickie.
the door clicks shut and eddie lets out a sly sigh of relief. they were his friends too, he just wasnât a fan of being interrogated by them when heâs practically naked and still recovering from your confession of love.
âiâm sorry,â you apologise for their abruptness though itâs unneeded.
eddie just smiles, relishing this moment. youâre lying on his chest, his girlfriend, you love him and he loves you and thatâs all there is to it.
âi love you, i really really love you.â
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girl i just wanna say that i love your fics!!
this past week as hard for me cause life is upside down but reading one of your fics made me feel so much better, i started following you so i don't lose any updates đ„șđ
omgđ„čđ„č this has made me so happy :)))
iâm so glad you enjoy and that my silly little fics make such an impact<3
i really canât express how happy this makes me:,)
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guys i am still not well! iâm hoping to finish some things off within the next week but iâm genuinely so fatigued iâm finding it difficult to even be awake at the moment :(
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I know that the fandom isn't as active as it was in the past, and that lack of engagement on your work can be really frustrating.
It's okay to keep creating even if you aren't getting as much interaction as you once were.
It's also okay to need to take a step back from creating until you feel that spark again.
You are still an important part of the fandom regardless of note, word, and publication counts.
Your well-being is more important than any wips.
Sending you all big squeezy hugs--or if you're not into physical touch, I'm excitedly waving at you from afar đ
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