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This is the latest response in the history of the world, but thank you so much for all of this. Truly. I love the fact that you highlighted all those little moments and shared what you liked about them. What a thoughtful thing to do??! This was so sweet of you, so please know it made me very, very happy. I'm still not over it, actually. 🥹🤍🤍

Nice & Slow | e.m. x reader

Summary: Late night kisses lead to Eddie worrying about losing you, but come morning, you chase those worries away.

Word Count: 2.1k

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Now that the curtains are drawn, the glow of the street lamps just barely break into the bedroom. It’s much darker now. Quieter too. The laughter and chatter that once filled the trailer had left along with the last few guests that disappeared into the night. The sated stillness that found you now had been welcomed with open arms.

“You’re not cold are you?” The question is murmured into the back of your neck, Eddie’s soft lips against your warm skin as he lays behind you. He must feel the way it makes you shiver because he gives your waist an affectionate squeeze where his hand rests.

Everything smells like him. The pillowcase, the sheets, the air.

If you were to flip back through everyday of your life, you would find few in which you felt as whole in the arms of another person. It was as if you’d gone every other moment without being complete. Eddie’s love was mending. The type that nestled between your ribs, and bloomed outwards with no sign of withering away.

His fingertips slip beneath the hem of your shirt and grace along the waistband of your pants. It was as if you were a book he’d had the pleasure of reading a million times over. Each page delicately thumbed, with notes scribbled in the margins. Literature be damned if it meant knowing the living, breathing intricacy of another.

“No, you’re always warm,” you finally answer, brushing your thumb over his knuckles. “Wish we could stay like this forever.” There’s a dreaminess to your voice, like you’re walking the line between sleep and wakefulness.

It’s an ambitious thought, but he made you that way.

“Forever…” It sounds like he’s tasting the word. “That’s cheesy,” he lightly accuses, nipping at your nape to distract from the warmth flooding his chest. He wouldn’t mind forever.

Your shoulders lift with a few contained giggles, before they sleepily spill past your lips. It’s the first livelier sound to break the air of his bedroom and, for a moment, he lets himself forget that his Uncle Wayne is asleep in the living room. You try to scoot away from him with no real conviction, already rendered boneless and weak. It isn’t until you hiccup on a breath that he relents. There’s a pleasant buzz beneath your skin as you resettle into his chest with a sigh. He offers up a content sigh of his own.

It strikes him then, how lucky he is.

“I love you,” he says.

“Mmm.” It’s a disbelieving sound. You’re only teasing, but it’s too late at night and he’s too tired to catch on.

“I do.” His voice is thick with honesty. “You’re everything to me. You know that,” he insists, low and earnest.

You roll over to face him then, brushing your fingertips along his hairline and running them down his stubbled cheek as he blinks his doe eyes at you.

“Now you’re starting to sound cheesy.”

“Then don’t scare me like that,” he complains weakly, leaning into your touch. “Sometimes I worry I’m not making it clear.”

“You make it clear everyday,” you assure, running your thumb over his Cupid’s bow. “I love you too.” You lean in to kiss him, nice and slow. A content hum rises up his throat.

He isn’t expecting you to pull away so soon, but you move to press a line of kisses down his chin. Groaning, he rolls onto his back and pulls you by your waist to lay on top of him. Your legs fall alongside either of his.

“Eddie,” A chuckle bubbles up your throat. “It was just a few extra goodnight kisses,” you say innocently.

He gives you a lopsided grin, dark eyes sparkling. “What’s a few more then?”

As soon as your lips meet again, it feels like you’re melting into him, his tenderness, his warmth. It’s almost too much, but you brave the feeling anyways, letting it soak all the way to your bones. Eddie’s body is steady and solid beneath you even though it feels like you’re falling.

When you pull away, he looks up at you in a way you can’t quite read, cheeks flushed.

“What is it?” you whisper, searching his eyes. “You haven’t seen a ghost, have you?” You playfully look over your shoulder and the corner of his lips twitch upwards.

Turning back around, you fold your arms over his chest and rest your chin on your hands. It’s an invitation for him to keep talking. He’s grateful for the steady pressure of your body. It’s like the two of you are one.

“I shouldn’t be here,” he says.

The room goes still.

A silence settles between you. It’s thick, thoughts somehow escaping into the air before words. You don’t have to ask to know what this is about.

There were still scars on his body attesting to that fateful night in the Upside Down. It was one of those potent memories that refused to remain cemented to the past. Pain flare-ups struck every now and again, but you knew the incident came to his mind more often than on those inopportune days because there was no way it couldn’t.

“If you weren’t supposed to be here, you wouldn’t be, Eddie,” you say, not harsh but convinced. “You fought for it. You deserve to be.”

“I know, it’s just…” He trails off, thinking. “On nights like this, when everything feels so goddamn perfect, it’s like I’m waiting for a rug to get ripped from under me.”

A small sliver of light leaves your eyes, and he digs the heel of his palms into his eyes. “Sorry, I’m ruining—”

“No, you’re not ruining anything,” you’re quick to say, reaching to pull his wrists down. “You could never.”

You’re not expecting a chuckle to escape him, but the sound fills your chest with a flicker of relief. Levity was always waiting somewhere in the wings. Even if the world was ending, you supposed it’d be there ready to take off the edge. That’s just what happened when he was around.

“I definitely could,” he argues.

A smile tugs at your lips even though you fight it. “You know what I mean.” You stroke his hair, watching the way his eyelashes flutter. “You want to be here, don’t you?”

A resounding yes echoes in his mind. Everyone he loves is on this side of the Upside Down. He’d claw his way back every single time.

“Of course I do.”

“Then that’s what’s worth holding onto. Not the what-ifs,” you tell him, praying your sincerity isn’t lost.

•••

The next morning, pale sunlight streams onto your face as you stand at Eddie’s bedside, squeezing his bicep to encourage him awake. In a brief flicker of wakefulness just moments ago, he’d convinced himself that he hadn’t felt you get out of bed. Upon looking up at you with bleary eyes, he wishes you were still in his arms. He muffles a yawn into his pillow before offering you an easy smile.

“Morning.” There’s a slight rasp to his voice.

“Good morning.” You smile back. “There’s somewhere I wanna take you.” Eagerness is coated around each word.

“Really?”

“Mhmm. But it’s a secret.” He wrinkles his nose at that.

“Just gimme, like, ten more minutes.” When you open your mouth to complain, he pushes the sheets off himself, and swings his legs over the side of the bed. “I’m messing with you, sweetheart.” You squeak when he pulls you to stand between his legs by the back of your thighs.

It’s impossible to ignore the warmth of his lips when he kisses your stomach through your shirt. He looks up through his lashes in time to see the flustered look that washes over your features. He doesn’t try to hide the boyish grin that spreads across his face.

“You like that?” There’s a teasing lilt beneath the innocence of his question. He kisses your stomach again, then raises the hem of your shirt up just enough to kiss the bare skin. “Hmm?” He looks back up at you for an answer he already knows.

Ignoring him, you work your fingers into his messy hair and scratch his scalp in that gentle way that always coaxes a shiver out of him. “I was thinking we could go get breakfast afterwards.” You try to keep your voice level but you’ve gone all soft and fuzzy on him.

“After my surprise?” he coaxes, kneading your waist.

You nod. “We have to hurry before it gets too late.”

That prompts him to stand to his full height, finally allowing you to embrace him. You press your ear to his chest and listen to the steady sound of his heartbeat, thinking about the night before. About ponderings on what should, shouldn’t be, and was.

As the sound thumps on you’re grateful that he’s still here. That he is.

•••

There’s something about seeing you behind the wheel of his van that makes Eddie feel good. He can’t quite pin why, but pride is somewhere in the mix alongside an eternal sense of adoration. It’s a hulking piece of metal, still going strong after everything he’d put it through since the day his Uncle Wayne helped him talk down the selling price.

You always look worlds prettier and focused than when he’s at the helm.

Hawkins is just beginning to wake up. A few people flitter into stores in their hats and coats. There’s a handful of other vehicles peppering the streets.

When you home to a stop at a stoplight, Eddie looks out the window at a teenager walking one of the shaggiest dogs he’s ever seen. He’s about to point it out to you, but you’re already looking.

“Reminds me of somebody I know.” You fight to keep a straight face after obviously taking in Eddie’s full head of hair.

His mouth falls open as the light turns green, and you give into a laugh when he snorts and shakes his head.

“You’re cruel,” he says, still chuckling. “Absolutely wicked.”

“Wait,” you breathe through a laugh. “We’re close. Can you close your eyes until we get there?”

Eddie listens without question, metal rings glinting as he reaches across the console to grab your thigh since you’ve deprived him of sight. No sooner does his thumb begin to rub small patterns onto your leg.

“I was just joking, by the way,” you tell him, meaning it.

His eyebrows furrow. “Oh, the dog thing?” A brief spell of laughter rises up again. Under oath, you’d swear it was your favorite sound. “It’s all good. No harm, no foul.”

He feels the van turning into what he can only assume to be a parking lot, if the way you slow down is any indicator.

“We’re here.”

•••

Lover’s Lake has never quite looked like this. At least, not when he was there to see. The way the early sunlight breaks through the trees as dissipating fog hovers over the water makes for a scene worth being immortalized. Both of you are quiet as you stand several feet back from the water’s edge, the tide gently lapping in.

Eddie was never one for nature until you came along, or being still, for that matter. You’d managed to open his eyes to the power of both. There was something healing about it, something mending. Like how he felt when he was alone with you. It was as if there was nothing or no one else in the entire world except for you by his side, and the sight stretched before him like an altar.

“I know it’s not the most life-changing thing in the entire world,” you start, playing with your fingers, “but it’s beautiful.

Especially for Hawkins, you want to add. Even the air is fresher and more crisp over here.

“Can we sit for a second?” He asks, looking behind himself at the ground.

Both of you take a seat. Him with his long legs outstretched, and you hugging your knees.

“I’m really starting to think you have superpowers.” Along with the playfulness, you can hear the overwhelming note of gratitude in his voice. “You always know what I need before I do.” He looks over at you like you’re a wonder fallen from the sky.

Your eyes stay on the delicate ripples of the water. “My only powers are watching and listening.” Eddie waits to speak because he can sense that you have something else to say. “I know you’re worried about good things being ripped away from you, but look.” You motion out in front of you.

“Doesn’t it kinda make you feel like everything’s gonna be okay?” You lean your head onto his shoulder, briefly closing your eyes as you breathe exhale.

It does, even if only for this moment in time.

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