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teach me - e.m. x fem!reader blurb

Summary: best friend!Eddie teaches inexperienced!reader how to kiss… among other things

a/n: i know this prompt has been written to exhaustion but I wanted to try putting my own little spin on it and use it as a warm up piece since I haven’t written in weeks

Cw: 18+, minors dni, kissing, making out, handjob, Eddie and reader are best friends, cuddling in the trailer, if st4 never happened

It was movie night at Eddie’s place. You always went over to the trailer on Friday’s. Eddie’s uncle, Wayne, was usually out at work, and you and Eddie never did anything more than order a pizza and check out a movie or two from Family Video.

Tonight’s movie was Pretty in Pink. Your choice, for obvious reasons, but you had to absolutely beg Eddie to watch it. You compromised by letting him choose the second movie for the night, which of course had to be a horror film.

You started the night with your movie. And once the pizza and snacks were eaten, you and Eddie had gone to lay down on the couch. You were on top of him, with your head on his chest and legs between his. You could feel the soft hum in his chest and the warmth of his body against yours.

He would absent-mindedly play with your hair or run his fingers along your back as you watched yet another Molly Ringwald movie, slowly adding itself to your collection of favorite movies.

You would make little comments here and there, like you usually do, and halfway through the movie, even Eddie had started getting into it.

“Nah babe, she should’ve ended up with Duckie,” he passionately exclaims at the scene where Andie arrives at the school dance and leaves Duckie for Blane. “And what kind of name even is Blane? It’s like, do you want your kid to be a dickhead?”

You laugh at his comment, silently agreeing.

You were sort of in a similar predicament to Andie. Well, except for the part where a popular boy takes an interest in you. But in a way, Eddie is like your Duckie. You’ve been friends for as long as you can remember and were always thick as thieves. Eddie knew you inside and out and you knew him better than anyone else.

In fact, there’s no one you can think of who could possibly take his place. There’s no one else you’d rather have movie nights or joy rides around town with than Eddie.

For some time, you’d been harboring a crush on Eddie, but you knew he couldn’t possibly feel the same way. He was your best friend, and his friendship meant way too much to you. You weren’t sure if your feelings for him would be worth the risk of losing him.

And for the time being, most of your friends already treated you like a couple, so you could at least pretend.

You continue to watch as the movie nears its end. You drag your fingertips along the fabric covering Eddie’s chest and watch as Andie goes outside and sees Blane. The shot transitions to a close up of Andie and Blane facing each other. And for a moment, they just look at each other, before moving close and just kissing each other. Their lips move swiftly and mouths connect like pieces of a puzzle. It’s hot. It’s passionate. It’s eager. You’ve never seen anything like it.

A sharp gasp escapes your lips and you tense up. Eddie feels you and turns his head toward you.

“Hey, you okay?”

You move your head from its comfortable place on his chest and look up at him, your faces inches apart.

You interlace your fingers together on the middle of his chest and prop yourself up a bit. You nod.

“You sure?” He asks, eyes cast down at you.

“Yeah,” you reply nervously. You turn your head to look back at the screen and engulf the view before you. Andie and Blane have their arms tightly wrapped around each other, like they want to be as close to each other as humanly possible. And the way they kiss is just… like they hunger for the other. Like they’re in a desert and the other person’s lips are the only source of water for miles.

“It’s just, I’ve never seen anyone kiss like that.” You furrow your brows and cock your head to the side. The vision of such a passionate kiss stirs something deep inside you that you had no idea existed until now.

Eddie lets out a breathy laugh, “You mean, a french kiss?”

You look back at him and into his eyes before timidly looking away. The credits begin to roll and you move from your place atop him to sit on the other side of the couch.

“Yeah, but like, a really… I don’t know… Aggressive one. Usually in the movies it’s like a soft kiss that only lasts for a moment or two. But that? That was like…,” you breathily explain, not even sure how to articulate what you just saw or how it made you feel.

Eddie looks at you in amused confusion. He sits up and leans forward to comfortingly run his hand along your calf.

“Do people really kiss like that?”

Eddie shrugs and nods, “Yeah, sometimes.”

Your eyes widen and your eyebrows shoot up.

Eddie chuckles, “There’s a lot of different ways to kiss, sweetheart.”

“Oh,” you gasp and look away, lost in thought.

“You’ve never been kissed like that?” Eddie asks curiously.

Now, being best friends with Eddie means he knows a lot about you, even the fact that your experience with kissing and touching is, well… minimal to say the least. And if it weren’t for Eddie’s relaxed and supportive demeanor, you probably never would have told anyone else.

“Eddie, I mean, if something like that happened to me, I’m pretty sure I’d tell you.”

Eddie’s eyebrows furrow at the thought. The vision of you kissing another boy that wasn’t him like that almost makes him sick.

“What about that kid Kenny from summer camp? Didn’t you say you guys kissed?”

You make the noise of a scoff that turns into a laugh, “Yeah, but Eddie, c’mon, that was middle school. When middle schoolers kiss, it’s just a peck on the lips, if that.”

Eddie nods and looks away for a moment. You can see the gears turning in his head, but have no idea what he might say next.

“So that’s the most you’ve ever been kissed? Just a peck?” He asks in an inquisitive tone. Like he’s not asking to make fun of her, but to get a better picture in his mind of the extent of her physical experience.

“Um, yeah I guess. When you put it like that,” you reply, shyness slowly taking over.

Sex and anything physical wasn’t exactly off limits for you and Eddie. If anything, he was probably the only person you ever felt comfortable talking about this kind of stuff with. But it was all… a bit theoretical. At least for you.

Eddie was objectively much more experienced than you. He’s even told you stories of the things he’d done. When you were younger, it was interesting to hear because you knew so little. It was like Eddie was your teacher, transmitting whatever knowledge he learned through his experience to you.

But as you got older and he continued to have these experiences while you didn’t, it began to feel intimidating to think of just how much more experienced he was than you. Especially now.

Surprisingly, you’d never really thought of doing any of those things with Eddie. For some reason, he always felt off limits in that way. There were a few times where you caught yourself thinking of what it would be like to kiss him and it always made your chest feel warm. But you could never bring yourself to think of doing anything with him past that. It just felt too invasive or intense.

And besides, it’s not like he would ever think of you that way, right?

“Well, do you want to know what it feels like?” He looks at you.

“Huh,” you ask, shaking away the thoughts you just had.

“Do you want to know what it feels like,” he repeats, briefly looking over at the tv and back to you.

You cock your head to the side. “You mean, french kissing? Like that?”

Eddie nods.

“Um, yeah, I guess so. It looks like it would feel nice, but, you know, it’s probably gonna be a while till I actually do.”

Eddie cocks a brow up.

“Because I’m not dating anyone. And there’s not exactly a whole line of suitors waiting down the block just to–”

“Alright, I’m gonna stop you there princess,” Eddie laughs as he waves his hand. He shakes his head and scoots closer to your place on the couch. “What I meant was, if you want to know what that sort of kiss feels like, you can always try it with me.”

You jerk your head back slightly and widen your eyes, “What?”

“It could be like practice.”

You gasp and look between his eyes. There’s no way Eddie just said that. Your lips are slightly ajar, ready to give some sort of sarcastic response you always give, but you come up with nothing.

“Are you… You’re serious?”

Eddie softly smiles, the kind that makes your insides turn to goo. He nods, “It’s ok, babe. I don’t mind showing you the ropes.”

You gasp and roll your eyes but then they accidentally roll to the back of your head.

“If you want to. It’s up to you, sweetheart.”

You blink rapidly, trying to wrap your mind around the offer he’s just thrown on the table, quite haphazardly you might add.

“Would you really do that Eddie,” you ask incredulously.

“Sure, why not?”

“Eddie, you're being way too cavalier about this,” You nervously chuckle.

Eddie furrows his brows in confusion.

“This-This is a big ask Eddie. I have no idea how you’re being so casual about this.”

Eddie shrugs, “You’re my best friend. I would do it for you.”

Eddie wants to kiss you as a friend? Because he cares about you as a friend? This just isn’t making sense.

“Why?”

“I know you’ve been waiting for a while. Probably for that special someone, right? I know I’m not exactly him, but I think I’m pretty damn close.”

Oh Eddie, you have no idea.

“Besides, as your best friend, I think it’s my responsibility to make sure you’re prepared for when he does come along.”

You roll your eyes at his audacious attitude. “That’s not exactly your responsibility Eddie.”

He shrugs, “Still, if you let me, I think I could be a pretty good teacher.”

“Eddie, I’ve let you teach me how to play guitar or dungeons and dragons, but this? I’m just…”

“It’s okay if you don’t want to, sweetheart. I just wanted to put it out there, in case you did.”

“No!” You exclaim, surprising yourself and Eddie. “I-I’m just… I-I kind of would want to but-but I don’t know. I just wasn’t expecting this. I wasn’t expecting any of this to happen tonight. And I definitely wasn’t expecting to have my first real kiss with someone like this.”

Eddie moves closer and cups your cheek with his hand.

“Hey,” he whispers. You peer into his hypnotizing eyes, shallowly breathing before him. “If you let me, I promise to take such good care of you.”

You maintain your gaze as your breathing becomes even more shallow. Slow baited breaths fall from your lips. You blink rapidly and place a hand over his.

“Really,” you ask in a squeaky voice.

Eddie nods and briefly looks down at your lips. He looks back up into your eyes and whispers in a deep voice, “Can show you a couple tricks while I’m at it.”

He winks and your eyes widen. “Does that sound good?”

You’re rendered speechless, but have enough functioning brain cells to nod.

“Before we get started, I want to try something.”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, “Okay?”

“French kissing is more than just pressing your lips to someone else’s, babe. So I think you should know how to move your lips and how to use the other parts of your mouth before we do anything.”

“What?” you gasp, trying to wrap your mind around what Eddie’s saying.

“I’m gonna show you a trick. This is how I used to practice on my own. Then you start practicing with another person, but it helps to have an idea of what you’re doing before the kiss has even started.”

“Oh,” you nod in confusion.

“So what you’re gonna do is take your index finger. Now move it horizontally and bring it close to your lips,” Eddie instructs and you do as he says.

“Part your lips a bit, just enough so that your finger fits between them. Yeah like that,” he says.

You cast your gaze down, slightly uncomfortable looking Eddie in the eyes.

“Now, relax. Make sure your lips are soft. Don’t want them to be tense.”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion and widen your lips a bit, gauging for how tense or relaxed they are, before softening them and keeping them wide enough for your finger to fit.

“Now, it’s gonna sound weird, but just kiss your finger. You’re gonna want to start so that your lips fit around your finger, then you slowly want to close them till they’re shut. I’ll show you.”

Eddie takes his own index finger between his lips and looks you in the eye as he imitates the gestures. Your throat grows dry at the sight.

“Now, you try.”

You look down at your finger and blink. You close your eyes and bring it closer to your lips. You brush your lips over your finger till they touch and you seal the touch with a kiss, lightly making a small smack sound.

You gasp at the noise and the sensation, fluttering your eyelids open.

“Perfect. That was great.” Eddie excitedly says. You look up at him and shyly smile.

“Now try doing it again a few more times.”

“A few more times? Eddie! When are we gonna…” You cut yourself off. Realizing how eager you sound.

Eddie smirks and laughs. “Patience, babe. I promise, this stuff really helps.”

“Okay, I guess.” You shrug and practice kissing your finger a few times.

“Does it feel okay?”

You shrug, “Yeah, feels fine.”

“Okay, now I want you to try again, but this time, try adding your tongue.”

“My tongue?”

“Yes, babe, your tongue,” he chuckles.

You blink in confusion before bringing your finger back up to your lips. You close your eyes and brush your lips over your finger, letting your tongue lightly graze the skin before sealing the kiss.

You pull away slightly and open your eyes, brows furrowed. “Did I do it right?”

“It was hard to tell, your finger was covering your tongue. But if it felt right then yeah.”

“Eddie, how am I supposed to know what feels right? I’ve never done any of this before.”

Eddie comfortingly places a hand on your outer thigh and squeezes. “Hey, I know it seems really confusing. But the thing is, your body knows a lot more than your mind does. Just pay attention to what things make you feel good.”

“Okay,” you nod.

“Remember, this is supposed to feel good. You’re supposed to feel relaxed. If anything hurts or makes you feel tense then something’s wrong. And if it is, then I want you to tell me, okay?

You nod, taking in his words.

“We’re gonna start off slow, okay sweetheart? I’ll warm you up a bit first.”

“Huh,” you blink.

“Here, lay back,” he whispers. He moves back and gestures for you to lay down on the couch.

You shuffle to lie down with your back flat against the couch seat and look up at Eddie as he moves the blanket you two were using earlier to the ground.

He sniffles and moves the long sleeves of his henley up his forearms. He brings a knee to the side of your leg closest to the back of the couch and places a hand on either side of your face.

“Normally, you don’t really have to announce every single thing you do before you do it, but I will since it’s your first time,” he says.

“Ok,” you gasp.

“So, I’m gonna start by kissing different parts of your face first. Then I’ll move to your lips.”

“Okay,” you whisper.

Eddie’s hair hangs above you like a waterfall. He slowly starts to move downward and you close your eyes. You feel Eddie’s soft lips press against your forehead. He slowly inches down to your nose, then to your cheek. He places a hand along your neck and presses little kisses along your jaw.

Without even thinking, you reach out for him. One hand finds its way to his neck and the other to his shoulder.

His lips trail to your neck where he leaves warm open mouthed kisses that make your insides feel relaxed.

“Feeling good?” Eddie asks.

“Mhm,” you hum as you flutter your eyelids open. The soft light of the lamp on the side table glows around him. His warm eyes and soft lips beckon you toward him

“I’m gonna kiss you on the lips this time,” he whispers, lips hovering a few inches above yours. “And for now, just follow my lead, okay? If at any point you want to stop, just let me know.”

“Okay,” you nod and close your eyes.

Eddie moves down and gently brushes his lips on yours. Sort of like how he taught you to kiss your finger the first time. Even though your lips are closed while his are apart, you feel the warmth of his mouth a bit.

“Part your lips a little,” he mutters.

“Oh, right” you whisper and part your lips with the motion of your words.

He kisses you again, this time letting your top lip fit between both of his, his bottom lip between both of yours. You kiss him back and hum at the sensation. You start to feel him smiling against your lips.

He kisses you again this time letting his top lip fit between yours. You continue to kiss like that, alternating the feeling of your lips between each others. Little by little Eddie guides you to part your lips more and more as each kiss melts into the next. You start to feel more of the warmth in his mouth.

Your left hand moves to rest along his neck, with your thumb stroking the skin of his clean shaven jaw. Your right hand moves up to his hair, fingertips coming through his roots. He groans into the kiss before you rest your hand to cradle the back of his head.

Eddie uses the hand that isn’t currently propping himself up to touch along your neck, travel along your arm and end up on your waist. He squeezes lightly before hooking his arm around your mid-back. He leans down more and brings your body up, flush against his. Without even thinking about it first, your body responds by arching your back.

You guess Eddie was right. Your body does know more than your brain sometimes. Even your body knows how much it wants him.

You focus your attention back on Eddie’s lips, breathing through your nose so as not to break the kiss to catch your breath.

You’ve found a perfect rhythm together. The kiss is at just the right pace. Just the right amount of back and forth. Not too much pressure. It’s just perfect.

And god, you can’t believe how good it feels to touch Eddie like this. To feel him like this. It feels like your lips were made for each other. Like kissing was invented just for you and Eddie to know pleasure.

When you started, it was like you were just an ice cube, and slowly, Eddie’s been melting you into a puddle of water.

And just when you think you’ve fully melted, Eddie decides to turn up the heat a bit. Between kisses, Eddie slips his tongue in and glides it swiftly along your bottom lip. You gasp into the kiss. It throws your mind off guard, but your body knows just what to do.

On the kiss after that, your tongue imitates his, mirroring his movements. Eddie hums into your mouth and your back arches slightly.

Something shifts after that. The blood in your veins pumps a little faster. Your breathing is a little deeper, bringing more oxygen into your system. Your skin hums with electricity. Your senses heighten. You want every inch of your skin to be touching every inch of Eddie’s skin like two magnets being pulled together by their opposing poles.

You feel your head moving forward and back as your kisses with Eddie get faster, more aggressive. Like your mouths are trying to explore every single possible way they can fit together.

Your heads tilt from side to side and you feel his nose brush against yours. You hook your arms around his neck, letting your fingers roam through his scalp and the warm skin of his face. You whimper needily into his mouth. Sounds of pleasure escaping your lips.

To touch Eddie was one thing. To feel him was a whole other thing. But to taste him? Oh god, there is no going back.

Kissing him like this makes you feel so alive. The feeling of his lips and tongue and mouth intertwined with yours is intoxicating beyond belief.

Eddie Munson has become your new favorite flavor.

As your kisses deepen and speed up in pace, Eddie switches his hands, moving the left one to hold himself up and the right one to touch you. He hikes your left leg up and hooks it around his waist.

You whine into his mouth and pull back slightly. You hear Eddie’s haggard breathing.

“Oh Eddie,” you moan before connecting your mouth back to his.

You two resume kissing. It’s an all-consuming kiss. Like your brain has turned off and everything else in your body has turned on. Just for Eddie.

And it appears that the same has happened for Eddie. He begins to grunt and hum in your kisses. He hungrily touches and squeezes you along your waist and hips, reaching below the fabric of his shirt you borrowed to press against your skin. Your kisses become faster and sloppier.

Interspersed between kisses, he’ll bite your bottom lip, making you gasp against his mouth. You try biting his lip back. Your kisses have become so fast that you can’t find the right moment. Until one particularly quick pause between kisses he uses to catch his breath. When he brings his lips back to yours, you fit his bottom lip between your teeth and lightly apply pressure.

Eddie groans and you smile, feeling triumphant at your successful move. You continue to kiss like that, going through waves of fast and harsh kissing to slower, more melodic kissing.

You didn’t realize it would go on this long, kissing. Or, you didn’t realize you and Eddie would be kissing for this long. The kiss in Pretty in Pink only lasted for the last few minutes of the movie. You have no idea how long kissing Eddie has been. Could be a few minutes or a few hours.

You could go on for the rest of the night if he let you. There’s no place you’d rather be than in Eddie’s arms. Till his arms get tired and he breaks the kiss.

His breathing fans your face until he moves away from your face and sits back on the other side of the couch. You look at him through hooded eyelids. He moves his shoulders and flexes his fingers.

Your body is so full of light yet feels like it weighs more than a bag of bricks as you struggle to sit up, your muscles so weak from the pleasure of kissing Eddie.

Eddie breathes harshly and looks down. He runs a hand through his hair and looks up at you. He smiles painfully and you scoot closer to him.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah… I, uh… got something I need to take care of,” Eddie grunts.

“Wait, what is it?”

Eddie looks at you, like he’s masking some sort of pain.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah I just um…” Eddie looks into your eyes before closing his own.

“Eddie, you’re never shy around me. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. You just… sort of gave me a boner, sweetheart,” he answers, gruffly calling you his favorite pet name as he palms his pants.

Your eyes widen, “Oh.”

“I am painfully hard babe. But don’t worry, I’ll be right back.”

Eddie stands up but you grab his hand. “Wait.”

He looks at you and you tug, motioning for him to sit back down.

“Do you… I mean, could I… maybe I can help you take care of it?”

“You want to?” He asks, eyebrows slightly raised and a lazy smile forming in his lips.

You smile bashfully, “Yeah.”

“You sure? No pressure at all, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, I want to,” you smile and shuffle closer to him, “If that’s okay with you.”

“Yeah, it’s more than okay,” he grunts, shuffling to sit closer to you so that your thighs are touching.

You look down onto his lap and notice the subtle outline under the fabric of his plaid pajama pants.

He palms the outline and you see it shift beneath the fabric.

You probably should be doing something besides staring straight at his lap, but something about the male anatomy is so foreign to you, it amazes you to see it like this. To see him like this.

“Wanna help me with this, sweetheart?” He grunts.

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” you mutter under your breath.

You hesitantly reach forward and place your hand over the outline of his dick. Your eyelids flutter and you relish the sensation of his hardened yet clothed dick in the palm of your hand. You slowly press down and push your hand forward.

Eddie hums and you look up at him. His eyes are closed, lashes fallen upon his rosy cheeks, lips slightly ajar. He’s never looked more beautiful.

You look back down, with focus, and repeat your action with a bit more confidence. You feel his chest move along the side of your shoulder.

You bring your hand down to move a third time, but Eddie beats you to the punch. He brings his fingers up to the waist band of his pants and boxers. He lifts his hips up and pushes the fabric down towards his knees, letting them fall to his ankles.

And there it is. Without warning, his unclothed cock springs out, meeting you for the first time. You gape at the site of it. Of him. You swallow nervously. You’ve never seen anything like it. But, now you understand why a banana was used at the condom demonstration in health class.

In the soft glow of the yellow lamp light, you see the stiff rigidness of his hardened cock, standing freely on its own.

Eddie reaches to grab it with his hand. He begins slowly stroking up and down.

You look at him and his eyes are closed again.

“Here,” you say as you shoo his hand away. Reaching for his cock and grabbing it in your hand, “Let me.”

You look at him again and this time his eyes are open. He looks down at his dock in your hand, then up into your eyes. His eyelashes flutter as his eyes roll into the back of his head. You can feel his cock twitch in your hands and you tense up, slightly squeezing it.

“Move your hand up and down,” he breathes.

You nod and loosen your grip to stroke up and down.

“You can keep a tighter grip, like before.”

Like before, when you were nervous?

You tighten your grip and hesitantly move your hand up and down his cock.

He takes the arm closest to you and snakes it around your waist. The gesture brings you closer to him and you take the opportunity to kiss him again.

You lean forward and press your lips against his. He’s slightly taken aback, but by the second kiss he’s already kissing you back at full force.

You hear him loudly breath through his nostrils and feel his chest rise and press close to yours as you continue to jerk up and down his dick.

Eddie pulls away momentarily and listfully gazes at you.

“Remember to get the head too,” he softly instructs as he looks down at your hand.

“What,” you ask in confusion as you meet his gaze.

He holds his hand atop yours and guides it upward, letting your thumb run over the head of the hard cock. It feels smoothers than the skin in the base, and even sort of wet.

“Use the precum, it’ll help your hand glide a little better.”

“Huh,” you flutter your eyelashes, slightly overwhelmed by all the different sensations currently flooding your system.

“Or if it helps, you can try spitting into your hand or licking it for better traction.”

Oh. You take his words of advice and bring your hand up to your mouth. You lick a stripe and bring it down to the base. You pump upward and back down. You let your palm travel up one side, over the throbbing head, and over the other side.

You move your hand back upright and pump again, letting your thumb rub circles over the head to smear more precum.

It doesn’t escape your notice that Eddie shudders every time you do this. Every time you do much as touch the head of his cock he's a breathless mess.

You’re so lost in concentration, wanting to make sure your doing it right and making Eddie feel good that you don’t even think to kiss him again.

But while you’re making Eddie feel good, he wants to do something for you too. The only problem is, the way you’re touching him is making him have an out of body experience. It’s so good, he barely had control over his own limbs.

The mist he can do is lazily pulls you closer to his and press sweet open mouthed kisses into your neck.

Normally, you would’ve been ticklish along your neck, but something about Eddie’s touch is different. It makes you feel warm and bright. You hum and whimper when he kisses over the most sensitive spots.

He lets his lips travel to your ear. He bites on the lobe and tugs.

He whispers into the shell, “You’re so good at this babe. Are you sure this isn’t your first time?”

You giggle like a schoolgirl and smile triumphantly.

The sound of your voice drives Eddie wild and in a moment of impulse, he wraps his other arm around your waist and tightens his grip.

His kisses along your neck grow sloppier and your movement on his cock speed up, becoming harsher with each stroke.

“Sweetheart,” he grunts. You can feel the muscles in his abdomen constrict.

“Yeah?” You ask.

He grunts again, “I’m gonna—think I’m gonna co—“

And before he can even say the word, he comes.

“Eddie, what’s happening? What do I do?”

You freeze.

Eddie moves one hand to stroke his clock, pumping till the last big of cum comes out. It spills out of his leaky cock and onto his hips.

You’re so in shock and still overcome by pleasure that you’re frozen in this moment, simply an observer of Eddie’s current state.

“Well my darling, you just made me cum,” Eddie smiles cockily at you.

You smile back, slightly confused but overall pleased.

Eddie leans forward and kisses you. You kiss him back, but before he deepens the kiss, he pulls away. He fixes himself and excuses himself to go to the bathroom and clean himself up.

You suppose you should probably clean yourself up a bit too. This was far dirtier than anything you’d done before, so you go to the sink to wash your hands and fix yourself a glass of water.

You set the glass on the side table and sit back down on the couch.

After a few minutes, Eddie comes back out and joins you.

“You okay?”

“More than okay, babe,” he grins smugly.

You hide your smile and take a sip of water.

“Want some?” You offer to him.

He plops down next to you and accepts the glass, nearly chugging it all.

“Hey,” you smack his arm. “I asked if you want some, not all of it.”

Eddie chuckles and wipes his mouth with the back of his.

“Don’t worry about it sweetheart, I’ll get you some more,” he says cheekily. He leans over and gives you a kiss before getting up to refill the water.

He comes back and passes you the glass. You take a sip and place it back on the side table before Eddie tackles you on the couch.

You shriek as you move down to lay on the couch while Eddie moves to lay on top of you.

“Eddie, I can’t breathe!”

“Me neither. You really know how to take a guy's breath away sweetheart.”

You smile at his cheesiness.

“No I meant, you’re right on my lungs. It’s hard to breathe.”

Eddie takes this as the opportunity to basically manhandle you, picking you up and switch positions so that he’s laying down on the couch and you’re on top of him. Sort of like how you were when you first started movie night.

“That better babe?”

You press a kiss to his lips, letting him deepen it a bit before pulling away.

“Now it is,” you say matter of factly.

“I’m not gonna lie, you’re a really good kisser baby.”

Your heart lightens at the compliment. Eddie has kissed other people before, so the fact that he thinks you’re a good kisser is saying a lot.

“Where’d you learn how to kiss like that?” He asks.

You roll your eyes at his self-indulgence.

“Well, I had this teacher…” you play along.

“Must’ve been a hell of a teacher.”

“He was a pretty good teacher, but I think I also just had a natural ability. A gift some might call it.”

“Oh I definitely would. Those pretty lips were very gifted. Those hands… even more,” he teases as he leans forward for a chaste kiss.

You move your hand forward to cup his cheek.

“Is class still in session Mr. Munson,” you ask in a flirty voice.

One of Eddie’s eyebrows cocks up suggestively.

“Because there is so much I want you to teach me.”

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DANCING WITH MYSELF

— PART EIGHT

summary: eddie crashes senior prom hoping to steal a dance with his dream girl, chrissy cunningham. instead, he spends the night stuck in the women’s restroom with you—her snarky, insecure best friend. ❖ pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader ❖ word count: 5,641 ❖ genre: fluff with some angst ❖ series status: complete ❖ warnings: no season 4 spoilers, some coarse language, body image issues, allusions to eating disorders, typical teenage insecurities, angst, jealousy, anxiety, secret crushes, childhood memories, happy ending, lots of 80s music

Back in the dance hall, Chrissy Cunningham was sitting alone at the table and picking teal nail polish off her fingernails while “True” by Spandau Ballet floated dreamily down from the speakers.

… except it wasn’t a dream anymore, was it?

Chrissy had been shaken awake and now she was seeing her world with brand new eyes, and she didn’t like what she saw, not at all. She was disenchanted by it. Disgusted by it. She wanted to tear it all down and burn it to the ground. Those vines crawling up the pillar? Nothing but cheap polyester leaves on wire stems. How could she ever think they were real? They were as fake as the roses on her table. As fake as the rhinestone tiara that would eventually sit on her head. And Chrissy would stand on that stage in the middle of this pretty plastic world, and she would smile her fake smile and wave at a crowd of happy faces, and she would wonder if any of them actually saw her.

Saw her like you did.

We should’ve just stayed home, Chrissy thought with a forlorn smile. We could’ve been sitting on the couch and watching Pretty in Pink right now. I’d have to keep rewinding all my favorite parts because you think your commentary’s more entertaining than the actual movie. And you know what? It is. And you’re right, Blane is boringly perfect, and Andie really should’ve chosen Duckie at the end. But nobody appreciates Duckie, do they? I wonder why that is…

I’m sorry… If I smiled at him too much or looked at him too much, I’m sorry. I swear, I didn’t realize I was doing it. Chrissy sniffed as a tear fell onto her dress, darkening the fabric. I bet he doesn’t even really like me, anyway. He probably just likes my face and my smile, like everyone else, and he has no idea the only reason I smile so much is because I have someone like you making me laugh all the time.

Chrissy wiped away another tear as Jason Carver appeared before her with his jacket unbuttoned, bowtie undone and hanging loose around his white collar.

“Hey,” he said in a quiet voice, his hands stuffed awkwardly in his front pockets.

“Hi,” Chrissy said back, unable to fully meet his gaze. It hurt too much to look at him right now.

“Why’d you do it?” she asked after a while.

Jason let out a long sigh. “I don’t know… I just wanted everyone to have a good time. I wanted us to have a good time. I wanted her to have a good time. And I thought she would with Chance; I really thought she would… but he’s an asshole, and so am I. I didn’t think it through, Chris. I didn’t take her feelings into consideration. She’s right, I was being selfish. I just wanted tonight to be perfect.”

Chrissy looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears. “So did I.”

Jason felt his heart break, seeing her like that. He knelt down in front of her and gently cupped her face with his hands. His voice trembled a little as he said, “Is that why you haven’t eaten anything tonight?”

Chrissy’s face twisted into a startled expression. She yanked her chin away. “What? No, I… I told you, I’m just nervous, that’s all.”

“Chris, we’ve been dating for almost three years. I’ve never seen you eat, not once, not even some popcorn at a movie.”

“What? No, that can’t be true…”

“It is, Chris… and it’s okay. Look, I know you’re dealing with something right now, and I know you don’t trust me enough to talk to me about it, but I just want you to know I’m here, okay? Whenever you’re ready, only when you’re ready, I’ll be here ready to listen. Okay?”

A tear rolled down Chrissy’s cheek. Jason wiped it away with his thumb.

“What if it takes a really long time?” she asked, her voice breaking with emotion.

“Then it takes a really long time,” Jason said. “It’s worth it. You’re worth it.”

“Yeah, but what if I’m not?” Chrissy asked, sniffling. “What if you don’t like what you see?”

An incredulous laugh emerged from Jason’s throat, his mouth hanging open in silent awe. “That’s… That’s not possible, Chris.” How could she even think that? “You’re the most beautiful person I know, inside and out, and nothing you say or do will ever change that.”

His words made Chrissy cry harder, smiling through her tears. Jason hugged her close and pressed a kiss against her forehead, and as he drew back, she whispered, “I love you.”

“You know, it’s very rare to find a friend like Chrissy. We’ve been best friends since the first grade. The first grade. The teacher partnered us together for an assignment, and we just hit it off right away. It was effortless with her. As easy as breathing. We spent the whole afternoon talking and laughing, getting absolutely nothing done, and it’s been that way ever since. I swear, it’s like we’re in our own little world sometimes. We shut everyone else out, forget about all our problems, and just relax for a while… as long as we can. She’s the only one I’ve ever been able to do that with, and I’m assuming it’s the same for her; otherwise she wouldn’t have kept me around for so long. And honestly that surprised me, too. I mean, you hear about girls dropping their childhood friends once they get a taste of popularity, but not Chris. No, she didn’t change at all. We still eat lunch together every day. Still walk home together every day. Sleepovers every Saturday, and then we hang out all day Sunday. It’s like a ritual at this point, and I think we’re both too afraid to break it. It’s like we think the world will end or something.” You laughed at that for a minute, then frowned.

“We’re going to different schools next year. That wasn’t the plan, of course. We were supposed to go to Evansville together, live it up, have the time of our lives, but now she’s the only one going. Chris thinks it’s because I didn’t get in, but the truth is… I never even applied. I don’t wanna go to college with her. I can’t go to college with her. And I know that sounds really selfish. Probably makes me seem like a total bitch, but… My whole identity is wrapped up in Chrissy Cunningham. From the time we became friends, she has defined me. I have no name anymore. I’m simply Chrissy’s best friend. And what, I have to spend another four years like that? Another forty? When I die, is that what’s gonna be engraved on my tombstone? I have nightmares about it. I wake up in the middle of the night and cry about it. I’ve spent the last twelve years living in Chrissy’s shadow, and it’s slowly killing me. And it’s not her fault. She’s done nothing wrong. She’s amazing, and I love her, but… I need to find out who I am… apart from her.”

You breathed out the words and watched them drift away. This was the first time you’d ever spoken such treachery out loud. Until now, it had been trapped inside of you like a poison, and now that it was out, a small part of you was afraid. Afraid Chrissy might’ve heard you. Afraid all your rituals had now been undone. The spell was broken, and now the world around you would cease to exist. Fires. Earthquakes. Floods. Famine. You sat there for a minute, listening for the sounds of screaming and panic, but there was nothing… just Spandau Ballet.

You turned your head, caught Eddie Munson’s wide-eyed stare. “I’m sorry, were you asking me a question?”

“Uhh… just… what your plans are after high school.”

Your face flushed. “Oh, right…” You crossed your arms over your chest and looked down. “Umm, college. In way too many words, college. Yeah, that’s what I’ll be doing. What about you?”

Eddie pounded his fist on his knee. “I… have no idea. I guess I’ll be at the world’s mercy.”

“You’re not gonna pursue your music?”

“Well, yeah, I’m gonna try… but the odds of making it are basically, y’know, zero.” He formed a goose egg with his hand, then made it explode with a flick of his fingers. “With my luck, I’m probably gonna end up sharing a prison cell with my old man.”

“Don’t say that,” you said, sickened.

“I’m just kidding.”

“Yeah, you are but you aren’t, so… stop.” Your voice was soft but emphatic. It made Eddie look at you in surprise. “I remember how you would get whenever your dad was out on parole. It was like night and day. You became a completely different person.”

Once, while you were all leaving Scottie’s house after a D&D session, Eddie saw his dad’s beat-up car sitting on the curb and, instantly, all the color drained from his face. Then he said, I gotta go, guys, and he skipped the next two sessions.

“You always swore you wouldn’t end up like him, so… swear it, Eddie. Swear you’ll never end up like him.”

Your glare was earnest and desperate.

Eddie sighed, surrendering to it. “I’ll never end up like him. I promise.”

“Good,” you said. “And don’t make any more jokes like that either because you’re not that funny, Munson.”

“Okay,” said Eddie with a faint smile. “From now on, I’ll leave all the jokes to you.”

“Good,” you said, and shivered as the air conditioning kicked on.

“You cold?” Eddie asked.

“No, I’m—”

“Hold on, I gotcha.”

Eddie leaned forward and shrugged his right shoulder out of his jacket sleeve. You started blushing as soon as you saw the bare flesh of his arm, the black ink of all his tattoos…

Your mouth fell open. “Oh, that’s okay, I…” but soon his hands were on your shoulders, draping the jacket over you, and you felt your cheeks burst into flames.

Eddie drew back, hovering over you for a minute. “Better?”

Your eyes shyly floated up to his. “Yes… thank you,” and then he gave you a crooked little smile that made you melt. You pulled the collar of his jacket against your chin and thought, This enough… If this is all I ever get, this is enough.

Then you looked at Eddie in his Iron Maiden T-shirt, sitting with his right knee pulled toward his chest and his arm resting on it, and you said with a smirk, “By the way, I’m really glad you decided to dress up tonight.”

Eddie breathed a quiet laugh. “Yeah… probably shoulda rented a suit, huh?”

“No,” you said, “this is perfect. This is totally you.”

Eddie’s eyes met yours in a curious stare. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you said softly, as a huge smile spread across your face, getting bigger and bigger until… “Ow!”

“You okay?”

You pressed your hand to your cheekbone, giggling in pain. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Eddie said, “You’re not used to smiling this much, huh? Uh-oh… Careful now, if you keep this up, you might actually break your face.”

“Hey, I smile…”

Eddie shook his head. “No, not really… You smirk a lot. Yeah, that’s definitely your signature. Then let’s see, there’s the, uhhh, the shit-eating grin, which you wear while watching me fail at life. That one’s my personal favorite.” He chuckled to himself for a second, then licked his bottom lip in thought. “But see, uh, a genuine smile from you, now that’s very rare… at least for me. Yeah, I don’t think I’ve seen that since…” His eyes grew distant, softened. “Well, it’s been a long time.”

Then Eddie looked down, hooked his finger around the chain on his right wrist. “… and that’s a shame because it’s a really pretty smile.”

You felt your brow cave in on itself, your lips pucker into a sour frown.

Eddie glanced back at you and laughed. “Well, it was, anyway… Now you’re doing a weird grimace-thing. What is that?”

You turned away. “Yeah, sorry, I’ve never been very good at accepting compliments… I, uhh, I remember back in middle school, Chris and I were standing by our lockers—I don’t remember what we were doing exactly—but she just looked at me and said, ‘You’re so pretty.’ It came completely out of nowhere because that’s what Chris does. She’s random like that sometimes. And, anyway, Cody Nelson was standing on the other side of me. You know who Cody Nelson is, right? Well, he turned to me and said, ‘No offense, but you’re really not that pretty.’ And I think it was just the way he said it. Totally without malice. He just stated it like it was a fact—like the sky is blue, and I’m not pretty—and that just rattled me.” Even now, you could feel that same lump in your throat, sitting in there like a rock. “In hindsight, I should have told him to fuck off, but I just stood there, dumbfounded, and I said, ‘Okay…’ Like, what are you even supposed to say to something like that? And I almost cried right there, but I didn’t. I did the respectable thing and waited until I got home, but… yeah, now every time someone compliments me, I just kinda pause. It’s like I’m waiting for Cody Nelson to come out of the bushes and be like, ‘Actually…’ and—Wait, what are you doing?”

Eddie had shifted his weight around and was now facing the door.

“Oh, I’m just waiting for Cody Nelson,” he said. “He shouldn’t be coming into the women’s restroom, by the way, which I realize sounds pretty hypocritical coming from me, but…”

Eddie turned toward you and said in a low voice, “You know what, I don’t think he’s coming. Hold on, though, we’ll give it a few more seconds… Wait… Nope, I think you’re safe. It’s just us in here.”

His smile was warm and comforting. It made your heart beat faster.

Eddie went on: “I don’t mean to make light of your traumatic memory or anything, but… didn’t Cody Nelson stick a scissor in an outlet and almost electrocute himself?”

You squinted your eyes, trying to remember. “Yeah… Yeah, I think he did.”

“Yeah… so… obviously he’s an idiot. You’re gorgeous.”

He said it like it was a fact. Like it was a universal truth.

Then he turned away and muttered under his breath, “It’s your personality that’s the problem.”

And your jaw dropped. You coughed out a laugh. “Oh, really?”

Eddie flashed you a teasing smirk. “Yeah, you’re kind of a bitch. I’ve actually been meaning to tell you that for a while now.”

“Oh?” You raised your eyebrows tauntingly. “Is that so?”

Your hands flew down to the strap of your heel and barely grazed the buckle when you felt the weight of Eddie’s hand on top of yours, his fingers locking between yours.

“No, don’t,” he begged, laughing. “Please don’t stab me with your shoe. I’d like to maintain vision in both eyes, if that’s possible.”

Eddie was tracing your fingers with his thumb as he said this, dragging his nail up to the knuckle of your thumb, through the curve to your index finger, then back again. It was hypnotic, this movement, so hypnotic that you almost didn’t hear him when he said, “I mean, how else am I supposed to keep staring at you?”

Your heart stopped. “What?”

You looked at Eddie, saw his eyes widen for a second and then squeeze themselves shut. “Shit,” he hissed through his teeth. Then he yanked his hand away from yours and threw it back on his bent knee. All the while, you sat there silent, blinking.

Eddie pushed his hand through his hair in frustration. “God, why’d you have to be here tonight? Y’know, I came in with a very clear plan: get in, get the girl—or, y’know, don’t get the girl—and then get the hell outta here! I see you and… shit, all of a sudden I’m back in middle school, man. I’m weird and awkward. Face full of acne. Actually, I don’t remember if acne was a huge problem for me, but it probably was. And now I got all these complicated feelings and, fuck, I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore.”

He leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes, breathing deeply for a minute. “I’m sorry for yelling at you, by the way. I dunno why I did that. I… I shouldn’t have done that.”

You closed your mouth and tried to swallow, but your throat was so dry. “Eddie, why did you act like you didn’t know me?”

Eddie opened his eyes but didn’t look at you. His gaze was cloudy, tormented with a dark haze of anguish that you didn’t understand. “I just didn’t wanna give you the satisfaction of, y’know, thinking I cared enough to remember you. I mean, I did say you were dead to me, so…”

His words punched you in the gut. Knocked all the air out of your lungs.

“OH MY GOD!” you yelled. “This is all because of some stupid D&D campaign? Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

Eddie put up his hand. “First of all, it’s not just a stupid D&D campaign…”

“Oh my god, Eddie! You better change your name to Petty Munson because that is the pettiest shit I’ve ever heard in my life!”

“Oh, see, there you go with the name-calling… Now we’re really back in middle school!”

“Yeah, we are… because you’re acting like an actual child right now! I killed you six years ago in a game. In a game, Eddie! And you decided to kill me off in real life. But wait, hold on, you didn’t have any problem digging me out from the grave when you needed to use me, did you? Yeah, you just grabbed a shovel and got to work.”

“Hey, you have no idea how hard it was for me to come up to you tonight.”

“Yeah, but you did, didn’t you? Because you needed my prom ticket.”

“Yeah, and a lotta help you were in that department.”

“Oh, boo-fucking-hoo… You know, I’d actually give a shit if you weren’t such an insufferable asshole. But then again, what do you care? I’m dead to you, and over a stupid fucking game. Do you wanna redo it, Eddie? Since it matters so much to you? You know what, fine, I’ll go grab Jeff and Grant and Gareth—I’ll even go spring Scottie outta jail. Yeah, I haven’t seen that guy in years, but let’s go ahead and grab him too—and then we can all sit down in Scottie’s dungeon of a basement and replay this monumental campaign. It’ll take us like three months, but if that’ll finally right the universe for you, let’s do it.”

By the time you were finished, you were seething. Eddie shot you an acidic glare.

“God, you really are such a bitch,” he said, sounding completely defeated. “It’s not about the campaign. It was never about the campaign. It was a horrible campaign, anyway. Full of plot holes. You could see all the twists coming a mile away. Scottie can’t write for shit and he was a horrible DM. He spent the whole campaign flirting with you through his NPCs. It was really fucking annoying.”

Eddie looked away from you, started tugging at one of the rings on his left hand.

“I was having fun with you. I thought we were having fun together. Those three months we spent, y’know, arguing and goofing around in Scottie’s basement were the best three months of my life, and…” He winced suddenly, as if a dagger had stabbed into his side. “And I thought you liked me. In fact, I was pretty fucking sure you did. Like I’ve never been more confident of anything in my life. You were terrible at the game; I was constantly having to save you. And every time I did, you would just look at me like I was amazing, like I was—I dunno—your hero or something, and nobody’s ever looked at me like that. But then you slit my throat right at the end, and you sat there and laughed about it. Never even said you were sorry. And I’ve never felt so stupid because, clearly, those three months didn’t mean anything to you. It was all just a big joke at my expense.”

His words pierced your heart and made you feel cold all over. You shook your head, your eyes stinging with oncoming tears. “No, it wasn’t…”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on, of course it was. You don’t care about D&D. You only joined so you could make fun of us.”

You cleared your throat, but your voice still sounded hoarse. “No, that’s not why I—”

“You weren’t taking it seriously at all. You were constantly going off on your own, taking on random side-quests that had nothing to do with the story. You were gambling in the tavern. Wasting all your gold on stupid shit you don’t need.”

“But that’s not why I joined,” you said. Eddie didn’t hear you.

“Then you played the sacred flute in the queen’s tomb when I specifically told you not to—”

“Eddie, listen to me: that’s not why I joined!”

“—and you disturbed the spirits of all her servants and we almost died. Yeah, and you were laughing at that too, because that’s what you do. You laugh at me and mock me and make fun of everything I like ‘cause—”

“OH MY GOD, I WAS TRYING TO IMPRESS YOU!”

You screamed these words so loud it almost tore your vocal cords. The sound bounced off the walls and smacked you right in the face. You put your head in your hands, started rubbing your throbbing temples. All this yelling had given you such an awful headache.

“I worked so hard to learn that game. I had to beg my neighbor to teach me. Yeah, my neighbor. I spent two weeks playing D&D with a bunch of kids in Mike Wheeler’s basement. And it was confusing, and I didn’t get it. I still don’t get it. It was really hard and frustrating, but I did it, Eddie. I did it for you. Because I wanted to be around you and talk to you. Actually, talk to you. And I did… or at least my character did. She was oozing charisma and was just, you know, overall a total badass, but it was still me at the end of the day.”

You frowned deeply, guiltily, feeling like a criminal about to receive their sentence. “I got a little carried away, though… and, yeah, I sacrificed you to a demon for the ultimate power. It wasn’t even a good power, to be honest. Scottie had to pull something out of his ass, and it totally broke the game. I shouldn’t have accepted it in the first place, but I did, and I’m really sorry, but I didn’t think it was gonna make you as mad as it did. And you have every right to be mad at me and, I guess, kill me in your head, but don’t sit there and tell me those three months didn’t mean anything to me because you have no idea what they meant to me, so… shut up.”

You said the words and jumped away from them, sliding down the wall, into a ball, crossing your arms tightly over your chest. Eddie was sitting in your peripheral, nothing more than a black-and-brown blur to your eyes. You stole a glance at him once and wished you hadn’t. He was staring at you with a stunned expression, as if his entire world had been turned upside down.

“I’m the one who ruined your night, Eddie,” you confessed in a broken voice, on the verge of tears. “Chrissy would’ve danced with you. She really would have. The only reason she didn’t is because she didn’t wanna hurt my feelings. She knew it would absolutely destroy me to see you dancing with her, so… yeah, I guess I robbed you of your one great memory, and I’m sorry for that, too.”

You tore your eyes away and wiped them dry.

For the longest time, Eddie didn’t say anything, and you started to feel like a nervous Catholic sitting in a confessional. You had just spilled all your dirty sins, and now you were waiting for the priest to tell you to say ten Hail Marys in penance. Except now you were starting to think the priest wasn’t even in the booth, that you had just divulged all your darkest secrets for nothing.

Just as you were about to die of shame, you felt Eddie slump down beside you, his shoulder brushing against yours.

“You liked me?” he said. “This whole time?”

“Yeah…”

Eddie threw his head back and started to laugh—a slow, agonized laugh.

“Goddammit,” he said. “I feel like I got short-changed here.”

That made you shudder and squirm away.

Eddie saw this and reached for you. “Oh no, I… I didn’t mean it like that. I just… I just wish I’d known, y’know? Long before tonight.” His smile was sad and full of regret. It made you want to cry. “You would’ve saved me a lot of heartache. A lot of years spent wondering why nobody seemed to want me. And now I find out you’ve been here this whole time, and you’re awesome and smart and funny and beautiful—I mean, you’re everything I’ve ever wanted—and now you’re leaving. In a couple months, you’re gonna be going to college, and I’m… I don’t know where I’m going, but it’s definitely not where you’re going, and that is just fucking tragic. Yeah, that’s just my luck, isn’t it?”

He laughed again, or tried to anyway. “You learned D&D for me.”

“Yeah…”

“You read Lord of the Rings for me.”

“Yeah… Actually, I’ve read it a couple times. It’s kinda my new favorite book. I’ve also read The Hobbit and half The Silmarillion, but that book is a chore to get through. Like, I’m really struggling with that one.”

“Well, I haven’t even attempted it, so that’s already very impressive to me. I really appreciate your dedication.”

You smiled at him. “Yeah, I tend to go all in…”

Eddie tipped his head at you, holding in a smile of his own. “You came to my shows… more than a couple, I’m assuming.”

“Yeah… and I didn’t go for the wings, either.”

Eddie nodded, a smirk crawling up his face. “Yeah, see… I kinda already figured that ‘cause… they don’t even serve wings at The Hideout.”

“Oh,” you said with a sheepish pout. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure… and, y’know, even if they do, you definitely shouldn’t be eating them ‘cause they’ll probably kill you.”

You put your hand over your mouth and giggled. Eddie watched you with an affectionate eye.

“That was a very convincing lie, though,” he went on. “I mean, you almost had me believing you for a second.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty good at thinking on my feet.”

“Yeah, I noticed. It’s actually one of the things I really like about you… Oh, and I really enjoyed your ‘invisible date’ bit, by the way. Yeah, it was highly entertaining.”

“Thank you,” you said. “I had a lot of fun with it.”

“Yeah, I could tell… You were very committed to the joke. In fact, I’m pretty sure two of those girls still think you were being serious.”

You and Eddie snickered at that for a minute, falling into each other, and as your laughter slowly petered out, a strange silence consumed you both. It made you blush like crazy, and you didn’t know why. Then “Missing You” by John Waite started to play, with its sappy, pining lyrics, and you felt your insides knot up like balloon art. You became very aware of Eddie’s knee pressed against yours. His elbow against yours. His hands nervously wringing together, fingers twisting the snowflake obsidian ring on his right hand…

“Hey,” Eddie said in a low voice, making your heart jump.

You shyly dragged your eyes up to his, found them locked on you with a soft, heavy-lidded stare. “Yeah?”

“Can I, umm… Can I kiss you?”

You sucked in a shaky breath. You could feel your heart thudding madly in your chest. “Do you always ask?”

“Uhhh, no,” Eddie said, and let loose a nervous laugh. “I just, uh… I don’t really know the rules with you. Yeah, I’m kinda worried you might, y’know, slap me in the face or something.”

“Well… try me,” you said, your whole body vibrating with anticipation.

Eddie gave you a look that said, Really? Okay… and then he licked his lips and leaned in, reaching you way faster than you were prepared for. Suddenly, his face was just inches from yours, and getting closer, and you couldn’t remember how lips worked. Were you supposed to pucker them? Stack them? How would you stop your noses from bumping?

And for some reason, you reeled away and blurted out in an anxious whisper, “You know, your nose looks really big up close.”

Eddie pulled back a little, then laughed. You could feel the heat of it on your lips. “There it is,” he said. “I knew there’d be an insult waiting for me.”

And before you could say anything else, Eddie pressed his lips against yours and sealed them shut with a gentle kiss. Just one. As he drew back, his dark brown eyes searched yours with an earnestness that made your heart throb with a painful, sweet ache.

Is this okay? they asked. Are you okay?

And when you didn’t say no, he drew you in by your chin and kissed you again and again, his lips moving against yours with a feverish intensity that made you whimper against him. His hands moved to the lapels of his jacket, gripping them like he was afraid you were going to pull away. As if you would ever pull away. This was the moment you’d been waiting for. All those years spent staring at him from across the lunchroom. Waiting around the school parking lot, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. Sitting behind him. Smiling at him. Laughing at him. Saying, Way to go, Munson! whenever he failed a test. You fell on your face a hundred times. Made a complete ass of yourself. But it was all worth it because here you were, with him, and it was perfect. It was everything you ever wanted, and yet…

There was a bitter taste in your mouth. You put your hand on Eddie’s chest and pushed him away.

“What?” said Eddie. “What’s wrong?”

You kept your eyes lowered, hiding from him. When Eddie finally nudged your chin up, he saw your eyes were wet and sparkling with tears.

“You came here for Chrissy,” you whispered.

Eddie’s brow wrinkled. “What?”

“You came here for Chrissy,” you said louder, forcing out the words. “And now, what, now you’re settling for me?”

Eddie’s face fell. It was like you had just slapped him in the face.

You wrenched yourself out of his arms and staggered to your feet. Let his jacket drop from your shoulders and fall to the floor.

“She’s your dream girl, Eddie. Those are your words. If Chrissy had said yes to you tonight, you wouldn’t even be looking at me right now. I mean, my god, an hour ago I was dead to you, and now… now you’re touching my face and saying, ‘Where have you been all my life?’ Like what the fuck! What am I even supposed to say to that?”

Eddie just sat there, his mouth hanging open in stupefaction.

“What are you doing?” he rasped. “I know you can’t possibly be thinking that right now, not after everything I just…” Eddie closed his mouth and gave his head a slight shake. “Look, you’re just panicking, and I don’t… yeah, I don’t really know why, but umm… Hey, don’t, don’t go… Please, don’t go… Where are you going?”

You felt your back slam against the exit door. You started fumbling around for the handle.

“They’re gonna be announcing the vote soon,” you said. “I need to go watch my best friend be crowned prom queen. I need to go smile and cheer her on because that’s what I do. It’s the only thing I do, so…”

You closed your hand around the handle and pulled, but before going out, you turned back and looked at Eddie one last time, swallowing all the sadness welled in your throat.

“You know, I uhh… I think you’re great, Eddie. I’ve always thought you were great. And this, umm, this was perfect. Yeah, this was more than enough, so… bye, Eddie. I guess I’ll see you around school.”

You took a deep breath and walked out… but you only made it a few steps before you stopped, buried your face in your hands, and started to cry. You cried until your head hurt. Until your eyes were red and swollen. Until your throat was raw and your lips were dry. You cried until you couldn’t cry anymore. And then you sucked it up, dabbed your eyes, and reentered the dance hall with a smile.

A carved, hollow smile.

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Pretty In Pink || Misty Quigley

For the lovely and talented @peach-and-bugs sometimes we all need a story to escape into.

-and guys I haven't written fanfic since like 2019- please be kind lol! I wanted to have this done tonight so I actually wrote this during a 4 hour car ride (Also Blane is the love interest from Pretty in Pink and Molly Ringwald is the actress)

Characters: Misty Quigley (pre-crash) x Reader,

Word count: 2118

Sophomore year of high school you knew two things about Misty Quigley.

She was incredibly misunderstood and

She was in desperate need of a friend.

You knew it would be easy to at least start a friendship with Misty. She was talkative and was happy to get any type of attention. All you had to do was slide into one of the many empty seats at her lunch table and smile. From there it was never-ending conversation and hangouts.

To your surprise- and slight concern- Misty had walls built up pretty damn high and wasn’t easy to gain the trust of. She picked up more social cues than people gave her credit for. She had just been bullied to the point that the idea of you- let alone anyone- actually wanting to be her friend was unbelievable.

When you finally cracked her you could see her personality flip. Her eyes lit up, and smiles filled her whole face not just her lips, even her posture straightened up a bit. Who knew all it would take is saying that you liked The Phantom Of The Opera?

As soon as the walls fell she was an open book. Entrusting you with her deepest, darkest, secrets and in turn listening to yours. She would pick out tiny little things about you and gush about them to anyone who would listen. She even became the equipment manager after you joined the soccer team.

After two years of friendship, you couldn’t imagine life without her. And she seemed to feel the same.

Your friendship with Misty was different. No one outside of the two of you understood. She was just a little… quirky. She would put notes in your locker every day with complaints- sometimes coming off as tiny but stalkerish but you found it endearing. Sometimes if someone was even the tiniest bit rude to you, the next day their locker would randomly have rotten fruit in it. (one time a guy's car had its tires slashed after he called you a bitch).

People harassed her incessantly. You tried to stop it, even getting into a few fights over it but it was never ending and Misty had become a pro at brushing it off.

After all, as long as she had you it didn’t feel like it mattered what others said.

You weren’t sure when your feelings had changed from platonic toward your best friend. You had only realized when, as embarrassing as this is, you had walked in on Van and Tai in the locker room. They didn’t see you- thank god- but it was a push you needed to confront that seeing them felt right the way couples like Jackie and Jeff never had.

That event sent you into a spiral. You thought back to your so-called crushes. All boys from school- none of which you realized you had any urge to even hold a conversation with. You started to analyze movies. Seeing how the love interests interacted, looked at each other.

It started to click. There was only one person you felt that way towards.

A month or two into senior year was when everything came to a crashing halt. You and Misty were having your usual movie night like all other Saturdays. Slightly curled into each other on Misty’s bed. Her hair was pulled half up, p.j. top slowly slipping further down her shoulder. She had put her retainer in before the movie so all of her little quips had a slight lisp to them.

Adorable. She was simply adorable. This was a common thing for you to acknowledge now. What made tonight stand out from all the other movie nights for the past two years was a small conversation between the two of you.

Pretty in Pink played on the screen. It was one of the few VHSs that she owned, you two had probably seen it a good 20 times. You didn’t mind though. It was great background noise for your thoughts. Wandering from the last soccer match, to Misty’s bouncy curls, to the math quiz you should probably study for.

“Hey, do you want to know a secret?” You peered down to meet Misty’s eyes, her neck craning to look up at you from her position slightly further down the bed.

“Always.” You cracked a smile at how giddy she had become.

She pushed herself up to face you, kneeling- waiting for you to mirror her.

When you were sat facing her she took your hands, lifting and dropping them as she spoke. “You have to promise not to tell.”

“Of course.”

“Like never. Not a single soul.”

You took one of your hands from hers and stuck your pinkie in front of her face.

“Swear”

She took your pinky in hers and smiled, momentarily squeezing before wrapping her hand back around yours and setting them in her lap.

“Okay so-“ she whispered, looking around with wide eyes to check that no one was around, “you know when I said that I thought Blane was hot?”

You nodded, a little confused about where this was going.

“That wasn’t true- I just wanted to be him. Molly Ringwald is so pretty! I know it’s like totally wild but I want to kiss her so bad!”

Your brain stopped. Just for a second.

“Oh!” It came out as a yell, much more sudden and loud than you had meant. “I totally get that- yeah like- how could you not want to kiss her?” You could feel your hands becoming more clammy by the second.

“I know right!” Misty giggled and rolled her eyes happily as she turned to face the screen again.

With her gaze locked onto the TV, you took a deep breath- you felt like you needed to run away. Escape back into the safety of not having to confront your feelings. But you knew you had to stay. Firstly- did wanting to kiss a girl even mean that you’re gay? Or did girls do that to friends and people they admire? And if Misty had just come out to you- If you left now she’d probably think that you were disgusted by her.

So you stayed. Trying to act as normal as possible. Pretending to be asleep to avoid late-night conversations that normally lead to loose lips.

Come practice on Monday, the sleepover was still on your mind. Misty picked up on your funk. She always did. You brushed it off that you were up late the night before. It wasn’t a total lie. You spent half of the night replaying every moment in Misty and your relationship, trying to find any hints.

You earned a few glares from Tai and Jackie. You didn’t blame them. You were off your game.

At the end of the day, Misty was heading towards you at the team bench but Coach Martinez called her over to help with clean up before she could reach you.

You let out a sigh of relief, wanting to avoid any more awkwardness for the day.

“Woah, trouble in paradise?” You jumped a bit. You hadn’t realized Van was still on the bench behind you.

“Huh?” You asked stupidly.

“I just thought you and Misty were close. Are you good?”

Van was nothing if not perceptive. No one on the team understood- or even seemed to like Misty. Most of them refused to interact with you outside of practice too. Acting as if you’d pass on her “crazy” to them.

Van was never like that though. She seemed to have her own run-ins with bullying. She would sometimes make small comments and jokes but would still be kind to both of you.

You looked at her. Trying to gauge if she actually wanted to know if you were good. Her look wavered, becoming more serious. “Dude, are you okay?” She tried again.

You sat down next to her. Your eyes refused to meet hers as you looked out across the field towards the school.

It was just the two of you.

“Can I ask you something personal?” You knew that Van would say yes. It didn’t matter that the two of you weren’t close. She was always there for anyone on the team.

“Sure- I reserve the right to plead the fifth though.” Always one to try and keep it light.

“How did you figure out that you and Tai were gay?”

Van sucked in a breath next to you. “I uh- Tai isn’t-“

You finally turned to her. “I saw you guys. In the locker room.” The redheads face went pale. She seemed to brace for impact. “I won’t tell anyone. I just am confused. I don’t know who else to talk to.”

Van didn’t relax.

“Please”, the variability in your voice surprising even you.

She nodded and it was her turn to break the eye contact. “I don’t really know. To be honest I thought Tai was straight. Right up until the moment she kissed me. Fuck even after that I thought she was just a curious straight girl who pegged me for a dyke.” She let out a dry chuckle and winced towards the ground. “Do you think you’re gay? Or…”

You nodded. “Yeah, I figured that out a few months ago.”

Silence lingered between the two of you. Van kicked her feet, ripping up bits of dirt and grass with her cleats.

She spoke up gently, “Do you think Misty is gay?”

You dropped your head into your hands. “I don’t know. I think so.”

“Look- fuck- I don’t know Misty and I don’t really understand her but I do see a lot as a goalie. And Misty is obsessed with you. She looks at you like you hung the fucking moon.”

You chuckled, “Yeah- I know. But she’s always been like that. I think she’d treat anyone who was her friend that way.”

“Or she’s just always been into you.”

“Oh.” You furrowed your eyebrows, “I guess I didn’t think about that.”

Van barked out a laugh. The heaviness of the conversation gone. “Has she ever hinted at being into girls?”

“Well…” she looked at you expectingly, you debated on keeping Misty’s secret but decided that after Van had opened up and trusted you about her and Tai it's only fair you return the favor “On Saturday she told me that she was into Molly Ringwald.”

“Dude that’s totally dyke behavior!” She slaps your arm.

The two of you walked back to the locker room together. Misty was waiting for you, as she always did. As soon as her eyes landed on Van you could see the anger- jealousy?- immediately.

“Woah, Misty, I’m not trying to steal your lady- cool it” Van held her hands up in surrender and turned to wink at you so Misty couldn’t see.

Misty huffed and tapped her foot as Van quickly grabbed her stuff and saluted to you as she pushed open the locker room door.

When the door banged shut after her Misty pinned you to your spot with a worried look.

She opened her mouth and you saw her lip quiver. So naturally you blurted out, “I’m gay!”

Her mouth snapped shut and she looked at you confused. “Okay?”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “that’s it?”

“Well yeah- I mean I already knew that?”

“What?”

“We’ve been together for like a few months.” You looked at her like she grew a second head, “Misty what the actual fuck are you talking about?”

“Do you not remember?” She let out a exacerbated sigh and laughed lightly, “This makes so much sense! I was wondering why you got so freaked out about the Molly Ringwald thing. I thought you were jelous and mad at me!” She laughed again and moved to take one of your hands in hers as you stood in shock. “When we were on the bus back from the game at West Side, and I told you that I loved you and you said I love you too. I meant like love love.”

You took your free hand and face plamed. “Oh my god. You’re joking.”

She laughed gleefully, “No! I was getting worried you were losing interest or someone else had got your attention.”

“I don’t think that’s even possible.”

Her eyes were sprakingly under the bright fluoresces of the locker room. “Does that mean that I can kiss you? Because believe me I’ve been holding back.” She squeezed your hand excitingly and shifted more into your space.

“Yeah- that sounds cool.” You were still smiling when she lunged towards you, bumping you back into the lockers with the force. You laughed into the kiss and she let out a tiny squeal of glee.

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