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Edit of Eddie: pitifulbaby

Chapters: Masterlist (Go here to see list of chapters, plotline and general warnings.)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, Non-Traditional Omegaverse, Slow burn, Modern!AU, Mechanic!Eddie

⚠️18+: angst, so much angst, grieving, talk about loss, softness, fluff, lots of feelings, smut implications at the end, thanks

wc: 11.6k

A/N: Welp, WELP, after so long, one of my main visions is finally written. Thank you @andvys for proofreading and correcting my grammar mistakessss. Sorry, I lied last chapter, next one is when the omegaverse omegaverses a bit... or did i lie?

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CHAPTER 25

You were restless.

Your nails were between your lips as you paced your apartment, waiting for Eddie to message you back. You found out about the news through Steve, who messaged the entire group. Your heart plummeted to the depths of your stomach, and you didn’t know how to process the news. Tears ran down your cheeks before you could stop them, and the sadness shook all over your body.

You messaged Eddie then, but you didn’t get any response. You waited and waited, and only a day later, he answered in the morning.

‘I’m having the funeral now.’

Words could not be enough to express how you felt. He was there in Hawkins, alone, and you wanted to get into your car and drive those three hours to get to where he was so he wouldn’t be by himself. But you had to think clearly, not drastically. You told him to message you whenever he needed, and that he could call you at any time.

He didn’t.

You pushed your negative feelings towards Steve aside, bothering him every day to tell you if he knew anything about Eddie, or when he was going to return, but Steve was as clueless as you were.

It had been a week since Wayne’s birthday, two since his funeral. You knew by now that Eddie liked to deal with these kinds of things alone, but you didn’t think he would leave Steve aside. Robin told you how distraught Steve was. He deeply cared for Wayne, too, and he was wrecked that he wasn’t attending his funeral. You felt sad for Steve because Wayne must have been like an uncle to him, a second family.

But Steve told you that he couldn’t be mad at Eddie for it. It wasn’t something easy, much less after everything they both went through together. He could visit Wayne’s grave later, and he was glad that the last memory he had of the old man was a red tint on his cheeks from the whiskey and a smile on his face.

You should feel the same, but the worry for Eddie only kept growing the more you didn’t know about his whereabouts. Now, you were debating calling off from work in the next three days, needing to go find Eddie for yourself, at least ask him if he is okay, and leave. You didn’t need anything else. You just needed to know that Eddie was fine.

The week had been excruciating for you because you couldn’t focus on work. How could you? The man you have feelings for is not answering any of your texts, and he just lost his last family member. How could you be relaxed in a situation like that? Now Saturday, you hadn’t stopped thinking about Eddie a single second. Your stomach was in knots, screaming at you to do something, anything to make the nerves calm down.

But what could you possibly do?

Your phone started beeping, and you quickly took it out of your pocket to see Robin calling you. You gasped, answering in a hurried manner.

“Robs? Any news?” “We are coming to pick you up! Eddie is at home! We just passed by his house, and his car is there!” You sighed with relief, and you quickly rushed to grab your purse, your phone, and keys, not caring about anything else. Nothing else really mattered. You needed to make sure he was alive, and he was fine, and that he didn’t need anything else, at least for now.

“Okay! I’m heading down!” You hung up, feeling your heart thumping at your chest with desperation, and you rushed out of your house. You couldn’t even think straight or rationally; you just wanted to see Eddie. You had to see Eddie. There was this pull at your chest that was making you feel hopeless by not knowing where he was. You felt numb and empty after a week of complete radio silence.

It was an understandable situation, but he could at least tell you all that he was fine. He could tell you all when he was going to return or when he did, like now. You had passed by his house many times, and the day you didn’t, he returned. For fucks sake.

You were out of your building, looking towards the street, your feet bouncing in place as you bit your bottom lip. The anxiety was overwhelming you, because if Eddie hadn’t talked to any of you about his comeback, it was because he definitely wanted to be alone. You wished you could let him have his privacy, but you were worried. Too worried, and Steve was too.

You saw the BMW pulling up, rather quickly, and it stopped right in front of you with a slight screech. Robin moved her hands for you to get in, and you rushed into the backseat of the car. You felt your heart in your throat as you clung onto Robin’s headrest.

Steve turned his head to look at you once before he started to drive. You had bags under your eyes, you looked spent, as if something had been sucked out of your body and left you limp.

Your breathing was heavy as Steve drove, and you could hear Robin asking you if you were fine, but you kept shaking your head. You weren’t. You weren’t going to be until you knew what was going on with Eddie. The depths of your feelings were more than what you had thought, but it was not time to think about those right now. No.

You arrived at Eddie’s in record time, and Steve pulled the brake quickly, before unbuckling himself and getting out. You followed at the same speed, Robin right behind you two. You three rushed up the stairs, and you saw Steve deliberating whether to knock on the door or use the spare key in his hand.

He decided to knock a few times, desperately. You were waiting expectantly outside, gulping as you three stood in front of the door.

“EDDIE! It’s us! We– We saw your car, we just want to make sure you’re okay!” Steve tried, and he waited for a bit, licking his lips as nervousness rushed all over his body. He cursed under his breath, looking at the key in his hand and–

The door clicked, and you held your breath in. Slowly, it opened, and Eddie stood on the other side. He looked… He looked void. Empty. A vessel made out of a human corpse. You frowned at the sight, not being able to hold back on your worry, on how your heart tugged in desperation of wanting to pull him into your arms.

Steve gulped as he stared at his friend, who had yet to look up at him. Robin grabbed your hand from behind Steve, silently telling you that she was here with you, and you couldn’t be more grateful because you felt as if your knees were about to break on you.

“Eddie–” Steve talked, and Eddie had his hair down, wearing a white buttoned-up long-sleeved formal shirt and black dress pants. He never changed out of the funeral clothes. The mourning ones. It’s been two days. Your jaw clenched as you tried to look for his eyes, but he wasn’t looking at any of you.

“I’m alive.” He slowly stepped back, turning around to give his back to the three of you. You wanted to rush forward and hug him, but you knew that Eddie was vulnerable, very susceptible. You didn’t want to overstep the boundaries he probably had right now but– but fuck.

Steve was the first to slowly step in, and his heart clenched when he saw boxes inside Eddie’s home, one in particular with the word ‘Mugs’ on it. He knew that was Wayne’s collection, and Eddie had also done the moving of his stuff by himself. He wanted to curse at his best friend, but it wasn’t the time. It wasn’t the right moment.

You followed Steve, looking around with tears filling your eyes. You couldn’t help it. How could you when you knew the man you care for deeply might be suffering in silence? Your eyes fell back on Eddie’s back, seeing his hair cascading all over the white shirt. Steve licked his lips as he measured his words.

“We wanted… We wanted to make sure you were okay– We are here if you need us. You need to know that we are here.” He tried, trying to make Eddie budge, yet the man didn’t turn around. You felt your heart clench in pain as you looked at Steve, begging him to keep trying. Steve winced, gulping before he continued. “Eddie, please–”

“I want to do this alone. I will be fine in a few days. You guys don’t need to worry about me.” His voice was cold, emotionless. Your bottom lip trembled as you softly called out to him.

“Eddie…” You saw his body tensing slightly at your voice. You took a step forward, not caring for the boundaries anymore, but a hand over your chest stopped you. Steve was looking at you in pain, and you knew that he actually didn’t want to stop you, but he knew Eddie better than you did in this stuff. He knew how to handle Eddie when he became like this.

Your foot slowly retreated, painfully so. You didn’t want to go. You wanted to run and hug him and take care of him. You wanted to hold him tight and comfort him. But you couldn’t do it if he didn’t open up to you, and you couldn’t make him do so. Steve also looked pained, but Robin put a hand on his shoulder for support, giving him a small comforting smile.

The brown haired man sighed, shaking his head a bit with a sigh. He admitted defeat as he looked down at the floor.

“At least try to message us back. Let us know you are alright. We are here if you need anything at all, Eddie.” With that, Steve turned around and looked at you with a frown. His words were not there, but it was enough for you to understand. ‘We can’t do more than this.’

It pained you. Your eyes filled with silent tears as you looked at Eddie, who didn’t turn around for a single second. You gulped and nodded, turning back around to finally leave with Steve and Robin. You felt defeated as you three walked to the door, and you should be happy with knowing he was here, alive, and breathing, but it wasn’t enough. You weren’t satisfied, you weren't relieved. You knew Steve felt the exact same, but the three of you couldn’t break the wall Eddie had built so easily.

You were about to cross the front door, right after Robin, only to be stopped by a sudden pull.

Your eyes widened when you felt a rough hand grab onto your left one, tightly. You slowly turned around to see Eddie, getting closer to you as he pulled you towards him, his other hand joining his hold on you, as if to make sure you weren't going to slip away. Steve and Robin turned around, stunned, eyes wide as they looked at the interaction.

“Peach…” It was silent, rough, and his eyebrows were meeting in the middle. Your heartstrings tightened at the sight, and Eddie’s body flushed against your side, like a puppy looking for comfort.

You turned to look at Steve and Robin, and Steve’s eyes went back and forth between you and Eddie. You didn’t know what was going on through his mind, but Eddie was showing that he wanted you to stay. Only you.

“I’m… I’m staying here with him. I’ll keep you guys updated, okay?” You said softly, the hands around your left one tightening, silently begging you to hurry and come inside. Steve’s eyes drifted towards Eddie, who was looking at the top of your head, magnetized to you, in need of you. Steve’s jaw clenched, his words soft as he spoke to you.

“Okay. Take care of him, alright?”

You were surprised by his words, not really expecting him to give you such a big green light after how he had been with you the past weeks. Robin smiled at you, giving you a nod.

“Tell me if you need anything from your apartment.” You gave her a nod, and she waved at you, walking down the stairs with Steve right behind her. The man turned around one last time at the bottom of the stairs, seeing you urging Eddie inside with soft words. The door closed, and Steve took a deep breath before going back to the car.

Inside the house, your instincts kicked in, your right hand grabbing onto his forearm to try to make him look at you. His eyes found yours, and you saw the ticking bomb that resided in them. You had to act fast. You needed to make it comfortable for him so he could rest, or better yet, let it all out.

“Eds, let’s go to your room, get you out of those clothes, and get into bed, okay?” You softly spoke, which Eddie nodded slowly. He never let go of your hand as you guided him upstairs. Once you two reached his room, you made him sit on the bed, kissing his hands so he could let go of yours. He reluctantly did so, and you moved towards the dresser to get some sweatpants out for him to wear.

You walked towards him and started unbuttoning his shirt, then his cuffs, so you could pull it off his body. Fuck, was he thinner? Has he eaten in the past week? Worry ran over your body, but you kept it down with a gulp as you helped him remove his shoes and pants. It was not the time for any questions. As he put on the sweatpants, you took the opportunity to get yourself comfortable. You took off your own pants and shirt, and Eddie was not even looking at you as you did. You put on a shirt of his and grabbed his hands to guide him to the side of the bed, opening the blanket for him.

“Come on…” He moved at your command, slowly, but he got into the bed as his eyes searched for you. You pulled the blanket over him and rushed around the bed to get in on the other side.

Your heart was aching, and your instincts, your feelings, were talking for you. You moved a bit further up into the pillow, opening your arm as you reached for him with the other, “Come here…”

He slowly moved closer to you, and he almost looked as if he were in a state of shock. You realized that maybe he was. He definitely was. His head came in contact with your chest, and your arms wrapped around him, tightly. You wanted to sob, finally having him back in your arms, and you wished he wasn’t feeling like this. You wished that the circumstances were different because you didn’t want him to be in pain. You didn’t want him to hurt.

“Wayne.” He said as your hand ran over his hair, starting to gently rub as your chin pressed at the top of his head. Tears filled your eyes as you gave him a short nod.

“Yeah… Let it out, Eddie��”

And his body started shaking, his arms wrapping around you like a vice, holding onto you for dear life. You clenched your eyes as you heard his first sob. Then another. Then loud cries of pain, of anguish, of loss. His nails were digging into your back, but you didn’t even feel them. You couldn’t care less. He needed this. He needed you.

You have never thought you would hear him cry like this. Mouth open as he let out his sobs, his wails, his whimpers. You felt the front of your shirt dampen more and more each second that passed, and all you could do was hold him. You rocked him gently, trying to soothe him, but you never shushed him. You never tried to calm him down when all he needed was to cry.

Your throat was closed up as you tried to hold your own sobs in, but your tears fell freely. He cried and cried for what seemed like hours. Sob, through sob, and when you thought he had fallen asleep or calmed down, they started back up again. You held him through it, and your movements never stopped. Your hand running over his hair, the slight rocking of your body, your legs tangling with his, so he would feel your warmth all over his body.

You never once separated yourself from him.

Only when he fell asleep, you managed to slip away so you could wash your face and relieve yourself in the toilet. You took deep breaths as you looked at your reflection in the mirror, weighing your options. You couldn’t leave Eddie alone. Your body could not physically do it, even if your mind told you that you had to at some point.

You had to make sure he ate, you had to make sure that he took care of himself, and you had to help him with everything he brought back from Hawkins. It wasn’t going to be easy, mentally, physically, and emotionally, and you knew that he would need support. You brushed your teeth before heading back into the bedroom, seeing Eddie clutching onto the blanket, his entire body in a ball position, all turned into itself.

Your heart ached, and you walked towards your phone to text Robin. You messaged her that everything was alright, but Eddie needed support. You told her to bring you some clothes for the day and for work, and necessities the next day, so you could stay at Eddie’s for as much as he needed.

You went back into the bed, trying not to wake him up, but as soon as you got in, his body sought yours. His arms wrapped tightly around you, pulling you into his chest, and you sighed with delight, knowing that he was alright and in your arms. Your eyes closed instantly, and you let the darkness take you away, falling asleep to Eddie’s soft breaths.

The next day, you awoke first at 9 AM, untangling yourself from him so you could put on a pair of his shorts before heading downstairs. You looked around, seeing all the boxes, the suitcases, and you knew this was going to be a journey. This was going to be something tough, and you wondered if you could even do this by yourself.

You decided to cook something and try to make Eddie eat before even tackling any conversation. You prepared some scrambled eggs, toast, coffee, and juice, taking your time to do so. You left your plate and your coffee on the kitchen’s island counter, and you bit your lip as you put all of that on a tray, praying to whatever god was up there not to let you fall down the stairs.

The tray clanked a bit as you walked slowly up the stairs, focusing on not letting anything drop or fall. You sighed with relief once you got to the top, moving towards the bedroom to see Eddie sitting up on his bed. His hair was disheveled from sleep. You two went to sleep rather early, and now it was 10:30 AM.

“Hey, I made you some breakfast…” You softly spoke as you walked towards the bed, sat down next to him, and placed the tray of food on the bed. He looked at it, his eyes bloodshot and puffy, the scruff on his chin longer and unkept. His voice was rough and raspy, and you saw him gulp at the sight of food.

“Not really hungry, Peach…”

“You gotta eat.” Eddie shot a glare your way, but you kept your stance, pointing at the food. “I made this for you.”

“So because you made it for me, I gotta eat it?”

“Yes.”

He fell silent for a second, but then he moved, placing the tray on his lap. He frowned for a second and then looked back up at you.

“Where’s yours?” He asked, and you pointed down.

“Downstairs, didn’t fit in the tray–” He crossed his arms over his chest and laid back on the headboard of his bed. Your mouth fell open, and you rolled your eyes at him. “Seriously? You aren’t going to eat?”

“If you bring your breakfast up here and eat with me, yes.” You couldn’t help but feel a little tug on your lips going upwards, finding this rather endearing than childish.

“God, such a kid.” You got up from the bed and went back downstairs to get another tray and do another silent prayer before returning to the bedroom. Once you returned, he was still in the same position as before.

“So slow.” You shot a glare his way as you walked to the bed, sitting down next to him with the tray on your lap.

“Do you know how much balancing I have to do walking up the stairs with this?” He gave a chuckle. Just one. It was enough to make your hopes rise again, a small weight being lifted off your shoulders. It was a small win, but a win nonetheless.

“Skill issue.” Was his short answer, and you saw how he started eating his food. He started slow, only to then start devouring it all. You held in a sigh of relief when you saw him finally ingesting something in his system, not really knowing when was the last time he did so.

You ate in silence, inspecting his movements, inspecting the way he ate. You drank your coffee, and once it was all finished, you turned to look at Eddie, who was rubbing his eyes. Your heart clenched as you pushed the trays aside, getting up from the bed, rounding it to get to Eddie. Your hands reached for his, thumbs rubbing against the top of his palms.

“Come on, you want a bath or a shower?” He didn’t answer, so you gave him a small tug, making him groan.

“I don’t want to shower.”

“Well, you’re stinky. So a bath it is.” You let go of his hands to go to the bathroom to get the bath ready. You made it not too hot like you would have liked it, knowing Eddie takes colder showers. You waited for the bath to fill up, hearing Eddie’s steps coming towards the bathroom. You turned to look at him, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit broken by looking at him in this state. You wanted to fix it, to make it better, and you were hoping that you were.

You stood up as the sound of the water splashing in the tub filled the room, the bit of steam making it warm up. The shampoo and conditioner were all there for him to use, but he didn’t make a move to take his pants off. You tilted your head, knowing he wanted to say something, but he wasn’t doing so. But you knew what he needed.

Your hands came to rip the shirt off your body, as well as taking your pants off. His eyes moved to find yours, and he shook his head slowly, grabbing your hand to stop you from taking your underwear off as well.

“It’s cold for you.”

“I’m a big girl. I can handle a bit of cold.” You were happy he remembered how you liked the temperature of your water, but for him, you would dip yourself in the Arctic Ocean. He needed you right now. You weren’t going to let temperatures or commodities get in between you and him.

You two got in the bath together, and you made sure not to wet your hair, not wanting to wash it just yet, but you helped Eddie wash his. As you rubbed the shampoo into his hair, you could hear sniffles coming from him, and you let him cry. You heard him take deep breaths as if to try to calm himself down a couple of times, but the sniffles came back. When you faced him to wash his face, tears were streaming down his cheeks, breaking your heart. He looked at you almost helplessly, and you just wanted to wrap your arms around him and never let go. Not even for a second.

But the water turned colder and colder, and you had to. You got out first, wrapping a towel around your body. He got out and wrapped one as well around his waist, before grabbing another one for his hair. You snatched it from his hands, making him raise an eyebrow your way.

You didn’t say a word as you walked out of the bathroom and then into the bedroom. You sat down on the edge of the bed, and you nodded towards the floor. Eddie immediately understood and sat down at your feet. You dried his hair with the towel, rubbing your hands all over and shaking it, making a few chuckles escape him as well as some winces.

The day went on, and you prepared lunch for the two of you. Some quick pasta, but you told Eddie that you two had to eat something healthy at night, so you would have to go out and get groceries.

“Please, don’t…” He winced at his own words, at his own plea. He didn’t want you to leave, but maybe he felt selfish by requesting this from you. You bit your lip and nodded, grabbing his hand over the counter.

“Okay, Robin is coming over just to bring me some clothes and things. I’ll tell her to go to the market to get me some food. I’m staying here until you kick me out, Munson.” You tried saying in a lighthearted manner, but his grip on your hand tightened, and then, his lips found your temple. Your heart burst into flames in your chest, and you hummed in appreciation.

“Thank you…”

When Robin came by a few hours later, she tried asking a few things, but mostly if there was anything else she could do, as well as Steve. The others have been wanting to reach out to Eddie as well, but it seemed as if everyone knew that all he needed was time. You thanked Robin, closing the door and walking to the couch with her bag of clothes.

He had a photo album on his lap as ‘The Office’ played in the background. He looked up at you when he heard the zip of the bag, and you scrunched up your nose at the clothes your best friend picked up for you.

“God damnit, Robin.” He tilted his head, trying to look over to see what the problem was.

“What is it?”

“Let’s say that she grabbed the first things she saw out of my work clothes drawer and stashed them inside this bag.” You sighed, shaking your head. “I will have to get some clothes before going to work tomorrow–”

And you heard his breath hitch. Your eyes found his, and he looked lost, desperate, as if he wanted to say something. Your heart clenched tightly in your chest, the pit of your stomach just becoming hollow. You sighed, getting your phone out of your back pocket, texting your boss. Eddie snapped out of his shock, so it seemed, and he stuttered as he spoke to you.

“What are you doing?”

“Just a sec.” You asked as you waited for your boss to answer to you. Eddie was really your demise, wasn’t he? Your phone dinged, and you nodded, sitting down next to him. “Okay, I’m not going to work this week.”

His eyes widened, shaking his head at you.

“You have the training, your boss is going on leave soon–”

“And I am an impeccable worker who has no job left undone. I told her I needed to take care of a personal matter that might take a while, regarding a loss.” You brushed a stray hair that fell on the side of his face, putting it behind his ear. “It’s fine.”

You gave him an encouraging smile, and he was just looking at you as if you weren’t even there. As if you were a figment of his imagination. You opened your mouth to talk again, but both his hands came up to cradle your cheeks, and then his lips came to rest on top of yours, tenderly and very softly.

Your body got goosebumps all over, electricity running through your entire spine that made everything feel more intense than before. It was the first kiss he gave you after he came back from Hawkins, the first kiss after his Uncle’s birthday party. The world was silent around you two, and when he pulled away, his lips still hovering over yours, you knew you couldn’t be free of Eddie. Not anymore.

“Thank you… Thank you so much, Peach…”

Three days passed, and Eddie started to slowly come back to himself.

You helped him clean the house, fix the schedule for his shop, and even went to get groceries with him. You wondered what Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle thought of you staying in his house, or maybe they didn’t even know you were there.

Steve had been messaging you all this time, asking you to keep him updated on Eddie’s health and how he was acting. It broke your heart knowing Steve wanted to be there for his best friend as well, but Eddie was making no moves on inviting more people over or getting out of the house to do so.

But you were completely thrown back when he stood next to you as he dried the glasses you finished cleaning in the sink.

“I’ll invite Steve over today. I want him to help me sort out… the boxes.” You were almost wide-eyed in surprise when you heard that. The boxes were the one thing you dreaded the most, knowing how hard that would be for Eddie, but now, your chest filled with warmth, knowing he wanted to do it with his best friend.

You nodded in agreement, kissing his bicep as he let out a sigh of what seemed like relief. You turned off the water, drying your hands on a kitchen cloth.

“You want me out for that?” You asked, and his head whipped quickly your way, a frown forming in his eyebrows. He looked almost comical, but you held the giggle back.

“No. You are not allowed to leave.” You scoffed, shaking your head at him.

“I should call the police, I’m being held hostage.” You joked, and he dropped the cloth with a slam on the counter, and his arms came to wrap tightly around your waist, making you giggle in surprise as he raised you, lifting you in the air, smiling up at you. Your feet kicked as he walked towards the living room. “Okay, put me down!”

“Nope, I want you to fully give your vocal consent, you're staying out of your own free will.” You giggled as his arms were still tightly wrapped around you, and you saw his smile as you tried to wiggle yourself free from his grasp.

“Fine, fine! I’m staying out of my own free will! I’m not being held hostage!” He gave a huff of approval before putting you down on the ground again. You were pouting at him, and he shook his head, leaning down to kiss you softly.

“Don’t pout at me.” His phone gave a small ding, and he pulled it out, not hiding the screen from you, which only made you feel proud. You saw it was Steve, responding to Eddie’s text. “He is free today.”

You gave him a nod, and you saw how he hesitated on typing the message out. His thumb was over the letters, and your hands squeezed his waist in encouragement. You heard him take a sharp intake of breath before his thumb started moving. ‘Will you come over to help me out with Wayne’s boxes?’

You knew that simple text was a lot for Eddie. You could hear his breathing becoming shaky, and you waited right there with him for Steve’s response. His eyes were not moving away from his phone screen, while yours were not moving away from him. Once Steve agreed to come over, you saw Eddie sigh in relief, putting his phone back into his pocket.

“So, he’s coming?” Eddie looked at you, a small smirk appearing on his lips as he opened his mouth, but you quickly covered it with your hand, glaring at him. “Can you not make it dirty?”

“I ws–fnna–say, he isff.” He mumbled into your palm, and you nodded, taking it away from him. “But who knows, maybe he was busy before and that’s why he took some time to answer–”

You left his side, turning instantly, acting as if you were fed up with his commentary, but deep down, you were grateful his comedic side was coming back up. He was slowly returning to himself, but you were still taking care of his actions. He sometimes zoned out or took a while in the shower, more than he was accustomed to. But the jokes started back up this morning, when he woke up and told you that you farted in your sleep.

He said it with a laugh, so you don’t really know if it was the truth or not, and even in your embarrassment, you were happy to see that cheeky smile on him again.

Now, another kind of situation was coming up, which was the fact that Eddie did not want you to leave despite Steve coming over. You weren’t sure how that conversation was going to turn out, but you still hoped that Steve being here would help Eddie as well. Your thoughts were cut off when two strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you close to a chest, tightly.

“I said you were not allowed to leave.” He said, mimicking a growl. You giggled, shaking your head, rolling your eyes at his attitude.

“Definitely held hostage.”

“Fine, guilty as fucking charged, Peach.” And then he bit your neck, gently, but it was enough to send a shiver all over your body, goosebumps rising on your skin, hair standing on your arms. Your belly flipped over, and you couldn’t help but feel so blissful despite the situation.

“What are you? A vampire?”

“Vleh, vleh, vleh.” You snorted before starting to laugh hysterically. He loved Hotel Transylvania from the moment you two watched it together by chance. You just selected something random while having breakfast together one time, and he got hooked. He laughed, and he told you to never tell anyone that he liked a cartoon movie that much.

A little secret, one of the many, that you two shared together.

An hour later, the doorbell rang. Your heart got out of your throat a bit as you knew this was going to be awkward for the two of them. You wondered if you really should be here or not. Eddie asked you not to, but you couldn’t help but believe that you weren’t supposed to. You were preparing some snacks, knowing that fixing up and arranging what’s inside the boxes would take a while. Doing these kinds of things always took someone down memory lane.

Eddie walked down the stairs, drying his wet curls with a small towel, grunting on each step. You frowned, turning your head, raising an eyebrow at him.

“What’s with the grunting?”

“He has a spare key! Why do I have to open the door?” You shook your head and turned your head to keep cutting the carrots as Eddie opened the door, revealing Steve Harrington on the other side, looking like always, but you knew he wasn’t in an extremely cheery mood.

“I heard you, Munson. Don't know if you remember, but last time I barged in, I caught you and someone else in a little predicament.” Steve rolled his eyes, and you winced in shame. You could see how he stood there for a second, his hand moving on his side, as if he were in pain. Your heart ached, knowing Steve probably wanted to hug Eddie, to give and seek comfort. Eddie stepped out of the way, walking back inside to let Steve in.

Your eyes locked with his as he finally spotted you in the kitchen. You noticed the tension, not knowing how to act with one another. You weren’t Eddie’s girlfriend, and Steve didn’t seem to enjoy the idea of that when he found out about you two together, to the point of making Eddie doubt continuing this friends-with-benefits situation.

He walked over to you and patted you on the shoulder, surprising you slightly.

“You alright?” He called your name, and you nodded a bit, handing him a carrot, which he took before dipping it into the cream cheese and taking a bite.

“Yeah, you?” You noticed how he didn’t respond to you for a few seconds, as if debating his answer. He then gave you a slow nod as his eyes followed Eddie heading to the boxes. He looked at you and then gave a little jerk of his head in Eddie’s direction. He was asking you about his best friend. You gave a thumbs up, followed by a small shrug. He was okay, but that can be very volatile.

Steve nodded and walked towards his best friend, looking down at the first box. You stood in the kitchen, looking over at them as they talked, starting to pull stuff out of it. It was Wayne’s cutlery, which wasn’t much, and not really that fancy, but they were used with love and care. Steve grabbed onto the penguin wine jar, lifting it up.

“I will never understand this purchase.” Eddie scrunched up his nose, looking at it as Steve showed it off.

“Me neither… But man, did we use it.” You heard Eddie say, and Steve smiled a bit, putting it on the coffee table. You took a bite out of a chip, and the crunch made Eddie snap his head your way. He made a grabby hand at you, and you rolled your eyes, grabbing the bowl and walking towards them.

He grabbed a handful and shoved the chips in his mouth, and you smacked him over the head. Steve snorted at the action, turning his head to hide his laughter at Eddie’s shocked face, slowly turning to look at you.

“Gentle, jesus fucking christ.” You shook your head, putting the bowl on the coffee table as well, so they could keep munching. You looked down into the box, spotting something shiny. You reached down, getting hold of it, pulling it out, and– Eddie and Steve started cracking up while you scrunched your nose at it.

In your hand was a paper weight in the form of a tit. Nipple and all. You turned to Eddie and you showed it to him, making him cover his eyes as he laughed, as if remembering stuff when seeing it after so long.

“I can’t believe he held onto that shit.” Eddie coughed out, and Steve shook his head, wiping a tear that threatened to fall down.

“I can’t believe it either.” You were still looking at the fake breast in your hand, which was also quite heavy. Eddie calmed down, the smile still on his lips. He gently got hold of it and inspected it as he turned it over a few times.

“I gifted this to him with my first pay. I thought it was just going to be left as a joke… but he kept it.” Your frown fell immediately as he looked at the object in his hand. Steve also stopped laughing, yet his smile didn’t leave his lips. He returned to pulling things out of the box, and you opted to sit down on the couch, letting the men do it, feeling like you were inserting yourself in a moment that belonged to them only.

Items and some little pieces of furniture started coming out of the boxes, one by one, each with a small story from Eddie’s part, and sometimes, Steve would join in. Some of them didn’t have anything to tell, but others were kept in their hands for minutes as they laughed and talked, inspecting the item over and over again.

You then saw the most dreaded box being opened. The ‘Mugs’ one. For some reason, you felt like this was the one box you shouldn’t be present for. You slowly got up, and you were unnoticed as you walked up the stairs slowly, leaving the two men alone. You sat at the very top, listening to the stories Eddie told with each cup he pulled out, finding new information and new memories you didn’t know about.

Steve laughed at a few, telling Eddie how they always looked silly to him, and Eddie couldn’t agree more with him. But then, there was silence. You blinked a few times, not hearing anything at all, until finally– sniffles. Harsh breaths.

You hunched down a bit, trying not to make a sound to peek from the top of the stairs, and there you saw Steve, holding Eddie tightly against him. You pressed your hand to your chest as your eyes filled with tears. Eddie held onto Steve, his face buried in his shoulder as he cried. Steve wasn’t far behind, hearing a few of his small sobs and sniffles.

“I miss him.” Eddie confessed, as if no one really knew that. Steve nodded, and his arms tightened around his best friend.

“Yeah, I know. I know, Eddie. Me too.” Steve’s voice was broken, and you felt your own tears sliding down your cheeks as you listened to them from afar.

“I should have let you come to the funeral, I shouldn’t have–”

“You couldn’t. It’s okay, I know. You were in shock, it’s alright.” You took a deep breath in, deciding to leave them alone. You walked towards the bathroom to wash your face. You took deep breaths in as you held onto the sink, trying to center yourself. You were happy Eddie could be with his best friend, that he finally let himself be vulnerable in front of someone else. He probably needed Steve, he just didn’t realize how much.

You waited for a few more minutes, deciding to go to the bedroom to change the sheets for new ones. Then you scrolled on your phone for a while, texting Robin about Steve being there at Eddie’s. She replied she knew. She asked if there was any news or if you had talked with Eddie, but it was not the time. You weren’t going to bombard him with the ‘What are we?’ question. He needed you, and that was it, whatever that meant.

You heard a loud thump downstairs, making you sit straight up on the bed, followed by Steve’s insane laughter. You got up from the bed, rushing down the stairs only to see Eddie face down on the floor, his legs over a box he tripped over. You immediately cracked up at the sight, and you heard a grunt of pain coming from him, his hands slowly moving to press against the floor to pull himself up and glare at the both of you.

“You assholes, can’t you help me instead of laughing at me?” Steve crossed his arms over his chest and looked at you. His eyes were red from crying, but you weren’t going to point it out, nor Eddie’s red nose, be it from the fall or the crying. You smiled cheekily at Steve, shaking your head, both of you speaking at the same time.

“Nah.”

“Wow, I thought you were going to at least be better than him, Peach.” He groaned as he got up, wincing as he rubbed his right elbow. You giggled as you walked towards him, getting hold of the elbow yourself as he pouted.

“Aw, did you do a boo boo?” Eddie only glared at you, but you didn’t miss the hint of a smile on his lips as he spoke.

“I’m gonna cause one to you as well if you don’t stop making fun of poor ol’ me.” You mocked him, still rubbing onto his elbow tenderly, something that Steve didn’t miss.

“If you don’t stop making fun of poor ol’ me, blah, blah, blah.” Your voice was nasal, and a finger of his came to poke your side, making you flinch away with a giggle. Steve just stood there, looking and inspecting every movement, but you didn’t care.

“Let’s go buy those shelves for the mugs, we need somewhere to put them.” Steve said, and Eddie turned his head, nodding. Your head turned towards the kitchen counter, seeing all the collected mugs there.

The Garfield one was the one that stuck out the most.

Saturday.

And everyone was at Eddie’s. Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, Robin, Argyle, and Eden. Finally, Eddie agreed to see the rest of the group, letting them come over to his house for drinks. The mugs were now on shelves at the top of Eddie’s TV, and putting them up was actually a mess, and it got Steve to bandage his index finger because he missed a nail with the hammer.

But now they were up there for everyone to see. Nancy had a private talk with Eddie when she arrived, and immediately the two of them went up to his room. When she came back down, her eyes were reddened, as well as Eddie's. Not as bad as the past few days, but it was a relief to see him back to himself, and this time, you could say, entirely.

“He seems fine.” Robin said with a smile, and you nodded, looking at Eddie talking to Argyle, who was going on about opening his own pizza place down in the city. You smiled fondly, seeing his own on his lips. Everyone came over not to talk about what happened to him, not really dismissing it either, but rather be there to bring a smile to Eddie’s face.

“Yeah, it was a rough week… He really didn’t want to be alone.” Robin nodded, putting an arm around your shoulder, her voice lowering as she swirled the whiskey and coke glass she had in her hand.

“He didn’t want YOU to leave… cause he let Steve go easily that day…” She took a sip of her drink as you looked down at your beer bottle. “You still think there’s no chance? At this point, I think you’re joking.”

“It wasn’t the appropriate time to have that conversation, Robs.” You pointed out and she nodded, murmuring an ‘I know, I know’.

“Nancy suspects it, you know.” She confessed, and your eyes widened, looking at her. “Eddie sent a picture to her yesterday, and she spotted your jacket in the hanger. I tried telling her it might be the jacket from someone else, that yours isn’t one of a kind–”

“Fuck, but Robs, it is. She knows it.” The blue denim jacket with the Dior brand on the back. It was a gift from Liana, made specifically for you, for helping her with one of the contracts. It was done with embroidery, something you really like on clothes. Your eyes turned to look at Nancy, who was talking with Jonathan and Eden, smiling as they blabbered. Shit.

“I didn’t know if she would remember or not. She is giving Eddie the benefit of the doubt…” You felt guilt wash over you as you closed your eyes, sighing, taking a sip of your beer. “She is not going to be mad, you don’t have to worry about that.”

“How do you know?” You turned your head to look at her, and she shrugged, smiling at you.

“Cause she looked happy and excited when she saw it.” You blinked a few times, frowning as your eyes turned to look at Steve, who was preparing himself a drink at the kitchen counter in the corner. Another close friend of Eddie was happy that if he were dating someone, that would be you… So why not Steve?

“Well… Bet she will be mad at Eddie for not telling her, though.” Robin thought for a second and then nodded once.

“Yeah, that might happen.” Eddie’s eyes locked with yours after Argyle walked towards Steve to steal his drink, and then you saw him look at Robin, a frown forming on his eyebrows. You tilted your head in question as he walked towards you both, taking a sip of the beer in his hand.

“And what are you two ladies talking about?” He asked, and you opened your mouth to say something, but Robin interrupted immediately.

“About having some balls for once and doing what you feel… shit like that.” Your eyes widened as your head snapped to look at her as if she were crazy. Eddie’s eyes fell on Robin’s arm over your shoulders, and then looked down at you.

“Having balls? To do what?” Your mouth opened and closed for a few seconds, and then you felt Robin retract herself from you, humming as she walked over to Nancy.

“I have no idea, I guess about Argyle.” Eddie looked at you for one more second before giving a slow nod. His free hand came to scratch the back of his neck as he took a deep breath in.

“Um… You’re staying tonight again, right?” He asked, almost shyly, as if you would say no to him. You squinted a bit at him, acting as if you were annoyed.

“Wasn’t this a hostage situation?” He glared at you for a second before turning his head, looking around. You frowned, moving your head to see what he was looking at, only for him to turn back quickly and peck your lips, almost painfully, thanks to the force of it. You reeled back, putting your hand over your mouth. “What are you doing!?”

“They weren’t looking, Peach. But yes, you’re staying.” Your heart skipped a beat as he looked at you in a way you didn’t quite know how to describe. Your body was lit on fire, the need to hold him rushing back into your veins like a bull stampede, and you blamed the small bit of alcohol for it. The half beer you drank.

You two didn’t touch each other that way all week. It was just a lot of holding one another close, cuddling to sleep, watching TV, kissing every now and then, but never getting to the next level of it. It didn’t feel right to do so, and there was no need.

But tonight that need came back.

And you felt it on him, too. You felt it in the room, even with all your friends in it. There was this feeling, this intuition that something was happening tonight for the two of you, and your body was already shaking with anticipation. You wanted everyone in the room gone, immediately, but you knew you couldn’t do that.

So you two went back to the rest of the people as if nothing had just happened, acting as if you arrived at his house before everyone else did. Your eyes kept clashing with his, the tension only rising the more time passed. You tried paying attention to Jonathan, talking to you about his new cocktails in the bar, you tried paying attention to Eden talking about how she is about to graduate in Computer Engineering, but you kept being drawn back to him, like a magnet.

Two hours later, the people started to slowly leave the house, the last ones being Steve, Robin, and Nancy. How were you going to lie to Nancy? What was your excuse for staying? Should you act like you were leaving? Should you say you were gonna go to the toilet before heading out?

“You’re staying to help Eddie clean, right?” Her voice interrupted, and her eyes were on you, a smile on her lips. She knew. She wasn’t doubting. She wasn’t suspecting it.

“Y-Yeah, I think so…” You responded as Eddie put an arm around your shoulders, showing off the amount of cups and snacks on the tables and counters with his free hand, as if presenting a masterpiece. You groaned at the display, whining as you pouted. “You all are a fucking mess, it’s literally just eight people. How can eight people do this!?”

“We’re animals, sweetheart.” You heard Nancy’s giggle, making you turn your head to see her looking at Eddie for a few seconds before grabbing Robin’s hand. Steve glanced at the both of you, but mostly, his eyes were on Eddie. You turned to look at him, only to find him staring down at you, making your stomach knot into itself.

“Well, off we go. I’m tired as fuck, and my finger is hurting again.” Steve snapped you out of your trance, making you look at him. You nodded while he gave a wave before walking out. Robin winked your way, and Nancy was still smiling as the door closed behind her.

And now, it was just you and Eddie.

You felt your heart about to kill you from how fast it was beating. It felt as if a bomb was ticking uncontrollably now, close to detonation. You felt his arm leave your shoulders, making you look up at him. He was smiling innocently, pulling his sleeves up towards his elbows.

“Well, time to start cleaning.” Your mouth fell open, and you huffed, shaking your head. You didn’t want to clean. Not tonight. You walked towards the kitchen island counter and hopped on, crossing your arms and legs while frowning at him. He was still smiling, mimicking your arms, crossing them over his chest.

“I don’t want to clean.”

“Oh, and what does little Peach want to do, hm?” He was teasing you, testing you, and you could feel the tension slowly build up in the room, the more he stared at you.

“Sleep.” You absolutely did not want to sleep, but even if you did feel like tonight you two might do something more than just mere touches and kisses, you didn’t want to push Eddie into it. His smile faltered slightly, and he let out a sigh, shaking his head and walking over to the other counter to start throwing the cans and bottles into the trash.

“Yeah, I guess cleaning can wait till tomorrow.” His voice was slow, making you uncross your arms from your chest as well as your legs, frowning as you stared at his back. “It was nice seeing everyone today.”

Your heart warmed up at his words, and you nodded, not caring that he couldn’t see you right now.

“It was… Was Nance… mad that she couldn’t visit you before?” You were testing him to see if he would tell you what had happened with Nancy in his room. Maybe she did confront him about you two, but by his shrug, you assumed she didn’t.

“Oh, not exactly… More like, disappointed… Told me I was an idiot for thinking I was alone in this and all…”

“But you aren’t alone. You know that.” And he went silent for a second, his movements stopping, and you felt a chill running down your spine, as if it knew that something was changing in the air right now.

“Yeah… I’m not alone anymore… Especially not with you… Right, Peach?”

He slowly turned to face you, and your breath was knocked out of your lungs as your face started heating up. He looked so serious, yet it didn’t look threatening or anything like that. It was just a serious face for a serious conversation. Your eyes averted, not being able to contain the nerves that slowly invaded you, looking at your lap.

“I… Define ‘Especially not with you’.” You wanted to know if what he meant was more than physical. If what he meant was more than just two bodies finding pleasure with one another. If what he meant was more than just getting together to satisfy each other, and that was it.

He gulped, and you saw him take a deep breath in, making you look up at him again. He was still looking at you, his eyes never leaving your face. His hand came to scratch the back of his neck, a nervous tick you know he had by now. He was nervous. Eddie was nervous.

“I think it’s time for the two of us to have that talk.” Your world stopped. Oh, fuck. Your breathing quickened a bit, and your chest felt heavy as you felt sweat on your fingertips. Your nerves were causing havoc inside of you, and you were becoming a wreck by the second. The only way for you to maneuver over this topic was comedy.

“You’re making it sound like… It’s the end of the world.” Probably not the best joke. Not one that should be done in a moment like this, but you felt like the entire world was watching you two right now, waiting for the next move. Eddie looked at you, shaking his head, taking a deep breath in before he began talking.

“Peach… What we do it’s not something normal friends with benefits do.” Your heart was already plummeting to the floor. Have you read the signs wrong? Have you gotten hopeful for nothing?

“I– Well, I do know that…” Your eyes were locked with his, and time stood still for a few seconds before he took a step towards you, making the hairs on your arms stand up.

“You know this is not just… that then. Right?”

The air got knocked out of your lungs. Was he saying what you thought he was saying? Were you understanding wrong? You couldn’t disguise the desperation that lingered in your voice when you talked, feeling a lump starting to form in your throat, and you felt so stupid for becoming emotional, but– Fuck, it’s been months.

“I– What is it, then?” Eddie got taken aback by your words, his eyes showing nervousness as he took more steps your way, closing the distance, slowly.

“Peach, I think you know…” His hands finally came to touch your knees, looking at them for a few seconds as he deliberated his next words. “I— I need to know if we’re on the same page right here because–”

His jaw clenched, and you felt like you were soaring into the sky, not realizing you weren’t answering him, not even moving towards him. He was right there for you, for the taking. He was here, and he was confessing himself to you. You weren’t wrong. Robin was right. This was happening. He was happening. Due to your lack of response, he kept talking,

“I have to leave if you aren’t, Peach. I need to walk out of it before I–” And your eyes widened, your hands finding his in a rushed manner, and your legs opened to push him close to you, for him to get in between as you shook your head desperately. No. No. No. He can’t walk away from you. No.

“No– No… I’m–” Fuck, why are you so choked up? Why can’t you talk properly? Why? He just stood there, his head tilting in question. You wondered if his heart was about to explode in the same way yours was about to.

“You?” You closed your eyes as you gulped down the lump as best as you could.

“I– Fuck, you should know how I feel about you now, I– By the way I act, or– What I do…” You cringed at your words, shit. This wasn’t romantic at all. This wasn’t the amazing confession you had rehearsed in your mind a thousand times, and now that it’s here, you were acting poorly.

He wasn’t answering, so you looked up at him, his serious face slowly turning into a cheeky smile, his dimples showing off your way. You frowned slightly, wondering why he was smiling like that, even if it made your breath stutter.

“I know. I can read people like the back of my hand, remember? I just wanted you to say it out loud. Admit you are crazy for me and all that.”

Your mouth fell open at his words, frowning in slight annoyance. Why would he play with you like that? He knew? He knew about your feelings all along? He knew how he made you feel, yet never said anything or acted upon it? Or well, maybe he was, just now how you expected, but still. You pressed your hands on his chest and pushed him slightly, away from you, which he only stumbled back one step.

“You dick! I hate–”

Your words were cut off instantly when two rough hands came to cradle your cheeks, pulling you into a deep kiss that stole every breath and word away. A kiss that you knew was not like the others because you could feel it in every movement and in the way he held you. His body flushed against yours, and your hands moved to grip his waist, feeling your cheeks burning with happiness, with nervousness, with embarrassment.

One of his hands went to the back of your neck to pull you even deeper into the kiss. He groaned a bit into your lips as you two moved in a dance you had been rehearsing for months now. He was holding your head as if he were holding a treasure, holding you just like he held that Garfield mug.

You could feel the heat coming off of him; the more he kissed you, the more it all intensified. His shirt was crumpling under your fists as you tried to move him closer, but it was impossible at this point. Your mind was turned into mush, the world around you was nonexistent, and it was just him. Everything was him.

His lips slowly separated from you with a smack, his breath hitting your lips as he kept stealing pecks. He was almost agitated, desperate, vulnerable.

“I like you, Peach…” Another kiss that detonated your poor heart, along with his words. Those words you were expecting to hear at one point, hoping that they were at all there. “Fuck, I– I really fucking like you…”

You didn’t know if you were breathing. It all felt like a dream. It didn’t feel real just because of how perfect it was, how perfect it felt to have your feelings be reciprocated in this manner, with the same intensity. But he had to know it too. You had to come back to your senses. You had to find your voice again.

“I really like you too, Eddie…” He smiled against your lips, prompting you to do it as well, a joyous giggle escaping you before he kissed you again. The hand behind your neck moved to cradle your other cheek once again. He pulled away, his eyes looking for your hazy ones as you two breathed heavily.

“Say you’re mine…” His eyes showed an intensity like never before, and you were still in awe at the whole situation. He gulped, scanning your face as he waited for your answer. “I need to hear it… I need to hear you say you’re mine and mine only, sweetheart.”

You didn’t know why there was any need for that. He should know it. He should know you were his and have been his for a long while now. But maybe he wanted to hear it from you. And you would comply, because either way, it was the truth.

“I’m yours, Eds… Just yours…” He smiled widely, and you thought you saw him tremble, before he pulled your face in for another searing kiss. You felt your eyes fill up with tears, but you weren’t going to fight them this time. There was no need to fight against your feelings anymore.

“Hell yes…” He cheered onto your lips, making you chuckle as he kept kissing you, never stopping. You wanted to know, too. You wanted to hear him say it too. You pulled away from the kiss, but your lips never stopped brushing his.

“What about you?” His eyes found yours, and you’ve never seen him looking down at you this way. It felt as if you were his entire world right now. Was it conceited to believe that? Was it too much to think that way? He gave a huff before talking, his voice low, rough, yet deep with emotion.

“I’m yours, Peach… I’m all yours.” His hands now wrapped tightly around your entire frame as yours wrapped around his shoulders. You could feel him rubbing your back as he kissed you again, sealing the confession. You were on cloud nine, or on another planet, from how light you felt. The nerves were still there, the turning in your stomach was still happening, but now it was for another reason entirely.

Happiness.

You were so happy. You could feel it in him too, as he kissed you, deepening the kiss after a while. His tongue danced with yours as his hips clashed against you, eliciting some small moans against his lips. The temperature around you was quickly building up, and all you wanted was to hold him in the most intimate of ways. This would be different from all those other times. This was going to be completely different.

His hands moved downwards towards the back of your thighs. You felt him grip you tightly before he did a little hop and moved away from the counter, making you gasp through the kiss and cross your legs around his waist. You pulled away from the kiss as he chuckled, walking towards the stairs. Your eyes widened, shaking your head, yet a smile was on your lips.

“I swear, Eddie, if you drop me on the stairs–”

“I am not going to drop you, Peach!” He walked while carrying you as if you were feather light. If he was putting in any effort, he was not showing it. You clung to him as you whined at each step he took on the narrow staircase. “I carried Steve up here once. Princess style.”

“What!?” Your head snapped to look at him, and he was smiling, nodding as he finally reached the top.

“He was blasted off drunk, and he couldn’t help me at all. The couch was taken by Nancy, so I had to make due. She didn’t want to sleep in my bed.” You rolled your eyes, your teeth nipping on his jaw, making him groan your way.

“I wonder why… Slut.” His eyes widened, looking at you for a few seconds as if he couldn’t believe what you had just called him. Your heart was too joyful to care about the consequences of your comment, and he glared at you before smirking.

“You’re calling me a slut, huh?” And just like that, you were thrown onto the bed, making you squeal as you bounced against the mattress. He was instantly crawling on top of you after he took his shoes off. He was smirking, and there was lust in his eyes, lots of it, but something else resided in them now, something more tender. “Guess I have to remind you just how bad of a slut you turn for me, Peach.”

He was dirty-talking to you, but there was another tone to it. It was still the same volume, the same vibrato, the same rough, lustful implication, yet it was different. Everything was different.

From the way that he kissed you stupid into the bed, from the way he undressed you, from the way he kissed down your entire body, from the way he didn’t hold back when marking you this time. He left hickies on your neck, on your sides, on your legs, and with these, you knew everything was actually real. It was happening. Eddie was marking you as yours.

So you did the same.

When you got on top of him, you made sure to mark him in the same manner, and he didn’t stop you, nor complain. In fact, it was as if Eddie was more vocal than before. He kept calling your name, over and over and over. He called you ‘Baby.’ You kissed him all over, his nose, his cheeks, his collarbones, his chest, and his legs, just everywhere.

You rode him as he held you close, kissing your neck, nibbling in between the crook of it and your shoulder. His forehead was sweaty as you two moaned and groaned against each other. Calling one another's names over and over again.

You fluttered around him as he kissed your neck, then your shoulder, and you climaxed when he sucked on your skin, marking you up again. He tipped over the edge just a second after you did, and he was left looking at you, still holding you close to him as you straddled his hips.

“My girl.” You smiled breathlessly at the nickname, and he moved the two of you, laying you down on the bed without moving from inside of you. He kissed the tip of your nose, then your neck, his teeth grazing over your skin as if he were to bite down, pressing himself even deeper inside of you, making you choke on your breath. “Mine…”

You felt emotional, tears threatening to fill your eyes as you held him close to you. Nothing could compare to this moment. You were his, and he was yours. After this, there would be no more hiding, no more secrets, and you could go out in public, be like this with your friends, around strangers, finally introducing Eddie to your mom. You could barely believe it.

“Yours… Just yours, Eddie…”

Finally.

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