Summer Lovin' pt.2
Desc; If you thought things ended awkwardly in part one! Oh boy are you in for a treat.
Fem!Reader, takes place before s4, 1.3k words
No warnings! Just fluff! Pining, major yearning, everybody's sorry for themselves, Eddie has emotions and they r intense, maybe part three??;))))
pt.1
Eddie breathed in, this was possibly the most inconvenient time for those two to show up.
Sure, they were on time. And sure, he invited them. But with you like this, it was the last thing he wanted. Eddie cleared his throat, and shouted at them to cease the knocking.
“Give me a second! Jesus guys.” He looked into your eyes, and then down to your lips. You couldn’t keep your breath from hitching the way it did, and you clambered off of him finally. Standing up and straightening your bottoms, you offered him a hand to get off of the floor. He muttered a thanks, and the door swung open before Eddie even touched the handle.
“Hey! Took ya long enough.” Gareth stomped in, and patted Eddie on the back before brandishing an unopened six-pack. “Well, Munson, how’s she look?” He questioned, motioning to the carton in his hand.
“Great Gareth. Just perfect.” He smiled back at him, and nodded a hello to Jeff. Jeff, who instead of going to Eddie to say hello, went straight to you and struck up a conversation. You laughed at one of his lame jokes, and Eddie’s polite smile faltered.
“Hi Jeff,” He interrupted, and glanced from you to him.
“Hey! How’s it going, man?” He asked, smiling at Eddie. Who instead of reciprocating, kept his eyes trained on him. Barely acknowledging you. Eddie gave a forced thumbs up and grabbed a beer from the countertop. He tapped Gareth on the arm and got him to follow as he stepped outside to smoke a cigarette and brood.
The two of them stepped out, and the door closed completely with a soft click. Gareth watched Eddie as he pulled out a pack, and offered a stick to him. Something to make standing out here, while you and Jeff were inside, a little less awkward. He sat on the ground, and brought the cigarette up to his lips, a lighter followed. Passing the lighter to Gareth, who had taken a seat right beside him, he sucked in the cigarette and spoke.
“He’s gonna make a move on her, isn’t he?”
His eyes refused to meet anything other than the dried grass. Obviously, he had noticed. Noticed how sweet Jeff had been acting around you lately. How his eyes fell directly on you whenever they could, and wouldn’t leave until they had to. How the look in his own eyes said, ‘I would do anything for this girl.’
Of course, he had noticed Jeff acting just like him.
“I…I don’t know?” Eddie scoffed at his response, Gareth had acted uneasy the moment he had brought him out here. The awkwardness in the air wouldn’t clear, despite the cigarette smoke that sat just as heavily. Gareth finally turned to Eddie, and what he saw was a heartbroken boy. A man who simply didn’t know better than to throw himself in completely. Eddie’s tone was pleading, begging almost. But his expression, well, if looks could kill.
“She’s oblivious, Gareth. She has no idea how much he likes her. Hell, no idea how much I love her. I can’t lose her, and you know that. I need him to back off. Help me out here, man.” Eddie looked beside him, at Gareth, and sighed. When had he gotten like this? Eddie felt like he was being pathetic. Why had seeing you like that, with him, gotten him so…defensive? The bubbling in his chest wouldn’t cease. He needed to accept it. Accept that you didn’t feel the same as he did. God, how could he be so stupid? Someone like you deserved more. Deserved a college degree and a smart husband, two kids, and a dog, the classic white picket fence lifestyle. And he wasn’t that.
“Sorry man. You...You don’t need to do anything. Thanks for listening.” Eddie stood up and put out his cigarette. Stomping it to the ground, and watching the spark fizzle out.
He just wasn’t that.
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Jeff was interesting enough. He had been friends with Eddie for a long time, not longer than you, but for a while. And he was kind, always opening doors and offering drinks to you, occasionally complimenting your outfits and music taste. Truly a sweet guy.
But he wasn’t Eddie.
You hadn’t told him your deepest secrets.
You hadn’t gone to him when you fought with your parents.
Or when you got broken up with.
And not when you’d failed your trig test.
You had gone to Eddie. You’d always go to Eddie. He was it for you, your one big love.
But you weren’t his. And even though you knew this, it hurt. It would always hurt.
So sitting here, on Eddie’s couch, with Jeff’s hand creeping toward your knee, and Eddie outside, smoking with Gareth, wasn’t your ideal night.
“So uhm, yeah! That’s my character for Eddie’s new campaign. I think it’ll be pretty cool.” Said Jeff, eyes flickering around the room and his curious hand, still inching closer. This was hell.
“For sure, uh, I’m going to go see what Eddie’s doing? If that’s cool.” You answered, gently moving from your spot and walking to the door.
Jeff only muttered an okay, and you swung open the door.
Unfortunately, Eddie was also opening the door.
“OW! Fuck!” A string of absolutely vile words fell out of his mouth, and his hands went to the side of his head.
“Sorry! Oh my god, I’m sorry!!” You apologized, rushing down to Eddie and putting your hands on his shoulders.
“It’s fine, but holy shit, maybe I should knock next time.” He laughed, hands still cushioning the side of his head.
“Yeah, don’t you know better than to not knock before entering your own home?”
And you were both laughing, your hands moved from their awkward place on his shoulders to the side of his head you hit. Pushing down his own hands so you could examine the wound.
“God, I can’t see anything out here. Let’s go inside?” Already starting towards the door, he obliged. You did your best to lead him in without hitting him again, and you did well enough.
“God, you got me good princess.” He laughed, and you turned red as you looked at the damage in decent light. He was right, you did hit him hard.
A small cut was on the side of his head, a few scrapes, and you flushed at the sight of it.
“I’m really really sorry Eddie. That’s gotta hurt. Where do you keep your bandages?” He sighed, and walked toward the bathroom. You followed and shut the door as you both stepped in.
That’s how the two of you found yourselves in the bathroom, together.
“They’re uh, right here.” He said, grabbing a box from under the sink. The bathroom was hardly big enough for the both of you, but you were set on helping him. And he wasn’t going to refuse you.
“Okay,” you mumbled, taking the package out of his hands. Watching as he stood up and faced you. “Here, let me just..” You gently nudged him, so the both of you would swap places, positioning yourself in front of the sink. You got on top of the sink’s countertop, so that your face could be level with his. And so that he would be in between your legs.
So here you were again. Staring at his face. Except this time you were touching it, grabbing a towel with some soap and water, and wiping it. Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off of you, watching how methodical your movements were, how precise your hands were when doing something so simple.
You set the bandaid on his face, flattening it down so that there’d be no bumps in the fabric.
Your hand didn’t move from his face.
It couldn’t move.
He set his hands on either side of your hips, using the countertop as support.
Moving his face closer to yours.
You didn’t know what to do, as he leaned in, and stopped just before reaching you. When he opened his mouth, you felt his air on your lips as he spoke.
“Save it for Jeff.”
He tilted his head around, and kissed your cheek. Then walked out of the bathroom. Bandaid and pride still intact.
Unfortunately, you couldn’t say the same.
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