Summary: Let's just say, life knows how to toy with people. And not all heroes wear capes. STRANGER THINGS 4 SPOILERS AHEAD!
Song: Running Up That Hill (A Deal with God) - Kate Bush.
Warning: Sadness, if this does begin to affect you. PLEASE STOP READING.
A/n: Pls don't hate me.
Word count: 2172
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You had this gut feeling. This feeling that something was going to go wrong. A turn of tables. You begged that your feeling would be dead wrong, but after hearing Nancy's words. You knew better.
A gentle hand cupped your shoulder. Breaking you from your thoughts, thoughts of perturbation. Looking up, you met warm brown eyes. Beautiful pools of russet. Trailing down to those perfectly plump lips. Lips you yearned to kiss.
To bite.
To tug on.
To feel dancing along the crook of your collar.
Nipping.
Licking.
Biting.
God!
"Y/n!?"
Drowning out those juvenile wonders, you smiled.
"Yeah?"
Cupping your cheek, he brought you closer to him. Eyes examining your every feature. Thumb caressing your cheek as he let his wander. You let out an airy giggle. He did this a lot, from the first day you met him to now. At any given time, for any situation. But you knew that this time, it held something else.
Somethingmore.
Something different.
"Eddie, hun? I'm fine... hey I swear I'm good." You assured him, with both your words and the placement of your hand. Gripping his, you knew he needed this, it may seem that you do, but he did. He needed the assurance from you, the blessing.
"Are you sure, bunny? I mean coz if not, we'll figure something else."
As much as you wanted to protest you knew there was no other choice. And he knew too.
"Edds, it's okay. I'm fine with it... I'm okay with you going into the upside-down... Plus who's going to look after Lucas, Max and Erica?" You assured.
Once again with the assurance. You assured him, he need it... or was it you? Did you deep down need to hear those words? Was it you that actually need the assurance? That feeling in your gut worsened. The more he peeked into your eyes. the more his skin made contact with yours, and the worse the feeling got.
