solace | eddie munson x reader [y/n]

037

The new year rolled in like a tide, barely noticeable until you took the time to breathe and let yourself become aware. It announced itself with a slew of sunny days that melted the snow though the air remained bitterly cold.

Thankfully, the way the calendar fell made it so school didn't start back up until Monday the sixth. This left you plenty of time to prepare for returning to that hellhole for your final semester, and Eddie's too.

You and the curly-haired boy had been attached at the hip for months so now that you were openly madly in love with one another, you barely spent a second apart. Every single day since New Year's when you'd woken up in each other's arms in the back of the van, you were together.

You went back and forth between sleeping at the trailer and at your house. Somewhere in the flip-flopping, you began to keep some clothes at Eddie's as he did the same in your room.

You didn't even need to be doing anything exciting. In fact, most of the hours you weren't doing anything. Just existing in one another's company was enough to make the seconds more meaningful.

He spent a lot of time working on the new campaign for Hellfire, so focused that the tip of his tongue poked out from between his lips as he wrote. It was the last time he would ever lead the party as dungeon master before graduation; you could practically feel his emotion in the air of the room.

"Eddie Spaghetti," you had called. He finished scribbling his sentence before turning to look at you.

His fringe was messily strewn around his forehead, eyes sleepy from working. Still, they had that sparkle in them, the one that makes his gaze cherish you within it like the most perfect work of art he's ever seen.

"I thought we would use new, endearing names for one another and here I am stuck with that pasta thing," he sighed, playing annoyance.

"Hush." You patted the spot on the bed next to you. "Take a break, handsome. You've been working too long."

He pushed at the sleeves of his shirt and nodded with closed eyes. Nothing sounded better than curling up with you and snoozing for a bit. He made his way over to the bed, crawling on top of you and easing his weight down.

You collected him against your warm body, cradling the back of his head as his face pressed to the crook of your neck. His light breaths feathered your skin and his hands found homes on the expanse of your sides. One even adventured beneath your shirt, searching for a warm place to rest.

"Did I already cash in on the reward kisses for my grades?" he mumbled into your skin.

You hummed, lips turning up at their pink corners. With slow strokes, you swept his curls away from his face even though you couldn't see him entirely.

"Why, they weren't enough?" you giggled.

"Never enough." He placed a tender kiss right to the spot where the hickey he'd given you was yellowing as it faded. His voice tickled your skin as he whispered against it.