(Dis)Obedient Princess - (y/n) Hopper & Eddie Munson Story *Rewrite*

SEVEN ~ Home*

There was only one place you needed to be after what transpired in the woods tonight and that was the only place you felt most at home since Sarah died, with Eddie. Barely able to see through the tears that still anguished your eyes, you couldn't possibly fathom how you managed the drive from the woods to the trailer park without overturning your car. But you made it, nonetheless. Your tyres grind against the dirt track of the trailer park, kicking up a cloud of musky dust and you slam your foot hard down onto the brakes. Still weeping uncontrollably, you hasten to unbuckle the seat belt and throw the door open, your feet meeting the ground and propelling you towards the short steps up to Eddie's front door. Your fist pounds against the door, unable to call out to him through the sobs and hiccups that pass your lips instead. The lounge lights flick on giving you hope that he has heard your desperation, increasing at the distinctive silhouette of your best friend and fondest comfort through the frosted glass of the front door.

The wait for Eddie to unlock that rickety door begins to feel like a lifetime. You begin to contemplate simply kicking it down, you've seen Eddie kick it open enough time. Time moves so slowly past you before finally it opens and there he stands, awash with concern and confusion at your current condition. "Y/n? Princess, come here." he soothes as you collapse into his arms, the same arms that scoop you up and escort you delicately toward to couch. Both perched so cautiously on the edge of the couch, Eddie continues to cradle you tightly in an effort to alleviate whatever woes and sorrows plague you in this moment. He gently hums to himself, a song you couldn't begin to recognise in this moment, but it is calming nonetheless. "What happened princess? Hmm? C'mon, talk to me." his voice swells with warmth and comfort, still concerned for your welfare but trying to only express it in the calming, soothing manner that Eddie was so exquisite at with only you.
"I- I tried. I'm so sorry. I tried. I really tried. B- but he said no." you can't stop yourself from apologising to him, you promised to resolve the dire situation with Billy by the next time you saw him but you'd failed. Billy remained a seemingly unconquerable obstacle for yours and Eddie's future together. You manage to pull your face from Eddie's chest that now sits soaked in your tears, your plea filled eyes gaze into his in a desperate attempt to ease his disappointment.
"Tried? W-what you do y- Your face. Princess, what happened? Did he do this? Did he hurt you? I'll kill him. I'll kill him with my bare fucking hands!"Eddies nostrils flare, his chest starts to puff as he deeply inhales his rage.
"Eddie. No. Stop. Look, I'm fine. I'm here and I'm fine." you place your hands either side of his face, clawing his gaze back to yours. His warm, chocolate eyes soften as look painfully deep into yours, his body drifting into a reassuring stillness in your grasp. You rest your forehead against his, breathing slowly and deeply until his breath mimics yours.

"I'm sorry, y/n. I wasn't there to protect you, again. I should have been there." his voice breaks as he pleads forgiveness, unnecessary forgiveness. Eddie was not to have known what Billy would do, hell, even you didn't know Billy could be such a monster as to hit you. On so many countless occasions Billy would pull you, grab you and even coerce you into situations you could bare to recount, but these always came from a twisted, passionate place within him. A place more often that not, controlled by a delirious need to maintain what he considered "his possession". But the wrath of this past night came as a surprise to you, possibly even to Billy - or so you tell yourself. 
"Eddie... You're here now and that's all that matters to me. You are the person I came to. You are the one I needed to pick me up. It's always you, Eddie." your fingers delicately graze his cheek, on rare occasions, catching lightly on the fair but brittle stubble dusted across his face. Foreheads still enduringly connected as your gazes flit from one another's eyes to lips to eyes once more, the smallest flicker of a flame could ignite the palpable sparks that linger in the silent space around you. As your flick one last time down to Eddie's soft, pink lips, you see the smallest peak of his tongue as it glides along his lips and takes a light inhale that he appears to hold onto for a beat longer than usual. You meet Eddie's gaze just in time to glimpse at his darkened, soulful eyes as the flutter closed. His hands imitate yours, placing them either side of your face and slowly yet so desperately pulling you closer until the warmth of his lips engulfs yours. You've stolen kisses with Eddie on a number of occasions now, but never have they felt like this one. Your status with Billy remains largely unchanged yet you feel so free to indulge in this moment. It's as thought time has stood still around you, the world beyond the trailer door is unmoved and silent. The only people in existence in the universe are you and Eddie. In a moment of impulse and for the sake of giving in to what you have craved for an unknowing period of time, you let slip a soft sigh, almost that of a moan as your entire body bends to resigns to your desires.