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Stuck With You (Joseph x Reader) (Request Part 3)

Stuck With You (Joseph x Reader) (Part 3)

Warnings: Mentions of emesis (vomit), mentions of sex, mentions of labor, mentions of menstrual products.

Rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. ADULT THEMES DISCUSSED.

Author’s Note: Don’t hate me lol. I was going to leave this at three parts but there was some ground I wanted to cover. I will have one more part and that will officially be the end of this little series. I appreciate everyone who has taken the time to read this, love it, or reblog it. It means a lot to me. My inbox is open for requests for Joseph x reader or Eddie x reader, however, it may take me a few days to get them out as I have four in line. I’m sorry if this is not as good as the others but the last part will be the best. :)

Request: Could you write one where the reader and Joseph are trying for a baby? Could it be smut including unprotected sex? (I will put the rest of the request in part four—the last part now since I don’t want any spoilers lol) @thomas-ellis

Since you asked to be tagged dear! @kellysimagines

Another month had passed, making you an estimated twelve weeks pregnant. You documented every week with a picture of your still barely noticeable bump. Your morning sickness was at its peak, happening almost every morning. You usually climbed out of bed in a hurry, causing Joseph to jar out of his sleep, quick to come behind you and hold your hair back. You usually skipped breakfast which you knew you shouldn’t be doing but you couldn’t keep it down.

This morning was no different. You snapped out of your sleep, immediately feeling nauseated. You threw the cover back and sprung out of the bed. You barely made it before you began throwing up. This was your new morning routine. Just a minute later, Joseph was behind you pulling your hair back. Most men couldn’t tolerate it but he didn’t seem to mind it. He hated you were having morning sickness, the one symptom you wish you could have skipped.

You closed your eyes, flushing the commode before leaning back against the door again, the cold tile on the floor feeling comfortable in contrast to your warm body.

“Love, I’m so sorry.”, he sighed as he rubbed your shoulders.

“It’s fine.”, you coughed out as he handed you a towel.

“This is kind of my fault.”, he chuckled easily, trying to make you smile.

“It’s really okay, Joe.”, you smiled lightly, wiping your face with the towel before attempting to stand up.

He helped you stand up and you walked over to the vanity, eyeing yourself in the mirror. You looked rough but you felt even rougher. Today was your monthly appointment and you were glad you made it in the afternoon after how you were feeling. You all had been debating when to tell your all’s families. You were still hesitant, wanting to make sure everything was okay.

Joseph was going out of town in a few days for a week and this would give you an opportunity to decide when to tell them. Joseph had a bigger family that consisted of his mom, dad, brother, and two sisters. They liked to go out to dinner and on holidays so you all thought about a trip to break the news.

“Do you want anything to eat, love? A banana? Apples? Grapes? Toast?”, he listed a few things easy on your stomach.

“Just toast, Joe.”, you breathed easily as you began brushing your teeth.

“Anything on it?”, he asked.

You shook your head and he kissed your cheek before going downstairs. He was really encouraging you to eat something. You knew you needed to. But it was so hard when you always woke up sick every morning. You spit out your toothpaste before rinsing your mouth. You reorganized your side of the vanity before going downstairs to buy Joseph a couple of minutes to make his food before yours. You couldn’t stomach the smell.

After you felt satisfied, you made your way downstairs to see him getting your toast out of the toaster. He gave you two pieces, hoping you would eat them both. You smiled at him, appreciating his effort. He had already placed his breakfast on the table. You sat down at the table and he brought your toast over. He gave you some water to drink as he knew you didn’t want anything else.

You all talked through breakfast, excited to see the baby again and this time hopefully you’d be able to hear its heartbeat. You all wouldn’t know the gender of the baby for a few more weeks but you all had debated keeping it a surprise. It would be harder for the family to buy anything but sometimes ultrasound technicians were wrong. You were able to make it through one complete piece of toast, an accomplishment for you at this point.

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You sat in the doctor’s office once again. You checked in and sat back down beside Joseph. It was calmer today with just a couple of pregnant women. They were noticeably pregnant unlike you. This made you feel slightly awkward. Joseph picked up an expecting parent magazine, flipping through it to pass some time away while you all were waiting. You giggled at him easily as he raised an eyebrow at you playfully.

Thirty minutes passed before they called you back into the office. The nurse checked your weight and blood pressure, both normal. The nurse explained you had actually lost two pounds instead of gaining, raising slight concern in you and Joseph. You were asked about any new symptoms before the nurse instructed you to pee in a cup to make sure there were no early signs of gestational diabetes.

Dr.Bennett came in a few minutes after you had come back from the bathroom. She listened to your heart and lungs again, everything checking out. She asked if you had been having nausea and you explained to her it was every single morning with maybe an exception of one. She reassured you this was normal and the probable cause for losing a few pounds and not to worry right now. She prescribed you some Zofran to have at home to help alleviate that feeling of nausea.

This made you feel better. Dr.Bennett asked you to lay back and she felt your abdomen, measuring it easily. You were on track according to her. She asked if you needed anything else before sending the ultrasound technician in. You denied any further needs and she stated she would see you back in another month and for you to make another appointment at the front desk on your way out.

You went ahead and laid back on the table, anticipating what would happen next. Joseph smiled over at you as the door opened just seconds later. It was the same ultrasound technician you had last time. She once again squirted some of the cold gel on your stomach, causing cold chills to appear. Joseph took your hand as she began running the transducer over your stomach again. All of a sudden instead of a bunch of high-pitched noise, you heard a strong, steady heartbeat. Joseph smiled at you, already wearing the look of a proud daddy on his face. Tears were noticeable in his eyes and yours.

“Baby has a nice, strong heartbeat. 142.”, she smiled.

“That’s our baby.”, you smiled.

“Yes, love. Our Baby Q.”, he smirked, blinking his tears back, running his free hand over his face, sniffling.

You all had gotten into a habit of calling your baby, Baby Q as a little nickname. This time the ultrasound showed the baby had gotten a little bigger, its head becoming more defined. You could see its little nose and mouth. You could see its legs more this time, even its little foot. Joseph getting emotional was so sweet and made you realize you had made the perfect decision by choosing him as your baby’s father.

“Your baby is being very cooperative. They usually are shy.”, the ultrasound tech laughed.

She was busy taking some pictures for you all while you all admired your little baby. You all were head over heels. She printed the images as you wiped the gel off, sitting up. Joseph helped you off the table as she handed you all the pictures. You all scheduled yet another appointment which would be your 16-week check-up. Then would be your 20-week check-up. It was hard to believe it would soon be your halfway mark.

Once you got home, you admired the pictures of Baby Q. It was so hard for Joseph not to tell his parents. He and his mom FaceTimed quite often. While he was gone to cons and doing interviews, she called often and checked on you. It was nice that his mom liked you. You dreaded that Joseph was leaving in a few days but you were proud of him. He asked you again and again if you would be okay while he was gone. You assured him you would.

He told you if anything happened to you or the baby, he wanted to know and he would be home on the next flight. You told him you’d be okay but assured him if anything happened, you would let him know. He was satisfied with that answer. That dreadful morning came when he was leaving and you began to feel overly emotional. He grabbed his suitcase at the bottom of the stairs.

Joseph was delayed for his flight by a few minutes. You began crying and sobbing, begging him not to go. This ripped his heart out and he debated canceling last minute, but you quickly dried your tears. You knew it was the mood swings beginning and told him the fans needed him and you didn’t want to stand in his way. Once he felt you were okay, he left for the airport. You would count down the days while he was gone.

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Your 20-week check-up went well. The baby’s heartbeat was normal and Baby Q was measuring a week ahead now. Your nausea was still intense but the Zofran was giving you some relief from throwing up. You had gained a pound back since your last visit. You and Joseph had decided once he got home you all were going to take a trip to his childhood home in South London, England. His brother and sisters were going to be in and you both figured this would be a perfect opportunity to tell his family.

At 20 weeks and three days, you and Joseph had been in bed, his hand on your stomach as you all watched television. He always talked to the baby before bed. You thought it was the cutest thing and you brushed through his curly hair as he got close to your growing stomach. He rubbed your stomach just like he always did as you fell asleep. All of a sudden, he gasped and his eyes lit up.

“Did you feel that?”, he asked, excitedly.

You nodded. “Felt like a kick. Man, this kid has got some power behind it.”

He chuckled. “Baby Q is showing out for mommy and daddy tonight, aren’t you?”

You were now 22 weeks pregnant and it was becoming slightly obvious. It would be harder to hide while you were on your all’s small holiday. The baby was active during the day, sometimes even active as you were trying to sleep from pure exhaustion. You seemed to stay tired all the time, barely feeling like doing things around the house that had to be done. Joseph jumped in and helped as much as he could. You all also decided to keep the gender of the baby a surprise until its birth.

You all were leaving in the morning for London and you were nervous about flying this time. Especially being pregnant. You zipped your suitcase, feeling your back aching. Joseph came into the bedroom, noticing you.

“Hurting love?”

“Yeah, a little. But I’m done packing.”, you smiled.

You packed a lot of dresses, babydoll tops, oversized shirts, and leggings. Your jeans would hardly zip nowadays. Joseph grabbed your suitcase and took it downstairs with his. Your all’s flight left early in the morning. You honestly dreaded getting up, praying maybe for one morning you wouldn’t be sick. How were you going to hide your morning sickness at Joseph’s parent’s house? His mom was over the moon that you all were coming to stay for a week.

You all mentally went over a list of everything you needed to take with you. Your Zofran was a must-have. The only thing you were waiting to pack was your make-up. You all fell asleep by seven-thirty that evening, exhausted from packing. The alarm clock went off sooner than it should. Joseph yawned, hitting the snooze button before sitting up in bed. You laid there, feeling him get up and begin getting dressed almost immediately.

For once, you didn’t have nausea waking up. You sat up and rubbed your eyes. London’s time zone was five hours different and it would take you some getting used to. Jet lag was in the cards for you and Joseph. You eyed the alarm clock. Four-thirty. You groaned, throwing your covers back before stretching, feeling the baby move easily.

“Good morning Baby Q. We are leaving to see Nan and Grandad and tell them all about you.”, you laughed as Joseph came back into the bedroom.

Joseph said his mom and dad would prefer Nan and Grandad and you all had got in a habit of calling them that already, careful not to in front of them yet.

“I see you’re feeling better love.”, he said kissing you before touching your stomach.

You nodded. “I hope it lasts.”

Joseph kissed your cheek before going downstairs to load the suitcases in the car. You quickly slid on black leggings and a flowy white top. It hid your growing baby bump well enough for now. You quickly did minimal make-up, and put earrings in before you met Joseph downstairs. He had loaded everything and you all were ready to go to the airport. It was still dark outside as you all drove to the airport.

Joseph yawned, still visibly tired. He focused on the road, making small conversation with you along the way. You all parked at the airport, unloading your suitcases. You all went through security checkpoints which took a little while. Soon, they called for your flight and you boarded with no problems. You both slept for the majority of the flight before waking up for the last few hours of your flights. It was already daytime and that was messing with your head.

His parents were meeting you all at the airport so you wouldn’t have to rent a car. You all landed and got through customs before getting your luggage. You were nervous meeting his mom and dad again, even though you had met them in Paris after your all’s engagement. He held your hand as you all waded through the crowds of people before he spotted his mom and dad waving wildly.

He chuckled as you all neared them, his mom taking him into a huge hug.

“Joseph, we missed you so bad dear.”, his mom kissed his cheek, causing him to blush.

“Nice to see you again, Y/N. How was the flight?”, his dad asked you as he hugged you lightly.

“Good, just I feel so tired.”, you laughed.

“Time change is a wanker.”, his father agreed.

His mom finally released him before turning her attention to you. “I’m so glad you and Joseph came to see us Y/N. You look beautiful—just glowing.”, his mom smiled as she hugged you.

The last sentence made you shoot a glance at Joseph with wide eyes before smiling. He picked up on it too. She released you and you prayed she hadn’t hugged you too tight to notice your stomach. They helped you all with your luggage. You had the ultrasounds in your purse. Every set you had. You were nervous to tell them but Joseph seemed to not be as nervous.

His mom already informed him his sisters and brother were waiting for him at home, excited to see their brother. It didn’t take long to arrive to their house and there were several cars parked in the driveway. Joseph grew up in South London and you were excited to see his childhood home for the first time. Joseph helped you out of the car as his parents unloaded your all’s luggage.

You all cleared the door, and immediately were met with his two sisters running to hug their brother. They almost tackled him with hugs, teasing him easily about getting a girl as pretty as you. His brother came to the door, instantly grabbing him in one swift motion, holding him under his arm, giving him a noogie, and messing up Joseph’s perfect hair. He quickly went to smooth his hair back down, beginning to introduce you to his siblings. Everyone made you feel right at home.

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The week seemed to pass all too quickly. Joseph’s mom and dad had made you feel right at home. The time change really messed with you, causing you to sleep in most of the second day but after that, it got a little easier. Baby Q didn’t like the time change though. Tonight was the night you were going to tell his parents. You admired the dress you had chosen to wear since you all were going out to a nice restaurant. You checked your make-up one last time as Joseph slid on his loafers to match his grey suit.

You had gotten sick a few times while at his mom and dad’s house but Joseph helped them chalk it up to the time change. You had the ultrasound pictures in your purse. Joseph had already called the restaurant ahead of time to order a dessert to surprise them. His siblings were joining with their spouses.

“Joe, I’m so nervous.”, you laughed easily.

He smirked. “It’ll be okay love. They’ll be over the moon.”, he reassured you.

The restaurant was private. It was a warm evening, so you all opted to sit outside. You all joined everyone at a huge table. You sat down beside Joseph, nervously running your hands over your dress as the waiter asked for your drink selection. Everyone else including Joseph’s parents ordered an alcoholic drink—that was except for you.

“You’re not gonna drink dear?’, his mother questioned beside him, looking down the table at you.

“No, thanks. I’m still not feeling the best.”, you excused, politely, opting for water instead.

Joseph eyed you from the corner of his eye. The waiter brought everyone’s drinks and your water before going around the table asking for everyone’s food selections. Everyone began reminiscing, sharing stories about each other. His family had a strong bond and that was refreshing to see in this day and time. You laughed, smiling at Joseph throughout dinner especially when his mom told a funny story about him.

You knew soon you all would have a baby and get to watch it grow up, developing its own unique personality. You knew it was getting closer to dessert and your stomach was twisting in knots. You were unsure if the baby didn’t like dinner as you were not used to eating food from England or your nerves. Personally, you hoped for the latter.

“Are you all ready for dessert?”, the waiter asked.

“I’ll take care of it.”, Joseph spoke up, the waiter already informed of the surprise.

“Joseph.”, his mom interjected. “You don’t have to do that.”

He quickly dismissed her, ordering a few different desserts for everyone. Your heart dropped into your stomach and you felt the twisting feeling in your stomach intensify. It seemed like an eternity passed before the waiter, followed by another came back out, bringing all the desserts. One waiter went around the table serving a small brownie with ice cream or vanilla cheesecake to each of his siblings and their spouses.

The other waiter went over to Joseph’s parents, sitting down a large brownie with icing on it before stepping back. Joseph grabbed your hand, giving it a squeeze and smiling at you as his mom and dad squinted to read it.

“We-love-you-Nan and Grandad.”, his mom spoke slowly.

It took them both a moment to register what they had just read. His mom’s eyes instantly lit up and she jumped up from her seat. All of his siblings and their spouses wore surprised looks but quickly turned into excitement as they cheered.

“You’re pregnant?!”, she eyed you.

You nodded, not being able to avoid the tears welling up in your eyes as you smiled.

“Oh my God. I had no idea!”, she exclaimed as she came over and kissed Joseph and hugged you both. His dad followed suit, congratulating you both.

Joseph was proud of this and it warmed your heart to see him like this.

“How far along are you?”, his mom asked, wiping her tears back before laughing.

“She’s twenty-two weeks and six days now?”, Joseph eyed you.

You nodded.

“I’m gonna be a nan. My baby boy is having a baby. Do you know what it is?”, she asked.

“We are keeping it a surprise until the baby is born.”, you smiled at Joseph.

“Imagine a little girl. A granddaughter.”, his mom smiled at his father.

“We might get a little grandson.”, his father smirked back to his mother.

Joseph had been right. They were both over the moon at the news of Baby Q. His mom and dad were playfully debating whether it would be a boy or girl, causing you and Joseph to laugh. His mom and dad insisted they would fly to the States and be there for the birth of their grandchild.

“Show me your baby bump.”, his mom insisted, her excitement evident.

You stood up at the table and pulled your dress tighter, making your growing bump visible. It was significantly bigger than it had been. You ran your hand down it. Joseph was smiling, beaming just like a proud daddy.

“Oh my. Look at that.”, his mom beamed at his father, them both smiling.

She asked if she could feel your bump to which you agreed and tried to guide her hand enough where she could feel the baby kick because Baby Q had been kicking like crazy. Joseph kept his eyes on both of you, slight tears noticeable in his eyes, him wiping them away every few minutes. He was already a proud daddy. Her eyes lit up when she felt it, laughing with pure joy as she felt the baby kick.

“Joseph used to do that to me all the time. He give me the hardest time.”, she looked at him.

Joseph’s cheeks grew red as he brushed a hand through his curly hair. A motion he did when he was embarrassed but you thought it was cute as ever. His mom immediately followed by asking if you had any ultrasound pictures. You informed her you had all of them with you. You opened your purse, pulling them out before handing them to her in order.

“Oh my God. Look at it.”, his mom smiled as she showed his dad, making over your all’s little peanut.

They took their time looking at each ultrasound image, making over Baby Q. Joseph motioned for you to come over to him. He stood up, kissing your cheek and holding you. His brother and sisters got up, and began looking at the pictures, making over the fact their baby brother was having a baby. You smirked at Joseph thinking this was the cutest thing. His mom and dad hugged you both, congratulating you and handing the ultrasound pictures back to you.

His mom made it clear that at the next appointment she wanted pictures texted to her immediately and she wanted to FaceTime with you all every now and then to see the progress of your bump. You all agreed immediately. Dinner was soon over and everyone went back to the house. The night was filled with photo albums and home videos. Joseph seemed a little embarrassed but you assured him he was absolutely adorable. You couldn’t wait to have memories with him and your baby.

Before you knew it, it was time to board your flight home. The week had been a nice getaway but now it was time to go home and focus on your all’s growing family. The next few months flew by as Joseph was gone for a few weeks every now and then working on some new projects and doing meet and greets. In the next few appointments, everything looked good and your glucose test came back good with no signs of gestational diabetes.

You were now 36 weeks pregnant and feeling every second of it. You only had four weeks to go if you could make it to 40 weeks. Baby Q was still measuring a week ahead. It didn’t feel as though the baby had dropped yet so labor was still a ways out. You had felt Braxton Hicks contractions quite frequently. Dr.Bennett assured you that real labor pains would be in your back and not so much in your stomach. Baby Q was more defined, even being able to see facial features. Joseph couldn’t believe how clear the 3D ultrasound was. You all had decided Baby Q had Joseph’s nose. No question about that.

After that week, you had an appointment every week. By week 37, Baby Q was still not head down. You could feel the baby in your rib cage, making it harder to breathe and sleep near impossible. Joseph loved that he could feel the baby kick more and the baby’s movement was much more defined. You were ready to have this baby in your arms. You had your baby shower, realizing you were cutting it close. All of your friends and Joseph’s came, amazed by the fact you hadn’t gone into labor yet. You and Joseph took the cutest pictures, some you framed immediately.

Week 38 came and your belly had dropped according to Dr. Bennett. Baby Q was also head down, a sign labor was imminent. Joseph helped you with the baby’s nursery as you began nesting mode. You all had decided on grey and white for the nursery as the gender was a surprise. You all had decided to wait to buy the crib bedding. You all had diapers, wipes, pacifiers, blankets, bottles, and gender-neutral outfits galore. His mom and dad were going to buy a few things once they flew in and found out the baby’s gender.

Joseph added finishing touches as you sat in the floor organizing everything. You both felt satisfied as you stood back and admired your work. You and Joseph had the hospital bags packed and were prepared at any time. You had ordered an outfit for a baby girl and one for a baby boy. This would be the baby’s going home outfit. It was exciting for you both to be surprised with the gender of your all’s first baby. You all had decided on names for either a boy or girl.

Week 39 was uneventful. Dr.Bennett decided to give you another week before she would induce you. Everything was perfect with Baby Q. You groaned as you left the doctor’s office in the car.

“What’s wrong love?”, Joseph asked, already knowing the answer.

“So miserable. I just want to have this baby already.”, you groaned.

Joseph took one of his hands off the steering wheel before holding your hand, lifting it up to his lips, and placing a gentle kiss on it. “I know love. Maybe we should take some of Dr.Bennett’s advice?”

Dr.Bennett had given you all a few ideas to help induce labor. Exercise, relaxation, eating spicy foods, and even sex. You had relayed to her that you would like to go into labor naturally and hopefully have a natural childbirth if you could withstand the pain.

“Maybe go for a walk this evening?”, you sighed at him, trying the simplest idea first.

He agreed. You all arrived at home and you decided you were going to take a nap first. Joseph sat in the living room with you, stroking your hair as you fell asleep with your head in his lap. He allowed you to sleep for about an hour and a half before waking you up for that walk. Part of you was slightly pissed at him at first but you remembered you really wanted to have this baby.

You all went for a walk, enjoying the nice fall weather. Leaves were on the ground in front of you, crunching underneath your all’s tennis shoes. You both talked about how exciting Christmas would be, now that you all had a baby to share it with. Joseph’s parents were flying out first thing in the morning and would be staying with you all for a little while. His mom made it a point that she didn’t want to wear out her welcome, however, you both knew you would value her help with a newborn baby.

The walk didn’t help. You tried to sleep on your body pillow but couldn’t get comfortable no matter which way you tossed or turned. You groaned in disgust.

“Can’t sleep, love?”, Joseph yawned as he flipped on the lamp.

You shook your head. “Nope. Baby Q thinks mommy doesn’t need sleep apparently.”

He chuckled. “You know we could try the other idea to help induce labor.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Seriously, Joe?”

“Dr. Bennett recommended it, you know.”

You thought for a moment. “Yeah,but look at me. I’m a cow.”

You were a little self-conscious of your changing body but Joseph reassured you that you were still beautiful and you were carrying his child.

“You’re beautiful, love.”, his eyes filled with desire.

“Really?”

“Really.”, he beamed, slowly tracing your hip.

It didn’t take much convincing before you found yourself on top of Joseph, you all making love most of the night until you both passed out from exhaustion. It was the some of the best sleep you had gotten since your stomach had gotten bigger. You struggled to ease out from Joseph’s arm without waking him up. He stirred slightly but turned over, grabbed his pillow, and settled right back down.

You waddled your way to the bathroom, flipping the light on. You felt like going to the bathroom may ease some of the pressure and pain in your abdomen. It didn’t. You sighed as you made your way to the mirror, looking at yourself. All of a sudden, you felt a gush of fluid and looked down in the floor.

“Joseph!”, you yelled out, fear in your voice.

It didn’t take him a second before he was in the bathroom after hearing the panic and fear laced in your voice.

“Whats going on lo-oh my God. Is that—?”

“My water broke.”, you interrupted him, panic taking over you.

He was going to keep his head about this. He grabbed a towel from the closet, tossing it in the floor to dry up the excess so you wouldn’t fall.

“Love just go to the bathroom and wash up real fast and we will go to the hospital, okay?”, he kissed your cheek as he helped you into the bathroom.

“Joe, I’m scared.”, you breathed, tears on the brink of falling.

“You’re going to do fine, love. We get to meet Baby Q soon. Do you need me to help you?”, he asked calmly.

You nodded. He helped you into the shower before going and grabbing your clean clothes, towels, and washcloth. Dr. Bennett had you if your water broke to come in immediately to be checked. You were shaking as you turned on the water, trying to get your senses back. You had seen this happen on television but it was different in real life.

Joseph stayed in the bathroom to help you as you needed. Your shower felt like it was in slow motion as your mind was realizing this was real. Joseph handed you your body towel to wrap up in as he helped you out of the shower, ensuring you didn’t fall. Once you were finished drying off, you grabbed your clothes and slid them on.

“Can you hand me a pad Joe?”, you asked sniffling.

Without hesitation, he handed you one. This would help until you got to the hospital. He helped you downstairs to the couch while he quickly loaded your all’s bags. He immediately made a phone call to his mom and dad as he went out the door, hoping he would reach them. He came back in for you, helping you to the vehicle.

He knew you were scared, frankly, he was too but he was excited to finally meet his son or daughter.

“Love, you’re going to do great.”, he held your hand again.

“I’m just nervous. I want everything to be okay.”, you sighed. “Did you get in touch with your mom and dad?”

He nodded. “They’ve landed and they’re going to the house first until we hear from the doctor if you’re in labor or not.”

You once again admired your engagement ring before looking up at Joseph driving. You almost wanted to pinch yourself to see if this was a dream.

“Do you think I’m gonna be a good mom?”, you asked hesitantly.

Joseph snorted easily. “Do I think? I know you’re going to be an amazing mom.”

He smiled over at you and you looked up at him, smiling. It didn’t take just a few more minutes before you all turned off near the hospital. It was early morning that the sky had light blue hues with some pink and yellow mixed in. Joseph parked near the ER entrance. He came around and helped you out of the vehicle, allowing you to move at your own pace. You all walked across the parking lot, wondering if this was the moment you all had been waiting for.

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eddiemunsonisveryhot · 2 years

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I actually can’t this is too good

𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 | eddie munson x reader

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THIS IS A DARK FIC. eddie's dark, smut's dark, whole thing's dark (by the end at least). it's not for everyone. if depictions of SA, murder, and manipulation sound like they might be triggering for you, please do not hit 'keep reading'.

"That boy is no good for you," she hissed. "That boy is no good at all."

"Mama, don't say that!" you whined, sounding just like the impetuous child she'd accused you of being moments earlier. "He's good to me and he loves me!"

"He's good to you because he wants something from you," she insisted. "He says he loves you because—"

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Her line of questioning made it obvious that she already knew. The terror of that realization made your eyes sting with tears.

"Don't tell me you spread your legs for trailer trash," your mother warned, and your fists clenched at your sides. Rage gave you the courage to look into her eyes and you found her own fury there— but it couldn't beat yours, not when you had your love for Eddie in your heart, telling you what to do.

"He made love to me," you informed her though your teeth, "and I—"

You didn't get a chance to finish your thought before the back of your mother's hand collided with your cheek, spinning your whole head to the side. It stung especially hard where her massive diamond ring had cut your face, and when you pulled your hand away from where it held your tingling skin, you saw little dots of blood on your fingers.

You started to sob loudly, so much louder than you already had. You were crying so hard you couldn't even form words.

"Okay, that's enough," your father decides, getting up from where he'd been sitting in his chair, staring disapprovingly at all that had been going on. When you told your parents that Eddie Munson was your boyfriend and that you would not be attending equestrian summer camp in Cape Cod this year because you wanted to stay with him, your mother was the one who had flown into hysterics while your father had just sighed and sat down, looking overwhelmed. You didn't see him looking like that too often, since he was such a respected businessman who handles so much every day, but it made sense that he was out of his element here.

"Daddy," you sobbed, running to him and colliding with his sweater-vest-clad torso, "Daddy, please, I love him…"

"I… I know, sweetpea," he sighed, "but… sometimes what we feel and what is expected of us don't….match up."

You buried your face into his chest, soaking the argyle cotton with your tears. "Daddy, he's not a bad person. He's so kind and he takes care of me—"

You heard your mother scoff, but thankfully she didn't interrupt you.

"You'd like him if you met him," you promised, pulling back enough to look at your father with hopeful, if teary and bloodshot, eyes. "Daddy, if you really gave him a chance—"

"Sweetpea," he said, such an adoring pet name losing its charm when he said it so sternly, "it's too late for that. You had sex with this boy, didn't you?"

You choked, looking away.

"Just don't make me go to camp this year, please," you sighed. "Please, Daddy, I wanna stay in Hawkins—"

"So you can do what? Spend more time with this boy who doesn't even have the respect to come speak to me himself and ask me for permission to court you?" he frowned. "Ride around in his decrepit van? Get pregnant?"

You let go of the tight hug you'd had him in; you'd spent your life crying to your Daddy about whatever upset you, and up until now, you'd pretty much always gotten your way. Eddie used to make fun of you, call you Daddy's little girl, call you spoiled rotten— but you never really understood what that meant, until now. Until you felt so stupid as you realized he wasn't as kind as you thought he was. He'd buy you anything, he'd let you skip a Latin lesson because you wanted to run around outside or not eat your greens because you didn't like them, but that wasn't love. You always thought he was proud of you, and that was why he liked to show you off at debutante balls and dinner parties.

But it had never been about you… it had been about him, and his perfect family. His beautiful wife and demure, well-behaved daughter. You were more like a porcelain doll to him, dressed up in little silk outfits and put behind glass.

You stepped back, bewildered and heartbroken by the way he was looking at you.

"You asked not to go to Cape Cod this summer? You won't," he informed you, but his tone made it obvious this was not going to be good news. "You'll go to a Catholic program for wayward girls—"

"No," you blurted out, under your breath.

"In rural France—" he continued.

You couldn't breathe, you felt like you were going to faint. "No, no no no…"

"—where you can practice your French, relearn your morals," he added, especially pointedly, "and spend time with the nuns. They'll set you straight."

"Daddy, no!" you yelped. "I won't go! You can't make me go!"

"I absolutely can!" he bellowed in return. Daddy was scary when he was angry, his voice was loud and echoed around any room, and you'd always run away and hid when you heard him yelling at a business partner who made a mistake or a housekeeper who broke something… but the way he spoke next was nothing like that. No yelling, no stomping his foot or pointing his finger, just a red face and breathing heavily through his flared nostrils. It was much scarier.

"If you act like a whore, you get treated like one," he informed you with searing coldness. "You remember that when you're with that boy, telling him that you will never see him again—"

"I hate you!" you choked out with your sob, shoving your father away before running for the door.

You heard your parents calling after you, but you tumbled out onto the porch and down the steps, grabbing your bike where you'd left it leaning against the whitewashed wood.

It was sort of tricky to ride a bike while constantly wiping tears away, but you made it all the way to Eddie's trailer without falling off. You nearly jumped off your bike to run to his door, never properly braking and just letting it fall on its side— the little bell dinged quietly when you dropped it, like a weak protest to the mistreatment, but you ignored it as you stumbled up to Eddie's door and knocked frantically.

It was a little too cold out for just your yellow dress and a cardigan, but you hadn't been planning to be out this late. You'd been planning on getting out of going to summer camp in Massachusetts, going to bed with a smile on your face, and waiting until after school tomorrow to tell Eddie the good news. God, you were so stupid…

Shivering and clutching your arms across your chest, you knocked rapidly on the door again— and Eddie finally swung the door open.

"I was just— oh, princess, what's wrong?" he asked, reaching for you instantly as you started to cry harder again. "Are you okay? Please tell me everything's okay…"

"Everything's…" you started, sniffling and trying to compose yourself enough to speak intelligibly while he ushered you inside, "everything's gone wrong, Eddie, it's so wrong…"

"Hey, shh," he soothed, pulling you into him and guiding your head to rest on his chest. His hands rubbed your back and you sighed, melting into him. "Just tell me what happened."

"I-it was going to be a surprise," you explained. "I was going to get out of equestrian camp this summer, and I was going to stay here— with you! We were gonna have the whole summer together… a-and it was gonna be perfect."

Eddie sighed; he must've realized where this was going, to a certain extent.

"But when I asked my parents if I could miss camp and stay home, they… Mama knew, she asked about you right away… I'm not much of a liar, Eddie, you know that."

"She said the most awful things," you whimpered, "and Daddy… he said he was going to make me go to France, just to keep me away from you. H-he called me a whore."

In fact, he told you all the time: I know something's wrong, don't try to pretend. You're not a very good liar, princess, I know you want me. Don't lie, princess, I can tell you're getting wet…

"He what?!" Eddie snapped, lifting your head away from his chest to look down at your face with wild eyes. "Princess, how could he say that to you?"

"I— I don't—"

You stopped when he reached up, holding your face and carefully swiping his thumb over your right cheek. You remembered there were cuts there, and you glanced down at the floor sheepishly, focusing on his dirty combat boots standing on either side of your shiny white Mary Janes. "Did he hit you?" Eddie asked, seriously and softly.

"No…" you whimpered, getting nervous to tell him the truth as he waited silently for the rest of your answer. "Mama did."

He sighed slowly, saying so much with just one breath. You'd realized you'd never really seen him angry before, not genuinely. But the weight of his breath showed how furious he was. "Those people…" he trailed off. Shaking his head, the anger seemed to fade and he gave you a gentle kiss right on your wounded cheek. "This pretty face, all cut up… it's just not right, princess."

You shut your eyes as he kissed your lips next, as tender and gentle as ever. If only your parents could see this, if only they could understand how sweet and patient he was with you, then maybe they wouldn't be trying to ruin your life.

"I can't let you go back to that house," he informed you. "If you go back there, they may not ever let you back out again— they won't let us see each other again."

You blinked up at him as he carefully wiped your tears away.

"So, don't go back," he pleaded. "They'll hurt you again— I can't let that happen."

You chewed your lip for a second. "Eddie, I can't stay here, they're going to send the police for me— they probably already have…"

"Then they won't find us here," he decided. "We'll go somewhere!"

"Where?"

"Anywhere! Wherever you wanna go. We'll drive there together and it'll be the way it's meant to be— us, just us."

He pulled your face closer and kissed your forehead, squishing your cheeks in his ringed hands. "Eddie," you mumbled, wincing playfully. "Are you offering to kidnap me?"

"Offering? Princess, I'm deciding," he grinned, grabbing you at your shoulders as you started to laugh a bit through your tears. "Just tell me where we're going."

You bit your lip as you thought about that. In a way, you were proving your parents right: this boy was about to steal you away, take you far from Hawkins in his beat-up old van, with no money and no plan.

"Come on," he encouraged, "you know just as well as I do that we're meant to be together. Forever."

It was a promise you'd made, just before he took your virginity. You were raised to believe that was something you saved for your soulmate, and though you knew it was certainly not what your parents would want for you, not being married yet didn't bother you much. Before Eddie, waiting never felt like a chore— and then suddenly it was excruciating, and he'd stopped you from taking things further more than a few times due to his fear that you would regret him being your first time. And then there was that perfect night, just over a week ago now, on a blanket by Lover's Lake. It was everything you thought it was supposed to be— sweet, sensual, beautiful— and so much more. And you'd sworn then that this was it, that there was nobody else for you and that you'd hold each other for the rest of your lives. Maybe it was your girlish naivete, but in your mind it was all but an engagement.

And this? Escaping together, fleeing your parents and Hawkins and everything you'd ever known? This felt like eloping.

You looked into Eddie's eyes, warm and brown and waiting for your answer with that sparkle in them like almost always. "Um…" you stalled, "well, when I was little, my whole family went to the beach in California. I've wanted to go back, see the ocean again…"

He grabbed you by your face again and kissed you, eyes shut tight; you could taste his latest cigarette and you could smell his aftershave, you could feel his optimism in the way he moved his lips against yours.

When he pulled back, he had another massive smile on his face that made the anxiety just melt away in a moment.

"Everything's gonna be alright now," he promised. "It's gonna be how it's supposed to be: us, together, with nobody there to stop us."

You nodded, still sniffling as you recovered from crying, and smiled as he kissed your tears away.

"I-I'm just gonna grab some stuff," he decided, "and we're gonna leave tonight. We'll be in California by Saturday."

~ ♡ ~

Not having had a chance to pack your own clothes, you'd been borrowing Eddie's for a while. You didn't exactly feel like yourself in a Motörhead shirt, but you loved being wrapped up in the smell of him.

That first night, Eddie had driven for fifteen hours straight before you insisted that he get some rest. The mattress in the back was straight from his bedroom in the trailer, so it brought some much-needed familiarness to such a foreign situation.

Breakfast at hole-in-the-wall diners all along the highway, stops at scenic outlooks and parks where you could stretch your legs, nights spent pulled over in the woods so you could sleep in peace (or, maybe, not sleep at all)… it was all a routine now, and the luxury of your old life was just a collection of memories now.

At times, you missed your family, your friends from school, your room and your shower and your favorite stuffed animal. But being with Eddie all the time was worth it, and you’d seen more of the country than ever on your road trip adventure.

“Can I help you find something, sweetheart?” a woman asked, and you turned to see an employee with a plastic name tag— DARLA, it read— watching you peruse the aisle of pre-packaged snacks.

“O-oh, no, thank you,” you smiled.

“You seem pretty young to be here by yourself,” she noticed.

“I’m eighteen— and I’m not by myself,” you assured, “my boyfriend’s here— he’s just using the restroom.”

“Oh, I see,” she nodded. “Your… parents know you’re here, don’t they?”

You wrinkled your eyebrows together. “Of course,” you lied, “we’re driving to visit them now, while we’re on break from college. Wh-why do you ask?”

“I’m sorry to pry, honey,” she sighed, “I just saw something on the news, and you look a little bit like this missing girl out of Indiana—”

You didn’t even hear what she said after that, you didn’t even stay to listen— you stormed across the gas station store, towards where a small TV mounted under the corner of the ceiling was showing the morning news. It was just politics at first, until the banner across the bottom of the screen changed to DRUG DEALER KIDNAPS INDIANA GIRL. You nearly screamed when you saw a picture of you, and a picture of Eddie, next to each other in the superimposed graphic.

“This news coming out of Hawkins, Indiana,” the reporter read, “the parents of an eighteen-year-old girl—”

Eighteen, as in, an adult, who left consensually, you wished you could yell at the TV, but all you could do was start to numbly cry.

“— are asking national authorities for assistance in locating their daughter, who disappeared from their home Wednesday evening. Local police suspect that a known criminal in the area, Eddie Munson— who is also missing— may be responsible and is wanted for his potential involvement.”

You saw the door to the men’s room start to open, and before Eddie could walk out, you dashed over to him and shoved him back in, locking the door behind you. “Hey!” Eddie protested, though he gave you a tilted grin as you pinned him to the wall. “Hey,” he purred, apparently misinterpreting your intentions with locking yourselves in the bathroom together.

“Eddie, oh god,” you breathed, “I—”

“What’s wrong?” he asked, reaching down to hold your face. “Did something happen?”

“I— the news,” you managed to choke out, “we’re on the news, they’re saying you kidnapped me—”

“Well, I mean,” he shrugged, “I sorta did—”

“Eddie, please,” you whimpered, “this— this is really bad… the police are looking for us. Both of us.”

You weren’t sure how this happened, but you could guess; the Hawkins police probably, rightfully, told your parents that a woman of majority leaving her parents’ home is not a crime, and neither is having a boyfriend that they dislike. And then your parents flashed their money around until someone listened, and they managed to convince some sheriff that because Eddie had a past with the law, you were in some kind of danger. And then they took their money to any news station that would take it, and spread the story across the country. You were supposed to make it to the beach today, but you weren’t sure if it was safe to go anymore, or where this news was being shown…

“I don’t wanna go back,” you cried quietly, and he clicked his tongue sympathetically as he pulled your head into his chest.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he promised, “you’re not going back.”

“They’re gonna find us, Eddie, they’re gonna take me away from you—” you began to rush, your head swirling with thoughts and your heart pounding with anxiety. He grabbed you by the chin and forced you to look up at him, and you tried to calm yourself a little with your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Nobody can take you away from me,” he insisted sternly. “Ever. Do you hear me?”

You nodded, and he softened a bit, kissing your forehead as he wrapped his arms around you.

“We’re gonna work this out,” he stated confidently. “We’re gonna figure something out, okay? And everything’s gonna be how it’s supposed to be.”

Quickly, he had a plan, and he told you all you had to do was keep watch. He told you to stand near the back of the gas station, and stop anyone from coming to where he’d parked the van. He never told you why, but you figured it would make sense soon. Nervously tapping your foot, you tried not to look suspicious— or noticeable at all, really, with your face all over the news now— and waited for Eddie to finish whatever he was doing.

You could hear what he was doing, but you couldn’t quite tell what it was… just random clinking and banging of metal, not much to work with. “Okay, finished,” he announced, and you turned the corner to find him smiling as he stared at the back of his van, a screwdriver tucked under his crossed arms. “Voila!”

Stepping next to him and looking at the back bumper with him, you reacted instantly to the sight of a Nevada license plate. “Wh— how did you—?” you began, but you glanced over to a beat-up old truck with a missing tire that was apparently abandoned behind this gas station— specifically, you saw that it suddenly had Indiana plates.

“It’ll slow them down,” he promised, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and giving the top of your head a kiss. “Told you I’d work it all out, didn’t I?”

You swallowed, a little nervous to know he’d had to take these measures for your sake. Up until now, you hadn’t actually done anything wrong… this, though, was an actual crime. Still, a lot of people do little things like this— like dealing weed, like making an illegal U-turn or being late to get their registration done.

That was what you kept telling yourself as you sat in the passenger set, legs curled up to your chest while you bit your nails and blankly watched the Nevada desert roll by: that this was normal. That this was all fine. Not great, maybe, not ideal; but fine.

“Hey,” you heard Eddie’s voice, and it tore you out of your thoughts.

“Huh?” you mumbled, and he kept his eyes on the road as he swatted your hand away from your mouth.

“Don’t do that,” he corrected.

“Sorry— m’just nervous,” you admitted.

“What for?” he wondered.

“I mean— this is all pretty crazy, Ed,” you admitted. “I knew my parents weren’t going to understand, but getting the police involved? I just didn’t think it would be like this…”

“Listen, princess,” he sighed, “I get it. It’s scary— and your parents, they’ve been, like, over you your whole life, telling you what to say and how to dress and how to conform and everything… so they seem like this huge threat, like you can never really escape them, right? But you can. You did.”

He gave you a glance, as long as he could while driving on the highway, and you offered him your best I’m-totally-not-freaking-out smile in return.

“And the cops? Cops are no big deal,” he scoffed. “Deal with ‘em all the time. Still, if you wanna throw them off a little more, I could always do something to, you know, look different—”

He reached up with one hand to tousle his mane of wavy hair for a second, and you gasped. “No, Eddie,” you interrupted, “not your hair— you shouldn’t have to do that.”

“Okay, okay,” he smiled, “you’d miss it too much, I know. So would I. Maybe we should cut your hair, though…”

You nervously reached up to your own hair, suddenly self-conscious about it in more ways than one. “You think so?” you pressed quietly.

“I mean, if you’re up for it,” he shrugged, “but like I said— we’re gonna be fine. It’s really not that bad, princess— people go ‘missing’ all the time, and they’re really just going somewhere new like we are. And speaking of somewhere new…”

He pointed to the road ahead, and you saw the sign: Thanks for visiting Nevada— and then you saw the next one— Welcome to California.

“We made it,” he smiled. “Just a few more hours until we reach the ocean.”

But the sun had already set, and the last tints of orange were leaving the sky— the desert would be in total darkness in less than ten minutes. “Should we pull over for the night soon?” you asked. Something about being late made you especially nervous, even though if you were thinking more clearly, you might’ve realized that night was the safer time to travel while on the run from the law.

“If you want to,” he offered. “You wanna cuddle, don’t you?”

You nodded, and he smiled wide.

“Of course you do,” he hummed, “just lemme find a good place to park the car and we can go to bed, okay?”

When he pulled off the highway, kicking up clouds of red dirt with his tires on his way to a good, shady spot to rest for the night, you leaned back in the seat and shut your eyes. It’s going to be okay— Eddie said so, it’s really going to be alright…

“Come on, hop on back,” he suggested as he put the car in park and turned off the engine and headlights. You climbed over the console first, plopping down onto the mattress in the back with a sigh. He smiled at you as he followed you, climbing on top of you as his necklace dangled over your face. With his hands on either side of your head, he bent down to kiss you, sweet and familiar; it made you feel better, and took your mind off of your worries.

You reached up to start trying to push his denim jacket off his shoulders, and he moved his kisses down to your neck. “Oh!” you gasped when he grazed his teeth over your pulse. It almost hurt, it was almost too much— but then again, you were wrapping your legs around his hips, so it must not have bothered you that much.

A quiet, but deep, chuckle from him echoed inside the crook of your neck, just before he pulled away to look down at you again. “You look so good in my clothes,” he smiled, reaching up under the borrowed shirt to touch your waist, “but you look better without them.”

You giggled as he helped you take the shirt off, groaning a little at the sight of your bare chest underneath. He instantly latched onto one of your nipples, swirling his tongue around it as his hands held onto you a little tighter, and you relaxed into his embrace with a sigh.

“Princess,” he mumbled against your skin, reaching lower to start tugging your panties down, “fuck, you’re beautiful. And you’re all mine, huh?”

“Yeah,” you breathed. “Yours— forever.”

You’d started saying that, since the first night on the road; you were just so ecstatic to be together, not having to hide it anymore or worry about your parents or sneak out quietly in the middle of the night. The problem was, that was sort of what this thing had become, in the end: hiding, worrying, sneaking in the middle of the night. Wasn’t that what you were doing right now?

That thought fell to the back of your mind as he gently opened your legs, taking off his own clothes hastily before slotting his body right up to yours. “Eddie,” you moaned as he slid his cock over you, soaking his erection quickly in your arousal. You never kept your resolve for long when he teased you like that. “Please, I-I need you…”

“Where?” he asked. “Where do you need me, princess?”

“M-my… in my—” you choked, struggling to say the word. You managed to get it out (he’d been helping you get more comfortable with all this, slowly), but only when you whispered it: “my pussy…”

He laughed a little, and it made you feel even more insecure until he pushed his cock inside you— and then you weren’t thinking about anything else but how incredible it felt. “Aw, so innocent,” he cooed, staring down at you with half-lidded eyes as he began to move his hips back and forth. “Not as innocent as you used to be… guess I ruined you, didn’t I?”

You whined. “N-no, you didn’t— you made me perfect, Eddie…”

Laying down over you, he kept himself propped up on one bent arm as the other reached for your thigh, squeezing the delicate skin every time he filled you to the brim. “Fuck, you are perfect,” he agreed, “and so tight for me, always… still feel like a virgin, princess.”

You moaned far louder than you meant to when he started to suck on your neck, reaching up to grab onto the backs of his shoulders as your back arched harder.

“Y’don’t act like one anymore, though,” he added with a short laugh.

Grabbing your hips, he pulled you up to meet his own, forcing you to take him deeper than before— and you choked on your whine, digging your nails into his back.

“Not too much, is it?” he panted. “You can take all of me, right?”

Admittedly, you hesitated, but you did nod and he kissed your cheek.

“I know you can,” he agreed. “Such a good girl for me, yeah? Gonna take all this dick in your little cunt?”

The next thrust hit so deep, and so hard, that tears immediately sprung to your eyes— but you nodded again.

“C’mon, baby, say it,” he encouraged.

“I— I’m gonna take it all,” you promised, your own voice higher and more wavering than you expected it to sound.

“Yeah you are,” he grunted, fucking you faster, and you buried your face in the space between his neck and shoulder— you gasped in breaths against his skin, and he held you a little tighter.

His pace was speeding up, making your whole body rock as it was forced to go limp. “E-Eddie,” you sobbed. He started to kiss just under your jaw, and you knew that he knew how close you were— and yet, you still felt the need to announce it. “I’m gonna come, Eddie!”

“Shh, I know,” he soothed, “let it happen, princess— just come on my cock, fuckin’ soak me.”

Whimpering, your thighs started to shake and your head fell back. It gave him the perfect view of your face: he watched you with dark eyes and a mouth gone slack as he fucked you through your orgasm. He told you before that you scrunched your whole face up right before you came, and that he thought it was adorable. You were still a bit shy about it, but you did like knowing that he loved the way you reacted to how he made you feel.

“That’s it, fuck,” he praised, and you felt his fingertips dig into your skin a little harder. He slipped one arm under your neck, grabbing you at your shoulder, and used it to keep you steady as he started fucking you even harder, and faster… just ruthlessly, really.

“Eddie!” you shouted. You were trying to get him to slow down, but the words just wouldn’t come out, it was all screaming moans as he relentlessly slammed into your spot— more sensitive and swollen than ever, having just come and all.

Hoping to get your message across non-verbally, you reached down and tried to push on his thighs, but he was so much stronger than you and it didn’t seem to deter him at all. “You can take it,” he insisted under his breath, his own groans getting louder as he chased his release.

You dug your nails into his skin, not even really intentionally— you just needed a break, just a moment to process everything. Your eyes were shut tightly, but you heard him growl as his hands moved down to yours. He grabbed you by the wrists and pinned them down on either side of your head, rubbing his thumbs over your palms soothingly.

“Don’t fight it,” he ordered, “I know what you need.”

And god, he was right— he changed his pace, slower if not quite slow, passionate and focused. You breathed more naturally then, giving into the onslaught of sensation while he kissed you again. His kiss was just as gently dominant as everything else, his tongue exploring deep into your mouth— like he was trying to taste every sound of pleasure you made. You were babbling your affections from the moment that he broke away from your lips. "I love you, Eddie," you sobbed softly, "I love you so much…"

"Shh, I know, princess," he whispered back, "I love you, too."

He didn’t take much longer to come, filling you with a long, low groan and a whisper of your name. He released your wrists eventually, opting to hold you tightly instead. In a moment he seemed to gain all his energy back, rapidly shifting from panting and exhausted to peppering kisses all over your face. “Eddieeeee,” you whined, but you were laughing, too.

“Love you so much,” he mumbled. “God, you can’t even imagine how much.”

“I bet I can,” you replied. “I bet it’s how much I love you.”

“No, no— more than that,” he decided.

“What?! Eddie, don’t say that,” you frowned.

“It’s true,” he insisted. “I love you so much that this pretty little head of yours would explode if you knew—” he accented his statement by holding his fingers up to the side of your head and spreading them, making a pshh sound through his teeth to do his impression of an explosion.

You laughed and shoved him lightly on his bare chest. “You’re silly,” you mumbled, laughing more as he nuzzled his face against you, tickling you with the tip of his nose and his fluffy hair.

That was the way you fell asleep, tangled in his arms. You never slept as well as you did when he was holding you, even on a ratty old mattress in a beat-up van in the abandoned desert, even separated from your loved ones and so painfully far from home.

~ ♡ ~

The knocking didn’t wake you up— only Eddie grabbing you and shaking you awake, whispering to you in a rushed voice, made you begin to stir. “Princess,” he snapped, and you awakened as quickly as you could. It was still pitch dark outside… except for the flashlight shining into the driver’s side window.

“E-Eddie, what’s going—?” you started to ask, but he pressed a finger over your lips before pulling the blanket up to your neck.

“There’s a state trooper outside,” he informed you, just as there was another knock on the window, and your eyes went wide but you remembered not to say anything.

“Stay in the van,” Eddie hissed. “Don’t move or say anything until I come back, you hear me? Stay in the van.”

You nodded quickly, blinking away the watering of your eyes. He gave you a quick kiss on the forehead before he tossed the blanket over your face and hopped back up into the driver’s seat.

Another knock on the window made you startle with a jolt under the blanket, but you did your best to stay perfectly still and completely silent. “I’m sorry, sir— is this a no-parking zone?” Eddie asked as soon as he’d started rolling the window down.

“That’s not the issue— I was just noticing that your van matches the description of a suspected kidnapping out of Indiana,” the officer explained.

“Oh! Huh, that’s… actually not that unlikely, is it? A lot of cheap old vans out there on the road,” Eddie pointed out.

“Yes, but yours has a hole in the bumper, in the same place the one we’re looking for does,” the officer replied.

You struggled to keep your crying silent; was Eddie going to be arrested because of you? This was all your fault, you knew it—

“You don’t know anything about a missing girl, do you?” the trooper pressed. “Eighteen years old, about yea high—” you stopped paying attention as he continued rattling off a few basics of your description. They’d been right on your tail the whole time, hadn’t they?

“No, can’t say that I do,” Eddie answered.

“Well, then it shouldn’t be much trouble if I search the back of your van, right?”

You shuddered, biting down on the blanket over your head and praying that Eddie would find some way out of this. “Honestly, officer, it’s a bit inconvenient— I was just sleeping here and now I’m being asked about some girl, but I don’t know anything about that. I’ve been living out of this van for weeks, so it’s like you’re asking to search my home. And I really would just prefer to get back to sleep, honestly, I’ve got a lot of driving ahead of me tomorrow—”

“It won’t take long,” the officer insisted.

“That’s not my concern,” Eddie replied firmly. “You don’t have a warrant and I’d just prefer that you leave.”

“Your lack of cooperation could be considered probable cause,” the officer shot back.

“Only if you don’t care much for the constitution,” Eddie spat.

“And if I call the station and have them run your plates,” the trooper countered, “they’re going to come back to this vehicle, correct? Not, say, a 1967 Ford that reported its plates stolen this morning?”

There was a silence. A long, terrifying silence. Eddie said nothing. You weren’t even breathing. The trooper was the one that spoke next.

“Sir, I’m gonna need you to step out of the vehicle.”

You heard the door open, and shut. Steps around the vehicle outside, some talking you couldn’t make out. Knowing you were alone in the van, you let yourself start to quietly weep. It’s over, it’s all over—

The unmistakable, deafening sound of a gunshot outside made you scream in shock. “Eddie!” you shrieked, jumping up and using the blanket to cover your nudity as you hastily swung open the van doors from the inside.

You weren’t ready to see it, to see your boyfriend bleeding on the road, to see that cop point the gun at you next— you weren’t ready to imagine how your life would go on without him.

So, maybe it was a good thing that that wasn’t what you saw. But what you were looking at instead terrified you possibly even more. Eddie was standing there, holding a revolver, still as a statue as he looked at the officer on the ground beneath him. The man on the ground was still alive— breathing shakily, wide-eyed and shivering violently as his hands moved towards the growing patch of deep-red blood on his chest, but still alive. The click of the revolver turning made you look at the gun again, seeing Eddie aim it once more and begin to press down on the trigger.

It was like a horrible nightmare, the way you opened your mouth to scream, but nothing came out. The second gunshot was so loud, it forced you to wince— which spared you from seeing the exact moment that hole appeared in the trooper’s forehead, the moment his expression went blank and his whole body went limp.

When you opened your eyes again, Eddie was looking back at you over his shoulder. “I told you to stay in the van,” he reminded you flatly.

“E-Eddie,” you breathed, feeling light-headed and sick all of a sudden. “Eddie, what… what have you done?”

He turned to face you, stepping over the body and slipping the revolver back under his belt; you instinctively moved back when he took a step towards you, and his expression changed. “Princess…” he sighed, sounding heartbroken— like he couldn’t believe you were scared of him, but how could you not be? You didn’t even know he had a gun in the van— you didn’t know he could ever hurt someone.

You swallowed thickly. “Eddie,” you whispered, one more time. “What did you do?”

Something entirely new flashed across his expression— it reminded you of the way he looked when you told him that your mother hit you. But this was much, much worse, because this time, it was directed at you. “What did I do?” he repeated, livid. “What did I do?”

You started to cry harder, your ears still ringing from the gunshots, as Eddie stormed up to you, grabbing you by your shoulders roughly.

“I did what you told me to,” he insisted, raising his voice. “I saved you! And now you’re looking at me like I’m a fucking monster!”

“No,” you cried, “no, Eddie, I’m just scared— tell me you didn’t really kill him…”

“What are you scared of?” he laughed— actually laughed, at a time like this, though he didn’t seem particularly amused anymore as his lips curled into a snarl. “You didn’t mean it, did you? When you said you loved me, you were lying—”

“No!” you denied, sobbing so hard that it was barely intelligible anymore. “Eddie, I swear—”

“When you said we’d be together forever,” he continued, his jaw tight and his nostrils flaring. “I meant that, I meant every fucking word, princess.”

“I know,” you agreed, “I know— me too, Eddie, I love you!”

“Really?” he breathed, holding the sides of your face as you sniffled helplessly. “Do you really love me, princess? Don’t lie to me.”

“I love you so much,” you promised, “I’ve only ever loved you… I’m just so scared, I don’t understand—”

Your voice was starting to break, and he soothed you with a shhh and a kiss on the height of your cheekbone. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” he whispered, switching back and forth between each cheek, “it can be scary, being in love for the first time. I said nobody’s ever gonna take you from me, princess, don’t you remember that?”

You nodded, but when you glanced away from where his eyes were boring into you, you could see behind him the lifeless hand of the man he’d killed, the puddle of blood navigating through the cracks in the dusty orange earth.

“Hey, don’t look at that,” he corrected you, turning your face so you’d have to look up at him again. “Look at me— that doesn’t matter. This, you and me, this is the only thing that matters, okay? I love you. I love you.”

Swallowing only seemed to make the lump in your throat bigger.

“Do you fucking hear me?” he growled. “I love you!”

“I-I love you too!” you finally choked out.

He slammed his lips onto yours, holding you there long after you tried to push yourself away from him. “Now,” he announced when he pulled back, “get back in the van. We need to go.”

~ ♡ ~

When you got sick on car rides, Mama always told you to look out the window. Well, you couldn’t see out the window from where you were curled up in a ball in the back of the van, your limp body jumping and swaying each time Eddie hit a bump or a turn— but somehow, you didn’t think getting in the passenger and looking at the desolation of rural California was going to help with this particular bout of nausea.

“Come on, come back up to the front,” Eddie pleaded. “I miss you, princess!”

You said nothing, burying your head into one of the pillows strewn over the mattress. It smelled like him— it reminded you of how it felt when you were only safe in his arms. Now you just cried all the time.

When the vehicle came to a stop, and Eddie got out, you wondered if maybe he was just getting gas. Until the back doors opened and he stood between them, arms stretched out wide to each handle, giving you a pouty look with a tilted head. “Poor thing,” he cooed, climbing in with you and shutting the doors behind him. You turned away, you even tried to scoot up closer to the wall, but obviously there was nowhere else to go as he laid down behind you and started to run his hands over you through the thin blanket. “I know you’re… not happy right now. Just tell me how to make you feel better.”

You tried to shrug him away, but his fingertips tickled your waist a bit while his whole body moved a bit closer, trying to coax you out of your hiding place.

“Princeeeesss,” he sing-songed, leaning in a little closer to kiss the back of your neck where the blanket didn’t cover it; you flinched and pulled it up over your head, only for him to yank it off of you roughly. “Hey,” he snapped, “don’t do that. Don’t act like I’m not here. Talk to me.”

Sighing, you rolled onto your back and gave him a quick look— it was all you could stand right now— before you stared up at the rusted ceiling of the van. “What do you want me to say, Ed?” you breathed.

“I want you to say that you’re not mad at me,” he admitted. “I want you to say that you still love me.”

You let out a long breath, reaching up to rub your eyes with the lowest part of your palm, just by your wrist. “I… I’m not mad, Eddie, I’m—”

“Scared, I know,” he finished for you, “you only told me a thousand times.”

You groaned and turned away again, curling up even tighter as he started to backtrack instantly.

“N-no, come on, don’t be like that,” he protested, sliding up behind you and spooning you even though his touch sent a rush of conflicted feelings through your body. “Princess, please— you can’t do this to me, you can’t treat me like this! You’re gonna kill me, I can’t take it— I can’t take not holding you, not kissing you…”

To emphasize his point, he started to kiss a trail along your neck; and as much as your mind swirled with confusion and fear and hurt, your body did respond to it. There was a warmth between your legs, a cry for something familiar and comfortable that only he could provide.

He turned you on to your back again, looking down at you with a tilted, sympathetic sort of frown. “Okay, so maybe I can’t make you happy right now,” he relented, “but…”

He moved a little closer, holding your waist with one hand as he mouthed at your neck.

“But I know I can make you feel good…”

You turned your face away, but he reached up and guided it back with a hand on your cheek, pulling you into a soft, patient kiss.

“I know you didn’t forget this, princess,” he breathed in between moments of slotting his lips with yours. “I know you can’t forget that we’re made for each other. You can feel it, can’t you? When we make love. It’s so right…”

You didn’t stop him when he pulled you closer, when he climbed on top of you, not even when he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You were just about ready to give into it, actually, when his hand started moving lower; and you instantly fought to push his hand away while it was slipping into your shorts. “Eddie, don’t—” you whimpered, but he brushed your hands out of the way and got back to what he was doing.

“No, don’t do that,” he instructed you softly, “I’m just making you feel better, princess— I’m gonna make it better…”

As his fingers expertly explored you, finding those familiar places right away and exploiting them for all they were worth, you shut your eyes tight and struggled to relax beneath him. You knew if you opened your eyes, you’d find him there, staring down at you with those eyes. You could see it all: the way his eyes looked when you first met and he made you feel so dizzy and strange and special; the way they looked when he took your virginity— no, when you gave it to him, when you begged him to have it— that night on Lover’s Lake, under the stars, promising you that this was forever; the way they looked when he told you he was going to whisk you, save you from a summer of solitude in France, that forever wasn’t just real, it was now; the way they looked at you over his shoulder, the gun still in his hand, the world completely still and quiet for a moment, once the sounds of an innocent man begging for his life were silenced.

You didn’t know you were crying, until you felt him kiss your tears away. “You’re doing so good,” he praised, “just like that— so good for me, you’re so beautiful…”

Hoping for a moment of comfort, you clung to him tightly, the building pleasure forcing you to let all of your emotions out; you sobbed, openly, and let every touch awaken your body and silence your mind.

“There you go,” he cooed, holding you tighter in return, “come on my fingers, princess— nice and easy, you know how, just let go—”

Whining his name, the first one hit you. ‘The first one’ because, immediately after that, he held your legs open and climbed on top of you and fucked you, taking you to the edge again as you held onto him for dear life. He didn’t stop talking for more than a moment the whole way through it, promising you that he was going to keep you safe, begging you not to leave him, reminding you of every time you’d told him that you loved him and that you were his.

When he was finished, he kissed all over your shaking body, whispering about how perfect you were. “Do you feel better now, princess?” he asked quietly when his journey of kisses brought him back up to your collarbones.

“I… I feel…” you panted. You didn’t know where to start. “Sleepy,” you finally decided, and you felt him press a smile to your cheek.

“Then fall asleep,” he offered, “I’ll wake you up when we get there, okay? Get some rest… you’ve earned it.”

You were exhausted physically and emotionally, so it didn’t take more than a minute or so once Eddie started driving again for you to lull into dreamlessness. Sleep was a welcome reprieve from existence, from thought and fear and pain. From trying to figure out if you were Eddie’s lover or his prisoner. From remembering how simple, how idyllic your life used to be— no, not perfect, but much easier. From imagining what would happen to you if the police found you again; from wondering what would happen to them if the police found you again.

It was just a shame you didn’t get to sleep longer.

~ ♡ ~

“Wake up, princess,” his voice gently wafted into your ear. “We made it, baby, look…”

You blinked your eyes open, feeling Eddie’s arms wrapped tightly around you— a little too tight. Maybe he still thought you’d run.

But where would you run to? All you could see out of the open back doors of the van was ocean, and sand. The beach was empty; and it was just as beautiful as you remembered. “We’re here,” he told you, kissing your cheek as he held you from behind, cradling you and resting his chin on your shoulder. “This is it— me and you, together. And we can go wherever you wanna go next.”

Shivering slightly, you felt your eyes water again. “I… I wanna go home.”

You should’ve been afraid that it would make him angry, but by now you were so numb… you just said it without thinking. He didn’t get angry, though, at least not on the outside. He just laughed a little and told you, “princess, we are home.”

He seemed to get a little more serious, sighing as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“You’re my home,” he belabored the point, “you’re my everything, princess. I know this is hard… love is hard, especially when it’s real. Just remember that you love me, okay?”

A gentle kiss landed on your shoulder, then your neck, then your jaw.

“Remember when we promised forever,” he continued, and as tears rolled silently down your expressionless face, he pressed his lips right up to your ear to speak directly into it. “And remember that if your parents come for you, I’ll kill them, too.”

One of the arms that he’d had crossed over your chest reached up, his thumb wiping your tear away on the opposite cheek from where he’d pressed his face up so close to yours— you could feel his hot breath on your skin, and it, along with his body holding yours so tight, kept you from shivering in the chilly morning breeze over the beach.

“You believe me, right?” he whispered, and you nodded slightly. “Good,” he cooed as he kissed your cheek. “I love you so much, princess… you can’t imagine how much. Your pretty little head would explode.”

He held his fingers up to your head, and stretched them out in a mock explosion, hissing the sound into your ear: pshh…

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