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warmaidensrevenge · 2 years

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Pairings: Eddie Munson x Plus size reader

A/N: Hey all. So I have this idea of writing a fanfic with a couple of characters in season 4 of stranger things. However a good chunk of this will be for character development. This story will include my version of season 5. Also, this will be a series. Please enjoy.

Warnings: abuse, body insecurities, angst, sexual implications, and language, slow burn. Not proof read . Let me know it there are any I missed.

Summary: Our reader doesn't want to have feelings for Eddie. He's her best friend.

Part 1: Acceptance

You were sitting at the Hell Fire table picking at your beef stroganoff. "Ugh again!?" you said out loud.

"Yep" sighed the curly headed kid sitting next to you, picking up a spoon full and letting it fall back on the tray.

"Gross!" Mike spit out.

You look up at the boys and shook your head.

" Hey Dustin? Have you seen Munson?" You question the curly haired boy. Looking at the cafeteria door waiting for his arrival.

He's never late to lunch. You thought. It's his favorite period.

" Oh yeah. He said he had to make a call " Dustin said while taking a sip of chocolate milk.

You stared back down at your tray and decided to just eat your peas. No way we're you gonna eat stroganoff 3 days in a row.

Then you heard him. Theatrical as always. He spoke out, loud enough for the whole cafeteria to hear. It, brought a smile to your face.

"THIS MEAL WILL BE THE DEATH OF US ALL. 3 DAYS IN A ROW?! NO THANK YOU!" Eddie exclaimed. Walking backwards and accidentally bumping into a couple of cheerleaders while speaking towards the lunch lady.

"My apologies." he said with his signature smirk across his face. He does a slight bow and moves his arms gesturing for them to pass. Not noticing the ugly looks he was getting from them and the majority of the other students.

You still could never understand why they dislike him so much. Why they call him a freak? He was anything but. He was amazing. Crazy charismatic, funny, and just a big old softy to those in need. Like yourself.

You moved to Hawkins with your dad a few years ago. Your mom had up a left you guys when you were 15. Your dad couldn't handle the divorce and picked up drinking. And you had felt abandoned, which caused a depression that lead you to eat.

You got bullied so bad at school for the extra pounds you put on that he moved you guys to Hawkins. But you knew that wasn't the only thing that made you guys leave. He couldn't handle living there anymore. Too many memories of mom.

Your first day in 10th grade had started off like shit. You didn't know where to sit at lunch. You looked around the cafeteria and found an empty spot at a table with a few kids you heard laughing. All wearing identical shirts. As you made your way to the spot you tripped face first to the ground. Your lunch squished under you.

You heard laughing. While you struggled to get up, you slipped on some mashed potatoes. Falling backwards on your bottom. Bouncing a little. Your face now flushed with embarrassment then tears started to form in your eyes. You tried to fight them back and told yourself.

'Don't cry, not here, not on your first day.'

"Hey you should really watch where you're going miss piggy. You scuffed my shoe!" This pretty brunette girl in a cheer outfit scoffed.

She was standing with a few others who were laughing and pointing at you.

You dropped your eyes to the ground trying to figure how to get up without falling again. Suddenly you felt a hand grab you under your arm to help you up.

"Hey you ok? He ask softly.

"Y-yeah." You whispered.

You looked at him. A thin tall boy with a buzz cut wearing a black and white baseball tee with a cool looking logo on it. With the words Hellfire club just above it.

Your face flushed and he could tell you were about to cry.

You then saw him giving the laughing kids this type of death stare. And the laughing c'est. You took a quick glance around the room and noticed a look of fright on your peers faces.

"Hey. come on." He said while leading you out of the cafeteria.

He walked with you to the ladies room to make sure you got there alright and so you could clean up.

You were quiet. The silence was so loud as you two walked down the hall. You wanted to introduce yourself but couldn't find the courage to do so.

" I'm Eddie, Eddie Munson." He spoke out akwardly.

You remained quiet and felt like an ass for it.

"You're really shy huh?" Eddie asked.

You bit your lower lip out of nervousness feeling his eyes on you. You lifted your hand and gestured 🤏.

He let out a playful laugh. Then silence again.

"I'm y/n l/n" you said softly. " Uh thanks for umm helping me."

He was shocked when you finally said something.

"Sure thing. Kids out here can be kinda vicious." A very apologetic Eddie continued. " Sorry Sara tripped you."

" It's not your fault." you said looking at the side of Eddie's face.

He's cute. You thought.

A few more moments of silence passed. He took a couple of quick steps ahead of you and turned around to be in front of you. Walking slowly backwards. You looked a little worried at him. Afraid he might trip and fall too.

"Still sorry though."

He smiled in a way that made the corners of your lips turn upwards. Forgetting your previous thoughts.

The two of you stopped at the ladies restroom door. And you thanked him.

He then reached for the handle and opened the door for you. Doing a slight bow. "M'lady"

You let out a giggle. "Good sir."

You stepped forward when he started talk again.

"A real chatty Cathy." You said to yourself.

He grinned. "Hey if you want to find me at lunch on Monday. I'll introduce you to the fellas. And if you're up to it maybe... I can teach you what our club is all about. We are kinda into D & D.'

"You play dungeons and dragons? " Your question surprised him.

"You know about D & D?"

Your smile got just a bit bigger. " Meera Lang level 3 human knight at your service." You gave a quick nod.

Eddie freaked out. A girl. A girl who played D & D.

"Yeah you're definitely joining hellfire." He said. Not knowing how much that would mean to you later on.

Eddie and the guys really got you out of your shell. But sometimes you would just stay quiet so you could enjoy the conversations they had. Everyone was so funny and different. Especially Eddie. He would go on tangents about government conspiracies and how no one knew what real music was. Honestly you could listen to him talk forever.

It was a few weeks after you made friends with all the Hellfire guys. Eddie had set a shirt in front of you when you sat in the chair on his right.

"Hear yee hear yee!" Eddie proclaimed. Getting everyone's attention at the table." I present to you heathens our newest member." He held out both of his arms like if he was showing off a prize.

You blushed at the attention. Eyes widen as you looked at your new Hellfire shirt. Noticing the slight difference from all the matching ones. The sleeves were a dark green. Your favorite color. Not black like the others. You didn't know how Eddie knew that but, you couldn't contain your smile.

You ran your eyes over everyone, seeing the looks of approval. And turn to Eddie. " Thanks Munson."

His big brown eyes creased from the smile plastered on his face. He nodded officially welcome you to the club.

While picking up the shirt you looked down at the size.

A large.

Seeing it made you sink down a little in your chair. Eddie noticed the smile had faded from your face. He sat down and moved his chair close to you.

Leaning in enough so that he was just inches away. " What's wrong y/n?"

You felt a wave of nervousness rush over you. And you bit your lip. It was just a second later you released it. " It's not gonna fit." You said so low making sure that only Eddie would hear you.

"Shit!" Eddie matching your tone. " Sorry I -I should have asked. What size should I get? I can remake it."

Embarrassment filled you. You felt your face turning red. You put your hands on your lap and looked down out them. Fidgeting with your fingers. Then you saw Eddie's hand on top of yours making a flutter in your tummy. You felt a slight calming sensation run through your body. The feeling gave you the courage to look up at him. He had sorrowful look across his face.

" 2x." You said, feeling the anxiousness coming back. But his smile keeping it at bay.

" I got you, I'm sorry y/n." He spoke softly. Giving your hand a gentle squeeze before grabbing the shirt and the rest of his belongings.

" Hey Ed's, where ya going? " Gareth asked.

You watched as Eddie ignored him and made his exit.

He found you after school at the bike rack unlocking your bike. He jogged up so that he could catch you before you left. He reached out to take off your headphones.

You jumped and was relieved that it was Eddie standing there instead of one of the popular kids getting ready to say something harsh.

You reached down to pause the music.

"Sorry didn't mean to scare you."

" Hey." you uttered. " Where did you go earlier?"

His grin sent you into a frenzy. He pulled a new Hellfire shirt from where he was hiding it behind him. " This should fit."

You took it thankfully and smiled. " You remade it so fast." You said as you put down your kickstand to hold up your bike.

He lifted his arm to rub the back of his neck." Yeah. I'm sorry. I should have asked you what size you needed."

As soon as he finished, you step in is personal space and embrace him in a hug. The top of your head just under his chin.

Eddie was taking back for just a moment but he returned the hug. Both not caring if there were others around watching you two.

You hug for a few seconds before you realized your stomach was touching his. You start to pull away from the shame but you felt hin squeeze you a bit harder.

For some reasons you felt like he knew you need someone to accept you for all of you. Not to judge you for what's on the outside. And the few more seconds that he held on to you. You knew. He didn't care about your size. He was your friend. He accepted you.

And Eddie did. From that moment, he knew you needed a real friend. Someone who has your back and would be there whenever you needed it.

The rest was history.

The sound of laughter pulled you from your recollection.

Eddie strode up to the table where his little sheep were sitting. Shoulder length curls bouncing as he walked. All eyes on him in awww.

"You bring your own lunch Munson." You said not looking up from your tray.

He took his place at the head of the table turning his chair around so the back of it was to his front. He brought up his beat up metal lunch box and set it in front of him, opening the lid and pulling out a box of animal crackers.

"So? It's ridiculous. You shouldn't have to eat that garbage." Eddie declared, leaning towards you.

You look up and he's holding up the box of crackers to you offering some. Clearly he noticed that you only ate the peas. You looked at it for a moment trying to decide if you should.

"Please tell me you're not on that stupid diet still?" Eddie lowered his voice to make it so only you could hear. "You look great."

You glanced up to see a slight worried look in his eyes. It made your stomach turn just a little. Hating it when he did that. It made you feel some type of way you really didn't want to feel.

You didn't say anything and plucked a cookie, popping it in your mouth. You looked back at he and did a slight smile while chewing. He grinned back.

Everyone at the table was excited. Tonight was campaign night. The chatter interrupted your stare off with Eddie.

"Hey Eddie, you sure you can't give us any clues for tonight?" Dustin asked with what sounding like a small plead in his voice.

"Patience is a virtue Henderson." Eddie responded with a smirk on his face. " You're all in for a surprise tonight!"

All but you were sighing out awws.

Tonight was Friday night. D & D night. You've been helping Eddie work on paint his figures all week long while he worked hard on the campaign. He really did pour his all into this one. Normally, he has multiple campaigns ready to go. But this Wednesday he up and decided to writing a whole new one.

You had admired him while his head was in the advance copy of D & D. The way he had his tongue sticking out to the side while he furiously wrote in a note book. It made you wonder what it was like to feel it in your mouth. You stopped to shake away the thought and continued to paint.

Snapping back to the present. You hear him speaking to the rest of the gang. Telling them to be prepared for tonight.

You sat in silence listening to everything that was going on. Then you felt eyes on you. Eddie was looking at you with what looked like he was gonna tell you something. But, he didn't. Instead, he offered you more cookies and you took another.

Fuck! How am I gonna tell her? Eddie thought

"You really shouldn't." You told yourself.

But, you were hungry and you didn't want to hear anymore from Eddie.

You've been on this diet for months. Well technically, it wasnt much of a diet. You were just limiting your food intake. Which was barely anything. You also went on walks for exercise. Sometimes Eddie would join you. Until he got bored.

You wanted to loose weight because you got tired of hating how you felt in your own skin. Tired of the pig noises the cheerleaders and jocks would make towards you any time you passed them. Tired of not having a guy look at you the way Eddie looks at some of the girls he likes.

"Thanks bud." You said. Giving him a small smile.

Instead of eating it you put it down on your tray.

"Hey, do you need help setting up the board for tonight? You asked him. " I can come early if you like?"

Eddie smiled. " All done. I set up last night." He said, popping a few crackers in his mouth.

" Oh?"

"Yeah. Had to do it early. Have a hot date after school." he looked away and faked a smile.

Another date? 2 in one week. You thought.

"Geez Eddie. Getting around aren't we?" Gareth joked.

You let out a small laugh with everyone else. Though it made you a little sad.

"Got to make hast while the sun is shining." Eddie replied with a grin.

"It's not serious. She won't be mad." He said to himself.

Someone else made a comment. Causing Eddie to shove his hair back and chuckle.

You glanced at him, enjoying the sight of his curls bounce. With the sun shining through the window behind him, making him look like some sort of Saint. You could have sworn he was going in slow motion.

He noticed you staring.

Eddie eyed. "You're quieter than usual y/n. What's up?"

You quickly look back down at your tray trying to play it off. "Oh nothing Munson. Just uhh lost in thought. I-i um." You cut off and stood up. Gathering your things.

" Crap. Crap. I gotta go. I completely forgot... I have to go write 2 songs for Cast Outs." You said before headed off to the library for your free period.

Eddie and the others watched as you hurried away.

He just shrugges at the others. Him knowing how you get when it comes to writing. Hoping beyond hope that you don't find out his little secret.

...

You completely sucked at singing. But, you were really great at writing songs and poetry. You wrote alot for the all girl rock band you met one night at the Hideout. You were approached by the lead singer.

She asking if you could write them a couple of songs. Apparently Eddie had been hyping you up after you had wrote one for Corroded Coffin a few months back. The ladies loved your song so much that they asked for you to help write some from then on. So most of your free time was either writing or baking. Both being your stress release.

But, If you were to be entirely honest you really didn't want to hear anymore about Eddie's future endeavors. It hurt just a little too much this time.

Why am I feeling this way?

...

Eddie was waiting for you in front of the doors to help you carry the snacks you brought. You always came bearing stuff to munch on during a campaign.

You two set up the snack table with pretzels, popcorn, chips, cookies and pop. You pulled out a small Tupperware with carrots and celery just for yourself.

Eddie looked at you with a frown. " Oh come on y/n. You're not gonna have any cookies?"

You shook your head. " I'm good bud." You gave him a small smile, lifting the container a little.

Eddie started to protest. But you pulled out a bigger Tupperware out and handed it to him. " Here you go Munson. Fresh from the oven."

Eddie grinned and opened the container, sniffing the snicker doodle cookies you always made for him on campaign Fridays. You looked down in another bag and pulled out a carton of milk for him.

You held it out for him. " Here bud."

He took it with a smile. " Aww... you're too good to me y/n. " He then placed the hand that had the milk over his heart.

He leaned in and place a quick peck on your cheek, then turned to head to his throne quickly so you couldn't smack him. You loved it so much when he did that.

The little voice in your head shouted at you. "Stop that!"

" Eww Munson! Keep your lips to yourself!" You half shouted at him and wiped your cheek. Hoping he didn't catch that small smile you had right after he kissed you.

Dustin came next to you and huffed with a lisp. "Dammit! Eddie took the cookies already!? Hey Eddie you know y/n makes those for everyone!"

You both look at Eddie who looked so majestic in his chair. He was sticking out his tongue at the curly headed boy. You let out a giggle and pulled out another container of cookies. Setting it down on the table.

" Sweet!" Dustin let out before grabbing a few.

It made you smile knowing your friends loved your cookies. Especially Eddie.

After everyone filled up their small plates you went to your seat next to Eddie.

Crunching down on a carrot. " You really out did yourself on this one Munson."

Eddie took a swig of milk in-between bites of his favorite cookies. " Yep, isn't she a beauty?"

He stood up and wiped his lips with his sleeve. " Alright ladies and gents. It's time." He side eyed you when saying ladies. Fully knowing you were the only female there.

Everyone else made there way to their seats.

Eddie brushed his hair back, revealing an ugly purple bruise on his neck.

Really a hickey?! GROSS!

A touch of jealousy washed over you for a second but you shook it off.

Nope nope.

You picked up your character sheet and prepared for the battle that you knew was soon to begin.

...

As the campaign wrapped up, the guys all began to hoot and cheer.

"Awesome!" Mike and Lucas said in unison.

"Yeah crazy good." you added.

Eddie smirked at their applause. Taking a bow. " Thank you...thank you."

"Truly one of the best ones yet!" Dustin said in amazement.

You guys cleaned up and everyone started to head out a little while later.

" Ready?" Eddie asked, handing you his empty cookie container.

You nodded stuffing it into a bag.

You both hopped in his van and Eddie started the ignition. Turning up the volume to his mixed tape you made for him a little while after you two became friends. You couldn't believe he still had it.

He started drumming his callused fingers on the steering wheel with one hand while popping a cigarette into his mouth with the other. He was about to light it but you cleared your throat. Reminding him why he couldn't.

You watch him put it back in his pack.

Eddie looked over to you. " Sorry. I forgot princess."

You rolled your eyes. " Seriously bud. I swear you have the memory of a nat. Also, what did I say about calling me that Munson?"

You narrowed your eyes at him and lightly smack his arm.

"Geez L/n! I'm driving. Are you trying to get us killed?" He chuckled.

You glared at him. " I barely touched you!"

He just smiled and laughed.

You shook your head. You couldn't even be mad at him. So you ended up laughing with him. After apologizing for him not being able to smoke around you.

You honestly didn't care that he smoked. Actually you didn't mind at all. But if you smelled like smoke when your dad was around, he would have your ass.

You check the time on the dash and it was hitting a little close to 1 am.

Shit! Dad's gonna be pissed.

Eddie pulled up to your house before you knew it. You didn't live too far from the school. Even though you wished you did. Just so you can spend a little more time with him.

Eddie shut the van off and hopped out to open your door. " M'lady"

He's such a gentleman.

" Good sir." you responded, stepping down and out the van with your arms full with bags of empty Tupperware. He closed the door behind you and headed to the back of the van to pull out your bike.

You guys slowly walk up your driveway while Eddie belted out the lyrics to Don't Fear The Reaper. You watched him with joy. However, you needed to get him to stop.

He did stop singing after you shush him.

" Munson please. You'll wake up the neighborhood."

" Well, they need some good music in their lives. Who am I to deny them such pleasure?" Eddie turning lifting his arm in the air.

So dramatic this one is.

You shook your head but couldn't help your lips from grinning.

Finally at the front door you put the bags down to look for your keys. Eddie went to set down your bike.

"Still heading to the Hideout tomorrow?

You looked up at him " Of course. Can't let my best friend perform with out his number 1 supporter." You paused for a second." Umm...pick me up at 7?"

" Yes ma'am!" He said raising his hand to salute you.

Your eyes caught the deep purple bruise on his neck again. You stood there in silence for a moment. Hanging your head.

Why does it hurt seeing that?

Eddie looked at you tilting his head to the side. " What's up?"

Your eyes shot up to meet his big brown ones.

" A hickey Munson? Seriously?"

His left arm moved to the back of his neck. The quick shine from the front porch light reflecting off his rings moved across your face.

He let out a sigh "Oh uh yeah. Things kinda got out of hand."

Shit! Shit! Shit! He thought. Please don't ask who...

" You don't say?" You replied sarcastically.

" Uhhh...You don't know y/n. Man. She was kissing on my neck and grinding on top of me. And- and she did this thing with her hips-"

You raised up you hand cutting him off. " Uh... Eww. That's enough."

Eddie chuckled. " Sorry."

Just then you heard your dad calling out.

Eddie sighed in relief to himself.

"Shit!" you said as you turned your head to the door. " He sounds drunk. Better head out of here bud. You know know how he gets when he's had a few."

You look back at him with pleading eyes. He nodded and gave you a quick hug and headed back to his van.

You picked up the bags and let yourself into the living room. Closing and locking the door behind you.

"Hey dad... I'm home." You placed your keys in the ceramic bowl you made for your dad when you were 10. As a father's day gift.

You walked to the kitchen and saw your father sitting at the table, refilling a glass with what looked like whiskey.

" Where have you been? Do you have any idea what time it is?"

" Yeah dad. I'm sorry. I- should have called. The campaign went on a little longer than planned. I'm sorry."

You set the bags down on the counter and turned to look at him.

He got up from his seat. Stumbling to stand up straight. With the drink in his hand, he made his way towards you.

" Don't lie to me. You were out being a filthy slut weren't you!?" His words slurred.

Your eyes widen from the shock of what he just said.

" DAD NO!" You shouted.

" Out being a whore! Just like your cunt of a mother!"

" DAD?!"

He swings back his drink and slams the empty glass on the counter next to the bags. After breaking the cup he grabs both of your arms.

"DAD PLEASE!" You begged trying to get out of his grasp.

He pulled back a little. " YOU WILL NOT BE LIKE THAT BITCH! DO YOU HEAR ME?"

He then position his arm to the side and the back of his hand strikes you across the face.

Your eyes swell with tears immediately from the pain. Your cheek was suddenly red hot from the hit. Your father released his grip on you and stepped back. Staring at you for a few moments.

You saw the instant regret in his eyes. He didn't say anything. He just turned around, stopped for a second and walked to the living room to plop himself on the couch. He was out before you could process what just happened.

He has never did that. He yelled. He always yelled. But, never in your 18 years has he ever lift a finger towards you.

You looked at the date on the fridge and sighed. It was his and mom's anniversary. As tears fell from your face you grabbed ice and wrapped it with a towel to pressed it against your cheek. You flinched from the pain. But held it there. You quickly cleaned up the glass and went upstairs to your room. You walk in and locked your door. While sitting on the bed you sobbed quietly.

A minute passed and you jumped at the sound of tapping on your window. You quickly wiped your tears away.

You look over and recognized your frizzy hair friend. You went to opened the window. " Munson what the hell are you doing here?"

You turned to hide the bruise that was forming on your cheek and hid the ice pack behind you.

" I wanted to check to see if you were ok." He said, climbing into your room. Closing the window after.

You move to your record player and turn it on. To muffle the sound of your voices. You didn't want to wake up your dad after what just happened. Then you hid the ice pack in your desk drawer. Hoping Eddie didn't see you do it.

He moved towards you. " y/n?"

You could feel his presence lingering just a few feet from you. You slump your shoulders and wrapped your arms around to hug yourself. Swallowing the lump that was building in your throat. Just so you can speak.

"I'm g-good Munson."

Even you weren't convinced as it came out of your mouth.

You felt Eddie's big hand on your shoulder.

Without taking a second to think. You turned and hugged him. Crying into his chest. Tears staining his his Hellfire shirt.

He wrapped his arms around you tightly. "Y/n what's wrong? Y/n Please. . . Please talk to me." The concern in his voice hurt your heart.

He pushed you back slightly and cupped your chin. Trying to get you to look at him. The cold from his rings sent a chill down your spine.

You resisted for a moment. But eventually gave in and looked up. Meeting his gaze.

Eddie dropped his hand to your shoulder and his eyes widen. Fury replaced the sadness that you just saw.

"HE HIT YOU! HE FUCKING HIT YOU?! THAT MOTHER FUCKER!"

The anger in his voice frighten you. You never heard him so angry.

"Shhhh please!" You begged. " You'll wake him."

"I DONT CARE! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HIM!?"

He moved away from you and head for the door. You grabbed his hand and squeeze it. Tugging him back.

" Eddie..." you paused. "please."

The sound of you voice made him stop in his tracks. You didn't used his nickname. It's always either bud or Munson. Even when you were mad at him, you would use his full legal name. Which is when he knew he fucked up. Never Eddie though.

" Please dont. You'll just make it worst." You whimpered.

He hung his head. "He shouldn't be hitting you y/n."

" He didn't mean to. It's just- it's his and mom's anniversary. He... He was just really drunk."

" That's NOT an excuse." He said way harsher than he meant to.

He turned to you and lifted his hand up to cup your cheek that wasn't hurt and furrowed his brow. "Y/n that's not okay...This isn't okay."

"I-I know." you sighed putting your hand on his. You dropped your gaze down to the floor. " He never did this before. You should've seen his face after. He- he didn't mean it." Fresh tears rolled down your face.

The words made Eddie pull you back into his arms. " What do you want me to do? What should I do?"

A few moments passed.

"Please stay with me." You said just above a whisper.

He place a soft kiss on the top of your head and agree.

You didn't bother putting on pajamas. Instead, you kicked off your shoes and climbed into bed. You then watched as Eddie took off his leather jacket and set it down on your desk chair. He sat at the edge of the bed and took off his Reeboks. He then climbed under the covers and pulled you into him. Allowing you to resting your head on his chest.

Tears ran over the bridge of your nose onto his shirt.

" It's ok y/n. I'm here. I got you." He said while rubbing your back and holding you a little tighter. " I'm here."

The words eased the sudden stab of insecurity you had of him touching your back rolls.

You loved your best friend. He always made you feel safe and made the pain in your heart hurt just a little less every moment you spent with him. His voice calmed your anxiety. His touch was like the magic cure for your nerves. His presence just made your life brighter.

As you laid wrapped in Eddie's strong arms, drifting into a deep slumber. His heart beat being the sweetest of lullaby's. It all became clear to you now. You wished it could just stop. All of the thoughts you shoved down or tried to shake off for so long. All the hugs you've shared. The nights you've stayed together. The laughs. After all this time...You knew you were in love with your best friend. You were in love with Eddie Munson...

Well shit!

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Peaches -Part 6

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➻Warnings 18+:

car sex, pregnancy sex, nipple play, creampie, dirty talk, squirting , face slapping, bath sex, clitoral play, choking, fingering, begging, cum coaching.

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“So you want to start again?” You blinked at him, leaning across the table of the restaurant. His hands were rubbing yours with his.

“Yes, I want to properly give us a go. I know I haven’t been the best person to you but Peaches.” He smiled, interrupted by the waiter.

Sighing with irritation, you read out your order to the waiter. Joe’s hands were still in yours, waiting until he left the table.

“What were you going to say?” You sighed impatiently.

The feeling of repetition with no change circled your body, Joe had been telling you that he wanted to change since he saw the ultrasound. You were worried that he’d leave you again.

“I was going to say that I love you and I want to love and grow with our baby” he smiled at you, your heart fluttered at the words “our baby”

Your expression softened, you felt yourself unable to be mad at him. You did love him, you’ve always loved him.

“I love you too Joe, but I’m serious. If you want this to work, well.. we need to move in together” you lips pursed together as you looked him up and down.

“Live together?” He repeated your words, his face drained of his smile.

“Yes Joe, it’s a baby. Not an animal, i will have Emily but I need you as well” you sighed, letting go of his hands.

Your attention turned to the waiter who was balancing your starters on a tray, thanking him as you turned back to Joe. Your mouth full of food as you rolled your eyes, wondering if you’d ever get an answer from him.

Deciding to change the subject, you asked Joe about any upcoming projects.

“I have a conference/meet and greet thing in New Orleans this weekend and well.. i was thinking of asking you to come with me” he paused to take a sip of his drink before smiling at you.

“You want me to come to New Orleans with you?” Almost choking on your food, you stared at him.

“I always miss you so much when I go alone and we’d be able to spend more time together” his eyes were full of hope and excitement.

“I will have to think about it and speak to my doctor tomorrow. You are coming with me aren't you?” You questioned, raising your eyebrows at him.

He nodded and continued to eat his food, allowing the waiter to take his place once he had finished. His hands were once again entangled with yours as the waiter reappeared.

Announcing the dessert order for the table, as you went to dismiss the dessert. Joe nodded and thanked the waiter.

“I ordered a peach pie for us to share, well mainly for you” He brought his fork up to the pie and circled it around your mouth. Shoving it through your lips, making it coat your face with cream.

“Joe, you got this for me” you laughed, melting as you looked at him taking a bite.

He nodded with a smile and wink, the running joke of peach themed items still made you melt.

“Of course I did, Peaches” his smile making you swoon as you both finished the pie.

Walking to the car hand in hand, the cool air hitting your face. Joe touched your shoulders, stopping you for a minute to look at you.

“Peaches, I want you to know that if things don’t work out between us. I will always be here for you as a friend, i will also love that baby so much” he rambled, the wine had clearly gone to his head.

“Shut up Joe” you smiled and pulled him into a kiss, your hands stroking his beard softly as your lips explored.

He continued to fight his words against your lips but gave up as you pushed him against the car door. Your hands sliding down to belt buckle, his hands fumbled to open the back door as you fell in with him.

“We shouldn’t be doing this here” he mumbled breathlessly.

“Why not? Your windows are blacked out” you groaned as his trousers were hoisted down to his ankles.

Your legs either side of him as you grinded on his cock, it grew harder and harder with every movement. Your silk dress feeling nice against his skin, his hands squeezing your engorged milky tits.

“Fuck, Peaches. You look so hot being pregnant” he groaned as he squeezed your nipples, bringing them up to his lips and sucking on them.

His cock pushing against your wet cunt, pulling your underwear quickly and sliding yourself down onto his cock. Both gasping as he filled up around your walls, you were already wet from the hormones.

“You going to fuck my pregnant cunt? Make your cum drip out of me, suck on my nipples to see if milk comes out. Huh?” You growled, raising your hand up to his face and slapping him softly.

He groaned at the sensation, his hands guiding you up and down on his cock. The car shook with vibrations as you moaned loudly, the tip of his cock hitting your soft spot.

“I’m going to watch my cum drip out of you, oh fuck. Peaches” his moans were muffled as he buried his lips between your nipples.

Sucking hard on them, you groaned as his teeth grazed them. Bouncing hard on his cock, your sweaty skin slapping together as your dress covered around your bum.

His hands reaching round to pinch your bum until it’s red with marks, your hands pulling his hair. Letting each bit of hair fall out between your fingers as your clit hit his pelvic bone.

“Oh Peaches, you gotta slow down. I could cum any second” he moaned pathetically into your nipples, still sucking hard on them.

“Yeah? You’re going to cum in me?” You whined, speeding up. Rocking your hips back and forth, your eyes shut tightly as your hands slid down his body.

Groaning “fuck” under your breath as his tip hit your soft spot, your body twitching as you grew closer to cumming. His moans vibrated against your skin as you felt his cock tense inside you, continuing your pace until you felt him empty his hot load inside you.

“Oh you’re such a good boy for cumming in me. Good job I let you cum, you have been naughty recently haven’t you?” You moaned against his lips.

He nodded his head weakly, his hands still squeezing your nipples as you rode yourself through your orgasm. Gasping loudly as you felt yourself squirt hard on his cock, rocking back and forth. Making sure his seats were stained with your cum.

“Fuck, I’ve missed having sex with you” you laughed, panting as your body fell onto his.

His hands stroking your hair, kissing the top of your head.

“I’ve missed you Peaches” he smiled at you.

You stayed there together until the condensation had disappeared from the windows, he helped you change. Kissing your stomach, under clothing and over.

His hands held yours tightly as they slipped around your waist and pushed you through the front door. Sighing with both exhaustion and relief, you put your feet up on the sofa. Joe rushed around before bringing you some hot tea and placing your head in his lap.

His hands stroked your hair until you felt yourself drift off to sleep, you felt safe and calm in his lap.

You awoke in the morning, in your bed. Joe’s arms were holding you tightly, his hands were curved around your stomach pressed close to the baby.

Your anxious feelings were still bubbling around in your body, the trip he suggested was floating around in your mind and as he woke up and rolled over to you.

“Joe, I’m nervous about the doctor's appointment” your voice shook as he squeezed your stomach, his deep brown eyes stared back at you.

‘’I’ll be there Peaches, now let me go make some food. All you need to do is relax’’ he kissed you, you stared at him as he began to get changed.

Relax.

That word haunted you as you picked out your outfit for the day, as you stared at the clothing in front of you. Something felt off, sighing you moved all the clothes off onto the floor and collapsed onto the bed.

You thought about the complications of going on the trip to New Orleans with Joe, your first long trip away from home. The idea of being alone with Joe and surrounded with his fans, the jealousy that flowed through your veins made you feel more nervous.

As your hand touched your stomach, you felt light movements against your skin. Gasping as you realized that the baby was kicking, giggling at the sensation. Your anxiety faded away as you threw on a dressing gown and rushed downstairs, calling Joe’s name in excitement.

Grabbing his hands as the baby continued to kick against your stomach, watching his eyes lit up as he felt the baby. You began to feel closer to him as the gap shortened between you both, your lips aching to touched as he bent down and kissed you. The pan was placed firmly on the counter as his hands cupped your face and pushed your bodies closer, moaning onto his lips in the middle of the kitchen.

You felt how you did the first time he kissed you, young and naive. Completely seduced by Joe, your childhood best friend.

‘’Come on Peaches, you gotta eat’’ he smiled against your lips, picking up the pan and placing the pancakes on the plates in front of you.

‘’Joe, I wish you could just fuck me here instead’’ you whined, trying to pull him back into that kiss again.

He laughed, the plates steaming with heat as he grabbed you by your cheeks and picked you up. Squealing with laughter, hitting his back to put you down as he carried you to your seat. Pushing the plate closer to your noise, instructing you to eat. Your thighs grew wetter by the second, the look in his eyes made you melt as you took a bite of your food.

The clothes on your floor were neatly tucked into your wardrobe as Joe assembled another outfit for you as you sat crossed legged on the bed in a huff. The clock was ticking, your appointment dawning on you as you played with nails.

Joe leant forward with an outfit on two hangers and kissed you, pushing you onto the bed and straddling you.

‘’I love you Peaches, everything is going to be okay. I’m here for you’’ he whispered to you, smiling against your lips.

You nodded, kissing him once more and taking the outfits from his hands and sizing them up against your body. He sat on the bed admiring you, smirking at you in the mirror as you dropped the dressing gown onto the floor.

The outfit looked perfect, you felt ready for the day ahead as you took his hand in yours. The bright daylight of London hit your face, squeezing his hand tightly as you climbed into the blacked out car.

Sitting in the hospital, his finger rubbed against yours for support as you waited to be called into the room. Your leg bounced up and down as another parent smiled at you, rubbing their stomach delicately as they thanked the doctor.

Lying in the hospital bed as the nurse rubbed the familiar solution on your stomach, Joe was captivated by the screen of your baby on the screen.

‘’Would you like to know what your baby is today?’’ the nurse posed the question to you both.

You nodded looking at Joe who was nodding quickly too, you were nervous. The pregnancy was still a shock but as you waited for the pictures to be printed out you, your mind was floating with what colours to paint the nursery when the nurse walked through the door clutching an envelope with a smile on their face.

Handing it to you, as you squeezed it in your hands. You smiled at Joe, he thanked the nurse and walked you out the hospital. As you sat in the car next to him, you thought about the first time you and Joe saw a pregnancy scan.

‘’So Joe, Peaches. This is what a baby looks like’’ their mum bent down to your height, placing a black and white photograph in your hands.

You were 9 years old, standing in the living room of your best friend's house. Joe’s hand was on your arm as he peered at the photograph in front of you, the photo wasn’t 100% clear as you rotated it upside down to figure out what it was.

‘’It’s a baby girl, look there are her legs’’ their mum laughed lightly, pointing at the photo for you both to see.

You remember being confused but excited. Joe's giggles echoed in your ear as he pointed to the baby’s legs, mumbling ‘’they look silly’’ into your ear making you laugh with him.

‘’Is it like a little Peaches?’’ Joe asked curiously, he had seen photos of you when you were baby and obviously thought of the same thing.

Standing with him in your living room, in the same position. Your heart fluttered with the same excitement and confusion, his hand was stroking your arm as you stared at your own baby in your hands. You gasped as you read the baby’s gender, tears filled in your eyes. It almost felt like fate.

‘’It’s a little Peaches’’ Joe whispered, smiling against your head. Watching you laugh at his words, he remembered the same interaction as you stared at your baby.

‘’Yes, Joe it is. A baby girl’’ you smiled at him, tears in your eyes as he leant down to kiss you. Cupping your face, pushing you closer to the sofa until the baby scan photos fell onto the floor.

His body pressed onto you, kissing you passionately against the sofa.

‘’Joe, I forgot to ask about going away’’ you pushed him away in shock, muscling your way out from underneath him and rushing to grab your phone.

He sighed, tucking his throbbing cock back between his boxers and sat down. Watching as you paced the living room, waiting for your nurse to pick up.

You spoke to them for an hour, going over your fears and worries. You felt slightly disappointed that everything would be fine if you traveled, you were slightly hoping that you wouldn’t have to go.

Smiling wearily at Joe, you nodded to indicate that everything was okay. He rushed over to you and picked you up, covering your body with kisses making you giggle.

He placed you back on the ground with a smile, kissing you once more before rushing off to make arrangements with his agent. You sunk into the sofa, thinking about the weekend ahead.

As you reached over and picked up the baby scan off the floor, you sighed. Your thoughts changed into the idea that this was compromising for him, moving his life into yours.

The day flew by, Joe hurried about on the phone. Occasionally stopping to kiss you and check up on you, Emily helped you pack. Telling you how jealous she was of you and that she needed photographs and videos.

She was thrilled for you about the baby but she knew that she was something you weren’t telling her. Rather than pushing it, she hugged you and carried your cases down the stairs.

Staying with you until the airport where she hugged you tight and kissed your cheek, Joe’s hand replaced hers. Your body shaking with fear, you had never been on a long haul flight.

Joe soothed you through the bustling airport until you were taken to first class, he helped you settle into the lying seats. His hand still in yours as you chose a film, relaxing more as you felt safe with him by your side.

You slept throughout the flight, Joe made sure you were comfortable throughout. He ate all the food he ordered for you that went cold, his hand was in yours as you wandered through the American airport hours later.

Rushes of people with cameras and loud voices hurried over to you both, his security covered you. Joe threw a scarf over your face as you were led out into the bustling American street where more paparazzi were surrounding. The sound of fans screaming and waving things startled you but with Joe’s arm around you, you were able to make it into the secured car.

The hotel was calm and relaxing, Joe had run you a bath. Allowing you to calm down for a second before joining you, sliding over to side with your back facing his chest. You began to grind your ass on his cock, slowly feeling it get harder and harder.

His moans vibrated against your back, your legs spread apart as his hand reached down to touch your clit. Rubbing it in circular motions, water splashing against your stomach. His hand slid down to your open, playing with it until it practically swallowed his finger whole. Groaning into his ear as your hips bucked against him, his cock was throbbing against your ass as your cunt got wetter and wetter.

His finger moving rapidly in and out of you with his other hand toying with your clit until you felt yourself cum hard into the water, forcing his finger out of your pussy.

You climbed onto his cock in desperation, both of you gasped as he filled you up with his cock. Feeling it throb inside you as he held onto your hips tightly, holding you down as he began to thrust inside you. Mumbling ‘fuck’ into your ear, your hand playing with your clit as you moved your hips upwards on his cock gasping at every movement.

‘’God Peaches, you feel so good to be inside. I love how horny you are’’ he moaned, his hands moved from your hips and squeezed your tits tightly. Gasping at the sight of them, thrusting harder into your dripping wet cunt.

The water splashed out of the tub as he moved quickly, the tip of cock hitting your soft spot over and over. Whining into his neck as your eyes began to roll back.

‘’Fuck Joe, can I cum please?’’ you whined loudly, his cock pounding into you hard.

He just groaned, pinching your nipples hard before squeezing your throat hard. As you mumbled the question again, he knew you were close.

‘’I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you’’ he smirked, squeezing harder on your throat as you wheezed ‘please’, tears falling down your cheek.

He let go of your throat, your voice all hoarse as you rocked back and forth on his cock. Your clit throbbing as your hands loosely dangled by your side. His cock twitching furiously inside you as you moved his tip against your soft spot.

‘’Please Joe, I need to cum’’ whining hoarsly, your eyes tightly closed as he groaned loudly.

‘’Since you said please, I will let you Peaches’’ he groaned, his fingers playing with your clit as your body shook he began to thrust harder and inside you.

‘Fuck’’ you moaned loudly as you felt yourself cum hard around his cock, the water splashing against your stomach.

He groaned as your body grew tired from cumming, rocking slowly back and forth again on his cock. He twitched against your walls, his eyes tightly shut gripping onto your skin as he moved closer and closer to his orgasm.

‘’Cum for me Joe, fill this pregnant cunt up with your cum until it drips out’’ you gasped, his strokes were hard and slow.

His body shook violently against yours, loudly moaning ‘fuck’ against your neck. Rocking inside you, his tip twitched as he came hard inside you. Gasping as he stayed inside you until his cock grew limp and slid out of you.

Holding each other close in the cum mixed water for a few moments before Joe got out first, helping you out and into a towel. Matching bathrobes as you collapsed onto the queen sized bed, cuddling up to him as the television played an old film.

The next day was busy, you slept in until Joe’s soothing voice woke you. He was fully dressed, his hair was falling across his face as he kissed you. His chain dangled from his neck, his white shirt illuminating his features, he looked good.

Smiling sleepily, the ordered room service was perched at the end of the bed, he sat next to you rubbing your legs softly.

‘’Peaches, you can stay here today if you don't want to be around lots of people. I’m meeting lots of fans today so it could get alot for you’’ he smiled softly at you, his eyes were tired but gazed at you.

‘’No Joe, you asked me to be here for you. So I will’’ you croaked, laughing at your voice as you sat up.

He stayed by your side as you ate, reassured you when you changed your outfit many times. Your hand in his as you made your way to the center, your nerves were making you shake as you edged closer. The familiar noise of fans and camera got louder as the car parked around the back, the people rushed you both inside quickly to avoid the queues. Joe waved at a few people who stood silently at the barrier, they squealed loudly as you both disappeared inside.

After a tiresome morning, you rested on the chairs in the backstage area. As Joe finished one of his panels, Joe’s long blue jacket that he carried over his shoulder all day was placed over you. One of his security members waited on you as you slept, your baby kicking your stomach at every mention of Joe.

As Joe sat at that final panel of the day, he thought about you. The cool breeze of the open center chilled him, the American fan stood at the microphone and cleared their throat. He watched them shift their nerves as they began to speak, expecting a mundane question about his favourite scene or something. He was surprised when they asked about you.

“Who is that person with you? You look close” their voice echoed across the room.

Joe’s face lit up at the mention of you, he instantly smiled and blushed.

“Well yes, we are close. She’s my best friend, my soulmate and my lover” he blushed at his own words.

Wanting to say more but he stopped himself, the fan thanked Joe for his time and disappeared into the crowd.

After the session ended Joe was escorted out into the backstage room where you lay comfortably on the sofa, his jacket still draped over you. He picked you up, cradling you in his arms as he hid you from the fans and paparazzi with his jacket.

You slept in the hotel room for the whole of Sunday whilst Joe went to another meeting. Still oblivious to his description of you at the conference yesterday, little did you know that fans were obsessed over you and slightly jealous.

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eddiemunson-fanfic · 2 years

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My cheerleader

Joseph Quinn x plus size F!Reader

PSA: I know some details are off, if you think about the timeline for when he got the role, but I hope it works out either way.

Warnings: none? please tell me if there is!

Summary: You're bestfriends with Joseph Quinn, and you wouldn't change it for the world. You have always supported him in his journey at becoming an actor. You've been friends since you were kids, and you've always been by eachother's side. One day he gets an email about a job offer, and it makes him excited, but he wont tell you anything about the job at all.

You were hanging out as you usually were. It didn’t really matter where you were, as long as you were hanging out together. He was lying between your legs, his favourite spot because your thighs were soft to his face. He borrowed one of your t-shirts after his shower, that was a normal thing for you, because he felt more comfy in your oversized t-shirts but his own. So he was lying there with just some boxers on and your t-shirt. You found it a bit funny that he liked your clothes, but you thought it was cute either way.

Sadly you didn’t fit into his clothes so you could borrow some of his, and he noticed it after a while, bought some oversized sweaters and t-shirts so you could borrow from him when you were at his place. You used to shower at each other's house, and you kept some clothes at his place, and he kept some clothes at your place. It got a bit weird if either of you had company tho, but you both proudly played it off as if it was your siblings' clothes. Because that was what you normally thought of the relationship you had. Just siblings, close siblings who did everything for one another.

While he laid between your thighs, he was trying to place some game on your xbox, a new game that came out a few weeks ago called Stray. You both were really into the game, and you helped him if he didn’t understand what he was gonna do. If there was a very difficult part of the game, you took your phone and googled for him, and told him what he had to do. And when there wasn’t anything special happening in the game, you scrolled on tiktok, tumblr or instagram, trying to show him a funny meme or tiktok if you found one.

He tapped your thigh with his arm, and you squished his head, which made him laugh. He knew how ticklish your thighs were, but still he did things that tickled you, after all the warnings you’ve given him. He laughed while his head got smushed. He paused the game, and held onto your thighs with both his hands. You could feel the warmth from his hands, and it gave you goosebumps. You loved how warm he was, especially when you were cold. He was your personal little heating pad whenever you needed it.

“If you keep squishing, I’m gonna die a happy man” he laughed, struggling to speak because you were squishing his face to the point where he could barely open his mouth to speak. You laughed, and let go after a while. He sat up and turned his face to you, smiling. You smiled back.

“What?” you laughed, getting shy with the attention he suddenly gave you. “Nothing, you’re just beautiful” he said, smiling, getting up and walking to the kitchen. The flirting from him was normal, so you didn’t really think much of it. But being called beautiful, it hit something deep inside of you. Especially when it came from your Joe. All the girls he hooked up with were so damn beautiful. You’ve seen almost everyone. Their perky, small beautiful tits, their small stomach, their tiny body in general. Nothing compared to how blubby you felt. If you guys were hanging out with either of your friends, they always tried to tell you he flirted with you, but you just scoffed it off. You knew he didn’t mean anything with it but to be his charming old self.

He could make any girl cream their pants, especially when he did his signature wink and smiled. It even made you feel some sort of way, but you scoffed it off every time. You didn’t want it to ruin your relationship. You’ve known eachother since you were 5 and he was 8. You lived across from one another, and he was the boy next door who always watched out for you. He’s been like a big brother to you the entire time.

You got dragged out of your thoughts, feeling Joe’s breath on your neck which made you flinch. You hated it, and he knew it. He laughed when you reacted just like he’d hoped for.

“Jesus Joe!” you exclaimed, holding onto the cushion on your couch while you flew forward in the couch trying to get away from him. “You know you’re not allowed to sneak up on me like that jerk!” he just laughed, tears filling his eyes from laughing to hard.

“I’m sorry sweetie, but I just had to” he laughs, and the way he is standing seems like he’s about to piss himself from laughter. You glare at him, but give in and start laughing too. It ends up with both of you laying on the floor, laughing together, not able to control yourself. And when you think you’re done laughing? You look at eachother and laugh even more.

“Joe, Joe, I can’t” you breathe, trying to control your laughter, but to no luck. You get up and run to the toilet, almost peeing yourself from laughter. The laughing dies almost down while you’re sitting on the toilet laughing for yourself, trying to calm down. Joe walks to the bathroom, and knocks on the open door. You look at where he’s standing, chuckling, while holding his hand across his face, trying to give you some privacy while you’re on the toilet.

“I hope you’re only peeing” he chuckles, and you laugh at him. “Of course, Joe” you say, and he relaxes, but still holds his hand across his eyes so he doesn’t look directly at you.

“I was just wondering if you wanted something to eat actually, because you got nothing in your fridge” he said, and you could feel your stomach growl while he spoke. “I’m starving” you said, which made him smile.

“Chinese?” he asked, knowing it was your favourite. You smiled, and chuckled at him, finishing on the toilet, and washing your hands. You walked towards him, pushing him a bit with laying your hands on his stomach, because he was standing in the way for you so you could get out of the bathroom. You could feel he tightened his muscles under your touch, which made you take your hands away fast. “‘M sorry” you said, looking down at the ground. You knew he had a problem with being touched like that, but always seemed to forget sometimes.

He took your hands in his, and lifted them towards his lips, kissing your knuckles softly, making you look into his chocolate brown eyes. “It’s okay” he said, smiling at you. “So, chinese?” he said, smiling at you, still holding your hands in his. You nodded enthusiastically, which made him smile. He swung you around in his arms, making you giggle, while he swung you into his embrace in a hug. You hugged him back, and just smiled. You loved when he was cuddly like this. He knew how much you loved to cuddle, and whenever you needed some cuddles, you could always send him a message, and he’d be at your door as fast as he could. Sometimes you even fell asleep in his arms, and woke up with him holding you close the morning after.

“You wanna eat out, or take in?” he said, holding onto you, stroking your back which he knew you loved. “Mm” you said, almost falling asleep in his arms. He chuckled, and led you to your bedroom. He made you lay down in your bed, and he kissed your forehead. “I’m gonna order, and you can just relax while I get it, okay?” he said, turning off your bedside lamp, walking away, earning a soft “mhm” from you in return while you got cosy in bed.

When he came back, he came to wake you up, and you smiled up at him when your eyes met his. “Dinner?” you smiled at him, making him nod down at you. “Come” he said, handing you a hand helping you up. You took it, and he led you into your dining area. He had sat your dining table with two plates, some lit candles, and made it cosy just the way he could. He even went to the liquor store and bought your favourite drink.

“The girl that gets you, are so damn lucky” you said, laughing at how red he got by your compliment. “You think so?” he smiled, helping you sit down at your end of the table. You could smell the food, and smiled. “Oh shit, you got my favourite?” you said, looking up at him with wonder. It gave him an even huger tint of red across his face. “Of course, anything for my favourite girl in the world” he said, leaning down behind you and kissing your cheek.

“Bro, of course” you said, making him chuckle while he walked to his spot at the table, sitting down and lifting his glass up to clink with yours. You clinked glasses and started to eat.

“After this, I’m making my famous muffins, just for you” you said, looking at him, which made him grin huge. “You for real?” he exclaimed, and you just nodded at him. He kicked his feet under the table and squealed. “It’s been so long!” he said, making you laugh by his actions.

You sat mostly in silence and ate your food, until you remembered something he told you last week. “How did the phone call go by the way?” you said, looking at him. Last week he got an email about a job opportunity from his manager, and it made him very excited. He had been in some few plays the past few years, but he said that this could be his opportunity to get big. He looked up at you and smiled.

“If they like my introduction video, I’ll be flying over next week to audition!” he smiled, and you squealed. You jumped up from your chair and ran over to him, and he laughed, shoving himself away from the table and met you on the way up from his chair. He spun you around the best he could. Even if he was more petite than you, he was very strong, and could actually lift you to your surprise. “That is so amazing” you exclaimed, holding onto him, and he hugged you closer. You could feel his entire body vibrate from him chuckling, which made you giggle.

“You’re my biggest cheerleader, you know that?” he said, laughing. “It makes me so happy that you support me so much” he said, putting you down, and holding you at arms length. You looked at him and grinned. “Of course I support you!” you said, pushing his chest lightly to make a point. “You deserve every role you want!” you said, making him laugh and you could see he got red by your compliment. “You’re an amazing actor, and the entire world deserves to know” you said, and hugged him again. He exhaled a breath he didn’t know he held in, while he relaxed in your arms.

“It’s gonna be such a stressful week” he said, huffing. It made you hug him tighter, if it even were possible. “You can call me anytime of the day, and I’ll be there for you” you said, and he relaxed even more. “I don’t know what I’d do without you” he said, exhaling a deep breath. You kissed his cheek before you pulled away, holding him at arm's length. “I’ll be here for you no matter what, Joe” you said, and it made him smile, pulling you in for another hug. “You wanna finish the food?” he asked you after a while of just standing there and hugging each other, and you nodded.

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The week passed, and the production for the show he was gonna audition for loved his introduction video. You were of course with him when he got the call that he was gonna be flied down next monday. It’s sunday, and you’re trying to enjoy the last day together before he’s off for work, and you’re not able to meet each other or see each other in person in a very long time. You can feel that Joe is very nervous about it, and he is all over the place as he’s trying to pack some stuff he needs.

You’re seated on his couch scrolling through some stuff on his xbox, before you see him stumbling in his own feet, trying to go around his apartment, collecting his stuff that he needs with him. You walk up to him, and stop him in his tracks. “Stop, breathe” you tell him, he looks down at you, and relaxes once his eyes are meeting yours. He exhales, and you can feel his hot breath on your face. “Dude, brush your teeth, jesus” you exclaim, laughing, holding your nose. It makes him laugh, and you clap your own shoulder for making him think about something else.

“Fuck you” he says, and you laugh, looking at him. You give him a twirl. “Oh, my outfit that nice today?” you tease him, and he laughs more, walking into his bathroom to brush his teeth. You follow him, and look at him when he picks up his toothbrush. “You know I was kidding?” you say, looking at him, leaning against the door. He looks at you and shakes his head. “I hate you” he says, and you just nod your head.

“Oh, so I should just leave then?” you say, pointing to the door, and he almost crashes into you, holding you close. “No” he simply says. You snake your hands around his waist and laugh, holding onto him. You snuggle into his chest, and inhale. “You smell wonderful, you always do, sorry” you say, and he chuckles, kissing the top of your head. “Thank you darling” he says. “I need to finish getting ready, and then we can watch a movie?” he asked, and you nodded.

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You talked to Joe on facetime last night, and he told you that he just landed, and just came to his hotel room. He told you that he missed you, and wished that you could be there with him. You agreed, and showed him your dog who had taken his place in your lap. “You bastard, that’s my lap!” he said, scolding your dog, which made you giggle. “Relax, it’s your lap whenever you’re here” you giggle. He lays down in bed and exhales. “I hope I get the role” he says, looking up to the ceiling. “You will” you say, looking at him. He looked at you and smiled. “I love you, my sweet cheerleader” he said, smiling, yawning. “Get some sleep, and we’ll talk tomorrow, okay?” you say, making him nod.

“Good night, Joe” you say, making him smile. “Good night, Y/N” he smiles, blowing you a kiss before ending the call.

~~~~~~~~

The time went, and by Thursday you have not heard from Joe as much as you’d like to. But you knew he had a lot to do, and he told you before he left that he might not be easy to reach, but he would send you messages every day to keep up with you. And he did as he promised. He always sent you a good morning text, and he always sent you a good night text with some details about his day. He didn’t tell you much about what had happened during the time you didn’t talk, but he told you what he ate during the day, and that he felt comfortable with the crew he might work with.

You were at work when your phone rang, and you asked your boss if you could answer. He gave you a thumbs up, and you walked outside to take a cigarette while you answered.

“Hello?” you answered. “Hey darling” you smiled, hearing his voice. You didn’t realise before he talked how much you’ve missed his voice. Or him in general. “Hey” you smiled to yourself, taking a drag of your cigarette. “That thing will kill you, you know” he said, laughing slightly, while you heard him take a drag of his own cigarette. “Says you” you laugh. He laughs back, and chuckles slightly.

“So” he starts, and you can feel your breath hitch. Fuck. He didn’t get the role, did he? No, that can’t be. He would’ve told you earlier if that was the case. “So” you said back, exhaling slightly, finishing off your cigarette. You could feel yourself getting nervous and lit another one.

“I think you need to sit down for this” he told you, and you stopped breathing for a second. “Stop fucking with me, Quinn” you warned him, and he laughed at your expanse. “Sorry, sorry” he said, exhaling the smoke he inhaled. “I got it” he said, and you stumbled in your own feet, sitting down at the bench that were beside you.

“I knew it!” you squealed, and he laughed. “I fucking knew it!” you screamed into the phone, bubbling with excitement. “Are you gonna tell me what the role is?” you asked, hoping he would share at least something. But to no luck.

“Nope, I won't tell you anything just yet” he said, and you whimpered. “Stop being a brat, I’ll tell you when I feel ready” he said, and you choked on your own words. “Sorry” you said, apologising the best you could. “I just got excited” you said, feeling embarrassed.

“I’m coming back to London in 5 weeks, you wanna pick me up from the airport?” he asked, and you nodded, your brain not picking up that he couldn’t see you. “Yes, ofcourse, yes!” you smiled, getting excited to see him again in person. “I can’t wait to have you in my arms again” he said. You talked a bit back and forth before your boss came out to look for you. You told him you had to hang up, and that you were so excited to see him again, and told him to keep updating you daily, making sure he gave you some proof of life while you waited to get him back home again.

~~~~~~~~~~

The hours passed, slowly but steady. Hours turning into days, and you could feel the excitement growing for when you were actually gonna pick him up. Days turned into weeks, and you got proof of life and even some facetime every now and then. The facetime calls and messages from him made the time go faster, and you couldn’t wait to hug him again. He told you before you were gonna pick him up that day that you shouldn’t be scared of his weight. You wondered badly what he meant by it.

You drove to Heathrow a tad too early, but you didn’t mind waiting at all. He sent you an update when he went onto his plane, and when they were about to take off. He promised to try to remember to update you when he landed and when he got to pick up his luggage.

When he sent you the message that he landed, you stumped your cigarette and went inside to wait for him. You could feel butterflies in your stomach, and you were so excited. This has been the longest since you took a year off to explore the world that you didn’t meet daily.

You saw his curly head bounce when he walked through the doors, and you squealed. “JOE!” you screamed, making him look up from the floor where he was walking. When he saw you he grinned, and tried his best to run through the crowd in front of him and to you.

He embraced you in a warm hug and lifted you from the ground. This was a weird feeling which made you squeal into his ear. “Oh, I’ve missed you” he said, holding onto you. He inhaled your scent and chuckled. “New shampoo?” he asked, and you nodded, leaning into his chest, exhaling and inhaling the scent of him. You snaked your arms around his waist and gasped.

“What happened?” you asked, looking up at him, and he looked down at you. Oh how you’ve missed those brown beautiful eyes. “I’m gonna tell you everything, I just don’t feel like standing in the middle of the airport and talk about all that’s happened” he said, letting out a deep breath at the end. “But first, I need a cig” he said, and you giggled. He took your hand and you followed him outside. He sat down at the bench right on the outside, and found his cigarette pack, tapping the vacant spot beside him for you to sit.

You both smoked your cigarettes, talking about what you were gonna do when he was home. If he wanted to go to his place, or if you should drive to your place. He made you decide, and you said you had to take your dog out for a walk at least before anything. He agreed to join you on that walk, and then he suggested that you’d order in and watch a movie or game, and you looked at him, wondering if he would ever share what the job was about, or what role he was playing. He had told you so much as it is for a Netflix show, but that doesn’t really say much. There’s a lot of them out there.

~~~~~~~~~

You drove home, walked your dog together, and ate Italian together before you launched onto your couch together. In the signature way you always used to lay on the couch together. He held onto your thighs while you scrolled through streaming services on your TV to find something to watch. You wanted to watch a comfort movie of yours, and Joseph agreed to watch it with you. Again. Corpse Bride was one of your favourites, and you could never get enough.

“You gonna tell me why you got so skinny?” you say after a while into the movie. Victor was about to put the ring on the Corpse Bride’ hand when you spoke. He looked up at you between your legs, and scoffed. You knew that for some roles he had to either gain weight or loose some, but he was at least 10 pounds lighter, and it scared you. “I hope it is because of your role, and not because you haven’t eaten” you say sternly, making him chuckle.

“Of course I’ve eaten sweetie” he says, and you relax straight away. “It’s for the new role on this show, I’m sorry it scared you” You just chuckled, trying to play it off cool. He sat up and turned his body towards you, legs crossed, and you mimicked his actions, sitting cross legged towards him. He took your hands in his, and smiled up at you. You smiled back at him, but got suspicious when he didn’t say anything.

“Spill, Quinn” you told him, pointing a finger at him. He held his hands up in defeat. “Okay, okay” he said, laughing awkwardly. “I can tell you that much that I am playing a skinny metal head in the 80’s” he said, and you exhaled a breath you didn’t realise you even held.

“If you can keep quiet, I can take you onto set when we’re into the filming a bit more, okay?” he said, making you relax. You nodded your head. “Of course can I keep quiet, you know me!” you said, bumping his chest, making him smile. “I know, but it’s just to make sure, okay?” he said, rubbing his neck in a nervous action.

“One thing you wont like that much tho, is that I have to leave in a week, and I don’t know how long I’m gonna be gone” he said it all in just one breath, afraid how you’ll react. You looked at him and smiled, and you could see that he relaxed straight away. “Whenever I can have you over, I’ll pay for your plain ticket and everything, okay?” he said, and you nodded.

“I just hope that you’ll keep in touch even when you get famous big boy” you said, smiling at him. He got recognised a lot already, but he said that this could be it. This could be the role that made him blow up. You felt it in your gut that this would be it too. He would get recognised more when this show aired, and he would probably be loved by millions. You just hoped that it didn’t get too much for him. The worst thing you were afraid would happen, were creepy fans stalking and ruining stuff for him. He deserved everything good in this world, he was an angel, and people needed to know he was.

~~~~~~~

Months passed, you got to visit him on set, and you could see how well he did his role. He was made for the role of Eddie Munson, and you could tell people would love him when the show was getting aired.

You understood why he didn’t tell you which show it was a role for, because you loved Stranger Things. That’s why he felt like it was important for him to get this role. Not only because you loved it, but because he knew that this was his shot to get really big.

You sat in his chair while he was talking to some of the production before coming over to where you sat. They had just filmed the part where they fought Vecna, and you sat there with tears in your eyes. You felt so sad that they did Eddie like that, but you were so proud of Joe for doing the work he did. You leaped into his arms, sobbing. Not caring about him being full of fake blood and staining your shirt.

“It was beautiful, but oh so heartbreaking!” you cried into his arms, and he laughed. He stroked your back, hugging you back. “I’m happy you liked it” he said, chuckling to you.

“How long did you know?” you said, sniffing into his chest. “Since I got the script” he said, stroking your back, trying to calm you down. You stood there for who knows how long, just hugging him. You were so damn proud of him. He did it. You knew it deep down that this would be a big hit. And your gut was never wrong.

You pulled away from the hug, holding him at arm's length. You smiled, and you could see that he was about to cry himself. You held his cheek, and kissed the other. "You did amazing, and I am so proud of you! You did it Joe!" you said, almost starting to cry again yourself. He looked at you, and smiled warmly at you. "You think so?"

"Oh, I know so" you said, and laid your head against his chest, embracing him in another hug.

This would be it. You knew he would make it big, and the time that's ahead of him is gonna be so amazing. You know it deep down in your gut. You just didn't know if your friendship would last through it all. You of course hoped it would, but who knows? What will the future bring?

~~~~~~~~~

This got longer than I had anticipated in the start, but I hope I did it justice anyways 🥺

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somebody else - joseph quinn

pairing: Joseph Quinn x (fem!/gender neutral!/plus size!) reader warnings: mentions of alcohol, strong language word count: 5.8K (!!) author's note: Might do multiple parts for that, not sure yet. I've also changed my style of writing. Please also note that my dyslexia still affects my writing and there can be lots of grammar/vocabulary/phrasing mistakes. Feedback is always welcome! summary: Y/N celebrates their 5th year living in the UK, meets with Prince Joseph (Joe) and has no idea that he is the heir to the throne until he spills it out.

Please do not translate, copy/paste or take credit/ownership of any of my stories! If you do so, under UK Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988/Copyright Act, I’m allowed to take you to the court and get you prosecuted.

5 years ago, you never thought that you would be moving from a tiny little country in Europe to the other side of the European continent and starting a new page of your life in the UK, England specifically. Of course, in the beginning, everything you experienced came as a shock and the homesickness you felt was tremendous. Time after time, you started to learn all about the country’s culture, society and people. Within some time, later on, you had made yourself feeling like at home in the new city and made some great companionship.

Now, five years later, you earned your Master’s degree, had your first breakup, managed to snatch a great work position in the desired work area and enjoy life at its fullest. Tonight was all about taking everything very chilled and going out with your friends to get absolutely shitfaced. You had been waiting for this night for a long time as the work had been taking up so much time and energy but you promised yourself to take a nice weekend off and enjoy yourself with your friends.

You finished taking a shower and dropped your towel on your bed to prepare for the night and dress up for the occasion. You aren’t very much of a person who likes to dress very formally when it comes to night outs, and especially hated wearing the fucking heels. You are much of a comfort person, you chose to wear a floral-laced body suit, some black pair of pants and the snazziest pair of Vans platforms you liked wearing, plus they made you feel a bit taller. It was all about that your own confidence and love. Being that plus-size friend in your group brought a number of ups and downs but you loved your body no matter what. You blow-dried your hair, did some bits and bobs here and there with it (mostly some wavy curls as you wanted to look more classy) and put on some light makeup as you did not really like wearing it most of the time.

A knock on the door was to be heard, meaning that your friends had arrived at your flat to have some pre-drinks before going out to a club or a pub. You thought they had shown up way too early, but as you looked at the time on your phone, they actually turned up on the clock. You unlocked the front door, a big smile on your face, your friends all cheering, holding a number of wine bottles in their hands.

“Oh my days, come on all in!” you leaned back behind your door to let the guests enter the flat. “You all are so on time that I almost didn’t have time to finish myself,” you giggled as the group of people put their shows and coats away.

“This is so exciting, Y/N! I’m so glad we can finally do this shit!” Jade, one of the first British friends you made when you arrived in the UK, gave you a hug and two bottles of white wine between their fingers. A couple of pecks were shared between the two of you, making you both go very giggly. After giving hugs to everyone else (you can make up the friends’ names), you welcomed everyone to sit down or anywhere they could fit in the living room. You quickly skipped to the kitchen to get your own bottle of wine out from the fridge and finally joined with the others to start gossiping, chit-chatting and talking a lot of shit.

“So, Y/N, five years since you came here - congratulations, miss!” Sarah, one of your postgraduate friends who you had fortunately stayed friends with, rose her bottle to the air and so did everyone else, to give cheers and celebrate a milestone in your life.

“I thank everyone here very much! You guys are absolutely amazing,” you laughed, feeling very heartfelt as you took a sip from your bottle, one hand on your heart as a gesture of thankfulness. You added: “I hope everyone is ready to get absolutely hammered because I fucking am gonna murder the fucking dancefloor or a pub table!”

Everyone was having so much fun, the vibes were immaculate and the wine was hitting from every corner and angle as the alcohol was flowing around your body and into your head. The emotions and feelings were its heightened mode, bringing out constant giggles, shits and untold gossip stories. Obviously, someone in the group had to point out the key question if you have been laid lately and the answer is:

“Fuck right off you both - I honestly haven’t had any time to even focus on myself because I am proper busy and shit,” you laughed the idea of you getting laid or any interaction with a male person off as this was not the main argument or point of the night. As you all were finished with your pre-drinks, it was time to head to the city centre and pump up the floor. Before you all left the flat, it was a must for you to clean up everything that was left on the floor or coffee table as you hated leaving your room messy and filthy. Clearing up the bottles and wiping the table quickly with a wet cleaning wipe, it all looked so much better and clean.

The anticipation and excitement of getting the buzz of the night out were bundling up different mixed emotions in you now while you were walking to the pub near your accommodation. As you were inhaling some nicotine into your lungs and blowing out the smoke, the menthol “flavour” started to hit your head even more as it gave a mixed sensation in your head. Stubbing out your cigarette, you entered the pub and went straight to the bar. Jade and Sarah insisted all three of you take tequila shots which later on in the morning would be absolutely terrifying idea but you could not care less tonight - you were up for one tequila shot and a pint of lager. Licking the salt with your tongue, taking the ridiculously strong spirit into your body and biting into lime to suck out the juices, you were ready to hit the upstairs to make some dance moves.

The upstairs room was playing some indie bangers that all of you could just sing out loud from the top of your lungs as the vibration of bass and sound were going through your bodies. After the song called “Seventeen Going Under” by Sam Fender finished, a track from the speakers played a very familiar melody of the synth, these two chords really hit every button in your head as this song was so meaningful and emotional to you.

“Shut the fuck up,” you shouted over the loud sound, bringing your both arms up, holding a cup full of lager in one hand. The first verse of “Somebody Else” by The 1975 just struck differently, making you full-on sing way more powerfully than ever before. The song itself spoke about heartbreak, guilt and shame - in some way, you could relate to that but mostly the heartbreak part as the last relationship you were in, your ex-partner had cheated on you, discovering that he had found another partner in his life, leaving you cold and broken laying on the freezing floor. Nevertheless, the melody and sounds from that given track just made you feel loose, euphoric, variable with your emotions and so on. It felt like this power ballad was speaking to you personally every time you heard it, no matter if you were sober or drunk. Your hands and body were moving at their own pace and movements as you were melting into the song’s rhythm, lyrics, melody and atmosphere.

As the 1980s-style, lyrically depth melancholic power ballad came to its end, you were yearning for some nicotine drags. You told Jade and Sarah that you would be back as soon as possible, and they nodded, staying in their positioned place as “505” by Arctic Monkeys started to blast through the speakers, yet again one of your favourites.

Settling in next to an empty spot in the smoke area, suddenly you were battered by a wave of weakness in your hand as you unsuccessfully tried to light up the lighter. The lighter crumbled between the fingers, making it fall on the stoned pathway, and a slightly angered sigh came out. As you squatted down to the ground level to reach for the lighter, another hand was also holding out for it as the person wanted to help you out.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry! I just couldn’t get the light out from this piece of shit and I am clumsy as fuck so,” the mumbling coming out from your mouth sounded like you were so disappointed in yourself but at the end of the day, it was just a dumb lighter.

“It’s absolutely alright, here - use mine,” lighting the nicotine stick between your teeth, you finally glanced at the person who assisted you. Blowing out the first drag, you handed back the lighter to the owner.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it!” you smiled. “I’m Y/N by the way.”

The person greeted you by shaking your hand, “Joe, nice to meet you.” While you were sharing each other’s names, you thought that he looks a very familiar person but you could not put your finger on where or how you knew him. The alcohol and menthol were playing weird games in your head, alerting you that it was time to stop drinking but knowing yourself, you were putting up the strong lass position and trying to handle the limits.

“What brings you out then?” as much as you wanted to enjoy just alone time for a moment, you did not want to give out an impolite impression of yourself.

“Just out with my mates before heading back to London to do some duties, how about you?” Joe’s voice sounded so soothing and calm, you thought, and he slowly takes smoke drags from his cig. Before responding to his, you had the urge to sit down on a bench as your legs were starting to give up. You sat down with a strong thud and laughed at it, and so did Joe.

“Celebrating me moving to this country five years ago,” you gave a toast to yourself as the liquid of the light beer was flowing down the pipe and other body organs. You felt it was harder to get the words out as some of the concepts were sounding blurry, and in a messy motion. But you chuckled it off because, in your mind, your needs were crumbling in the brain and telling you to focus on the handsome gentleman in front of you.

“Oh damn, congrats! I had no idea you were not from here because you sound like a Geordie lass. Where are you coming from then if I may ask?” Joe resonated with great politeness, it was an obvious gesture because you had fuck all idea who she was. You still were trying to put your finger on why he was so familiar but the blurry insight was playing a different kind of game with your head.

“I’m from Newcast-, nah I’m joking - I’m from Estonia,” you were properly terrified that he will be put off by this stupid sarcasm and had no idea where the fuck is the home country of yours. But out of nowhere, Joe’s giggles were echoing around your presence.

“That’s mad cool - I believe my parents have been there a couple of times, I have yet to go and visit the country,” he insisted that he knew where Estonia was and wished to explore the state in the near future. It seemed like his parents were pretty known figures, yet you were still clueless. You were about to finish your first cig and you were desiring another, an absolute nicotine addict as you were when you are in the mood of drinking and getting shitfaced. “By the way, if you want to join me and my mates, you are more than welcome.”

“Oh shit, really? That’s very kind of you, thanks a lot!” the chills running down your spine and arms were a sign of this weird feeling of comfort and accepting some sort of kindness. “If it’s alright, I will quickly drop a message to my mates who are upstairs, are they allowed to join as well?” you did not want to disturb or annoy Joe or his mates, you already felt like you were causing enough irritation.

“Yeah, absolutely! The more, the merrier!” he sounded very excited and relished the vibes and surrounding atmosphere with you. From time to time, you perceive some sort of glance from Joe on you as he was looking side to side, into your eyes and sometimes up and down whilst you were taking your last inhales from the cigarette. It was not a depiction in your blurred mind, there were really strong energy waves coming out from him - it was like he was trying in an effective way to paint a portrait of himself to your mind, some sort of good, energetic field between you both. As if he was the one leaving the lipstick on the glass. As you were stubbing out the smoke, you took the last sip from the cup and left it on the table and moved on to join Joe and his mates at the other table.

After greeting everyone and introducing yourself, you quickly typed out the message to Jade and Sarah and hit the send button. You felt like an outsider around the table in the smoking area, understandably so, but Joe was fast enough to make you feel comfortable. Even though you and Joe were still pretty much strangers, he made efforts to make you feel complacent and safe around him. He was making sure by asking if you were alright or felt cold and so, you had very good senses and knew when someone was trying to take advantage of you or used you for their own goodness sake.

You all were having some chitchats about our current affairs, bashing down the Tories in the Government, discussing other topics such as football or travelling. Jade and Sarah managed finally to find the smoking area and both of them seemed to be absolutely smashed and full of entertainment. The whole environment and surroundings were definitely going to be painted in your now-getting-sober mind as everyone was savouring their young years, community, music, drinking and everything else you may have wasted a few years back as you did not have that kind of enjoyment in you.

Jade and Sarah were both so out of their cores and you know it was an attention alert for you to get them both back home. You nudged Joe, and nodded with your head at your friends, gesturing that you needed to get your friends safely to their accommodation. You were that kind of friend who always made sure that their comradeship got home before you did. Joe smiled, nodded and assisted you to get up from the bench. Before you said goodbyes to all of Joe’s mates, Joe gently grabbed your wrist, adding:

“If you need any assistance with your mates getting safely back home, my driver is literally somewhere nearby with my security and can take you all home.”

This all sounded way too surreal and strange because you had literally no idea who this person was and were not sure if this was an actual safe route to take. You rose your eyebrow, attempting to find a polite response.

Joe, additionally, responded: “I know this all seems and looks like I’m talking some bullshit but I’m dead serious - hand on my heart,” he genuinely placed his hand where the heart is positioned, “I promise that nothing else will happen - I’m just giving out a helping hand to get you and your mates safe and sound back home.”

You were super hesitant for a short period of time but it did look like Joe was honestly being very kind and generous with this help. You finally replied with an affirmative nod, taking hold of Jade’s hand and Joe assisted Sarah to get down the little metallic steps. As you were exiting the smoking area back garden, Joe grabbed his phone, searching for the driver’s (you still were in the situation where you were searching for clues about who the fuck he was) contact and sending the location through a messaging platform. Jade was leaning their head on your shoulder, you were making sure that they were not freezing or falling into some sort of blackout motion. Sarah was just sitting on the walking pathway, laughing at her phone, probably some videos she had made while you were in the smoking area.

“I’m so pissed, Y/N, can you believe it? How are we getting back home though?” the blurred words falling out from Jade’s lips were definitely a sign of them being very exhausted from the alcohol, yet still being the life of the party.

“We will get you home safely, darling! You are safe with me - we are getting you and Sarah back home,” you ensured them that they are safe and sound, giving soft looks to Joe and hoping that he was not lying. But Joe seemed like a portrayal of that somebody else whose intentions were real authentic and certain. But it was yet too soon to make and create solutions in real as a matter of fact. Joe was glimpsing at you taking care of Jade, feeling a rush of warmth, tolerance towards you and compassionate affection - something he has been personally and quietly feeling lack of and been down the exiguous road. You both did not know each other that well but Joe was very curious to learn more about you. He did come towards you as a very interesting and kind individual and had created a curiosity in you as well but you were terrified of starting a long period conversation with a male person as you were madly anxious about getting hurt and/or ghosted after one night.

“Joe,” you said abruptly, Joe turned his head to face you. “This might sound such a silly question, but do you have any water by any chance? I feel like these munchkins need a bottle each so they do not dehydrate.”

Joe chuckled, meaning that this question did sound a bit silly, but it was cute as he thought. He nodded, telling you that he does indeed have a number of water bottles in the car. He also considered your nickname of your friends “munchkins” very adorable and lovingly funny.

A black Mercedes van turned a few meters away from you, the driver flicking the lights to let Joe know that they have arrived. You pulled your last strength and energy bar together, grabbing Jade from their waist so they would not fall and positioned them to sit on the right side of the backseat (obviously with a seat belt on). Sarah managed to stand up by herself, making her way to the car without assistance, Joe closed the door after you all got in, making sure that everyone got in. For safety reasons, you sat next to Jade because as the good friend you were, you needed to make sure that they were not going to throw up in a fancy vehicle like that. Handling the water bottle to Jade, they took small sips and thanked you for helping. You and Joe were handling this teamwork very well as the alcohol in your system had started to fade away and the whole situation had made you become more aware of the condition of your friends. You told the driver the address of Jade and Sarah’s accommodation, driver gave a nod and a little cheeky smile and was off to take the comrades safely home.

Most of the drive to their house was very quiet, a soft mumbling from Sarah could be heard but she was only in her own world, but you and Joe were having a silent conversation. You learned some British Sign Language (BSL) during your uni times and it seemed like Joe could understand you. You could not thank Joe enough for helping you and of course, you were a bit overwhelmed by the kind actions, you had owed him a favour one day. The whole notion of Joe having his personal driver and security lad was still misunderstandable and you could only think that he was some sort of very important businessman or company owner. The temptation to assume was high but you did not want to risk it and let it just be. For you, whatever position or power he was throned on, it did not matter to you at the end of the day.

The car was parked in front of Jade and Sarah’s accommodation. Jade had fallen asleep but you were quick to wake them up as you wanted both of your friends to get quickly to their beds. The driver, named Ben, opened the van’s door and gave you an additional help hand to get Jade to the front door. Sarah was able to assist herself, she thanked the driver and Joe for giving them a lift back to their house and ran to unlock the front door. After unlocking the heavy front door, you took Jade to their room and made sure they had a glass of water and some painkillers ready for the massive hangover. You hugged Sarah, said good nights and goodbyes, and you headed back to the large van.

You took a deep breath in and out and sighed maybe a bit loudly but it was all worth it as you regained back your energy from it. Now it was your turn to get back home.

“I’m basically living around the corner where the pub is,” you giggled, cheeks becoming red because you thought it was a bit silly but Joe did not mind that and said to Ben that the route is back to the same place where you all came from. Joe was sitting opposite you, he seemed a bit nervous or something, yet comfortable.

“Before we arrive and part ways, I wanted to say thank you again. I know I have said this at least a thousand times already by now, but I was honestly terrified that something is going to go very fucking wrong. I feel like I owe you one day or something.” Somehow, it appeared like you had been on a first date with him, but it was not like that. You had only just met him, but your admiration of Joe made him even more interesting and you did not want this night to end. You wished you could ask him if he wanted to come to yours for a bit and just have a conversation with you, but this would be pretty much breaching some guidelines and boundaries.

“Y/N, I promised you, nothing else would happen. When I promise something with my hand on my beating heart, I will never let someone down, let alone a lady like you,” Joe stated, from the corner of your eyes you could see Ben and the security man, George, nodded slightly, not trying to be seen and appear giving the affirmation. “I have had absolutely fantastic and such a freeing night, thanks to you and I’m not going to lie, but I would love to meet you again and get to know you more.”

The last words he spoke made your heart do great flutters, your eyes widened twice the size and creating an unknown adoring feeling inside you.

“I-, I would love that as well,” you responded with a little stutter. “I don’t know about this idea and only if you are alright with it, you could come to mine for some drinks and just chat,” you put the thought upon the imaginary table.

Joe chuckled, saying: “Yes, sounds brilliant!”

He was unsure how to mention the feeling of warm affection in person as he did not want to appear like someone who is very pushy or shows way too many feelings at the same time. In addition, he felt this massive relief being around because you did not judge him for who he was. He holds a very strong, powerful position in this country - being an heir to the throne. As you were arriving at your block of flats, Joe intertwined his hand with yours, a sudden glance at him coming from your side and you gave him a little, but genuine smile. His touch felt very cosy for some reason, you couldn’t tell exactly why but it was illuminating some fair, soft light in you. He had to nudge his hand away before getting out of the van as he turned to assist you to exit the massive vehicle. Joe let his driver and security know that he will be absolutely fine and safe, including that he will let them know when he is ready to leave the accommodation.

You were lying to yourself if you didn’t feel even a bit anxious, the thought of having a male person in your flat never crossed your mind again after breaking up with your ex-boyfriend who you broke up with almost a year ago. You were a bit terrified but probably the amount of alcohol in you was still suppressing some kind of anxiety.

“Take a seat, I will get us some drink,” you directed Joe to the living room while you headed to the fridge to get some bottles of beer. You sat down on the sofa next to Joe, showing off your party trick by opening the bottle with your teeth. Joe grinned, a hissing sigh could be heard as he was anxious about you breaking your teeth. You added that it was your talent to do it every time someone was around in your flat.

“Joe,” you said quietly, burying your head a bit downward. “It might be a very question and you have all the right not to answer it but I have been so curious about who exactly are you. I have been trying to figure it out since we just met and I look so familiar but my fucking clueless mind cannot put a fucking finger on it.”

Joe chuckled, taking a sip from the bottle and smacking his lips together. His body language did not seem to become very tense but it portrayed his comfortable position.

“Promise me you won’t freak out,” his tone become concerned.

You placed your hand on his free hand, giving him a certain affirmation that he is sound. You didn’t have any assumptions or prejudices although your inner self was a bit alarmed. He sighed a little, then responded:

“I’m an heir to the throne, next in line becoming the king of this country. I know it sounds very fucking silly when I say this but this is not a joke. I am Prince Joseph, Duke of Rothesay and so all whatever titles they have all given me. It’s like I could not give any more fucks about it so that’s why I am here, just chilling, having so much fun and getting to know a strange lady who politely invited me to her place yet I can tell she is absolutely fucking terrified of having me here.”

You were in awe for a couple of seconds, but then you just laughed. For at least a couple of good 30 seconds. Part of you thought it was a proper silly prank he wanted to pull out, but the second half of you was certain that he was being serious and telling the truth. Joe looked at you, eyes wide open, trying to read out what you were thinking about it.

“There’s no way I’m looking at a prince and having a conversation with royalty, there’s no fucking way! I’m so sorry if I come forward as very rude or nasty but how a gentleman like you would even be allowed to join a working-class company in a city like that? I am properly flabbergasted,” the shock started to pull down the laughs and create an actual realisation that royalty was speaking with a person like you.

“Yeah, I am actually pretty sure that I am in front of you and actually a real person,” he touched your cheek, pinching it softly, “It’s nothing new for us, especially me as I’m not a conservative idiot like the government in this country, I support the unions and working-class people and trying to connect with them on their level and using my privilege to help them. Hand on my heart, I am saying this honestly - I came here just to meet up with my friends from uni days and just do fuck all. I hope this is the answer to your question.”

You could not just believe your eyes. You could not just stay there and say fuck all, but you were stuck and were looking at his sparkling, beautiful brown eyes. No words could come out, you were just speechless. Joe snapped his fingers in front of your eyes, getting you out of the speechless zone. You shook your head slightly, apologising for losing yourself in the zone.

“I’m just speechless. I also didn’t mean to come forward as impolite bellend, so sorry. But how would a handsome gentleman - well, the prince - still want to have a conversation with me and be interested in me after the interaction we had in a pub?” your level of curiosity was killing you. You needed straightforward answers.

Joe’s cheeks turned crimson red from blushing. He couldn’t believe that someone would call him handsome yet he knew that he was one.

“It probably was your charming and hilarious, entertaining conversation - you just made me feel like myself, just very comfortable which I, unfortunately, quite often don’t feel around some strange as fuck people, but you, somehow, managed to bring that warmth and light in me - so that’s why I was interested to know you more. Oh, and of course, for some reason, your story about you coming from a different country and moving to a shithole like that really fascinated me, but it also sounded so fucking hot.”

All the words that Joe had just laid out were waking up a number of butterflies in your tummy, making them fly around and just completely go off the rails with your hormones. The way he said the word hot played in your mind continuously like the song you were dancing to before. It all became so chaotic in your head, alerting you to stop falling for him. The voices talking in your head were whispering and shouting at the same time, giving you the urge to smack those succulent lips of his. As you were aiming to “communicate” with your brain to stop giving you ideas, Joe had nudged himself closer to you.

“May I touch your hair? I know it sounds so fucking strange, but I just want to-” you cut him off by saying ‘yes’ hastily, letting him stroke your now-very-flat curls. His hand was gradually touching your cheek as well, chills appearing on your arms, butterflies still hovering around. Placing the left side of the head on his hand, Joe could not stop admiring you. His mesmerising chocolate button eyes were glued to your glistening (eye colour) ones, he could get lost in them a number of times.

“Am I allowed to kiss you, milady? Only if you are okay with it and give me the consent for it, ” his voice sounded so calm and soothing. You could hear some breaks in Joe’s voice, looking up and down from his eyes to lips and back.

“Yes, Your Royal Highness,” your voice was more like a whispered stutter as his request to kiss you was something you did not expect to happen. Before closing the distance between you both, he gave a sweet chuckle at your style of addressing him. The kiss was sweet and passionate. Joe promptly locked back his lips with yours as it felt like you both were longing for a much more extensive and ardent touching of one another’s lips. It felt fiery, in a good way, and heavenly.

You turned Joe around so his back could face the sofa, stretching yourself to sit on his lap by moving your leg over his thighs. The kissing became a more sensual and intensive make-out session. You could feel your body burning up as Joe’s lips were moving lovingly. You broke the kiss to take catch some air, taking a good look at the handsome man in front of you.

“Fuck, that felt absolutely fucking incredible. Y/N, you are fucking amazing,” Joe’s breathing was rapidly going up and down as he was aroused and enchanted by you and your kissing. You cackled, being befuddled by him and his words. “I am asking this from the bottom of my heart, Y/N - would you do me this honour to take you on a date, let’s say on Friday? I’ll come and get you personally and then I will take you out to a restaurant.”

You could not believe your eyes - this man, who you had just met a few hours ago, surprised you by saying he is the next king of this country and just had fantastic make-out minutes with, was asking you on a date? It all was astonishing and unexpected in your head. But you could say that you wanted to see him more and really see the real side of him.

“I would be so honoured to go on a date with you, Prince Joseph,” you jokingly used his title, “So, yes, I will accept the invitation, sir.”

“You need to stop with these titles, you silly lady,” he sneaked his hands under your arms to tickle you, grinning at your hopelessly romantic gestures. “But Friday it is then.”

You kissed him again before declaring to him that you were tired and wanted to go to bed. You still could not believe that you had a date with someone who is the heir to the throne but that was not the most important part, you liked Joe for himself and what has done to the working-class people so far. You offered him to stay but he insisted that it would have been impolite of him to stay the night.

As excited as you were for the date, you were not prepared for what was coming or heading towards you. That somebody else came with difficulties from the media and possibly, the Crown itself.

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bethanysnow · 1 year

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Three in Company

Joseph Quinn X Reader X Jamie Campbell Bower

Slow Burn! Minors DUI, (Y/A = your age) (F/A = Future age)

TAGS: @etherealglimmer @munsonslilbunnie @depressedstressedlemonzest @munsonmoonshine86

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“Your Majesty we’ve come to discuss a very important matter- oh take your legs off the arm of the throne! A lady sits properly” The tall blond scolds the young lady sitting in front of him.

“No- Bower I will not adjust how I sit to please you. No one else is here” Motioning to the basically empty room. Besides some servants who scurry about in corners of the room it is just her and the Chamberlain after all. “What matter is so important you must interrupt me and my grape eating” Lifting a bowl of grapes off her stomach to show him. Her eyes gave way that she was amused and teasing her poor Chamberlain was a loved pastime.

“We have to talk about the men who you could marry. This is of great importance I assure you-” Taking the deepest bow “-Your Majesty~” Looking up at her with a wink. She laughs and motions for a servant to bring up a chair.

“Go on then,” motioning him to sit next to her.

“Very well,-” Stamping the end of his cane onto the marble floor the doors open at the end of the great hall. Men in festive court attire walk forward with portraits of varying sizes and one with a cart filled with boxes.

“What’s that?” Pointing to the cart, piled a mile high with boxes and bags and things in pretty packaging making the Queen’s eyes sparkle.

“Some of the gentlemen with their portraits have sent you gifts, my lady. Onward!” Stamping his cane twice as the men unveil the first portrait.

The men in the portraits all seemed rather dull, some were too old and not in the sexy silver fox way, but in the ‘this is your uncle’ way. Some were literal children.

Till they got to one…

“Who is this?” She asks looking at the next portrait as the fabric is tossed away.

“Joseph Quinn, Duke of France, he actually is English, cousins with some Prince but was given that title by Henry the IV. He has sent with him…mmh” Looking over his paper with all the names and correlating packages. “Nothing- just the portrait”

The Queen getting up from the throne steps down the stairs and up to the portrait. Looking very closely at the figure in the painting. Taking in his appearance. Curly brown hair, soft eyes, oval face, he isn’t some striking beauty with a jawline and cheekbones and angular expressions. In a blue and white brocade suit, a slight smile, crinkles around the eyes that make it seem genuine. Like he was proud to get his portrait taken. The signature of the artist says that while not some well known name the artist did a very good job at capturing his likeness. While some are covering up their blemishes and imperfections, it didn’t seem like that with this gentleman. He stood tall and present in the frame, a hand resting on the back of a chair and the other on the hilt of a sword. He seemed lovely.

“Do you know him?” her majesty asks, turning to face the chamberlain.

“No, but I’ve heard stories, he fought alongside the French in fact saved the King’s life from an assassination, he is a diplomat, quiet fellow, haven’t heard anything bad about him persay. People say he’s kind.”

The young lady stood looking him up and down

“What do you think Mr. Bower? Would we look nice together?” Facing him on the platform with the portrait above her.

“Why does that matter?” He asks in reply with a cocked brow.

“Because when our portrait is painted together I don’t want to look like a fool who’s picked a ugly man. Then we will have ugly children” sarcastically replied

“Given that notion your majesty I might as well throw my hat into the ring” He muses shuffling through papers.

“Yes yes, the lord blessed you with beauty that much is true. Not so much with intelligence though~” She giggled teasing her friend. “How old is he?”

“29? I believe? Old enough to be your brother” Mr. Bower said under his breath, slightly hoping to persuade the Queen into making a different decision.

“I am Y/A, turning F/A, I think being 29 just means he’s not some immature boy. He’s a gentleman or should be. I pick him”

“Are you sure your Majesty? You pick a Duke of France over Princes and various other nobles? There are still many to choose from.” Sir Bower said with a sort of perturbed expression. Not only was this particular Duke well known to be one of the people, he was seen as a soft hearted. Which Chamberlain Bower knew to be one of her Majesty's only weaknesses.

“I pick him” She stated again going back to sit on her throne. Her mind was made up. Whoever this Joseph Quinn, Duke of France was…he was going to be her husband.

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And so the race had begun, a letter from Astruador was sent to France demanding the Duke’s presence at once. The Chamberlain had assigned to the Ladies in Waiting and the Master of Ceremonies to start the planning process for Mr. Quinns arrival. The court was a buzz at the idea of the arrival of a suitor for their Queen. Her Majesty would be dressed in the highest of garb, a large banquet would be needed for all of the members of the court and anyone he brings with him. He would be placed at the right hand of Her Majesty and given the Royal Coat of Arms as someone who will now be a part of Astruadors legacy.

In the meantime, the palace would be cleaned, polished, and dressed for the upcoming soon-to-be King. While the palace was not in disrepair, it was becoming more dusty from ill use, her majesty wasn't one for parties or large sessions of court. Astruador since the passing of the late King and Queen was put under a spell of mourning. Everyone dripped in black and the sadness went on for 4 years. Till rumors of a formal introduction of their daughter were to be announced. Those black clothes changed to white, yellow, and pink. The colours of the Astruadorian flag. Since the public announcement of Her Majesty, it was then assumed she would become Empress. As her Father was King till his coronation after his own wedding, making him become the Emperor King.

A week had elapsed since the request of the Duke's presence and Her Majesty was starting to get nervous. While she never fully believed in love at first sight, it did cause her to wonder what was taking him so long. No letter back, no note, it left much to the imagination. Did he find her portrait not worthy of being a bride? She knew she wasn’t some beautiful flower like her mother, or the rest of European royalty. She was plain, stout, and had hair that never did what she wanted. She could be dressed in jewels and still be a step away from a chambermaid. Picking at her nails, looking out her window onto the Rose Garden. It was beautiful in the spring, filled with reds, pinks, yellows, and whites. She never dared go into it since the passing of her mother. Her parents were symbolically buried in a stone chapel on the property surrounded by roses. Now it was only to start wondering what her mother would say. ‘Don’t look so sour, he will come. In time dear all things will work themselves out’. The late Empress's voice floats through her head only to be interrupted by a page boy walking in.

“Your Majesty there is a letter from the Duke of France!”

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fandomohana · 1 year

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Y'all I am swooning with all your postings of our precious Joe. 😍 A little idea I've been workshopping, is starting to become an obsession, and y'all are fueling it! 😍

Idea: Reader takes her best friend's daughter, who is, I'm thinking, five? To a Stranger Things con. Reader is little one's surrogate auntie, and little one LOVES Eddie, even dresses as a tiny Eddie. So what happens when this tiny Eddie meets the real Eddie, in line waiting for food? What happens when reader meets her biggest crush? What happens when Joe realizes he's meeting his favorite writer? 🫠😍😘

When a five year old is your wingwoman. 😉

Bonus points: I'm plus size, and we legit don't get enough love, so in Christina fashion, plus size reader, y'all! 💙

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lovejosephquinn · 1 year

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Hello hello :))

For obvious reasons I’m in need of new smutty fics for Joe and just the mere thought of him putting him hand over my mouth in missionary gets me goin’ man. I will pay you a smooch and some big bucks if you can write sumthin like this for me :))

For obvious reasons I'm going to write this for you and I hope it fit's your needs.

A little bedtime reading for you all.

Under 18's DNI 💀

Joe had his dominant head on, he'd fucked you raw for the last hour. It wasn't through lack of trying, he just wanted to get every last orgasm out of you he could before you begged him to stop. By the fourth time it was causing tears to sweat from your eyes, your mouth dried up from lack of saliva through your squeals and hefty moans. You'd said his name like a prayer, uttering it out in several tones that made you sound desperate for the man placed above you, the only thing still wet was your gaping and sore cunt from the amount of time spent being rammed by his length. Missionary was a basic position in most peoples eyes; but it got you off more than any other.

His hips rut fiercely between your thighs, his skin chafing against the soft parts of your inner leg, his foreskin being dragged back and fourth by your clenching walls, the tightness making him hiss, his cock covered in your slick and his past climaxes making it easier to pound you. The way you whimpered in both pain and pleasure urged him to continue and when you breathed a simple please or I can't take it anymore, Joe's hand would either be wrapped around your throat, squeezing slightly in an attempt to show you who was boss, or at least bring you closer to the edge. It even turned to covering your mouth with the full palm of his hand, pressing down to shut you up whilst he concentrated on both your releases just one last time.

His growls, the way he fucked you like you were his worst enemy, like he hated you more than anyone else on this planet, turned you on more than you'd ever known possible. The way his cock fit perfectly inside your cunt, dribbling his seed inside of you, leaking several amounts of pre-cum, singing your praises, bellowing profanities when his cock throbbed inside of you, calling you a good girl, letting you know how perfect you were in taking his cock for so long, being his little slut. Practically breeding you over and over. He had you a fucked out mess, a body just being used like a rag doll for his own personal pleasure by this point.

You squirmed all over the sheets, his back red raw from the way you'd clawed your nails down it, bruises relished all over both your necks and collar bones. Lips swollen from overheated and passionate kisses. From a birds eye view, it looked like you'd both been attacked by wild animals, ravenous for each other, eating each other alive.

The way his vocal chords strained when he exploded inside of you one last time, flopping onto you, his entire body consuming you. The sound alone made the knot in your stomach erupt, nausea hitting you in a disgusting way through your final orgasm, his balls completely emptied and over stimulated, your core in agony yet still sensitive to touch from his now slow movements.

Joe being Joe afterwards, as soon as he'd got what he needed out of his system for the time being, he'd sooth you completely, giving you the aftercare you deserved. Taking you into his arms and swaying you like a baby, cooing soft sweet nothings into your ear, letting you know how much he loved you and how good you make him feel (in more ways than one), giggling at the marks all over you stating he'd marked his territory. Stroking his fingers through your hair, tickling his fingers lightly on your arm and down your back, small squeezes of reassurance checking that you were ok, loving you so deeply and contently like he'd not just been abusing your cunt minutes before.

It wouldn't be long until he was caressing you in the shower, washing you down and massaging your head. He'd still be horny for you and one way or another he'd convince you that he'd need to eat your pretty little pussy to apologise for his actions, no matter how much you couldn't take anymore, you couldn't bare the doe eyes staring back at you, begging to take his obsession further, surely enough in a mere moment, he was on his knees, your legs wrapped around his neck, holding you up in position whilst his mouth latched onto your clit, his tongue flickering onto the new aching sensation.

It was true you were his addiction.

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xplrskies · 1 year

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Would anybody be able to write a Eddie munson or Joseph quinn x plus size reader pls.

I don’t mind what it’s about but I just really wanna read one 🥹🥹

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justmeinadaze · 1 month

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Secret Underneath Part 2 (Steddie X Plus Size You)

Warnings: Daddy Steddie (Businessman Steve/ Rockstar Eddie) & Plus Size Fem Sub Y/N, SMUT (just pure smut; me working on this may be why I'm so subby right now lol), light smacking, slight spit play( if you squint), spanking, LOTS of dirty talk.

SLIGHT ANGST, like very slight, mentions of insecurities when it comes to the reader and her now knowing who they are. Brief mentions of an ex (that I can use for angst fodder later because I'm me)

More than anything they are feeling each other out and setting up some boundaries.

Word Count: 4835

Part 1

“Y/N, honey, are you alright?”, your friend asks as she lightly touches your shoulder before becoming distracted herself. “Maggie! I swear to God you kids are going to get me to retire early.”

“Promise?”, one of the kids teases.

Blinking, you pull yourself back into the moment, remembering the anonymity everyone requested including you.

“Ok, guys, come on. I think we bothered the people up here enough. There’s a reason they make so much money and it’s because they don’t deal with kids like you.”, you joke as you usher them to follow the guide.

It takes all of your energy not to glance their way again but you can feel their eyes trail after you as you disappear with the class.

After dropping off the kids on campus and making sure everyone gets home safe, you head back to your apartment. As soon as the door shuts you lean against the wood, sliding down to the floor as you cry.

You enjoyed being with Mogul and Rockstar the other night but now you know who they were. Were they going to leave now that you did? They wanted their identities to be private but never said for how long. After what happened, you were willing to wait but now… now what happens?

You hadn’t even began to fully process that they were millionaire womanizer Steve Harrington and famous well known party bad boy rockstar Eddie Munson. Insecurities had already begun to seep into your brain and it killed you.

Your phone vibrated causing you to roll your eyes and glance at the notification that danced across your screen.

(5:15pm) Mogul/Rockstar has invited you for a video chat!

(5:16pm) CurvyBabyWAttitude declined your invitation for a video chat.

(5:17pm) Accept the invitation.

(5:17pm) Please.

(5:18pm) Mogul/Rockstar has invited you for a video chat!

“Yes, Mr. Harrington and Mr. Munson, how can I help you?”, you answer in a short, annoyed tone.

“You can let us see your face for starters. If I wanted to look at the wall I can turn around.”

“Of your penthouse I bet.”

“We’re still in my office. We wanted to reach out earlier but we thought you’d still be on your field trip or at the school.”

“We wanted to give you time to get home so we could talk properly. Are you crying? Why are you crying?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Look, you don’t have to pander to me, ok? I know now this whole anonymity thing is ruined and you’d rather be with someone more suited to your lifestyle.”

“Define ‘our lifestyle’.”

“For you, Mr. Harrington, I imagine some blond girl with big tits who comes from money and can squeeze her itty-bitty body into the most expensive dress your money can buy. For bad boy Mr. Munson, I see you with more or less the same but she’s cool like Janis Joplin.”

“I do like Janis.”

“So…big tits, money, and blond. Is there a height requirement?”

Your hand covers your mouth as you breathily laugh at their joke.

“No, no height requirement but according to princess here there is a weight limit. I guess because rich men like us are super vain we only care about a woman’s appearance and not her personality.”

“Is that right, honey? Or is the curvy baby with attitude a bit self-conscious?”

“THIS is why we wanted anonymity. We aren’t what you read in the papers, sweetheart. I’d figure the other night would have gone in the category of proving that. If we only cared about what you claim we never would have come down to the hotel.”

After a long exhale, you tilt your phone to allow them to see your face.

“I think you also forget, honey, we have seen you. Yeah, you were wearing that mask but we knew about your body, your hair, and your tits. We’ve had our hands on them, remember?”

“You just caught us off guard today because… now we regret making you wear that sleep mask thing. Your entire face is so fucking beautiful. I wonder if your real name is equally so.”

Leaning your head on your knees, you take in their demeanors on the other end of your screen. They did still seem to be in his office but they were both sitting on a couch within. Steve was still wearing his sleek suit and Eddie in a black shirt with jeans but their eyes were no longer reflecting surprise as they had earlier that day. Right now, they seemed to be displaying genuine concern.

“My name is Y/N.”

Both men softly grinned making you do the same.

“Beautiful… would, um, would you be willing to meet us in a couple of hours at that hotel? We’d like to talk to you some more. Maybe figure some things out when it comes to us three.”

“We’d invite you to our place but we feel like it might make you more comfortable for us to meet somewhere where there’s common ground…so speak.”

“You two live together?”

“Oh good. We can still keep some secrets!”, Eddie chuckles. “Yeah, no point for me to get my own place when I’m on tour a lot and Stevie here travels for work.”

“Ok.”, you nod as you rise to your feet. “I’ll, um, see you both in a couple of hours.”

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Nerves float through you belly as you stand outside the hotel door, exhaling as you prepare for what may be on the other side. To your surprise both men are already there, Steve pacing by the window as he scrolls through his phone while Eddie lays on his back on top of the bed.

As soon as the door closes, they come to attention, pausing as their eyes rake over your body. When you were here last time you had thrown on clothes not caring how you were dressed after your ordeal and today you weren’t expecting to see your two admirers so you were in your jeans and school t-shirt with a messy bun and sneakers.

This time you wanted to show off with your off-shoulder butterfly sleeve green blouse and black skirt that accentuated your curves. The black heels helped fuel any confidence you were lacking and your hair flowed down around you giving you that extra layer of armor as well as hiding that still prominent bruise you had lingering on your skin.

“Jesus Christ.”, Eddie breathed before clearing his throat and glancing towards Steve. “You know, seeing her now, Harrington, she doesn’t hit that height requirement we talked about.”

His friend rolled his eyes as you giggled.

“This is so surreal.”

“What is?”, Steve asked.

“I just…I just read about you the other day. About how you just made a big financial move that made you 400 million dollars. And you…I’ve been listening to your voice for so long. I have your songs on my phone.”

“Yeah? And is that bad?”

“Ah, no, Munson. It’s those insecurities again which by the way I find totally amusing for a girl filled with so much sass.”, the pretty boy grins. “If I may ask, what are the other Daddies like? Why aren’t you like this with them?”

You scoff as you saunter to a nearby chair, place your purse down, and sit crossing your legs. Both men try to control their eyes from scanning along your limbs but Steve in particular struggles to focus on your face as his gaze constantly shifts to your heels.

“A lot of men on there have no idea what they are doing and the men that I have met up with are either trust fund babies or CEOs. They aren’t famous or really worked hard for anything. Personally, I think that’s why they struggle being dominate. They don’t know how to fight or work hard. They barely even know what they want let alone how to take care of me.”

“Goddamn, sweetheart, you are sexy.”, Eddie sighs almost excitedly. “You have no reason to be insecure at all, Y/N. I mean we get it. Like I said, this is part of the reason we wanted the anonymity. We want you to like us for us not our names or status.”

“Is that what happened with your last Baby?”

They glance towards each other again before answering.

“No.”

“No…”

“No.”, Steve says again with more conviction. “No, that’s not what happened.”

“That’s all I get?”

“You get what we give you.”

Your breathing stutters a bit at the metalhead’s words as your pussy clenches at his casual yet confident tone.

“Y/N, honey, can you do me a favor and uncross your legs?” You do as he asks going the extra mile of opening them so they have a good view at your silk black panties underneath. “You have no idea how bad I want to throw those gorgeous high heeled legs over my shoulders and just fucking devour your little pussy till your shaking.”

A small moan escapes your lips but when you try to rub your thighs together for relief Eddie tuts loudly across from you.

“Ah ah, baby. Keep your legs open till we’re done talking and you!”, he chuckles as he gestures towards his friend. “Stay focused.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“When it comes to sex, princess, is there anything we should avoid? Any hard no’s or anything like that?”

“Nothing…too rough. I’m not into masochistic stuff like canes and flogs but you can hit me or spank me. You’ll probably be doing that a lot.”

“Oh, don’t worry, baby girl. We can handle the brat.”, Steve grins as he winks, taking off his suit jacket and tie, tossing them on the other chair beside him.

“What about you two?”

That gives them pause before they smirk and the mogul continues rolling up his sleeves.

“Would you believe you’re the first woman to ask us that?”, Eddie ask as he shakes his head. “No, pretty girl. As long as you’re vocal and tell us when or if you’re uncomfortable, we’re happy. That being said, do you have a safe word you prefer?”

“I’m alright with ‘red’, Daddy.”

Steve walks to your side and extends his hand out for you to take so he can guide you to the edge of the bed beside Eddie before descending to his knees. The long-haired boy brushes some of your hair back and his ringed fingers lightly trace your bruise.

“How does this feel? Still hurt?”

“Yes, sir, but not as much as before.”

“Fucking asshole putting his hands on our baby girl.”, he growled low as his lips kiss your skin.

“That’s another thing, Y/N, because apparently we weren’t clear last time. You are ours. You belong to us and in turn we take care of you.”

“Are we still…still…keeping this a secret?”, you inquire trying to focus as Eddie’s kisses trailed to your neck while Steve’s mouth lingered on your thigh.

“Is that alright? Till we get more comfortable with each other and the dynamic.”

“Y-Yes, Daddy. Please.”

“Please what, baby? What do you want?”, the rockstar breathes in your ear.

“I want Daddy to eat my pussy.”

You watch as Steve’s head disappears into your skirt making you groan when his nose presses against your panty covered core and you feel him inhale.

“Fuck, she smells so fucking good.” His wide tongue flattens against the fabric and Eddie grins as your mouth falls open. “Jesus, Ed, and she tastes so sweet. Let’s get these off, honey.”

Nodding aggressively, you helped him pull down your panties and he tossed them towards his jacket. He licked a strip between your folds, wrapping his mouth around your clit, and repeating the process as his eyes watched your face.

“Oh fuck, Daddy.”

Eddie’s hand cups your cheek as he brings your lips to his, open mouth kissing you as his own tongue caresses yours. Your body abruptly jostles as Steve bunches your skirt around your waist and throws your legs over his shoulders before pressing his face into your cunt as his tongue vigorously flicked your bundle of nerves.

Your fingers threaded through his hair as you fell back against the mattress and grinded your hips. His large palms glide up your stomach as the other man lifts off your shirt and throws it to the floor. You moan, gripping the mogul’s wrist as his digits pinch and roll your nipple between them.

“Oh my God, yes, Daddy! I’m gonna cum!

Your orgasm crashes into you like a wave as Steve shakes his head from side to side helping you ride out your high. Refusing to slow down by any means, the man’s arms circle your hips, holding them down as he continues to run his tongue between you folds as he builds you back up.

Feeling a warmth beside you, you shift your gaze to see a now naked Eddie on his knees stroking himself by your face.

“Do you want Daddy’s cock, pretty girl?” When you don’t respond, his palm lightly smacks your cheek, his eyes scanning yours for discomfort when they finally meet. “I asked you something.”

“M’sorry. Da-Daddy’s mouth feels sooooo good.”

“Maybe I should have him stop so you can pay attention.”

“NO! No, please. I’ll listen! I’ll listen. I’ll listen.” When he repeated his question, you nodded as your free hand started to reach for him.

“No, baby. Just keep your hands on Steve. Fun fact, he kind of likes when you pull his hair while he’s making you feel good.”, Eddie grins as his palm pets your head. “Just keep your throat open for me, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy.”

A guttural moan left the rockstars lips when his cock slid through your parted ones. His girth overwhelmed you instantly but you loved the way he tasted as every vein dragged along your tongue.

“Fuck, sweetheart. That’s it. God damn Steve, her mouth feels amazing.”

As the metalhead began subtly thrusting his hips, you did what he suggested, gripping the other man’s hair tightly in your fingers as you tried not to gag.

“Hey. Hey, hey, hey.”, Eddie panted as he pulled himself back and you collected some air. “It’s ok to gag and drool, baby. We don’t mind it messy, trust me, and the thought of this pretty face choking on my cock just…fuck. Oh, wait. You’re going to cum again aren’t you?”, he says in an almost mocking tone that has your pussy clenching.

Almost abruptly, Steve climbs up your body and snake one of his hands behind your neck, lifting you just enough for your forehead to lean against his. Pushing his ring and middle finger into your core, the sound of your slick filled the room as he thrust them into you at a brutal pace.

“Cum again, baby. Come on. Soak Daddy’s fingers.”, he chanted under his breath as one of your arms wrapped around his neck. “I gotchu, Y/N. Daddy’s right here. Cum, baby girl. Keep your eyes open and on me.”

You screamed as the coil snapped, panting as your hair was yanked back.

“Keep your eyes open, little girl!”

His large digits continue to pump into you, slowing their rhythm as you gradually come down from your high with both men murmuring praises as they hovered above you.

Through heavy lidded eyes you see them smirk at each other as Eddie pats his shoulder as if to say thank you before he maneuvers around on the bed, flipping you onto your stomach, and pushing you up on all fours.

Steve lays on his back and hastily adjusts you till your in-between his legs. With a hungry gaze, you watch as he unbuckles his belt and pushes down his pants just enough to free his cock, stroking it in front of you as you wait.

“Go head, Y/N.”, Eddie permits making you smile as you tongue darts out to lick the precum off his tip. “Atta girl. Remember, it’s ok to be messy.”

“Just tap me twice if you need a minute, honey.”

“Ok, Daddy. Oh-Oh fuck.”

While you two were talking, the rockstar had placed himself behind you, collecting your arousal with his length before guiding himself into your entrance. You whimper at his size as your nails claw under Steve’s button up shirt down his abs.

“Fuck me, baby. I know. I’m sorry. I’m trying—shit—I’m trying to go slow but your pussy is just pulling me in…squeezing Daddy so tight.”

The man underneath you bit his lip as your face scrunched in pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N. Such a good girl taking him so well.” Your hand wrapped around him as your mouth enveloped his cock, taking him as far down as you could. “Fuck, good-good girl.”

Once he was fully sheathed inside of you, Eddie waited, allowing you to get accustomed to him while you focused on his friend. Taking his recommendation, you lowered yourself as far down as you could, gagging around Steve’s massive size, and coming off him quickly leaving trail of spit that lingered on your chin.

“There you go. God, Y/N, that felt amazing. Do you want Daddy to take control?”

“Please… I trust you.”

Almost too gently, he lifted your hair into a ponytail, caressing your lips with his thumb as they fell open while Eddie began thrusting into you. When his cock found its way into your mouth again, however, he was anything but.

His mushroom tip hit the back of your throat repeatedly as he guided your head lower and lower onto his lap.

“You’re doing so good, honey. Fuck! K-Keep your tongue flat. That’s it, baby. Just like that. Mmm get Daddy nice and wet. Yeah? Is Eddie fucking you nice and deep?”

Tears consistently fell at the euphoria you were feeling as Eddie’s cock hit all the right places inside of you and then some while Steve’s words and actions were making you clench the rockstar to an almost a painful degree.

“Fuck, man!”, he blissfully shouted as he spanked your behind and slowed his pace as he watched his cock disappear inside you. “She fucking loves sucking your dick. Every time she gags, her cunt wraps tighter around me.”

The pretty boy grins as he pets your head and dries some of your tears.

“You like sucking my cock, pretty girl?”

“Y-Yes, Daddy, I love it.

“Can Daddy fuck your tight your little throat till you both cum?”

“Yes, Daddy, please!”

Eddie stills long enough for his friend to rise to his knees and slide himself back into your mouth, matching his pace as they both thrust into you. Your orgasm takes you by surprise as you roughly tap on Steve’s body and he immediately pulls back as your upper body collapses on the mattress. The rockstar grunts as reaches over to grab your hair, bringing you flush against his chest as he chases his release. His arms circle around to your tummy and you place your own on top of his as he slams his seed inside of you.

“Thank you.”, you whisper as you pant against his cheek and in response he tilts his head to kiss your lips.

“Come here, baby girl.”, Steve coos, his head ticking to the side when you shake yours.

“I don’t want to ruin your suit, Daddy.”

Smiling softly, he takes you in his arms and you can’t help but inhale his scent as you nuzzle your face into his neck. After placing you on the pillows, he tugs his shirt over his head and removes the pants the rest of the way.

“I don’t care about my clothes, honey. All that matters to me is that you’re comfortable and taken care of. Plus, it’s kind of sexy to me to have your gorgeous, naked, sweat covered body against my suit.”

Positioning himself between your legs, he brings one over his shoulder and lets out a long, pleasure filled sigh as he guides his cock into your somewhat overstimulated and dripping pussy.

“God…fuck me.”

At this angle, it felt like he was splitting you in half but in the best possible way.

“Mmph, fuck, Daddy. You’re so big.”

“I know, Y/N. I know but you can take it. You’re doing so well already.” Steve’s lips kiss your ankle just below your high heel as he gradually began finding his rhythm. “Keep your eyes on me, baby.”

When you didn’t do what he told you to, you felt him lean over you as he pressed his palms into the mattress to steady himself.

“Y/N, stop making us repeat ourselves. Now, open your eyes.”

“I-I’m sorry, Daddy. You feel—mmm—so good. I can’t—”

“Yes you can, little girl. Don’t let our kindness fool you. We can be mean when we need to be and have no problem punishing bad girls.”

Your eyes open to meet his dominate ones and just as Eddie had he scans your face for any signs of discomfort. When he found none, he rested his forehead on your own.

“This is the first time we’re really getting to see them.” Steve rolls his waist and you mewl as he roughly hits that sensitive spot inside you. “Right there? Ok, baby.”

His jaw goes slack as he pounds into you, slamming into you g-spot over and over again turning you into a moaning mess that drives him crazy. Pushing back on to his knees, you watch as a glob of spit falls from his mouth before he utilizes his thumb to rub it into your clit.

“FUCK! I’m gonna cum!”

The bed shakes underneath you as skin smacking skin loudly echoes through the room. The coil in your belly snaps for the final time that night and Steve’s lips crash to yours to capture every moan he can. After a few moments, his head dips to your side and his groans fill your ear as he empties himself inside you.

You wince as the man tries to carefully pull out, murmuring apologies as he kisses your face.

“Here, sweetheart, drink this.”, Eddie instructs in a gentle tone as he hands you a glass of water that you promptly chug back. “I’m going to go figure out how to turn the rocket ship they a call a tub into a bath so we can get you all clean.”

You giggle at his joke as Steve over exaggeratedly sighs as he presses his face into the pillow beside yours.

“He’s just trying to impress you by seeming more ‘down to earth’. Our bathrooms at home are more or less the same.”

“I’m sure they are better than mine. It’s a 30 sq ft cube and I shower with the door open so I don’t feel like I’m actually IN the movie Cube.”

His eyes scan you over as you laugh at your circumstance.

“I hope this doesn’t come off as rude so if it is please tell me but…you don’t make enough with the website to get a better apartment?”

“I don’t think it’s rude. Um, no. I don’t deal with too many Daddies. I mean I deal with them but not enough to actually get anything going or keep them around long term. Either they can’t handle me or I can’t tolerate them.”

“Girl who knows what she wants?”

“Girl who’s been through enough and is tired of wasting her time.”

He nods as Eddie saunters back into the bedroom to tell you the bath is ready but as he casually comes around to pick you up, you stop him.

“It’s ok. You don’t need to…”

As you start to climb out of bed, he places his palm on your chest and pushes you back down.

“I don’t need to what?”

“You don’t need to try and lift me.”

“Good to know.”, he responds sarcastically as he effortlessly lifts you in his arms. “Thankfully I don’t need to try. I already know what I can and can’t do.”

After removing your skirt and heels and placing you in the water, the metalhead climbs in behind you and begins cleaning your body as Steve, now donning boxers, places himself on the edge.

“Am I allowed to ask questions?”

“Of course, sweetheart, but we decide whether or not to answer.”

“I guess that’s fair.”

“Did you have a particular question in mind, honey or…?”

“Just some general things.”, you shrug. “Like I know you make a lot of money but I don’t actually understand what you do.”

“Um, the short answer would be I’m an investor, I guess. My father owned and ran an advertising firm that I took over. Then I utilized those funds to buy and resell properties. That business move you mentioned? I bought a building in Las Vegas and spruced it up. Since it was right on the strip it sold for a high dollar value.”

“Did that go right over your head?”, Eddie asked in jest.

“A bit.”, you smile shyly.

“Those kids you brought…what do you teach that would bring them to my office?”

“Oh, that wasn’t my class. I was helping my friend with her field trip because another teacher called in sick. She teaches economics; I teach English.”

Both men make a subtle ah noise as they chuckle.

“Almost all of students know you.”, you smile as you shift your focus to the rockstar. “They say you need to post more on social media.”

“Yeah, I have no idea how any of that works. I just post what they tell me and Gareth runs our band one. I’m an old man, sweetheart.”

“Oh my god. No, you aren’t.”, you laugh as you keen into his chest.

You don’t see it but both men exchange another look before Eddie wraps his arms over your own and holds you tightly against him as he kisses your shoulder.

“I’m, um, assuming that doesn’t bother you…that we are older?”

“Most sugar daddies are, honey.”

“That’s not what I asked.”, Steve scolds as he reaches out to lightly grip your chin.

“No, it doesn’t bother me.” Nodding at your answer, he releases you to take hold of your hand and help you to your feet to step onto the bathmat allowing the metalhead to do the same so he can dry you. “Do it bother you?”

“No, baby girl, it doesn’t.”

“Now if any younger guys are out here hitting on you—“ Eddie smiles when your loud belly laugh cuts him off.

“Trust me, no one is hitting on me. I’m not saying that in like an insecure way. I’m just, usually my sarcasm gets in the way.”

After leading you back into the bedroom, you’re surprised when Steve grabs his shirt and puts it on you, falling to his knees as he closes the buttons.

“This material feels nice.” A sexy smirk paints his face as you watch his fingers move. “Smells like you.”

As soon as he completes his task, his face presses into your stomach as his hands tenderly trail up one of your legs.

“I smell cigarettes to. Almost like my best friend insists on smoking around me.”

“Oh, sure, because you don’t smoke with me sometimes.”, Eddie teases as you both smile. “I like that you smell like us both though. Let’s people know you belong to someone already.”

Taking a hold of your bicep, he guides you under the covers and you immediately spoon your body into his as he circles his arm around you again.

“Should I…remove my profile from the site?”, you ask sleepily as Steve lays in front of you and brushes some of your hair away from your face.

“We would appreciate that. Tomorrow we can give you our number so we can talk directly on the phone and get some more information so we can send you money when you need it. I would also like to work on getting you a better place to stay. I don’t like you being in a small place where—”

“Steven.”, Eddie chuckles as he interrupts his friend. “Look at her.”

As his eyes glanced over you, he realized you had fallen asleep, your steady breathing and calm face making them swoon.

“Am I asking for too much? I hate the idea of her living somewhere she isn’t comfortable.”, the mogul inquires as he slides further under the covers and caresses your skin while the rockstar props up on his elbow.

“She doesn’t seem like the kind of woman to do anything that would make her uncomfortable.”, he grins. “But no, I don’t think you’re going overboard.”

“You know how we are. That’s why women always took advantage of us.”

“That’s why we’re taking things a bit slower this time so we don’t have another incident like last time.”

Steve growled under his breath at the thought.

“I don’t think Y/N would be as vindictive as our ex was. Yeah she’s got a mouth but she seems up front and honest. I like that.”

“Me to.”

“I hope we aren’t wrong about this one, Ed.”

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nyxoz · 2 years

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when you get home you instantly need to take off your day clothes and get into something comfy. preferably no bra and no pants and a shirt that may or may not be eddie’s.

eddie has grown accustom to this ritual and loves sitting down somewhere watching you walking around the room shedding clothes.

first it’s your pants, kicked off at the entry way to the bedroom. then your shirt and you’re left in your bra and panties. he takes the time to appreciate the soft lines of your body, how your underwear hugs your asscheeks and gets caught between them. he traces the strap of your bra as it sits on the edge of your shoulder almost sliding off but not quite.

you walk around with the days mail in your hand, one arm coming around to skilfully unclasp your bra. eddie is always in awe at how you can do it so swiftly. and just like magic, your bra slides down your arms, revealing your tits as you stand there reading over a letter you received. eddie takes a picture with his mind, you standing there in just your panties, hair a mess from the day, fully relaxed with your bumps and curves, hunched over a little to read.

you chuck the letter and remaining mail on the bed and walk over to your dresser. eddie watches your back muscles contract as you pull open the drawer, the rolls of your sides moving with you. you pull out an old shirt eddie gave you awhile ago and turn around as you pull it over your head. eddie’s eyes watch the hem of the shirt cover your pretty face and slide down your body, over you boobs, and dropping over your hips and just covering your panties from view.

you take a breath at the feel of being fully comfortable in your clothes and look up to see eddie with a soft loving smirk on his face.

“what?” you ask him.

“jus’ lookin’ at my pretty girl.”

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warmaidensrevenge · 2 years

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Pairings: Eddie x best friend! Plus size reader

Ok. This one is gonna be kinda rough. Hope y'all like it. Inspired by Paramores song never let this go.

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

Warnings: Angst, body insecurities, smoking, mentions of sex, arguing, cursing. Not proof read. No word count. Sorry!

Part 3: Crestfallen

Girlfriend? GIRLFRIEND?! You thought over and over. Eddie has a girlfriend. When the fuck did that happen?

You sat in the library looking down at the empty notepad in front of you. You stared at it half hoping the words would just appear.

The sound your pencil made while you tapped it on the table grew louder and louder. The smell of old books made you queazy. And the clock above the librarian's desk was driving you crazy.

Why wouldn't he tell you? You guys told each other everything. Even when he hooked up with someone. You just always stopped him from going into too much detail. Maybe he knew. Maybe he knew that if he told you, it would break your heart. Maybe he knew that you were in love with him.

No.

You pushed the thought away. If he did know, then why would he have taken care you while you were sick? Or why would he call you a pretty girl? Surely if he knew you liked him, he wouldn't do those things. He just wouldn't. He's not like that.

Then why the hell wouldn't he tell you?!

The rest of the school day didn't get any better. Drones of teachers lecturing on trigonometry and statistics just came out sounding like Charlie Brown's mom.

As the final bell rang for the day, you still couldn't decide how to approach Eddie. You were hurt. But you didn't want him to see that. You didn't want anyone to see that.

Maybe Gareth meant like a friend who happens to be a girl...like me.

You contemplated going home or to the Munson's. Wanting to spill your guts out to your best friend. You wanted to smack his arm and scold him for keeping such a big secret. But you were afraid of what he might say.

As you stopped at an intersection you looked left then right. Left was home. Right was most likely heartache.

You tapped your fingers on the handle bars. Hearing the call of the void as cars passed by. You thought you could be brave this time. Just this once.

As you stared at the road to the right, you put your foot back on the peddle and took off.

Pulling up into your driveway gave you some kind of comfort that you didn't know you needed until you saw it. It was a small amount of peace you needed right now.

Your dad worked second shift at the Hawkins sewer and authority. So you knew you would be alone. Though you should've went to talk this out with Eddie, you couldn't bring yourself to do it. So you went inside and headed straight for the kitchen. Grabbing a bag of Doritos and a can of pop.

You sat on the floor in your room eating and listening to Fleetwood Macs album Rumors.

'Go your own way' did it for you. You couldn't handle the anxiety anymore. So you grabbed your walkman and went for a walk.

You strolled for about 30 minutes before finding yourself in the woods. Right in front an old maple tree.

One day back in the summer of '84, Eddie brought you to this old tree house to get high. It wasn't really a tree house. More like a hunters perch. Just a really big one. The wood floor wrapped it's self around the tree. With wood planks nailed to the base trailing up to the top. It was a place full of laughs and tears.

Our place.

The tree held a lot of significance. Everytime Eddie got in a fight, you could always finding him here. You helped clean his cuts or busted lip. Or when the stupid kids hurt your feelings a little too much or when you missed your mom. Eddie would always find you here.

You sat at the edge of the perch and lit a cigarette. Normally, you didn't smoke. Only when you were unbearably stressed. And today was one of those days. You sat there staring out into the woods.

What would I give to not exist right now.

You wiped away your tears and started to sing.

'Hello darkness my old friend. I've come to talk with you again.'

As you hummed the rest of the song you pulled out a note pad and tried writing.

'I love you

But if I tell you

I lose you

And that's just something I'm not willing to do

But I truly do love you'

Nope too cheesey. You thought.

You ripped out the page and crumpled it, stuffing it into your bag. This happened a few more times before you decided to give up.

Reaching for another cigarette, you notice that you already smoked half the pack. It started to get dark and cold now but you didn't want to leave. You didn't want to leave the only place that eased your mind.

Thoughts of Eddie running through your head. You hugged yourself to warm up. Inhaling puff after puff. You wished you knew why you weren't good enough. You prayed for this gut wrenching feeling to ease up. Wished it would all just go away. Even the feelings of rejection and loneliness.

Please God. Help-

" Hey you up there?"

That stupid beautiful voice made you freeze.

" Heyyy y/n?" He sung out.

You wiped your tears away and scooted back so that he couldn't see your feet.

" C'mon y/n. Don't hide."

You peak over the edge.

Shit why are you here?

Eddie put his hands on his hips. "Ahhhhaaa! I found you... So uhh you coming down or am I coming up?"

Shit shit.

" Alright coming up." He said.

You hurried and snuffed out the cigarette before he made it up top.

" Whatcha doing up here? Smoking huh?"

You swallowed thickly and sighed. " What's up Munson?"

" I've been looking everywhere for you. Did you know Hawkins has a library?"

You let out a light chuckle. "You don't say."

He shoulder bumped you at you being sarcastic. " Yup. I went there to find you. Should've know to come here first." He smacked his forehead.

" Did... did you need something?"

He shook his head. Making his beautiful curls sway a little. " Nah just wanted to hang out."

It was quiet for a while after that. You could hear the crickets chirping. The wind moving through the trees. Usually those sounds relaxed you. But all you felt was tension in the highest degree. So you lit another cigarette.

Before you could take a proper drag, he took it from you.

"These things will kill ya." He grinned, then took a long toke before handing it back.

You guys stayed quietly for a minute before he became antsy.

"So you gonna tell me what's wrong?"

You couldn't find the words. So you remained silent.

Eddie leaned against the tree and crossed his ankles. Putting an arm behind his head.

" Alright then, I've got nowhere to be tonight. So whenever you're ready." He said, lightly smacking your arm so you could share the cigarette.

After he took his drag, he handed it back. You flicked off the ashes and took a long hit. Letting it out slowly into the sky. You then inhaled sharply and sighed.

" When where your gonna tell me?" You asked looking off in the distance.

You could feel his gaze on you while he slowly sat up.

" What are you talking about?"

You shook your head and scoffed a little. "Your girlfriend."

Eddie sighed. "How-how do you know about that?"

You could hear in his tone that he didn't plan on telling you. You took one last puff before crushing the butt into the wood. Tossing it after.

" Since when did we stop telling each other everything Munson?" You said coldly.

He sighed again and when he didn't say anything you got up and climbed down the tree.

He groaned. " Ugh fuck! Y/n c'mon wait."

Finally on the ground you started off home.

Don't cry. Don't let him see you cry.

He chased after you. "Y/n c'mon stop!"

You tried to ignore him but all you wanted to do was break down.

" Seriously y/n. Fuckin' talk to me. I can explain."

You stopped and hung your head. " What do you want me to say?"

" I...I don't know. Maybe tell me what's going on in your head. Why are you freaking out on me? You ignore me all day, and now you're smoking."

I'm sad okay!

You turned around and looked at the guy you loved. " I'm sorry. Whatever I - I did that made you feel like you couldn't talk to me. I'm so sorry. You can always talk to me Munson. About anything." You choked up a little. " I just- I just thought...I don't know. I thought were friends."

" Hey hey hey" He said. Trying to calm you down. "We are friends silly. You're my best friend. Please don't be sorry. I just- didn't know how to tell you. I didn't want you to be upset."

Shit he knows how I feel.

You were quiet again. Which freaked him out.

" See I knew you would be mad that I was seeing her." He tossed his head back, throwing his arms in the air then dropping them back down while shaking his head. " See this is exactly why-"

You cut him off. "Her?"

His eyes widened. Shit you don't know. He thought while trying to look everywhere but you.

" Munson... Who?"

Still not looking at you, he kick a pine cone.

"Munson? Who's your girlfriend?"

He let out a frustrating growl while crossing his arms. Finally meeting your gaze. Your eyes feel like daggers to him. Yup you were definitely going to kick his ass.

"EDWARD?!"

"Shit! Fine...Fine" He moved his messy bangs out of his eyes. "It's Sara."

Your eyes widen. "Umm excuse me?"

He clicked his tongue. " S-sara."

"Sara who?"

Silence fell again.

Nope nope. You thought. Don't you fuckin' dare say her.

"SARA WHO EDWARD?!"

He winced. "Mitchell..."

The sound of her name left a nasty taste in your mouth. It was probably the cigarette that did that but, you definitely decided that it was her name.

You lightly chuckled. "That's not funny."

Eddie licked his lips. "I wasn't joking."

Any sadness you had went right out the window. Now you were fuming. You shook your head and lowered your eyes to the ground. Trying to calm yourself down.

"No. Not gonna happen. Nope." You said, turning around and stomping off. He followed in persuit.

" Oh yes it is!" He groaned. "Y/n c'mon on. Don't walk away."

You kept going and repeating "no"

"Y/n seriously! She's not that bad."

NOT THAT BAD! HE HAS TO BE FUCKIN' KIDDING ME.

You spun around causing him to stop suddenly and slid a bit. You could punch him. If he was close enough, you would have knocked him into the next life. Maybe he would come back as a jackass. Then he and Sarah fuckin' Mitchell could ride off into the sunset.

" That's it! We're fighting!" You said through your teeth.

It came out harsh. But you didn't care. He was being the biggest fuckin' idiot right now.

Eddie backing away with his hands stretched out towards you.

You slowly started approaching him. " Seems like you forgot who was responsible for you getting your hair cut off in middle school. All because she decided to use YOUR head as gum wrapper!"

Closing your distance, he put his hands in his jean pockets and looked away. You were right about that.

You cocked your head to the side." No?" How about when the one time I wore a dress to school, she dropped a ketchup soaked tampon behind me. IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE CAFETERIA!"

" Well it was a nice dress. You looked really pretty." He tried lighting the mood.

You narrowed your eyes at him. What the fuck?!

"NOT THE POINT MUNSON!" You took a calming breath and continued. " So her coining your oh so special nickname. Eddie 'the freak' Munson does nothing for you?"

He shrugged. " It's uhh love hate kind of relationship."

You scoffed. " How about when she tripped Dustin on his first day of school. Causing his braces to cut his lip. Oh by the way, how is he ok with this?"

He grinned. " That kid worships me."

You pinched the bridge of your nose trying to sort out this stupid conversation.

Eddie knew he messed up. Not telling you he was dating someone. But worst of all seeing your arches nemesis. "Hey. C'mon she's really not that bad."

You covered your mouth and looked away from him. Tears filling your eyes. "She's the one who started the whole 'miss piggy' thing. She's the reason why people make squeal and oink noises at me." Your voice broke and you crossed your arms feeling the cold again.

You weren't even mad anymore. You were just so hurt that out of everyone. He picked her. Sure you knew this day would come. And you knew it was gonna depress you. But this was more. A betrayal if you will.

Eddie could hear the pain in your voice and felt liked an asshole. He went to you and took your face in his hands. Wiping away your tears with his thumbs. It really broke his heart when you cried.

" Don't cry pretty girl. Listening I made her promise to stop. Ok?"

" I... I don't trust her Eddie."

He wrapped you up in a tight hug and you buried your face in his chest hugging him back.

" I'm not asking you to trust her." Eddie's voice quaked a little as he tried to shush you. " Trust me. Just trust me pretty girl."

You guys stood there for a few minutes. He knew that you would trust him with your life. Just like he trusted you with his. And no matter what was happening, your friendship came first.

He rubbed your arms. " You're shivering....c'mon. Let me take you home."

You agreed and he led you to his van holding your hand. Not letting go until you got home.

He lingered as always after dropping you off. Making sure you were safe inside your house. However for some reason he felt like he hurt you more than he initially thought.

It couldn't have been just him confessing that he was seeing Sara that made you have a panic attack. But whatever it was, all he knew was to never do it again.

...

A few days went by and you filled your time with school work and filling out college applications. Eddie would come hang out, but he never stayed long. You felt like you were losing him.

Out of everything you could put your feelings aside. But the lack of attention hurt you. And it was only gonna get worse.

At lunch you would sit in your spot pretending that everything was ok. You did your best to not make things awkward. But you were loosing the internal battle. Thank goodness it was campaign night. Finally you could pretend to be someone else and have some fun again. Even if it was only just for a few hours.

Eddie was obtuse. And very forgetful. But one thing he was very good at, was reading you. You were obviously sad. The little smile on your face didn't fool him. He could see it in your eyes.

But what could he do? He liked Sara. And it really didn't hurt things when she was good in bed.

Still, whether he saw it or not. There was something deeper going on with you. And being a good friend would figure it out. However, he kept getting distracted.

...

You grab the bags of snacks out of the basket that hung in front of your bike. You looked for Eddie. But he wasn't there to help. Out of nowhere Dustin came out the doors.

" Hey y/n."

"Umm hey."

" Eddie sent me out here to help you."

You furrowed your brow. Why didn't he come?

You nodded. " Oh ok. Thanks buddy."

Dustin grabbed a couple of bags and you walked in together. You stopped suddenly. Feeling your stomach drop and the air getting sucked from your lungs.

You look at your normal spot at the campaign table and she was sitting there. Giggling and making googly eyes at Eddie. He didn't even look at you.

You went to the snack table not saying a word. Dustin smiled at you and you gave a halfhearted one back.

"Are you really ok with this?" You whispered to him.

"Y-yeah. As long as Eddie's happy right?"

" Right..." you replied. Giving Eddie a longing look that he didn't notice.

He's happy with her.

You and Dustin finished setting up. Both heading to the campaign table after.

You could feel Eddie's eyes on you. You gave him a quick glance and a small smile.

He mouthed an " I'm sorry" and you just shook your head and looked away.

That campaign was great.

Eddie had created the Cult of Vecna. It was intense. The only thing that was off about it, was Sara acting like she was interested in the game. She asked a million and one questions. Causing the game to go on extra long. Normally you loved lengthy campaigns. But you couldn't wait to get out of there.

After you went to clean up the snack table, you picked up Eddie's normal container and saw the cookies were still there. Even the milk carton wasn't opened. The feelings you got were almost undescribable. It was this gut wrenching feeling accompanied with a pain in your heart. Not once has he ever done that. This guy wasn't your Eddie anymore.

He's her's now. The thought made you physically exhausted.

Dustin broke you out of your daze. " Sweet! There's still cookies."

You looked over to him and gave him a genuine smile. Glad that at least Dustin was still Dustin.

You sighed to yourself. "Turn around. Let me see your backpack. "

He was confused but did as you asked.

You unzipped the top zipper and put in the cookies intended for Eddie. Dustin looked over his shoulder to see what you were doing.

He gave you a toothybeam. " Thanks!"

You grinned at him. " You're welcome buddy. Enjoy them."

Once everything was done, all of you headed outside. Eddie and Sara were kissing and horsing around by his van. He glanced over to where you and Dustin stood. You half smiled and lifted your hand to wave goodbye. He threw up a ✌️ and opened the door for Sara. You over heard. "M'lady" Sara then laughed, while tugging at his hair.

You wanted to be happy for him and a part of you was. But seeing it was her who made him smile was just so painful.

As long as you're happy bud.

...

You cried yourself to sleep that night. Like most nights, you wish you could be someone else. Someone less emotional, less insecure. You were such a coward. You couldn't tell your best friend how he made you feel. How hard this was.

You want to tell him to stop doing things that made you fall deeper in love with him. To stop worrying about you. You wanted him to tell you, that there wasn't even the slightest chance that you guys could be together. So that maybe you can move on. You tried to make yourself feel better by thing about how far away you would be after highschool. Maybe the distance would help. Maybe if he was out of sight then you could let him go.

The tapping on your window woke you up. You looked at the clock trying to make out the red blurred light.

2:47 am.

You got up and went to the window. Dressed in your green flannel and panties. Your high bun off to the side.

" Hey." Eddie whispered when you opened the window.

You didn't say anything and went back to bed. He climbed in and made himself at home.

He tried to be as quiet as possible taking off his shoes and jacket. He then went to turn your record player. Lowing it so that he could barely hear it. He figured you guys were gonna talk.

When he brought Sara to the club, he honestly thought you were gonna drag her out by her hair. But instead you had this sadness surrounding you. And he knew he was the cause of it. So what could he do other than say he was sorry.

You had your back facing him when you felt him climb into bed and felt an arm go around your waist. He then pulled you closer to him. You felt his bare chest pressing against your back.

This was quite normal. You guys were best friends after all. But something about this time felt different. It might have been possible that the relationship was merely platonic. And that was all it would ever be.

He whispered in your ear while hugging you a little tighter. " I'm sorry y/n."

You groaned. " I'm sleeping Munson."

Just before you fell back asleep you mumbled "I miss you."

Eddie held you even tighter. He missed you too. More than he cared to admit.

These past few days felt weird. It was like something was missing from his life. Or someone. That obviously being you. Sure Sara was fun. And super hot. But, he couldn't talk to her like he could with you. He wasn't entirely comfortable like he was with you.

And as much as he liked hooking up with her, he missed his best friend. The pretty chubby girl with the cute smile and funniest laugh. The girl who was always down for a lightsaber battle, instead of giving him weird looks. Or make fun of him.

What was it about you that made him like you so much? Why did he miss you when you guys were apart? And why did he feel like he kept hurting you?

Something was happening and he didn't know what it was or what to do about it.

...

The next morning he was still there. You opened your eyes a little and adjusted yourself to get more comfortable in his arms. Just then you felt where his hand actually was.

It was under your shirt, holding on to your overhanging tummy. His finger tips dug slightly into your skin.

You felt the heat race to your face. You picked up his hand and placed it slowly at his side. You laid there for a minute before sitting up. Pulling your shirt down. All the commotion woke him up.

He yawned. " Morning."

" M-morning."

He got up and started getting dressed. You watched as he slid his shirt over his untamed hair. Staring as the shirt fell down his thin but slightly muscular back.

You bit your lip to hold back the moan.

" Hey so uhhh want to watch a movie tonight?" He asked while putting on his jacket.

" What no plans with the Mrs?" You tried joking.

" No no. She has the cheer thing out of town.*

You rolled your eyes. "Oh."

He turned around and gave you his perfect grin. "What'd say?"

How could you say no to that beautiful creature. " I'll pick up the Evil Dead and head over after work."

" Oh hell yeah! But I have a request." He said while jumping on the bed.

You raised your brow and laughed a little.

He pouted. " Can you please make me some cookies?"

You giggled and nodded. He thanked you by giving you a hug and left.

A bit of happiness started to fill you. It felt like things were going back to normal.

If only.

...

Your shift at the video store went so good. You never noticed how awesome Robin and Steve were. They bickered like a married couple. But, they were so funny.

You always wondered why Steve and Nancy broke up. Not that you didn't like Johnathan or anything. You just thought there was a strong connection there. You knew that Steve's need to hook up with girls was to get over Nancy. But deep down. He was really great. And extremely attractive.

" So any plans tonight?" Robin nudged you.

"Uh just gonna watch a movie with a friend."

"L/n. You got a date?" Steve asked while munching on a red vine.

" Ha no. I'm hanging out with Munson."

He nearly spat. " The freak?"

Robin smacked him hard upside the head. "That's her best friend dumbass."

"GEEZ IM SORRY!" He said while rubbing the back of his head.

You said smiling at Robin. " He's not a freak."

...

You sat listening to Eddie practice the riff in Master of Puppets but he got so frustrated when he kept messing up.

You stood up and held out your hand. " C'mon bud. Let's watch the movie."

The night was so great. You two laughing at how bad the movie was. But it was so bad that it was good. You leaned yourself against him, putting your legs up on the couch. He put his arm around you to get comfortable.

While eating cookies and kettle corn, you both laugh at Ash. Suddenly, you heard the door unlocked and open up.

Wayne must have gotten off early. You both thought.

But no. Sara walked in.

Eddie got up and went to lift her, spinning her around once then put her back down.

You sat up and put your shoes on. She has a key? I don't even have a key.

You exchanged pleasantries. And though Eddie tried to convince you to stay and finished the movie, you said that they should spend some time together.

You would have said anything to get the hell out of there.

So you went leave and saw that it had just started to snow. The first snowfall was always so beautiful. It felt like magic. Except when it got all slushy after because it was too warm to stick.

You bundled up and put on your gloves when the door to the trailer opened and Sara stepped out.

" Hey y/n?"

You turned around. " Y-yeah?"

" I need you to back off of Eddie bear."

Uhhhhh what?

"Excuse me?" You asked, shocked at her boldness. But also surprised that she knew your name.

She crossed her arms. " I see the way you look at him. You need to stop. It's kinda pathetic. And it's bad enough that he brings you up all the time."

You scoffed and shook your head. " We're just friends. I promise."

"I don't care what you are. Just back off."

You scoffed a laugh and wanted to tell her to go fuck herself. And you were about to when Eddie came out.

"Oh shit! It's snowing. Hey y/n hold on, I'll drive you home." He said.

" It's cool Munson. I need to burn off the calories I just ate." You replied before getting on your bike and riding away.

The journey home was cold but you needed it. You were so upset that you thought maybe if your heart stopped beating that it wouldn't hurt so much. Again pushing the feelings of jealousy away.

Eddie watched as you took off. " Hey babe what happened with y/n?"

Sara pulled him back into the trailer. " Oh nothing. Just telling her to be careful."

He looked out the window to see you peddling away.

Get home safe pretty girl.

...

You didn't see Eddie for a while after that. You tried on Thanksgiving. To no avail.

You went to the Munson's trailer to drop off some food for Wayne and Eddie like you have done for the past 4 years. But Eddie wasn't there. Wayne said that he missed you being around. You explained how you had to work a lot because of the holidays.

He understood but still expressed how much he missed Sunday breakfast.

...

The following Monday was always great after Thanksgiving. Teachers put a hold on the assignments and quizzes so the kids could get back to norm.

You decide to eat lunch at the picnic table in the woods where Eddie normally would deal. You couldn't bring yourself to go to the Hellfire table today.

You stopped by your locker to drop off a couple of books first and to grabbed your leftover thanksgiving turkey salad. Eddie came over and leaned up on the lockers next to yours.

" Thank you soooo much for the food. It was amazing. And oh that apple pie." He brought his fingers to his mouth and did a chef's kiss. " I had to fight for the last piece."

You smiled. You loved cooking for them. It always made you feel so good. "Well I'm glad you enjoyed it. Oh where were you by the-"

" Hey freak your pig got out." A feminine voice called out from a crowd of people.

You then heard the pig noises. Eddie quickly jumped in front of you so you couldn't see who said it.

He tried to get you to look at him. " Just ignore it."

You stood on your tippy toes to look at her over his shoulder.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY? MUNSON MOVE!"

He didn't and kept trying to block your view of her.

You were beyond pissed and not because she called you a pig.

" ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW? WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!" You said out of straight anger." MUNSON, FUCKIN' MOVE!"

You tried to step to the side but he kept intervening.

" Oh miss piggy you didn't hear me?" Sara sneered.

He grabbed your wrists. You tried to fight him to let go but he was holding on too tight.

" Woah freak didn't you get the memo. No livestock on school grounds." Jason Carver spit out, laughing with the others.

You could see Eddie's jaw clench in your peripheral, but he didn't say anything.

" Listen here you piece of-"

You weren't able to finish because Eddie pulled you by one of your wrist. Dragging you outside. You resisted but he was a lot stronger than he looked.

While pulling you through the doors and down the steps, you could tell he was furious.

" LET ME GO EDWARD!" You snarled through your teeth.

Eddie never heard your voice like that before. So he let go and turned to you. Your face unreadable.

You shook your head at him and stormed off through the football field, into the woods. Heading to the picnic table.

You paced back and forth. Mumbling to yourself. Trying to make sense of the whole situation.

Then you heard crunching of leaves and glanced over. Eddie was there, arms crossed. You looked away and kept pacing. You stopped and open your mouth to say something but nothing came out. So you closed it and kept going.

" You know you're so painfully shy. It honestly makes it hard to be your friend."

His words stung like salt in a wound.

You didn't mean it. You really didn't mean to say it. It just came out like vomit. "Then don't be."

He chuckled. " Pfff. What?"

You stopped and glared at him." Then don't be my friend Munson."

He shook his head and laughed at the dumb comment. " You're being stupid."

That's it!

" I'm being stupid. Seriously? Me?" Your body trembled with anger as you continued. "You're the one who's dating miss perfect in there. You're the one hiding your fucking relationship...You know, I always wondered why I never saw you two together during school. The sex can't be that damn good. She must have a really nice vag for you to be that fucking pathetic."

He furrowed his brow. "Why do you care where I put my dick huh? Why the hell are you freaking out so damn bad?"

You shook your head. " Because I'm your friend. You deserve better than that. You deserve better than her. You know you do."

He scoffed. "Well you're being a real shitty friend right now."

You damn near gasped. "I'm the shitty friend! Me?! How am I the shitty friend when you're the one who LIED! And keeps lying to me."

You looked at him and you could see that your words hurt him. But you didn't care. He promised he would never lie to you. However, that's all he did now.

A few seconds passed and neither one of you said anything. You put your hands in your pockets and started marching off.

He rolled his eyes. "We're not done talking about this y/n."

" I am." You said coldly as you passed him.

You heard his feet moving after you. While still walking you looked over your shoulder.

"DON'T follow me. Hell...don't bother talk to me again."

Eddie stopped and watched you walk away. You couldn't have meant that. Yet again, he had never pissed you off this bad before. And you never hurt him like this either.

He was so frustrated that he kicked a tree and went to sit at the bench.

He then buried his face in his hand. " God damn y/n! Why can't you just see my side?"

...

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