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2022.11.18 Seo Eunkwang Theatre+ Interview English Translation
Original Korean article here. Interviewer's questions in bold.
Please credit Born To Eng Sub if you post excerpts anywhere.
[COVER STORY] Never Ending Story: Actor Seo Eunkwang
As the leader of an idol group, as a vocalist who gets recognition, as a 10-year musical actor, Seo Eunkwang never treats any dream recklessly and shines today.
editor: Son Jeongeun; photographer: Kim Taewoo; stylist: Park Hyejeong, Jeon Sohyeon; Hair: Taehyeon (Mijangwon by Taehyeon); makeup: Hana (Mijangwon by Taehyeon)
In the defining number 'A Musical' from musical "Something Rotten," famous musical numbers are wittily melded together. You may wonder why we're bringing up a past work, but the start of this story was 2 years ago. Back then, in a video interview with Theatre Plus, we asked if there was a musical parodied in that number that Seo Eunkwang would want to participate in, and without hesitation he answered "Jesus Christ Superstar." "It would be so great if I could do that musical with Michael (Lee)," he said and in two years that has become reality.
The musical "Jesus Christ Superstar" was created fifty years ago by the musical world's virtuoso composer Andrew Lloyd Webber and lyricist Tim Rice. It interprets the story of the seven days before the death of Jesus from an unconventional perspective, and became a topic as it stood at the center of several controversies. It was a work so ahead of its time that even now, a long time later, you can still feel how unconventional it is. One wonders what kind of message it will throw to the audiences of 2022. We asked Seo Eunkwang, playing the role of Judas, to tell us about this work which is being performed again in Korea after 7 years.
You mentioned that your dream work was "Jesus Christ Superstar" in a number of interviews. How does it feel to have that dream come true?
Like I've said, this is one of the works I wanted to try doing the most, so it makes me want to do a really good job. While I've been doing musicals, I think this is the first one that's made me feel this much pressure. And the thing that adds even more pressure is that this is the 50th anniversary performance. It's even the first time it's been performed (in Korea) in 7 years. Since I know that so many people have so much interest, I'm working very hard to prepare. It's such an honor to be able to participate. I'm very happy.
You mentioned that your dream role was Jesus, but this time you ended up with the role of Judas.
I wondered what kind of feeling it would be to stand onstage as Jesus, and that kind of expectation led me to say I wanted to play Jesus. I'm still not good enough for that role, so I think I'll have to build up more years of experience first. And Judas is very impressive and has a lot of charm, so I'm really into him. The Judas numbers are very intense, so on one hand it's very difficult.
Like you said, this work has a reputation for having very difficult musical numbers. You're famous yourself for being good at singing, but it must feel very different to be engaged in this work.
Since the Judas numbers "Heaven on their Minds" and "Superstar" are so famous, a lot of people probably know them, but as I've actually been starting work on the show, there are also a lot of other difficult songs. I was shocked the first time I started practicing. The number "Judas' Death" which he sings just before dying is incredible. And besides that all the other songs are hard, too. Three or four songs are in the range of the top of the second octave, even playing into the third octave, which is just ridiculous for a male role. It makes me wonder what the composer was thinking when he composed them.
And also all the different Judas actors have interpreted the songs in their own different ways.
That's why practice was so hard. The work itself is very free. The melody line is set, but everyone has sung it with their own style. So after absorbing the sheet music, changing it to fit my own style was really extremely hard. It was my first time doing such a free work, so it was very new for me.
Recently on a livestream you showed yourself practicing "Heaven on their Minds." It was like getting a taste of Seo Eunkwang's Judas.
Now I'd like to delete the video. At the time, after practicing a few songs including Western ones, I started livestreaming because I wanted to show that, but I really regret showing this song in advance. Since I was just practicing, there were a lot of parts that were lacking. It's a relief that the fans like it, but next time I'll have to be more thorough.
Even though it was practice, that in itself makes you feel like it was lacking, I guess.
When singing, I want to show a perfect side of myself. Compared to the past, I've let go a lot. When I was young, I felt that way strongly, but lately I've thought that I wanted to show my growth through even the imperfect side of myself. That's why I showed myself practicing, but afterwards as time has gone on I've felt regretful about it. "I could have done it better," I think.
There are a lot of videos where your fellow BTOB member and musical theater actor Lee Changsub sings the number "Gethsemane." It makes me wonder if the two of you might do this work together someday.
We tend to sing for fun, and we both really like that song. If someday Changsub could play Judas and I could play Jesus and we could stand on stage together, that would be a dream come true. Wow, just imagining it is amazing.
Judas is a person who's remembered as a betrayer. But in this work, he's drawn as a revolutionary, which became a hot topic.
I also only knew Judas as a betrayer. But while preparing for this work, the other day I asked my mom while we were eating. My mom is an elder and is very devout. I asked, "What do you think about Judas?" and what she told me is very similar to how I'm interpreting Judas now. Most people think of him as a betrayer, but how much must he have worried and thought over his decision up until he sold Jesus out, and what kinds of thoughts must he have had when he heard Jesus predict that he would betray him. She told me that must not have been an easy decision, and that put part of my mind at ease. I thought that I could express Judas as much as I wanted and the people watching would fully accept that. I had a lot of worries, but thanks to that I became a bit freer.
What kinds of things were you worrying about?
The hardest part was that the character of Judas isn't explained very well. In the Bible, he's mostly portrayed as a traitor, so most of the audience will come in with only that background for him. You can't help but come in with those biases. But within this work, rather than being a betrayer, he loves Jesus so much and reveals his own beliefs so strongly, and those beliefs are so clear. So my homework was to portray that well. Also my own image tends to be strongly of someone very bright and happy, on top of my build being on the small side, so I worried about how best to capture the character in order to explain him well.
In the role of Jesus, actors Michael Lee and Im Taegyeong have returned. What is the difference between the two Jesuses?
We're still in the practice stage, but I feel like Michael Lee sunbaenim's Jesus feels more like a friend. He mentioned that this season he wanted to show a more human side. So when we practice, I feel those parts and there's a closeness to it. I think Im Taegyeong sunbaenim's Jesus feels a little more divine. Rather than a friend, he feels like a teacher or a father.
It's been 50 years since this work was shown to the world for the first time. Yet the modifier of "unconventional" always seems to follow it even now.
Actually, I had never seen this musical before, myself. It's being performed in Korea for the first time in 7 years, and there aren't a lot of videos. I had only heard of it indirectly, and the reviews of audiences who saw it in the past were quite cutting. People say it's very serious and can be very polarizing, and due to the fact that it's all sung-through people could get bored, and as a rock musical the songs can be unfamiliar. I was also very nervous when practices started, but everything was a lot more fun than I expected.
In particular, I think there are a lot of reviews that say it can be polarizing.
I saw a lot of those reviews, too. But when it actually came down to doing it, it was very fun. Is that because I'm on the "liking it" side of the polarizing divide? (laughs)
Then please appeal to the audiences and tell them why you ended up liking it.
First of all, the development is very clear so the storyline progresses well on its own. The musical numbers are very convincing, as well. Seeing Jesus' more human side is very fresh and shocking, so it's not boring and has a lot of new charm to it. At first when people I knew told me they were going to see this musical, I, too, responded by saying "It's so polarizing, and it can be unfamiliar because it's sung-through." But now I say "Guys, this is so fun! You can expect good things from it," to people. It's a work that's snappy and full of charm.
Have you ever felt, like your character, that you are being led by a fate you can't refuse?
With my personality, I tend to accept things rather than try to refuse them. Even when I'm exhausted, I tend to think that if I can just get through this time then things will get better later. So I don't think I've had very many times when I feel like things are so hard that I break down. I live happily and enjoyably. I like living.
Just because you say you're happy, I'm sure you've still had hard times. How do you get through those times?
Of course I have hard times, too. When that happens, I try to work things out in a good direction, and I think that someday things will get better.
You must have what they call a good mentality about things.
I do think that I do. I've never doubted it.
This year BTOB reached their 10th anniversary. And you're also in your tenth year of doing musicals.
My debut in the group and my debut in musicals were just about a year apart. I've been doing musicals since I was 23, and back then there were a lot of things that were hard. Because I was young and an idol, I got a lot of various attention, and because of that I felt a lot of pressure to do a better job. Now I'm finally in the hyung line! [Someone with relatively more experience who is relatively older.] As I've been consistently working, now there are more people junior to me, so I'm a lot more comfortable now. I've always been the style to be less reserved with people younger than me. And now that I can work again with actors and staff I've already worked with, the practice room has also become more comfortable and I feel like I can try doing more new things.
When you look back, what is the most memorable period for you?
The thing that comes to mind the most is the practice room for my first musical, "Monte Cristo." I remember being so nervous I was shaking like a leaf. Back then I played Albert and Im Taegyeong sunbaenim played the Monte Cristo role with me, so I was so happy to see him again this time. It had been a long time, but I was so thankful that he greeted me so happily.
You've been consistently appearing on the musical stage. What kinds of charms do musicals have that they keep leading you to the stage?
I think the best thing is that through a musical work, you can live as various different people. I don't think I could really perceive it clearly until now, but this time thanks to this work I could strongly feel it. I thought "Wow, the works I've done up until now were really amazing." The thing that played the greatest part in leading me to realize that was Director Hong Seunghui, who is directing this time. The director always tells me to do things the way I want to, and asks me how I feel about each scene. The director tells me to follow my emotions and move the way I feel. I think I was able to immerse myself more in the role when I practiced because I was able to fully become Judas. So with this musical, I think I felt the good points of musicals even more.
So when you approach your character, what point do you start from?
Of course with each character you have to show a different side of yourself, but at first I work hard to find things that go well with me. When I look at myself, the nice way of saying it is that I have a strong identity, and the not-so-nice way of saying it is that I am a person who sticks out a lot. Because Seo Eunkwang is that kind of person, I think that if I only try to match things generally without melding more thoroughly, then I can't blend with the character well. So I try to find and bring out the most Seo Eunkwang-like parts of myself.
So then of the characters you've played so far, who was the most Seo Eunkwang-like one?
The character who fit me best was Nick Bottom from "Something Rotten." I barely had to add anything. I didn't need to immerse myself, he was just me so it was very easy. However, the tap dancing and other dancing, as well as the large amount of lines I had to memorize did make things harder, but when I think of the character it was so much fun. I think it might have been the only work I've done that was that comfortable for me.
With this work, you've achieved a dream of yours. What's your next goal?
I want to try something really shocking. Like Lola in "Kinky Boots."
You always have precise goals. And it seems like your goals are designed to challenge yourself.
I think you should always make goals for yourself. You need to have goals in order to prepare thoroughly and make progress. It's not just for musicals, I can only grow as a vocalist and singer when I make goals for myself, as well. And I always like a challenge. That's more fun, and I think I'm more proud of the result, as well.
Is that the reason that you appear on so many singing competition shows, too?
I went on a lot of them for that reason, but to tell the truth because of that I've been considering things a lot. I feel like I've been showing myself too much lately, and now maybe it's time to take a break for a bit. I asked my vocal teacher about these worries, but my teacher said "Eunkwang, you need to do these in order to grow." A person like me has to make goals and run towards them, as my teacher also knows. In order to even reach the general ballpark, I have to set clear goals and move towards them.
You're the kind of person who whips yourself into shape, I guess.
That's right, that's how I live. That can be my driving force. When I hear compliments, it feels nice, but it doesn't really help me to improve. So I also seek out negative comments. It lets me know what I need to work on. If it's not a helpful comment, I do pass it by, but for some negative comments I feel like if I can take them in, then I can make it so that I won't hear those comments anymore. I try to use them in a positive direction. When I do musicals, I look for a lot of audience reviews. I really look at everything. Be careful, everyone. (laughs)
You'll reach your 10th year anniversary of being a musical actor next year. What kind of musical actor do you want to be remembered as to audiences?
I want to be a truthful actor. An actor whose sincerity can be felt on every stage. And I want to continue to show my growth in the future. Of course I will continue to work hard and do my best. Since I'll continue to stand on stage and pour my heart into it, please continue to support me. And I'd like it if a lot of people could get good energy from me. As someone who is living through this time, I want to show that I'm living my life to the fullest. Let's all live the best we can.
#btob#seo eunkwang#eunkwang#kpop#musicals#jesus christ superstar#theatre plus#whew this ended up being pretty long but at least it's finished#please forgive any mistakes#gotta say it's a lot more comfortable translating longer texts on tumblr tho#if I do any more article translations they'll show up here#magazine article#article#born to eng sub#borntoengsub#korean magazine article translation#translation
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Hiii! May I request for some Hcs about Karma and a "famous" reader for something like acting/modeling related because her family? But actually her mother and brother are a little piece of shit with her, just like her internal environment. Her attitude at first is a bit dry, but she is a loving person
(Plus if have a fear of knives and learn to deal with Karma and the murder thing in the classroom)
(Btw, english is not my first language, sorry if something sounds weird. Idk if this is very specific, I'M SORRY, it's been on my mind for a long time, I love your writing, it's the first time I ask for :(
AAAAA I KNOW YOU HAVE A LOT OF REQUETS, take your time💐)
Thank you for the request! Sorry it took this long, I’ve been busy :(
Karma Akabane x Famous reader
(more description in the ask!)
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— If there’s one thing he makes fun of you the most it’s definitely the fame thing, anytime he sees you in a magazine or TV he snaps a pic on his phone and sends it to you like you don’t already know your on it😭
— Being kinda awkward at first isn’t something he minds he actually likes poking fun at you and trying to get you off guard.
— once you do let your guard down everyone is surprised Karma is the classmate who got you to open up, it’s an unexpected match but really fitting.
— sun x moon trope, (reader = sun, Karma = moon)
You both are inseparable and can talk about anything once comfortable enough, you’re also able to relate to each other, while your family issues come from different circumstances you guys are able to entrust in one another once you get comfortable enough and even find some relatable points in the conversation. (He’s the best secret keeper and gives surprisingly helpful advice when he wants to.)
— He finds your fear of knives and assassination in class endearing considering the knifes are more rubber like, he pokes fun at you for it but at the same time gives you advice and tries to help you get over your fear.
— if the fame is pushed on soely by your family and it’s not really what you want he’ll encourage you to just drop the whole thing and kinda rebel against what they want, wanting you to have control of your own life. (Parents wouldn’t approve of him whatsoever but it’s okay Karma for the win. This kinda depends on if he’s willing to put up a front for them and act like the “perfect” guy in their eyes or if they’re truly the worst and he doesn’t care enough to sugarcoat things for them, could go either way.)
— he acts like the paparazzi for fun, you’ll be sitting doing homework or something and his phone camera flash will go off (he purposely has flash on to annoy you)
— corniest nicknames depending on what you do, he’s also the one who picks your code name from class, something like “Hollywood”
Bonus note:
If you do Film, Kayano is mega jealous AND starstruck by you because the girl is a theatre nerd, definitely recognized you when you first went to 3E because she’s a fan and DEFINITELY asks you to hook her up with jobs in the film industry 😭 also depends what movies [name] acts in though because if it’s more action Nagisa would be second in line for that autograph (right behind Karma who asks for two because he wants to sell one on eBay)
MIMURA TOO OMG (the director student of 3E) he’s asking so many questions of the industry and is invested in everything you say.
If you do modeling, Rio is the first to recognize you when you walk in because she’s obsessed with your makeup/clothing brand. Also Yada whose into fashion and all that stuff, Yada is the type to make those cute little fashion inspiration boards and you’re on it of course.
Sorry for any spelling mistakes!! Please tell me if you catch any so I can fix! 🩷
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headcanons about harry anderson no one cares about but like 5 people and i
i need to stress he is in my brain daily and i need to get some thoughts out please talk to me about harry anderson egbert guys please /silly
⭐🧵headcanons under the cut 🧵⭐
🧵 it's stated in "the insiders" that he has stage fright, but we are not given an explanation as to where it came from.
i like to imagine it's because he grew up with so many successful people in his family circle. not just because they are gods - but because they have talents that they are incredibly successful at. he's not as funny as his father, he's not as smart as his mother, he's not as savvy as rose, etc etc- and yet, he was brought into the spotlight from an early age nonetheless, having mentioned being in magazines and such. but he never talked, or said a word. meaning, he hasn't shown the world his potential at all yet... and he's terrified of doing so and disappointing them. his family, his friends, even strangers. it's a lot of pressure. and the more he lets it fester, the worse it gets.
🧵 he's in the theatre club but he's never properly acted/sang in front of anyone or participated in a play.
he's only been responsible for costumes. he really wants to participate - he rehearses for months on end before auditions - only to chicken out last minute.
🧵 he loves making other people shine more than shining himself.
we know he makes clothes. clothes are an art of self expression - and he loves dressing other people up so they can show their true potential. plus...it distracts him from his own failures.
🧵 he makes clothes for people that really need it, does a lot of charity work. the homeless, orphans, other school's plays, small local movies, etc.
he just loves to help out. he is genuinely a friendly person that cares and likes to keep himself busy.
🧵 ...and he also does make up!
this falls into the same category as the clothes thing, i think. he has a vanity table in his room. it's not hard to imagine him helping out with that too whenever he can.
🧵 he has officially been excused from holding presentations at school, much to his peer's dismay.
roxy knows his glossophobia (stage fright) is pretty damn bad, so she asked the school not to have him participate in things like that. people in turn think that he gets special treatment because of his god mom. overall he's not disliked though. i just think most people don't really know him, and tend to think of him as somewhat of a snob, if a friendly one. however his grades are only painfully average, partly because of this.
🧵 his relationship with his mom isn't perfect
now don't get me wrong, roxy is great, and they love each other very much. but i do think she has trouble talking about problems, and difficult things in general, and tends to keep things on the lighthearted side, which makes it hard to communicate issues with her. harry anderson would rather pretend he's got everything under control than bother his mom with 'frivilous problems'. ...one of such being kind of uncomfortable with aunt jane when he gets older. plus, he really doesn't want to disappoint her. he feels like he already is.
🧵a master of imitation
he can imitate any voice he wants to with perfect precision, including his mom's. makes calls to the house from school a lot easier. though she's pretty sneaky and finds out about this eventually lol
🧵 probably kins rarity from my little pony /lhj
🧵 he has the last name 'egbert', despite lalonde sounding better, to keep john's father's name alive.
🧵 unlabeled
he is very well versed in lgbt topics, as roxy made sure to teach him, but he doesn't really care to think about himself that way
🧵 born intersex but they really stuck with the name harry anderson so they just assigned him male at birth
told him he's free to choose when he's older of course and roxy refused to do any surgery on him. he just kept going with it though. for one he doesn't truly care about gender but also it's the name his dad wanted him to have, and he misses him a lot.
🧵 he gets along well with kanaya
clothes making go brrr :)
🧵 john does visit for some holidays, which he's happy about. but the day after that, he finds himself extremely sad he's gone again. he never calls back.
i love john but he absolutely is stuck in his own little "theyre fake anyway" narrative. also he's depressed as shit L bozo. this leaves harry anderson with the irrational fear that if only he had been better, he would've stayed "this time".
🧵 played a ton of retro games, and watched a lot of retro movies as a kid, because of roxy and john's influence
he tries talking about it with others but they have no idea what the fuck he's talking about ever
🧵 sometimes roxy is too lazy to do her make up so she lets harry anderson do it in the mornings
just thought that was a cute little domestic thing they do
🧵when john finally comes out as june, he helps her pass better
seeing as harry is so good at voice imitation he can help her voice train, and of course would be more than happy to make clothes that flatter her figure. finally someone will indulge him in dress up :)
anyway that's it for now byeeee
#sorry if some of these have been confirmed but i forgot#homestuck^2#homestuck epilogues#harry anderson egbert#john egbert#june egbert#roxy lalonde#txt#homestuck
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Filmbuff Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick
First dates are always movie then dinner just to talk about it.
He does choose films he thinks you'll like. He's not going to make you sit through a four hour art house film if that's not your thing (maybe for your 1 year anniversary though)
His first job before joining the military was working at a theatre near his family's house.
Has spent entire days in movie theaters, he will watch anything and everything.
He loves taking friends to go see movies especially when he knows they'll love them. He took Soap see La Haine and was so excited when Soap asked for more recommendations.
He's had a BFI membership for years. Plus laserdisc to Sight and Sound and Little White Lies Magazine
He's logged almost 2k movies on Letterboxd. Was very chuffed when he hit 200 followers as well.
His flat is decorated with movie posters, prop replicas and has a wall with several framed lazerdics on it.
Big collector of blu rays. He splurged on a region free player so he could watch anything he wanted to.
His favorite directors are Wong Kar-Wai, Ousmane Sembène and Wim Wenders.
Not a fan of war movies, he's seen a bunch and appreciated them but it's just too real for him. He'd rather watch films about people going through their daily lives.
Not condescending at all. He just loves movies and loves talking about them. Even if he hates your favorite movie he's always willing to talk about it with you.
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TVXQ Changmin for Theatre Plus Magazine for upcoming musical “Benjamin Button”
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Chagsub (BTOB) - Theatre+ Magazine May Issue '22
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missin' out (iii) – just the beginning | eddie munson x reader |
mini-series: pt. i | pt. ii | pt. iii (you're here)
summary: a glimpse into the relationship between you and eddie munson. your first and last happy ever ending.
pairing: eddie munson x plus-size!fem!reader
word count: 11.4k
warnings/cw/tw/notes about the reader: mentions of body-image issues and insecurities (minimal). eddie being a bit of a jerk (just for a moment!). soft smut towards the end (mdni!). loss of the reader's virginity. unprotected sex (pls use protection!!). eddie and reader being nervous shits during smut lol. all characters mentioned are of age. not proofread or beta'd.
a/n: aaand there you have it! the last and final installment of this cute lil series that had me akjfjhsdjkd <3 i hope you all enjoy it as much as i did writing it! i'm sorry it took me so long to post this! life/work has been beating me up sdghjjddg
bunnie's taglist: ✧ @angelbbygrl ✧ @yourfavoritefangirl ✧ @kissmyquill ✧ @hellv1ra ✧ @eddiesprincessposts ✧ @renaroo123 ✧ @ladyapplejackdnd ✧ @tvserie-s-world ✧ @took-me-hours-to-steal-those (some of you asked to be tagged, but i also tagged those who seemed interested for the next/last part! if you would like to not be tagged again, pls tell me <3)
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after that first, successful date with eddie munson at the theater, the months passed by in a blur for you.
you were never one to think of having your own “happily ever after”. dealing with feeling like the second choice or always being the “secret” for most of the guys you’ve dated in the past, you never thought you would have found someone who genuinely made you feel happy – who seemingly cherished you like no other and who put you first in all case scenarios. heck, you knew how important hellfire was for eddie. you’d never purposefully ask him to cancel a session – yet the way he canceled a tuesday night’s session without as much as a blink of an eye just because you thought you were starting to feel under the weather one day during lunch really showed you just how much he cared. he spent all night with you (after sneaking into your bedroom from the window, of course), holding you tight and just making sure you were okay, constantly checking if you were running a fever, if you needed anything to drink or eat, etc. it made you feel cared for – he made you feel so safe. like you were important for once.
eddie munson really made you feel like you were the most important thing in his life – and he constantly reminded you of it not only with his actions but with his words, as well.
never once did he make you feel like you needed to be anyone but yourself. you didn’t need to change yourself in any way for him. when he had accidentally found those magazine clippings of new fad diets with big, red circles drawn around them crumpled at the bottom of your backpack, he had pulled you into ms. hanks’ theatre room just minutes before hellfire was supposed to start and asked you about it. after a few weak attempts of talking around his question, you finally broke down and told him something that had been plaguing your mind for a while.
“what if you get tired of how i look, eddie? i know i’m not… desirable, like the other girls in school, nor am i the prettiest. so i thought – i thought a diet might help with that, you know? maybe losing a couple of pounds would be good –”
“are you saying that because you think i want you to lose weight? is that it?”
“i…”
“sweetheart, i don’t know if i did anything or – or said something that made you think i want you to lose weight, but listen,” he grabbed you firmly by the shoulders, staring down into your eyes as he started to speak, “i don’t give a flying rats ass about your weight, (y/n). i don’t know what those other jackasses might have said to you before, but i certainly as hell don’t give a shit how much you weigh. never have, never will. that doesn’t affect the way i feel about you.” his hands had gently started to push you towards the table, your feet shuffling back slowly until you had bumped into the long table hellfire was normally played on.
eddie practically pushed you onto the table, making you lay on it as one hand gently cradled your cheek while the other had started to make its way down your body – god, why did you wear a skirt that day? you were shivering – your skirt had hitched up and pooled around the tops of your thighs, almost revealing your panties. you pressed your thighs together, wavering eyes staring up into eddie’s firm ones.
“this,” eddie mumbled softly, letting his eyes roam down your body until it landed on his hand, watching the way it gripped your plush hips, before slowly pushing it up towards your stomach. without realizing it, you sucked in your tummy a bit, trying to make it flatter than it was. his brows furrowed a little, looking back into your eyes as both of his hands gripped at your waist now, “is natural. there is no shame in your weight, you gotta understand that, darling.” he leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on your stomach, his hands slowly pushing your shirt up. his lips met your bare skin, a shaky sigh leaving your lips at the feeling. sure, you guys have kissed before, and he’s touched you, but he’s never done… anything like this before.
in reality, you’ve never done something like this with anyone – at all. you’ve always done things with/for others, but they were never really interested in actually touching you. eddie’s hands on you felt right – like they belonged there. you let out a soft breath, letting your stomach relax as you stopped sucking it in.
eddie had pushed your shirt up even more, bunching it up just under your bra, and continued to pepper little kisses on your stomach, mumbling incoherent sayings under his breath that you couldn’t quite catch, but it soothed your nerves. soon enough, your body was calm and pliant underneath his.
you had glanced down at him, your cheeks rosy red as you took in the sight – eddie was hunched over slightly, his dark, doe eyes staring straight into yours with an intensity you’ve only seen in fleeting moments, his plump lips meeting your skin over and over again. his hands had found purchase on your thick thighs, thumbs rubbing soft circles on the blemished skin before his nails lightly raked down them, leaving you shuddering at the feeling, the cold bluntness of his rings leaving trails of goosebumps in its wake.
eddie situated himself between your thighs, arms wrapped around them for a moment as he brought you closer to the edge. he slotted himself perfectly against your body, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist securely. with a single press of his hips against you, he had you whining at the feeling. he was hard in his jeans – the thick outline of his cock pressing against your clothed cunt. okay, maybe wearing a skirt wasn’t a bad idea, after all.
“this,” he brought his head close to your ear, his breath fanning against it, “is what you do to me, (y/n). you’re perfect the way you are.” he let out a little grunt when you tightened your legs around him, trying to bring him closer. his forehead pressed against your shoulder, feeling the way your arms wrapped themselves around his neck in an urgent manner. his hands gripped at your hips, holding you still for a moment as he rocked his hips against you, relishing in the feeling of his cock rubbing against your warm, clothed cunt. god, he was so glad you wore a skirt today. “shit, gonna be the death of me, sweetheart,” eddie groaned out breathlessly, pulling away from you reluctantly.
“eddie,” you let out a soft whimper, looking up at him with teary eyes, not wanting him to stop now. your thighs were already trembling – one tiny, teasing taste and you wanted more of it already. it’s not that sex with eddie has never crossed your mind – it has. maybe a little too much, if you were being honest. this was, of course, the whole reason why you kind of wanted to do a diet, thinking that eddie didn’t want to touch you because of your weight. maybe losing a little weight might have made him want you in that way too. (oh how wrong you were.)
this little unofficial relationship between you two was still relatively new but you knew he was taking his time with you. little kisses, some hand-holding, cuddling, and stolen hugs in the hallways were the most he’s done so far – and he always asked first before he initiated any kind of touching. he was always gentle – always careful. but you wanted more than gentle – you’ve seen him in action before, as dungeon master. the thrill you would get every time he would get into the theatrics, into the narrations, of his campaigns was something that didn’t escape you. you wanted him to be that passionate about you too – in a way that didn’t involve being clothed.
“shh, doll, it’s okay,” eddie cooed softly, breaking you away from your thoughts. he cupped your cheeks, leaning down to lightly brush his lips against yours. his thumbs brushed away the tears that started to slip down your cheeks. he pulled away slightly to stare into your eyes, “while i’d love to finish what i started, i don’t quite think our first time together should be on some dingy table, right?” he rose a brow at you, taking in the way your cheeks flushed brighter at his words.
“so you… do want to have sex with me one day?” you couldn’t help but ask, although the moment the words fell from your lips, you couldn’t stop the cringe at how you sounded.
eddie had been dumbfounded, the look on his face making you feel silly for even asking that question – especially considering the position you were currently in. you could literally still feel his hard length pressing against your thigh. that should have been an answer enough.
“darling, i literally have a fucking hard-on for you right now ‘nd if it wasn’t for hellfire starting in, like, five minutes, i would have hauled you back to my place – or yours, it doesn’t matter to me – by now ‘nd fucked you ‘til the only thing that pretty little head of yours can remember is my fucking name. does that answer your question?” he couldn’t contain the teasing tone in his voice as he answered you, pulling his hips away so they weren’t in contact with you anymore – another second and he would literally cum in his pants, shit.
if possible, your face grew even redder at his answer. you tried to hide your embarrassment with a roll of your eyes, allowing the man to help you sit up on the table – eddie was still standing between your thighs at this point, staring down at you with a cocky expression. “yeah, yeah, that answers my question, munson.” you had huffed softly, your hands pulling your shirt down in place.
“of course, though, if my girl wants me to fuck her that badly, i can always cancel hellfire tonight–”
“did you just say ‘cancel hellfire’?!” gareth’s surprised voice filled the room as he banged the door open, a group of boys appearing right behind him.
eddie let out a loud groan as he let his head fall on your shoulder, one of his hands discreetly adjusting himself in his pants before he turned around to face the boys, brows furrowed in annoyance.
“you can’t cancel, man! i’ve been preparing all week for this shit!” gareth complained as he walked towards eddie, faltering slightly when he finally seemed to notice you. his cheeks had flushed at the sight of you and gave you an awkward wave, “oh, uh, hey (y/n).” he shot eddie an understanding glance, which said man waved away as he helped you hop off the table, hands adjusting your skirt for you, not trying to let any of the other guys see you in any way.
“hey, gareth,” you shot him a soft smile before greeting the other guys of hellfire, waving at them in a friendly manner. you weren’t necessarily friends with them, but you were starting to make your presence known at their lunch table and sometimes during hellfire session nights, so they were starting to get used to you now. some more than others.
after saying your greetings to the guys, eddie had walked you out of the room, his hand placed on your waist. he had walked you to your car and kissed you on the lips, hands possessively holding your hips. when he pulled away, he gave you a heart-stopping smile and cooed, “alright, i’ll see you later at your place. okay, doll?”
from that day forward, eddie has started to be a bit more… outright with his affection. more possessive, in other words – publicly and privately. you thought you would have been uncomfortable, but you found that you loved it.
in the mornings, he would be waiting for you outside his van and he would walk you in. nowadays, he always had an arm slung around your shoulders as he walked you to your classes. he would always be waiting outside your third-period class before lunch and you both would walk to the cafeteria together, chatting away and lost in your own little world. at lunch, you now permanently had a seat right by his side. you used to sit next to robin and the band, but since eddie came into your life, the man had asked you to sit with him at lunch and you weren’t one to deny him (although you made sure to sit with robin every once in a while, the dirty blonde would always be the number one woman in your life – something which robin made sure to rub in eddie’s face in passing – all playing, of course).
such as today.
it was friday, one of your designated ‘sit with robin at lunch’ days. the two of you were chatting away, your hand gently rubbing her shoulder as she spoke to you about her long-term crush, vickie. robin still wasn’t sure if she was attracted to girls or not, but the little moments stolen between them made the dirty blonde get her hopes up every time. your best friend was hurting and you needed to be there for her, just like how she was always there for you.
“shit.” robin mumbled softly, looking up at the entrance of the lunchroom. you looked up just in time to see vickie stop in her tracks, eyes trained on you and robin. she took one look at your hand on robin’s shoulder and twirled around, stomping her way out of the room.
“double shit, shit, shit!” robin groaned loudly, hands wringing her hair wildly as she stared at where the redhead girl used to be. “what do i do, what do i do?! did that mean something? what did it mean?” the girl panicked, letting her head fall on the lunch table not too gently.
you winced at the thud it made but you were quick to shake the girl by her shoulder, “what do you mean ‘what do i do’?! you go after her, ro! i saw the look on her face, it definitely had to mean something! kinda looked like she got jealous, in my opinion,” you tried to reason with her, but by the time you were done speaking, the girl was already stalking off after vickie.
you let out a sigh and shook your head. you loved robin, you really do, and just hope that whatever it is that is happening with vickie is something good.
after waiting a few minutes for robin to come back, and seeing that she probably wasn’t, you got up with your lunch tray and started to make your way towards the ‘outcast’ table – your favorite hellfire boy sitting at the end of the table. you passed by laughing groups of cliques, not paying them any mind as you only had one goal – sitting next to eddie.
although – it looked like he didn’t even notice your presence yet. your steps faltered the closer you got to the table, glancing at the faces of eddie and his friends. eddie looked absolutely pissed and gareth’s face was completely red, his hand clenched tightly around his carton of juice. the other guys – jeff, dustin, mike, and grant – looked awkwardly amongst themselves.
it was dustin who saw you approach first. the freshman was quick to get on his feet, rushing over to eddie and gareth and hissed something to them – their faces snapping over in your direction. if possible, gareth’s face had flushed deeper and he glanced away from you quickly, messing around with the food on his tray.
you weren’t quite sure what just happened – but assumed it wasn’t about you. hopefully. you gulped slightly as you went to sit down on your usual seat – to the left of eddie – gently placing your tray on the unusually silent table. you glanced at the members of the hellfire club, eyes jumping from one member to the other – lingering on gareth’s face, who couldn’t seem to meet your eye – before landing on eddie.
you reached over and pecked his cheek, like you always did, thinking nothing of it. “hey, eddie,” you whispered, feeling the tension in the air. you glanced back down at the others and waved your hand, whispering a soft ‘hello’ to them as well.
dustin and mike were quick to respond, waving their hands at you awkwardly, muttering soft ‘heys’ back before pulling jeff and grant into a conversation, leaving you, eddie, and gareth to sink into an awkward pit of silence.
gareth still didn’t look up nor did he respond to your greeting. that wasn’t like him – you glanced back at eddie and found that he was already staring at you intensely. you couldn’t quite read his expression, it was too tight and guarded – this wasn’t like him, either.
you placed your hands on your lap, twiddling with your fingers as the silence lingered around you despite how loud the cafeteria was. all you could focus on was eddie’s expression. did you do something? by the looks of it, it didn’t seem to involve you, but you could never be too sure.
you let out a sigh, shaking your head as you scoot your chair in further, leaning your elbows on the table. you looked at eddie and gave him a soft smile before looking over at the rest of the guys, “what’s going on with you guys? get into a heated argument about a campaign or something?” you tried to joke with them, an uneasy smile on your face as you gauged their reactions.
“why don’t you ask gareth what’s wrong, (y/n).” came eddie’s response.
you blinked, turning to look at eddie, who leaned against his chair with his arms crossed against his chest. he wasn’t looking at you, though. he was staring straight at gareth’s hunched form, his eyes hard.
“uh, okay…” you shook your head, thinking that gareth was probably going through something right now. maybe something with his parents? you’ve heard bits and pieces here and there enough to understand that it wasn’t always the best environment. you leaned over and placed a gentle touch on his hand, tapping it softly with your fingers, “hey, gareth? everything okay, bud?” you tilted your head, watching as he tensed under your touch. you pulled away, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.
gareth squirmed in his seat, promptly ignoring you and turning to look at eddie, “don’t do this, man. i said i was sorry, alright?” his words came out choppy and harsh, a heavy glare set on his face.
the tension grew tenfold as eddie leaned in close to gareth’s face, his lips settled in a mean smirk. “sorry doesn’t cut it, gareth. you really think i wouldn’t have found out?” he broke out into a loud, harsh laugh, clapping his hands in amusement at the way gareth’s face contorted in embarrassment and shame.
you frowned. you’ve never seen eddie this way – he’s been nothing but kind to you and to his friends. just what the hell was going on right now?
“eddie, stop. why are you acting this way?” you questioned the man, before glancing over at jeff, who stood up and went to grab gareth, trying to get him to stand up.
“c’mon, guys. you need to calm the fuck down,” jeff hissed at them, looking around the cafeteria, for once hoping that they weren’t gathering any attention on them at the moment. he tugged at gareth’s arm again, “let’s go.”
eddie leaned in towards you, cupping his hands around his mouth as he whispered in your ear, relishing in the way gareth’s eyes widened, “poor little gare-bear has a crush on you, (y/n).” eddie’s hand landed possessively on your thigh, gripping it firmly as he stared at gareth, who stood up and hissed at the long-haired burnet, eyes staring down at the way eddie placed his claim on your person, “you weren’t supposed to tell her that, asshole! i said i was fucking sorry!” gareth shrugged off jeff’s hand and stormed out of the cafeteria, the clattering of his chair falling on the ground catching the attention of the popular crowd, or jason, specifically, who started to yell from across the lunch for them to ‘shut the fuck up, freaks!’.
you ducked your head, ignoring eddie as he answered jason’s yell with his own, both standing up now at the head of their respective tables. you didn’t even catch whatever they were saying. your mind was going in a tailspin – gareth has a crush on you? sure, that was surprising. you almost didn’t believe it. it caught you off guard, but if it was true, you would have just let him down gently since the only person you are interested in is eddie. however – the way eddie acted, the way he outed gareth like that? that was a shitty ass move, if you have ever seen one.
you could feel your lips trembling as eddie continued to egg jason on, the two starting to inch their way towards the middle of the cafeteria now. with a gulp, you stood up from your chair, dustin and mike trying to catch your attention, but you ignored them. your appetite was now lost, and you didn’t want to be there anymore. you started to make your way out of the room. you couldn’t deal with this shit today.
you’ve never seen this side of eddie – you’ve seen him in his element as a dungeon master. you’ve seen him in a sort of ‘protective dad mode’ when it comes to dustin and mike. you’ve seen bits and pieces of a possessive side – tugging you close when he thought someone was staring too long at you, always placing his hands at your waist, saying that you were ‘his’ despite not having an official label set in stone. you’ve seen his sweet side – the one where he would open the door for you, tie your shoelaces, hold your books in between classes. but this? this was new. it was almost cruel, the way he treated and laughed at gareth like that.
the rest of the day went by quickly. you ignored eddie during the last few periods that you had – actually, you pretty much ignored everyone. you weren’t in the mood for anything, at this point.
as the bell went off, signifying the end of the day, you were quick to make your way out of the classroom, having two goals in mind: one, getting to your locker and putting away your things, and two, going home, locking yourself in your room, and maybe begging robin for another girl’s night in. you had a feeling you both would need it.
you managed to complete your first goal successfully – it took you a record time of thirty seconds to put your books in your locker and a little under two minutes to make it to your car, your hands already fishing out your keys from your pocket.
almost there, almost there…
just as you slotted the key inside to unlock it, a hand wrapped itself around your wrist. there were rings – but thank god, it wasn’t the usual ones that eddie wore.
you looked over at the intruder, your lips parting slightly when you saw gareth. his face was still as red as before and his shoulders were slumped. but this time, he could actually look into your eyes.
“hey, listen, i just wanted to say sorry about what happened at lunch. didn’t mean to make it into a spectacle.” gareth grumbled under his breath, looking down at his shoes before looking back into your eyes, sending you a crooked grin, “it’s true, you know…”
a soft sigh escaped your lips as you gazed up at gareth, teeth soon gnawing on your bottom lip. “gareth, i –”
“i know, i know… trust me, i do,” gareth chuckled softly, finally standing up straighter, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he looked at you properly now. “trust me, i tried to stop it. i know you’re with eddie – or whatever the fuck you’re doing,” he winced at the way it came out, before shrugging his shoulders, “listen, i care about the guy. i know he tends to get really riled up about the things – or people, i mean people! – he cares a lot about.” he leaned against your car, stooping down slightly to be more on your level. he flashed you a small, albeit sad, smile, “he’s a passionate asshole. he doesn’t want to lose his girl – to anyone. including me. and i don’t blame him – you’re a one-of-a-kind girl. if you were mine, i wouldn’t want to let you go either.”
you were pretty much speechless the entire time he spent talking. you opened your mouth, trying to find something to say to him, anything, but he beat you to it.
he glanced behind you and took a step back automatically, straightening his back. “shit. i gotta go. just – try not to be too mad at him, yeah? maybe give him a slap or two, though,” gareth grinned down at you, awkwardly giving you a small wave, to which you responded with one of your own.
“gareth,” you called out to him as he started to walk away. he paused and turned to you with a curious look. you gave him a gentle, thankful smile, “thank you… i can’t make any promises, but i’ll try to get in a little smack just for you.” his answering laugh made you giggle. he waved goodbye at you once again and you turned back to your car, opening it quickly. you tossed your backpack into the passenger seat, glancing over in the direction where eddie was normally parked at. and there he was, the long-haired metalhead already staring at you with pleading eyes, his hands pressed together as he made a begging gesture towards you.
you let out a sigh and looked down for a moment. you weren’t sure what to do – you’ve never been in a situation like this before. you really, really like eddie, but the way he acted towards gareth pissed you off.
you looked back at him, his eyes never once straying from you. you mouthed the words ‘my house’ to him and got in your car without checking to see if he understood you – you know he did.
the drive back to your house went by too quickly in your opinion. it was like you were in a trance – you just got out of the car, went to say hi to your parents who were getting ready for their date night, went up and locked yourself in your room, sat down on your bed, and waited for eddie.
thankfully, you didn’t have to wait that long.
there was a soft tap against the window of your room. you looked over, watching as eddie pushed your window up and clumsily made his way into your room, landing on the carpeted floor with a soft ‘thud’.
“eddie,” you hissed softly, rushing over to your window as the man stood up, dusting himself off. you glanced around your driveway – your parent's car wasn’t there anymore, thankfully. “be glad my parents aren’t here anymore...” you mumbled, closing your window and shutting the curtains. you turned around, wondering why he wasn’t saying anything –
you were surprised at the sudden contact of his lips against yours, his hands cupping your cheeks. he held you close, muttering soft apologies between each kiss. you placed your hands on his shoulders, gently tapping them.
he pulled away, pressing his forehead against yours. his eyes were shut, lips set in a thin line. “i know, i know.” was all he said. he laid his head on your shoulder, arms wrapping around your waist tightly, tugging you close to him.
god, you really couldn’t ever stay mad at him for too long. you let out a defeated sigh and walked you two to your bed, letting your bodies gently fall onto the mattress.
“what happened back there, eddie?” you mumbled, one of your hands gently scratching his scalp, something that you found out soothed his nerves. “that wasn’t like you, back there at lunch.”
“i dunno,” was his answer, his breath tickling your neck. eddie pulled away slightly to adjust your position – fixing both of you so that you were now lying side by side on your bed, facing each other. but he never stopped touching you – his hand gently cradling your round cheek, caressing it lightly with his thumb.
“you don’t know? eds, baby.” you mumbled out incredulously, trying to maintain eye contact with him, but he kept looking away from you. “look at me, please.” you whispered, “remember what i told you after our first date?” at his nod, you continued, “i’ve never felt this way about anyone before you. not this intensely, not this fast. i – i dunno if i did something wrong, you know? i need to know so that i can fix this –”
eddie cut you off with a shake of his head, both hands now cupping your cheeks, his eyes wide as he stared at you. “fuck, no. you didn’t do anything wrong, babe.” he let out a little groan, releasing you so he could turn onto his back, doe eyes looking up at your ceiling.
“then what–?”
“i got jealous, okay? ‘nd i know, that’s fucking stupid. i know gareth enough to know that he wouldn’t try any shit with you, but just knowing that he has a crush on you – i dunno, sweetheart. i know you wouldn’t do shit with him either, but i guess it scared me. you’re my princess,” eddie mumbled, closing his eyes as he felt you grip his hand gently, lacing their fingers together and giving it a soft squeeze, “but ‘m not the only one who likes you. harrington liked you – still does – before he fucked it up. gareth likes you. hell, i’ve seen the way the basketball jackasses look at you when you aren’t looking – they take one look at you ‘nd i want to break their faces in for even looking at you, babe.” he groaned loudly, and in true eddie manner, turned to look at you with a pout settled on his plump lips, “guess i got scared ‘m gonna lose you to someone better, ya know?���
you couldn’t help but giggle softly, shaking your head at his antics. he got offended by this and huffed loudly, crossing his arms as he stared at you with furrowed brows. “something funny i should know about, (l/n)?” he grumbled quietly.
“are you done, baby?” you teased softly, reaching over to wrap a curl around your finger, gently playing with the hair. you felt him nod his head and your lips quirked up into a smile.
“good, because you need to listen to this, mister,” you sat up and scooted up your bed, leaning your back against your headboard. you patted your lap, motioning for eddie to lay his head on your thighs, a position he always liked. “you’re right – you do know me enough to know that i would never, ever do anything with gareth. i like the kid, but not like that,” you mumbled softly, looking down at him with a soft smile, “doesn’t matter if he has a crush on me, because the only person i like is you. as a matter of fact – it doesn’t matter who else likes me. gareth, steve, those assholes from the basketball team, i don’t give a fuck,” you laughed softly at his mock gasp, his hand flying to grab his chest at the way you cursed around him, but you knew your words were finally getting to him by the way his body was relaxing underneath you. “before you, i felt like i always had to live up to something – all my life, i’ve only ever been known as is ‘the fat girl’. my worth has always been defined by my weight. no one ever wanted to be my friend in the past because i was ‘too fat’ to be seen with. that followed me all throughout elementary, middle, and even a bit of high school. if it wasn’t for me being friends with robin, i wouldn’t have as many friends as i do now. i finally felt a little comfortable in my body – but i still felt like i needed to prove my worth, like i needed to change in order to fit in and be liked. before you, i was on different diets every month, trying to do the most to lose weight. started to wear things that was ‘in’ so that maybe i wouldn’t be as bullied as before. of course, that shit never worked,” you shook your head at your idiocy, “no matter what i did, i was still just the ‘fat girl’ for most people. the ‘fat girl’ that nobody wanted to be seen with. i was always the secret, eddie. always. it was different with steve in the beginning, but realizing now, months after that ended, i realize that he was starting to hide me towards the end. he’s a good guy, i know he can be a good friend to robin and the boys, but he didn’t want to be seen with me anymore.” you shrugged your shoulders. the thought used to hurt you and it was something that you didn’t want to believe, but knew deep down, that that was the case.
with a deep breath, you continued, willing your voice to not crack on you. the way eddie was staring at you made you nervous, but you pushed forward. “before you, i was the one guys wanted to ‘try’ but was treated like dirt in the end. i didn’t know my worth back then so i let it happen. i didn’t know how to value myself back then. but ever since meeting you, god, eddie, everything changed,” you breathe out, your voice wavering slightly, “ever since you came into my life that day at the family video, you have no idea how better my life just feels. you make me feel seen. you make me feel important, like i matter. whenever you call me princess, i just melt inside because you literally make me feel like a princess. i don’t have to be anyone else but myself when i’m with you. i don’t have to change anything, not my looks, not my weight, nothing. the things i feel for you are feelings that i have never felt for anyone before. you know i’m shit when it comes to expressing my feelings out in words, but you’re so important to me in ways you don’t understand and i’d be a dumb fucking idiot if i ever let you go. i can’t imagine a life where you’re not in it, eddie,” you didn’t even realize you were crying now, until you watched a tear fall on eddie’s cheek. your vision blurred, eddie becoming a big brown blob as he waited for you to finish, although he was itching to comfort you, “you’re so important to me. i’m so in love with you, i can’t imagine being with anyone else but you.”
your breath hitched when you realized what you just said, your eyes widening as you watched the way your words started to process through eddie’s mind, his own eyes widening almost comically and big, red blotches slowly seeping into his cheeks.
“i – just ignore what i said!” you squeaked out, your tears drying up as quick as they started, your face burning from embarrassment. this is why you were shit with talking about your feelings – because next thing you know it, you’re saying you’re in love with the guy and you’re not anything official! god, why are you like this?
“ignore what you said?” eddie exclaimed as he sat up, scrambling up towards to headboard to engulf you in a tight hug, a shit-eating grin on his face, knees digging into the mattress. “fuck, how can i ever ignore what you just said, babe?” he laughed at the ridiculous thought, shaking his head at you. “jesus h. christ, (y/n)! did you mean it? are you in love with me, princess?” he breathed out, pulling away to look down into your teary eyes.
you nibbled on your bottom lip, debating on telling the truth or going back on your word – but you could never do that. not to eddie.
you slowly nodded your head, mumbling a soft ‘yes’ to his question.
“fuck,” eddie gazed down at you – he was practically looking at you with hearts thumping in his eyes, “say it again, doll.”
“i’m in love with you, eddie…”
said man groaned loudly at your words and pulled you into a kiss, both of you now kneeling on your bed, his hands holding you in place by your cheeks as he poured himself into the kiss, lips moving against yours frantically, urgently, like he was afraid you’d disappear.
you mewled softly into the kiss – if you had been standing up at this point, you probably would have melted onto the floor, your knees weak at the way he kissed you.
as if reading your thoughts, eddie – without pulling away from the kiss – laid you down on the bed, his hands and knees caging you in. it was like he was devouring you – eddie continued to kiss you, ravishing you in a way that has never happened before. he pulled whines from your mouth, your arms wrapping around his neck, trying to desperately pull him down on top of you.
it didn’t take much for him to do so, his body now flushed against yours. with a soft grunt, he pulled away from your red, kiss-swollen lips, trailing his own across your jaw, leaving heated, open-mouth kisses down to your neck.
“eddie,” you let out a quiet whimper, his kisses quickly invading your mind and senses. all you wanted was for him to continue – you were getting drunk into the feeling, and fast.
“fuck, princess, i love you,” came from the metalhead, his teeth lightly nipping at your neck, listening to the way your breath hitched – at his actions or words, he wasn’t sure, but he didn’t bother asking.
his teeth dug into that same spot, sucking on the patch of skin lightly, just how you like it. your responding moan egged him on, the man eagerly creating marks on your skin, the stinging sensation making your back arch off the bed slightly. you knew your neck was going to sport a valley of new marks that you’d have to hide, but you didn’t care. you’d let this man do whatever he wanted to you.
“ah,” a gasp fell from your lips as eddie’s hands came in contact with your chest, large palms groping the mounds desperately. you closed your eyes tightly, whimpering into the air as his hands tugged and squeezed at your breasts, feeling your nipples harden under the flimsy bra you wore that day.
“this okay, princess?” eddie mumbled as he trailed his lips down your chest and stomach, stopping at the hem of your shirt. he hesitated for a moment before slowly pushing his hands up your shirt, fingers gliding against your skin, pretty brown eyes looking down at you, waiting for your response.
you eagerly nodded your head, cheeks flushed, and lips swollen, “y–yeah, that’s more than okay, eds.” you gasped out, his fingers lightly brushing past your hard nipples, a shudder running down your spine. you saw his eyes darken at your reaction, his fingers quickly latching themselves onto the perked nubs, tweaking them gently between his thumb and forefinger. “mm!” you sighed out, head tilting back against your pillow. you’ve always been a sensitive girl – simple make-out sessions with eddie were more than enough to get you wet and needy. of course, it never went further, and you tended to have to deal with the aftermath by yourself, but it was different this time. you could tell things were escalating – and fast.
“shit,” eddie cursed under his breath, gazing down at the way you squirmed under him. he needed you so badly and fuck – as if he’d let anything get in the way of that. he’s wanted you for far longer than he’d care to admit, having spent one too many nights locked in the bathroom, jerking one out real quick after a heated make-out session with you. he wanted this as much as you wanted it – but first…
“princess,” he mumbled softly, tossing his long, curly hair over his shoulder, before leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips, in contrast to the heated, urgent kisses from a few moments ago. “do you want to do this? i need you to be sure – if you’re not, just say the word ‘nd we’ll stop, i swear.” he smiled against your lips, pulling away to restrain himself. his hands clenched around the bedsheets, watching you intently for any signs of hesitation.
however, he didn’t have to worry about that.
you were quick to nod your head, your hands reaching up to caress his cheeks, a small, timid smile set on your face. “eds, i’ve been ready for this. want to do this with you so badly, wanted it for so long,” you mumbled quietly, bright eyes staring into his.
a wide smile broke across his face and he leaned down, pulling you into a deep kiss, your lips moving in sync with each other’s. you let out a breathy moan into the kiss, your arms moving to hook themselves around his neck, your fingers tangling in his curls.
his hands started to roam your body again, finding purchase at the bottom of your shirt and started to tug it upwards, lips separating themselves from yours for a split second. he tugged the shirt off you, flinging it somewhere in your room, before his lips met yours again. he could never get enough of the taste of your lips – tasting like that sweet strawberry chapstick you always wore. addicting – you were addicting to him.
his hands found themselves on your tits again, large palms engulfing the mounds perfectly. a whiny moan left you as eddie gripped and squeezed them, the man marveling at how perfect they felt in his hands.
he pulled away from your lips, soon trailing kisses down your neck and down the valley between your breasts. his eyes never left your face, wanting to watch those pretty expressions on your face – all because of him. his lips skirted around the edge of your bra, his lips not going to where you desperately wanted him at.
“eddie, please,” you whined quietly, one of your hands gently tugging at his long hair. a grunt escaped him before he let out a chuckle as he looked at you.
“use your words, baby. tell me what you need,” he cooed mockingly, placing an open mouth kiss just above where your heart was.
you nibbled on your bottom lip, gazing down at him with pleading eyes, “please, eddie, take it off, wanna feel your mouth on me…” you felt a little self-conscious about how you were wording things – you never had the chance to beg or ask for something from someone else, but with the way eddie groaned, maybe you said something right.
a startled yelp left you when your bra was suddenly ripped in the middle, eddie carelessly tossing the torn garment somewhere on your floor. “h–hey! i liked that bra, just so you know!” you squeaked softly, eddie’s fingers tugging and rolling your nipples between them, the nubs soon becoming overly sensitive from how rough he was handling them. “m-mm, eddie,” you moaned, hands clutching onto your bedsheets tightly, trying to keep in your whines of pleasure.
“don’t worry, babe,” eddie grinned smugly down at you, leaning down to flick his tongue across a hardened nipple, savoring the sound you let out. “i’ll buy you more later.” he sent you a playful wink before wrapping his lips around your nipple, lapping his tongue around it and sucking on it lightly every once in a while.
soft mewls and pants left your lips as he continued, his warm mouth sending shivers down your spine while the rough treatment of your other nipple made you rub your thighs together, feeling a pool of wetness gather in your panties. all while your fingers tangled themselves in his hair, lightly tugging at it whenever he’d bite or gave a particularly hard suck on your nipple – the tugging just encouraged him, really.
once eddie was satisfied, he switched breasts, giving the other nipple the same treatment with his mouth, making you buck your hips up against his at how sensitive he was making them.
“too much,” you whined loudly, trying to tug him away from your nipples, but he just huffed a laugh and shook his head, continuing with his ministrations. he only pulled away once he was completely satisfied, a cocky smirk on his lips as he gazed down at the perky nubs, glistening slightly from how wet he left them.
“better, princess?” he cooed softly, sitting up slightly as his hands rubbed up your sides.
you had little beads of tears forming in the corners of your eyes as you stared up at him, nodding your head slowly, “y–yeah, better, eds…” your lips formed into a small pout, shivering at the cold temperature of your room.
“my poor baby,” he mumbled, leaning down to kiss your tears away, his lips soon pressing a kiss on your cheek before they formed into a grin, “don’t worry, doll. you’ll get used to it later.”
before you could retort back, eddie’s hands tugged at the waistband of your jeans, looking into your eyes for permission. your cheeks flushed heavily at the unsaid question and took in a deep breath, trying to steel your nerves. after a few moments, you slowly nodded your head and brought your hips up off the bed, helping eddie push your pants and underwear down with one determined pull, the fabric pooling at your ankles before you pushed them off with your feet. eddie stepped off the bed for a moment, eyes never once leaving your form.
if possible, your cheeks flushed heavily as you laid naked in the middle of your bed. this was the first time you’ve ever been completely naked in front of someone, but you were glad it was with someone you truly loved and trusted – the way eddie stared at you, it was like as if he was staring at a masterpiece.
eddie marveled at how perfect you looked. so soft, with your hair fanning around you like a halo on your pillow, your hands gently pressed against your soft stomach, legs bent slightly at the knees, thick thighs pressed together. he saw every perfect imperfection on your body, and he fell even more in love with you, if that was even possible.
“fuck, you’re beautiful, (y/n),” he breathed out in awe, shaking his head as a large smile slipped on his face, “‘m so fucking lucky, shit.” he mumbled, leaving you feeling high and on cloud nine.
it was at this moment that he realized you were there, lying all cute and pliant for him on your bed, completely naked while he was still fully dressed – that wasn’t going to work out.
with a few curses, eddie was quick to stumble out of his clothes, haphazardly tugging his clothes off – his hair getting caught on his shirt, his jeans not coming off as easily as he would have liked, chains rattling against each other – maybe he fell here and there once or twice, not that he would ever admit it – he could hear you giggling from the bed at the sight and his cheeks were already burning too much. and only to yourself, would you admit that his clumsiness at this moment helped calm your nerves, even if just a little bit.
once he finally de-clothed himself, he crawled back into your space, hovering over you with his hands next to your head and his hair cascading around you, tickling your cheeks. you giggled and reached up to wrap a finger around a lock, giving it a teasing tug, making him smile down at you.
“hey, pretty girl,” eddie mumbled softly as he stared down at you with an adoring expression, not able to stop smiling.
“hi, pretty boy,” you responded back quietly, smiling up at him, your heart pounding against your chest in anticipation.
“last chance, sweetheart. you sure you want this? i – uh, i don’t have a condom, didn’t know we were doing this,” he winced at his words, but held truth in them.
you gave him a reassuring smile and shook your head, “it’s alright, i trust you. you can, uhm, pull out, right?” you whispered softly, rubbing your thighs together.
he noticed your squirming and reached down to rub a soothing hand on your thigh, but still nodded to your words, “yeah, yeah – i’ll pull out, baby. just warning you though, don’t think ‘m gonna last long.” he gave you a sheepish grin, feeling his muscles flex as he tried to control himself. he really wanted to go slow for your sake – he knows you’re a virgin, and he wouldn’t want to do anything that you weren’t ready for yet, nor did he want to do something that’ll cause you any harm.
“that’s okay, probably won’t last long either,” you let out a final nervous giggle, forcing yourself to relax under him. you glanced down between your bodies, your eyes widening at the sight of his cock.
it’s not the first time you’ve seen one – assholes used you for blowjobs most of the time, but eddie – his cock was – holy shit. it was definitely bigger than the ones you’ve seen before. and it was so pretty. the tip of his cock was red, translucent beads of precum forming around the slit – your eyes tracked the way a bead slid down the head and you licked your lips. if you weren’t so ready to feel him inside of you, you’d probably beg him to let you suck his cock. you wanted to feel that heaviness on your tongue – feel his length thrusting in and out of your mouth. you wondered if he’d fuck your face, make you gag on his cock. would he be gentle with you? or would he be rough? fucking your face at a fast pace, tip hitting the back of your throat with each thrust, tears streaking down your face and spit dribbling down your chin? would he –
a soft cry left your lips, interrupting your thoughts, as you felt a finger gently trace down your cunt, pushing past the puffy lips and teasingly inch its way inside of you. you moaned quietly at the slight stretch – eddie’s fingers were much thicker than yours, your own fingers never being able to hit that right spot.
your hands were quick to clutch onto his shoulders, head thrown back slightly against your pillow as eddie continued to gently thrust his finger in and out of you, prepping you for his cock.
he licked his lips as he stared down at you, watching as your face twisted and contorted in pleasure. fuck, if only he had a camera, he’d take tons of pictures of you right now – you were so pretty, your lips parted, with the most gorgeous sounds leaving them. “still good, sweetheart?” eddie mumbled softly, feeling your walls flutter around his lone finger, curling it slightly to ‘test the waters’.
“mm!” you moaned quietly, your hips bucking the moment he curled his finger – you’ve played with yourself before, but it was different when it was someone else’s fingers – especially someone with as thick as fingers as eddie. “god, right there, feels so good, eds,” your eyes fluttered open, looking up at the long haired metalhead, who gulped the moment you made eye contact.
“good, baby,” eddie whispered softly, leaning down to place soft kisses on your cheeks, “wanna make you feel so good, princess.” he smiled softly against your cheek, before slowly easing in a second finger inside, letting you adjust to the new stretch again.
your room was filled with the loud pants that continued to leave your lips, eddie’s thick fingers rubbing against the velvety walls of your cunt that made stars appear in your sight.
your thighs were starting to tremble the longer eddie teased you, his lips pressing against your ear, whispering sweet nothings into it as he tried to help you relax.
“o-oh!” you gasped out suddenly, his fingers thrusting and curling at just the right spot, making you keen in pleasure. your lips parted as you felt that all too familiar tightening feeling in your tummy, your toes curling at the sensation.
eddie grinned when he felt your walls flutter around his fingers, letting him know he finally found the jackpot – your sweet spot. he licked his lips and adjusted his position, now laying on his side, leaning against his elbow as his other arm got busy, tensing as his fingers thrust inside of you at a fast pace, wet squelching sounds filling the room.
he would curl his fingers at just the right moment, hitting against your sweet spot every single time without a miss. cry after cry would leave your lips and it felt like he has been teasing and fucking you with his fingers for hours on end, when in reality, it had only been a couple of minutes since he started.
“e—eds, can’t, gonna… ngh,” you cried out weakly as one of your hands started to try and push his arm away, but it was no use. hearing your words just made eddie renew his vigor, now adding in a third finger and making your head tilt back, a thin line of drool dripping from the corner of your mouth.
“what, is my baby gonna cum?” eddie cooed softly, looking at your face and leaning over to kiss your cheeks, feeling the way tears of overstimulation started to slowly streak down your face. “do it, baby. cum on my fingers.” he mumbled against your cheeks, grinning when he felt your cunt clench and flutter at his words.
“o—oh god!” you cried out suddenly, your arms thrown around his neck as an orgasm ripped through your body – one that was much stronger than any of the others you had before. your body trembled as you clutched onto the man, listening to his sweet words. your heart was pounding against your chest, little moans spilling out of your mouth. you had never had an orgasm as strong as this one – your mind had turned into mush and all you could do was take it – take whatever he gave to you.
eddie helped you ride out your high, cunt spasming around his fingers, grinning at the wetness that spilled onto his palm. if anything, he savored the feeling, loving the fact he made you cum with just his fingers.
a cocky grin appeared on his face after a little while, slowly pulling his fingers out of your cunt. “baby,” he mumbled softly, waiting until you opened your eyes to bring his fingers to his mouth, tongue lapping at the shiny wetness you left on them.
“eddie!” you whined in embarrassment as you watched the man suck the wetness from his fingers – but you couldn’t deny the way your cunt clenched around nothing at all at the sight.
“what? you taste good, princess,” the man couldn’t help but chuckle softly at your embarrassed expression, before moving to hover over you, a large grin settling on his face.
“that… that was…” you mumbled softly, trying to voice your thoughts, but it was hard, considering the way the man was staring down at you with love-filled eyes, with an adoration that you had never experience before – before him, that is.
“amazing? out of this world? spectacular?” eddie continued to tease you, one of his hands reaching over to gently rub at your side, helping you relax further into the bed. you were practically putty in his hands – it was adorable.
your lips formed into a small pout as you stared up at the man, your heart pounding, knowing what was to come. you gulped, before whispering softly, “it… it was really amazing, eds. never felt that good before.” you were a little nervous confessing that, but it was true. this man was opening your eyes to a whole new world, and you couldn’t wait to explore it some more with him.
eddie beamed down at you, chuckling softly at your confession. “it’ll only ever get better after this, baby. i got you,” he mumbled, leaning down to press a kiss on your lips, before pulling back with a grin.
you gave him a small smile, your hands reaching up to cup his cheeks, eyes staring into his, “i love you, so much, eddie,” you sighed out, your hands slowly roaming down to wrap around his shoulders. you felt him shift, and suddenly, the tip of his cock was gently rubbing itself up and down against your puffy cunt, parting the lips and coating it with your arousal.
“oh, fuck,” you gasped, your eyes clenching shut at the feeling. you spread your legs a bit, giving him more room to slot himself against you.
“feels good, baby?” eddie mumbled, his head against your neck, lips pressing soothing kisses where your shoulder and neck met. he let out a grunt when he felt your legs wrap around his hips, pulling him down further against you. your cunt was so warm – so ready for his cock. god, he couldn’t wait to sink himself inside you.
“please, eds, want it, want it so badly,” you whined – no, you begged the man. and who was he to deny you? he would do anything for you – he’d go to the end of the world for you, if you asked.
“shit, (y/n),” he groaned out your name, letting his head fall against your neck for a brief moment before he pulled back, sitting up straight as his hands gripped at your plush hips. “tell me if it hurts or if you want me to stop, okay, princess?” he huffed, looking at the way his fingers left indents on your soft body – yeah, he’s gonna have to invest in a camera or some shit. you looked too pretty like this for him not to snap a few polaroids here and there.
“o—okay, i will,” you stuttered out softly, feeling your nerves start to get the best of you, but you tried your best to relax under the man, looking up into his eyes that burned into yours.
“i got you, baby,” eddie whispered softly, one of his hands leaving your hips as it gripped his cock, holding it steady. he aligned the tip to your entrance, letting the head rub against the slick, puffy lips for a moment.
the both of you stifled a moan at the feeling, your toes curling at the sensation. your head tilted back against the pillow, eyes shutting as you braced yourself for what came next.
as eddie pushed inside of you, slowly, inch by inch, you felt an uncomfortable pinch that made you hiss out in slight pain. “ow,” you whimpered quietly, your fingers digging into your bedsheets, tugging at them as you tried to endure it.
“shh, baby, it’s okay. it’ll get better, i swear,” eddie panted into your ear, both hands now on either side of your head, holding himself up as he stilled his hips. he wasn’t even fully inside of you yet – he was waiting for you to adjust to it first, but fuck – your warm heat felt like it was sucking him in, and he swears he just died and went to heaven.
it took you a few moments, but your body finally started to relax under his – your chest heaved up and down, taking it deep breaths as the pain started to dull. it was a strange feeling, having something this long and thick inside of you – you felt so full, so sated.
“eds,” you whimpered quietly, feeling your thighs tremble, “’m okay, please…”
eddie nibbled on his bottom lip, looking down at where you were joined – “you sure, babe?”
“please.”
“fuck.” he mumbled, nodding his head to himself. his hands fisted your bedsheets, leaning down quickly to attach his lips to yours, distracting you as he pulled his hips back slightly – before slamming them back down, muffling your cry of surprise. a loud grunt escaped his lips as he sat fully inside of you, feeling your velvety walls clench and throb around him.
“eddie!” you cried out his name against his lips, arms flying to wrap around his neck. the thrust had shocked you, jolts of pain mixed with pleasure coursing through your body before they morphed into just pleasure. a whiny mewl came from you and you felt like your mind was slowly becoming mush.
eddie pulled away from your lips, arms flexing slightly as he started to thrust gently, hips rolling at a pace where he knew he wouldn’t be hurting you any more than he did previously. a soft pant left his lips as he gazed down at you – at your gorgeous face, at the way your lips parted, at the pretty sounds that started to leave your kiss-swollen lips.
“my pretty girl,” he grunted when your nails started to rake down his back. a shudder of pleasure coursed through his body. everything you did was perfect – he wasn’t going to last long at this rate.
he kept this pace up for a while – not only for your sake, but for his, as well. he wanted you to enjoy this experience, your first time. he didn’t want to screw this up for you.
but after a while, you let out a soft whine, your eyes blurry from the tears that started to gather at the corner of your eyes, “eddie, faster, please.” you tightened your legs around his hips, trying to bring him closer. you loved the fact that he was trying to be gentle, but you needed more.
his pace faltered at your plea, large brown eyes looking down into yours in surprise. “a—are you sure, babe?” eddie mumbled, thinking that perhaps he didn’t hear right.
“god, please, ‘m so sure, eds,” you whimpered pathetically – which was the final nail in the coffin.
eddie let out a grunt, leaning down to press his forehead against the crook of your neck. his hips shifted the tiniest bit, making you keen in pleasure at the way he seemed to go deeper inside you.
“i love you,” the man groaned softly, hands gripping your hips tightly as he started to fasten his pace, the sounds of skin slapping against skin starting to fill the room.
your whines grew in volume, your eyes shut tightly as you tried to keep up with his pace. your hips rolled up slightly in sync to his thrusts, the tip of his cock slamming against a spot that made your mind melt into a pile of mush. all you could think about was the way his cock slammed inside of you with no remorse, feeling the veins of his cock drag against the gummy walls of your cunt, the way his hips were angled so perfectly, it rubbed against your clit, adding onto the stimulation.
eddie’s lips ran down your neck, leaving a wet trail of kisses down to your chest, where they attached themselves onto a nipple, sucking on the perky nub as a hand went down to rub firm circles on your clit.
the longer he did this, the more out of breath you became. your vision was blurred by the tears that started to streak down your face. “e—eds, think ‘m gonna…” you whimpered suddenly, trying to pull the man away from your chest. everything was suddenly becoming too much for you – too overstimulating. you could feel that all too familiar tightening sensation in your tummy. if he didn’t stop –
“cum, baby. fuck, cum all over my cock, yeah? s’gonna feel so good, can feel the way your cunt is tightening all around my cock. gonna look so fucking pretty, god just wanna fill you up with my fucking cum,” eddie rambled softly from around your nipple, too drunk on your cunt to realize what he just said. he was too distracted by the way your cunt sucked him in, squeezing him and pushing him over the edge.
a loud, whiny moan came from you at his words. you couldn’t deny the way it turned you on – the thought of him cumming inside you and filling you up to the brim. the thought was so enticing, you couldn’t help but cry out, “cum inside me, please! please!”
the last of his resolve broke at those words.
“fuck.” he cursed, his thrusting faltering slightly before they picked up the pace, his thighs smacking against the curve of your ass each time. your moans filled his ears, egging him on. “that’s it, pretty girl. cum for me, baby.” he cooed mockingly, sitting up a little so he could watch the way his cock disappeared in and out of your cunt, thumb rubbing harsh circles around your clit, the bundle of nerves pink and swollen.
“eddie, eddie!” you let out a whimper, walls clenching tightly around his cock as one last thrust sent you over the edge. your back arched off the bed slightly, pleasure crashing through your body as you gushed around his cock, your legs trembling at the intensity of your orgasm.
“shit!” eddie almost whined out at the way your cunt clamped around him, milking him in the best way possible. he didn’t last long after that – with a stuttering thrust, he emptied himself inside of you, hips stilling as spurts of cum filled you up. it was embarrassing, just how long he’s been wanting this.
the man just about collapsed on top of you, his face stuffed in the crook of your neck.
the both of you took your time to collect your breath, your hand running itself through his hair, fingers gently scratching at his scalp.
after a few moments, eddie finally pushed himself up and removed himself from inside you, causing you both to whine at the sensitivity.
you pressed your thighs together, the emptiness now an odd sensation. you sighed softly, feel wetness trickle down your thighs, but you ignored it as you went to look at eddie, who was already looking at you with a bright, beaming smile.
the long, curly haired man laid next to you and brought you into his arms, holding you tenderly, and mumbled softly, “how are you feeling, sweetheart? still love me?” he was teasing you, but there was a layer of insecurity hiding underneath.
you let out a startled giggle, shaking your head at the man. “you just gave me the best night of my life and you ask me if i still love you?” you asked incredulously, looking over at him with a small grin on your face.
eddie playfully rolled his eyes at you and went to flick your nose lightly, “well, yeah. was the dick up to par for you?” he sent you a teasing smirk, laughing at the way you smacked his shoulder.
“well, if you must know,” you spoke matter-of-factly, “we might have to practice a little on your stamina – wanna last a little longer next time. but to answer your question, yes, i still do love you.” you teased the man back, just a little payback.
he groaned dramatically, his body flopping slightly on the bed as he threw a hand over his forehead, “oh, you wound my ego, princess!” he had his eyes clenched shut, before opening one to glance at you, a cocky grin soon settling on his lips, “though, glad to know there will be a next time. wanna go for round two now?”
“eddie!”
“what?! just gimme a bit ‘nd ‘m good as new!”
“you’re a horndog, you know?”
“as if you’re not the one who came twice tonight. one of those times not even by my cock, babe. plus, you love me.”
“i — shut up, eddie.”
“only will if you let me eat you out.”
“god, you’re insufferable.”
“yeah, yeah. love you too, princess.”
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Brian Griffin, who has died aged 75, was one of the most original and influential British photographers of his generation. His images of Kate Bush, Donald Sutherland, Iggy Pop and Damien Hirst, and his album covers for Echo and the Bunnymen and Depeche Mode, are some of the most famous pictures of the 1980s.
For the cover of Depeche Mode’s 1982 LP, A Broken Frame, Griffin transposed Soviet social realism to a cornfield off the M11 in East Anglia, and the result was named by Life magazine as one of the greatest images of the decade. His virtuosity saw him declared photographer of the decade by the Guardian in 1989.
His work, which has been exhibited globally, is in the permanent collections of the National Portrait Gallery, the V&A, the Arts Council and the Birmingham Museum and Art Gallery.
Griffin’s success capturing the glossy worlds of money and hairspray was rooted in something darker. He was forged in the Black Country, the industrial heartland of the West Midlands, and the influence of the factories, and the harsh light from the furnaces, suffused his early photography. He had a relentless work ethic and would do anything to succeed in a world far removed from that of his upbringing.
He was born in Birmingham, the only child of Edith (nee Moore) and James Griffin, who were both factory workers. The family lived in a two-up, two-down in Lye, where every street had a factory. Young Brian felt that “the whole world appeared to be partly made of metal. Everything you touched seemed to be iron and steel.” After passing the 11-plus exam he went to Halesowen technical school, then went to work at the age of 16.
In 1965 he was making conveyors for readymix concrete plants when the factory foreman suggested he join Hagley camera club, where he picked up a camera for the first time. He then got a job at British Steel and was working as a nuclear pipework engineering estimator in 1969 when everything changed. Devastated by the end of a love affair, he decided to leave his old life behind.
Griffin’s only means of escape was photography, so he put some of his camera club images into a Boots photo album and applied to art colleges. He was accepted into Manchester Art School at the age of 21, where he studied with Martin Parr and Daniel Meadows.
In the college library he devoured books on art, and after graduating and moving to London, he spent weeks at the National Film theatre immersing himself in German and French cinema. Inspired, he began to look for work.
In 1972 he went to see the art director of Management Today magazine. Griffin’s talent was plain to see, and he was immediately put to work. He shot a shadowy monochromatic image of rush hour on London Bridge from the back of a cab, calling it his Metropolis image, after Fritz Lang’s expressionist masterpiece. Prior to this, Griffin had doubted his ability, but now he knew that he could make it as a photographer, he unleashed his artistry.
Through his images for the magazine, Griffin introduced surrealism to the boardroom. His industrial background meant that he clicked with the businessmen who were his subjects, and the captains of industry played ball. He wittily subverted the corporate power of the men he photographed by introducing discordant juxtapositions, building tension. He wound intrigue throughout his work, stopping the viewer in their tracks, making them take time over his images, and his work began to be recognised.
Ambitious, he wanted to expand his repertoire and earn more money. He understood that the style he had honed in the business world would translate into the pop sphere, where post-punk bands were eschewing bondage trousers in favour of being suited and booted. He went to Stiff Records and photographed Elvis Costello and the Attractions and Ian Dury and the Blockheads.
Recognition followed and commissions flooded in. He worked for Esquire, Rolling Stone, the Face, Time Out, the Sunday Times and the Observer, in advertising for British Airways, BMW and Levi Jeans, and photographed Brian May in a series for Sony Walkman in 1980.
That year he moved to Rotherhithe, a working-class area of south London on the banks of the Thames. He loved the place, recognised its people and was to stay there all his life. He set up a studio from where he continued to push the boundaries of the conventional. Using his background in engineering, allied to his innate creativity, he built lighting machines and used knicker elastic and ping-pong balls to create startling special effects in an analogue age.
Some experiments led to happy accidents: his highly regarded 1984 image of Siouxsie Sioux, intended as a double exposure, was in fact a triple: “It was wrong, but so right,” he said.
In the days before social media, aside from magazines, the main showcase for a photographer’s work was on walls, be they in galleries or town centres. Griffin’s first solo London exhibition was at Contrast Gallery in 1981, and the posters of his work for bands such as Spandau Ballet and Ultravox were plastered across the land. His family finally saw his work and were proud: they had always wanted more for Brian than factory life.
As well as portraiture, he produced numerous documentary projects. In 1986 he photographed construction workers at the Broadgate development in the City of London. At the time he was still reeling from the death of his father from lung cancer, due to a life inhaling cast-iron dust. The project allowed Griffin to pay homage to his father and to all working people: he monumentalised the men “like knights lying in state in a cathedral with their swords”.
In 1989 he left still photography to make television commercials, music videos and short films, but returned a decade later. In 2003 he produced a project to aid Birmingham’s bid to become the European City of Culture. He worked promoting the 2012 London Olympics and in 2015 his photo-essay, Himmelstrasse, movingly documented the railway tracks in Poland that transported people to Nazi death camps. He continued to work up until the end of his life, with new projects still in the pipeline.
He had more than 20 monographs published in his lifetime and won numerous awards. In 2013 the Royal Photographic Society awarded him their Centenary Medal, and the following year he received an honorary doctorate from Birmingham City University for his lifetime contribution to his home city.
Griffin’s 1980 marriage to the photographer Frances Newman ended in divorce. Their daughter, Layla, died in 2020; he is survived by their son, Danz, and three grandchildren.
🔔Brian James Griffin, photographer, born 13 April 1948; died 27 January 2024
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NUVO MAGAZINE | Noah Reid on Switching Gears and Making Adjustments
Writer Josh Greenblatt | Photographer Ted Belton
From Schitt’s Creek to a Broadway debut, the screen and stage actor is now pouring his emotions into music.
When Noah Reid appears on our video chat, he’s sitting in what looks like the prototypical New York apartment with a gallery wall obscured by lush monstera plants. The Toronto native has been staying at a friend’s place in Queens during his run in the Tony-nominated Broadway show The Minutes, which has earned rave reviews, though Reid ignores them. To his right sits the cover of his third album, Adjustments, which features boarded-up storefronts, an image of a period marked by immense change. “During the pandemic, the visual texture of neighbourhoods changed so much,” Reid says of the inspiration behind the eerie album art. “So many businesses that didn’t make it through, the boarded-up stores, they became part of the tapestry of the streetscape, certainly in Toronto, and I’m guessing in a lot of places.” He wonders what happened to the owners. “If you had to close your business, where would you go? What would you do?”
Reid starting writing songs for the album, the follow-up to his sophomore effort, 2020’s Gemini, before the pandemic, but when the world locked down, his Gemini tour was cancelled. It was just a month before the final episode of Schitt’s Creek aired. The beloved sitcom became a cultural phenomenon, winning a record number of Emmy Awards plus a Screen Actors Guild Award for Best Ensemble, and made Reid a star as Patrick Brewer, the love interest to Dan Levy’s character, David.
Noah Reid was photographed in Toronto this past June, while on a trip to his hometown from New York, where he is staying during his run in the Tony-nominated Broadway show, The Minutes.
Lockdown was an intensely creative time for Reid, if a trying one. “I was staying up way too late and just couldn’t differentiate the hours of the day,” he says, his casual approach to making music allowing him to hone his voice without the noise or pressure of a major label. Recorded live at Toronto’s Union Sound Company and produced by Juno Award nominee Matthew Barber (who also collaborated with Reid on Gemini and his 2016 debut album, Songs from a Broken Chair), Adjustments came to life over a series of sessions with musicians including Bahamian guitarist Christine Bougie and Great Lake Swimmers drummer Joshua Van Tassel. The result is an intensely personal, emotionally raw examination of our new, uncertain reality. “Everyday,” the effervescent album-opening lead single, encapsulates Reid’s headspace during the making of the album. “I wrote that song in the early days of the pandemic, when I’d look out the window at this park that’s usually full of kids and families but now was totally desolate,” he says. “It came from a feeling of being forced into a sort of loneliness and not really knowing what to do about that.”
Reid knows his genre of music isn’t exactly made for radio play. Alt-rock isn’t the most culturally relevant right now, he says. “I’m not trying to write hit songs. I just am writing from my own perspective.” Unlike in Hollywood or on Broadway, where producers, development executives, and casting directors determine actors’ fates, having full creative control over his music is paramount. So what is Reid’s perspective? “Finding that undercurrent of adjustments,” the artist says. “Sometimes the adjustment is about kind of letting go of what you can’t control, and sometimes it’s about trying to try to put a better foot forward.”
Noah Reid’s latest album, Adjustments, is an eight-track disc of smooth alt-rock.
Reid, 35, was born in Toronto to visual artist parents and began performing in local theatre productions as a young boy. A sensitive kid with energy to burn, he sang in his school choir, played on sports teams, and did typical extracurricular activities. But at the same time, he says, “I was going off and doing these other things that felt special and creative,” for which he sometimes felt isolated from his peers—feelings he explores on the song “Left Behind.” He originally thought the song was about the end of Schitt’s Creek, he says, but now feels it has more to do with “deeper-seated feelings of being left out of things or moving through different groups of people when you’re involved in these casts.” He and Levy remain close. “We had so much stuff together, and that became a real foundation of a really loving, trusting friendship,” Reid says. “And you know, that on-screen partnership, we had to really rely on each other and build that trust with each other. A lot of projects, I’ve taken a few friends with me from each thing, and Schitt’s Creek, it’s just that special thing where if I’m in the same place as any of those people, that’s a terrific day for me.”
Noah Reid knows his genre of music isn’t exactly made for radio play. Alt-rock isn’t the most culturally relevant right now, he says. “I’m not trying to write hit songs. I just am writing from my own perspective.”
A graduate of the National Theatre School of Canada, Reid is a rare example of a child actor who made it to the big leagues. His disarming sincerity recalls the wholesome affability of his Schitt’s Creek character. “I don’t consider myself famous,” he says. “I know some famous people. They live differently from me.” Recently, in New York, Levy asked him how he’s been handling his new-found celebrity after the premiere of The Minutes. “That guy can’t walk down the street,” Reid says of his famous friend. “I can walk down the street, and maybe people are, like, ‘I know you from somewhere.’”
Despite his current stardom, Reid has found his fumbles more meaningful than his successes. “I think some of the best moments in my life have been when things professionally weren’t working out,” he says. “And I found things that grounded me—relationships and an understanding that you can contribute to the world around you and your community in ways that don’t involve people clapping for you or inviting you to fancy parties and stuff.” This healthy remove from Hollywood excess feels like a more honest place to make music audiences can relate to, which is more important to Reid than commercial success or industry praise. Not that they are irrelevant, but “now, interestingly, professional success is abundant, and it’s a hard time to focus on it because I’ve got other family matters that I value more deeply,” Reid says. “And so that kind of balancing act can be really tricky.”
As his run in The Minutes ends, Reid is adjusting to his new gig: fatherhood. And he’s approaching it like he has everything else that’s come his way: with a level head and grace. “I’ve always had a sense that rolling with the punches is important, that things are going to come and go,” he says. “I don’t get too high, don’t get too low, just be chill. Take what comes and try to do what you can with it. There’s always another day. If that thing doesn’t work out, there’ll be something else.”
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