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Look at our I'm on Fire boys! Wayne "Uncle" and Eddie "War Machine" Munson😭 By the incredibly talented @dr-aculaaa
Commissioned by the amazing @texasblues
#Drac's art#I'm on Fire#biker!Eddie#I'm screaming#this is everything to me#I love this fandom so much
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Bikes (B.H)
Warning(s); Possessive Billy,threatening, spit kink?, casual dominance,daddy kink.
Pairing(s); Biker! Billy Hargrove x Girlfriend! Reader.
Summary; you join Billy for a meet up and one of his “friends” makes too many jokes.
A/n; this came from thots with myth ( @toomanybandstocare ) ANYWYA
Billy slid to a stop in front of the small bar the group decided to meet up at, it wasn’t your first time tagging along. Billy carefully kicked down the stand and leaned the bike over unhooking his helmet and sitting it on one of the handle bars. He stepped over it and turned around to you “you alright?” He asked tilting your head up to unhook your helmet. “Mhm, you okay?” Billy chuckled and nodded.
Billy sat your helmet down and ran his fingers through your hair fixing the fly aways. You whined and Billy shook his head chuckling as he bent down to peck your lips. “So needy” he teased booping your nose. You climbed off the bike and Billy wrapped a arm around your waist and the pair of you walked inside.
You smiled seeing the black fuzzy curls at the bar and jump on Eddie’s back the second you’re close enough. “Oh- shit. Hey dove” he slips his hand around your waist and tugs you into a hug. “How’ve you been?” He asked and you smile “I’ve been good, you? How’s your little dnd club?” You’ve moved back into Billy’s hold now.
Soon the whole group is there and the few of you move to a table. One of the men in the group jokes and pats his lap saying for you to sit. You shoot him a disgusted look before Billy pipes up “mhm, baby come sit with daddy” he waves you over and open his arm for you as you settle down onto his thigh. You and Eddie sit and talk about how his uncles shop is doing and about the cars he’s worked on lately.
“Yeah, there’s this girl who shows up every few days complaining about her car but I think she just likes Wayne” you smile “Awh. How cute.” Eddie nods “I’m trying to nudge him but you know how he is” you nod. Billy’s fingers tap you cheek and you turn back to him and he holds a a French fry up for you to eat.
“How’s school?” One of them ask and you shrug “it’s alright, one of my teachers is a pain in my ass.” You explained. The same guy from earlier pipes up again “you don’t like that?” It was another no hit joke. You felt Billy’s hold tighten on you and drag you back to his chest,you could feel how tensed he was.
“Why, do you?” You shot back and the man went quiet for a minute “your mother must’ve given you that attitude” he commented and you smiled. “She did, my dad however showed me how to break a guys nose so unless you want to be on the bad end of that i’d shut the fuck up.” You bit out and the mans eyes went wide.
“Get your bitch in control” he commented and Billy chuckled “why? Scared she’ll bite?” He pushed and you snapped your teeth at him making the rest of the table laugh at his expense. He seemed to stay quiet after that unless spoken to but he kept his eyes glowering towards you.
Eventually your social battery was ran out and you leaned back into Billy’s chest. “Getting sleepy Babybug?” You hummed and glanced down at the floor. “Oo! A penny” you leaned down to pick it up, Billy’s arm tightened around your waist his other hand going to cover the edge of the table while you sat back up. “It means good luck” you said and he smiled at you. “Mhm, it does.” He agreed and you flipped the coin in your fingers.
“You wanna lay down?” Eddie asked and slid down the booth more to give you enough room. You glanced back at Billy and he nodded sliding you off his lap and onto the red leather next to him. You situated yourself your head in Billy’s lap and your feet dangled off Eddie’s legs. His ringed fingers brushing over your ankle and up your legs every few minutes while you listened to the men talk.
You enjoyed the feeling of Billy’s hands combing through your hair but it was putting you to sleep. You only seemed to snap to when Billy tapped your cheek and bent down, he tugged at your lips and you open your mouth. Soon it was filled with cold soda and you giggled as he pecked your lips afterwards.
“Good girl” he praised and pecked your lips once more. “Hey, me and Eddie are gonna go out for a cig, you gonna come?” You nod. Billy slid out before you and then Eddie, you followed behind them almost like a puppy on a leash as they walked around to the ash tray attached to Eddie’s bike.
Billy passed you his lighter while he dug out a cig and sat it between his lips you cupped your hands around the lighter as you lit it. The fire connecting to his cig before you turned to Eddie to do the same. “Thank you pretty girl” he patted your head and you smiled brightly.
“I want one” you whined “no.” Billy stated plainly and you huffed eddie grabbed a hold of your jaw turning your head to him. “Good girls don’t smoke, you’re a good girl aren’t you love?” You nodded and he smiled “then don’t argue. Be a good girl” you nodded your cheeks turning pink as you moved to lean into Billy’s chest.
You spaced out as the two men talked “daddy M’tired” you said sitting your chin on Billy’s chest as you looked up at him. “Yeah? Getting sleepy baby?” You nodded and he pecked your lips. “Go grab daddy’s jacket for him.” You nodded and left back inside the bar. Your fingers gripped onto the leather jacket “you leavin?” One of them asked and you nodded “I’m sleepy” the men all chuckled and mumble farewells.
You handed billy his jacket and Eddie opened his arms for you. The pair of you hugged tightly for a few minutes “now, you do good with this college shit alright?” You nodded and he kissed your head. “Atta girl” you picked up your helmet and Billy clipped it in place as you settled on his bike. He got settled and kicked the stand up you settling your hands around his waist as the bike thrummed to life. “Ready?” He asked “yeah, you ready?” Billy smiled and nodded before backing the bike up and taking off back towards home.
#fem reader#billy hargrove x reader#billy hargrove x female reader#billy hargrove x you#billy hargrove x y/n#billy hargrove headcanon#billy hargrove smut#billy hargrove#eddie munson#biker!billy#biker!eddie
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Holy shit, what have I done 🤤
@bettyfrommars
#eddie munson#biker!eddie#I’m on Fire#Joseph Quinn needs to be in a biker movie#don’t look at his hands#my edit
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Praise Him
A biker!eddie and nun!reader blurb
18+ only, MINORS DNI
CW: fem!reader, religious kink, blasphemy, degradation, humiliation, filth
Summary: an encounter between nun!reader and her biker lover…or is he?
My second contribution to @oneforthemunny’s summertime writing game and my first official post for Smuterday!
Enjoy whores!
Biker!eddie lifting nun!reader’s habit in the confessional.
“Say it!” Eddie groans into her neck. He licks a hot wet path from her throat to her ear, nipping her lobe.
“Forgive me God for I have sinned!”
Eddie’s fingers work magic between her thighs. She’s so wet he knows whatever man upstairs can hear the cream running down her legs.
“Does the power of Christ compel you?” Three of Eddie’s fingers wreak havoc on her gspot.
“No! Never,” she pleads. She opens her eyes, vision clouded in white hot pleasure to see her mysterious lover’s eyes.
Pure black.
“Who do you praise?!” Eddie’s voice is deep and gravely.
She bursts around his hand, “Satan!” She cries, gripping his wrist as if it could slow him down. His ears perk hearing her cum drip on the floor. He slides his hand out her sloppy cunt and grips her cheek. Her puffy lips pucker like a blow fish.
“Now clean it up.”
“But—”
Eddie puts a finger to her lips. “Shhh, we wouldn’t want Father to hear now would we.”
She lowers to her knees. Her tongue salivates seeing the puddle, her own desires come to fruition.
Her hot tongue licks the floor, tasting the cold cobbled stones and her own cream. Above her Eddie unbuckles his belt. He takes out his hard cock and jerks it.
She runs her tongue up from the floor, to his boot, to the damp black denim of his jeans until she finally reaches the head of cock.
“Every drop,” Eddie reminds her.
She nods eagerly and takes him into her mouth. He tickles the back of her throat. She breathes in the scent of him, running her finger nails through the thatch of hair at the base of his cock.
Eddie’s fingers tangle around in her hair. He pulls her head back. “Now, show your God who you really praise.”
#eddie munson/reader#eddie munson x female reader#fem reader#munsonology’s eddieverse#eddie munson fem!reader#IM GOIN TO HELL#biker!eddie#biker!eddie munson#biker!eddie and nun!reader#munsonology’s biker!eddie#sav’s multiverse of eddie’s
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watching biker!eddie fixing his bike, all covered in grease. hair pulled back in a bun. white cut off t-shirt showing off his muscles. when he catches you staring he just smirks, “see something you like doll?”
Omg Mariah!! 😩 ((this can go along with jealousy))
We can pretend like it’s one of the first times you see him, he lives across the street from you and you can’t help yourself from staring. After he catches you, you’re stuttering trying to come up with something smart to say but getting even more choked up as he slowly pulls his shirt up and off of his head. Your face completely flushes as he wipes the grease and sweat away from his body, winking at you as he tosses his shirt onto his bike before walking inside his house to take a cold shower, your eyes following him until he closes his front door behind him, he’s smirking the whole time.
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How did Eddie and Malibu!Barbie spend the holidays? I miss them💕
Hiii babes!! Awe I miss them too!! I hope you enjoy these conversations between them two while opening up some gifts and spending time at the club house!💖
-find everything Eddie x Barbie!Reader here✨
“Merry Christmas Eddie!” “Uhm…thanks?” “What? You don’t like it?” “It’s…a swimsuit…that says Barbie on it and it’s…pink.” “Isn’t it cute?” “Yeah it’s…so cute…why did you get this for me?” “Because you’re always saying I don’t have enough swimsuits that cover my body and this one is a one piece so it covers everything!” “Oh…okay but why…did you give it to me and not just keep it for yourself?” “Because I thought it would make you happy to see it…duh.” “Did…did you just duh me? Who taught you the word duh?” “Steve.” “Figures.” “Did you look at the bottom of the bag?” “I’m not wearing these…” “why? We can match! I just know you’re going to look so good in them!” “I don’t wear pink swim trunks…and especially ones that say Barbie’s favorite on the ass…” “Not even one time just so we can take a picture together?” “One time…maybe…but sure as fuck no pictures.” “You’re such a Scrooge.” “No more hanging out with Steve.”
“What is this?” “Chapstick…for your lips…” “oh thank you Eddie! I love it!…oh it smells like cherries!” “You’re always bitching about dry lips from being in the sun all day so…there you go..now you can stop stealing mine.” “You’re the best…do I get to go to the Christmas party tonight?” “Only if you promise not to cry after having too many margaritas…” “I…will promise to try my best..not to cry…” “I’ll accept that…go get dressed then.” “I am dressed?” “Please don’t start with me it’s Christmas and I’m trying to be all holly and…jolly and shit.” “Eddie this is a perfectly good skirt and top…I have to wear it tonight…it’s my elf outfit.” “Does it past the test?” “You and that stupid test….yes it passed the test…you can’t see anything when I bend over…” “fine…but you’re gonna freeze your little elf ass off on the bike.”
“What the fuck did you do to the clubhouse…” “isn’t it festive? I added lights to that old bike over there since you said I couldn’t put a tree up.” “Who helped you-” “Steve! I was just showing Eddie all our decorations!” “You helped her Harrington?” “Uh I may have…strung a strand of lights…or two…” “Steve is the best he’s always helping me with things.” “Oh really? What all does he help you with?” “I think I hear Dustin calling my name…merry Christmas Malibu!” “Malibu?” “That’s what he calls me…will you make me a drink please? I’m going to go see what Max is doing.” “Why does he call you that?” “Because it’s a nickname.” “Why can’t he call you Barbie like everyone else?” “Because he doesn’t wanna be like everyone else? I figured you’d understand that…” “I don’t like it.” “Oh don’t be such a grinch Eddie…now how about a drink? Please?” “Yeah yeah I’ll go make you a damn drink…”
#Malibu convos#biker!eddie#biker!eddie x Malibu Barbie!reader#eddie Munson x Barbie!reader#eddie munson x bimbo!reader#eddie munson au#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson x fem!reader fluff#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x female reader#biker!eddie x you#eddie munson series#Eddie Munson#stranger things au#my little dungeon master baby
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Near where I live there is a motorcycle workshop that looks like this
and whenever I see it it reminds me of @bettyfrommars Biker!Eddie from I'm on Fire ❤️🔥🥰
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im letting my filthy filthy thoughts linger and a new eddie series will be available soon
#leia's thoughts#i have too much fun with caffeine in my system#mechanic!eddie#or#biker!eddie#OR BOTH
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Eddie post a Tiktok of an old home video. In the video, he’s twenty-one, messy haired, laying on his side in bed facing the camera, and he looks like shit. His eyes are glassy, his nose is rubbed red, and his voice is thick the way it always is when he’s sick.
“This is a message for future Eddie,” Eddie tells the camera. “If you decide to spend the rest of your life with a man that spends all his free time babysitting - and I know you, you do want to spend your life with him - get used to catching every virus in town.”
In the video, Steve pops up behind Eddie and wraps himself around him, looking just as sick. His eyes never open as he cuddles closer, resting his head in the curve of Eddie’s neck and his hand on his chest over his heart. Steve sounds like he’s already falling back to sleep when he asks, “Who’re you talking to?”
Eddie looks into the camera like, “Myself.”
“Say hi for me.”
#This is before Steve decided he wanted to go to college for teaching#CC is on the cusp of fame at this point so Eddie’s gone more than he’s there#so he’s funny convinced that Steve gave him whatever bug the kid he was babysitting had#instead of being like ‘maybe I shouldn’t lick beer off the counter at a biker bar’#Eddie is solely posting this video because he is currently sick#eddie munson tiktok saga#steve harrington#eddie munson
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biker!eddie munson
#eddie munson#moodboard#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x fem!reader smut#eddie munson x reader#biker eddie munson
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perv!eddie x fem!reader
thank you to my darlings @onegirlmanytales and @mrsjellymunson for requesting some perv Eddie from me, since I was begging for it. Decided to go with biker!eddie. I wrote this really fast, it is so silly. Just to clarify, I do not consider "perv" to be a negative thing, especially not in this instance. I think it's very adorable behavior.
18+only, masturbation, smut fantasies, dirty talk, ejaculation, armpit kink, reader owns a cardigan
wc: 784
The first time you met Eddie and rode in his tow truck, you left something behind, and it wasn't until a week later that you realized it was missing. It was a lightweight cardigan that seemed to go with every outfit, but after a while, you gave up looking, and figured you must’ve left it at the library, or at the park, perhaps.
Eddie noticed it that same night on his way home; it was slumped down between the passenger seat and the door.
The material was dark and soft, and the first thing he did was smell it. A tentative, quick sniff at first, but then he closed his eyes and pushed a handful of the material against his mouth and nose as if it were a breathing apparatus, sucking in deep.
He remembered the way the swing of the door shutting you in the cab earlier that day sent a shockwave of your smell over to him, catching in his throat, making his mouth water.
That sweater was his excuse to see you again, and he clutched it close, making his way up to his apartment above Munson’s Garage.
The next night, he took a shower, sat down in the comfy chair adjacent to the TV to have a beer, and your cardigan just so happened to be on the arm rest---so he decided to smell it again.
There were subtle notes of whatever perfume or lotion you wore embedded in the fabric, as well has hints of laundry soap, but then, there was something else. The natural pheromones released from the pores in your skin, but also…
He lifted up the sleeve of the garment to follow the shoulder seam down to the curve of the spot he wanted, and then he breathed in a few greedy pulls.
Oh, fuck, right there.
That bit of sweat, and twinge of body odor after a long day at work and being stranded by the side of the road in the sun. The way he imagined the crease of your inner thigh might taste after a long night of fucking.
Shirtless, with wet hair hanging down his shoulders, he took hold of his growing length inside his boxers, pumping himself a few times.
One-handed, he flipped your cardigan inside out to get closer to the scent, to get closer to you.
He imagined licking the sweat from between your breasts after you rode him good and hard, and then letting his tongue work deep inside your pussy, spreading your legs further.
“Just like that, baby? You want to cum on my tongue? You’re so good for me,” his voice was muffled as he spoke into the material, imagining his face buried in your sweetness.
Fist moving faster on his uncircumcised foreskin, his hips bucked up, precum dribbled out, and he groaned your name.
“I want to be inside you too, baby, fuck, so bad,” he said aloud, answering your imaginary plead, giving his hard shaft a few long strokes. “But not until you cum for me. I want to taste you.”
In his mind, he imagined feeling that tight bud at the top of your slit getting taunt under his sucks, and then you are pleading with him that you were close. You’d be clutching onto his hair, saying his name over and over, until you eventually lost control, arching up of the bed, heels kicking on the mattress.
His hips shot up off the chair and they vibrated there, frozen, his hand jerking at the tip, imagining working you through your orgasm.
He dropped the sweater from his face and then, breathlessly, he imagined plunging his cock inside of you, diving down into your eager arms as you kissed him, burying himself in your still fluttering walls.
“OH fuckkk you feel so good,” he hissed, throwing his head back as his warm release leaked over his hand and onto his belly. “That’s my girl, that’s my fucking girl. Take every last drop.” He huffed, stroking the wetness as long as he could before it got too sticky, squirming in his seat, pretending to linger inside you.
In the aftershock of it all, he pulled his boxers up and felt almost embarrassed. What would you think of him if you knew?
Regardless, he had every intention of returning the sweater to you, but time went on and he forgot.
No, that’s a lie. He consciously decided to keep it.
About a year later, while helping him pack up his place, you’d find it tucked in the far corner of his closet.
“Baby,” you ask, holding it up by the shoulders so that it unfolds slowly in its crinkled state. “Why do you have this?”
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@bettyfrommars surprise! I hope you like this edit I did. The whole time reading your fic, I’m on Fire, I pictured this.
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O Holy Night
A Biker!Eddie and Nunny short story
18+ only, MINORS DNI
CW: Fem!Reader, blasphemy, knife kink, sodomy, religious kink
Summary: Eddie visits Nunny at the convent late at night and they discuss her new attire, and some new feelings.
With her habit hoisted around her waist, Nunny watched as her lover took the blade of his switchblade up her thigh. The sensation against her stockings made her thighs quiver.
Eddie took hold of her stockings at the crotch, he cut a hole inside and pulled the fabric apart.
“These are new,” Eddie observed.
Usually his little nun wore white, cotton briefs. Tonight she was wearing a pair of high cut white panties, scalloped lace around the edge. A delicate pink rose in the waistband.
“I thought…I don’t know,” you shied away from him, closing your legs.
Eddie grips your thigh open. “Tell me. What did you think?”
You lean forward, fingers playing with the chains around his neck.
“I thought—I thought you’d like it..if I was more—I don’t know, more modern, more sexy like the girls at the bar.”
“The girls at the bar…” Eddie hums.
“So I bought all this stuff. Panties—garters—”
“Jesus Christ Nunny, you just jump into the deep end, huh?”
It’s silent between them for a moment. Eddie pushes back Nunny’s veil to reveal her hair. He can’t help but imagine what a white one would look like on her instead.
“I don’t want the girls at the bar, my little nun. The only girl I want in my bar is you.”
With a warm hold on your face, he kisses you deeply. You welcome him, your legs bringing him closer. You moan at the feel of the knife handle against your mound. It pushes past your panties and slowly creeps into your cunt.
“What would He say about your getting fucked like this? Hmm?”
You whimper as the handle kisses your g-spot. “He’d ask if I could turn cum into wine.”
The vulgarity stuns Eddie for a hot second. He laughs, bringing you along with him in a fit of giggles.
“I love you,” you tell him.
Eddie’s breathing slows. “I love you too.” He pockets his knife and rises from the bed.
Staring at the bland wall of Nunny’s convent room, he takes the crucifix down from its post.
Using his powers, he transforms the bottom piece of the cross into a smooth, rounded head. A curve at the end.
“If you want we could test it out…see if your cum is as magnificent as that little book you tote around says.”
Nunny bites her lip with anticipation. Eddie stands over her and takes hold of her neck. His thumb rubs against her throat. “What’s your safe word?”
“Bethlehem.”
Eddie pushes her back on the bed. Crawling over her, Eddie rips the rest of the habit and underclothes off her body with his sharp claws. She mews seeing the horns on his head grow from the curls.
With her legs wide, Eddie slides the crucifix inside her sopping cunt. He fucks her with it, not holding back how deep he’s inside. “Fuck,” Nunny pleads.
She could fill a pool she’s so wet. Her sheets will be soaked. That’s how it always is with him. She grabs the crucifix and with him, guides it further, her cunt squeezing the wood.
“Say a prayer for me, my little nun,” his voice is deep.
“Hail Satan.”
#eddie munson/reader#munsonology’s eddieverse#eddie munson x female reader#fem reader#eddie munson fem!reader#sav’s multiverse of eddie’s#biker!eddie munson#smut#Eddie smut#biker!eddie#munsonology’s biker!eddie#biker!eddie and nun!reader#Eddie and nunny#nunny#nun!reader#o holy night#munsonology fics
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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8kkH1Cr/
A potential contribution to the Biker!Eddie headcanon.
Oh my GOD he so would! I definitely might have to add this to things I’m working on! 🤭👀
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✩ 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕚𝕣 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕤 ✩
✩ been sketching Eddie recently again and got into drawing this full piece ! ☺️💕✨ I had a lot of fun with the background, I love street light/building aesthetics sm <3 enjoy ^^!!✨
#Eddie#illustration#robot#robo#robot oc#cyberpunk#cyberpunk aesthetic#cyborg#cyborg oc#tw eyestrain#neon#neon lights#neon aesthetic#biker aesthetic#original character#oc#oc art#my art 🍰#mask#helmet#80s#80s aesthetic#synthwave#my oc’s 🎂#vaporwave
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I’m not imagining Malibu Barbie! reader having a crisis like the song What Was I Made For and Eddie trying to calm her down and remind her of her worth.
Hiii lovey!! This just made me emo because just imagining big bad biker Eddie trying to help Malibu Barbie remember who the efffff she is just 😭🥹🥹 so I hope you enjoy💖
-want in on Barbie ask night? Look here✨
TW: cursing
*Eddie doesn’t get why you’re so upset…you’re Malibu fucking Barbie*
“Hey did you use-” Eddie stops talking the moment he walks into your room and sees you sitting on the edge of your bed with your head in your hands. “I really don’t want to ask but what’s wrong?” You lift your head and Eddie wants to rolls his eyes because of course you’re crying, that seems to be one of your favorite things to do besides bother him.
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” Your voice is a little squeaky from crying and Eddie just lets out a sigh as he leans against your doorway.
“Don’t know what you’re supposed to do with what?” He asks as he crosses his arms over his chest, he watches you wipe at your eyes and let out a deep breath, a trick he taught you to help calm yourself down.
“Life.” Is all you say as you lay down on your back and Eddie just shakes his head and lets out a sarcastic laugh as he pushes off your doorframe so he can take a few steps so he’s standing in front of you.
“That’s the whole point of life.” You feel his hand give your knee a light tap making you just groan as you raise your hands up so he can grab them and pull you up so you’re back in a sitting position. “No one knows what the fuck they’re supposed to do so we just do what we’re good at or enjoy.” You close your eyes as a new wave of tears hit you as Eddie talks and you feel bad because you know he hates when you cry.
“I can’t do what I’m good at…there’s no beaches here and…and I’m a surfer.” Eddie rolls his eyes as you open your eyes and look down at your feet as some tears rolls down your cheeks.
“You’re not just a surfer.” Eddie squats down so he can place his thumb under your chin and gently lift your head so you’re looking him right in the eyes. “You’re Malibu fucking Barbie and you can do whatever the hell you want.” Eddie feels a sense of relief when you give him a little smile as you sniffle making him hold back a laugh.
“Really?” Eddie just nods as he stands up and heads to your closet so he can grab your helmet that he notices you’ve added some glitter spray paint to.
“Yes.” You smile as he tosses the helmet so it lands next to you on the bed. “Now come on we have errands to run.” He adds as he heads to your bedroom door.
“Where are we going?” You ask as you grab your helmet and follow him down the hallway.
“The mall.” You raise an eyebrow at him even though he can’t see you. “I heard they are having a sale on swimsuits.” Eddie smiles to himself when he hears you let out your excited squeal.
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