#eddie imagines
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Rumour
Description: you share with Eddie, your older neighbour, the rumours you've heard about him. They might not be all fictitious...
Warnings: smutty smutty smut smut, lotta angst, tiny fluff. NSFW, Minors DNI I will whack you with a dinner plate, Eddie is mid 30s, tattoo artist, dom, reader uses sher/her pronouns, sub, fem! Oral receiving, praise kink, potential for Sir kink, a tiny bit of penis handling, p in v unprotected sex (wrap it folks) genital and tongue piercings.
A/N: well, this thought gripped to the inside of my thighs and refused to let go. I had to share it with you before I started humping my furniture. Have fun. Again I'm English so I try with the Americanisms, anything I got wrong soz babe. BTW ST 4pt2 never happened soz babycakes ❤ Reblogs are what keep me alive FR. They keep Tumblr alive (and my own heart beating)! If you want more smut reblog my stuff. I'll love you forever, promise.❤
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Walking back to your ground floor apartment after your shift, your feet aching, you spot your neighbour sitting on a lawn chair in the courtyard smoking a cigarette. Your incredibly hot, older neighbour. Mr Munson.
The neighbour that sends shivers up your spine at the mere mention of him. The neighbour that you think about at night when you're in bed, all alone.
No doubt about it, he looked both hot and intimidating. Not that you would care to admit but that was entirely your type. Mid thirties, broad shouldered, and appeared to be as confident as a wolf, and about as self assured. He reminded you of one; gruff looking, proud, stalking around, making you feel like prey.
He looked particularly jaw dropping tonight in a black button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up; part of his muscular arms were on display, covered in countless tattoos. You've heard that he works in one of the tattoo shops down town. In fact you've heard a lot about him, but that was one rumour that you actually believed.
Elbows resting on his knees, his messy hair fell in waves just brushing his shoulders, full lips taking a drag on a rolled cigarette. Peeking out of his shirt collar, between the waves of hair, you can see a skull like tattoo on the side of his neck.
Is that new? Oh God, he's so hot. Okay just walk past, act normal.
You saunter past him with as much confidence as you could muster.
"Hey Mr Munson." You nod in his direction, trying to stop your voice quaking, fumbling for your keys.
"Hey sweet thing. You good?"
Jesus, does he really need to call me that?
The nickname travels to the pit of your stomach making you squirm hotly.
"Yeah sir, just a long shift at the bar. Idiots tonight, you know?"
Mr Munson shifts in his chair taking a sudden breath in.
"Shit sweetheart, sorry to hear that. Wanna talk about it?"
Well, it couldn't hurt, right?
You flop down in the chair bedside him, gesturing for a drag on his cigarette.
"Can I?"
He smiles wickedly and puts his roll up to your mouth. The roughness of his fingertips brushes on your lips making you clench, almost rucking your hips up, albeit briefly. You hope he doesn't notice. Of course he does.
Taking half a hit you realise that it's not a fucking cigarette, it's a blunt. It's not like you'd never tried anything like that but it was certainly not what you were expecting. The heavy, sweet, herb feeling lays on your tongue. Eyes wide you breathe out, coughing slightly much to his amusement.
He holds it out at you so you can take a proper hit. Sucking at the blunt so you can take it all in, your lips brush against his calloused hands, adorned with rings.
Breathing out, you gaze at him. His smile splits his face wide open, thick tongue rolling to a point, licking across his upper lip in a teasing manner. You cannot help but focus on the tongue stud pierced right through the middle of the muscle, a long stainless steel bar penetrating his whole tongue. You had certainly never noticed it before. It's presence made you wet, sticking between your thighs at the sheer thought of what he could do with it.
"Something on your mind pretty girl?" A cocky side grin plastered across his handsome features.
Shit, I was totally staring.
Blushing, you look away and try to change the subject.
"You know, you should really warn a girl before she takes a hit of a blunt."
He laughs deep in his throat. "I thought you knew! So, why was today so terrible?"
"Just customers thinking that I'm nice to them because I want them, not because it's literally my fuckin' job. Couple dudes tried to hit on me, one of them grabbed my ass." You sigh into the night air.
"Shit, I hope you taught him a lesson."
"Of course, hit him on the head with my tray."
He laughs out loud at that, throwing his head back. You gawp at his neck, sexy stubble running down past his Adam's apple. Turning his head towards you, he flashes his teeth.
"Didn't know you had it in you. Good girl."
Holy shit.
Your whole lower body clenches at his words of praise as you take in a shaky breath. The apples of your cheeks are on fire. Mr Munson gives you a knowing look, eyes glittering darkly.
You stand up on slightly unsure legs.
"Okay I'm- I'm gonna have a shower. See you around Mr Munson."
You fumble for your keys. Turning to your door you hear a gravelly voice behind you.
"Eddie. Call me Eddie."
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A few nights later and your surrounded by the rough brick interior of the bar, busy wiping down sticky tables. There's only half an hour until closing; half an hour and you can go home and rest. It's pretty empty tonight, just three regulars dotted around in the semi dark, nursing their drinks.
You haven't been able to get your latest encounter with Mr Munson, sorry, Eddie, off your mind. You liked to think you were a strong independent woman. You were 22 after all; having had to live on your own since you were 18, life hadn't exactly been kind. You had to be strong to survive. So why exactly was it that a few moments with Eddie had turned you into a blushing, giggling school girl? He had disarmed you with a few words and a rough grin and now you couldn't stop thinking of him. All he had done was call you a good girl and you turned into one. A simpering mess.
Doing a final sweep for glasses, you make your way back behind the bar just as the door opens and a brisk breeze blows in.
Oh fuck its him.
You see his broad frame silhouetted in the doorway for a moment, leather jacket hanging open. His wild mane is in a low messy bun for once, tendrils of loose hair moving in the wind. He stalks over to you and you feel your breath hitch in your throat. Dark eyes finding yours, he leans against the bar on one elbow, towering over you.
Plastering your customer service mask across your face; social armour to hide the nerves, you smile at him.
"Well good evening sir, what can I get ya?"
He grins at you devilishly, biting his lip, like he wants to devour you whole.
"What did I tell you? Call me Eddie."
"Sorry Eddie."
"Good girl. I'll have a bourbon, please."
Only just realising your mouth is hanging open, you slam it shut, cheeks burning. He looks at you smugly, like he's just proven a theory. Your body goes on autopilot, grabbing a glass, adding ice, measuring bourbon.
When you hand his drink over he slides over a twenty dollar bill.
"Keep the change."
You blink at him. "I couldn't, it's too much-"
"Then have a drink on me. I just finished a piece and got paid today. I'm celebrating."
You wouldn't usually, but you're on your own and it's nearly closing. Fuck it.
You pour yourself a bourbon, adding a dash of soda water to yours and take a sip. Eddie beams at you.
"Well thank you." You smile back at him, losing yourself in those dark brown eyes of his, watching the way the skin crinkles at the corners when he grins.
He sticks the ball of his tongue piercing out, rolling it between his lips as he stares at you. It seems like a subconscious movement, you're not sure he's aware that he's doing it.
"Why do you have that?" You blurt out, word vomit pouring off your tongue.
"Have what, pretty girl?" You're staring at his mouth, and he understands, sticking his tongue out at you.
"Thith?" He lisps at you, still poking his tongue out. Giggling, you nod.
His hand drops to the bar, thumb reaching out, stroking back and forth over the knuckles on the back of your hand. An involuntary shiver creeps down your spine at the touch of his rough skin.
"Oh, sweet thing. I think you know exactly what it's for."
His eyes are deep pools, inviting you in. Your thighs clench at his words, biting your lip.
"Oh."
He smirks at you, humming. You pull your hand away, looking at the time.
"Er, just a sec."
You move away slightly and shout out last call. Two of the patrons leave; the other walks over to the bar, slight stagger to his step. Serving him a final Scotch, he pounds it back and walks outside.
It's just you and Eddie. All alone.
"I've got to, um, finish closing up."
"I'll give you a ride if you'll have another drink with me."
You open your mouth. Then close it.
He pouts at you, looking at you with big doe eyes. "Please?"
Well fuck.
"Okay, just let me finish up."
You collect the rest of the glasses, wipe down the last of the sides and sort the nights takings, getting it all in the small safe in the back room.
After locking the front door you return, hang your bar apron up and pour the drinks. Eddie gestures for you to join him on the bar stool next to his. You perch on it lightly; he reaches for his wallet but you wave it away.
"No, I've already done the takings, this ones on me. For the ride, you know."
He shrugs, returning the wallet to his back pocket.
"So" you say, taking a sip of your drink, "you said you finished a piece. You're a tattoo artist, right?"
"Yep, that's right."
"Thought so, I heard a rumour."
"Rumour, eh? What else you heard?" Eyes glittering, he took a mouthful of bourbon.
You giggle "Hmm, well, I heard you were some Satanic cult leader in high school-"
He waved that off, "oh that's so old. If playing D&D is satanic then I'm the devil himself." He sticks his tongue out again, creating little horns with his fingers on his forehead.
You laugh at that, starting to finally feel at ease in his company. The bourbon helped.
"Someone said you sacrificed a goat in the woods once."
He nearly spits his drink at that one. "Now that's more like it, even I've not heard that one. Got any more?"
You blush, realising you've only heard one more.
"I heard you had... other piercings." You mumble, not wanting to say it too loud despite the lack of company.
"What other piercings?" He eyes never leave yours as he finishes his drink.
You're sure it's not normal to have so much blood in your cheeks. You can hear the blood swooshing in your ears. Finishing your own drink for courage, you gaze down at your hands in your lap.
"I heard you have a pierced..."
"Dick?" He ducks his head, trying to catch your eye again, cheeky smile on his face.
"Yeah." Your whole body feels hot and small under his gaze.
He just smirks at you and shrugs.
Is that a no? A yes? Now I'm dying to know!
He winks at your obvious frustration and says "come on I'll take you home."
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The ride home in Eddie's Mustang is uneventful. A little small talk is shared, but mostly you're staring out the window, trying to catch glimpses of him when he wasn't looking, eyes wandering to his crotch.
Pretty soon he was dropping you off at your front door, hand leaning on the door frame, crowding into your personal space. Just breathing the same air as him felt suffocating in the best way.
"Well, goodnight then sweet thing." He winks at you, glancing at your lips. For a split second you think he's going to kiss you, but he breaks away and turns to leave.
"Do you wanna come in?" Shit did I just say that out loud?
"You sure?"
You nod and he throws you a wolfish grin. You've never felt so much like a lamb in your entire life. You may as well baa at this point.
You lead him into your tiny apartment, gesturing for him to take a seat on the couch, turning on a couple of dim lamps as you go. He flops down, manspreading, large hand resting on his knee.
"You want another drink? I've got bourbon but no ice I'm afraid."
"Sure thing sweets." He responds whilst slipping his jacket off, placing it on a nearby chair.
"You mind if I smoke? Just a cigarette, promise."
You smile at the reference, "sure, there's an ashtray just there."
He pulls out a pre rolled smoke, lighting it and taking a few drags.
When you've poured the drinks you make your way to the other side of the couch, placing the glasses on the coffee table. He offers his cigarette to you. As you nod, he shifts closer, holding it to your lips. You take a couple of drags, relishing the feel of his fingers on your mouth. Every time your skin touches his it sends a flutter through your nerves.
You watch him take a sip of his drink, seeing him press that perfect bottom lip to the glass. He drinks and puts the glass down. Not even looking your way, he says "something you wanna share, pretty girl?"
"Do you? Is it?" You say doltishly. Well done, real eloquent.
"You really wanna know, huh?"
"Yes!" You say loudly, bourbon well and truly in the drivers seat for that one.
He laughs and looks at you dead in the eye, another chance to make you squirm.
"Yes."
Gaping at him for a few seconds, your brain and mouth finally connect.
"Do you- did it hurt? What's it look like? What kinda-"
Stopping you mid babble with a wave of his hand, he simply asks, "you wanna see it?"
Brain short circuiting, you merely stare at him dumbfounded. You nod, curiosity well and truly getting the best of you.
He stands up and undoes his belt, sound echoing through the apartment. Your gaze is fixated on his large hands as they deftly unbutton his jeans. A glimpse of a tattoo teases you on his lower abdomen. His happy trail is peeking out, leading to the large thatch of hair that snakes down to his manhood. You swallow hard.
He slowly pulls his boxers down and you scoot closer to have a look. It emerges from the fabric, to your surprise half hard.
You gape at it. You've seen dicks before. A handful. And they are just that, a handful. This is more than a handful. You think you'd struggle to get your hand around his. The girth of it was truly intimidating. It certainly looked long too, and that was at half mast.
The end of it was pink and rounded, and the piercing went through the slit at the top, down to the underside of the tip. The piercing was thicker than you imagined, a curved bar with thick steel balls on either end. You never thought you would be into this sort of thing, but just looking at it made you think about what it felt like. What it tasted like. You wet your lips and continue to stare.
On instinct, your hand reaches out. You only notice when it meets the roughness of his jeans, touching ever so closely to his exposed member.
You look up at Eddie's face. He's looking right back at you sinfully.
"Did it hurt?"
"Not as much as you'd think. Ached like a bitch the first time I got a boner though."
You giggle, staring at it again.
"Can I touch it?" What the hell. It just slipped out, unbidden. You see his dick twitch at the thought.
Eddie chuckles darkly. "Did you seriously just ask if you-"
"Sorry that was dumb of me-"
"Sure you can sweet thing."
Before your mind can even comprehend what's happening, your hand shoots forward with sudden bravery, reaching out to hold it. You inspect the tip, looking at the piercing, feeling his hardness grow under your delicate touch. Inquisitively you rub the jewellery with your thumb, inadvertently smoothing the pad of your thumb over his tip in the process. Eddie hisses through his teeth.
"I'm sorry, did that hurt?"
"No," Eddie manages through gritted teeth, "just felt really fuckin' good."
Oh.
You back off, moving your hands from his piercing and placing them in your lap. He tucks himself away again, doing up his jeans, subconsciously palming his length.
"Well? What do you think?" He sits on the couch next to you, denim clad knee touching yours.
"It's really big Eddie."
He laughs, throwing his arm over the back of the sofa.
"You talkin' about the piercing or my dick?"
"Both." You couldn't help it. It had to be said. It was true. You knock your drink back, feeling entirely too sober for this conversation.
Eddie's mouth splits into a lazy smug smile. Finishing his own drink, he turns to you, eyes roaming over your body.
"So, do I get a turn now sweet thing?"
You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "At what?"
Well, you got to touch me. Can I touch you?"
Your eyes widen at his brazen attitude, but you'd be lying if you said this wasn't the reason you had invited him in in the first place. The very air around you feels heavy, hot with anticipation.
"Ok."
You stand up shakily, mirroring his movements from earlier, unsure hands unbuttoning your jeans. Eddie's eyes travel down to your core, predatory gaze shamelessly wandering over you. Your jeans are a little big, slipping straight to your ankles when they're undone. You kick them off and away. Standing there in your tank top and tiny white panties you've never felt so exposed in your life.
Eddie stands up for a second looking down at you, eyes shining with mischief. He winks, and drops to his knees between the couch and the coffee table, grabbing your hips and pulling you to face him.
Sizeable hands hovering over the hem of your underwear, he looks up at you. "Can I? Can I take these off?"
You nod, cheeks flaring with heat.
Eddie licks his lips, eyes never leaving your cunt. "I'm gonna need you to say it, sweet thing."
"Y-yes Eddie." You manage to stumble out.
"Atta girl."
He peels them off. They stick for a moment between your thighs, slick and heat pouring from your core. The tops of your thighs are already damp with expectancy. Your muscles clench, pressing together with angst. Eddie pries your thighs apart slightly, thumbs massaging calming circles into the flesh.
Eddie presses a kiss to your mound, stubble scratching the delicate skin ever so slightly.
"Eddie what are you doing?"
"You said I can touch you."
"Yeah, so why-"
Eddie's tongue pushes between your folds firmly, tongue bar flicking right over your clit.
The noise you make is nearly inhuman, breath knocked out of your lungs in shock. Your legs buckle at the knees, ass falling to the carpet. He takes the opportunity to wedge his head between your legs, your thighs pushed as wide as far as the narrow space allowed, stuck between the sofa and the table.
His stubble is burning the insides of your thighs, roughly rubbing against your soft skin. Eddie licks into you, pushing his tongue inside your hole. You feel the warm wetness of his thick tongue and the foreign bump of hard steel forcing shockwaves of pleasure into you. The moan he rips from you reverberates in your chest, full of want.
Eddie groans into you, tongue making it's way to your clit, running in dizzying circles. The feeling is almost too much as you buck up into him, writhing your back on the carpet.
"Oh my God, Eddie!"
You can practically feel him smirking against your dripping pussy, getting his large hands underneath your ass so he can push his face into you even further. His tongue is everywhere, eating you out messily, hungry for you. The occasional rub of steel sends your senses into overload, hips rutting shamelessly into his face.
He moves one hand from underneath you and pushes two fingers deep onto your cunt. You're on the verge of screaming, tears gathering in your eyes, overwhelmed with pleasure. The pressure of your desire collects in the pit of your stomach.
His fingers make you feel so full, reaching somewhere you've never been able to touch on your own. The rough sure movements of his hand so close to sending you over the edge, pussy grateful to have something to clench around.
"Eddie! Holy fuck." You cry out, an unsolicited tear spilling from your eye.
Eddie's mouth unlatches from your heat briefly.
"You gonna come, pretty girl? Come on, soak my face, that's my girl." And he's diving straight back in, tongue movements unmatched, strong fingers fucking into you. Desperate, filthy noises pour from your throat at the sudden onslaught.
Tensing up, you feel the unimaginable tight hot ball of desire suddenly drop. The feeling ignites through you like wildfire, coalescing into a burning, broken scream of his name.
Once you've chased your release as far as it could possibly take you, your back finally touches the floor again. Eddie moves away from you, sitting up, gazing at your fucked out form. Panting, flushing, sweating, you manage to look at him.
Eddie looks wild, feral, hair a mess, face covered and dripping with your slick. You can even see a wet shiny patch on his forehead. You giggle, dopey in your post orgasm haze.
"What? Have I got something on my face?" Eddie stares at you unblinking. You laugh loudly at that, pointing to where it was on his forehead. He laughs back and pulls his t shirt off, wiping his sticky face all over it before tossing it onto the sofa.
Your eyes go wide at the sight of him shirtless. Taunt, muscular frame, dark patch of hair covering his chest, matching the rough hair of his happy trail. He is littered with tattoos, some dark and bold, others lighter and faded. There's small patches of alabaster skin here and there. He's glistening, clearly having worked up a slight sweat just from the force of which he'd eaten you out. Muscles shining, catching the dim light.
He catches your lust filled stare and leans over you, caging your head with his strong arms.
"So, you wanna know why I've got the other piercing?" Sinful smirk turning his mouth up at the corners.
You crash your lips into his, throwing your arms around his neck. Desperate hands snake into his hair as you open your mouth to deepen the kiss. Eddie's kisses are messy but skilful, one hand moulding to the back of your head, pushing you towards him almost painfully. The need for each other is tangible, bodies colliding, rolling into one another. He sits up, pulling you along with him by the waist, tongue continuously dipping into your mouth. Finally, you break from the kiss just to breathe. It's like all the air has been sucked from the room and all you can breathe is Eddie.
He's kissing along your jaw line, down your neck; yearning, robust kisses. Heaving breaths are coming from each of you.
"Bedroom?' Eddie manages between heavy panting and pecks.
You gesture to the hall and he wastes no time in standing up, pulling you along with him, eliciting a surprised squeal from you. You wrap your legs around his waist, firm hands holding you steady, as he attempts to navigate your hallway whilst still kissing you.
Nearly tripping on your discarded jeans, he slams your back into the wall. You couldn't care less, tongue invading his mouth, pressing your naked heat against his solid bulge. His groans are so low they're almost growls, bearish and dominant. He takes the opportunity to press your form against the wall so he can pull your tank top over your head, eyes rolling back at your braless chest.
Finally, he carries you through your bedroom door, dropping you onto the bed. Unbuckling his belt and exposing himself to you for the second time today, this time he's taking his clothes off completely, standing in front of you naked in all his glory. Further tattoos cover his hairy legs, you see his thick thighs flexing. He gives you a ravening look; predacious in its delivery, with a smile that belies the lust in his eyes.
Quivering before him, he roughly widens your legs and slots his hips in between. You feel the hard shaft of his dick pressing against your slick folds, whimpering at the contact.
Hovering over you, one of his hands engulfs the side of your face, stroking down to your chin, holding you there. You stare at him open mouthed, consumed by the feeling of him rubbing up and down your wet pussy.
"You sure you want this, sweet thing?"
"Yes, Eddie please." Your voice doesn't sound like you, its smaller, meek. Your eyes plead with him.
Leaning in to you further, his hot breath whispers, deep voice on the shell of your ear. "Are you sure you can take it? Can you be a good girl for me?"
You moan loudly at him, small hands clasping at his biceps in desperation.
"Yes, please Eddie, I'll be so good for you!" You writhe underneath him.
He chuckles, biting his lip. "I knew you were into that. You got a condom?"
"No I'm on the pill, I need you, please."
"Holy shit." Eddie wastes no more time, rubbing his cock up against your entrance, strange feeling of the piercing hard against your slippery cunt.
He starts to push into you and your mouth falls open, no sound coming out. You grip his shoulders hard, trying so hard to take him. The stretch is intense. He's looking at you with concern, softer than he's ever looked at you.
"You gotta relax, my good girl, or its gonna hurt."
You nod, pupils blown, trying so hard not to clench around him. He bottoms out, the final push making you whimper.
Stroking your face, he gives you a moment to adjust.
"So fuckin' beautiful like this."
Your cheeks burn at the praise, lips enveloping his in a soft kiss.
He moves, pulling out almost all the way before pushing back in. Your eyes roll back at the feeling, a loud whine escaping from your lips. The burning feeling has been replaced with pure ecstasy. You're sure you can feel the steel of the piercing hitting that spot inside you.
Thrusting into you slowly a couple of times, you already feel pressure in your stomach, knots tied tight and begging to be released. The sensation tightens further, shoots of it flying down your legs and up your spine. You clench around him hard, moaning.
"Fuck Eddie I'm gonna cum, fuck." You pant out, eyes wide.
"Already? Shit you're gonna give me an ego."
"You already- oh God, fuck- you already have one."
He laughs loud and thrusts into you harder. Instantly you release, the ropes holding your stomach snapping. You come with a high pitched squeal of his name. You hear your wetness before you can feel it, a squelching noise resonating with each drive into your sopping cunt.
"Oh fuck, sweet thing, you squirted. Soaked me. You're- perfect" he groans. You keen at the praise.
Getting on his knees he pulls you bodily into him, slamming into you harder, hands digging at the flesh of your hips. You've never felt so full in your life, his cock piercing nudging your g spot with each thrust.
Eddie's grunting with effort, hair completely loose now, wild around his shoulders. Your fingernails bite into his flexing muscles leaving crescent moons in their wake.
"Shit, sweet thing, oh fuck."
Eddie pushes himself forcefully back on top of you, folding you in half, knees pressed against your stomach.
"Oh Eddie!" It's just so overwhelming. You're full to the brim with him, satisfaction coating your insides, eyelids coated with emotion. Tears spring out the corners of your eyes, running down your temples. You're trembling, inundated with emotion and sensation.
"Hey, hey, you ok?" He slows.
"Yes fuck please Eddie don't fucking stop!"
Grinning wickedly he thrusts into you without restraint, slamming his hip bones into the flesh of your thighs, cock breaching you like nothing ever before.
Clamping down around him, your third orgasm is an ocean; wave after wave of sinful pleasure washing over the very fabric of your being, stripping you back to your bare components and leaving you breathless, sweating, and as exposed as a raw nerve. You babble, and cry, and whine his name, eyes tight shut, utterly taken by the moment.
Eddie's plunges into you start to falter. Feeling him twitching, becoming impossibly harder inside you he comes, spilling his seed deep into your cunt. The warm, rushing feeling just expands the length of your own release, waves finally ebbing and retreating.
Eddie pulls out from you, leaving you feeling emptier than ever before. He lies on his side next to you, thumb approaching to rub a stray tear from your cheek. You're both perspiring; glowing forms gasping for air.
Finally catching some semblance of breath, he strokes your cheek again, wide grin dissipating on his face.
"You ok pretty girl?"
"Yeah you could say that." You huffed a laugh, still trying to focus on how he'd made you feel.
"But you cried?" Its a question, but he looks concerned, hands attempting to comfort you.
"It was just, so much. Too good, you know." Taking in his smirk you say "don't you let that go to your head!"
"Bit fuckin' late for that" he laughs. "C'mere."
He gathers you up in his strong arms, holding you close, and kisses you on the forehead. The affection honestly takes you by surprise, expecting him to have bolted by this point, having got what he wanted.
"Can I level with you?"
Oh shit here we go.
"I've wanted to do that since you moved in." He grins at you.
"Oh, really?" You look up at him, surprised that he'd been feeling the same as you. "Well, same. You're really hot."
He laughs and strokes your back.
"You working tomorrow?"
"No, why? Are you?"
"No. I wanna take you out somewhere, if you want." He almost looks embarrassed. Almost.
"Are you asking me out on a date Mr Munson?" You smirk at him in disbelief.
"I mean, yeah, if you wanna. Unless you just wanted this to be a one time thing, I get it, I can just leave." There's a quaver to his voice. A weakness your not used to hearing.
You stare up at him. Cocky, confident Eddie Munson, was about as unsure as you were. You giggle.
"I'd love to go on a date with you." Smiling, you attempt to hide it into his inked chest.
"So, wanna take a shower?"
"Well" you say, leaning up on your elbow, "we could. Or..."
"Or what, sweet thing?" He rubs your arm, furrowing his brow.
"Or, we could do that again."
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-Young Dad!Eddie who has lost his high-school sweetheart to childbirth, and is now left all alone with his newborn baby girl.
-Young Dad!Eddie who's trying so desperately to ignore his grief that he barely even lets himself sleep for the first several weeks of his daughter's life.
-Young Dad!Eddie who struggles to accept help from Wayne or Robin and Steve...anyone really...because he's trying so hard to do right by the love he's lost.
-Young Dad!Eddie that's determined to prove to himself that he's going to be able to take care of this angel that he's been left with.
-Young Dad!Eddie that owes everything to Wayne, who takes care of his little love all day long so that Eddie can work double, or even triple shifts to make ends meet.
-Young Dad!Eddie that lives to hold his baby girl. Who sits in bed alone with his newborn and giggles to himself as she clumsily tries to nurse the tip of his nose or the apple of his cheek.
-Young Dad!Eddie who carries a snapshot of his daughter's sweet, drooly, toothless grin in his wallet...right along side a well-loved, dog-earred one of her mom.
-Young Dad!Eddie that's so lonely, but can't stomach the idea of trying to meet someone new, despite his loved ones' encouragement
-Young Dad!Eddie who has a deeply buried streak of separation anxiety.
-Young Dad!Eddie who sometimes talks to the photo of his daughter's mother that sits on his beside table...mumbling to her about their baby girl as he drifts off at night.
-Young!Dad Eddie that feels his loneliness so deep in his stomach...like a painful knot.
-Young Dad!Eddie who can feel his body physically relax when he's finally able to scoop up his girl and kiss her chubby little cheeks at the end of his day.
-Young Dad!Eddie that sings little songs and blows raspberries against his baby's bare tummy to hear her squeal and giggle so loudly.
-Young Dad!Eddie that holds his daughter's tiny foot up to his ear. Hello? Oh, it's for you, ma'am.
-Young Dad!Eddie who lets his angel yank his curls to her little heart's content
-Young Dad!Eddie who will often fall asleep with his daughter resting against his bare chest (even though he's technically not supposed to) because he needs her with him.
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I want to make this a fic so bad. What do you guys think?
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There was a new library in town and honestly, Eddie didn't even notice. "Damn boy you need to open your eyes" Wayne laughs as the two of the walk into the big double doors.
Eddie loses Wayne quickly, the two men seperate and goes on the complete opposite ends of the library. "damn..." Eddie mutters to himself as he explores the aisles of the fantasy section. He's never seen so many different books before. One book specifically catches his eye and as he goes to reach for it so does a much more smaller hand. His eyes moves to his right and he freezes. He has never seen such a pretty girl before.
"Oh! I'm so sorry I didn't realize you were going for the book too! You should get it, I've already read it like a million times" You exclaim and quickly move your hand away from his. You start to walk away making Eddie finally snap out of his trance. He goes to call out for you but you move to quickly making him lose sight of you. He sighs feeling defeated and turns around to continue looking through the books. He sees the book he was previous thinking about getting and grabs it, if it's something you've read so many times maybe it'll be good. His eyes fall to the floor where you were standing and a smile grows on his face when he sees that you dropped a notebook. He picks it up and examines the cover before opening to the front page and his smile grows even wider when he is greeted with your name.
Perfect. Now he can find this mystery girl that somehow already had his heart swooning.
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promises, promises (2)
Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Summary: Your boyfriend, Eddie Munson, accuses you of cheating on him due to your strange behavior. If only you could tell him you were hunting interdimensional monsters instead.
Word Count: 5.7k+
Warnings: language, drugs and alcohol mentioned, SMUT (18+, minors dni i’m serious), unprotected sex, oral (fem), p in v sex, fingering
Author’s Note: Here’s this monster of a part two! Again, thank you so much for all the love on the story so far. Please let me know what you think and please comment/reblog/send asks on content you read!
You wake up to the harsh sound of your doorbell ringing the next morning. Your parents must not be home to answer the door. You groan loudly and kick your comforter off your legs.
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” you shouted as you ran downstairs. You unlock the front door quickly and tear it open. You glare at the two teens standing at your doorstep. “What the hell guys?! Why are you ringing my doorbell like a maniac on a Saturday morning?”
Dustin and Max push past you and enter the foyer of your home. Both their eyes are wide with concern and Dustin begins to pace the length of the hallway. “Did you go see Eddie last night after dinner?” he asked, picking at his nails.
You shake your head. “No, why?”
The two teens share a tense look before Dustin walks further into your home. He squats down in front of the TV and turns it on. He flicks through the channels before it settles on Channel 9 News. The voice of Beverley Moss fills the family room. You watch with rapt intensity, your gaze focused on the background of the screen.
You notice Eddie’s trailer behind the reporter. You’ve been there more times than you could count. If you and Eddie weren’t going on dates or driving around in his van, you were at the trailer. Police move in and out of his home and sirens flash off screen.
Blood rushes to your head as you listen and watch the screen. A student was found dead in Eddie’s trailer. No other details are being released at this time. You feel like puking. Eddie would never hurt anyone. He talks a big game in order to keep from getting hurt. It was why he wore Eddie “The Freak” Munson as a badge of honor, but you know him.
You know Eddie better than he knows himself. You know that his dad leaving and mom dying scarred him in ways you don’t understand. You know that despite the amazing relationship he has with his uncle, he fears Wayne will leave too. He’s insecure and hides behind his long, unruly hair and heavy metal music.
It’s why, upon further reflection, that you’re not surprised Eddie thought you were cheating on him. When you first started dating last summer it took a lot for Eddie to open up to you. You just graduated and were nannying full-time when you ran into Eddie at the local bookstore. He caught you browsing the Dungeons and Dragons display.
“I didn’t know the star soccer player of Hawkins High enjoyed the Devil’s Game,” he smirked, standing alongside you. You nearly jumped out of your skin and knocked a number of boxes over as a result.
You turned and glared at Eddie, clutching your chest. “Jesus Christ, Eddie!” you hissed. “You scared me. You can’t just come up to people like that! What if I hit you?”
He grinned, squatting down and helping you pick up the boxes you knocked over. “Sorry,” he laughed, fixing the boxes on the display before turning to you. “I saw you staring at the display for the last five minutes and came over to help. You look lost and as the Dungeon Master of Hellfire Club, it’s my duty and solum oath to guide those new on their D&D journeys.”
You laughed softly and tugged a loose strand of hair that had fallen out of your ponytail behind your ear. “I regret to inform you that I’m not looking for me. The girl I nanny is obsessed and her birthday is coming up. She’s been asking for more supplemental materials and I don’t know what I’m supposed to get,” you sighed, staring at the large display. “I should’ve brought her brother with me, but he can’t keep secrets.”
Eddie clapped his hands together before pointing out everything you should buy. In the end, you bought a set of new character sheets, dice, and an updated handbook on all the rules and procedures as of June 1985. You thanked him profusely as he walked with you to your car.
You always thought Eddie was attractive. Robin and Steve teased you for it, but they never made fun of you. You enjoyed his loud, theatrical rants during lunch period even if his rants targeted any of the groups you belonged to while you were in high school. Now, all of that was behind you. Your social reputation won’t suffer if you’re kind to Eddie Munson on a random Friday in a local parking lot.
“You’re not what I thought you’d be, Munson,” you teased lightly, leaning against the hood of your car. A bright smile and soft laugh cover your face.
Eddie gasps playfully and hides behind his hair. “What? Mean and scary?” he teased as you nodded in replied. “Who me? Never! I honestly didn’t think you knew who I was,” he said, twirling a strand of his hair between his ring-clad fingers.
“Eddie, c’mon,” you laughed shaking your head at him. “Just because we were in different social circles in high school doesn’t mean I didn’t know who you were. We’ve had several classes together since I was in 7th grade. We were paired together for Ms. Braun’s theater and arts project, remember?”
“How could I forget?! We aced it because of you!”
You rolled your eyes then and shake your head again. A beat of silence falls between the two of you and Eddie rocks back on his shoes. “Even though you were a jock, you were always nice to me, even when I probably didn’t deserve it. I thank you for that,” he murmured quietly with tinted cheeks. You grinned at his sudden shyness.
“Everyone deserves kindness, Eddie,” you replied with equal softness, “even the self-proclaimed freak of Hawkins High.”
You saw Eddie several times after that and always made sure to say hi. It wasn’t until after Starcourt that Eddie built up enough courage to ask you out on a date which you happily (and eagerly) accepted. You had to remind him that none of what happened in high school (while you were there) mattered to you anymore. Over time, Eddie was able to accept your warmth and affections without doubt pressing into his mind.
Eddie’s soft and gentle. Eddie is the epitome of warmth. He’s a perfect summer day: a light breeze with the bright sun shining down with no clouds in the sky. He always asks before he kisses you and takes every excuse to hold your hand. Eddie is the perfect gentleman. He would never hurt anyone. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. You felt like fainting.
Dustin and Max grab you by the arms and carefully set you down on the sofa as you stare mindlessly at the TV. “I don’t…. I don’t understand,” you whispered. “What’s going on? Why is there a dead body in Eddie’s trailer? They don’t think Eddie has anything to do with this, right? He would never hurt anyone.”
Max mutters your name and you tear your eyes away from the screen to look at her. Tears threaten to spill over your cheeks and she gingerly takes your hand and squeezes it. “I saw Chrissy Cunningham walk into Eddie’s trailer last night,” she said.
Your heart squeezes tightly at the mention of a prettier, more popular girl entering Eddie’s home. Did not saying anything in the first place solidify your relationship status? Did Eddie think you broke up with him so he was free to fuck whomever now? It made you sick just thinking about it.
If he did, he wasn’t the one to blame. You were. Eddie hadn’t technically cheated on you, if that were if fact the case. Your relationship was never complicated until a week ago, and now you might’ve messed up the best thing to happen to you.
“Have you told the cops?” you asked, pushing past the inner turmoil you feel.
“No.”
“Why?”
Max sighs and plays with her fingers. “After I saw them go into the trailer… something else happened. The TV went out and the lights flashed like crazy. At first, I thought it was nothing because it happens all the time, but then I saw Eddie’s face as he left. He was scared… really scared because… because…”
“Because something else killed her?” you finished quietly and she nods.
“Which is impossible, right?”
Your eyes meet Dustin’s and suddenly all the sleuthing and research and hiding out you’ve done over the last month starts to come to fruition. Your gut hadn’t been wrong. Something was happening in Hawkins, but you were too early. You had nothing to go on except the one lone nightmare you had. Now someone was dead. You should’ve done more, maybe if you had Chrissy wouldn’t be dead.
“I don’t know. The only person who knows what happened is Eddie. We have to find him before the police do. They’ll probably want to question me, so we have to hurry. Let me go get dressed and we can go,” you said, standing up from your spot on the couch.
You run upstairs and get dressed quickly. You dress in a pair of dark washed jeans, a loose, lilac t-shirt, and a blue windbreaker. Pulling your duffle bag out of your closet, you stuff one of the t-shirts Eddie gave you into the bag. You throw an extra toothbrush and travel sized toothpaste, deodorant, and shampoo in as well. You dig the nail bat out from the back of your closet and the walkie talkie that sat a top your dresser.
Hurrying downstairs, you run into the kitchen and drop both the bag and the bat at the front door. You pull the box of Cheez-It’s from the shelf along with the box of Cheerios. You grab a handful of granola bars and water bottles before throwing them in a plastic bag.
“What are you doing?” Dustin asked from the kitchen counter.
“Gathering food for Eddie. He’s probably starving,” you said, swinging your bag over your shoulder and holding the bat by the stem. “Let’s go.”
Grabbing your keys and wallet from the table, you follow Dustin and Max out the front door. Locking it behind you, you jog to your car. Opening the trunk, you toss your duffle bag inside before climbing into the driver’s seat.
“Do you have any idea where Eddie might be?” Dustin asked as you drove down the street towards Family Video.
Your fingers tighten around the steering wheel. “No. He has to be somewhere no one knows about since the cops haven’t found him yet. We’re going to have to call all his friends to see if they have any idea where he might be.”
“Then why are we at Family Video?” Max asked as you parked the car.
“The store has more than one phone,” you answered exiting the car. You walk into the store and stand in front of the counter. You find Robin and Steve organizing VCR tapes. Dustin hurries in after you and jumps over the counter. Both your friends yell at the young teen.
“Listen, we need to use your phones to call all of Eddie’s friends,” Dustin said, typing away at the computer.
“Your new best friend, Eddie?” Steve asked petulantly, standing over his shoulder.
“What, is calling all of Eddie’s friends an emergency?” Robin bit back, fixing the pile of movies Dustin knocked over.
“Yes,” you answered for him.
Steve sighed your name and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re the last person I would expect to entertain Dustin’s ridiculous ideas. If it were any other day, it would be fine, but it’s Saturday!”
You sighed in return and fill your friends in with the information Max gave you and let her fill in when appropriate. You tell them how your monster hunting over the last month and a half hadn’t been in vain, you just had barely anything to go off of and now you did. You beg your two best friends to help you find your boyfriend and they both hesitantly agree.
You watch Dustin write down all the phone numbers of Eddie’s friends as Robin walks into the back off to grab the extra phone. You, Max, and Dustin spend the next hour calling his friends. Every person you called led to the same answer: no one knew where Eddie was.
You hung the phone up and groan in frustration. You lean against the counter and watch Max pace the small length of the counter as she talks on the phone before hanging up. “I think I have a lead. He maybe at Reefer Rick’s. The guy I talked to said Eddie goes there because Rick’s his supplier and he crashes there sometimes.”
No wonder you didn’t know where Eddie was. Eddie never told you where he got the drugs that he sold in Hawkins. He was more than happy to smoke with you, but that’s all he shared. He wouldn’t let you get involved even if you wanted to. He mentioned Reefer Rick once, but didn’t share any other details with you.
“Could we find his address if he had an account here?” You asked.
Robin shrugged, “Yeah, probably. We would be guessing which one he is based on the movies he rents.”
It takes five minutes to find the Rick you’re looking for. Rick’s house is just off the shore at Lover’s Lake. It’s the perfect place to hide. You run out of the store and return to your car. Robin locks the store behind her and the kids climb into your car while Robin goes to Steve’s car.
Pulling out of the parking lot, you sped down the street to the edge of town. Turning down Holland Road, you park in front of Rick’s house. The yard is unkept and weeds grow up the porch steps. Running towards the door, you pace along the porch as Dustin frantically rings the door bell and bangs on the door. Your heart beats wildly against your chest as you wait. You play with your fingers and bite the inside of your cheek.
“Hey, guys!” Max shouted from behind you.
You hurry over to her and stare at what she’s looking at. A boatshed stands just before the shoreline. A lone light is on over the shed door. You run down the slight hill and quickly push the door open. “Eddie?” you whispered into the shed as your friends yelled after you.
“Are you crazy?!” Steve hissed, grabbing you by the arm. “What if Eddie’s not here? We don’t know if this Reefer Rick guy is dangerous or not!”
“Oh, relax Steve,” you sighed with an eyeroll.
“Considering we’ve been close to dying about a hundred times, I rather not.”
You watch him grab an oar from the wall and poke at the inside of the boat in the center of the shed. You tiptoe around the rest of the shed, noticing a pile of junk food wrappers and empty beer bottles on a nearby table. Someone had been in the boatshed recently.
You move your flashlight around the rest of the room. Besides the trash on the table, there were no other signs that someone had been inside. You sigh dejectedly. If Eddie wasn’t here, where could he be?
There’s a sudden crash on the other side of the shed and you run around the dock to find Eddie pinning Steve against the wall of the shed with a broken piece of glass held against his neck. The four of you scream and Steve drops the oar.
“Eddie!” you shouted his name, pushing between the kids with your hands raised. “It’s me, honey. Everything’s okay.”
He turns his head at the sound of your voice. Eddie’s brown eyes are dark and wild, like he can’t believe you’re standing there. He blinks twice and the grip he has on the shred of glass tightens. It’s as if he thinks you’re a desert mirage, that you’re not actually standing in front of him. You wonder if Eddie thinks that his mind is playing tricks on him. He’s had a rough 24 hours and the last thing he needs is another bad thing happening to him.
“Baby,” you plea, taking another step towards him, “we’re here to help you, I’m here to help you. Please let Steve go.”
Eddie’s harsh breaths mix with the sound of soft waves hitting against the dock. He murmurs your name like he can’t believe it’s you standing in front of him in this beat up boatshed. He’s in utter disbelief. It’s like you’ve grown two heads with the way he looks at you.
His grip on Steve’s jacket loosens and he drops the shard of glass. You take two long strides to get to him and he nearly collapses in your embrace. His arms wrap protectively around your torso. Eddie sobs into your neck and clings to you. Your fingers gently card through his hair.
You could barely believe that you were hugging in this circumstance. You broke his heart a week ago and now Eddie was holding on to you like a boat to an anchor. Tears pool at the corners of your eyes as you held your broken boyfriend. You’ve only seen him like this one other time, and it was on the anniversary of his mother’s death. It scared you to think about.
“Eddie, it’s okay,” you whispered into his hairline, kissing the side of his head as you held back tears. “You’re okay. We’re here to help you, okay? Tell me what happened, baby.”
Eddie pulls away from the nape of your neck and holds your face in his hands as the two of you slowly fall to the floor. You brush your fingers through his hair and gently tuck it behind his ears before wiping the tears staining his cheeks. He swallows hard and shakes his head.
“You won’t believe me,” he cried.
Your chest physically aches at his reply and a few tears slip past. You hold his face delicately in your hands. “Try me, Eddie, please.”
His warm eyes search yours as he watches you take one of his hands and slips your fingers between his. You squeeze it gently and kiss the back of his hand. He lets out a shaky breath and relents. He tells you everything, his eyes never leaving yours.
Chrissy went to his trailer to buy drugs, and when he returned from his room to give them to her, she was floating in the air. Eddie described how her bones snapped in different directions and how her eyes were a soft white, void of any color. It was as if something was inside Chrissy’s head, pulling her apart from the inside out.
“I didn’t know what to do so I just… I ran away… I left her there,” he sniffed as he explained what happened.
There’s a beat of silence as you digest what happened. In the end, you were right. Something was going on in Hawkins, and Chrissy Cunningham just happened to be the first casualty. You tried to figure out what was going on, but you were too late, or rather, too early. You didn’t want anyone else to die because of the Upside Down, but it wasn’t possible. Chrissy wasn’t the only victim. Eddie was too. It broke your heart that Eddie felt he had to deal with it on his own.
“You must think I’m crazy,” he muttered, pulling away from you and looking out into the lake.
You shake your head vehemently and gently tug on his chin so he’s forced to look at you. “No, Eddie. I don’t think you’re crazy.”
“Don’t bullshit me! I know how this sounds!” he shouted as another wave of tears escape the corners of his eyes.
“We believe you, Eddie,” Robin murmured, taking a step closer to the two of you.
Dustin joins you on the floor and both you and Eddie turn to look at him. His voice is soft and gentle as he spoke. “What I’m about to tell you may be a little difficult to take…” there’s a soft pause before he continues.
Dustin tells Eddie everything about the Upside Down and the monsters that sneak through the dimension and plague Hawkins. He listens intently and doesn’t ask any questions. Eddie squeezes your hand tightly as the group listens. You don’t add anything. You’ll have time to tell the rest to him later.
When Dustin’s finished, Eddie looks to you. “Is this why you’ve been acting so weird lately?” he asked. “Because you’ve been hunting monsters and shit? Not because you’re cheating on me?”
You can’t help but laugh. Out of all the questions you thought he would ask, that wasn’t one of them. You wipe away the last of your tears and nod. “Yeah, this is why I’ve been acting so weird,” you confirmed with a small smile.
Eddie pulls you into his chest for another tight hug. You take a deep breath and breathe him in. He still smelled the same: hints of a warm, deep musk with remnants of the weed he smokes no matter how old it is. His fingers squeeze the fabric of your windbreaker and you feel a soft kiss to the side of your head.
He helps you to your feet and you watch your friends head to the door. Dustin turns around expectantly, waiting for you to join them.
“You should go,” he muttered quietly. “Come back in the morning.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” you said, turning to meet his gaze. “I’m not leaving you. I’ll leave when they come back tomorrow.”
Eddie sighs and wraps his arms around you, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck.
“I have stuff in my trunk for you,” you said after a beat of silence as you watched your friends climb up the small hill to the street. “Can you figure out how to get into the house while I go grab it?”
He nods against your skin and leaves another kiss.
You hurry out of the boatshed and run up to your car. Unlocking it quickly, you open the trunk and grab your duffle bag and nail bat. You lock the car again before running to the back porch of the house where Eddie was waiting with the door unlocked.
Eddie pushes the door open just enough for you to slip inside before following behind you. He’s quick to lock the door as you pull the blinds shut and curtains closed for good measure. Eddie takes your hand and drags you along to the master bedroom.
Eddie turns on the bedside lamp and soft light fills the room. To your surprise, the room is nice and clean. The bed is made and the floor is clear. No one had been in the room for a while.
Dropping your bag to the floor, you open it up and grab the toiletries you packed for Eddie. “Do you want to take a shower and brush your teeth?” you asked as you watched him plop down on the bed.
He nods slowly and you take the toiletries inside the bathroom and turn the light on. Eddie trails behind you and stands in front of the bathroom counter as you hand him the toothbrush and toothpaste you brought for him. Eddie brushes his teeth wordlessly as you set the shampoo and bodywash you brought inside the shower.
“Will you… will you shower with me?” Eddie whispered as you turned on the shower. You turn to look at him and a light pink dusts his cheeks. “I just don’t want to be alone.”
Your heart breaks at his admission. Although Eddie hasn’t seen you naked yet, you’re more than happy to appease him. Eddie needs you. He’s needed you for a while. The emotional distance you caused put a strain on your relationship. You don’t want it to happen again.
“Of course, Eds,” you whispered.
Eddie undresses slowly as you do the same. You tug your windbreaker off and toss it in the corner along with the rest of your clothes. You step into the shower after Eddie and the warm water cascades down your back.
You don’t have it in you to feel shy or embarrassed that Eddie’s seeing you naked for the first time. He needs you and you’re more than happy to oblige.
Eddie’s hands settle on your bare hips. His wet hair covers his face and you gently pull it away from his eyes. The sound of your soft breaths mixes with the water as you stare at each other. Eddie’s fingers trail up your body and brush against the scarred flesh along your arm and shoulder. Despite the warmth the water provides, goosebumps litter your skin at his gentle touch.
“What happened here?” Eddie asked, staring at the raised flesh on your body. It makes you shiver as you reach for the shampoo and squeeze some into your hand. You reach up and gently lather the soap into Eddie’s hair.
“One of the monsters got to me last summer,” you answered with equal softness as you scratched at his scalp. “It was heading towards Steve and I pushed him out of the way. The monster’s teeth tore through my flesh and left me with this.”
“Is this why we haven’t had sex yet? Were you scared that I would judge you for something out of your control?”
Your silence is deafening and Eddie frowns. He reaches to hold your face in his hands while yours rest against his chest. Tears pool at the corners of your eyes and you let out a soft sigh. “It’s not that I was scared you would judge me because of the scars. I was scared you would look at me differently. They’re ugly and—”
“Hey, don’t say that,” he chastised quietly, tugging your chin up so you’re forced to look at him. “They’re not ugly. They’re a part of you and I love you, every piece of you.”
Your heart jumps inside your throat. Eddie loves you. Eddie loves you. The man you love loves you back, even after everything you put him through. You’re going to burst and your eyes search his. Eddie’s eyes widen at his admission and he starts to stutter an apology when you gently press a finger to his lips.
“I love you too, Eddie,” you whispered. “I’ve been dying to tell you for a while now.”
Eddie grins and the warmth in his eyes returns. His nose brushes against yours. “Can I kiss you?”
You nod eagerly and Eddie presses his mouth to yours. You smile into the kiss and his lips kiss your teeth. The warm water fills the space between you and Eddie carefully presses you into the shower wall. Your fingers thread through his hair and a breathy sigh escapes your throat as Eddie kissed along the column of your throat down to your shoulder where the scarring began. He kissed and nibbled his way across your skin as you sighed again and again.
Your fingers squeeze his chest as his hands trailed down your torso and settled on your ass.
“Eddie,” you murmured. He pulls away and stares at you. His lips are flushed and his face is a warm pink from kissing you. You gently hold his face in your hands and brush his wet hair out of his face. “I want to apologize. I’m sorry for being distant and not telling you the truth. I never want to make you feel like that again. I love you and I hope you can forgive me.”
Eddie grins and presses another kiss to your mouth. “Of course, I forgive you, sweetheart. Now I understand why. We’re okay, I promise. Can I go back to kissing you?”
Your laugh echoes in the shower and you grin. “I was thinking we could move this to the bedroom?”
Eddie’s eyes widen and his face grows an even deeper shade of pink. “Are you… are you sure? We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I don’t want to pressure you into doing anything if you’re not ready.”
“I’m sure, Eddie. I trust you. I’ll tell you if I want you to stop, okay?”
Eddie nods eagerly and turns off the shower. He steps out and takes you by the hand. Eddie reaches for a towel and is quick to dry himself off before handing it off to you. It makes you laugh with how eager he is.
When you’re done drying off, Eddie drags you into the bedroom. You climb to the top of the bed and Eddie’s quick to join you. He grins and kisses you hard into the mattress. His bare chest rubs up against yours and a soft moan leaves your throat. Eddie groans into your mouth.
“So pretty, baby,” he uttered into your mouth. It makes you tingle with want and desire. Eddie pulls away and drags his mouth down your body. His fingers play with your nipples before his mouth wraps around your left breast. He nips and sucks and it makes you dizzy. “I could do this all night. Your tits are perfect.”
You moan again and grab at his damp curls. Eddie laughs against your skin as he slides further and further down your body. Your breath quickens and your heart beats wildly against your chest at the feeling of Eddie’s hands between your thighs. His fingers run along the length of your thighs to your knees and back up again.
“Eddie,” you sighed blissfully, “please.”
He chuckles into your skin and kisses the inside of your thigh before teasing his fingers around your folds. Your hips jerk up and Eddie kisses your knee. He pressed his thumb against your clit, gathering your slick between his fingers. “Is this what you wanted, baby?” he smirked, slipping a finger inside you.
“More, I need more,” you begged.
Eddie gently places your legs over his shoulders and your knees squeeze his head. Eddie laughs again and pulls your thighs apart. “You’re soaked and I’ve barely touched you,” he murmured, sinking his tongue between your folds.
A scream rips past your throat as Eddie laps at your center. His ring clad fingers dig into your hips and pin you to the bed. Your fingers card through his hair and tug harshly. His nose brushes against your clit and you squeeze your eyes shut. He laps greedily at your center, kissing and sucking every inch his mouth could reach. It sends jolts of pleasure through your entire body.
Eddie slips a finger inside of you, the cool metal of his rings brush against your folds as he fingers you. You cry out and tighten your grip in his hair again. Your body is on fire. White, hot pleasure runs through you as the coil in your stomach grows tighter and tighter.
“Eddie, I’m—” you cried desperately, bucking your hips to meet his mouth and the strokes of his fingers.
“I got you, baby,” he muttered into your skin, “let go.”
You cum with a cry of his name as he coaxes you through your orgasm. Your legs shake as you come down from your high. You pant hard as Eddie laps up your juices before pulling away and climbing up to kiss you. You hold the side of his face as you taste yourself on his tongue. His mouth slips inside yours and swallows your moans.
“Think you can go again?” he whispered into your mouth before biting your neck. His teeth are gentle as he leaves a warm hickie in his wake.
You nod. “Yeah, yeah, I can. I can go again,” you answered quietly.
Eddie grins against your hot skin before kneeling back on his legs. Your fingers brush against the tattoo against his chest and the necklace hanging from his neck. Eddie pulls your hips closer and carefully takes himself in his hand and lines up at your entrance.
He pushes in slowly and it has you gasping and squeezing his shoulder. Eddie’s thick and fills you to the brim until he bottoms out. He doesn’t move for several, long, antagonizing seconds. You feel your heart in your throat with ever twitch beneath you.
“You’re so tight, sweet girl,” he moaned in your ear, leaning back before slowly pushing back in. His hand wraps your leg around his waist and he presses further into you. Eddie takes your free hand and slips his fingers through yours. You squeeze his hand tightly and let out a soft moan. You clench around him and he groans.
“Faster, Eddie,” you moaned. “Please, go faster.”
His warm laughter fills the already hot room. Eddie captures your lips in a kiss and whispers against your mouth, “Only because you asked so nicely.”
Eddie’s thrusts grow fast and deep. With your legs wrapped around him, he hits the furthest part of you. You scream and beg and moan Eddie’s name. The same white-hot pleasure you felt before returns with equal intensity. Eddie’s skilled fingers toy with your clit with every thrust. Eddie’s lips find yours as he swallows each moan and gasp from your lips. He buries his face into the crease of your neck and sucks a number of hickies into your throat.
“You almost there, baby?” he panted as his thrusts began to grow sloppy as he neared his peak. You nod into his neck and Eddie’s fingers play with your folds.
You scream Eddie’s name and your back arches off the bed as you cum. Eddie grunts your name and guides you through your own orgasm before pulling out and releasing on your stomach. Eddie collapses on your chest and your fingers rub up and down his back as you catch your breath.
Eddie gently turns your head and kisses you sweetly before climbing out of bed and scurrying to the bathroom. He hurries back with a wet cloth and wordlessly cleans the mess he made on your stomach and thighs before using it on himself. Tossing it on the floor, he climbs back into bed and pulls you against his chest. You turn to face him and rest a hand on his face, brushing his hair out of his eyes.
“We’ll figure this out together, okay?” you whispered, kissing him gently.
“I know,” he said, holding your hand in his as he fell into a restless sleep with you by his side.
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Rock-a-Bye Professor
Part One
First Professor story "Hot for Teacher" here :
Rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
Warnings: Direct mentions of sex, birth control, missed period, nausea, vomiting, pregnancy and abortion. Professor/Student trope at college level. Both consenting adults. Don't like it, don't read. Thank you!
**I have this one almost completed and have had it in my drafts for over a year now. Since I wrote the first one. Lmao. This continues their relationship. First part is shorter but I left it on a cliff hanger.**
Special thanks to @usererics for my header. I love it and you! ❤️
“You sure you don’t want to go to the party?”, Tori called out from the living room.
“No thanks, Tori. Not feeling the greatest.”, you sighed, laying in bed feeling like death.
You had felt nauseated for several days, chalking it up to a stomach virus. You’d gotten sick in the mornings before class—even missing a few classes. You had to get your shit together if you wanted to graduate in the spring. You were too close to fuck things up now.
“Call me if you need me?”, Tori asked.
“Sure, but I think it will be the other way around.”, you smirked, pulling your covers up.
Tori told you she’d be two blocks over before closing the door, finally leaving you alone. You got out of bed, pulling the box out of your purse as you heard your phone ding.
-Coming over tonight? Miss you.
It was your Professor—boyfriend. You were still getting used to calling him your boyfriend. Now, things had grown more complicated. You had missed your period. You knew this usually meant one thing—but you had been super stressed lately.
-Maybe. Still feeling really bad. ☹️
It took everything in you to raise yourself up from your bed and go to the bathroom, your hands beginning to shake. It made you nervous to even toss the idea around in your head that you could be pregnant. You heard your phone ding and you were certain it was Joe, but you had more pressing matters to attend to at the moment. Shutting the bathroom door, you read over the instructions on the back before practically ripping the box open. It had two tests to help ensure and confirm accuracy.
Obviously, two pink lines meant ‘pregnant’ and one pink line meant ‘not pregnant’. You needed and prayed for one pink line before sitting down on the toilet to do your business. Ripping open the wrapper, you took the cap of the pregnancy test. You looked up at the ceiling as you followed the instructions before pulling the test from between your legs and recapping it, laying it flat. You got up and flushed the toilet before going to get your phone—anything to distract you for a few minutes while you waited on the results that would change your life.
-So sorry, love. I could take care of you. Warm bath, massage, soup? What do you think?
You felt your insides twist into a knot as you read his text. The idea was tempting. It sounded amazing and the thought alone was turning you on.
-You mean it?
Another ding.
-Of course, love. Want me to pick you up?
You bit your lip, really wanting to take him up on his offer. After you estimated two minutes, you went to check on the results of your pregnancy test. You swallowed hard as you closed your eyes, picking up the test. Opening your eyes, you felt your heart drop down into your stomach. An audible gasp escaped your lips. Two dark pink lines. You were pregnant—whether you wanted to be or not. Feeling like you were in complete disbelief, you felt the tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.
Your life was over—or at least you felt that way. You always wanted a baby after you were married. You were nowhere close to being married. You had a relationship with your professor—one you had to hide. Now, you were also pregnant by him.
-Yes or no, love? Won’t be mad either way. Just miss you so much.
You sighed.
-Yeah, sounds okay.
Part of you didn’t feel like going over to visit him, but you knew you had been a little distant with being sick and all.
-Great. Did Tori go to her party?
You clutched the pregnancy test, coming out of the bathroom. You slid both tests into your bedside table. Couldn’t risk Tori finding them or taking them in your purse.
-Yes. You can park on the curb. I’ll be out. Just text me when you get here.
-Sounds great, love. Can’t wait to take care of you. 😉
Another deep sigh escaped your lips, laying your phone down on your bed. You knew you needed to make a doctor’s appointment soon. That was the first step. Throwing a few things in your bag, you began to ponder how you could have gotten pregnant. You took your pill every day—shit. You grabbed your pack of pills, eyeing them. You went down each row until you gasped. You had missed two. How in the hell had you missed two pills? You groaned, immediately beginning to curse yourself.
Not only was it your own fault you had gotten pregnant, but now you had to explain it to your professor—boyfriend that you missed two of your pills and got pregnant. The thoughts alone made your head spin and made you dread having the conversation with him—if you decided to. While your world had stopped spinning, your phone dinged and you just knew it was him letting you know he was here.
You grabbed your overnight bag, locking up the dorm. Your heart began to beat faster as you took two of the steps at a time. You saw his Mercedes, looking around and making sure no one else was watching you. You jogged over to his car, hearing him unlock the passenger door. Looking through the car window, you could see the big, stupid smile spread across his lips. You couldn’t help but give him a small smile back as you got inside the car.
“Hey, love.”
“Hey.”, you smiled softly.
“Maybe it’s the lighting, but you look pale.”
You laughed easily. “Thanks, babe.”
He smirked as he shifted into drive and pulled out. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna make you feel better.”
His free hand found your knee.
“And just how are you gonna do that?”, you countered.
He smirked, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “Mhm, well I can start by running you a warm bath. Let you relax while I make you some dinner. Have you been able to keep anything down?”
“Not hardly. Just some water.”
“You’ve got to eat something.”
“We can try some soup and saltines, I guess.”
He rubbed your leg reassuringly as you leaned your head against the door. You felt like shit if you were being honest, but you knew he wanted your company. The weekends were some of the only chances that you all got to be with one another. Your head was pounding from vomiting constantly over the past several days. He rubbed your leg in silence as you both continued the drive to his house. It was dark, the street lights illuminating you both every few blocks.
It felt like forever before you finally reached his house. Your stomach already felt queasy again, but now you knew why. It was like he could read you. He could tell exactly what was on your mind.
“Are you doing okay, baby?”
You shook your head. “Feeling sick again.”
“Let’s get you inside, yeah? Let you lay down for a bit while I run your bath?”
You nodded as he came over to the passenger’s side of the vehicle and grabbed your bag, throwing it on his shoulder. He helped you out, keeping a hand on your waist to ensure you didn’t fall over. You knew you were weak considering you hadn’t been able to keep anything down. You were probably dehydrated. He held onto you as he stuck his key in the door, it popping open to reveal his lowly lit home. You remembered the first time you saw his house—you were very drunk. You thought you were imagining things.
He assisted you over to the couch, helping you sit down easily. The room felt like it was spinning as you laid back and closed your eyes.
“Want some over-the-counter nausea medicine?”, he asked as he pulled a blanket over you.
Your mind immediately wandered to your unborn baby. Would it be safe to take something like that? You were still undecided on what to do but were still being very cautious.
“Um…..no, it’s okay.”
He raised his brows surprisingly from behind his glasses. “Alright. Do you think you should go to the hospital? You’re probably dehydrated, love.”
Your heart dropped down into your stomach and you knew that was a bad idea. They’d do a pregnancy test on you for sure when you told them when your last period was. He’d find out you were pregnant and you weren’t ready to tell him yet.
“No—an expensive bill for nothing? Worst case scenario I need some Pedialyte.”, you laughed nervously.
He chuckled surprisingly. “Okay, love. We won’t decide yet but if you keep getting worse, we’re going. You don’t need all your electrolytes getting out of whack.”
You nodded as he kissed your forehead.
“No fever.”
You smiled softly as he leaned back up, looking down at you with his piercing, deep brown eyes.
“I’m gonna run your bath, okay?”
You nodded as he kissed your cheek and headed off to the bathroom. Joe was very affectionate with you behind closed doors, the only chance he had was to show you how much he loved and adored you. How would he take the news of you being pregnant? Did he even want a future with you? The thoughts alone made your stomach twist and turn, the nauseous feeling rising in your chest.
“Joe?”
“Yes, babe?”, he shouted from the bathroom over the sound of running water.
“Um, I’m feeling sick—again.”, you groaned.
“Coming!”
He rushed out of the bathroom, holding a small bathroom trashcan before bringing it to you. He sat down beside you on his couch, pulling your hair back. You hated throwing up in front of him. It was the worst feeling and you knew it was definitely not romantic. He rubbed your back with his other free hand as you felt yourself beginning to dry heave, signaling your torture was almost over. Not that you had much to get rid of anyway, but some water and Sprite that you had attempted to drink a few hours ago.
Once you were done, you sat the trashcan down and wiped the tears away from the corner of your eyes.
“Baby, are you sure you feel like taking a bath? We could still go to the hospital.”
“I’ll be fine. Just let me bathe and lay down in bed? Maybe cuddle me?”, you asked, puppy dog eyes.
He sighed easily before a small smile came across his lips. “Okay—fine.”
Giving you a small kiss, he went to check your bath water. He came back and told you it was warm and ready for you. Once again, it took all your strength to get off the couch and head to the bathroom. You pulled your top off, laying it on the sink.
“I can get your bra—if you want.”, he breathed.
You nodded easily, lifting your hair up. You felt his fingertips brush your soft, bare skin as he made his way to the clasp of your bra, unhooking it gently. You inhaled sharply, missing his touch but you were in no position for sex. You felt your chest fall free. Joe’s breathing hitched and you could tell he liked what he saw. His hands snaked around your chest, taking both breasts in his hands, causing you to choke back a hiss. You had no idea your breasts were that sore and sensitive.
“Still so sexy even if you’re sick.”, he hummed, placing kisses on your neck.
You swallowed hard, trying not to let on like anything was wrong. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I hope you feel better soon, love. I miss making love to you.”
You smiled softly, attempting to hide your expression of discomfort.
“I’ll leave you to finish your bath. You’ll call if you need me?”
You nodded easily as he kissed your cheek again, leaving you in the bathroom but leaving a small crack in the door so he could hear you. You slid your sweatpants and panties off, laying them with your other clothes. You wasted no time sinking down into the warm bath, exhaling some relief on your newly aching body. It felt good—you weren’t going to lie. After a few minutes, you decided to quickly wash off and wash your hair. It had been two days since you’d taken a good shower since feeling so crummy.
Once the water began to grow cold, you got out and grabbed the towels Joe had set out for you. You wrapped one around your body and the other was put in your hair. Draining the water, you began to feel a little queasy again. You wished this baby would give you a break. But once standing back up, you felt a little better. You quickly dried the water out of your hair making it less dripping and damp before looking at yourself in the mirror. You looked rough, he was right.
Joe had laid out one of his t-shirts for you and grabbed a clean pair of your panties from your bag. His t-shirts were definitely more comfy than your gown. And it smelled like him.
“Doing okay, love?”, he called out from his bedroom.
“Yes. Coming to bed.”
You hung your towels up quickly before grabbing your clothes and turning off the bathroom light. Opening the door, you noticed him grading papers while lying in bed. He looked up at you easily.
“Feel better, baby?”
“A little.”
He looked over his glasses at you as you circled the bed, climbing in on your side. Well, it wasn’t technically your side but it was always the side you slept on when coming over. You peeled the covers back easily before sliding into bed, pulling them back up on you easily as you stared at the ceiling. He had a single lamp on, the one on his side. It provided him with enough light to work by.
“Ready for cuddles?”, he asked softly.
You nodded.
He chuckled softly as he laid his papers and red pen down, reaching to grab the lamp to turn it off. You heard his glasses hit the bedside table before he wrapped you up in his strong arms. He exhaled softly, a sign he was relaxed. He planted a kiss on your cheek.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Joe.”
It was a matter of minutes before he was snoring lightly but all that was on your mind was your unborn baby. What were you going to do?
Over the next couple of weeks, you avoided Joe. You hadn’t spent the weekend at his house since that night. You had your first doctor’s appointment where they confirmed you indeed were pregnant and estimated you at being six weeks along by the time you got in to see the OB. She did an ultrasound, confirming that everything looked good and the baby was growing healthy for its age, your HCG levels were perfect for the timeframe of your pregnancy and gave you printouts of your baby. All you could do was stare.
She had noticed you weren’t like most mothers who were crying tears of joy or bringing their husbands or boyfriends with them. She asked if you wanted to know your other options. You answered yes. She gave you a pamphlet explaining alternative solutions—adoption and abortion. She told you the sooner you made a decision, the better off you’d be. All you had to do was say the word and she’d write the referral to the abortion clinic. She asked if you were married to which you answered no.
All you could think about was Joe and how he’d feel about all this. He’d texted you every day, hoping you’d come back around. He knew something was off with you, but he couldn’t pin it down. He absolutely had no idea you were pregnant with his baby and going through all this emotional turmoil. Your OB told you that you didn’t have to come to a decision that day—to sleep and think about it until your next appointment. It would be at the ten-week mark and she told you that you would be able to hear your baby’s heartbeat if you wanted to.
That was three weeks ago. Back at your dorm, you pulled your shirt up and looked in the mirror. You were getting a very small bump. It was barely noticeable but you could tell a difference. Your phone dinged.
-Can we have dinner and talk? I really miss you. I love you and can’t stop thinking about you.
You laid your phone back down on the bed, sighing. You could have your abortion secretly and things could go back to normal. He’d never have to know. But deep down inside, you knew that wasn’t fair to him. Sighing, you decided to finally give in.
-Yeah, I can come over.
You blew air, waiting for a response.
-Want me to pick you up?
Biting your lip, you responded.
-No, it’s okay. I’ll catch a cab. See you soon.
-Ok, be safe. Love you.
You got up and gathered a few things and arranged for a cab to come get you. This was now or never. The day you dreaded but he deserved to know. Climbing in the cab, you gave his address and the ride seemed to take forever. Your stomach felt sick, but you didn’t know if it was the baby or your nerves. It wasn’t long before you came up to his house, seeing the lights on. You paid your fare, thanked the cab driver, and grabbed your bag. He pulled away, leaving you alone as you walked up the steps and rang the doorbell. Here goes nothing.
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the back of your knees
(not my gif all credit to owner)
eddie munson x reader
a/n: god damn i have revived from writing retirement for eddie munson. wow. also taglist is updated w/ stranger things and criminal minds options if you’re interested, and if you would no longer like to be tagged you can message me or send an ask. thanks!
warnings: lots of physical touch, reader is mentioned to have longer hair, or at least until ears. just like, pure love and fluff too, which is really unusual for me.
summary: eddie for the life of him cannot figure out how to keep himself away from you. after a slip up reveals that eddie’s constant touches are a little more than friendly, he’s forced to ramble about how much he loves you and the back of your knees.
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The first time he’d touched you after he realized he was in love, Eddie made a deal with himself.
It was nothing heavy, just a hand smoothed against your side as he walked. You tease him for how diagonal he walks, always bumping into things, but he likes to joke that you just mess up his gravitational field. A fleeting moment, with seemingly no effect on you, but Eddie’s brain froze. The back of his hand felt like someone was sticking pins in it. He couldn’t focus on what you were telling him, something Robin had said to you last week?
He nodded along, surprised he was calm enough to, considering his brain was moving quicker than it ever had. And he thought he needed to memorize it. He wasn’t drowning your voice out on purpose, but god, shut up and let him think. He tried to remember the moment, the feel of your skin, the curve of your side. And he thought about it for hours, cementing it there in the nerves of his hand and the front of his mind.
And in his bed that night, he made a deal that if he could memorize that one touch for the rest of his life, keep it somewhere safe and feel it all over again, then he wouldn’t need to tell you that he was in love with the way you rolled your eyes at his tapes in the car, or the smile you gave him when he begrudgingly plays one of yours. He would live happily with a tiny piece of you for himself.
But Eddie has a horrible memory. And when he wakes up the next morning, he’s half-dressed when he realizes the memory isn’t the same anymore. It’s too fuzzy, too far away. He huffs and pulls his shirt down over his head. And when you pick him up bright and early the next day, Max tucked away in the backseat of your car, he is staring at your hand the entire time. He knows it’s a little odd, and he catches you giving him a couple of weird looks, but he’s trying desperately to call the memory back to him. And maybe it’s a tad odd when he knocks your car keys off the dash out of desperation, waiting for you to reach for them before he lunges his hand out, too. It ‘accidentally’ clashes with yours and Eddie grins a little.
“What are you smiling at, clumsy? Stop throwing my stuff everywhere.” You scowl.
Giddy with the thrill of your touch, he continues causing small accidents as an excuse to touch you. He claims that your arm has a scratch on it so he can lift your wrist to graze his fingers over the skin before he gingerly sets it down, grinning as he tells you it must’ve been a shadow. He throws small paper balls in your hair as he sits behind you in class so that he can tell you he needs to pull them out and fiddle with your hair later. Eventually, when he realizes you haven’t caught on, he moves onto just straight up touching you.
It happens so smoothly that you don’t even realize it. A hand slipped on your arm when you mutter about the breeze. His legs tucked halfway under yours as a movie plays in Robin’s basement. Fingers dancing across your back when you fall asleep while he’s driving you home.
And it becomes so normal, so casual, that soon enough it’s just always there. His life before that first touch and after blur together, and he can’t really remember a time when he didn’t know the feel of your skin. When you sit next to him his hand just slips onto your knee. His fingers get caught in the ends of your hair in class. You take no notice, just Eddie being Eddie.
You don’t think twice about it until Mike asks whether your parents know you and Eddie are dating.
“What are you talking about?” You mutter, thinking you didn’t hear him right.
“You and Eddie. Do your parents know?” He repeats himself, brows crowding together.
“Know what?”
“You and Eddie are dating?”
“No, we’re not.” You shake your head in confusion.
“Yeah, you are.”
“No.”
“Yes?”
“Mike, why would you think I’m dating Eddie?”
“I mean, you guys are like on top of each other all the time. It’s so coupley.”
“We are not!”
“Y/n, yesterday, he was like, brushing your hair.”
“So, what?” You scoff.
“I don’t know, Y/n. Eddie is touchy but he’s not that touchy.”
You sit there in silence with Mike’s revelation, too confused to ask more questions. Mike isn’t done, though.
“You’re really not dating?”
“Shut up, Mike.”
That night, Eddie is supposed to come over and study. At least, he’s supposed to come over and keep you company while you study. You do your best to pour over your Western Civ notes but you feel Eddie’s fingers sift through your hair, softly rubbing a piece between his fingers and his thumb. It continues for a few minutes and you are suddenly unable to focus on your notes no matter how much you try. You feel how close he is sitting behind you on the floor of your bedroom. Is he always this close? Have you just never noticed?
Why is he so close?
You feel every nerve in your skin light up as his fingers leave your hair to flit down the nape of your neck, tracing an invisible line to your shoulder blades. You abruptly turn around and stare at him.
“What?” Eddie laughs, “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Eddie,” You try, lips pressed into a thin line.
“Shit,” He whines. “What’d I do this time?”
“Nothing, Eddie. I just wanted to ask you something.” You mumble.
“Oh,” He shuffles even closer to you, hand reassuringly grabbing your elbow. “Yeah, sure, what’s up?”
“Why are you, you know, why do you,” You try. “Why have you been really close recently?”
Eddie’s face scrunches up. “Really close? Haven’t we been friends for a while? I didn’t see you that much this week, did I?”
“Not like that, no.” You interrupt him to rephrase. “Not emotionally, Eddie, physically. Like, physically close.”
His eyes widen, and he scoots a little far back from you. “Oh, Y/n, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything like that, swear it, I can stay multiple feet away.”
“No, Eddie, just listen,” You try to intervene, but he’s on his feet.
“Never meant to upset you, really. If I had known,” “Eddie!” “Do you want me to go? I can go,” “Eddie, shut up and listen!”
He presses his mouth into a thin line and sits back down, a good three feet away from you.
“All I asked was why? Is something going on? Can I help you with whatever this is?”
Eddie’s tongue peeks out from between his lips in thought. He curses himself for breaking his deal. He couldn’t keep it to himself, became greedy and wanted more than one touch from you, and this was his punishment. He had to tell you he was in love with you.
God knows he could never lie to you.
“Do you want me to stop?” He whispers. Stalling. He’s stalling.
Your brow raises. “Never said that, no. C’mon, Eddie, what is going on? It’s me, just spit it out!”
“That is exactly the issue, Y/l/n. It’s you.” He groans and shoves the heels of his palms into his eyes.
“What the fuck did I do?”
“Nothing! It’s just you, and it’s you, and my brain short-circuits around you, and this isn’t going to make any sense, but, God, Y/n, I love the back of your knees.”
“What?”
“They’re so nice. And soft. All of you is always so nice and soft and good and I really like your knees and your shoulder blades and your forehead. I know I’m just naming body parts, but I didn’t really plan this out, I kind of wish I had.” He rambles.
“Ok, slow down, let’s-” “And I know I should be able to keep it to myself but, Y/n, that goes out the window whenever you’re near me, I have to be close to you, this shit sounds so weird, but I love all of you so much and being able to feel you is like a lifeline. And I don’t care if it’s your face, or your stomach, or your feet, or your knees, but I love it all. S’like- listen, I don’t know what I’m talkin’ about anymore, but s’like this- knowing that you’re around, and you’re real, makes me feel so much better every single day. I don’t get it, Y/n, I don’t, but I love you, and I really, really, really hope that made sense.”
He finishes his ramble with wide eyes and red cheeks and his hands are gesticulating wildly.
“You have never, ever, made sense to me, Munson.” You mumble breathlessly, scrambling over to where Eddie is cross-legged on the floor of your room to kiss him. His hands hover over you for a moment and you have to blindly fumble for them, and press them to your face before he kisses you back.
You pull away, out of breath. “I really love your hair and your arms. I’m in love with you, too.”
He leans forward in record time to kiss you again, grinning like a madman. Which he guesses he is, at least around you.
You sit back on your heels in front of him, and he reaches a hand out towards you but pauses before he pushes your hair behind your ear, hand experimentally continuing down your cheek, the line of your jaw, before he folds it back into his lap.
“Wait, so I’m, like, supposed to touch you now?”
“Shut up and kiss me again, Eddie.”
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Hellfire's Girl
Summary- A new girl moves to Hawkins and has already made an impression.
Pairing- Eddie Munson x Fem!oc
Warnings- friends to lovers, slow burn, she/her pronouns, cursing, mainly nickname will be used,
Notes- This is my first Eddie fic. Also, I will be straying from the storyline. Please don't forget to comment. I'd love to hear feedback.
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~Lena~
Moving to Hawkins wasn't as bad as I had originally thought. Sure it sucks that I had to leave, but knowing I was only about 3 hours away from my friends made me feel better about it.
Starting my senior year in a new high school on the other hand… blows.
Well, it would have if I cared about fitting in. Back home no one judged. But here? Oh boy did they. I had to keep some of my hobbies on the down low, for now at least. Apparently, Dungeons and Dragons was considered “Devil worshipping”. So much for me trying to find people to teach me how to play. Or so I thought. Barely one week in Hawkins High is all it took for me to make a friend. Or a few.
~English class~
I was sitting in the back because I couldn't pay attention today. I was a passing student so I wasn't worried.
As I tuned out the teacher, I started doodling on what should've been my notes. The only thing on my mind was smoking my last joint that was tucked away in my car. I was unconsciously drawing clouds around the leaf I had made on my paper.
“Hey, New girl.” I heard whispers next to me. Turning my head to see a boy wearing a shirt with the words “Hellfire Club”. Maybe it was a new band?
“Do you partake or just like drawing?”
This felt like a trick question. Was he trying to get me caught or being friendly? I've learned quickly not to trust anyone yet. The jocks and the cheerleaders are the royalty in the ranks. Any lower on the food chain and you're a target no matter what.
He felt my hesitation to the question so he continued, “I only ask because if you need “flower”- he points to my picture- I know a guy.”
That sounds even more suspicious! I lean in slightly whispering, “You do realize how that sounds like a total set up right? Why should I trust you?”
The boy puts his hands up in defense.“That's fair. But wouldn't me asking you just be me outing myself? Why would I rat both of us out?”
“Touche.”
“I’m Gareth by the way.”
“Lena. And hypothetically if I were to say I had “flower”. Would you partake?”
“Uh Duh.” We both laughed silently.
“You seem pretty cool Gareth.” I could tell that took him by surprise but he tried to cover it up.
“Uh, thanks. So do you.” he paused for a second “Would you wanna come sit with me and my friends during lunch? I can't guarantee that you'll think they'll be as cool as me but…” I giggled.
“I’d love to. And trust me if they're like you I'll like them way better than the “royalty”.”
With that said the bell had rung, dismissing everyone for lunch. I put my notebook in my bag seeing Gareth standing in the corner of my eye. Like he's waiting for me. How sweet.
“I have to put some stuff in my locker. You can go ahead and I'll find you.” I smiled at him. He nodded his head but looked unsure. Like he thought I was lying about sitting with them. Nonetheless, he walks out of the room towards the lunch room while I head to my locker.
~3rd Person~
As Gareth walked to the lunch room, he thought about Lena. Was she being serious about sitting with them? Regardless he would have to mention her to his friends. Even if she didn't sit with them she was one of the good ones.
As he walks through the doors, a roar of multiple conversations bounces off the walls. He grabs his lunch and then heads to his table with his dungeon master and best friend seated at the head of the table.
The kiddies arrived just as he sat down. Now was his chance.
“Hey guys, I invited the new girl to sit with us.”
Everyone at the table paused as if processing what Gareth had said. Then a chorus of laughs erupted from the group. “I’m serious!”
Eddie wipes a fake tear from his eye. “Good one Gare.”
“Yeah like a girl is gonna sit with us.”Jeff rolls his eyes.
“You're delusional man!”
With Gareth trying to defend himself and the group in denial, they had not noticed Lena approaching their table.
~Lena~
I rushed to my locker to dump whatever I didn't need for my next classes. Then into the bathroom to make sure I didn't look crazy. I wanted to make a good first impression on Gareth's friends. It’d be nice to have real people to hang out with who are not snobby rich fakers.
When I got to the cafeteria I scanned the room to find Gareth while going through the line to just get some fruit. Surprised that they had peaches I grabbed two then spotted Gareth after I paid.
As I was heading to the table, a blonde cheerleader I met earlier stopped me. I think her name was Chrissy.
“Hey, would you like to sit with me and the girls?” she smiled sweetly.
“Oh thanks but I've got a seat already.” offering her a smile back. I didn't want to hurt her feelings because she seemed like the only genuine popular girl I'd met.
“Oh, that's okay! Maybe next time.” she then walked away to her table.
I started walking again and as I approached the table it seemed like they were arguing about something. Before you could catch what was going on they all fell quiet when you stood in front of their table. Looking at the boy standing at the opposite side of the table.
~3rd Person~
Eddie was not buying it for one second as soon as the sentence left Gareth's mouth. A new girl sitting with them? The freaks of Hawkins High? Yeah right. But alas Eddie believed that Gareth was committed to the bit til he had enough. He stood from his chair and slammed his hands on the table.
“For fucks sake! Why would she…”
He never finished his sentence. Once he saw her walking and stop right in front of his table he was speechless. No one ever makes Eddie Munson speechless.
The boys turned to see why he shut up and were equally astonished, besides Gareth of course. He wore a smug smile, crossing his arms and leaning back into his chair.
“Uh hi. Gareth said I could sit with you guys.”
Silence from the whole table. They just couldn't believe that Gareth was telling the truth. With no response, she tried again.
~Lena~
“Is that okay?” I asked as I looked at the boy directly across from me. He seemed like the leader of the pack so I awaited his response. But nothing. They all just stared at me like they had never seen a girl before. I don't know if I should be flattered or concerned. Before I could feel embarrassed and think this was a bad idea, Gareth spoke up.
“Here, you can sit next to me.” He scooted the chair next to him out for me to sit.
I sat down hesitantly, eyeing everyone as they still didn't speak. Lingering a little longer on the curly long-haired boy. He was cute no doubt. I toss that thought immediately away. Friends Lena. You're making friends. It was too soon to be having a crush on someone.
“Don't mind them. They didn't believe me when I said you were sitting with us.”
Gareth went around the table, introducing everyone to me. Next to him was Jeff. Across from me was Mike, and to his right was Dustin and Doug. Lastly, at the head of the table was Eddie. “Guys, this is Lena.”
I gave them all a smile and waved. Also noticed that they all wore the same shirt. I made a mental note to ask about it.
Dustin seemed to be the first of the group to come to his senses. “So, where are you from?”
“Harrison. It's about a half hour outside of Cincinnati.”
“What made you come to Hawkins?” Mike asked with a confused face.
“Uh, well my dad overlooks construction jobs. The company he works for has a new location. So he decided to move closer since he’ll be running that place.”
Everyone seemed to become more comfortable as I answered their questions. Seemingly deciding that I wasn't a threat. As I talked I subconsciously worked on opening my peach. It was what I always did to them. Slightly crack open the top, and run my finger all the way around. Now and then lick my finger to stop the juice from running down my hand then twist until it splits in half. Once opened I took a bite and noticed they all were staring again.
“What?” I said wiping the corner of my mouth.
“How in the hell did you just do that?” Jeff asked.
I couldn't help but giggle. “It’s my party trick.” I took another bite.
~3rd Person~
“Is that okay?”
The way she looked at Eddie stirred something inside of him. Genuinely asking for permission. His permission to sit with them. He was so dumbfounded to speak. Just taking her in. From her pretty brown eyes to the Queen t-shirt and jeans she wore that hugged her curves in all the right places to her ring-adorned hands holding peaches. She looked godsent. Well, at least that's what Eddie was thinking. He got a weird feeling as he saw you take the seat next to Gareth. Jealousy? What? No way he was already crushing on the new girl?! He barely even spoke a word to her, just listened to her answer any questions the guys had.
He watched her as she absentmindedly moved her fingers through the peach. His mind started creating naughty thoughts he couldn't shake away. The way she licked her fingers, completely oblivious to what she was doing to him. The juice of the peach slipped out the corner of her mouth as she took a bite. All he wanted to do was lick it off her. Oh, how he was already done for.
Jeff was the first to express his bewilderedness. Man, hearing her giggle? Eddie wanted to bottle it up and keep it forever.
“It’s how I've always eaten peaches. They're my favorite,” she says like it is the most obvious answer in the world. Before anyone could ask about the side with the pit, she does the same trick to split it again in half and then pop the clean pit out. She holds out a slice offering it up to anyone. Before Eddie could act, Dustin took the offering.
“Well in that case should we be calling you Peaches then?” Gareth joked.
She pondered the thought and then shrugged with a smile. “I wouldn't mind that.” Right at that moment, Hellfire as a collective decided that from now on they would only call her Peaches.
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Eddie Munson: Learned From The Best
Reader offers to give Eddie a hickey.
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You’re leaning your head against Eddie’s back as he fiddles with his guitar, his other sweetheart.
“Has anyone ever given you a hickey?” You ask out of the blue.
“Pardon?” He stops what he’s doing.
“A hickey, have you ever been blessed with one?”
“Nope,” he replies.
“You want one?” You ask.
His other sweetheart goes back to her place on the wall real quick.
“You’re seriously asking if I want a hickey from my smoking hot girlfriend?” He asks, shocked.
“Consent and all, you dork. Where do you want it?”
“Wherever you want,” he insists.
“Do you want people to see it?” You ask.
“What good is a hickey if they don’t?”
He sits back on his bed, pulling you into his lap. He’s eager for your lips to be on him.
“Put on some shit tv, it’s too quiet now,” you ask while you move his hair to the side for easier access to his neck.
Once the tv is one, his hands are gripping your back like his life depends on it.
Your lips trail down his neck. You grasp his chin and tilt it a little to get free range under his jaw.
You pause. “I don’t wanna mark you too bad.”
“Make me purple for all I care, that feels too good,” he assures.
You’re like a vampire attached to his neck resulting in a good marking on his neck, he could hide most of it with his hair if he positioned it right.
“Can I try?” He asks.
You nod. “Think you can figure it out?”
“You’re a good teacher.” He teases. “But don’t laugh at me if I suck.”
“That’s kinda the point, baby. But I wouldn’t laugh at you, you know that.”
“You’re so funny.” The words tickle your neck. He finds your pulse point, the feeling of his lips cause your heart to pick up. Butterflies erupt in your stomach. You tangle your fingers in his hair.
“You’re addictive,” he states against your neck. “If I could bottle up this feeling I’d be rich.”
He looks up from his work. You take this opportunity to trace your thumb across his bottle lip. “You sure know how to use those lips for someone who’s never had a hickey.”
“Learned from the best.”
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𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢...
𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩, 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘺, 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵.
Eddie loved getting high after his shows, which would be fine if he wasn't so clingy and always had to have his hands on some part of your body. Eddie cries like a child if he can't find you (not that he looked that hard). Trying to get Eddie distracted with something else so you can go do something is horrible, he ask so many questions that you end up taking him with you.
One of the most difficult task to do when eddies high is showering. He ask to help you undress but ends up just staring at you like a kid in a candy store and can't keep his hands off of you. It's like his first time seeing you naked all over again, his face goes bright red before he starts to flirt with you.
Eddie will get in the shower with you and do nothing but continue flirting with you and wrap his arms around your waist holding you, whining when you ask him to let go so you can actually shower. It takes a good 5 minutes to convince eddie to let you both shower.
Another task that's hard to do with Eddie being high is cooking food. Ask him what he wants to eat and his response with be "you" or "are you an option?". Anytime you do start to cook something eddie wants to try and eat everything before it's ready. He'll always ask when it'll be ready or he'll snack on multiple things while watching you cook.
Other things are easier when eddies high, like cuddling or napping. Eddie loves to cuddle with you, he's always the big spoon so he can have his head resting near the crook of your neck while you cock warm him. Eddie can't go without you cock warming him while cuddling or napping, he'll cry if you even try going without it.
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Ailing Wings, Gentle Hands | Eddie Munson
Eddie x Tinkerbell!Fem!Reader
Summary: In a quaint town shrouded in mystery, Eddie's curiosity leads him to an abandoned cabin, where the discovery of a hidden fairy alters the course of his life. How Eddie and Tinkerbell!Reader met. Check more Tinkerbell!Fem!Reader.
Word Count: 2.8K
Warnings: Mentions of death off-screen, marihuana, swearing (as always).
All Rights Reserved. The author, me, does not allow any type of copy or adaption.
"Are you still alive?" The unexpected voice jolted Eddie, causing his left shoe to slip into the severed sole of his right, narrowly avoiding a tumble onto the damp leaves below.
Eddie had long been captivated by the small, dark wooden cabin nestled in the heart of the expansive forest—a place seemingly untouched by human presence for ages. Whispers circulated through town, weaving tales of a notorious serial killer from Hawkins' past who purportedly used the cabin as a sinister stage for his heinous acts. Some even claimed that intrepid souls who ventured inside met a grisly fate at the hands of this malevolent figure.
However, law enforcement, led by Jim, vehemently denied these rumours. Jim insisted that he had thoroughly investigated the cabin, revealing it to be a single, cramped room filled with seemingly useless items and tools. According to him, there was no evidence to support the sinister narrative; instead, the cabin belonged to an elderly recluse who dwelled in the forest, rarely venturing into town. This mysterious man found solace in the company of woodland creatures, often aiding injured animals and rescuing those ensnared in traps.
Owen, the man who once called the forest his home, had met an untimely demise due to a heart attack a few years ago. His passing was shrouded in solitude, as he lived alone in his forest dwelling, completely cut off from the town. The news of Owen's death only surfaced when Peter Meyer, the former owner of the tool store, noticed the absence of Owen's weekly visits in search of better tools.
This triggered a police investigation that led to the discovery of Owen's lifeless body in his house. At the age of 75, he had passed away peacefully in his sleep, spared the agony of a lingering end. However, the sad twist in the tale was that Owen's body had remained undiscovered for at least six days.
"Eddie? Are you being tortured by a serial killer?" Dustin's voice pierced the quiet, startling Eddie as it emanated from the walkie-talkie clutched tightly in his right hand.
Suppressing a chuckle, Eddie brought the device closer to his lips and pressed the button, allowing him to respond to the concerned kid on the other end. "Don't you think I would be screaming if that were the case?" Eddie's reassurance hung in the air as Dustin's voice, tinged with nervousness, remained silent for a few minutes. Eddie continued his approach towards the cabin, the proximity sending a chill down his spine, as he realised he had never been this close to it before.
The cabin, genuinely petite, bore the aftermath of heavy rain, with a distinct scent emanating from its dark wooden exterior. Neglected and abandoned, the location had become a canvas for plant sprouts, thriving in a space where life seemingly shouldn't persist.
Despite the dispelling of rumours, Eddie pondered the lingering fear that held people back from exploring the mysterious cabin firsthand. His curiosity, once merely a fascination, led him closer than ever before, a venture he never anticipated until reassured by Jim Hopper that there was nothing to fear. Trusting the words of the town's chief, Eddie hopped into his van, driving as close to the forest as possible before embarking on a several-minute trek to unveil the legendary place.
"Are you close to it?" Dustin's voice crackled through the walkie-talkie.
"Yeah," Eddie observed the cabin, its only two windows flanking the solitary entrance showing signs of wear. Someone, presumably Owen in his time, had attempted repairs multiple times, only to eventually cover them with a makeshift cloth.
"Are you really going to go in?" Dustin's concern echoed through the speaker.
"After all this walking?" Eddie sneered, retrieving a large, dark grey flashlight from the back pocket of his pants. "I'm absolutely going in." The beam of light cut through the shadows as Eddie approached the enigmatic cabin, ready to unravel its secrets.
The door, resistant after years of neglect, yielded begrudgingly to Eddie's efforts. He leaned his right shoulder into the wooden frame, silently thanking Black Sabbath for the choice of a black leather jacket instead of denim, preventing his shoulder from soaking in the dampness.
With a few grunts and near slips on the wet leaves, Eddie managed to pull the door open. Surprisingly, no one lunged at him, and no creatures scurried out in protest. As the entrance revealed its interior, Eddie found exactly what Jim had described—a dreary, dilapidated space with cobwebs clinging to every available nook and cranny. The cabin stood in eerie stillness.
Eddie pointed his flashlight into every corner, squinting in the hope of discovering something magical. The walkie-talkie now rested in the pocket of his leather jacket, having served its purpose. As the flashlight shifted from his left to his right hand, he surveyed the room, only to find himself face-to-face with the mundane reality he had described earlier. Opening the wooden cupboards beneath the tables, he sighed in disappointment, though a subtle sense of humour seemed to linger in the elderly man's choices.
Amidst the rusted tools and forgotten items, Eddie's laughter echoed as he stumbled upon a surprising discovery. Notes, presumably penned by the elderly inhabitant, revealed a whimsical world. "Little pixie's new dresses. She preferred the green one the best," Eddie read aloud, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His fingers traced through the fabrics. More notes followed, disclosing further insights. "Pixie did not like the texture of the fabric for her new bed. She didn't like the doll toy cushion I purchased from the kids' store and asked if I could look for a round leaf to use as a blanket and pillow. She's demanding but fascinating." Eddie's laughter echoed through the quiet cabin, unravelling a touch of warmth in this otherwise desolate place.
Perhaps Eddie's assumption that Owen possessed a sense of humour was off the mark, and a more realistic inference suggested that the man might have been a bit eccentric.
"There's nothing really?" Dustin's disappointment mirrored Eddie's own feelings moments before the discovery of the notes.
"No, Jim was right." Eddie pulled open another cabinet door, practically squatting on the ground, searching for more clues to unravel the enigma of Owen. "There are some random notes without importance and-." His words trailed off as a startling realization hit him. What was that?
Eddie winced at the shrill sound of the cabinet door fully opening, but his attention remained fixed on what lay before him. A small bed, fashioned from leaves and various natural elements he couldn't quite identify, came into view. A bed, just a little smaller than his hand. As he approached, Eddie was confronted with an unbelievable sight, causing him to blink repeatedly and question if perhaps he had been given something other than marijuana by his usual seller.
"Holy fuck." The exclamation escaped Eddie's lips involuntarily as his gaze remained fixed on the extraordinary sight before him. Unbeknownst to him, the walkie-talkie's button had been inadvertently touched, and his shocked words triggered a flurry of hurried and out-of-turn inquiries from his friends on the other end.
Oblivious to the barrage of questions, Eddie retrieved the walkie-talkie from his jacket pocket, keeping his focus on the astonishing scene in front of him. "I'll see you guys tomorrow at school." With that, he ensured the device was switched off, warding off any incoming signals, and tucked it back into his jacket pocket.
In front of him lay a minuscule body, barely half the size of his palm, with hair cascading over a leaf cushion. The creature's skin pulsed with a yellowish glow that flickered intermittently. Glancing at its face, Eddie couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that something was amiss. But the most perplexing aspect was that he seemed to be gazing at a fairy—a creature that, by all logical standards, didn't exist. Right?
"Are you..." Eddie's voice trailed off, hardly audible, as he struggled to come to terms with the surreal scene unfolding before him. Engaging in conversation seemed a daunting task when faced with the presence of a creature he couldn't believe existed. "Are you okay?"
The tiny creature, seemingly unaware of Eddie's presence until now, suddenly took notice. This unexpected reaction bewildered Eddie, considering he hadn't exactly been quiet—laughing and walking on the ground with audible steps. Despite the apparent fright, the fairy quickly settled on her leaf bed, gasping and fixing a terrified gaze on the odd figure before her.
Eddie took a moment to observe the enchanting being before him. Dressed in a radiant white garment with long sleeves, she emanated a delicate charm complemented by periwinkle wings that adorned her back. However, Eddie couldn't ignore the slight imperfection on the top of her right wing, a fold that suggested an old injury yet to fully heal. A surge of questions flooded Eddie's mind. Had Owen been caring for this fairy, providing her with a secure haven in the cottage? How long had she been here, waiting since Owen's passing over nine years ago, in this weakened state? Without apparent sustenance, had she been surviving all this time? Did fairies even need to eat or drink? The influx of questions left Eddie overwhelmed as he grappled with the astonishing reality unfolding before him.
"I'm Eddie Munson," he introduced himself, hoping to ease the tiny fairy's apprehension. However, she only retreated, tumbling off her leaf bed and emitting a small sound that conveyed a mix of fear and discomfort. Eddie attempted to approach with caution, extending his hand towards her, but she scuttled into a corner of the cabinet, making Eddie acutely aware of the visibility of his every move.
"I apologise. I don't mean to hurt you. I stumbled upon this cabin one day and have been..." Eddie hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Were you... a friend of Owen?"
At the mention of the elderly man's name, the fairy seemed to perk up, nodding eagerly and adjusting herself to get a better view, awaiting Eddie's next words.
"Have you been waiting for him?" Eddie inquired. The fairy nodded enthusiastically, her wide eyes filled with anticipation, yearning for Owen's return. "I'm sorry, but Owen passed away around 9 years ago. How have you..." Eddie's voice wavered, a mix of heartbreak and astonishment evident. "Have you been surviving on your own?"
The fairy, her spirit dampened by the news of Owen's passing, looked up at Eddie. Despite the tears she wiped away, her wide, round eyes carried a warmth that, somehow, conveyed a mystical and unfamiliar sense, fostering a newfound trust in the stranger before her.
"Squeak squeak squeak squeak," she vocalized, a series of high-pitched sounds that Eddie found both perplexing and intriguing.
"So you've been here alone?" Eddie's eyes widened in astonishment.
The fairy nodded vigorously, marvelling that the person in front of her could understand her. Okay, she'd only encountered three. A child who had become lost in the wilderness but was luckily discovered a few hours later, and Owen. They stated they heard high-pitched noises as she 'spoke.' However, this man, Eddie Munson, could comprehend her.
Eddie's eyes widened. "So you've been here alone?"
"Squeak squeak squeak."
"You hurt your wing?" Eddie winced, attempting to get a better look. His hand reached out to her once again, and this time, she allowed the grace of his fingertips against her feverish skin.
Little did Eddie know, she was a special fairy. Rejected by others of her kind due to the shine in her eyes, her thirst for adventure, and her incredible curiosity towards humans. When she was hurt and trapped in a trap for animals, Owen found her. He nurtured her back to health to the point where she promised her loyalty to him—an unprecedented act for her kind. This loyalty was significant, and for the last nine years during Owen's absence, she had endured constant and insufferable pain. A pain that fairies experience when the person they promised loyalty to disappears, for whatever reasons. After a decade of suffering, fairies become what they are known for; pixie dust. Eddie had found her before her own tragic transformation, offering her a chance at a different fate.
"Come with me." Eddie's heart raced like it had never beaten before. The thought of leaving her behind, vulnerable to the possibility of someone else discovering this hidden spot and subjecting her to torment or revealing her existence, made Eddie feel sick to his stomach. "I can make you dresses," he offered, shaking his head in determination. "Actually, I don't know how to use a needle, but I'll learn! I can learn, and I will feed and protect you." Eddie glanced around the cabin anxiously. "I don't believe it's a good idea for you to stay here. People have fabricated stories about this cottage. It's only a matter of time until they decide to come here and investigate."
The pixie rose on unsteady knees and approached Eddie with whirling fingers, allowing him to discern her weakness and the fact that her shining should not flicker. "Are you weak?" Eddie inquired, and the pixie nodded, glancing at Eddie's hand, palm up, which rested in the cabinet not too close to her as she talked about fairies' loyalty.
Eddie listened intently, and his genuine concern made the pixie feel less vulnerable. "I promise to protect you as Owen did, and..." he continued, looking behind her. "I'd want to look at your magnificent wing. Try to heal it." Eddie's words carried a sincerity that resonated with the pixie, fostering a newfound trust in the human who had unexpectedly entered her secluded world.
The pixie, trusting in Eddie's sincerity, stepped into his palm and lay down on it, her delicate face caressing against his skin. She spoke in a voice barely audible, promising her loyalty to him. It was a solemn vow, a fairy's promise of loyalty, and she had chosen Eddie as the last person to whom she would make this commitment.
Eddie, overwhelmed with happiness and disbelief, marvelled at the tiny being now nestled in his hand. His joy, however, was tempered by the realisation that she was feverish. Concern etched across his face, he regarded the pixie with newfound determination, determined to keep his promise and protect her, just as Owen had done.
The rain began to fall, a gentle patter on the leaves and a soothing symphony to accompany Eddie's purposeful strides. Holding the tiny pixie in his palm, he protected her from the onset of the raindrops, using his free hand to create a small shield against the weather. The dampness was inconsequential; all that mattered was ensuring her well-being.
The woods, once an intriguing mystery, now seemed to envelop Eddie with a sense of purpose. Every step carried a weight of responsibility as he navigated through the trees, mindful of the fragile creature in his hand. The journey that had taken him minutes before now seemed to fly by in a blur, Eddie's determination propelling him forward.
As he neared his van, the dull hum of the rain against the leaves intensified. Eddie carefully opened the vehicle, making a makeshift sanctuary for the pixie to shield her from the elements.
Inside the van, Eddie glanced down at the tiny pixie, still nestled in his hand. Her radiant wings glistened, even in the dim light of the rainy day. The warmth of her loyalty, pledged to him in a language only they could comprehend, stirred a unique connection between them. As he drove away from the mystical cabin, Eddie couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter was destined, and the pixie, once hidden in the depths of the forest, was now under his protection—a responsibility he embraced with newfound purpose.
That is how the story of Eddie and the pixie, you, began—a magnificent connection forged on the grounds of trust, loyalty, love, and fate. Once Eddie returned home, his care for you extended beyond mere protection from the elements.
Feeding you proved to be a challenging task, but Eddie was determined. He scoured his home for little items that could serve as your essentials, crafting a makeshift bed out of an old t-shirt stuffed with cotton pads. As he gazed upon you, nestled in your tiny abode, Eddie's eyes betrayed the weariness and anguish that had accompanied him from the mysterious cabin. Fearful of leaving you alone, his delicate hands, which you had initially perceived as incredibly gentle, fidgeted together as if hesitant to let you out of his sight.
Eddie, grateful for the information that led him to the cabin and ultimately to the pixie, found himself picking up the phone to call Jim Hopper. Without delving into any details, he simply thanked Jim for indirectly guiding him to the haven of the cabin and Owen's legacy. However, confusion clouded Jim's response, as he claimed to have never personally known Owen and insisted that he and Eddie had never discussed such matters. It left Eddie pondering the mysterious circumstances that had led him to the cabin, realizing that fate played a hand in the unfolding of this extraordinary chapter in his life.
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Teacher’s Pet [Eddie Munson x Reader]
Title: Teacher's Pet
Summary: You ask Eddie to teach you how to pay Dungeons and Dragons in order to impress a boy that you like. (Eddie just doesn't know that the boy in question is him).
Warnings: Nothing ? (Mutual pining with a happy ending)
Request: you ask eddie to teach you d&d under the premise that you want to impress a guy; he says yes in order to spend more time with you and he constantly tries to guess who the boy that you've got a crush on his (spoiler alert it's eddie)
Eddie Munson~Teacher's Pet
You couldn't help but stare at him. You don't want to- but, you do. Eddie Munson. You'd had a crush on the metal head for... For as long as you could remember. Eddie and yourself had crossed paths numerous times: he sat beside you in English, you went to the same middle school, you had mutual friends. And, yet you hadn't managed to say a thing to him about your huge and obvious crush you had on him. You hadn't managed to say much of anything to him, lately.
"You know, you can go to speak to him," Robin chimes in, placing her lunch tray down and taking a seat beside you, "Or you know, you can stare at him forever."
"Shut up Robin," you whine, "I can't just go up to him!"
Robin rolls her eyes.
"And, why not?" she asks, glancing towards you.
"Because I don't even know what to say to him!" you insist, "What do I just say? Hi Eddie Munson I've been in love with you since middle school, let's run away together?"
"Hmm maybe too subtle," Robin teases you.
You groan.
"This is hopeless," you profess, "I'm just going to never speak to him, graduate and move out of Hawkins. Perfect plan."
"Or... Or you could ask him about that cult he runs!"
"It's not a cult! They play a game," you insist, "It's called Dungeons and Dragons."
"That's it! Ask him about that, then. Ask him to teach you how to play it," Robin plots, "That way you get to speak to him, and he gets to rant about hell...Hell Flame."
"-Hell Fire," you correct.
"See- you already care about his cult- club. You're off to a great start," she smiles.
"You're ridiculous," you huff with a small smile, "But, you might be right."
"I'm always right."
"Whatever," you smile and push her lightly.
And, yet, you can't stop thinking about what Robin had suggested. Even after lunch and into the next period, you mull over what she had said... I mean, it wasn't technically the worst idea- and if nothing else it meant you had a legitimate excuse for talking to Eddie. One where he might be too distracted with the topic of Dungeons and Dragons, that he was oblivious to your massive crush you had on him. You leave your class room, and your eyes widen as you see Eddie from across the hall. Well, it was worth a shot.
"Hey, Eddie right?" you ask approaching him as he is just about to slam his locker closed.
Eddie tries not to jump at the sound of a sweet voice beside him. He glances to you with a confused look on his face. His heart rate increases. You offer him a sweet smile, and he tries to not look too nervous. There was no way YOU were speaking to him right now. Eddie had a small (gigantic) crush on you ever since you were in the same class together in middle school, but he had yet to work up the courage to become more than acquaintances.
"H-hi, yeah, hi," Eddie stutters out, "I mean, yeah I'm Eddie."
You let out a small giggle, and Eddie curses himself. Did you come over to him just to make him nervous and embarrass him? Surely, you weren't that cruel... Eddie snaps out of it: no, he knew what you were here for.
"I don't have anything on me at the moment, but I can meet you by the bench in the woods tomorrow-"
"-Eddie, I'm not here to buy off of you," you smile, and then hesitate, "But, I do need your help."
"My help?" Eddie asks, now even more lost than before: if you didn't want to buy, what could you possibly want?
"You can totally say no to this by the way," you preface, "But I wondered if you could teach me how to play Dungeons and Dragons?"
"Now, you're definitely just over here to tease me," Eddie rolls his eyes and fold his arms, "What? Pretty girl wants to learn how to play D&D? I don't buy it. Why now, huh? Hell Fire has been around for years and now you want to join? It doesn't-"
"-I'm not teasing you," you insist, mortified that Eddie was getting annoyed at you, "Okay, I know I'm not the archetype of someone who plays Dungeons and Dragons, but the truth is I want to learn because I want to impress someone I like okay?"
Fuck. You didn't know why you said that. He was definitely going to figure it out now.
"Ooooh, Y/N has a little crush," Eddie smirks, dropping his annoyed expression and going back to a friendly demeanour, "A crush that likes D&D? Who is it?"
"T-they don't go here," you snap, "And, yes he likes D&D- but if you're going to be like this then I can go ask Gareth to teach me-"
"-No! No, it's fine. I'll teach you, don't be like that," Eddie halts you, "You want to learn from the best, right?"
"What's your character name? Eddie the Humble?" you tease.
"Ouch," Eddie feigns hurt, dramatically stumbling into his lockers, "You wound me."
"I do apologise, my Liege," you say with just as much dramatic flare, "Are you free later? Pizza on me. Am I forgiven?"
"You are forgiven. I am very easily swayed by flattery and bribery," Eddie replies, but pauses, "Your place or mine?"
"My place works," you answer, scribbling your address down on the edge of your note book before ripping it and handing it to Eddie, "I have a free house. My parents are out of Hawkins for business, so no bed time for us."
"Free pizza, Dungeons and Dragons, and no bed time? You really know a way to a mans' heart, sweetheart."
"Shut up, Munson," you blush, "See you later. About 7."
"It's a date."
Your heart was beating so fast as you walk away from Eddie, and you can barely believe what had just happened. Eddie Munson was coming to your house. The Eddie Munson. If your middle school self you see you know, they would be screaming out of excitement. You have to call Robin- even if you would be met with a flurry of 'I told you so's, she deserved to know her plan had worked.
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Eddie couldn't believe what had just happened. If it wasn't for the scrap of paper he held between his thumb and index finger, he would've definitely thought he dreamt it. He looked towards your figure, which was disappearing from his sight, then back towards your address. Eddie smiled. 1986 was definitely going to be his year.
"Are we still on for practice later?"
Eddie is that distracted by thoughts of you that he doesn't even realise that Gareth and the rest of Corroded Coffin had appeared behind him.
"Huh?" Eddie asks, before his brain catches up, "Actually no. Gentlemen, I have different plans. Y/N and I-"
"-Finally! You asked her out on a date," Gareth concluded.
"Well no. No, not exactly," Eddie mutters, "But, they asked me to teach them how to play Dungeons and Dragons and I'm going to their place later. So no practice."
"So she asked you?"
"No! Yes- well, technically it's not even a date! You know what, I'm not even going to discuss this anymore- I've got to go freshen up."
"For your date," Gareth teases.
"Fuck you guys!" Eddie huffs, only half annoyed: in reality, he was too happy to be annoyed.
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You laid on your bed, trying not to watch the minutes tick by. It was hard not to: the interaction you had with Eddie went perfectly, and so some part of you was beginning to suspect you had dreamt it and he was never coming. That was stupid. You were just over reacting. He was coming- he was definitely going to show up-
The door bell rings.
"Coming!" you say all but running down the stairs.
You open the door and smile as you are greeted with Eddie, who has a book in one hand and a bag on his shoulder. He was going full teacher mode. You move aside so he can enter and direct him up the stairs to your bedroom.
"Eddie," you smiled, "You made it."
"Wouldn't miss it for the world, princess," he smiles back.
Your heart all but flutters at the nickname.
"First one on the left," you direct as you lock the door behind you and follow him upstairs.
Eddie let out a low whistle as he entered your room. It wasn't what he was expecting. For some reason, he had pictured your room to be pink, full of frills and covered in cute decorations. And, teddy bears. Lots of teddy bears. Okay, so maybe he was just picturing a stereotypical girls room he'd seen in shows and movies, but he was surprised nonetheless when he took in what he saw. Posters: of bands he had actually heard of- and liked. Lots of decoration around- photos of your friends, bands you liked, you as a kid. And a teddy bear. Just one. Eddie looks to you with a smile.
"You have such a cool room!" he exclaims, making himself at home on your bed, "No way! A judas priest poster!"
You roll your eyes, "Don't act so surprised, Munson!"
You take off your jacket, and he eyes the band t shirt that you're wearing.
"And is that a Metallic t shirt? Wore it all for me?"
"No, you ass hole," you jab back, sitting opposite him on the bed, "I just have good taste in music. Have you heard their new song 'Master of Puppets' yet?"
"Heard it?!" Eddie exclaims, gesturing wildly with his hands, "I live and breathe it, sweetheart. I'm learning to play it! Almost got it down!"
"Well, I have to hear it!" you encourage, "Next Dungeons and Dragons lesson is at yours!"
"Inviting yourself round are we? Kind of forward," Eddie flirts, leaning in towards you, "You already want a second lesson? We haven't even had our first."
You try not to give him the satisfaction of blushing.
"Kind of eager," Eddie all but purrs.
"Shut up!" you push back at him, gazing down at his hands where he was leisurely twirling one of his rings before looking back up at him, "You're just happy someone outside of Hell Fire wants to listen to you talk about this game!"
Eddie breaks his gaze, and the tension lowers for a second.
"You're not wrong," Eddie sighs dramatically, before adding, "And it does help that it's you..."
It was your turn to tease him.
"What does that mean?" you pester.
"N-nothing!" Eddie gets flustered, losing his confidence as your stare at him, "Right! Dungeons and Dragons!"
"Dungeons and Dragons."
~~~
Eddie watches you as you fill out your character sheet. He'd give you a run down of all the different types of characters you could be: their roles, their races, their traits. And, then instructed you to create your own character. As he watches you, his thoughts drifted back to why you had invited him here in the first place. You were learning this for a guy. Not him. Some guy. Eddie internally huffs; he'd been trying to get you to notice him for how long? And, now you were learning a whole fantasy realm for some guy. His thoughts spill over to his words.
"So tell me more about your crush," Eddie says, twirling a strand of hair between his fingers.
You look up at him, and are brought back to the white lie you had told Eddie to get him here.
"I've been trying to guess, actually... I know you said he doesn't go to Hawkins, but I thought you might've said that just to throw me off the scent. I can rule a few people out," Eddie muses, "It's not Jason- he wouldn't be caught dead playing-"
"-And Jason is not my type!" you object immediately, your attention completely leaving your character sheet, "Give me some credit. I don't like assholes like that!"
Eddie puts his hands up in surrender.
"What is your type then, sweetheart?"
Your heart beats fast, and you feel like this is now or never. You'd only been crushing on Eddie since middle school. You could tell him. Rip it off like a bandage: just tell him. Just tell Eddie Munson you've been in love with him for yours. Your voice catches, but after a moment you speak.
"I don't know... Uh, I like long hair. Good taste in music. Sweet. Makes me laugh. Brown eyes. Plays in a band," you take a pause, trying not to lose your nerve, "Named Eddie."
Eddie's eyes widen.
"I... What?"
For once, Eddie is silent. This couldn't be real, could it? He'd only been in love with you since he was a young teen. Fuck. 'Tell her you love her! Tell her she's your type too!' Eddie's internal monologue screams. Say something- say anything. But, he couldn't. He lost his voice while he was processing your words, trying to decipher if what you said was a hallucination. Had he finally smoked too much? Your voice brings him from his thoughts.
"The truth is... There is no guy," you confess, avoiding looking at Eddie, "Not really. Well, not another guy. You- you were the guy this whole time, and I just wanted to spend more time with you but I was too much of a coward to ask you out. So I, well Robin suggested it really... I asked you to teach me about D-"
"-You like me?" Eddie interrupts, his eyes wide.
"Yeah. Is that... Is that okay?" you swallow your words, glancing up at him.
"Is that okay?" Eddie repeats, almost laughing at his and your obliviousness, "I've only had a crush on you since we were like twelve!"
"Since middle school?!" you exclaim, "And you didn't say anything?"
"Neither did you," he retorts.
"Fair," you laugh out, not realising how close the two of you had gotten.
"So... Uh-"
"-Can I kiss you?" you interrupt.
"Yes! I mean... Yes," Eddie rambles, only stopping when you press your lips to his.
You pull Eddie closer to you, until you are basically in his lap. Eddie groans into you and his hands finds their way around your waist, and you in turn place your hand on the side of his face, before running it through his hair. God, you loved his hair. You wondered if he would let you pull on it.
Gently, you lean back and look at him.
"Hi," Eddie whispers.
"Hi," you reply smiling.
"So, how long have you been in love with me?"
"Oh shut up," you giggle.
Forever. You'd been in love with him forever.
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What about reader giving Eddie a kiss on his tip before giving him the best sloppy toppy ever?
Love you please don’t leave the Stranger Things fandom❤️
who the hell said i was leaving?? love you too though, and thanks for the request!!💛
You were perched between Eddies spread legs; his jeans were low enough to give you access to his thick cock while his hand gripped the base tightly. He let out a low sigh—giving his cock a slight squeeze as he waited for you to at least start something.
“You could be a little patient, you know,” you suggested.
“And you do know you can move faster,” he countered, and you rolled your eyes before laying flat on your stomach and replacing his hand with yours. Eddie hissed at the new sensation—your hands were slightly cooler, and his balls tightened at the newfound feeling.
“Oh fuck,” he panted. His head was thrown back as he fumbled with the hem of his own shirt. Your eyes hung low as you watched the pretty sight before you. People have always said that the skinny dudes were packing, but you never believed it until you started dating Eddie. His dick was the most beautiful you’ve ever seen. Long and girthy with prominent veins poking out that make your cunt quiver. The tip was big and angry red from the neglect, but other than that, it had always stretched you in the most delightful way. And his ball, ah yes, his balls. So round and so perfect you couldn’t help but bury your face in them whenever you’d blow him.
You licked your lips a few times to moisten them, and they leaned closer to his length. He had finally gotten his shirt off and was now carefully watching your actions. You pursed your lips together and placed a warm wet kiss on his tip before parting your lips to slap his length on the flat of your tongue. Eddie sighed in relief but then frowned his eyebrows.
“Wait, baby, wait,” he chuckled. You pulled away, sat up on your hind legs, and tilted your head. “Did you just kiss my cock?” he finally asked.
“Yeah?” you hesitated. Truthfully you hadn’t realized that you had done it, but the way his cock sat pretty perched up on his round fuzzy balls, you couldn’t help but kiss his cock tenderly.
“I fucking love you,” he admitted, pulling you up into a heated, sloppy kiss. He pulled back to get a good look at you, and you watched as a cocky smirk grew across his face. “Now get back to sucking, slut.” His tone made your pussy throb, and you happily obliged, getting back into position and placing a firm grip around his base.
Eddies face scrunched as his thick length slid up into your slick mouth. The feeling was taking over him, and he couldn’t control himself. Having a tight grip on your hair now, he pushed your head further down for you to take more of him. Your small whimper was drowned out by his loud moan and the fullness of his cock hitting the back of your throat.
“Holy shit, baby,” he panted. “Fuck, you feel so good.” small tears filled your waterline and coated your lashes whenever you blinked. He had held you in place for a bit—lips nearly kissing his balls in the process before he started guiding you on his length. Eddie had only pulled out slightly before he returned to jerking his hips up into you. Your hands held both of his thighs firmly as you tried stabilizing yourself, but it only did so much, and you couldn’t tell if he was getting the hint—so you opted to dig your nails into his skin, and of course, that didn’t work either.
“Shit shit shit. Do that again, baby, do it again,” he commanded, and you reluctantly did it again. He threw his back at the sensation of pain mixed with pleasure. While your hands rested on his thighs, you could feel him tense under your touch. His cock twitched slightly in your mouth, letting you know that he was close.
Eddie held the sides of your head stiffly and thrusted into your warm mouth at a terrifying godspeed pace. Your eye twitched, and your vision blurred when he plunged deeper into your mouth and let his warm load coat the canal. His hand dropped from your head and to his side, and you peered up at him, watching his chest rise and fall rapidly. His eyes grew heavy and dared to close, so you slowly began to bob your head up and down his cock, cleaning what little cum had spilled out.
“Nughhh, fuck,” he whined. Now awake again, he twisted and turned his body, trying to escape your grasp. “It’s sensitive.” but you didn’t listen and sucked him clean. You pulled off of him with a ‘pop,’ and you licked your lips seductively before opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue to show him that the mess was all gone.
“You’re evil. You do know that, right?” he pouted.
“You love it, and so does he,” you smiled before bending down to give his now soft cock and small kiss.
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Prom Queen (Eddie Munson x Reader)
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Requested by @katamcauley
Summary: Eddie and the Reader have been secretly together since Jason forced them into "Seven Minutes in Heaven" as a prank, but now, as Eddie watches Jason and his goons flirt with you, he finds himself not caring who knows you're his.
Warnings: Bullying, Cursing, Spicy Kissing, Sexual Themes, Drug Use (Weed), Mentions of Blood, Sexual Harassment (Nothing Graphic), and Violence (Series Typical).
(I will get a "Read More" cut on this ASAP. I am slowly knocking out requests! Thanks for your patience. Requests are OPEN. Send an ask or comment below to be added to the tag list. I've been thinking of doing full on Seven Minutes/Truth or Dare/Spin the Bottle hcs, so let me know if that's something you want)
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"Jason, stop!" You groaned, trying to keep your feet planted, but the muscley blonde and his laughing friends were easily able to move you.
"Nah, babe. If you like trailer trash so much why don't you spend seven minutes in heaven with it?"
You knew you should've stayed out of it.
But you'd heard his stupid voice all the way from where you were sitting with the cheer squad, that afternoon. And god, it was Max Mayfield, of all people. Jason had been friends with her brother. They were on the same basketball team the year before, and it seemed he was keeping Billy's traditions alive. Patrick yanked her backpack from her arm and rifled through it as Jason grabbed her headphones.
"What the hell is wrong with you!?" She spat as they dumped her bag, papers flying every which way.
"Nothing personal." Jason said coolly, putting on her headphones and studying her Walkman. "We just have to be safe with you trailer park kids. You know how they are. One moment you think everything's fine..." He pulled the tape from the Walkman, tossing it haphazardly to the ground. "And the next? Well they're starting riots and cults! Bringing weapons to school! Stealing from classrooms! Other students, even!" He gave her a sticky sweet smile, "We wouldn't want that."
Max rolled her eyes at his implication, groaning as he crushed the cassette beneath his heel. Patrick tossed her bag to the side, tucking anything he'd found of interest into the pockets of his varsity jacket.
"Just doing our routine checks, freak."
You stood as soon as they were gone, running to help her with her things. "Are you ok? Did they hurt you?"
"No." She groaned, picking at the pieces of her mangled cassette. She cursed under her breath.
"Shit, what happened?"
You looked up to find a brown eyed boy staring back at you, his shaggy dark curls sticking every which way.
"Jason." Max muttered under her breath.
He cursed under his breath and dropped his bag, helping you gather the papers. He paused when he saw Max scooping up the pieces of the crushed cassette.
He sighed, "Who's our casualty?"
Max's head hung a little, running her thumb over a piece of the long tape, pitifully, "Kate Bush."
He gave a sad smile before sitting up and puffing out his chest. He pulled off the bandana he had tied around his forehead, holding it to his heart. "Long live the honorable Kate Bush. Our fallen soldier."
Max fought a smile at his dramatic speech, and he laughed, giving her shoulder a playful shove when he caught her grinning. "Go on, then. Give her a proper burial."
You tapped the papers on the ground to stack them evenly in your hands as Max ran off to toss the broken tape. You stood, and the brown eyed boy passed you Max's backpack with a bright smile. You couldn't help but smile back, blushing a little.
"You'll have to excuse me, Princess. Don't meet Hawkins royalty often." You giggled, rolling your eyes. He held a hand out to you, "I'm Eddie."
You took the handshake, laughing softly at the formality. "Y/N."
"Oh, I know who you are." He's got mischief in his eyes as he looks at you.
You quirked a brow, "Yeah?"
"Oh hell yeah. Everyone knows you, Prom Queen." You blushed at his nickname. "Didn't expect you to be such a sweetheart, though."
You shuffled your feet at bit, eyes scanning the floor shyly. "Why not?"
"It's just the crowd you hang around is all." He reassured. "Didn't peg you as one to be saving lost sheep."
A friend called your name from the cheer table, and you heard giggles and whispers. They were hard to make out, but the word "freak" was unmistakable. You shot them a dirty look, your expression melting into sympathy as you turned back to Eddie.
He rolled his eyes, shrugging, and gave you a knowing smile. "I'll see you around, L/N."
You watched him walk away, giving Max her bag and mussing her hair before jogging over to Hellfire.
Jason, obviously, had found out about the interaction.
He held your face, now, as he patronized you. "My girl wants to be friends with the freaks, huh? Fine by me, baby. I'll let you get real acquainted with one another."
You groaned, rolling your eyes "Christ, Jason. I'm not your girl. Leave me the hell alone."
You thrashed your arms and kicked, but it was no use. Jason shoved the door open and threw you inside, slamming it again.
You landed on your ass in Jason's bedroom, staring up at a bewildered Eddie Munson.
"Jesus, are you ok?" He knelt beside you, giving you his arm to help you up.
Your legs were shakey, but in an odd way, the sight of him relaxed you a little. "W-What are you doing here?"
He clutched his chest. "What, you assume I wasn't invited? I'm wounded, Princess."
You rolled your eyes as he sat with you on the bed.
"I thought I was dealing for the party." He sighed. "But then when I got here they shoved me in here and locked the door." He laughed humorously, "I gotta say, I can't tell you how fucking relieved I am to see you. Thought they were gonna beat the shit out of me and hide my body or something. "
You sighed, "Well hopefully Seven Minutes in Heaven beats that."
He crawled further up onto the mattress, crossing his legs lazily and propping his arms behind his head. "You know, I always thought Jason hated me, but now, he's going around locking me in rooms with pretty girls. I guess he's warming up to me." You snorted, his friendliness relaxing you, and your eyes fell to the floor shyly. He stared at you warmly, "I suppose he's more using me as the punishment this time though, huh? Spend some time with the freak and if you make it out alive, you can sit at the popular table?"
Your heart sank. He seemed so exasperatedly resigned to it all. As if it were just another Tuesday.
"I don't think it's a punishment." You countered his deprecating words, crossing your arms.
He gave a lazy smile, chewing on his necklace passively, "No?"
You shook your head with a smile, peering at him over your shoulder.
"He really is a meathead, you know." You tested the waters carefully, holding his gaze. "He locks me in a room with a pretty boy and expects me to be upset about it? Ridiculous."
Eddie froze, a shit eating grin tugging at his pretty lips. "You're flirting with me."
You smirked, blushing. "You started it."
"Maybe," He crawled closer, sitting behind you on the bed with your body turned to face him, "But you liked it enough to keep it going."
The air was thick with tension now. He was close enough for you to see the faint spattering of freckles on his nose. A tiny scar at his temple. "How much time do we have left?"
He grinned, "Why do you ask? You got somewhere to be?"
"I'd just rather not have Jason Carver walk in on me jumping your bones."
"Oh, is that what you're gonna do?" He chuckled when you blushed, a hand coming up to hold your chin. "I've gotta disagree with you there. I think that's an ideal senario, really."
You laughed so sweetly he couldn't help but grin.
"You didn't have anything to drink, did you?" His voice is soft, nose nudged against yours. It felt like electricity in your veins as his lips teasingly grazed your own. You shook your head no. "Good."
When he kissed you it was like liquid warmth spreading through you. He tasted sweet and tart, like he'd been eating Jolly Ranchers before you happened to dropped in, and he smelled like green apples and good weed. His curls tickled your cheeks ever so slightly as you let his hands slide over your neck to cradle your face against his. You moaned softly, your tongue grazing his, and he cursed against you. He was needy and messy, nipping and sucking at your lips when you laced your fingers in his hair and tugged gently. He made a delicious sound at that, reaching blindly for your thighs and pulling you up into his lap. He held you, his hands drifting beneath your shirt to rub your back. You whined his name breathlessly.
"Fuck, Hey..." He hummed against you , your breath was shakey when he as he pulls back to look at you. He was gorgeous...all kiss bitten and smiley.
"Now, as eager as I am for you to jump my bones, tiger..." He pecked your lips again, chastely, as if he couldn't help it. "I think you 'ought to let me take you home first."
You frowned, "Home?"
He grinned, giving your thighs a little pat with one last kiss, signaling for you to stand. You did, though relucatantly, and Eddie wandered over to the window.
"Like you said..." He smiled at you, easily pulling up on the frame and opening the window. "Meathead."
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It had been Eddie's idea to keep it a secret. If it had been up to you, you would have been making out with him in the halls like every other god forsaken couple at Hawkins High.
You'd wanted to sit with him at lunch. Watch Hellfire do their thing. Go see his band play. And while this made Eddie's heart sprout little wings and fly around in his chest, he knew better.
"You...God, you have no idea how much I want that." He whined, burying his face in your neck. You were laid out on his bed with him, sharing a joint as you rambled.
He pressed kisses to the crook of your neck and you squirmed when they tickled, grinning at him, "Then let me come, stupid." You mussed his curls playfully and he gave a croaky laugh.
"You know you I can't do that, Prom Queen."
You rolled your eyes, blowing smoke up towards the roof of the trailer. "Why not?"
"Babe." He held your chin as you looked up at him, "He heard a rumor that you had a single conversation with me and he shoved you on your ass and locked you in a room with a stranger." You frowned, knowing deep down he was right. "God, you have know idea how much I want to show you off. Kiss you whenever I want. Especially when you're walking around in that little cheer skirt. Like, holy fuck, are you trying to kill me?"
You laughed, rolling your eyes.
"But I'm not going to let those assholes make your life hell because of me. Trust me. I'm not worth it."
"Fuck off." You whined at his self-deprecating words. "You're worth everything."
He smiled, crooning down to graze your lips, "Everything huh?"
"More than everything. Everything and then even more on top of that. Have you ever seen Carrie?"
He nodded, looking amused, and laid the burnt end of the joint in an ashtray.
"That's the kind of shit I'd put up with for you."
He laughed loudly, "Aw babe...I can't believe you'd become a blood thirsty telekinetic monster for me." He clutches his heart in faux sentiment.
"Any day, Munson."
His arms wrapped around your waist and he sighed, rolling onto his back so you were laying atop him. "Well as much as I appreciate the offer..." he combed his fingers through your hair, and you nearly purred. "I'm not letting anyone give my Prom Queen a pig's blood bath."
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Mike had been rambling about El for nearly fourty five minutes, now. He'd just gotten a new letter from her and he was over the moon, relaying to the group all of her stories about Jonathan and Will and Rink-o-Mania, Lucas and Dustin interjecting every so often to gush over Suzie and Max. Eddie was trying to listen. He really was. But his eyes kept getting lost in the thick rule book he'd propped up in front of his throne. He sighed softly, picking up one of his tiny silver figures to toy with it while the boys talked.
"Are we gonna play?" He finally groaned, his leg swung over the arm of his throne lazily. "You guys have been rambling like idiots in love for a half hour."
"Aw, are you jealous, Munson?" Mike teased with faux sympathy. "Don't worry, buddy. You'll find someone someday."
"Nah man." Eddie smirked, picking at his fingernails. "I'm off the market. Don't get me wrong, you guys are cute and all. I've just heard so much about these Señoritas that I think I know them better than you do at this point."
Lucas paused, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his chair. "What do you mean you're off the market?"
"Don't worry Sinclair. There's plenty of me to go around." He spread his arms goofily, grinning.
Dustin looked unimpressed, "You expect us to believe you've got a girl?"
"Not a girl, Henderson. A woman."
Mike rolled his eyes, "He's lying."
Eddie scoffed, "Come on, man. You're allowed to to have a girlfriend that's just casually a superhero, but the moment I have a girlfriend at all? That's when you call bullshit?"
"Who is she?"
Lucas countered, crossing his arms.
Eddie paused, debating if he should tell them. "Y/N L/N."
The table groaned, sending Eddie into a fit of laughter.
"Sureeee."
"Come off it, Eds."
"Whatever man."
Eddie rolled his eyes, crossing his arms behind his head, "When have I ever lied to you guys huh? I don't have to prove myself to you little assholes."
Lucas shook his head. "A girlfriend is one thing, Eddie. A cheerleader girlfriend? That's another. But Y/N L/N? Dude...that's something else entirely."
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You gasped, throwing your elbows and struggling when someone came up behind you and wrapped their arms around your waist in the empty hallway. Your hallpass fluttered to the ground. "Get your hands off of me, assho-"
Their arms loosened, "Oh come on, angel, I know I'm no Prince Charming, but I thought you liked me better than that."
You froze, immediately turning and throwing your arms around the curly haired, brown eyed boy in front of you. "Eds..."
He held your waist with one arm, rubbing your back with the other. "Hey, I've got you. I didn't mean to scare you, baby. Is something going on?" His brow furrowed with concern, cradling your face.
You buried your face in his chest, voice muffled. "I'm sorry." You fought to catch your breath, hands shaking with adrenaline. "Jason and some other idiots from the basketball team. They always flirt, but they've been...touchy, today." You swallowed thickly. "They've been following me around like dogs."
"Hold up, touchy? They put their hands on you?" Anger flashed in his eyes as he looked you over, protectively. "They've pulled shit like that? Running up and grabbing you?"
"They've only held me like that once," You croak. "Normally they just push me back up against the lockers."
Eddie's face hardened, his jaw clenching. His lip trembled, and you could tell he was hiding rage just beneath the surface. He nodded, pulling you close to hug you against his chest. He kissed your forehead. "If this happens again, you tell me. You come tell me right away, ok? You did the right thing. If they put hands on you like that again I want you to do exactly what you did just a minute ago. Just swing your arms and kick like hell alright?"
You nodded, looking up and him, and he pecked your lips, mussing your hair. "I'm not gonna let them touch you again, ok?"
Again, you nodded, and hugged him tightly, enjoying the familiar smell and feel of him again before you heard a door open down the hall, and you jumped apart.
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"What's wrong, Eds? Things getting rocky with the ole imaginary girlfriend?" Mike sat his tray down beside Eddie, but he couldn't take his eyes off of Jason Carver's table. The more he thought about it, the more anger he felt.
Sure, Jason had always had some sort of sick fascination with you, but if this was happening to you, it was happening to other girls too.
Eddie's stomach churned.
His gaze immediately turned to you when he saw you walking back to the cheer table with your lunch, sitting beside Chrissy Cunningham.
He felt a little twinge of relief, seeing you snug in between two of your friends at the table. He took a few bites of his food, trying to pay attention to what his friends were debating about this time.
His muscles tightened when he saw you stand from the table, presumably, to throw away your trash and return your lunch tray. Jason stood with his tray as well, closely followed by two of his goons. Eddie's jaw clenched, and he quickly turned to watch the scene more closely.
"What's he riled up about, this time?" Gareth muttered. The other boys laughed, taking teasing jabs, but Eddie didn't process a word of it at this point.
He watched Jason like a hawk as the blonde muttered something to his friends, pointing over at you. Eddie shot up from the lunch table.
You'd just put your tray down when you felt someone come up behind you, grabbing your waist. You gasped, feeling Patricks hot breath on your neck. "Why don't we go find a spot under the bleachers and you can show my friends and I what you wear under that pretty uniform?"
You struggled, just like Eddie told you, but Patrick shoved you foward into Andy's chest.
Eddie sprinted across the room, elbowing through the crowds as panic bubbled in his stomach. "Hey!"
You took a step back, but Andy's hands were already grabbing your hips. You shoved your fists against his chest. "Aw, Don't be like that. It won't do any good. I like it when girls play hard to g-"
A fist found Andy's jaw, and he fell backwards, pulling you down with him. Eddie gathered you quickly from the floor up into his arms, his eyes looking you up and down for any sign that they'd hurt you. "You okay?"
You nodded, tears in your eyes, and Eddie held you close, letting you cling to his chest as Andy stood up again, looking pissed.
"What the hell is wrong with you, you freak?" He spat, nose starting to bleed.
"What's wrong with me? You're the one feeling up my girlfriend in the middle of the goddamn lunch room!"
The room seemed to freeze, laughter breaking out slowly across the tables. Hellfire was on its feet, every single member watching with their jaw dropped.
"Girlfriend..." Jason scoffed, wandering over. "You really are nuts aren't you?"
Eddie swallowed thickly. You could feel him trembling. "I'm going to tell you this one time, Carver. So, you better get it through your thick fucking skull."
The room went quiet again. Jason crossed his arms over his chest, looking amused.
"If I see you lay a goddamn finger on another girl in this school, I will personally beat in every pearly little tooth in your fucking mouth."
There was a long silence. You'd never heard Eddie's voice so dark.
"You understand me?" His breathing was heavy with anger.
Jason rolled his eyes, chuckling. "Jesus, Y/N. Tell this freak you're not his. I think he's been playing pretend a little too much with his boyfriends. It seems to have gotten to his head."
There was a long silence. Eddie wasn't sure what you would do. In a way, he would understand if you did tell him to fuck off. The whole damn school was watching, now.
Trembling, you took Eddie's chin, turning him to look at you. His eyelashes fluttered, giving you silent permission, and you pulled him down into a sweet, comforting, long overdue kiss.
The silence dissipated into shocked murmurs, and Jason watched in horrified confusion as Eddie pecked your lips one last time before turning to look at him.
"Like I said...Hands off."
He slid his arm around your waist, squeezing your hand comfortingly as he walked you over to the Hellfire table. The boys were silent, staring at the two of you like you had three heads.
"Boys, I'd like you to meet Lady L/N...Newest member of the Hellfire Club."
Dustin stared, jaw still slack with amazement. "Eddie..."
Eddie's brow raised expectantly.
"That was...so fucking metal, dude."
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Can you write about Eddie dad, like he buys his kid his first guitar? But he has to sell sweetheart to get it? But the reader gets sweetheart back with her engagement ring and then Eddie is like where is your ring???
Just an FYI the baby's name is Asher.
Eddie always knew his child would end up loving music, when you two found out you were expecting he started to play music to your bump as it grew, when your baby boy was finally here with you two Eddie was the only one who was able to make him fall asleep as he sung to him.
It's been years of singing to him, of playing the guitar with him that lead to Asher asking for his own guitar for his birthday. You and Eddie talked about it and decided that seven was old enough for him to start learning how to play.
Eddie was over the moon that his son wanted to play the guitar...he was also heartbroken knowing that you two couldn't afford a nice guitar for him just yet. You both agreed to pick up more hours at work and to save as much as possible in the next few months leading to Asher's birthday. He never wanted to have to pinch pennies now that Asher is old enough to notice slight changes that comes with having to save money.
It was a few weeks before Asher's birthday and he was so excited, all he can talk about was his rockstar themed birthday party. You were busy getting everything ready that you haven't had time yet to talk to Eddie about the guitar and Eddie took that to his advantage. One day you took Asher to the party supply store to pick out whatever he wanted and Eddie quickly went to the pawn shop.
It hurt his heart having to sell his sweetheart but it broke his being knowing that Asher wasn't on the path of getting a guitar with how much you've been able to save. You've cut back on everything. You saved as much as you possible could for the past few months and it wasn't enough. Eddie saw how much you were upset over knowing Asher probably wasn't getting a guitar anytime soon and as he thinks about you and his baby boy he knew he had to sell his sweetheart to make his sweethearts happy.
You got back to the house with bags full of party supplies and a very happy six year old. "Mama can I call grandpa! I want tell him bout the party theme!" You laugh feeling you heart swells hearing how excited your baby was and you allowed him to call his grandpa as you put away the party supplies to be used later. As you were putting things away you noticed your husband missing. Soon after noticing this Eddie walks through the door with the excuse of Dustin asking for help with the upcoming campaign. You shrug it off without thinking of anything.
When it's time to tuck Asher into bed he asks Eddie to play a song. You see Eddie tense up and stutter out an excuse of his throat hurting slightly. It takes Asher a little longer to fall asleep that night.
It's two days before Asher's birthday when you pull Eddie to the side to ask about the guitar. "I think we have just enough for a cheap guitar for him" you mutter when Eddie sighs, "Actually...." he mumbles and winces as your focus snaps towards him. "Actually?" You question making him nod. "Isoldsweetheart" he says as quickly as possible. You glare at him playfully, "Munson you know I can't understand you" you say playfully, he takes a deep breath and says it again. "I...I sold sweetheart" Your eyes widen and your breathing hitches. "YOU WHAT?!?!" You nearly scream as he covers your mouth, "Baby don't yell you'll wake Ash" you nod and he uncovers your mouth and sighs again.
"I sold sweetheart. I don't want to give him a shitty guitar for his first one and I can always get a cheap one later to replace her." He tries to justify his actions as you shake your head, "Baby you love that guitar" He shrugs, "I sold it. That's the end of that but I want to get him a true guitar. One that he'll grow up with." All you can do is nod knowing there is no point in arguing.
Eddie was in charge of getting the guitar, you knew nothing about them so he went to his work and got what he deemed worthy enough for his baby. While he was getting the guitar you dropped Asher off at Wayne's to go get sweetheart back. You can tell Eddie is upset with the lost and so is Asher even if he doesn't know that sweetheart is actually gone just yet. You found out where Eddie sold the guitar at and went over with the only expensive thing you owned...your engagement ring.
Today Asher woke up with so much knowing that today was his party. You were in such a rush that you forgot all about sweetheart and your ring. While you were setting up the tables Eddie was setting up all the presents for Asher to be open later in the day. He looked over at you and smiled seeing you talking to Asher trying to lay out the table cloth. He goes over to you two so he can help you out but then something makes him stop in his tracks. "Where is your ring?" Hearing his voice makes you stop in your tracks. "Baby. Where is your ring??" You can hear the confusing and the panic in his voice, you turn to see him and you swallow the lump in your throat before trying to explain yourself.
"Well I...I got sweetheart back..." You mutter making his eyes widen. "You did not sell your ring. You loved that ring!" You nod trying to calm him, "I did but baby I told you before I don't need a ring! I always just wanted our matching bands" He shakes his head but before he can argue back everyone shows up for the party. "We aren't done talking about this." He says before going to greet everyone.
The party is coming to an end when it's time for Asher to open his big present. Seeing his eyes light up and hearing his shouts of excitement made it all worth it. What made it even more worth it was seeing him and Eddie play their guitar together.
A few months later when your birthday came around you were surprised by your baby boy playing one of your favorite songs on his new guitar, and by your other baby giving you a new engagement ring that he made you promise to never get rid of.
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slipping through his fingers
Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Ex!Reader AU
Summary: You’ve only wanted the best for Eddie, even if that means you’re no longer in his life.
Word Count: 5.4k+
Warnings: language, ANGST ANGST ANGST GALORE (I’m so sorry) with a happy ending
Author’s Note: this has been brewing in my drafts for a week. I’m so excited for you guys to read this! Just a few notes: this takes place in 1991 so Eddie’s 25 and the reader is 24! Also listen to love of my life by harry styles to get the full angsty experience. Please, please, PLEASE let me know what you think! Enjoy xoxo
The moment you step into the bar, you realize how much you regret agreeing to go on a double date with Annie, her boyfriend, and their friend they’ve been wanting to set you up with for the last several weeks.
The bar is way too crowded. You just want to go home and watch some trashy show before going to bed. Your day was especially long today at the hospital and the last thing you wanted was to sit in a crowded bar packed like sardines.
You know you can’t get out of the date. You can’t even pretend to be sick when your best friend knows it’s a fat lie. You just don’t want to be here in this shitty bar with shitty beer and shitty food.
Biting back the sigh threatening to spill from your throat, Annie drags you by the hand through the sea of people to a high top near the stage. She pulls away when she sees Malcolm sitting beside who you can only assume is your date for the night. You hate to admit it, but he’s incredibly handsome.
He’s muscular with thick arms and a broad chest. His face has a perfectly manicured beard and he has the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen. His hazelnut-colored hair is styled to perfection and he grins when Annie approaches.
Trailing behind her, you watch Annie kiss Malcom’s cheek affectionately and you stand awkwardly beside a chair. Heat creeps up your ears when the handsome stranger waves at you and you feel like the smile you try and fake turns into a grimace instead. You were already getting off on the wrong foot with this man.
Annie shrieks your name and pulls you towards the table, effectively towards the man across from you. “Seth, this is my best friend,” Annie introduced the two of you, grinning like crazy. You watch the handsome stranger —Seth— stick his hand out for you in a kind introduction. You shake his hand delicately and slide into the chair beside him, facing the stage. You shrug off your jacket and rest your purse on your lap.
“I’ve heard a lot about you!” Seth yelled over the music with a smile. “You’re a nurse, right?”
You nod in reply and glance over at Malcolm. He hops off his chair and hurries over to the bar, ordering drinks for you and Annie. “Yeah! How do you know Annie and Malcom?” you asked over the music.
“I’ve known Malcolm since we were kids. Annie’s doesn’t really stray far from him, as I’m sure you know.”
You smile at his answer and laugh, nodding along. They’ve been together for three years now. You try not to remind yourself of the time when they first started dating. It was the worst time of your life, having gone through an awful breakup.
“Thanks for humoring Annie and meeting me. I know you would probably rather be anywhere but in a crowded bar waiting for a band to play with a guy you just met.”
“There’s a band playing tonight?” you asked, sipping on your beer. “Annie didn’t tell me.”
Seth grins. “Yeah. It’s some heavy metal band Malcolm and I have been listening to over the last couple years. They’re really talented and they’ve gotten really successful.”
You laugh, quirking a brow at him. “Are you one of their groupies?” you teased.
A soft blush covers his cheeks and he ducks his head down to hide his smile from you. Seth runs a hand through his hair and scratches the back of his neck bashfully. He shakes his head. “No, just a big fan.”
“What’s the band called? Should I start listening to them after tonight?”
“Corroded Coffin.”
You choke on your beer and the wind is knocked out of you. Seth’s eyes widen and he rests a hand on your shoulder. “Are you okay?”
Your head spins and you tug at the neck of your blouse, attempting to relieve the tightness in your neck. Your breathing sputters and you stumble off your chair. Annie’s brows pinch together, worry etched across her face.
Grabbing your purse, you hurry through the crowd towards the bathroom. Annie yells after you as you storm into the bathroom, clutching at the counter. The door pushes open and Annie stands in front of you apologetically. She smiles sheepishly and scratches the back of her neck.
“Why didn’t you tell me he was going to be here performing?” you asked her with a frown.
“I knew if I told you, you wouldn’t want to come on the date,” Annie admitted.
“You’re damn right I wouldn’t,” you hissed. “It’s been three years since I’ve seen him and you know how bad our break up was.”
“I know, but like you said, it’s been three years. You’ve moved on, Eddie’s in your past. Can you please come back to the table? Seth really likes you.”
You let out a childish huff and roll your eyes at your best friend. Washing your hands, you leave the bathroom and return to the table. You didn’t care that it’s been three years since the last time you saw Eddie. Every now and then your mind wanders back to him if you let yourself reminisce on the past.
You wonder what he’s been up to over the last three years. When you were together, the band started to take off. They performed at bars and clubs across San Diego nearly every night until a music producer offered to sign them to his record company after one of the sold out shows at a nearby theater.
You were ecstatic, thrilled that Eddie and the band were finally getting the recognition they deserved. Their hard work was finally paying off. They didn’t have to rely on their minimum wage jobs anymore to make a living. They were pursuing their dreams to be rockstars.
Their first tour was a major success, even though they performed in smaller venues across the west coast. They were itching to make it big, even though it took time. You always admired Eddie’s drive to succeed. He never took no for an answer and it got him far in life.
You would go to his shows on the weekends when your schedule allowed. You hated that you couldn’t spend as much time with him as before. You were busy with school and your clinical rounds at the hospital to go weeks on end touring with Eddie.
You wanted a career of your own, which Eddie understood, but the days, weeks, and some times months apart started to put a strain on your relationship. Every phone call you exchanged grew shorter and shorter with each day. When Eddie wouldn’t answer, there was a hole in your heart in the shape of him.
You missed how things were before Corroded Coffin rose to fame. You missed visiting the autobody shop Eddie used to work at and surprising him with lunch. You missed the excitement you felt whenever you snuck him into your dorm room at night. You missed feeling like a priority to him.
Your relationship fell apart on a Wednesday night. You begged Eddie for a date night the night before. You hadn’t had alone time together in a while and you couldn’t remember the last time you went on a date. You bought a brand-new outfit for the occasion and a racy lingerie set as a surprise for him. Eddie promised to meet you at the restaurant when they were done recording, but he never showed up.
The embarrassment you felt as you waited for him for nearly an hour would always stay with you. The pitying stares and soft smiles sent in your direction burned the back of your head as you drank yourself stupid to try and mask the pain you felt.
You left soon after you finished the bottle of wine you bought and hailed a cab home. When you walked through the front door to your apartment, Annie was surprised to see you home so early. You told her you wouldn’t be home until the morning because you planned on spending the night over at Eddie’s apartment.
The moment the door shuts behind you, you drop your purse to the ground and cry pathetically. Annie coaxes you to the couch and pulls you into her arms. You cry against her shoulder, ruining the makeup you perfected just for the date. Your mascara smears and you stain Annie’s t-shirt with your foundation.
Between your sobs, you tell her everything. You tell her how long you waited for Eddie at the restaurant until you made the decision to leave and come home. Your fingers cling to the blanket splayed across her lap as you voice what you’ve been trying to ignore: Eddie’s pulling away from you and you’re no longer a priority of his.
You suppose that you’re also to blame for the fall of your relationship. You and Eddie have been dating for the last four years and fell into a routine when you made the decision to go to California for school to be closer to Eddie. He was thrilled when you told him you would be coming with, and when you made it to California, you hadn’t expected for things to change so drastically between the two of you.
You thought it was going to be easy. It’s you and Eddie. It’s always been the two of you together. Who are you without each other? He’s your other half, your soulmate, the person you can’t live without, but you came to the stunning realization that the dreams you shared about starting your lives together in the future weren’t shared by him. Eddie chased his dream to be a star and left you behind.
For as long as you’ve been together, you were always on the same path. You and Eddie were going the same direction and then you slowly started to divert away from each other. You were holding him back and you only wanted the best for him. As much as you wanted to stay together because it’s what you know and what you’re used to, you have to let Eddie go.
You want different things now. You want something secure, tangible, something of what you had when things were easier and you didn’t feel second best. Eddie would always want more for the band and he would do anything to get it. You wouldn’t get in the way of his dreams.
Wiping away your tears, you let out a shaky breath and walk to the bathroom to take a warm shower. When you’re done getting ready for the night, you lay in bed and stare at the ceiling. Tears threaten to spill over your cheeks and there’s a soft knock on your bedroom door.
“Eddie’s here,” Annie murmured, poking her head through your door. “I can tell him you’re asleep if you don’t want to see him.”
“No, no, that’s okay,” you sighed, kicking your sheets off your legs and climbing out of bed.
Walking down the hall to the front door, you open it and slip outside. Eddie smiles sheepishly at you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand. He rocks back on his heels anxiously and bends down to kiss your cheek.
“I’m so sorry I missed date night,” he apologized. “I lost track of time and Jeff came up with this incredible song idea for the next album and we just had to finish it. I can’t wait—”
“Eddie, stop,” you interrupted firmly, pushing a hand against his chest in order to create space between the two of you. Eddie’s soft smile crumbles and turns into a frown instead. He reaches out to touch you and you take a step away from him. The silence weighs heavily on your shoulders and you let out a huff. There’s no point in delaying the inevitable. If you didn’t do it now, it would only make things harder. “I think we should break up.”
Your heart drops to the depths of your stomach as the words escape your mouth. Your throat tightens and you feel like there’s cotton in your cheeks. The words hang over Eddie like a dark cloud as he digests your words. You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from crying. It’s like you punched Eddie in the gut with the wounded look across his face. He hadn’t expected you to break up with him.
“W-What?” he stuttered as tears glossed over his eyes. “I know I’ve been distant lately, but it’s only because we have the album to work on and tour coming up soon. I can ask David to cut our schedule in half if you’re worried about the distance. I know I haven’t been putting a lot of effort into our relationship lately, but I’m willing to work on it. We can cut some of our hours in the studio so that I—”
“Eddie, stop,” you said again through your tears. You bite your bottom lip and turn to look down the hall of your apartment to avoid looking at him. “I’m not going to ask you to do that. I don’t want to get in the way of your success. I’m holding you back and I don’t want to make you choose.”
“You’re not,” he pleads, closing the gap between you and holding your face between his hands. Eddie rests his forehead against yours as the tears slide down both your cheeks. “You’re the reason why I’m so successful. I wouldn’t be where I am without your love and support. I’m nothing without it. I’m sorry if I make you feel unimportant. I’ve been so wrapped up in Corroded Coffin that I’ve lost sight of you… of us and you’re the best part of my life. Please don’t let us go.”
You blow out a shaky breath and close your eyes momentarily, basking in Eddie’s loving embrace one last time. His rough, calloused fingers brush against your soft cheeks and you breathe him in. The scent of weed, a deep musk, and tobacco fills your nose. You sniff quietly and swallow hard.
“It’s… it’s better this way. You get to live your dream without me holding you back. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I let you throw your career away in order to be with me. What kind of person would that make me if I did? I have to let you go. I’m sorry,” you whispered through your tears, pulling away from him for the last time. You wipe away your tears with the back of your hand and look at Eddie’s warm brown eyes. They’re broken with tears as he looks at you. “Goodbye, Eddie.”
You turn your back towards him and sneak back into your apartment. Shutting the door behind you, you run to your room and cry yourself to sleep.
“Hey, are you okay?” Seth asked, resting a gentle hand on your shoulder when you return to the table. His bright, blue eyes stare at you curiously.
You laugh nervously and nod in reply. “Yeah, sorry. I think I just ate something funny before I came here,” you lied, downing the rest of your beer. “I’m getting another beer, do you want one?”
Seth nods and you hurry to the bar to grab two drinks. When you walk back to the table and slide into your seat, the house lights dim and the crowd cheers. You hold your breath as the silhouettes of the band appear against the backdrop on the stage before they walk out one at a time.
You feel 18 again when Eddie steps on stage. You suddenly feel like you’re back in Hawkins at the Hideout watching Eddie perform for the first time. You can’t help the look of awe that paints your face as you stare at Eddie.
The three years apart did him well. He’s dressed in a loose fitted t-shirt and his arms are incredibly muscular. Tattoos of all kinds paint his skin and his long hair sits messily on his shoulders. The longer you stare at Eddie, the faster your heart races. Your throat goes dry and blood rushes to the tips of your ears.
You watch with rapt intensity as Eddie walks to the center of the stage. He picks up his guitar and glances back at Gareth. He hits his drumsticks together three times before the thundering sound of Eddie’s guitar roars through the bar. You see Seth glance at you with a grin in the corner of your eye.
You never thought you would see Eddie again. You hadn’t imagined watching him perform again either. You feel like you were stuck in a dream. This was your brain’s way of mocking you. It was a constant reminder that you made the biggest mistake of your life by breaking up with him. It would haunt you forever and you couldn’t dream up what if scenarios had things been different.
By the look on Eddie’s face as he makes his way through the set list, you know you made the right decision. He belonged up on stage. It’s where he thrived. It’s what he was always meant to do. Eddie was always meant to be a rockstar.
It only confirmed what you know to be true: you would’ve held Eddie back had you stayed together. You wonder for a brief second if he’s ever grateful that you broke up with him all those years ago. Who’s to say what would’ve happened if Eddie did ask for the schedule to be cut in half to make more time for you? He probably wouldn’t be here had he done it.
“Can we turn the house lights on for just a second?” Eddie asked into the mic as he took a sip of water. “I want to see the beautiful crowd!” the bar patrons and fans alike cheer and the lights turn on seconds later.
Eddie squints at the harsh light filling the room. His eyes scan the bar and he laughs, “I see why the lights are off,” he teased as the crowd laughs at his joke. You don’t bother trying to hide the smile on your face. You watch him look over the audience and then his eyes find yours and you feel time stop.
Your heart thunders against your chest as Eddie sees you for the first time in three years. His eyes widen in shock as he stares at you in disbelief. His doe, brown eyes fill with surprise and awe, his mouth slightly a gap.
Warmth flushes up your neck and across your face the longer he stares at you. You shrink into your chair and smile bashfully at him with a small wave. You ignore the worrying glance Annie gives you and the look of confusion across Seth and Malcolm’s faces.
Eddie stutters into the microphone and tears his eyes away from you. His cheeks flush a deep red and he scratches the back of his neck anxiously. “Uh… anyway!” he said, “It’s been a pleasure being with you all tonight. This is our last song of the night.”
The house lights turn off in favor of the stage lights and the bass thunders against your chest. You feel like you can barely breathe through the entirety of the song. Your ears ring from the loud noise and the sound of Eddie singing in your ear.
When the song ends, they all wave and bow towards the audience as the crowd claps for them. They leave in a cloud of smoke and the lights turn on again. A sigh of relief leaves your throat and you lean back in your chair, taking a large gulp of your second beer of the night. Annie reaches across the table and squeezes your hand.
“You okay?” she asked gently.
You nod, swallowing the alcohol in your throat. “I’m fine, Annie,” you answered.
“Do you… do you know the lead singer?” Seth asked you with a curious gaze.
You swallow hard, considering how to answer. “You could say that,” you really hoped with your short and incredibly vague answer that Seth would drop the subject altogether, but it’s Annie who comes to your rescue.
“Malcolm and I were going to head to his place,” she offers, “would you crazy kids like to take the party there?”
“No, thank though. I’ll finish my beer and head home,” you declined with a polite smile.
“I’ll stay too,” Seth replied.
“You don’t have to,” you told him. “I don’t want to ruin the fun. You can go with; I’ll survive on my own.”
Seth smiles gently at you. “Why would I go when the party’s staying with you?”
God, was that corny. You try and refrain from wincing at him. You hug Annie and Malcolm goodbye and watch them disappear out the door. You really hoped that Seth would’ve gone with them. You wanted to be left alone and wallow in your own self-pity. You weren’t in the mood to be on a date anymore.
You turn your head to the direction of the stage door when you hear it creak open. Gareth, Jeff, and Eddie spill out the back and into the bar. They’re grinning like idiots and as they attempt to walk to the bar counter, Eddie’s immediately surrounded by a small group of women. A bitter smile reaches across your face. It’s good to know that some things haven’t changed since you saw each other last.
Gareth and Jeff squeeze past them and make a bee-line to the bar. The older patrons sitting at the counter shake their hands and congratulate them on their good performances as beers slide into each of their hands. With their backs to the bar, they stare out into the crowd and Jeff’s eyes light up when they land on you. You watch him nudge Gareth in the side and nod towards you before they walk the small distance from the bar to your table.
“It’s so good to see you!” Jeff gushed, pulling you in for a hug you weren’t expecting. He leans back with his hands on your shoulders to get a better look at you. “This is such a nice surprise. How have you been?”
Your once hesitant smile turns genuine at your old friend’s greeting. It was nice to see them, despite everything you’d gone through with Eddie. Gareth and Jeff had been your friends once, but you cut them off too when you broke up with Eddie. It was too painful to be around them when you knew Eddie was nearby.
Jeff steps away from you and allows Gareth the opportunity to greet you with a hug. It’s warm and tight and reminds you of home.
“I’m good. You guys were incredible as always,” you trailed off, “Eddie, too.”
They smile apologetically at you and it feels weird to have his name leave your mouth after all these years. You talk quietly and politely introduce Seth to your old friends.
“How do you guys know each other?” Seth asked with intrigue.
“We went to high school together,” Gareth answered.
Seth nods and you talk quietly amongst yourselves and catch up for several minutes before your old friends are pulled away by a group of fans. You wave goodbye to them and turn back to your beer. It remained mostly untouched through the entirely of Corroded Coffin’s set. You take a long sip and resist the urge to look over at Eddie.
“Did you want to go to your place or mine after this?” Seth asked with a sly grin, reaching across the small space between you and squeezing your thigh.
You brush his hand off you and blench at him. You hop off your chair and it screams under the hardwood floor. “You seem like a nice guy, Seth, but I’m really not interested. The only reason I came was because Annie asked me to, not because I wanted to,” you replied honestly, shrugging your purse over your shoulder.
Seth frowns at your blatant rejection. He hadn’t expected you to say no. “You’re joking, right?” you shook your head. Seth’s once gorgeous face turns down into a sneer the longer he stares at you. “You’re an ugly bitch anyways. I don’t know why Malcolm insisted on meeting you.”
You glare at him and your hand wraps around the glass of beer you abandoned as you splash the liquid on his face. Gasps of surprise fill your ears but you’re so enraged to notice all the eyes on you. “If I’m such an ugly bitch,” you hissed under your breath, “why did you want to sleep with me, asshole?”
You slam the empty glass on the table just as security is about to escort you out. “I’m going!” you yelled. “There’s no need to escort me out, I know where the door is.”
You storm out of the bar into the crisp night air. Your heart beats wildly against your chest and you can’t help but cry tears of shame, embarrassment, but most importantly regret, on the walk home.
You stop in your tracks when you hear Eddie’s unmistakable voice chasing after you. You did not want Eddie Munson to see you cry after not seeing each other for three years. You pinch your nose and square your shoulders as he approaches you from behind.
“Are you okay? I saw what happened back there,” he said, standing in front of you.
You let out a shaky breath and meet his eyes. You never thought you would be this close to Eddie ever again. You roll your eyes as a tear touches your cheek. “It’s nothing I can’t handle,” you said with a sniff. “Just another entitled prick upset that I said no.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
The silence that follows is heavy and deafening. It has you itching to sprint the rest of the way home. This wasn’t what you pictured your reunion to be like. The last thing you expected was for him to see you cry over a stupid date.
“Don’t be. I should be the one saying sorry. You’re out here instead of at the bar. You didn’t have to come check on me.”
“I wanted to,” he murmured quietly with a light blush to his cheeks. “I just… I had to see you.”
“Eddie,” you warned with a pointed brow, “don’t.”
“Can you blame me?” he asked with a laugh. “It’s been three years and when I see you again, it’s like I’m seeing you for the first time all over again.”
“Stop it. Stop talking. Go back to the bar, Eddie,” you demanded firmly, stepping around him and returning your journey home.
You must be dreaming. There’s no way Eddie Munson is running after you. You’re dreaming. This is your mind playing tricks on you. This is a cruel joke. You’re not the protagonist in a John Hughes film. The man you loved and had to let go was not chasing after you all the way home.
“No!” Eddie shouted, running after you and blocking your path. His eyes are wide with determination and he rests his hands on your shoulders, keeping you in place. “I am not leaving you, not again. I won’t make the same mistake twice.”
Fat tears coat your cheeks. You shake your head. “It’s been three years, Eddie.”
“And I’ve thought about you every day since.”
“Stop it. You’re making this so much harder. Please, just let me go.”
Eddie reaches to cup your face in his hands and the worn calloses on his fingertips brush against the tops of your cheeks. He swipes your tears away and his big, warm doe eyes stare back at you. Tears gloss over Eddie’s eyes.
“I’m not letting you slip through my fingers again.”
You tear yourself from his gentle embrace and look out into the street. Cars drive past you and people walk up and down the strip where most of the bars were where you lived. You swallow hard. “It’s better this way,” you muttered quietly.
“For who?” Eddie can’t help but yell. “You?”
You turn and look at Eddie with a menacing glare and shove him in the shoulder. All the pent-up emotions you’ve suppressed over the last three years came bubbling to the surface. You should’ve known that this conversation was going to happen. You should’ve left the bar earlier when you had the chance.
“No!” you yelled back, “For you! You got what you wanted, Eddie. You’re a rockstar. You’re rich and famous. It’s all you ever wanted. You were always meant for bigger things. You should be thanking me! If I didn’t break up with you, you probably wouldn’t be where you are right now.”
Eddie shakes his head at you, grabbing at his hair. This was not how either of you pictured reuniting. “I would’ve had you had we stayed together. You’re all I’ve ever wanted. None of this means anything to me if I don’t get to share it with you,” he confessed, wiping away his tears with the back of his hand.
You shake your head in denial. “That’s… that’s not true. You would’ve resented me for asking you to sacrifice your career to make me happy and I couldn’t do that. I knew that when the band started to blow up, that we were on different paths. I was busy with nursing school and I knew after I graduated that I wanted to get married and have kids eventually. I couldn’t ask you to settle down when you were just taking off. I wanted you to be happy, even if it wasn’t with me.”
The silence between the two of you is deafening. Now Eddie knows the truth. The weight on your chest lifts and a deep sigh leaves your throat. Eddie stares at you like a fish out of water. You step around him and ignore the tears blurring your vision as you resume the journey home.
Eddie yells your name again and grabs you by the wrist. His fingers slip through yours and he squeezes gently. “If you asked me, I would’ve said yes. I loved you… I still love you. I would do anything for you. It would’ve been hard getting married and having kids when Corroded Coffin started to take off, but at least we would’ve had each other. You’re all I’ve ever needed. You were always my priority, but I was losing sight of what was important to me, and then you left. I’ve regretted it ever since.”
Another onslaught of tears makes their way to the corners of your eyes and Eddie caresses your cheek in the palm of his hand. His forehead rests against yours and he brushes his nose against your cheek. You sniffle quietly and meet his brown eyed gaze, swallowing hard. “Do you mean that?”
“Have I ever lied to you about anything?”
You shake your head, a soft laugh bubbling through your throat. “No.”
Eddie’s mouth presses into yours. He swallows your surprise and pours every ounce of love and passion into the kiss. The kiss was three years in the making. He kisses you like a starved man. It makes your stomach twist. Eddie kisses you slowly, savoring each delicate breath the bled into his mouth. Your fingers press into his chest and squeeze the fabric of his t-shirt. Eddie smiles against your lips and his teeth kiss your skin. Your spine tingles and blood rushes to the tips of your ears.
His hand slides to the back of your neck and tangle in your hair. Eddie presses his chest against yours and you taste the saltiness of each other’s tears. He holds you in place, his free hand wrapping around your waist and pulling you on to your toes. It makes you gasp and he pokes his tongue into your mouth before pulling away for air.
You breathe hard, catching your breath and resting your hands against Eddie’s chest. Warmth spreads across your body, up your neck, and into your cheeks. You have only dreamed about this moment for the last three years.
“I’m not letting you get away this time,” he whispered into the night air. “I lived without you for three years, and I’m never doing that again.”
“I don’t want to, either,” you replied, kissing him again.
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Baby Love (Part One)
Rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
Warnings: Sex to forget the ex, masturbation (male), feelings of regret, depression, smoking, drinking, missing a relationship, lust. If I forget anything, let me know.
Also, thanks to @josephs-quinns for my banner 🥺
**This is a work in progress. It will be a couple of parts. I've been in a rut lately and this felt good to write.**
Finish. That’s all Joe had on his mind as he aimlessly, mindlessly fucked himself into the woman in bed with him. He closed his eyes, gripping her hips as grunts and groans escaped his lips. It was easy to finish if he closed his eyes and focused on something else—someone else. He was beginning to regret even fucking her in the first place.
“Feels so—good, Joe—”, the woman moaned out.
Joe. He wasn’t used to that and it wasn’t very affectionate when it left her lips. Part of him recoiled upon hearing his name from another voice, even more so from someone he didn’t want to hear it from.
“Yeah? Gonna fuck you so good.”
Who was he becoming? It was certainly someone he didn’t recognize anymore when he looked in the mirror. Was he close? This was becoming tiring and boring. He closed his eyes, squeezing them tighter, trying to focus his attention elsewhere—on you. As the image of you popped into his head—hair sprawled out on the pillow behind you, eyes warm and glossed over from him fucking you out, your soft and sweet moans filling his ears.
You were taking him so well and he was loving every second of it. His mind wandered back to when you told him he was the biggest you’d ever had—only filling his ego further. He leaned up slightly, allowing himself to go deeper as he imagined you were the one taking him, mind driving away from the current situation.
“Fuck—so close.”, the voice breathed, attempting to drag him out of his daydream.
“Yeah?”
That was all he could muster up, careful to not pull himself too far out of his delusions. He never had gone for the model type, but this was as good of a time as any. He was feeling worthless, useless—needed a little ego boost after you all broke up abruptly. He’d been seeing random girls in and out for the last six months, never committing to any of them too seriously. He didn’t want to—they weren’t you. There was no desire to further things with them.
Waking up in bed with the girls he’d fucked the night before felt empty. As he was trying to come into consciousness, for a moment he’d almost wrapped them in his arms, but quickly remembered they weren’t you as he opened his eyes and came back into reality. Opting immediately to go outside and have a smoke after he slid his shorts on. He could feel himself nearing his release. It was pathetic that he had come to this, but he still had needs and desires too.
He could feel his curls sticking to his forehead as he pushed himself through the last bit of sex. His breathing was hitching. His thick, broad fingers fumbled until he found breasts. A firm squeeze as he worked his hips, going as deep as he could inside her. Ready to make her cum and get this over with. He heard the moan that was not yours before the cries of pleasure hit his ears, realizing his job was done. There were soft moans and hiccups as he worked to finish himself, feeling unfulfilled as he fell in bed beside her.
She complimented his ability, telling him how good he was in bed. He nodded lightly, a slight smirk spreading across his lips as he grabbed a cigarette from his bedside table. He lit it as she turned over, pulling the sheet up and over herself, already almost falling asleep. He puffed on the cigarette, staring down at his cell phone. It was less than a week until he had to face you again. Until he had to be in the same room as you for the first time since your break up.
You all had worked together, been co-stars in a romantic comedy. There was no intention of becoming lovers, but all the intimate scenes and spending a lot of time getting to know one another had caused love to bloom unexpectedly. Joseph’s career had sky-rocketed since Stranger Things and Gladiator, becoming one of the most wanted actors in the business. Not to mention how many women wanted him as well. Any woman would throw themselves at him for a chance to sleep with him or even go on a date with him.
However, he didn’t want them. He only wanted you. Or so you had thought. Before the termination of your relationship, you both had agreed to do conventions together. Several over the course of a few months. Neither of you expected you’d be broken up by that point. You both viewed it as a chance to spend more time with each other with your all’s increasingly busy schedule. It didn’t help matters that he lived in London and you lived in the States.
Somehow, you all had made it work. He’d come to the States or you’d fly to London. You loved visiting him in London. It was a beautiful place, different than what you had seen before. There was something about him holding your hand as he dragged you through Borough Market or when he had taken you to see Big Ben for the first time, kissing you in the pale moonlight and asking you to officially be his. Romance was not something Joseph Quinn lacked in the slightest.
He never failed to make you feel special, even sending you flowers randomly. He’d sign them as your British lover and write he loved you on them. It made your heart melt, instantly sending him a text and telling him how much you loved him and how important he was to you. You all acted like love-sick teenagers, calling each other every chance you could even with the significant time difference. He didn’t care. It didn’t matter to him.
Little did he know, you laid in bed at night missing him. You had since you had broken up. Your bed was cold and lonely and you didn’t know when it wouldn’t be again. It was mentally draining. The days after your all’s break up (which was your choice) were the worst of your life. You felt like you had lost a piece of yourself. Essentially, you had. Joseph understood you—he was special. And now, he was gone. How would you recover?
You would have—still would give anything to be tangled up in the sheets in his house in London, making out softly as the sunlight came through the edge of his curtains. Some days, all you did was stay in bed with him. He’d let you sleep while he got up to smoke a cigarette and make dinner. His cooking was so good, you could taste the love and effort he put into it just for you. His love languages were cooking and touch. Now, that was far out of your reach—but not as far as you thought.
Joe gave up on his cigarette, putting it out in the ashtray as he heard the soft snores of the woman in bed beside him. He exhaled loudly, falling back against his pillow before plugging his phone up. One week and he’d lay eyes on you again—in person and not on the internet. Even seeing you on the news and gossip pages was refreshing for him. You looked good—great and that pained him. Knowing you were happy without him. If only he knew the truth.
The week seemed to drag by. Maybe it was his nerves—the anxiousness of seeing you again. The girl that he’d been casually seeing followed him as he was packing the last of his things in his suitcase. He couldn’t wait to get away, but he’d never tell her that. Not right now.
“Isn’t she going?”, she puffed out, emphasis on she.
“Yes, she is.”
Joe didn’t pay her much mind as he was trying to finish packing.
“I don’t like it.”, the girl crossed her arms.
“I know, but it’s something we agreed to do. We have a contract.”
“You’re broken up. Don’t your fans know that?”
Her voice was bitter, jealousy seething through her teeth.
Joseph sighed, clearly becoming annoyed and agitated. “Yes. But we’ve been over this—we agreed to do this string of conventions before we broke up. They offered us good money and we saw it as an opportunity to spend time together. Can we please just drop it?”
She huffed in response, crossing her arms. “But you’re not going to spend more time with her than you have to, are you?”
Joe groaned again, rubbing his face in an attempt to keep himself from going off. “No—I am not. Now, please. I am already stressed enough. Can we please drop it, love? Yes?”
She finally resolved, allowing him to take her in his arms. Anything to pacify her so he could get out of the house and get to the airport. His manager was already up in arms about him being late. He knew this was going to be a rough convention anyway—especially having to see you again after all this time. His manager was going to meet him at the airport to take the flight from London to the States. He handled all his affairs in the US. He kissed the girl's head, feeling numb and empty.
Unfortunately, she followed him to the airport to say goodbye or some shit. Joe sighed as he made his way into the airport, his manager waiting for him. His manager gave him a small wave, and Joe gave a small smile back in response.
“I’ve got to go, love. I’ll call, yes?”, Joe looked at the girl in front of him who looked heartbroken and like a lost puppy.
“Okay. Promise?”
He nodded, not able to form the word in his mouth. He hated feeling like this but this was so unfulfilling. All these girls were unfulfilling because they weren’t you. That was just the bare, honest truth regarding the matter. He shared a small kiss with her, not even attempting to deepen it. He didn’t want to. He wanted you and it killed him inside he couldn’t have you. As he made his way over to his manager, he gave the girl another small wave, and he and his manager disappeared into the line for airport security.
“Ready for this weekend?”, his manager asked, excitement laced in his voice.
Joe eyed him. “Yeah, excited to see the fans.”
Joe's manager nodded in response. “I’ve talked to Y/N’s manager. I know this weekend will be difficult and challenging for you both, seeing as this is the first time you’ve been in the same room since the—“, his manager trailed off, clearing his throat. “Break-up.”
Joe nodded. “Yeah.”
“Y/N is going to be civil, she’s agreed to do the joint photo-ops. Things are looking up.”
Joe nodded numbly again. Civil. All you were going to be was civil.
“Look, I know this is hard.”, Joe's manager eyed him as they moved in the line for airport security.
Joe didn’t respond, giving him another look.
“You were with her for over a year.”
Joe didn’t respond once again. You were a touchy subject, one he didn’t like to talk about to other people. It was one thing for Joe to think about you. You managed to stay on his mind constantly being the first thing on his mind when he woke up in the morning and the last thing he thought about before he fell asleep at night. You’d be on his mind tonight once he arrived at his hotel room, finally alone and getting a chance to think as he took a nice hot, relaxing shower.
Joe's manager finally dropped the subject, moving on to what was planned for this weekend at the convention. The first day would consist of his solo photo-ops, the ones of you all together, and then his autographs. He was arriving a day early so he could get everything straight in an attempt to see you in person for the first time since your all’s break up. What he didn’t know was that you were also arriving a day early to do the same.
The flight from London to the States was long. One he wasn’t quite used to taking since you all had broken up. He had done a few things in the States since but it had been a while. His manager parted ways with Joe in his room, telling him he’d see him in the morning. Joe unlocked the door to his studio hotel room, the scent hitting his nose. He sat his suitcase down in the bedroom, looking at himself in the mirror. He would be jet lagged for a few days.
Grabbing his toiletries, he went to the bathroom. He started the shower, the warm mist beginning to fill the room. His hair was shaggier than it had been when you all were together. He had curly bangs, letting his stubble finally grow back out. The thought came to his mind—remembering how you used to love his beard and stubble between your thighs, on your neck, and everything in-between. It sent a chill down his spine, feeling his cock growing hard between his legs.
A sigh escaped his lips as he palmed the bulge through his jeans, trying to magically make it go away but to no avail. He rolled his eyes, wishing there was a simple solution to his problem but he knew what he’d have to do. As the room became steamier, he stripped his clothes leaving him in just his boxers. This was an all too familiar scenario. He groaned as his fingers palmed his bulge, his eyes closing instinctively.
All that was on his mind was you and how he wished his hands were yours—making him feel good, relieving his stress. Before he knew it, he was in the shower, stroking himself in his hand as the hot water poured over him dampening his curls, them falling in his face. He took his free hand, moving them back as he moaned out your name, wishing you’d answer. All his mind thought about was your curves, your perfect breasts, perfect ass, the whole nine yards. You had it all.
“Fuck—Y/N, gonna cum……”, he moaned in his shower, alone.
A second passed as he felt all the tension that built up release, thick white ropes of cum spurting out from the tip of his cock only wishing he could share it with you. The water washed it away just as quickly as it came, his eyes shooting open. His breathing was hitched, his chest heaving as he brushed through his curls. He quickly finished his shower, got out, and dried off. Grabbing his phone, he went to the bedroom. The room was quiet, solemn. It hurt to know you were this close and yet he still couldn’t have you.
Peeling the covers back, he laid down and exhaled deeply. He had a few missed calls from the girl he had been seeing, choosing to ignore them. Reaching up and turning off the lamp, he attempted to sleep but it was damn near impossible. He was seeing you in just a few short hours. What would you wear? He was sure it would be sexy and beautiful whatever it was. How would you wear your hair? Straight? Curly? Up or down? All his thoughts were driving him mad.
The next morning he was woken up by the sound of his manager knocking. He got dressed quickly, grabbing his phone and bottle of water. Joe's manager informed him he almost overslept and that the ride was there to take him to the convention center. He was always taken in the back way in order to not draw attention to himself. He checked his phone, seeing more missed calls from the girl he’d been seeing. Rolling his eyes and rubbing his face, he texted her and told her he’d call her later tonight.
His mom was checking in on him, asking him how his flight was and if he had arrived safely. He responded, telling her he was fine, he would call her later, and he loved her.
“Ready for today?”, his manager asked as they pulled up to the back entrance of the convention center, bringing him out of his thoughts.
“Yes.”, Joe smiled softly.
The car parked, allowing him and his manager to exit and enter the convention center. Joe was met with convention staff, directing him to his area. He thanked them, getting to know their names and what they did outside of conventions before he settled in. The first thing he desired to do was have a cigarette. If he was being honest, he needed a little liquid courage. But that’d have to be later. He looked confident but on the inside, he was a nervous wreck to see you again.
Once the convention opened up, Joe had his solo photo-ops first. His manager made it clear that he was the main guest, the one everyone wanted to see. Joe had heard it all before. It was nothing new to him. Joe and his manager made their way to the photo-op area, Joe looking for any sign of you but trying not to make it obvious. He didn’t notice you yet. No sign of you in sight.
Joe tried to put on a brave face as he plastered a smile across his face. He was ready to meet his fans, but his heart skipped a beat thinking about you. Joe's manager took a seat in the corner as they began lining up guests to meet him. These things always went super fast and sometimes were a blur to Joe. It was something he loved to do but he was on edge thinking about seeing you again. His stomach was doing somersaults, almost identical to the time you all went on your first date.
He lost count of how many fans he saw, hugged, and did peace signs with—it all went so fast. Before he knew it, he took his last solo picture. His manager got up, telling him they’d break for lunch and then it would be time for your all’s duo photo-ops. Joe could barely touch his food knowing he was seeing you in less than an hour. Joseph's manager eyed him but didn’t say anything.
The hour seemed to pass so slowly, Joe eyeing the clock constantly as he picked at his food. His mind was filling with a hundred different things. He swallowed hard as he disposed of his trash, making sure nothing was stuck in his teeth. He had to look good as this was the first time he was going to see you again. Joe was nervous, shoving his hands deep into his pockets as he waited around for you and your manager. In the meantime, he went out to have a quick smoke.
The nicotine barely helped as he squashed it out moments later, making his way back into the building.
“Ready?”, his manager asked.
Joe nodded, even though he really wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready to see you again. He followed his manager to the photo-op area, taking a deep breath before the curtain was pulled back revealing…..you. You barely looked up, locking eye contact with him before looking down again. Your hair was down, beautifully cascading down your shoulders. Your outfit was tight—hugging all the right curves in all the right places and he instantly felt himself swallow hard.
He also felt the bulge growing in his pants, quickly trying to dismiss it. He couldn’t do this right now. He closed his eyes, sharply inhaling before opening them again. He could smell your designer perfume from a mile away, just like you could smell his Dior cologne, the one he always wore when you all went on dates and the one he’d use after a shower. You could remember the way it mixed with the scent of his sweat during sex, driving you crazy.
Your stomach flipped at the thought. But you’d never let him know. Joe's manager noticed Joe’s eyes fixated on you before he looked away quickly. Joe felt his heart skip a beat just looking at you. Joe opened a bottle of water, taking a drink as he tried his best not to look at you again. Little did he know, you were fighting the same urge. Joe looked good—he had slimmed down a little but nothing major. You were sure it was for his new movie.
You had read about it online the other day, accidentally coming across it. His hair was longer and curly, his bangs in his face. He was wearing jeans, a black t-shirt, and a leather jacket, and man, did he look fine—sexy in it. You swallowed hard, quick to look down at your cell phone. Anything to focus your attention elsewhere. On the other side of the photo-op area, Joe was fighting and struggling to speak. He wanted to clear the air a little.
“Hey.”, Joe smiled softly, swallowing hard and finally gaining the courage to speak to you.
“Hi Joe.”, you breathed easily, not looking up at him as you smoothed your hands over your pants.
A pang went through Joe’s heart as he realized you weren’t going to put a lot of effort into this interaction. It was hard to see him again, he just didn’t realize it. He thought it was hard for him—if he only knew the truth. You had a date set up later that night after the convention—anything to get him off your mind.
“Alright, they’re lining up the fans right now. Is there anything you all need?”, his manager asked.
Joe shook his head, declining as did you. His manager and your manager sat in the corner as you and Joe stood on the marked 'X' on the floor. Joe looked over at you periodically to see if you were looking at him, but you weren’t. Much to his dismay. You all were civil in greeting fans and taking pictures with them, mustering up a smile. But you didn’t go out of your way to speak to him or look his way. At one point during the photo-ops, he asked if you were okay.
You never once glanced up at him, answering with a monotoned ‘yes’. He could tell you barely wanted to be around him. Much less, in the same room as him pretending to be happy. The mood of the room seemed to be different, tense, and stiff. Joe sighed as he tried his best to be happy for the fans who were there to take pictures with you all. There were some awkward poses fans asked you to do like putting them in the middle and hugging each other.
There had been no verbal contact since you all had broke up. Much less, physical contact. Joe could tell you were counting down the minutes until this agony—your punishment was over. He watched you eye the clock throughout the entire day. Once the photo-ops were over and you all said goodbye to the last fan, you grabbed your water and cell phone ready to make your exit.
“See you later.”, Joe spoke softly, careful not to add any pet names like ‘love’ or ‘darling’.
“Bye Joe.”
“Autographs and then my date.”, you smiled at your manager.
Date. That word was like a dagger through his heart. He hadn’t known you to date since you all had broken up. You had a right to, but he didn’t want you to see other people. The only reason he was seeing other girls was to forget you and that didn’t seem to be working. His chances of winning you back or even working to be civil were futile. It would never work.
You were gone as quick as you had come. It reminded him of the day you had left. You all were trying the living together thing while you were in London. It was going well until the argument happened that you all just seemed not to be able to move past. By the time Joe had arrived home, you were gone along with your stuff. He never got a chance to explain himself even though he sent multiple text messages and left multiple voicemails attempting to plead his case.
His manager gave him a soft smile and a gentle pat on the back as they made their way to his autograph area. There would be no way he could focus on all these people when he only wanted to see you. Somehow, he mustered through what seemed like hours of meeting fans and signing autographs. His fans could tell something was off with him, he didn’t seem as cheerful and peppy. How could he be happy knowing you were going to be out with another man?
Looking as good as you did. The thought alone made him jealous. He could just imagine some guy holding the door for you, pulling your chair out, laughing with you across a candle-lit table. It was all driving him mad. He took a few more smoke breaks that evening than he usually did, finally completing his autograph session for day one. He and his manager left, grabbing dinner before returning to the hotel. His manager watched Joe down several drinks, but not enough to make him plastered.
Joe's manager chose not to question it. Something had happened that Joe clearly wasn’t ready to talk about. Joe unlocked his hotel room, telling his manager goodnight. The room was cool, not too stuffy. Joe sighed as he laid all his stuff down, deciding to take a shower before bed to relax. Maybe in his fantasies, he could at least have you. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard, feeling the bulge in his pants harden just at the thought of you. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he moved to the bathroom.
Once again, giving in to his desires. The hot water rushed over his body, making him forget about the stress of the day. He held his cock in his hand, stroking it as he thought about you laying in bed, waiting for him. Just imagining your naked body on display for his eyes only was making his breathing hitch. He missed the way your body felt, the way it intertwined with his perfectly. It didn’t take him long to climax, feeling a little better about himself. He finished his shower, got out, and wrapped a towel around himself before hearing several close, frantic knocks on his hotel room door.
His face scrunched up in confusion. Who could it be at this hour? He stood there, listening if it was going to happen again. Several more knocks came to his door. Quickly, he made his way to the door, peering through his peephole. Was his eyes deceiving him? Pulling the chained lock apart, he hurriedly opened the door to reveal you. You were crying, mascara running down your cheeks. Tears were in your eyes instantly causing his heart to hurt. He hated to see you cry. Even when you all were together.
“I’m—sorry.”, you choked out, voice trembling as your brain scrambled to find the right words.
Was he dreaming?
“What’s going on?”
“Can—Can I please come in? Some guy is following me and I’m scared.”
“Who?”, Joe’s voice darkened, anger creeping up as he practically pulled you inside.
“I’m sorry—I’m so sorry to come this late. God, you just showered.”
Your words were frantic, your brain all over the place. All you wanted to do was crash.
“No—no, it’s fine. What happened? Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”
Joe was spurting out questions faster than you could process and answer them. Joe quickly locked both locks on the door, holding his towel in place as he followed you to the couch in his studio hotel room. You put your face in your hands, realizing how crazy you probably seemed causing a few more tears to flow.
“No….”
“Promise?”, Joe asked.
You nodded, sniffling.
There were so many emotions flowing through you, trying to process them all. You could feel Joe’s eyes on you, the concerned expression on his face.
“I’m so sorry—I’m so sorry I came here.”, you repeated.
With everything going on, Joseph almost forgot that he had left the playlist playing on his iPhone. It was the one you all always listened to, a collective mix of your favorite songs. Ones that reminded you of each other and ones you sometimes made love to.
“Don’t be sorry.”, Joseph breathed softly.
The music was playing softly in the background, fading out before switching to another song. Joseph was debating how he should play this. Should he try and comfort you? Or should he keep his distance? He was unsure which way to go about it.
“I just—I shouldn’t have come.”, you sighed, mentally beginning to beat yourself up. “I mean I haven’t even spoken to you since we broke up and now I just expect you to welcome me with open arms.”
“It’s really okay. I don’t mind.”
“No—I mean—fuck.”, you began to cry again softly.
Joe wore a pained expression on his face as he watched you begin to cry again.
“Don’t cry, love. Please.”
Fuck. He called you love. He just didn’t know it made your heart stop.
“I just—.”
“Just tell me what happened.”, he touched your shoulder, sending chills down your spine.
He was so calming, so relaxing. It instantly made you feel calmer, the crying began to slow down.
“I—I was out on my date.”, you swallowed hard. “And we were having a good time—talking and getting to know each other—”
This was hard for Joseph to hear. He didn’t want to imagine you out on a date with another man. He definitely didn’t want to hear about it. But he reminded himself there was a reason you came to him. There was a reason you showed up at his hotel room. Maybe something was still there—maybe you still loved him in some way.
“And we seemed to hit it off—we were going to leave with each other. I was walking in front when he grabbed me—”, you paused, becoming emotional again.
“He what?”, Joe’s voice became dark, angry.
“He grabbed my ass, gave it a squeeze and we weren’t there yet—I mean I just—you never did that to me.”
“No—because that’s fucked. Why did he think he should grab your ass?”
There was anger laced in Joe’s question. Deep down inside, he was seething with anger and jealousy.
You shrugged, trying not to cry.
“Did anything else happen?”, Joe sighed, rubbing your shoulder.
But you were so shaken, you didn’t notice. Or didn’t mind.
“I was so—shocked. I didn’t—I told him I needed to leave. But he wouldn’t take no for an answer, beginning to follow me. I asked him to stop, Joe. I promise I did.”
“Hey, hey,”, Joe began as he looked you in the eyes, holding both your shoulders. “This isn’t anything you did, okay?”
You nodded. “Okay.”
The current song faded out, a moment of silence before the next one came on. You both instantly recognized the melody with ease. It was Tim Curry’s version of “Baby Love”, one of your absolute favorites. You both looked at one another, you finally admiring Joe’s soft features. His soft, warm brown eyes. His small smile, the one you fell in love with. His beard was beginning to grow back out, the thought alone sending chills down your spine. His curls were perfect, falling in the right spots.
It felt like time stood still—you both leaning closer. A smile curved deeper on his face, care in his brown eyes shining through. He noticed the small smile spreading across your lips, the sniffles lessening. Instinctively, your eyes closed as you felt your lips meet. He tasted so good, you almost forgot how soft his lips were. A small moan escaped your lips as you both worked to deepen the kiss, his tongue tracing yours. His broad fingers found your cheek, cupping it just like he did when you were together.
There was soft music playing as the sounds of your kisses filled the room. He heard your soft sigh muffled by the kiss you all shared, one hand on his chest. He kept deepening the kiss, causing you to take a few steps back. You both were in the same mindset, the frustration and confusion surrounding your break up and tonight melting away. He was carefully backing you up to the bedroom. He was careful to miss the table and other items blocking your all’s blind wrecking ball moving down the hallway.
Suddenly, you stopped and he pushed you against the wall, pressing himself against you. If you weren’t mistaken, you felt his cock digging into your thigh, only the towel separating it from you. You were wearing a white dress with black heels, your hair was straightened. Your heels were already off, leaving them near the door of the hotel. His hands wrapped around your waist, yours wrapping around his neck and getting a handful of his curls causing him to moan inside your mouth.
It was clear he had missed this just as much as you had. A smile curved into your lips as you both continued to passionately kiss, tasting each other like it had been a hundred years.
“Bedroom?”, Joe managed to get out between kisses, half slurred as he continued to kiss you.
“Please.”, you pleaded through a breath.
He pulled you away from the wall, causing a small gasp before it turned into a flirtatious chuckle. He was careful in leading you to the bedroom, feeling the back of your legs hit the mattress. He broke the kiss, looking you dead in the eyes.
“Are you sure you want this? Sure that you want me?”, one of his hands found your cheek, caressing it softly.
This was like a moment out of a movie.
You smiled softly as your eyes focused on him before touching his cheek in response, feeling his stubble under your fingers. “Of course I want you.”
He nodded in satisfaction as he kissed you again causing you both to chuckle lightly.
TO BE CONTINUED......
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