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bellsbear · 2 years

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she’s an angel

eddie munson x female sinclair reader

synopsis: you’re a cheerleader and he’s the school freak who’s had a crush on you forever. little does he know, you got a thing for him too.

contents: fluff, some angst, eddie being a corny mess, cussing, mutual pining word count: 1.2k

a/n: THIS IS GONNA BE A SERIES. idk what I'm doing and this might suck but I gotta write some eddie ff 😤 additionally i am a black woman, so i wrote this for myself and everyone else who wants the representation! THE TEXT MAY BE GLITCHED. if that’s the case im so sorry, i don’t know how to fix it😭

also let’s pretend that none of the vecna stuff is happening cause this is totally not following the canon story. sorry, not sorry 😮‍💨

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It was the night of the championship game and Eddie's final campaign. Normally you would have gone straight home with Chrissy to hang out, but Lucas had found you during the game to spoil your plans.

“So, kind of a long story, but basically Erica’s here playing D&D in my place, and you gotta take her home.”

“And why exactly is this on me? That sounds like a Lucas problem.”

“Well now it’s a Y/n problem cause she biked here, it’s pitch black out and you know mom and dad will-“

“Completely freak if I don’t bring her back. Yeah yeah, I got it.”

You turn to Chrissy and apologize saying you’ll give her a call when you're home.

She smiles at you, “Y/n it’s okay. Sisterly duties call, plus this gives me an excuse to go to the after-party we were so desperately looking forward to avoiding. Jason’s going to be thrilled.” You both laugh and go back to watching the game while you're not cheering.

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You knock again, louder this time, hoping they might actually hear it but you end up waiting a full minute before deciding to just go in. You begin to turn the handle but find the door is jammed. Placing all your weight against it, you keep pushing until-

“What the hell is going on! Oh-” You were now on the floor looking up to see the one and only Eddie Munson looking down at you with his big brown eyes.

“Oh shit, Y/n. Are you okay?” He asks, concern laced in his voice.

Eddie had always been sweet to you.

He sat behind you in Ms. O'Donall's class and never failed to make you laugh with his random outbursts. Whenever you took tests you’d always move your paper to the far right of your desk knowing he was peeking behind you.

However, it wasn’t enough to help him get a passing grade, but you always tried helping him out because you knew he was smart, he just didn’t care to study. It had caused you to develop a bit of a crush on him if you were being honest.

You look at him in the eyes and just burst out in laughter, Eddie had never heard you laugh before, well, really laugh. You’d always giggle at his jokes or laugh with your friends, but it was never like this. You were clutching your stomach and holding back tears, he thought you looked so beautiful. So real.

“I’m so sorry, I must’ve scared the shit outta you. with all that banging.” Eddie reaches his hand out for you, which you gladly take and stand up. “So why have you graced me with your presence m’lady?”

You blush, “Oh I’m just looking for Erica, I gotta take her home since it so dark out. Um, where is she by the way?”

“Ah the littlest Sinclair, I just met her today. She's very... pleasant." You look at him with wide eyes, "Are you sure we're talking about the same Erica?" He laughs at your comment.

"She just walked out with the others, I’m sure they haven’t gone too far. I could maybe… um.” Eddie stops talking when he realized you were still holding onto his hand, tightly, your thumb grazing his rings.

Eddie has had a crush on you since middle school. You caught his eye during the talent show when you sang 'I Will Survive'. You were nervous at first but ended up having so much fun on that stage and your voice was angelic, he fell in love instantly. And now you were standing in front of him and holding his hand.

You wave your free hand in front of his face, “Earth to Eddie, are you alright?” He snaps out of his trance and looks up at you.

“Oh yeah, um I was just going to say I could help you out, i- if you wanted me to of course!” He was bright pink, and you were still holding his hand.

“That’d be nice. Could probably use some help finding that little brat anyway.” You laugh before letting go of his hand and picking up your bag which had fallen down with you earlier.

As you release your hold on him, he quickly turns around to gather his stuff, face red as a tomato.

“By the way, I heard you earlier. Nice vocals, you should be in a band or something.” You joked, but soon saw Eddie’s face as he looked at you with a sad look.

“You don’t remember. Shit you don’t remember.”

“What are you talking about Munson?”

Eddie looks you dead in the face then suddenly jumps up onto the table and starts shredding an air guitar along to the music. After his performance, he jumps down and looks at you with hope in his eyes. “Nothin’? You’re killing me here Sinclair!” He holds his hands out and dramatically brings them to his chest as if he were holding a knife.

“Eddie what the hell are you- OH MY GOD WAIT. In middle school, you were totally in a band!” He claps his hands together triumphantly.

“I’m actually still in a band, but I’ll take it. Yeah, we’re uh-“ You quickly cut him off, “Corroded Coffin. How could I forget, your hair was all buzzed, I used to think it was so cute.”

Eddie was breathless. You thought he was cute. Not only that but you had remembered the stupid haircut he sported in his younger years. “Yeah well, your sister thinks I’m a ‘long-haired freak’ so maybe I should’ve kept it short.” You laugh, the real laugh that he was falling in love with.

“Well if it makes you feel better, I’m glad you grew it out. It’s very…” You stop and think about the best word to use, “metal. That and those tattoos you got."

Eddie’s heart stopped. There’s no way that you were right here in front of him complimenting his appearance that most of your friends had made fun of throughout the years. Oh so beautiful you, standing there and getting closer to him… getting very close to him. So close he thinks he might pass out right now. “Truthfully, I think you’re very handsome Eddie, no matter what stupid haircut you might have.”

Before he can respond, you plant a kiss on his pink cheek then run to the door, “I’ll see you outside Eds.”

Eddie gripped the table behind him to balance himself, trying wrap his head around what just happened. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by none other than Dustin.

“Eddie, what's the hold-up? You’ve been in here for a while are you okay?”

“I must’ve died and gone to heaven because an angel just kissed me”

“What the hell are you talking abou-“ Dustin stopped before smiling at Eddie putting 2 and 2 together after seeing you smiling like a lunatic in the hallway, “OH MY GOD YOU AND Y/N KISSED?! I gotta tell Lucas, he's gonna lose his shit.”

Before Dustin could run from the room, Eddie grabbed his collar to hold him back.

“Not a word to anyone Henderson. Not a fucking word.” Dustin nodded aggressively so he'd let him go.

“Now," Eddie puts on his jacket and composes himself, "let’s go outside, she’s waiting for me.”

a/n: that’s all 🧍🏽‍♀️ i hope this wasn’t terrible, i really tried my best! hoping to write a few more parts soon but i got work and stuff lol ☺️

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x black reader #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x sinclair!reader #eddie #stranger things 4 #stranger things season 4 #st4 #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fics #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x sinclair reader #Spotify #she's an angel series

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mydairpercabeth · 4 months

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violently sobbing rn

#STEPMOM YOU WILL BE DEALT WITH #HOW DO YOU LOOK AT THAT ANGEL FACE AND SEE A PROBLEM???#FREDRICK CHASE HOW DARE YOU MAKE THAT PRINCESS FEEL UNLOVED #SHES A BABY #MY LITTLE MEOW MEOW #MINIBETH #annabeth chase #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson the lightning thief #percy jackson #percy series #pjo tv #pjo #pjo tv show #leah seava jeffries #little leah #IM ADOPTING HER

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liam-summers · 5 months

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AtS 2.22 | BtVS 5.22

"The hardest thing in this world is to live in it. Be brave. Live. For me."

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thepunkmuppet · 5 months

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↳ cordelia chase + comfy / casual

#cordelia chase #cordy looks #gif #gifs #gifset #my gifs #btvs gifs #btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #ats #angel the series #she’s just so girlfriend yk??#like ik she’s an actress and she still went into hair and makeup and whatever but also you are literally wearing a top. and some jeans.#and yet you are the most gorgeous person I’ve ever seen in my life like??? CHARISMA YOU ARE SO!!!!#also I think my colouring is getting better no?? I literally just use capcut and a basic gif maker so it’s pretty hard lmao #but I think this looks pretty good #oh also inspired by the wonderful @slayerdaily :) obsessed with their buffy outfits sets

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angelthemanspanker · 28 days

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if there's one things to keep from the comics it's gotta be harmony being the reason vampires become public knowledge. imo tho it wouldn't be bc she murdered andy dick (tho she still can if she wants see if I care) but bc she becomes a makeup tutorial youtuber who works in front of a mirror that very visibly is not reflecting her

#she's a star she just needs an audience #harmony kendall #buffy the vampire slayer #angel the series

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gothamstreetcat · 6 months

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Angel season 4 episode 22 but it's just Lilah and Wesley looking at each other (+script snippets)

[bonus +]

#i would literally give up everything to have had wes grab her and kiss her so hard knowing it was their last time together #not wanting to let her go whispering: 'this isn't over'#and have her touch his face tenderly as she did in the basement #the way the title is home is so ironic in a way #angel the series #ats #atsedit #weslah #weslahedit #wesley wyndam pryce #lilah morgan #mine: gifset

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matrixbearer2024 · 2 months

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Hello!

It just came to me that Reader is in Hell, the same place a very unhappy (and probably jealous) Valentino is...

I am afraid of what that bald moth is capable of doing against Reader just because of Vox's attachment to them. I'm sure Valentino won't hold back to dispose of the thing that is getting in his way with Vox.

I wonder if there will be any fight scene between Vox and Valentino over Reader. Or maybe Reader versus Valentino?

Either way, things are bound to get not so pretty...

And I wonder how Reader's relationship with Velvet will go. I mean, I don't think she has anything against Reader? It's probably even better since now she has someone she can use to tame the TV stick man and his many moods.

I imagine Velvet will be a bit wary of Reader at first, but get along quite well after a while. Maybe even share fashion opinions as Velvet and Reader discuss the new trends that are going on with the living.

I guess the only one inside the Vees Reader won't get along with no matter what is Valentino.

Do you have any plans of going further inside Reader's relationship with the other two? I mean, you probably already made plans with Valentino, but what about Velvet?

Thank you for your attention, I wish you a good day/night! ☺️

Hahaha thanks for bringing this up anon! I was wondering when someone was gonna notice that Reader was a little blind to the caveat of being in hell which was Valentino. It's kind of the reason why I keep mentioning that Reader's gonna stay at the hotel(despite Vox being pissy about it because Alastor) is because the TV man figures placing Reader literally anywhere Valentino isn't would be much safer for them. After all, they're just a new sinner so their powers haven't manifested yet(and I'm not actually sure what powers to give them- someone please bomb me with ideas thank youuuu) and Vox just won't risk the moth trying to recruit dear Reader. Bonus being the fact Angel stays at the hotel and he can keep tabs on Reader since there isn't much tech there that Vox can use to check himself. It just adds another reason to why he friggin hates Alastor lmao

Velvette on the other hand would probably get along with (Y/N) similarly to how Alastor and Rosie do. Literally gossip girls who look and laugh at the latest trends or get together for brunch to spill the tea about the latest happenings in hell. I'd also think that she would use Reader as a model sometimes just to fuck with Vox because let's face it- him crashing or bluescreening is kind of hilarious- and Reader just likes messing with Vox inherently so they let Velvette doll her up if it means getting a reaction out of him.

Velvette doesn't really have anything against Reader, she was just mad in one interlude that Vox hid the fact that he could communicate with the living(which is a HUGE thing) she could care less if the old Samsung TV went and found himself a new toy/fling. So while she would be a bit wary of Reader in the sense of: "Are they after our power? Do they have an ulterior motive?" Once they show that there actually isn't anything and Vox and Reader are just good friends(Velvette wouldn't actually believe that even if it came straight from the horse's mouth) she would eventually get along with them as well.

#vox x reader #hazbin hotel #vox #get off my screen series #hazbin hotel vox #vox x you #Velvette's actually gonna be featured in one of the interludes lol #Mostly because Vox's sense of fashion is atrocious #Literally just: Woah woah wtf are you wearing #You ain't going on a date looking like that wtf old man #Yes she would take every opportunity to make you and Vox matching outfits #it's corny and cheesy but the netizens of hell eat it up so she rolls with it #she starts the shipping thing online #like angel she probably also starts getting annoyed that Vox is so fucking slow #bro doesn't know how to properly emotion #and she's like: Vox istg if you don't say anything I'm doing it myself

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witchb1tches · 8 months

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Let's be real though, she is.

#im not mentally stable #she is a goddess #vampires #buffy summers #buffy the vampire slayer #buffyverse #spuffy #cordelia chase #charisma carpenter #angel #cangel #spike buffy #buffy meme #tillow #bangel #angel the series #she is so pretty

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angelstitss · 3 days

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heyyy bitches!! my name is navi, i’m new here and i’m looking for friends! <3

a little bit about me:

i’m 17 years old and i’m a senior in high school! i’m a lesbian, my pronouns are she/he, and i’m a gemini/enfp. i live in florida and i have a child (dog) named teddie :]

i love love LOVE to watch cartoons (especially queer ones!) and my current obsession is actually helluva boss and hazbin hotel (currently hyperfixated on angel, vox, or lucifer depending on the day) (PLEASE I NEED FRIENDS FROM THE FANDOM IT’S MY WHOLE PERSONALITY RN) but i love other shows like the owl house, she-ra, tangled the series, arcane, and more!

i also love broadway, music in general (dan + shay are my favorites ever. don’t even get me started about them.), reading, and disney! (don’t get me started about that either.)

anyways, that’s about it :] i’m looking for friends in any of the cartoon fandoms that i listed but ESPECIALLY helluverse. (please. i’m begging. accept me.)

thank u for reading! i’m looking forward to meeting u all :]

(please reblog so i can find new friends :D!)

#angel dust #vox #lucifer morningstar #stolas #blitzø #alastor #helluva boss beelzebub #fizzarolli #fizzarozzie #stolitz #huskerdust #hazbin hotel valentino #please accept me into ur fandom i need friends 🥹#the owl house #arcane #tangled the series #she ra #hazbin hotel #helluva boss

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ficnation · 6 months

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Chapter 4: The Love She Holds

Series: “She” Word count: 2,7k+ Pairing: Angel Reyes x Female! Reader Warnings: 18+; mayans mc typical warnings, unwanted touch, SMUT kinda A/n: What we're all been waiting for ✨ PS. If I reread this one more time before posting I'll probably scrape it all bcs I'm never satisfied 😩 If you enjoyed reading this please reblog and let me know your thoughts!

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For the next few days, Angel can’t look you in the eyes—hell, he can’t even bring himself to leave his room when he hears you shuffling around the apartment. He waits for the sound of the lock shifting in the door before he can bring himself to stick his head out of his safe haven.

Angel knows he’s the one that fucked up this whole thing with you. He was lonely, and you were in his life for such a long ass time. You’ve never let him down—not even once. You are the sweetest person he’s ever met, yet you can still kick his ass when he’s being a dick. Falling in love with you was inevitable, but he didn’t know it would happen so fast—so soon.

The man sighs as he leans his elbows on the wooden counter, listening to the wheezing of the coffee machine as hot black liquid spurts into the mug. The sound was tickling his nerves in a certain—very annoying—way. It didn’t make him even slightly angry before the bath incident, but now he just can’t stand it—it makes his head hurt.

He slams his fist onto the counter, cursing loudly. The coffee spills over the edge of the mug and barely misses his hand.

“I should fuckin’ do something,” he murmurs to himself through clenched teeth. Since when was he afraid to go after a woman he loves? He’s never been a goddamn pussy. What changed?

You are just so different than anyone Angel’s ever been with. He doesn’t want to lose you—can’t fucking stand the thought of you walking away. He has to do something.

He drops Maverick off at Felipe’s house—gives them some abuelo-nieto time while he drives over to the bar where you work. It’s a shithole—a very suspicious one at that—yet the parking lot in front is almost full. The neon sign above the door flashes on and off when Angel slams the door of his car shut. Jesus, it’s gonna give someone a headache or a fucking seizure.

Entering this building was probably one of the worst mistakes in life—the man thinks as he’s greeted by a couple almost going at it by the entrance. The skinny blond dude has his hand down the poor girl’s skimpy skirt as she moans loudly in his ear, hips rolling into his palm. Fucking disgusting.

He was doing the same exact shit back in the day when he was dumb, reckless, and didn’t care about anyone other than himself. But now the view makes him almost gag.

The brunet pushes past the lovebirds—or rather fuckbirds—through the narrow hallway to the main area. The dimmed red lights flashing above his head and the music that makes every wall pulse with the beat make it seem like more of a club rather than a bar. He’s surprised when he takes a few more steps and a woman dressed in booty shorts with her whole tits out passes by him with a tray full of colorful shots. What the fuck is this place?

Angel looks around wildly, searching the topless women’s faces in fear he’ll recognize one of them. He pushes past the swaying bodies in the middle of the room, and then he sees you—working behind the bar.

He’s relieved when he notices that your chest is covered by one of those bralette thingies you like to wear so much. But he’s not sure whether this relief comes from not wanting the pathetic men around the bar to stare at your perfect body or not wanting to get another surprise boner in front of you.

“You didn’t tell me you’re a bartender now,” he yells through the loud music as your gaze finds him, your eyes widening in shock.

You serve one of the men at the bar a bottle of beer, popping the cap simultaneously, then you come back to Angel and squint at him, trying to find a clue as to why he turned up at your workplace and how he even knew where to find you. This bar was almost an hour's drive away from Santo Padre.

“What the hell are you doing here? I do not have time to put up with your shit right now, Angel,” you sneer at him as you lean over the bar in hopes he’ll hear you better, take the hint and retreat back to his car.

“I’m fucking sorry, alright?!” He throws his hands in the air in exasperation, almost knocking a drink out of some poor girl’s hand.

You blink once, then twice, and your eyebrows scrunch up in annoyance, “Fuck off.” You whip around and go the opposite way to serve another customer.

That’s definitely not how Angel imagined this conversation would go. He didn’t know you were that mad at him. He was a moron to think you’d accept his apology without a peep in the middle of a sea of drunk strangers. This wasn’t a goddamn telenovela.

The man sighs deeply in annoyance before following you to the other side of the bar. “Querida, can we talk? Give me five fucking minutes.”

At first, he’s sure you’ll just ignore him as your eyes almost pop out of your skull—that’s how hard you roll them at his words—but then you turn to him with teary eyes. “I’m at work. I can’t. You really couldn’t wait and ambush me when I’m home?”

“It was an impulse,” he admits. Angel knew it was pretty dumb to think that if he came here, you’d drop everything, so he could explain himself and get rid of this guilt that’s been eating him alive for the past few days. “Please, querida.”

“Oh, for god’s sake,” you curse under your breath before waving over the other bartender and shouting through the noise to her that you’re taking a break.

You join Angel on the other side of the counter and tug at his kutte, leading him toward the exit. Before you can even reach the hallway, someone bumps into you, their hands grabbing at your naked waist.

“Hey there, bonita,” the man greets you. The smell of his cologne and cigarettes makes your eyes widen—you know it very well.

Angel stands there for a second, his left brow raised in annoyance and confusion because you seem to know this guy—and he really doesn’t like that thought. He pushes the stranger’s hands off your body with a sneer.

“Man, don’t fucking touch her like that.”

You catch Angel’s forearm and squeeze almost painfully, your nails digging into his inked skin. You don’t turn your head toward him even for a quarter of a second.

“The hell? We’re friends, big guy.” The man’s deep voice and graying beard confuse him even more. Since when do you fancy fucking grandpas?

“Uh, Cesar, hi,” you greet him, your voice squeaky and the upward quirk of your lips fake. The second the stranger’s gaze falls over your grip on the brunet’s arm, you release him. “Sorry, I’ve actually just finished my shift.”

“No, you fucking didn’t.” Cesar’s eyebrows and nose scrunch threateningly. Who the fuck is this guy to be talking to you like that?

You reply without missing a beat, “My kid’s got a fever. It’s an emergency.”

The old guy looks between your face and Angel’s before the grimace falls. The smirk taking its place isn’t any less threatening. “You must be the baby daddy, huh?” he asks, but his tone is clearly mocking.

You pray in your head that Angel will hold his short temper at bay. You know, one wrong word to Cesar equals a shit ton of trouble—even the satisfaction of wiping that disgusting smirk off his face wasn’t worth it.

“Mi niña hermosa. So fucking good at riding, she got herself a biker,” Cesar almost moans those words out as his hand finds your hip, fingers toying with the belt loop of your dress pants. You don’t move to slap his hand away.

Angel raises his fist to punch him, his teeth gritting against each other almost audibly. Before he can deliver that hit, you push him aside and usher him out of the door. You don’t say another word to that Cesar guy—not even a goodbye—as he slips a bill into your back pocket and slaps your ass.

Angel is fucking livid because you know how to take care of yourself, he saw you kill a man before, crush his skull with your goddamn boot, and yet you just take the disrespect in silence. It’s not like you.

Once you’re out the door and out of earshot, he explodes. “Why the fuck did you let him treat you like that?!” His voice reverberates through the night air, earning the two of you a few concerned and annoyed glances from the bystanders.

“That’s my boss. Now shut up and take me home,” you mumble, exhausted, looking around the parking lot in search of Angel’s car. “I spent an hour in the car with that dick to even get here, and now I’m going back after not even half of my shift just because you couldn’t wait to talk,” you rant, almost stumbling over your words.

When you reach the car, and he opens the door at the passenger side like always, he’s surprised to catch a glimpse of tears running down your cheeks. He joins you inside with a sigh, concerned eyes finding your head turned away from him as you stare through the side window.

“Cariño, I’m sorry,” Angel whispers, his hand reaching to push a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You sniffle, wiping your cheeks with your bare arm. “Every single time I feel like we’re closer than ever and that maybe you feel something toward me too, you fucking push me away.”

“I know, I’m—”

You cut him off before he has a chance to apologize again, “No, I’m speaking right now. You’ve never yelled at me before. Not like that. You scared the shit out of me, and I blamed myself. Wondered what the hell I did to deserve it. But I didn’t do shit.” You throw your arms in the air, gesticulating toward him. You still refuse to meet his eyes. “You fucked up. Not me. You’re the one that’s been playing with my feelings all this time, and god forbid I try to even out the stakes.”

Angel’s now the one tearing up as his eyes widen at your words. “Querida, I didn’t mean it. I didn’t fucking mean it.” His fingers find solace in tugging on his hair in frustration. “And I never wanted you to feel like I’m playing with your feelings. I’m so sorry.”

You turn away from him again, biting your lip to keep the sobs inside. “Please, just drive me home, Angel.” The desperation in your voice is heartbreaking.

So he does what you ask of him and drives you home in silence. He doesn’t have it in him to try again when you’re already struggling, trying to keep the whimpers from wrecking your body. And when you pull up in front of your apartment building with a heavy heart, he lets you jump out of the car and rush to the door.

He stays in his seat, trying to recollect himself—it doesn’t help, he still hates himself for making you feel this way. It takes a while for him to get inside the apartment, he dreads that when he walks in, you’ll tell him to take his shit and get out of your life.

Angel knows he fucked up, and you were right; he played with your feelings—played with his own too. He slept in your bed almost every night, cuddled with you, kissed your forehead and told you ‘goodnight’ and ‘good morning’. How was it any different from how he’d treat Nails, Luisa, or any other woman he loved? Minus the sex. And when you challenged that unspoken boundary—on purpose or not—he chickened out and treated you like a plague. What the hell was wrong with him?

The apartment is swallowed in darkness when he enters it. You’re nowhere to be seen, and he figures out you’ve probably shut yourself inside your room, maybe even locked the door, so he wouldn’t be able to come in. He wouldn’t blame you.

He sits on the couch in the gloom and stares into the void. He’ll wait for you to come to him once you’re ready—he’ll sit here for hours if he has to. Angel needs to fix this, tell you what’s really been on his mind the past couple of days—tell you how much you mean to him, how much he loves you, and how fucking terrifying it is.

Three hours pass, and he’s almost dozed off on the couch, his head tilted forward, his back slumped, and his eyelids drooping with every second. The wooden floor creaks underneath your footsteps, waking him up completely. The sleepiness evaporates into thin air as he straightens up and finds your frame in the darkness.

You switch on one of the lamps in the corner of the room. Its warm glow takes over its surroundings, but not overwhelmingly so. Angel squints a little as your frame drops onto the couch beside him. You sniffle softly before leaning your head on his shoulder.

His heart shatters just a little bit more, and his voice carries it, breaking in the middle of the sentence, “I’m sorry, cariño.”

You don’t acknowledge his apology—you don’t really need to. Your next words are all the forgiveness he could ever want.

“I love you, Angel,” you mumble against his arm. It’s a quiet confession, yet it echoes in his mind like a mantra.

He feels your tears soaking into the sleeve of his shirt. The man blinks in shock once, or twice, then pulls you into his lap and presses a gentle kiss against your forehead.

“You know I love you too, right? More than any woman I’ve ever loved,” he admits, and it pains him, but it’s the truth.

He loved Luisa and Stephanie, but those feelings pale in comparison to what he feels for you. Angel never experienced this overwhelming want to protect someone from the whole goddamn world—the pure need to spend every single minute of his life with them and care about them more than he’s ever cared about himself. He feels that for you—like he could throw himself into a burning fire if someone promised him his sacrifice would give you and Maverick safety for the rest of your lives.

You straighten up in his arms and cradle his jaw in your palms. When your eyes meet, you see that burning fire in them. He doesn’t need to say anything else—you understand him without words.

Your lips press against his tentatively at first, tasting the love and longing. But Angel has a different idea. He pulls you flush against his chest, hands tangling in your hair as he deepens the kiss. His tongue grazes the plush of your lips, and you part them for him without a second thought.

That night, he fucks you on the couch in the middle of your living room, your back pressed against the cushions as he slides inside you with a guttural groan. It’s sweet and needy. The desire you harbored for each other finally released into the world—he’s far past feeling guilty, and sorry for a woman that’s long gone.

Your moans reverberate through the room, and all he can think about is how perfectly he fits inside you—like you were made just for him. One look into your eyes, and he knows you’re thinking the same thing.

Your nails bite into the bare skin of his back, and the pain is so lovely—he could get drunk on it. He pushes deeper and deeper until you’re a whimpering, clenching mess beneath him. It’s a picture that burns into his brain, he’ll never be able to get it out—not that he’ll ever want to.

When he spills inside you with a groan, you pull him flush against your naked frame, cradling his face in your palms and leaving sweet pecks anywhere you can reach.

He’s addicted already, he’ll never be able to give you away now—not a chance in the world. Angel’s love for you is burned into his heart permanently.

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she's stolen my heart

eddie munson x female sinclair reader

synopsis: after you're little run-in with Eddie you start to overthink it all, but you both just need to figure it out and communicate.

contents: fluff, some angst, eddie being a corny mess, cussing, mutual pining word count: 1.0k

series masterlist chapter 1

a/n: here's chapter 2 for yall! I rewrote it like 3 times because I didn't know what to do lol. I still don't know how many chapters there will end up being, but I'm looking forward to giving you all a proper story. also, excuse the cheesiness, it's kinda cute.

for some reason, my text keeps glitching so I really hope the beginning makes sense when yall read it :(

chapter song:

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There was no way that had just happened. No way you had been so bold to do what you had done. Your mind was running wild, regret beginning to set it until your thoughts are interrupted.

“Y/n, why are you standing in the parking lot looking like a fool?” You’d recognize the voice of that little rascal anywhere. Erica.

You quickly collect yourself before turning to face her and reply, “You keep talking to me like that and you won’t have a ride home.”

“You keep talking to ME like that and I’ll tell mom.” You knew Erica would revert to childish tactics if it meant she’d get her way. Additionally, you did not have time for your mother's lectures about how you need to be nicer to your sister, as if she ever showed you an inkling of respect, so you surrendered.

“Whatever, I gotta take you home or mom’ll have both our asses.” Erica sucks her teeth and rolls her eyes, then walks away to get her bike to stuff in the back of your car, which is always a challenge.

You sigh as you walk over to your car. Suddenly an arm drapes over your shoulders. “There you are, though you ran out on me angel.” You look up to see Eddie and a winded Dustin running up behind him. “Hey Y/n.”

You giggle, “Hey Dusty. Eddie what did you do to the poor boy?”

“Henderson? Oh he’ll be fine. He’s battled all sorts of monsters. But anyway let’s talk about that little stunt you pulled back in the club room,” He says with a smile. Dustin rolls his eyes before walking over to Eddie’s van.

You decide to tease him a bit, instead of facing the repercussions of your actions, “Eddie, what are you talking about? I only asked you where I could find my sister.”

“You know that’s not what I mean princess, I’m talking about,” he pulled you closer to his side, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “when you called me handsome and then kissed me.”

Feeling dizzy, you scream-whispered back to him, “I didn’t kiss you! On the mouth I mean, but you can’t go around saying that or people will get the wrong idea.”

Eddie starts to move his arm off of your body, “Oh, you mean like people finding out that you kissed the school freak?” He pouts and looks down at the ground, kicking rocks. He knew it was too good to be true. Maybe it had been a dare or maybe you were just having some fun, it didn’t really matter which it was, it only really stung because it was you.

Grabbing his hands and holding them tight you respond, “No! Nothing like that Eds. Just… you know how people here are. I just don’t want them in my business and messing with you because of me.” You look down at your now intertwined hands, thinking you must’ve ruined it. You start to pull away, but suddenly he grabs your hands tightly so you won’t let go.

“You don’t want people here to mess with me because of… you? Now sweetheart, I’m no genius, but that doesn’t make the slightest bit of sense.” He takes your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger, lifting your face to look into your eyes. “N/n these idiots say stupid shit about me everyday. Plus you don’t need to protect me, if anything I would think you’d be ashamed to be seen with me… considering your social status.”

“No, never Eddie. All this high school hierarchy is bullshit anyway. None of it matters as long as…” You pause and place your hand on his cheek, “As long as you care for me the way I care for you.”

Eddie smiles. The biggest smile you think you’ve ever seen on his face. “How could I not when you’re so perfect angel.” He leans in closer to you, eyes flickering to your lips and he wets his own. Your eyes flutter to close then-

“Get a room you freaks!”

You open your eyes and turn to face your little sister, “Erica, I swear to god when we get home.”

“Wrap it up, I got things to do.”

Erica walks to the back of your car, bike in tow waiting for you to come and help her. You look back into Eddie’s eyes, an apologetic look on your face. “Sorry about her. I uh- I gotta go now but…” Eddie cuts you off before you can continue, “I know it’s spring break but would you wanna hang with me sometime. Besides band practice, I don’t have much of anything to do and I would really, really like to properly get to know you.” You both smile.

“I’d really like that, Munson. A lot.”

“I really like you, Sinclair. A lot.”

“You’re so cheesy Eds. Come help me with this bike, will you?” He nods his head and follows you to the car. With Erica’s permission, he takes her bike and manages to get it in faster than the two of you would’ve been able to. Erica gets into the passenger seat and you close the trunk. “Thanks for the help. So how about you pick me up tomorrow at 2?”

“Oh, tomorrow. Yeah no totally, yeah that works. 2 is good- great, it’s great and-”

You cut him off by pressing your lips to his, your hands in his hair. He quickly catches on and places his hands on your waist, kissing you back.

When you finally part, you rest your foreheads together. Eddie breaks the silence “Are you sure I’m not in heaven?”

You laugh, “I’m sure pretty boy. Goodnight, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

With that, you climb into the car and leave him with his thoughts, until Dustin interrupts, again. “Hey Eddie, I know you’re having a moment or whatever but you’re standing in the middle of the parking lot like an idiot.”

“I think she just stole my heart.”

“Oh my god, you’re so dramatic, can we go.”

Eddie walks over to the van and settles himself in the driver's seat, “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood Henderson, so lucky.”

a/n: woop woop! hoping this chapter isn't terrible either cause I'm second-guessing it, but this is what I got for ya! imma start writing chapter 3 soon and maybe get it out by the end of the week, or maybe on my birthday, june 23rd, if I'm feeling up to it! update: nvm🧍🏽‍♀️ i got real busy as soon as the week started lol.

edit: tumblr and i have beef because they stay messing up my posts, it should be fixed now!

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