hello me again with another request hehe, eddie munson x femreader with Ă - âI want to know what itâs like to be loved by you.â thanks love!
Thank you for your request lovely đ I got this prompt twice & decided to make it into a two parter that would fulfil both requests and use the prompt within both parts as well. I hope that's okay and I really hope you like it đ
Part One - big angst warning!
Warnings: Angst, big angst but it gets better, I promise there's a happy ending...it just takes a while. Mild swearing? Mostly just angst with a happy ending here.
Word Count: 3,000 (this will be slightly off as I've just re-editted it 21/1)
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Eddie knew he'd messed up.
Watching you disappear into the darkness as you ran from his trailer, from him.
You caught him off guard.
One minute you were both watching a guy get his arm hacked off on the TV, the next you're telling him all these things about how you love him, how he's been unknowingly hurting you all this time.
His brain just can't comprehend it.
You'd never given him any indication that you had more than just friendly feelings towards him. He felt lucky that you even wanted to be his friend in the first place, and now heâs learning that you could have been more this entire time.
Heâs standing frozen outside of the trailer.
Youâre long gone but heâs still staring after you, hoping, fruitlessly, that youâll turn around and come back to him.
Your face is etched into his mind. Tear stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes, your lips trembling as you tried to contain yourself.
He can still hear your wavering voice, the sobs that you couldnât control as you broke down in front of him.
He had caused that.
All of that.
He was the reason behind all of that pain and sorrow that you had kept bottled up, until tonight.
Eddieâs mind spirals as he tries to remember every interaction heâs ever had with you. Trying to find the clues he had clearly missed. And as he brings forth all those small moments with you, he realises his mistake.Â
The soft touches to his arm or leg whenever he made you laugh. The way you hid your face whenever he used one of the many pet names he had for you. How you would always pull out your walkman as soon as the subject of girls was brought up at lunch.
And worst of all, the one thing he canât believe he always missed is the way you would hold onto him on those movie nights, every week.
He always initiated those moments. He'd pull you into him, laying your head on his chest and moving your legs to drape over his own. But without fail, every time, your arms would wrap around his waist. Holding onto him like you never wanted to let go, like he was a life raft, keeping you afloat.
And now heâs lost you.
He canât have lost you. Not so suddenly, although heâs beginning to realise that it wasnât sudden at all. Itâs been building for months, youâve been hurting like this for months and he didnât even know.
That realisation causes his heart to ache, he feels it slowly falling apart, piece by piece as he replays the evening over and over in his head.Â
He doesnât realise heâs sat on the ground, knees up to his chest as he scrubs his hand over his face, until he hears his name.
âEddie, son, what are you doing out here?â Wayne is standing in front of him, towering over his nephew, looking down at him with confusion and concern clear on his face.Â
âI screwed up.â Eddieâs voice is watery, he notices tears falling from his eyes that he didnât realise had been forming ever since you ran away from him, ran from the pain he was causing you.
Now that heâs noticed them, he canât control it.
âWayne, I donât know what to do.â His words come out as a harsh whisper, barely able to speak through his tears.Â
He feels himself being hauled up off the ground, his uncleâs arm tight around his waist, supporting him and ushering him back inside their trailer. He didnât realise how cold he was until he was sitting on the couch, the heater blasting in the small room. Wayne returns with a heavy blanket and a mug of something warm to try to ease his heavy heart.
âHere.â He hands the mug over to the younger man, draping the blanket over his shoulders, pain shooting through his heart at the sight of his nephew in such a state. âWhat were you doing out there kid? Youâre freezing, couldaâ caught your death in this cold.â
Heâs crouched on the floor in front of Eddie, his hands rubbing up and down the boyâs arms trying to get some warmth back into him.
âI screwed up.â He says simply, tears subsiding for a moment. Heâs back to scrubbing his face, trying to hide any evidence that he was ever crying.
He didnât realise the time, didnât expect Wayne to find him like this. The last thing he wanted was to be a bother, a pain in his uncleâs side. He subtly tries to brush Wayneâs hands away, desperate for the contact but unwilling to let him behind the walls heâd built up long ago.Â
âDonât do that. Donât shut me out, Eddie.â Wayneâs voice is firm but soft, his hand settling back on the younger Munsonâs knee. âIâm here. Iâm not going anywhere, even if you donât let me in.â
The sob that escapes Eddieâs lips breaks his uncleâs heart.
âIâm never going anywhere, Eddie. You donât have to let me in, or talk to me, but I wish you would.â
âDadâŠâ Eddieâs voice cracks as he forces the word out, collapsing forwards, his head falling into Wayneâs shoulder.
The older man is frozen to the spot at hearing the new name, but he quickly recovers as he feels his nephewâs body shaking through his cries. He places a hand on the younger boyâs neck, another on his side, holding Eddie tightly against him. Safe and secure in his arms.Â
âIâm here son.â Wayneâs own voice is shaking, the raw emotion with which Eddie called him âdadâ leaving him feeling open and vulnerable.
From the moment he took Eddie in, all he ever wanted was to make sure the boy felt loved and safe with him. He did all he could to help his nephew feel at home. And though it had been years, and they had built up an understanding, Eddie still kept him at arm's length. Until tonight.Â
Wayne wished it wasnât a moment of pain for Eddie, that brought them to this turning point in their relationship, but here they were.Â
It took a while, but slowly Eddie's breathing began to return to normal, his cries turning into quiet sniffles. Sitting back up, he rubbed the snot and tears away with the sleeve of his flannel shirt, looking at the ground instead of his uncle.Â
"What happened tonight kid?" He asked the younger boy softly, moving to sit beside him, crouching the way he had been was murder for his knees. Eddie replayed the evening's events, telling his uncle every detail he realised he'd missed over the last few months.
"I've lost her, Wayne." He sighed sadly, dejectedly. He had no more tears to cry, his eyes burning fiercely.Â
"Rubbish." His uncle's response had Eddie shooting his head up, looking at the older man like he'd grown a second head.Â
"What do you mean, 'rubbish?' Did you not hear what I've just been telling you?" Eddie stands up, pacing the small room. Agitated and on edge.Â
"You're going to go tell her how you feel. Don't let her slip away, Eddie."
Wayne's right.
He knows he's right.
But would you even want to see him? You'd been so hurt, so heartbroken.Â
"What would I even say?" He asked quietly, almost a whisper. As if he was scared to admit that he wanted to see you, wanted to be close to you again in ways beyond friendship.Â
"Speak from the heart, son. I know it's scary, but you've got to let her behind those walls you've got built up. You can't survive alone forever."
Guilt surges through Eddie's veins. He didn't want to shut his uncle out, he'd always longed for the love he clearly had to give. But letting someone in, letting them close enough that they could hurt you. That wasn't something Eddie thought he could do again.
Tonight, however, those walls were starting to crumble.Â
"I've got you." Eddie's scuffing his foot against the trailer floor. He knows he has Wayne, he always has, but saying it out loud like this makes him feel vulnerable in a way that scares him senseless.Â
"Yes, you do. You always will. But you could have her as well. Isn't that what you want?" Wayne stands, placing himself in front of his nephew, effectively stopping the boy's pacing. He places both hands on his shoulders, forcing Eddie to look at him.Â
"Yes." The young metalhead answers quietly but surely. His eyes locked onto his uncle's, still bloodshot but now filled with hope instead of tears.Â
"Get some sleep, it's too late to go over now. But go first thing, don't let it fester and hurt you both even more." He gives Eddie a hard pat on the shoulder and a soft smile.Â
Eddie nods, turning to walk to his bedroom. As he reaches the threshold he looks back to his uncle,
"Thanks, Dad." His eyes are flitting between the floor and the older man's face, nerves creeping in. He hadn't been able to control the way it'd slipped out before. But this time it was purposeful. He anxiously awaited his uncle's response.
"Anytime, son." The warm smile on Wayne's face eases Eddie's nerves instantly, he nods again and retreats to his bedroom with his own mirroring smile etched onto his face.Â
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The sun had barely risen the next morning as Eddie climbs into his van, anxious and excited to see you. His knee bounces as he wills himself to start the engine. He doesn't know what he'll say, he doesn't know what you'll say. If you would even see him, let alone speak to him.
But he had to try.
The neighbourhood is silent as he pulls up in front of your house. Killing the engine he sits chewing on the end of his thumb.
He hadn't thought this far ahead.
Not really.
What if you didnât want to see him? Last night was, well it was painful, for both of you. What if what you actually need is space? He couldnât, wouldnât, deny you that. He respects you too much to push you into something you arenât ready for.Â
Finding a crumpled receipt on the dashboard, he flattens it out. He finds an old eyeliner pencil in his glove compartment from when you had demanded he try it one time long ago.
He remembers how you could barely look at him for the rest of the night. The colour of your cheeks as they flushed every time he caught you glancing over at him.
Yet again he wishes he could go back and hit his past self around the back of the head for not realising your feelings sooner.
He scribbles out a note. Asking you to meet him at your spot. It didnât matter what time. He would be there. He slides it under the window wiper on your car and begins his journey, hoping that you would give him a chance.
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It's almost dark.
Eddie's been sitting on a damp log, waiting for you all day.
It's your spot. Yours and his, together.
A small clearing by Lover's Lake, surrounded by tall towering trees, creating a feeling of seclusion and peace. You had both spent hours here, smoking, reading, just being together. You never pushed him to speak, even when it was clear that he was struggling with something. You just sat with him, so he wouldn't be alone.
For Eddie, that meant the world, that you would just be with him. Doing nothing together. Hour after hour, wasting your precious time with him.Â
He hears a twig snap in the distance, instantly clambering to his feet, brushing the non-existent dirt from his clothes as his heart beats wildly in his chest.Â
When he finally lays his eyes on you his heart clenches.
Your eyes are puffy, dark circles thick beneath them.
He notices the oversized sweater you're wearing as one from his closet, he can't remember the last time he saw it, but he's more than willing to let you keep it. You're not looking at him, pulling on your sleeve as your eyes glance around, never once falling on him.
âEddie, what do you want?â Your voice is hoarse, as if it's the first time you've spoken all day.Â
âIâm sorry.â He practically whispers, taking a small step towards you. You hold up your hand, stopping him where he is.Â
âYou donât have to be sorry, you donât like me like that, I get it." You dismiss him, taking a step back as if you can't bear to be near him. It hurts like hell to see you so distanced from him. "Please can we not do this? I canât handle you rejecting me again.â
âI didnât reject you though.â Eddie pleads, this time he steps forward with more purpose. Just two steps, no more. He doesn't want to push you, but he needs you to understand.Â
âYou didnât exactly jump for joy though, did you? Didnât welcome me with open arms when I was pouring my heart to you." He hears you take a sharp breath, followed by a trembling sigh. "Eddie, please. Can we just forget it?âÂ
âNo." He almost yells, "I canât forget it. I donât want to forget it.â
âThen what do you want?â There are tears in your eyes again, he can't handle seeing you cry again. He reaches for you as he speaks, his eyes never leaving your face, begging you to let him come closer.Â
âYou. I want you. I want to know what it's like to be loved by you too.âÂ
âThatâs not funny, Eddie." You snap, your eyes finally meeting his, but they're full of hurt and anger.
He flinches as if he's been slapped.
"I opened my heart up to you, you donât get to hurt me by using my own words against me.â You're shouting now, tears threatening to fall.Â
âIâm not trying to hurt you. Please, just listen to me.â He begs, walking up to you, finally in your space. He gently, so very gently, puts his hands on the sides of your arms, softly squeezing them, "Please."
You nod hesitantly, your eyes flitting over his face.
âI didnât expect any of that last night." Eddie begins, not letting go of you. "I know I probably should have, but I think, maybe I didnât let myself see it. God, Iâve liked you ever since the first time I saw you, and that shit terrified me. Because what if you didnât like me back."
Your eyes are locked on his as he speaks, he feels the urge to pace, to move, but he needs to know that you're hearing him, that you're understanding him.Â
"It got worse when I actually got to know you, because I was scared of ruining what we had. So I kept myself at a distance, well as much as I could." He gives you a small, sad smile. "But I guess I got too comfortable. Those movie nights were better than any drug Iâve ever taken, but I got hooked and I couldnât stop myself. But I still didnât want you to know, so I tried to limit myself. Movie nights only." He mocks himself slightly, putting on a faux serious voice. Your subtle chuckle made his heart swell.Â
"But the more I knew you, the more I fell for you. And it got less about being scared of losing you and more about what if you did like me back. What then? Iâve never done this before. Not a real relationship. My parents," He scoffs, "they werenât exactly role model material. What if I screwed us up? What if I hurt you? I couldnât do that to you."
His voice goes quiet as he continues to speak.
"But I have been, havenât I? You made that clear last night. Iâve been hurting you when all I wanted was to keep you from being hurt by me. What sort of sick irony is that?â He hears the watery undertone of his voice. He's never felt so emotionally raw in front of anyone before. He's never let anyone in this way.Â
âEddieâŠâ You reach out to him, a soft hand resting on his cheek. He leans into your touch, desperate to feel that connection with you, to be reminded that you're still there with him.Â
âPlease, let me finish. If I donât, I donât know when Iâll get the nerve to say all of this again.âÂ
âOkay.â You nod, lowering your hand, but leaving it sitting firmly against his chest. He takes a deep breath, the pressure of your hand on him giving him the confidence to continue.Â
âIâm still scared. Terrified of how you make me feel. I mean it when I say I donât know how to do this. Iâm not good at letting people in. I donât even know if I know how. But I do know that I want to try, with you." He presses forward, leaning his forehead against your own. "Iâm sorry. I am so sorry that I hurt you. Please, just give me a chance to show you that I can be good for you. I can be what you need me to be.â
âEddie," You pull your head back, creating some distance. Eddie immediately feels a surge of panic, until he sees the soft smile on your face. "I donât need you to be anyone but yourself. I like you, for exactly who you are.â Your hand is back on his cheek, lightly stroking away the tears that have fallen from his eyes.Â
âI can do this. I promise. If youâll let me, I can show you what itâs like to be loved by me.â He desperately reaches for the hand by your side, slotting your fingers together and holding on tightly.
You softly squeeze his hand, stepping closer so there's no space between you.
âEddie, thatâs all I ever wanted from you.â
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#11 "You're soaked, let me get you a towel." with reader and eddie, for the sleepover event?đ€congrats on 100 followers!!đâšđ«
Thank you for this request đđ„ș I did not intend for it to be this long or this filthy...I hope you enjoy đ
Warnings: Smut 18+ minors DNI, Perv!Eddie, male mastabation, oral (f receiving), somnophilia, dark!soft!Eddie, dacryphilia. Let me know if I've missed any!
Word Count: 2415
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Sweat is beading on Eddieâs furrowed brow, his hand furiously working his flushed red cock as he chases his release. Head thrown back against his pillows, rutting up into his spit covered hand. Heâs been at this for a while, edging himself until heâs a desperate, writhing mess, nearly crying with need as he twists his wrist just right.
He cries out in frustration as a loud knock startles him into ripping his hand away from the swollen length between his legs, leaving it throbbing as his release is stolen from him.
Ignoring the continued knocking he slowly begins to circle his fingers around the sensitive tip, hissing at the painful pleasure heâs experiencing. He vows to edge himself more often if it feels like this everytime.Â
The very second he fully wraps his fingers tightly around himself again, pumping just once, he hears your voice. For a moment he thinks heâs imagined it, it wouldnât be the first time and certainly not the last. Youâre the only person in his mind when he does this. Imagining his hand wrapped around your smaller softer one, guiding you up and down his cock, aching for you. He feels said muscle jerk in his hand as he hears your voice again, clearer this time. Definitely not his imagination.Â
âEddie! Please, I know youâre home! Let me in.â Your voice echoed in his ears. Using all the self control he had he quickly tucked himself back into his sweatpants, the tip hugged tight by the waistband to hide his throbbing bulge.
His mouth goes dry as he opens the door to his trailer, his eyes raking across you. Your shivering, clothes clinging to your curves. Arms wrapped tightly around your middle, bringing his attention fully to the droplets of rain that are running down your chest, guiding his eyes down to your pastel yellow vest. He fights a groan and feels a twitch from beneath his sweatpants at the sight of that vest pulled taut against you and soaked through with rain water, your lace bra doing nothing to hide the way your nipples are pebbled from the chill in the air.Â
Youâre looking up at him through your lashes, youâve never looked so vulnerable and Eddie is ashamed of the way that turns him on even further. He ushers you into his modest trailer, closing the door behind you. Hearing your sniffles he realises itâs not just rain thatâs coating your cheeks. Your eyes are red and puffy, your lip swollen from where youâve been biting it to try and fight the tears back. The sight of you like this reminds Eddie that heâs definitely going to hell, youâre clearly upset and all he can think of is swiping his cock through those pouting lips as you kneel in front of him staring up at him with your wide tear filled eyes.Â
Your little whimper almost has his knees buckling, but it breaks him from the trance of picturing you on your knees.
âWhat happened angel? I thought you were on a date?â His voice is gentle but his mind is angry as he speaks. Jealousy rears its ugly head as he remembers you telling him you had a date tonight with one of the mindless jocks from school. Did they not know you were his? He sees them, staring at you as you walk down the halls, eyes drifting down to your ass as your skirt bounces when you skip past them. He canât blame them, heâs found many excuses by now to get you to bend over in front of him, for no other reason than to shamelessly stare at the way your skirt rides up, leaving your asscheeks peeking out at him everytime.Â
âHe didnât show.â Your voice trembles, either from the cold or the tears that are forming again, Eddie didnât know. Heâs both pleased and furious that you were stood up. He was ready to storm over and knock the jock out when he first asked you on a date, determined to prove that you belonged to him and no one else, but of course you didnât belong to him, not yet. Eddie had yet to pluck up the courage to tell you his big dark secret, how he longed for you, wishing he could have you all to himself. But he couldnât find it in himself to be too angry with the eveningâs events at that moment, as they had led you to him.Â
âYouâre soaked, let me get you a towel.â Eddie rushes to the small bathroom, grabbing two towels that were once fluffy, but now, after many washes, they were slightly tattered and rough. He gently hands you one, signalling for you to begin drying your hair as he takes the other and softly runs it down your free arm. You work together silently. The older boy couldnât resist taking his time, running the towel around your waist, subtly brushing his hand over your breast as he continues to dry you as best as he can. He gulps quietly as he slowly lowers the towel to your legs, helping to remove your shoes as he rubs the towel carefully up your leg. He glances up at you from his place on the floor, kneeling in front of your heated center, looking for any signs of discomfort. But youâre concentrating fully on drying your hair, not taking any notice of Eddie as he continues his climb, stroking the towel along the bottom of your thighs, just peeking out from under your skirt.Â
He doesnât want to stop, but the temptation is killing him. His cock hasnât stopped leaking since the moment he placed his hands on you, regardless of the towel blocking him from fully touching you.Â
âThe bedroomâs warmer than out here. How about I get you something to change into and you stay here tonight yeah?â He asks, his voice sweet and soft, internally begging you to just say yes. He wants nothing more right now than to see you in his clothes, in his bed.Â
âThanks Eddie. I donât know what Iâd do without you.â You lean up on your tiptoes to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek, your eyes shining with leftover tears. Guilt and shame flood his brain as you let yourself drop back down, your chest bouncing hypnotically. He knows, he knows his thoughts are wrong. That youâre sweet and kind. But he just canât resist the pull he feels towards you. The way you tempt him just by being you. Is it really wrong if it makes him feel so good?Â
He leaves you to change out of your wet, sticky clothes into his Hellfire t-shirt, making his way back to his bedroom. He canât help himself, leaving the door open just a crack. His eyes drift back to you, standing with your back facing him as you peel your clothes off. He silently palms himself through his sweatpants as you bend over, fully removing your skirt and stepping out of it. He fights a whimper that builds in his chest as your white panties cling to your wet skin, giving him an almost clear image of you pussy as you turn towards the bedroom door.Â
âShit.â His voice is muffled by his fist in his mouth as he quickly moves, hiding his body fully behind the door in fear of being caught. He stays there a moment, waiting for you to burst in, demanding to know why he was watching you. But nothing happens. He risks another glance and sees you tugging his top down around your waist, letting it fall to skim the tops of your soft thighs. He releases a breath, you remain none the wiser.
Heâs already lying in bed when you enter the room, shyly pulling the top down as far as you can to cover yourself. Eddie pays that no mind as he taps the bed, pulling back the covers and signalling for you to join him. Youâve shared a bed countless times. Being friends for so long, late night movies and chats often led to unplanned sleepovers. He smiles to himself as he feels the bed dip when you climb in next to him. He waits for you to settle, pressing yourself back against him, stealing his warmth. An arm finds its way across your waist, settling just below your breasts, bare beneath the metalheadâs t-shirt. He can feel the way your chest moves up and down as you breathe, the calm gentle thump of your heart signalling that you feel safe with him.Â
Only he knows that you shouldnât. He would never hurt you, not really. But sometimes the hold you have on him is just too strong for him to fight. Like tonight. Your scent is wrapped around him, your soft body pressed firmly against him. He resists for as long as he can. Waiting desperately for sleep to take you. Gently running his fingertips along your ribs, his wrist accidentally brushing over your nipple every once in a while. And you remain still, calm and quiet through his feigned innocent ministrations. Itâs not long before you fall asleep, your body relaxing even further into his chest, your breathing evening out.Â
He lets himself softy, teasingly, shift his hips forwards. His trapped cock aching for friction. The earlier edging had taken a much longer detour than he had expected, his body desperate for release.Â
But he wants to take his time. Wants to feel your body against his. Wants to touch your soft skin, hear your whimpers and moans as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.Â
He must resist. He canât push too far. He watches your sleeping face, lax with relaxation. Gently, he brushes some hair behind your ear, testing, waiting to see if you stir. Nothing. Youâre deadly still, except for the gentle rise and fall of your chest. Slowly, softly, he lowers the quilt, exposing you to him. The t-shirt has risen slightly, allowing him to see your white panties, the cute blue frills along the edge tempting him to reach out and touch. And who is he to resist such a pretty invite.Â
He runs his fingers along the edge of the material, skimming the curve of your ass gently. He follows the frills all the way around, until he feels the heat of you against the tips of his fingers. His cock throbs in anticipation as he lets his hand move closer. His middle finger softly stroking the material that covers your hidden center, feeling your lips pressed tightly to the cotton. You let out the quietest of moans as he finds your clit. Freezing for a second he looks at your face, your eyes are closed, lips opened just slightly. A smile spreads on his face, thankful that you're still sleeping.Â
His confidence grows. The arm that's nestled under your neck reaches cautiously for your top, pulling it up just enough for your nipples to peak out at him. He almost drolls at the sight of you, innocent and unaware of what he's doing to you. His fingers find your nipple, teasingly stroking it as he continues the light touch to your clit, rolling it under his thumb. Pressing harder periodically to feel you squirm against him, his cock bouncing eagerly everytime you move.Â
Eddie begins to grow impatient, his weeping tip poking out the top of his sweatpants. He tugs himself out of the confines of his bottoms, restraining the loud groan that wants to escape as he finally wraps his hand around himself tightly. He gives himself a few pumps, already beginning to feel oversensitive and close to release.Â
Carefully he pulls your panties to one side, dipping his finger between your folds. Stroking from your sopping wet entrance, up to your sensitive clit. Your sleepy whimpers make him desperate with the need to feel you against him. He ruts his leaking cock against the soft flesh of your ass, once, twice, before pushing it down to your burning core.Â
He strokes himself through your folds, your wetness making the glide smooth. Hitting your clit each time he gently thrusts himself against you. He can feel you squirming against him, your thighs tightening around him, squeezing the tip every time he pushes forward. It doesn't take long before he's chasing his release, trying hard to be gentle but feeling feral as you begin to push your body back into him, chasing your own friction.Â
The coil snaps, he's coating your pussy in his warm release before he could stop him. Soiling your panties as he drags his sensitive cock across them, leaving his mess in the seat of your underwear. He pulls them back over to cover you, your pussy still twitching and clenching around nothing.Â
He watches as you writhe in your sleep, still desperate for your own completion. Taking pity on your pathetic ruts against the mattress, he shuffles quietly down the bed, only stopping when his face is in line with your pretty little pussy, all covered up with your panties, soiled with his cum. The thought makes his cock jump, but he's had his fun. Now it's your turn.Â
His tongue runs along your folds, over the cotton, soaking them even more. He can taste his cum mixed with something so sweet that it must be you. Finding your clit he relentlessly starts flicking it with the tip of his tongue, his nose rubbing against your entrance as you rut back against him. Sleep filled groans fill the room as you ride his face. Your movement grows sloppy as your climax approaches, Eddie takes your clit between his lips and sucks harshly. Your hips stutter as white hot pleasure shoots through you.Â
Sensing your sudden awareness Eddie subtly slides off the bed, standing by the door.Â
"E-Eddie?" You voice is heavy with sleep and pleasure, he sees the confusion written over your face.Â
"What's wrong sweetheart?" He asks, feigning ignorance.Â
"I just-what just happened?" The innocence in your voice is a striking difference to the way he remembers you rutting against his face just moments ago.Â
"I'm just coming back from the bathroom. Let's get back to sleep, it's late angel." Eddie slides back into the bed beside you, wrapping you up in his arms once more as you begin to relax again. Placing your trust in him once more, to keep you safe while you sleep.Â
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For the sleepover, âIâm extremely okay with thisâ with Eddie pls, also congrats on 100!! đ„ł
Thank you for your request đ I fully intended for this to be full on soft smutty goodness, but the words alluded me, I'm very tempted to come back to this with a part two of the actual smut in the near future though đ„° I hope you still enjoy it!
Warnings: Pre-smut but definite 18+ minors DNI! Plus size!reader, virgin!eddie x virgin!reader, insecure!reader (but not about her size), body hair, soft, fade to black smut.
Word Count: 1,527
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Friday nights are reserved for date night. And by date night you mean watching movies at your boyfriend's trailer. And by âwatching moviesâ you mean not watching the movie at all.
Eddie's fingers are digging into your waist, holding the soft skin tightly as you try to roll your hips upwards to meet his. This isn't new territory for either of you. Although youâre both virgins, youâve been together for a few months now and you could only keep your hormones in check for so long before you both cracked.
Most Friday nights you found yourself lying in Eddieâs bed, gasping and groping at each other. So far it has been exhilarating. Eddie made you feel beautiful and loved with every touch, every kiss and every word. But there had always been layers of clothing shielding your bodies, fingers subtly grazing each otherâs skin before going back to the safety of the cotton and denim armour you both wore.
Eddieâs teeth began nipping at your neck, his lips pressing soft kisses to soothe the bite. As his hand strayed below your waistline, softly teasing the skin that dipped below your hips; you thought nothing of it, other than the usual thrill it sent up your spine, tempting a whine from your throat.
Your back arched into him as he mouthed his way back up your jaw. Briefly, you noticed his hand hadnât retreated as it usually would, but before that thought could go any further, his lips found yours in a needy kiss. His tongue, that devilish muscle that left you writhing and longing to feel it much lower, desperately parted your lips, eliciting a loud moan that you barely recognise as your own.
Eddieâs fingers dance their way lower, causing your core to clench around nothing in anticipation. As they continue their path towards where you want them most, you feel the cold chill of anxiety prickle your skin, your body tensing instantly.
It takes Eddie a few seconds to catch up, lost in the desperate way heâs rolling his hips against your soft thick thigh. It isnât until he feels your small hands press gently but firmly against his chest that he withdraws, panting and looking down at your flushed face, his eyes clouded with lust and concern.
âAre you okay?â He rasps, âWe can stop, itâs alright if you donât want to go further.â Eddieâs voice is horace, his lips wet and swollen from your eager kisses. It takes all your restraint to not pull him back into you, longing to envelope him with your body.
âIt-itâs not that. I do, I really do. I just- I didnât think this would happen tonight.â You canât help but stutter as nerves begin to take over your body. Eddieâs staring at you with his big brown eyes, theyâre blown wide and looking softly down at you, making you melt inside just a little.
âWhat do you mean?â He asks, tilting his head to the side slightly. Youâre in trouble. Everything this boy did was too adorable, too soft and sweet for words. Your anxiety is bubbling but so is your need to kiss away the confused frown thatâs etched onto your boyfriendâs face. He sits back, kneeling on the bed a small distance from you, trying to give you some semblance of space to gather your thoughts.
âI havenât, you know, prepared.â You could feel your cheeks warm as you spoke, your voice barely louder than a whisper. Pressing your thighs together as if to hide what was already hidden behind your layers of clothing.
âPrepared what?â Eddieâs being so patient, you know youâre not explaining yourself well but fuck, youâre nervous. You knew this would happen, but not tonight. You didnât do all the things you needed to do, all the things youâre meant to do.
âI didnât, well I mean Iâve gotâŠshit.â You feel your eyes beginning to water, a few tears slipping down your cheeks. Hastily, you brush them away, shaking your head and releasing a forced, wet laugh, âWhy am I crying? Iâm ruining everything over something so s-stupid.â
âDonât cry, sweetheart.â Eddie is quick to wipe away another tear as it falls, âItâs okay, you arenât ruining anything, we donât have to do this.â He brushes your hair softly away from your face, his fingers finding your chin and tilting your head to look up at him. âWe can just cuddle. Or-or I could take you home? Whatever you need, angel, just name it.â
âI donât want to go home Eddie.â Your voice wobbles but even you can hear how frustrated you sound. You just need to tell him, rip the bandaid off. âI want this. I want you. I just didnât anticipate it happening tonight, so I havenâtâŠâ You taper off, nerves forcing you to mumble your confession. âI havenât shaved.â
âWhat?â
âI didnât shave.â You say a little too abruptly, embarrassed to be admitting it to him. âLike my legs or my- you know.â Your trembling hand settles on your thigh, gesturing nervously between your legs. You canât look at him.
âOkay?â Eddieâs own hand settles over yours as his confused tone hits your ears, making you glance up at him through your eyelashes. âI mean thatâs really not a big deal. Did someone tell you that was a big deal?â
âWell, no. I guess itâs just implied?â Shrugging you sit up a little straighter on the bed, hugging your knees to your chest. âI mean, Iâve seen the magazines you keep under your bed, the women in those arenât hairy.â You say it before you can think not to, a heavy flush settling on your cheeks as you, yet again, look anywhere but at your boyfriend. Internally cringing at why you had to bring those magazines into the conversation.
âYou saw those?â Eddie practically squeaks, you risk a look at him and see him sat like a deer in headlights, his hair pulled in front of his face as he tries to hide the blush that is forming.
âYeah.â No point lying now that itâs out in the open.
You honestly hadnât been snooping. Youâd accidentally knocked one of his dice from the bedside table the other night, and when youâd crouched down to get it, well you were almost face to face with a womanâs tits. You were curious okay? Eddie was in the shower, so you took a few minutes to flick through the suspiciously âwell-usedâ pages.
âItâs okay, I mean we all do it right?â
Did you actually lose the ability to think before you speak tonight?
âDo what?â Eddieâs blush was still present, but now there was a cheeky grin on his face as he eyed you.
âShut up, you know what Iâm talking about!â The flush that covered your body, as you sat trying to reign in your embarrassment, might become a permanent fixture at this point, it definitely didnât seem to be receding any time soon. âDonât change the subject.â
âLook,â His expression turned serious, his soft eyes never leaving yours. âThe women in those magazines, they arenât real. I mean obviously they are real, but they arenât realistic. Not all women look like that.â
You knew that, logically, but it wasnât like you saw that many girls naked. You didnât know what was normal other than what you saw in his magazines or what you overheard from girls chatting in the changing rooms at school, which was limited at best.
âI donât care if youâve got hair all over your legs, or anywhere else. If you want to shave I have a razor in the bathroom, youâre welcome to use it. But you donât have to do that for me.â You feel his hand on your ankle, rubbing small circles with his index finger. âI still want to touch you, if you want me to. Hair or not.â His eyes are still locked on yours, only now thereâs just a hint of insecurity in them, as if heâs worried he might have said the wrong thing.
âYou really arenât going to be grossed out?â He smiles at your question, squeezing your ankle a little tighter.
âIâm extremely okay with this, sweetheart. Nothing about you could gross me out.â Eddie holds up his pinky for you, a playful smile on his face. âPromise.â You canât contain the small laugh that escapes you, biting your lip as you smile back at him.
âOkay.â You nod as you hook your pinky with his, the small touch sending sparks through your body. Eddieâs eyes widen, his breathing picks up. Now itâs his turn to join in with the nerves that have been coursing through your veins.
âYeah?â Thereâs hope, and a little disbelief, seeping through his words. His pupils dilating with want and anticipation.
âYeah.â You give your boyfriend a soft smile as you look at him through your lashes, heart thudding with excitement and a hint of nerves.
âShit, o-okay.â Eddie stumbles his way back to you, both hands finding your face and pulling you in for a deep, needy kiss. Biting your lips softly as he drags you to sit in his lap.
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Hi! Iâd like to request this out of your prompt list: âKiss me." "What?" "Kiss me so they donât see me." with Eddie Munson please đ„ș
Thank you so much for this request đ I fully intended for it to be a short blurb but it got away from me just a little đ
Warnings: Kissing without permission, plus size reader, fatphobic bullying mentioned, swearing.
Word Count: 1,412
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âKiss me.â You spun Eddie around, holding onto the collar of his vest, so you were hidden behind him, with your back flat against the wall. You were well aware that he was only there to deal, but right now you needed someone and you knew he was the least likely person to judge you.
âWhat?â Eddieâs face was one of confusion, you saw the hesitation in his eyes. His arms flailed a little by his sides, unsure of what to do with them with you intruding in his personal space so suddenly.
âKiss me so they donât see me! Please Eddie.â Desperation leaked into your voice. Your hands were still firmly holding onto his lapels, forcing him closer to your body, shielding you away from the rest of the party goers.
âWho? Your friends?â He dramatically turned his head, looking around for whoever you might be hiding from. As his head began turning back to you, a question clear on his lips, you saw them.Â
Your âfriendsâ. They were clearly looking for you, their lip gloss coated lips pulled into smirks. They had been your friends ever since middle school. Laughing and giggling about boys, doing each otherâs hair and having slumber parties every weekend. But once you hit high school things changed. They each became cheerleaders, leaving you to sit on the sidelines cheering them on, their own personal cheerleader. Each month the distance between you grew. You were still dragged along to their lunch table everyday, forced to attend their inane house parties where youâd ultimately be left babysitting their drunk asses. But they had also become meaner, gradually, so gradual that at first you didnât notice. The backhanded compliments about the way you dressed, the even more snide remarks about your weight, disguised as them just âlooking out for youâ. You were done being their âfat friendâ, the one they all talked about behind your back and used as the butt of their jokes.Â
Theyâve not noticed you yet, but theyâre getting closer. They would spot you any second now.Â
Looking back at Eddie you donât think, you just throw your arms around his neck and slot your lips on top of his before he has the chance to stop you. At first he doesnât move. Stood frozen as you kiss him urgently.Â
Itâs only when your fingers gently move along the nape of his neck that heâs seemingly brought back to life. His hands find purchase on your waist, gripping hard at the soft fabric that covers your stomach. You forget the reason that youâre kissing him when his lips become firm against yours, taking control from you. He leads you into a messy, wet kiss that has your knees going weak. You nip at his lip needily, releasing a whimper from his lips as you tug his bottom one gently with your teeth.
His whimper jolts back to reality harshly. Ripping yourself away from the metalhead, you look up at him with wide eyes. His are already staring down at you, blown just as wide as yours. You feel your body go cold. You used him.Â
âIâm sorry. Fuck, Iâm so sorry.â You push yourself away from the wall and run down the hall away from him. Eddie was nice. He was kind and sweet. It didnât matter that you spent most of your time with the very same people that bullied him, he still smiled at you anytime you made eye contact. He even took notes for you in English one day when you were off sick, and youâd never seen Eddie take notes in class, ever.Â
He was kind and you used him. You couldnât stop the shame from bubbling up inside of you.
You find yourself sitting on the curb outside the house. Shivers wrack your body, because of course itâs the middle of fall and youâd stupidly decided that a jacket would ruin your outfit. It was late, the only sound along the street was the muffled noise of the bass coming from the party behind you. So your heart jumped when you suddenly felt a warm weight over your shoulders.Â
âHere.â Eddie is standing over you, his leather jacket now wrapped around you, his scent intoxicating your mind.
âYou donât have to do that.â You mutter, letting your eyes fall back to the ground, kicking a cigarette butt around with the toe of your boot.Â
âDo what?â You feel him sit next to you, practically shoulder to shoulder, tapping your foot with his.Â
âBe kind.â You scoff slightly, âI basically threw myself at you back here, I didnât even wait to see if you were okay with it. I just, Iâm so sorry Eddie.â Shame floods your body again, pulling your knees into your chest so you can hide your face.Â
âI mean, yeah, waiting for a yes would be advised for the future, but luckily for you I was kind of into it.â The smile in his voice is so obvious, and true to what you heard, when you raise your head to look at him heâs got a boyish grin gracing his features, dimples beautifully etched into his cheeks.
âYou were?â You know you sound shocked, and you know you probably shouldnât be quite as shocked as you are. You were there, you felt the way he kissed you back, just as desperately as you kissed him. But youâd thought maybe, naively, that was just the way he kissed.
âYouâve really not noticed me staring at you before? The boys rip into me everytime they catch me. And did you really think that kiss was me not into it?â His eyebrows are raised, a soft, teasing smirk on his lips as he looks at you.
âEddie Munson stares at me? I find that hard to believe.â Thereâs that scoff again. You know heâs kind, but he doesnât have to lie to spare your feelings.
âWhy is that so hard to believe? Am I that repulsive?â You can hear that heâs clearly joking, but thereâs a hint of vulnerability in his eyes as he waits for your answer.
âWhat? No! Of course youâre not, I am.â Youâre standing now, waving your arms as you speak. Incredulous that Eddie could genuinely think he might be seen as repulsive by you. He is the most attractive boy in your school, despite what the masses of judgemental teenagers might say. You on the other hand, youâve heard the comments thrown your way. The looks you receive anytime you dare to eat something in front of anyone.
âAre you shitting me? Youâre beautiful, tell me you know that.â Eddie is standing now too, directly in front of you. His frustration and disbelief, clear as day.Â
âThatâs why I kissed you, my âfriendsâ were trying to force me into a stupid game of seven minutes in heaven. This isnât my first party, I know what the guys here think of me. Iâm not putting myself through that again.â You curse the few tears that begin to build in your eyes, you refuse to cry over boys who arenât worth your time. Eddieâs hands find yours, pulling you closer to him, not quite pressed together but close enough that you can feel the heat of him against your chest.
âThose boys are immature jerks, and Iâll kick their asses if I hear them say one bad word about you.â He swears. His eyes are locked on yours, imploring you to understand the seriousness of his words. And you did. The way he was looking down at you, as if you hung the stars just for him, made you feel warm. A small smile graced your lips as you looked up at him.
âI know Iâm not repulsive, I actually like my body. Iâm happy with who I am and what I look like.â A sigh escapes you, âBut sometimes, those comments just- fuck they just hurt you know? I donât deserve that shit.âÂ
âYou donât. You deserve someone who sees you and likes you, because youâre you.â His eyes are sincere, fingers interlocking with yours. Itâs clear what heâs implying and it has butterflies forming in your stomach.
âCan I kiss you? Promise Iâll wait for your reply this time.â You ask almost shyly, looking up at him through your mascara coated lashes.Â
âConsent is very sexy.â He teases, pulling a small giggle from your lips as he tugs your body against him. âKiss me angel.â
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Random prompt if youâre up for it(no pressure!)âŠMechanic!Eddie. I donât care in what context. Iâm sure you can see by my url that this is extremely relevant to my tastes đ€Ł
Thank you lovely for this request! As you know it took me a while to come up with an idea for this but then it came to me while listening to Coffee Baby by Nataly Dawn. I mean it definitely doesn't follow the song at all, but it still inspired me đ I hope you like this đ
Warnings: Smut 18+ minors DNI! Mild enemies to lovers, mechanic!Eddie x barista!reader, fingering, oral (m receiving), squirting, praise kink, overuse of the word cunt đ€Ł oops. Think that's it?
Word Count: 1,994
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The bell jingled as the door to your small coffee shop was pushed open, a gust of cool autumn air drifted in. You didnât look up, too busy serving the customer in front of you, but you heard his heavy footsteps approaching.Â
Every day for the last fortnight a frustratingly pretty man came into your little cafe for his lunchtime caffeine boost. At first glance you had been thoroughly entranced by his big brown eyes, his long hair pulled up into a loose bun on top of his head. You were very nearly a stuttering mess by the time he got to the counter.Â
Until you saw the trail of black handprints that appeared on the glass cabinet as he showed you which pastry he wanted, and when you looked down you saw those same handprints dancing across the counter as he leant towards you with a smirk.
And so began the best and worst part of your day all rolled into one.
The cycle was the same every time. During your busiest lunch rush, Pretty Boy would order one of the sugariest drinks you had on your menu, along with a pastry, both to go. And when you asked if that was all, he would respond with the exact same line, each and every day.
âThatâs all thanks, unless youâre on the menu today.â Leaning on the counter as he looked down at you with his hazelnut eyes, making you clench your thighs together.Â
It didnât matter that it was the same everyday, your reaction never changed. And neither did the way the heat within you would change from lust to anger in a split second as he lifted his hands from your countertop. Two large handprints left behind, black and shiny with oil.Â
You would scrub and scrub, never quite removing the grease entirely. And so your frustration grew.Â
And it grew and grew, until one day he deviated from his usual routine.Â
âAre you actually kidding me right now?â You didnât mean to say that out loud. But when you saw him walk through the door, into your empty cafe, minutes before you were due to close, a hot lick of anger swept over your body.Â
âWhat?â He had that audacity to look shocked, as if he didnât know the torment he caused you everyday.Â
âEvery day.â You began, pacing in the small space behind the counter, âEvery damn day, you come in here with that adorable fucking smile and then you smear oil over everything. Everything! Do you know how long it takes to clean that greasy shit off? If I can get it off at all.â Your face was warm by the time you finished, feeling your breath come in small pants.Â
âYou think Iâm adorable?â That signature smile was back, his cheeks dimpled. You swore if you werenât so infuriated with him youâd have swooned at the sight of that smile directed at you.Â
âSeriously? Thatâs all you heard from what I just said?â You groaned loudly, putting your face down on the counter. Frustration exhausting you after a long day of customers.Â
âIf it helps, I don't even like coffee. I just come here to see you." Pretty Boy shrugged as he spoke, that smile never leaving his lips as he stepped up to the counter.Â
"You don't like coffee? You cover my counters, cabinets and door in black, disgusting oil and you don't even like coffee?â Your arms are thrown into the air, a laugh of disbelief escaping you, it almost sounded hysterical. As he took another step towards the counter you thrust your hands out at him. âAnd donât you even think of touching anything in here right now, weâre closed."Â
He held his hands up in mock surrender. His smile curled into a smirk as he watched you.
"Iâm not gonna touch anything you donât want me to, sweetheart.â The way he said the pet name, full of something you could only describe as lust, had your heart racing, your cunt clenching desperately around nothing.Â
âAnd is that all you heard from what I just said?" He mocked you as he spoke, another flick of anger raised within you, making the lust taste even sweeter.
"No,â A deep sigh leaves your body, âbut if I stop being angry with you then there's nothing stopping me from grabbing those stupid big hands and letting you leave those flithy handprints all over me instead of the counters."Â
Your eyes are locked on his as you speak, noting the way his pupils dilate, making his eyes look black as he stalks his way closer to you.Â
âI wouldnât be opposed to that.â He stares into your eyes as he slowly moves his hands, heavily dropping them on the counter in front of you. Your gaze flickers down, seeing the way he spreads his long thick fingers, smearing grease along your wooden countertop.Â
âFuck it.â
Your hands are on his overalls before you have a chance to second guess it. Grabbing the straps and pulling him forcefully into you. There are fireworks going off behind your eyes as your lips meet, both fighting for dominance. His rough lips are molding to your own, his tongue licking along the seam, desperate to open you up to him.
The loud groan echoed through the empty room as he pulled away from you, a thin trail of spit still connecting you. Both of you are panting, eyes locked on each other, both looking like the predator, about to consume its prey.Â
âShit.â Pretty Boy practically throws himself over your counter, his feet landing firmly either side of you, boxing you in against the wall. His hands are hovering over you, close but not close enough. Heâs giving you an out, you realise. You shut that shit down as fast as you can.
A deep moan escapes him as your hand finds the bulge in his pants, running your fingers teasingly up and down the outline of his cock.Â
âFuck.â He dips his head, mouthing and biting your neck. His hands grabbing at your hips and dragging you around to sit you on the counter, slotting his body firmly between your legs. You can feel him straining through his pants, pressing hard against your dripping cunt.Â
âOff.â You tug at his overalls, desperate to feel him bare against you. You whine as he pulls away, leaving one last bite on your throat. You can hardly sit still, toes curling and body still tingling as you watch him practically rip his overalls off.Â
Heâs back on you in an instant, his hands gripping your thighs, spreading your legs and wrapping them around his waist. Dragging you by the hips, he pulls you towards him, so all you can feel is his aching cock rubbing against your folds. You donât know if itâs you or him, but your panties are almost dripping by the time he lets his fingers walk their way up your thigh, under your skirt.Â
He teases you, withdrawing his pelvis and softly running his fingers along the edge of your underwear. Your hips buck towards him, desperate to have him touch your throbbing cunt, but instead he gives your thigh a sharp slap. His fingers biting into the flesh of your hip as he holds you in place.
âBe a good girl for me. Good girls get rewards.â
You feel yourself go pliant beneath him, a keen breaking free from your soft lips. He smirks against your throat, kissing up towards your jaw.Â
âYou like that sweetheart? When I call you a good girl, my good girl?â He slips his fingers beneath your panties, sliding them through your dripping folds as you arch your back.
âI knew youâd be good for me.â He finds your clit, circling it gently, teasingly. âYouâre all bark and no bite, arenât you baby? Trying to tell me off earlier, when really youâre just desperate to have me fill that needy little pussy.â You gasp loudly, throwing your arms around his neck as he sinks two fingers into your wet opening.Â
âFuck, youâre so tight baby.â The lewd sound of wet squelching echoes in the empty room as he thrusts his fingers deeper.
Heâs relentless, pounding his fingers into you, finding that soft spot inside of you and aiming for it with every thrust. Youâre mumbling and crying out as your nails scratch his back, clawing at him as he teases your clit with his other hand. Circling and rubbing the sensitive nub.Â
Itâs not long before you're clenching around him, tumbling towards your release. Youâre seconds away, desperately rutting yourself up into his fingers. He pinches your clit, hard, sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body. Youâre screaming and writhing beneath him as you feel yourself let go, cumming harder than ever before on a strangerâs fingers. Heâs groaning as he feels your release reach his aching cock, watching as you squirt all over his hand.Â
âThatâs my good girl.â He barely gives you a second to recover before heâs stroking the tip of his weeping cock through your folds, rubbing it against your oversensitive clit.Â
âToo much.â Your voice is sluggish, still in the aftershocks of your orgasm.Â
âOkay baby, we can save that for next time. Can you get on your knees for me instead?â He strokes your hair as he speaks, leaving kisses down your neck towards your collarbone. He feels you nod above him.Â
âThatâs it sweetheart.â He helps you down to the floor, tugging his cock as he watches your flushed face, your pupils still blown wide. âOpen wide baby.â He taps his cock on your lips, smearing his precum along the soft skin.Â
You open your mouth, licking your tongue over the angry red tip, groaning as the musky taste hits you. His hands are in your hair, tugging harshly as you wrap your lips tightly around him. Bobbing your head up and down, you let him fuck your throat and make you gag around his thick muscle.Â
As he's thrusting his hips, groaning loudly, you reach your hand up. Lightly running your fingers over his heavy balls. You feel him tense above you. Your tongue swirls around the head of his cock as you look up at him through your lashes.Â
"Fuck, just like that. Keep doing that." His thrusts become sloppy as you continue your ministrations, softly letting your nails tickle along his balls as they swing heavily between his legs. His hips stutter when you finally cup the warm sack, squeezing gently and rolling them over your fingers.
"Shit, yes, you're such a good fucking girl. Fuck." He spills deep in your mouth. He's whimpering above you, humping your face in minute little thrusts as your throat clenches around his tip, milking him for all he's worth.Â
You sit back when he finally releases you, panting heavily. He's leaning back against the wall, you can see the way his chest heaves as he catches his breath. You both share a smile that is far too shy for the events that just occurred.Â
Later that night, when you're tidying up the mess you'd both made, you find a note. Tucked into your soiled panties that are draped over the till, is a small grease stained note that reads:
Call me if you want me to âtune your engineâ again, the name's Eddie by the way.Â
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toni!! iâm so happy people are recognizing your talent, you deserve every follower/note!! would you do us the honors of writing #14. âI want to know what it's like to be loved by you." with our sweet stinky boy eddie ?? đ€đ€
You're gonna make me cry! Stop đđ„° thank you so much. I truly appreciate your words and hope this angst filled fic doesn't make you regret them!
Warnings: Angst. I repeat, ANGST! There will be a part two, but for now, there is only angst and no comfort.
Word Count: 1,246 (this will be slightly off as I've just re-editted it 21/1)
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Eddie had an arm around your shoulder, his hand resting on your knee, as you curled up together to watch the B rated slasher flick he'd picked up from Family Video earlier that night.Â
To an outsider you looked like a happy couple, contentedly watching a movie, wrapped up in one another.
But that wasn't quite the truth.Â
You're Eddie's best friend, and he's yours. But the more you got to know each other, the deeper you fell for him. To everyone who didn't know him, he's a 'freak', a loser, hell some even think he's a satanist. However to those closest to him, you included, he is the most kind hearted person they knew. He's eccentric, theatrical and enjoys making a scene. But ultimately he is loyal, he would do anything for any one of his friends.
And that's all you are.
His friend.
That's a thought that chips away at you little by little every single day.Â
"I can't do this anymore Eddie." Your voice is subdued as you pull away from him, creating a few inches of distance between you both.
Your sudden movement left Eddie's side cold, a look of confusion on his face as he glances up at you.Â
"What are you talking about? The movie? I know it's kind of a shit, we can turn it off and find something else if you want sweetheart?"
Your heart cracked at the pet name. The boy in front of you innocently watching as he broke your heart again, completely unaware of your inner turmoil.
"It's not the movie, Eddie. It's everything."
A deep sigh escapes your lips.
You can't look at him, choosing to pick a loose thread on your sweater, instead of being subjected to the wide brown eyes that are looking at you with concern.
"I'm sick of sitting on the sidelines. Watching you moon over Chrissy or talking with the boys about those girls that always come to your shows."
Your anger betrays you for a moment, subtly seeping through your words. Taking a breath, you control yourself, it's not his fault, you know that.
"You treat me like one of the boys. I'm not, you know that right? I'm a girl, a girl that's been there for you through so much, that's always here for you."
The sting of unshed tears hits you as you continue spilling your heart out to him.
"We have these movie nights where you hold me like I'm the only girl in the world, like you want me. But then the next day you're punching my arm and ruffling my hair like I'm Dustin."
Tears are flowing freely down your face now, mascara running messily down your cheeks.
"And I don't expect you to just suddenly be in love with me after I say all this. I just- I want you to notice me, to realise I'm right here. I want to know what it's like to be loved by you, and I could love you back the way you deserve, if you'd only give me a chance."
Your last words are spoken through a sob as you pull yourself from the couch, unable to look back at the boy who unknowingly shattered your heart every time you saw those kind, beautiful eyes.
You find yourself outside before you even realise you'd started moving, hastily shutting the trailer door behind you. Fighting the cries that are trying to force their way out of you, you look for your car.
Shit.
Eddie had picked you up.
The tears that you'd been holding at bay broke free at the revelation that you would either have to walk the hour-long journey home under the night sky, many of the streets eerily unlit, or go back inside and face Eddie, begging him to just take you home.Â
You can't bring yourself to do either.
So you don't.
You let yourself collapse onto the ground, leaning against the front wheel of Eddie's van. Sobs wracking your body as you hug your knees to your chest.Â
Tonight wasn't meant to happen like this. You didn't want to tell him. Didn't want to admit just how deeply you've fallen for him. You feel the despair as it creeps over you, darkening every corner of your mind.Â
After what could have been minutes or even hours, you hear the trailer door creak open. You don't look up, anxiety clawing at your chest, unsure of what Eddie will say when he finds you still there.Â
You hear his footsteps as he approaches you, they're slow, hesitant.Â
"You didn't leave." His voice is unsteady as he speaks, you can hear the nerves he tries to hide.Â
"You're my ride..." You mutter quietly, trying and failing to wipe away the tears that coat your face. Your breathing is still erratic, heart pounding in your chest.
"Right." He's scuffing his foot along the floor. "You treat me like one of the guys too, you know." He says in an almost accusatory tone.Â
"You are a guy Eddie." You deadpan, shooting a glare up at him. The effect likely lost behind your bloodshot eyes and tear stained cheeks.Â
"You know what I mean!" His arms are thrown in the air, slapping back down against his sides. His frustration clear and palpable.
"No I don't."Â
"You don't, you know, like, flirt with me or anything." His voice is soft, confused.
You know this confession had come out of the blue for him, he'd have to be clairvoyant to have seen it coming.
You spent years trying desperately to hide your growing feelings. Everytime he ogled a girl, punched your arm or any of the many other things he did, only confirmed your need to hide what was festering deep within you.Â
"I didn't exactly want to put my heart on the line. You never showed any interest so I just kept it myself." You're looking at him now, eyes wide, tears still falling gradually down your reddened cheeks.Â
"But not tonight." He stares back. You can see a glint in his eyes, a shimmer of unshed tears that catches you off guard.Â
"Not tonight." You agree quietly.
Your body aches as you stretch out your legs, using his van to bring yourself back up to your feet. Ready to flee as you can see where this is going.Â
"What changed?" The gentle tone he uses makes your heart ache for him, makes you long to just go back inside and curl up in his arms, forget this night ever happened.
But it has happened.
It is happening.
You steel yourself, preparing to confess even more of the pain you've been hiding from him.Â
"It just got too much." You begin, you sound defeated, you can hear it in the hollow tone of your voice. "If you really do just see me the same as you see Dustin, Gareth or the rest of the guys, then that's okay. I can accept that. But if that's the case, then I can't do this."
You gesture between the two of you, tears flowing faster as you continue, your voice breaking on the next words that come out your mouth.
"This, cuddling on movie nights, the pet names. It's too much, it hurts too much Eddie." You suck in a deep breath, trying to control your crying, if only for a moment. "You give me a taste of what it would be like, just to rip it away every single time."
You use whatever strength you have left to look at him, silently begging him to say something.
Anything.Â
But he says nothing.
Instead his eyes fall to the ground.Â
You run.
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Tell Me A Story request please:
Eddie Munson + âYou're such a weirdo." "Sorry." "Wait, that was meant to be a complimentâ from your prompt list
Thank you!
Thank you for your request đ I went places with this one đ I hope you enjoy it đ„ș
Warnings: Secret admirer, angst with a happy ending, bullying, slight fatphobia from Jason, name calling, period mention, plus size!reader, drinking, yelling, means of suicide (during bullying).
Word Count: 3,245
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A folded piece of paper fluttered to the ground as Eddie opened his locker. He glanced around the busy corridor before bending to retrieve it.Â
You look pretty today.
Clearly someone had the wrong locker. The brunette rolled his eyes as he screwed up the piece of paper and dropped it in the bin next to him, slamming his locker shut. For a moment, seconds really, he let himself believe that someone was actually leaving a note for him. That he had some sort of secret admirer. He scoffed to himself as he left the building, heading home for the day.
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The note played on his mind the entire night. Delicate looped writing swam in his brain, creating imaginary scenarios of a girl with a crush. A crush on him of all people. Some random faceless girl that would leave him notes just to make him smile.Â
He sighed as he rolled out of bed. Daydreams pushed aside to face the harsh reality that he was still the âfreakâ, still an unwanted loser. A super senior that girls avoided like the damn plague unless they wanted to make a deal.Â
Pulling up at the school, Eddie had to force himself to get out of his van. He put on his best âwho gives a shitâ attitude and made his way to the lockers, mentally preparing for another day of dirty looks and snide remarks.Â
His surprise turnsmed to annoyance quickly as another piece of paper falls to the ground from his locker. He was surprised to see another note but it felt like an unnecessarily cruel reminder that he was an undesirable at this school, someone who would never receive such notes for himself.Â
The note hovered over the trash can. Eddie wavering between simply throwing out the offending piece of paper, or giving in to his curiosity and reading it, potentially adding to his torture.Â
He unfolded the small square of paper.Â
I have wished thee joy ever since first I saw thee.
Eddie frowned, confusion written on his face. He didnât understand what he had just read. That delicate writing, was quoting Lord Of The Rings? Dare he let himself believe that perhaps the notes really were meant for him? Maybe there was never a mix up, his locker had been selected purposefully.Â
That thought felt too good to be true.Â
So Eddie did what he did best. He shut the thoughts down. Tampered down the hope and shoved the note deep in his pocket. Not willing to give up the hope entirely, heâd keep just a small slither, hidden deep, deep within.
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The notes continued.Â
With every passing day he found a new one, floating out of his locker, settling onto the cold tiles by his feet. Each one left no clue as to the sender, but made it more and more obvious they were intended for him. They mentioned his hair, his patches, things that he had done.Â
For once in his life he found himself looking forward to school. Excited to see what his secret note giver had written for him.
You made me smile yesterday.
Ignore Jason, youâre not a freak.
Your smile lights up your whole face.
I wish I could tell you who I am. But Iâm not even on your radar.
That last one made him even more determined to discover the mystery of who you were. He had ideas. He had spent hours upon hours going over the notes, eager for even a small clue that would give away your identity. But the notes gave him nothing but the warm feeling that grewp0 in his chest with every new slip of paper.Â
He started turning up to school earlier and earlier. Hiding, out of sight, watching his locker and waiting for you to arrive. For his secret admirer to appear and make yourself known to him.Â
At first he thought it was a fluke, a mistake. There was no way a cheerleader would be leaving those messages. No way on earth that a cheerleader could have a crush on him. But everyday his eyes saw the same thing. The cheer skirt bouncing as a note was pushed into his locker.Â
After a week of seeing those long legs, up on tiptoes to deliver each note, Eddie made a decision. He had to confront the person that was making his day with each and every kind word shared.Â
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"Chrissy." Eddie stood tall, only his wavering voice showing the nerves that bubbled within him.Â
He had entered the lion's den. Jocks and cheerleaders staring at him as if he'd grown an extra head, confused and disgusted looks as he stood beside the small cheerleader.Â
"EddieâŠ" Chrissy glanced at the rest of the table nervously, her eyes meeting Jason's sharp ones briefly. Turning back to Eddie, she looked up at him helplessly.Â
"I- I know you've been leaving me notes." He had his hair pulled over his mouth slightly, as if he was trying to create a shield from the rest of the group.Â
"Eddie wait-" Her heart began to race, hands growing clammy.Â
"Please, let me finish." Eddie interrupted, knowing if he didn't say it all now, he'd never get up the courage again. Maybe he should have spoken to her when she was alone, but when he saw her there at lunch he couldn't resist the pull any longer, eager to know the girl that made him smile every day for the last few weeks. "I wanted to thank you for the notes, they meant a lot to me. And I was wondering if, maybe, you'd like to go out sometime."Â
The table was deathly silent. As was the rest of the lunchroom. Everyone had their eyes on the exchange between the metalhead and the cheerleader.Â
"Eddie." The young girl's voice was full of pity. "I'm not the one leaving you those notes."Â
"But I saw youâŠ" Confusion swam in Eddie's mind. He had seen her everyday for the last week. Sneaking in early to leave notes in his locker. He knew it was her.Â
Jason pushed in front of Chrissy, squaring his shoulders up to the older boy. His face and voice full of malice.Â
"You actually thought she was leaving you notes, you freak? This is Chrissy Cunningham. Head cheerleader. My girlfriend. And you what, you thought she'd drop me for a pathetic loser like you?" He punctuated every sentence with a sharp finger to Eddie's chest, making him step back timidly.Â
"Jason, stop." Chrissy puts her hand on her boyfriend's chest, pushing him back enough that she could stand between them. "I'm sorry Eddie, I was leaving them but they're not from me."
"Then who-"Â
"Probably someone as pathetic as you. Some ugly heifer that no one else wants, so she's desperate enough to settle for someone like you." Jason spat over Chrissy's head, leaning around her to get in Eddie's face once more.Â
Chrissy spun around at Jason's words, throwing him a shocked and angry look. She knew Jason could be cruel but she wasn't naive enough to think he didn't know exactly who was asking her to leave those notes. She only had one friend that didn't sit at their lunch table and he knew it.Â
"Jason! Don't you dare talk about her like that."
"Chrissy wh-" Eddie tried again, desperate and confused.Â
"Fuck off freak. She doesn't want to talk to you. Why don't you go back to your little cult and sacrifice yourself, save us the trouble of having to look at you everyday."Â
This time Jason got around Chrissy and shoved the metalhead, hard, sending him back into the table behind him.
"Jason Carver!" A teacher yelled from across the cafeteria, but Eddie's ears were ringing.Â
He stumbled away from the table and kept his head down as he briskly walked, almost running, from the crowd of students sniggering at him.Â
His vision is clouded as tears begin to form. Trying desperately to wipe them away, he knocked into someone as he neared the exit. He briefly glanced up to see a girl, her eyes wide as she looked up at him. Her mouth is moving but it feels as though he's under water, no words reaching him over the rushing of water in his ears. Brushing past her, he didn't stop until he was safe in his van.Â
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"What do you want?" Eddie's voice lacked its usual excitement, instead it sounded utterly defeated as he opened the door. You said nothing as you took in his puffy red eyes, the slump in his shoulders and the distinct scent of alcohol wafting from him.Â
The longer you stood without speaking the more agitated the older boy became. His eyes were locked on you, causing you to drop your gaze to the floor, scuffing your white shoe along the dirty steps to his trailer.Â
"Eddie I-" Your voice came out soft and timid, your hands finding the hem of your pastel skirt, tugging on it gently to ease your anxiety.Â
"Sorry, who are you?" Eddie asked abruptly, looking down at you with barely concealed annoyance.Â
You stuttered out your name, looking up at him through your lashes.Â
"I go to school with you. My trailer is just over there." You pointed to the trailer almost directly across from him, next to the Mayfield's. The porch light was on and you could see your cat sleeping on the armchair that sat outside.Â
"Right." Eddie took another swig from the beer bottle in his hand, "Why are you here?"Â
"Well, it's just- I'm sorry. About lunch today. It's-it's my fault. The notes, they're not from Chrissy." You tapered off as you spoke, anxiety prickling its way up your body as you got closer to admitting why you were really on his doorstep.Â
"No shit princess." He spat out angrily. You almost lost your nerve but you knew he deserved the truth.Â
"They're from me." You almost whimpered, looking down at the floor. You refused to look at him, scared of what you might see.Â
"What?"Â
You were tugging on the sleeve of your jumper, your whole body trembling.Â
"I-I asked Chrissy to put them in your locker. I was scared you'd see me. I'm sor-"Â
âDid you think it was funny?â His voice was sharp.Â
You quickly looked back up at him, desperate for him to know that you had never meant to hurt him. His eyes were wide and filled with angry tears, his grip around the beer bottle tightened so much you were afraid he might break the glass.Â
âWhat? No, Eddie I-âÂ
âYou what? You thought you were taking pity on the freak? I donât need your fucking pity. I was fine. I was fine without your stupid shitty little notes.â He reaches behind him to grab something. Turning back to you, he threw the notes in the air, ripped into tiny pieces. They floated through the air, landing in your hair and surrounding the floor at your feet.Â
âIt-it wasnât pity, Eddie, I-â Tears were filling your eyes, the stinging overwhelming as a lump grew in your throat.Â
âThen what was it? A joke? Jason and his dumbass cronies put you up to this?" He slammed the bottle down on the table beside him, throwing his arms in the air. "I never did anything to you. Just leave me the fuck alone.â His voice was defeated, quiet and pained.Â
âEddie, no. It wasnât-â The tears began to fall. Streaming down your cheeks as your voice wobbled.Â
âLeave. Me. The. Fuck. Alone.â Venom is laced in Eddie's words. Enough to make you step back, almost falling down the small amount of steps.Â
You look desperately up at him, silently begging him to stop and let you talk. But he doesn't. He slams the door in your face, leaving you standing with wet cheeks and a broken heart.Â
You only wanted to see him smile.
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The forest was quiet as you sat, alone, on the bench. It had been more than a week since you showed up at Eddie's trailer, and you'd tried to give him space but you also wanted nothing more than a chance to explain yourself. To make sure Eddie knew you hadn't meant for him to get hurt.Â
Your lunch sat untouched in front of you, a book in your hands. You had spent every lunch since that fateful day waiting at the bench, hoping he would appear.Â
Unknown to you, Eddie had been watching you. He saw you wander off every day at lunch. Heading to his usual dealing spot. He knew you wanted to talk to him. Knew you were being patient and not pushing him.Â
Whenever your eyes would meet in the corridor, you would avert them quickly. But you always glanced back up at him before walking away, your eyes full of hope and guilt.Â
It took Eddie almost two weeks to work up the courage to talk to you. To let you explain. Worry flowed through his veins as he made his way to the forest opening. Anxiety that this really was just a long con. Maybe you wouldn't be alone, you'd have Jason and his gang of brutes alongside you. Logically he knew that wasn't true, he had seen them in the cafeteria before he left. But that meant nothing to the anxiety gnawing at his brain.Â
As he approached the bench, he saw you. Curled up on the ground by a large tree, book in your hands and lunch left abandoned by your feet. You hadn't noticed him yet, so he took the time to really look at you.
You were wearing jeans today, pulled tight around your hips and thighs. The lightly coloured denim sat high on your waist, hugging your curves. The pastels of your sweater were a stark difference to the dark clothes he wore daily. He began to wonder why you would want to write notes to a metalhead when you looked like a pastel princess, the leaves from the tree falling on your head creating the illusion of a small crown.Â
âWhy did you write those notes to me?â Eddie's voice broke the silence. A bird startled, suddenly fluttering its wings to take flight above you.Â
âShit!â The bird wasn't the only one that was startled. It's a wonder you didn't get whiplash from how fast you dropped the book, shooting your head up to see him standing a short distance from you. âEddie.â
âIf it wasnât pity, or a joke. Why did you leave them?â He wasn't looking at you. Instead he was pacing the forest, kicking leaves and punching the trees softly, anything to keep his eyes away from you. Still unsure of how you would respond.Â
âYou're just such a weirdo, you know?" You blurted out. You felt your cheeks warm as the words escaped you, knowing that they came out entirely wrong.Â
That had Eddie stop in his tracks. His eyes finding yours. You see the flicker of hurt as he takes in your words.Â
"Iâm sorry?"Â
"Wait, that was meant to be a compliment. Itâs a good thing. I promise." You hadn't spoken to Eddie in almost two weeks and the first thing you decide to say is an insult, you're internally floundering for the words to make it right.Â
âRight. So you left me notes because Iâm weird?â He questions, his pacing has stopped, leaving him standing directly in front of you.Â
Clambering to your feet, you brush the leaves away that must've fallen over you while you were absorbed in your book. You glance up at him, a shy smile gracing your lips.Â
âNo. Well, I mean yes, but itâs because youâre so unapologetically you. You donât care that people think youâre weird, or if you do care you still donât let it stop you. And I think thatâs kind of amazing.â The warmth in your cheeks grows as you see a similar flush appearing on the boy in front of you. He brown eyes wide with wonder.Â
âYou do?â His voice was awestruck and almost disbelieving of you.Â
âYeah." You nod enthusiastically, taking a step closer to him. "Youâre just, you. And I like you." Your eyes falter as you speak, glancing down at your hands, playing with the buttons on your sweat.Â
"Youâre kind and sweet, even if you hide it most of the time. And I donât blame you, this school is, well itâs hell. Iâm best friends with the head cheerleader and itâs still hell for me, so I can only imagine how much worse it is for you." You know that you're babbling now, rambling out of nerves. "But you donât let that stop you, or change you. I admire that.âÂ
âHow do you know Iâm kind?â Confusion laces his words.Â
Looking up at him again, a sadness reaches your eyes.Â
âYou really don't remember me?â
âIâm sorry.â It's his turn to look away, guilt taking over his features.Â
âItâs okay, Iâm not very memorable.â A self-deprecating laugh escapes you as you shrug. âThe first day of this year, I- well I had a stain on my pants-â
âYou were bleeding. I remember. I lent you a hoodie I had stashed in my locker.â Eddie smiles softly at you, finishing your memory of him. Your return his smile with a blinding one of your own, happy he hadn't truly forgotten you, at least not entirely.Â
âThat stain mustâve been there for a while, but no one else had said anything. Let alone offered to help me.â Your smile is dulled just slightly, remembering the embarrassment that flooded you when Eddie had approached you that day. He'd been so kind and gentle with you, letting you know about the dark red stain, then wordlessly handing you his hoodie after tears filled your eyes.Â
You were brought back to the present when Eddie spoke again.Â
âIâm sorry I forgot you, and that I yelled at you.â
âYou were hurting.â You shrugged.Â
âI still shouldnât have yelled. I shouldnât have taken it out on you.â Eddie took a small step towards you, leaving only a small gap as he looked down at you.Â
âIt was my fault, I shouldâve just talked to you like a normal person.â You let out a soft laugh, glancing at both your feet. Yours in your pastel yellow converse and him in his white, scuffed up reeboks.
âI thought weâd determined that weâre not normal people.â He tilted himself so his face was level with yours, a grin lighting up his face.Â
âI know Iâm- I'm not Chrissy. But, would you maybe like to go for a milkshake or something? Itâs okay if you donât want to. I know Iâm nowhere near what you imagined when you were reading those notes.â You kept your eyes cast downwards as you spoke, nerves getting the better of you.Â
âYouâre better than what I imagined.â
âWhat?â Your head shot up, almost headbutting Eddie in the process.Â
âYouâre real." He shrugged, the grin never faltering. "Chrissyâs nice, sheâs what a highschooler dreams of dating. But youâre flawed, youâre imperfect and that makes you perfect. If youâd be willing to give me a second chance, Iâd love to get to know you better.â He let his hand reach forward, softly running his finger along your wrist and down to your palm, drawing circles as he waits for your answer.Â
âIâd really like that Eddie.âÂ
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âWhy don't you love me?" Con mi amor Eddie or maybe even Steve ? đ€đ€
Thank you for your request đ sadly I don't write for Steve, but here's Eddie for you! I hope you enjoy it đ„° I got this prompt twice so I tried to make sure I went a different way here but still didn't want to do angst đ not feeling the pain today!
Warnings: Drunken Eddie? Not much else. It's kind of a love confession...
Word Count: 586
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"Why don't you love me?" The heartbroken look in Eddieâs eyes makes your chest clench painfully. You can hear the faint hum of music coming from back inside the house, having left once you noticed Eddie was no longer by your side. You found him standing at the far end of the garden. He had looked at you wantingly as you approached him, but his words caught you off guard.Â
"Eddie, what are you talking about? You know I love you." You reply gently, reaching out for his hand. He doesnât see, spinning around to turn his back to you. You sigh softly, âEdsâŠâ
"Not like I love you." He mutters, his words slurred enough to make it abundantly clear that he drank more than you had realised when you were inside enjoying the party. A soft smile, unseen by Eddie, finds its way to your face as you question him further.
"Enlighten me then. How do you love me, Eds?" Your teasing tone is lost on the drunken metalhead in front of you. The boy then turns around to look you in the eyes, his face serious and voice full of longing.Â
"You're perfect. My whole world, you know? I would do anything for you, you want the moon? I'll get you the damn moon!" Eddie dramatically throws his arms upwards, towards the moon in the sky.Â
"Eddie..." Your voice comes out soft, a fondness he didnât quite notice settling in the air.
"That's not all though. You're just so soft and nice and-and sweet. You deserve more than me, but I love you. I love you so much and I know you don't love me like that but that's okay. You friend-love me, and that's okay. You're in my life, you know? That's enough. To see you everyday, to be near you. To watch you be happy. And that makes me happy, seeing you happy." Heâs rambling now, his voice tapering off as your hand makes contact with his arm.
"Eds," Your eyes are locked on his, imploring him to let you speak, but he doesnât. He gently shakes your hand away, pacing back and forth, his volume increasing as he speaks again.Â
"No. Nope. I need to say this now before I lose my nerve. You've always been there for me. You know more about me than anyone else and you're still here. And that's amazing right? It's amazing because I'm just me, the âfreakâ of Hawkins, and you're this perfect amazing thing that I just don't deserve." You feel tears well up in your eyes, you hate that he thinks he doesnât deserve you, that youâre somehow better than he is.Â
"Eddie, baby." He looks at you with his big brown puppy eyes, waiting almost desperately to hear what you have to say. "I do love you, just like that. Because you're you." His eyes widen and his mouth is agape as he takes a small step closer to you.
"You love me?" The vulnerability in his voice almost breaks your heart. Placing your hand on his cheek, you wipe away a single tear thatâs running down his face.
"Baby, sweetheart, we've been dating for two years." You release a soft chuckle as he stares down at you, his whole face lighting up in a smile, his eyes going soft.
"Really?!" He asks as you wrap your arms around his middle and pull him close. Eddie drops his head into your neck, nuzzling into your warm skin as you speak again.
âReally.âÂ
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Out of your prompts list - "My friend thinks you're cute." - I could just SEE Dustin doing this. Going up to Y/N/reader/whoever and saying this to out Eddie's crush or something lmao. Would love to see what you'd do with it!
Thank you for this prompt! I totally saw Dustin being the little smartarse to do this as well đ I hope you enjoy what I came up with!
Warnings: Pure fluff
Word Count: 630
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The library was your safe haven. A place you could be your quiet nerdy self without the judgement of others. You were in no way ashamed of who you were, however youâd rather get to graduation peacefully, without drawing too much attention to yourself.Â
Which is why today shocked you so much.
As usual youâd found your spot in the sacred library empty. You let out a happy sigh as you curled up in the cushioned seat, opening your book where youâd left off last night, ready to ignore the world around you and be sucked into the fantasy land you so desperately longed to be a part of.
You were deep into the gold filled halls of Erebor when you sensed a presence in front of you. Glancing up you were shocked and confused to see a freshman standing staring at you. You recognised him as part of Eddieâs group. Youâd never actually spoken to the super senior, but youâd noticed him. Who hadnât? He didnât exactly scream subtlety. And yeah maybe there was a small amount of attraction there, but itâs not like heâd ever even noticed your existence before.
The young freshman stood, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He looked as if he was about to burst.Â
âCan I help you?â You asked politely, keeping your voice low. The smile on the boyâs face grew even bigger, if that was possible, he looked a little crazed. Wide eyes and a grin that was barely containing the laughter you could see wanted to break free.Â
âMy friend thinks youâre cute!â He practically yells at you, leaning forward on the balls of his feet, arms flailing wildly in your direction. Quickly slapping his hand over his mouth he glances over to the librarian and mouths âsorryâ.
Youâre staring at him when he turns back to you, lost for words and completely dumbstruck. A part of you hopes that heâs talking about his metalhead friend, that maybe Eddie had noticed you after all. But you quickly tamper down those thoughts, not willing to get your hopes up at what was probably just a silly game the boy was playing.Â
At that moment said super senior, Eddie, marches over to your designated reading spot and grabs Dustin by the back of the neck.
"I'm sorry about him, sweeth-" He cuts himself off with a bright flush covering his cheeks as he makes eye contact with you, "Dustin,â His voice becomes a little sinister as he says the younger boyâs name, âlet's stop bothering this fair maiden shall we?" He starts to march the boy, Dustin as you now know, away from you when he stops suddenly, tilting his head to look at your book, "You're reading The Hobbit?" He sounds shocked.
"Oh, erm yeah. It's one of my favourites. Do you like it?" Finding your voice finally. Your heart is racing with Eddie standing so close to you. You can see the dimples forming as he begins to smile brightly at you.Â
He gestures to the seat beside you, silently asking if he could join you. Nodding eagerly you canât help the way your heart jumps as he sits, leaning in close. And the snorts of laughter that bursts out of you periodically as he goes into a full play by play of the book, doing voices and moving his arms animatedly throughout the whole thing, takes you by surprise. You canât remember ever laughing so hard. It would be worth drawing attention to yourself if Eddie was by your side, you thought gleefully.Â
Neither of you notice Dustin slipping away towards the exit, a proud grin on his face as he watches his friend finally talk to the girl heâs been crushing on and whining about for months.Â
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Hey! This is for the tell me a story for your sleepover event! Fem reader, with Eddie Munson as the character and the prompt Ă - "Don't you know what you mean to me?" Ill leave the details to you! Thankyou đ
Thank you for your request đ it got a bit angsty up in this one! But don't worry, we've got our fluffy ending to make it all better. It also definitely got away from me. The small blurb became a bit longer...
Warnings: Nothing major. Falling out but making up đ„°
Word Count: 1,771
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You had resigned yourself long ago to the fact that Eddie would only ever see you as a friend. It stung, but at least he was in your life. He's your best friend, your closest confidant, and, regretfully, you had a crush on him the size of Mount Everest, which of course was the one thing you'd never confide in him.Â
While everyone else in your school thought he was a loser, a satanist even, you knew the truth. Eddie was a sweetheart. He was fiercely loyal when it came to his friends. Nothing and no one came before them.Â
Until today.
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Eddie was always so distracted at lunch, fidgeting with the clasp on his lunchbox, staring intently over your shoulder. You already knew what, or rather who, had his attention piqued. Chrissy Cunningham. You wanted so badly to dislike her for stealing the attention you craved, but who were you kidding. Chrissy was kind to everyone, she didn't care about the typical cliques and she always went out of her way to make someone smile if she could. You couldn't blame Eddie for being attracted to that literal ball of sunshine.Â
Rolling your eyes at his blatant ogling you flicked his nose. Silently satisfied as you watch him recoil, breaking his attention from her to you.Â
"What are we watching tonight?" You questioned. Friday night's were movie nights. The two of you always meeting up after Hellfire and heading back to his trailer. Spending the night watching horror films and talking into the early hours of the morning, until you both passed out on the couch together.Â
"What?" Eddie's eyes had already drifted again, it took a second to fully pull his eyes back to yours, one last longing look behind you. You felt the dagger in your chest twist deeper. "Oh, tonight, right, movie night. No can do Princess. Got some business to attend to." He gave you a smirk as he wiggled his eyebrows. Of course you knew exactly what business that was, he had a deal planned. And you couldn't very well begrudge him that, you were all too aware that he could do with the money.Â
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You knew you should have just gone home, but the thought of spending Friday night alone in your room had you longing even more for your movie night with Eddie. So here you were, sat on a bench outside of school, long after everyone had gone home. It was dark where you sat, the overhead light having burnt out long ago. So you sat with your jacket pulled tightly around you, protecting you from the autumn chill, listening to your Walkman as you waited for Eddie to emerge from the woods behind the school.Â
You figured it would be a quick deal and then you'd still have time for at least one or two movies before you both crashed, looking forward to those moments you two shared together. But those plans all came to a crashing halt as you saw Eddie walking towards you.Â
Your throat clenched and your heart lurched as you saw he wasn't alone. Chrissy was walking closely beside him, practically no space between them as she followed him to his van.Â
The darkness kept you hidden as you pulled the earphones out of your ears and held your breath, keeping deadly silent to try to hear what they were saying. Their words were muffled, but you heard the unmistakable laughter bursting from Eddie along with Chrissy's more delicate giggle.Â
As they both got into his van and drove away, you stood, stunned and frozen to the spot. Eddie blew you off. He bailed on movie night for a girl. A girl that wasn't you. You felt the tears streaming down your face before you even realised you were crying. Harshly, you wiped them away. You began the long walk home, silently cursing yourself for thinking it was a good idea to wait for him. If only you'd gone home when you were meant to, you'd have been spared this pain.Â
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At home you found yourself curled up in bed, wallowing. You're a teenage girl, you're allowed to wallow and pity yourself after you've just had your heart stomped on. Looking down at your chest you realise that in your hurry to change into some bed clothes you'd thrown on one of his t-shirts.Â
You may have become a little sticky fingered on the odd occasion where you were left alone in Eddie's room. It was just a couple t-shirts, no big deal. You just liked to feel close to him. God you felt pathetic. Sitting there pining over a boy who was doing god knows what with the most popular girl in school.Â
The shrill ring of your phone startled you. You hesitated to answer, knowing only Eddie called at this time of night. In the end you couldn't resist the urge to hear his voice. You anxiously picked up the receiver.
"H-hello." You hoped your voice didn't sound as watery as you thought it did.Â
"Hey sweetheart. Deals done, thought I might swing round and pick you up? Still got time for a movie if you're up for it?" Something in the way he spoke to you, as if he hadn't ripped your heart out of your chest, infuriated you. You saw red.Â
"I'm not going to be your second choice Eddie." You spat, slamming the phone down. Hot tears spill over again. You knew you shouldn't get this worked up, you didn't even know if anything had happened between the metalhead and the cheerleader, but the images of them laughing and driving off together kept swirling in your mind.Â
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You had finally calmed down when you heard a light tapping on your window, which, considering you were on the first floor, was concerning. Standing up and hesitantly drawing the curtain you almost screamed when you saw Eddie's face peering in at you, hanging off the tree branch that perched directly outside your room. You struggled as you opened the old window, making sure it was just wide enough for him.Â
"What are you doing here Eddie?" You huff, you weren't ready to see him yet. "Get in before you fall to your death." Sighing, you help him shuffle his way into your room before sitting back on the bed, trying to create some distance between the two of you.Â
"You're not second best." He pants, not taking his eyes off of you.Â
"What?" You begin fidgeting with the bottom of your shorts, your eyes refusing to meet his.Â
"You're not second best. You never are." His hands are clenched by his sides, as if he wants to reach out to you but isn't sure if he should.Â
"But Chrissy..." You hate the way your voice trembles.Â
"It was a deal princess."Â
"But you're always ogling her."Â
"Ogle seriously?" This time you do look at him, to give him a deadpan look, now is not the time for his jokes. He takes the hint and continues, holding his hands up in surrender. "I'm not ogling her. I'm just trying not to look at who I actually like."
"Oh." The dagger in your heart is twisting again. So he didn't like Chrissy, but he did like someone.Â
"You really don't know?" He's starting to sound desperate, like you should know exactly what he's talking about.Â
"Know what Eddie? I'm tired, I'm not in the mood for games right now okay?" Why is he dragging this out? You were hurt and upset, you just wanted to sleep this bad day away and forget it ever happened.Â
"Don't you know what you mean to me? How much you mean to me?" His voice lowers as he speaks, pleading with you to look at him. He's took a step closer to you, you see his hands begin to reach for you before being pulled back to his sides, fingers gripping the bottom of his leather jacket.Â
You're lost for words. Is he saying what you think he's saying? You glance back up at him, unsure eyes meeting big brown expressive ones.
"You're never second best. You're who I want to ogle princess." He mocks you just a little, "I always thought you knew and just weren't into me. Did you really not know?" His face shows the vulnerability he holds as he speaks.Â
"How would I have known?" Standing up slowly, you move a little closer to him. You can't believe what he's saying.Â
"I don't know!" Throwing his arms in the air, he begins pacing around your room. "I call you princess! I hold doors for you, I bought you flowers that one time for christ's sake! What did you think I was doing?"
"But, I mean, you're nice to everyone! That's just who you are!" He's right, of course. Thinking back you realise that he was kind to all of your group, but he always managed to single you out, go the extra mile just for you. How could you not have seen it before?Â
"I'm not that nice. I don't buy Gareth flowers. And I don't let anyone else steal my clothes." Your eyes widen as he calls you out. You stutter out your reply,Â
"You-you knew about that?"
"Sweetheart, you wore my Metallica tee to school on multiple occasions. You seriously thought I wouldn't notice?" You'd been trying to get his attention, but when he barely looked at you all day, that was when you realised you needed to let go of your crush and move on. Clearly you were wrong. "It was hell for me to see you in my clothes and not just grab you and kiss you in front of everyone."
"I'm wearing your dio t-shirt right now..." You whisper, shyly looking up at the metalhead in front of you.Â
"What?" It was his turn to be confused. He had an inkling, after this evening, that maybe you returned his feelings. But he still didn't expect you to admit it.Â
"Do I have to spell it out for you?" You sigh dramatically, "I like you too, doofus. So will you please kiss me and we can forget that I was ever jealous of a damn cheerleader." A small chuckle escapes him as you pout up at him.Â
"You're cute when you're jealous." Eddie taps you on the nose, grinning widely at you. He takes in your flushed face, the way your pupils are dilated as you stare back at him and he pulls you in by the waist. Slotting your lips together as if they had always meant to be that way.Â
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I'd like to make a request pretty please! A story about Darryl Dixon and a female reader who's short... using the sentence prompts 'You're lucky that you're cute.' And 'You feel like home to me.' And can you please include forehead kisses and nose boops... Like a really fluffy story, just full of fluff. đ„° Pretty Pretty Please? And thank you so so very much!!! đ„° (P.S. I love your writing!)
Thank you so much for this Daryl request! I've had so much fun writing him lately đ„° I hope I get more requests for him in future đ„ș hope you enjoy this!!
Warnings: Fluff with feels, dead squirrel. It's mostly just teasing and flirting.
Word Count: 1619
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You smell Daryl before you spot him, perched outside the groupâs new house.Â
Alexandria was everything your family had been searching for and more. Yet, none of you felt entirely at peace here, just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
No one was more unsettled, however, than Daryl.
You could see the way he held himself, standoffish and brash as their new neighbours passed by, curious about the newcomers. Only to scamper off quickly when they laid their eyes on the dark brooding archer, who sat gutting a squirrel on the porch.
âYou stink.â You leaned over his shoulder, reaching around to tap his nose playfully as you scrunch your own at the smell of him, âYouâre lucky that youâre cute, otherwise Iâd have thrown a bucket of water over you by now. Simply to wash away some of the dirt thatâs hiding that pretty face of yours.â A chuckle escapes your lips as he bats you away from him.
Teasing Daryl has become your new favourite pastime, seeing how quickly you can make the tips of his ears flush red.
Deanna invited you all to a welcome party in your honour. The rest of the group have washed and dressed, some have even shaved, itâs been a long time since anyone has seen Rick beneath the bushy beard that had taken over his face. But you see Daryl, sitting silently in the window of the living room. Ignoring everyoneâs pleaâs to join them.Â
Waiting until everyone has left, you approach him, as quiet as a dormouse.
His back is still facing you and you canât quite tell if heâs heard you or not. But you get your answer when you wordlessly tap his nose, grinning up at him as he almost falls from the windowsill, a rare moment of clumsiness from the usually agile hunter. You see his ears glow red as he rolls his eyes at your antics.Â
âGo shower.â You demand, hands on your hips.
Youâre well aware that youâre about as intimidating as a baby deer is to a lion, Daryl standing far taller than you. But you stand tall, a faux serious expression on your face that youâre struggling to control, laughter bubbling up.Â
âMânot goinâ t'no stupid party.â He grumbles at you.
âThen weâll go for a walk instead. But you need a shower. I know you don't feel like you fit here, but you do. You deserve to be here Daryl.â You stare him down, unblinking. âI could come help you if youâve forgotten how it works.â A cheeky grin spreads across your face, causing his eyes to widen slightly as he fumbles for his words. You love to see him so flustered, especially from your words alone. He mutters a quick âFine.â and sulks his way towards the bathroom.
By the time he comes back downstairs youâve changed into a softly ruffled, pastel green dress. You see the way Darylâs eyes rake over your body, causing a flush of your own to grow on your cheeks. Tucking a stray hair behind your ear you take a moment to look at Daryl.
For someone who didnât want to go to the party heâs made an effort. Heâs found clean jeans and a black button up shirt, his signature vest thrown on top. His hair, still damp, clings to his face a little. Youâd almost forgotten what he looked like without a layer of dirt and grime coating his skin, getting into every single pore.
And you are reminded now just how good he looks. Thereâs a spark that flows under your skin, a warmth radiating within as he approaches you.Â
âGood ânough for ya?â He asks gruffly. You know him well enough by now to hear the teasing lilt to his voice. Itâs not often he teases you back but it gives you a thrill every time.Â
âI donât know, maybe I should take a closer look.â You flirt as you stand on the tips of your toes to pull his shirt slightly away from his chest, pretending to peer down it. He chokes on a nervous laugh as he removes your hands, pushing you back down so your feet are fully on the ground, leaving you pouting up at him. âFine, guess Iâll just have to take your word for it.â You shrug, turning and walking out the front door, not waiting for him to follow.
It didnât take long on your walk for Aaron to find you both, inviting you to dinner with the lure of spaghetti. Daryl was, as usual, trying to avoid the get together, giving a firm âno thanksâ and turning away.
You saw Aaronâs face drop slightly, and deciding you definitely didnât want to give up the chance of eating something that didnât come out of a tin for once, you burst into action. Daryl froze as you threw your arms around his back, clinging to him like a koala.Â
âPlease Daryl,â He could hear the pout in your voice, âfor me.â You felt the way his body relaxed, tapping your arm to let him go.Â
âFine.â Was his reply when you released him, physically turning him around to face you. The grin you wore was blinding and Daryl couldnât control the fast beating of his heart, the thumping that felt like it could burst from his chest.
The meal went smoothly, or as smoothly as it could with Daryl eating like a man starved. But who could blame him, you had been starved and struggling for months. And Daryl, ever the protector, would share his portions with the rest of your family everyday.
As he slurps up the last of his spaghetti, making an obnoxious noise that youâre sure heâs doing on purpose, you lean towards him, quickly tapping his nose again with a quiet laugh. As always he bats you away, scowling at you as you subtly inspect the tip of his ears.
Success again.
âYou two really are cute. How long have you been together?â Your eyes shoot up to Eric, your cheeks aflame. Daryl answers for you, seemingly nonplussed by the error.Â
âJusâ friends. Met when the wârld went tâshit.â Heâs not looking at anyone, stealing some leftover spaghetti from your plate. Heâs completely unaware of the crestfallen look on your face, the smile that youâre trying to force onto your lips as Aaron and Eric both look at you in pity.Â
After dinner you and Daryl say your thank you's. Aaron asks Daryl to return the next day which, after a nudge from you, he shrugs and agrees to. You're both walking silently, the sky above you full of stars. You see your new house in the distance, lights out, everyone must still be at the party.
Glancing at Daryl beside you, you're struck by how beautiful he is. The moonlight casting a soft glow on his features. You'd had feelings for him for so long now, that you couldn't remember how it felt before you realised you'd do anything to see him smile.Â
You stop walking, still completely enraptured by the hunter beside you. His rough exterior hiding the soft, gentle man inside, the man who would share his rations with you, give you the clothes off his back and spend night after night on watch, barely sparing a moment of rest for himself.Â
"Eric wasn't completely wrong you know?" You speak quietly, not wanting to disturb the peaceful evening, "The whole relationship comment." Daryl turns to face you, saying nothing. "I know we're not, but we could be. If that's something you'd want?" Your words taper off at the end, looking at the floor when Daryl doesn't respond. "Or not, boy that wine really did a number on me." You try to laugh it off, hugging your arms around yourself as the chill in the air finally hits you. You can't believe you actually said any of that.Â
"Y'feel like home t'me." He mutters quietly, kicking a stone on the ground, eyes focused solely on his boots.Â
"What?" You almost give yourself whiplash with how fast you throw your head up, eyes wide as you stare at him, certain you must have misheard the normally stoic man.Â
"Y'said earlier bout me not fittin' here." His voice is still quiet, muffled as he begins to bite the skin of his thumb, a nervous habit.Â
"I said you feel like you don't fit here, but you always fit with us, with me." You reiterate, determined to let him know he belongs, that he matters.Â
"That's what I'm sayin'. Y'feel like home." He looks at you, his eyes soft as he lets you behind the walls he's spent years building.Â
"Are you saying you do want a relationship with me? It's okay if you don't. You don't have to do this just to make me happy." Daryl would do anything to help his family, and you wouldn't put it past him to try this with you, regardless of what he wants, if only to make you smile.Â
"I want this, you. I'm jus' not good at this shit." He takes a step closer to you, his hands finding their way to your neck, gently cupping your jaw in his rough palms.Â
"We'll learn together." You say, so softly you're worried he won't hear you. But he does. The way his mouth curves into a gentle smile, you know he's heard you.
He pulls you towards him, placing the softest of kisses to your lips. You pout up at him as he pulls away, your hands pressed against his firm chest.Â
"Plenty more where that came fr'm." His eyes light up as he speaks, leaning down again to press a final kiss to your forehead.Â
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24 with our dear Eddie Munson pls
"You make me the best kind of nervous, pretty sure you do that shit on purpose."
Thank you so much for your request đ this prompt comes directly from one of my favourite songs which I'll link below. I hope you like this fluffy little Eddie piece! đ„°
Warnings: Fluff, Eddie watching reader sleep (not creepy though!), some lines taken directly from song linked below, gender neutral reader, undescribed hair mentioned.
Word Count: 652
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The sun had set long ago, letting the moonlight caress your body in the darkness of his room.Â
Eddie lay perfectly still, unwilling to disturb you. He watches as your stomach rises and a small snore escapes you with every breath. Never in his life had he imagined he would describe a snore as beautiful; yet here you are, sleeping peacefully in his bed, gentle snores filling the silence. Each quiet snuffle and snort reminding him that you feel safe enough to let yourself relax into a deep slumber beside the older boy.
He had never seen you look so serene, your face lax with sleep as you lay, curling yourself around his duvet. At school you always looked so expressive, smiles that crinkled your cheeks, frowns that lined your forehead, laughing so hard that tears escaped your wide eyes.
Looking at you now, in the glow of the moonlight, he sees those creases etched into your skin. The laugh lines, caused by hours of smiling, giggling and hysterical laughter. What he wouldnât give to hear your laugh a thousand times over. His heart warms whenever you release those happy sounds, causing a smile to emerge upon his face.Â
You are his best friend. The closest friend heâs ever known. You stand by him no matter what, ignoring what the rest of Hawkins may think of him. And for that, he is forever grateful. He canât imagine what he must have done in his life to deserve you by his side, but he thanks every god there may be that you deem him worthy of your lasting attention.Â
But recently heâs felt a shift in your dynamic. What was once simply friendship, now has an undertone of something more, something so sweet heâs tempted to reach out and take it. You had flirted with him from the moment you met, but there was always a clear teasing lilt to your voice. More recently those light flirtations, coming from you when he least expects it, have lost their teasing nature, giving way to something more meaningful, hopeful.
Heâs noticed it, of course he has. He would have to be blind not to see the changes in your behaviour. Noticing the way your eyes linger on him just a few moments longer than usual. How you hide your nervous smile behind your hand when he risks flirting back. The temptation to test the waters, to see how serious you actually are, grows stronger with every passing day. Only being dulled by Eddieâs own insecurities.Â
And now, with you in his bed, sleeping so peacefully after a night of attempted tutoring, his nerves are creeping in like a cold chill up his neck. Heâs always known you were beautiful, from the very first moment he saw you. But like this, blissfully unaware of him, a slight trail of drool falling from your mouth, you had never looked so unbelievably perfect to him.Â
He gently reaches over to you, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. The slight touch of his finger against your temple has goosebumps raising the hair on his arms, a soft shiver snaking its way up his spine.Â
Placing his head down next to yours, almost touching your forehead against his own, he whispers almost silently,
âYou make me the best kind of nervous, princess. Pretty sure you do that shit on purpose.â Thereâs a muted chuckle as you scrunch your nose, his words coming out as puffs of air against your face.Â
Itâs safe to say he is well and truly smitten by you. Eddie vows to give in to the temptation when you wake. Hoping beyond hope that he will awaken to see your sleep kissed face in the morning sun, your body hugged close to his own.
He presses a barely there kiss against your nose,Â
âSweet dreams, sweetheart, sleep tight.â
Heâll see you in the morning.Â
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Hi love! CONGRATS ON 100 FOLOWERS đđđ„ł You are amazing and Iâm so glad youâre getting all the love.
I would love to see what you do with prompt 18 with Eddie âIâm sorry could you repeat that because I think Iâm hallucinatingâ I could see so many different ways of this line in my own brain but Iâm curious what YOU see đ
You're too sweet đ„ș thank you so much! And thank you for this request đ„° hope you enjoy what I did!!
Warnings: Pure fluff?
Word Count: 805
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Sunday mornings were reserved for lounging in the trailer, watching whatever shitty TV movie was on and just being close with your boyfriend.Â
This morning was no different. Wayne had left early to do an extra shift, stating that he could do with the overtime; but you knew that he was just trying to give you and Eddie some space. Your parents didnât approve of you dating the older metalhead, the satanic freak of Hawkins High. Which meant your house was frustratingly off limits.
The older Munson joined your Sunday ritual on occasion, making you all breakfast and chatting away with you. He would ask you about school, or take an interest in the latest book you were reading. Those Sundays were some of your favourites. Wayne had easily welcomed you into his home, treating you like family from the very first time you had met him. He had seen the way his nephew looked at you, long before you were dating, and he knew you were here for the long haul.Â
Eddie's head sat on top of your thighs, his face turned towards the TV as he lay across the sofa. The dramatic over the top romance that played was mere background noise as you softly ran your fingers through his curly locks. You had a content smile on your face as you watched your boyfriendâs eyes close. Gently you scratched your fingernails along the base of his skull, pulling the quietest of moans from him.Â
He stretched his legs out, turning and nuzzling his face into your stomach. Placing your hand on his cheek, you slowly begin tracing his cheekbone, down to the edge of his lips.
âI really love you.â Eddie muttered so quietly you would have missed it if your fingertips werenât sitting on the corner of his mouth, feeling his mouth move as those words came out.
âIâm sorry, could you repeat that, because I think Iâm hallucinating.â You stop your ministrations, your hand frozen just millimetres away from where they were before. Did you hear him right? Youâve been dating for a few months now, but neither of you have said those words yet. Youâd felt them, but didnât want to push Eddie, deciding to wait until he was ready to say them by himself. And apparently that time had come.Â
âShit, did I-I didnât mean to say that.â His eyes shot open as he threw himself up and off the sofa, suddenly pacing the length of the room. He looked everywhere but at you.Â
âYou didnât mean it?â Hurt seeped into your voice, as well as confusion. He had clearly said it, you hadnât imagined it, you were sure of that.Â
The pain in your voice brought him back to you, still pacing but keeping close, locking his eyes with yours. His hands moved animatedly as he continued to speak.
âNo, I mean yes. Yes I meant it, but I didnât mean to say it, at least not out loud. Not yet. Itâs too soon right?â He paused his motions, staring imploringly at you, waiting for you to speak. But no words came out of your mouth, your brain working sluggishly as you tried to absorb Eddieâs fast paced rambling. âIâve freaked you out. Shit Iâve freaked you out. We can forget it, I said nothing. Love? Who said love? Not me.â The forced laughter that came out of his mouth made you cringe, reaching a hand out to him.
âEddie, stop.â You tilt your head down, hiding the chuckle that left your lips as he froze in front of you, eyes wide and hair wild where he had run his hands roughly through it. âYouâre the one freaking out, not me.â Giving him a soft smile you gently take his hand in yours.Â
âYou're not?â He sounded younger, vulnerable as he speaks.
âNo.â You shook your head, never breaking eye contact.
âSo itâs not too soon?â You gave his hand a small tug, pulling him down to his knees in front of you. Perched between your legs, looking up at you with his big chestnut eyes. His face was close, close enough that you could feel his warm breath on your jaw.Â
âNo, Eddie. I love you too. So much it kind of scares me.â Heat rose in your cheeks as you let the truth escape you.
âI scare you?â Worry painted his features. He brought your hand to his face and pressed his lips gently into the palm, giving you a reassuring kiss.
âNo silly. I just, Iâve never felt this strongly towards anyone before. Thatâs scary.â He gave you the softest smile, leaning forwards to rest his forehead against your own.
âIâm not going anywhere.â Your boyfriend whispered, placing a chaste kiss on the corner of your mouth.Â
âIâll hold you to that Eddie Munson.â
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#23: âI donât know what Iâm doing, but Iâm glad itâs with you.â Daryl Dixon x Plus Size Reader. I see this going two ways, either it's about them being in a relationship, or one is teaching the other how to do something, and fluff ensues. Congrats on your milestone!
Thank you for your request! I was so excited to write for Daryl and I really hope you enjoy it and that I did him justice đ„șđ
Warnings: Mentions of zombies? I mean it's a TWD fic, I guess that's implied đ brief panic attack.
Word Count: 1,209
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It was clear as day that Daryl did not fit in. Since the moment the group set foot in Alexandria, he stuck out like a sore thumb, constantly on the receiving end of uneasy stares and hushed whispers.
You, on the other hand, seemed to be adjusting like a duck to water. You'd relished in the relief that the hot shower brought you, giving you momentary peace from the horrors that you knew were lurking just beyond the walls. You talked to the other residents as if they were old friends, engaging in easy small talk from the get go.
Daryl didn't understand how it was so easy for you. Most of the group seemed at least slightly wary and uncomfortable about their new surroundings, but you went about as if the world outside these walls no longer existed. It was bizarre for him to see you the way you might have been before the world crumbled and every day became a fight for survival.
The welcome party brought about new feelings of unease for Daryl. His life before wasn't much different from his life now, albeit with less undead and fighting for his life. He had still been an outsider. Never welcomed by society. Left to fend for himself, along with his brother, hunting for what they needed. His family may have grown, but outside of those he held dear he still felt every bit the outsider he always had.
You had pleaded with him to join you tonight. Begged him and promised that it wouldn't be as bad as he thought it would. He had only scoffed, grunting sharp "No." He had faulted slightly when he saw your slumped shoulders and sad face. But he didn't need to go to a party to be reminded that he wasn't wanted here, that he didn't fit in here. Not like you.
He wouldn't admit just how much it hurt to see how well you were fitting in here. He saw the looks he received from the residents of the walled off town, heard the whispered comments about him when they thought they were too far away to be heard. The last thing he wanted was for you to be ostracized for your relationship with him. Not that there was a relationship, much as he longed for one with you. Longed to hold you close, to kiss you and wake up with you every morning. He knew he was just a no good redneck, not good enough for someone as kind and loving as you, so he kept those feelings to himself. Satisfied to simply have you in his life, loving you from afar and keeping you safe from harm.
Daryl's eyes grew wide as he saw you walk out of the house, leaving the party early. At first all he could see were your legs. Sure he had seen you in shorts before, when the weather had become unbearable last summer. But normally you covered up. Uncomfortable in your own skin, hiding your curves behind oversized t-shirts and flannel shirts, whatever loose fitting clothes you would find on your scavenges.
Tonight though, you were wearing a dress and Daryl's brain just about shut down. It was a pastel shade of yellow, thin straps pulling the flowing fabric tight against your chest. But what drew his attention most was the way it stopped mid-thigh, your legs almost fully on show. The light breeze made the hemline float higher exposing your thick thighs to him, leaving his palms clammy and his heart racing.
He's ashamed to say it took him too long to pull his eyes away from your body in order to take notice of your demeanour. The way you hurried as you walked away from the house, hands roughly running through your hair, you even looked like you were talking harshly to yourself as you made your way to the waterside.
Daryl let you take a moment, hoping you would be able to calm yourself and worried that his presence might startle you. But the longer you sat the hasher your breaths became.
Within seconds he was sitting directly in front of you. Taking both your hands in his calloused ones, he pulled your eyes solely onto him.
"Breathe f'me." His voice ushered in the darkness. Away from the bright lights and loud chattering of the house you felt a calm begin to wash over you. Daryl's gravelly voice helped to anchor you back, drifting away from the panic that had risen in your chest.
When your breathing seemed to settle, Daryl sat back, letting go of your hands but resting them on your ankles instead. He had a way of always touching you in a subtle way, just to make sure you knew he was there. It was comfort to you in a world where comfort was hard to come by and often overlooked in place of safety.
"Thought you liked it 'ere." He shrugged as he spoke, not quite looking in your eyes.
"It's got walls. It's safe. I'm trying, you know. But it's not what I know anymore. It's too similar to before and what if it all falls apart again?" You feel the panic slowly trying to rise again. You fight to tamper it down, focusing on the feel of those rough hands circling your bare ankles.
"Then we face it t'gether." Daryl spoke with unwavering certainty. He would do everything within the realm of possibility to ensure you were always together.
"In what way together?" Your voice trembled just slightly, but Daryl was quick to notice it. He always noticed the small things, the quirks and ticks that no one else saw.
He didn't speak, but he looked questioningly at you. Giving your ankles a soft squeeze to encourage you to continue.
"Daryl, I-I like you. You're brash and rude, but you're also kind and you protect the people you love." You take a deep breath, "I'm not good at relationships, never had one that lasted before. But we basically act like we're already together, I just, I don't know if that's what you want. It is what I want though, if you'd have me."
With your eyes locked on his, he can see the beginnings of unshed tears forming. You're waiting desperately for his response. Worried that you may have ruined the thing that you are most grateful for in this undead world. It had been mere seconds when he finally answered, but to you it felt like hours.
"'m already yours." He gave you his shy smile, unruly hair matted against his face, reminding you that he still hadn't showered since arriving. Uncaring you crawl forwards to kneel in front of him, your face only inches away from his.
"I don't know what I'm doing, Daryl, but I'm glad it's with you." You lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to his chapped lips. He pulls you closer, unwilling to allow even a fraction of space to separate you. He places the most gentle of kisses to your forehead as he wraps his arms tightly around you. It might not be what he knows, but he is willing to try harder to adjust to living here. So long as you are by his side.
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Congrats đŸ So happy I found your blog and your writing đ
Iâm dying to read 13 for Eddie: Ă - "I'm sad and I demand cuddles."
Thank you for your request my lovely đ this is based off something that legit happened with me, altered slightly of course. I hope you like it đ„°
Warnings: Mentions of death, crying, swearing. It doesn't sound like it but it's fluffy I promise!
Word Count: 737
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âAre you crying?â Eddie asks as he walks into his bedroom, seeing you curled up in his bed with tears in your eyes. He only left you for ten minutes while he took a shower.
âNo.â You sniffle, effectively calling bullshit on your own lie.
Eddie stands a little awkwardly at the end of his bed, flexing his fingers and biting his lip. Heâs never seen you cry before. Heâs floundering for what he should be doing. Should he go and comfort you? What if heâs the reason youâre crying?
That thought sets something off in him, anxiety beginning to buzz in his ears.
âWhatâs wrong?â He asks you softly, scratching the back of his neck.
âNothing.â
Your response does nothing to settle his nerves. Instead it causes him to bite his lip a little harder, insecurities eating away at him.
âDid I do something?â His voice is quiet. Worried chestnut eyes locked on you as he waits, desperately, for your answer.
âWhat?â You look up at him for the first time since he entered the room. An extra sadness settles over you as you take in your boyfriendâs slumped shoulders, and the way his fingers are rubbing together nervously. âEddie, no. No, youâve not done anything, I promise.â
He lets out a breath he didnât realise he was holding, shuffling over to sit on the bed by your feet. You feel his hand rest on top of your leg, giving it a soft squeeze.
âThen why are you crying?â
You sigh deeply, dramatically.
âBecause heâs dead!â The wavering in your voice comes back as youâre reminded of why you were crying in the first place.
âWhoâs dead?â Eddie frowns, he only left you for ten minutes. And he didnât hear the phone ring, or anyone knocking on the door. So how in the hell did you find someone had died?
You angrily throw something in his direction. For a second he flinches, thinking you were throwing it at him. Until it lands heavily by his leg. A book. The book youâve been reading for the last couple days. The one that youâve been telling him about every second that you didnât have your head stuck between the pages.
âSomeone in your book died?â He asked, trying to be delicate. He knew how passionate you were about the fantasy worlds that you regularly lost yourself in, and he definitely couldnât judge you for that.
âYes.â Your face is scrunched up in frustration and anger. âAnd itâs not fair, he did not deserve to die! She canât blindside me like this. Just killing someone off all willy nilly as if itâs not going to break my heart! Does she not know that Iâm very fragile?â Your arms were flapping as you spoke, hitting the bed with a heavy thud as you came to an end, huffing dramatically.
âSweetheart, I donât think the author wanted to hurt you specifically.â He rubs up and down your leg comfortingly. But you simply stare at him, wide eyed, those unshed tears glistening.
âOr maybe she did. Fuck her, we hate her.â Eddie pushes the book off the bed with his bare foot, letting it fall to the floor with a loud thud. âHow dare she kill off that character, whom I donât know the name of, and hurt my poor angel.â You can hear the overdramatic tone of his voice, the slight teasing as he finishes his little charade.
But it makes you smile all the same.
âWhat can I do for you sweetheart?â He begins to crawl closer to you, a soft smile on his face.
âIâm sad and I demand cuddles,â You pause, glancing up at him through your lashes, âPlease?â
The innocent way you look up at him, almost begging him for cuddles, stirs something in him. But he pushes it aside for now, opting instead to be the soft boyfriend he knows you need right now.
âAlways so polite,â He grins, teasing you. âGet your butt over here.â Eddie throws the quilt in the air, diving under it and opening his arms to pull you into him, leaving you giggling as you press yourself close.
âI love you, Eddie.â You place a light kiss on his cheek, nuzzling your face into his neck.
âLove you too, always.â A wet kiss lands on your forehead as he holds you even tighter. âNow get ready for some serious snuggling angel.â
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Congrats on the 100 & happy sleepover! đ Okay, here I am to make a little request for our eddie boy with "And right now, I think you should kiss me." I just know you're going to rock it! âĄ
Thank you for your request đ This definitely took a turn I didn't expect đ this is my first ever smut, so I hope you enjoy it đ„șđ *I changed the quote very slightly to but instead of and!*
Warnings: Smut 18+ minors DNI! Virgin!Eddie, slight sub!Eddie/dom!reader, coming in pants.
Word Count: 963
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"Anything else today?" Eddie asks as he hands you the little baggy, your hands touching briefly, lingering just enough for a spark to light up the nerves across his skin. He can't take his eyes off your lips, plump and red. You wet them slightly, slowly running your tongue across them, making his pants feel a little tighter than before. Heâs glad to be sitting down as he crosses his legs subtly to hide his growing erection from you.
It's always like this when you come over. You flirt with him, touching him when you speak, running your fingers up and down his arm or his thigh.
Maybe it's all an act, just you wanting some discount for the weed. But he can't resist the way you bat your eyelashes at him, or how you bend down to pick up your bag before you leave, giving him a clear view down your top every single time. The sight of your cleavage, barely contained by the lacy bras you wore, would leave him desperate for you to leave. Eagerly releasing himself from the tight confines of his jeans, rutting restlessly into his hand the moment you closed the door behind you, groaning out your name as he made yet another mess because of you.
He's never had this before. At school he's just the 'freak', no girl or boy there would ever give him the time of day. And even when his band plays, thereâs always the same five drunks in the audience, five old sweaty men. Not a wannabe-groupie in sight.Â
"That's all for today." Your voice, soft and sweet, hangs in the air. He can see you're pausing, waiting to say something else, biting your bottom lip enticingly as you mull over your next words. He waits with bated breath, always hanging onto every word you say. "But right now, I think you should kiss me."
He feels his palms begin to sweat, the air growing clammy around them. That was the last thing he had expected to come out of your mouth. This was like his wet dreams coming true.Â
"W-what?" Gone was the confident metalhead; you had reduced to nothing more than a stuttering puddle of nerves and desperation with only your words. He wants to kiss you. God does he want to kiss you. Those lips haunt him long after you leave every week. He spends far too long imagining you kissing and nipping his body, wrapping those lips around his⊠He shakes his head minutely, willing those thoughts to leave his mind. "Why would you say that?" He asks timidly, his voice raising an octave as you leave him feeling exposed with the way your eyes rake up and down his lean body.Â
"Because you've been staring at my lips ever since I got here, like you always do." You smirk at him as you speak. He's speechless, staring up at you from his place on the couch, heart beating erratically. You take a step closer to him, gently resting your hands on his knees as you lean down to be at his level, "Tell me if you don't want this." His throat dries up, words feeling foreign to him as you softly run your fingers up his inner thighs, "Words, sweetheart."
"I-I want you." He admits, a flush high on his cheeks, spreading down his neck and under his t-shirt. The predatory grin you flash at him has his heart pounding in his chest.
"Good boy." You say as you place your hands on his shoulders, climbing onto his lap. Your piercing eyes never leave his wide brown ones as you let your fingers run along the neck of his t-shirt, dipping under just slightly. Your words make his cock throb from within the confines of the tight denim. A broken groan escapes his lips as you let your weight settle on him, the warmth of your heat against him making him whine.Â
"So needy baby, I've not even touched you yet." You mock, not unkindly. He can see the sparkle in your eyes, loving the reactions you're getting from him. His hands are fidgeting limply on the couch either side of him, itching to touch you but not sure how. You take pity on him, guiding them to your hips, letting him slide the tips of his fingers under your top, dancing along the bottom of your ribcage.
You lower your face to nip along his neck, working your way up to his jaw. The metalhead is a whimpering mess by the time you reach the corner of his lips. Unconsciously rutting himself against your heat, desperately seeking friction for his aching cock. His eyes are closed tightly, hands gripping your waist hard enough to leave a bruise.Â
You let him use you, continuing to kiss, nip and suck his jaw, his throat and collarbones. It doesn't take long before he's tensing up, holding you tightly against him as he bucks his hips wildly. He doesnât care how whiny he sounds as he chases his release, pent up after all your teasing. The only thing he can focus on is the way your thighs tighten around him as you press yourself even closer, giving him the friction you know he needs.Â
You lean back, watching as his face contorts. Sweat was dripping down his face, hair matted to his forehead. His mouth parts in a silent scream as he finally finds his release. You welcome the feeling of his warm release as it seeps through his jeans onto your soaked panties. Grinding yourself down onto his spent cock, you enjoy the way he shudders through the aftershocks.Â
"I'm still waiting for that kiss." You tease as he opens his eyes, looking up at you in awe.
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