#SDMN inside

[bethorwhateverr]

Guys idk what to do now Inside has finished😭

I’d watch it on the train on the way to work, or after I woke up on my days off… I’m so lost now😂

[alexmarquezmotogpracewinner]

The fact that it's become so evident, people are starting to notice that Vik is always the one left out, the duos are Simon & JJ, Josh & Tobi and Harry & Ethan. Uneven number groups are unfair, they don't work, somebody will always be left out, but why does it always have to be the best person? Anyways Vik deserves better

[cognitosclowns]

Ohohoho (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖) so you like Robotus Alpha- Beta? You should totally tell me explicitly about yourself totally not because I want to write you specifically head canons or like, maybe draw you something if I know how you look ͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡ – ✧

SOBBING WEEPING BC 

THIS IS SO SWEET AND

THIS GIVES ME AN EXCUSE TO CREATE AN INSIDE JOB SELF INSERT SO

(H,, His name is Willie <3)

(he doesn’t actually work there, he got Cognito mixed up with another office and was too scared to say anything and nobody stopped him,, so now he just lives there I guess??? he has long since accepted his fate)

[rainylana]

“Baby, are you okay?”

Eddie Munson x female reader

summary: drug deal gone wrong. eddie realizes just how important you are to him. requested by @sharp-and-swift

warnings: reader has a knife held to her throat, sexual assault (reader is touched inappropriately), language, drug deal, fluff, major hurt/comfort trope (my favorite), special appearance by uncle wayne.

give me love babes mother needs it<3

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If Eddie were an animal, he’d be a cat. Why? Because he had nine lives. He had more than nine, actually. He seemed to be void of all danger. Well no, that wasn’t true. Danger stuck to him like glue, but he was amazing when it came to getting out of it. Wayne teased him by calling him MacGyver and that he needed his own show. He loved the danger, the chaos of it all. It never bothered or got to him, atleast until one day when you were involved.

Eddie hadn’t had a bad drug deal in several years. The only people around Hawkins who needed a fix where high schoolers or lone wolves at the hideout. So, he didn’t think much about it when you asked to come along to his next destination.

You walked swinging your hands together, his fingers laced in yours as you crunched the fall leaves beneath your Chuck Taylor’s. It was supposed to be quick in simple. It was a friend of his uncle’s, who he’d never met, but he didn’t think much of it.

When you finally got to the designated meeting spot, you and Eddie sat across from each other at the picnic table in the middle of the woods, tapping your fingers and making small talk. Whoever you were meeting, was late. Eddie tiredly rested his chin in his palm, the cool air a bit nippy at his neck, but his jean jacket kept him warm. He offered it up to you, but you promised your orange sweater was enough.

“Ow.” You complained under your breath, finger scraping too hard at the wood beneath your palms.

“What’s wrong?” He creased his brow across from you, not moving from his position.

“Splinter.” You bit your lip, bringing it up to investigate. “Fuck, hurts like a bitch.”

“Here,” He reached out to take your hand and brought the tip of your finger up to his eye line, squeezing at the skin around it. He muttered a soft apology when you winced at his prodding.

“I think I got a knife in here somewhere.” He padded at his jacket, making you scoff and widen your eyes.

“You’re not cutting that thing out of me.” You shook your head. “Hell nah.”

He rolled his eyes. “Fine.” He hopped up and rounded the table to set beside you, holding your red, irritated finger. “Seems like we might have a no show.”

“Get that a lot?” You tried to ignore the pain as he squeezed the skin, gritting your teeth.

“Not really.” He focused on the wood under your porcelain skin, sticking out his tongue in concentration. “Just sell it to someone else if they don’t.”

The wind picked up a bit and shivered inside of your clothes. Eddie hummed and squeezed your wrist. “Told you you’d be cold.”

“Shut up.” You lightly kicked him. You were naturally a cold blooded girl. “Just get this tree trunk out of me.”

Eddie snickered and teased you by squeezing your pained skin, but he finally got it out as you sighed with relief. He took the splinter away from your cut it held it up with victory, a goofy smile on your face. “Tada.”

Victory was not held long though. The dark curtains of his hair kept him from witnessing the stranger from the corner of his vision, and you were too focused on the task at hand, and a scream lodged it’s way out of your throat when you were yanked up from the table.

It all happened so quickly. You were now being held up off the ground, a blade held thickly at your throat and a strong arm wrapped around your waist. Eddie was stumbling off the ground from trying to catch you, his eyes wide in a panicked fear.

“Don’t you fucking move!” Whoever it was behind you screamed into your ear, and you were hyperventilating as your eyes blurred with tears, heart racing like a wild stallion.

“Hey, hey, okay, okay!” Eddie begged, holding up his hands with an unhinged jaw. His eyes were wide and his face had gone pale.

“You got what I came for?” The man asked bitterly. Your body was pressed up against his, and you could smell alcohol and cigarettes on his breath. The sharp blade was right at your jugular, and you were whimpering, not able to struggle and paralyzed with fear, body stiff as the planks you had sat on.

“Yeah, yeah, man, I got it!” He nodded rapidly, eyes flicking between you and who he assumed, was his uncles friend. He needed new ones. “Just.. just, hey, you don’t gotta do this, okay? She’s..she’s not done anything. I’ll give you what you want just let her go, alright?”

Eddie’s voice was shaking, and you could only cry in your captives arms. Your eyes were so wide that it hurt your head, your body was shaking and you had to clamp your mouth shut from screaming.

“What else you got?” The man was larger built, dark hair and tan skin. He looked like a truck driver. Eddie hadn’t seen him before.

“Anything.” Eddie pointed back to his lunchbox. “Coke, weed, acid it’s all yours, man, just let her go!” He was more frantic with his words, knees barely buckling underneath him.

“Give it to me. Toss it over here.”

Eddie obeyed quickly, reaching behind him, arms still up, and tossed over his lunch box his your feet. “Now, let her go.”

You cried out when your body was bent over, the man reaching down to pick up the box. Your eyes never left Eddie’s, wide and terrified, your cries breaking his heart. With one hand, he opened the box and quickly scanned it, giving a satisfied nod. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

He still hadn’t let you go.

Eddie’s stomach twisted upside down when the man’s eyes started to observe the side of your cheek, and you squeezed your eyes shut as the man shushed you sickeningly. You were crying, tears dripping down you neck with soft sobs. You begged yourself not to move. One wrong motion and Eddie would be traumatized for life.

“Hey!” Eddie tried to get the man’s attention. “Let her go.”

The urgency in his voice made you break a sob, cringing and shying away as his free hand came up to pet your cheek, drifting down your hip. You tried to calm yourself. Freaking out would only make your case work, but you could only quiet down so much.

“Hey, don’t touch her, man!” Eddie snapped, taking a step that got the knife digging into your skin even more as he shouted at Eddie to stay away. The action, and the sudden burn of blood that leaked at the cut along your neck, made you hysterically sob and scream out, your legs giving out from under you.

“You shut your mouth before I slit her throat!” He screamed, only worsening your case. Your chest was heaving and you were begging Eddie with silent eyes to help you.

You but your tongue so hard you tasted blood when the man’s hand cupped the space between your legs, squeezing you and making your throat close. You had to look away from Eddie, not daring to let a full fledged whimper out.

“Stop! Fucking stop it!” Eddie screamed in desperation, stumbling on his feet with shaking limbs and wide eyes. “Please, please you got what you wanted, please let her go!”

He gave you a little jostle and licked your neck, rubbing the fabric of your jeans and making you grow cold. He gave your neck a little bite before he loosened his grip on you, removing the knife as he held it out to Eddie. “You keep your distance until I’m gone, ya’ hear?”

Eddie nodded as quickly as he could. “Yeah- yeah, you got it.”

Your body was set free but you couldn’t move, your hands froze in the air as you paralyzing stared off at the side. Your heart felt like it was going to explode. Eddie kept his eyes on the man, who kept the knife up, backing away deep into the woods. When he was finally gone from sight, Eddie ran to you.

It was like your brain had turned to mush. Your face was pressed into his chest and his arms were wrapped around your shaking body so tightly it almost hurt, then he’d pull away to look at your neck, grab your face and hold your hands, pulling you back in to hold you. He was speaking all the while, but you could only hear muffled words. His touches felt fuzzy and tingly, like he wasn’t really there. You couldn’t see clearly, and your tongue felt heavier.

“Come on, we’ve gotta get outta here.”

You didn’t hear it, but an arm wrapped around your waist and led you away from the forest.

•

“Eddie, what happened?”

Wayne had yet to take a sip from his freshly brewed cup of coffee when his nephew barged in with you by his side, shaken up as he ever saw them.

“We got jumped.” Eddie gulped, closing the door behind him, his hand holding yours tightly. “Some guy that..I don’t know, claimed to know you,” He was panting as he rambled, pausing to turn to you. “Hey, why don’t…here, honey, you need to sit down.” His voice had turned so much more gentle as he grabbed your shoulders and softly ushered you to a seat on the couch, crouching down below you. “I’m gonna..I’m gonna get something the clean your neck, okay?” He looked into your eyes and you gave a weak nod, not meeting them.

“Eddie,” Wayne said more seriously when Eddie ventured into the bathroom. “What the hell happened?”

Eddie stopped and his face went white, bringing a hand up to his forehead. He stepped around his uncle to close the door. “He..he came out of nowhere. I didn’t see him. He…he held a knife to her throat and- and he..he- touched her.” His voice broke and he could hardly get out the words. “Fuck,” He grew overwhelmed and covered her face. “He cut her neck a little bit but- fuck, Wayne he touched her right in front of me and she won’t- she won’t say anything, oh god, this is my fault. It’s my fucking fault, Wayne-”

“Hey, hey,” Wayne grabbed his face and pulled him close. “Calm down, Eddie.” He recognized the signs of his past panic attacks, his breathing erratic and face gone of color. “You’re alright. She’s alright. But now you know why this stuff is dangerous, right? You’re lucky nothing worse happened. It needs to stop, bud. You don’t gotta worry about money.”

“I know, I know,” He breathed, resting his hands on his uncle’s arms. “Fuck, Wayne, what do I do? I’ve fucking traumatized her.” He squeezed his eyes shut.

“No, you haven’t, Ed.” Wayne said calmly. “Just learn from this, okay? You’ll both be okay. Just need to calm down, alright?”

Your ears caught the sound of the bathroom door opening, but you didn’t look up. You said rigidly on Wayne’s sofa, knees up and arms laying loosely at your sides. Your face was pale and void of color, eyes glossed over and red, the skin around them swollen and irritated. You felt disgustingly gross. You heard Wayne fish for his keys in the pocket of his jacket, his boots padding in the carpet as he walked around the coffee table to stand next to you. You tried to smile when he bent down to give you a kiss on the top of your head.

Eddie came back to crouch in front of you, tearing open a first aid kit and looking through it’s contents. He muttered to himself about what he needed to find. He had a wet napkin sitting on his thigh, and he picked it and looked at you. “Is it okay if I clean it up a bit?”

You nodded softly and lifted your neck a bit, his hand soft on your skin. You tried not to cringe at the feeling, but you couldn’t help but get a flash of ptsd. You pushed it away. He cleaned as quickly as he could, his other hand rubbing your thigh softly. He kept looking up at you lifeless eyes, a frown on both of your faces. When he finished, putting a dab of Neosporin and a bandaid, he had to speak up.

“Baby, are you okay?” Of course, you weren’t. His lips were pulled down and his hands held your knees, his voice soft like a winter’s first snow.

“Yeah.” You forced yourself to speak, the crack in your voice betraying you.

“Y/n, I’m so, so sorry.” He pleaded, gathering your hands and kissing them. “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” He kissed up your arm until he got the dent of your elbow.

Never in his life had he felt so much love for another person. He always knew you were important to him, but important didn’t even grace it now. You were his life. Your spirit animal was not a cat, and you did not have nine lives. Eddie wanted to cry again. “I’m so sorry this happened, baby.” He looked up to you from your stomach. “Are you okay? Please, talk to me.”

You didn’t know how to feel. You weren’t processing anything. The only thing you did feel was terror. Your mouth opened and closed, trying to find words. He could see the confused, complicated look on your face as he sat up. You grew panicked, but before you could get too overwhelmed he cupped your cheek.

“It’s alright.” He said softly, giving you a kiss on the lips, soft and delicate. “You’re alright, honey. Here, sit back.” You leaned back until you rested on the back of the couch, and he propped your feet up on his lap. He worked to untie your shoelaces, working them through the triple nots you tied. He managed to get one off before the damn broke.

When you let out a quiet sob, his eyes snapped up to you, face dropping. You were looking up at the ceiling, holding your stomach as tears fell down your neck as you cried steadily. Eddie disregarded his task at taking off your other shoe and sat beside you, shushing you softly as he pulled you down into his lap, your face scrunched up in his jeans. He leaned down to hold you tight, kissing your shoulder and offering words of apology.

Why did something so horrible have to finally make him realize how much he cared for you?

[sweet-villain]

Lies~3~Eddie Munson

Part 2

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Angst? Fluff?

" Are you sure you're going to be okay?" Steve asks as you exited out of his car adjusting your skirt. He stepped out too, with Robin looking at the house in front of you. There were a few people outside either smoking or making out or making a fool out of themselves.

" I'll be fine, Stevie" you said. " No need to worry about me" you patted his chest as he sighed, looking at Robin as she shrugged. You three headed inside and loud music bouncing off the walls reached your ears, people everywhere dancing and drinking. Even someone got on the table and flashed everyone.

" I need a drink" you turned to look at Robin, " Coming?" she nodded as she followed you leaving Steve behind who disapprovingly stood there with his hands on his hips.

" He needs to relax" you tell Robin motioning your head over to Steve.

" Can you blame him? I mean you had a rough couple of days, he cares about you"

" I'm a big girl, Robs" you took a cup and filled whatever was in the punch bowl, taking a drink. "A couple of these and I'll be good" you shake the cup in front of her eyes.

" Just don't get into much trouble" your breath hitches as your eyes glare over who you spot. The mop of curls sitting on one of the table with the lunch box in his hands and a cigarette loosely around his lips as his eyes meet yours.

" I thought this wasn't his scene" you motion your head to the metal head. Robin looks over, surprise on her face.

" Maybe he needs to make quick buck" you shrugged, arms went around his neck as he tore his gaze from you and to the girl that wanted his attention. Chrissy leaned into kiss his cheek and his cheeks turned pink. The cup in your hand, no longer there as it drops to the ground spilling onto your shoes and Robin's.

" Hey!" she frowns pulling you out of your thoughts as you look over to her then look down.

" I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to" she waves her hands as if it's nothing but then you spot another face in the crowd, he cast you a smirk as he passes you and Robin and your eyes follow.

" Don't you even think about it Y/N" your eyes were trailed on the back of Jason Carver head. You placed a finger on Robin's lips telling her not now going through the crowd when Steve spots you. He follows your line of sight and takes a hold of your hand bringing you flush against him.

" Don't go there Y/N" he knows the look on your face as sends you a warning look.

" You're not my baby-sitter, Harrington" Steve's hold releases from you as he nods putting his hands up. " You're right, go bed stupid for all I care" he moves back into the crowd as he storms off. You frown as you watch him going, Robin is no where in sight which leaves you by yourself.

" Looking for someone?" Jason comes up behind you as he smirks. His eyes trail to the skirt your wearing to the top that you made sure your cleavage stood out to the boots you were wearing but his eyes landed on your lip gloss. He licked his lips.

" Like what you see, Carver?" you smirked. Jason chuckles as he nods, telling you to twirl. You do so with a giggle.

From across the room Eddie has been watching this encounter with his jaw tight and fist by his side while the other is his grip on Chrissy, got tighter. She follows his eyes of sight and sighs.

" Do you like her?" Eddie's gaze broke off from you and Jason to her. He watches the sadness in her eyes and the little pout on her lips. He places a kiss on her pout and pulls away still seeing the sadness lingering in her eyes.

" I don't" he tells her. It's a lie because all he has been thinking about is you, he dreams of you, he writes songs about you, he talks about you during practice, during Hellfire, during school, talks to Wayne about you but yet you hated him.

" You need to stop lying to yourself" Eddie gaps at her in shock.

From across the room, heads turn as gasp were heard. Jason Carver's hand were on your hips and his mouth danced with yours. It felt like everything stopped, even Steve's eyes and Robin's eyes got wide. Eddie and Chrissy turned their attention as they watched what was going on.

Eddie had let Chrissy's hand go as he made his way over to the front to see clearer and when he saw the sight of you and Jason Carver, his blood boiled and a fist to his side. He glared at what was he watching and Steve took notice the way Eddie stood, tense and ready to fight.

" Get your hands off of her!" Eddie shouted as he took the back of Jason's shirt and pulls him off of you. " Eddie!" you scolded him. Eddie didn't clearly hear you as he turned Jason around and put his nose against Jason's.

" Don't fucking touch her" Jason smirked.

" What are you going to do about it, freak?" Jason pushed Eddie's chest as Eddie stumbled back, he growled putting his lunch box on the table before his fist connected with Jason's face.

" Let's go" Steve says as he takes your hand and your other hand is in Robin's as the three of you rush out of there. You looked back just in time that someone tugged Eddie away.

He looked so angry.

-

" Thank you for letting me stay here, Stevie" you mumbled shrugging off your shoes as you slide in his bed. You didn't want to be alone tonight and Steve offered that you stay at his house.

" You're always welcome here" He smiles as you as he reaches over to move a piece of hair from your face. His lips are in a thin line as he looks ahead.

" What are you thinking about?" you asked reaching over putting your hand on his. At the touch, he closes his eyes.

" I just don't understand why you keep hanging onto him hoping something will change" he says as he runs a hand through his hair.

Your eyes drop to the comforter that covers you.

" I don't know" Steve glances down at you seeing the sadness on your face.

" Hey don't worry about it" he shrugs as he stands up, " you should get some sleep"

" Stay?" you ask him. He nods as he shrugs off his jacket putting it on the chair and takes off his shoes, kicking them besides the bed as he lays down besides you.

The hint of his scent hits you as he lays on his side facing you. A strand of hair keeps falling and you reach up to brush it away when your fingers go into his hair, massaging his scalp making him groan.

His eyes close and your finger trails down from his forehead to his nose tracing his eyelids, to his cheeks and just above his lips where you hesitate.

Steve opens his eyes as he stares at you feeling the hesitation of your finger and he reaches over grabbing your hand bringing it to his lips as he lays a kiss on your palm.

His eyes never leaving yours as he does.

" Steve..." you softly whisper his name. He gently smiles.

" Yeah?" you bite your bottom lip going or it what you were about to ask him.

" Kiss me" Steve searches your eyes if your joking or not and when finds that you aren't, he hovers above you looking down at you with a small smile on his lips.

His hand cups the side of your face as his thumb caresses your cheek.

" Are you sure?" he asks, he's hesitant himself but he feels his heart race.

" Yes" Steve leans down and presses his lips against yours. You and Steve are kissing. You and Steve are kissing. You and Steve are kissing. He pause against your lips giving you a chance to pull away but when you don't, his hands come up to your face and cups your jaw, tilting his head making the kiss deeper.

Your hands are in his hair, arms around his neck to pull him even closer. The kiss is full of what is this, is the the right thing to do and he kisses you like it's the last time he might.

He pulls away, " That was.." he blinks as the word is processing on his tongue, " spontaneous" he shrugs not thinking it's the right words to use because he can't think of anything else.

You laugh, shaking your head, " You're something else, Steve Harrington."

-

Leaves crunched underneath your feet as you walked into the forest. You were in need to buy weed and you certainly weren't going to go to Rick, you had to get it from none other than Eddie. This was business though.

Eddie was already sitting at the spot with the lunch box in front of him as his head rested on his hand. He heard you walk closer and rolled his eyes at the sight of you.

" I don't have all day" he motioned with his hands as he opened his lunch box. He held out his ring covered hand motioning with his hand as give me.

You slammed the money into his palm, watching as he winces a little feeling your nails scrape against his palm and he throws you a bag of weed, not really looking if you'd catch it or not.

" Prick" you mumble. He laughed closing his lunch box as he looked up at you.

" Is that suppose to hurt me?" you shook your head, Eddie sighed but the way he was looking at you made your stomach flip.

" Stop looking at me like that" you say.

" Like what?"

" Like you give a damn about me" Eddie stands up as he puts on his jacket and grabs his lunch box.

" I do, but you deserve better than Harrington or Carver.. or me"

" I don't care what I deserve, I just wanted you Eddie. I wanted you!" He close his eyes feeling his heart crack as he tears were trying to escape.

" I've had enough of this" you tell him. He opens his eyes as he looks at you.

" What?"

" I've had enough of this, enough of you. I can't keep doing this to myself. I deserve to be happy. I deserve to be loved, I can't do this" you drop the bag of weed in your hands as your hands cover your face.

There is silence thinking that Eddie had left but then you feel the coldness of his ring and his hands on your wrist prying your hands away from your face.

You stare into his brown glossy eyes as the wind blows both of your hairs covering your faces. His hand reaches out to brush it away as he cups the side of your face with one hand.

" I know...I know I put you through a lot..I don't deserve you.. but please don't go. Don't walk out of my life" his forehead leans on yours as he wraps his arms around you.

" Eddie..I.." you can't even tell him the words you want to say.

" Please.. I'll never find another you" he grabs a hold of your jacket bringing you close to him as his lips fall on yours. You gasp in surprise and eyes wide. This was real.

Your eyes close as you kiss him back, his lips are soft against your and dances with yours as one.

He was kissing you. He was kissing you.

You pull away from him, his breath fanning your face as your fingers brush over his guitar pick.

" I'm not ready for this" you tell him, it was the truth. He was with Chris and you weren't about to be that cruel. You had a heart, you also couldn't do this to Steve.

With one more glance at the metal head boy who begged you to stay, you were gone as he watched you run from him.

[legendaryrunawaybear]

Forgive Me Now? - Part 1

Ethan x Reader                                                                                       Warnings: Language                                                                                         Hope You Enjoy!

It was Callux’s birthday and we had all agreed to take part in it. Talia, Harry and Calfreezy were in charge of planning the whole thing cos Talia was experienced in party planning and Harry and Cal were his flatmates so they knew him well. Josh and Tobi were in charge of the money budget and renting the yacht. JJ and Simon had to surprise him by taking him to the yacht. Vik and Freya were in charge of decoration cos they both were perfectionist so it would obviously turn out well. And that leaves me and Ethan in charge of the cake. It would have been ideal cos we were dating, but of course something bad was to happen to make it awkward. The day we were supposed to get the cake, I was pissed at him. GREAT! Just great!

We were on the bus on the way to Westfield and we were sitting across from each other. I was texting some people when I could feel his eyes on me. I thought it was nothing and starting going through my socials. 5 minutes later I couldn’t help but still think he was staring at me. Kind of weird but flattering in a way I guess? “Take a picture, it’ll last longer” I said to him with a subtle smirk still looking at my phone. He chuckled at turned to the window to look outside. I went on my phone to text him. “Fucking Creep...” I wrote. “ Can’t help it, I mean look at you😉” he wrote back. “Fuck off😂” For a moment I forgot that I’m mad at him. It was a petty reason really. He ate all my food. And NOBODY touches my food. I turned off my phone and put in in my bag. Then I started to look at him, admiring every feature. I couldn’t believe he was my boyfriend. I mean look at him. How could someone like him like someone like me? He turned away from the bus window and looked at me. He chuckled realising that I was staring at him, but honestly I didn’t even remember that I was mad at him at all at this point. He started staring back. We were staring into each others eyes with soft smiles. 10 minutes had past and we were still staring. *snap*  We both were startled and looked around. It was a girl. She was wearing SDMN merch. Soooooo she was a fan. Great. Me and Ethan still haven’t made our relationship public and we were planning to do it soon, but not like this. Suddenly, Ethan’s phone starts blowing up. Then mine. It was a bunch of fans. They started speculating that we were together. Then I get texts from friends.

Talia: Omg you two look tooo cuteeeeee. But did you tell everyone you’re dating yet I thought you were gonna wait??🤔

Iona: YOU DID NOT TELLL MEEE YOUR DATING ONE OF THE SIDEMENNNNNN!!!!!

Freya: Heyyyyyyy. Are you okay cos I know you didn’t want people to know...

“Oh my God” I said to myself quietly. Ethan got up and sat himself next to me placing his hand on my thigh. “It’s gonna be okay, when we get to Westfield, we’ll go live on Instagram and tell them everything.” He said to me reassuringly giving me a soft but affectionate smile. I smiled back at him and rested my head on his shoulder. “I love you y/n” he mumbled to himself as I lightly dozed off. 10 minutes had passed and we finally arrived.

We walked inside the giant shopping centre and opened Ethan's phone to go live. We told them everything. I felt relief. We went to Lola's cupcakes and waited to pick up his cake. Ethan was still on the live talking to fans. “Yo! Y/n! They want you here!” he said coming out of JD walking towards me. I popped into the camera, “Hey guys!”. I took his phone from him and started to talk to everyone. “Oh shittt…”, I said just remembering something. “  Babe what’s wrong?” I shot him a death glare. “I remember what happened prick.” He laughed and took the phone from as I pouted and turned to cake stand waiting until they finished the cake. “So basically” he said to his fans, “ I ate all her food and she was pissed at me but forgot and I guess she remembered again!” he said looking at me and smiling. He turned the camera at me to show me death staring him and turned it back to his self just to do his cute iconic laugh and show his red face. Wait. I’m supposed to be pissed at him and I’m calling him cute! Oh my god this boy is gonna be the death of me!

Thanks for reading part 2 coming out VERY soon(probably in 15 minutes cos I have nothing else to do lmao) 

Literally some of the only writers I ADORE

@sidemenyesplease @episkygrant

[buttercreamscenes]

Do u know any good sdmn imagine pages?

@buttercreammaynard is really good! I’ve read a lot of their imagines and I die a little inside

That’s really all I pay attention to, if I’m honest. But I am looking for more because I love the boys so much so if anyone knows any good writers, feel free to tag them! :)

[inter-somniac]

Take Me Home

Simon X Reader Fandom: Sidemen Requested(?): Yes

“I can’t even pronounce the name of it.” “Llanfairpwllgwyngyll.” “I feel like there are too many letters in that.” “There’s at least three.” Simon gave you a look. He knew you were sarcastic and usually he loved it, but right now he was nervous about meeting your family. You’d grown up in the little Welsh town of Llanfairpwllgwyngyll. Welsh flowed easily off your tongue, Simon wasn’t so lucky. He struggled profusely with Welsh. You found it quite adorable and you knew your family would too, but it was fun to see him squirm first. Your little brother and sister met you in the driveway, more than excited you were finally home to visit. Simon was getting your bags out of the car, hoping to slip everyone’s notice for the time being. Not that you were going to let that happen. You were so proud to show him off to your family. Simon felt a tug on his sweatshirt sleeve and looked down. Your little brother, Y/B/N, was smiling up at him. Simon smiled back and offered his hand to shake. Y/B/N hugged Simon instead, much to your boyfriend’s surprise. “Y/B/N, you don’t have your football top on.” Your brother went wide eyed when he realized he didn’t have on his SDMN FC top on. He’d been so excited when you sent it and said he planned on wearing it when he finally met Simon. Instead he had on a Nike sweatshirt. Your sister giggle, her eyes staying trained on Simon. You knew she thought he was very handsome, though much too young for him. “Why don’t we all go inside? Simon hasn’t been in the house yet.” Simon carried the bags as your siblings rushed ahead. You could tell he was still nervous, so you leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He gave you a half smile before heading in the door and setting the bags down. “Y/N! How are you, love? And this must be Simon. Oh he’s even more handsome than you mentioned.” “Mum...” “Hush. You’ve never brought a boy home before, I’m aloud to be excited.” Your cheeks turned pink as your mum continued to chatter. Simon had put his arm around your shoulders and given you a light squeeze. You were just too embarrassed at that point to defend yourself. Your siblings had disappeared and you weren’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. “Your dad popped down to the shop to get a few things. He should be back-” “Now. Hi Dad.” “You’re finally home! And I assume this is that lad of yours. You her lad, boy?” “Yes, sir.” Your dad sized Simon up, smiling and patting him on the shoulder after a few moments. Simon smiled back, clearly relaxing a bit. Your family’s approval was a big deal for him. So when he fit right in at dinner, he was happy. You loved watching him interact with your little brother and sister. It was obvious they adored him and he seemed to be taking a liking to them. You could also tell that your parents were taking a liking to him. “Simon, Simon, can we play a game?” Both of your siblings were looking expectantly at him. He was worn out but he didn’t want to disappoint them. He was searching for an answer when your dad spoke up. “Y/B/N, Y/S/n, I’m sure Simon would love to play a game with you, but I think he and your sister are probably tired. Let’s let them go to bed and you can wear them out tomorrow.“ You and Simon went up to your old room. He looked around at all the things still there that you hadn’t brought to London with you. The main thing he stopped at was the picture of you with Harry at the first Upload. “You went to the first Upload and didn't tell me?” “I only met Harry and I assumed he wouldn’t even remember me. It just didn't seem that important.” He looked at some more of the pictures, then a few of the books on your shelves. You had mostly American classics. They’d fascinated you for a time and you’d read many. Your favorite had been To Kill a Mockingbird and the spine surely showed it. It was well worn and creased. Simon picked up the book and examined it before putting it back. “You never cease to amaze me.” “Why?” “Just...the little things that make you who you are. They always show me a new part of you...I love you.” “I love you too...I think it’s about bedtime, if I do say so myself.’

[prettipeterparker]

I Dont Even Know Your Name - tbjzl imagine pt.1

loosely based off Shawn Mendes “I Dont Even Know Your Name”. i think i might do this in two parts? lemme know what you think.

word count; 466

pairing; tobi x reader

warnings; none

requested; yes

today was the day and to say i was excited was an understatement. i was finally going to meet my idols at upload.

i had waited so long for this day and it was finally here. i was going with my friend (y/f/n), however she wasnt as excited as i was. the both of us wore our sdmn shirts, mine being the newer blue tie-dye shirt and hers being a gradient blue to green lettering one. 

we both wore some washed out ripped jeans and our converse shoes. my hair was messily tied up, but (y/f/n) was too lazy to do anything with hers, so she let it drape over her shoulders. 

the both of us caught a train in together. the entire ride there i couldnt contain my excitement. i squealed every time we got a station close, (y/f/n) had to keep reminding me to shut up. 

(y/f/n) and i hopped off the train about an hour after we had gotten on, linking arms as we excitedly walked towards the event location. waiting in line didnt take very long, we had VIP so we got inside fairly quickly.

neither of us knew where we wanted to go first, so we just kind of paced around the hall for a little while.

tobi’s pov

this was insane. never in a million years did i think that i would ever see this many people here, in a small cramped theatre room, just to see me. and the other boys of course.

this was all so crazy. i was so proud of how far we had come. i was so thankful for all the supporters we had gained. they’re like our second family.

we already already seen around 100ish people today, and the day had only just begun. 

and then i saw her. her hair was shoulder length, her eyes bright and her smile wide. she was stunning. she wore a sidemen shirt, so i knew she was one of our supporters. she was waiting in line for the meet and greet when we both locked eyes. 

she blushed profusely before quickly looking away and chatting to her friend. 

she was extremely shy when it came to her turn, asking each of us for a hug but not talking very much.

she scurried of before i could even ask for her name

your pov

“hey (y/n), you might wanna take a look at this.” my friend called out.

she had last minute decided to stay the night at my place after we had gotten home from upload.

i walked out of my bathroom, drying my hair with my towel. 

“@tobjizzle; me this amazing girl at upload today. can you guys use you expert skills and find her for me?”

there was a picture attached.

a picture of me.

[captain-grump]

SDMN X Hogwarts Houses

I know this has been done before, but I wanted to do my take on it - I'm also sorry this is very long. I'm gonna try and sort the sidemen and sidemen of the sidemen into Hogwarts houses, HERE WE GO.... Vik - He is an obvious Ravenclaw, he is so smart but he is also quite witty and according to the other sidemen he sits on the fence a lot, weighing out arguments- a true Ravenclaw JJ - He is a no doubt slytherin, very loyal to his friends but with quite a dark sense of humour; he doesn't care what other people think of him, as long as he has his friends Simon - Moné was harder to assign, but in my opinion he is a Gryffindor - he comes across quite energetic, and he looks like he would much rather fuck around with a group of mates than do anything particularly productive- a true Gryffindor Tobi - a definite Hufflepuff, Tobi is so kind and loyal, and generally such an amazing all rounded person - it's hard to pick fault with Tobi, and he is just so lovable Ethan - Ethan in my opinion is one of the hardest to assign, he has many aspects of all of the houses (except Ravenclaw lol), but I think he fits best with Gryffindor, he loves a laugh and he seems like he would be up for trying anything new Josh - He is a Slytherin at heart, Josh is although hilarious, he can be sly and sneaky; Josh would also stick by all the others through thick and thin Harry - Harry is by far the most courageous out of all the sidemen, and so there is no question to which house he would be in - obviously Gryffindor, Harry is very relaxed but also batshit crazy ChrisMD - Chris would be a Ravenclaw, he is very witty and not to mention a HUGE nerd, he is also a perfectionist and so would fit perfectly with the other Ravenclaws CalFreezy - Cal would be a Slytherin, he is a sneaky little snake, who would also definitely defend you until the end, he would definitely have your back in a fight Callux - I think Lux would be a Hufflepuff, after the ricegum diss track, we all know that Lux is FIERCELY loyal and would do anything to make sure his friends were ok Manny - Manny, like Tobi, would be a Hufflepuff - Manny is so sweet and also family oriented, not to mention how nice he is to absolutely everyone Lewis - From what I have seen of Lewis,he seems like a Slytherin - he seems very competitive, and like he may tell some crude and risky jokes, but inside he is very sweet Chip - Josh is a Hufflepuff I think, he is super funny and just wants to make others laugh - he is always lighthearted and generally lovely If you made it this far you probably deserve a medal or something! Also reply to this if you disagree with any of the houses.....

[rainylana]

“Nobody’s fool.”

Eddie Munson x reader

summary: inspired by the song nobody’s fool by cinderella. requested by @rhoads56 <3 includes a slip n slide’, trailer park toddlers and love confessions:)

warnings: language, strictly fluff it’s just so damn cute, eddie and reader are head over heels in love lmao, wayne being a mood, mentions of panic attacks and nightmares, weed and pornography, little bit of tears and some sexual tension, but not graphic. just a little smut, but again, not graphic. ultimate fluff i can’t. like really- i love this so much<3

a/n: also! thank you guys very much for the kind messages these past few days:) i really do love you all so much.

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Wayne leaned against the railing on his back porch, elbows resting on the old wood with a cigarette dangling between his lips. He chuckled every now and then at the scene set in front of him. All of hellfire was in his backyard, shirts off with bright, sunburned skin as they played in the neighbors hose, colorful swimming shorts that stood out like a sore thumb. They stuck big long trash bags to the wet grass, making a slip n slide’ to entertain themselves in the 96 degree weather.

What was most amusing to the man was, however, was how differently his nephew treated you than everyone else. He watched you scream and carry about as Mike directly sprayed the water in your face, Eddie picking you up by the thighs to toss you both down the slippery tarp. He knew damn well that you were both head over heels in love with each other, especially Eddie. He’d tried time and time again to get him to talk about it, but the boy always turned beat red and chalked it up to nothing.

Grass stuck to your bodies, glued to your torsos from sweat and water. You were wearing a bikini, and your skin was marked red from how many times Eddie manhandled you and tossed you both down the hill. Your stomach hurt from how much you were laughing, the kind of laugh where you got stuck in silence and almost broke your insides.

Summer vacation was here, and it was hotter than hell, so Dustin had brilliantly came up with the idea for the trash bags and water hose. Even some of the neighbor kids waddled over in their swimsuits and rubber duckies. Tommy, his five year old neighbor, dragged his plastic kiddy pool over and filled it up. The Munson backyard was filled with life, and it warmed Wayne’s heart to see the sight.

“Look at my knees, you asshole!” You a screeched through laughter, pointing down to your red, scratched knees. “You’re gonna kill me if you don’t quit throwing my down this mountain!”

He sputtered our laughter, slipping on wet grass as he tried to stand up. “It’s- oh, god, it’s hardly a mountain, y/n.” He panted, hair sticking to his firm chest and making swirling designs. “Wanna go again?”

“My turn! My turn!” The little neighbor girls chanted, running up to Eddie with open arms. You laughed and stepped back, ushering Eddie to play with them first.

He wiggled his brows at you and clapped his hands, gathering the girls in his arms before he started down the slippery slope. You screamed again when Lucas sprayed you with the highest mode of the hose, backing away quickly as you threw a plastic floaty at his face.

You couldn’t see him, but from down below the hill, Eddie’s eyes had morphed into hearts, watching you. You looked absolutely beautiful, soaking wet and covered in clips of grass and mud. The kids pulled at his arms trying to get him to play with them, but he couldn’t look away from your beauty. He was mesmerized, and Wayne smirked, not missing the action.

Everyday he fought urge to kiss your lips, to tell you just how much you meant to him, how often you visited his dreams, but it was too complicated. You were best friends, and he was terrified of ruining what you had, and so were you. You both were too damn awkward to express your feelings.

Hours later when the sun began to set, the neighbor kids went home and so did the hellfire crew, besides you. You helped clean up the yard and made sure the kids got home safely with their toys, cleaning up the trash that Mike kept forgetting to throw away. Eddie helped, but his eyes always scanned over your figure, not being able to help himself. You stole your own glances, too, dazing off at the smooth, toned muscles of his chest that were scuffed in dirt.

“You kids hungry?” Wayne stepped outside to the back porch, beer in hand with a cigarette behind his ear. “I ordered a pizza. Y/n, why don’t you stay for dinner, hmm?”

You smiled, panting out a breath from the work your did, wringing out a beach towel in your hair. “Sure! You think maybe I could use your shower?”

“You know where it’s at.” He nodded toward the door, setting down on a lawn chair and kicking his legs out.

“Hey, Eddie!” You turned, calling over to him as he rolled the hose back up to return. “Can I borrow some of your clothes? I’m gonna take a shower!”

He almost dropped the damn thing, growing hot at the idea of you in his clothes. “Oh- oh, yeah! Sure!”

Wayne rolled his eyes. You disappeared inside the trailer, leaving the boys to themselves, and the older man watched with an amused look as Eddie trodded up to the porch. “So,” He raised a brow. “You had a nice day, huh?”

Eddie stopped immediately, eyes narrowing in curiosity. “Yeah? What’s that..that look for?” Water dripped from his hair, big puddles staining the wood beneath his bare feet.

“Nothin’.” Wayne shrugged his shoulders. “Just like watching a damn romance movie when you’re round’ each other, is all.”

“Shh, shh!” Eddie panicked, flapping his hands in a rush. “Jesus- Wayne, come on!”

The older man laughed, holding up his hand in apology. “Okay, okay, sorry. Shit, kid, you don’t hide it very well, though. Them boys were whisperin’ all day about how you kept starin’ at her.”

“Who?” His eyes widened, stepping closer to his uncle. “Was if that shithead Wheeler? I swear to god, I’m gonna ring his neck.” He gritted his teeth, taking a shallow breath.

“He’s one of ‘em, yeah.” Wayne nodded, taking a quick sip of his beer. “Him and that Henderson kid. They got a point though, bud. You’re both clearly crazy about each other.”

Eddie gulped, freezing at his words. He always grew extremely uncomfortable when he talked about you..well, potentially sharing feelings. It scared him too badly to think about it. He knew he could never act on them. It wasn’t worth the risk, was it? He couldn’t risk ruining what the two of you had. He loved you too much for it.

“Shut up, old man.” He grumbled, plopping himself down on the porch step, placing his head in his hands. He sighed with the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“Come on, don’t freak out.” Wayne smirked, noticing the shortening of his breath. It had been a while since the boy had a panic attack, but it didn’t take much to overwhelm him. “I just don’t get why you’re so scared to talk to her.”

Eddie groaned into his hands, the night cold against his wet, exposed skin. He reached out to grab your pink towel, wrapping it around his torso. “Because we can’t be more than friends.”

“I didn’t know you could read the future.”

“Wayne,” He pleaded desperately, running his hands through his wet curls. “Drop it, already.” He fiddled with the rings on his fingers, biting the inside of his cheek in attempt to ease his frustrations.

“Okay, bud,” His uncle sighed amusedly. “Sorry.”

A total of thirty seconds passed.

“You want me to tell her?”

“Oh, my god, Wayne!” Eddie wailed, turning around to glare at him.

“Well, shit,” His uncle scoffed, holding up his hands. “It’s getting old watching the two of you stare into each other’s eyes all…all romantic and crap.”

“We don’t!” He jumped up. “We..we don’t!”

“Okay, okay, just…tell my why you’re so scared of telling her how you feel, huh?” Wayne sighed, widening his eyes in close frustration. Eddie may have been twenty years old, but he acted like he was seven.

“Because!” He groaned, flinging water in every direction. “Because, Wayne! She’s my..she’s my best friend. She might not feel the same way and I- I can’t risk loosing her. She’s too important to me.”

It was like talking to a brick wall, and Wayne knew that no matter how much he tried to persuade him to open up to you, it would be damn near impossible. That was just how Eddie was. He was an over-thinker. Wayne knew that better than anybody.

“Can I say one more thing?” He sat up, resting his elbows on his knees, placing down his beer bottle. “Then I’m silent. Swear.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, leaning against the railing. “You are whether I wanna hear it or not, so sure.” He squeezed his eyes shut, pinching the bridge between his nose.

“Listen, kid, I love ya’,” Wayne raised his brows, smirking subtly. “But, you’re a damn mess, you know that? I raised you, so I can say it. All I’m saying is that…well, you’ve never had a girl in hellfire before she came along. You never even hung out with girls. Remember that kid who punched you in middle school when you tried to kiss her?” He chuckled, warning a cringed look from Eddie. “She feels the same way, bub. Trust me. I’m old, so you have to. We all know she does.” Wayne stood up and gave his nephew a reassuring squeeze before he went inside, leaving him alone to his thoughts.

Maybe his uncle was right, but that didn’t change anything, did it? It wasn’t worth the risk. He loved you too much for it. He’d rather have you as a best friend than to not have you at all, even if it meant he’d be living a lie.

•

“You should stay the night.” Eddie said to you over his shoulder, peeking out of his bedroom curtain. “Looks like rain. You shouldn’t drive.”

“It’s only rain.” You smiled, flipping through one of his dirty magazines on his bed.

“Yeah, but still,” He pursed his lips. “I’d feel better if you stad.” He turned to look at you, and smirked coyly at the sight of you holding his beloved copy of busty ladies. “Find something you like?”

You chuckled and shrugged. “Was just curious.” You said before tossing it to the end of the bed, smiling up at him. You were wearing his black sweats and his red, corroded coffin tee, hair still slightly damp from your shower. Eddie no longer was covered in grass clippings anymore, now wearing great sweatpants, his chest bare and muscular. His hair was dry and frizzy above the muscles, eyes slightly red rimmed from the joint he’d been smoking.

“I’ll stay.” You blinked tiredly, curling up with his soft blanket.

He hummed, satisfied with your answer. “Good.” He muttered, crawling on the bed up to where you were, settling back on a pillow against the headboard. “Smoke?” He offered you the joint.

You rolled onto your back, neck propped up from the pillow. You took the joint from his slender fingers, taking a small inhale and closing your eyes. You passed it back to him.

“Today was fun.” You blinked slowly, relaxed. The room was glowing in a soft, orange tone from his bedside lamp. You always loved sleeping over.

“It was.” He agreed, resting an arm behind his head. “Kids wore me out, though. Kept throwing those stupid toys at me.”

You giggled, chest vibrating with the sound. “They like you.”

“Everyone likes me.” He looked at you smugly, and you smacked his shoulder playfully.

“Uh, huh.” You scoffed, taking the joint back and placing it between your pink lips. “You’re a real casanova.”

He narrowed his eyes at the foreign word, giving you a weird look. “Casanova? What’s that mean?”

You past the blunt back and rolled your head to the side to look him in the eye, snorting once in his face. “A charmer.”

He smirked. “So you think I’m charming, huh?”

His high eyes twinkled in orange glow. He looked angelic, and it almost made you sad more a moment. He was so insecure of himself, despite what he said. You only wished he knew how beautiful he was. You wished he knew how much you loved him. But you’d never be more than friends.

“It also means a man who has a lot of lovers.” You raised a brow, smiling coyly.

He squinted his eyes, lips parting. “What makes you think I have a lover?”

You gave him a deadpanned look. “Eddie. You have a whole stack of porn under your bed I pretend isn’t there. I’m sure you have a few ladies around town that you like.”

He widened his eyes slightly, giving you an incredulous look. “If I wasn’t mistaken, y/n…I’d say you just called me a whore.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes. “No, I did not call you a whore. I’m just joking you big baby.”

He smiled at your smile, nodding. “Whatever, baby.”

You both giggled until a comfortable silence ensued, the high slowly making you tired. You yawned quietly, turning to face him and curling up against the pillow. He did the same, only a foot of length between your shoulders. You stared at each other with red eyes. “I hope I don’t have any nightmares tonight.” You said softly.

You were prone to them, always had been. Eddie knew this. He also knew that they weren’t as bad when you had someone with you. He closed the distance by wrapping an arm around your back, pulling you into his chest and cuddling you. You nuzzled your face underneath his neck, hand placed on his waist. He pulled the quilt blanket up to your shoulders, hand softly playing with your hair. “I’ll be here if you need me. Try and sleep.”

There was so much more he wanted to say.

•

For some reason unbeknownst to him, Eddie was awake four hours later, the room pitch black besides the white glow that the moon peeked through the curtains on the window. Your body was pressed against his ever so tightly, limbs entertained with blankets tangled at your meet. You must have gotten hot, he figured.

He was staring at you, studying and memorizing all the details of your face while he could. He knew this wasn’t right, feeling the way he did about you, but he couldn’t help it. It was driving him crazy. He wanted to love you with everything he had, but nothing was worth the risk of losing you. You were too precious to him.

And for some reason, yet again, unbeknownst to him, your eyes fluttered. He stilled fearfully, but it wasn’t quick enough. Your lids open, but you did not jump away from the pair of brown eyes that were glued on your face. You smiled softly, and Eddie wondered if you were actually awake. Your fingers twitched up and you wrapped a digit around a dark curl, tugging on it lightly.

He swallowed roughly. “Are you awake?”

“Mhm.” You said hoarsely, eyes still blinking sleepily. Your nosed almost touched by the tips, just barely, and he gulped at how…how intimate this felt.

Maybe it was the fact you were extremely tired, but you couldn’t help but stare at him, just like he was doing with you. Maybe it even made you feel confident. You had the urge to look at his lips. Eddie’s heart started to race, feeling guilty for looking at you with such longing, but he couldn’t look away. Your faces melted away with the comfort you had just felt, morphing into…nervousness and…lust.

He took his hand off your back, gulping as he tried to pull away. “Don’t.” You said meekly, making his eyes widen.

“Don’t?” His voice was unsure.

You blinked nervously, licking your lips. “I like..I-I like when you hold me.”

His heart dropped to his toes, face burning red. His eyes scanned yours, switching back and forth. “You do?”

You nodded.

Staring at his hand in mid air, he slowly, slowly placed his hand back to the plates of your shoulder blades, your knees pressing together. “Like this?” He kept looking at your nose, not being able to hold your stare.

“Yeah.” You whispered. “Yeah, like that.”

He was so pretty. You could stare at him forever. During hellfire meetings you always got caught in daydreams just watching him sit in his throne. At school you got caught multiple times by teachers just ogling him. Your heart would swell ten times larger at his wide smile, the way his shoulders would brush against yours in the cafeteria line. You wished so many times to hold his hand, to build up enough courage.

But you could never be more than friends. It just wouldn’t work. You were too awkward to pursue such a thing, and Eddie- well, there was no way he felt the same way. Did he? If you were honest with yourself, some unconscious part of yourself knew. It was just too obvious, but you were in denial.

It was painful how much you loved him, and it pained you that it couldn’t be anything more.

“Hey,” He noticed the pull down of your lips, eyes misting over your irises, and his eyes narrowed. “What’s wrong?”

Had you had a nightmare?

You shook your head and looked down embarrassed. “Nothing.”

He saw a single tear fall past your lid, and he looked at you unsurely. “Y/n,” He dipped his head down to level with you.

You wanted to kiss him so bad it was making you cry.

His thumb lifted your chin and brought your shiny eyes up to his chocolate ones, flickering over your face for evidence of what was wrong. He waited for you to say something.

“It’s stupid.” You gulped bashfully, not able to hold his stare.

“Tell me.” He said gently, hand dropping to your shoulder.

All sense of nerves from him went away at the sight of your discomfort, and it was only you that was left feeling uneasy and scared. “I’m afraid of what you’ll say.” You sniffled, and his eyes narrowed slightly, lips parting.

You were terrified of loosing him. Was it worth it? To lean over and kiss him? Was just one little peck worth loosing him? Was it worth ruining what you had? It wasn’t. You had to be stronger than that.

A loud clap of thunder made you jump clean out of your skin, whimpering under your breath that made his heart shake. “Hey, hey, it’s okay.” He closed the distance and wrapped his arm back around you, pulling you close to his chest.

You buried yourself as close as you could to him, allowing yourself to shed quiet tears that he couldn’t see, though he could feel them against his bare chest. “Just a storm.”

Storms didn’t even scare you, but tonight you were extremely worked up. The feeling of your soft breath warmed his pale skin, and your fingers lightly traced the shape of the tattoo on his chest. His chin laid against your shoulder, hand against the back of your hair and stroking your locks comfortingly. Soft rain hit the tin rough, calming your anxieties and allowing you to relax against him.

And as more seconds melted away, the more aware you were of the position you were in. You stiffened slightly in his arms and he felt it, making him aware of the close proximity. Your eyes locked, pulling away ever so slowly, audibly gulps and nervous licks of the lips, fingers freezing on bare skin. Your breath started to come out in pants.

Wayne’s words started to run through his head, like a loud alarm that he couldn’t turn off.

“I’m afraid of what you’ll say, too.” He whispered, words soft against your ears as he blinked across from your, his eyes still slightly red from his previous high.

“What do you mean?” You squinted in the dark.

He took a breath. “What I’m thinking about.” It came out in mumbles, twirling the fabric of your shirt between his middle and index fingers.

You looked down at your fingers that rested just below his hipbone, picking at your skin nervously. He could feel your knuckles barely ghost over his navel. Years and years of silence was what you both held, a heavy secret that weighed greatly on your shoulders.

“I’ll tell you if you’ll tell me.” Eddie cleared his throat, the words coming out despite really wanting to be spoken or not.

Your eyes widened slightly, peeking up at him, the tips of your noses touching, your hips against his own. “I- okay.” You stuttered.

A single minute passed. You staring at him, and him staring at you, hearts in your throats and stomachs bubbling with nerves. Eddie thought he was going to pass out, and he had the urge to get up and run away in the thundering rain. As much as he wanted to kiss your lips, he was too afraid, so he did the only thing he could think of.

He took his hand from your shoulder blades, bringing it between the two of you. He took his index and middle finger and pressed them to his lips, puckering just ever so slightly. Keeping his eyes on you, he placed them on yours, making your breath hitch in your throat. He kept them there for just a few seconds before sliding them down your chin and to your neck.

“Was- uh, was that okay?” He said breathlessly, staring at his ringed fingers against your neck.

“Yeah.” You nodded, gulping audibly, heart pounding in your ears. You wanted to burst into tears, honestly. You weren’t sure what you had planned to do, but you found yourself pulling back up his hand, placing the fingers back to your lips. You kept eye contact, placing a soft, delicate kiss to the tips. His lips parted, and you opened your mouth very subtle, your teeth grazing his callused pads. “Is this okay?” You blinked hazily.

He nodded quicker than you had. “Uh- yeah.”

The movements of your lips came to abrupt, and you choked on a breath. The room filled with a tension that you had not met before.

Sexual tension.

His thumb went to your jaw, and through some will of his own, he pushed his middle finger into your mouth, and he gasped when the tip hit your tongue, making you stifle out a moan.

Your eyes both tripled in size, face burning immediately red. Oh, god. He felt his cock harden underneath his sweatpants, and he began to panic slightly, knowing damn well you could feel it against your thigh. And then it was like you’d both been switched on with frenzy.

Eddie couldn’t help it. He pressed his soft, thick lips against your own. The desire was too strong. It was no where near as…messy and sloppy as he imagined. He didn’t have enough courage for that. It was just a hard, forceful peck that made your noses scrunch together, your body pushing back slightly at his weight.

You gasped when he pulled away, eyes blinking rapidly and lustfully. Your stomach tightened at his taste, and you reached up, as he was know slightly above you, and pulled him back atop of you. Your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, and his forehead collided with yours as your lips attached once again. It was more forceful, needy this time, and he rolled you both over so he could tower of you. His curls hung above your cheekbones, settling his legs between your thighs. His hands cupped your cheeks, and it was like you both sucked the soul out of one another.

Lips nipped and bit, tongues licked and danced. Your teeth cracked together. You were whining into the kiss because it just felt so good.

“Oh, god,” He groaned into your mouth, tilting your chin up to kiss you deeper. You were eating each other alive. “I love you so much. Fuck- fuck, I love you, baby.”

You nodded against him, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Oh, I- Eddie, I love you.” You pushed your pelvic bone against his cock, whimpering at the euphoric feeling against your virgin body. “I love you. I love you.”

Breath was hot against your faces, and before you could make any further moves, the sound of Wayne’s alarm blared from the living room, making you both still immediately. You both gasped and pulled away, looking at each other with wide eyes. It was like you’d been dunked with cold water, and you blushed three million shades deeper than your pale complexion.

Eddie strained his ears, listening as he heard the sound of his uncle’s boots against the floor. Boy, he knew his uncle would be proud. He swallowed, looking down at you in a slight panic, adrenaline coursing through his body.

You took your legs off of him, fixing your hair away from your face. You sniffled up at him. He wanted to back away and cower now that he had lost his momentum, but he wouldn’t allow it, and he didn’t want you to go back into your shell. He leaned back down and gave you a silent peck, pressing you back into the pillow, hand gripping your waist. “Y/n,” He pulled away in a whisper, looking at you through his lashes, forehead pressed against your own. “I..I do. I love you.”

You nodded, leaning up to kiss him again. You pushed your tongue into his mouth, making him groan and send vibrations into your lips. “I love you more.”

[sweet-villain]

Lies~4~Eddie Munson 

Part 4

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Author's Note : Next Part will be three parts, reader will make a choice

You couldn't bare to look at him at the moment feeling his eyes on you as your eyes roamed the movies you wanted to watch, biting your bottom lip. Robin eyes you then her eyes fall on Steve who is looking at you with his hand supporting his head on the counter.

She makes her way to Steve and nudges his shoulder.

" Go" she mouths to him. He shakes his head like it's the last thing he wants. You two kissed and the next morning, you rushed out of his house barely putting your pants on.

But you also kissed Eddie, you felt like Steve should know but you can't bring yourself up to tell him. Your heart races seeing Steve making his way over to you.

" Hey" Steve greets you with his arm on one of the shelf.

" Hey" you took one of the movies in your hand turning it over to look at the back when he mutters out, " So are we going to talk about it?"

"I kissed Eddie" Steve's eyes blink a couple of times as his lips form in an "o." His eyes look like you lost him as he holds a finger up. Your heart races feeling the worst.

" When?" he simply asks.

" The same day we kissed" Steve's mouth forms a thin line as he turns around walking away from you. His own heart sinks to his stomach as he rushes to the back. He needs to take a breather.

" What just happened?" Robin asks.

" I think I just lost Steve" you put the movie back on the shelf and point to the door. " I need to go" she opens her mouth to say something but she closes, sadly nods.

Robin walks to the back where Steve is sitting on the chair with his hands on his knees and his head hanging with his eyes closed.

" Steve?" she calls out to him. He opens his eyes but doesn't look at her. He can't right now. He can't grasp that you kissed Eddie the same day you had kissed him. Were you playing a game with him? He really thought you'd be over with Eddie by now.

" She kissed him..." he mumbles, shaking his head as he ran a hand through his hair. " She kissed him, she kissed him. Time after time he hurts her and yet she crawls back to Munson!" He takes off his vest and puts it into a ball as he throws it on the ground in anger.

" Fuck!" he yells.

-

As you drive up to your house, you see the familiar figure with the mop of curls, the leather jacket and those brown doe eyes as they lock with yours when you gotten out of the car.

What was he doing here? You noticed the bag of weed in his hand as he stood up from the steps of your house. You must of dropped it when you had that moment with him.

You locked the car as you made your way over to him standing a few feet away.

" What are you doing here?" He shakes the bag of weed in his hand.

" You dropped this" he says as he throws the bag at you and you catch it. " Thanks"

Your feet hit the steps as you made your way over to your door passing him. The hint of weed, his shampoo and there was something else too. It was his scent.

You threw the door opened hearing it creak a bit as you stepped inside. You hesitate with your hand on the door, " Do you wanna come in?" you asked him. Why did you ask him that? You questioned yourself as you palm faced yourself in your head.

" Okay" he says as he follows you inside looking around.

" Parents are on vacation trip" you tell him dropping the bag of weed by the steps and sliding off your shoes. Eddie follows you and he follows as you walk down the hallway into the kitchen.

" Do you want anything to drink or eat?"

" No" he says as he leans against the counter with his back watching you move around the kitchen to put away some things you left out earlier.

" Did the kiss mean anything to you?" you paused as you put away the cereal looking at the box in your hands.

" Maybe it did, maybe it didn't. Was loving Chrissy worth it?"

" What?" he asks you in disbelief.

" Look, I don't want to get my hopes up, thinking that we'll ever be together someday..."he frowns but leans off the counter as he moves towards you. He takes the cereal box from you and puts it on the counter as he takes your hand in his bringing it up to his lips as he places a kiss there.

" C'mere, let me hold you" he opens his arms and you walk into his arms, wrapping your arms around his as he kisses the crown of your head, holding you there.

You felt safe.

_

Eddie has left hours ago, he stayed holding you for what felt like hours before he had to go to practice. You were too busy in your thoughts when a banging on your door made you jump, holding a hand to your heart.

More banging. Someone was impatient as you headed downstairs to the door. You threw it opened to come face to face with Steve.

" Yes?" you asked, he brushed past you into your living room as he paced it.

" Not that I'm not happy to see you, Steve but what's going on?" he lets go off his hair and stops pacing as he looks down at the ground. At the carpet floor.

" You're playing me like a fool L/N" he looks up at you and the look he is giving you sends a shiver down your spine. His eyes are darker than they were and small pieces of strands fall in front of his forehead.

" What?" you asked making your way into the living room. His hands on his hips as he nods.

" You're kissing Munson and myself at the same day, which game are you playing? Break Steve's heart or break your own all over again? Are you really that desperate for attention?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted seeing your face falls. Your fist are by your side as you stare coldly at him.

" How dare you?" He winced at your tone.

" Look Y/N...I'm sorry but-"he starts to say but you don't let him finish.

" Fuck you!" Steve sighs and he can't help himself as he makes his way over to you. " Leave" you spat at him, but he doesn't as he grabs a hold of your wrist and tugs you close. His nose brushes against yours.

" No" he brushes his lips against yours, letting you move away if you didn't want this and when you don't move away, he does pulling away. Your eyes grow wide seeing the smirk on his face.

" You can't have both world Y/N. Either you keep getting your heart broken by Munson or you get to be with me, might I add you're the best thing that happened to me...I hope you'll make the right choice.."

-

Author's Note: The reader will have three choices for the last chapter, I will post them separately.

[sdmn-edits]

Zerkaa Imagine: Cheater (Part #3 - this is the last and saddest part)

Summary: Josh goes to the hospital and tries to find Y/N but when he finally finds her, he sees someone (with their back towards him) he doesn’t recognize sat beside what he thinks to be Y/N. Simon finds Josh stood outside, crying. Simon goes inside and sees there isn’t anyone there next to Y/N. 

Warnings: this is sad and i am in no way trying to make this triggering for anything so please do not read if easily triggered by things like this.. THIS IS THE SADDEST PART!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Requested: nope

Rating: 14+ (Swearing & Deals With Serious Issues - this is for the whole of the series)

A/N: I am aware Josh has got a real girlfriend irl but this is just for fun. (Her name is Freya and I think she is stunning btw). If you ever feel like Y/N is portrayed in this series, please get help, even if it’s just talking to your best friend or whatever, please it’ll make you feel better. I know it’s hard but we can get through this. I am ALWAYS here for ANY OF MY FOLLOWERS, if they need someone to:

Talk to

Rant to

Get Advise from

Ask questions

Make them feel good about themselves

Make them smile

Anyways, I hope you enjoy the last part of this series :).

~Beth <3

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|~|~|~| Josh’s P.O.V |~|~|~|

I ran out the door as quick as I could, tears running down my eyes. A million thoughts ran through my head. I couldn’t think straight.

/-/-/ Time Skip /-/-/

I finally arrived at the hospital, I was running up and down each of the wards, steps until I saw her, with. Who the fuck was that?! Has she cheated on me?! You thought to yourself. But before I could do anything to get rid of the hooded figure. My body was not under my control anymore. My instinct was to run. To run like a gazelle, fleeing from the unpleasant sign of a lion. and not looking back. But still I couldn’t move. I was paralyzed in that moment. Suddenly, my fear got to me. I ran. I ran as fast as I could out of the hospital. I sat down at the side of the entrance of the hospital, crying. Crying like I have never cried before. Just then, I felt a presence above me. I looked up to see my blue-eyed best friend. “Hey, it’s okay Josh, I’m not here to lecture you, I’ve just come to see her just as much as you.” Simon said quietly. 

“I saw someone Simon! I saw someone sat with her!” You exclaimed.

“Are you sure? Her family visited this morning? You don’t think..” Simon suggested. “She cheated on you? After all the time she thought you cheated on her but it was the other way round? It doesn’t sound very much like Y/N?” Simon said.

“I don’t know and I don’t want to go see her now!” You shout.

“Did you see what this person looked like?” Simon asked.

“No..but...” I respond.

“I’ll go look now, you stay here, I’ll be back in a minute, which ward is she on and which room?.” Simon asked.

“She’s on Ward 17 and in room 304″ you reply.

|~|~|~| Simon’s P.O.V |~|~|~|

I start jogging towards the reception area. “Excuse me, which is the quickest route to Ward 17?” you ask.

“Just up the stairs and to your left.” the receptionist replies.

“Thanks.” you said running towards the stairs.

I finally reached the ward, now looking for the room. Glancing at each room as you pass ‘299′ ‘300′ 301′ ‘302′ ‘303′ yes finally ‘304′ I knocked on the door. “Y/N” you whisper. No response. “Y/N” you said a little louder. No response. “Y/N” you almost shouted.

“Excuse me sir?” A nurse from behind you said.

“Uh, hi, yes I’m looking for a girl called Y/N, my friend said she was in here.” You respond.

“Well, I’m sorry, there is no ‘Y/N’ in this room, or this ward for that matter. There was a patient in here got discharged earlier though but her name was *Insert random name here* are you sure you’re in the right ward dear?” she said.

I ran out of the ward’s doors, down the stairs and ran towards the exit where Josh previously was.

|~|~|~| Josh’s P.O.V |~|~|~|

I opened my phone to see:

10 Missed Calls: Sarah

47 Texts: Sarah

Wait, why would Sarah call me? You thought to yourself. You rang her, she picked up almost instantly:

“Hello?” you asked.

“JOSH I’VE BEEN TRYING TO CALL YOU ALL AFTERNOON!!! WHERE WERE YOU?!!!” Sarah screamed down the phone, it sounded like she had been crying.

“I was with Simon, he was, um let’s say giving me a lecture.” you responded quietly.

“HAVE YOU NOT READ OR HEARD ANY OF MY MESSAGES?!!!” She screamed.

“NO?! WHAT’S GOING ON SARAH?!” you practically shouted back. Just then you felt a tug on your shoulder. It was Simon. “One sec Sarah, Simon’s here.” you said. “What is it Simon? Did you see who it is?” you asked.

“Y/N wasn’t where you said she was. In fact, she wasn’t in this single fucking hospital” he said out of breath.

“What?! You chocked. You returned to your phone.

“Sarah, where is..” You were cut of by the answer you never thought you’d hear.

“Dead!” Sarah cried out. “I’ve been ringing and..” She was cut of by me ending the call. The word ringed in my eyes. I swallowed slowly. “She’s dead Simon.” I burst out crying. “It’s all my fault, I should have said ‘yes’ for the date she had planned and none of this would have happened.”

/-/-/ 1 Year Later /-/-/

*Standing at Y/N’s grave*

“You were the love of my life and I will never forget you. I love you so much, but I should have showed you more. I wish everything can go back the way it once was, where we used to laugh at Tobi’s puns, Simon’s diss tracks, JJ’s attempts at being a goal keeper, Ethan’s laugh, Vik’s mad football skills, Harry’s insane crossbar challenges and most of all, being with me through thick and thin. I love you Y/N. But I wish I had said it sooner” You walked away from her grave, not willing to look back. It was time to move on.

/-/-/ Final Note From Me /-/-/

Hi, this will be probably the only sad/depressing/triggering imagine series I will ever do because it’s not a nice thing to deal with. I hope you liked this series. Let me know what y'all think? Who should I do next?

~Beth <3

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[rainylana]

“You’re a good boy.”

Eddie Munson x female reader

summary: eddie wants to help. he’s tried to help. you won’t let him. long story short you fuck on a picnic table.

warnings: okay so writing this just felt dark to me. abuse, physically and verbally, reader is brainwashed and delusional honestly, also described with a southern, squeaky voice, language, smut, sir kink, spanking, reader wants eddie to hurt her but he doesn’t feel good about it, public sex, sex on a picnic table, v quick orgasms (i’ll die on the hill that eddie doesn’t last long) drinking, cheating ( reader’s boyfriend is an asshole so it’s okay), slight manipulation on behalf of the reader, reader doesn’t know the different between love and pain. i feel like eddie has a different vibe to him here, but i wrote him that way purposely as the storyline is dark. let me know what you thought of this! i like the way it turned out.

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Eddie and Wayne sat on the shared picnic table of the trailer park, centered around a fire pit with empty beer cans and cigarette butts decorated around it. They spent a lot of time there, as did the other residents in the late night hours. It was a place where him and his uncle could catch up, shoot the shit and do what uncles and nephews did these days. There really wasn’t much of that going on tonight though. Eddie had a stressed, pensive look on his face, elbows resting on his bouncing knees and rings scraping together from shaking hands. His eyes were narrowed and his brows were creased, lips in a tight line and ears straining to hear.

Wayne was leaning his back against the table top, glancing between his nephew and your trailer that was only fifty some feet away from them. He’d occasionally pat Eddie’s back when he’d tense up from another yell or scream, debating whether or not to try and convince him to just go inside and go to sleep. He knew he wouldn’t listen, anyways. Wayne sighed tiredly at the sound of something being thrown. He hoped tonight wouldn’t be a night were he’d have to call the police again, not that it ever really did much.

You had a reputation, and not a very good one. Your boyfriend, who you lived with, was an absolute shit head who treaded you like dirt underneath his shoes. And the worst part? You let it happen. No matter how many times Wayne called the police or Eddie tried begging you to leave him, you wouldn’t. You never really shared why, but you didn’t think it was anyone’s business, anyways. It was your relationship.

You’d been there for almost five years now, and it was like this almost every other night. Nights when there was no yelling was when everyone got concerned. It wasn’t just Eddie and Wayne. No, everyone was concerned for your safety. There were times where the whole trailer park tried to have an intervention when he’d beaten you up too badly, thrown you outside the door and kicked you against the gravel. Your boyfriend had spent the night in jail that night, the women of the trailer park took care of you, and Eddie visited your window around two am.

But nothing anyone ever said or did was good enough. You made it clear that you weren’t leaving, that he loved you in his own way, and that you loved him. You liked the way he treated you. It was hard for Eddie to understand why you stayed and Wayne knew this, so he tried to help him better understand. They could only do so much to help you, especially when you didn’t want help to begin with. Wayne wasn’t sure why Eddie was so invested with you. Maybe it was just the sole fact that what was happening was wrong and he wanted to help a lady in trouble, sure. He’d given that thought. That’s how mostly everyone saw it. But he knew it was something more for Eddie.

Maybe he saw himself in you. Maybe he had a crush on you. Who knows. But Wayne worried that he was going to invest himself too much in your safety. As much as he knew what was happening was wrong, that it needed to stop and your boyfriend needed to locked away, he didn’t want his nephew to get hurt.

Eddie was biting at his nails hazardously to the point Wayne could see blood crusted around his thumb. It was a nice night out for the most part. The air was crisp and the sky was clear, full of stars and crickets, screams and shouts in the background. They both jumped when your boyfriend stormed. He slammed open the door and tumbled down the steps, barely holding himself up with a beer bottle clutched tightly in his grasp.

“You clean that shit off your face, you hear me!” He slurred, stumbling back and forth with sweat rolling down his face.

“Go fuck your self!” You screamed, bracing yourself against the doorframe and holding it tightly, then stretching out your arm to give him the finger.

Eddie flinched when he threw down the bottle, his whole body on edge incase he needed to step in. Wayne placed a hand on his shoulder blades.

“Bitch.” He sneered, giving the two men a nasty glare before he he stumbled off down the gravel road and off to god knows where. You stumbled down the steps yourself, not having seen the men yet, and glared off in his distance as you crossed your arms. They couldn’t tell if you were drunk or not.

“Y/n?” Wayne took action, clearing his throat.

You spun around and swallowed, cocking your head and letting out a breathy smile. “Hi, boys.” You politely waved at them.

“Everything okay?” He noticed your disheveled state. “Need anything?”

You chuckled quietly and shook your head, wiping a tear track away. “No need to worry bout me, Wayne. Imma’ big girl.”

Eddie looked like a little boy. He sat there silently and stared at you with big eyes. Wayne nodded and looked at his nephew. “You let me know if you need something, k?” He spoke to both you and Eddie, getting a nod from the younger man as he watched his uncle walk back to their trailer.

“Not gonna talk to me, Eddie?” Your voice was small and meek, questioning and bubbly all at once.

Eddie blinked at your outfit, scanning you up and down, then the make up on your face. “What is all that?”

You smiled wildly and held out your arms. “In it’ pretty? I wanna be like all the girls on the tv! I’m gonna be an actress!” You skipped over and settled beside Eddie, bumping shoulders and taking his hand in yours, giving it friendly squeezes.

“Was that what that was all about?” He raised a brow, eyes glued to the glitter you had on your eyes and cheekbones. You were a fascinating person. Despite the situation you lived in, you were oddly….happy? No, happy didn’t seem like the right word. No, you were brainwashed was how Eddie saw it. You wore a red, short dress that had black gems across the bottom. It looked like something from the 20’s, and your hair was let down your back freely with wild and bright makeup on your face, tear tracks and all.

Your face was always shiny. No matter when he saw you, your face always had old tears on your cheeks, etched into your makeup. It was just apart of you. You were always so shiny.

“Just don’t want me to leave him, is all.” You shrugged your shoulder. You wouldn’t leave anyways. “Do you like my dress?”

He swallowed and nodded, giving you another once over, your hand still holding his tightly. You made him extremely confused. You were so optimistic and falsely happy. You flirted with him all the time and even kissed him on multiple occasions. He never stopped you. No, he was practically head over heals for you and he didn’t know why. All he knew was that he wanted to keep you safe and away from him, but Wayne was right, they could only do so much, especially when you didn’t want help.

Wayne told him over and over that the best thing he could do was be there for you, to be a friend and someone to lean on in the midst of everything, so he tried his best to do so.

“You’re quiet tonight.” You placed your arm on his chest and traced the muscles underneath his shirt, batting your lashes at him.

He stared at you then flickered down at your lips. “Jus’ thinkin.”

“Bout?”

“You’ll get mad.” He looked at the ground for a brief minute, knowing you did no like being pestered about your relationship.

You sighed, knowing that was what he was thinking about, and grumbled, leaning over to place your head against his chest. “Stop it, Eds. Worry too much.”

He loved your voice. It was almost squeaky, dripping in a southern accent and he loved how you pronounced his name. It was high pitched and downright adorable.

This was a routine that Eddie knew well too much. He could sit there and berate you for staying, do the same thing everyone else did, but that would do no good. It was an old song that you didn’t sing along to anymore and had no desire to hear. Be a friend.

“So, an actress, huh?”

You looked at him and beamed with a wide smile. “Mhm!” You hummed through your pearly teeth. “Think I can be a star, Eddie?”

“I think you could be anything you want to be, y/n.” He rested his elbow on the picnic table, letting go of your hand to sat behind your back where you leaned.

“I haven’t been to the movies in so long.” You sighed, twirling your fingers and looking up to the starlight sky. “Don’t even member’ last time I went. He won’t take me no more.”

You turned your face to the side and he could see the faded purple of an old black eye. He swallowed hard before he glanced down at your thigh brushing against his rough jeans. “I would take you, but I know you wouldn’t go.”

You smiled sweetly and picked your bare feet off the ground, bringing your knees to your chest. “Maybe we could keep it a secret! We don’t gotta tell know one, Eddie.” You looked at him with big, full eyes that made him nod.

“Yeah, maybe.”

You breathed whimsically and curled into him, causing him to stiffen awkwardly. Wayne warned him about getting too friendly with you, but he didn’t seem to care too much.

“You’re so good to me.” You yawned quietly, turning to lay your head in his lap. He gulped and held his hands awkwardly in the air before you grabbed his ringed palm and brought it down to rest against your belly. “Always wantin’ to take care of me.”

He stared down at you as you got sleepier. Your eyes grew heavy and you closed them with soft fluttered, fingers wrapped around his wrist. He brought up his other hand to brush away some loose hair, lightly tracing the fading bruise around your eye. It wasn’t fair that you stayed with him. You could have anyone you wanted to. You could have him. You were so beautiful and sweet. Why did you stay there with him? It just wasn’t right. Through no fault of your own, you were sick in the head.

He seen your lip twitch as he traced the bruise, ghosting it lightly. He sighed heavily with creased brows. “I wish you wouldn’t let him treat you this way.”

You opened your eyes and cocked your head. “Like how?”

“You know how.” He gestured toward the bruise.

You shrugged your shoulder with a light smile, leaning up on your elbows. “Just how he loves me, Eddie. He’s good to me in his own way.”

“Oh, yeah? Like how?” He couldn’t help the malice that came through. “All he does is beat on you, y/n.”

“He doesn’t!” You snapped, your voice cracking through your thick accent, raising up off his lap. You angrily crossed your arms and huffed, looking away from him. “He loves me, Eddie! You don’t know what being in love is like!”

“I know it’s not that!” He pointed to your bruise.

“Or this.” He picked up your wrist and flipped it, pointing to the finger prints from being gripped too tightly.

“Stop it!” You yanked your arm away from him and let out a cry, scooting away from him.

Emotions had come out too quickly, too suddenly, and now Eddie was left with a hole in his heart that felt guilty for making you upset. But damnit, he was upset. You controlled his every thought. He couldn’t focus in school or work, during his campaigns or band rehearsal. He could only think about you and it was driving him crazy. And frankly, it was pissing him off.

“Sorry.” He swallowed, slouching slightly in his posture. He gave you a sideways look at the sound of your sniffle. You were crying again.

“Why do you care so much?” You allowed yourself to say.

Why did he care so much? He didn’t know.

“I don’t know.” He answered honestly, staring down at the exposure of your thighs. “I just know that…that you deserve so much better than him, and I don’t like seeing you hurt. Is that too difficult to understand?”

You turned to look at him, and he swallowed uncomfortably at your tear struck face, eyes sinking a little. He wanted to reach out and wipe them away. “Everyone says that.” You answered thickly, voice small and weak. “But you’re the only one who really means it. I know how much you want me to leave him.”

He only nodded, afraid of what he would say if he chose to spoke. You shocked him when you placed a small kiss on his lips, just a little peck, and cupped his cheek with your palm. He gave you a lovestruck look before you climbed into his lap, reconnecting your lips in a tangle of desperation and passion. You held his face and he folded his long arms around your back. You shamelessly grinded on his lap, making him groan in your mouth before he bucked his hips up between your legs.

“Does it- does it make you- mad that I stay?” You spoke between kisses, tongues lapping and licking teeth.

“Yes.” He groaned, moving down to your neck to suckle the skin. His dick was hard against your thigh. “You piss me off.”

You whimpered and tilted your eyes up to the stars. You reached around to grab his hand, placing it on your mound and rubbing yourself against his palm. “I’m sorry.” You cried, more tears slipping past your lids.

He came back up to your lips, holding your cheek with his free palm as he kept his other cupped on your cunt. You groaned at the feeling of his hand on your face. “Eddie,” You panted. “Want you to hit me.”

His brows furrowed. You kept his hand on your cheek. He pulled away with a look. “What?”

“Please.” You begged in tears, looking at him with such a look that it nearly made him crumble. “Hurt me. I’ve made you mad. I don’t want you to be mad at me, Eddie.”

“I’m not mad.” He denied quickly, pulling his hand from your cunt to rest against your thigh.

“Please,” You whimpered, pressing your nose against his. “I want to feel your hands. I need to feel something, please- please hit me, Eddie. Hurt me.” Your breath came out in pants that caused the blood to rush to his cock, and you placed your hand on the bulge underneath you that caused him to gasp shortly, gripping the picnic table he sat on.

“Fuck.” He groaned, eyes fluttering closed. “Fuck, y/n…we…he might,”

“He’s not coming back anytime soon.” You answered softly, fingers trailing the tent in his pants. Your eyes were shining with tears while his looks straight up guilty and in love. You were manipulating him with your power that you held, but he didn’t care. He moaned lightly when you squeezed him.

“You don’t deserve to be hit.” The veins in his arms poked out from the chill in the night, his Megadeth shirt clinging to his muscles.

“Maybe not.” You said hoarsely, the hazy glow of the street light above you making the purple glitter on your cheeks sparkle, the red lipstick you wore smudged from his full lips. “But I want to. Not by him. By you. Please, Eddie. Make me feel something. I can’t feel anymore. Help me feel, Eddie.”

You both were moaning through your words when you started arching your back and pressing your cunt into his jeans, your nails digging into his back. “How?” He said thickly, his lips parting. “How do..here?” He grabbed your hand and placed it on your cheek, his heart racing.

You shook your head. “No.”

He looked down at your breasts, closing his eyes for a brief second before he pulled your hand down to your pussy. “Here?”

You stifled a moan at the contact, but shook your head again. He grew confused and you pressed your chest against him, holding him, and you dragged his hand around your waist to place his hand on the curve of your ass, the angle barely keeping it covered. “Here.” You whispered into his ear.

He raised a brow and squeezed the flesh of your ass, his stomach doing cartwheels when you whined. “Here? Want me to hit you here?”

You nodded this time. “Yes, sir.”

He still didn’t feel good about it, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to. The girl he was hopelessly ogling over was grinding herself on him, leaving sloppy trails down his neck and asking him to spank her. It may have been wrong. No, it was wrong. But if it was really what you wanted, then so be it.

“Bend over.”

You obliged quickly, maneuvering yourself off of him so you could lower yourself down to his lap, your ass resting on his thighs. Eddie gave a scan around him. Nobody was out, but that didn’t mean his uncle wayne wouldn’t be coming back out to smoke or check on him.

He looked back down to you and kept in a filthy moan at the sight, and he crumbled even further when you reached around to pull your dress up, revealing your white cotton underwear. He gulped nervously, resting a hand on your thigh. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes, sir.” You said bashfully, resting your cheek on the moldy wood. “Make me cry, Eddie. Be mean to me.”

Sir was sending him over the edge. “Okay.” He muttered. “Just..just tell me if you want me to stop, alright?” He waited for you to nod.

He rested his hand on the curvature of your panties, painfully hard, and took a breath before he lifted his hand and brought it down on your bottom. You said nothing, and his immediately went to your face to see if you were okay. He slapped it down again, the same cheek and the same speed. You said nothing again, your eyes a hazy glow under the light.

He smacked you a little hard on the third and fourth hit, and he noticed how your lips twitched a bit, making him twitch in his pants. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, sir.” Your face was growing red. “But I…I want you to hit me harder. You’re not being mean enough.”

His lips parted as a hesitant look crossed his features, and he nervously looked around to see if any spectators were out. He did not want to traumatize his uncle.

He surprised you, and himself, with a sharp, full handed blow that made you squeal that time. His eyes widened in concern, but your moan calmed him. “Yeah. Like that.” You panted, and he swallowed roughly. He was going to give you what you wanted.

He took down your panties until they rested at your ankles, and you kicked them off without care. He scooted out to the edge of the seat so he could lift your backside higher up on his thigh, your feet touching the ground now. Your heart started to race. “Comfortable?” His voice surprising came out dominating, and you nodded meekly.

“Cat got your tongue?” He wanted to hear sir again.

You blushed, licking your lips as you felt your pussy throb for him. “Yes, sir. I’m comfortable.”

This was wrong. He shouldn’t be doing this. It was wrong to hurt you, even if you wanted it. He shouldn’t be treating you like some whore out in the middle of the street for shit sakes.

“How mean?” He said softly, making your eyes flutter shut. You buried your face in the wood beneath you.

“Very mean.” You answered honestly. “Sir.”

He placed his hand on the smooth skin of your bottom, just a hint of pink from his previous slaps. He wanted to see it brighter. Very mean. He lifted his hand and began slapping it down hard, alternating between each cheek in firm, heavy blows that made you gasp out surprisingly at his dedication to your cause to make you cry.

He kept his eyes glued to your face, watching the way your jaw stayed unhinged, eyes filled with tears and the way your hands gripped the wood plank beneath you. You were gasping and moaning and crying all at the same time, a look of euphoric pain and pleasure dancing in the glitter you painted on yourself. His hand was burning to the point it hurt himself, but he didn’t stop, he only switched hands, the one with the three big, chunky rings. He could only imagine how your ass felt.

Slap after slap, it burned so hotly that it scorched your skin and it felt like it was digging through the bone and would come out on the other side. Both you and Eddie were panting, and you shamelessly began rocking yourself back and forth of his thigh to get some friction. He could see your shiny arousal dripping between your thighs, and that was only ambition to spank you harder.

You let out a blubbering sob as he laid red hand prints on your ass, making sure to mark each surface of your skin. It shocked him how you weren’t squirming away. Your arms clawed at the wood and you arched your back, but you weren’t kicking your legs out in pain. You laid right there and took it all. It made his heart ache with guilt.

The pulsing ache between your legs was so strong that you reached your hand under your belly to find your clit, rubbing fast, erratic circles that just wasn’t getting the job done. Eddie groaned above you at the sight. “Can I fuck you?” He said it without care and reason, in a husky and desperate tone.

“Yes!” You sobbed, the pain in his hits starting to become too overwhelming. He stopped as soon as you said it, and you gasped when he gripped your forearms and spun you around to bend you over the picnic table. You groaned out as the wood cut into your skin, but you didn’t care. Eddie hurriedly unbuckled his belt and shoved his jeans and boxers just bellow his hips, aligning his hard, thick cock at your entrance and thrusting himself in. You both simultaneously moaned out in relief at the feeling, his chest against your back as his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you up off the table by a few inches.

He thrusted hard into you that made you choke on your breath, eyes blurred with tears as the glitter melted down your neck from tear tracks. His cock abused your g spot and you pulsed and swelled around him, his breath hot in your head and dark curls tickling your neck. It was completely disgusting the way he was fucking you, rough and desperate with pornographic and filthy moans both shamefully leaving you. It wouldn’t have been a shocker if everyone heard what was going on.

Eddie groaned when he shot his load into you with one final, sharp and deep thrust of his hips, his stomach clenching and knees buckling against the sides of yours. You sang out in moans and whimpers as you clenched around him, the breath taken from your lungs as you reached out to grip the edge of the table, nails practically chipping. You both rested there for a minute in sweat and tears before he dragged himself out of your sore cunt.

He plopped himself down on the seat, panting heavily as you— decided not to sit, and he tucked himself back into his jeans, leaving his belt unbuckled. You turned your neck and lifted your dress to see the redness of your skin, some parts purple and bruised. Eddie looked over and saw you, going up to your eyes and widening slightly to see your reaction. All you did was smile and pick up your panties, leaning down to pat him on the cheek. “Thanks, Eddie.” You said gratefully.

“You’re a good boy.”

He watched you turn on your heal and walk with shaky legs back to the travel, gravel digging in to your bare feet. You never seemed to have shoes on. Guilt started to eat him alive, and his face etched in confusion and sorrow. Despite the mind blowing orgasm he had, right now, he did not feel good.

[rainylana]

LOTR premiere with hellfire headcanons

Eddie Munson x female reader

summary: eddie and hellfire loose their shit over the new lord of the rings movie:)

requested by @itiscj

warnings: ultimate fluff and very slight language, reader is described with blonde hair! also lotr characters and scenes mentioned. that’s it!

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• When it was released that the ever famous trilogy of Tolkiens ‘Lord of the Rings’ would be turning into a motion picture, never in your life had you seen Eddie, or all of hellfire, so excited. No, excited didn’t cover it. They cried. Legitimately cried when they heard the news.

• It was an entire year before the movie actually premiered, and during that year, it was all he ever talked about. He tried not to talk your ear off about it, but when Dustin and Mike came over, he wasn’t able to help himself. They talked about what they hoped would be included in the film, what they hoped would be left out. And when they found out Ian Mckellen was playing Gandalf….you had to leave the trailer for the night because it had flooded with tears.

• So instead of hellfire nights, they dedicated their time to rereading the trilogy, along with ‘The Hobbit’ and having very detailed discussions and arguments.

• “Eddie, I love you, honey. And I know you’re excited, but shit, can’t we talk about something else?”

“Oh. Y-yeah, sorry, sweetheart. I’ve been doing that a lot lately, huh?”

• They made their own costumes of their favorite characters for premiere night. Eddie was Aragorn, of course. He’d found armor at a second hand store and a sword to go with it. It was plastic and cheap, of course, but it got the job done. He had dusty, torn boots that matched the description of Aragorns in the book, and he kept his hair pulled back slightly.

• You weren’t exactly as big of a fan as he was, but you had to admit that you were excited to see the movie adaptation, so Eddie was able to convince you to go as Legolas since you had the blonde hair for it. You were able to borrow a few of Wayne’s hunting arrows to put on your back, and Nancy braided a strand to lay against your temple.

• Dustin went as Frodo💀

• You stood in line outside the theater for two hours waiting to get inside. You sat on the concrete sidewalk with your head against Eddie’s knee while everyone else stood.

• And oh, my gosh- when the movie started with Galadriel’s narration about the nine rings, Eddie had gripped your hand so tight you squealed in your seat. The theater was crowded with nerds so it wasn’t just them who were screaming and shouting.

• OH! when Gandalf was defeated by the Balrog, Eddie was sobbing💀

• You had to admit, though, it was pretty amazing to see the boy’s finally get to watch the movie, and it had been amazing. You know how special those books were to Eddie, how much they meant to him. Even Wayne knew how big of a deal this was.

• His favorite part was definitely when Boromir had been killed by the Urak-hai pack. And when Aragorn had kissed his forehead when he passed, you felt him squeeze your hand tighter.

• When it was over, you flinched when they all jumped up, clapping and cheering. There wasn’t a dry eye in the audience.

[sweet-villain]

Lies~5~You Choose Eddie 

Part 4

Author's Note : This is just one out of three choices, two more are coming. This can be read as stand alone if you want it to be

Author's Note : Don't want to choose Eddie? Here's Steve

Choose You

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" It's always a losing game with you, isn't it?" Steve asks as he leans against his BMW. You had called him to come over that you needed to talk to him and right as he got out of his car and by the look on your face, he knew.

" I'm sorry, Steve. I am. But I don't love you like you love me" you shake your head. He looks out to the other houses with his hands in his jacket pockets feeling the tears coming.

" I can't believe you're choosing him over me" he chuckled. " Munson is a lucky guy" he looks back at you. His eyes are glossy with tears. You can see his heart breaking in his eyes. He takes his hands out of his jack pockets and runs them through his mane of hair.

" I hope you'll forgive me" he sniffs as tears run down his cheeks and his breath is shaking as he tries to find his breathing. He can't believe you weren't choosing to be with him. He wanted you. He was always there for you and you took his heart and dropped it into the trash.

" You'll always be my best friend, Stevie" He laughs, as he nods with a sniffle. Friend. Best Friend. That was all he was good for in your life.

" Don't call me that" he shakes his head, " It's Steve or Harrington"

There is silence between the two of you. You can tell he's hurting a lot right now and yet he's still standing there waiting for something. He's frozen on the spot.

" I hope he makes you happy after everything he put you through" Steve says, genuinely. Steve wants you to be with happy even if he doesn't like the fact that he won't be the man to do so.

" Thank you, you're going to find someone Steve. I promise you" he shrugs.

" I don't know about that" you sigh as you pull him into a hug knowing it will be the last one for awhile. He wraps his arms around you, taking a deep breathe of your scent as it calms him down a bit as he holds you. You two stand like that for a while as his face is buried in your hair and your head is on his chest, listening to his heart beat.

He pulls away with the tears dry from his face and he looks like he's okay.

" I'll see you" he says, it's hurtful but you understand watching as he got into his car, starting it. He looks at you through the window. You place your hand on top of the glass and he does it too, he sends you a smile as you step back. You watch him drive off as you raced inside to get your jacket.

The drive to Eddie's trailer wasn't that long. Eddie hears the sound of a car driving up as he peers out the window and his eyes are glued to you as you get out of the car. His heart races watching you walk up the trailer and then he hears it. The knock. You were here.

He combs his fingers through his hair and races to the door, tripping over his feet on the way over. You hear a stumble then a quick " fuck" before the door opens and leaning over the door is Eddie.

" What was that?" you asked motioning inside. He looks back inside the trailer and scratches the side of his head.

" I tripped over my feet" you giggled and Eddie swore his heart grew 100 times bigger. " Can I come in?" you ask. He steps aside and you brush past him, the hint of cigarettes, pine and his shampoo hit your nose.

" it's been a minute since I've been here" your eyes roam over the hanging cups on the wall as your eyes settle on him. He stands there chewing on his hair as he bounces on his feet, feeling nervous.

" I still fall asleep with you on my mind and as much hurt you caused me, I will never stop loving you Eddie. Never" His breath hitched and the piece of hair he was chewing on, drops as he takes a step towards you. The jingle of his chain on his pants is the only sound you hear besides your racing heart beating against your chest.

" I'm not leaving here without you telling me how you feel. Don't bullshit me, tell me what your so scared of" you offer your hand to him, palm facing up. Eddie glances at your hand as his own reaches for it as he laces his hand with yours.

" Who said I wanted you to leave? I want you to stay" his other hand comes up cupping your face as his thumb runs over your cheek.

" I'll only stay if you talk to me" He chews on the inside of his cheek as he feels his heart racing and he's sure yours is too from the way your looking at him.

" Okay, but smile for me.. I want to see it, sweetheart" his thumb runs over your lips, you kiss it first before the smile appears on your lips. It was one of his favorite things about you.

" I care so much about you, sweetheart. I never meant to hurt you in the beginning, I was scared that once I'll give my heart to you, you'll leave and crush it in your hands. I can't lose you, you're my one and only. I was so stupid to look at Chrissy, because you deserved to be looked at like that. You deserved to be loved like that, I want it to be me. I want an us. I don't want you to choose anyone else, I won't take it. I don't want you to leave. I want to be able to love you" he kneels down on his knees as he grabs a hold of your waist, wrapping his arm around you.

Your fingers run through the mop of his curls.

" I'm never going to leave you, Eddie. I'm always going to love you, I'm scared too. But let's be scared together, let's be in love together, let's figure this out, together. It's okay to be scared, I'm here and I'm leaving you"

He perches his head on your stomach as he looks up at you with his brown doe eyes, " Promise?"

" Promise" you nod. He stands up and cups your face as kisses you pouring his love into the kiss. There were many more to come but this was the one that made you want him, more than ever.

He was yours. You were his.

-

Steve had gotten over his feelings for you and found a girl that he was more than happy to introduce you too. You were happy for him and Eddie was more than happy to go on dates with them. Corroded Coffin ended up getting a gig which lend them in the eye of a producer that was at that gig. They got big, Eddie had traveled the world, touring, with you by his side but then one night changed everything.

" Eddie" you call out to him from the back of the tour bus. He peeked over the table he was sitting at waiting for you to tell him what you wanted to tell him. You walk up to him with something in your hands, when Eddie sees what it was, his eyes get big.

" I want to see a doctor to be sure" you lay the pregnancy test on the table as you watch him. He nervously takes it in his hands reading that it's positive. He looks up at you with his brown doe eyes shining with tears.

" Oh Eddie" he flies out of his seat as he wraps his arms around you, holding you. He pulls away and his eyes get wide again.

" I'm going to be a dad!" you nod, laughing as he shoots his arms in the air and runs out of the bus looking for his bandmates, but not before he races back to you and pulls you into a kiss.

" I love you, sweetheart" he runs back out with his arms up in the air screaming that's he's going to be a dad.

" The most metal best dad in the world" you say walking out of the bus in search for him.