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GETAWAY CAR — rockstar!e.m. x f!reader

CHAPTER EIGHT: MADE YOUR MARK ON ME

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✦ summary: in which you and eddie try to navigate the aftermath of the kiss (wc: 5.8k+)

✦ warnings — angst, ANGST, FINALLY SOME DESERVED FLUFF n then angst oops, a little bit of argument but v tiny, uhmmm smut, p in v, unprotected sx (wrap it up irl), lots of praises, kinda rough. body worshipping? idk. eddie and p are an old married couple, drinking, smoking/weed, thats it i think.

✦ pairings — rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader, past billy hargrove x fem!reader

✦ authors note — @andvys my angel thank u for all ur love & help💗🙏🏻 not proof-read i tried but i cant do it. pls ignore all mistakes. i honestly have a love-hate relationship w this chapter BUT ENJOY!!. also like... ily all for all the love on the last chapter omg?

anyway ily all pls interact + like + reblog to support me! i'd also LOVE LOVE to chat about anything abt this series, pls dont hesitate to send me an ask about anything mwah thank you for reading💗

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Minutes.

But it felt like hours.

And you didn’t want it to be over.

Judging by the hold he had on you, calloused hands grabbing onto your flesh like a man-starved, neither did he.

This was all he ever wanted. Ever since the day you flagged him over when your car broke down. Even when you were a bitch to him. Even when you rolled your pretty eyes at him. Even when you left him. All he fucking wanted was you.

Always just out of his grasp, close but never close enough. And this? This was a dream come true. Fucking explosions and butterflies in your stomach type of shit that Eddie always mocked, that you always mocked.

That scar in his heart that scabbed at the mention of you. Healed. All gone. One kiss from you and it was all back to normal.

“Eddie!” A booming yell echoed in everyone else’s ears but you.

“Jesus fucking Christ, I swear I’m gonna kill him, Eddie where the fuck are you?”

Was that… Gareth?

If Gareth fucking ruined this for him, he was going to hang him by his balls, up on the wall, make sure he could never fucking—

“Eddie!”

And you pulled away, first, Eddie was going to fucking kill him now. A vivid torture method flashed across his mind. Even the adorable flustered look on your face as you drew a breath wasn’t enough to calm him down.

“I—I think your set is about to-”

“Fuck the set,” Eddie spat, his veins still pumping with the need for you. Brain hazy, he was never going to get enough of you, was he? A hunger that was never going to be sated.

The lingering gaze was interrupted by Gareth, scoffing while he dragged Eddie away, ignoring the threats and the cusses that left his lips, the same gentle ones that were just stuck on yours, the sweetest taste, from the filthiest mouth.

You really needed to shut your goddamn brain up. But how could you?

His body was turned toward you, shirt stretched out—you did have a tight hold on him. Pale lips now a bit shiny from your candy gloss, stretched into the widest grin, eyes glinting with something you’ve never seen in him before. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

But it was beautiful. He was pretty. Tempting.

You could barely comprehend Eddie’s words when his gaze on you was that striking. “We’re Corroded Coffin, thank you and goodnight.” Slipped past your ears, you didn’t care, you needed him.

What happens now?

Lingered in your mind, you wanted him to rush to you like you’re in a fucking rom-com, lock your lips in a dizzying kiss, again, you didn’t fucking care. You wanted more. You needed more.

You could feel the eyes of everyone, including Steve’s impatient nail-biting, dying to know what the fuck happened between the two of you. Yet they didn’t dare to ask you until Jonathan and Nancy had left since the rehearsal dinner was tomorrow. And ever since they were gone, Robin and Steve had been teasing you nonstop, trying to make you crack.

Clearly, something had gone down, and the co-dependent idiots had to know.

“He looks like he’s going to eat you.” Steve hummed, making you roll your eyes at him.

You were about to give him a smart-ass answer, but of course, he didn’t let you. “I bet if I laid one hand on you, he’d end up here in seconds.” Steve barked out a laugh, Robin joining him as you threw them a dead-set glare.

“It’s not like that—we haven’t—he won’t.” Your frustration was interrupted by a grinning Steve.

“Oh, yeah?” Steve teased, his hand quick to brush away the strand of hair away from your face, fingertips gently brushing against your cheeks, making heat flutter to your cheeks.

“Steve!” you protested, your gaze widening as you chided him, while Robin playfully counted down from ten by your other side.

Steve ignored your protests, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you into a side hug. You attempted to push him off with a scoff, but he was relentless.

“Three… Two…” Robin's counting came to a halt, and your childish squabble with Steve ceased as a deep voice interrupted.

“Mind if I borrow her for a bit?” The metalhead’s gravelly voice cut through the air, his gaze shooting daggers at Steve, who only smirked, much to Eddie's obvious dismay.

“Eight seconds,” Steve murmured in your ear, you could almost feel his stupid smirk forming on your ear shell, prompting a huff from you.

“She’s all yours, man,” Steve chuckled, releasing his hold and retreating with Robin, leaving the two of you alone. Eddie scoffed at Steve's retreating figure before turning his attention to you.

“What’s their damage?” His brows scrunched together as he watched Steve and Robin walk away, engrossed in their hushed gossip.

“Do you have all day?” You asked with a roll of your eyes, earning a chuckle from him.

He liked this, he loved this, he missed this. Easy banter, shared laughter.

“So… you goin’ home?” Eddie asked, nonchalant, like his heart wasn’t thumping in his chest each time you stole a glance at him.

You nodded, keeping it simple, almost avoiding his gaze. His exaggerated reaction, a spat-out “What?” made you giggle. A melody he could never have enough of.

“Well, the night’s almost over, so…”

“Come with me,” He muttered, amber gaze like silk as it connected with yours.

“Where?”

“Mi casa es yours or whatever the saying goes.” He grinned.

With a huff, “Yeah, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you muttered.

“Why?”

“You know why.” You enunciated.

He raised a brow, “Enlighten me.”

“I—It’s late.”

“So? That never stopped us before.” He shrugged, seemingly unfazed.

“Oh, c’mon Pinky,” he coaxed, “we never end nights this early, at least not until we’re a couple more joints in, smushed on the couch, putting on some old horror movie… I thought we were revisiting the past.” He hummed, puppy dog eyes staring at your soul. Shit.

You shouldn’t. You fucking shouldn’t.

“Are you really gonna say no to gettin’ high with me, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart. Sweetheart. Sweetheart.

A nickname you had heard so many times before. Yet, it was different, the way it rolled off his lips making you almost jump in place.

“Okay,” you gulped, physically. Fuck.

He grinned, taking you by hand, fuck all, while you waved a shy goodbye to Robin and Steve, who watched it all with an all-knowing grin.

“Pay up,” Steve turned to Robin with his palm in front of her.

Robin snorted, “No fucking way.”

“Trust the process, Robin. Trust the fucking process.” Steve huffed, watching the two of you leave hand-in-hand.

As the two of you entered the familiar house, the sight of it brought enough memories that made you feel light-headed, a repository of memories flooded in your mind.

“Is Wayne around?” you inquired, breaking the silence that clung to the space. Eddie, leading the way, answered nonchalantly, “Nah. At his girlfriend’s.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait what? Wayne has a girlfriend?” You exclaimed.

“Uh-huh, Hannah.”

“Oh! That’s great!”

“Yeah, he’s having sleepovers with her like a fucking teenager, I told him to ask her to move in, but he’s too chicken shit,” he scoffed.

“Oh, come on.” You elbowed him playfully, “Be nice to him, he deserves this,” you said with a smile.

He nodded in agreement, “He does.” Then turned to you. “You want anything to drink?” You shook your head.

You didn’t know why, and you didn’t know how, but a shyness appeared within you, propping up your elbows as you leaned against the kitchen counter, watching him intently.

With a shrug, he opened the fridge, taking out a Schlitz, gaze on you dangerous when he popped it open with his teeth, barking a chuckle when you squirmed at the sudden, sharp sound.

“Fidgety much?” He grinned, that damn dimple taking its place on the corner of his mouth, making all sorts of warmth flush to your cheeks, making you feel so timid under his gaze.

You could sense the cockiness radiating off of him, it was addicting, and it was making you feel more and more shy under him. Because both of you knew why you were here, at two fucking A.M., dismissing everyone else, flirting and bickering all the way home.

Yet, since you entered the familiar trailer, you had been silent. Because you knew, you fucking knew that kiss changed everything. But this would seal it. Another step forward. A territory the two of you had never crossed before.

And your mind was not being kind to you, screaming at you to stop, to run, to not fucking do this, because you’d end up hurt, because someway somehow he’d end up hurting too, but Eddie wasn’t having any of it.

Your silence made him cockier and cockier, drawing you in more and more. And if he kept it up, you knew even your idiotic abandonment issues wouldn’t be enough to stop you from jumping on him.

You wanted this, all your mind could replay was his fingers on that damn guitar, the way his mouth popped open that damn can of beer, the way his stupid plushy lips curled into a smirk. Shaggy bangs fell onto his forehead when he leaned on the counter, arms flexing with it.

Stop fucking thinking about it.

“You gonna answer me or what, sweetheart?”

“Huh?”

“Jesus, you okay?” He asked, concerned, cornering you in the kitchen with his soft hazel eyes.

Fuck.

“Mhmm,” you hummed.

“You don’t seem okay.”

“‘M f-fine!” You answered too quickly and meekly for that to be the truth.

“Don’t tell me you’re still mad at me.”

Yes. No. Yes. No. I think I crave you more than I’m mad at you, but I can’t let you know that, your thoughts swirled.

“I thought—”

You interrupted all quippily, “Thought what? That kissing me would suddenly undo everything?”

“No…” He sighed, “I thought I proved myself to you.”

“You did, but that doesn’t undo it.”

“Well, I forgave you.”

You scoffed. “You know forgiving me doesn’t mean shit if you bring it up every time I tell you you did something wrong, right?”

Crossing his arms against his chest, “Can you blame me?” He muttered, almost defeated.

“What would you do? If I up and left, would you just forgive me? Would you just trust me and act like it was all okay?” He tensed, words spilling out of his mouth like venom.

And you narrowed your gaze, returning it back to him. “What would you do if I kissed Jason? I asked you that, yet you never answered. Would you still kiss me? Would you still write notes for me, knowing that Jason’s slimy lips were brushing—“

He was quick to wave his hands in front of your face, grimacing just at the thought. “Stop! Just fucking stop!”

“What, too much for you?” You spat.

“Of course, it’s too much for me! T—the thought of him, anyone, being with you… makes me sick to my stomach.”

“Good, then I think we’re even!” You suggested.

“Even?” He scoffed, “Is that all you fuckin’ care about?” He retorted, making you huff, once again.

“God, no! I just—I just mean we both did fucked up shit and from this point on we either move on, or we never talk to each other again, which we can’t seem to do!” You snapped, that anger from before had disappeared though, the kiss had softened things. Softened you.

“Okay, then let’s just move on!” He took a step toward you, getting close again. So fucking close.

You took a step back, your back hitting the marble counter, yet you remained on your angry stance. “Fine by me!” You retorted, all hastily.

“That’s fine by me too!” He agreed, towering over you, trying to one-up you.

“Good!” And, of fucking course you returned the energy. Stubbornness is exactly what defined the two of you, babbling like a bunch of kids over nothing.

Eddie didn’t hesitate to take another step toward you, this time, both his hands on the marble kitchen counter, fully cornering you, as he grinned. “Great!”

And you were about to answer, about to one-up him, like he did with you… but then you looked at him, really looked at him.

Looked at how fucking close he was to you, and you shuddered a deep breath, getting caught up in your throat when it reminded you of the kiss.

And that’s when Eddie realized it.

You weren’t really mad at him.

At least not really, not since the kiss.

You were nervous… because he was standing this close to you.

A piece of dangerous information for Eddie—someone who had been in love with you since you were teens, to acquire, because it’d turn him into an arrogant fuck in a matter of seconds—even more so than he ever was.

“Oh.” The realization hit him like a ton of bricks, he was grinning like a devil now.

“What?” You furrowed your brows, trying to have that annoyed stance from before, but it wasn’t working.

“Why are you looking at me like—”

He was quick to interrupt, face inches away from yours. “You’re not mad, at least not that much, you’re… nervous.” He grinned.

“N—nervous? Why would I be nervous?”

“Because of me.” That stupid smirk on his lips returned

“Don’t be ridiculous—”

“What happened to that Pinky who refused to talk to me today? Who told me we couldn’t do this? Did one kiss soften you up this much?” He quipped, making you scoff.

“You know what? You’re an asshole.” You sneered.

“There she is.”

“When did you become this cocky, Munson?” You narrowed your gaze.

“I was always an arrogant fuck, sweetheart. But I’d say the kiss helped, like a fuck ton, and you squirming now, too.” He shrugged, like what he just said was no big deal, like how close he was to you didn’t make you gulp nervously.

You almost gasped, offended, like it wasn’t the truth. “I’m not fucking squirming—”

“Look at you… shuddering a breath just because I’m this close to you.” He barked out a chuckle, gaze dangerous, dare you say… lustful.

“Fuck you,” You spat, feeling small under his bashful gaze, cheeks heating.

“Well, I’m trying sweetheart,” He was quick, you had to give him that, making heat grow everywhere in your body, but especially within your thighs now, fuck, he was smooth.

And you weren’t willing to put up a fight, or a front, you wanted—needed him. You couldn’t deny yourself him any longer, not even your commitment issues were enough to hold you off.

“You’re s—such a little shit,” You stuttered, embarrassingly so.

God, you wanted to wipe his smirk off by kissing him, you wanted to feel his honey-flavored lips on yours again, you wanted to feel his lips twitch against yours instead of the air.

And he was close again, all in your face, all you had to do was lean a little bit and his lips would be on yours.

“And you’re an absolute pain in my—”

Fuck it.

You fisted his stupid shirt, crashing your lips down to his, dizzying, just as magnetic as before, but needier. His lips still tasted the sweetest, yet mixed with the bitter taste of the beer on his tongue made you grow weak in the knees.

You were about to open your mouth fully, to feel his greedy tongue on yours, but much to your surprise, Eddie pulled away, making you whine.

“Wait—” He faltered.

“What?”

“Do you want this?” He asked

“Yes!” Your voice raised an octave.

“Tell me you want this.” His gaze was serious.

“I do,” you breathed.

He scoffed. “No, I wanna hear you say it.”

“Eddie—”

“I wanna hear you, or we can just pretend like none of it happened, I can forget the kiss we can just sit around here and—”

I want to know if you’re in this as much as I am, is what he meant.

“Jesus you’re so fucking—” You scoffed, but he actually backed away, your eyes widening at him.

“W—wait!” You pleaded.

An awaiting grin sat on his lips and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Of course I want this, Eddie. I’ve wanted you for five fucking years, I wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you—okay wait maybe that’s a lie because you really were annoying the first time we met but I wanted, no, I want you—”

His mouth crashed against yours, interrupting you in the best fucking way. His lips felt warm, hot almost. Skin burning everywhere where he touched you, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“So eager, princess, already begging for me, hmm?” He taunted, making you roll your eyes in an instant.

“Just shut up you, asshole.” He grinned, mouth crashing down on yours once again. Much more gentle this time, but rough enough to have your chests pressed together.

His lips only left yours to be reattached to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses from your chin to your cheekbone. “‘M sorry, sweetheart, I just can help myself you’re so—” He mumbled, voice muffled by your skin.

He lifted you up, strong hands meeting behind your waist in one harsh move, making you yelp before you wrapped your legs around him, he kissed you like he never had before, all teeth, and no mercy, passionate yet still gentle in somefucking way.

He pivoted while trying to get to his bedroom, making you chuckle into the kiss, pining you against the wall, and it was all so desperate and messy. And just so you.

You wanted to discard your dress but he wanted to rip it off, wanted to grab onto your flesh, and feel you, completely. Drink you in.

He stumbled inside his room, knocking over a few boxes, and sending them over to the other side of his room. Not that either of you cared enough to break the kiss, at least until Eddie plopped you down on the bed, a grin overtaking his lips at the sight of you.

“You’re so pretty, so fucking beautiful and just—” He took a deep breath, words were failing him, his entire being captivated by you.

His mind was spiraling, cheeks almost a salmon pink. Eddie had sex countless times before, but none of them meant anything. None of them left him this speechless, none of them made him nervous. It was like his first time, the way his breath got caught in his throat, cock stirring at how pretty you looked, stomach fluttering at how he was on top of you.

“You have no idea how long I wanted to do this. How long I’ve wanted you… How perfect you really are.” He towered above you, and your breaths mingled, bodies tied, chests pressed against one another.

You wanted to joke around and tease him like he did with you, but you couldn’t help the flutters in your stomach. All you cared about was whether he thought if all of that was. Did he really see you like that?

“You mean that?” You asked, almost shy, wanting to hide your face, but he just gave you a scoff, like it was the most unbelievable thing ever.

It was to him.

“‘Course I do, Jesus, Pinky I basically worshipped—” He placed a soft kiss on your lips. “The ground you walked on.”

You drew in a breath, “I—I wanted you just as much.”

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned.

“Don’t say things like that,” he warned, shaking his head. Did you not know the hold you had on him? Even still? He was wrapped around your finger, always has been. Always would be.

“Don’t think I’ll be able to control myself.”

“Then, don’t, please, Eddie, I want you, more than anything.”

That was all he needed, low grunts escaped his lips. He attacked your lips hungrily, desperately, twirling his tongue with yours, needy and passionate.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cursed, hands meeting behind your back to unclasp your dress, and you helped him get rid of his clothes, your fingers fiddling as they struggled to take his shirt over his head.

It was all messy, stupidly impatient, making both of you giggle while you struggled to get rid of the clothes that were keeping both of your bodies away from each other.

“So impatient,” you mocked with a chuckle, enjoying the way his eyes boggled your body, it wasn’t disrespectful, you didn’t feel the intrusion as you did with every other fucking guy you’ve been with. Just pure appreciation and your stomach flipped with excitement.

Fuck, what was he doing to you?

He drew in a breath when your chest rose up and down, he felt like he was watching a ping-pong match, eyes darting over to every part of your body, he wanted to engrave it in his mind. Have you there forever.

He could barely comprehend it, you, stark naked, on his bed. Telling him you wanted him, more than anything. And you looked perfect. Fucking perfect. More than he could ever imagine. All those years he spent thinking about you.

The girls he fucked were always a spitting image of you. It wasn’t a fucking coincidence. He couldn’t get his mind off of you. You made him feel out of his head, and fucking finally, it was happening.

Cold rings ghosted over your chest, making you gasp. “So—” His head dove into your breasts, latching his tongue on one nipple. “Fucking—” His hand dove down to your panties, discarding them without care before he ghosted over your slit, still waiting for some approval from you. “Perfect—” He hummed, against your nipples, making you mewl.

“P—please, Eddie,” you muttered, pathetically.

His eyes shot up at you, amber gaze dark, wanting, needing you to tell him exactly what you needed. “Need you to fuck me, please.”

“Baby,” he rasped, jaw almost hung open with how forward you were being. His cock was trapped in his boxers, needing room with the way words fell like silk from your lips. The nicknames were new, especially something like ‘baby’ but it felt so familiar, like the two of you had always been like this. Like the last five years didn’t exist.

This was all the confirmation he needed, his ringed finger met your entrance, and you whimpered at the slight sensation, your entire body burned with need at his one touch.

His soft lips trailed down from your chest to your belly button, tongue leaving nice strokes on his way to your pussy, making you arch your back in desperation.

“Need more, Eddie,” you whined, a pout apparent on your cheeks.

“That desperate, huh?” He grinned, pad of his thumb still toying with your clit, earning gasps out of you. “Haven’t even done much, yet you’re soakin’ my fingers, baby,” he added, that taunting tone making you roll your eyes.

“Arrogant fuck,” your voice came out as a squeak, making him let out a greedy chuckle.

He inserted a finger inside of you, enjoying the gasps he earned. “You know, I always thought that attitude of yours needed a fix?” He hissed, ringed finger curling inside of you, making you squirm at the coldness as you bucked your hips for more.

You didn’t know what took over you, or him. The dirty talk just rolled out of your lips like it was natural like the two of you had been together for the longest time.

It was all the pining, anticipation, and the pent-up desire. And it was making both of you needier by the second.

“Then do it, fuck it out of me.” A low groan echoed in the bedroom, followed by a string of curses, Eddie’s entire body shuddering with it.

His fingers left your clit, hands working their way to slip out of his boxers, a rough expulsion of moan released from his lips when his cock plopped against his stomach, making your mouth water at the sight.

Shit, fuck, shit.

You gulped, jaw almost wide open, making him cockier if that was even possible. His hands jerked at his cock, collecting the bead of pre-cum collected at his hot tip. “Gonna give this to you, is that what you want, sweetheart?” He taunted.

With a nod, you licked your lips, making his cock twitch in his hands. “I’ll fuck the brat out of you, don’t worry, honey.” His hand was about to stroke his cock again, but you were quick to shake your head.

“Let me help,” you hummed, your smile and attitude all disappearing, a glazed look washed over your features as your soft hands fisted his length.

“You’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me,” he groaned roughly when your fingers stroked his rock-hard cock, until he couldn’t take it anymore and pushed you down on the bed and taking you by surprise before his lips re-attached to yours, hands slightly parted your thighs, teeth clashed together, and nibbling on each other's lips, before he finally, finally guided his cock against your entrance.

Then, he stopped, making you furrow your brows when he reached for his bedside table, and you, unable to wait, were quick to stop him. “No!” His attention snapped back to you.

“Please… I wanna feel you, ‘m on the pill,” you murmured, pupils blown wide, making Eddie curse once again before he blabbed, nervousness spilling out of him.

“O—okay,” He hummed, turning to you with a nervous look, “and just so you know I haven’t had—” Shit, he was going to ruin this.

“I was tested not too long ago and me and Chr—”

“If you finish that sentence I swear to god, I will leave, Munson,” you warned, gaze narrowed and jealousy bitter in your veins.

He scoffed, “I was going to say we haven’t done a—anything, you lunatic,” he wanted to joke, but words rolled out of his lips like a quick ramble. He couldn’t fucking ruin this. But, he had to let you know. You had to know that they didn’t sleep together.

And much to his surprise, with a grin on your lips, “Oh? I don’t know if I can say the same with me and Jame—” your joke was quickly shut up by a dizzying kiss, and his groan turned into a growl, filled with jealousy, making you giggle into the kiss.

Both of you were idiots. Total fucking idiots. Insane. Crazy. But, fuck, did it feel right, like dominos falling into place, this is what it should’ve been.

He dragged you more toward the edge of the bed with his rough hands, finally guiding his cock to your entrance, wiping off that grin from your face, hunger taking over fully.

“You think you’re funny?” He spat, and you nodded all sassily, “Laugh it up, doll. But once I’m done with you, you won’t even remember the names of those other douchebags, I’ll fuckin’ make sure of it.” His arrogance was back, and that smirk played on his lips, shutting you up once again.

He pushed into you without a warning, making you cry out while your eyes squeezed shut at how good he felt. Your pussy wrapped his cock nicely, so warm and tight that Eddie had no fucking idea how he didn’t cum right then and there on the spot, a low groan escaped his lips.

He dropped his head to your shoulder, frantic breathing escaped through his nose as he tried to adjust to how tight you were.

Jesus, fucking Christ.

He had to hold himself off.

Your hands clawed at his back, enjoying the stretch while Eddie pushed himself inside of you at a slow pace, reveling in the way you mewled for him.

Eyes already squeezed shut, mouth slightly open, lashes fluttering the more he drove his cock into you. You looked so beautiful. Ethereal.

He was struggling to comprehend if this was all real. This entire fucking night. From the fight to the kiss to now.

It was always back and forth between the two of you, but more real than anything he ever had.

Pinky.

His Pinky.

He loved you, so so much, that his heart was about to explode, his body felt hot from everywhere you were touching him.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ tight, sweetheart,” he hissed, pace picking up once you finally accommodated his size, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Feels s—so good, Eds,” you whimpered. He caught your chin in his hands, tilting your face toward him, making your fuzzy gaze focus on him. “I’ve wanted this for so long. You, wanted you for so long, shit, honey.”

“Tell me…” He muttered, licking the trail to your boobs, sucking on it with a growl. “Tell me that this changes everything. Tell me that we’ll never go back, and I’ll fuck you like you deserve it.”

“E—Eddie,” you stuttered, still struggling to comprehend it when his cock was hitting spots inside of you that you didn’t know existed.

“I…” You sucked in a deep breath, mind feeling mushy before Eddie groaned, tucking his hips back, pulling out of your warm pussy as you gasped at the feeling, just as you were about to whine, beg, he rammed himself deep inside of you, again. A grin appeared on his lips when you cried out in pleasure.

Yet, his movements halted, as if he was giving you a taste of what might happen, and you wanted to cuss him out, tell him to never fucking stop again, cry out, beg for him to continue. Your body felt woozy with how much you needed him to fuck you, how much you desperately needed to cum.

“Everything!” You cried out frantically, “E—Eddie, fuck, I d—don’t ever wanna go back, please…”

That was all he needed to hear. And he simply couldn’t wait any longer, deprive his body of you any fucking longer. His movements picked up with a low grunt, fucking into you roughly and fast, all animalistic as he held onto your hips, leaving bruises all over while he worked on your neck, sucking, marking you.

Pleasure bursted through your body as Eddie’s thick cock dragged along your walls. Both of your eyes locked, emotions gathering in them. Panting as your foreheads connected, thinking the same thing.

Those three little words begged to roll out of both of your plushy lips, yet too scared to ever utter them. His lips crashed down on you again, this time, just so that those three words didn’t escape his mouth, kissing you with such passion that your head grew light.

“Pretty girl,” he breathed into your neck, “my pretty girl,” he growled. His cock was driven by a primal need to make you his, every touch meant something, every time he thrust himself into you, it was deliberate, rough, but gentle in some fucking way.

Shallow breaths escaped your mouths in puffs, as you watched him drive his cock all the way into you, and you tightened up almost immediately, your pussy pulsing around him.

He groaned at the sight of you, mouth hung open, tits bouncing up and down, mewls coming out for him. You looked fucking beautiful, babbling to him about how you were going to cum soon.

He pressed his middle finger to your clit, drawing quick circles as you whined for him, he was fucking good, and you could feel your walls swelling as you yelled out his name.

Your screams were muffled by Eddie’s lips as a wave of pleasure hit you like a ton of bricks and the second you came undone on his cock, he fucking lost it. His groans grew guttural as he spilled his load inside of you, falling on top of you with a contented sigh as he made sure every drop of him was stuffed into your walls.

Ragged breaths filled the room as Eddie slumped next to you, and you stared at the walls, a smile curved on your lips when the drawings you gave him were still there.

“You still have that?”

“Of course.” His fingertips traced a delicate path along the canvas of your skin, gentle, and warm, pulling away that strand of hair that was hiding your pretty features, a smile formed on his lips, his gaze on you so soft that you almost melted into him. “I told you… your art matters, it’s the very reason, I am where I am.”

As his words hung in the air, you looked up at him, and he gazed down at you. In that shared gaze, both of you knew. No words were exchanged, yet the depth of your connection bridged any gap.

Three words. Eight letters.

You should say it, you should tell him first. Let him know, that you love him, always have, always will. Your lips, poised in anticipation, hovered let him now, to utter those words.

But he interrupted, a subtle pull drawing you closer into the cocoon of his embrace. “W—We should go to sleep… hell of a day ahead of us.” He cleared his throat, fingertips weaved through the strands of your hair, caressing it.

A day ahead of us. Us. Us. Us.

It’s promising, so fucking promising. Peaceful. Everything you asked for. Yet, it scared you, because it was good. All of it was almost too good to be true.

But you wanted to shut that part of your brain off. No, because you weren’t going to ruin this for yourself again, you weren’t.

You hummed into his chest agreeingly, the vibrations resonating into his chest, his scent enveloped you, fully, completely.

And each gentle stroke of his fingertips through your hair was like a lullaby, making you give yourself into the security of his presence. It only took a handful of caresses for you to give into the sweet desire of sleep, nestled against his warmth.

You woke up next to a void spot in the bed. The morning sun burst through the lazily taped windows of Eddie's room, forcing you to squint against its intrusive rays.

A languid groan escaped your lips as you reluctantly left the warmth of the bed, lazily throwing on one of Eddie’s shirts as it hung well over your knees, making your way to the kitchen as you called out for him.

Silence greeted you.

You checked the fridge, hoping for a note, a hastily scribbled message, anything that might explain why he was gone.

But nothing.

At this point, your mind hadn't erupted into full-blown panic; there was no reason for it, or let your intrusive thoughts kick in, no, they were wrong, they had to be wrong.

There was no way he’d leave you, he wanted this himself. He invited you over.

And the two of you were supposed to go to the rehearsal dinner early. To help Jonathan and Nancy out. There was no way he’d just leave you like this.

Right?

Or maybe he regretted all of it and left in a panic.

You kept telling yourself the same lie until seconds melted into minutes, and eventually into hours.

And then, it finally dawned on you.

Eddie didn’t leave a note because he didn’t want to see you.

He regretted everything.

That's why he left you.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson series #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson angst #rockstar!eddie munson #rockstar!eddie x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #getaway car series

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gobaaby-blog-blog · 3 months

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Smut that lives in my head - rent free. (Can someone teach me how to add unlimited links?)

(updated 10th Feb 2024)

The kitchen scene is haunting me. @atticrissfinch

I'm actually gonna use some lines in my real life 😁@javiscigarette

The premise? You want Joel to fuck a baby into you and he's read up about it to make sure it takes straight away? Hello, breeding kink. @chloeangelic

From the first scene, I was a goner. Fucking the hate out of each other is so hot. And the 3some scenes had me dreaming about it all night 🤣@lavendertales

The season two scenes, Jesus Christ, so hot. @swiftispunk

The cockpit scene after Doll tries to sacrifice herself again🥵😍 but also MASKED MAN? Hello. @justagalwhowrites

This is only series I re-read, and the greenhouse scene where reader and Tommy lock eyes, omg. @hier--soir

Curiosity, hate, being so similar, and the first kitchen scene 🥵@morning-star-joy

Idiots in love who waited 10 years to be together. Sugar's first time? Breeding kink? I'm in. @chiriwritesstuff

The bathroom scene when Joel comes back to her house 🥵 but basically any scene in this @chloeangelic

I think I see a pattern of office sex kink. CEO!Joel and commitment phobe PA.

https://macfrog.tumblr.com/post/724848521701982208/sex-on-fire-masterlist

#joel miller x reader #javi pena x reader #din djarin #pedrostories #fanfic

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You had me covered in happy tears with the epilogue of daddycember! So cuteeee! Is there a chance we get a couple of sneak peeks before next year or are you planning on keeping us on our toes? Love you 😘

I am so glad you loved Daddycember, omg 🥹🥰 I will definitely be giving y'all some sneak peeks before next year 😊

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Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader

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Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Established relationship/marriage, pregnant reader, dirty talk, daddy kink (YAYAYAY), spit kink, praise kink, small size kink, oral sex (m and f receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, cum play, squirting, fluffies, mentions/discussions of pregnancy, brief mention of loss/death.

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A/N: So I combined a few asks into this one! The one above referencing Daddycember ‘22, an ask about safe words from @nowaydin, an anon ask about decorating the nursery with Daddy Whiskey, and a request from @lucky-pascal! I hope y’all love it as much as I do 😊

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Sometimes, Jack could be lazy, lazy in a way that made him selfish. When it all became too much for him to bear, it’s like he couldn’t help himself. Once he felt that unmistakable rush of pleasure, the urge just took over his body. He chased after it, vehemently, and the road to euphoria was filthy.

“Baby,” He calls out in that thick southern accent, rough from lust. “Babycakes.”

Both of those strong hands cup your face, removing you from him. Firmly, he forces your chin upward, demanding your eye contact, your attention.

“Let me see that face,” Jack’s chest rises with vigor before dropping dramatically, staring at your eager expression.

You’re a mess, to say the least. A mess he made and you willingly submitted to. And now he’s releasing you of one hand, moving it to his shaft.

Huffing out a quiet and brief laugh, he nods, and says, “Close your lips, baby.”

Along with your lips, you close your eyes, too, feeling him smear the smoothness of his head over your soft skin. He swipes it like its lipstick, top and bottom, dragging it across. Sliding his other hand around to the back of your head, he keeps you there, his own mouth opening as he watches in awe.

“Open up,” Lashes fluttering, you gaze up at him. “And lick it.”

Exhaling a breath of disbelief, your insides tingle from the softly-spoken demand. It was an easy task, bringing you to your knees for him, especially when he sat back with his legs spread wide.

“Lick daddy’s cockhead, baby.” Your husband coos to you, dark eyes half-lidded with want. And when you move forward, want turns into need. “Yeah, there you go, just lick it… uh-huh…”

Your tongue glides along the curves of his head, reveling in the smoothness of his skin, the salty drops of precum coating him. He’s drooling for you, small droplets continuing to leak from his slit.

“Suck on it a little bit,” Licking his lips, he stares down at you, face displaying his absolutely mesmerized state. “Yeah sweetheart… just like that… now take it deep.”

You’d been apart for too long, you’d been aching for him. Sometimes, Jack’s occupation made life hard, made your marriage hard. There were times he was pulled away last minute, times where he’d be gone for weeks or even months at a time. Even before your marriage, being apart was hard. You’re truly each other’s best friend and there isn’t enough chaos in this world to distract you long enough to not think about your partner. And him being gone for three weeks was agonizing; it’s the longest he’s been away since you’ve been pregnant.

Pregnancy. It’s been… strange, in a way. For lack of better wording, you didn’t expect to be so fucking horny. But you suppose missing him only amplifies that, even before your baby started to grow. And honestly, you should be happy you’re in this phase. During your first trimester, you don’t know how you were able to keep anything down, but you’re doing a pretty good job with him right now.

“Jesus Christ,” He’s forcing you down, listening to you gag while your drool drips onto his balls. Gritting his teeth, he promises, “I’m gonna make such a fucking mess out of you.”

Now, while Jack let his desires run wild with you, the second you got pregnant, things changed. He treated you like glass, like if he even hugged you too hard, you’d break. And that meant his bedroom etiquette switched lanes, too. For the past few months, he hasn’t been rough with you, nothing even close to it. Spanking, choking, even spitting, were all off limits with your new lifestyle. And it was fucking killing you. But on the other end, your husband was suffering, too. He always wanted to toss you around, manhandle you into position until you cried from the pleasure he wrung out of you. But with his baby inside you, he just couldn't bring himself to. And the pent up frustrations both of you were experiencing from him treating you so delicately is exactly what led up to tonight.

“You really wanted to choke on me tonight, huh?” You’d begged him for it, actually. You were beyond sick of this treatment, you missed him, you missed your daddy. The daddy that handled you like his own property, to do whatever he pleased with it. And in order to do that to you in your current state, Jack needed something very specific. Detailed communication.

“Yes,” Gasping thickly, he finally lets you up for air, eyeing the trails of spit connecting you to him.

Suddenly, he leans forward, grabbing your jaw in his hand. It’s rough and firm, the way he holds you, tugging you close to his face. “I want you.” He’s breathing heavily, hotly, against your face. “Get on the bed.”

Once he was home, you knew you had to have him. And it never really takes much convincing on his end. As soon as the two of you had your system down, it was game on. All you needed were a few simple words.

“Turn around,” And his voice is much harsher now, both hands landing on your hips and shoving you forward.

Landing on your pillows, you release a harsh unf, and it sounds gauche but he loves it. You barely have time to scramble onto your hands before he’s slapping your ass, stinging your cheek with the broadness of his palm. And then he cups you from behind, listening to your delighted moan.

“Wet just from that, huh?” His voice is sweet, mockingly sweet. “Just from suckin’ on daddy’s dick.”

“Baby,” Another harsh smack, one that makes you whine.

“What the fuck is my name?!” Every single fiber of your being is set alight from his tone, his words. You’ve craved his dominance for months.

“Daddy,” Chest heaving, you gulp, your smile now evident. This is exactly what you’ve wanted.

“Oh, baby…” Rubbing you with both palms, he sighs, settling his slobber-coated length between your cheeks. “Daddy loves when you listen so nicely.”

“Can you… please?”

Raising his brows, he’s intrigued by your small plea. “Please what, honey?”

“Please fuck me.” Immediately, you comply, pushing yourself back against him. “I’ve missed you so much, daddy.”

And you really have. Not having him around while experiencing these new sensations tore you apart from the inside out. You needed him here, with you at every second. You needed his love and genuine care, his doting and affectionate personality surrounding you. It wrapped you tightly in a blanket that was warm and made from love, made from everything good he’s ever had to offer. And while carrying his baby for the first time, you needed that now more than ever.

“Mm…” Moving forward, he bends over your arched form, one hand sliding over your lower belly. Softly, he cups you, the swell where his child currently grows. And then he’s rubbing the skin, fingers sliding lovingly over your small baby bump.

Whispering kindly, he asks, “How��re you feelin’, honey?” Kissing the shell of your ear, he hums his inquiry, your daddy’s soft side coming out.

His worry truly warms your heart, but you’re sick of it. You need him to handle you how he used to, touch you until you’re shaking, spank you until you’re crying.

“Can you give me a color, babycakes?”

“Green,” It’s said immediately, albeit through a shaky voice.

“You sure?” He purrs against your ear, lips grazing it.

“Yes, baby, ugh. Just, please - please do it.”

A low growl rumbles through his chest and neck, his naked torso heating your back. He needs to trust you in this. And he does, fully leaning back to his upright stance. Your lover steadies himself on his knees, sighing out a rough breath as he grabs himself in hand.

“Shit,” Muttering, he clenches his jaw with a groan. “Can already feel you shaking.”

The second he slides inside, you can’t keep your mouth shut. Inch by inch, you’re moaning for him, every sensation heightened. Your walls are sensitive and throbbing, swollen lips clinging to the thickness of him. He watches as you reach for the sheets, gasping in a tone so shrill it pierces the air.

“Baby,” Chuckling, his fingers dig into your skin. “I’m not even all the way in.”

“Fuck me, I’ve wanted this.”

“Well, I’m here, baby. Daddy’s here, he’s home and he’s with you, he’s inside you.” With one sharp shove, he’s entirely inside, having saved the last inch or so for this.

“Fuck,”

“Look at that, your slippery juices already coating me…” Instantly, he’s setting a steady pace, rubbing his cock against the warmth of your inner walls. You’re squeezing him, pulsing and just milking him. And he growls from it, briefly baring his teeth as he seethes deeply, “You want me to fuck another baby into you?”

“Oh my god,” You’re whining, maybe groaning, while pushing yourself back against him. You arch the curve of your spine as best you can, presenting yourself to him.

“Oh, baby,” That southern voice drives you mad, that deep baritone shivering across your skin. “You can’t do that to me.” He’s still now, and chuckling, broad palms massaging you in hand. But then he’s mumbling to yourself and it might as well be your favorite part about this. “Oh, daddy missed you, babycakes. Missed you so much, thought about you…”

Smiling to yourself, you hum, still completely full of him. This is everything you need, to be coddled and cooed to, held in his loving embrace.

“I want you, daddy always wants you…” Trailing off, he stares down at the space where the two of you are connecting, pulling out and returning to that steady pace, rocking you forward over your marital bed. And when you whine for him, that high noise dragging out of your throat, he all but loses it.

“Pretty fucking thing,” Slapping his hips against your backside, he grunts, eyes still glued to the way you vehemently suck him inside. “Whine for me, baby. Go on, cry for daddy.”

“Baby,” You feel electrified, lightning up from the inside out as bursts of pleasure rush through your system.

“Fat fucking ass, bouncing against me like that…” Already, he’s growling, teeth digging into his lip. And instead of just shoving himself into you, he now decides to pull you back, too, fingers securing around the divots of your hips. “C’mere, sweetheart. Come to daddy.” He whispers deeply, repeatedly pulling you back into him.

One thing Jack was undoubtedly, undeniably, and helplessly attracted to, was the weight you’ve gained during your pregnancy. And you never expected anything like it. The curves you’ve grown around your hips and thighs, your stomach, your breasts, it drove him crazy. He loved the softness of it, your smooth and plump skin. All he wanted to do with grab and bite and smack. And that’s exactly what he does.

“Fuck,” Head dropping down, you rest your face on the pillows beneath your pliant body, feeling the repeated slap of his palm across your ass. He’s watching it jiggle in his hand, watching the shockwaves roll across your body.

“Can you take it?” Jack growls in that deep, rumbly voice. “Can you take more?”

Memories of your office rendezvous suddenly pop into your head, you laying over his lap while he spanks you sore before taking a work call. Jesus Christ, how you miss that. The forceful smack, the tingling sting, and all of those sensations are coming back. But what once was pleasure now eases its way into sensitivity, Jack listening to your harsh cry. And when he hears that, his hand leaves your ass, giving you a break from his hard slaps.

“Can my sweet little slut take more?” He’s still shoving himself into you, repeatedly diving between your pretty pink lips.

“Ngh, daddy.” You can barely gasp, can barely even get a true breath in.

All Jack does is shake his head, breathless as he ruts into you from behind. “Nuh-uh, you gotta tell me.” His voice is guttural, that southern tone coming right from his chest. “C’mon babycakes, use your big girl words and tell me.”

Leaning down, Jack’s toned and flexing chest presses into you, those wonderfully soft lips pressing to your ear. “You need a break.” He decides, and he knows it’s true. “Say it to me.”

Even nearing the point of overstimulation, you’re unwilling to give in just yet. The hits he’d given your backside still radiate with pain, and the thrusts he delivers are sharp and deep. But with every whimper and grunt that punches out of your chest, Jack is demanding it.

“Tell me our safe word, baby. I know you need it.” He wants you to be able to say it when you need to, even if you’ve gone dumb from him. It’s the whole reason he agreed to let go with you, to be himself again. “Say it to me - what color do you need?”

“I, fuck,”

“Red, baby doll.” Jack reminds you softly, his breath fanning over your neck. If you need a reminder, he’ll give it. He’ll always be here to help and care for you. “Now it’s your turn, sweetie.” Even during times like this, with his pelvis relentless against the swell of your ass, he could be so patient with you.

“Daddy, it’s s-so much. Fuck, r-red, it’s red.”

In an instant, he stops, his body completely stilling. And just as quickly, he’s speaking.

“Good girl, baby, oh my goodness…” Rubbing your thighs lovingly, he sighs. “That’s such a good girl.” Sitting upright, his thick fingers swipe over your tender skin with the gentlest touch, massaging your pain away.

“Thank you, daddy.” You’re whimpering, chest heaving. And you hate that you had to give in but he was right, you needed a break. Your body’s rapid and extreme changes have been doing this to you, leaving you tired and unable to fuck Jack like you used to.

The word sounds silly, even feels silly sometimes when you say it. But it’s something completely random, something you’d never say during sex unless you, for some reason, had to. And this was one of those reasons.

Slowly, he pulls out of you, groaning. He’s still hard and leaking, still throbbing from the excitement of it all. Kissing his way down your back, he’s sweet and soft with it, his lips moving tenderly over your skin. He watches you slump down onto the mattress, but he doesn’t stop, kissing your backside and legs, all the way down to your small feet.

“You’re so precious to me, baby…” He’s whispering, laying next to your body and rubbing your back kindly. “Are you okay, sweet pea?”

Turning, you curl into his chest, feeling his warm body and nodding. “Yes, daddy.” He wraps you in his arms, welcoming you wholly, and can feel your happy grin growing on his skin.

Turning his head, he kisses your temple with a grin. “What color can you give me?”

It’s a popular system, really. Green for the all clear, the definite go-ahead. Yellow, proceed with caution. Red is a full stop. Some wonder why you don’t just say ‘red’ for your safe word, but it’s because you don’t use the color system only when you’re in the act; they’re used in any type of sexual situation between the two of you, all the way from kissing to him cumming inside you. Before your son came along, you didn’t really need these colors. You’d used them before, but it wasn’t often, not at all. But now, Jack needs the reassurance, and you’re happy to give it to him.

“Hm…” You hum pleasantly, feeling Jack caress your outer arm. “Yellow.”

“Okay,” He nods, responding sweetly, calmly, while moving to rub your back. “You want more of me, honey?”

“Yes, daddy, yes please. But, I’m just so… sore.” You hate to disappoint him.

“Oh honey, that’s not a problem.” Shaking his head, he urges you to meet his eyeline, genuine love in those warm, brown hues. “That’s okay, babycakes. You know daddy loves playing with your little pussy…” Sliding his hand down, he cups you softly, moving slowly and gently as he analyzes your response. Your color was, after all, yellow.

“You want that?”

“Yes…”

Gently, he parts your folds, rubbing the pad of his middle finger over your puffy, sensitive nub.

“You like that?” He’s speaking so quietly, so sweetly.

“Yes.”

And when he kisses your cheek, you just melt into him, settling right into those strong arms.

“You’re sore, honey?”

“Mhm,” Nodding, you look down, staring at where his fingers currently disappear.

“You want daddy to kiss it better?” Leaning in, his mouth presses to your neck, tongue laving over your skin.

“Yes,” Cupping his handsome face, you bring him back to your lips. “Yes please, daddy.”

Just like that, he’s shuffling down your body, broad hands maneuvering you onto your back. And just before he nestles between your thighs, he leans down toward your belly. Sweetly, he kisses it, the space where your son is resting. It’s a smooth and sweet press of his lips, accompanied by a soft hum before he’s settling in the center of your spread legs.

“Daddy…” Almost immediately, you’re reaching for him, fingers combing through his hair once you find him.

“I love how you taste,” He murmurs, almost to himself. “So sweet with my baby inside you.”

Slowly, the wet muscle of his tongue drags up through your lips, parting them. The juices he’d coaxed out of you easily drip into his mouth, which he happily laps up. Both of his hands settle beneath your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh and his lips attach themselves to you.

Soothing your pain is easy for him, it always has been. Kissing and licking your most sensitive parts after he’s fucked you raw, was an incredibly sensual experience, and not just for you. While he does it, he grinds himself into the mattress, mind and body fully enwrapped in the act. His hips rotate, just like your own, each of you seeking out the pleasure you collectively bring. It didn’t matter if one of you wasn’t being touched. If one of you was receiving pleasure, it automatically transferred to the other. And you suppose that’s what makes sex with Jack so great.

“Baby…” Gasping, your head tilts back, mouth falling agape.

Sloppily, he sucks your clit into his mouth, the hairs above his lip tickling your sensitive skin. And while distracted by that, he slips a finger between your slick lips, all the way in. Squirming, you feel his finger curl while his free arm wraps over your pelvis, taking time to avoid the baby.

“Stay still, honey…” And he says it while he’s tonguing your clit, hot mouth hanging open. “Let daddy taste it.”

But what really does it is his second finger, the thick digits stretching you once again. And when both are curling up, punching against your brightest spot, you feel like you’re going to lose it. Though, not in a way you are familiar with. You’ve never been more overwhelmed than when you have sex with your husband, he’s made you feel things no other man has had the privilege of doing before. But this is… different, it’s so different. He’s prodding into you, fingers exploring your inner channel while his mouth worships your clitoris, but instead of feeling all tingly and excited, you feel like you’re going to burst; like your approaching orgasm is something you need to let go of, rather than feel.

“B-Baby, Ja - daddy.” You’re so bewildered, you nearly say his given name. And that’s a mistake you rarely make.

Head coming up, he looks at you with worry, but his fingers don’t stop. Jack moves upward a bit, nuzzling his face against your plump chest while he hammers his digits into your sex. It’s sloppy, the sound of it loud and squishy. It’s from your spit and him but another substance is about to join in.

“What?” That deep country tone wafts into the air, thick and sweet and just like honey. “What is it, baby doll?”

“I-I feel…” You’re clinging to him, hands reaching out with your fingertips digging into his biceps.

“You’re my girl,” He suddenly whispers to you, ignoring your small, pleasurable pleas. “My perfect girl, daddy’s perfect thing.”

“Daddy,” Your lip feels wobbly, quivering slightly. Every single emotion is rushing to the surface and you’re unable to hold any of it back. You’re gasping from it, from him.

“Doing so good for me, letting daddy touch you like this, letting him taste your gorgeous little peach.” Watching you giggle quietly in the midst of it, he grins, knowing it’s from his verbiage. But then he’s bending down to kiss your chest, the peak of his tongue flicking over your nipples and you absolutely keen for him.

Heart fluttering in your chest, your mind racing and going dizzy, all you can focus on is this wonderful man. Your head tilts down, lids heavy with exhaustion and lust, seeking out his comfort. Which he instantly gives. Jack’s own mouth comes down to yours, tongue slipping past your parted lips. It entrances you further, hands pulling him in. And it’s when that hot chest presses to your own that you finally shatter from it.

Honestly, you’re shocked it hasn’t happened before, and so is he. Though he’s surprised you’re finally squirting for him, he doesn’t stop from shock, he just grins. Instantly, his head is tilting down, watching the liquid splatter his lower midsection. It gushes over his skin, your shrill cries echoing in his ears and vibrating through his head. Rapidly, he shoves his fingers in, moving against the hard push of your insides as you cum for him. And while you do, he lets you move, lets you go feral as your hips shove up off the bed, pushing further into his hand. But while Jack is focusing on your pleasure, he’s almost immune to his own. His pelvis had been resting over your thigh, rubbing against you ever so gently. And when your hot arousal coats his lower belly, he’s cumming, hips jerking as he spills onto your skin.

It only heightens the experience, everything feeling hot and sticky and wet. You can hear his heavy breaths, can hear your own, too. And suddenly, you’re crying, lips cracking into a wide grin as you breathe out a gentle laugh.

“Honey?” Head whipping around, those brown brows furrow down at you, fingers now sliding out of your lips.

“I just,” Shaking your head, you close your eyes, still keeping him close to you. “That felt so good, baby. Fuck.” Chuckling, you’re met with the beautiful sight of your husband when your lids flutter open again. “I love you.”

Jack swears that everything you do just makes him grin. You’re everything he’s ever needed. And even though your tears are that of joy, he leans in, kissing them. Pride swells in his chest, knowing that he brings out this emotion in you.

Regardless of the wetness on his hand, he lifts it up, cupping your face to bring you in for a sweet kiss. He smiles in it, and can smell you on his hand. Slowly, his lips leave your own, dragging across your face and to his hand. When his tongue pokes out, though, it’s not his hand that he licks, but your cheek.

“Baby,” Giggling, you turn your head for him, giving him a bit more access.

And here, he kisses your skin, tongue laying flat before running across it. A heavy breath fans from mouth as he does it, a wanton moan flowing into the air, too. And it’s only when he’s finished here that he turns to his hand, tongue lapping at the divots between his fingers, running over his palm and wrist.

Before you can even comment on what he’s doing, he’s coming back to you, grabbing your cheeks so harshly it briefly makes you wince. It props your lips open, his eyes staring at the beautiful picture he’s created before adding his spit. The unexpected act has your eyes rolling back, a euphoric groan emanating from your throat. It drips onto your tongue before his own is diving in, kissing you breathless and dominating you in the exact same way he has for years, and hopefully will for decades.

“Baby,” He breathes out above your face, “Babycakes, fuck… tasted so good, sweet pea. Sounded so pretty, so fuckin’ sweet.”

Your fingers comb through his dark brown hair as he showers you with praise and affection, body feeling completely at peace with him.

“Felt so goddamn good and baby, I’m so proud of you, daddy’s so proud of you sweetheart.” Again, he kisses your cheek, mumbling, “Using our safe word, just like you should.”

“Daddy,” Sniffling, you tighten your hold, both arms wrapping firmly around him. “Thank you, daddy.” You feel so emotional after such an intimate session with him, closing your eyes as you sigh against his firm chest. “You mean everything to me, daddy.”

He settles on the bed beside you, fully laying next to your warm body. You’re both becoming sticky and it just makes him grin, he loves this. He loves the life he’s built with you, loves the world you’ve made together.

“You’re my whole world, sweet cheeks.” And he really means it. You’re irreplaceable to him.

It’s been years since you lost this much sleep, and you’re sure you’ll lose more when the baby gets here. But it’s not really out of worry that you greet the moon, but more so expectation. More and more often, you find yourself here in the middle of the night, rocking in this padded chair for hours, with no one but yourself and an empty crib. It’s almost like your own little private time, just you and your son before he really gets here.

Both hands roam your belly, only covered in one of Jack’s old army shirts. It’s a deep, forest green, a color you always loved and especially on him. It always brought you comfort to wear his things, to just be surrounded by him. And here you sit, surrounded by his love, surrounded by the cute theme and sweet mementos he helped put together for your son.

He came up with the genre, the overarching theme of the nursery. And with Jack’s personality, you always knew it’d be something country. At first, you expected it to revolve around cowboys, but no. Your husband chose the simple theme of a ranch nursery. And you didn’t argue it, in fact, you fell absolutely in love with it.

You managed to add a cute touch to it here and there, cow print throw blankets on the rocking chair, cactus-shaped stuffies in the crib, and your personal favorite, a mini cowboy hat. Your son will look absolutely adorable in that. Already stealing hearts and he isn’t even here yet. You can already tell he’ll be just like his dad.

“Honey?” And just like that, his dad is calling out to you, his voice gentle as he walks the halls. “Babycakes?” Jack calls again, this time with more panic in his voice.

“I’m in here, baby.”

Turning the corner, he steps into the nursery with a tired grin. “There she is.”

The room is lit dimly, with only the lamp on to light Jack’s way. You have one of the cow print throw blankets over your lap as you rock back and forth with gentle sways. And when you hear his words, you smile. He’s very clearly tired, his forehead wrinkled slightly with bags resting under his eyes. And still, he greets you kindly, even if it is three in the morning.

“Gorgeous thing,” Jack’s voice is strained just a bit, scratchy from his lack of sleep. “What’re you doin’ in here?”

With a soft grunt, he takes a seat on the floor. Resting right beside your feet, he reaches out, grabbing one and ushering it onto his lap before rubbing the sole.

All you can do is shrug, glancing down at him. Met with those kind brown eyes, he offers a sympathetic look, one that’s groggy but kind. “How’s my baby?” He knows you’re thinking about the one inside you.

“I don’t know, really. I’m not worried… I guess I’m feeling impatient.”

Your husband chuckles. “You want him here already.”

Again, you shrug, smiling down at your belly. “Maybe… I just can’t wait to hold him.” Your voice is hush, as if he’s sleeping at this very second.

“I know; I’m excited to meet him.” Nodding, Jack leans in, kissing the top of your foot before switching to the other. And when he does, he takes a look around the room, noticing a few different things. More decorations have been opened and organized, more baby clothes and diapers have been put away, and the boxes and garbage from all the unwrapping has been taken care of, too.

“Oh, wow.” He murmurs, eyeing the room’s newest details and additions. “It’s looking so much better in here, baby.”

“Thanks,” You grin, shoulders lifting with glee. And then you’re turning and pointing to the crib. “Look at the little cactus stuffies!”

As soon as you say it, he’s laughing. “You’re so cute, baby.” Shaking his head, he perks up a bit, gazing between the slats of the crib. “I see ‘em.”

Looking into the empty crib, you’re suddenly worried about the memories this might bring back for him, memories of his unborn son, Rhett. But when you turn your head back to him, you see nothing but happiness and that handsome grin.

“You’re already such a good mother, honey.” And he says it so pridefully, hands sliding around your foot as he massages away your pain. “Before we know it, he’ll be here. And we’ll be starin’ at our baby instead of these cactus stuffies.” He teases, fingertips tickling your skin.

“Oh, speaking of the cactus stuffies, they came today along with some other packages.”

“What ones?” Jack inquires, eyes returning to you.

Smiling with pride, your heart flutters in your chest, knowing the finishing piece of baby Daniels’ nursery is finally here. “The sign with his name.”

A zap of excitement rushes through your husband’s system, instantly eager to hang it up above the crib. But he knows both of you need sleep, and that an easy Sunday morning will be the perfect time to do it. So, he can wait until tomorrow for that.

“I can’t wait to put that up in here.” He’s smiling so brightly that his dimple is showing, and all you want to do is cup his handsome face and kiss that little divot. “Why don’t we hang it up after breakfast, babycakes?”

“Sounds like a plan, daddy.”

Content with your response, he stands, holding out his hand. “C’mon then, sugar. Let’s get back to bed.”

“Okay, but can I show it to you first?”

“‘Course you can.”

Taking his hand, you lead him toward the closet where the sign now sits. It’s propped up against one of the doors, and you just love it. It’s the perfect size and color, the font came out just right, and the cactus accents match the ones in his crib.

“Oh wow, honey. This looks amazing.”

“It’s better than I thought it would be honestly. I didn’t know if the color would match the walls.”

“It’s gonna look so good hung up.” Jack comments, smiling. His hand tightens around your own, heart beating with affection. After all these years, he’s finally going to be a dad.

“C’mon sweetheart, let’s get you and lil’ Jay to bed.”

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Then Because She Goes

Instagram AU (volume ii)

volume i — back to masterlist — volume iii

a/n: These are far too fun make lmfao so expect more in the future maybe no promises tho

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hi hi!! 🦕 back once again!! i just love your writing :) could i get somethin where the reader is in their first mcc and their cheerleader (can’t decide on who from the cricket crew, surprise me!!) is cheering them on either from the sidelines, they’re on the same team, or on opposite teams and their cheerleader is purposely throwing to increase readers chances of winning pretty please 🦕

(also, yes, 🦕 anon)

(also sorry for request spamming)

omg no dw ab req spamming at all! and welcome to the family 🦕 anon! thank you so much for the compliment <3 ; and I love love love this prompt, hope u enjoy !!! i mixed ur req up a little bc I had to do Freddie bc he's so fucking underrated (and I'm carrying the badlinu fanfiction atm so yk) and I also wanted to include a little friendship bit w tommy, tubbo & billzo and also include freddie 💪💪 (if anyone's interested I do have a badlinu x enby oc fanfic on my wattpad [lowkeyrobin] so hehehhw)

FREDDIE BADLINU ; MCC cheerleader

summary ; freddie, although not playing in MCC, cheers you on from the sidelines while you're paired with Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo. The three also throw you some extra chances to win for the group, considering last MCC went horrible for you, and they want you to actually have fun this time!

warnings ; language, fake noxcrew drama/hate, maybe me forgetting how mcc works...

word count ; 1.5k

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Freddie sits next to you, helping you set up before you start your stream. He sets your famous y/f/c water bottle on your desk and sets some small snacks down as well, paired with a sandwich and chips.

You focus on your monitors before starting your stream with the Starting Soon screen, deciding to start earlier than everyone to just chat and then hop into MCC when your teammates join the VC. You talk with Freddie for a moment, making sure you both had snacks, water, and were comfortable in your current clothes. You begin your stream, screaming as the starting soon screen fades out, revealing you two being loud and waving hello.

"Hi chat! I'm starting before everyone else just to talk and eat for a minute!"

"And I'm here!"

"No one cares about you, Freddie!"

"Jesus, okay"

After talking for a solid half hour and eating your sandwich, and interacting with chat, your teammates began to spill into the VC.

"What the fuck is up, Pink Penises!?" Tommy screams as he joins the voice call, being the last to join.

"Jesus fucking Christ, man! Turn your volume down!" You shout, quickly removing your headphones after cringing from the ear-splitting screaming.

"Bitch, you turn your volume down!-" Tommy shouts back, cutting himself off as he hears Molly in the other room yelling at him to quiet down some, as she was trying to watch a movie. "Nevermind, I'll turn my volume down..."

You, Tubbo and Ranboo laugh, and you hop onto the MCC server, making a remark about how this would be your last MCC if you got treated like shit again. Freddie puts his earbuds in and plugs them into his phone, joining the voice chat so he could hear his friends.

"Wait, no, I remember that they said it was because you were blindly following people and you lost fair and square but when I rewatched the clip the arrows never popped up for you!" Tubbo exclaims, recalling one of the moments during Ace Race from your last MCC.

"Yes, dude!" You exclaim, meeting up with the three and crouch-greeting Quackity and Niki, who were with the Olive Ocelots with Punz and Foolish. "You can literally see frame by frame, not once did the arrows appear. It wasn't even a glitch just on my end, they just didn't show up and I dunno how! Even Sapnap defended me because they didn't show up for him either! It stopped the whole thing for 10 minutes and they still wouldn't hear me out, I just wanted to clear my name!"

"They literally said it was your fault meanwhile it was a problem on their end. The whole fucking Ace Race and Hole In The Wall were stolen from you, dude" Tommy nods, going in 3rd person to show off your matching, recolored pink skins, "Funny how the two you trained hardest for, you came in last for due to "your computer lagging/glitching and how it isn't their fault"

"I'm not even mad about it, it's the fact they kept blaming me when it's not my fault that their dumbass texture packs kept breaking" You complain, "Anyways, hopefully this goes a bit better" You lightly smile, feeling Freddie pat your shoulder. "Tommy, look at your shirt in front 3rd"

Tommy switches his pov to 3rd person front, seeing the whole front of his shirt had a large, pink penis on it, thanks to you designing the recolored skin. "You're so fucked up!" He laughs

"I'm the best, I know, I know"

Hole In The Wall had begun, Freddie being your sensei as he sat beside you, shouting out directions and strategic moves for you.

"Go to the left! Left, left, left!"

"On the right, quick, quick!"

"Dude, you got fifth! I'm so proud of you!"

Parkour Tag was next, and Freddie was being your eyes while you focused on being away from everyone else.

"Sapnap is it! He's right behind you, go up the left side!"

"How do I make that jump? That's fucking impossible"

"Crouch at the edge of that, sprint and jump, aim for the closest one, you have to go straight then like curve it"

"Oh my God, fuck yeah! See! You did it!"

"Just spam space, trust me!"

Bingo But Fast was never your strong suit so you let Freddie take a break, letting your teammates try and win that one for you. No way in hell you were gonna be able to find slime balls or an iron axe. Freddie stream sniped Ranboo, seeing their card was similar to yours, not even knowing where to find half the stuff on the map.

"Some others are lost too, they loaded the wrong map I think, you can't get some of this stuff at all on this one"

"Noxcrew..." You put on your best Batman impression, staring into your camera, "When I find you, Noxcrew, when I find you!"

Of course, all the training for Ace Race didn't go to waste, and with Freddie becoming your actual cheerleader, chanting and all, you'd ended up coming in second place.

Sky Battle was hell, and it was basically only you and Tommy after Tubbo got himself nearly insta-killed and Ranboo made the bad idea to try and take on Philza.

The rest of MCC remained with the pink haired boy behind you acting as your cheerleader and helping you out a bit. But, he also made sure you were drinking enough water and weren't getting too stressed out or getting a little gamer raged, considering it wouldn't be good for your mental health.

"Drink the damn water, you're screaming your voice away"

"Nuh uh" You say as you chug down at least half of the refilled bottle.

As Dodgebolt came around, you and the rest of your team were stressed. You had to win against the Olive Ocelots, because a little Twitter drama happened due to your big mouth shit talking Ranboo for the bit. You really just didn't wanna pay them a hundred dollars today, not after that shit loss in Sands Of Time. You swore the other teams were playing shit over the fiasco of last MCC, but Tommy, Tubbo, Freddie and Ranboo all agreed that you were just fucking cracked at Minecraft this afternoon.

Over the course of the stream, Freddie had stolen some sunglasses for you, a Valentines Day stream prop, and had been wearing them for nearly an hour, and he, in boredom, found a pink sharpie and used it to draw a giant dick on your forehead. Tubbo did the same with a washable marker he had laying around, and you guys started a little cult in between games, trying to summon Ranboo and Tommy into it.

You turn around to Freddie, apparently your coach now, "What do you say, Coach?" You ask him, referencing every football movie ever.

"Center left-field, defense on right" He answers.

"What?- Dude, MCC, not American football!" Tubbo exclaims, jumping all over your screen as to speak to Freddie.

The two of you laugh, and you turn back to him. "What's the plan, who should I aim for, Fred?"

"Okay, I think Tommy should go for Foolish because it's a little obvious, and make sure you're the first out! Ranboo and Tubbo could go for either Niki or Punz, and leave Y/n for Quackity. Leave it obvious the first round but totally mix up the strategy"

"Hear that, Tommy? Be quick, shithead"

"I got it, I got it"

The first to three of five wins, and sadly, it wasn't Pink Penises, although it would've been a win to remember.

Freddie stands up and wraps you in a hug anyways, whispering compliments into your ear as you smile.

"Much more fun than last time, yeah?"

You nod.

"We got fuckin second?" Tommy looks almost shocked, not realizing you'd lost the final round.

"We got second place! Hell yeah!" Tubbo smiles, throwing his hands in the air

"Second is the first losers, Tubbo!" Tommy shouts

"Shut up Tommy, you're just a sore second place winner because Y/n carried the whole team, take the L" Ranboo remarks with a smug look, seeing you and Freddie cheering yourself on and dancing over the video call.

After the group had muted and calmed down some, you turn to Freddie and hug him. He warmly accepts the gesture, seeing you a little teary eyed.

"Thanks for being my coach, man, I'm gonna miss you"

He catches onto the bit, sniffling as he nods, "You'll always be a star, don't stop dreaming, man"

You guys dramatically hug again, wailing and sobbing as you do so.

"Why the fuck are they wailing?"

"I swear to God, do you not use your ears?"

"I just undefaned to say goodbye!"

"Use your psychopathic powers, Tommy"

"What!?"

"That's psychological, Tubbo"

"Psychology powers, use them!"

"I'm leaving, fuck all of you and fuck you Ranboo for losing the last round"

"That wasn't even my faul- He's gone"

"I've never watched an American football movie, should I?" Tubbo asks.

You and Freddie quickly turn to your setup, shouting in unison.

"Nope!"

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt preferences #mcyt x reader #tommyinnit x reader #mcyt oneshot #ranboo x reader #badlinu x reader #freddie badlinu x reader #freddie badlinu #badlinu oneshot #tubbo x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader

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My reactions to Evangelion, episode 15: Lies and Silence

Before I begin, I was thinking about it this morning and I'm wondering if NERV is indeed trying to bring on the apocalypse (and to create an Eden for fetus Adam to live in) and the Angels are in fact the good guys trying to stop them. There's a lot of talk about saving humanity but it kind of seems to me like the second impact was due to humans killing an Angel, who then exploded? It makes me wonder what kind of research they were doing on that Arctic base (Antarctic?) Idk, but to me it seems like humanity as a whole has not been in danger from the Angels: it's just NERV. But I'm also kind of hung up on the Instrumentality part of the Human Instrumentality project. Instrumental for what?

Anyway, I'll keep wondering on it, but I'm going to start the episode.

"Every project is interlinked"

is the first time we're hearing about the Marduk institute?

Oh, okay. So it sounds like the Human Instrumentality project is about trying to find kids to pilot the Evangelions. That makes sense. They are the instruments in piloting the Evas. So perhaps Adam has been genetically engineered to be the perfect pilot.

Asuka! Oh my gosh! Girl who cried wolf!

Shinji has been preoccupied with Rei since that thing happened in Unit 0, maybe?

Asking Rei for advice on how to talk to his own dad. Poor kid

He's comparing Rei to a mother. IS SHE A CLONE OF HIS MOTHER. Also, he's so awkward.

Or maybe she's a robot with his mother's personality inside. Oooooooh.

When Asuka asked to borrow Misato's lavender perfume my first thought was of Love Spell.

Oh, he's going to see his mother tomorrow! She's alive and also apparently negligent.

I'm chuckling because my first thought on seeing Kaji was, "You couldn't even shave for your friend's wedding?" and then Misato got on him for the same thing lol.

Nope, his mom is actually dead.

That's a very stark cemetery.

So he can't remember her face, there are no photographs that exist, the grave is just a facade... So mysterious.

"I see." What an ass.

I didn't know Shinji played an instrument! And so beautifully!

Shinji is so sweet and positive. I just love him so much.

Ritsuko's comment on transistasis and homeostasis has me thinking about the potential that NERV is trying to force human evolution. Perhaps they want to create a symbiotic relationship with the Evas? I don't know about that... Trying to evolve them to be compatible with technology? Space travel? Is the planet doomed?

Kaji is such a smooth talker.

Yeah, kiss her. That'll shut her up.

Asuka, Jesus Christ. Mocking Shinji about his dead mom to bully him into kissing you. Girl, please.

I'm wheezing! He turned fuschia!

Is it because he couldn't breathe? Omg

Asuka... Sweetheart... You're just repeating his warning back to him.

I wonder if Asuka realizing Misato and Kaji have a thing is going to interfere with her ability to complete her next mission.

There's the central dogma! Rei's in a tube hooked up to what looks like a metal brain.

Okay, so I'm thinking about how when Shinji was in Unit 0 he was like, "Oh, it's Rei. Wait, that's not-" and then creepy Rei looked up at him and jumped towards him and that is when Unit 0 flipped out and started trying to get to the real Rei. So I am thinking there are perhaps multiple people inside Rei (this is also influenced by the fact that when I was looking up to see if ep. 14 was a recap episode I saw it mentioned that Rei is schizophrenic. However, I'm not sure I believe she's actually schizophrenic. I kind of think she is actually harboring another person and that it's Shinji's mother.)

OHHHHHHHHHHHHH ADAM IS THE FIRST ANGEL?

I had kind of wondered if there was an Angel inside the facility. I had initally assumed there would be one kept top secretly but they kept saying how they needed to catch one for research so I was like, "Oh, maybe not, but that's weird that they wouldn't have on after all this time." Especially with everything they seem to know about them. I figured it had to be they either created them or were studying them.

In Closing

I'm so excited! Mysteries are starting to come to light!

Okay, let me see if I can organize my current theories:

Rei might be an imprint Shinji's mother - possibly she's an android, possibly just a person with an especially impressionable brain. But I think that there's Rei the girl and then also the additional personality/ies if this is the case.

NERV is going to perhaps force human evolution using genetic engineering. Or, they might be planning an apocalypse. The Angels may be trying to stop this from happening. I really have no idea.

I just considered that given the ages of the children and the timeline of the second impact, is it possible that children who were in-utero/ conceived around or after that time have some kind of Angel influence within their DNA? Like some kind of radiation? Could this be why only kids can operate the Evas? Are Angels neccessary for the next phase of whatever NERV has planned?

I feel like there's more but I want to hurry up and get to the next episode, so bye.

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Omg I am so in love with the dynamic anomthoby and 2022 reader have. Would it be too much to ask for a scenario where she’s stays and he proposes to her in their usual banter type of way? Keep up the good work and stay healthy!!

Confessions

Series: Time Travel au

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x f!reader

Word count: 2.7k

A/N: I’m combining this with a similar request I got in the comments of the last part I posted “What about one where 2022 reader reveals she’s from the future to Anthony and his family and their reactions?”

This is just more fluff, I love these two too much to make it very angsty.

Oh, and if there’s more that you’d like to see from this AU please send me a request!

This is a continuation of the first part of this au which you can find here. And in the same universe as this drabble.

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“What’d you say?” Anthony asks.

“We can’t elope,” You reiterate as you take Anthony’s hands in yours. Squeezing them lightly as you pull them into your chest. The hopeful glimmer in his eyes almost convinces you to say yes, to fall completely into the madness that takes over you when you’re with him, and just go for it.

But you know you can’t. You can’t let him do this to himself.

You can’t help but love him. The way that he makes you feel, the fact that he respects you, sees you as his equal, but also cares for you is so new, but feels so…right.

Getting married at all seems insane. Getting married to someone you’ve only known for a month? You’ve fallen headlong into crazy. If you were in your normal life, your old life, this would be enough to have your friends ready to stage an intervention. But it’s perfectly normal here. It’s expected.

And there is a very real, terrifying part of you that desperately wants to say yes.

Anthony stares at you for a beat.

“You don’t want to marry me?” He asks slowly.

You can see him starting to turn in on himself, the seed of doubt at your return of his affections growing exponentially behind his eyes in real time.

“Jesus Christ, Anthony! First of all, that’s not what I’m saying. And second of all, you didn’t even ask me!” You nearly shout at him, desperate to reassure him that you feel the same way about him. But also reminding him that you need time to think and to process.

You sigh.

“Ant, I think I’m in love with you, but we’ve only known each other for a month, I’m not going to run away with you,” You tell him plainly. “What would your family think?”

“They would-” He starts to argue before you cut him off.

“Your mother would kill us both, and you know it,” You tell him with a hard look. “I don’t want to die and I certainly don’t want you to either. So let’s go about this reasonably, okay?”

“Fine, if we stay, and have an entirely unnecessary engagement,” He offers, already looking annoyed at the idea of putting of what he feels like is the obvious next step. “Then would you agree to marry me?”

“This is insane,” You sigh as you close your eyes, shaking your head. Maybe you hit your head when you turned up here because you’d have to be brain-damaged to accept a marriage proposal like this. “But yeah, apparently I’ve gone completely crazy ever since I got here, so of course I’ll marry you,” You tell him, a smile spreading across your face.

Anthony grins as he cups your face in his hands and pulls you forward to kiss him.

He kisses you with so much fervor that you nearly forget everything else.

Nearly.

You want to stay. You can’t explain it, but you can’t imagine your life without him anymore.

And Anthony doesn’t know.

He doesn’t know that you’re not from this time. How do you even begin to explain that to someone?

Or that you tried to get back to your own time, that you have no idea how you’d gotten here in the first place, but that you’d paced around the Briarly’s back garden for hours, day after day wondering if there was any way to get home.

But now you could hardly imagine going back. Sure there were things, people especially, that you missed, your family and friends, but you have new friends, and now it seemed you might have a new family as well.

But you need to be honest with him. To tell him what little you do understand about how you arrived in this time and place.

You break away.

“Anthony, I need to tell you something,” You tell him. “Before you decide to marry me there’s something you need to know.”

“What is the matter?” Anthony asks as he takes your face into his hands, his eyes tracing along the furrow of your brow as he realizes suddenly how troubled you look.

“I’m not from here. When I say that what I really mean is that I’m not from this time,” You try to explain. “Literally.”

“I woke up here. I’m from the year twenty-twenty-two,” You don’t want to scare Anthony off, I mean, that is truly the last thing you want to happen, so you try to keep your voice even and calm as you state the facts of your situation for him.

“I remember being in my house, my real home, and the next second I was lying flat on my back in what I later found out was Lady Briarly’s garden, a completely different part of the world, in a completely different year.”

Anthony just stares at you, his eyes searching your own as you just look back at him with a small, semi-believable reassuring smile on your face.

“Please say something,” You finally ask as you break the awful silence between you, not being able to bear it any longer.

You had been so happy just a few minutes ago, and now you can’t help the feeling of dread that beings to prickle at your stomach.

“Is this some sort of joke?” Anthony asks slowly.

“God, of course not,” You reassure him quickly. “I’m being one hundred percent serious.”

“And you’re not mad?” He asks.

You shake your head. “I’m not crazy, I know women are institutionalized for all sorts of ridiculous things during most of history, this time period included, but I need you to believe me. I’m not crazy.”

“You can ask Lady Briarly,” You add. “She’s happy to corroborate my story.”

“Right, of course,” He replies with a nod. “Ahhh…” He trails off.

“If you need time to think or process alone that’s totally fine,” You tell him. “But I’m here if you have any questions.”

“I will give you leave,” He finally tells you. “Good night, (Y/N).”

“Goodnight,” You call after him.

You stand there as you watch him leave. He never turns once to look back at you. And you try not to let that pierce your heart.

“You and Miss (Y/L/N) have been looking very cozy as of late,” Benedict teases his older brother as Anthony takes a seat in the chair across from where Benedict is standing at his easel.

“I think she might be mad,” Anthony blurts out. “That or she really does not want to marry me.”

“Well she’s always seemed a bit odd,” Benedict replies, though he never takes his eyes off the canvas in front of him. “Outside of the fact that she puts up with you, of course.”

“Very funny,” Anthony replies with a roll of his eyes as he slumps down in the chair even more. “No, I tried to get her to elope with me last night.”

“Anthony!” Benedict hisses as his eyes snap up from his work, wide with surprise as he stares at his brother in abject horror.

“Yes, yes, but then she started trying to tell me all this madness about being from the future and traveling through time,” Anthony continues.

Benedict considers what he said for a moment.

“She is very forward thinking, perhaps that is what she meant?” “That’s what I thought too, but she insisted that she’s from the future,” Anthony replies.

“Oh dear,” Benedict murmurs.

“She said Lady Briarly would corroborate her story,” Anthony adds.

“Well, what did Lady Briarly say when you asked her?” Benedict asks him.

“(Y/N) just told me last night,” Anthony admits as he glances over at his brother. Desperate for some kind of advice, some suggestion of what to do. “I haven’t had a chance to speak with either of them again.”

“Well, I believe mother sent them an invitation to tea today. So perhaps you’ll get your chance to find out the truth this afternoon,” Benedict informs him. “Your soon-to-be fiancée is mad, oh Anthony, now it all makes sense,” He adds with a chuckle.

“Don’t you have some fruit to paint or something?” Anthony snaps as he stands from his chair, pushing out of the room, already regretting his attempt to confide in his brother.

“Lady Briarly, oh it’s so good to see you both!” Violet Bridgerton greets you warmly.

You smile nervously at her. You’re already nervous about being in her presence given what Anthony asked of you last night, but after the bomb you dropped on him right after, you’re even more nervous, about what he might say or do now, in the presence of his entire family.

You want to trust that he’ll believe you. But honestly, if it hadn’t happened to you, you wouldn’t be very likely to believe someone if they told you a story like that.

“It’s delightful to see you as well, Lady Bridgerton,” Lady Briarly greets her in return.

You almost stick out your hand to shake Lady Bridgerton’s, entirely on instinct which Lady Briarly quickly and discreetly bats back down.

“It’s so good to see you again, Lady Bridgerton,” You say as you smile at her.

“Lady Briarly, might I have a word?” Anthony asks as he joins your group. His eyes flicker to your own for a moment, but you can’t seem to get a read on what he’s thinking at all which does nothing to quell the nerves in your stomach.

“Of course, my dear,” She replies as she allows him to escort her out of the room.

“Then you must join me and meet Anthony’s sisters,” Lady Bridgerton says as she crosses your arm with hers and leads you over to the seating area where the rest of the Bridgerton siblings are sitting.

Anthony clears his throat as he turns back to face Lady Briarly once they’re alone in the hallway. “Lady Briarly, I’m not sure if you’re aware, but Miss (Y/L/N) has informed me of her…”

“Her story, yes, she told me this morning,” Lady Briarly supplies with an understanding smile.

“Ah, and she said that you would be happy to explain what happened to me,” Anthony adds with a sigh of relief. At least now he can get to the bottom of this without worrying that he himself has gone mad as well.

“Of course, I can only imagine how challenging this must be for you, I mean, when it happened to us I think we all thought we’d gone mad,” Lady Briarly admits with a half-hearted chuckle.

When she sees how serious, and frankly, how nervous Anthony looks she clears her own throat and nods.

“She appeared in the garden one day while my son was playing. He’s only seven of course, but in all honestly, he does not have the imagination to come up with this kind of tale. He was playing and suddenly she appeared. When she woke up she had no idea where she was or how she’d gotten here,” Lady Briarly explains to him.

“She’s just as sane as you and I,” Lady Briarly adds.

“And you just… took her in? A complete stranger?” Anthony asks in confusion.

“Well she had nowhere else to go,” Lady Briarly explains. “She was so scared and confused when it first happened, and even now there are times where it all overwhelms her. She doesn’t fit in because she knows nothing about our world. Think about how lonely she must feel. That’s why I was so glad she found you, Lord Bridgerton.”

“I want you both to be happy, but I know I cannot force you to believe me, or to believe her, but I also want you to ask yourself why she would lie about this?” She asks. “She took a great risk by telling you her story, a story that could land her in the papers, or worse, an asylum if the tale got out. Which means she must trust you a great deal. So what are you going to do with all that trust?”

Anthony considers Lady Briarly for a moment, and then her words.

“You’ve certainly given me a great deal to think about Lady Briarly, thank you for your candor, but I think I’ve already made my decision,” He tells her. “Shall we return to the others?”

“Are you going to marry Anthony?” Hyacinth asks you suddenly.

“Hyacinth!” Lady Bridgerton exclaims, unprepared for the sudden outburst from her youngest.

“What? Why else would she be here?” Hyacinth asks her mother.

You have to hold in your laughter at the precociousness of Anthony’s little sister. Maybe there isn’t very much difference between your time and this, after all, an outspoken girl like Hyacinth would fit right in in the 21st century.

“You cannot ask people questions like that, it’s not polite,” Lady Bridgerton chastises her.

“It’s quite alright, she has every right to be curious,” You tell her with a wink. “And I have every right not to answer a personal question like that.”

Hyacinth deflates slightly with your refusal to entertain her impertinent questioning and runs off to find one of her brothers once she realizes she’s not going to get the answers she wants out of you.

When Lady Briarly and Anthony rejoin the group you move to stand so that you can speak with Anthony, you know he’ll have more questions for you, and you’d rather get it over with if you’re being completely honest.

But before you can make your way over to him he’s clearing his throat, garnering the attention of his family.

“I have an announcement I’d like to make,” He tells them all as you stand in the middle of the group, staring back at him with wide eyes.

“I have asked Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N) to marry me, and she said yes,” He tells them as he steps towards you before lacing his fingers with your own.

“Oh my!” Lady Bridgerton exclaims as she stands from her seat abruptly.

“I’m so happy for you both,” She gushes as she pulls you both into tight hugs. “I know you’ll make each other very happy.”

“I’m just glad Anthony agreed to have the wedding here,” You tell her with a smile as she presses her lips to your cheek.

“What do you mean?” She asks as she steps back from you, looking at you quizzically.

“Well, he wanted to elope,” You admit before Anthony can stop you.

“Anthony Bridgerton!” She nearly shouts as she whips her head towards her son.

“But we didn’t! We won’t!” Anthony is quick to add in a futile attempt to avoid his mother’s wrath.

“You certainly will not!” Lady Bridgerton hisses. “Do you want to kill me?!”

“Look what you’ve done,” Anthony hisses in your ear.

“I’m sorry, I forgot that was scandalous!” You whisper back, though you can’t quite stop yourself from laughing quietly at the hilarity of it all.

“You can’t keep feigning ignorance on everything forever, my dear,” He tells you as his mother seems to recover slightly from the shock and pulls Lady Briarly aside to start making plans.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” You tell him with a smug smile.

“I didn’t think you’d accept everything this easily,” You admit as you turn to face him properly.

“In the end, it all seemed quite simple when Lady Briarly laid it out. You trusted me, and I trust you, what else is there?” Anthony tells you.

“As long as you promise to stay here with me, that’s all that I care about,” He adds as he takes your hands in his. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” You tell him as you grin up at him.

You can’t say you’ve ever felt so incandescently happy. And you can certainly get used to this feeling.

“Are you certain that you don’t want to elope?” Anthony asks.

“Anthony!” Both you and Lady Bridgerton shout.

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css-wwii1945 · 2 months

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This scene…

And here is a clip of it if you can’t remember:

(I had to speed it up a little bc the scene was too long to post)

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macontheweb · 3 months

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I don’t want to be a hater in the reblogs, but omg a post just crossed my dash that basically said “ew if you like m/f smut you’re weird” and jesus christ I’m begging that person and all the people reblogging to watch The X Files because that post would never have got numbers if people had just seen the cemetery in the rain scene or the baseball scene or the episode where they got stuck in the woods overnight. Please.

Also, bi erasure is boring. Do better!

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JESUS F CHRIST BESTIE DROP THE LINK NOW BEFORE I DIE

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GETAWAY CAR — rockstar!e.m. x f!reader

CHAPTER FOUR: TWO NOTES AND A HEART DOWN

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✦ summary: in which eddie takes you for a trip down memory lane and you finally read the note. (wc: 9.4k+)

✦ warnings — ANGSTANGSTANGST, argument </33, yelling, crying, mentions of sa (nothing happens) like its not brought up AT ALL it's insinuated like the tiniest bit, mean!eddie, kinda asshole-ish? pining and slowburn, strong language!, mentions of alc*hol and drg use and a toxic/ab*sive relationship, food!!

✦ pairings — rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader, past billy hargrove x fem!reader, eddie munson x chrissy cunningham

✦ authors note — sorry for the wait but i hope a 9.4k chapter makes up for it omg! also feel free to chat with me in the asks abt this series (and anything tbh) pls!! not proof-read pls ignore mistakes!! ive been struggling with this chapter A LOT. its not at all how i wanted to write it but i was just tired of holding it off :// so hope u guys enjoy and this is like the last fluffy chapter lmao its all angst from here on (well kinda)

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His nose skimmed against yours, a mere breath away from the temptation of your soft lips, everything you’ve been wanting on the tip of your fingers.

But you couldn’t do that. It didn’t matter if he was sorry or if it was casual. Chrissy still existed. And he still kissed her in front of you.

Friends, is what he promised. And this was going to ruin it.

“Please, look at me,” he pleaded, you could hear the desperation in his voice. Your eyes blinked open slowly, how close he was to you had your eyes widened.

"I-I don't even know what's wrong with me," he breathed out. "I feel like...I feel like I'm losing my goddamn mind, and I don’t even know what just happened,” he said in a strained voice.

“I-I just… I look at you, and I’m absolutely terrified.” He gulped. “It terrifies me that—” He stopped himself before he could spew out more.

It terrifies me how much I would do for you, he wishes to say, but he doesn’t, he can’t.

“I can’t—we shouldn’t be doing this." He stammered, quick to lean away from you.

“I-I know” You agreed hesitantly, because you knew this was a bad idea. But your stomach burned at the thought that he wanted to not kiss you because of Chrissy. Was he actually going to be with her now? Did he lie about things being casual?

“Do you…” You took a deep breath, “do you like her?” Your voice was strained, it was barely above a whisper, but Eddie heard you loud and clear.

Your heart rate picked up quicker than you intended it to, you leaned further away from him, your mouth flooded with a bitter taste.

“No!” His eyes widened, he answered it so quickly that the idea that he was lying sank further into you.

“No, I-I don’t know… I just-” He breathed. “We agreed to being friends… We should keep it that way, and I can’t keep doing this,” he stammered. “I need to stop hanging on to the past.”

“but, fuck. Each time, I try to, you just… prevent it!” He admitted, without realizing the weight his words held, your brows pinched quickly.

“I prevent it?” You enunciated with an exasperated chuckle.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” you mumbled under your breath as your body turned away from him, elbows holding onto the edge of the pool as you swiftly lifted yourself up.

Eddie just looked at you, baffled. “Do you realize how unbelievable you are?” You spat, looking down on him with your hair still wet and your dress uncomfortably stuck to your body.

“What are you talking about?” He gave you a puzzled look.

“Nevermind,” you huffed, facing away from him.

Eddie groaned, following you as he exited the pool swiftly. “Why do you even care?” He asked, breathless. Taking another step closer toward you.

“I don’t,” you lied with a gulp. You were a bad liar. And Eddie knew that.

“You don’t?” He narrowed his gaze, giving you a second chance to open up, but he knew you were too stubborn.

“I don’t.”

He huffed. “Fine.”

“That…” He paused, “was a mistake.” You could feel that horrible ache in your chest return. Sure it was a bad idea, but a mistake?

Did he really hate you that much?

“What does that mean?” You swallowed hard. Your heart was breaking the more he spoke, you wanted nothing more than to shut him up.

“It means we-I shouldn’t have done that,” he corrected himself with a tinge of disappointment in his tone. But what exactly did he mean by that? Did he mean that the almost-kiss was a mistake because it could ruin your potential friendship? Or did he mean it in a way that suggested he liked Chrissy?

Those words were enough to have your heart drop into your gut; your whirlwind of thoughts were mocking you, the idea that Eddie had a chance of liking her was eating away at you, and all you could do was stand there and watch it all unravel.

You parted your lips to speak, but all that could come out was a weak mutter of, “okay.” You turned your back on him quickly, picking up your jacket from the ground. You put it on in a struggle, fighting back the tears that were pricking your eyes.

“What are you doing?” He asked with a puzzled look, and you refused to look back at him before your feet picked up. He didn’t seem to realize why his answer truly crushed you.

“I-I’m going home.” Your voice was barely audible; there was a lump sitting in your throat, causing your breathing to stammer.

“With what exactly?” He huffed, following behind you.

“I don’t know,” you muttered with a roll of your eyes. “I’ll figure it out… I always do, don’t I?” You shrugged.

“Don’t be ridiculous, I won’t let you walk alone like this. You could catch a cold, or something could happen to you, Pinky." His voice was laced with concern, brows furrowed as he hurried to your side.

“I don’t care,” you muttered with an emotionless expression.

“I do!”

“Do you?”

“Of course I do!” He spat. “Please, don’t do something stupid and reckless. I can take you home,” he mumbled with a huff. There was no fucking way he’d let you walk home alone.

“And I have a towel in my car,” he added, you slightly huffed. It was chilly, your dress was soaking, and he was right. There was no way you could get home without him. At least until you were willing to freeze off or get hauled by whatever was roaming in the forest.

You followed him to the car with a simple nod, Eddie still failed to notice why you had gotten so upset, not realizing the implications his words held.

By the time you got into the car, you were shivering, faintly muttering a ‘Thanks’ to Eddie as he wrapped the towel around you, brows creasing with worry, but he didn’t know what to say to you.

Usually, he wouldn’t have let it go; he would’ve tried to get it out of you and ask you if you were okay, but when you were this upset, it was no use.

The ride was silent except for the faint sound of Eddie’s mixtape filling the space between the two of you. He had asked if you had anything specific you wanted to listen to, but you shut him off with a faint shake of your head.

Your heart was aching. Like he had just ripped open your chest and taken it without a care, not noticing how tight he had been squeezing and releasing it. As if he were toying with it.

And you felt nauseous. You weren’t sure if it was because you didn’t get a chance to eat all day or because of that mocking thought in your head that told you that Eddie wanted Chrissy.

Once your stomach grumbled, your question was quickly answered, your cheeks heated up as you crossed your arms against your chest in an attempt to shut it up. Eddie gave you a slight chuckle. “Munchies?” He chuckled. “Do you wanna get something to eat?” He asked with a reassuring smile.

“I just wanna go home,” you grumbled as your gaze refused to meet his. “C’mon,” he muttered with a huff. “Do you even have anything to eat at home?” He asked all-knowingly. You shook your head, you didn’t; your fridge was empty; it was late, so you couldn’t get any groceries; not to mention, your messy kitchen was in no condition to cook.

“Are burgers still your favorite food?” Your face unintentionally lit up at that; he was definitely thinking about Benny’s, and your mouth-watered just at the idea of their cheeseburgers.

“Benny’s?” You asked with an involuntary smile on your cheeks, and Eddie swallowed a deep breath. That curve of your goddamn plump lips was driving him crazy.

“Yeah, do you want to go?” He muttered slowly. “O-okay,” you mumbled.

First the Wheeler House, then Billy’s stupid camaro, then the pool, this goddamn van, that mixtape, and now Benny's... this whole day had been a nostalgic mind fuck for you. You couldn’t complain, though; no matter how upset his words made you, you were still so pathetically happy to spend some time with him, ecstatic that he didn’t let you go.

And so was Eddie. That’s why he had been holding his tongue back; he wanted to know why you cared so much about Chrissy. Sure, what she did with Billy was horrible. But it didn’t make sense. There had to be something he didn’t know.

By the time you guys arrived at Benny's, it was past midnight, so, the place wasn’t packed, of course, but surprisingly, there were still a lot of tables besides the two of you. Eddie let out an ‘Aha!’ sound once his eyes caught the booth that was nestled in the corner.

The same one the two of you always shared. The white light loomed over its padded, dark maroon seat, and you slid onto it with a huff. Your senses were immediately greeted by the mouthwatering aroma of toasted buns. The air was infused with a disgusting smell of frying oil, but all of it smelled irresistible to your growling stomach.

Once the two of you got situated, Benny was quick to rush to your side. “Welcome to Benny’s, what can I get you—”

"Oh my god!" Benny's eyes widened, his face breaking into a wide grin. "Didn't expect to see you! Jesus, how long has it been?" He chuckled, his memory working overtime.

A smile adorned your face, Benny had always been nice to you and to Eddie, giving you one too many free meals, always telling you that it was not an issue despite your protests, knowing of your absentee parents, just like the rest of the town did.

“Very long,” you added with a chuckle, “missed your cheeseburgers.” You pouted.

"Yeah?" Benny's excitement was palpable. "Mmhmm, nowhere in New York does it as good as Benny's," you hummed sweetly.

"Now, you're just butterin' me up!" Benny dismissed with a chuckle, eliciting a warm smile from you.

"But, New York, huh?" Benny inquired, raising an intrigued brow. "I've seen this one around, a lot, even last week." His finger pointed toward Eddie, prompting your brows to furrow.

Last week?

“So that's why you weren’t with him.” He added, realization dawning on his face. Eddie was quick to shoot a painful gaze toward you, one that almost said, ‘no, she wasn’t with me because she left me’, You didn’t know how it was possible to share a language just through your shared gaze, but it had you physically gulping.

“Uh-uh, yeah,” you mumbled, your gaze avoiding Eddie’s.

“I gotta say though…” He leaned down, almost like he was telling the two of you a secret, “It’s really nice seeing the two of you together, again.” Benny said with a sly smirk.

“‘Bout damn time y’all got together,” He teased further.

Your eyes widened in unison, both sets of cheeks warming before you spoke up.

“Oh, no—” You were quick to dismiss with your hands.

“We’re not—” Eddie joined in your protests.

“So, what can I get for you, lovebirds?” He hummed casually, ignoring both of your protests. Your eyes locked before both of you shyly avoided each other’s gaze. “The usual?”

“Uh-uh, yeah," Eddie grumbled, suddenly more interested in the wooden table.

When Benny turned toward you, “same for her, but with extra pickles.” Eddie said almost automatically, your brows pinched together and Eddie mentally cursed himself, “I-I mean… if that’s still your order…” His words smushed together, cheeks quick to heat crimson red.

“It-it is," you mumbled.

“Alright, comin’ right up,” he threw a wink at the two of you, clueless of the awkwardness apparent in the air.

It was stupid, all this back and forth all day. You weren’t kids anymore; you should have been able to just be friends and hang out, not fight. Yet, somehow, it had spiraled into a seemingly impossible situation.

Talking it out wasn’t going to do anything. If the two of you wanted any chance to salvage whatever your relationship was, you needed to talk about the bigger picture; everything needed to be spilled out. But neither of you wanted to do that.

Unspoken feelings were lingering, and none of you knew when they would boil over. Both of you desperately wanted to cling to the promise of being friends and make the most of it.

There were a lot of things you could say to him; you could choose to talk about Chrissy, you could choose to talk about L.A.; hell, you could choose to talk about his nerdy game, but your curiosity got the best of you, and before you could help it, the words spilled out of your mouth. “What were you doing here last week?”

Eddie was almost taken aback by your question, not expecting you to be curious about him again after icing him out for so long. “I like coming here,” he shrugged. “Whenever I’m in Hawkins, I drop by, you know, to write some stuff.”

“Here?” Your face scrunched, finding it hard to believe that a greasy diner could ever be inspiring.

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “most of our second album was produced in this bad boy.”

"Are you serious?” Your brows raised, “and the rest of the band is just okay following you here?" You narrowed your gaze playfully, your hands finding a resting place on the worn wooden table.

Eddie’s mouth twitched with a smile. “Yeah, actually, they’ve gotten pretty used to it,” he confessed, “you-uh… I don’t know if you ever got to listen to the second one-”

"I did," you interrupted, voice resolute.

“Y-you did?”

“Of course.”

Eddie hesitated before asking, "What did you think of it?"

“Great record, are you kidding me? It had such a unique sound… You know, like, a timeless quality that makes it stand out?” You said excitedly, and he nodded with a raised brow, “that much?” He asked hesitantly.

“I’m not kidding, Eddie. You know how I don’t pull punches with music; if it wasn’t good, I’d tell you in a heartbeat.”

"Which one's your favorite?" Eddie asked, his curiosity piqued.

You pondered for a second before answering, "oh, definitely Aurora!"

Eddie's shaggy bangs fell onto his forehead as he leaned closer, listening intently. "I mean, 'I just kinda died for you, you just kinda stared at me' is genius," you said, your voice filled with admiration. You didn't dare look him in the eyes.

"And really, really sad," you continued, a hint of melancholy in your tone. "The idea that you could give the whole world to someone, to the point where you describe it as dying, and they don’t even see it... it sounds awfully painful." You gulped, your eyes fixed on the worn wooden table. You weren’t stupid; you knew why it was named Aurora; you knew what the lyrics were alluding to.

His car. The same car that the two of you drove around in. The same car drove the two of you out of Hawkins.

You knew he liked you way before he let you on, and you wish you knew.

Maybe if you weren’t dating that douchebag, maybe if Eddie said something sooner, maybe if everything that happened when the two of you left didn’t happen… Maybe just maybe, the two of you’d be together now.

Maybe if the timing was just right, it wouldn’t be like this; he wouldn’t have whatever he had with Chrissy. You wouldn’t have been in New York.

But what were you supposed to say? What could you say that would change all of this? Even if you told him about what Chrissy did, even if you explained why you had to leave him in L.A., there was no use. The truth couldn't turn back time. You two had ventured down different paths, and it was painfully evident.

He wasn’t the Eddie you knew, and you weren’t the Pinky he knew; it was too fucking late.

Eddie's mouth hung open in surprise; he hadn't expected you to delve into the song's meaning like this. Aurora was one of the heaviest songs he had ever written, and he held a special attachment to it. The label and the rest of the band had embraced it, which was surprising since they usually rejected his heartbreak songs, wanting more of that unbridled rage.

He didn’t answer you; there was a weird tension between the two of you again, so you diffused it with, “but kinda lame that you decided to name a song after your car,” while eyeing Eddie to gauge his reaction.

Eddie chuckled. “Oh, bite me,” he teased, "but yeah, that one was also written here, in that same spot you were sitting.”

“Shut up!” You said, hand playfully reaching out to nudge him.

"And to your question... I can't tell you why I was here last week," Eddie confessed, his voice carrying a hint of mystery.

Your stomach twisted at that, and you didn't know how many more punch-in-the-gut revelations you could handle today. "Why- uhh- why not?" You asked hesitantly, your words stuttering over simple syllables.

"Because then I'd be spoiling the note, dummy," he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

A deep breath of relief escaped your stomach, and you chuckled. God, he was a douche. "Wait... so does that mean... I have a song in my pocket?"

"Not exactly."

"I'm the first one to see it, huh?" You asked excitedly, hand teasingly dipping into your pocket.

"You and the rest of the band," Eddie huffed, offering a sheepish grin.

You gave him a quick glare. “You know I could leak this to the press and make millions, right? No more dealing with rude customers, and no more nine to five hours stuck in a record shop?”

He narrowed his gaze. "You can't get shit for that," he mockingly retorted.

"What?" You frowned.

"Yeah, it's basically like the first chorus and some gibberish notes, it's worthless," Eddie explained.

You pouted. "Aww, damn it."

"I'm kidding, I'm excited to read it,” you reassured with a wink, “you know… Maybe I could give you some notes on it? Review it?" You suggested.

“Didn’t know you were a musician.”

“Rude!” You huffed, “I may not be a musician, rockstar. But I sell records for a living. I can promise you, I listened to many more records than you did this year.” You said with a playful smirk.

"How's that like?" Eddie asked curiously, his deep brown eyes resembling longing and curiosity.

You leaned back against the cushioned booth, letting out a wistful sigh. "Working at a record store? A rollercoaster,” you chuckled, “lame in some ways, but also incredibly fascinating. New York's a whole different world compared to Hawkins."

Eddie couldn't help but study your face as you spoke. He noticed the faint traces of insecurity in the way you held yourself—an air of loneliness that came with moving away from everyone you knew and your family leaving you.

"But also, it took me a while to get used to it," you continued. "Nancy and Jonathan used to visit me a lot; they've really helped me adjust.”

“And you know, of course, Robin and Steve, too,” you murmured.

Eddie’s brows shot up at that. So everyone but him.

It was a sting he couldn't quite shake, burning at his skin, that you decided to abandon him but were fine with everyone else, including Steve.

Your absence in his life had left a void he couldn't fill, ever.

Yet, here you were, replacing him like it was nothing.

Eddie knew he had no right to be jealous; you two were just friends, right? But it ate away at him; that feeling seeped through him, even though you were never his to begin with.

His face burned, and his jaw clenched involuntarily. He could almost feel the taste of bitter jealousy in his mouth, considering how it was overtaking his senses. “Steve?” He questioned; gaze seeping through you, an unbrittled rage ready to tip at any moment.

You didn’t seem to notice it, though. For someone who was usually very perceptive, it flew right by you—that slight tick in his jaw, the way his fists curled, the storm raging beneath the surface.

“Yeah,” you murmured, his head turned away from you, gaze fixed on anything but your face. The other corners of the burger place was suddenly very interesting to him as he grappled with his own emotions.

“It’s pretty crowded in here, right?” you remarked, trying to draw Eddie into the conversation and gauge his mood.

“Uh-huh,” Eddie replied, his gaze remained distant, thoughts elsewhere.

Concern etched across your face as you pressed further, “Uh, are you okay?” Something seemed to be bothering Eddie, and you couldn't pin-point what it was.

“‘M fine,” he dismissed with a wave of his hands.

He had to distract you and do something else because he was being super fucking weird, and you weren’t dumb; you could read him like a book.

He didn’t want that awkwardness or tension to reappear; he wanted to talk to you freely, he couldn’t let his insecurities ruin this for him.

Eddie’s attention turned back to you, “is that what you want to do with your life?” his brows raised, “The record store, I mean.” He didn’t want to sound rude, he just wanted to know more.

“I don’t know… I never had much time to think about it.” You gave him a small smile, shaking your head gently, “also, I can’t really afford to think about it anyway.”

“But what do you want to do?” He probed.

“Anything concerning art… I mean I’d love to be a tattoo artist, too. That’s the likely path I’m going down, dunno if the salary is good enough, though.” You shrugged, “but you know what I’d love to be?” Eddie leaned closer, his eagerness clear.

“What?” He asked, genuinely intrigued.

“Someone came in like a month ago, this bearded guy with lots of tattoos… We had a new album coming to our store that day, and he wanted to see them,” you mumbled with a warm smile, eyes glistening with a dreamy glow. “Then he told me about how he was a tattoo artist, but helped make some of the cover art for that album, and then something just like clicked in me.”

“I used to draw with the hope that maybe it could connect with someone, you know, like it did with me… I spent half of my childhood drawing and listening to music as an outlet. Whenever my parents left, whenever they were absent in my life despite ‘being there’, or whenever they had a screaming match, plates thrown at each other, the first thing I did was sketch, anything, on the notebook.” You mumbled, “or I listened to a record, and I let it consume me, in the hopes that it would drive me away from reality, diffuse the pain, even for a split second, and it worked,” you said with a simple smile.

Eddie hung on to your every word, his gaze never wavering, admiring that creative spirit shining in you. “Art and music shift the world in the best way possible, and maybe it is dramatic but it also saves lives in a way, you know, by helping you get through something, or making you forget. And that’s my biggest wish… to have my art be important to someone, to make them feel like they’re not alone, in any way possible. So when I saw how that guy combined music and art like that, I thought, this is fucking perfect, this is what I need to do.”

Eddie’s brows pinched together, “why haven’t you done it?” he asked, his voice a soothing lilt that could melt any doubts away. He could listen to you talk about your passions for hours, the way your eyes glistened with hope, that little quirk of your brow did when you found something interesting, it was heavenly to him.

“C’mon Eds, be realistic,” you murmured sadly. “Half the people that work for a good record company or with a good band have fancy art degrees, they have connections, they have the money, the time to do it. No one’s going to want a nobody who doesn’t even have a college degree from a small town.” Your lips pressed into a thin line.

“Bullshit,” he spat quickly, dismissing the way you so quickly diminished yourself, “I was the trailer trash of Hawkins, and look what happened,” he encouraged in a harsh but also a warm manner, leaning closer.

“Yeah, but you’re also a guy, Eddie.” Your voice wavered as you pointed out, “t-they have different expectations for women who don’t have those connections, or don’t come from like insanely rich parents… If you know what I mean,” you said with disgusted frowning upon your face, chill running down your spine.

Eddie immediately picked it up, his face growing to one of concern, “W-wait-” his voice quivered, the color drained from his face quickly, you immediately knew what he was implying and shook your head, “no, no, not me! But I heard lots of stories in New York, it’s just disgusting,” your face scrunched.

“That’s awful,” Eddie’s jaw clenched in anger, he knew there were a lot of scumbags in the industry, and it pissed him off that he could do nothing about it. He already felt guilty enough that he didn’t realize what a narcissistic asshole Billy really was, he wanted to help any way he could.

And then, like a sudden light bulb went off in his head, an idea illuminated his mind. “Have I ever told you that our record company is in need of a new art director?” He pouted teasingly.

Your eyebrows shot up as a giggle escaped your lips. "You're funny," you said, playfully skeptical.

Eddie, ever earnest, replied, "I'm serious."

“I-I can't do that," you said shyly, your fingers toying with the hem of your dress.

Eddie leaned in, and retorted with a, “and why not?"

“It-it feels wrong, and you don’t even know if I’d be good-“ you hesitated, not fully convinced if this was a good idea.

“Bullshit,” Eddie countered firmly, a small smile gracing his lips. “I know how great your art is, and I know how much you care about music, the way you describe it is exactly the reason why I love it so much.” Eddie always took you seriously and encouraged you about your dreams, no matter how unrealistic it was.

“You know what you said earlier about how you wanted your art to matter to someone?” You nodded, eyes glistening with hope.

“Your art is important to me, Pinky. The ones you sketched in your notebooks, is what helped me write some of my lyrics. The drawings you made when you were bored in class, the ones I have hung up on my wall still at the trailer… they mean so much to me,” he said in a hushed voice, he dragged his arm on the table, quick to point to the tattoo on his forearm. “This tattoo, is what helped with Corroded Coffin’s symbol bats, you do realize that, right?”

Skeptical, you scoffed, "you guys always had bats as your thing."

“True,” he agreed, “but your design helped bring it to life.” He shrugged, “and you know the band better than anyone, maybe you could help us with our next album cover, too. I don’t think I could find someone more perfect for the job.” Eddie shrugged and smiled warmly.

“But-”

Your protests were gently silenced by Eddie, who insisted with a soft determination, “No but’s, just say yes, please.” His voice was sweet, sickingly sweet, you couldn’t say no even if you wanted to, and this was the perfect opportunity.

“I mean I’ll just have a talk with them, show them some of your stuff, so, no promises. But I can be very, very persuasive,” he teased, a wink thrown your way.

You stammered, the excitement bubbling within you. "Y-you'd do that for me?” He nodded surely, “even after everything that happened?" Your tone was muffled, laced with insecurity.

"Anything for you," Eddie reassured as he leaned closer, that familiar, small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

With your heart aflutter, you finally agreed, excitement breaking through the barriers of your insecurities. "If—if you really are okay with it, I-I'd love to."

“Of course,” he affirmed.

“Alright!” Benny chimed in, interrupting the two of you. “Two cheeseburgers with a side of fries, and two milkshakes.” He hummed, settling the food in front of both sets of hungry eyes.

“Enjoy, lovebirds!” He said with a smirk, sauntering away to the kitchen.

“Thank you!” Both of you exclaimed with happiness as you dug into the food.

As you munched on the crispy fries, you admired the other tables, each one occupied by a slice of life that you couldn't help but find intriguing.

One table was for a family of four. All you could hear was the distressed children, their whining echoed through the restaurant. The parents looked drained, faces etched with exhaustion as they juggled plates of half-eaten food, desperately trying to calm down and distract their kids.

Another table was occupied by a couple who was in a heated argument. The man wore a scowl, voice raised in anger, while the woman looked like she was about to cry, her eyes pleading for understanding.

But the last table was the one that you couldn’t tear your eyes away from, it brought a smile to your face. “Oh my god, look,” you said in a hushed voice, gaze pointing toward the booth that was nested in the far right corner.

Eddie was already face-first into his food, “later, ’m eating.” He grumbled. You poked your tongue out at him playfully. “Jesus… Forgot how grumpy you get when you are hungry,” you hummed, flinging a fry in his direction, causing him to pause mid-bite and chuckle.

“Oh, you don't wanna play that game with me, sweetheart,” he teased, dangling a fry in front of your face.

You grinned, your eyes dancing with excitement. “Just one look, and I’ll be out of your curly unbrushed hair, Munson,” you joked with a giggle.

His eyes rolled quickly, “you won’t stop until you get what you want, will you?” He asked with an annoyed tilt of his head.

You shook your head with a giggle. “Fine,” he huffed jokingly, dipping the fry in his hand into the vanilla milkshake, making an exaggerated sound of satisfaction as he devoured it.

“Gross.” You commented with mock disgust, and he rolled his eyes in response.

“Just tell me which table.” Eddie leaned in, his curiosity piqued as your gaze moved toward the couple at the adjacent booth. The girl was wearing a plaid mini skirt, expertly paired with a statement crop-top covered by an oversized leather jacket wrapped around her shoulders, likely borrowed from the curly-haired brunette sitting on the opposite side of the booth.

Her head was thrown back, and laughter danced in her eyes as she hung on to every word of the story he was telling. The curly haired brunette guy had a graphic band-tee and a guitar pick adorning his neck. Mascara smudged and eyes all red; you knew they probably had a long night.

It reminded him of something, or rather, someone.

He looked at you with his brows scrunched up, and you replied to him with a giggle. Both of you were thinking the same thing.

“That’s fuckin’ weird.” Eddie mumbled with a mouthful of his juicy cheeseburger. “Are those our… doppelgangers?”

“Right?” You almost mirrored him, taking a bite from your cheeseburger as you leaned further on your elbows. “What do you think their story is?”

“Uhhh-” Eddie grumbled, “us from five years ago?” His mouth partially obscured by the burger as he chewed thoughtfully, a furrow in his brow.

“Such a detailed story!” You mocked. He couldn't help but notice how the dim diner lighting accentuated your features—plump lips looking so soft from the way you frustratingly groaned—which brought an unintentional smile to his face.

You were so breathtakingly pretty; even when you were munching on a burger, he was absolutely whipped.

Eddie shrugged, that shit-eating grin still on his face. He looked you dead in the eye before he took another big bite, stuffing more fries into his mouth.

“Fine, I’ll give them a story,” you narrowed your gaze, “and you can keep eating your gross milkshake dipped fries,” you mocked, straightening up your back as you leaned closer, licking your lips before you spoke.

“So the girl… she’s pretty, like really, really pretty.” You said with a sly grin, your gaze now focused on the couple in question; if he wasn’t going to participate, then you could just drag this further.

“And there’s the guy." You gestured toward the other booth, gaze narrowing as you turned back to Eddie. “He’s just... there, I guess, kind of looks like a douche,” you mocked, mouth scrunching as you looked at Eddie all-knowingly, head tilted to the side.

Eddie scoffed, responding with a lighthearted yet passionate defense of himself. “He looks like a total stud,” he grumbled in between bites with a smirk, “and that band-tee? He’s so fuckin’ cool.”

“Oh, yeah?” You challenged, “I think he’s a total nerd, bet he’s telling his dorky D&D stories to his best friend.”

He stuck his tongue out, a carefree grin on his face, “Hey! You said you loved my campaigns!” He exclaimed and playfully tossed a soggy fry at you.

You gasped dramatically, reaching for another fry to retaliate before Eddie’s unreadable expression had you frozen. “Shit, I totally forgot, what time is it?”

“Oh, you’re not getting away with that, Munson, we’re in a full fledged food war now,” you teased, holding a fry aloft, your gaze narrowing in mock seriousness.

“No, no, I’m serious.” Eddie insisted, causing you to huff in response. You turned your back to try to read the old-fashioned clock that stood on the wall.

“Uh… 1.15, why?” you replied, your brows furrowed in confusion, trying to understand him.

“Shit! Shit, shit!” He cursed, getting up quickly while he started gathering his things.

“What?” You asked with a puzzled look.

“Wayne!” He exclaimed making you furrow your brows.

“What about Wayne?”

“I promised to pick him up after his shift,” he explained with a sigh. “You know, since I kinda have the car.”

"Well, when did it end?” you inquired, still calm as you took another bite from your burger.

He eyed you with urgency. “15 minutes ago,” grumbling, he shoved whatever was left of his food into his mouth.

“So, I’m going to see Wayne?” You asked with a smile.

“If we don’t hurry up, you’re going to see me dead,” he exclaimed dramatically, making you roll your eyes.

“You need to inhale all of that, now!” He screeched, and you looked up at him with a pout.

“Now!” He snapped, hands clapping in front of your face.

“Okay, okay, jesus!” You groaned, taking a deep breath, before you shoved a generous handful of fries in your mouth.

When Eddie led you to the car, all you could think about was how Wayne would react—would he be mad at you? Would he be disappointed?

Goosebumps appeared when a chill ran down your spine, you didn’t know if you could handle it. Wayne had been a staple in your life up until you left, he fed you, he listened to you when you needed it, he gave you a place to sleep, and he always reassured you that you were always welcome in their home.

And you didn’t even bother to say goodbye to him. Not that you didn’t want to; it’s because you couldn’t. When you and Eddie left, it was in a hurry. You had no time to tell anyone, not even Eddie told Wayne until you two were half-way there to California.

But it still didn’t stop your guilt, it still didn’t help the way your stomach twisted at the mention of his name.

Your feet picked up quickly as the thoughts filled your head, only stopping when Eddie called out to you. “I have to tell you somethin’” Eddie mumbled, eyes squeezing shut.

A huff of air was quick to escape your lips, you knew it was too perfect to end like this, you knew he was going to ruin it.

“She-uh… she’s coming to brunch tomorrow.”

You froze in place, almost everything fit like a puzzle in your mind now, and you didn’t know which emotion to feel first.

Anger, jealousy, or sadness.

And all three of them hit you at the same time. Because it made sense now, it was clear. He liked Chrissy. He wanted Chrissy.

He wanted to move on with her.

He had your heart in his hands, but this time he wasn’t toying with it; he was stomping on it, over and over again, not stopping until he was sure it was beyond salvageable.

Hand almost frozen in the place you opened the car door without a word, settling into the passenger seat like nothing had happened.

“Shit,” he cursed under his breath before he opened his side of the door, getting inside swiftly just to turn to you, “are you not gonna say anything?” he asked, voice carrying a desperate tone.

Your gaze remained fixed outside the window, your cheek pressed against the cool glass. “We’re going to be late,” you replied with a cold, unfeeling tone. Silence filled the car, mirroring the gaping void that now existed between you two.

Thankfully, Aurora didn’t give him any trouble when he started the ignition with a key turn, and the engine roared to life. You didn’t want to speak; you didn’t want to say anything to him. You wanted to save all of your emotions, contain them in the depths of your mind, and cry yourself to sleep. You didn’t want him to know how much this crushed you.

But you couldn’t just do that; too disappointed to let it slide, the words escaped your mouth like a dam breaking, “I can’t fucking believe you.”

“Just, listen, I-I didn’t even invite her-” Eddie tried to explain, but you weren't listening, you didn’t care, you were letting it all out.

“How would you fucking feel if I kissed… Jason in front of you?” Eddie opened his mouth to answer, but you continued, “how would you feel if I invited him to brunch tomorrow?

Once you took a deep breath to gather your thoughts, he scoffed. “That’s not the same thing, Pinky. Carver made my life a living hell, he was a miserable bully.”

You should tell him, you should tell him what exactly Chrissy did to you.

You should tell him the whole story of that night at Steve’s party.

The part he didn’t know.

But you don’t.

Because you’re too busy to worry about whether he actually wants to be with her or not, your mind felt full, anxieties and worries dancing around in it.

“And Chrissy kissed Billy!” Your mouth dried up when that name left your mouth, you could feel that dreadful feeling consuming your chest.

That night was still a blur to you—the way you caught them, the things Chrissy said to you, the way Billy swore that she initiated the kiss.

Eddie shook his head. “She said it was a misunderstanding.”

You rubbed your fingertips on your forehead in disbelief. “And you believe her over me?” you asked, tone carrying a tinge of hurt and betrayal. The question hung heavy between the two of you.

“No, no!” He yelled out. “Jesus fucking Christ, stop putting words in my mouth, Pinky!” Eddie groaned in frustration, his hands gripping the steering wheel. “She explained it was a misunderstanding, and she does want to tell you that, too… maybe you could talk to her—”

You let out an exasperated chuckle, not interested in entertaining the idea. “no fucking way.”

“If you want to be with her, then just fucking say that, Munson, don’t do all this fuckin’ bullshit,” you added, crossing your arms against your chest.

“I don’t want- oh, you’re unbelievable!” He snapped, head bumping against the headrest of his van.

“You make it fucking impossible to start over!”

“Wh-what does that even mean?” You retorted back.

“J-just when I’m about to start over, just when I-I’m going to…” He rolled his tongue inside of his cheek in rage as he paused to better explain himself.

“I find a picture of you in my wallet that you put… or, or Nancy and Jonathan tell me that you invited them over…” You were on the brink of retorting when he continued, “or, or, you- you just barge back into town like you never left; talk to me like nothing fuckin’ happened.”

You didn’t dare to open your mouth; everything he said made you feel guilty. But everything he felt, you felt, too. Each time you felt like moving on, each time you wanted to try to be with someone, you physically couldn’t.

Maybe it was selfish that you liked hearing him feel the same way too. That’s why the way he was being so vague about whatever he had with Chrissy was like a stab to your heart, in the most non-dramatic way possible.

“You know… I used to think you were the best thing that ever happened to me… I used to think that you w-would always be in my life. That you’d be the one fuckin’ person who’d never leave me.” Eddie's voice trembled, and your throat was quick to tighten, lump forming as his words began to sink in. It felt like the car grew darker the more he spoke, your world crumbling down with it.

“I was wrong about all of that... all you fuckin’ did was ruin it… You ruined my life.”

The faint strains of heavy metal playing on the car's stereo seemed distant, before you spoke up, wobbly lips slurring your words. “I… I r-ruined your life?” You slumped back on your seat with his words slicing through you like a knife, gnawing at your insecurities.

“Y-you really think that?” Words barely escaped your lips, voice quivering.

He opened his plushy lips to speak, but he couldn’t answer; words died down in his throat, his gaze fixated on the road, lips pressed into a tight line.

That in itself was an answer, you knew it, and he knew it. You felt exposed to him, like he knew your insecurities but still did nothing to hide them.

You couldn't help but feel a hot prickle behind your eyes, the unshed tears were getting harder to hold back. You bit back on your wobbly lip, in an attempt to conceal the pent-up emotions that were begging to be let out. “This… this whole thing was a mistake,” you murmured, voice hushed and heavy with regret. The words felt like stones in your mouth, bitter and unpalatable.

“We-we were caught up in ourselves, ther-there’s no fuckin’ way we could ever be friends,” you continued, driving home the painful truth, just so you could hurt him like he hurt you, just so you didn’t want him to know how pathetically you still wanted to be with him in any way possible.

“I agree,” he grumbled, eyes still on the road. Tears streamed down your cheeks, tracing glistening paths along your cheeks, you didn’t even attempt to wipe them. Sniffles punctuated the air, body shuddering with an attempt to suppress your sobs, but then again, they were drowned out by the heavy metal music that echoed in the car.

Eddie’s gaze fell on you every few seconds; but you didn’t seem to notice. And the guilt ate away at him, too, his brows furrowed in agony. He knew that wasn’t what he meant to say. He didn’t mean it in that way, you didn’t ruin his life; you never could—well, not until you left him.

His knuckles tightened on the steering wheel; this wasn’t how everything was supposed to happen. He didn’t even invite Chrissy; she asked to come, and of course Eddie said yes, what else could he do? So he just wanted to give you a heads up. Just so things wouldn’t get bad between the two of you again, but he managed to screw it up.

Grumbles and some curses were all the two of you could hear when Eddie pulled up to Wayne’s workplace. With a huff of breath, your car door hung open. “I’ve been waiting for thirty minutes, rockstar; you better have some good fuckin’ excuse-” Wayne’s eyes widened the second his gaze met your sad figure.

“Jesus H. Christ!” Wayne exclaimed as if seeing a ghost. “Am I seein' that right? Is that who I think it is?” Despite the heartache gnawing at your insides, you managed a smile.

"Hi, Wayne," you mumbled shyly. Wayne, however, wasn't having it. "Oh, you're not gettin' off with a simple 'hey,' come over here, kid!" He said excitedly, pulling you into a bear-hug. The embrace was tight enough to make you giggle and sniffle, an unfamiliar smile on your lips.

“Where the hell have ya been?” Wayne inquired once he let you go.

You tried to get up, offering him the front seat, he shook his head, hands holding you down by your shoulders, not wanting to interrupt the two of you.

You told him about everything—New York, your job, how you got here. Everything.

And all Eddie did was drive; he didn’t look at you or even Wayne for all that mattered—not a single glance. And of course, this didn’t go unnoticed by Wayne.

“Alright, kids, you two are bein' weird…” Wayne grumbled, glancing at Eddie. “Tell me what the hell happened. Some kind of lover's quarrel?” Eddie scoffed, and you couldn't help but snap your head in his direction.

"Somethin' funny, boy?" Wayne added, narrowing his gaze at his niece. Eddie sighed but still avoided both of your gazes.

“No, no, uhh- nothing happened.” He murmured.

Your gaze narrowed, and you couldn’t help the anger inside of you. “That’s funny, that is not how I remember it.”

Wayne’s brows furrowed before he leaned closer to the front seat. “What happened, P? You know you can always tell me anythin’” he murmured with a reassuring tone.

Eddie scoffed, rolling his eyes, but you ignored him, “he is with Chrissy,” you said, scrunching your face as you turned to gauge Wayne's reaction.

Wayne's brows tilted together, his eyes narrowing as he tried to remember that name. “You remember her? Strawberry blonde hair and-”

“The blondie that made you cry?” you nodded, “with that Hargrove kid?”

“See, even Wayne remembers,” you grumbled, slightly elbowing Eddie to get a reaction out of him, only earning an offended huff.

“I never liked him, you know,” Wayne continued, large hands gesturing vaguely to emphasize his point, “always thought you were way too good for him. A guy like him has no business with my Pinky.” You leaned further into the headrest, fingers fiddling with your jacket as you gave Wayne a weak smile.

“Should’ve listened to you,” you hummed.

“So Eddie is with her?” Wayne mumbled, face souring.

“Boy, have you lost your damn mind?” Wayne was quick to chide Eddie, who was drumming his fingers on the steering wheel in an attempt to not snap at either of you.

But it wasn’t working.

"I told you I'm not with her!" he hissed, voice dripping with irritation. He shot a glare at Wayne through the rearview mirror, but his words were directed at you.

“How would you explain kissing her and inviting her to our friend's brunch!” You snapped in Eddie’s direction.

“Eddie, tell me you did not do that!”

“It-it’s not like that, Wayne.”

“Oh, really? What is it like?” You gruffly asked, curiosity and hurt evident in your tone.

“Eddie…” Wayne warned him shushingly with a disappointed look, he could see how much you were hurting, and he knew Eddie was a bit oblivious.

“What?” he groaned.

“Don’t worry, Wayne, he just enjoys playing with my feelings,” you replied with a scoff, fingers tracing the pattern on the car’s leather seats, a relief to your pent-up emotions.

“Oh, you’re one to fuckin’ talk,” Eddie muttered under his breath with an out of place chuckle, his anger overflowing after holding it back for so long. “Newsflash, princess. You weren’t the one to wake up all alone in L.A. with one fucking note, I was!” He yelled, words punctuated by the heavy breath he took between each sentence.

“You should be grateful you have two notes in that pocket of yours because I barely got one!”

“Will you stop bringing that up?” You plead, lip wobbling as you bit on it harshly to stop your emotions from spilling.

“‘I can’t do this, sorry.’” He recited your words, and you refused to look at him. “Five letters, Pinky. Not even six. Five. You left me with that—no goodbyes, no nothin’, just a sticky fuckin’ note attached to the fridge.” His head snapped toward you.

A loud chuckle left your mouth, you turned to him with rage, and Wayne knew he had to step in or it was going to get ugly, even uglier than, whatever this was. “This isn’t even about that-”

“Alright, alright!” He interrupted, hands waving in the space between the two of you.

“Simmer down, both of you! I know the two of you have a lot of unresolved shit… but don’t burn this bridge,” he warned, “not again.” Wayne’s words were quick to disperse the emotional fog that had surrounded the car.

“The thing, whatever the hell it is, that y’all have… people spend their whole fuckin’ life lookin’ for it… Don’t be dumb.” That was enough to have the two of you shut up.

“Talk it out.” He said, firm but fair. “I know you’ve both been hurt, so, be honest with each other, and apologize,” he continued, urging both of you to confront each other.

“Okay?” He asked, head hanging in the space between the two of you.

“Okay,” both of you mumbled in unison, backs turned toward each other.

‘Too late’ was all you could think; that bridge was already burned. There was no way the two of you could ever go back now, right?

A sigh of relief escaped your lips when Eddie finally pulled up to your house, you didn’t waste any time saying goodbye to Eddie before turning to Wayne and giving him a hug.

“See you around?” You asked with a hopeful smile.

“You better!” Wayne warned playfully, evoking a giggle from you. “You gotta drop by sometime, promise?” He asked with a sly grin, he knew exactly what he was doing.

You didn’t want to see Eddie anymore than you had to now, but if Wayne asked you to do something, you’d do it in a heartbeat.

You looked back at Eddie, your gazes connecting for a second before both of you turned away. “Uh-huh, promise,” you mumbled before exiting quickly.

“What the hell are you doin’, kid?” Wayne exclaimed the moment you left, causing Eddie to look at him with a puzzled expression.

“Walk her to her door, for Christ’s sake!”

“I-I don’t think that’s a great idea,” Eddie explained hesitantly.

“Where are your manners?” Wayne scolded him, raising his voice. Eddie grumbled in frustration but ultimately gave in, cussing under his breath as he exited the car to follow you.

He ran after you, breathless once he finally caught up to you. “Sorry, I should’ve walked you-” He mumbled

You shook your head interrupting him, “no, it’s fine.”

“So, uhhh…” He started, gaining your attention back to him. “Goodnight.” Eddie grumbled with a scratch of his head, barely able to look at you. He didn’t want to leave things like this, but the damage was already done. You could see the guilt in his eyes, but it didn’t matter now.

He wondered what you would think of the notes; would you even read them? Would you get mad at him for the things he wrote?

“Goodnight, Eddie.” You muttered back, turning to the door as you avoided looking at him, your finger shakily retrieved your key as you fumbled with it, doing everything in your willpower to not turn back at him.

Eddie walked away with the same thoughts eating away at him. Were you going to look back at him? The temptation got the best of him, and he turned with a shy nod. You were struggling with your keys, muttering in frustration, and the sight unintentionally brought a smile to his lips before he hurried back to his car.

The moment you heard his car door open, you turned, slowly and reluctantly, only for your gaze to meet Wayne’s, who had an all-knowing smirk playing at his lips, waving at you.

You gave him a shy smile before you hurriedly turned your back, finally opening the door and rushing inside.

“You idiot lovebirds are goin’ to be the death of me,” Wayne grumbled to himself with a shake of his head, watching the way you scurried inside.

Once you locked the door, you rested against it, a sigh of relief escaping your lips. Your thoughts were swirling,but there was only one thing that was overpowering everything else; the note.

You furiously searched for it in your pocket, curiosity filling the course of your veins as you fished it out of the left one, your hand shaking as you held it in front of your eyes.

The words scribbled in the closed note had your heart racing, afraid of what it was going to say, once you fully opened it, your eyes roamed through it quickly.

The note was dated a week ago.

Don't fool yourself,

She was heartache from the moment that you met her.

My heart feels so still

As I try to find the will to forget her, somehow.

Oh I think I've forgotten her now.

(Is it obvious this last line is sarcasm?)

Your fingers traced the line that had the parenthesis and were crossed out. Eddie’s notes. If you the tears that escaped your burning eyes weren’t distorting your vision, maybe you would’ve appreciated some of the lyrics, and his funny notes, even though they were messy and all over the place.

I don’t blame you, but sometimes I wish we hadn’t met. (This is kinda too out there, but there could be something from this???)

Your heart pounded against your ribcage—that familiar ache that never fully left returned with a sharper pain. It hurt that he thought of you in this way. He thought you ruined his life, and now he wished he had never met you.

Those thoughts sank into your brain, and the anger that came with them was something you couldn’t comprehend. There was a lot more of the scribbled nonsense that you couldn’t read, other lyrics that were scratched out.

Your hands were shaking once you flipped it over. The other note was dated today.

I lied, didn’t I? I think I would prefer all the heartache in the world to not knowing you. I didn’t even realize that until today. Until I saw you across the room. And I can’t even explain how good it felt to look up and see you standing there. Even with that frown adorning your face.

Your tears hadn’t stopped, falling onto the piece of crumpled up paper and making a mess.

You felt like an idiot; you should’ve told him when you had the chance, and you had a lot of them. You were angry that you let everyone walk over you. You were angry that Billy had gotten away with everything. And now, Chrissy had a chance with him without ever paying for the consequences of what she did.

You couldn’t let that happen.

You didn’t want to be polite with your sadness anymore You didn’t want to absorb everyone’s pain to make sure they were okay. And you hated that that’s what you did essentially did when you didn’t tell Eddie about Chrissy.

You paced around the room, biting down on your nails.

Should you tell him? Or was that too selfish?

Because if you wanted to tell him, you had just the perfect opportunity to tell him and confront Chrissy; the brunch.

✦ final authors note —ALSO THE CHRISSY STUFF WILL BE REVEALED NEXT CHAPTER. IM SORRY FOR TEASING IT SO LONG BUT THE REVEAL IS GONNA BE GOOD I PROMISE LMAO. if you like this series pls support me by rbing liking and commenting ily thank youu🫶🏻 [EDIT: i forgot to say this but ofc the lyrics are not mine they are by jeff buckley’s incredible song “forget her” i listened to it A LOT writing this chapter👀 also if u can guess what the chapters title is inspired by ily]

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