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#when i saw the first trailers i was so scared he would just be another dumb comic relief no one really likes
hungnitan · 2 days
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Penacony TB 2.1 Impression
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Contains heavy spoiler and mostly a rant so don't read it if you still not finish the story (lol)
Before unto the stories, I must say I kinda get the reasons why hoyo put Acheron in first banner and Aventurine in second half after read TB 2.1. For Acheron, I think her identity as emenator nihility is the key lore to expose before 2.1 began so there's need to expose it at trailer (despite her reasoning coming to Penacony still unknown somehow lol). While for Aventurine, this is kinda delulu on my side but there's possibility we might know the things happened to him after 2.1 from his daily message.
Onto stories, I only say one line... IT'S VERY HONKAI VIBE ! Telling one person stories from they born into the one we know now with angsty vibe of course lol. You know, the things I scare when hoyo release Acheron trailer and myriad celestial is how Aventurine past can beat that honkai queen and (un)fortunately I was wrong (lol)
IT'S FULL BLOW OF AVENTURINE DARK PAST and yeah hoyo score a full mark with it !
For composition I think it's 80% Aventurine PoV and 20% others which is unsuprisingly since I'm pretty sure he will not appear again for future Penacony chapter but what I'm suprise is so far Astral Express basically can't do anything much in Penacony so yeah Xianzhou Luofu TB back again.
Despite that, I'm very happy with TB 2.1 like this is what Honkai story should do ! Up until now, I always thought HSR still not show their full equipment and pretty weak with their story, Tingyun only snapping some head isn't near those previous Honkai heels you know (lol).
I'm going to talk a long rant on 80% since hoyo decided to love him with his so well written stories and I love him too (XD)
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The things with Aventurine and Ratio, I guess this what we would called "same mind don't need talk much". They're bickering so well, even acted betray each others without any communication and smooth enough to fool Sunday
But sorry I'm not getting fool (I know they're soulmate lol), the reason is I found one hole in Sunday Ratio convo here
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Ratio saying about cornerstone is so precious to ten stonehearts but the box contain can be opened by other than them ? If that's true, I can't believe someone like Aventurine would risk someone like that participate in his grand scheme without reasons... plus Ratio doesn't strike me as someone who sells his teammate or what he called lol no matter how iritatting he is.
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Suprising fact, he even try kill himself few times at dreamscape ! Like is that something you can try out of fun even If knowing you can't die ? Well yeah, in first place he always searching a place to die but doing and talk are two different things you know...
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two question I thought Aventurine never answer directly which is pretty related. First of all, different than Sunday which I think he's type of "I will kill everyone and then myself if they hurt my sister" but he's already at own limit to think for his own survival + he doesn't have anyone to get revenge for. Elation still have some excitement when saw someone despair but I don't think Aventurine (at that time) could feels same, well we don't know things after 2.1 since his past chains severed by Acheron, maybe he will open a new leaf (I hope so, let him live happily ever after with Ratio or Elation or even Trailblazing with us sounds good too lol)
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It stabilize the fact that Aventurine and Ratio are good friends despite their talk, voiceline, and teammate voiceline at least from Ratio side which is the vital point Aventurine still alive as now. I really skeptic on his dead or alive status at 2.1 livestream, well mostly I can't believe any Shaoji said that time (plus the fact Gallagher is just a normal bartender lol)
TB 2.1 conclude with opening a new story with dreamscape's secrets, the Family and Watchmaker aren't same side, IPC will added another ten stonehearts member to game, a mysterious voice will join the fray. Penacony story so far so good, even their newest branch stories execute nicely but I don't have any exciment anymore now knowing Aventurine not gonna show up anymore (XD)
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it's 1am and I'm emo about the puss in boots movie. again. spoilers ahead.
Perrito is actually. amazing. Genuinely the ride along Puss needed. I know that's the point of his character, but it goes beyond that.
He mentions at several occasions that he was always unwanted and insulted to the point that he has no name of his own. He mentions his past with the other pups, his abandonments and the attempted murder he was a victim of. And all these times he plays it off as a joke, making a fun contrast with how horrified puss and kitty are while listening to his story. At first it seems that Perrito is not aware of how much he was abused or the extent of his trauma so the joke can work. But the thing is,,,he IS aware, to some extent at least.
He wants to be a therapy dog. He knew how to act when Puss had his panic attack. He KNOWS what trauma is, and he knows what healing is about. He wants to become a therapy dog specifically because he has suffered so much and wants to give someone the help he never got himself. He had to do all the work alone. He found ways to cope and keep a positive outlook on life despite the pain. It doesn't mean he's completely healed, in the sense that he stills denies and deviates through humor and becomes very emotionally dependent quickly (with puss becoming his ride or die simply because he took the time to actually talk to him, even if it wasn't kindly at first), but he actually dealt with his own trauma in the best of his abilities, and that's why his friends are so amazed with him. He's a warrior.
He inspires two other deeply traumatized individuals towards a path of healing, just because he could. He's the one who brings Puss and Kitty back together by pushing Puss to unpack his commitment issues to her, and he was also the one to make Goldie realize that the family she thought she missed was right next to her, AND he was the one to say that one life was more than enough for him, bringing puss to renounce to his wish and finally accept his mortality GOOD GOD. he's the best thing that happened to Puss in a WHILE. he owes his current happiness to him. that's crazy.
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And then there were three.
Eddie munson x pregnant!reader
Summary: you and Eddie find out you're pregnant.
Warnings: fluff, talks of pregnancy, pulling out, condoms etc. Talks of sex. Kissing.
WC: 2.5k
A/n not proofread. I'm posting because it's been rotting away in my drafts. Sorry if this isn't good. I don't even remember what it's about.
18+ minors dni
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"This can't be real..." You whispered to yourself as you stared blankly at the piece of plastic in your hands. Staring at two little pink lines.
Two little tiny pink lines telling you you're pregnant. How? You and Eddie have always been careful. You used protection every single time you had sex.
You've had scares in the past where your periods were weeks late. But when you ended up being over a month late this time around. You decided it was time to take a test. You had a gut feeling you might have been pregnant.
You were exhausted more so than usual. Extremely sensitive and had nausea every morning and evening. Were you surprised? No. Shocked? Yes. There was a little part of you hoping you were wrong. A baby right now just wasn't in yours and Eddie's plan.
You've only been dating for almost two years now. While having a family with him is something you do want. Getting a head start right now just wasn't ideal. You only just moved in together this past summer.
Now that you hold this little test strip in your shaking hands, you know you'll have to break the news to your boyfriend eventually. He's out in the living room watching The Golden Girls. A show you never would have guessed was his favorite. You heard his laughter echoing around the trailer during the cheesecake episode.
Was he going to be mad? Would he scream and yell at you? Blame this all on you? You thought to yourself. You felt like you were going to throw up out of nervousness.
No. Eddie wouldn't be upset with you over something like this. He isn't that type of person. No matter how others viewed him to be. He isn't like that. You can't even remember a time he raised his voice to you. You soothed yourself down, taking deep breaths.
Opening up the bathroom door, you make your way over to him.
"Hey baby, come watch." He pats the cushion next to him.
You swallow hard. "Uh, can we turn this off for a sec?"
Eddie looks up, noticing there was something very wrong with you.
"Uh, sure." He grabbed the remote, switching the tv off.
"Well, there isn't any better way to tell you this, so I'm just gonna say......I'm pregnant." You blurted out.
Eddie laughed at first. "Pregnant. Okay." He takes a sip of his beer. His laughter quickly died when you saw the serious and very scared look on your face.
"You took a test?" He gulped.
"Yeah, just a few minutes ago." You swallow another lump in your throat.
You immediately start to panic again, "We're always careful. I don't know how this happened."
Eddie stands to quickly be by your side. He hasn't really had time to process what you just told him. His immediate focus right now is calming you down.
We're careful...WE'RE ALWAYS CAREFUL!" You shouted. Your face is growing hot, and you feel like you could pass out any moment.
"You always wear a condom you fuckin' keep them in your wallet for christ sake"
"I know, baby, but I mean those things don't always work," Eddie reassured you softly, rubbing your back.
"We're always careful." You repeated again.
"Well, let's think back to when we weren't careful." He's trying to help put the pieces together. There had to have been a time when you both were so caught up in each that he didn't put on a condom or something.
"When was there a time I didn't at least wear one?"
"I dunno." You tap your fingers against your forehead. While Eddie guides you to sit down on the couch. "There had to have been a night - where - we..." You trailed off.
"My parents," you gasped loudly, snapping your fingers together.
His brows shoot up, and his eyes widen. He suddenly remembers that night very, very well. But he pulled out. He knows he did.
"When we stayed the night because of the storm" You continued on. The memory of that night flooding back to you. That was it. Eddie had promised to pull out right before he finished - yet obviously didn't do it in enough time.
There was something in the air that day. You couldn't pinpoint what it was. You had told Eddie to behave, but at dinner, you were the one misbehaving. Teasing him a little. Trying to get a rise out of him. You didn't think he was still going to be worked up even after it was time for bed. You were wrong. Very wrong.
"Huh," Eddie sounded utterly perplexed. He moves to sit down next to you. trying to bring you any amount of comfort he can offer.
"Huh what?" You repeated back to him. Why wasn't he as freaked out like you?
"Jus' the fact that I got you pregnant on a pull out couch is fucking ironic" He was in disbelief. Absolute disbelief. He knew pulling out wasn't his strong suit, but he never thought from just that one time would get you pregnant.
Was Eddie upset you were pregnant? No. Not at all. Having kids with you was something he always saw in your future together. How could he be so stupid, though? He thought. The one time he doesn't use a condom and you get knocked up.
"Are you--are you joking right now?" Your mouth hangs open. "Don't joke, please don't joke."
"Hey, hey, it's okay. Everything will be okay. " He pulls you to him. Your head lays flat against his chest. He was trying to be supportive, but on the inside he's freaking out. When he freaks out, he makes dumb jokes to lighten the mood. Something he knows he shouldn't have done, but it's too late now.
"Sooooo at yours parents place it was then." He draws out leaning forward to rest a hand under his chin.
"I guess." You murmured.
Eddie smiles fondly to himself. He most definitely remembered that day. That night, most importantly.
"....well," He perks up, jumping up to stand. He was trying to be as optimistic as possible. Truthfully, on the inside, he was freaking out. If you weren't sitting there in front of him right now, he would probably be pissing himself. Eddie knows you would be an amazing mother to his children. He most definitely knows he would be a great father, too. A complete contrast to how his father was.
"Time to make some calls." He was already heading for the phone when you panicked, running over to stop him. "We can't not yet--i need to see a doctor first."
"To make sure I am...I mean I know I am, but I need confirmation,"you further explained. Eddie just stood there listening to you and agreed as he silently nodded his head.
"Okay, well, after we see the doctor, who are we telling first? Your parents or my parent?" He was so eager to tell everyone. He was terrified, but the more he thought about it, the more excited he became. A tiny little version of you and him mashed together, running around.
"We'll tell Wayne first." You said matter of factly. You loved your parents, but you were closer to his uncle. He was like a second father to you, and you couldn't imagine anyone else knowing before him.
Eddie smiles and leans down to kiss the corner of your mouth.
"You scared?" He whispered leaning his forehead against yours.
...a-a little, but we'll be fine." You whispered back. The longer it sinks in that you're pregnant, the panic seems to fade. Eddie wasn't angry with you. He was scared you could tell but that's to be expected.
"Don't be scared, baby. We're doing this together." He reassured before kissing your lips softly again. "M'gonna take care of you both."
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It's been three weeks since you took your pregnancy test and had your doctor's visit. They confirmed you were, in fact, expecting. Two months, to be exact. You were greatfull you got pregnant in the winter. Oversized sweaters and hoodies were your best friends. Now, it was time to break the news to everyone.
Eddie and you had already agreed. Wayne was going to be the first to know. You had everything planned out. You had told Eddie to call his uncle and ask if he wanted to go out for dinner. Knowing Wayne, he wasn't going to pass up on an opportunity to spend time with either of you.
You wanted to surprise him with a gift. You know Wayne has a green thumb. He loves to garden. He brags about how he has the best tomatoes in Indiana. So you took Eddie shopping for the perfect gift to give to him as a cute way to tell him you and his nephew are having a baby. You hope he'll catch on and figure out he's going to be a grandpa when he opens his present. It's a little onesie with "Home grown" embroidered on the front with little veggies.
"I like this one." You pointed at the cute little outfit on the hanger.
Eddie chuckled,reading the front. "Wayne's gonna love it. Hell won't be surprised if he tried wearing it." He joked, picking up the tiny shirt off the rack.
You giggled, "I can't wait to tell him."
"Me too, I can't keep my mouth shut for much longer." He mumbled, smirking at some of the funny sayings scribbled on the baby clothes.
The longer you came to terms with the fact that you're pregnant, your stress eased up. Sure, you were still scared, but you had Eddie and your friends. Plus your family. You reassured yourself almost daily that you'd be fine and to enjoy your pregnancy. Every single article of clothing you saw you bought. Didn't matter the color or size. If it was cute, you picked it up.
Eddie was a nervous wreck in the beginning but concealed it well. Mostly because he knew he needed to be there for you. he was also excited, too. He couldn't wait to share his hobbies with his little one. Read them bedtime stories. Sing to them at night before bed. Teach them to play an instrument or two. He looked forward to showing up to the PTA meetings in his battle vest with his sweet "mini me" on his hip.
Eddie knew he was going to be a good dad. He promised you and the baby still in your tummy every night he'd protect the both of you. He couldn't keep his hands off your belly. You weren't far along in your pregnancy, but Eddie was constantly hoping he could feel a little kick.
"We should do the dinner today." Eddie mentioned holding a handful of baby clothes.
"He might wanna to do it tomorrow since he's off."
"I'll call'em when we get home and ask. he can't say no to me." You agreed. It's true Wayne can't say no to you. Which you will take advantage of.
Later on that day after you and Eddie arrived home. You put Wayne's surprise in a little gift bag with a note attached to it.
Picking up the phone, you began dialing his number patiently, waiting for him to pick up. He should be home by now. You thought. "Hey Wayne, it's me, your favorite. I was wondering if you wanted to go out to dinner with me and Eddie tonight instead of tomorrow? "
Eddie leaned closer over in the wooden chair sat by the dining room table. He scoffs when he heard you get extatic on the other end. Knowing full well, his uncle said yes.
"You will? Okay, we'll pick you up at five o'clock sharp."
"Favorite, huh?" He crossed his arms with a smirk.
"You know it." You playfully mess up his hair as you run to your bedroom to get ready.
"Yeah, well, I've known him longer... I have seniority over him!" Eddie yelled out, teasing you.
He gets up from his chair, making his way to your shared bedroom. He stands there leaning in the doorway. Admiring you getting undressed in front of him. Taking in every curve on your figure.
Eddie moves to wrap his arms around you from behind. Pulling your back tight to his chest. His nose buried in the crook of your neck. You smiled softly, melting into his arms.
"Ya know, I was reading that baby book you bought it said something about sex helping induce labor." He whispered seductively in your ear. His lips trailing light kisses down your neck.
You turned your head."...Eddie, that's not until months from now." You let out a breathy laugh.
"Yeah, but just think about how well prepared you'll be when the time comes - kid is just gonna slide right out." Eddie argued. You know half of him is joking, and the other half is completely serious.
"Get dressed, babe. we leave in thirty minutes." You peel yourself from his tight grasp.
"Offer still stands." He holds up his hands in surrender.
Fifteen minutes went by, and there was a loud knock at your front door. His uncle had driven over so you all could ride together. After much bickering from Wayne, you all packed in Eddie's van.
Wayne refused to let Eddie drive, so it was you and him upfront with your boyfriend sulking in the backseat. Mumbling to himself about how he's not that bad and how everyone else just drives slow.
You noticed Eddie's uncle looking at the small gift bag you made up for him. His eyes kept wandering over to guess who it was for and what was inside.
Once all three of you pulled up in front of the new local diner in Hawkins. You three gathered in and let the hostess walk you over to your table. You and Eddie sat next to each other in a booth, leaving wayne alone across from you. The waitress comes over taking everyone's orders. After she left, you figured it was the perfect time to give it to him.
You look up at Eddie, nudging his side to grab his attention. His uncle just got done scolding him over his breaks needing change.
"So uh, we got you a present," Eddie coughed. He doesn't think he can handle more lectures from the man who practically raised him.
But he straightened up his back, preparing for anything.
"Yep here you go hope you like it." You picked up the bad next to you and placing it front of him.
"For me?" Wayne grabbed it and started taking the tissue paper out. "It ain't ma' birthday yet."
He laughs when he pulls out the tiniest little shirt he's ever seen. "Home grown, that's cute...I don't think it's gonna fit me though darlin-."
He cuts his sentence, short eyes growing wider by the second. You and Eddie look over at each other, smiling from ear to ear.
"Is this what I think it is?." Wayne questioned with tears threatening to spill over his lashes.
"Yep we're having a baby." Eddie moved to wrap an arm over your shoulder and pulling into his side.
"We wanted to tell you first." You choked back a sob.
Wayne still gathering his thoughts. He's holding the small onesie in his hand like he's already holding your newborn baby.
"I-I'm gonna be a grandpa?" Wayne wiped at his eyes. His was starting to become overwhelmed.
Here come the tears from Eddie now. His eyes swelling up and nose turning red. He's never seen Wayne this over come with emotions before. The only time he's ever seen him like that is when his dad started his usual mess. That was always just out of anger and frustrations mostly. This was pure joy and happiness. Wayne has always wanted the best for his nephew.
"We're thinking of naming them, Ozzy." Eddie tried to joke and lighten the mood.
Wayne couldn't say anything but only shake his head at nephew. He cleared his throat, grabbing napkins from the dispenser on the table.
"We are not." You spoke up, wiping your eyes.
Your food finally came, and the waitress gave all three of you a concerned look. A table full of adults bawling their eyes out is a cause of concern. Especially in this town. It was only when she noticed the tiny onesie folded up neatly beside wayne on the table, did her worry look drop. She mumbled a soft aww and set everyone's food down.
"Congratulations to all of you." She said with a warm smile.
The rest of the night went on like normal. Except now instead of Wayne fussing at Eddie for not eating healthy. He was doing that to both of you. Telling you how you need to order seconds because you're eating for two. Informing Eddie how the trailer needs to be baby proofed immediately. The only thing left to do was tell your parents next and his friends. You can only assume which of the two is going to freak out the most.
You leaned over and whispered to Edde, "You wanna tell Dustin next ooooor-?"
He side eyed you. " We're telling your parents next - if it makes you feel better, I'll be on the phone so they can yell at me instead."
"Deal?" Eddie leaned back in the booth, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He was busy focusing on Wayne's ranting and your concerns about telling your parents.
You sighed, dreading that phone call, but knowing it needs to be done. "deal."
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silent-stories · 9 months
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𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄
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Pairing: Eddie x F!Reader
Summary: Eddie has to meet your parents and he really wants them like him. That's why, for the first time, he's trying to be someone he's not.
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The trailer was calm and silent and night had already fallen for several hours but Eddie seemed to find no peace, tossing and turning in his bed, next to you.
"Ed?" You whispered, reaching out a hand towards him and resting it on his shoulder trying to somehow calm him down with just your touch. "Are you okay?"
Eddie turned to you, resting his head on the pillow and staring at you with his big brown eyes that glittered in the dark. "Yeah. Just..." He paused emitting a sigh. "It doesn't really matter."
"It matters if it worries you enough to not let you sleep." You brushed a strand of his messy hair out of his face before speaking again, your tone was kind and calm. "Talk to me, please."
"I'm just nervous." He muttered.
You thought about whether he had any important tests in the next few days. "Nervous about what?"
"For tomorrow night." He admitted before closing his eyes like he was accepting defeat and sinking the side of his face into the pillow a bit more.
You finally understood. The following day, Eddie was coming to your house for dinner to meet your parents, and although he'd been trying to hide his anxiety all day, he was finally admitting his fears.
"What if they don't like me?" He murmured as you leaned in to drop a few comforting kisses on his cheek. "What if they hate me and decide they don't want you to stay with a freak like me anymore?"
"Hey, stop." You said before planting another kiss on his temple causing Eddie to chuckle. "They are gonna like you. They are gonna absolutely love you, okay?"
"How do you know that?" His hand was slowly caressing your back, his arm encircling your waist keeping you close to him.
"Because I like you and absolutely love you."
Eddie sighed. "I don't know..." He wasn't referring to the sincerity of your feelings but to the possible reaction of your parents.
"I do" You said, sure. "Eddie, you are lovely, kind, funny and sweet. They'll see that, trust me."
Eddie stayed silent for a moment, you could hear an owl hooting through the thin glass of the window of his room.
"I'm scared." He said finally, his gaze meeting yours again.
A sad smile appeared on your face. "My boy." You whispered as you pushed him towards you, making him rest his head on your chest. "It's okay, baby. They'll like you, I promise."
Eddie slowly nodded, now it was your time to run your hand up and down his back, between his shoulder blades, to reassure him.
After less than twenty minutes, he fell asleep and a light snore coming out of his mouth from time to time.
You, unlike Eddie, weren't nervous about the meeting with your parents because everything you said to reassure Eddie was true: you'd told your parents so much about him that it was as if they already knew him and when you described him to them you always talked about how he really was, how you saw him and not what other people thought of him.
They really wanted to meet him for the first time and already loved him. To them, he was part of the family just like you were to Uncle Wayne.
Finally, you fell asleep too.
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Eddie paced nervously up and down his room, occasionally glancing at the clock. He had to be at your place in two and a half hours, his hands were already sweating and the floor was covered with possible clothes to wear which he couldn't decide between.
He was grateful that the night before you had tried to reassure him saying that your parents would love him, but his mind was still clouded with hundreds of doubts and fears.
Try as you might, you couldn't really understand how he felt.
Eddie had been there before. Whenever he went to his friends' house when he was younger, when their parents saw the way he dressed, when they listened to the music Eddie liked, when they found out his father was in jail and Eddie would probably become like him.
Each time his friends said their parents didn't want Eddie to come back, sometimes they said they didn't want their kids to be friends with someone like that anymore.
Eddie walked over to the nightstand and took off his rings and the chain bracelet on his wrist, the skull and the cross clattered against each other as they fell on the wood of the nightstand.
Then, with a towel found in the bathroom, he removed the remnants of the black polish on his nails, a slight smile appeared on his lips at the memory of when, a week before, you had painted his nails leaving a kiss on every knuckle.
For once he just wanted to be liked. He didn't want them to think he was weird, that he was someone you needed to stay away from.
He dropped the chain with the pick next to the rings and took off the Black Sabbath shirt he was wearing, leaving it in the pile of clothes next to the bed.
Eddie was just so scared. He was scared that when they saw him they'd look at him with the same expression everyone looked at him at school, with the same expression Jason Carver had when he yelled "freak" at him every time he purposely bumped into him in the hallway.
He was afraid of losing you.
Eddie put on a shirt that covered up any tattoos on his arms and then pulled his hair up like he's never done before. He removed the skull bandana he kept in his back pocket, his chain and his belt.
He looked in the mirror wondering who the person in the reflection was.
It wasn't himself and he didn't like him.
But maybe your parents would have done it.
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When Eddie knocked at your door and your mom went to open, you almost didn't recognize him.
He was wearing a white shirt that you've never seen before, not even in his closet, so it must have been something Wayne wore when he was young or a new purchase, and light blue jeans, probably the only pair he owned that weren't ripped.
It was weird not to see him wearing at least one black thing and without a shirt of some metal band.
"It's so nice to finally meet you!" Your mom smiled shaking his hand and letting him into the house.
When he introduced himself saying his name was "Edward" you didn't know whether to burst out laughing or yell at him.
"You are not what I imagined." Your father commented.
"I could say the same." You said through your teeth, staring at him in disbelief.
He wasn't your Eddie.
It wasn't the first time he'd wore his hair up, sometimes you even styled them that way when he asked you to but this time there wasn't even a hair out of place or a strand sticking out of his bun.
His hand felt almost naked, without rings and bracelets.
"It's a pleasure to meet you." He said, politely.
He was too composed. Too fake.
He didn't talk much during dinner and it wasn't like him. Every time you went to eat with him and Wayne, Eddie was always talking about everything that was on his mind, ideas for his next campaign, songs he was writing and books he planned to read.
This time, he was so quiet it was almost scary.
He wasn't your Eddie.
And the fact that, for the first time, he was trying to be different than who he really was just to please your parents was heartbreaking.
Halfway through dinner you decided you'd had enough and suddenly leapt out of your chair. "Eddie, we need to talk."
He looked at you with the expression of a child who gets caught doing something he shouldn't do, before following you into your bedroom, his head lowered so as not to meet your parents' gaze.
You closed the door behind you, finally finding yourself alone with Eddie.
"So... what the fuck is that?" You asked as Eddie sat on the edge of your bed with a sigh.
"That what?" He mumbled, but he knew what you were referring to.
"All of that." You pointed to his entire body with your hand and he ducked his head, embarrassed and dejected.
"I just wanted to make them like me." He whispered as you crouched down in front of him so you could see his face, placing a hand on his knee. "For once I wanted them to accept me and not think there is something wrong with me. I was afraid that after seeing me they would have told you to stay away from someone like me. Please don't me mad at me."
"Eddie, I'm not mad at you, I could never be mad at you... but this is not the guy I fell in love with." You waited a moment for a reaction from him that didn't come, then you continued talking. "I fell in love with a guy who's always talking, who sometimes even yells beacuse he's so passionate about what he's talking about. A guy who wears bands t-shirts and would rather be burned alive than conform to the crowd. Of a guy who's trying to save money to get another tattoo, not trying to hide the ones he already has by wearing long sleeves."
Eddie remained silent, you reached out your arm and, when your hand found the back of his head, you loosened his hair which fell over his shoulders in a cascade of brown curls.
"I fell in love with a sweet boy that is also a mess. And doesn't try to be perfect to please others."
You ran your fingers through his hair, making it regain its usual volume.
When he finally looked up and met your gaze, you placed your hands on the sides of his face and your thumbs caressed his cheeks.
"Whoever was that guy who walked through my door tonight, he wasn't my Eddie. The serious, composed guy who barely said a word during dinner was not my Eddie."
That was the first moment his lips hinted at a smile.
"Eddie, I love you. I love you because you are you."
He placed a hand on your back and gently pushed you towards him, making your lips meet in a way that said "I love you too", dropping you onto the bed almost on top of him, causing you both to chuckle against each other's mouths.
"I'm sorry" he whispered, you could feel his breath on your skin. "I ruined everything."
"You didn't ruin anything." You reassured him. "Just my sight when you showed up with that awful bun." You added jokingly, bringing your hand to play with his locks.
Eddie laughed, lying on his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. You lay down next to him.
"Really, they already like you anyway. I talk about you all the time it's is almost annoying."
"Really?"
"Really."
"So can we do it again?"
"Do it again?" You raised your eyebrows.
"I have my real clothes in the car."
"No way."
He chuckled. "I was unsure until the last moment. I have everything in the car, leather jacket, Black Sabbath t-shirt, chains, rings. Everything."
"Get the fuck out of here and change your clothes!" You pushed him out of bed as he burst out laughing.
God, you loved that sound.
"Do you want me to change in the car? Do you want to expose me to the possibility of your neighbors seeing how handsome your naked boyfriend is?"
You huffed. "I'll go get your damn clothes." You got out of bed, gesturing at the shirt she was wearing. "You can burn those."
You crossed the dining room, heading to Eddie's van when you stopped to notice your parents were giving you a questioning look.
"I'm going to get his real clothes and then we'll do it all over again, okay?"
They looked at each other for a moment without understanding but then nodded.
Before leaving, you stopped again.
"And for the love of God, call him Eddie."
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When he came back to your parents, finally looking like your Eddie, you were holding his hand. He hadn't asked you to do it but you knew he needed it at that moment because as soon as your palm met his, his fingers immediately intertwined with yours.
"Oh, now you look so much more like the guy my daughter is always telling me about!" Your mom commented when she saw him standing in the dining room.
She was not mad, she was not disappointed. Eddie hinted a smile.
He shook hands with your parents for the second time that night. "Eddie Munson, I'm an idiot and I don't know how I ended up with a wonderful girl like your daughter."
You all laughed and you kissed his cheek.
That was definitely your Eddie.
He sat at the table, he still had a dessert to eat and a lot of things he wanted to talk about.
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eddiesxangel · 2 months
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Me and You? Together? | Eddie Munson x Best friend Reader
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Eddie Munson + You = BFFLS that’s all you’ll ever be… unless?
Cw: Angst? Small fluff, Queer!Eddie, reader uses she/her pronouns, open ending? One mention of the upside down (ikr who am I?)
wc:1.7k
I think the story needs more pages, yes I've been in love with her for ages 🎶
"Oh, you two are just the cutest couple in here." the older waitress with the retro yellow diner dress and apron with a name tag that read Judy, fawned over you and Eddie. However, you were quick to correct her.
"Oh no, no, just best friends," you lightheartedly giggle.
This stung Eddie. Friends. Best Friends. Two decades worth of friendship, and it haunts Eddie. That is all you'll ever be... Best Friends.
Not once had you shown an ounce of interest in being anything more, but Eddie, on the other hand, fell in love with you in stages throughout his life.
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When you were three years old, you moved to the trailer park where Eddie and his family lived. Being the only two kids, you were immediately drawn to one another. Eddie remembers that summer, the scorching summer sun beat down mercilessly on the trailer park as you both ran around in your underwear, laughing and shrieking, under the cool spray of the garden hose.
When you were both five, you had a "wedding" and promised one another vows. Eddie always remembered his promise to be your best friend and to always be your best friend. He told you he loved you, and you told him you loved him and sealed it with a small kiss and a slew of giggles. Your parents gushed about how adorable it was and how they couldn't wait for the real thing. Too bad Eddie's parents never would make it to the real thing.
As you both got a little older, around ten years old, you huddled together in your sleeping bags, whispering secrets and sharing stories that only best friends could tell. The sound of your laughter would fill the air, mingling with the chirping of the crickets and the rustling of the leaves. Your makeshift tent made out of bed sheets and sticks would only last so long as a barrier before you got scared of bats and earwigs, but Eddie promised to never let anything hurt you. He held your hand until you fell asleep.
When you and Eddie were twelve, and he struggled with his parents, you lent him your unwavering support and helped him weather the storm. You were his rock, his confidant, his best friend.
Eddie's world had begun to feel unfamiliar and uncertain during that period. Puberty had started to alter his body and yours, for that matter. Eddie saw the changes happening within you and within himself... He noticed how you got more attention from boys as your chest started blossoming and how he also longed for that attention. An ugly feeling would bloom in Eddie's gut and he hated it when the boys would stare at you or talk to you.
But you would never stray too far. Even with your first boyfriend, Eddie didn't understand why he hated the guy so much. He was a nice boy and never picked on Eddie like the others, but for the life of him, Eddie hated his guts. Especially when he would watch him hold your hand or kiss you on the cheek. He wanted that with you, but he also wanted to be you? He was so confused. He, too, wanted to hold your boyfriend’s hand and have him kiss him on the cheek, and that scared him.
Both your emotions lead to changes in the dynamics of your friendship, such as sleepovers. Previously, a fun and carefree activity had become different since it was now mandatory to sleep in separate rooms, a rule both your parents and Eddie's Uncle Wayne agreed upon. Yet, through the difficult times of teenage angst, you both powered through and came out stronger than ever.
When all the shit happened with the upsidedown a little over two years ago, you were at his bedside every day until the visiting hours were over, and the hospital had to physically kick you out; you would be back the second they started up again the next day. That was the last straw for Eddie. He could no longer deny his feelings for you anymore. He was in love with his best friend.
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"Oh well, that's too bad; if you ever change your mind, invite me to the wedding, okay?" She smiles and takes your orders to the kitchen.
When the waitress left, Eddie saw his window of opportunity.
"Hey, uh, what if I took you out?" Eddie fiddles with the paper straw wrapper.
"We are out, Stupid." You laugh.
"No, no, I mean, can I take you for a drink?" Eddie was never this anxious around you, and you noticed. Like something in the air had shifted.
"Like a drink?" you raise your brows.
"Uh... yeah." You had never seen Eddie so nervous with you before. Where was this coming from?
"Oh God, I'll have to think... We're friends, Eddie, I don't know? It-it doesn't feel right." This had caught you so off guard.
"It's cool... no, yeah,- I-I was just messin'," he waves off, and your heart alleviates.
"God Eddie! You really had me there." you laugh and Eddie's heart sinks, and you can see him slouch back into the booth. His body language completely shifted.
Fuck, how he hated this; you were the only one who ever made him feel right. You were it for him.
No matter how hard he tried, his mind would always wander back to the same vision of a future with you. He saw the two of you building a beautiful life together in his dreams. He imagined the joy of raising children with you, cooking together in the kitchen, and sharing parenting responsibilities. He could picture himself changing their diapers while you watched with a warm smile.
Visions of you going to the Winter Fair, which was not the most exciting event; he envisioned you, him and your hypothetical child going there every year, enjoying the festivities and watching the colourful lights glow in your eyes. These thoughts filled him with happiness, and he couldn't wait for them to become a reality.
Unfortunately, you have shot down any possibility of being more than friends with Eddie, not to hurt him but because you only see him as a friend. Never once had it ever crossed your mind to see Eddie as anything more. Honestly, you questioned his sexuality over the years.
One memory, in particular, flashed in your brain as you pondered on the possibility of Eddie being serious or just taking the piss?
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"Eddie, what are you doing?" You walked into your bedroom to see Eddie standing in the middle of your room, facing your full-length mirror.
"Oh, me? I liked your dress and wanted to see what it would look like on me? Kinda badass, no? Some may even say... metal?"
You can't help but laugh.
“Ed’s, you can’t even do it up; you’re going to rip it!”
“You’re being a hater… Imagine! Me on stage shredding to Ozzy in this?" He gestures to your floral church dress, which he’s paired with his black Converse all-stars. He’s always been flamboyant.
You can't help but roll your eyes. Your mom just bought you this dress.
“What, Sunshine?” He smirks.
“Ed’s, are you?-Is there something you want to tell me?” You bite your lip, not wanting him to freak out.
“You know me, sunshine! I’m just me,” he twirled and showed off his boxers.
“Okay, but if you ever wanna tell me anything, I’ll be here for you.”
“I know.” He smiled.
Sometimes, you wondered about Eddie... He never fully came out to you, and you never pressured him to do so because you loved him regardless. You wouldn’t ever have a chance with him; he’s your platonic soul mate. Sure, he’s handsome if you like that bad boy-leather-metalhead thing, but who’s to say you were even his type? You were a girl.
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When Eddie asked you out just now, you had no idea how to take it? He’s him, and you are you… you’ve been attached at the hip forever, but never did you think you’d cross the threshold? Did he want to cross it? Did you want to cross it?
He was so nervous as he asked you. His hands wouldn’t stop fiddling, and he fumbled his words. His breath got all gaspy, like when he was trying to brush off something that bothered him. Maybe he was being serious?
“Ed’s?”
“Yea?” You saw a glimmer of hope behind his eyes.
“Don’t you like… boys? I’ve never seen you-“
“It’s okay- lots of people think I’m gay, but it’s cool, right? We’re friends! Why would it not be?”
“No, no, of course, but you’ve-you’ve never been with a girl or at least that I know of? So I never thought… Really? Me and you? Together?”
“No, you wouldn’t have thought.” He bit back bitterly. “I know, I’m queer; you know I’ve always been different.”
“Ed’s, I’m sorry I just- I never thought of you like that because I’m a girl…”
“Ask me, Sunshine.”
“Ask you what?”
“You know.”
“Do you like girls?” You spit out.
“No, sunshine, I like you.”
“But you-"
“I know how I am!” He raised his voice. He never raised his voice. Not at you. “I don’t like conformity and social norms, and sure, I like men, and sure, I like to dress up in your clothes and like to put on your makeup, but fuck, I especially like it because that stuff belongs to you, I do it because I love you.” There he said it, finally he felt like the 100lb weight had been lifted off of his chest.
“Ed’s-“
“No! I love you, and I do it because I like it and to be close to you because you’re my whole world, sunshine, and if I can’t have you, I don’t know what I will do.” He reached out for your hand across the table, and you let him take it. Your fingers intertwine.
It was quiet for a moment. You needed to process. Things between you won’t be the same after this.
“Talk to me, Sunshine?”
“I just never thought this was an option between us, Eddie. I need time.
“I’ll wait for you; I’ve waited this long.”
You only stay in silence for a moment before Judy comes back around.
“Okay, kiddos, 2 burgers and fries, enjoy.” The waitress smiles and places your meal in front of you.
“Excuse me, Judy?” you call out.
“Yes, darling?” She turns back with a smile
“Can we see the drink menu?” You chide
“Coming right up”
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bree-cheesy · 1 year
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Forbidden Pleasure
Joseph Quinn x fem!reader
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A/N: So here I am with another fic after like almost a month. Sorry y'all. I get excited to write for like a week then don't want to for a month. Hope I make up for my absence. And I hope you guys like the fic. Took me a lot of effort to make honestly.
SIDE NOTE: Messed something up so I had to delete and repost! Sorry!!
Credit to @nowadayz for the gif
Warnings: SMUT 18+!!! Minors just go away. (dirty talk, mutual pining, intense kissing, slight sub and dom themes but only if you squint, fingering, unprotected p in v sex, cockwarming mentions, finger sucking.) Some fluff, co-star friends to lovers, not very plot heavy, reader and Joseph practice kissing for a scene. No use of Y/N. Think that's it. It's not proof read either.
Word Count: 2093
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Joseph was your costar. You both were starring in a romance movie about two ex lovers. They were separated when they went to college and recently ran into each other when your character got a new job in the character’s old town. It was pretty cliche, but it was your first film you were starring in so you were excited. Joseph played the love interest. It was your first film where you had to act out a sex scene. You were so unprepared. It’s not like you’ve never been with someone intimately, but acting a sex scene was so much different then actually having sex.
Joseph was nothing, but kind to you about the whole thing. He knew you were nervous about it and was super supportive. He was nervous himself because he was too afraid to admit he was attracted to you. He was head over heels for you almost. He wanted to make the whole scene perfect for you because he had a small amount of hope something would happen between you both. He would have to wait to say anything until filming was ended because you both could be kicked from the movie. He didn’t want that for you.
You were in your trailer, preparing for the scene. It was only you and Joseph and the filming crew on set that day, but you were still nervous. What if you were bad at it? What if you forgot to brush your teeth beforehand? Thoughts were zooming through your head so bad that you almost missed the knock on your trailer door. You got up and opened the door. Joseph was standing there.
“Oh, hey Joe.” You let him in and shut the door behind him. Your palms felt sweaty around him. He was hard to be around. It was almost intimidating.
“Hey, just thought I’d check on you before the scene. See how you’re feeling.” Joseph ran his hand through his hair and gave you a weak smile. Even if the smile was fake, it was still beautiful. God, that smile. It was something you saw in your mind at almost every waking moment. Completely tormenting you all day every day. Everything about it was perfect. Not to mention his eyes. Goddamn he was just a beautiful man. “Hey, you there?”
You shook out of your thoughts and looked up at him, gulping nervously. “Yeah, yeah. I’m nervous honestly.” You walked back to the desk you were at and sat down. “Scared I’ll do bad. Haven’t really had very many praises on my kissing skill in my life.” Joseph looked at you confused. You shook your head. “It’s not important. Don’t worry about it.”
Joseph sat down on your couch in the corner, sitting back and manspreading in a way that made chills go down your spine. You usually hated when men did that. Why is it so attractive when he does it? “I understand. I haven’t necessarily had complaints about my skills, but it’s different in front of a camera. Always a little nerve wracking.” He smiled at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Especially when the girl you’re kissing is pretty.”
You blushed and rolled your eyes, peeking at the time on your phone. “It’s no secret that people don’t want me to do this movie. There have been complaints since before we started filming. One little mess up and I’m fucked, Joe.” You groaned and held your head in your hands. Joseph rolled his eyes.
“Don’t even worry about that. You’re gonna do fine.” Joseph looked at you, an idea suddenly crossing his mind. It was a stretch so he was scared to even ask the question, but you looked desperate. “Uhm, we could practice.” You looked up at him confused. Practice? Practice what? Fake sex?
“Practice?” You asked, still terribly confused.
“Yeah, like practice kissing or something. Like, if you’re so worried you’ll mess it up, we can practice to see how we work together.” He shrugged and sat forward a little. “In my opinion, it’s worth a shot.”
You bit your lip nervously, your cheeks heating up. Kissing Joe out of character? What was he thinking? This is dangerous. Who knows what would happen between you two? The attraction between you two was undeniable. The kiss could spark something dangerous. Something forbidden. “A-Are you sure?” Your voice was meek and shaky.
He nodded and stood up. “If you don’t want to, we don’t have to. Not gonna force you to do it.” He held his hand out and you took it, standing up in front of him. “Look, you set the pace. If that means I don’t touch you, or if there's no tongue, I don’t care. All up to you. I want you to be comfortable.” He looked so kind and gentle. You are lost now. Unable to let the chance of feeling his lips not in front of a camera pass up. It was a need. Not a want. A need. A need clawing at your insides that was getting almost too much to handle.
“U-Uhm, okay.” you gulped nervously and he smiled.
“Okay, what’s the rules then, m’lady.” He held his hands out like one of those wooden dummies you’d draw. “Guide my hands wherever.” You pouted a little and gently took his hands, putting them on your waist. Seemed like a secure spot. He’d have a grip on you in case the kissing was just too much and you passed out.
His hands flexed against your waist, aching to slide under your t-shirt so he could feel your skin. He needed more, but he was going to stay true to his word. The pace of this was up to you. He looked down at you with such patience that it almost made you melt into a puddle at his feet. You usually were not the kind to want to bend at every command a man gave, but for him, you’d do almost anything. His head went down a little, just to get closer so it wasn’t awkward trying to start the kiss. His breath gently fanned against your lips. It smelled minty with a slight hint of cigarettes. It was sinful.
Gently, you pressed your lips to his. His hands tightened ever so slightly on your waist and you stepped closer. Mentally cursing at yourself for kissing like a scared teenager, you deepened it ever so slightly. Both your eyes fluttered shut, noses bumping a little. He couldn’t stop himself. Your lips were just too soft. He needed more. He pressed his lips harder against yours and you let out a soft whimper, pressing more against him. He wouldn’t go too far. Not unless you did. He felt your tongue gently swipe his bottom lip and he opened on a sigh, hugging his arms around your waist.
Reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck, the kiss turned sloppy. Hot and wet. Teeth clashing. It was primal. A need deep down in the both of coming out after one simple kiss. You moaned into his mouth when he pressed you up against the wall, slotting his mouth hard over yours. You were so fucked. So absolutely mega fucked. He tasted like pure sin. Better than anything you could’ve imagined.
His hands went down to your ass and squeezed softly, groaning and slotting his thigh between your legs, making your knees buckle and fall into him. His hands went down your belly and roughly unbuttoned your jeans. You wiggled your hips slightly as he stuck his hand inside, welcoming the gesture with open arms. His fingers slid to your aching pussy which was now completely soaked. It always was when you thought about him.
“Fuck… so wet…” Joseph groaned into your mouth and moved down to kiss your neck. His fingers found your clit in record time and you moaned a little louder than intended. Just as he was about to go further, your phone rang. He gasped and pulled away. You scrambled to grab the phone and looked at the contact. It was the producer. He was calling you to get ready for the scene. Joseph fixed his clothes and you hastily buttoned your pants back up. No words were spoken between you two and you both awkwardly walked to hair and makeup.
--2 hours later--
The tension was sizzling between you two after the scene. Everyone could tell, but no one was going to say anything. As you got back to your apartment that night, your phone buzzed. It was a text from Joe. You bit your lip nervously and looked at it.
Joey: You better open your front door.
Confused, you opened it and were met with Joseph standing there, out of breath and holding onto the doorframe. Before you could get a word in, he rushed at you, kissing you with such urgency you'd 've been convinced the world was ending. You weren’t going to stop it, though. His hands ripped your shirt and pants off before picking you up and carrying you to the couch. Your ass landed in his lap facing away from him. You took a deep and much needed breath. You hadn’t really gotten one since he tackled you.
He kissed your neck while you shimmed your panties down your legs. His hand went between your thigh and he groaned into your ear. “God, the most perfect pussy…” His middle and ring finger slipped through your soaking folds making you whine and squirm in his lap. He lightly slapped your thigh. “Be a good girl and hold still.”
You nodded and whimpered softly, lolling your head back against his shoulder. He gently rubbed your clit, whispering dirty nothings in your ear, slowly making you come undone. You felt his hard on growing under your ass, making it so hard to not wiggle against it. His fingers were so gentle and talented. Your body quivered against his chest, breath coming out in hard pants. “Joseph… I need.. please!” You whimpered, feeling yourself getting close.
“Cum for me, baby… I want to see it.” he slipped his middle finger inside your pussy, his thumb working against your clit in time with his finger’s thrusts. You felt yourself squeeze around his fingers, Joseph whispering encouragements into your ear. Finally, you cried out and came hard around his finger. He pulled his finger out and pressed it against your lips. You sucked on it obediently, wanting to please him. He reached down between you two and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling his aching cock out.
“Joseph… please….” You whined, wiggling against his cock. You just wanted him inside you. He wouldn’t even have to move, just put it inside you and let you warm his cock. Anything for him. He gently lowered you onto his cock, stretching you out so good. It was a little painful, but it felt so good at the same time. It was a forbidden feeling running through your whole body. Without even thinking, you started bouncing on his cock. It wasn’t even something you knew you were doing.
He grabbed your hips and helped you up and down his cock, grunting and groaning. Your moans echoed through your apartment, a beautiful song only you two would be able to make. You pressed your palms on his knees and rode him harder, whining and moaning, your eyes shutting at his tip pressed against the spot inside you that made you weak.
“That’s it, baby. Use my cock… Use it, baby…” Joseph slapped your ass, making you yelp and go faster, chasing the release you so desperately needed. Joseph moved his hips up against yours, meeting your thrusts and driving you wild. He felt your pussy walls clench around his cock and gritted his teeth. “S-So tight…” Joseph stuttered out.
“I-I’m gonna cum, Joe-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before cumming hard for the second time. Joseph groaned and felt his release snap, filling you up. You fell back against his chest, your breath coming out shaky and hard. Your eyes shut and your hand went back to behind his head, snaking your fingers through his curls. He breathed heavily and gently lifted you off his cock, setting you back down on his lap, too tired to get up. Turning his arms, you snuggled into his chest and fell asleep. He just hugged you close and shut his eyes.
It was a forbidden thing for the two of you. No one would know until they had to. Forbidden, but so amazing. Forbidden pleasure.
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manicpixiedreamcurl · 2 years
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Just Make it Better。*.✧
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Pairing | Eddie Munson x bartender!reader
Warnings | 18+ only, porn with a fair bit of plot, swearing, oral (female receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, AU where the pull out method is infallible, he comes on reader but like in a romantic way. 
Word Count | ~4,830
A/N | Eddie: that's what's killing the kids!!! Me, twirling my hair: haha, wow, so true, Eddie.
It was super fun to watch stranger things 4 late and say to myself, wow Eddie is so cute, I wonder if there’s any fics of him, then hop on tumblr and find out he's the internet's latest boyfriend. Happy to be here with you all. 
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“Hi, sweet boy,” you coo, squatting down to let the little black and white cat rub his face against your hand. When you place the plate down for him, he lets you keep petting him for a while before he goes for it, as if he knows that’s the price of the food you bring him each night. 
You’ve been affectionately calling him Banjo, after the instrument that was playing in the bar the first time you saw him, when he was all skin and bones. His fur is softer and fuller since you first encountered him mewling by the dumpster behind the Hideout. Steady meals and a little love have brought back his willingness to groom himself. “You’re looking real cute these days, mister.”
“You really know how to make a guy jealous.” You jump at the sudden voice from behind, falling on your ass on the ground beside your stray friend. Banjo, who has become less jumpy the longer you’ve known him, doesn’t even look up from his dinner. 
“Jesus Christ, Eddie!” You yell, pushing yourself up to stand, rubbing your hands on the front of your denim shorts.
You should have known he’d appear. He never let a Tuesday go by without talking to you, but you’d thought you could avoid him today. Banjo was probably here twenty minutes ago, waiting for you, but you kept yourself behind the bar until Eddie and his band were almost finished on the makeshift stage in the corner of the Hideout. You’d thought, foolishly, that he might take the hint and leave before you came back inside. 
If he had, it would have guaranteed you another week of not going home with him.
“Didn’t mean to scare you,” he says in earnest, having the humility to look a little guilty. “Just wondering why the little guy gets all the compliments.”
You don’t answer, embarrassed that Eddie saw you acting like that. All soft for a dumb cat. He might get ideas about the kind of person you are.
“What are you doing out here, anyway?”
“Was looking for you. Wanted to tell you the big news,” he grins, widening his arms. “You are looking at a member of the Hawkins High graduating class of 1986. Got the diploma and everything.”
Your look is impassive. “Amazing to think what somebody can achieve in just ten years.”
“Only six, actually,” he corrects, joy unwavering. He watches you pick up Banjo’s plate and give him a couple long strokes down his back, standing to the side to keep the back door open and allow you through. 
“So, what’s next, Eddie? Let me guess. MIT, right?”
It’s mean, you know it is. But you can’t help yourself when it comes to him. 
When you first started working at the Hideout, the Summer after you yourself graduated, you tried keeping him at arm’s length gently. You were all one word answers for a while. But he could deal with that, easily. Half the kids in his club started like that. He’d coaxed every one of them out of their shell, building them up from shy, quiet boys to almost-men willing to stand on a shitty little stage and play their own music in front of a whole room of people who’d maybe rather they weren’t there.
So you’d changed tack. Instead, for the last year, you’ve been trying to beat him away. Trying to make it as clear as possible.
I’m not worth it. I’m not good for you. I won’t ever make you happy. 
The success of this tactic had been hampered, you knew, by the way you let him take you back to his uncle’s trailer every once in a while.
“I’ve got plans,” Eddie’s eyes sparkle, more sure of himself than a new graduate has any right to be.
“And these plans involve continuing to play here every Tuesday,”
“Well, I know you’d miss our little chats,” he says. “Besides, we are technically supposed to get paid for playing here, and I haven’t actually seen Tommy in like two months?” 
You hum. That sounds about right. Tommy had started to make a habit of letting you close up on Tuesdays, especially. “Try letting him smack your ass next time you see him,” you answer. “That usually puts him in a good enough mood to pay properly.” 
Eddie makes a face like he’s considering it. “We’ll maybe make that Plan B.”
That almost earns him a smile, but you push it down. “Great, now, get out from behind the bar.”
Eddie bows his head a little like he’s apologising. He jogs round the bar, hair flying behind him before he settles himself on the stool across from you. 
“Honey?” You glance down the bar at one of the regulars. “Can I get two beers for me and my buddy?”
“Uh-huh, which buddy’s that, Murphy?” He makes a non committal noise, gesturing vaguely behind him. “Yeah, nice try, but we agreed, three tops. This is the last one, then it’s Pepsi for the rest of the night, okay?”
He grunts, but doesn’t complain, just grabbing the open beer you hand him and returning to his place at the edge of the room. 
You glance at Eddie, finding him smiling at you warmly. “So, what did you think of the show?”
You purse you lips, trying to look like you’re really thinking about it. “You certainly make me appreciate the talents of real musicians, Eddie.”
In truth, you admire Eddie and his friends, playing their music every Tuesday for an audience that barely realises they’re there. And it’s good; loud and real and alive. Stuff you’d listen to in the car, if you had one, and if they ever made a real record.
And you like watching him play, especially. Eddie has always had confidence you couldn’t believe, but when he’s got a guitar in his hands it’s like it has somewhere to go. The way he looks with his head thrown back, hair wild about his face. It’s half the reason you tried to avoid him tonight, knowing you were too worked up to say no if he asked to take you back to his.
“Your children are waiting on you,” you tell him, looking pointedly behind him at his bandmates who you know for a fact are too young to be in here. They’re watching both of you with the dumb grins boys get when their friends talk to a girl. God, you can believe he just graduated. This feels exactly like being in high school. 
“I can, uh, give them a ride and come back for you, if you want,” he says, gently, scratching the side of his neck. 
You swallow, knowing exactly what will happen if you let Eddie bring you back to his trailer. You mentally count how long it’s been since you let him touch you. At least a month. Longer, if the warmth between your thighs is any indicator. 
This is the worst part. However you say it, accepting his invitation is telling him that you’re thinking about him, that you want him. 
“Okay,” you say lightly. Looking away from his eyes, so intent on you. 
“Yeah?” He grins, throwing his shoulders back and nodding. “Okay, I will see you at one then.”
You hum, still trying to make it seem like you don’t care either way. When he’s gone, you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment and regret. Fuck, why couldn’t you just tell him, once and for all, that you aren’t interested. He’d listen, you know he would. He wouldn’t like it, but if you really told him that you didn’t want to keep doing this, that he should stop talking to you, stop inviting you home, then he would. 
You’re resigned to it, the rest of the night. Even as you’re flipping chairs on top of tables, you’re rehearsing what to say. Listen, I’m just gonna go home, you plan out every word in your head. I don’t think this is going where you want it to, Eddie, and we’ll both be better off if you leave me be from now on.
Only, there he is at the window, smiling and waving at you like an excited boy about to take you to prom. 
He even opens the passenger door of his van for you.
The whole way, he talks at you easily, letting you wallow in silence. He tells you about his final month at high school, the way he’d clawed his way towards a D in English, which surprises you, given how much he reads. 
It’s strange, listening to him talk about something that feels so long ago, now, for you. But you were there, together at one point, even if you never spoke to Eddie at all while you were. Different circles, different friends. Not that any of yours lasted past senior year. Eddie was the only person you talked to from school, these days. 
It has you thinking, what it would have been like if you’d spoken to Eddie, properly, when you were in high school still. What would he have thought of you, if he knew you before life decided things were a little too good and kicked you in the teeth? Would he like you better without the jagged edges? Would you let him be sweet with you, outside of his bed, like he wants to be?
Eddie lets you into his trailer first, directing you straight to his bedroom, as always, after the one time Wayne had come home early. He hadn’t caught you on your knees for Eddie, the way you had been when you heard his car pull up in the middle of the night. But he had caught sight of you disappearing into the bathroom. He had seen Eddie standing there with your bra held behind his back, trying to casually untuck his shirt from his newly pulled up pants to cover the wet patch where you had pressed your mouth over the denim just to see him throw his head back. 
It had taken him two months to get you here again.
“So, they both have girlfriends?” You ask, incredulous, breathing out smoke that already has you a little more relaxed, a little giggly with him. He’s telling you about the youngest in his group, and the weird way they try to one up each other when they talk about the girls that conveniently both live in different states.
“So they claim,” he nods, taking the offered joint from your fingers and resting it in the ashtray beside his bed. “Amazing how times change. Girls were certainly not impressed by guys that play fantasy games, when I was fifteen.”
You hum, not sure that’s true. You remember Eddie at fifteen. He was just starting to grow his hair out, and it looked crazy, sure. But his eyes were as they are now, big and expressive. 
“Maybe not when you were fifteen, but don’t tell me you haven’t had a couple cheerleaders going through a rebellious phase in this bed over the years.” There’s a pause, and you catch Eddie glancing up at the ceiling. You howl a laugh. “I fucking knew it. Some metalhead you are. You liked the same girls all those basketball players were into.”
“No need to be jealous, sweetheart,” 
That has you rolling your eyes, whether he’s right or not. “As if I’d be jealous of Hayley Matthews.” You watch his eyes for a twitch, any hint of being caught out, but he’s just watching you, unamused. “Olivia? Zoe Miller!” His expression is unflinching, increasingly frustrating you. You grab his wrist and squeeze. “C’mon, tell me!” 
He tries to shake your hand off his wrist but you just hold on to it with the other, opening your mouth to try and irritate him more when he grabs your hands in his and presses them together, pinning them against your stomach. Arousal zings up your back, the wetness between your legs that has been there since he first strummed a chord at the bar suddenly much more noticeable. 
None of this gets past Eddie, who shakes his head at you in disapproval, voice harsh. “You know, you’re getting kind of predictable, sweetheart.” 
You rub your thighs together, anticipation making your head a little fuzzy already. You’re so close to getting what you want from him. In a second, he’ll flip you over and tug off your shorts, pull your hips up and bend himself over your back. Then he’ll give you his cock, and his groans in the air above your head. He’ll let you bite his sheets and smell him on them. Soon you’ll feel good and owned until your head is empty, like you want it.
Only, Eddie just lets your hands go, and backs away from you. You watch, fighting a pout as he stands by the bed and removes his t-shirt, grinning at the way your eyes dart between his tattoos, his necklace, then back to his face. He reaches for you, grasps your hips and this is it. But he’s not turning you over. He’s pulling you towards him, your ass almost hanging off the side of his mattress, his big hands resting on your hips. He lets you squirm and avoid eye contact for a second before he works the button of your shorts open, pulling them down your legs and off your feet. He throws them over his shoulder in a way that might make you laugh at him if he weren’t staring at you like that. 
Eddie hums, hooking his arms under your legs to open them up for him. He leans his body over yours, and for a second you think he’s going to kiss you. But his lips find your neck instead, soft kisses he trails down to the neckline of your shirt. He shoves the fabric of it up, up and over your chest, face still pressed against your collar bone when he tucks his fingers into your bra to pull it down over your tits. 
You let him do everything wordlessly, not exactly able to complain even if he’s doing this softer, slower than you normally get him to. His breath goes a little funny when he pulls back to glance at your chest, but he’s back to himself in a second, burying his face against the skin between your tits before he drags his lips up to pull at your nipple. You feel a little bit of teeth on the sensitive skin and whimper, pushing the heel of your hand into his sheets. 
You moan outright when he rubs his thumb against your clit over your panties, digging the material between your lips. You feel his grin against the underside of your breast, then on the skin by your belly button and above your panties. “Eddie,” you say, trying to sound put together even as he has you ready to beg. “You don’t have to.”
He pulls your panties to the side with one hand and glides his fingers up your pussy with the other, stopping at your clit to give you a little rub with the rough pads of his guitarist fingers. “I can see that,” he answers, grinning and dropping to his knees by the edge of the bed. He pulls your panties further to the right and out to let him get his head where he wants it. 
You cry out his name when he gets his mouth on you, immediately lifting your hips up and off the bed with your feet on the edge. You feel his laugh against your cunt as he presses you gently back down to the mattress. There’s no teasing, just his wet, soft tongue playing with your button, drifting down to give your hole a wide lick before he’s back looking after your clit. 
Your hand is gentle, threading through the hair at the top of his head to hold him to you, even though he doesn’t even pull away for a second. You dare yourself to look away from his ceiling, down your own torso to his face between your legs, whining to find him with his eyes already on you. 
You feel the tips of his fingers circling your hole, rubbing over your entrance before letting them glide inside, pressing immediately against the spot that has you throwing your other hand down to his hair and grasping him tighter. 
Everything is numb but the pleasure building deep in your cunt, his soft hair between your fingers and your thighs. “Eddie,” you gasp, needing something, you don’t know what. You whine, wanting him to know what to do to make it happen for you, like he always does. “Eddie, please.”
He shakes his head between your thighs, his tip of his tongue bullying your clit, and then he’s pulling your hand from his hair. Turning his palm to yours, he curls his ringed fingers between yours, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. 
You squeeze his big hand as he pushes you over, hips jerking against his face wildly. You cry out at the intensity of him still playing with your twitching button as the pleasure in that spot becomes unbearable. He gives your clit one final kiss, a little suction between his lips that has you slamming both your hands against the mattress repeatedly. When he takes his fingers from your pussy, you can feel the slick that follows them leaking out of you. Without hesitation, Eddie buries his fingers in his mouth, tongue dragging between them as he pulls them back out, already clean of you. 
The other hand, still grasped in your own, he brings to his lips as he stands. He presses his swollen, wet lips to the back of it, along your knuckles. 
When he untangles your fingers, your chest aches.
“C’mon,” he says, so gentle. “Want you naked.” 
You pull your top over your head, relief at the new cool air on your heated skin almost overwhelming. Eddie focuses on getting your underwear off while you remove your bra, then he tugs your socks off your feet. 
He smiles at you, tilting his head. His gaze moves over you, up from your swollen cunt to your face, which you’re sure is giving away everything you’re feeling. A little shock, some nerves. All your adoration. 
“So pretty, all over,” he says, kissing your knee that’s still tucked up to keep you open for him. “Pretty cunt, pretty tits, pretty face,” he grins against your skin. “Pretty girl.”
You can’t help yourself when you giggle, feeling a little manic from what just happened. Eddie’s eaten you out before, lots. Before and after he’s had his cock in you. But not like that, never so gentle yet frantic, like he was desperate to do it, not to get you wet enough for him, but to make you feel legless and soft on his bed. 
You miss his hand in yours. 
The metallic jangle of his belt buckle has you shaking your hips in excitement, wanting him now, now, now. 
“I know,” Eddie says, unzipping his pants and pushing them down over his narrow hips. His thick cock is flushed pink, his balls heavy and swollen and fuzzy with dark hair. The sight of his cock has you wrapping your hands around the back of your legs and pulling back, not even feeling judged or insecure when he laughs at your movement, but just more desperate. 
Eddie takes some deep, slow breaths, wrapping his hand around his swollen cock and pulling the skin back over his wet, sticky head. You don’t know why you’re not telling him to hurry up, you’re feeling desperate enough for it. But it doesn’t feel like your place right now, to tell him what to do with himself, or with you. 
Eddie watches your face as he drags the head of his cock up, his wide head catching your hole then pushing at your sensitive clit. Your mouth sits open, ready to moan when he finally gives it to you, but for now you’re just gasping, giving him little girlish whines that have his cock twitching in his hand.
He breathes out through his nose when he catches his cock against your entrance a final time, sliding himself into your wet, clenching cunt and groaning through his closed mouth. 
You clasp onto his shoulders as he builds his pace, stroking himself in and out of you steadily, the wet sound of your cunt clasping onto him filling the room. His hair falls round the sides of his head, and you wish that he’d tuck it behind his shoulders so you could see his lovely face better. 
He does, throwing his head back like a lion shaking its mane to get it out of his face, making you breathe a quick laugh. Eddie’s eyes are so soft on you, then, his hands gentle on your hips. “You wanted to see me, huh?” 
He always knows. 
“Mmm-hmm,” you whine, fingers digging into him.
“You like looking at me while I fuck you?” You shift your hips against his, dizzy with the questions when you don’t want to be thinking anymore, not when his cock is finally getting good use of your cunt like you wanted. “C’mon,” he murmurs, leaning over you, his face now close to yours. Oh, that makes you squeeze around him, enough that you see him pull his eyebrows together. “You like looking at me?”
“Yeah,” you whine, hoping that’s the last of it.
“You’re usually so mean to me,” he breathes, hand coming up to stroke the hair back from your forehead. You mewl at the stuttered thrusts he gives you, grasping him pleadingly. “So fucking mean all the time, but that’s okay.” He smiles at you, thumb stroking over the top of your cheek. “It’s what you need, so you can be good for me like this. Isn’t that right?” 
You’re staring at his big eyes, your vision steadily blurring. “Yes, Eddie,”
“Yeah, I thought so, baby,” he coos, pressing kisses under your eyes. “And you’re so good for me when I get my cock inside you,” he nods you through your cry, letting you know it’s all okay. “So good for me when I touch you.”
“I wanna be good,” you tell him, feeling overwhelmed, but suddenly desperate for him to know. 
“Oh, sweetheart,” 
“I wanna be good, Eddie,” you cry, tears finally falling down the sides of your eyes. He hushes you, holding your face in his big hands, thumbs wiping the wetness away from your burning cheeks. You squeeze his shoulders, wanting him to kiss you. 
It’s like he knows. He always fucking knows. Eddie presses his soft lips to yours, breathing in your cries from the constant movement of him over you, inside you. He draws his hips back, then up as he pushes in and oh God. 
“Eddie,” you gasp.
“That’s it, yeah?” You nod desperately, reaching out almost blind through the tears in your eyes to find his hand and drag it to the top of your cunt, his laugh above you breathy. “I’ve got you,” Eddie says, letting you press his fingers to your clit. He flattens three of them against your sensitive button, rubbing in wide circles that have your thighs shaking. 
You realise suddenly that you’ve been holding your breath, feeling it fall out of you in a wail. You stare at his face as the feeling builds, spreading from the spot the head of Eddie’s cock is dragging against with each thrust to your clit and up your spine. His cheeks are spotted pink, the hair covering his forehead frizzy but for where it’s sticking to his skin. His wide eyes are intent on yours as he nods. “C’mon,” he says, his cock twitching and you realise he needs you to get yours first. “Let me feel it, then I’ll give you my cum all over your little pussy, just how you like.”
Your whole body spasms when you come, your toes curling, your legs pushing up and out enough that Eddie has to put some effort into keeping you in place. He’s murmuring praise all the way through, telling you how good you are for him, how nice your little pussy feels clenching and pulling at his cock. 
“You, now,” you say, encouraging him along, wanting to see him and feel the evidence of his pleasure on you. 
Eddie gives a long groan, and you feel his cock twitch and flex inside before he drags himself from your hole. It sounds like it hurts to leave your warmth, and a little, insane, part of you thinks about telling him to put it back in and cum inside, if that’s what he wants. 
But he’s already at the edge. You watch through hooded eyes as he plays with his cock over your sex, curling his body over yours and slapping his hand on the mattress by your head. You place your palm on the side of his neck and he kisses your wrist quickly, groaning against your skin when he comes, ropes of him landing on your wet, clenching pussy. 
His hips twitch in the air as he coaxes out the final drops, letting himself rub his head against your sensitive clit, leaving his cum there even as your body twitches and jumps in protest. 
Your hand keeps rubbing the side of his neck without you even thinking about it, drifting up to scratch at the back of his head when he falls into you, his face pressed into the skin between your tits. You feel a little numb all over, apart from the space when his warm breath is leaving your skin hot and wet. 
Eddie kisses the inside of your breasts quickly, making to pull away but you’re grabbing him, wrapping your arms under his and around his torso. 
“No, don’t go!” You cry, the thought of the cold air he’s about to let touch your skin making you shiver. The fear that he’ll laugh at you hits with intensity, but you only hear his harsh breaths mingling with yours. 
“’m not going anywhere,” he assures you, kissing your chest again. “Just gonna get something to clean you up, then I’ll be right back, okay?” He nods, guiding you to nod too, loosening your arms a little. “Okay,” he breathes, pulling himself slowly from you. 
You stare at the ceiling when he’s gone, legs left open like you’re keeping the space for him. 
Your thighs shake when you feel a wet cloth, gentle and just cold enough to soothe your hot cunt. Eddie cleans around your thighs, which have been wet with you own slick the whole evening. His touch leaves you for a minute, then he’s back with a cool glass, hand on the back of your head, tipping water into your pliant mouth. Then, he’s pulling your boneless body up to sit and dragging a new t-shirt over your torso. The smell of him, smoke and masculine aftershave, embraces you, letting your already fuzzy brain float a little further away from any impending anxiety. 
You feel the bed shift and creak, then he pulls you up the bed away from the wet patch you’ve left on the sheets, settling you against his chest as he leans upright against his pillows. 
You drift a little at the feeling of his hand on your upper arm, gently stroking. Your eyes close, you don’t know for how long, maybe seconds, maybe minutes, but Eddie’s still there with a gentle caress.
You stare at the dark hair on his chest, trying to enjoy the afterglow even as shame starts to build in your chest. Your brain is already mocking you, for all the things you just said, all the things you let him coax from you. 
And he knows.
"If you want, the fur ball can come live here."
You blink, not following at all, and you’re not sure if it’s the weed from earlier or Eddie himself that’s caused it. "What?"
"Yeah, Wayne wouldn't mind as long as he doesn't have to be the one to feed him," he says, looking like he’s thinking it through even as he speaks, and you remember he saw you with the cat.
“You mean you’d look after Banjo?” You ask without thinking, still staring at his chest, not even realising you just told him you went as far as giving the street cat you feed every day its very own silly pet name. 
He keeps stroking the top of your arm. “Yeah, he could terrorise the birds in the woods to his fluffy little heart’s content.” Eddie’s fingers move, up and down, up and down. "And you could come visit him, I don't know, every day maybe." 
Your breath is unsteady. Slowly, you let yourself rest your arm over his torso, almost hugging him. 
"I think he would like that."
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orionchildofhades · 8 months
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steddie soulmate au, swapping bodies once in a while after a certain age part 1
and i can wait for you
part 1 | part 2 | Ao3
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eddie cannot wait, he has always loved the idea of soulmates, of someone, be it platonic or romantic, meant for him, just as he was meant for them. he loved to know that someone, out there, in the big bad world, would accept him for himself. he clinged to it after his parents disposed of him, after his father went far far away once his mother passed from a disease no one had bother naming for him.
of course he had heard of people without soulmates, or of those who didn't get along like they should, or disagreed too strongly on some matters that they couldn't look at the other.
but eddie refused to believe he would be one of them, because then, the universe would really hate him, wouldn't it? because eddie, at least until Wayne, had no one. nobody by his side. the universe would make it all alright by giving him a soulmate that would love him. he knew it. he had to.
because what else could he do when he had been alone, scared in some shitty apartment where the electricity had been cut out for days, and not a soul had stepped through the doors for just as long. when the cops barged in, carried him out and told him he wouldn't be seeing his dad anymore, when he was left with a man he had never met before and been told this would be his new life.
so Eddie hopped and waited, patient, alone. but he had Wayne to tell him stories. tales about his own soulmate, Patricia. She was german, tall, and lived on the road, driving through Europe in her big truck just like Wayne had done for years through the states. they never met, but both agreed that their life was too much of a mess, too much moving, too much distant, to try and connect. they had their lives, they adored each other but as soulmates goes, there was nothing more than deep, platonic care for one another.
the first time Eddie met Patricia had been wild.he had woken from nightmare with a jerk, finding waynes too smiley face above him, all soft eyes and laugh lines out, and he flinched so hard he fell on the floor. she had apologized, they both had laughed. it was all fine and well. they spent the day cooking after that. Patricia, using Waynes body so differently than her soulmate, had cleaned and complained, reassured the young boy that she loved doing it and seeing what wayne had done with his life, that complaining, for the pair of them, was a way to show that they cared. she introduced him to the lord of the rings for the very first time.
so he waited and hoped until his fifteen birthday, he waited and listened to stories, to Patricia who told him in hushed tones in front of the trailer while hanging the laundry to dry, about soulmates who were not woman and man, about same gender couples, she told him about things he would hear but shouldn't listen to. and he listened to people ar school saying things that went the other way around. about the way the universe sometime made mistake and how gross and terrible it was.
but eddie did not care, he just wanted his soulmate.
the say he turned fifteen, he was buzzing. waiting desperately for it. he might not meet his soulmate now, he was young and couldn't afford to travel, but he could learn to know them, little things about their lives that built the soulmate he was meant to have. and Wayne kept repeating that he shouldn't get his hopes up.
Eddie knew, of course, that soulmates might not swap immediately. his soulmate could be younger, and swapping came at random. once he had not seen Patricia and her soft accent for almost six month before she was there again, and then she spent three days by his side, laughing loudly about how much Wayne would appreciate the time on the rainy roads of southern England.
and he waited and waited some more while he saw peers around him behaving strangely before they announced being the soulmate. there was a girl once who started spatting japanese at a teacher's face when he kept asking about her homework. and Eddie waited.
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shelbgrey · 1 year
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Stuck in the middle: what it's like being close to Derek and Addison during their devorce.
Summary: headcanons on what life is like when two of most important people are at war and holidays become questionable.
Paring: Platonic!reader X Derek shepherd, Patonic!Reader X Addison Montgomery, Mark Sloan x reader
Request: @luvlesavyy Where the reader is a woman of about 21 years old, and enters the residency program along with the others, however, she is almost like a sister to Derek (they were raised together and even because of the age difference, they love each other too much) addisson is like a mother to her and she gets really bad with everything that happens between them. Maybe you could write headcanons of what her holidays would be like with them, the whole family together, and Mark would have a crush on her.
A/n: hope you like it, thanks for the request
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~you've known Derek since you were kids. Even though he's got a few years on you the two of you have been glued to the hip ever since you met.
~you of course met Addison through Derek and she seemed to take a immediate liking to you. You didn't really have a good home life so Addison didn't hesitate to take you under her wing.
~with the three of you being so close and them helping you through medical school you were certainly crushed when you heard Addie cheated on Derek.
~the night that it happened Derek had came to your apartment. He was emotional mess and not only was he distraught he was angry... And so were you, you would never in a million years think Addison would cheat.
~what hurt more was the fact that she cheated on him with Mark, another close friend.
~you always liked Mark. Yes he's was older but he always treated you like a queen dispite you being strictly friends. Derek always made sure of that.
~“I just need to get out of this damn city”
~“what if you came to Seattle with me? I'm starting the residency program there”
~so that's exactly what you did. He got his trailer out in the woods and you got an apartment about ten minutes away.
~like mentioned before you two are glued to the hip, but there was no way you were gonna live in that cramped trailer with him, no matter how much you loved him.
Your relationship with Derek:
To the unknown people might think you'd two would be a couple... That's far from the truth.
Derek is your Soulmate. He's more than best friend but less than a lover. You've always had each other's backs and he loves you to death.
Derek has always protected you, him and Addie both but Derek seemed to always take it to another level.
You met him through Amilea. It may sound stereotypical but you were getting picked on at a public park near the neighborhood you grew up in. Amilea saw it and got Derek, she was to young to handle it her self so she got Derek. He chased the little punks off and the rest is history.
As Kids you practically lived at the Shepherd's home. Mrs. Shepherd loved you like her own and never made you feel like you did belong.
You had decent relationships with his sisters I guess. Nacy and Kathleen made it clear they didn't care for you too much but Liz and Amilea cared for like crazy, but not as much as Derek did.
Derek is one that inspired you to become a doctor. You would always be fascinated by all his medical books and when he graduated medical school is when you decided to go yourself.
Him and Addison got you threw it all and never gave up on you.
It's the little things that made your bond strong, rather it be listing to your rants about your favorite topics, taking you to concerts even he doesn't like the music, dressing up on Halloween with you, or even taking you to watch every Harry Potter movie when they'd be in theaters.
He got you threw your first heartbreak and he's never confirmed or denied the facted he slashed your Ex's tires after finding out he cheated.
If you want a movie night, done he'll get the popcorn, you want to bast Elvis Presley he'll find all the speakers and dance with you. You had a nightmare, he'll sleep on the floor next your bed in till your not scared anymore.
You may not share the same blood but your his sister no matter what.
Your relationship with Addison:
Addison loves you like a daughter or little sister, there's no doubt about that.
She use to stay that day she met you she automatically new you'd be close.
She thought you most things girls learn from their mother, but since yours past away Addie made sure to take care of you.
She'd do your hair, help you pick out close, taught you how to use make up and was there when you got your first Period.
You wanted to be just like her and she was your biggest inspiration growing up.
She helped you get threw your insecurities and always made sure that you knew how beautiful you are.
She hates it when you talk down on yourself and she wishes you saw what she was and that was pure beauty.
If you say anything decorating about yourself she'll give you a little love tap on the head or shoulder.
You were her maid of honor at hers and Derek's wedding.
Addison was the only one who knew about Mark's feelings for you and she kept it a secret for him. She also told him to stay away from you.
When she slept with Mark she felt that she not only betrayed Derek but she also Betrayed you.
She couldn't bring herself to tell you. She didn't want to lose you.
What it's like being around them now:
You didn't know Addison was coming to Seattle. Everything seemed to be great Derek found a girl that really made him happy and you met this guy Alex.
When you saw her you immediately hugged her. Dispite what she did you really did miss her.
“I missed you Addie, but what are you doing here?”
“I'm here to get Derek back, what I did was unforgettable but I gotta try”
Uh oh...
When they do get back together you could immediately tell it wad a mistake.
It's like when a small child can tell mom and dad don't love each other anymore. You can just tell.
Both of them unintentionally stick you in the middle and use you to get back at each other.
“well tell him I can't do that and that he's an idiot”
“tell her that's not what the patient needs”
It drives you crazy but most of all it hurts.
You could tell Derek's hurting so you don't say anything. You love them both and definitely don't want to choose sides.
What holidays are like with them:
The first Christmas they had back together would have been depressing without you. Derek didn't feel like celebrating anything and Addison would ignore it.
But on the bright side you got a small Christmas tree to put in Derek's trailer and tried to cheer him up. With or without Addison you were gonna give Derek a good Christmas. He deserved it.
With Addison you'd look through magazines and pick out gifts for Mrs. Shepherd and Derek's sister.
Addison will make sure to get you expensive gifts. Some of which she over thought about. As bad as it sounds she unknowingly wanted to out do Derek.
Derek knows you like the back of his hand so he'd get you anything that you loved rather it be something from your favorite show or even one of a kind collectable.
The presents didn't matter you just wanted to have a peaceful Christmas with the both of them... Like how they used to be.
On Christmas eve you decorated the trailer and they came home to a Christmas tree and your puppy eyes begging for a Christmas.
It turned out to be an amazing night. Christmas movies and laughter. Like how it used to be..
If it's Halloween you and Derek will have a horror movie marathon. You two will be laughing at the gore and Addison will be covering her face in fear or disgust.
Thanksgiving is about like Christmas. You'd put something amazing together and you'll have one night of peace.
Mark having a crush on you:
This was just trouble from the start.
If we're being honest Mark loved you since they day you met, but the problem was he was too afraid to admit and derek would have never let it happen.
Mark loves everything about you. He loves how goofy and kind you are. He feel in love with how your eyes sparkl when you talk about something you love and he especially loves your bubbly personality.
Derek could tell. He saw the way he looked at you and it angered him and scared him. He didn't want Mark hurting you.
He thought he loved Addison but in reality he just wanted to prove to himself he could be happy without you. That wasn't true and not only did he hurt his best friend, he hurt you too.
When He came to Seattle he not only wanted to get Derek back, he wanted to get you back to.
Derek didn't trust him and he wanted to make sure Mark stayed far away from you.
At times it was annoying but you understood where Derek was coming from.
The day mark came to visit Seattle-Grace he got a punch in the face by Derek and you had to patch him up.
As you were giving him stitches his steal-blue eyes never left you. He could feel his heart pounding because of how close he was to you.
“I really did miss you N/n”
You didn't know what to feel. You loved his charm and you will admit you missed him. You missed his laugh, smile, even missed the smell of his colone.
You didn't want to get hurt so you pushed him away, but Mark wasn't gonna give up too easily.
He didn't tell Derek how he felt about you because he knew Derek wouldn't stand by it.
Addison on the other hand told him if he hurt you she'd cut his balls off. She just wants you to be happy but if your hurt all hell will break loose.
“”
You kept your relationship a secret for awhile. You told Callie because of how close you were but Derek was in the dark about it.
You hated lying to him but you knew he would never except it. But really he'd just be happy that your happy, that's all he ever wanted for you.
But mark told him to at the wrong time. Derek lost a patient and Mark was determined to tell him.
They got in a fight and you and Meredith had to pull them apart. You felt like you were being towrn apart. You didn't know which side to take.
The night if happened you want to check on Derek after patching Mark up.
“I love him”
“I just don't want you to get hurt”
You and Meredith got them to work things out and everything seemed to fall into place.
Extra headcanons:
You and Meredith become the best of friends through the two men.
Even though your bit, if not the same age as Meredith you two take care of each other.
Double dates all the time.
Mark is an amazing boyfriend and treats you like the queen you are.
Derek is still over protective but he's getting used to toning it down a bit. It's marks turn to take care of you.
You Became a Peds surgeon and the people who practically raised you couldn't be more proud.
When you become an attending you might or might not have a favorite intern.
Your basically to Levi Schmitt what Derek was to you. You take Levi under your wing and you two become close.
You and Mark end up having twins and Derek is their God-father.
Even though things started off Rocky they couldn't have ended better.
That's all for now,buddies
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Deadly Reunion| Chapter 18
Eddie Munson x female!reader // a stranger things apocalypse au
summary: You and Eddie have been best friends since childhood. But when the outbreak happened five years ago, you were torn from one another in the chaos. but now you’re left alone, after your group was killed by another radical crew, leaving you to seek out what was once home. // zombie apocalypse Hawkins set in 1993
warnings: angst + adult themes w/ descriptions of violence, blood, torture + other zombie apocalypse related issues (no use of y/n)
word count: 3.6k+
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You stared down at the coffee sitting in front of you, the dark liquid causing your tired eyes to reflect back up at you. The steam moved up and kissed along your nose causing the bitter smell to invade your senses. Coffee, much like alcohol, didn’t age well with the new age of the world. But it was the only thing keeping you slightly alert with the last few nights of light sleep. Your stomach growled hungrily for food, but even that didn’t seem appetizing to you at the moment. You weren’t sure how, or why, but something told you that the unrest and fear you were familiar with was going to come back to disturb the peace you’d found for yourself. Since seeing Eddie speaking with the Chief and a few other men, that look on his face, made you nauseous with anxiety.
“Coffee isn’t going to get warmer if you just stare down at it you know,” a voice spoke from across the table. Looking up you were hit with the cool gaze of a girl you recognized from your dor. Her red hair framed around her pale face just caused her blue eyes to be more striking. You couldn’t help but chuckle before reaching for the worn mug in front of you.
“I was so sure my glare would work,” You teased back with a smirk, before bringing the mug to your lips, swallowing down a grimace from the taste. “Was more so hoping it would turn into something decent.”
“No amount of sugar could make that shit water taste good,” The girl smirked. “I’m Max, by the way. Seen you in the halls upstairs.”
You nodded your head, repeating your name back, “I remember seeing you on my first day here. Nice to put a face to the name.”
“Is it true?” Max asked, causing your brows to pull together tightly in confusion, “Rumor has it you’re the one that chopped Wheeler’s arm off? He wouldn’t shut up about it since he’d gotten back with Jonathan.”
You chuckled and shrugged your shoulders, “Yeah, I-I guess so.”
“And you killed a bunch of Flayed?” Max continued with another question.
“Hasn’t everyone?”
Max shook her head, “I haven’t. Those things scare the shit out of me, hope to never come across one again.”
Max shuddered slightly as she spoke, before focusing her eyes back on you.
“They are scary, But people, they are scarier.” You spoke, before getting up from the table. You gave Max a small smile before moving to place you dirty plate at the station.
You continued walking till you found yourself outside a familiar trailer, knocking softly on the door, before taking a step back. You could hear movement from inside, before the door swung open, revealing Eddie behind it. He didn’t say a word, instead he stepped aside to let you in. The smell that hit you when you walked into Eddie’s trailer always seemed to make you feel at home. Safe. But seeing as the trailer smelled like Eddie it sort of made sense why you always found yourself here.
“I haven’t seen you in a couple days, thought maybe you were hiding from me.” You spoke, moving to sit on the small couch pressed against the wall opposite the door.
“Yeah,” Eddie sighed heavily, locking the door, before reaching to scratch the back of his neck nervously. “Wasn’t exactly sure what I’d say when I saw you.”
“Meaning?” You spoke, with a touch of fear and that ever choking anxiety in your tone.
Eddie sighed deeply and moved toward the small kitchenette part of the trailer, cleaning up whatever he’d made himself for breakfast. Your eyes lingered on his frame as he moved. His plaid, worn, pajama pants hung low on his waist giving you a view of the curls that laid underneath. The freckles that danced along his shoulders and chest were more prominent now thanks to being out in the sun. But you also didn’t miss the scars that decorated his skin along with his tattoos.
“I-I don’t know, sweetheart,” Eddie shook his head, his dark curls dancing around his face. “I don’t like keeping things from you…b-but I don’t…”
“Just spit it out Eddie, you’re scaring me.” You spoke.
“Fuck,” He set down what was in his hands before moving toward the couch. He moved to kneel between your legs and gently caress your face. Causing you to stare down into his doe eyes. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to scare you.”
You nodded your head and leaned into his touch, reaching to wrap your fingers around his wrist, holding his touch there.
“Does this have anything to do with you speaking with the Chief outside the Lab yesterday?” You asked.
Eddie licked his lower lips and nodded his head, “Enzo found where the group is camped out. Roughly 10 miles from here, more north. A few linger at the last place we saw them.”
“They are spread out and split?” You asked, confused about that tactic. The group was large, but splitting off didn’t make much sense, since it would most likely weaken them.
“Enzo doesn’t understand why, but none of that really matters. He wants us to head out.” Eddie explained, his thumb rubbing along your cheeks.
“You’re gonna go after them?” You asked.
“Yes. Part of the militia group will stay here, the other half will head out along with a few of those that go out on the raids.” He paused “Hopper isn’t really caring much to try and talk and settle with this group. They killed his daughter, and he’s out for blood.”
“He’s gonna start a war,” You stated, not even questioning your statement.
It made sense. With him wanting to know everything you knew the moment Hopper learned of your past.
“I want to join.” You spoke, sitting back and out of Eddie’s reach.
“No,” Eddie spoke, his tone firm. “You’re not.”
“I don’t think I was asking you, Eddie. In fact, I was telling you. I want to join.”
Eddie sighed heavily and rose from his place on the floor. His hand moved through his dark curls in frustration and pushed them from his face.
“You don’t know what you’re asking to get yourself into.”
“I think I do.” You scoffed “The revenge and rage that Hopper is feeling, I feel that too. I’ve been sitting with that and letting it grow within me ever since they killed my mother in front of me. If there is even a chance for me to take them out, I want in.”
Eddie’s shoulders fell slightly as he softened a little, but you could still see the determination in his eyes. The hard set in his mind of not having you join in the mess and chaos. “I know you want to get them back for your mom, fuck, I understand. But I can’t willingly want you there with me. Not when the risk is too high.”
“Risk of losing me?” You asked Eddie slightly moving his head, but you saw it. “So, you’re instead going to have me sit here, waiting, to see if you come back home? When I can be there? No. That’s not happening.”
Eddie groaned “You’re so fuckin’ stubborn.”
“Do you really think you can stop me?”
“No! That’s the fucking terrifying part. That’s why I’ve been avoiding this conversation. Because I knew…I knew the moment you learned of Hopper’s plan that you’d want to be a part of it. But I don’t want that, baby, I don’t. I can’t go into this knowing you’re gonna be beside me and I could watch you get taken from me.”
Eddie’s voice cracked as he spoke, causing you to rush toward him. You placed your hands gently on his chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat beneath.
“I would do everything in my power to make sure we came back together,” You spoke gently. “But I need this, Eddie. You want to know why I don’t sleep? Don’t eat? You speak of seeing something and knowing that there is something causing me pain. This is my something. I’m not saying it would fix me, I’m not stupid. But it would make me feel a whole lot better.”
Eddie whispered your name softly and bent down to press his head against yours, closing his eyes tightly, as he just stood there and held you. His arms wrapped around your body and pulled you against him. The two of you stood there in silence for a long moment before Eddie spoke again.
“I’m not gonna be one of those assholes that are gonna tell you what to do and expect you to listen. I know better. But I can ask, I can beg.”
You sighed, “Would you be mad at me if I said I was still gonna go?”
Eddie shook his head and pulled back, reaching to caress each side of your face. “No. I wouldn’t be mad. I understand, I do. But it doesn’t mean I’m not scared as shit.”
“I know baby.”
You rose up on your toes and pressed your lips against his, melting into him more the moment Eddie reacted. Eddie tilted your head back as he deepened the kiss causing you to moan and open up for him more. The moment you tasted him against your tongue you felt lost in him. You wanted nothing but Eddie.
The thoughts of not having him there scaring the shit out of you. You’d lost too much, and he would be the last straw. The last piece of your sanity gone. Your hold on him tightened more as that thought entered your mind. Eddie responded the same as he moved to press you onto the counter behind you. His hands disappear beneath your shirt, needing more skin to skin. It seemed those same thoughts were running through Eddie’s head. There were still moments when it felt like a dream that he had you. That you were finally his. Eddie wasn’t sure what would happen if that was taken from him.
“I love you,” Eddie spoke, the two of you panting as your lungs gasped for air. “I love you so much.”
You whimpered softly and nodded your head, feeling sincerity as you stared into his eyes. It knocked you even more breathless for a moment.
“I love you too.”
The corner of Eddie’s lips turned up before he bent down and kissed you again, the passion growing between you two.
x-x-x
Henry held tightly to the binoculars as he scanned across the perimeter. A snarl came across his thin lips as he watched the two Flayed stumble through the woods in front of their temporary camp. It was an old mall that was nearly secured for them. The land around it growing and taking back what was once there. But the building itself was still holding strong. It only took his men a week before clearing it out completely.
“Any signs of them?” A deep voice spoke from his left.
Henry’s eyes moved away from the binoculars and brought them down to his side before facing the man he knew who had come and joined him on the roof.
“No. Seems they left a few days ago.” Henry spoke, “I’m sure we’ll see them again in a few days.”
“We going to make a move?”
“Not now,” Henry spoke, turning toward the man more. “Neil you must know, we have to be smart about this. Let those at the Lab think they have the upper hand.”
Neil Hargrove nodded his head and took a deep sigh, “Billy and Jason think the rest of the camp will be here in the next couple of days. Have done enough sweeps through the mall to secure and see no other Flayed inside. Can also get supplies and secure some of the outer walls if needed.”
“That sounds good.” Henry nodded his head, “Have Tommy and the others do an outside sweep. Make sure none of those fuckin’ monsters are within miles of this place.”
“Yes, sir.”
Neil Hargrove turned and headed back toward the open door that led to the staircase down into the mall. Henry stood there for a moment longer, his blue eyes scanning over the front of the mall, before following behind Neil. Once he entered the main area at the center of the mall, he couldn’t help but smile. Seeing what his people have turned it into. A few found settlements within the courtyard, but also saw others settling into former storefronts.
His eyes landed on one girl who sat at a table with a few of the others. Curly dark hair cut short as it fanned around her freckled face. He could hear the soft murmurs of her voice as she spoke with Billy Hargrove, pointing down at the map in front of her. Henry moved and walked toward the table, everyone’s heads popping up the moment his footsteps were heard. There was something about still seeing the fear flare in her eyes that seemed to turn Henry on.
“How are we lookin’ so far?” Henry spoke.
“Good.” Billy spoke, “Will be stronger and in full in no time. Can start the new recruits in training, be ready for them.”
Henry nodded his head, his eyes focused on the girl. “Wendy, do you feel the same?”
“Yes, sir.” She spoke, her voice firm.
“Good.” Henry’s gaze lingered on Wendy for a little longer, before turning to walk away. A sadistic smirk spread across his face.
x-x-x-x
You groaned slightly as the awareness of coming out of your deep sleep entered your mind. Your body felt heavy from the good sleep you’d finally gotten. Looking across the bed it didn’t take long to see that Eddie’s side was empty. The only thing left behind was rumpled cold sheets. You moved out of the warmth of the bed and slowly made your way to the main part of the trailer. Following the soft noise coming from the front where Eddie’s table sat. The sound of the sliding door caused him to turn toward your direction, watching as you slowly shuffled at the end of the hall.
His lips turned up as you walked toward him, happy to see the dark purple beneath your eyes lightened after your long sleep.
“Morning,” Eddie spoke as you moved to stand beside him. Your hand reaches down to gently caress his shoulder.
“Morning.” You spoke with a roughness to your voice. “How long have you been up?”
“Close to an hour,” Eddie shrugged, reaching for the cigarette he had resting in the glass ashtray at the top of the table.
You moved around to take a seat in the chair across from him, seeing a small notebook open out in front of him. His scratching like writing scribbled across the pages.
“What are you writing?” You asked.
“Nothing special.” Eddie shrugged “Just…sometimes still have songs that play in my head. Even with the end of the world, it seems that didn’t stop over the years.”
“Really?” You smiled slightly, causing Eddie to slowly nod his head. “Can I read ‘em?”
He took a long drag of his cigarette before lightly tapping the ash into the tray and letting it rest again. Eddie hesitated for a moment before lifting the small notebook front in front of him and handing it to you. You stared at him for a moment, a little hesitant, before grabbing it in front of him. A silence fell between you two as you looked over the words. Anyone who looked at Eddie’s writing would think it would be impossible to read, but not for you. Your eyes scanned over the words and felt your heart race with each passing second. It didn’t take long to decipher who the song was about.
You.
“Eddie,” You whispered, your eyes looking up toward him, feeling completely speechless.
“Woke up to your beautiful face beside mine…had to get the words out before I lost them.” He smiled coyly.
You flipped through the pages and found some older ones and felt tears in your eyes as you read over the words. Eddie always had a beautiful way with words, you always thought.
“Will you sing them for me?” You asked, closing the small black book and passing it back over to him. “One day?”
“Of course.” Eddie nodded his head, placing his hand on the table with his palm up. Quickly you reached across and grabbed onto his hand tightly. “Given much thought to last night?”
You nodded your head, tightening your hold on his hand. “I’m still gonna do it if that’s what you mean.”
Eddie pressed his lips together tightly and nodded his head, “Yeah…was worried you were gonna say that.”
You stood from your seat and moved around to him, Eddie pushing his seat back, as you moved to crawl into his lap. He held you tightly in his arms as your body molded against his. Your fingers moved to tangle into his dark curls and lightly scratch along his scalp.
“We’re not doing anything soon, right?” You asked, Eddie nodded with his head nuzzled into the crook of your neck. His lips pressed against the skin. “Meaning we can prepare for whatever Hopper has planned. Meaning we won’t be going into this blind.”
“We also can’t blindly go into this thinking everything is going to go perfect and no one’s gonna get hurt.”
“I know, I know.” You spoke with your voice low and soothing. “But we’re not gonna focus on that. We’re gonna focus on the fact that we’re going to end them. Get justice for those that we lost.”
Eddie nodded and pulled you tighter into him, before reaching to pull you down into a kiss. You could nearly taste Eddie’s fear, knowing that you were stepping into this fight. But you also knew that no matter what, he wasn’t going to change your mind about it.
Not when you could get payback for all that you’d lost.  
“Come on, we’ve got a meeting with Hopper in a little bit.” Eddie sighed, pulling back from you.
“Ok.”
You pecked his lips lightly before standing and moving back toward his bedroom. You change out of the shirt he lets you borrow and change back into your clothes. The two of you walked out of his trailer, his hand tightly holding to yours, as he led you toward the main building. The rest of the camp was going about their business like normal, unaware of what was brewing within. Eddie led you down the hallway where you knew Hopper’s office was stationed. He pushed open a door and you two were welcomed by a larger room with tables, maps, and tools.
“Edward, glad you could make it,” Hopper spoke, his eyes shifting toward you. “I see you told her of our plan?”
“Partially,” Eddie spoke, pulling you farther into the room, and squeezing your hand a little more.
“I want to be a part of this. Whatever it is.” You spoke up, keeping your eyes locked with Hoppers as you spoke. “You know what I’ve gone through with these people, and I want to end them.”
Hopper nodded his head, “It’s not going to be easy. We’re bringing this to their front door.”
“And I want to be there.” You spoke firmly.
“You’re not gonna talk her out of it Chief, trust me, I tried.” Eddie chuckled, moving around to the other side of the table. His grasp gone from yours, but he was still close.
“I can give you something that you don’t have. Insight. What you went through, no offense is nothing like what I did. They got you where you were weak, away from the camp. That’s how Sarah died, that’s how Nancy died.” You spoke, “They brought the fight to my front door. They are sneaky. They will be on top of you before you even know it. I’ll give them one thing; they are smart, and they are tactical.”
“She’s right,” Enzo spoke, standing up straighter and crossing his arms across his chest. “They are staying close enough, but just out of reach. They got us during two raid outings.”
“They obviously need something that you have. Encampments are rare to come across. You built this to be stable and to grow. That also makes this place a target, many are going to want to take this.”
“That was our thought as well,” Hopper nodded his head and reached to scratch along the beard that was fully grown along his jaw.
It saddened to see a man you thought of as a father figure at one point in your life worn down in front of you. It was obvious that this world wasn’t being kind of James Hopper and it was showing.
“Who else is part of this?” You asked.
“Almost all of the militia will be heading this, with a few behind in case anything happens to protect the camp. Harrington’s raid group will be joining.” Your stomach turned at the thought of Robin being a part of this. “Along with a few other men in the group.”
“Training begins at the start of next week.” Enzo spoke, “We have a lot of new recruits that are just at the age to get their assignment.”
“We’re gonna lose some people, I’m not…ignorant of that.” Hopper spoke, “The fact is we have try our hardest not to lose as many as possible.”
You swallowed back the bile that tried to rise back up as you sat and listened to Hopper go through the plan. As the day continued you were joined by Steve, Jonathan, and Argyle as they went over things.
You sat there and went through the list of people that you have come to care for, and then prayed that they wouldn’t be added to the people you’d lost.
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You Really Gotta Get Better At Lying
Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader
Featuring platonic!Peacemaker, Goff, and the rest of the 11th Street Kids
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Prompt: You’re a civilian with a superhero boyfriend. It was working out pretty well for you both until one day when you’re hanging out in his best friend’s trailer and you get stuck in the crossfire. This is based on episode 6.
Warnings: Mentions of guns, Cannon compliment jokes, language, and violence, joking references to m-preg and daddy kinks (this is Adrian and Chris we’re talking about and it’s based on the butterfly interrogation scene lol), Angst with a happy ending
A/N: Hey Guys! Cannot believe this is my first full fic I’ve been able to finish since last August…11 months! This year has been pretty nuts for me, but I miss my man :)))) ❤️🧜‍♂️❤️ (Also the part in italics is a flashback if that’s not clear.)
“Come in Adrian!” You heard a voice coming from the trailer as your boyfriend knocked.
“How did you know it was me?” Adrian asked.
“You knock in a very annoying way. Hi, (Y/N).” Chris said as you walked into his place.
“I’m sorry.” You placed a hand on Adrian’s shoulder.
“Well I think it it’s cute.” You smiled at him. He smiled down at you, breaking into an infectious smile. Your own smile only grew. “Hi, Chris.” You said turning to look at Peacemaker. Today was your day off and Adrian wanted to get wasted at the trailer. Despite not always getting along, you were pretty good friends with Chris so you loved going to his place with Adrian to hang out. When you got there he was in his super suit. This was no surprise to you. Adrian had brought his as well. Usually a day at Chris’ meant at least an hour would be spent doing target practice or what you liked to call watching your two favorite idiots fuck around.
You had learned about Vigilante not too long into dating Adrian. It wasn’t hard to figure out. You loved him, but he was an awful liar. One slip up lead to another and suddenly it was 3am and Vigilante was knocking on your door. You’d had a nightmare and called Adrian because you knew he was a night owl. You woke up hyperventilating and sweating, too scared to go back to sleep. You just wanted to hear his voice, but you weren’t gonna complain when he said he couldn’t sleep either and was on a late night walk by your apartment. You didn’t question how weird that sounded, you just wanted to be with him so you said he could come over. What you didn’t know was that he was actually on patrol on your side of town. He meant to change, before reaching your door, but somehow he was in such a hurry to get to you he just forgot. He didn’t realize when you screamed upon opening the door, already shaken up from your nightmare and now confused as to why the news’ least favorite costumed crime fighter was at your apartment. He screamed back at you.
“What are you screaming about?!” Vigilante asked.
“What am I screaming about?! What are you screaming about?!”
“Okay! Stop screaming! I am really confused right now!”
The more you thought about it the more you realized you knew that voice.
“…Adrian…”
“Of course it’s me! I know it’s late and it’s dark, but is it that hard to recognize me? I think you might need to check your eyes again, Bug-a-boo.”
One of those silly nicknames you loved. It was Adrian.
“…mask…”
You saw his eyes go wide behind the tinted red visor. His gloved hands went up to touch his face. He’d forgotten.
“Oh shit…” He said under his breath. “I- I don’t know who Adrian is…who’s that? I’m sorry I scared you, innocent civilian. I was just out doing my patrol duties and I-“
“Adrian…” You started to tear up.
“I told you I’m not Adrian. I’m Vigilante. Common mistake. Both names sound like super similar actually-“
“Adrian…” You cut him off again, bursting into tears, hugging him. He sighs.
“You’re okay, (Y/N). I’m here. Everything’s okay.”
You stared at a jar on Chris’ table. It had some sort of bug in it. It was a species you’d never seen before.
“What’s that?” You asked.
“You kept Goff?” Adrian questioned.
“Is that like the name of the bug or did you guys name it?” You keep staring, confused. It almost seems to stare back at you.
“That’s his name. We found him in a shitty politician.” Adrian answered. In him…? You didn’t want to know so you decided not to press as the boys continued to argue about keeping Goff as a dangerous pet.
“Why is he dangerous? Is he invasive?” You questioned.
“You could say that!” Adrian joked.
“Where is it from?”
“I don’t know, but I don’t think they came from our solar system. I feel like NASA would have figured that out by now, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they were fucking lying to us.” Chris said on the verge of telling another conspiracy theory.
“What…?” You finally broke your gaze from Goff.
“Don’t even fucking get me started on the moon landing and-“
“No, I mean this- this is an alien?” You cut off Chris. You turn to Adrian. “You’re fighting aliens?!”
“Yeah! How cool is that?!” His face lit up.
“So fucking cool!” You started nerding out with your boyfriend until your attention was drawn to Goff who was drawing a peace sign on the jar in some sort of weird goo. The three of you, after taking about a minute to freak out, sat on the couch to investigate. You sat in between Chris and Adrian. You were hoping this would keep them from arguing, but it did nothing of the sort. Before you knew it your head was resting on the back of the couch as the two guys argued above you. “Will you guys just kiss and make up already?! Jesus! Get a room! Chris you gotta have more patients and at least try to see his point of view. Adrian, baby, we have to ask yes or no questions because Goff can’t speak to us verbally and we don’t have an alphabet for him to spell things out with.”
“What if we got like an ouija board and just let him move the little triangle thing around?” Adrian wondered.
“I think that’s a great idea, but we don’t have one right now, so just while we’re limited on time we gotta keep it to yes or no questions, alright? Think of it like that pendulum thing I showed you. It can only swing so many ways like how Goff can only tap so many times.” Adrian finally seemed to understand. One of your favorite things to do together was info dump about your interests. Not too long ago you’d had a really big hyperfixation on ghosts, which is probably where he’d gotten the idea for the ouija board in the first place. It wasn’t that he was stupid, he was often just running a marathon in his head to find different solutions to the problems everyone else had already given up on. While he was trying to figure out a solution, everybody thought he was an idiot for even trying. That was one of the many reasons you and Adrian worked so well together. You both understood how the other person’s brain worked.
“Okay. Goff, are you here to put babies in us like in alien?”
Two taps: No.
Adrian sighs.
“Dude, you’re upset about that?” Chris asks.
“Well how else am I gonna experience motherhood?” Your boyfriend asked sadly. You rested your hand on his knee.
“I’m sorry, baby. But you know what? Maybe one day you can be a really incredible dad to our kids.” You blushed.
“You think I’d be an incredible dad?” He asked in awe.
“I think you’d be the most incredible dad.” You kiss him as Chris gags.
“Now it’s my turn to say get a room and not one in my trailer. I don’t want you guys fucking roleplaying your daddy m-preg shit in my bathroom.” Chris rolled his eyes.
“Oh my god that is not what I meant! Please can we just get back to the alien bug sitting on your coffee table?!” You exclaimed.
One tap: Yes.
“See! Even Goff agrees you’re being ridiculous!” You tell him.
“I am not!” Chris started to argue like a toddler.
Two taps: No.
“You’re acting like a toddler.”
One tap: Yes.
“Woah! It’s like Goff’s on (Y/N)’s side.” You smiled at Adrian’s amusement.
One Tap: Yes.
“You are not helping me here.” Chris whispered in a harsh tone to the jar.
One Tap: Yes.
You laughed. “Goff, do you wanna be friends?”
One Tap: Yes.
As you and Adrian continued to argue with Chris, much to Goff’s amusement, Adrian’s phone started to ring.
“Who is this…Vigilante? I- I don’t know that person. That’s um- is that even a name? I’m- sounds Italian and I’m- I’m- I’m American, so I can’t even-“ Chris ripped the phone from his hand and you gave him a sympathetic look.
“Babe, you really gotta get better at lying.”
“I’m great at lying!” You gave him a smile.
“Okay, honey.”
“I am!”
“A month after we started dating you showed up at my door fully suited up, completely forgetting to change after patrol.”
“That’s because I wanted to. It was my way of telling you.” He was obviously lying again
“Okay, honey.” You smiled as Chris shushed you. He was panicked, far more panicked than usual.
“What’s happening?” You questioned, starting to get nervous.
“The entire police force of Evergreen is outside right now. This place is fucking crawling with cops.” Chris whispered, opening his sunroof.
“Are we gonna fucking crawl up there?!” You whisper yelled, trying to keep your voice down. You were a civilian and despite hanging around superheroes you had never been in on the action yourself.
Adrian grabbed your hand. “It’s gonna be okay.” He tried to give you reassurance, despite not quite knowing what they were up against. “I need you to promise me you’ll stick by me, okay?” You stared at the roof in fear. “(Y/N), I need you to promise me.” Adrian looked at you desperately searching for an agreement.
“O-okay” You stuttered, your mind barley able to process what was happening. Chris climbs through helping pull you up as Adrian lifts you through the hole. You were so scared you didn’t even really notice Adrian had Goff tied to him with duct tape. Chris started climbing in a nearby tree. Adrian pushed you towards it. You shook your head at him, giving him a face that said ‘There is no way in hell I’m doing this’.
“I’m not gonna let you fall.” He promised. So much for that. Not long into climbing Adrian himself fell out of the tree. Usually you would find his clumsiness cute, but now was not the time. Chris put his free hand over your mouth to stop you from screaming.
“Oh fuck…I’m okay…” He said, a little out of it, just having at the wind knocked out of him. Of fuck. Goff. This is when you fully process the glass jar taped to Adrian’s back…the broken glass jar. Chris quickly helps you get down. You run to Adrian.
“Are you okay?!”
“I’m okay, I promise.” Adrian reassures you.
“DON’T MOVE!” The police detective yelled, pointing her gun at you. Adrian rested one hand on his hip, close to his knife and the other on your back so he could push you underneath him in a second if bullets started flying. You were terrified. You didn’t even notice Goff flying towards the woman until he started to fly into her mouth. Now you knew what Adrian meant by in the senator. Blood started pouring out of her mouth.
“What the fuck?!” You yelled in shock as Chris and Adrian started pulling you up from the ground. Everything was happening too fast. Suddenly you were running through the woods. Bullets were flying. Knives were being thrown.
“At worst, he’s paralyzed!” Adrian’s voice barley broke through to your clouded mind. You could see a clearing up ahead. Just get to the clearing. You can do it. Just get to the clearing. You saw Chris stop in front of you. He had a gun pointed directly at him. Then another. You and Adrian stop behind Chris. You’re surrounded. Adrian keeps you close. Then one of them falls to the ground. You grab onto Adrian’s back, not wanting to limit the movement of his arms. He reaches behind himself to put a hand on you. You turned to see another policeman had shot the guy who was pointing a gun at you.
“What the fuck?!” You yelled, trying to keep your panic down.
“Do you wanna ask stupid questions or do you wanna live?” He asked you as you hid behind Adrian again.
Chris and Adrian pulled you away from the scene as the man shot the defenseless low level cops on the ground. He mocked their cries as he shot them. Chris and Adrian brought you to a car the man had told you about. A getaway car that was waiting for you just down the road at the edge of the woods. Adrian shoved you into the car. You sat in the back seat with him as he continued to argue with Chris, even throwing his phone out the window at one point. He kept an arm around your shaking body. Eagly was squawking in the passenger seat. It was all too much.
“SHUT UP! BOTH OF YOU PLEASE.” You started to cry. “I LOVE YOU BOTH, BUT PLEASE! FUCK!”
Adrian placed a kiss to your forehead gently starting to rub your arm. “I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s not you. Usually I wouldn’t care, but what the fuck is happening?! Is the detective fucking dead?! Like is that what they do?! Just like fucking drill into your skull through your mouth and play Ratatouille?!”
“They can go through your butt too…” Adrian said quietly.
“Oh great! So glad! That must be so much more pleasant!” Adrian went to open his mouth, but you knew what he was gonna say. “Yes, I’m being sarcastic!”
“Okay. Thank you for specifying. Let’s just breathe. Can you do that? Can you breathe with me?” Adrian asks, starting to exaggerate his breathing for you to follow. He knew you were starting to get worked up. You always got upset when you were confused, but this was an entirely new level with an added sense of extreme terror and danger. You try to follow his breathing. “In and out. Good job.”
“Forget about the aliens I wanna know what the fuck was up with that one cop!” Chris questions from the driver’s seat, now done using Adrian’s phone to call headquarters.
“You mean you didn’t fucking know that guy?!” You question.
“No! Why would I just know a crazy fucker at the police station?!” Chris yells.
“I don’t know! Maybe the fact that he gave you a car?! You know some pretty weird fucking people! I’ve never met King Shark!” You scream, letting out a sigh, leaning further into Adrian’s touch as he kisses your forehead again, still trying to calm you.
The rest of your short drive to headquarters was mostly spent in silence. You had never been there, but you knew where it was. You were the only person Adrian told everything to. You walked into headquarters quickly, not wanting to be seen stashing the getaway car.
“What the fuck just happened?!” Chris yelled bursting into headaquarters.
“Who’s the civilian? I don’t think I have to remind you of the privacy of this mission.” A man who seemed to be in charge asked as you tried to make yourself small feeling scared and embarrassed. You think you remember Adrian saying his name was Murn.
“They’re my partner.” Adrian told the team.
“You have a partner?” The man who was absolutely John Economos asked. He was even taller than you imagined.
“I told you I had a partner. You knew about them.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t think they were real.” John laughed at his own joke.
“Um…hi. Sorry. Very real partner over here, what the fuck is happening?!” You interrupted. They all exchanged a series of looks you couldn’t read before one of them spoke up.
“Hi my name’s Leota. Why don’t we go talk in the other room for a bit?” You didn’t answer her, you just squeezed Adrian’s hand, not wanting to be separated from him.
“It’s okay. You can go. I’ll just be a few minutes. I promise you can trust her. Eagly does!” Adrian smiled at you.
“I guess he’s pretty good judge of character.” You joked, giving Adrian a smile.
“It’s okay. We’re safe here. Here, take this.” He reached for the back of his chair and grabbed a sweater he’d accidentally left there. He wrapped it around you. He knew how much you loved to wear his clothes. You were happy to be surrounded by his smell. You sighed, calming a little bit. “I won’t be long and I’m not gonna leave the building. I promise.” You nodded, reluctantly following Leota.
“Harcourt you handle this. Peacemaker, Economos in my office now.” You heard as you walked up the stairs. As Leota was answering some of your questions Harcourt and Adrian were downstairs having a very difficult conversation.
“You don’t look so happy. I thought you loved violence. I thought you said it was awesome.” Harcourt started, her voice thick with sarcasm. Adrian missed it yet again.
“Not when they’re involved.”
“Well maybe you shouldn’t have involved them then.”
“I didn’t mean to! I’m not normal. I know and usually I don’t care, but they are the only thing in my life that makes me feel normal- the only part of my life that feels normal. Even…even when I’m just Adrian Chase, the busboy at fennel fields, everybody acts like I’m a fucking freak or some big burden. But not them. They let me be myself. They like me! They’re separate from all of this. I should be allowed to have this one thing.”
Harcourt’s face softened. “You should be and I’m sorry…but that’s not how this life works. I know you want to keep them safe. It’s only gonna get more dangerous from here. You know what you have to do, right?”
“I’m not doing it.”
“Look…” Harcourt paused taking a deep breath. “Adrian…I’m sorry. Doing what we do- it isn’t easy.” She used his real name. He thinks this might even been the first time she’s really called him anything other than Vigilante, psycho, or dumb shit.
While they were talking downstairs you were upstairs asking all sorts of questions to Leota about the butterflies. She was answering as much as she could until Adrian knocked on the door. “Can I have a minute alone with (Y/N)?” He asked.
“Of course. Let me know if either of you need anything.” She smiled at you on the way out.
“She’s nice. I’m sorry I freaked out earlier. I think I finally have a handle on everything now.” You smiled at him, but he wasn’t looking at you. His eyes were glued to the ground. “Ade, what’s wrong?” You asked.
“I’m breaking up with you…”
“Yeah haha very funny. Now, what actually happened downstairs?” He stayed silent. “You’re serious? Adrian, you’re not breaking up with me.”
“Yeah I am actually.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want to date you anymore.”
“That’s not true. You’re an awful fucking liar, so look at me and tell me why you’re breaking up with me.”
“I already told you why.” He was starting to get choked up.
“Adrian, I love you.”
“I love you too-“
“Then don’t break up with me!” You cut him off.
“I have to!”
“Why?!”
“I need to keep you safe!” He raised his voice at you. He’d never raised his voice at you like that before. You started crying.
“Why don’t I get a choice?! What about what I want?! Shouldn’t it be my choice?! Adrian, I don’t give a fuck if it’s dangerous! Before I met you my life was awful! I was a freak! You are the only person who makes me feel like I can be my fucking self! You are the only person I don’t feel like a fucking inconvince around! The only one who understands me! Why can’t we just have this one fucking thing?!” You yelled.
He laughs through the few tears that had just started falling down his cheeks. “That’s what I said.” He sighs, sitting on the couch, wrapping you in his arms. “I’m sorry.“
“Please don’t leave me. You’re my entire world.”
“I may be your world, but you’re my sun, I live for you- because of you. There would be nothing without you. Nothing.” He kisses you on the forehead.
“So, don’t break up with me.” You were pleading quietly through your tears at this point.
“I’m sorry. I don’t wanna say I was eavesdropping, but I was totally eavesdropping. If you’re worried about them being safe I think I can help.” Leota entered the doorway again.
“How?” Adrian asked.
“Well, I have my wife set up in a safe house right now while things are a little extra sticky. Sometimes things get lonely. I bet she’d love a new roommate.”
“Adebayo, are you serious right now?”
“Very serious, Adrian.” She smiled.
“Oh my god I could kiss you.”
She laughs at his comment. “Don’t kiss me. I’m married. Go kiss your partner who you’re not breaking up with and don’t tell Harcourt about this.”
“I won’t.” He smiles.
“Okay, now I think you should really take her advice and kiss me.” You smile up at him, kissing him.
“Okay, lovebirds. I’m gonna go distract buzzkill 1 and buzzkill 2 downstairs. I’ll let you know if you’re needed.” She smiles, leaving you to alone.
“I can’t believe you almost broke up with me.”
“Yeah that would have been stupid.”
“Really stupid.” You added, both laughing. “I love you more than anything.”
“I love you too more than anything.” He said. You both smiled, kissing. You snuggled deeper into him and started a discussion about the logistics of how you would navigate this new adventure.
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lazy-drawn · 4 months
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Merry Lil' Batman!
Just saw it and I can say that it was a good movie. It made me happy, laugh and tear up a little. It was enjoyable and would watch again. Not much of a review just a small rant of this movie, pointing out what I liked about it.
!!SPOILERS!!
Can I just how happy I am with how Bruce is just a good dad here. Like he's overprotective of Damian sure. But when father and son are together you can tell how much Bruce loves Damian.
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Speaking of love as a Talia fan I'll be honest I was worried how she would be portrayed since we weren't given any hint of her in the trailer. But while we don't see her in the movie I'm just happy that they do mention her. And it is shown that Bruce does love her and she isn't the evil they have to fight (yes I worry everytime she is mentioned to appear). Here are three mentions:
Bruce's tattoo on his chest.
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Bruce mention of how he felt when meeting her for the first time.
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And the hinted she is alive but she must've given Damian to be raised by Bruce instead. Though she is a villian it doesn't seem Bruce or Damian feel resentment towards her.
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Anyway with that out of the way. Another like is Damian having a cat. And while it might not be our regular tuxedo cat I'm they show Damian to be an animal lover. And you guess what her name is. Wonder who she was gifted by?
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Now here are just some tear jerkers for me. The fact there are times that although not really stated what happened to Bruce's parents cause you know it's still a kid's movie I really like that they don't ignore it.
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Ah! My heart in this scene made my heart break. Damian lost of Bat-dad. Why!? Baby boy is crying....🥲
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If I was a little kid this would've scared me. This black and white with Damian running scared in a alleyway. Am I the only one that felt like it was a parallel to Bruce as a kid.
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With this one I did break. Not only for this Damian but also my mind quickly went to comic book Damian. And if you know his comic stories and the life he was dealt with. If your a Damian fan and love this boy can you imagine he was like this once to. 😭 (WFA Damian and Lil' Batman are so lucky compared to comic Damian.)
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Luckily Alfred was here! Another love for this movie is that not only do we feel the father and son love but you also feel it with Alfred. Our dear old butler (that I know some made fun of his design) that is much a father to Bruce and grandfather to Damian.
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Not much else to say. Just pointing out the things I liked about this movie. It was a fun time and hope you give it a watch. Tell me what you liked about it if you've seen it.😄😊
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loveshotzz · 2 years
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Safe Space - One Shot.
Eddie Munson x FemPunk Reader
Summary: You and Eddie share the same nightly routine but when he can tell you need an escape he offers up what makes him feel better. Weed and horror movies.
Warnings: SMUT! Minors Do not enter. Slight angst/comfort/fluff
Authors Note: @punxunited01-blog requested Eddie with a punk fem reader and I had had to throw in a tribute to the start of spooky season.
Tag list: @punxunited01-blog @munsonology @emotionaldreamer @thikkiesixx @eddiesprincess86
Sometimes Eddie didn’t know whether to be scared of you or turned on by you, at the end of the day he knew it would always be turned on. He loved watching you from across the trailer park, your trailer being a few doors down from his. You were always outside smoking a cigarette while he was enjoying his nightly joint. It was like a routine neither one of you really agreed to but always knew the other one would be there.
Your usually spiked hair was relaxed looking slightly damp tonight hitting just below your gauged ears, it was dark pink now different then the lime green he had grown accustomed to over the last week, or the fire engine red the week before. Your ever changing hair becoming one of his favorite things about you. He watched you exhale the smoke from your lungs through your septum pierced nose another cloud ghosting over the piercings of your full bottom lip. Knowing you those weren’t the only things pierced on you. A strong part of him really wanting to find out.
He takes a big hit trying to drown out his dirty thoughts feeling weird he was having them while staring at you in the dead of night. He knows it’s too much when it hits his chest, violent coughs erupting from his mouth piercing through the silence of the sleeping park. This has your eyes on him and he swears he sees a small smirk twist up your lips.
Once he catches his breath he raises his hand trying to signal that he’s okay, embarrassed but okay.
“First time?” Your voice startles him, there’s a teasing edge to it.
Eddie can feel his cheeks heat up and he’s glad you are far enough away that you can’t see.
“I think you and I both know that’s not true.” He smiles wiping the tears off the corner of his eyes from his outburst.
“Could have fooled me Munson.” He can see your smile clear as day now, it lights up your face in a way he’s never seen before. He never saw you smile in school, always keeping to yourself or the small group of friends you had.
A loud crash comes from the inside of your trailer, it makes you and Eddie both jump. Eddie hears two muffled voices like a man and a woman fighting but he couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. Judging by how your playful smile was replaced with a sad grimace you knew exactly what was being said. Eddie doesn’t know what you need but he knows you need something, making a split decision he offers the only thing he knows that makes him feel better.
“Wanna come show me how to smoke?” Eddie tries humor to lighten the mood shaking the bag of weed he pulls from his jacket pocket.
He can see the internal battle on your face, he watches as you take your bottom lip between your teeth looking between the metal head and the front door of your trailer. When your eyes meet his again you are already bounding over having made up your mind to get high with the cute neighbor boy instead of trying to play therapist between your parents. You’ll clean up the broken glass when you get back.
Eddie thinks you look less intimidating without your big combat boots, tonight your in just a pair of black house slippers, some baggy sweat pants and a Minor Threat sweater that’s so big its on the verge of swallowing you whole. There’s something intimate about seeing you like this. He feels over dressed in his usual school attire.
“Do you think maybe we can smoke inside? I don’t really need them seeing me over here if they come out.” You ask once you reach his porch steps, the pleading look in your blue eyes makes it impossible to say no to you. Uncle Wayne is gonna be pissed but Eddie thinks it’s worth it.
“Yeah, that makes sense. They don’t need to see you over here worshiping satan with the town freak, little do they know you’re the one teaching me how to smoke.” Eddie sees your shoulders relax at his light teasing, that same smirk begging to spread over those lips he would love to kiss.
“Exactly, you don’t want to ruin your perfect reputation. Better get inside fast.” Your response makes Eddie laugh with his chest as he opens his front door for you gesturing with his hand dramatically for you to enter.
There’s an awkward silence that fills the air once he shuts the door behind you two. Neither one of you having spent time like this together, Eddie not exactly used to having a pretty girl alone with him in his trailer. He lets out an awkward forced cough scratching the back of his neck. You spin around meeting his hesitant gaze, pulling yourself away from absorbing your new surroundings. His trailer was almost exactly how you had pictured it, but it was the feeling of immediate comfort you weren’t expecting to feel. The stress of what was going on at home disappearing temporarily as you and Eddie stared at each other not sure where to go from here.
“Umm, I could roll us a joint?” He offers shuffling nervously under your gaze. “I rented Evil Dead 2, don’t have to return it till tomorrow.” He adds eyes searching your face to gauge your reaction.
“I love Evil Dead.” You smirk and his shoulders relax. “Bruce Campbell is the fucking man.”
“Don’t get a lady boner on me alright y/n” Eddie teases raising his hands in warning, awkwardness dissipating. “Let me go find my papers.” He says before making his way towards his room.He doesn’t hear you follow behind him, your curiosity getting the best of you.
Eddie’s broad shoulders barely fit through the door way as you pass through the threshold. His room is exactly how you’d thought it would be, the faint smell of weed and tobacco lingered in the fabrics of the clothes that were scattered all over his unmade bed, his floor and draping over his desk chair. A giant hand made Corroded Coffin tapestry took up the largest part of his wall, the sight making you smile. He made sure anyone with ears knew about his band. Always swearing we’d see them play at Madison Square Garden one day. Right now they’d have to settle for the Hideout on school nights.
The rest of his walls were covered with various other metal band posters, you were more into punk rock but you could appreciate his taste. Then your eyes landed on his guitar, god she was even more beautiful up close. You’d admire him play through his bedroom window while taking one of your many smoke breaks in the dead of night. Unlike your neighbors who complained constantly, you loved when Eddie would play into the early morning hours. He didn’t know but his late night playing got you through a lot of nights just like the one you were escaping right now. Another comfort he brought to you.
“Jesus Christ!” Eddie screams when he turns around to see you in his doorway hand grasping his chest. “Some warning next time princess, you almost gave me a heart attack.”
You see his cheeks tint a light shade of pink when he looks around his room realizing how messy it actually is.
“I would have cleaned up a bit if I knew I was gonna have company tonight.” He chuckles nervously watching your eyes take everything in. When they meet his you can see a faint hint of worry on his face. Did you make Eddie nervous? His big personality made that seem impossible for anyone to do.
“I didn’t mean to scare you, I was just curious. And let me tell you Munson, you did not disappoint.” You tease lightly with a smile.
He narrows his eyes at you but you can tell he’s fighting his own smile and you wish he wouldn’t.
“You’re a real comedian y/n. Surprised I’ve never seen your stand-up.” He jabs back at you as his ring covered hands wrap around your shoulders turning you around, lightly ushering you back to his living room. You can feel his warmth radiating through your sweater, there’s a light pang of disappointment that fills you when he lets go to set himself up at table next to the couch.
“You can get yourself comfortable, just give me a minute to roll this and I’ll turn the movie on.” He gestures you towards the brown worn down love seat in the middle of the living room. There’s a collection of hats and various coffee mugs hanging over head, this place felt like a home unlike yours, even if it was just Eddie a lot of the time. His Uncle’s presence was still felt in the foundations of it.
You decide to pick the side that’s closest to the small TV in the corner. You push yourself back into the cushion and its more comfortable then you’d imagined, you kick your slippers off revealing your mismatched socks. You can feel Eddie’s gaze on you the whole time.
“Get ready in the dark?”
You snap your head in his direction ready to fire back some witty remark but when your eyes land on him he’s in the process of sealing the joint. His big brown ones never leave yours as his tongue glides over the adhesive, making your breath catch in your throat.
“How do you know I’m not color blind? And now you’ve just made fun of me for it.” You fire back finally finding your voice. Eddie’s placing the joint behind his ear when you see the smug look on his face turn to panic. He freezes and his eyes go wide.
“Shit- are you?”
You wait a little longer then you should to answer enjoying watching him squirm.
“No, but maybe this should be a lesson for you.” You finally say raising your nose up at him, struggling to fight the smile thats tugging at your lips.
Eddie slams his hands down on the table standing up in annoyance, the sound of his rings hitting the wood add some dramatic flair. He rolls his eyes hard at you before making his way to the couch.
“You really almost had me feeling like a piece of shit. Just remember who has the weed in this situation sweet heart.” He points a ringed finger at you.
When Eddie sits down the couch seems even smaller, his long legs naturally spread wide leaving them no where to go but pressed against yours. He finally removes his jacket leaving him in his notorious hellfire shirt and you’d never noticed how well it fit him from a far, you catch a small hint of his cologne as tosses the leather and denim over the wooden chair next to him. He takes the joint from behind his ear twirling it in his fingers as he lights it. His tongue poking out slightly from the side of his mouth in concentration. Once he’s satisfied you watch him bring it to his full lips inhaling deeply leaning back grabbing the remote off the magazine covered coffee table in front of you.
“You see something you like?” His teases blowing his smoke out.
It’s your turn to blush now, you bite your lip feeling the metal of your piecing against your teeth.
“In your dreams, just turn the damn movie on.” You huff stealing the joint out of his hands to distract yourself from the embarrassment of be being caught staring.
“Someone’s testy huh? Don’t worry I know once I turn this movie on your attention won’t be on me anymore.”
You turn to glare at him taking a big hit before blowing it in his face making him cough and laugh simultaneously throwing his hands up in surrender.
“Okay, okay I’ll stop. Lets play nice now yeah?” You see the sincerity in his eyes when the smoke clears.
You take one last hit blowing the smoke out of the corner of you mouth handing it back to him.
“Fine, I can be nice I guess.” You give in with a smirk.
“Thank you y/n, I’m glad we can be civilized adults.” He winks turning on the the TV and pressing play.
You two pass the joint back and fourth to each other in comfortable silence watching Ash slowly lose his mind in the cabin. Eddie’s eyes never leave the screen as he leans forward to put out the joint.
“Like the first one was good don’t get me wrong, but this, this is a masterpiece.” He says leaning back casually draping his arm over the back of the couch. You swear you could feel his finger tips graze over your shoulder.
“Yeah, Rami is a genius. I saw this in theaters and it was life changing.” You agree looking up at him, he’s already got his attention on you.
“I never knew you had such good taste in movies.” There’s a playful glint in his eyes.
“Well you only ever stare at me Eddie, maybe if you talked to me you’d know I have great taste in everything.” You tease raising an eye brow grinning.
Even in the dim lighting you can see the red run up his neck and cheeks.
“Hey I thought we were being nice huh?” He says bashfully shifting a little in his seat, his eyes avoiding yours.
Then the realization hit you. Eddie had a crush on you, the concept blew your mind. He was always so charismatic and borderline flirtatious with everyone that the thought never crossed your mind. You two both were outcasts just ran with different crowds, besides the friendly smiles he’d throw you in the hallways and your nightly silent smoke sessions you two had never really talked before. You’d always thought Eddie was cute, with everything going on at home it was just never the focus for you. But tonight Eddie rescued you when you needed it most. Tonight he could be your focus.
“I never said I hated it Munson.” You sigh deciding to make the first move and lean into him your back touching his chest turning your attention back on the movie. You do it so casually it takes him a minute to process what’s happening. He’s stiff underneath you and part of you gets scared you read this whole thing completely wrong. Before you can overthink too much you can feel him relax before his arm wraps completely around you pulling you in even closer. You can feel his face press against the side of your head, his breath tickling you.
“I’m glad to hear that princess.” He says lowly in your ear squeezing you softly.
There was something about being in Eddie’s dimly lit living room, cuddled on the couch watching one of your favorite horror movies that made you realize how good it felt to feel safe. You did everything in your power to push down the anxiety of the night ending out of your thoughts to savor this moment. You push yourself even deeper into Eddie’s chest getting greedy needing more.
His arms tighten around you matching your needy energy when you feel the light pressure of his lips in your hair, his nose running along the side of your ear. Eddie’s free hand comes up his fingers curving under your chin lifting your head up to face him. Being face to face with Eddie you can see how devastatingly handsome he really is. His big dark brown eyes felt like they were staring into your soul and it almost made you squirm under their gaze.
“Tell me if I’m reading this wrong and I’ll stop right now.” He whispers his fingers tracing over your cheek bones before resting at the crook of your neck.
“Well, I’m looking at you and not Bruce Campbell so what does that tell you?” You tease biting your lip.
Eddie’s face breaks out into a smile that shows his dimples chuckling loudly, never breaking his hold on you.
“I’m gonna have to kiss that pretty mouth shut.” He warns pulling you closer, his eyes continue to gauge your reaction until he’s close enough to close the distance.
His lips are soft on you at first moving lightly against yours, you can tell he’s getting used to your piercings. It’s when your tongue darts out against his bottom lip he deepens the kiss eagerly, both of you moaning at the sensation. You could taste mint and weed as your tongue explored his mouth and it was intoxicating to you. You pushed yourself even closer to him as the kiss turned hungry, teeth clanking together it felt like you were eating each other alive.
You feel Eddie shift underneath you his hands coming down grabbing your waist adjusting you so you were straddling his lap moving you both to the middle of the couch.
“This is better right?” He smiles at you completely eye level now, his lips swollen from yours.
You can feel him through the thin fabric of your sweat pants from this position and you have to stop yourself from moving your hips forward to try and ease some of your arousal. As if sensing your internal battle you feel his grip on your waist tighten moving you against the growing bulge in his pants.
“Fuck, Eddie” You breath closing your eyes, your hands coming up to rest on his shoulders.
“I asked if this was better for you.” He whispers as he starts leaving open mouth kisses up the length of your neck. “I need you to answer me baby.”
You feel his hands leave your hips making their way under your sweater, his calloused finger tips ghosting over your stomach.
“Yes, this is much better.” You moan as he sucks on the sensitive spot behind your ear causing you to buck forward getting the friction you want.
Your response is enough for him to start pulling at the bottom of your sweater asking silently for permission.
“Take if off.” You sound breathless as his mouth finally stops making work of your neck to remove the garment that was in the the way of something he’d only day dreamed about.
Leaning back Eddie isn’t prepared for what he sees once you are completely bare in front of him. You weren’t wearing a bra, and you’re nipples were pierced. Shiny metal bars poking through each one, causing them to stand at attention to him. His hands resting at your thighs squeezing tightly, a low groan falls from his chest.
“Jesus - fuck are you serious?” He asks as his hands start making their way up your thighs until they are spread across your stomach inching to where he wanted to touch the most.
“Never seen pierced nipples?” You smirk rolling your hips again, making him shut his eyes tightly for a second.
“Who in Hawkins has their nipples pierced y/n?” Eddie chuckles raising his eye brow in question.
You laugh at his response throwing your head back “Fair point.”
“Can I touch them?” He’s biting his lip looking between the metal on your breasts and your eyes, pleading.
“You can do whatever you want to me Eddie.” You finally confess dropping the playful demeanor.
You feel his hands smooth their way over your ribs to the bottom swells of your breasts, his touches are feather light. His fingers taking their time wanting to touch every inch of skin, he cups them firmly at first making you moan closing your eyes at the feeling. He takes this opportunity to ghost his thumb over one of the bars. This makes your body jolt at the new sensation. You feel him get even harder beneath you and his dark eyes look up at you from your chest.
“I’m going to make you feel so good baby.” He promises before his mouth is hot and wet on one of your nipples sucking harshly causing you to cry out. His fingers making work of the other. Your bury your fingers in his thick waves keeping him in place encouraging him.
“Eddie - shit that feels so good.” you are grinding shamelessly against him, feeling the coil starting to tighten, desperate to come undone all over Eddie.
His mouth leaves your nipple with a loud pop, his eyes are glossy, lids half closed heavy with lust when they meet yours. His hands stopping your hips from moving making you whine in frustration.
“I want to be inside you when you come.” He plants light kisses at the corner of your mouth giving a playful nip on your chin. “Is that okay with you?”
You are so far gone that you can’t form any words, your nipples sore and swollen, your underwear is so wet that its becoming uncomfortable. All you can do is nod, you are at his mercy.
“Say it, say how bad you want it sweet heart. I want to hear it.” His tone his pleading as he ruts himself up into you. When you go to meet his thrusts he stills your movements again.
“Say it if you want to cum.” This time there’s an edge to his words and it goes straight through you.
“I want to ride your dick till I cum Eddie.” You moan bouncing on him trying to feel anything. “I want you.”
That’s all Eddie need to hear before he’s picking you up off the couch wrapping your legs around his waist, doing his best not run into walls carrying you both to his bedroom. His lips never leaving your skin. His knees hit the edge of the bed and you both fall onto the pile of clothes.
“Hold on.” He mumbles against your chest untangling himself from you, shoving the pile of clothes off in one big sweep, his eyes zero in on your ass reaching out yanking one last shirt off his bed. “Sorry.” He smiles sheepishly crawling back over you.
You push your hand out stopping him from getting any closer to you and his brows furrow in confusion when your eyes meet.
“I’m over here with my nipples out and you’re still fully dressed. This isn’t fair.”
He rolls his eyes smiling at you before standing up yanking his shirt off, your eyes start at the thick happy trail at the button of his black jeans slowly fading up his toned chest. There’s a tattoo of a demon’s head resting at the top right, your hand stretches forward to trace over the ink.
“I didn’t know about this one.” You hum taking him all in. He grabs your hand off his chest bringing it to his mouth planting kisses along your knuckles.
“You’re not the only one with surprises y/n” He grins dropping your hand leaning forward on the bed, his hands resting on either side of your hips. “I think its time for these to come off.” You feel his fingers curl at the waist band of your sweats pulling slightly.
You lift your hips up for him signaling the go head to which he gladly takes, he throws them on the already growing pile of clothes on the floor. Your left in nothing but a simple pair of black cotton panties and Eddie can hardly think straight,
“So fucking pretty baby.” He groans bending down to plant kisses on the tops of your thighs before discarding his own pants to the pile.
You could see Eddie’s erection poking through his boxers and it made you squirm in anticipation, you could see the wet stains of pre cum staining the checkered fabric. Needing to feel him you sit up scooting yourself forward so you’re perched on the edge of his bed. Eye level to to the tip poking out. You reach your hands out looking at him from under your lashes, he doesn’t say anything watching you as you start tugging down the last piece of clothing keeping you from him. Once he’s sprang free you cant help when your thighs press together at the sight, he’s big and it’s almost intimidating but that doesn’t stop you from reaching out wrapping your fingers around him, your other hand resting at his hip.
“Fuck” He grunts closing his eyes tightly at the contact and you start to pump slowly wanting to hear that sound again. You take this moment when he’s not paying attention to lick a stripe up the side of his length. His eyes snap open at the new sensation and when he looks down you are taking him completely into your warm mouth hollowing out your cheeks.
“That fucking mouth -holy shit” He growls fingers in your hair keeping you close.
You wrap your lips around his tip your tongue lapping up the pre cum greedily, sucking lightly at the sensitive mushroom top. Your hand on his hip snakes down to cup his balls while you take him as deep as you can your eyes watering at the sensation as he hits your gag reflex.
“Jesus- fuck- shit stop, stop” He’s breathless when he pulls away from you falling out of your mouth with a loud pop.
His heavy breathing making his chest rise and fall quickly, a slick sheen of sweat on his skin making his bangs stick to his forehead. His eyes blown out with want. He looked beautiful to you right now.
“If we don’t stop, I’m not gonna cum where I to.” His thumb pulls at your bottom lip as he looks down at you. You feel like you have to be ruining his sheets even with your underwear still on.
“Now lets take these off so I can give you what you want baby.”
You somehow find the strength to stand up so you are chest to chest with Eddie, your hard nipples grazing across his chest. You see his eyes roll in the back of his head at the feeling losing all patience. Without warning he’s yanking your panties down pulling you close fingers finding you wet hole. When he does its almost embarrassing how easily he can slide two ring clad digits in causing your back to arch. Your hands gripping onto his forearms for balance.
“Who’s got you this worked up pretty girl?” He purrs in your ear plunging in and out of you slowly, you can feel everything and it has your toes curling.
The whine that leaves your mouth at his words sounds pathetic “you Eddie, it’s you.”
“You want me to take care of you huh? You need me to make you cum is that it?” His taunting is doing nothing but making it easier for his fingers to slip in and out of you.
“Pl-please, I need it so bad. I need you.” You feel like you might cry at the intensity of everything.
“I got you baby, lay on the bed for me.” You can’t help but wince at the loss of contact when his fingers leave you, he gently pushes you down back on the bed before going over to his night stand to dig for a condom.
You almost couldn’t believe what was happening, you’d be lying to yourself if this isn’t something you had though about when you would touch yourself listening to him play his guitar. You just never thought it would happen, but here he is in front of you rolling the rubber on and you don’t think you can go back to fantasies after this.
Eddie crawls on top of you his eyes roaming all over your naked body, loving how reactive it was to his touch. His fingers gently trail up your right leg curling when they hit under you knee pulling your leg up hooking it over his hip. You feel his tip pressing into your soaked entrance, you can feel yourself flutter on nothing at the anticipation.
“Pleas Eddie, please, please” You begged desperately pushing your hips forward trying to feel more of him. You could tell he was getting off on your neediness.
“Just because you begged so nicely.” He pushes into you bottoming out before you can respond.
You both moan loudly, you’re sure your neighbors can hear you both but in this moment you don’t care. Eddie was all that mattered.
“You feel so good pretty girl, so tight and wet for me.” He sounds completely lost in you when he speaks, his hips rocking at a slow punishing pace. Your legs hooked around his waist begging him to good deeper doing your best to meet his thrusts.
“I wanna ride you baby.” You whine in his ear using a pet name for the first time and you feel his cock twitch inside you. “Oh you like when I call you baby?”
His thrusts become quicker and harsher and all he can do is nod, eyes trying to concentrate on not cumming.
You dig your ankles into the small of his back trying to stop his movement.
“Let me take control, please baby, I’ll make you cum so hard.” You nip at his ear lobe trying to get what you want and it works. You both whimper when he has to pull out .
He flips you both, his back on his now wet sheets. Your straddling his hips and his dick seems even harder then before, lining yourself up you give no warning before you sit down on him taking him in completely.
“Stop, stop, stop!” He half scream half moans fingers digging into your hips so hard its sure to leave bruises. “I’m gonna cum right now if you don’t stop.”
You both sit there for a moment the only thing thing filling the silence is your heavy breathing. After you can feel yourself start to squirm you test the waters rocking you hips gently gauging his reaction. The grip on your hips loosens giving you the go ahead to keep going, You feel so full with Eddie inside of you, hitting that spot that makes you feel good with every bounce. He thrusts up harder making your eyes roll in the back of your head at the feeling. He’s hitting a new spot that feels even better. With your hands splayed out on his chest you quicken your movements feeling your self getting close to your high.
“Eddie - I’m-I’m gonna cum.” Your voice doesn’t even sound like your own anymore. You hear him grunt pounding into you quicker.
“Do it pretty girl. Make a mess of me, cum all over me. Fall apart, come on.” his pleading words mixed with his hard thrusts has you coming undone screaming loudly your eyes closing tight. Your legs clamp down on his hips hard, nails digging into his chest.
The feeling of your walls coming down on him is enough to send Eddie headfirst into the orgasm he’s been fighting ever since you started. His head flys back into his pillow as it hits him, his fingers digging even dipper into the flesh of your hips. A string of fuck’s and shit’s leaving his mouth.
You collapse onto his chest, your face nestled into the crook of his neck trying to catch your breath. Once Eddie comes to you feel his arms wrap around you holding you close, finger tips tracing shapes into your back. Neither one of you willing to separate yet.
“Sooo, that was pretty mind blowing.” Eddie chuckles underneath you. You can feel a smile tugging up at your lips.
“Who are you telling?” You agree planting a kiss on his neck slowly pulling yourself up. He looks completely content laying beneath you, his wild hair splayed all over the pillow, a lazy smirk on his swollen lips.
“Where do you think you’re going huh?” He questions squeezing tighter feeling you try to push yourself off of him.
“We need to clean ourselves up.” You laugh at his needy antics. “I don’t want a UTI, and if you ever want this to happen again you should be just as vigilant about this.”
His grip loosens on you “Well then it sounds like I’m off to get us a towel”
When he finally pulls out a whimper leaves your lips at the loss of contact. Eddie disappears into the hallway towards the kitchen and the thought of going home hits you like a ton of bricks. You were in this safe little bubble with Eddie and you never wanted to leave.
Eddie sees the distant expression on your face when he comes in with a towel and a cup of water for you to share and he knows instantly something is wrong. Setting the cup on his nightstand he sits next you wiping down your most sensitive area.
“You know you can stay the night here, you don’t have to go back. Uncle Wayne won’t be home till 8am, thats plenty of time to get you back.”
Eddie’s voice is gentle as he tosses the towel to the side sliding back into bed next to you pulling the covers over you both. You can smell Eddie everywhere now, completely in his space. His arms reach out searching for you under the blankets, when they find you he pulls you close, you adjust in his arms so your back is pressed against his chest, your bodies molding together. Your fingers are interlocked, his chin resting against the crook of your neck. Safe.
“I’m gonna stay then if that’s okay Eddie?” Your voice is barely a whisper. He pulls you closer to his chest planting a kiss on your shoulder.
“I wasn’t gonna let you leave anyway.”
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very-feral-lesbian · 1 year
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it happened one night a few weeks after eddie finally got the all clear from the sketchy government doctors.
it was around 11:30p.m and he was just now cleaning up dinner since wayne had just left for work, when he heard a knock. he was skeptical at first, obviously, he wasn't hawkins biggest fan at the moment.
he snuck a peek through the window of the kitchen.
first he saw the car, a BMW. it wasn't often that this side of town saw a BMW. much less the newest model, in burgundy of all colors. that was until he started coming around.
eddie walked around the kitchen to the door, drawing in a quick breath before opening the door. and there he stood.
steve harrington, hawkins resident king boy. the guy everyone wants standing on eddie's doorstep. in his classic polo and stupid tight light-wash jeans. but eddie could tell something was up.
he was able to read steve better since they had gotten closer when eddies world was rocked and he figured out that dnd wasn't so much of a fantasy game as much as it was a reflection of the truth of small town hawkins.
"what are you doing here, steve?"
steve muttered under his breath, something undecipherable but it gave eddie enough hint to let him know that steve was drunk. sloshed.
"you're gonna have to speak up, harrington."
steve had lifted his chin, staring right at eddie now. head wobbling a bit but his gaze very clearly directed at eddie.
"i wish i'd realized sooner."
then a pause.
"maybe," a hiccup, "maybe i wouldn't have been an asshole. maybe i would have been friends with robin. maybe i could have loved myself."
another pause. "steve.."
"maybe i could have loved you sooner."
he should have seen this coming. he and steve had this tension, something lingering that neither of them had done anything about. eddie mostly feared that it was too good to be true, that steve would revert back to his high school self. he was scared, but apparently not as scared as steve.
"fuck harrington, come in."
he ushered steve into the trailer, grabbing him a glass of water and some ibuprofen. steve was sobering up quickly, eyes less glazed over and emotions clear on his face, aware of what he had admitted.
he had sat steve up on his bed, back propped up and bucket on the floor, just in case.
he hopped on the bed next to him, crosslegged and back against the wall.
eddie had said anything yet, mostly because he wasn't sure how to go about this. whatever it was.
they were dancing around it for months and eddie didn't think now was the right time to make a move. but he also knew that steve was in his head right now, feelings apparent on his face, making it clear he was thinking hard.
eddie shifted, laying down and before turning the light off, "we can talk about it in the morning, steve, alright?"
steve looked over at him for the first time since he entered the trailer, lingering on eddie's gaze for a moment before nodding.
eddie flicked the light off and got himself under the covers, and if a hand snuck over to take his in the middle of the night, it was no ones business but his.
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sidekickjoey · 1 year
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"Hi Chrissy."
Sitting in the cool grass in Hawkins Memorial Cemetery, Eddie watches quietly as the sun shines down on the stone before him. Radiant is the only word that comes to mind as it glistens and stands tall. Then again, no better word could've described Chrissy Cunningham when she was on this Earth, or her smile. It's fitting it would also apply to her grave.
He picks a nearby dandelion and rests it at the base of the stone, just below an engraving of a sunflower - her favorite, he's learned. A few of the fluffy white seeds float up and wisp around the carved petals, giving it life. Motion. It makes Eddie smile.
"I'm sorry I've been sorta' shit about visiting ya'," he says after a moment, a shy little drawl to his voice making him sound quite endearing. Forgivable. "Wayne and I just moved into our new apartment last week and the whole moving in thing's wrecked us. Did you know that man had even more mugs hiding in storage? At least thirty, the maniac!"
He imagines Chrissy's own smile at that one. Sure, she had been scared out of her mind the night she entered his trailer, but Eddie can never forget seeing Chrissy's eyes comically widen at the sight of Wayne's collection of various mugs from around the globe. Most people do as such - even Wayne on some occasions, when he's tired and not prepared to remember his own expensive vice.
Eddie's finger traces the sunflower.
"I wish you could see the place. It's a lot cleaner and bigger than our old shit hole at Forest Hills. Plus, it's got this super big backyard with a tree that I'm thinking of putting a hammock under. I think it'd be a nice spot for writing songs. Isn't that just something, Chrissy?"
A brush of cool air past him has Eddie believing that yes, it is.
He picks another dandelion. Blows the seeds her way.
"I've actually got another something to tell you," he hints, waggling his eyebrows to no one. "It's even crazier than us having a whole house to ourselves, Wayne and I. It might've actually just about blown your mind if you were still around. It's been blowing mine for the last few days, if I'm being totally honest."
The sun brightens on Eddie's back. He takes a deep breath. Steadies himself.
"I, uh...I'm dating Steve Harrington."
The sun continues to shine.
The cool breeze returns.
Life goes on.
Eddie releases his breath.
"I hope you're not like, rolling in your grave below me right now," he chuckles, voice tight and nervy. "I know I'm the biggest hypocrite ever for falling for him, a known jock AND popular kid. It goes against pretty much everything I've stood for or yelled about at lunch. But, it's kind of like what you said about me, Chris. He wasn't what I thought he'd be like. He isn't."
He's way more, as a matter of fact. So much more that it hurts sometimes for Eddie to think about. Makes him question how he got so lucky to meet him, really meet him, in the first place.
"I wish you could see it for yourself," he says softly a minute later, now tracing her name with his pointer finger. "You two probably would've been great friends. He likes sports and doing his hair and goofing around. He's also weirdly good at baking. You were in the baking club, right? I swear I saw you selling gingerbread cookies before Christmastime. The little ones with the candy canes? Right?"
No one answers, but something in Eddie's bones makes that assessment feel right. He looks up to the sky, lets the sun soak into what skin isn't covered up by leather and denim for a minute, and imagines the dreamworld he described. He imagines Chrissy side-by-side with Steve in a kitchen, maybe with Robin if she stuck around or visited during college. He watches them as they get too messy, covered in flour and sticky from dough and icing, and smiles at the fact none of them seem to care. They're all so proud of their work and wanting Eddie to try everything. He can practically hear their laughter, their joy, their lack of care or fear as he does. He lets himself drown in it, just a little. Basks in it.
Stares back at Chrissy's grave seconds later with a piercing twinge of sadness.
Grieves.
Whimpers "You should be here still, Chrissy" to the stone.
Sniffling, he tries to laugh away the tears that have suddenly appeared like a tidal wave. It does no good, though. Not even the sunshine, the beautiful stuff that usually makes Eddie feel so seen and comforted, can whisk them away now that they've begun. He grips tight at his thigh. Desperately tries to ground himself.
"Steve's been reminding me that there was nothing I could do. Says I've been placing too much blame on myself for it all. Maybe I am. It's just that..." he takes a deep breath, "shit, I hate that you were the one made an example of in all of this mess. I'm so sorry I wasn't able to stop it and protect you from Vecna and the Upside Down and all that horrible crap you had no reason to be swept up in because of me. I'm sorry you can't be here and getting your own new boyfriend, or your own degree. I'm so fucking sorry."
A full-on sob hits Eddie then, knocking him off whatever ledge he had been teetering on right into a pit of anxiety and bottled-up sadness. It renders him shaky and a bit blubbery, and as another sob gears up in the pit of his chest, he starts to feel guilty he had shown up in the first place. If he'd just kept his news to himself, hadn't let himself dwell on all the milestones Chrissy would never reach, maybe he would've been okay. Maybe he would feel a little less broken, a little less wrapt with survivors guilt, a little less-
"Hey."
Eddie flips around in a fright to find himself face-to-knee with Steve Harrington.
The boy's face is gentle when he finally works up the courage to meet it. It's the same gentleness that had been there the first time Eddie confessed to wanting to visit Chrissy, and the same that had coaxed him out of the car when his nerves got the best of him. It's also the same that had gazed upon Eddie when he confessed to having a crush, and when he proceeded to say he'd be fine if they never spoke again because he gets why that would not be happy news to hear.
His gaze is somehow never pitying. Always achingly empathetic.
It tears another sob from Eddie.
Carefully, Steve sits down at Eddie's side and wraps an arm around him. His hand soothingly begins to rub up and down Eddie's arm, grounding him the best he can. Eddie leans into it. Hopes Chrissy is okay with having their private conversation shared. Sobs again.
"Hi Chrissy. I dunno if you knew me, but I'm Steve."
Eddie shuts his eyes and buries his face into Steve's shoulder.
"I'm sure Eddie probably already told you, but we're...we're a couple now, so I hope you don't mind me intruding. I know uh...I know he's kinda private about this stuff."
He means Eddie's feelings about Chrissy's death, about Chrissy in general. The whole lot of it. Eddie knows it in an instant - feels the way Steve's grip nudges them closer together in understanding.
"I'm not sure what you were chatting about, but I have something to tell you if that's alright."
Steve pauses.
Bless him, he pauses for the answer that won't come.
Eddie could - no, plans to love him forever for doing something like that for his sake. For Chrissy.
"He's been pretty torn up about you. We all are, but...well, it's hard. I've been through this four times now and that first time is still a lot to think over. But...uh, Robs told me that in movies, ghosts are always like, torn up and stuff about people being sad they're gone. Want them to live their life to the fullest. So, I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm gonna make sure our guy here does that. For you."
Blinking up from Steve's shoulder, Eddie sniffles. "W-What?"
"Yeah," Steve says, keeping his eyes on the stone. "I'll make sure he has reasons to smile and...and reasons to get through the hard times. I'm gonna' be there to remind him what all that's like, okay?"
"Steve..."
"And I know it won't be easy, but...I think it'll be good. For all of us. Ya' know?"
Tears threatening again, Eddie places a small kiss to Steve's cheek. He feels Steve's grip bring him in even more, almost keeping Eddie in his lap. Comforting him. It's more than he could ask for.
The sun shines on him. Eddie feels it again - wills it to help.
"I can't do it all on my own, though. I could use a little divine intervention here and there, if you could spare some."
Eddie almost corrects Steve. He almost says ghosts aren't divine, how that's reserved for angels and God and stuff. But, on second thought, he figures if anyone from Hawkins was granted an angelic afterlife, Chrissy probably was first in line.
Instead, he listens to the beat of Steve's heart.
"But, I'll try. We'll both try. We promise."
"Y-Yeah," Eddie hiccups. "We promise."
Steve smiles into his hair.
"Got anything else you need to say, Eddie? Or do you want to go grab milkshakes somewhere before we head back to your place?"
Blinking his bleary eyes back open, Eddie gazes at the tombstone. Commits it to memory. Pictures Chrissy giggling and telling them to go have fun.
Really, who is he to tell her no?
"Yeah, I think we're good here," he says, finally. He nods once more to Steve and lets him pull him up to his feet, the shaky thing he is. His arm ends up around Steve's waist as they give a final look to Chrissy, and for a moment, he wonders what she must be thinking. He wonders if she is grateful for their promise, or if she is wishing she could have a milkshake with them, too. Eddie hopes, wherever she is, she can go grab one. Enjoy with them, and above them. He'd like that.
And, after today, he thinks Steve might, too.
They hold each other's hand tight as they leave the cemetery.
They hold hands even tighter when Eddie gets a tattoo of a sunflower the very next day.
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piracytheorist · 5 months
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Episode 29 thoughts
I made some passionate statements about the first part. Now it's time for a bit of analysis.
So I had seen the trailer where Anya looks sad after having failed her tests and it kind of struck me how she reached the point of crying alone in her room. And well, now I know it was because she was scared of being separated from Becky.
And because I can't keep my mouth shut about this, one of the reasons Anya's friendship with Becky helps her - probably without her realizing it - is that she has someone to back her up when Damian and co. bully her. Becky is always on her side and losing that could cause her severe stress. Sure, they'll still be in the same school, but when your school environment is so toxic and also demanding, losing the constant presence of a friend in the class can be devastating. Trust me, I know of toxic environments in class, and I know of not having someone to back you up. I don't call Damian a bully just to spite fans.
At the end, Damian, despite willingly choosing to let Anya win, he inwardly accuses her of manipulating his feelings - when in fact Anya was simply terrified of losing Becky as a classmate, and that's why she cried. He's still not ready to confront his feelings. He showed sympathy to Anya and then told himself that she manipulated him into that. It shows that he has potential but in no way does it justify the way he makes fun of her - as well as practically encourage Ewen and Emile to jump in on the bullying.
Anyway. Tests go bad, and Anya despairs that she'll be separated from Becky. Becky however, continues believing in Anya. I wonder if Becky would ever consider purposefully flunking her tests so that she can stay as Anya's classmate. She's not doing that well in the friends department either.
Twilight notices her achievements in ancient language (jesus what are they teaching those kids) and is surprised, searching for a reasonable explanation.
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We are reminded that he doesn't know anything about her past, can only speculate about it, and decides that since he doesn't have the full info there is no point to do that. The dutiful spy regaining control after the still-in-development paternal feelings got him trying to make sense of his daughter's mind?
Despite her failing scores, Loid still announces to her he made her favourite dish, which instantly fixes her mood.
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I think, when in the first episode Anya heard Twilight's thought about how he wants a world where children don't cry, it gave her the impression that he would provide her with an emotionally safe environment - something that was solidified when he was ready to punch Swan for making her cry. Even if she doesn't realize it fully due to her young age, she chose to stay with him and do her best to get into Eden because she trusted that in his heart, he truly wants her to be happy.
So one could argue that Anya is very lucky that despite the levels of Twilight's emotional constipation, he really has the heart to comfort her after she's had a bad day. But it's not really a matter of luck, when she chose to stay with him after she saw what he hides beneath all the spy front, is it?
Warning for blood under the cut.
I gotta say, the transition to the second part was way too jarring. Since the last sight of the first part was a background, the second part should have slid in with another background - like for example, the busy city around Franky's kiosk.
I feel like an idiot, having spoken about the Cyrillic sentences in the previous episode, and now we get this.
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I... What even are some of those. Why so many alphabets. Where are those even from and what do they have to do with the Ostanian culture. Does anything make sense anymore. What is life.
Anyway. Anime-onlys are finally introduced to the name Garden and What. The. Fuck.
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(excuse the poor collage I'm too tired for photoshop rn)
This image isn't in the manga. I think it's the first time the anime shows more violence than the respective manga chapter, lol. Where did they even get that much blood and how did they get it so high on the wall? Asking the real questions here.
"They eliminate one traitor after another on the shadow government's orders."
That is extremely interesting! Shadow government? Employing an independent assassin group to clean out their traitors?
... Traitors, a group which would include Twilight and Franky?
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Franky immediately describes someone fitting Yor's fighting abilities and Twilight is like "No such thing!" shaking his head even. The denial runs deep already, lmao.
Honestly, a bit of a shame we were robbed of Twilight's face as he walked away.
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"This isn't worth any intel you might promise me."
Franky puts his skills and connections to use and it was cool to see him in his natural environment, being so smooth and certain in searching around for information.
The part of Franky working with Yor could be summarized with "expert meets expert but they're both such idiots they do not immediately suspect each other". Like Yor I understand being naive and so trusting she sees all those contraptions Franky creates and immediately believes he's all legal about his business. Now how Franky saw her demolish his decade-old work and was like "I shall not question this" beats me. Guess he was also lovestruck for that Kacey woman, and like Loid, he sees a clear spectacle of extraordinary physical strength and goes like "Everyday occurrence. I'm just sad my invention is gone."
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That cat is traumatized for life.
Yor's coworkers are... a bunch. We got some sympathetic moments from Camilla in episode 16 but she's still the mean girl type in the office. Yor's naivete truly protects her sometimes from having her feelings hurt, doesn't it?
I think this will play a role in identity reveals. When it comes to everyday civilians, Yor sees the best in them and assumes they have the best intentions. When she kills, she considers her victims bastards and traitors. Right now, Yor has an amazing impression of Loid... how will that flip when she finds out about all the lies he's told and all the ways he's been using her and Anya?
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The change in her expression though, when she realizes she's getting a call from Shopkeeper!
I wonder what client was so important that he had to call her in the middle of her workday. Hopefully the plot kicks off from the next episode and this thirsty anime-only shall find out!
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