#I hate Sin as a concept

[nomowyrm]

So Mormonism has these ‘Articles of Faith’ that most of us memorize. One of them (the 4th, I believe), goes:

We believe that men will be punished for their own sins, and not for Adam’s transgression.

Which like, that means they don’t believe in Original Sin, right? That’s what it says? Most people I knew of in the church are pretty proud of the fact that they don’t believe in something as silly as Original Sin.

Except, actually, when you look closer, it’s not that they don’t believe that the Fall doesn’t count. Just that when Jesus died on the cross, that sacrifice was payment for that ‘Transgression.’ And like, that was just a gift, every single person on earth gets to have that one for free whether they’re baptized or a member or not, whether they even know about it or not. It was just kinda unbalanced toward the casual players so they patched it with Killing a Demigod

Which… that’s just Original Sin. It’s the same thing, you just don’t need to do anything about it to qualify.

So what it should really say is:

Mankind totally WOULD have gotten punished for Adam’s transgression because apparently the default way the universe works is to damn everyone forever because of some mistake your great(lots) grandpa made, but Jesus died to repay that whole thing so Don’t Worry About It 🙂

But then yes, as @theshoesofatiredman said, they ‘replace’ (add to) that idea with the idea that every choice is either good or evil and the nature of humanity is that we’re all going to pick Evil a lot of the time.

And like, when I say every choice, I mean every choice. When you see someone having a bad day, taking the time to talk to them is a Good Choice, but not doing that isn’t neutral, it’s Evil and a Sin. Whether you get up on time, whether you eat something healthy, maybe even if you stub your toe. Having a bad thought, doing something that you didn’t know would turn out badly. If you get placed in the trolley problem, both choices are the Wrong Choice and will damn you forever, because the right choice was knowing this was going to happen and preventing it in the first place. No matter how big or how small, you are inevitably going to Sin Against God or Man or Nature or Yourself, and even the smallest sin is enough to keep you out of heaven. Presumably you are already damned by the end of your 8th birthday.

On the bright side, Don’t Worry About It 🙂 because that’s why Jesus suffered in the Garden of Gethsemane! Forget the cross and all that, the church instead plasters their walls with paintings of Jesus praying in pitiful poses under a tree, because that’s the important part, baby! Jesus bled from every pore don’t paint that part because that’s where he atoned for you, personally!

And you don’t need to remember and atone for every little sin, there’s just too many to keep track of after all. You can just sort of lump them all in together under the banner of Doing Your Best, and as long as you believe in Jesus and remember what he did for you and get married in the temple and repent for your bigger sins, you’ll be fine.

Oh, is this one free too, like the Original Sin stuff? Nope! But don’t worry, the Premium Redemption Subscription is only 9.99 10% of your income, your eternal worship, and make sure to not do anything bad enough (like doing gay things or masturbating) to make your bishop say you can’t go into the temple anymore, because you at least have to keep that bar of perfection if you want to get in to heaven.

Oh, and don’t forget that every day of your life is retroactively adding more infinite suffering to a god’s sacrifice. Let’s put another painting of it on this wall to make sure you remember.

Look, we joke a lot, but really, "you were born evil, wretched, worse than the scum of the earth, and it took killing a god to make you salvageable, so now you'd better be grateful to that god and thank him 10,000 times a day for it and fill your thoughts with him 24/7 and abide by the letter of his every word, lest you suffer unimaginable torture for all of eternity" is a truly horrendous thing to believe about yourself and other people

[moominmanoneandonly]

I present to you my favorite love piramid!

The three genders: Malewife, Furry and Gaslight

Like, you do not realize how insane this shit is. The green guy/Sakuya is probably like the most brain changing character to me couse like..

What do you mean you can brainwash an entire school district? What do you mean you can be remebered as a school klown and a social butterfly by everybody just like that

What do you mean you saw a guy once, trought he's cool(pretty gay btw) and make him believe you are his childhood best friend and that you bonded over lost parents and that you are his everything?!!

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE A SHRINE OF THAT GUY, AND ARE A CONFIRMED YANDERE

What do you mean your backstory is having your older sister pushed from the balcony by your parents for insurance money and then them doing the same to you?!

What do you mean you stuck in the war between your found family who slowly going insane and the love of your life?!

Like sakuya is such an insane character, he should be on some power scaling list for sure. And the fact that Mahiru still wanted to have him as a friend after all that is amazing.

HOW ARE THEY NOT CANON?!!

+ kuromahi of course since they are the main characters

They got that old married couple dynamic perfected and get to trauma bond half of the time.

Just three biches who would rather die than deal with their problems. They deserve each other

The fact that this manga is under "horror" is the biggest 4ss pull I ever seen. Just an avarage gay person experience. You never had a sin of Sloth sleep in your house and had to handle his family drama while your worldview entirely colapses, you start to question morality of imortality, some deppresed dude tries to become an only child and your best friend turns out to be a creep? Clearly you're not gay enough.

[deerfests]

Christian Slater in season 1, episode 10 of Dexter: Original Sin.

[moonmoonthecrabking]

"i love lgbtq people, i just don't support them" yet the fruit of what you call love is death.

[autobot-bumblebee]

When it comes to Transformers its one of the few medias where I pretty much am okay with every ship in some capacity and don't hate any character Except ONE fragger who I WILL NOT elaborate on from such a niche piece of media that just uttering his name or thinking about him gets me so fired up. And he had the AUDACITY to go through a form change and become hot

[dennisboobs]

most annoying thing about being me is that i cannot engage with like. any fanon shit about dennis because i'm constantly on some advanced derangement and the stuff i thought two years ago when i was first getting comfy in the fandom is still the way everyone else looks at dennis but i'm like. yes but its Worse than this. you're like a quarter of the way there. this isn't the interesting bit, this is a symptom of it, keep going.

[talentforlying]

thinking today about how i initially wanted to title this blog "sin-eater" instead of "sinnerman" because that is, fundamentally, what constantine is: a consumer of other people's sins, absorber of blame, voyeur of the lowest moments in peoples' lives. except his goal isn't the bestowal of absolution or redemption, it's exposure.

those who see him approach the feast know he's there for a reason — they know what he eats, and why, and he wants them to know what you've done. moreso, he wants everyone to know that you owe him. he'll take up your consequences, he'll eat your just desserts and swallow, but you and everyone else will always see them in his eyes when you look on him. he is not your redeemer, he is consequential. he's a fucking testimony. you might forget when you're dead, your family's eulogy might come out squeaky clean, but it doesn't matter. the sin-eater keeps the score.

most recorded tales of sin-eaters describe that they're paid for their services; the act is his payment. to taste of sin freely and without shame, and be judged not for the dishes at his own table but for his apathy towards the size of the platters he's offered. the chance to establish himself as perennial guest at the banquet rather than host. who knows — maybe if he borrows enough from those worse than he is, when the time comes to partake of his soul, the sins of his own may disappear amidst the heap; unwitnessed, forgotten, and inconsequential. after all, who in their right mind would take up the burden from the most prolific of sin-eaters?

[flightyalrighty]

Have ya ever read the second story for FNAF Fazbear Frights vol 2? Yeah, I'll just casually read the newest pages of your comic with that in my mind. (Give Shadow more bugs lol) Also very random comparison ik

Naw, I didn't engage with FNAF at all past the first three games, and then when it got revealed that Scott Cawthon donated all that money to a buncha Republican politicians, I lost all interest in anything FNAF beyond what I originally found interesting about it. I'll appreciate those first experiences for what they were, back in 2014. Scott knew how to make something look scary, and I like to learn from wherever and whatever. Dissecting what about the first game made it so unnerving has taught me some valuable lessons about horror. I just don't see value in Scott as a person. He's harmful to people like me.

Plus, I'unno, I heard through other people what the lore of that series is now, and, eh. They overcomplicated it, I think. By explaining every little thing, that Unknown is gone, and so is the horror that came with that unknowingness. Why explain the origin of a ghost? Is it not enough that it's there? The implications and what they do to our imaginations was so much worse than what they revealed.

Even if they did keep the heart and soul of the original trilogy, though, Scott's not getting a cent from me, lol.

[no1ryomafan]

Thinking about the idea of a casshern au that’s specifically a new take that’s closer to the original but uses the sins characters as if I’ll have time to make that/develop it given “I had a au like that for Jeeg and even Kikaider but it went nowhere + now I’m working on a actual big project so I can’t do anything else until it’s done which will take a few years at my rate”

but yknow? It’s fun to rotate concepts.

[autism-corner]

=w=bbb

[aquarius-johnny]

I Hate You Too, Baby. | Jeong Jaehyun

genre: smut | word count: 7.9k | deadly sins series | m.list navi pairing: roommate! jaehyun x afab! reader warnings: dom! jaehyun, soft! jaehyun, light sugardaddy! jaehyun, reader is hœrny and implied to have a lot of fuck buddies, angry sex, jaehyun is kinda mean at first, reader also is kinda mean too at first, reader is also a brat, a lot of swearing, jaehyun is implied to have really bad communication skills, he’s down bad for the reader, face fucking, choking, spanking (if you squint), angry sex, overstimulation, oral (f! and m! receiving), p in v, protected sex (haven’t seen her in a while), smut, angst, fluff, smut, happy ending (literally in that order) summary: jaehyun is sick and tired of you fucking everyone but him and you finally push him to the edge, so he shows you he’s better than anyone else you’ve been with; however, he’s secretly in love with you, oops. | deadly sin: wrath a/n: the beginning starts off intense. reader calls jaehyun a virgin but it’s implied he most definitely is not one. mark is mentioned as jaehyun’s best friend.

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One year and three months. That’s how long you’ve known Jaehyun. In those fifteen months, you never once thought you’d be pressed up against his bedroom door, with one of his hands wrapped around your throat while his other hand is shoved down your dark blue satin shorts in the early hours of the morning, muttering explicit promises in your ear as you bite back any lewd sounds you so desperately want to make. 

One, because he was your stoic software developer roommate who paid you no attention while you two lived together and two, you’re convinced he absolutely hates you.

This is your fault — according to Jaehyun. You pulled his final straw when you chewed him out for being a complete jerk to one of your favorite hookups when all your hookup did was greet him before leaving for the night. 

“None of those guys can fuck you and I’m sick of hearing your fake ass pornographic noises when they’re here! Not only is it not convincing, but it’s fucking annoying too!” He angrily shouts at you, redness tinting his ears as he steps closer to you.

“Please!” You roll your eyes. “You don't think I know you listen when I have people over?” Stepping forward, you cross your arms. “Or when I play with myself? You don’t think I know how hard you come in the bathroom when you think about me? Honestly, Jaehyun,” you scoff. “It’s kinda pathetic. It’s like you’re a desperate virgin.” 

“Virgin?” He smirks at you, amused by your assumption. 

“Yes, virgin.” You let out through clenched teeth. “If you wanted me to fuck you, you could’ve just asked instead of hating me like some jealous ex-boyfriend.” 

Jaehyun pushes up the sleeves of his white button up shirt up to his elbows before he loosens his black tie, unable to rid himself of his work clothes before you jumped down his throat minutes after he walked into your shared apartment. His eyes darken as he makes his way towards you, closing the distance between your bodies. He lifts your chin with his long index finger to look him in the eyes.

“A virgin wouldn’t be able to make you come on the first try, right?” He backs you into a wall. “Now, what’s the excuse for those pathetic losers you keep bringing home? They can’t all be virgins. You’re defending them like they give you the best orgasm of your life and we both know they can’t even pull one out of you.” 

“Those are big words coming from you, roomie.” You spat sarcastically. “Like you can do any better.” 

“Is that an invitation?” Jaehyun dryly chuckles, pressing his hands flat against the wall behind you, a hand near each side of your head.

You so badly want to pull him into you. His pink, plumped lips are tempting and inviting as he licks them before taking his bottom lip between his teeth. 

Your words come out no louder than a whisper. “You’re full of shit, Jaehyun.” You silently curse to yourself for sounding so pathetic. 

“Aw,” Jaehyun laughs. “Not a big talker now, huh?” He teases, his index finger tracing the outline of your jawline before gripping it to force you to look into his eyes. “If you wanted me to fuck you, you could’ve just asked instead of being a brat about it.” He mocks your words, pushing his body away from you. He undoes his tie in front of you, before throwing the fabric over his shoulder. He turns to walk away, already unbuttoning his work shirt as he makes his way towards his bedroom — the bedroom absolutely no one was allowed in. You follow him, watching as he walks down the hallway. He stops under his door frame, feeling your eyes watching him.

“Anything else you want to say, you fucking brat?” He turns to face you, his shirt nearly fully unbuttoned, exposing his beautifully sculpted abdomen — something you secretly admired every time he chose to work out at home instead of going to the gym. 

“Yeah, I do.” You furrow your brows, making your way to him. “Are you scared to fuck me because you know you can’t live up to your own words?” The words coming out of your mouth are used to spite him and rile him up as pay back for the lack of attention for the past year. 

“Tell me to,” he towers over you, his aura so dominant he doesn’t even need to touch you to press you against the nearest wall. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.” 

Your heart races and a dry lump forms in the back of your throat. 

“Stop fucking with me and say it.” His fingers grip your waist, tightening his hold on you; nearly preventing you from running away from him. His jaw clenches, you watch it tighten as he impatiently waits for your permission. “Last chance. Say it or fuck off.” 

Your eyes widen at his ultimatum, your mouth working faster than your brain. “Fuck me,” you softly let out.

“Louder.” 

“Fuck me!” Your voice is clearer and louder, no mistaking what you just gave him permission to do.

Jaehyun roughly grabs your arm, pulling you into his bedroom before slamming his door shut and pushing you against the wooden frame. His lips target your neck first, attacking it with no remorse as he lifts your sweatshirt over your head and throws it across his bedroom floor. Sucking your skin into his mouth, he sucks hard, causing you to hiss at the tender spot. His hand absently kneads your exposed breasts, his fingers pillowing your supple skin. 

“Such a slut,” he harshly comments, his other hand gripping your ass hard, pulling your body closer to him. 

“I’m not a slut,” you faintly argue, your nails digging into his shoulder in response to how roughly he’s groping you and attacking your neck.

He simply hums at your feeble remark, his lips moving to the other side of your neck. You feel the same harsh movements, Jaehyun clearly wanting to leave marks on your body that’s apparent to anyone who looks at you. 

His hand slithers into your shorts, petting your slit with his long fingers over your white cotton underwear. The tip of his finger grazes your clit ever so gently, your body jerks in response. 

“A virgin wouldn’t find it on the first try, right?” He snickers, pushing your underwear to the side, giving himself access to your sopping folds.

“Shut - ah! - up,” you hitch, feeling Jaehyun’s fingers rub small circles on your bud of sensitive nerves. “It’s beginner's luck,” you retort sassily, sucking the air between your teeth when you feel him bite down on your shoulder.

The pain is exhilarating, never experiencing a partner as rough as the man in front of you. He’s hungry for you, desperate even. It’s clear when he pulls your lips into his; a deep groan leaving him as his lips finally meet yours. He circles his fingers before sliding it against your folds to collect your sweet arousal around his digit before using it to lubricate your clit.

His movements are gentle and slow, a stark difference from what he's doing to your exterior. He knew what he was doing and you’re certain he’s going to make you come within seconds if he continues his movements, making you eat your words about the virgin comments you insist on making. 

“You’re close, aren’t you?” He taunts, his lips hovering over yours, teasing the shit out of you. “Impressive for a virgin, don’t you think?” 

“Shut up,” you groan, your jaw falling open when you feel his finger tap against your clit, the stickiness of your arousal making the pad of his digits stick to your nub before allowing his digit to pull back. 

“What’s that?” He grins. “Not much of a talker now that you know I can make you come when I want to. Your pathetic fuck buddies can’t say the same, huh?”

“I hate you,” you let out before whimpering as he ghosts over your clit, his fingers barely grazing it.

Jaehyun smirks at your words. “I hate you too, baby.” His tongue rolls over your bottom lip, prying access to your mouth. You allow him to with no hesitation; the way he calls you baby nearly sends you over the edge. His voice is so deep, so cocky, so lustful — he has you in the palm of his hand. He pulls your shorts down in one swift move, leaving you in nothing but your white cotton underwear with a black little bow on the front. 

“Hm, cute.” He comments, head slightly tilting as his eyes scan your body. He pulls on your waistband before letting it go, allowing it to hit your skin. You jump at the sting, rolling your eyes while biting down on your bottom lip, trying to bite back the smile threatening to creep onto your face. 

“Done already?” You narrow your eyes, straightening your posture. “You just got me naked and now you’re giving up? At least my fuck buddies know to keep going when I’m in nothing but my underwear.” 

“God, you just don’t know how to shut the fuck up, don’t you?” He growls, his hand wraps around the base of your neck, his lips ghosting over your parted lips.

The corners of your mouth pull into a devilish smirk, the sight of your angry roommate soaking your white cotton panties. “Why don’t you fucking make me.” Your words come out lightly strangled, the grip around your neck tightening ever so slightly. 

His lips crash into yours, trapping your body against his. The heat of his body warms your bare chest, while he nips your bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth.

He pushes you down by your shoulders, forcing you to your knees. You look up at him, eyelashes batting in innocence as you watch him undo his belt, then his pants, and pulling his erection from his underwear. 

His tip rests against your lips while his hand settles on the top of your head. You suppress the urge to take him into your mouth, although the idea of it makes you salivate. 

“Open,” he commands. “You want me to make you shut up? I will. Now open.” 

Your sex flutters hearing his words, arousal slowly leaking out of you. If your panties weren’t soaking already, it is now. 

His voice is so deep and husky, you couldn’t help but feel a spark of excitement in the pit of your stomach. 

You slowly part your mouth open, purposely teasing him. Jaehyun shoves his cock into you, stretching your mouth open. He fills your mouth perfectly, your mind racing at the idea of how it’ll feel inside of you. He doesn’t give you a second to adjust before he thrusts his hips into your mouth, feeling it in the back of your throat. 

“Anything else you wanna say?” He taunts, tilting your head back, forcing your eyes to meet with his as he looks down at you.

“No,” you attempt to say, only for your voice to muffle around his hardened length. Tears brim your waterline as you’re gagging before you blink, allowing them to trail down the sides of your face.

“You’re so pretty with my cock down your throat, you know that?” A smirk dances on his lips while his thumbs wipe away your tears. “I bet you haven’t gotten your mouth fucked before, huh?”

You shake your head, honest with your answer.

“Good,” he sneers. “You’ll never forget the first time.” He thrusts his hips into you, giving you no time to catch your breath. You’re gagging around him, drool dripping out of your mouth and onto the wooden floor. Looking up at him with wet lashes, you see he’s already watching you take him into his mouth — his jaw clenches before his mouth falls open and he throws his head back, reeling in the pure bliss your mouth is giving him. 

The pain in your jaw begins to settle as his movements don’t let up; however, you’re nothing but determined to make this man feel good — determined to never let him forget how much of a good fuck you are. 

Jaehyun withdraws his hips, pulling him out of your mouth and taking in the sight of the string of saliva that connects your lips with the head of his pulsing cock. You’re nearly gasping for air; coughing and panting as you try to catch your breath. 

“Had enough?” Jaehyun arrogantly questions, tilting your head up to look at him. 

“Y-you haven’t shown me you could make me come yet, you cocky asshole.” Your words would’ve hit harder if you weren’t gasping for air after taking Jaehyun’s cock into your mouth, both you and Jaehyun knew that. 

Jaehyun clicks his tongue, amused at your tenacity. “If I do, you know I won’t stop until you can’t come anymore right?” His warning only sparks your interest and continues to pool a wet spot in your underwear. 

“Sure, roomie.” You cough. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Jaehyun chuckles. “I did warn you,” he lets out before commanding you to get up. 

You do as he asks, feeling incredibly vulnerable as his eyes scan your nearly nude body — as if his eyes are analyzing and taking note of every detail your body offers. Goosebumps cover your skin when you feel his hands trace over your thighs, then up to your hips before settling on the base of your neck — it being his favorite spot on your body thus far. His grip tightens ever so slightly, using his leverage to guide you to his king sized bed behind him — something you arguably think is unnecessary for someone who constantly spends nights alone like he does. The back of your knees hit the edge of his mattress, causing you to fall on your back, slightly bouncing as your back hits his mattress. 

Propping yourself with your elbows, Jaehyun quickly rids you of the only fabric you have left on your body and throws it behind him. Your thighs close, a reflex of yours that causes annoyance. You feel a sting against your skin before feeling his calloused hands rub the same spot, soothing it before another slap in the same spot is heard. 

“Who said you could close your legs?” He scolds, prying your knees apart before quickly finding your clit again, circling over your sensitive nub. “You’re soaking,” Jaehyun purrs, causing a rush of heat to fill your body. “I wonder if those losers you keep around have gotten you this wet before.” 

You bite back your reply, knowing the answer will stroke Jaehyun’s already huge ego.

“I’ll take that as a no.” He laughs, picking up his pace.

“Shut up.” 

“Make me.” His added pressure on your clit causes you to gasp, hindering you helpless and in the most compromised position. “Oh wait, you can't?”

A whimper leaves your lips as you feel his fingers glide through your soaking folds with ease, circling your clit in the most satisfying and exciting way. His movements are consistent, so consistent it’s nastily pulling you closer to your release. It’s been less than five minutes since he’s been playing with your ball of nerves and you already feel the coil in you tighten and Jaehyun sees it. Your eyes shut as you suck your bottom lip between your teeth, your hands desperately tugging on the sheets under you, and your hips involuntarily moving against his fingers. 

“You’re close again, aren’t you?” He taunts.

You nod.

“Should I even let you?” He clicks his tongue although his movements don’t halt.

“P-please,” you beg, looking up at him with your brows knitted together, desperate to feel your orgasm wash over you. 

“See, baby, it’s not hard to be nice is it?” 

“C-can I come?” You stumble on your words, automatically asking for permission. Jaehyun’s expression shifts ever so slightly after hearing you beg. “Please,” you whine.

His eyes soften for a second before narrowing at the sight of you. “Come for me.”

Your back arches and a string of whimpers fill his room. Pure ecstasy overcomes you as you reel in the feeling of pleasure that Jaehyun gave you. 

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when you feel his tongue against your clit, lapping over and sucking your overly sensitive bud. Your thighs quiver at the feeling, pushing yourself up the bed before you hear a frustrated grunt from Jaehyun who pins your hips down the mattress, trapping you in place.

This was your punishment. This is what he warned you about. He made you come and he’s not going to stop until you physically can’t anymore, or at least until he does. 

You nearly scream at the overstimulation, biting your lip so hard you’re certain you could taste your blood. You cry out his name, only to have him look up at you between your thighs, although his tongue doesn’t stray away from your heat. You could feel it, your second orgasm, inching closer and closer. 

Jaehyun’s hands grab your breast, kneading it as if his life depended on it and adding to your pleasure even more. He watches as you try to simultaneously hold back your tears while chasing your high. 

“I’m gonna come!” You sob, tears pricking the corners of your eyes — the feeling so intense and pleasurable you begin to feel a hint of lightheadedness as incoherent noises stumble out of your mouth. Your stomach tightens and you feel your release hit you tenfold. 

You watch Jaehyun through half lidded eyes. Without missing a beat, he pulls out a condom from his bedside table and rolls it onto his erection before aligning himself with your entrance, your body still recovering from the back to back orgasms this man has given you. 

“This is what you wanted, right?” Jaehyun chuckles devilishly. “You wanted me to fuck you.” 

You sheepishly nod your head, trying to move past the mental fog you’re feeling. 

Grazing his tip against your folds, you hear the squelching sounds as he teases your already sensitive clit with his shaft and sends jolts of electricity through you. 

“But this position won’t do,” he says, head tilted a bit to the right. “Turn over, ass up.” 

You struggle to gather your bearings, but you still obey his command. Positioning yourself on your hands and knees, you nervously biting down on your bottom lip as you turn your head to watch him. 

He’s stroking himself, eyeing your movements while admiring your ass — something he’s been secretly eyeing for a while now. You feel a dip in the bed before a hand harshly pushes your head into the mattress while the other pushes down on your lower back, helping you arch your back to his liking. 

In one swift and quick move, Jaehyun sinks himself into you. Your jaw falls open, nearly drooling from the stretch and pleasure you’re feeling as he fills you up nicely. 

“Fuck, you’re still tight.” Jaehyun groans. “Even after coming twice.” 

“Y-you’re just too big,” you whimper, cheek pressed against his sheets, as your fingers rake over the fabric covering his mattress. 

“Don’t flatter me, baby girl,” Jaehyun hums. “It’s not going to stop me from fucking you stupid just like you wanted.”

Rutting his hips harshly, you hear his skin slapping yours. His fingers rake against your ass cheeks, his moans growing louder and louder as he fucks you from behind. He pushes up against you with each thrust causing you to bury your face into the mattress in an attempt to muffle the explicit noises you’re making.

Jaehyun tangles his fingers into the roots of your hair and harshly tugs on it, forcing your back to press up against his chest. The sting causes you to hiss in pleasure just before Jaehyun’s hips move erratically. 

“F-fuck!” You wail as your eyes roll back from pleasure. 

“Enjoying yourself?” He rasps in your ear, feeling a smile against your skin. “I’m better than those losers you let fuck you, right?”

“D-don’t ruin it,” you growl. 

“Say it.”

“No.”

“Fucking say it.” His fingers find their way to your clit again, mercilessly and messily rubbing against you. You nearly fall forward from the pleasure until Jaehyun’s free arm tightly holds you against him, sweat forming between your bodies. “Do you want to come?”

You nod your head. “Please,” you pant.

“Then say I’m better than those losers.”

“Jaehyun!” You sob, feeling your body quiver as your pleasure builds in you, your cunt dripping your arousal. 

“I know you’re close. I can feel it.”

“Let me, p-please!”

“Not until you say it.” 

You give in, frantically repeating the words he wants to hear over and over again. “You’re better than anyone I’ve had, now please,” you gasp. “Let me come, please!”

“Go ahead, baby. Come all over my cock.”

Your walls flutter around his length, your body freezing in place as Jaehyun fucks you through your orgasm. Your muscles tenses and your back arches as you come undone under his touch. 

“Good girl,” Jaehyun coos, placing soft kisses against your shoulder. “Now do it again.”

Your jaw falls open, Jaehyun’s cock throbbing inside of you as he warms his shaft between your walls. His fingers roughly move side to side against your clit. Your vision begins to blur, your body trembling and nearly going limp at the overstimulation. There’s something about the pain that is deliciously riveting, especially when you’ve never experienced it like this before. Your attempt to push Jaehyun’s hand away fails when the arm holding you up grips your wrist, hindering your movements. 

“Oh god, oh god, oh god!” You chant, your knees bucking as you're pushed to the edge. Your gummy walls convulse and tighten as you come all over Jaehyun’s cock. You scream out in pleasure, tears falling from your eyes. You’re panting, muscles in your body turning into jello as Jaehyun slowly releases his hold on you. You fall onto your stomach, completely and utterly fucked out. 

“Turn over,” Jaehyun softly orders and you comply, slowly. Mustering any energy you have left, you lay on your back. Jaehyun watches you catch your breath, his hand carefully soothing your quivering thighs. 

“Do you want to stop?” He asks, concerned.

“N-not until you come,” you softly reply, your voice hitching before you gulp. “I want you to come, too.”

He simply nods. Aligning with your entrance again, he hovers over you, and your sweet cunt swallows him fully as he stuffs himself into you. 

You take note of his lack of eye contact with you and instead, opting to bury his face into your neck as he sensually moves his hips into you. 

You stroke the back of his head with your fingers, your legs wrapping around him to keep him close to you. This is what you wanted for the past fifteen months. You wanted to be under him, giving you everything his body can offer you. You wanted him; you needed him.  

Jaehyun lifts his head and flickers between your eyes, softening at the sight of you. His hips slow, biting his bottom lip with hesitation. 

“W-what’s wrong?” You ask, your brows curve with worry as you bring your finger to move the strand of fallen hair from his eye.

He grabs your wrist, halting your movements. Burying his face into the crook of your neck once more, he breathes against your skin. “I want you.” He mutters. “I hate the idea of someone else fucking you.”

You stay silent sitting with the confession coming out of his mouth.

“Tell me what I need to do to have you all to myself.” He pushes into you harshly. His fingers gripping onto your hips for dear life.

“You can take me out to dinner or to a movie,” you smile against the shell of his ear. “Maybe even buy me a Cartier love bracelet to show me you’re serious.” You giggle. “And tell me why you want me.” 

You feel him grin, his movements speeding up. The feeling of his pelvis hitting against your clit. His tongue laps over your skin, giving you a small bite before his arms wrap under your back, arching you closer to him. His tip kisses that sensitive spot inside you, rubbing it as he penetrates into you feverishly.

“Jaehyun,” you whine. “G-gonna come, again.” 

He takes your words as an invitation to keep going, eventually pulling your orgasm out of you right before he finishes himself off into the rubber wrapped around his shaft. 

You’re both heaving, catching your breath. The sun rays peak through Jaehyun’s bedroom window, coloring his walls with an orange tint. 

Jaehyun pulls out of you, shyly avoiding eye contact with you as he tosses his used condom in the bin next to his bedside table. He throws on his favorite joggers and you do the same, hastily dressing yourself with your clothes from earlier.

“Did you mean what you said? About wanting me, I mean.” You softly question as his back faces you. 

“Yeah, I did.” His voice is quiet, almost embarrassed that this was his way of confessing his feelings — when he was balls deep inside of you; arguably not the most romantic way to be confessed to. 

“Can I ask why? I mean, why do you want me? It seems like you have hated me since I moved in.” 

Jaehyun turns to you, moving his lips to say something, but is not able to have anything come out. He steps forward, only to halt, letting silence fall between you two. 

“Is it so you can fuck me whenever you want?” Your voice drips with disappointment, silently hoping that wasn’t the case. 

“No! No it’s not that.”

“Can you tell me why?” 

“I’m not - I mean, I can’t -“

You shake your head, disappointed at the man in front of you. “I have to get ready for work.”

“Wait! Please.” His hand grabs your arm, stopping you from walking out his bedroom door. 

“Jaehyun,” you sigh. “Telling me you simply want me isn’t enough; anyone can just say that. I know communication isn’t your strongest skill, I get that, but until you can at least communicate to me why you want me, I don’t think I can be what you want me to be.”

Heaviness fills both your hearts as you say your words. Tears brim from Jaehyun’s eyes, before he sharply inhales as he lets your arm go. 

You give him a second to gather the courage to tell you how he truly feels about you, but he doesn’t; sinking your heart to the pit of your stomach. 

“I need to get ready for work,” you whisper, salty tears threatening to fall from your eyes. 

Jaehyun doesn’t stop you. Instead, he closes the door behind you as you walk out, clutching his chest in hopes to ease the pain he desperately wanted to avoid. After mentally beating himself up for being unable to simply tell you how he feels, he grabs his phone to text his best friend. 

jaehyun: come over, i need your help.

“What did you need help with at 7 in the morning?” Mark yawns, walking through Jaehyun’s front door 

“Y/n and I, we…” Jaehyun starts, only to stop and timidly look down at his bare feet, sliding his hands into the pockets of his pants and biting back a smile only to have his dimples betray him.

“Oh my god, you two finally did it.” Mark looks at his best friend with shock that quickly turns into happiness. “Dude,” he lifts his hand to cup Jaehyun’s shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Congrats!”

“It’s complicated,” Jaehyun lets out, popping the bubble of bliss that radiates through the room.

“Uh-oh.” Mark drops his hand before crossing his arms. “What happened?”

“It started off as hate sex, I guess you can say,” Jaehyun shares, ears burning red as he tells his friend about his sex life. 

“Oh?” Mark smiles. “Well, I guess that’s a way to do it.”

Jaehyun shakes his head before explaining the situation he’s in, everything you told him before leaving for work. “I need help to prove to her I’m serious about her.”

They both make their way over to the living room couch, Jaehyun desperately needing his best friend’s help.

“Ever thought of just using your words to tell her?” Mark offers, slightly annoyed at being woken up early on his off day from work. 

Jaehyun clicks his tongue. “I don’t want to say something dumb and ruin everything. You know I'm not good with my words. She knows I’m not good with communication, she said so herself. I’m working on it,” Jaehyun sighs. “I have some things I want to do for her. I just need help with a few of those things. Please.”

“Fine,” Mark huffs in defeat, standing from his seat and clapping his hands together. “Where do we start?”

You drag your feet from the elevator to your front door, dreading walking into your apartment and facing your roommate after everything that happened this morning. Your hands tremble as you push your keys into the lock and your heart rapidly increases as you hear the front door unlock with the turn of your key.

You’re greeted with Jaehyun sitting at the dining table that’s visible as you enter the apartment. He quickly slips his phone in the pocket of his pants, before quickly meeting you at the front door. 

“Hey,” he softly greets, taking the bags from your hand and placing them on the side table near the entrance as you take off your shoes. “How was your day?”

“Tiring,” you sigh. Your eyes meet his before you both look away from each other. “How was yours?”

“Busy,” he nods, taking your jacket and throwing it on the coat rack. “I know you’re tired, but could you, um,” he pauses. “Change into something comfortable and meet me in my room? I have something to show you.”

It’s clear he’s nervous and you could feel your heartstrings tug for your roommate.

“Sure.” You flash him a weak smile and see his tense shoulders relax. You walk into your bedroom, changing out of your work clothes and into an oversized sweatshirt with pajama shorts before walking down the hallway and knocking on Jaehyun’s bedroom door. You quickly shove the memories of the morning to the back of your mind. 

The door opens, Jaehyun already looking down nervously.

Your mouth parts before a gasp leaves your lips as you see what he’s done to his bedroom. Red rose petals are scattered over Jaehyun’s bedroom floor and over his bed. He’s rearranged his bedroom, pushing his bed to a corner of his room and leaving more space between his bed and the dresser that had his tv on it. Three blu rays of your favorite horror movies are stacked on each other as they sit on his dresser and a set of plates are strategically placed on his bed. From where you stand, you make out that it’s your favorite food from a local restaurant that you absolutely love.

“Jae -” you’re cut off with Jaehyun’s words.

“I would’ve taken you out to a movie and dinner, but I didn’t know how you’d feel when you got home, so I thought we could have our, uh, our first date here.” His hand rubs the nape of his neck and the other gestures over the picturesque layout in front of you. “I hope that’s okay?”

“Y-yeah,” you smile. “That’s okay. But um,” you shake your head to collect your train of thought. “Why here and not in the living room?” 

“I don’t have women come into my bedroom at all and I guess I wanted you to be the first one.” His eyes finally meet yours and are filled with hope. “Hopefully the last one, too.”

You giggle, stepping towards the tv and picking up the blu rays. “My favorite movies,” you smile. “How’d you know?”

Shutting the door, he takes pride in himself as he hears your words. “I notice you watch them a lot, like at least those three once a month. So, I took a stab in the dark and bought those three.” He moves next to you. “Which one do you want to watch tonight?”

Biting down on your bottom lip, you contemplate his question. “Maybe this,” you say lifting The Grudge blu ray. 

He nods his head, opening the case and setting it up as you place yourself on his bed with your back against the wall. You lift the plate of food in front of you, smelling the aroma of your favorite dish that fills the room. He joins you on the bed after turning off the overhead lights. 

“I hope I got your order right,” he smiles.

“You did!” You praise, excitedly.

Throughout the movie, you occasionally catch Jaehyun looking at you before shyly turning his attention back to the movie. Sliding your fingers into the palm of his hand, you slowly interlock them with his, physically feeling him tense up before relaxing when you lay your head on his shoulder. You’re easily pushed off when Jaehyun jumps during a jump scare scene, causing you both to laugh at his reaction to a scene you’re immune to.

“You okay?” You giggle, rubbing your thumb over his. “Not a big horror fan?”

“Honestly?” He laughs, clutching his chest. “I don’t know how you do it.” 

You pause the movie. “Wait, really? I wish you told me you didn’t like scary movies before we’re three-fourths into it.” You reach over his bedside table to turn on his lamp. “Let’s do something else.”

“No, it’s okay.” He tugs on your hand gently, urging you to sit back down. “We’re almost done.”

You shake your head. “No, I’m not putting you through this if you’re not enjoying it.” You grab the deck of cards off his bedside table, before sitting back down.

“I’m enjoying it because I’m with you.” 

Heat rushes to your face, flustered at his words. “No,”you playfully argued. “It’s okay, really. Let’s play a card game instead.” You push the empty plates away before you open the packaging that holds the deck of cards.

“Oh, that’s -” Jaehyun attempts to let out before you read the handwriting scribbled in permanent marker on the front of the package. 

“52 reasons why I love you?” You read aloud, looking up at Jaehyun curiously. “What’s this?”

He gently takes the card deck from you and out of its packaging, laying some cards in front of you. You read some of the cards with handwritten notes — I love the perfume you wear every time you leave the house; I love the way your tongue kinda sticks out when you’re so focused on something; I love your smile (it’s very pretty); I love the way you lip sync to your favorite song when you think no one is watching. 

“You told me to give you reasons why I want you and these are some of the reasons why I love you.” His voice shakes, clearly worried about your reaction. 

You carefully grab the remaining cards from his hands, reading through all the cards — a smile creeping onto your face as you get to the end of the deck — I love you because being around you feels like home.

“I know it isn’t much,” he halfheartedly chuckles. “But I have one more thing.” He grabs his laptop with his headphones that’s strategically placed at the foot of his bed. “I don’t know if you know, but Mark has this makeshift recording studio at his place and he helped me make something for you.” He pauses, typing and clicking away on his laptop’s keyboard. He opens an mp3 file before turning the laptop towards you. “Read this letter first before listening to the file — the letter and the song basically tells you everything you need to know.” 

You nod your head looking down at the envelope with your name on it. You look up when you feel a dip in the bed and see Jaehyun leaving. “Wait, where are you going?” You ask, worry written all over your face. 

“I’ll be outside. I just want you to listen to it alone.” He gives you a nervous smile before biting down on his bottom lip. “Come find me when you’re done, okay?”

You nod your head before Jaehyun walks out of his bedroom, closing the door behind him. Carefully opening the envelope, you take a deep breath before reading the letter.

I’m sorry I let you walk out this morning and made you go through the entire day worrying about where I stand when it comes to my feelings. I never want you to go a day without knowing how much I love you. When you walked through the apartment door for the first time, I felt my heart stop. You’re ethereal, damn near perfect to me. But I honestly thought that was it — you were just a beautiful roommate that I was going to live with but I was so wrong. You’re so patient, kind, considerate, and compassionate even when I didn’t deserve any of those things. Through the months living with you, there was this nagging feeling that I couldn’t ignore. Those emotions scared me, you scared me, so I was selfish and made you think I hated you in hopes that my feelings for you would go away, but it didn’t — it just made you think I hated you even though it was the complete opposite. Seeing you bring over other men ruined me. I wanted so badly to get over you or at least muster the courage to tell you how I felt about you but I was scared. My past relationships weren’t successful, as you can guess, and the idea of being so in love with someone scares the living shit out of me because it can easily be taken away at any moment. I didn’t want you to leave if you didn’t feel the same way. I didn’t want to spend a day without you in my life regardless of whether you knew how I felt or not. This morning was eye opening, then I had to fuck it up by chickening out again. I’m sorry about that. When you walked out the door, there was a moment where it felt like you weren’t coming back and I knew I needed to keep you; to do everything I can to make you stay. I hope by the time you’re reading this, I’ve given you a few reasons why I want you…why I love you. I’m hoping the recording you’re about to hear ties everything together. 

Grabbing his headphones, you adjust the volume before pressing play on the mp3 file titled “completely.” You bring your knees to your chest, close your eyes, and you force yourself to focus on the lyrics. The feeling that overwhelmed you is indescribable — you smile at the lyrics made for you, your heart fluttering immensely as it continues to fill with love for Jaehyun. When the song ends, you selfishly replay it, forgetting that Jaehyun is waiting for you and drowning in his own anxiety. After your second time listening to it, you rip the headphones off and excitingly make your way to the door. 

You find Jaehyun pacing back and forth in the hallway biting down on his thumb restlessly waiting for you. 

Placing a gentle hand on his back, he turns to face you, eyes filled with worry that quickly disappears when you pull him into a kiss and his arms wrap tightly around your waist. 

“I-I’m assuming you liked it?” He asks between kisses. 

“I loved it,” you smile against his lips. Tugging on his shirt, you pull him into his bedroom and lead him to his bed. His mattress hits the back of his knees and causes him to fall onto his back. You push the scattered items further away from you, giving you more room to move around. As you climb on top of Jaehyun, his hands quickly find your waist, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Wait, wait,” he sighs as you pull your body away from him. “I hope you know I didn’t do all of this because I wanted to have sex with you again. I meant everything I said.”

You let out a small giggle. “I know,” you whisper against his lips. You gently pull his lips into yours, your hip rolling over his pelvis. “Is it okay if we do this?” You ask between kisses.

“Only if you’re okay with it,” he breathes before capturing your lips once again. 

You hum, nodding your head. “Take your pants off,” you softly command before feeling his hips lift off the bed. He uses both hands to push the fabric down his thighs then to his legs, pulling one leg out and using the other to push it off his ankles all while his lips never leave yours. You take note of the lack of underwear he has, smirking at his hardened length pressing against your clothed core. You lift the fabric of his shirt over his head before trailing kisses down his neck, chest, and stomach. 

Jaehyun gulps at the sight of you, feeling vulnerable as you place chaste kisses against his soft skin. 

Licking a strip against his shaft, he gasps as a sudden wave of blood flows into his length, hardening under touch. You take his tip into your mouth before sinking him deeper, allowing his cock’s head to hit the back of your throat. A moan quickly escapes from his lips, his mouth agape at the pleasure he’s receiving. 

“Damn,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “This mouth will be the death of me.”

You smile against his cock before hollowing your cheeks, sucking on his shaft as his hand wraps around the nape of your neck, slowly guiding your head up and down. 

“Just like that,” he groans. “Fuck, you’re too good at this.” He props himself up with his free elbow, enjoying the delicious view in front of him. 

You lift your head, your spit glistening against your plump lips and stroking his erection slowly. “Too good?” You question with a smirk. “You make it sound like a bad thing.”

“Not at all, baby,” he sighs before you place a soft kiss on his lips. His tongue rolls over your bottom lip before his teeth capture it, tugging on it gently. 

“Do you want me to stop?” You tease, rubbing your thumb over his excited tip.

“No, please,” he begs.

“You’re very cute when you beg, you know that?”

“And you’re a tease, you know that?” He smirks, pulling your lips back down to his. 

You grin before placing kisses against his length, twitching under the soft touch of your swollen lips. Flattening your tongue, you take his entire cock into your mouth, gagging on it until a pool of saliva drools out and falls onto the base of his shaft, causing a string of Jaehyun’s favorite curses to leave his lips. You leave his cock with a pop, smiling up at him. 

Jaehyun tugs on your shirt, pulling it over your head and throwing it across his bedroom. You quickly remove your bottoms as Jaehyun places open and wet kisses against your abdomen. Pushing him back, you grab a condom from his bedside table remembering where he had them from this morning. You roll his condom onto his erection before you align your entrance with the tip. Jaehyun’s hands gripping your ass, your supple skin pillowing between his fingers. You ease your hips down his hard length, moaning at the stretch you’re still not used to. 

“So tight,” he murmurs under his breath, trying to steady his breathing as his tip dips into your needy cunt. “Maybe we need to do this more often to - fuck - to get you used to me,” he chuckles, licking your collarbone before sucking the skin into his mouth. 

Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling it back to look up at you. “You’re naughty, you know that right?” A devilish grin pulls at your lips as you watch Jaehyun’s jaw drop, feeling your walls swallow his entire shaft selfishly. 

“Only for you,” he whispers, completely intoxicated by your presence. 

You roll your hips against him, your moans filling the space between his and your lips. Jaehyun grips your hips, helping you move up and down his shaft before smoothly switching positions with you under him. 

“This feels very familiar,” you giggle, licking your bottom lip. 

Jaehyun smiles down at you, his hips sensually moving into you. “You don’t have to say it back, but I do love you.” He sighs, peppering kisses against your cheek. “I hope you don’t mind me saying that to you.”

“Not at all,” you smile, your legs wrapping around his waist. “I love you, too.” 

You could feel him smile against your skin before his hips move rapidly into you. You feel Jaehyun’s tip kiss your sweet spot inside of you as he slowly rubs your clit with his finger. He’s timing your orgasm, ensuring he releases at the same time as you do. He feels your walls flutter against him and he takes notes of your moans now turning into tiny whimpers. Your back arches and you press your heels against his back, keeping him as close to you as he possibly can be. Within seconds, you and Jaehyun are coming in tandem — both of you desperately catching your breath. Slowly pulling out of you, he rids himself of his used condom before getting dressed and rejoining you in bed. 

You rest your head on his chest, your arm slinging over his abdomen as he strokes your hair endearingly. “I hope I gave you enough reasons,” he lets out, kissing your forehead. 

“More than enough,” you smile, your finger tracing his abdomen. You look up at him before kissing his cheek. “Also, I hope you know that now that I know you can sing, I’ll be asking you to sing to me all the time.”

Jaehyun shyly giggles, pulling you back down to his chest. You both lay there in silence, soaking in the moment you have with each other. 

“Oh!” Jaehyun lets out, sitting up in bed. You follow his actions, sitting up confused. “Before I forget, close your eyes.”

You smile nervously but you do as he asks.

“Stick out your wrist.”

You lift both wrists together, smiling cheekily. 

“Just one wrist, baby.” He laughs as he watches you drop your right hand to your side.

You feel something cold press against your skin and the weight of it feeling heavy on your wrist. “What is it?” You ask, your eyes still shut until he allows you to open it which he quickly does. 

Your eyes flutter open, your jaw dropping at the sight of the Cartier love bracelet around your wrist. “Wait, Jaehyun, is this real?” You lift your wrist, examining the bracelet up close.

“Yeah, I bought it today.”

“No, wait,” you stumble on your words. “I-I can’t accept this, this is expensive. Return it and get your money back.” Before you could remove the bracelet from your wrist, Jaehyun grabs your hand and halts your movements. 

“It’s really no problem. If you’re worried about it being expensive, just know it didn’t put a dent in my bank account, I promise.” 

You open your mouth to protest, only for him to shush you as his finger is pressed against your lips.

“I’d give you the entire world if I could,” he smiles. “But since that’s physically impossible, I’ll do my best to give you everything else.”

[lycanthropicture]

the crazy thing abt mary winchester is like. ur supposed to like her. ur supposed to empathize with her and see her as a complex interesting character with her own problems and flaws and quirks. i think what they did with mary in season 12 was actually sick as fuck and one of the few actually really awesome things supernatural ever did. like in many ways they undid their fridging of her and like. took an actual look at the misogyny at the very core of the show. supernatural's fridging of mary is like their original sin bro like. seasons 1-11 are all "i can never go home" (woman makes home. mother is home... the wife/mother of this family died and now they can never have a home. etc.) and season 12 is like "what if home is a concept u made up in ur head and shes actually very different than u imagined and also a whole person who isnt actually very good at embodying the concept of home or motherhood like really at all. and this is all just a bit much for her rn." like thats awesome!!! and spn fanbase has been so filtered and poisoned so as to accept and perpetuate blatant horrific misogyny that they saw that like genuinely anti-misogynistic concept and went omfg. i fucking hate this bitch so bad bc shes terrible at being home/mother/wife. wtf. LIKE OH MY GOD????

[fangsandfeels]

I gained the next level of appreciation for how well Dragon Age 2 understood trauma, the ugly side of it.

I don't blame Fenris. I understand why after enduring years and years of abuse, humiliation, having your autonomy, your memories, everything that constituted you including your own name stripped away from you, you have no empathy for anyone reminiscent of your abusers - especially if nobody came to save you in the end and you are the only one fighting for your life and freedom. I understand why upon hearing how someone (who reminds you of your abusers) suffers unfairly, the only thing you can say is "Good" - and lash out at anyone trying to tell you off for it. Where all these fucking preachers were when you were suffering? Why even in the land that is supposed to be different from your own hellhole, your word and your experience still don't matter?

I don't blame Anders. I understand why after being betrayed by your own parent, after the decades of listening how you must suffer for the sin of being born, being confined to isolation, being treated like a monster while being a child, being denied the simplest of comforts, you fiercely defend people who share your abilities - because nobody else would ever look out for you and them. Of course you would clash even with someone who has legitimate reasons to be negative towards people like you because your own wounds sting more than their pain. You have dealt with the Chantry's vile propaganda for so long, you no longer take things at face value. Of course, Chantry would say that the foreign land where mages rule is foul, and corrupt, and full of blood magic and demons! So many times rumors, lies, and twisted religious depictions have been used to abuse, lobotomize, and enslave you, you're no longer letting it happen - and you only believe what you see and hear. And all you see around is injustice and indifference. And you're only the one screaming into the void, raging against the horrors everybody else is willingly blind to.

I don't blame them both for losing their mind in their own ways while the rest of the group silently wondered why they couldn't just be normal.

Personally, I don't think there was any chance for them to become friends or make peace during the events of the game. The "I suffered so I don't want anyone to suffer like I did" or "I'm a bigger person" are pretty lies and half-truths at worst. At best, they are mindsets only possible after someone who suffered finally feels safe and can be out of their survival mode. Which is not really true for Fenris and Anders, even during the final act of the story.

Even on high friendship or romance, Anders is still self-destructive, ready to die at Hawke's hands after launching his plan in motion. Even with a friend/lover at his side, he is alone in his head, in his vision of the world, in his pain.

Even with proper support and help, it takes Fenris three years to accept a relationship, but it doesn't change his perspective and if you don't have enough of his trust, you lose him to his trauma-based response.

I may be overthinking it, but I am truly thankful to the game for not toning down the complex, hard and uncomfortable aspects of trauma. People have always been in love with the concept of the perfect victim (who hates only "the right" bad guys and suddenly knows when to be tolerant, nice and accepting and doesn't say any rancid and hateful shit ever), but it became particularly aggravating lately.

[moonlightcycle571]

Lantern Corps and a 10 year old Child

In a last post, I said the Lantern Corps would love Captain Marvel because he’s omni-lingual (and there’s so many different species so it makes sense that they would feel comfertable around a guy who can speak their mother tongue, no matter how obscure it is).

And then it came to me in a glorious vision, the Cores would LOVE or absolute HATE Billy Batson, be it as a kid it as Captain Marvel.

First on the Love Captain spectrum:

Red Lantern: that’s the corps that’s the most insistent. Man’s fights littéral Wrath and demons alike on a weekly basis. Man’s go to weekly poker night with Satan and other Wardens of Hell. Why? Because he has his own prison dimension in th Rock of Eternity, who also holds the strongest demons.

Yellow Lanterns: as champion of magic, he holds a lot of weight. Especially for magic users. One flick of a wrist and boom, your magic is gone. The whole concept of ‘The Champion’ is enough for most to fear him. That and one does not play poker with The Devil from The Bible and other figures from various religions, and just have a normal presence. He’s terrifying when he wants to be. In his Cap form, he needs to actively tamp down to appear more family friendly, and not the eldricht horror he knows he could easily look like.

Green Lanterns: Homeless Child Superhero dealing with horrors must adults can’t handle. That takes willpower. Even before Captain, I’m pretty sure off willpower alone he could qualify. But what’s the real ringer is his imagination. The Rock of Eternity has access to magical dimensions that no amount of crack could dream up. Man’s had to learn how to use Looney Toones Logic irl and it works. Man’s got a while Disney Dimension with Ballerina Hippos with their Croc partners. Mans has debates about files with littéral walking talking dinosaurs. Billy is hella creative, and who knows what would be made with a ring.

Blue Lanterns: do I … do I need to explain? There are the lantern corps of Hope, I think the rest is pretty self explanatory. I will say though, he was close to accepting when he found out they got a Corgi. Even closer when Dex Starr, the red lanterns cat got a

Orange Lantern: bro fights the physical manifestations of the Seven Deadly Sins , including Greed on a regular basis. By right of conquest, he really should be wearing the ring rn. They be trying to put a ring on it for ages.

Black Lanterns: he once revived Freddy and or Mary by reconnecting them to the rock, and since then is considered a ‘nécromancer’. Also (similar to the Avatar State) he has memories of past champions, including death, so one can argue he’s in a life and death loop.

White lanterns: same reasons as the Black Lanterns. They’ve been trying to get Billy to also out-do said Black Lanterns (who in turn try to recruit him some more). It’s just one vicious snowball effect now.

Now for the Hate Captain spectrum:

Star Sapphire Corps: The thing about Billy is that he’s AroAce. Very Aro and Very Ace. So those who draw power from love and try to flirt are met with the disgusted face of someone who’s famously nice. It was a devastating blow to the whole corps. At some point Hal decided to hide behind Cap to escape another Star Sapphire who fell inlove with him, and they just, lost their power. No longer had the ability to fly and everything. He’s Ace-ness is crippling. And it did bring memes. The Ace community was winning.

Indigo Tribe: he’s too autistic for them. And while being the warden of multiple dangerous beings fits their MO and all, they ain’t touching the bullshit magical logic with a ten foot pole. That, and the first time a ring was sent to him to recruit him to keep the evil ones in line, he roasted their whole system, their ugly ass uniforms (that particular shade of indigo clashed with his Hero Outfit way to much) and ended with a comparison to them with a guy called ‘King Kid’ and the fucking ‘Easter Bunny King’ that somehow did a much better job at Machiavellic while also being uhly. They never sent a second one. The red lanterns sent more.

Ultraviolet lanterns: again, man’s fights the Seven Sins on the regular, is their warden along with other sick evils, lies to the Justice League on the regular and plays poker with Demons (and wins) despite being one of the most honest people there is. That and he’s so dad shaped, it counters their power of daddy issues.

Bonuse:

It’s not uncommon for various JL members to receive lantern rings. They just don’t want to. So the standard procedure is to find your local lantern, and give them rings. At some point all the Corps made a lantern offers chart (and maybe the JL got a bit competitive).

Problem, that screen was using old alien tech that didn’t have colour. So they knew Cap had the most lantern offers, but they didn’t know which colours. Until it got fixed.

J’le looking at the rainbow that’s Captain Marvels Ring List: …

Batman: Captain, why is there so many red ones?

Billy, sweating: …

Hal, not comfy with the amount of yellow: I… I need to make a few phone calls.

John, the one who’s been receiving all of his rings: Uh, don’t remind me. I’ve been getting cramps with the amount of times I had to input the different colours.

Dinah: I don’t think even I’m qualified for the amount of therapy everyone is going to need.

WonderWoman: How to you have Negative Pink Rings??? You can’t get a negative number in a list

Billy, inputing the Zeta Tube: haha, it’s so weird

John: … do I need to add AroAce as a weakness for the Sapphires???

Bonus points if the results are open to the galactic public, and just wonder who tf are and ‘Billy Batson’ and Captain Marvel and why they are dominating the top ranks. What is in the Terra city Fawcette.

Extra Bonus Point if the JL go: Who tf is Billy Batson, and why is he ranked above Captain Marvel.

I’ve been waiting to do this one for a while. But never got the motivation. Let me know if I missed any, and feel free to write fanfic (please tag me if you do, I wanna reeeeead).

Final note, I want to give a certain someone a comment of appreciation.

@wonderjanga you are my favourite person on this app. You are the reason I decided to get out of my procrastination slump. Thank you for you content, it’s always so creative and I deeply enjoy it.

For those who don’t know them, I recommend checking out their content. It’s genuinely inspiration for me to start writing again. I don’t think I’ll be writing on ao3 soon, but maybe one day.

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hihi i love ur work sm <3 could you pls do a barty crouch jr sunshine x grump except the reader is the grump? ik barty isnt rlly sunshine like but he seems a lot more outgoing and energetic when compared to the reader. for the prompt could it be a.6 where the reader is just being her usual grumpy self and barty sort of mocks her? if the idea doesnt sound so appealing u dont have to do it i understand !! (also ignore the fact i submitted this earlier but forgot to put the prompt lmfao)

hi sweetheart! first of all, no i will not ignore your earlier ask because what you said about my writing was soso sweet and i think about it daily<33 i am a truther of barty being the sunshine in these dynamics because his chaotic energy needs a bit of a grumpy counterpart which is why i'm also a bartylus truther shhh so i'm in love with your idea, thanks darling xx this was so fun to write, why is he like this

Prompt: A.6 "Aren't you just a sweetheart?"

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: not proofread, fem!reader (she/her pronouns used), you are in gryffindor sorry and marauders!bestie, mostly barty pov so it's sassy and biased, banter/bickering, language, some innuendos/suggestive jokes, they do not kiss physically but are making out in barty's head tbh, jegulus appearance my loves, a little bit of bartylus snuck in there

Note: i love their dynamic here, might write some more blurbs with the same storyline/concept

continuation can be found here <3 and here

Barty could not believe Regulus had betrayed him on such a carnal level.

Becoming chummy with Gryffindors in general should be considered a cardinal sin, but shagging one on the regular? Insisting that shagging was a “crude term” for it and insisting Barty accept that his best friend, stupid wanker, is actually in love with and dating James Potter, the epitome of Gryffindor bravado?

Absolutely unacceptable. Arguably a hate crime, and he told Regulus as much, only to be met with an eye roll as the black haired boy continued to drag him along to where his new boyfriend was sitting in the Great Hall, surrounded by friends.

“Well, if it isn’t Baby Black?” A girl called as Regulus approached the group, hauling Barty along with him. Others around smiled and greeted Regulus – not Barty.

“Shut it, McKinnon,” Regulus grumbled, sheepishly taking the seat on James’s left that he had saved for him. Barty could spot a slight pinkish blush creeping up on Regulus’s cheeks when James murmured a hey love and kissed his cheek.

Barty could puke at the sight.

Nevertheless, he shoved some Gryffindors further down the table to take a seat beside Regulus. For whatever reason, he had believed it necessary to bring Barty with him every single time he meets James’s gnarly pack, so Barty assumed the role of protective friend while still making it exponentially clear that he disapproves.

“No acknowledgement for me then?” Barty looked around the table who were in one degree or another cooing at the fresh couple. All except Sirius, who, like Barty, was faux gagging at the sight.

It’s a new low for Sirius Black to be your one ally.

“Make yourself note-worthy, and we’ll say hello to you, Junior.” The gruff voice came from you, who conveniently was sitting opposite Barty this morning.

You were thus far the most tolerable of James’s friends, mostly because you had yet to be as loud and obnoxious as the rest, despite the red and gold around your neck. You had yet to say almost anything at all, but what you did say had a habit of drawing a snort from Barty. Mostly because it was never particularly kind.

Your eyes didn’t leave the crossword puzzle you were working on as you ate, shutting out the bickering around you, yet somehow picking up on Barty’s comment. 

Intriguing. 

“I take great personal offence to that, darling.” Barty's voice was incredulous but he sported a contradicting wicked grin, happy at the opportunity to wreak a bit of havoc if he must be seated here.

“Ew.” You looked up at that, eyes narrowing at the pet name he gave you. He decided then and there, that was the only way he would refer to you from now on. “And good. Maybe it can help you build some character.”

“Oh, come on,” James butted in, finally drawing his eyes from Regulus – who he had sneaked an arm around before the boy could protest at the public display of affection – and looking at his dear friend and his disgruntled friend-in-law. “Be nice to Junior, he slithered here all the way from the comforts of his dungeon.”

“So did your boytoy, Potter, so watch your mouth.” Sirius, James and Regulus all winced at the word boytoy, though for very different reasons.

“And so I am being nice to him,” James retorted, squeezing Regulus as he looked down at him. “Aren’t I, love?”

“Shut up,” Regulus whispered.

“You’ve already said that today, Reggie,” McKinnon replied with a sly grin. “Find another comeback, why don’t ya?”

Regulus just rolled his eyes at her while Sirius bumped his shoulder into hers in a sign of approval.

“Anyway.” Barty drew the attention back to him as he spoke up, but his eyes were trained on you. “Build some character you say? What character would you like me to be, baby?"

You sized him up, clearly debating whether to follow James's advice or take Barty's bait. The latter seemed to win.

"Someone less disruptive would be a great start."

"That would hold more bite if you didn't willingly surround yourself with this lot," Barty laughed, waving his arms a bit too theatrically towards your friends, some of which were scowling at him, others nodding in agreement. Barty swore he could hear James whisper fair under his breath.

"Willingly is a bit of a stretch." You side-eyed Sirius beside you with a sly grin, who took a few seconds to process your sentence. Once he realised, he gasped and swatted at your arm for the disrespect.

Barty was enjoying himself much more than he expected.

"Aren't you just a sweetheart?" His grin never faltered as he continued his one-sided staring contest with you. As if you were the only thing in the room of notice, as if your friends weren't right there and needed to be won over by him as well.

“I can be,” you drawled, fighting to keep your face neutral. “You just gotta earn it."

Barty tilted his head, eyes narrowing with interest as he studied you. There was something undeniably magnetic about your sharp tongue, the way you seemed to remain so unbothered by the chaos swirling around the table.

He leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table, inching just a bit closer. “And how do I do that?”

Finally, you locked eyes with him properly, levelling him with your stare. Your expression remained impassive, but there was a flicker of something—curiosity, maybe?—beneath your cold exterior.

"That ship sailed so long ago, you can't even see it from harbour, Junior."

"Good thing I can swim." Barty winked at you, and part of him thought he caught you look flustered for half a moment as his comments grew flirtier by the minute.

“Fine by me, easier to drown you if you jump in the water willingly."

Barty barked a laugh, unphased by your words. "Don't threaten me with a good time." He could feel Regulus giving him a look from his right, but Barty ignored it. He was far too entertained by you now. “Tell me, do you give everyone such a warm welcome, or am I just special?”

Your lips twitched, but you held your ground, flicking your eyes back to the crossword in front of you. “You’re just annoying.”

Regulus groaned softly, clearly wishing he could disappear into the floor. He wasn’t exactly thrilled about having to subject himself—and by extension, Barty—to the whirlwind that was James Potter and his pack of friends, but he also wasn’t blind. He saw the way Barty’s attention had shifted, how your sharp, biting comments had hooked him in a way nothing else had managed to. He could practically feel the chaos brewing.

James, ever the peacemaker, clapped his hands together. “Right, well, now that we’ve all sufficiently insulted each other—again—how about we chat about something less murder-y?”

“No promises,” you murmured, flipping a page of the Daily Prophet as you continued working through the puzzle.

“Good efforts, Potter, but I fear she's just too intrigued by me” Barty sighed, leaning back in his seat as if exhausted by the mere prospect of attention. “I have that effect on people.”

“Oh, sure,” McKinnon chimed in, rolling her eyes. “We’re all positively obsessed with you.”

Sirius, looking entirely too pleased with himself, gave you an exaggerated wink. “I’d pay good money to see her put you in your place, Junior.”

“And I’d pay good money to see you mind your own business,” you retorted coolly, not even sparing Sirius a glance. Neither boy seemed sure if the comment was meant for Sirius or Barty, but didn't let that deter their entertainment.

Barty watched the exchange with open fascination. He couldn’t help but admire how easily you held your own amongst this overzealous group, considering their tendency to overwhelm people with their loud, boisterous energy. You were like a still, cold lake amidst a storm, unbothered by the wind and waves crashing around you.

He leaned closer to Regulus, his voice dropping slightly as he muttered, “I like her.”

Regulus, still recovering from the emotional whiplash of being dragged between Barty and James’s worlds, gave Barty a flat look. “Don’t.”

Barty’s grin only widened. “Too late.”

It became a strange, almost delirious routine for Barty to be swirled into the life of James Potter and Co. He minded it less and less, irritation soothed almost instantly once he saw you.

He sought you out every time Regulus brought him along, plopping down beside you on the common room couches, leaning on your chair at the library, catching your eye in the hallways. You presented begrudgingly, always rolling your eyes and scoffing, but your resolve crumbled slowly and the smile you were fighting became more insistent.

You and your dry retorts, you with your books or puzzles in hand, you and your knowing looks that grew more affectionate.

Barty was thoroughly fascinated.

"Don't screw this up for me please," Regulus would whine as the two of them walked back to the Slytherin dorms with just a few minutes left before curfew. They had dragged out their time sprawled across the couches by the fireplace at Gryffindor.

This time, as most times of late, Regulus hadn't asked Barty to come – he hadn't needed to. While the two usually spent most of their time together, Barty had practically been glued to his side as of late, ready to jump on the opportunity to see you.

"I won't," Barty dragged out the words with annoyance, as if he had said them a thousand times as of late. "Don't worry your pretty head so much Reggie, James won't care that I'm bantering with his bestie."

"It's not just the bantering I'm worried about," Regulus muttered, but Barty caught it clear as day. He gave his friend a look that demanded further explanation.

"You clearly fancy her, Barty!" He just blinked, as if to say and? Regulus groaned. "Just don't mess anything up with her to the point where she gets so angry she doesn't want to see you anymore. I don't want to have to deal with managing my time between you and James because she wants you dead."

Barty sighed dreamily at those last words, whispering wouldn't that be hot? Regulus gave him a corrective slap up the back of his head.

"I won't okay, I won't!" Barty was the one grumbling now, trying to deal with the infatuation in his stomach, just aching to go back and bicker some more with you, while also calming his best friend down. "I don't want to actually like hurt her or anything, I just like getting a little rise out of her."

Regulus paused before the entrance to the Slytherin common room, levelling Barty with a glare. He realised then that he seemed to have a type of person he prefers to associate with, because you had given him that same look earlier when you debated each other about who should get to sit in the comfy chair. He suggested you just sit in his lap in the chair – a great compromise, really – and a beautiful blush crept up on your face when you scoffed.

"If she will make you happy, please do go for it. But be careful, please." Regulus's tone of voice was intent, leaving little room for argument.

Barty still found some, of course, but he was soft for his friend and gave way.

"Fine, don't worry, I've got it under control," he all but whined. "It's not everyday stoic Regulus Black begs me for anything, so fine."

There was a smile on Regulus's face when he shoved him then, finally stepping into the Slytherin dorms to call it a night.

You were in the library the first time Barty got you all to himself.

It was a Saturday afternoon when Barty found himself wandering through the library, absentmindedly scanning the rows of books. He wasn’t really paying attention, more so killing time before his next Quidditch practice and possibly looking for some trouble, when he spotted you in a far corner. Much better.

For once you were free from your larger than life friends, nose peacefully buried in another one of your books as you twirled your quill before your fingers. Barty knew you were waiting to scribble something in the margin, and a surprisingly soft warmth sprouted in his chest when you did. A small smile tugged at his lips as he made his way over to you, leaning casually against the bookshelf beside you.

“Fancy seeing you here, sweetheart.”

You didn’t even bother looking up. “If you’re here to annoy me, I’ll hex you. Finally got some peace and quiet."

Barty laughed, taking the seat across from you without invitation. “You wound me. What makes you think I’m here to annoy you? Maybe I just wanted some quality company.”

“Quality company?” you echoed, raising an eyebrow as you finally looked up from your book. “And yet you chose to sit with me.”

“Exactly,” Barty replied smoothly, flashing you a grin. “You’re the most interesting person in this castle, and I’m bored. I’m sure you can entertain me.”

You gave him a long, appraising look, as if trying to figure out what his angle was. “You really don’t know when to quit, do you?”

“Nope.” His characteristic cheshire cat grin was playing across his features, and you ignored the stirring it caused inside you.

A pause stretched between you as your staring contest prolonged, and for a moment, Barty thought you were going to ignore him, go back to your book, and continue the delicate balance of biting banter and cold indifference that had marked all your previous interactions.

Then, much to his surprise, you closed your book with your fingers keeping your page. You leaned back in your chair as you regarded him with a calculating gaze. “Fine. Though if you’re so desperate for company, then you tell me something interesting. Junior.”

Barty blinked, not having expected you to actually engage. His grin grew and he felt pride bloom in your chest as you began to sport your own.

"Oh, I'll tell you anything you want, if it'll keep your attention on me, sweetheart."

[scarlet-bitch]

You'd Have to Stop the World...

*extended & edited, 12K words, FWB Eddie X fem!reader, 18+ Explicit Content -MDNI, use of "baby" as nickname, no use of y/n, little to no description of reader, set in Hawkins '90 -everyone's aged up accordingly, no mention of upside down.*fair amount of smut in this—it's a fwb plot... but also heavy angst & fluff!! a/n: most of my ideas are inspired by a song - the concept for this came entirely through a playlist I made, so l added the tracklist. Feedback, comments, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Thanks for reading and as always, I hope you enjoy! xo, scarlet 💋

Struggling through a dry spell, an idea comes to you when your attractive friend Eddie vents about his recent disappointing hookups. What starts as casual fun gradually complicates as physical and emotional boundaries begin to blur.

“I keep recalling things we never did / Messy top lip kiss / How I long for our trysts / Without ever touching his skin /How can I be guilty as sin?”

A few years ago, you met Eddie Munson, thanks to an introduction from your then coworkers, Robin and Steve. What began as a casual acquaintance in a larger group quickly evolved into a genuine friendship.

But as with many great friendships, a new romance - this time with Matt - changed the dynamics. As your relationship with Matt grew, so did the distance between you and Eddie. Matt didn’t like him, his dislike fueled by a few key grievances: he accused Eddie of overcharging for weed, could barely tolerate Eddie’s metal music - and was visibly irritated by the number of times you dragged him to Eddie’s shows. Yet, beneath it all, Matt’s discomfort had a more personal edge. He was convinced there was something more to your friendship, despite your insistence on its platonic nature.

“Okay, sure, whatever you say,” Matt mocked. “But I’m telling you, he definitely wants to fuck you.”

Matt’s evidence included:

• “He never makes you pay for weed.” - Ah, the classic move of the charming drug dealer - Robin and Steve are also lucky recipients of Eddie's personal stash. Generosity? Sure. A sign of deeper feelings? Unlikely. 

• “He flirts with you.” - Eddie flirts with everyone. This isn’t a private act of seduction - it’s his default setting. And sure, before you dated Matt maybe you indulged in Eddie’s flirty nature but it was just all in good fun. 

• "He call's you - Baby." - The nickname was not some romantic gesture, Eddie's just a menace. It all started after a shift at Family Video, you and Robin went back to Steve's house. Eddie made an entrance, a blunt was passed, and you started rambling about the ridiculousness of the name "Baby" in Dirty Dancing. "You know, it's funny you hate it because 'Baby' suits you perfectly," Eddie quipped. You shot him a look of annoyance, but Eddie, with that trademark grin, decided it was a keeper and has called you it ever since. 

• “The way he fucking looks at you.”  - This is where the plot thickens. While the other signs are easily explained, you didn't quite see what Matt was ever referring to. 

Yet, every time Matt voiced his theories, your mind couldn’t help but drift to thoughts of Eddie in bed. He had quite the reputation as a good fuck and it was undeniable that he was incredibly attractive. But the guilt of entertaining these thoughts, especially while with Matt, was crushing. So, you shoved them aside.

In December of '89, Matt accepted a job that meant relocating out of state. By then, your relationship had lost its spark. Of course, that is except for the one area where it still managed to flicker - the bedroom. You both knew it was time to let go, the idea of a long distance relationship wasn't practical when the only thing holding you together required physical proximity that you would no longer share.

Despite it being the obvious choice - the end of nearly two years together was tough, but as the saying goes, when one door closes, another opens. With Matt no longer in the picture, your calendar quickly filled with late nights and laughter, surrounded by Robin, Steve, Eddie, and your ever expanding social circle. It was the start of a new era, as you entered the new decade. 

"These fatal fantasies / Giving way to labored breath / Taking all of me / We've already done it in my head / If it's make believe / Why does it feel like a vow / We'll both uphold somehow?”

Four months into being single, and the dry spell was becoming a cruel joke. Every date you'd been on had left much to be desired, as none of them ever ended with you on your back. Ultimately a waste of your time. 

It was an added frustration to be out with Eddie and watch him glide from one partner to the next with such ease. You even found yourself feeling a bit envious of his conquests, because the more time you began spending with him, the more you understood why Matt had his suspicions. 

On quite a few occasions, you caught Eddie's gaze lingering on you. The stolen glances and charged looks sent your heart racing. Gone were the days of pushing these thoughts away. Now, you found yourself indulging in them, late at night, hand between your thighs, wondering if the fantasies might ever become reality. 

“Don’t play dumb, I know you fantasize. You could have me on my back every night.”

One night, after having your friends over for dinner, Eddie decided to stay and chill after Robin and Steve had left. He sprawled on your couch, legs draped over the coffee table, grumbling about the monotony of his recent casual encounters and the lack of sexual chemistry he'd been experiencing.

Eddie looked at you, cutting himself off mid rant, his fingers deftly rolling a blunt. "It's cool if I smoke in here, right? Or d'ya want me to go on the balcony?" 

You hesitated for a moment before nodding. "I don't usually love it, but why not for tonight?”

With a grin, Eddie continued on his ranting as he finished rolling. Lighting the blunt and taking a long drag when he finished his complaint.

"Okay, but bad sex is more often than not, still enjoyable," you said, in response to his last comment. 

Eddie held out the blunt offering you to take a hit. While normally you’re pretty weary to cross fade, today was one of those 'fuck it' days, as you grabbed it from his fingers. 

"I get what you're saying, but nothing's been like, mind-blowing. I was getting head the other day, and I was literally counting the minutes until it was over. I think it would've been more enjoyable if I'd just taken care of myself." 

You let out a laugh, the smoke escaping in a light cloud. "You think counting maybe prolonged the experience a bit, bud?" Passing the blunt back to Eddie. 

"No, Baby, the counting's what got me there." He smirked before taking another hit. 

You rolled your eyes playfully, but his words sparked thoughts of your own dissatisfaction. It’d been too fucking long since you got laid. 

The two of you sat there listening to the soft sounds of The Cure album you had on, as you took turns with the blunt. Eddie's gaze didn't leave you, his eyes focused on your lips - the movements of your mouth. He was entranced by the subtle way your lips parted and closed around the blunt. You were too lost in your own thoughts to notice his staring. 

“Y’know I really think this is one of those grass is greener situations. l'd take the bad sex. There's only so much I can satisfy myself, and sometimes I- well, I just want to get railed." The words slipped out before you could fully think them through but as soon as they did, you felt a rush of heat flood your cheeks.

Eddie's eyes widened slightly, a blush of his own creeping onto his face as he exhaled smoke. "Oh sure,’ he replied. 

You'd always been open about discussing sex, but this was a new level of candor for you and it caught him by surprise. It also made his cock twitch.  

You weren't sure what it was- the alcohol, the pot, the adrenaline from your embarrassment. Whatever it may be, Eddie's complaints mixed with your own dissatisfaction had an idea brewing and now was the time to act. You set your wine glass down, turned to face him, criss-crossing your legs on the couch. Passing what was left of the blunt back, you finally asked the question that's been on your mind for weeks. 

”Eddie… are you attracted to me?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the flutter in your chest.

"What?" He asked as he put the blunt out.

"Eddie," you pressed. 

He chuckled, the sound a bit shaky. "Everyone thinks you're pretty, you know that.”

"That's not what I asked," you countered. "I'm asking if you think I'm like, hot - not just pretty.”

A smirk played on Eddie's lips as his eyes scanned over your figure, nodding. “Yeah, you’re hot,” he said, taking a sip of his beer and letting his eyes linger on how the soft fabric of your clothes hugged your chest. Truth be told, he thought you were fucking heaven sent. 

"So why haven't you made a move? I've been single for months." 

"You know me, baby. No attachments. Couldn't have you falling in love with me.”

You scoffed. "Really, that's your excuse?”

His gaze met yours, a touch of defensiveness in his eyes. "It's not an excuse. It's just how I am. I don't hook up with friends, it can get messy." 

"Got it," you replied, considering letting it go, but curiosity had taken hold. "Do you ever fantasize about them, though?”

A wry smile appeared on his lips. "Depends on the friend, I guess.”

"Cut the shit, Munson.”

His smile grew. "Alright, yeah. A lot more than I probably should have.”

You leaned in closer, your voice dropping to an intimate whisper. "If it's any consolation, I've fantasized about you a fair bit too.”

"Oh, yeah?" he breathed, his voice huskier than before.

"Mmm-hmm." You shook your head slowly, maintaining eye contact. You noticed the way Eddie's eyes darted down to your lips and then back up to your eyes. 

"What about?" he asked.

"I could tell you," you whispered, "or I could show you.”

Eddie's laughter faltered as he looked away, running his hand through his hair. “Tempting," he whispered, leaning back trying to create some distance. His arousal, however, was unmistakable. 

The room fell silent. You could see the inner conflict in his eyes: the struggle between desire and his self imposed boundaries. The sight of Eddie's hard cock straining against his jeans had your pulse quickening more than the conversation had. You felt yourself growing wet, the heat between your thighs demanding attention.

"So even though it's clear we both want this, you're willing to just let it go because of some vague principle?" you asked, clenching your jaw in frustration.

A dry, almost disbelieving laugh escaped him, his fingers drumming absently on his knee. 'I wouldn't want to complicate our friendship just to get off.'"

“And if I promised it wouldn't complicate anything, that nothing would have to change - it would just be a good time?”

His breath hitched at your words, his eyes locking onto you as though he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. His lips pressed tightly together, and he shifted uncomfortably, his hand instinctively rubbing the back of his neck as he fell silent for a moment, clearly lost in thought. “Then... maybe I’d, uh... maybe rethink some things.”

You nodded slightly, acknowledging his hesitation, but the urgency of your own desire remained, regardless of whether Eddie joined you or not.

“Well, think about it,” you said, standing and heading toward your bedroom. “You’re welcome to join me if you decide you’re in. If not, the spare key’s by the door. Just lock up, and I’ll get it next time.” You closed the door behind you, leaving him with his thoughts.

Eddie sat on the couch, contemplating for all of five minutes before making his decision. Of course, he wasn’t going to let this moment pass him by. He stood up, his mind racing, and walked toward your room.

When Eddie opened the door, he found you lying in bed, bathed in the amber glow of your lamp, only in your panties. You were lost in your own pleasure, hand moving beneath the fabric, eyes closed tight as breathy moans escaped your lips. 

"Fuck," Eddie muttered under his breath, his gaze locked on the scene before him. He froze, taking in every detail. The gentle, desperate movements of your fingers, the soft sway of your breasts, and the way your lips formed an O with every soft whimper. He was mesmerized.

He moved closer, cautious not to disrupt the moment. 

You whispered his name, soft and needy. “Eddie..."

The sound of your voice, so vulnerable and inviting, was nearly enough to push him over the edge. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound that came from the very core of his being. As he stood at the end of the bed, your eyes fluttered open, taking in his presence.

You kept your eyes locked on him, focusing on his face, the way his gaze was fixed on you.

Looking at you like this, made him feel as if he was witnessing the eighth wonder of the world. 

"What are you thinking about?" Eddie asked, needing to understand what was driving you.

"That this is your hand instead of mine, just like l've been imagining for weeks," you admitted, voice trembling slightly.

Eddie let out a soft groan, one you would hold in your mind, replaying it every time you found yourself in this position again.

“Can I see all of you?" he asked, desperation lacing his voice as he sat on the edge of your bed. 

You nodded, slowly sliding your panties down your legs and tossing them aside, revealing your glistening cunt. You returned your hand, teasing yourself gently. Eddie's eyes were focused on you, the sight almost too much for him to bear, a low whimper escaping his lips.

"How would you touch me, if it were your fingers?" you asked, seductively.

Eddie slid up from his spot on the edge of the bed, closer to your side, as he began directing you on how he would pleasure you, eyes glued to your movements. "I'd start by gently tracing my fingers, just like you are now.”

You whimpered as he continued his instructions, caught between the fantasy he was describing and the reality of your own touch. His guidance was driving you wild, but the need for his direct touch was growing unbearable. Breathlessly, you said, "Eddie, please.”

“Tell me what you need,” he rasped, his eyes locked on yours. 

“Touch me,” you pleaded.

Eddie knew what you meant: you wanted him to replace your fingers - but he needed to kiss you and at the vague request for his touch he couldn't help but use that as his cue. He leaned in, his body hovering over yours, cupping your cheek and pulling you into a kiss. The kiss was rough, and raw as if years of restrained longing were unleashed in that heated moment. His lips were demanding, his tongue wrestled with yours, the taste of beer mixing with moscato. You bit his lip eliciting a deep groan from him. His free hand found its way to your thigh, gripping it tightly, driving you further into your own touch. The intensity of his actions only heightened your pleasure. You gasped into his mouth as your climax hit. Eddie’s grip on your thigh never letting up as you clung to him, struggling to steady yourself through your orgasm. 

As the waves began to subside, you whispered raggedly, “I need you.”

Eddie trailed his hand from your thigh to your cunt, only for you to stop his hand. “No. I need more, I need you inside of me. Now.” 

Eddie groaned at your desperate plea for him to fill you. Without a word, he began undressing. His breathing was labored as he quickly removed his shirt, tossing it aside. He fumbled with his jeans, eager and clumsy in his haste to free his hard cock. When he finally did, you let out an audible gasp, taking in the sight of him. He was so fucking perfect.

“How do you want it, baby?” He asked, eager to give you whatever you wanted. 

“What have you fantasized about?”

Eddie hesitated, “We don’t have to -”

“Please, tell me,” you demanded. 

“You, um, you’ve got great tits,” he all about moaned. “I think about you riding me a lot.”

The words were barely out of his mouth before you pushed him back to lean against the pillows, a sly smile on your lips. You reached for a condom from the nightstand, tearing open the wrapper with a quick, practiced motion, and rolled it over his throbbing cock. Eddie’s eyes followed your every move, sighing at your touch. 

With a deep, steadying breath, you positioned yourself above him. Your hands rested on the headboard while his hands gripped your thighs, his fingers digging in as he watched you. Slowly, you began to lower yourself, the initial contact making both of you gasp. The incredible stretch of his cock stung as you lowered yourself down inch by inch. It was almost overwhelming, but so perfectly pleasurable. Eddie’s eyes widened, his breath coming in quick, ragged bursts. 

“Fuck,” he said through gritted teeth. His hands tightened on your thighs, reminding you just how much he wants this.

You continued to sink down, savoring the sensation of being filled. Once fully seated, you paused to adjust, getting accustomed to his size. Eddie wasn’t the longest you’d ever had, but by no means was he small. Close to 7 inches if you had to guess. He was however, the thickest not by an absurd amount but enough to notice the difference. He felt phenomenal. 

You began to move, lifting yourself slightly before sinking back down. The room began filling with the sound of your mingled moans. As you established a steady rhythm, Eddie’s moans grew more frequent, his grip sure to leave bruises. “Fuuuuuck,” he repeated, his voice rough with pleasure.

You shifted from leaning forward to putting your full weight on him, arching your back slightly as you moved your hands from the headboard to behind you, resting them on his thighs. In this position, you had better control and began to increase your pace.

“Aghh - just like that,” Eddie groaned. “Show me how much you want it." Eddie’s eyes were locked on you, taking in every detail - the bounce of your breasts, the flush on your cheeks, the intense pleasure on your face. You looked stunning.

He moved his hands to your breasts, groaning as he squeezed them gently. He adjusted himself so he was sitting up, his hands moving to roam over the rest of your body as he began kissing your skin. He started at your collarbone and moved along your chest until he reached your left breast. Kissing and nipping at the soft skin before enveloping your nipple into his mouth and sucking gently. You shuddered at the added stimulation, moving to rest your hands on his shoulder for better stability as he moved his mouth to your right nipple.

You were finding it hard to keep quiet, biting your lip to stifle your moans as the combination of his mouth and the fullness of his cock drove you closer to ecstasy. 

Eddie, however, was having none of that. Removing his mouth from you chest, “Don’t hold back," he rasped. "Let the whole fucking building know how good it feels to have my cock inside you.”

Just like that, you let yourself moan freely, the sounds echoing in the room as you quickened your pace.

"Ooooohhh fuck,” you cried out as you could familiar the familiar sensation of your orgasm begin to build. 

You swirled your hips, adding a tantalizing motion that made Eddie mumble curses of pleasure. His hands moved to your hips, gripping firmly as he reclined against the pillows. You leaned forward with him, placing your arms on his chest for support as you rode him with increased intensity.

“Such a good girl,” Eddie said in awe, his eyes locked on you as you chased your orgasm. The praise spurred you on, and you let out a loud cry. Eddie’s lips curled into a wry smile as he watched you, clearly enjoying the effect his words had on you.

“You like that, huh?” he teased, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

You whimpered a feeble “yes,” your voice barely audible as you tried to keep up with the intense pleasure.

“Thought you might,” he chuckled. “Be the good girl that you are and cum for me,” Eddie instructed.

That was all it took. Your hips began to falter as your orgasm ripped through you, sending your body into a shuddering climax. Eddie’s groans of satisfaction grew louder as he watched you come undone on top of him. He gripped your hips tightly, taking over control and thrusting into you with a fierce rhythm, pushing you seamlessly into another orgasm.

As you came down, your body collapsed against Eddie's, still trembling from the aftermath of your third orgasm. Tears gathered at the corners of your eyes, the intensity of the pleasure overwhelming you. Eddie, sensing your exhaustion, slowed his thrusts, his hands gently tangling in your hair as he lifted your face to look at him.

“Shit Eds” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I don’t know if I can come again.” 

Eddie’s lips curled into a mischievous smile, his eyes gleaming with determination. 

“Sure you can, baby. You haven’t even gotten what you wanted yet,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before repositioning you both.

The sudden loss of him inside you made you whimper, the emptiness leaving you desperate to be filled again. Eddie lifted you, placing you on your knees, and then knelt behind you. His hands took hold of your hips, and he lined himself up with your entrance before thrusting into you with a forceful, deep motion. The immediate fullness made you moan, the new position allowing him to penetrate you more deeply and hit your g-spot perfectly with every thrust.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” you cried out, your voice raw with pleasure as he continued to thrust into you with a relentless rhythm.

“This is what you wanted, right, baby? To get railed.” Eddie teased, his voice a deep, gravelly whisper. His hands squeezed the flesh of your ass as he drove into you.

“Yes!” you cried out. “Please Eddie, harder,” tears streaming down your face. He responded by pounding into you just as you asked. 

Leaning forward, Eddie kissed the skin along your back, his teeth grazing your flesh with gentle bites, adding another layer of sensation. Your hands gripped the sheets tightly, fingers trembling from the strain as desperate cries of pleasure fell from your lips. Eddie’s left hand slipped between your legs, fingers finding your clit and rubbing frantically.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, don’t stop,” you moaned, your voice quivering.

Eddie’s fingers worked your clit with determined precision, the added stimulation making it clear you were about to lose it. As the pleasure built to its peak, you screamed his name, your body shaking uncontrollably as you came. Eddie’s grip on you tightened, his thrusts remaining steady as he felt you clenching around him.

“There it is,” he groaned, his voice filled with satisfaction as he felt you coming undone. 

Your mascara ran down your cheeks in streaks, merging with your tears as you reached the height of your pleasure. Eddie continued to pound into you as your orgasm subsided, savoring the way you responded to him. He was relentless, driven by his own need to reach his climax. He removed his hand from your clit, gripping your hips firmly as he thrusted into you with increased force.

 “I want you to cum with me,” he growled.

"I-I ahhh..." Your words were swallowed by desperate moans as Eddie kept thrusting. 

"You can do it," he encouraged, his voice low and smooth. "I know you can.”

Eddie's movements grew more intense, his rhythm never faltering as he drove you toward another climax. His hands gripped your hips tighter, his own breath coming in ragged bursts as he neared his release.

"Atta girl," Eddie growled as you clenched around him, crying out surrendering to the pleasure. The sensation was all-consuming, a wave of tingles from head to toe that left you gasping, his climax hitting him with equal intensity at the same moment. He let out a string of moans, his thrusts becoming erratic, as his grip on your ass tightened riding out his release.

As the pleasure subsided, Eddie collapsed beside you, both of you breathing heavily, basking in the afterglow. The intensity of the night had left you feeling dizzy and euphoric, your body still tingling from multiple orgasms - five mind blowing orgasms, to be exact. The most you’d ever had with a partner before was three — and while still sensational it was nothing compared to this. Making it clear that Eddie Munson was the best fuck you’ve ever had.

As you started to come down, you glanced over at Eddie. He was staring at the ceiling, his face a mix of disbelief and deep thought. "Eddie, what's going on in that pretty head of yours?”

"Can I level with you?”

"Of course," you replied.

"It's pretty obvious that what we just had was too good to be a one-off," he said, his eyes meeting yours. "And it's not going to be easy to just go back like this never happened. I mean, I can't just pretend I don't know you've got a praise kink." He teased. 

"Eddie!" You laughed, giving him a playful nudge.

"I'm only half kidding. I clocked that shit when I tried to teach you guitar, this just confirmed it," he admitted with a grin.

You rolled your eyes, a smirk on your lips. “So, what's your point?”

He shifted, propping himself up on one elbow and looking at you seriously. “If you can handle keeping it casual, I think we should do this again.”

“Fucking hell, Munson, didn't we address this on the couch? I wanted to fuck you, I'm not in love.”

Eddie laughed. “Right, I know. But sometimes it can lead to that, and I just want to make sure you understand if we continue to hook up it will never be anything but physical. I can never offer you more, is that clear?" 

You grinned. “Crystal.”

"So, friends with benefits?” He asked. 

You nodded, a smile tugging at your lips as your eyes locked with his. 

"It's a Sexually Explicit Kind of Love Affair" 

Two months had passed since you and Eddie established your friends with benefits arrangement, and you had both adhered to a set of rules: open communication, no exclusivity, and keeping things private. Your frequent hookups had become a thrilling part of your routine, each encounter more intense than the last, and quite a few that were unforgettable. 

Fucked You in the Bathroom When We Went to Dinner: It was Vickie’s birthday dinner, and you and Eddie both attended with your friends. Amid the celebrations, you exchanged knowing glances across the table. When an opportunity presented itself, and everyone was distracted with photos, you both slipped away in the chaos, heading straight for the restaurant’s bathroom.

As soon as the door closed behind you, Eddie's hands were on you, pulling you close. He pressed your back against the wall, as his lips found yours in a rough kiss. His mouth began trailing kisses along your jaw as you you reached down to unbuckle his belt. Eddie's pants were down around his knees, his hands hiking your dress up, growling when he saw you had no panties on. You lifted your leg, resting it on the sink, back still pressed to the wall as Eddie wasted no time before guiding himself into you. Your hands immediately threading through his hair as he sunk in. 

Eddie's thrusts were urgent and desperate. "Fuck, can’t get enough of you," he gasped, his breath hot against your neck. 

You could only respond with a series of breathy moans. The pleasure building rapidly as Eddie's movements grew more intense. His hands gripped your hips firmly,  holding you in place as he drove into you. 

Your climax was approaching quickly, and you couldn't help but let out shrieks of pleasure. Eddie's hand reluctantly coming to cover your mouth to stifle the sounds. He loved hearing you, but not here. 

“Shh, baby. I know," he whispered, feeling you beginning to clench around him. You bit the palm of his hand to stop the scream that was desperate to escape you as your climax hit. His thrusts growing erratic as he came with you, burying his face in your neck.

As you both caught your breath, you quickly adjusted your clothes and fixed Eddie's hair. You walked out first, heading back to the table. A few minutes later, Eddie returned, drink in hand, as if he'd been at the bar the whole time, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he sat down.

Knee Deep in the Passenger Seat: It'd been a lively evening out at the bar playing pool with Chrissy, Eddie and his bandmates. You were keenly aware of the effect your outfit was having on Eddie as you'd chosen a particularly short skirt that barely covered your lacy black panties if you moved too much. So each time you bent over to take a shot, your underwear was tantalizingly visible. 

As you lined up for another shot, Eddie approached, leaning in close. To any onlookers it would seem like he was giving you a tip to make your shot. 

"You're such a fucking tease," he whispered into the shell of your ear.

You turned your head slightly, catching his eye with a sly grin. "I know, but you love it," you whispered back. 

Eddie's eyes were transfixed on you as he walked back to his spot against the wall. As you knelt over the table to take your shot, a smirk tugged at your lips knowing he was clearly struggling to focus on anything other than the view you were providing. 

If Eddie could have had his way, he would have sunk to his knees right there and ate you out while you were bent over that pool table. But patience is a virtue. 

As you turned to face him after landing your shot, you couldn't help but giggle at the sight of him. A stoic expression was plastered on his face, as if he were maintaining his composure. But then you noticed the vice grip he had on his drink, and you knew you had him right where you wanted him.

When it was time to leave, Eddie offered to take you home.  "Chris, I’ve got her. I pass her apartment on my way home anyway.” 

While that was true, you knew that wasn't his plan.

You made your way to Eddie’s van, his eyes never left you, locked on the way your hips swayed with each step. He opened the passenger door for you, and you slid into the seat. As you settled in, you glanced up at Eddie, still standing beside you. A sly grin tugged at his lips as he stepped in, leaving you confused until he knelt in front of you, shutting the door behind him. His expression was one of eager anticipation.

Eddie’s hands came up to grip your thighs,  pushing your skirt up. ”I've been wanting to taste you all fucking night," he hummed, his voice low and filled with need. 

You looked down at him, a teasing smirk on your lips. "Aw look at you, did I tease you so much that you can't even wait?”

Eddie’s big doe eyes, looked a lot less innocent in this position, darkening at your words. Hunger was written all over his face. 

In an instant he pulled your panties to the side, leaning forward so his head was nestled between your thighs. His tongue making contact with your bare slit, with a tantalizing slow lick. You gasped at the feeling. Eddie moaned against your pussy, "You taste so goddamn good,” his voice vibrating through your core. 

The moment his tongue touched your clit, he was relentless, alternating between licking and sucking. Your eyes rolling in the back of your head as he savored you. 

Within just a few short minutes you were a moaning mess, hands tangled in his hair, breath ragged, eyes screwed tight as you could feel yourself on the brink of your orgasm. Then, suddenly, Eddie pulled away, and your release was ripped from you. His face flushed and glistening with your essence, looked up at you with a smirk. 

“Look at that, I can be just as much of a tease as you," he rasped.

You whined at the loss of contact. "Please, Eddie.” 

“You’ll have to wait, baby.” He said, readjusting your underwear and skirt, wiping his mouth as he dipped out of the van and walked to the drivers side.

Truth be told, this was just as upsetting for him as it was for you. You were intoxicating and if he was being honest he’d love nothing more than to continue to devour your sweet cunt until you came all over his tongue - multiple times. But he thought it only fair that you feel the same strain that he had all night. He’d make it worth the wait when he got you to his trailer. 

You're on your knees, I'm on the case: You had the day off, so what better way to spend it than in Eddie's bed? When you arrived at his trailer, Eddie answered the door shirtless, wearing only boxers with a towel draped over his shoulder. His face lit up with a smile as he greeted you.

"Hey, you," Eddie said, stepping aside to let you in, "I’m about to shower. I’ll be out soon. Feel free to watch TV, the remote’s on the table."

As Eddie went to shower, you settled on his couch, finishing the episode of Seinfeld that was on. After about ten minutes, restlessness began to creep in.

You could hear the shower running, steam leaking into the hall since Eddie hadn’t shut the door completely. You made your way to the bathroom, knocking lightly before walking in to let him know you were there.

"Be out in a second, just gotta rinse my hair.”

"Mind if I join ya instead?" 

There was a brief pause before he responded, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Sure, come on in.”

You quickly undressed and slipped into the shower, the steam enveloping you. You faced Eddie as the water cascaded down his hair, some droplets hitting your body. Eddie glanced over at you with a grin. 

You gave him a playful smirk before dropping to your knees, positioning yourself in front of his hardening cock. Eddie’s jaw fell slack in shock as his eyes locked onto you, filled with anticipation.

Without hesitation, you took him into your mouth. The warmth of the water mingled with the heat of your breath, and Eddie's response was an immediate soft whimper. 

 "Ahhh," he grunted, his voice thick with pleasure as you hollowed your cheeks. 

You began to move, sliding your lips up and down his length with practiced ease. Eddie's fingers laced through your hair as he struggled to maintain his composure.

"Holy shit," he gasped. "You're so... ugh, so good. That feels so fucking good.”

You continued your rhythm, your mouth and tongue working him expertly. Eddie's groans grew louder, the pleasure clearly overwhelming him. 

"Oh fuck, yes," he panted, his hips thrusting gently to match your movements. 

The water continued to fall around you both, merging with the sounds of Eddie's pleasure as you pushed him closer to the edge. 

"Don't stop, baby. Pl-please don't stop," he urged, his voice breaking. "I'm gonna, fuck, I'm-”

With a final, deep stroke, Eddie came hard. You kept your mouth on him, sucking every drop as he moaned and gasped, his hands gripping the shower wall for dear life bracing himself.

His face was flushed, a mix of steam and sweat glistening on his skin. He looked down at you with awe and satisfaction. "You're fucking amazing, you know that?"

You stood up, and Eddie cupped your face, pulling you into a heated kiss. As your mouths moved together, his cock began hardening again, ready for round two in his room.

"I know, "Baby, No Attachment!”

As the months passed the frequency of your encounters with Eddie had evolved beyond merely getting off. At first you considered that it was just your friendship deepening, but as time went on, you couldn't help but feel that these interactions between you were teetering the line of something more.

Eddie's band practices had effortlessly blended into your weekly routine.

“Want to come to practice again?” he’d ask, flashing a grin. 

The first time he invited you, you joked about whether he had a fantasy of hooking up in Gareth’s garage or something. Eddie only laughed and said, “Nah, I just figured you might enjoy hearing us play and I thought it’d be nice to have you there.”

Of course, you went—and enjoyed every second of it, maybe even more than the shows. Seeing Eddie perform offstage, goof around with his bandmates, and brainstorm new arrangements was incredibly fun to witness.

By the third week of attending practice, Eddie extended another invitation.

"Want to come with me to visit Wayne this Sunday?"

You hadn’t seen Wayne since he’d given Eddie the trailer, and although the invite surprised you, you agreed. Wayne’s warm hospitality was a delight, and seeing Eddie with his uncle gave you new insight into his life—it felt special that he shared it with you.

Soon, you began noticing changes in your own habits. Instead of going to social events alone, you often found yourself riding with Eddie. Your weekend hookups had blossomed into near daily occurrences, leading you to spend a lot more time at his trailer which offered far more privacy than your apartment—especially since you and Eddie were rather loud. Eddie's loud anyway, but when he's inside you he doesn't shut up. Always talking you through it, telling you how good you're making him feel and he loves hearing what he does to you, so you never hold back. 

On more than a few occasions you’d accidentally fallen asleep over there, and eventually Eddie just began inviting you to stay the night in the first place. Gradually, your personal items like a toothbrush, a few changes of clothes, and your favorite books made their way over. You were there so often that it was shifting from a convenient arrangement to something that felt more like a shared space.

The boundaries you’d set were being tested, and it was becoming harder to maintain the idea that this was purely physical. The line between attraction and emotional connection was blurring, and although Eddie had always insisted that things should remain casual, his actions often contradicted that.

In those soft moments with him—whether at practice, at Wayne's, or lying in his bed wrapped up in his arms after another incredible fuck—you found yourself dreaming of more. Every time you did, you couldn’t help but think back to Matt's insistence that there had always been something between you and Eddie. At the time, you’d brushed it off as Matt’s jealousy, eventually acknowledging the underlying attraction. But now, with everything that had happened between you two, you couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe something more had always been simmering beneath the surface.

You didn’t dare say it though. You wanted to remain the “chill girl” who didn’t push. But the more time passed, the more you found yourself caught between holding your tongue and addressing the growing complexity of the situation.

"It's fine, it's cool, you can say that we're nothing but you know the truth." 

The summer heat was beginning to wane as you and Eddie arrived at Steve’s Labor Day party. 

You were enjoying yourself, chatting with Nancy when you overheard a conversation nearby. Eddie was talking to Chrissy, who had just referred to you and he as a couple. 

“Oh, no, we’re not together,” Eddie said, a dismissive edge in his voice as he responded. 

The words hit you like a slap. You knew what you had signed up for, but it still stung, especially when the lines had been blurring for months. 

You attempted to shake it off, focusing on the friends around you. However, as the evening wore on, the frustration you felt was hard to ignore. Eddie’s behavior had been increasingly confusing. And this comment felt like the final straw - if your friends could see it, why couldn't he? 

When the party ended, Eddie drove you back to his trailer with Metallica blasting through the speakers. The music doing little to ease the anger you were feeling. 

Once inside Eddie reached for you, his hands gripping your waist, as his lips found yours. The kiss felt good, almost intoxicating, but your anger quickly reclaimed its hold as the words "we're not together" echoed in your mind.

You pulled back, needing a moment to regain your composure. Eddie’s eyes searched yours, confusion on his face.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked softly.

"I'm not really feeling it right now,” you said firmly, pulling away from his touch. "I think I'm going to head home actually." 

Eddie’s face fell for a moment before a small smile curved on his lips. "You don't need to go, stay the night. We can watch a movie.”

A few months ago, this invitation would have felt like a friendly gesture. After all, the beauty of a ‘friends with benefits’ arrangement is that it starts with a foundation of friendship. But tonight it was just a bitter reminder of how these nights have morphed into something much more complex. At the start of your arrangement, movie nights often transitioned from watching the film to fucking until the credits rolled. This felt natural, expected. But now the dynamic of movie nights has grown significantly more intimate; cuddling on the couch, Eddie softly playing with your hair, and gentle kisses between scenes. All gestures that are only typical in, well - relationships. You've had enough. 

"Eddie, are you being avoidant or are you truly oblivious to what's going on?" 

Eddie’s brow furrowed. “Wait, what? What are you talking about?”

"Us. This," you said, gesturing between the two of you. "It feels different, and it has for a while now." You took a deep breath, struggling to steady your voice. "Eddie, even our friends notice it.”

"This is about Chrissy's comment?" he asked, annoyance seeping into his voice.

"You were so quick to dismiss it.”

"We're not a couple, so that probably has something to do with it," he said, with a laugh. "What was I supposed to say?”

You gave him a short nod, as you began to gather your things. "It's not even about what you said, it's about what you're not saying." 

The frustration was evident on Eddie's face. "I thought we were both on the same page about this," he said, following you.

"Dammit, Eddie," you turned towards him, your voice rising. "We were, but it’s hard to feel like we’re still casual when my favorite bra lives in your dresser!”

Eddie’s expression shifted, a flicker of guilt crossing his face, but he still held his ground. "From the start, I told you I don’t do relationships. I never promised you anything more than what we agreed on.”

You scoffed. “I know, and that’s exactly why I’ve kept my mouth shut for so long. But you’ve pulled me into every aspect of your life, and it’s not the same anymore. If you weren’t so hung up on that concept, maybe you’d admit what you’re feeling.”

“Don’t," he said sternly. "Don't try and make me out to be the bad guy because you couldn't keep your own feelings in check.”

His words felt like a punch in your gut. You could feel the lump take perch in your throat, trying to swallow it back but the tears were coming. 

Eddie’s expression softened as he noticed your your eyes glistening. He watched helplessly as you continued to pack, his frustration morphing into anguish as tears streamed down your face. 

"Wait,” he pleaded. "Let's talk, we can take a step back.”

Your hands shook as you stuffed your clothes into your bag, sobs coming in ragged, painful gasps. “A step? We'd have to take twenty," you choked out, your voice breaking. 

Eddie looked away, struggling to reconcile your pain with his own fears. "I just, I'm sorry I confused you. I didn’t mean to give you the wrong idea.”

"Maybe you didn't intend for things to change, but they did. We both let them. I did because I liked it, why did you Eddie?" 

His stomach twisted at that.

 “Every rule we set, you broke," you continued, bitterness lacing your voice. "It was all ‘let’s keep it discreet’ until you kissed me between songs at practice. What the fuck was that?! ‘We need open communication,’ but you never talked about any line we crossed." Your voice rose despite your sobs. "For fucks's sake Eddie, we haven't been exclusive yet for six months, you’ve called after me! Going as far as turning down others because you want me in your bed —whether we fuck or we don’t."

Eddie stood still, motionless, as the weight of your words sunk in. 

"You can try to downplay this all you want, but deep down you know. And it's why your past hookups could never satisfy you the way I do.” Tears streamed down your face as you glared at Eddie.

The silence grew heavy between you as he struggled to find a response.

"I don't know what you want me to say. I can’t just flip a switch and become something I’m not. I made my stance clear from the beginning."

You shook your head in disappointment. "Got it." Your tears fell harder, and Eddie’s own eyes were on the verge of tears as he watched you zip up your bag.

“Baby,” he started, his voice wavering as he reached out a hand towards you. 

“Don’t, Eddie,” you scolded. “You don't wanna admit what this is? Fine. But this, us, it’s done.” 

A look of confusion and frustration flashed on Eddie's face you finished speaking. He seemed to get only a fraction of what you were saying. 

"Okay, okay," he said, his voice cracking with desperation. "We'll just go back to how it was before. I mean, we can just forget about all this..."

"You're not getting it, Eds," you replied, your voice steady despite the tears. "I can't be friends."

Panic was apparent on his face, as his r ears threatened to burst free. "No, don’t say that," he pleaded. "Don't you dare fucking say that. I’m sorry I led you on. But we can go back—just like it was. We can fix this."

"Eddie, it wasn't just that. This whole thing between us has made me realize that maybe… maybe I had feelings for you long before we hooked up.”

Eddie's face pales, his panic escalating as he struggles to process what you've just admitted. "What the fuck is happening right now?" His voice rises in distress. He collapses onto the couch, his body trembling as the gravity of the situation hits him full force. 

”Before we, before this, you said you didn't," he mutters, almost to himself, as he tries to reconcile your words with his memories. 

"I didn’t realize it then," you admit, your voice breaking. 

Eddie’s cheeks were wet with fallen tears, his hands shaking as he held his face, listening to you explain.  

"I never would’ve let anyone else call me a nickname I hated. Anyone else’s persistence would’ve been stopped, but it just sounded so pretty coming from your mouth..." Your voice cracks with emotion. "And I think being honest with myself about that, along with everything we’ve been doing... I've realized that maybe I was being a fool to think it was ever just attraction."

"Goddammit," he chokes out, voice thick with regret. "I can’t—"

You cut him off, knowing exactly what he was about to say. "I know, Eds. You've made it clear," you gasped, sobs breaking through the words. "You were right to worry this would get messy. I'm sorry I told you I could handle it." You take a deep breath and look at him one last time, the ache in your chest almost unbearable. You sling your bag over your shoulder and head for the door. "I'd probably do it again though."

“Baby, please. I don't want to lose you," he says, his voice a harsh whisper as he tries to hold back his emotions.

Your heart breaks at his words, but you know this is the choice you have to make, even if it's not what you want.

"I have to go," you say, turning and walking out of the trailer.

“You just need a better life than this / You need somethin' I can never give”

Eddie’s tears fell uncontrollably as you left.  Watching you walk away was like a rift tearing through time and space, an unbearable ache that pierced his soul. 

His mind spiraled in a loop, like a broken record that kept repeating the same line: It was a mistake. He knew better, he knew better than to get involved with you, but he had, and now you were gone. Eddie had wanted to believe that you could handle something casual, he risked it because he had an insatiable hunger that only you had satiated. His own denial ran so deep he hadn’t even fully accepted the magnitude of what was happening between the two of you until your words hit him like a freight train tonight. But as Eddie sat there, drenched in regret, his mind wandered to all things you. 

Eddie had always been branded the freak for being a little outside the box, and while he stayed true to himself it was always a bit toned down when he met new people. However when he met you, he knew he didn't have to do that.  While you could fit neatly into the box, you didn't care to. Eddie was instantly captivated by you, and it wasn't just because you were stunning - it was your wit, and charm that pulled him in. 

He could never forget the first time he realized he wanted to kiss you. It was one of the early times you hung out, that night you were complaining about "Dirty Dancing." You just kept rambling - so comically irritated, he found it hilarious and he wanted to just shut you up with his lips. He couldn't help himself coining, "Baby" for you. It felt right rolling off his tongue, and even though you shot him an annoyed look, he could’ve sworn he saw a hint of a smile. He then proceeded to try and get you to reenact the lift scene from the movie, but you refused with a firm “Fuck no, Munson.” Robin wouldn't either, but Steve, high as a kite, agreed. Of course it ended with them flat on the floor and the four of you laughing your asses off. 

For whatever reason, that night marked a turning point for your friendship. The two of you began spending time together outside of your shared circle. It was always a little touchy, a little flirty, and Eddie constantly had to push the urge to kiss you out of his mind.

Steve was always trying to persuade Eddie to just go for it, but Eddie wasn’t interested. He typically only hooked up with the same person about three times —if ever more than once. He feared that if he ever got involved with you, he wouldn’t be able to go back, and commitment was something he wasn't into. Fast forward three years and nothing's changed. Still, one night around two years ago he nearly let his guard down. 

A group of you had gathered at a nearby bar before Corroded Coffin’s first paid show at The Hideout.

“Let me buy a round for you guys, a little liquid courage before tonight!" you insisted. Gareth joked that it wasn't necessary when they had Eddie's good luck charm — you. “Is that why you keep me around, Munson?” you teased, planting a playful kiss on his cheek. “For a little extra luck,” you said with a wink before heading to the bar. 

In that moment, Eddie was certain he had no choice but to finally kiss you, like the tension between you both had been building up to this very point.

When you returned with a round of tequila shots, your cheeks flushed and your smile bright, you explained that the handsome guy at the bar —Matt— asked you out and then proceeded to pay for the round of shots when you'd said yes.

As Jeff raised his shot and toasted, "To Matt!" Eddie looked at you, realizing that it was better this way. It would have been foolish to kiss you. You deserved someone who could offer you more. 

Eddie’s mind whirled, jumping from that almost-kiss to the moment everything changed on your couch. He should’ve left that night. He should’ve walked out before anything happened. But he didn’t. Instead he gave in to everything he had always wanted. You were sensational— the way your body responded to him, the way you sounded, the way you made him feel —it was indescribable. He shouldn’t have done it because he was right to know himself. After that one taste, he never wanted to go without. He felt selfish for this. 

The last six months together had shown him things he’d been trying to ignore. He recognized the subtle shifts —the moments when it stopped being solely about the raw thrill of pleasure. Looking back it was probably June when things first moved from casual to a connection that hinted at something more. Your presence had turned his bed into a sacred oasis, where he felt truly seen and understood. The laughter, the warmth, the intimacy — it was different. It was something he came to cherish. Yet, every time it felt like it was too much, he would push it out of his head, trying to drown out the truth that he felt something more. Even if he wanted to risk it all for you, he couldn’t. He wasn’t good enough to make you his.

This painful realization was a truth he had to face. His fear of inadequacy and his belief that he couldn’t sustain a meaningful relationship had driven a wedge between you. And now, with you gone, he was left grappling with the reality that he had pushed away the one person who had made him question his own defenses. Sitting on his couch, a headache pounding from his tears, he tried to sleep, searching for some sort of peace.

In the weeks that followed, Eddie rarely visited his bedroom. It was a space tainted by your absence. His home felt hollow, so he picked up extra shifts at the diner and crashed at Gareth’s when he could. He thought about reaching out to you, admitting that you were right, that he loved you too, but he knew it wouldn’t change a fucking thing. He still couldn’t give you what you wanted. He wasn’t ready for a relationship, not when he didn’t believe he was enough.

Eddie knew that you deserved the best. And he, well he was still a pot dealer, bussing tables to make ends meet and for some free food while dreaming of a future with his band. How could he be the right person for you when he didn’t have much to offer?

Eddie had been so absorbed in his regret that he had drifted from the usual social circle. The only time he’d seen Steve and Robin since your departure was after one of his shows the last weekend in September. They approached him, and Eddie, looking weary and regretful, apologized for not being around much. He wanted desperately to ask about you—God, he did—but he struggled to find the right words.

When Steve and Robin happened to mention they hadn’t heard from you either, Eddie’s heart sank. You were probably avoiding them, likely to keep from running into him. Steve, with a knowing look, asked if the two of you had gotten involved. Eddie gave a brief, vague answer that painted a picture of your arrangement without exposing too much.

“Maybe try reaching out to her though," Eddie suggested. 

Robin nodded solemnly. “Of course,” she replied, understanding the complexity of the situation without needing more.

The weeks blurred as Eddie threw himself into the band, trying to escape the gnawing emptiness. He poured his frustration and guilt into every gig, hoping it would drown out the pain. While it was an escape, it never lasted—the minute he was offstage, it came rushing back. The real struggle was when he had no choice but to go home, to a space haunted by the memory of you, and what he almost could've had.

“Back when we were still changin' for the better / Wanting was enough / For me, it was enough" 

It was the kind of night that makes you want to crawl into bed and pull the covers over your head, except you weren’t in bed. You were behind the wheel of your car, heading home after leaving the man that you loved. 

As the tears flowed freely, your mind drifted to the most serious relationships you’d had: your college boyfriend, or your relationship with Matt - both seemed like mere practice compared to what you shared with Eddie. He wasn’t just the best fuck you’d ever had, he was the best person you’d ever known. The thought of never being around him again was agonizing. 

Returning to your apartment felt like a warm welcome from an old friend. You had spent nearly all of August entwined in Eddie’s bedsheets, living for the hope that maybe, just maybe, you could have a future together. 

You uncorked a fresh bottle of Riesling, not even bothering with a glass as you tried to drown out the fact that Eddie was never truly yours.

Weeks after leaving Eddie, the silence was deafening. The ache of not hearing from him, of not knowing how he was, ate at you incessantly. You knew that this was your choice, but you'd still expected some sign — any sign — that he was still there, still holding onto something, still thinking of you.

You threw yourself into work, hoping that staying busy would numb the pain. But this came at a price —you isolated yourself from your friends, avoided their calls, and shut yourself off from the world that might remind you of Eddie. 

When Robin buzzed your intercom one evening, her arrival was a welcome disruption to your self-imposed exile. She stood at your door, pizza and ice cream in hand, a silent understanding in her eyes.

"Hey," she said softly, a warm smile breaking through her concern. "I thought you could use some company.”

You invited her in, your heart heavy as you tried to muster a smile. You sat together in the living room, and for the first time in weeks, you let your emotions spill out.

Between sobs, you managed to ask, "How is he?"

Robin took a deep breath, clearly choosing her words carefully. "He hasn't been around either. But Steve and I saw him last weekend. He’s been busy with the band. They're doing really well,  working hard to catch the eye of an A&R rep to help develop them. When we told him we hadn’t heard from you, he briefly explained why that might be... and not that I wouldn't have anyway, but he was the one who suggested I come by.”

He had thought of you. That was enough to make you break down again. Robin wrapped her arms around you, offering what comfort she could.  

“It’s okay," she whispered.

She stayed with you for a few hours, reassuring you that in time, things would get better. As she was getting ready to leave, you told her that while you missed everyone, it was still too hard to face them right now. You needed more time

She nodded, understanding. "We’ll be here whenever you’re ready.”

As Robin left, you felt a glimmer of hope amidst the sadness. But even with that hope, moving forward still felt impossible. You almost worked up the courage to attend Jonathan and Nancy’s Halloween party, but after getting dressed, you couldn’t bring yourself to go. A week later, you had plans to meet Steve and Chrissy for lunch, but the thought of confronting your emotions made you sick to your stomach. It was still too soon to be around the people who reminded you of Eddie. So, you stayed away, cocooned in your sorrow, hoping that someday the pain would ease enough for you to rejoin the life you had left behind.

“And from the outside / It looks like you're tryin' lives on / I miss the old ways / You didn't have to change/ But I guess I don't have a say / Now that we don't talk”

It was the third weekend of November, and you’d decided to go out for drinks with some colleagues. You were at a bar you’d never been to before, located on the other side of town — quite far from the usual spots you and your friends frequented. With the slim chance of running into anyone you knew, you let your guard down and enjoyed the evening. 

You were so engrossed in your conversation that you almost missed it. At first, you thought you’d imagined it, but then you heard it again. Your stomach dropped, and a wave of heat washed over you as you recognized Eddie’s unmistakable voice. Looking around, it was Gareth you spotted first, and as you searched for Eddie, your heart sank. He looked drastically different —his once long hair was now a buzz cut, cigarette hanging out of his mouth, while dressed in a blue striped button-down. His signature leather jacket was draped over the back of his chair, the only remnant of the man you remembered. 

Despite your attempts to refocus on your colleagues, your attention kept drifting back to Eddie and the band. They were celebrating with a round of shots, and you wondered if they were marking a milestone. Since the round of drinks you’d suggested for their first paid gig, you knew they had a tradition of celebrating this way. Your chest fluttered as you overheard Eddie’s toast. It seemed the local station had agreed to start playing their music, and they were promised a small tour around neighboring states in the new year.

Watching the band’s journey over the past three years �� early gigs at house shows to paid performances at dive bars — you knew you had to say something. Not just to Eddie but to all of them. You were proud of their progress, and after witnessing their hard work at countless practices this year, it felt right to acknowledge their accomplishments. You couldn't deny that it almost felt kismet, that you were here tonight. 

As your coworkers began wrapping up their night, you excused yourself. You made your way over to the band’s table, your heart racing. As you approached their table, Gareth’s eyes lit up as he saw you.

“Well, look who it is!” Gareth exclaimed. 

Eddie turned, his smile dropping as he took in your presence. 

“Of all the gin joints, you walk into the one I’m in?” you joked, attempting to ease the awkwardness. The band chuckled, and you continued, “I couldn’t help but overhear you guys. Just wanted to come over and say congratulations. I know how hard you’ve all worked.”

The band echoed their gratitude, and Gareth quickly suggested you join them. A sudden, overwhelming discomfort gripped you. This was a mistake. Every lingering feeling you had for Eddie came rushing back, and you struggled to maintain your composure. 

“Oh, thank you, but I really should get going," you said, trying to mask the unease bubbling in your chest. "But I’m really happy for you all!”

As you turned to leave, Eddie stood and called after you. “Baby, wait!"

There it was — the nickname only he ever used, the one you’d been desperate to hear. You stopped and turned slightly, facing him as he reached you.

"I, um, just wanted to say thanks for that. I really appreciated you coming to the table.”

"Of course," you replied softly, your heart hammering in your chest.

His eyes roamed over your figure as he took in the way your dress fit, and a low, almost involuntary groan escaped him. "Wow, that dress, you... you look incredible.”

You gave him a thankful nod. It hurt you to hear him say that, knowing you'd bought this dress months ago solely with the intention of him taking it off.

"Me? Look at you. You look so... I don't know. Refined, maybe?”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. "Is that good or…?"

"Oh, y'know you always look good," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. "But I'd be lying if I said the hair didn't shock me a bit at first," you admitted.

Eddie's eyes softened, and he responded with a chuckle. "It's weird for me, still. I haven't had a buzz cut since middle school. But I just needed... a change." 

His words hit harder than you expected, and you felt the sting of unshed tears prick at your eyes. 

He smiled, weakly, one that looked forced and burdened with sorrow. “I want you to know I thought about reaching out, but I wasn't sure..." he trailed off.

You nodded again, appreciating the sentiment, a small smile on your lips as you tried to swallow the lump forming in your throat. "I really should go, but I am truly so proud of you, Eddie," you said, your voice wavering. “Since the moment I met you, I’ve seen how hard you work for what you want. I'm truly so happy that it's paying off.

The words seemed to break something in him. Instinctively, he reached out, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. "I've missed you," he breathed into your hair.

You hugged him tightly, tears rolling down your cheeks. "I've missed you too," you whispered back, feeling the warmth and comfort of his embrace. For a moment, it felt like time had stopped, and you wished you could stay there forever. But as much as you wanted to linger, you knew you had to go. You slowly pulled away, forcing a smile through the tears. "I'm really glad I got to see you," you said softly.

Eddie looked at you, as if his gaze tore right through you. As if, he were on the verge of saying something more, but he simply nodded. "Me too," he said quietly.

“And I’d give up forever to touch you / ‘cause I know that you feel me somehow / you’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be / and I don’t want to go home right now”

The ride home felt like déjà vu. Another teary-eyed drive to your apartment after walking away from the man you loved.

Once you were home, you sank into the couch. Wrapped in a blanket, tears streamed down your face as The Smiths' The Queen Is Dead album played on the record player. For the 17th of November, the weather was a bit of a mess. It honestly felt poetic, the thunderstorm mirroring the emotions you were feeling. Every crack of thunder echoed your sobs.

About an hour into your pity party, you were starting to regain some composure when the buzz of the intercom startled you. You figured it was your neighbor, who often used the wrong buzzer, so you hit the button to let them in. Just as you were about to lay back in your spot on the couch, you heard a knock at your apartment door. Curious and a bit irritated, you peered through the peephole and froze. It was Eddie, drenched from the rain, with tears streaming down his face. Your heart raced as you swung the door open, and he walked in, shutting the door behind him.

"Eddie, what-" Before you could utter another word, he started rambling.

“What are the fucking odds you’d be at that bar tonight?” he began. “On a night that was supposed to be a highlight in my life, and all I wanted was to share it with you.” His words came out in fractured gasps, his tears mixing with the rain on his face.

“When you said I fought for everything I wanted, it felt like a knife twisting in my chest. Because baby, it’s... it's a fucking lie when I let you leave.”

“I should’ve told you this at the bar,” he choked, his tears falling harder now. “It felt like fucking fate that you were there tonight, and I still let you walk away." A bitter laugh escaped him. "Again, I let you walk away again.... I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the way things turned out. I should've fought for you, for us. I let you go because I couldn’t admit I loved you. Even though you knew —of course fucking you knew —because you see me, all of me. And you’ve loved me through it, even when I didn’t think it was possible.” He buried his face in his hands, wiping his tears and catching his breath.

“I was convinced I wasn’t enough for you,” he continued. “But you wanted me all the same. I’m sorry that I didn't say this weeks ago. I’m sorry for being so scared that I'm not what you deserve, that I let you walk out of my life —because every day without you has been fucking hell.” 

He paused, his breaths coming in jagged, broken waves. Your own breaths were heaving, everything you'd wanted him to say, all the pent up tension, finally pouring out.

“I thought you were better off without me. I thought I could move on, try to forget it... but the goddamn world would have to stop before I could ever stop feeling this for you."

“Eddie,” you gasped.

Eddie stepped forward, his hands cupping your face. “It’s always been you, Baby." He paused for a moment; his big doe eyes swallowing you whole. "I'm not sure if I'm the man you deserve, but I'd like to try if you’ll have me.”

You nodded at his words, your tears streaming down your face.

You leaned in, a mere inch away from his lips, prompting Eddie to close the gap. 

The first kiss in months —soft and tender, only to deepen instinctively as if fueled by the desperate need to reconnect and erase the distance that had come between you. Moaning into each other's mouths as your tongues met, Eddie's hands tangling in your hair. 

When you finally pulled apart, breathless, and trembling you rested your forehead against his. His hands gently cupped your face again. 

"I love you, Eddie Munson," you whispered.

A soft smile tugged at Eddie's lips, his thumbs brushing away the tears that stained your cheeks. "I love you so fucking much, baby," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.