#eddie is possessive but not necessarily jealous

[tommygettingwrittenoff]

obviously, both buck and eddie are possessive but in very different ways. eddie leaves a lot of marks on buck that aren't visible unless he is in a state of undress, because. yeah, i put those there, im the one who gets to touch him when he's like that. and he gets off on calling/introducing buck as "my partner/husband buck." he is mostly okay when people hit on buck (he can't really blame them, have you seen buck??) because he knows they aren't a threat because buck is going home with him at the end of the day. buck, on the other hand, would witness someone hit on eddie and immediately threaten to blow up the building they are in.

[homiesexual-or-homosexual]

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Warnings: smut, fluff, kinda proofread, slight possessive eddie, basketball boy flirts with you, you and eddie aren't necessarily together, tit sucking, fingering and petting (fem receiving), protected p in v sex (stay safe!!), small bit of aftercare

Word Count: 2k

Summary: you’re pretty and a lot of boys in hawkins flirt with you, and your best friend eddie gets jealous

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Eddie pissed. Super pissed. Leg shaking and cuticles shredded as he stares across the school cafeteria. He’s been watching you with narrowed eyes all day, through the morning and every shared class.

You’re pretty, undeniably. Pretty comes with pros, and cons. But what may be pros to others are cons to Eddie. The fact that you’re flirted with on the daily and that the boys of Hawkins High can’t keep their hands to themselves are all cons in Eddie’s eyes. They don’t know you like he does. He knows your favorite color, flower, music, and food. He knows you hate driving at night because you can’t see very well, and that you also hate driving when it’s full sun outside because it’s too harsh on your eyes. And he knows you like sleeping in way too late on the weekends because school just absolutely exhausts you to the point of passing out on Eddie’s bed as soon as you touch it.

Nobody knows you like Eddie does.

The metalhead chews on an apple slice as he watches you mingle at the jocks’ table, smiling at their stupid jokes. Your smile never reaches your eyes, he notes. But Eddie almost jumps from his seat when one of the jocks grabs and squeezes your upper inner thigh. He sees you glance down and squeeze your hands together, taking a step back to maintain space.

The end of lunch bell rung and students scurried from the room, along with yourself. You disappeared from Eddie's eyes as soon as you entered the hallway. Minus your shared 6th period, Eddie didn't see you until that evening. Well, evening for him.

It was already night outside, the sun long set and the full moon sat high up in the clear sky, shining down brightly on the front lawn outside your second-story bedroom window. You were in your pjs and had just gotten settled under your blankets, burying yourself in the comfort of the many layers before you heard the small squeak of your window being opened. You whirled around, seeing a hulking figure closing your window. You hurried and frantically grasped your bedside table lamp cords so you could see the figure.

Turning around, it was Eddie, still in the clothes he wore for school, including his classic leather jacket and denim vest combo. He shook out his hair, fluffing it out.

"Eddie?" You asked, sitting up on your bed. "What are you doing here? It's late."

"Late?" Eddie looked at your digital clock on your bedside table. "It's only 10 o'clock, sweetheart."

"Eddie, you know that's my bedtime," You argued, rubbing your eyes.

"You can stay up past your bedtime just this one time, baby," Eddie pressed, toeing off his shoes and making his way towards you.

"But-"

"It's Friday night sweetheart," Eddie purred, crawling on top of you. "You'll be okay."

"Fine," You shrunk back into your blankets the more Eddie pursued you. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"Just came to see my favorite girl," The metalhead settled on your pelvis, keeping most of his pressure on his knees so to not crush you.

You hummed, laying fully back on your pillows. You watched Eddie peel off his jacket, dropping it on the floor beside your bed. He brought a hand down to cup your cheek and you couldn't help but lean into his large, warm hand, closing your eyes.

Before you could even get your eyes half open, you felt something slam into your face and against your lips, keeping a soft but firm pressure. You made a shocked noise and opened your eyes. Eddie was kissing you, his other hand coming up to grab your face. You relaxed into him, bringing your arms up around his neck to keep the boy close. You feel him pull away, but not very far. Eddie opens his mouth and you follow suit, allowing spit to mix and tongues to dance.

Slowly, you let your hands wander down, dancing over the fabric of Eddie's shirt to smooth the wrinkles. You grab the end of his shirt and begin to pull up and up. Up over his abdomen and up over his chest before Eddie pulls off of you to allow you to pull his t-shirt over his head and to be disposed on the floor.

“Excited, aren’t we?” Eddie leaned down, nudging your face to the side with his to nestle himself into your neck.

“You’re the one on top of me,” You replied, moving to give Eddie more access to your neck.

Eddie pressed messy, opened mouthed kisses along your neck, adding teeth about five kisses in. He kneads at your pillow on either side of your head, moving one hand to hold the backside of your neck. The metalhead pulls away slowly, sitting back on his haunches. His lips are shiny with spit and your neck is growing cold.

“Up,” Eddie orders.

You follow, doing your best to sit up with Eddie still sitting on your pelvis. He pulls your shirt up and off you, adding it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. The boy pauses once he realizes your braless, but not for too long before he’s leaning down to take your right nipple into your mouth, pawing and kneading at the other his his free hand. Eddie licks and bites and pulls at your nipple, whines and gasps leaving your mouth as your grip and pull at Eddie’s curls, his own groans vibrating against your skin.

He switches sides, giving the same treatment to your left nipple. Eddie pops off, both your nipples erect against the cold air, shiny with spit. He sits up, hands grabbing at your sides and yours slide down his side, settling on his upper jean-covered thighs.

“You’re so pretty,” Eddie compliments, eyes half-lidded, still in a tit-sucking haze. “You know that??”

You nod, sheepish.

"Good," He pats your cheek. "Now scoot over."

You scoot inwards, towards your bedroom wall. Eddie pulls back the covers as you do. He undos the button on your little sleep shorts that you wore to bed and shimmies them down your legs, you help him with the process and kick the shorts to the floor once you’re free of them. Your panties follow soon after, landing atop your shorts.

Eddie’s fingers delve between your thighs, spreading your slick and coating his fingers in them. He grazes his fingers over your clit and you can’t help but grab his upper arm.

“Always so nervous, sweet thing,” Eddie whispers, reading your mind. “You gotta let me go so I can make you feel good, ‘kay?”

You nod and let him go, keening once he starts moving his fingers again. You feel tense and relax at the same time, his finger tips pressing expertly against your clit. He switches between swirls and fast side to side motions. Your legs shake and you try your best to keep your hips still, but with every upstroke of his finger tips your hips can’t help but follow.

It isn’t long until your lower stomach begins to tighten and your thighs begin to shake more. Eddie knows, he watches, and keeps the same pace. And he watches as you start to babble. And then tightness reaches its peak in your lower stomach and it lets loose oh so suddenly, your moans growing in pitch and your hips absentmindedly ride Eddie’s hands. You babble out Eddie’s name as your high slowly dies out.

In a moment of weakness, Eddie slips a finger inside of you, feeling your wet walls spasm around the digit. The boy builds a gentle pace as your grip his upper forearm. After a few pumps, he pulls out and adds a second finger, wiggling them in a “come hither” motion as you relax. He gives you a few more pumps before stilling.

“Ready?” Eddie asks.

You nod, “Yeah.”

Eddie stands from your bed. He sheds the rest of his clothes and opens your nightstand drawer, searching for something. He pulls out a familiar, shiny blue square and tears it open, grabbing the condom from inside. You watch as he puts it on his red tinted cock and then he's climbing in between your legs. Before you both can get fully settled, he grabs one of your more fuller pillows and pats the side of your hip. You lift your hips and let Eddie place the pillow under them before you settle back down.

The metalhead moves to hover over you and places both of his hands on either side of your head. You reach between your bodies to help Eddie guide his cock into you. With a couple scooches forward and some readjusting, the head of his cock pops in. Slowly, it sinks in and without realizing it, you're holding your breath. When the head of the cock pushes comfortably against your cervix, you let out that breath with a little whine that grows in volume a bit when Eddie pushes impossibly closer.

You're comfortable after a few seconds Eddie pulls out and comes back in, all slow. He does that maybe two or three times before stilling again. You feel him shift his weight and suddenly, there's a warm palm against your throat, not pushing but just resting.

"You're mine," Eddie says, looking you in the eye. "You know that?"

"Yeah-um uh- yes," You stutter out, his words pulling you from the thoughtless headspace his wonderfully sized cock put you into.

"Good girl," Eddie purrs.

He starts fucking you again, picking up speed rather quick until both of you are breathing labored breaths and all that's coming from your mouth is whines and moans. The boy's hips slap against yours, the sound your background noise as the only thing you can focus on is Eddie's warmth that envelopes your whole body. He moves his hand from your throat and leans down and puts his face in your neck, giving you kisses until you move your head to the side.

When you make that open space for Eddie, he starts attacking. He's biting and licking. He clamps down on a couple spots and sucks, using teeth and tongue to add to the pressure. His mouth hurts wonderfully, making you mewl and claw at his back. The action is sure to leave both of your bodies temporarily marked for the next week.

Eddie voices his pleasure when you bite down on the juncture of his neck where it meets his shoulder, his groan vibrating into your muscle. He changed angles a bit, brushing against a rather sensitive spot inside you, a spot that makes your legs shake and your voice just a tad bit higher.

Soon enough, the metalhead pulls away. His hair is messy and his bangs stick to his forehead. His eyes look foggy from being closed for a prolonged amount of time, and the fact that he's been fucking you for who knows how long now. Eddie sits up, pulling your thighs against him as he keeps fucking into you. He's looking down at you and you almost shy away from his dark eyes.

"I'm gonna-" He pauses, sighs and swallows the spit from his mouth. "I'm gonna cum. Where-"

"Inside," You tell him, already knowing what he was going to ask.

Eddie nods and speeds up, he fingertips digging into your plush thighs. His breathing gets heavier and his thrusts get sloppier the closer he gets. Eddie cums with a open-mouthed groan, skin slapping against skin with how hard he's fucking into you now. You claw at his hands at the stimulation of the growing warmth and his speed. And it's not long before he slows down, stilling inside of you for a few moments before pulling out of you.

You watch as he pulls the condom off and ties the opening closed before he drops it in the trashcan that you keep not too far from your bed. You scoot over when Eddie turns. He all but flops on the bed, letting out a huge sigh. He turns on his side and pulls you close and into his sweaty chest.

"You're sweaty," You murmur, getting comfortable against Eddie's bare body, facing him.

"Yeah, so are you," He grumbles. "Now go to sleep. I'll take you to breakfast tomorrow."

"You gonna get up for that?" You ask, poking his side.

"I'll try," Eddie responds, poking you back.

You shake your head, relaxing against the large, warm body that's practically absorbing you into itself.

[unhingedoveractivemuse]

Title: Partners in Everything

Characters: Evan “Buck” Buckley, Eddie Diaz, Christopher Diaz

Tags: Canon Divergence, Married Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Established Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Possessive Eddie Diaz

Notes: For Flufftober Prompt #6 Mistaken Identity (featuring Prompt #2 “Left. Other left!”)

The thing is, sometimes (most of the time) Buck forgets that ‘partners’ can mean multiple things. Work partners, life partners, bed partners…

Being one type of partner didn't necessarily mean being the other.

But after three years of marriage to his best friend, he means it in an all-encompassing sense, completely forgetting that some people don't realize that that's what he means, especially when they're in uniform and people just figure he means work partners.

So, when they show up at the annual bake sale for Christopher's school, they get bombarded with various amounts of flirting.

Again.

Buck just doesn't get it. Why are people hitting on two very happily married men?

He shakes his head, trying to get Miss-I'm-no-longer-married-so-I'm-a-Miss-now-Breyers off his back as he's setting up their table, thankful that they had to foresight to arrive another fifteen minutes early. Christopher had separated from them the moment they had stepped through into the gym, the fourteen-year-old not wanting to be caught with his dads. And his husband?

Well, they're both terrible at the arts, but Eddie is dismal at bake sale presentations. Dismal.

Besides, Buck much prefers watching his husband munch on a cupcake with so much satisfaction on that beautiful face that it makes Buck's blood run hot.

“Enjoying it?” he teases when he finally finishes setting up and kindly reminds Ms.Breyers that she needs to set up before the sale opens.

Eddie hums, picking out a cookie from the box Buck specifically reserved for him and Christopher knowing this would be the case. His husband's secret sweet tooth is no joke, and, angsty teen or not, Christopher's is just as bad.

Buck loves watching them devour his hard work with gusto though. He could watch them all day and not get tired of it.

“Buck.”

Buck snaps around, spotting Mr.Harrison (“Please call me Ben”) by their table.

Oh, has it started already?

”Ben, want something from the table?”

”Um, maybe later. I just wanted to talk to you about something before you get inundated with pastry requests.”

”Oh, me? I’d have thought you wanted to talk to Eddie.”

Ben had lost his wife a year ago in a car crash, and he had fallen into a sort of camaraderie with Eddie when his husband had offered his condolences. The two had bonded, went out a bit to talk, and anyone could say they were friends.

Buck had been jealous when Eddie had hung out with Ben (he’s been finding that he has a possessive streak fueled by equal parts love and insecurity), but he’s not going to begrudge his love of friends.

He’s the one Eddie chose and chooses, the one Eddie is building a family with.

They’re even working on adopting, and it’s looking like it’ll happen sooner rather than later.

“Yeah, this is definitely a question for you.”

Buck blinks, coming back to the conversation. “Then go for it, man.”

”Do you…do you think Eddie would be open to going on a date with me?”

If Buck had been drinking something, he would have spewed it out. “W-what?”

”I mean, you’re his partner. You even come to these things with him, so you must know him well to know if he’d be interested.”

”Y-you…you wanna d-date Eddie?”

What in the world is going on?! Ben knows Buck and Eddie are together!!!

”What’s going on?”

Buck turns to his husband, brain still not comprehending what Ben just asked when he spots it.

“You went after the cupcakes again,” he accuses, eyeing the smear of frosting on Eddie’s cheek. How his husband had managed to go through one again so quickly, he’d never know.

“They’re good.”

”Save some for Christopher.”

”If he wanted some, he shouldn’t have run off.” Then Eddie frowns. “How’d you know anyway?”

”There’s frosting on your cheeks. Left.”

Eddie reaches up to swipe it away but doesn’t succeed considering Buck’s talking about his left, not Eddie’s left.

“Other left!” Buck laughs, reaching up to wipe it away for his husband. “There we go. All better.”

“How do I look?”

”As handsome as usual, babe,” he says, the endearment falling out unbidden. They’re usually very good at keeping those at home, not wanting to get in trouble at work, but his brain is still rebooting.

Eddie gives him a look, clearly confused as to what has him slipping on the endearment, then looks over at Ben, who’s looking at them with a shocked look, a light blush on his face.

“What’s up, Ben?” Eddie asks.

“Uh…you two are partners?”

Buck sees the confusion on his husband’s face as he frowns. “Yeah.”

”Work partners?”

”Yep.”

”But-“

The man gestures between the two of them, obviously lost for words.

Then, it’s like the lightbulb goes off in Eddie’s head just as Buck’s brain starts functioning again.

Ben doesn’t realize they’re partners. As in raising a son, having sex, married, and in love partners who also happen to be work partners.

Slowly, he raises his hand where their wedding ring sits, cream and all. It is a little generic, but the inner band where they had their promise engraved is what mattered. Besides, they can’t wear them at work, and neither one of them wants to lose them, only wearing them when they’re sure there’s no way they’ll take them off or do something that they would slip off.

Like now.

Now that he thinks about it, his husband wouldn’t wear his going out with Ben either. Maybe not his silicon one either considering how often Eddie has complained about not liking them.

…Okay, he gets why Ben wouldn’t have realized.

But he has to realize now, right?!

Especially because Eddie just licks the cream off of Buck’s finger.

“Eds!” he protests, face heating up. “The children!”

”Are off doing who knows what,” Eddie says, licking his lips. “And the frosting is good.”

It was not because of the frosting, he thinks when he sees Ben turn and hightail it out of there.

“Possessive, aren’t you?” he asks, feeling smug that the usually private, put-together Eddie Diaz would put on such a public display of affection.

Arms wrap around him, another gesture that has Buck preening on the inside and immediately returning. “I think I know why we keep on getting hit on.”

”Yeah. I don’t think we ever said anything when we went from work partners and best friends to life partners and best friends,” Buck recalls. “And we’ve never really clarified when we say partners.”

”That needs to change. No need to have people hitting on us.”

‘On you,’ he hears.

“Well, I don’t want people hitting on you either. Ben can’t be the only one looking at your ass.”

”Huh?”

“Yeah, he was interested in you, not me,” Buck clarifies, pressing a kiss on his husband’s lips. If Eddie was going to be all affectionate, he was going to be too.

Not that he usually isn’t. He just usually keeps it to places not half-filled with children.

The kiss deepens, and Buck can taste the sweetness from however many sweets his husband has eaten. He smiles into it, the back of his mind happy to let everyone know that this man is his.

“Ugh, this is why I don’t go out with you two.”

Buck laughs, separating from his beloved to look at their son who’s giving them a deadpan look.

“You couldn’t have waited until after the sale?” Christopher asks. “How are we going to beat Richard without people flirting with you two?”

He looks at Eddie, who’s looking just as incredulous as he is. Christopher knew this whole time?!

”Well,” he says, putting that aside for later. “We’ll win on flavor then because if we’re doing predictions based on how your dad likes the results, I’d say we’ll run out in five minutes.”

Christopher turns to Eddie, a look of betrayal on his face at Buck’s false implication. “Dad! Did you save me any?”

Eddie catches on quickly, giving a nonchalant shrug. “Maybe some crumbs.”

”DAD!”

Buck laughs, winding an arm around his husband. He knows there was at least one of everything still in the box, but Christopher was definitely worried about it, making his way over behind their table to check on what was left.

“You think that’ll get him to stick around us more?” Eddie asks.

“No. We’re not good enough for him anymore.”

”Well, you’re good enough for me. You’re the best for me. Best partner ever.”

He grins. “Maybe we shouldn’t have clarified our relationship if it gets you all sappy, Eddie Diaz.”

“Only for you, Evan Diaz.”

Buck decides to kiss Eddie later for that one, spotting their first customers.

Throughout the night, they exchange more glances and touches than usual, clueing in many, many of the parents who had their relationship mistaken.

But honestly? Buck wouldn’t even care if the whole world didn’t know besides the two of them and Christopher. As long as he has Eddie, his partner in everything, Buck doesn’t wish for anything else.

[sibylsleaves]

oh! do either of them get jealous? (not bad jealous, but horny/possessive or funny/mark-my-territory vibes)

i do think there is a little part of buck's brain that gets jealous literally anytime eddie's attention is on someone who isn't him. I just think about that post that referred to Buck's behavior in 7x04 as puppy resource-guarding behavior and like. LITERALLY THAT. He wants to pee on Eddie's leg so bad.

I think once they get together that when people hit on Buck Eddie is more amused than anything. like he's WELL AWARE that Buck is hot and he's also well aware that no has ever been as down bad for someone as Buck is down bad for him. So I think Eddie's almost smug about it when he sees people checking Buck out/trying to shoot their shot and just sits back and lets Buck be like "uh actually i have a parter and...he's standing right over there" and eddie will just give them like a little dorky wave. like hi yes. it's me. im the partner. we also have a son together btw.

now, do i think they have some fun with the general concept of possessiveness during sex, ABSOLUTELY. but i don't think it's necessarily connected to like, actual instances of jealousy in real life.

[venusjaynie]

thank you lovely 🧎‍♀️ I rlly like ur idea of billy being so touchy with reader in front of the fruity four. ignore this idea if u don’t like it but.. how abt cockwarming with billy while hanging out w them? U both have a blanket wrapped around u and u are sat on his lap and he slips himself inside of u because he’s so horny for u. U wanna move but he won’t let u because the others will get suspicious. eventually he can’t take it the tension anymore turns you around thrust into you chasing his high at a relentless pace while you suck his neck whilst the others realise what’s happening and are in awe of how good billy as he degrades and praises you?

LMAO I need to touch some grass 😭 ignore this if it’s too long HAHA

oh my god. this is amazing. i changed the ending slightly just because exhibitionism isn't really my thing, but i hope you still enjoy it!

billy hargrove x fem!reader

cw: 18+ MDNI cockwarming, p in v sex, dom!billy, sub!reader, jealous!billy, brat!reader, degrading, edging, (tiny bit of) hair pulling, unprotected sex (wrap it before your tap it!), petnames (sweetheart, dollface etc) fluffy ending because i'm a slut for fluff

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You and the rest of the older kids are in your living room, having a pajama night - not party, which Eddie was adamant about- and the seven of you were spread out across the floor, sofas and armchairs. The movie you had been watching was now long forgotten, and the group of you were idly chatting and laughing.

Billy wasn't wearing a shirt, and his lower half was clad in pajama pants. Only pajama pants. You had asked him to put boxers on, but he was against the prospect of "caging his manhood" as he put it. You decided not to comment on it anymore, but the thought of him being completely naked save for a thin layer of plaid material practically had you dripping.

Billy has been clingy and possessive all night, and it's not that you necessarily mind, but that you'd rather him express his jealousy in the comfort of your bedroom (which, in his defense, is just upstairs) and not in front of Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, Robin and Eddie. He says he thinks Eddie has a crush on you, but you disagree. You've tried, on multiple occasions, to tell him that Eddie's your friend, and the friendly feeling is mutual, but he won't hear any of it. So, he's had you in his lap for the past 25 minutes, and every so often you feel him shift and readjust himself beneath you.

"Billy, how's things at the workshop?" It's Steve who asks Billy about work.

"Not bad, man. Pretty busy at the minute, but nothing I can't handle." He laughs lightly, but it quickly cut off as you subtly grind down against him. The blanket covering you both hides your movement pretty well, and the only one who has a real reaction is Billy. He coughs: a warning. You know you shouldn't push him further, but you can feel him getting hard, and you can't help but encourage him. You roll your hips slightly, and instead of facing the group, you turn to straddle him. He freezes up, and his eyes close for a split second, before he regains his composure and acts as though everything is normal.

Your arms are wrapped around his neck, and you movements are becoming more frequent, more consistent. You do your best to not make it obvious, but it's getting increasingly more difficult as Billy's reactions to your movements become more visible. You think you can see Nancy glancing over at the two of you occasionally but you don't have it in you to care at this moment.

After sometime, you cease your movements, and think that Billy will stop being so jealous.

You're wrong.

As you go to turn back around to face the group, Billy slips his cock into your cunt, and you go stiff.

"Shit, Billy." You half whisper-half moan into his ear, and he smirks. You don't more out of fear that the others will realise what's going on. You just bury your face into Billy's neck, and close your eyes tightly. He doesn't reply, but you can feel him smirking against your shoulder. You decide that if he gets to put his dick in you in front of everyone, you won't make it an easy feat for him.

Your lips attach to his neck, kissing it gently, moving upwards behind his ear, and you feel his sharply exhale against your skin. Your kisses slowly turn into biting and sucking little hickeys here and there, and you know he's becoming more pent up by the minute, but that doesn't deter you any.

Billy's sweating, his forehead is glistening and his palms are becoming clammy. He grabs your hips as a silent warning, attempting to pin you in place and slow your discreet rocking back and forth, but his actions do little to stop you.

He can tell the others are growing suspicious as Nancy's asked him twice if he's alright, and Jonathan has been wearily glancing over every so often.

"Fuck, you gotta stop, darlin'" He whispers to you, his voice quiet but demanding, however you shake your head in response, showing no signs of stopping.

"Isn't this what you wanted?"

"You're a fuckin' brat." His grip on you is probably strong enough to leave bruises, but that only makes you want to tease him further. You grind down some more, and leave some hickeys on his collarbone, right where you know everyone will see when he's on duty tomorrow at the pool. His left hand leaves your hip and reaches up to roughly grab your chin. He brings his mouth close to your ear, and bites your lobe, before dropping his voice and whispering,

"Bedroom. Now." And your heart nearly out of excitement.

You slowly pull off of him, emitting a breathy groan from the back of Billy's throat. Once you're sure he's pulled his pajama pants over his dick, you slide off of his lap, taking the blanket that was previously covering both you and your boyfriend, and excuse yourself, making up some batshit lie about how you need to look for something in your room.

When you leave, Billy waits approximately 17 seconds before Billy announces to the group that he thinks he should help you look. Eddie throws him a suspicious glance but doesn't say anything directly to Billy, instead whispering something to Robin. Billy isn't too sure that the group believe your lies, however he doesn't really care.

He makes his way up the stairs to your shared bedroom to find you lying on the bed, with a look of anticipation spread across your face. He smirks, and slowly stalks over to where you're lying, shorts and panties off and legs spread.

"I'm gonna fuckin' rip you apart, dollface." He takes off his clothing, and puts his big hands on your waist, lining up his rock hard dick with your entrance. Billy wastes no time in thrusting his cock into your pussy, and you could scream at the sensation. He fucks you hard, pushing his dick into you so he's balls deep, and then pulling almost the whole way out so just his tip in still in you.

"Fuck- Billy- Oh God!" You practically wail, your hands in his hair, tugging slightly on his curls.

"Gotta be quiet, sweetheart. We've got company downstairs, remember?" You do your best to nod at his words, even though you're struggling to comprehend what he's saying as he roughly shoves his dick into your weeping cunt. You can feel his balls slapping your skin with every thrust, and it gets you closer to your climax every time.

"Billy, I need to- fuck- need to cum." You're panting below him, so close to reaching your high, but he just laughs.

"You've been a brat tonight, don't you dare cum before I do." His words make you whine, but he doesn't seem to care, thrusting into you harder and wrapping your legs around his waist. "Saw Eddie starin' at you tonight. Bet he'd love to be where I am right now."

He uses his hand to move your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with him, and he almost cums at the mere sight of your watery eyes and pouty bottom lip.

"You rather have him fucking you?" You shake your head, but he tuts at you. "Nope, gotta use words, baby. You want Eddie to fuck you?

"No! Just want you, Billy." He smirks, and leans down to kiss you.

"Why's that, doll?" You try to answer, but the feeling of Billy gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises has you speechless. "You don't think he could make you feel this good, huh? He couldn't make you cum as hard as I do?" You shake your head and tilt it back in please as Billy sucks and bites at your neck. "That's right, sweetheart. He couldn't please you how I do. Could never make you feel this way, ain't that right?"

"Yeah, Billy. He couldn't make me feel this good- fuck!" Billy's movements don't slow, but the slight stuttering of his hips tell you that he's reaching his high, and you arch your back, letting out a guttural moan at the feeling of his hips smacking against your thighs.

"Darlin'- shit- I'm gonna cum." Billy's hips rock against you and he plants his face in your neck, thrusting his dick into you and fucking you through his orgasm. You expect his movements to relent, but he keeps going, and you can't hold on much longer.

"Oh God, Billy- I'm gonna cum- Can I cum? Please?" His thrusts are slower now, less rhythmic, and he nods into your shoulder.

"Yeah, baby, cum for me. Just for me." At his words, you let go, and he kisses your chest, and your shoulder, working his way up to your lips, leaving markings on your neck and collarbone.

"Shit- you did so good for me, dollface." Billy connects his lips with your, kissing you softly - a stark contrast from his movements mere seconds ago.

"C'mon, let's get you cleaned up and then we'll go back to the others."

"Oh my god, I forgot they were here." Your cheeks heat up in a sort of embarrassment, but Billy just smirks at you.

"Hopefully they know what we were doing so Munson doesn't try to make a move on my girl. And if he didn't figure it out, the hickeys on your neck should relay the message."

"Ugh, I hate you." You swat at his shoulder, but he catches your hand before it makes contact with his body.

"No you don't." He lifts your hand to his mouth and kisses all the way up your arm, and you can't help the butterflies in your stomach from fluttering around.

"I know."

[corroded-hellfire]

My wife wanted angst? SHE GETS ANGST.

Sooo reader is still good friends with someone she used to date/hookup with and so they hang out and text a lot and Eddie is jealous/anxious about it because he sees the ex as being better than him but he doesn't wanna upset reader by telling her and they get into a drunken argument about it

Ah, my wifey! Anything for you 😊

Warnings: underage drinking, language, and I made Eddie a bit over possessive, oops

Words: 4.5k

Being Eddie’s neighbor was both a blessing and a curse. You loved living next door to your best friend - and longtime crush - because it meant you got to see him whenever you wanted and could hang out nearly every day. You hated living next door to Eddie because when you’re not home, Eddie thinks he’s entitled to know where you were. He won’t ask if he sees you coming home with shopping bags or if he knows you were going to hang out with Nancy or Robin. But if Eddie didn’t know you were going out and he notices your car isn’t in the driveway, he’s going to wait up to make sure you get home okay. 

Which in one way, yeah, it’s sweet, but it’s mostly annoying. Your own mom doesn’t hound you about where you go half as much as Eddie does. He had toned down a little when you had a boyfriend last year. He wouldn’t necessarily wait up, but he’d make sure the phone was right by his bedside if you called and needed him. He didn’t ask where you had been when you’d come home at night, because you were probably with Alex. But once the two of you had broken up, he was back to full protection mode. Possibly even worse. 

So you’re not surprised when you pull up to your trailer one night and Eddie is outside, leaning on the back bumper of his rusty old van, smoking a cigarette. You’re almost impressed by his timing, but then you wonder how many cigarettes he’s been through while he’s been waiting out here.

“I’m checking back in, Warden,” you say to him as you step out of your car. 

“Am I really that bad?” Eddie asks. 

You hold your fingers about an inch apart.  “Just a smidge.”

“It’s late, you’re a girl out all alone, am I not allowed to worry?” The expression on his face is earnest and open and you just want to take his face in your hands and kiss it all over. 

“Yes, you’re allowed to worry,” you relent as you walk over to him. He tosses his cigarette on the ground and snuffs it out with the toe of his boot. You place your hands on his chest and look up at him through your mascara covered eyelashes. “But I’m a big girl. This is a small town. And I’m smart and I am careful. So, please try to worry about me less. Yeah?” 

Eddie nods and wraps his arms around your middle, tugging your body against his for a hug. 

“I’ll try, I promise,” he mumbles against your hair. 

“Good.” You rest your chin on his chest as you look up at him. “Now, do you have any of that pizza leftover from last night? I’m starving.”

Eddie leads you inside with his arm over your shoulder. The clock reads just past midnight and both his uncle and your mom are on their respective night shifts. 

“Help yourself, darling.” Eddie plops the pizza box on the counter and opens it to reveal two slices left. You take one and Eddie takes the other, then you both crash down on the couch next to each other. 

“Do anything fun tonight?” you ask Eddie with a full mouth.

He shrugs and nods towards his bedroom.

“Got high and played guitar. Was fun to me.”

“You do that every night,” you say with a laugh.

“Yeah, but sometimes you’re here. Sometimes I play guitar before I get high. I switch things up, gotta keep it fresh.”

Taking another bite of your pizza, you give him a playful eye roll.

“What about you?” Eddie asks. It doesn’t sound like one of his usual where were you questions, which is nice. It’s a genuine curiosity from one friend to another, which you appreciate. 

“Buffy and I went bowling, which was fun. Then I grabbed a burger with Chrissy, and I ran into Alex. So, then I went to the record store with Alex, but it was already closed so we just hung out in the park while we listened to his car radio.”

Eddie’s head started buzzing at the first mention of Alex and he’s not entirely sure he heard the rest of the sentence. 

“You were with Alex?” he asks, trying to keep the vitriol out of his voice.

“Yeah,” you say with a shrug, like it’s no big deal. And it isn’t. To you. But for Eddie, his vision keeps flashing from red in anger to green in jealousy. 

“I didn’t know you guys still hung out.” Eddie’s trying to sound casual, but he’s not sure how well he’s pulling it off. By the way you look at him out of the corner of your eye, he’s guessing not well at all. 

“We don’t, really,” you tell him. “Just ran into each other and got to talking.” 

Eddie nods and shoves the rest of his slice of pizza in his mouth. He didn’t know how to answer, so that solved the problem. 

The next week at school, it’s between periods before the last class of the day, and you’re darting through the halls searching for Eddie. He’s slamming his locker shut when you find him, and he grins when he sees you approaching.

“What’s up?” he asks. He notices you're slightly out of breath and your cheeks have gone a little red at the exertion.

“Couldn’t find you,” you say as you take deep breaths. “Needed to tell you before last period.”

“What is it?”

“I didn’t want you to just end up waiting around for me after school. You don’t need to give me a ride today. I’m going with a, uh friend to the store.”

Eddie shrugs and nods his head at you.

“Okay, sounds good. Wait. The record store?”

Damn Eddie and his knowing that you hate shopping for clothes or shoes - or anything really - with a passion. 

“Mhmm,” you hum. You don’t look at Eddie as the two of you walk down the hallway together. 

“So, with Alex.”

The displeasure is clear in his voice, and you don’t get it. Eddie never had a problem with Alex before you’d dated him, nor while you were dating him. But ever since you’d broken up last year, Eddie couldn’t stand the guy. It baffled you because it wasn’t like it was a messy breakup where Alex broke your heart or anything. The relationship had just kind of run its course and neither of you were very happy in it any longer. So why Eddie has such an aversion to Alex now is confusing to you. 

“Yes, with Alex. Why are you being like that?”

“Being like what?” Eddie asks. 

“Like you can’t stand Alex all of a sudden.”

“Whoa, that’s not true. But what, am I supposed to be a fan of your ex-boyfriend?”

“You don’t have to think about him at all,” you say. “He’s my friend and I’m allowed to hang out with him.”

“I never said you couldn’t,” Eddie huffs. 

“Good,” you say, glaring at him from the side of your eye. “I guess I’ll see you later.” 

You branch off from Eddie to head to class, leaving him feeling jealous, confused, and annoyed in the middle of the hallway. 

Eddie isn’t waiting outside when Alex drops you off at home that night. There’s a good chance Eddie’s sitting by an open window, waiting to hear a car pull up, but at least he’s not coming out to confront you. 

“Thanks for the ride,” you say to Alex.

“Yeah, no problem.” Alex smiles at you and it’s a comforting sight. Some people said that exes could never be friends but that was far from the truth when it came to you and Alex. Whenever you talked to him you felt comforted, like coming home after a long day. And you couldn’t deny the fact that you still found him attractive, but there was absolutely no romantic spark between the two of you whatsoever. In fact, most of the time you’d spent with him today had entailed of him asking you for advice on how to ask the girl he has a crush on out. It didn't bother you one bit. You were glad to give him all the help that you could. 

“Remember what I said,” you tell Alex as you unbuckle your seatbelt and reach for the door handle. “Compliment her, but not in a creepy way.”

“Not like the way I told you that I thought your eyes were so pretty that I wished I had them?” Alex asks with a laugh.

“Yeah, definitely not,” you reply, laughing yourself. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bye!”

When you go inside your trailer, the first thing you do is take a shower. Once you’re all cuddled up in your most comfortable pajamas, you climb into your bed. There’s a cool breeze blowing in your empty window, and you can see Eddie’s open window just half a dozen feet away. He must feel the gentle breeze as well. You know he’s there by the shadow man sitting where Eddie’s bed is located. It’s tempting to call out to him. To talk, to soothe the ache from your harsh discussion before. The two of you weren’t fighting; not really. There was just a tense air between the pair of you at the moment and you’re unsure as to why. 

Two days later you’re sitting on the freshly cut grass at the park, leaning back on your elbows, Alex’s flannel underneath them, and legs stretched out in front of you, one ankle crossed over another. Alex is sitting next to you, strumming his guitar. It’s a song you think you’ve heard before on the radio, but you can’t be sure. You close your eyes and enjoy the feeling of the sunshine warming your face as you listen to the music beside you. 

“Well, hey there.”

A shadow falls over your face, blocking out the sunlight. You squint one eye open and Eddie’s standing above you, one hand shoved into the pocket of his black jeans, the other holding his stupid tin lunch box by its handle. 

“Hey,” you say. “What’re you doing here?”

“Business,” he says, balancing the lunchbox on the end of his pointer finger. 

“Want to join?” Alex asks him.

Eddie turns his head to look at Alex, then looks back to you. 

“Sure.”

He gets down on the grass next to you and lays his head in your lap. It’s something he’s done dozens of times before, but this feels possessive. The lunchbox gets tucked next to his head and your thigh, and Eddie closes his eyes, resting his hands on his stomach. Alex continues to strum a song and Eddie begins to hum along.

“How do I know this song?” you ask.

“We covered it at The Hideout last week,” Eddie says.

“That’s it!” 

“Sounds better in electric guitar, though,” Eddie mumbles, peaking an eye open to look at the acoustic in Alex’s lap.

“Rude,” you say, reaching down to flick his forehead. 

“No, he’s right,” Alex says, and Eddie gives you a self-satisfied smirk. “Song isn’t meant to be acoustic. Didn’t feel like dragging an amp out to the park though.”

“You probably could have,” you say with a chuckle. “With all the movers going in and out no one would’ve batted an eye at you putting the amp in the back of your car.”

“Movers?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah, my parents bought a new house over on Smythe Boulevard,” Alex says.

“Why’s that name sound familiar?” Eddie asks, looking up at you.

“That’s the road you always gawk at houses on when we’re headed to Steve’s.”

“Oh. Shit, you’re moving there?” Eddie sits up from your lap to turn and face Alex. 

Alex nods and goes back to strumming his guitar. 

Eddie’s shoulders deflate. Alex was moving into a huge new house while he lives in a crappy one-bedroom trailer. No wonder you’d rather spend your time with Alex, he thinks. Eddie knew Alex’s family was better off than his, but he didn’t know they were practically Harrington-level well off. 

“You coming to the party tomorrow, Ed?” Alex asks. Eddie hated it when he called him that. He hated it when anyone called him that, but this felt more irritating because it’s your ex. 

“Harrington’s? Probably. Good place for business,” Eddie answers.

“Because God forbid you ever dance or have fun at a party,” you say. You lean over and poke his back with the toe of your shoe. 

“Shitty alcohol, shitty music, shitty experience,” Eddie says. 

“Harrington’s probably getting some pretty good liquor. Who threw that party with the awful whiskey?” Alex asks.

“Oh, Tammy Thompson last year! Ugh, the vodka tasted like nail polish remover,” you say, a shiver running down your spine just at the memory of it. 

“Is that the one where we made out under the kitchen table, and no one even noticed because they were so wasted?” Alex asks you.

“Oh my God,” you say with a laugh. “I forgot about that! Holy shit, we were wasted too. Well, you more than me. I remember you trying to get your hands under my clothes right there in the kitchen.”

“No one was paying attention!” Alex tries to defend with a sheepish smile. 

Eddie’s sitting silently, watching the two of you go back and forth. His hands are curled into fists so tightly that he’ll be surprised if his nails don’t cut his palms. 

“What time is the party?” Eddie asks.

“Uh, I’m not sure,” you say. “I figured I’d get there sometime between ten and eleven.”

“Do you want to grab some food beforehand?” Eddie asks, looking only at you.

“Yeah, I guess. That sounds good.”

Eddie stands up before you have the time to invite Alex or for Alex to ask to tag along.

“Well, I gotta head out. Alex, I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess. And you.” Eddie taps the top of your head with his index finger. “I’ll see you at home.”

Eddie smirks to himself as he walks back to the van. He didn’t stick around to see the reaction to his last words, but he was sure enjoying the reactions he was imagining in his mind.

Everyone who worked at Benny’s knew you and Eddie by name. They knew what table you preferred to sit at, what you were going to order, and they could tell how obviously in love you were with one another. One of the waitresses had a bet a fry cook on how long it would take you two to get together.

“How will we be able to tell?” A third waitress had asked. “They’re already basically the same person.”

So, when you came into Benny’s together before Steve’s party, no one was surprised to see you. You were seated at your usual table and the waitress had already put your orders in before you gave them to her. Every meal you had with Eddie somehow became an adventure, with the way he talked about anything that popped into his mind, or how he gesticulated so grandly that pieces of food would start flying around your table. You wanted to have every meal with Eddie.

“So, you sure you and Alex aren’t getting back together?”

Well, maybe not every meal with him. This one you were now ready for the end of.

“Eddie,” your voice sounds exasperated as you feel. “We’ve been through this.” 

“Yeah, but yesterday-.”

“What, we talked about something we did when we were together? Is that wrong? Are he and I supposed to have our memories wiped of one another?” You run your fingers through your hair, fighting the urge Eddie is giving you to rip it out. 

“I just mean that he and you seem like you’re getting closer again,” Eddie says with a shrug.

“Eddie! How many times do I have to go through this with you?”

Eddie slaps enough cash to cover the bill and tip on the table and pushes out of his seat, the chair legs scraping against the floor. You follow him out and both of you silently climb in the van. 

“Seems like he’s getting a nice new house,” Eddie mumbles as he pulls out of the parking lot.

“And what the fuck does that have to do with anything? It’s not like - oh, wait. You’re not actually suggesting that I’m going to get back together with someone because they’re moving into a nice house?” 

“Well, when you live in shit homes like we do,” Eddie offers with a shrug. 

“You are unbelievable. You think so little of me?”

“No,” Eddie says with a groan. “I just don’t get why you’re suddenly all friendly with him.”

“Jesus Christ, Eddie! Just because you’ve never had an ex doesn’t mean-.” You stop yourself because you know you’ve gone too far. Why Eddie has never been in a relationship has always been a mystery to you. He never complained or moped about it, but you could tell it hurt his confidence a little bit. The way he sinks in the driver’s seat at your words only further proves that. “I didn’t mean…”

“Whatever,” Eddie mumbles. He puts the van into park down the street from Steve’s house, since any closer parking has already been taken. He grabs his supply-filled lunchbox and hops out of the van. By the time you get out and around the other side, Eddie is already halfway to the front door of the house, almost completely hidden by the mass of people on the front lawn.

“Shit,” you huff under your breath. In the house, the music is blaring, the scent of weed is already making the air sweetly sickening, and almost everyone has a drink in their hand. 

Heading to the kitchen first would go one of two ways. If Eddie was in there, great. If he wasn’t, then you get to drink. His mess of curls aren’t visible among the gathered crowd, so you pour yourself a generous amount of vodka and choose apple juice as your mixture of choice, forgoing the usual cranberry juice. Not sure if it was a smart decision, you knock back a mouthful of it and find it’s not bad. 

Solo cup in hand, you head towards the living room where teen bodies are writhing and bumping up against one another. You recognize most of the faces, but no Eddie. Not that you thought he’d be caught dead dancing at a party anyway. 

A hand comes up to touch your elbow, gently, but it startles you nonetheless. You breathe a sigh of relief, thinking it’s Eddie, but turn to see Alex grinning at you.

“What’s got you so happy?” you ask with a laugh. 

“Olivia is here,” he says, practically bouncing up and down.

“Where?” you ask, craning your neck to look around the room. 

“Don’t be so obvious! She just went into the kitchen to get a drink.”

You snort a laugh and take a sip of your drink.

“And you didn’t follow to get one for yourself?”

Alex sighs and shakes his head. “Don’t wanna be drunk around her.”

“Smart,” you say, patting him on the shoulder. “I, however, do want to get drunk.” You take back another shot from your cup and Alex wrinkles his brow at you.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Yep, just a little irritated with Eddie.”

“Do you want to dance?” Alex asks.

“Don’t take this the wrong way. But why?”

“Two birds with one stone. I make Olivia jealous, you make Eddie jealous.”

“Make Eddie what?” You scrunch up your nose and shake your head. “Why would he be jealous?”

Alex chuckles, but when you don’t join in, he realizes you’re serious.

“Wait, for real? You don’t see it?”

“See what?” The alcohol is already making your brain feel a little fuzzy, but you’re pretty sure he wouldn’t be making sense even if you were sober. 

“Oh boy. Just…just come dance.”

You follow Alex out into the throng of people, and you swing your hips along to the music, one wrist resting on Alex’s shoulder as your other hand holds your cup. 

The more you drink, the faster the songs seem to go by. Eventually, Alex is looking at you in concern and steps forward to whisper in your ear.

“Are you okay?”

“M’fine,” you slur back. 

“You look plastered.”

You can’t help but giggle and pull away from Alex’s face, his breath tickling your face only adding to your giggles. The feeling of being watched comes over you, so you look to your right where Eddie is standing, glaring at you and Alex. Your brow furrows as you wonder what his issue is, then you realize that Eddie probably only saw Alex move in close to you and you pull away giggling. 

“M’gonna go talk-.”

“Go,” Alex says, having seen the look on Eddie’s face. 

You only stumble a little as you make your way over to Eddie. When you reach him, he smells like alcohol, and you’re surprised he had any at all.

“You drunk?” you ask.

He huffs a humorless laugh and shakes his head.

“That’s rich, coming from you, sweetheart.”

“Where ya been?” You’re starting to sway on your feet so Eddie pulls you closer so he can put his hands on your shoulders to steady you.

“Told you this was a good place for business,” Eddie says. “And I may have had a few drinks. Having fun over there with your boyfriend?”

You pout, eyebrows coming together, and actually stomping a foot on the ground like a child. 

“He’s not my boyfriend!”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” He won’t look at you, though. It’s like his eyes are scanning every square inch of the house except for where you’re standing. 

Letting out a loud, frustrated groan, you drag your hands down your face.

“Edward Richard Munson!”

He rolls his eyes at your outburst. He grabs your hand with his and leads you out the sliding glass doors and onto the pool deck.

“Think I’ve had too much to drink to be standing so close to a pool,” you muse. 

“I’m not going to let you fall,” Eddie says, sounding annoyed in every syllable. 

You spin around to face him, too quickly though, because it makes you a little dizzy.

“He is not my boyfriend! Why do you keep calling him that?”

“Because you keep acting like it,” Eddie says. 

“No!” It comes out whiney and petulant. “Alex is my friend. He likes…someone. Can't tell you who, s’not my secret.” 

“Oh, and what, he said you guys should dance together to make this girl jealous?”

“Yes!”

Eddie rolls his eyes at you, and you feel like you’re going to explode.

“What is the big deal? Why do you care so much if he is my boyfriend, anyway?” 

The drinks have made Eddie looser, more likely to talk, and you can practically see the words he wants to say crawling up his throat. 

“I don’t,” Eddie lies.

“That’s such bullshit,” you say. “Don’t lie to me.”

“What do you want me to say, huh?” The volume and intensity of his voice has you widening your eyes. “You want me to tell you that I’m jealous? Is that what you want? That I’m jealous of that asshole and what makes it worse is that he isn’t an asshole! He’s a great guy and I fucking hate it.” Eddie shoves his hands in his pockets and starts to pace in front of you.

“You’re…jealous? Of my ex? I’m confused.”

“Not that he’s your ex,” Eddie says with a sigh. “That you’re still so close with him. That he knows what it’s like to kiss you and hold you and do all the shit that I want to do with you.” 

“That…you want to do?” You know the alcohol is making your brain work slower, but you’re trying to give all your focus to this conversation. 

“Damn it, yes!” Eddie stops his pacing and comes to stand right in front of you, taking your face in his hands. “You’re the girl of my dreams and I feel like I’m losing you to the same guy for a second time.”

“You’re not losing me ever,” you say.

“I didn’t mean it like-.”

But you don’t let him finish.

“Have you ever really looked at Alex?”

Eddie raises an eyebrow questioningly at you, but you just smirk in response. 

“I’ve seen him quite a few times, yeah,” Eddie says.

“No. Really looked.”

“What the hell are you trying to say? Is this alcohol talking?” Eddie runs a hand over his face and shakes his head.

“No! Oh Jesus, Eddie.” You step forward and grip the collar of his leather jacket. “Look at me.” He meets your eyes, and you continue. “Alex has brown hair, brown eyes, is pasty pale, wears flannel, plays guitar, is a total sweetheart, and is ridiculously funny.”

“Yeah, thanks for the update,” Eddie says with a sneer.

“No-o-o!” You drag out the word and hold on tighter to his jacket. “Who do all of those things also sound like?”

“I don’t want to play a guessing game right now.”

You yank on his collar to bring his lips down to yours. His cold nose bumps against yours in the night air, but neither of you pull away. Eddie wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer against him as he sinks into the kiss.

“You,” you say when you inevitably have to break away for air. “Those are things about you, Eddie. I only agreed to date Alex in the first place because he reminded me of you.”

“What?” Eddie asks.

You shrug, color coming to your cheeks.

“It wasn’t nice of me to go out with him because he reminded me of the guy I have a crush on. But then I did really like him for him. Then I didn’t again, and we broke up.”

“You had a crush on me?” Eddie’s eyebrows go up so high they get lost in his hair.

“Yes,” you say with a breathy chuckle. “Still do, as a matter of fact.”

“And you’ll still say this when you’re sober?” Eddie asks.

“I will,” you promise him. “Plus, you can ask Nancy. Or Robin. Or Max. Or Steve.”

“So, everyone knows but me, huh?” he asks with a smirk.

“Pretty much.” You shrug and he rolls his eyes at you, but fondly this time.

“So, you want me to ask you on a date or something?” He suddenly looks shy, hand coming up to pick at the skin of his lip.

“I would.”

He pretends to think it over, then nods his head.

“Okay.” He drapes his arm over your shoulder and starts to walk around to the front of the house with you. He stays silent the whole time and you look up at him with a pout.

“You gonna ask or what?”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he says with a smile. “You’re going to have to wait until at least tomorrow. Gotta make sure that hangover’s gone before I ask you out.”

Eddie’s arm drops down to his side as you step out from under it and march up to the house.

“Where are you going?” he asks, confusion pinching his features.

“To find water,” you say, fumbling with the doorknob to get inside. “I refuse to wake up with a hangover now.”

[sad-goth-dark-writer]

Yandere Eddie Munson Alphabet

Abduction, would they abduct their love interest if so when, why, and how? I can’t really see Eddie fully kidnapping his love interest, however he would isolate them and try to keep them inside all day if they lived together.

Birth, when did their obsession start? I think the yandere behaviors would kind of just come along with the romantic feeling which would likely occur after friendship. Eddie has been attracted to people he doesn’t know well but never having a full blown crush.

Crush, what would they do/feel if their love interest had a crush on someone else? He would be angry, not necessarily at you but at life and the circumstances that would lead to you being interested in someone else. He would also blame the other person.

Definitely, what is something they almost certainly would do? When your still friends but he has feelings for you he would definitely be clingy. Constantly following you, trying to get you to not spend time with other people stuff like that.

Envy, do they get envious of relationships their love interests have with others? Definitely, he’s very jealous because he wants to have you for himself. He’s scared that you’ll lose interest in him if you spend more time with other people because people tend to think he’s weird and avoid him.

Force, would they force their love interest to do anything if so what? Once in a relationship he would often force you to kiss/make out with him and be constantly touching you. I can’t see him doing anything explicitly sexual without consent though.

Guilt, do they regret any of their actions? If so, what actions? Many of his actions are from this kind of desperation to make sure you don’t leave/break up with him. He knows that a lot of his actions are unhealthy and bad but he tries to justify if in his mind with ideas that other people don’t care about you as much as he does or that he’s just looking out for you.

Hidden, do they hide their feelings if so from who? He is very open with his clingyness though most people just think he’s some weird asshole boyfriend and don’t think much about it. When alone with you he’s more honest with the “intense” level of love he feels.

Isolate, do they manipulate their love interest? Definitely, he doesn’t use more physical forces and is left with just convincing you with manipulative words.

Justice, how would they react if their love interest was being bullied and/or abused? Oh he would fucking lose it. He’s near definitely dealt with with bullying himself and would go bat shit if he found out you were dealing with it. He wouldn’t do anything drastic in front of you but if he knew who your bully was he would find them. He would likely threaten them and maybe assault them in an attempt to try to get them to leave you alone. He would do the same if you were struggling with abuse from a family member.

Kill, would they ever kill someone if so who and why? No. I don’t think he could ever get himself to do such a thing.

Lucidity, do they know their feelings/behaviors are unhealthy if so does that stop them? As stated earlier in the Guilt section, he knows threatening people and manipulating you into avoiding others to spend time with him alone is bad; but he thinks that his reasoning is justified.

Motivation, what is their motivation for their actions? He’s scared of you losing interest or leaving him for someone “normal” and wants to to just have someone to rely on.

Never, what is a hard core limit? As stated earlier he would never kill someone or harm you.

Often, what are some things they often do with/to their love interest? He honestly just likes talking to you/being around you. He tries to spend as much time with you as possible which leads to you guys doing a lot of stuff together. Stuff like sitting in his bedroom while he talks about D&D or trying (and failing) to help him with his homework.

Proprietorial, do they get proprietorial/possessive of their love interest often? Its not that he thinks he “owns” you its that he hates almost everyone and thinks most people have bad intentions with you.

Qualm, how would they feel if their love interest was scared of them?  When he threaten and or assaults other people he tries to make sure you don’t find out. If you somehow do and start being scared of him he (tries) to reassure you that he wouldn’t hurt you or people you care about.

Reason, what are the reasons behind their obsessive behavior/feelings?

For years he’s had people think he’s weird and avoid him or outright hate him. A lot of his more unhealthy behaviors are based in trying to make sure you don’t break up with him.

Share, this is for various x reader fan fiction but would they “share” their love interest? No.

Trust, do they build a relationship with their love interest? He would first befriend you, develop romantic feelings for you and you would eventually start dating. Most of his obsessive behaviors don’t show until your already in a relationship.

Unmistakable do others take notice of their obsessive behavior? I think some of his friends would take notice of how clingy and partially paranoid he is but they wouldn’t think much of it. They would just think it’s Eddie being weird.

Violence, do they act violently towards their love interest? No.

Waspish, do they often show hostility towards their love interest and/or others? To you? No. To others? Yes. I already listed some of his actions towards others so I won’t specify here.

X, What is a random headcanon you have for this character as a yandere that wouldn’t be on this list? Whether their good people or not he would probably hate your parents. If their more protective they likely wouldn't like you dating a twenty year old drug dealer who has been in high school for six years and would try to either make you break up with him or minamize your time with him. If they are neglectful emotionally and/or physically their would be a lot of trauma their and he wold resent them for it. If their straight up abusive he and would likely threaten and/or assault them.

Also he’s likely taken picture of you and masturbated to it at least once.

You, what does this character go after in a S/O? He would want someone who genuinely liked him and enjoyed spending time with him so he wouldn’t go yandere over someone he doesn’t have a relationship with prior.

Zealous, how passionate are their feelings compared to other yandere's? In comparison to Billy (who imma do an alphabet of next) he’s pretty tame but is more intense than Steve, Jonathan, and Robin

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Buddie Fanfic Rec Part 2

Sharing more amazing fics from some amazing writers. if you see someone that you know, please, tag them so they know they are loved too

A Calendar, $100 and a Bad Idea by @evandiaz-buckley

“Let me get this straight,” Eddie said slowly, “you bet Hen $100 you’d make this year’s fire fighter calendar but you failed to read the entry form which states the theme is fire fighter couples?”

or

Eddie agrees to be Buck's fake boyfriend despite knowing he is hopelessly in love with his best friend and it's a terrible idea.

a touch too close by @theleftboobgrabber

Eddie was always in his space, and Buck was always in his. Piled up on couches; pressed close at the diner table, forearms touching, glued from thigh to ankle; hugging hello and goodbyes; shoving at each other after a shower; always a hand on each other back, shoulder, waist; always touching.

And it had been fine. Great. Until it turned too much.

A Truth About Eddie by @tabbytabbytabby

After two and a half years of being friends with Eddie, Buck discovers a startling truth about him.  

Blush by @halloucinogens1 @infinityonmilehigh

Evan Buckley, though? He was Eddie’s kryptonite. His weakness. One look at that innocent face and those puppy eyes and the words would just tumble out of Eddie’s mouth like he had no control of it, like he’d been temporarily possessed by a very flirty demon who liked tall, blonde, pretty guys named Evan.

Lately, Eddie can't seem to get his mouth to stop betraying him.

Closer than I've ever been by suyari

“I love you, Buck.”

Buck smiles softly. “I love you too, Eddie.”

Frustration rallies and Eddie shifts, pushing himself up until they’re level with one another again. “No,” he says firmly. “You don’t understand. I said I love you, Buck.”

Buck’s smile widens, his eyes going soft and fond. “Eddie…” he says, warmth filling his voice. “I know.”

devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes by buddiebuddie (positivelystisaac)

"This candidate. Evan Buckley. He, uh, needs someone to reign him in.” “What do you mean?” Eddie asked. “Oh, you’ll see.” And see, Eddie did.

Nearly two years before Buck is elected to the presidency, Eddie is assigned to lead his Secret Service detail. Like, love, hate, and mutual annoyance ensue, though not necessarily in that order.

Fineline by @buttercupstrand

Eddie knows he has feelings for Buck, and he'd be crazy to miss the signs that Buck felt that way about him too. He doesn't miss the flirting, the quick glances. He knows they always make bullshit excuses to be together. always standing a little too close for just friends, always holding on to each other longer than just friends should.

But he knows there's a fine line between feeling something and then acting on it and that's a line Eddie thinks he'd never be able to cross.

I might have to tell you by @ingu

“Maddie, I made Chris a promise and I can’t finish this list. There’s no way I’m going to get away with all of this.”

“Really though?” Maddie said, and Buck could almost see her playfully doubtful expression. “You don’t think you might be over-exaggerating just a little?”

“Maddie, the list says to kiss Eddie.”

(the one where Christopher gives Buck a list of how to cheer Eddie up while he's gone, and Buck accepts without reading the terms and conditions first)

It Will Last Longer by @matan4il

Eddie wasn’t supposed to see those pictures, he’s completely aware of that. He’s suitably embarrassed of having stumbled across them, but look, it’s not his fault. Lockdown does weird things, accidents happen and, by chance, he came across his best friend’s thirst trap pictures.

Or

Shameless porn that I just had to write the other day when Oliver posted those life ruining pictures on Twitter.

Liminal places by @theleftboobgrabber

After the train and Abby, Eddie cannot let Buck go.

“You’re impossible,” Eddie growls. He is. “And we’re not done talking about that stun you pulled on the train. What am I supposed to do if you freaking die on me?”

This is the heart of the problem. Eddie… Eddie would be heartbroken if Buck was to date someone, but he could take it. But losing Buck completely? No. just… no.

Buck swallows around the bit of omelet he was chewing on without enthusiasm. Again, he throws Eddie completely off. “The English teacher, obviously.” He says it like it’s a done thing really, already pissed off by it.

And that- that enrages Eddie to no end. “Fuck you.”

Pulse Points and Imperfect Words @mansikkaomenabanaani

Eddie decides to do something about his feelings for Buck.      

say the word and i'm yours by quietuniverse

Buck falls victim to Eddie and Chimney's latest prank, which for whatever reason happens to be swapping out his phone background for a photo of Eddie that makes his mouth go dry.

And it's fine, really. Not weird to take a second to appreciate a nice photo of your handsome best friend. Nothing to see here, carry on.

It's fine until everyone starts noticing Buck's reluctance to change the photo.

take a breath, hold it in by @ta1k-less

 “Are you an idiot?” 

That’s the first thing Buck hears as he’s hauled back over the side of the pier, soaking wet and shivering so hard he might bite his tongue off. Eddie is glaring daggers at him, hissing curses in Spanish so quick that Buck, who’s currently trying to suppress the sound of a tsunami siren going off in his head, has no hope of translating. 

“Y-yes?”

Talk About It by @lardominyardo

You want to send me your dickpic?

Just to see if it looks okay.

Buck starts sending Eddie his dick pics before he sends them to other people.

Eddie doesn't know why he decided this was a good idea.

The Jealous Kind by @buttercupstrand

“Alright, it your turn” Buck smiles at TK before sparing a glance at Eddie and Carlos “Okay, they’re looking should I come over there and put my hands around your waist or something, lean in really close and stuff”

“yeah, pretty much”

aka the one where TK and Buck fake flirt to see if Eddie does anything.

the weekly bet (but the forever kind) by @theleftboobgrabber

 When the squad bets on how long it will take for Buck and Abby to get back together when she comes back to LA, Eddie is forced to reconsider keeping his feelings for Buck a secret.

“Thanks,” Eddie mumbles, hiding his face deep in his pillow, even if Buck can’t see him in the dark.

“What for?”

Leave it to Buck to be confused about something so obvious.

“Being you, idiot.”

“And again with the name calling,” he answers, content and sleepy.

Nights like this, Eddie feels like asking for a miracle.

But to the team, it wasn’t a matter of 

if 

Abby would take him back, but 

when. A matter of days.

Time Makes You Bolder (Children Get Older) by SevenSoulmates

There’s a new resident moving into the suite across from Buck’s.

“What’s his name?” Buck asks.

“Eddie Diaz,” Nurse Corra tells him. “Hey, you know Eddie is also a retired firefighter."

Eddie Diaz, new recruit, a voice echoes in his mind.

“Huh.” Buck says. "Never heard of him."

We Fell In Love Dancing Kizomba by @imyourbuddie

After tragedy strikes close to home, firefighter Eddie Diaz moves him and his son, Christopher, to LA where they can start fresh. Single fatherhood, new job, and a new town stretch Eddie thin, and his biological Dominant needs are barely met. But the fear of repeating the same mistakes keeps him strung tight and unable to let loose.

Evan "Buck" Buckley loves cooking and teaching children in his cooking class. He's a Submissive, this is what he's supposed to do, what his biology is made to do, and he's good at it. But Buck's always had a dream that's so farfetched for a sub that he never dares to even voice it.

When Christopher asks to take a cooking class for children, the two men's worlds collide. Eddie needs to learn to let go, and Buck needs to learn that there's more to life than just tradition and expectations. And maybe, just maybe, they can find happiness along the way.

weak in the knees @realchemistry

Buck simply asked the happy couple a question.

He really should've kept his mouth shut.      

When it comes to an end (I will want you to plea) @winters-blue-children

 After the lawsuit, Buck and Eddie are casually sleeping together. Eddie tells himself it doesn't mean anything more than that. An unexpected incident at work brings up something Buck thought he'd long buried behind him and makes Eddie re-evaluate his feelings for his best friend.    

When morning breaks by adamngoodbatch (sibbed)

Because, for all the love that Buck has for his job, 24-hour shifts still suck. And a sandwich of four 24-hours shifts on a row sucks even more.

It just sucks.

Buck thinks they suck even if they get a whole week free afterward. Even if he gets to go home and rest right after it. It just sucks. He knows how he gets after a 24-hour shift.

Buddie Fanfic Rec Part 1

And I believe in putting yourself out there, so these are mine 

[thefutureduchessmarie]

Deledier please 😇

who hogs the duvet Eric. He's a big cuddly bear who loves to be cozy

who texts/rings to check how their day is going Dele. Eric tends to be the biggest caretaker, but Dele is always attached to his phone and I'm sure he drops little texts to his boy all day

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts Eric. He's really thoughtful and organized, I'm sure he plans then ahead and makes sure they're meaningful

who gets up first in the morning Dele. That boy has a lot of energy and Eric is too grumpy to be a morning person

who suggests new things in bed Eric? He's quiet, but I'm sure he's got a few tricks up his sleeve (and Dele is ok with being paid lots of attention)

who cries at movies Eric. Big boy is emotional and it takes lots of head scratches to make him feel better

who gives unprompted massages Eric. He likes taking care of his loved ones; Dele loves affection and attention; it works out perfectly

who fusses over the other when they’re sick Both, and unfortunately they've had lots of practice lately

who gets jealous easiest Dele. He's possessive and bratty and doesn't like sharing his man, thank you very much 😤

who has the most embarrassing taste in music Eric? Dele likes to make fun of him for it, that's for sure

who collects something unusual Eric. He's artistic and creative and I can see him building some sort of collection

who takes the longest to get ready Dele, without a doubt

who is the most tidy and organised Eric, for sure

who gets most excited about the holidays Both, in different ways. I can see Eric being excited about including Dele in all the traditions he grew up with, and Dele being excited about them creating their own

who is the big spoon/little spoon Eric is de big spoon. Dele is the little spoon. I won't take criticism over this!

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports have you seen them? Both, all day, everyday

who starts the most arguments Dele, the little shit

who suggests that they buy a pet Eric. He'd gladly have 100 dogs if he could

what couple traditions they have not necessarily a tradition, but they try to honor and incorporate the 20 & 15 in the most meaningful moments of their lives

what tv shows they watch together it's canon that they watch the Peaky Blinders together, so I'm gonna go with that

what other couple they hang out with their siblings and their SO (especially Harry and Eddie, if Eddie isn't single); and during IB I can see then hanging out with Jarcus

how they spend time together as a couple I think they mostly chill at home; watch movies; play games/videogames; Eric cooks for them. Sounds boring, but they're happy to just relax and share space 🥰

who made the first move Eric. They danced around the subject for a long time until he felt like enough is enough

who brings flowers home Dele and he claims it's ironic (it probably isn't)

who is the best cook Eric (and this has been confirmed)

[brakken-spideyverse]

I'm curious as to what your take on the Venom symbiote is? More recent media has unanimously had the symbiote make Peter more aggressive while wearing it, ruining his attitude and giving him a reason to try to ditch it, but I don't remember that being the case in the original comic run, I only remember it making him tired since it would possess his body at night while he slept to patrol the city, and the aggression and anger of Venom came from Brock. Will you be having the symbiote

(message continued) enhance Peter’s aggression, or is that too spoilery to ask? (Personally I think it’s an unneeded plot point and that Peter not wanting a clingy alien bonded permanently to him is enough, and that the alien symbiote having no negative effect on him besides a parasitic draining of energy actually provides more impetus for its rejection-fueled future hatred of him, but that’s just my opinion.)

‘Clingy’ is definitely the operative word when I think of the symbiote. The general vibe that I get is that it should follow the mood of a damaged and manipulative relationship.

Don’t know how much I’ll delve into Black Suit stuff in comic form, so I don’t mind sharing expanded thoughts on it here:

This version doesn’t necessarily make him more aggressive, but he does find the symbiote at a time when he is emotionally vulnerable. Rather than making him stronger, (and since it feeds best when the host is forthcoming), it dampens his inhibitions, making him take more risks, pull less punches - gets him the feeling like the suit has levelled him up.

But, it is a needy and jealous creature, that begins whispering doubt and distrust into his mind about his friends, so it can have him all to itself. It doesn’t possess his body during the night, but makes it harder for him to fall asleep - attempts to push him further and harder, overstepping its boundaries and exhausting him more and more. That’s when Peter reconsiders, and has to say ‘this isn’t working out.’ He tears it off, ending their relationship.

In comes Eddie Brock - the rebound. His relationship with the symbiote is far more toxic. Hurt by Peter’s betrayal, it uses Eddie entirely as an outlet for its rage and pain. What I wanted to showcase in ‘Together’ was Eddie having no personal grudge against Peter - in fact, they’ve never even spoken before. The symbiote forces Peter’s traits and memories onto its new host, trying to recreate what it had, while simultaneously projecting its own feelings through him. Eddie becomes the indoctrinated rebound and the vengeful ex both bundled up in one body.

As more of Eddie is eaten up, the symbiote starts taking charge, and Venom emerges.

So yeah, the aggressive side of the symbiote is a result of its connection to Peter, rather than a contributing factor!

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edit: also, I dig your breakdown! Thanks for taking the time to write out those thoughts :D