#like if i were eddie my face would just be pressed into his shirt sleeve at all times

[colonoscopys]

there are all these really good fics about buck being so super sad about eddie leaving (rightfully so) but if i was eddie diaz i would miss him so bad. he’s not even real and i miss him so bad. like there’s a man who you know smells good and he delivers baked goods and likes to hang out with you and is like the human equivalent of falling asleep on the couch and then being carried to bed and he smiles like 😁😁😁 and he’s gone now. i would literally go fucking insane without him

[eddiesxangel]

Snowed In |E.M x Reader

Cw: fem!reader, fluff and smut 18+ mdni - under 2k words. Can be a stand alone but also a part of the hey, Mr. Clause universe

An: this is a repost

When you awoke this morning you thought it was still the middle of the night, the sky was so dark and you could hardly see through the snow blowing in every direction. How did Eddie get to work this morning? You thought as you noticed your boyfriend was no longer asleep beside you.

That thought was soon forgotten when you heard the clanging of pans from the kitchen. It was already 9:30am, Eddie was suppose to be long gone by now but the shuffling coming from outside your door told you otherwise.

“Shit” you hear Eddie curse under his breath as you walk out of your bedroom in only your panties and oversized long sleeve sleep shirt. As you enter the kitchen you see Eddie faced away from you as he worked over the stove. His bare back was exposed and as you approached him you see how low his flannel lounge pants hung on his hips.

“Baby what are you doing?” You coo as you brush your hands up his shoulders.

“Ahhh!” Eddie screamed freezing in place.

“I’m sorry baby” you hug him from behind feeling his heart race as you place your hands on his chest resting your head on his bare back. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Damn it Sugarplum, I was trying to surprise you with breakfast on bed.” He turns to you cupping your face giving you a light kiss good morning.

“Baby you’re so cute! But what about your shift?” You snuggle your face into the crook of his neck. He smelled so good. Like fresh linen and fragments of yesterdays cologne. He wrapped his arms around your head closing your in before kissing the top of it.

“Haven’t you see outside? We are snowed in. Malls closed. So it’s just you and I alllllllll day” he smiled at the idea. Eddie had so many plans for the two of you and all of them involved you naked.

“Really?” You perked up popping your head out of the confines of Eddie’s hands.

“Mmmmhhhhmmmmm” he nods. “Now get your cute butt to back into the room so I can treat my girl to breakfast in bed.”

Eddie man handled you back into your bedroom giving your ass a smack before plopping you onto the bed.

“Stay” he requests as he leaves you as you giggle to yourself.

About ten minutes later Eddie saunters in with a tray of pancakes, bacon, and two mugs of mocha because he knows you need your coffee.

“Baby! This is amazing thank you” if you could sprout heart eyes you would. No man had ever cared for you the way Eddie does. As Eddie placed the tray carefully down on the bed you grab his face and kiss him as a thank you. It quickly deepened as your slipped your tongue into his mouth but Eddie pulled away.

“Don’t worry baby we definitely be getting to that later. But I don’t want your food to get cold.” He smiled giving you one last peck before sitting down beside you to serve you.

After your belly’s were full of sugary goodness Eddie waisted no time before he was back on you. He kissed down your neck pulling your shirt collar out of the way with one hand before trailing his hand up your shirt. You felt his other hand tracing over your tummy before he was cupping your bare breast. His lips were so soft and gentle that you let out a moan of pleasure and it triggered Eddie’s on switch.

“Fuck baby you don’t know what you do to me” Eddie crawled over you so he was fully on top pressing his weigh down into your lap.

“I think I have a a pretty good idea big boy” you graze your hand over his bulge. You let out a sigh as you bite your lip at the realization it was only the fabric of his pants between you and what you wanted most.

“You’re wearing too much clothing” Eddie hums into your mouth before taking your breath away with a deep kiss. Eddie can’t take it any longer he rolls his hips into yours as you try and shimmy your panties down.

Eddie’s hands are already roaming your upped body trying to pull your sleep top over your head. You shiver as your warmth is stripped from you, only reminding you about the blizzard howling just outside your bedroom window.

The chill doesn’t last long as Eddie’s body heat consumes you. Wraps you up like a warm fluffy blanket. His skin is so soft wrapped around you. You think it’s due to the fact he is using your body wash now instead of the cheap bar soap he always used beforehand.

“Baby I need you” you’re now naked and Eddie is still confined by his sleep pants. Eddie’s mouth moved from yours down to the side of your neck. He knows the exact spot that drives you insane. He loves teasing you until you’re begging for him. His hands trace your entire body as you lay underneath him wriggling to get any kind of relief.

“Shhhh it’s okay Sugarplum….” Eddie cooed. “Just tell me how much you need this cock and I’ll give you everything.” Eddie held your gaze as he cupped your face.

“Baby, please. You’re the only one who makes me feel this good. I need you so much” you take his hand in yours, trying to guide it to where you needed him the most.

“Fuck baby you’re so wet and I’ve hardly started.”

“Can’t help it” you lift your head up to capture Eddie into another kiss.

He wiggles his hips finally releasing his cock from the confines of his pants. He legs out a sigh of relief as his cock slaps down onto your wet slit. Your legs open up wider for him to run his cock up and down your folds. You were both so desperate for one another the foreplay was going to be skipped over this time. The pure need for him to fill you had your ready enough. The pampering for today alone was all it took for you to open up for Eddie. Knowing he loves you, even if he hasn’t said it yet.

He showed it in his actions. The way he dressed up as Santa Claus for your nieces and nephews even though you didn’t ask him to. The way he picked you up form your late night shifts, walk your from the front door to your car so you wouldn’t be alone walking to your car in the dark. The way he would pull a blanket over you if you fell asleep on the couch. The way he doted on you, like this morning. It was his day off and yet he thought of you.

“You ready babygirl?” He slid his cock slowly up and down your wetness before you nod your head with consent.

As you breathed out his cock slipped into you so smoothly. The way he stretched you out was too good.

“You’re so damn tight, swallowing my cock up so good”

“You fill me so good baby, you feel so good.” You cry.

Eddie’s hips start thrusting so deliciously, hitting that spot deep inside you over and over. Your walls are contracting around him, squeezing his hard thick cock like a vice.

“Oh baby please” you begged as his hips snapped against yours. You spread you legs wider so Eddie could thrust into you deeper. He ran up his hands from holding your legs open, up your tummy across your breasts before grabbing your hands bringing them up over your head and interlocking his fingers with your own.

The intimacy of the moment was too much, “I love you” slipped off your lips before you even realized you were talking.

Eddie froze mid thrust. “What?”

“I-i-i” you stutter.

“You love me?” He questioned. His gaze held you hypnotized. His eyes reminded you of a deep rich coffee mixed with caramel and whiskey. You couldn’t find the words you nodded your head not blinking.

A big smile breaks out in Edie’s face, his glair softening, his heart warming. He hasn’t had anyone tell him they love in a romantic sense. He knew he was in love with you but he didn’t know how to say it yet. Not until now.

“I love you, “ he finally says back and you let out the breath of anticipation you’d been holding. “Fuck I love you” his hips snap back into you with such force you cry out with pleasure.

“I love you Eddie” “I love you sugar plum”

The silent room filled with the sounds of wet skin and the soft confessions slipping from your tongues.

One last thrust and Eddie had your orgasm ripping through you. “I love you!” You slip as your body rippled with euphoria. You cunt clamped down on Eddie so tight he swore he stared seeing stars. He came instantly, letting his seed fill you.

He peppered your face with kisses before slipping out to see your cum filled cunt. “Fucking beautiful.”

“You love me?” You shyly bite your lip as you spread you legs as far as they could giving Eddie the best view he’s ever seen.

“Oh you have no idea Sugarplum.” He smiles leaving in to kiss you.

The rest of the day the both of you were wrapped up in the sheets not leaving the bed unless I’d was for food or the bathroom.

“Best snow day ever” you snuggled into Eddie’s chest.

[bruisedboys]

can I request eddie and shy!reader with reader’s first kiss?! I imagine he’d be so gentle with her!

I want him to be my first kiss so bad!! waiting for him to be real so he can kiss me tbh

summary: eddie gives shy!you your first kiss

shy!fem!reader 0.9k words

Eddie thinks you look really pretty.

He’d tell you so but he’s already told you twice tonight, and he’s pretty sure if he says it again you’ll burst into flames on the spot. You’re quite shy — it’s endearing and very adorable but it also means Eddie has to be more careful of what he says and does. He wouldn’t want to scare you off.

He watches you pore over a book, sitting cross-legged on his bed. He badly wants to tell you how lovely you look. In a t-shirt that’s too big for you and a pair of sweatpants. Your hair all messy pretty and tucked behind your ears. He holds his tongue, turning back to the old band tee he’s hacking the sleeves off on his bedroom floor.

“Eddie?”

Your voice breaks the comfortable silence you and Eddie had been sitting in. Eddie puts down his scissors and looks up. He likes the way you’ve said his name, like he’s the only person ever. He’s sure he sounds similar when he says your name. He smiles at you.

“Yeah?”

You shuffle forwards on his bed, sliding to the edge until your legs dangle off. Eddie’s struck, yet again, by how beautiful you are. It takes all the breath out of his chest.

“Um.” You pause then, and get this nervous look on your face. Eddie knows it well. You’re often nervous around him.

He sits up straighter. By the looks of it you’re wanting to tell him something. Or ask him something. “Yeah, honey?”

Your eyes flick to Eddie and then back to your hands where they’re twisted in your lap. Eddie sees the tap tap tap of your foot, the wringing of your hands. He shuffles forward on the floor and gets a hand on your knee, fingers curling around the bottom of your thigh.

“What is it?” He asks softly.

When you answer your staring at your lap, determined to avoid Eddie’s eyes.

“Well … I just. I was reading that part in The Princess Bride, the bit about the five kisses? And I just wondering …” You reach up and scrub the back of your neck awkwardly. “Why haven’t we kissed yet?”

Eddie balks. He was not expecting that. It’s a big question — for you to ask and for Eddie to answer. He has his own reasons. The biggest one being he’s afraid to scare you off, to mess up maybe the best thing in his life right now. Not only that, but he knows how tentative you are about relationship stuff. It’s all new to you.

The silence stretches too long. Eddie rushes to break it before you think he’s gone and backed out on you.

“Oh.” He says, more flustered than he’s ever been with you. Normally you’re the flustered one. He’s realising now how hard it is being on the receiving end. “Well, um. I … I guess—“

“Do you not want to?” You ask quietly, interrupting Eddie’s rambling.

Eddie stops short. “What?” He stares up at you. He can hardly believe you think that. Of course he wants to kiss you — he’d kind of thought you wouldn’t want him to. “No. No, sweetheart, that’s not it. I just. Well, I just wanted to wait until you were ready … “ He pauses, catches the look on your face, like you’re waiting for something to happen. “Are you ready?”

You bite your lip. Not for the first time, Eddie wonders what it would be like to kiss your lips. You nod very slowly.

“I think so,” you say. You’re staring at his mouth now.

Eddie nods so quick he almost snaps his neck. He hardly cares.

“Okay,” he says earnestly. He scrambles to his feet and then moves to stand in front of you, your knees pressing into his legs.

You blink up at him. Eddie can’t resist taking your face in his hands. Your skin is hot to touch. He imagines his face would feel the same.

“You’re really pretty,” he says despite himself. Even though he’d promised not to tell you again until at least tomorrow.

“Eddie,” you chide softly.

Eddie just grins. “Are you sure you want to?” He asks you, struggling to hear himself over the thump of his heart in his ears. He very much wants to give you a Princess Bride worthy kiss right now.

You nod around his hands. “I’m sure,” you say.

Eddie leans in then. His hands on your face, pulling you gently towards him. His eyelids fluttering shut. It feels different but it feels right. He’s about half a second away from kissing you when you say,

“Wait.”

Eddie opens his eyes. You’re so close he could count your eyelashes.

“What?” He whispers back.

“I’ve never kissed anyone before,” you say. Your breath fans over Eddie’s mouth, your lips ghosting over his. It takes all his might not to kiss you right then and there. “I don’t know how,” you admit.

“That’s okay,” Eddie tells you. It is okay. And he’s maybe a lot more honoured than he should be that he’s gonna be your first kiss. “You’ll learn.”

“You’ll teach me?”

Eddie looks at you and thinks yeah, he’ll teach you. He’ll do literally anything you could ever ask of him. “Of course, angel.”

“Okay,” you say. You smile and Eddie thinks if he doesn’t kiss you now he might pass out.

He kisses you. He doesn’t pass out but he comes pretty close.

-

[finniestoncrane]

Arkham!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 1.2k it's SHAVING AS A SIGN OF INTIMACY TIME listen this might be the beginning of several on this theme it's a kink i've loved for a while!! anyway, eddie has requested some assistance with shaving from reader, who he has decided he trusts enough to hold a razor to his tender skin *drool* also i'm not sorry for how autistic eddie is about his question mark shirt, he is literally me 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: little bit of humorous threats, shaving, flirting, suggestive towards the end

"Must be painful for you, having to ask for help."

"And it might be painful for you to suffer the consequences of your insolent tone."

You lifted your hand up, holding the handle of the very old fashioned razor blade between your fingers and dangling it in front of him.

"And it might be even more painful for you to suffer the consequences of your own shitty attitude if you don't behave."

With a playful smile, you pressed a finger below his chin, lifting it up, noting the smile that curled slightly on his lips, one he was trying to suppress in favour of remaining stoic in your presence.

"You know, Eddie, if you would take proper rests between working on your projects you wouldn't make so many mistakes."

The blade was close to him, not close enough that it made contact with him, but enough that he was lucky you pulled it back quickly enough when he lifted his head once more.

"I don't make mistakes! I have suffered a minor injury to three of my fingers, a consequence of poor tools. It's difficult to source higher quality material when you're a known and wanted entity."

You gently tilted his head back once more, nodding along to his rants, knowing by now when it would be a futile effort to argue with him. And by the time he had finished rambling, you were ready with the blade and the shaving cream, both in hand as you stared him down, patiently waiting for him to be quiet.

"Well? Are you going to get on with it?"

He barked the question at you, and you prepared yourself to begin, stopping short as he raised a hand.

"Hold on. I don't want you to make a mess of my shirt."

He shrugged the green, paint stained, short-sleeved shirt from his slender torso, leaving him in just a low cut, torn vest.

"You're very clumsy."

"Eddie. Clumsy enough that you're worried I'll ruin your already disgusting shirt, but not so clumsy that you'll trust me with a sharpened blade against your throat?"

For a moment, you had him stuck. He didn't have an argument, any words, you seemed to have caught him. But instead of replying, he simply sighed and waved you off.

"The texture of these fresh hairs on my face is far more annoying than any potential nicks, life-threatening or otherwise. This shirt is the only one I own, and it's to the exact fit I like it after the years of wear."

"Your priorities are interesting."

"I'm interesting."

That was his rebuttal, and he was satisfied with it. So you began your work, carefully placing your palm against his cheek. A soft touch, a careful carress, a gesture of reassurance. You cared for him, despite the playful teasing, the insistence on his part that you were only a disposable assitant. You went above and beyond, in awe of him, unable to resist the urge to worship him. You wouldn't let harm come to him by your hands, that's what the touch meant.

And the fact that he seemed to trust you, regardless of whether that was pushed onto him by the circumstances, meant the world in return.

As the razor made it's first pass over his skin, he seemed to raise himself up slightly, a natural reaction to the cool of the metal. So you laid your hand on his chest, pressing him back down and keeping it there. His heartbeat was steady, skin clammy against yours, a brush of soft hair coating his chest.

While you were't able to detect any change in Eddie's demeanour, he was worrying that you could. The moment you touched him he had felt his blood run cold. The threat, the imminent danger, the possibility that you could, at any moment, take his life. But the odd certainty that you wouldn't. It was all swirling through his mind, picking up flecks of the ill-timed arousal as it went.

Each teasing touch felt like it made his heart beat just a little bit faster, and he could feel sweat beginning to bead on his forehead and under the foam on his upper lip. His body grew warmer, worked up in response to the intimacy, the delicate, tender way you handled both him and the potential weapon. And then it happened.

He squirmed slightly, hoping to adjust himself in a way that prevented his growing erection from becoming obvious. If he could keep your focus on his face, on the job at hand, then he might be able to calm himself down before he embarrassed himself. But the more you touched, the more aroused he became, hard against the front of his pants, and then, disaster occurring as his precum leaked out, staining a tiny mark on the front at his crotch.

Eddie's mind quickly flitted through the catalogue of quick excuses he could think of. He could play this off as a natural reaction. An expected response to someone touching him and being this close to him. Nothing to do with you or his deep attraction to you.

He could admit that the intimacy was exciting, allow a sliver of vulnerability to show as he confessed that it was one area that he wasn't all that experienced in.

Throw a curveball? Tell you that the danger was far more arousing that he imagined? That could backfire though, as he was well aware of how irritating he was, and inciting, or inviting, violence might not go as well for him as he hoped it might.

And finally, the ridiculous notion of proudly displaying the effect of your touch flashed through and was quickly stomped out. There was no way he would be able to play it off with any amount of confidence or charisma, and it would take a considerable amount indeed. But now it was in his head, the idea that you might be encouraged, enticed, by his arousal. Enough that it would strike a chord within you, making you as hot and needy as he was. That you might letyour hand trail down the front of his shirt, fingers skimming over the growing, throbbing bulge, offering, perhaps, to shave there too. To finish him off with a flourish. To hold him, touch him, until he-

"Edward?"

He snapped his head towards you, cheeks flushed and pupils wide as he came bck down to earth from his flight of fantasy.

"Edward, are you alright? You didn't answer..."

"I'm fine. my mind was elsewhere. You know how it is being a genius, or... you don't actually. But if you did, you'd know it was difficult to stop your brain from rattling through equations and plans and world changing ideas. So forgive me if I automatically reverted to paying attention to that instead of you."

Deciding to meet him with his own attitude, you tossed a towel towards him as you walked towards the sink, dropping the razor in as you spoke.

"Well, if that's a close enough shave you can wipe the foam off now. And maybe use the towel to clean yourself up further down too."

You had noticed. And you were teasing him.

And worse than that, the insolence, the cruel taunt that suggested you considered yourself good enough to stand toe to toe with him, he found that it only made him harder.

[hippolotamus]

Hiiiii Hippo 💕💕💕

Buddie fic title:

If only I knew you had electric fingerprints

-❤️🪐

Hiiii Saturn!!!! So lovely to see you here! You said Buddie. Please know you have my eternal gratitude for forgiving my slip into Diaz Family Feels. 💞🦛

After the debacle of broken salad bowls, 'I think you should go home' and 'This is your mess now', Eddie thought that he and Chris had worked through the biggest tangles of dating in the Diaz household. Introducing Marisol was almost a non-event. Eddie might even go so far as to call it a success.

He will now admit that line of thinking was more than a bit premature and naïve on his part.

Maybe it was his own growth and evolutions in the relationship department that led him to assume Christopher wouldn't face the same issues. And, well, technically he didn't. No, Eddie's son dealt him an entirely new, foreign set of tribulations. A one-eighty of Eddie's nesting instincts where Christopher is leading on five different girls. Five!

Wasn't it just last year they were discussing how much shirt sleeve was acceptable to show? What the hell happened?

And, OK, it's a new world with new methods of communication and apps and how teenagers interact with each other. Eddie likes to think he isn't completely stupid, because he tries to stay informed about current trends that he would honestly rather not know about. But no article or discussion with the school guidance counselor - or Frank - could have prepared him for tonight. No tips, tricks, signs to watch for could have fortified him for the devastating blow of 'We loved her and she left us anyway' and 'I can't remember her voice anymore'.

When Buck emerges from Chris's room, Eddie is still leaning against the wall, crushed under the weight of a thousand emotions and questions, attempting to prevent his heart from spilling past the walls of his chest. To keep it from slipping through the makeshift cage where his fingers press bruises into his skin, just below his collarbone.

Buck squeezes Eddie's shoulder before wordlessly leading them to the kitchen where he pours them both a glass of water and he waits. Waits for Eddie to speak, because it's what they do. They don't press. And maybe they should - more or earlier - but that's another thought for another day. For another version of Eddie that doesn't feel like the ground has been ripped out from underneath him.

"I don't- How am I supposed to-" Eddie blows out a harsh breath, frustrated that he can't form a complete question. That there is no entry in the non-existent Parenting Handbook for how to tackle this scenario.

"Eds," Buck says the nickname so carefully, so gently, like his tongue is shaping it from the most fragile glass. His hand tentatively slides across the tabletop until it's resting on top of Eddie's own. "You don't need to have all the answers or know exactly what to do."

"I know I don't. It's just-" He cuts himself off, huffing out an unamused chuckle. Because he doesn't know.

And, look, Eddie is fully aware that he doesn't have to be one hundred percent in control all the time, but it doesn't make him hate whatever this is any less. This combination of lost and thrown off course; of sad, bitter anger muddled together with desperation. His own eagerness to bargain for a way to make this situation more palatable. A pathetic yearning for the chance to go back. To never enlist and close himself off. To splurge on the digital camera with video recorder so he could capture a truly ludicrous amount of everyday, mundane moments.

How many hours of footage might they have collected? Of simple things like Shannon chopping vegetables or putting on makeup before a night out. Her and Eddie slow dancing in the backyard to music only they could hear. Or her laughing, bright and bold, as she smudged dirt and filth across Eddie's cheek after he showed her how to change the oil in her car. The way he pulled her in with his own grimy hands, pressing their mouths together so he could swallow the sound.

He blinks rapidly to keep tears from falling as he wonders how many instances would have featured her rolling her eyes - exactly the way Christopher does now - and shoving her palm in front of the lens.

But he'll never know because he's stuck with the choices he made. That they made. He can tell their son stories, bring him for graveside visits, and offer small souvenirs of the time Shannon had on earth, but that's all Eddie can do. He can't replicate what it was like to be in her presence. He can't convey how she was soft and gentle and all the things Eddie isn't, while also being sharp and spirited. How she smelled like peonies and summer rain.

Whatever he has to offer is two dimensional. Framed photographs, memories stored in his mind. Some of them also stored in Chris's though Eddie suspects in a completely different way. Hopefully in a way that doesn't taste as much like guilt and regret for things left unfinished and words left unsaid. Words like-

Dear Christopher.

He swallows hard around the phantom taste of sea spray from the Pacific Ocean, has the urge to claw at damp, sun-warmed sand that isn't there. And god only knows how his best friend has any idea what's scratching at Eddie's brain, but he does. And Eddie is so, so grateful when Buck rubs his thumb across Eddie's knuckles and asks if he should stay or would Eddie rather it just be him and Chris.

As much as Eddie would like Buck to be present as an extra layer of protection, he knows this is something he has to do himself. Even though, as he walks Buck to the front door, promising to call later, he gets the distinct feeling he won't actually be alone.

In the low lighting currently casting shadows around his bedroom, Eddie's fingers tremble as he reaches for the small safe in the back of his closet. A simple design meant to hold important, precious things. The metal dial is cool under his fingertips, easily manipulated as he rotates it right and left and right again until the door pulls open.

It's been years since he read the words written in Shannon's flowing script, but he knows them like he knows his own name. He traces over her loops and arches, wishing, like always, that he had more time. That he could put off performing this errand for a few more years, decades, lifetimes. Even if he knows it's only for selfish reasons. Because he owes this to Chris and to Shannon. It's on him to follow her instructions and deliver this remaining link between mother and son.

He holds the folded pieces of paper in his hands, feeling something familiar wrap around him that isn’t the usual despair. Something that's more like spun gold flowing between the note and his skin.

Eddie bites back a sob as it dives beneath the surface to wind its way around nerves and spill through blood vessels on its way to his heart. As a calm takes root, anchoring in all four chambers, unfurling and flourishing. As the room, that typically smells like lavender fabric softener and the fancy vanilla linen spray Pepa bought for him, is permeated by the overwhelming scent of Texas nights - filled with crackling humidity wrapped in silvery starlight - and velvety pink peonies.

He squeezes his eyes shut, breathing it in, inhaling deeply to his core like it might allow him to hold onto this moment forever. When at last his lungs protest, forcing him to exhale, his eyes flutter open again.

Eddie closes the door to the safe, hearing it shut with a satisfying click.

"Thank you," he whispers, letting his gaze drift to the letter once more before he walks down the hall to pass it to its rightful owner. His son. Their son. A living, breathing tether between past, present and future.

He knocks on the doorframe, briefly saddened by the sight of Shannon and Christopher’s picture turned face down on the desk. It only makes him more sure he’s doing the right thing.

“Hey, buddy…”

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[schemmentisjacket]

Chapter 5 - First Day pt 2

Authors Note: Little something something about non binary queer new teacher coming in, leading to Melissa finding the one.

The thing about kids is, as much as they’re interested in something, that interest moves on quickly. They’re also open minded and untainted by the world.

So when Charlie tells them they can call them ‘Dr Flinn or just Flinn, no need for Mr or Miss’ they do. When they’re interested in the gloves Flinn wears and they say ‘They keep my hands warm’ thats also enough.

And like that the lessons pass, some kids wrangle them into a ball game during break, Melissa and Barbara watching from their spot on duty.

Jacob calls you over to sit with him during lunch exchanging more details of the potential first date with Ant and his excitement about that.

The day seemingly uneventful until story time, two periods before the end of the day. The four graders are quietly invested in reading to themselves when a shout echos from across the hall. Suddenly a student bursts through your doors ‘Miss Schemmenti is hurt!’ They exclaim, eyes tearful in that way kids get when they’re faced with something unexpected.

You’re immediately on your feet, directing two of your pupils, ‘Fetch Mrs Howard and Mr Eddie,’ you instruct them calmly, knowing they’re the closest classrooms to yours and Melissas.

‘Everyone keep reading, I’ll be back.’

You walk briskly across the hall, despite your heart pounding in your chest, you hide the panic from the children. Heading into Melissa’s classroom, you spot a board pen on the floor near to the front desk, and the fiery hair on the back of Mel’s head just above the surface. You head towards the desk quickly and drop down behind it next to her away from the kids view.

Melissa was looking at you with slightly unfocused eyes, blood running down the side of her face from a gash in her hairline.

Without thinking you pull off your gloves and toss them on the floor, followed by removing your jumper, that you bunch pressing it up against her head carefully. ‘You know I’m not this kind of Doctor?’ You chuckle to her quietly, as her eyes run across your exposed arms and hands, with your jumper off you were left in a short sleeve shirt, your heavily tattooed flesh exposed to the world. She reached out to touch you. ‘I just wanted to get your top off,’ she chuckled breathily, before the classroom door bursts open and Barbara and Gregory enter.

You carefully pop your head above the desk, ‘Mrs Howard if you could take Melissas class and Mr Eddie if you could take my class please, that would be wonderful, could you let Ava know that Myself and Miss Schemmenti will be unavailable for the rest of the day.’

You turn your attention back to Melissa as the students file from the room.

‘Well it worked. You want to tell me what happened?’

You could see the shock off the fall wearing from her face as she looked at you intensely ‘Kid must’av dropped a marker and I slipped, caught my head on the desk on the way down.

You careful moved the jumper from her head to access the damage. Stitches would be needed. You took her hand and used it to hold the jumper back in place.

‘Looks like you get the rest of the day off and a trip to the accident room with me.’ You smile and stand, tucking your gloves into your back pocket. ‘Stay there and keep that pressure on, I’ll go grab my coat and bag and then we’ll get out off here.’

You sprinted out of there returning a moment later. Coat and backpack on.

M:

You couldn’t believe the last five minutes. Going from teaching to being on the floor bleeding. Then the new teacher you’d began to crush on comes running in like a knight in armer. Whipping off their jumper without a second thought other than making sure you were okay. And they were even hotter than you had imagined beneath those hoodies and jumpers. Tattoos running from their finger and hands all the way disappeared beneath the tight short sleeves of their dress shirt.

Your head was throbbing, but you were subtly aware of a dull throb stirring much lower down.

[ladykailitha]

If I Rescue You, Will You Rescue Me, Too Part 11

It will be slower going from here on in as this the last completed chapter I have and the next one only has a couple hundred words.

But we are now at the concert.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

*

Dinner was lovely and the talk was easy. They finished and again Steve went to pay only to be told that all meals and drinks were to be put on Ozzy Osbourne’s tab and to not worry about it.

Steve and Eddie shared shocked glances but told the waiter to pass on their gratitude to Ozzy and the waiter nodded.

They went back up to their room and got ready to go. Eddie looked fantastic in his ripped black jeans, band shirt with the sleeves cut off and his gleaming white sneaks.

Steve tapped his lip thoughtfully. “It’s missing something.”

Eddie shrugged. “Well unless you happen to have my battle vest hidden around here somewhere, it’s going to have to do.”

Steve grinned. “Well, I do. But you’re not getting it back. It’s mine now.”

Eddie’s eyes widened in shock. “You have it?”

Steve nodded and pulled it out to show him. Eddie ran his fingers on the soft denim.

“Dustin’s mom helped me get it clean.”

Eddie let out a shuddered breath. “I’m so glad it’s safe. But you’re right, baby. I gave it to you. It’s yours.”

He handed it back to Steve, who set it on the bed. He went to his luggage and pulled out a single white package with a black ribbon. He handed it to Eddie.

“I couldn’t let you go to the most metal concert of the decade without a battle vest,” Steve said with a smile, “now could I?”

Eddie looked down at the box in awe. He looked up at Steve, tears starting to form on his long black lashes.

“Go on, then,” Steve murmured.

Eddie nodded and pulled on the ribbon, causing it to come undone. He lifted the lid and gasped. Instead of the light blue denim of the vest he had made, this one was black acid washed, giving the seams an almost yellow look to them. The front was decorated with the badges and pins of his favorite bands.

“Steve...” he croaked. “I can’t...”

Steve smiled. “The best part is on the back.”

Eddie turned it around and the most pitiful noise escaped him. The tears started running down his face like a storm.

Steve hurried to his side. “Is it okay? I mean...Jeff said you would love it. I didn’t fuck up did I?”

Eddie shook his head. “Is he the one that gave you the shirt to cut up?”

Steve nodded. “He said it was one of the test shirts that the front got messed up on and could be happily destroyed to use for this.”

Eddie placed the vest on his lap and ran his fingers over the name “Corroded Coffin.” He was going to be going to the biggest metal concert with his band’s name on his back. He lunged at Steve giving him the biggest hug.

“I don’t think you can top this, man,” Eddie said into Steve’s shoulder.

Steve pulled Eddie onto his lap and held him tightly. “Maybe not, but there is so much more coming, sunshine. You aren’t going to have much of a mind left by the time the night is over.”

Eddie nodded and kissed him gently. “I love you, babe.”

Steve expression turned soft. “I love you, too. So much. We haven’t known each other for very long but I still feel it. You mean the world to me and I don’t care if people think we’re going too fast. Both of us know that life is too short not to go for what we want. And I what I want more than anything or anyone is you.”

Eddie kissed him again. “I’m going to have get famous so I can spend the rest of my life making up for tonight.”

Steve laughed. “Just keep being the wonderful, charming, outrageous you and you’ll have more than made up for it.”

“You’re going to make me cry again, asshole,” Eddie growled.

Steve buried his nose into Eddie’s neck. “As long as they’re tears of joy, I’m okay with that.”

“You are such a romantic,” Eddie muttered.

Steve kissed Eddie’s neck, pressing gently against the gauze. “And I have set my sights on you.”

Eddie chuckled. “Getting the full Harrington charm experience speed run, clearly.”

Steve chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’m not using it all up tonight, you’ll still continue to get it for as long as you’ll have me.”

Eddie sighed happily. “Okay.”

Steve looked up at the clock and gave Eddie a squeeze. “It’s almost time to go, sunshine.”

Eddie got up off Steve’s lap and grabbed the vest to put it on. Steve put on the other vest and Eddie looked him up and down.

“Yeah, okay,” he teased. “You’ll do.”

“Asshole,” Steve said, gently pushing Eddie’s shoulder.

Eddie grinned and leaned in. “But you love it.”

Steve laughed. “You bet your pretty face I do.”

Eddie blushed dark and red, turning away. “You can’t mean that.”

“Of course I do, Eds,” Steve murmured, cupping Eddie’s cheek. “Do you think me any less attractive because of the scars on my neck?”

Eddie shook his head. “It looks like a tattoo of barbed wire or something.”

Steve grinned. “That’s actually not a bad idea.” Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. “But anyway that’s not the point. The point is that you are still the hottest person I know.”

“How are you real?” Eddie asked.

Steve gave him a peck on the cheek. “I’m a reformed mean girl, love. Believe me when I say that you’ll get to see the not fun parts of me, too.”

Eddie giggled.

“Let’s go get you to the concert of your dreams, babe.”

*

They arrived the concert hall at the appointed time and got to the box office. The teller slid over the lanyards and two small packets.

“You’ll be going through those doors there,” the teller said, pointing behind them. “There will be someone waiting for you. Enjoy the concert!”

Eddie eyed Steve warily. “Those aren’t the doors to the seats, Steven. Those are the doors to the backstage.”

Steve batted his eyelashes up at him innocently, stepping away from the counter. “Are they?”

The teller laughed.

“Sweetheart...” Eddie said, trailing after him. “Please tell me we do NOT have backstage passes.”

Steve gave his shoulder a squeeze and looked him dead in the eye. “But then I would be lying.”

Eddie swayed where he stood and Steve brought up his other arm to catch him. “Easy there. Do you need to sit?”

Eddie shook his head. “Nope. No, I’m good. Still going to kill you though.”

Steve laughed and leaned in close. “Just you wait, it gets better.”

Eddie let out a low whine but allowed Steve to lead him to the backstage area.

The man waiting for them was the same one from last night, most likely because Eddie and Steve would recognize him as staff. They put the lanyards over their heads as they followed him to the green room.

There waiting for them were all four members of Metallica and Ozzy Osbourne.

They all cheered when they entered the room.

“Holy fuck, Kirk!” Cliff hissed when Eddie came from around Steve. “He looks just like you! Did your mom fuck around or something?”

Kirk laughed. “Come on, man, not every long, long, dark-haired metalhead is related. That’s country music you’re thinking of!”

Eddie blushed.

“You’re embarrassing him,” Lars said pushing his bandmates. “Come on in, tell us about yourself!”

Eddie shuffled in and with just a gentle nudge from Steve was launching into his favorite songs, their styles. He talked about writing his own music.

Then far too soon the sound guy popped his head in. “Fifteen minutes Mr Osbourne.”

Ozzy nodded and walked out. Steve and Eddie got up to follow him. They were shown where to stand so that the audience didn’t see him.

Steve handed Eddie one of the packets of earplugs. “The guy I spoke to about the passes recommended them.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow but dutifully put them in. Steve followed suit.

And then Ozzy started his set and suddenly Eddie got it. He had been to concerts before. Had even been lucky to be close to the stage for a couple of them. But this? This was a whole other level of loud. He gave Steve a thumbs up.

Steve smiled back.

When the set ended Ozzy talked about giving back to the community and how learning that one the towns near here had come to great catastrophe and how they were donating money to help rebuild the town.

The crowd cheered.

And then Metallica came on. And they played through half of their set before they stopped.

“We wanted to bring out a special guest tonight,” James said into the microphone. “You see, we wanted to something special for the town of Hawkins. More than just give money to help them rebuild. But we did that, too. And then the perfect opportunity landed in our laps. This nice young man reached out to us regarding his friend.”

Eddie’s jaw dropped.

“This man told us about a big fan of ours who had been wanting to see the concert but before he could scrape up enough money to do, was hurt in a horrible accident that took the lives of several people in town. We learned that the town tried to blame this friend because he was one of us. Because he was different. Because he was metal. And what do we say to that?”

The crowd roared, “Fuck that!”

“Louder,” James said.

“Fuck that!”

“That’s right,” he continued. “So what do you say about giving him a round of applause?”

The crowd started cheering and stomping and screaming. Steve gently pushed Eddie out on stage. He stumbled a little bit and slid into that comfortable skin of being in front of an audience. Granted he’d never been in front of one so large or so captivated. But this was something he lived for.

“This, my friends is Eddie Munson, metalhead and guitar player extraordinaire,” James said. The crowd cheered again. He turned to Eddie, “Now a little bird told me you can play the entirety of ‘Master of Puppets’, is that right?”

“I’d say I was decent at it, sure,” Eddie said into the mic.

James looked at the crowd as if to say, ‘can you believe the modesty of this guy?’ “A song that came out a three weeks ago.”

Eddie blushed. “It’s a masterful song.”

“Let’s see what you’ve got,” James said tilting his head up in a challenge.

Then Eddie felt a guitar being pressed into hand. He turned to see Kirk wink at him. Kirk then pulled up a stool.

“Now, since we know you’ve just gotten out of the hospital,” he said into his microphone, “so we aren’t going to make you stand.”

Eddie looked down at the guitar in his hand. It looked almost exactly like his sweetheart. It was an NJ Warlock with the cackle red paint job. It was beautiful.

He looked over at Steve. The other man was giving him to thumbs up.

Holy shit.

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[slasherbabi]

CG! Eddie Munson x Shifter Agere OC

Chapter 2. Back to Hawkins

Summary: BB finds herself back in Hawkins and Eddie finds himself more drawn to take care of her.

Warnings: Heavier Implications of abuse, implications of ED and SH. Gareth being a little mean, Eddie babying Bonnie. VERY LONG (2.9 k)

Eddie woke in the morning, he no longer felt the comforting weight of Bonnie on his chest, so he rolled over and stretched his arm out looking for her, groaning when he didn't feel her. "Mmmmm, Bon...?" After no answer, he sat up looking around and squinting, "Bon?" He sits up getting out of the bed, beginning to search the trailer, the clothes he'd given her were still in his bed, and hers were missing, had she left? He couldn't help feel a little let down, but despite that, he got dressed and left for the day. "No way you spent the night with a girl, we're losers Ed." Jeff snorted and looked among the group to see their reactions. "No no its true, he called me about it last night, soooo, you and stalker girl?" Gareth grins and nudges Eddie in the side. His jaw clenched in annoyance. "It's not like that, she's not a stalker she-" He cut himself off, the truth would sound insane, he wasn't even sure it was true, and if it was, he probably shouldn't be telling the town about it. "She's not a stalker. Anyway nothing happened, she had a nightmare or something, asked me to sleep next to her, and when I woke up she was gone." "She take anything?" Jeff asks, they'd never seen Eddie like this, so they got the hint to take it easy on the jokes. He shakes his head. "Stash untouched, money all there, tv, guitar, nothings missing. She said she wasn't from Hawkins, I don't have her number." There was an uncomfortable silence as Eddie pushed around the food on his tray with his fork. "I don't think I'll ever see her again..."

Bonnie woke up to the sound of yelling and things being thrown around the house, a familiar noise, but unsettling none the less, she whines softly. "Eddie? What's happening?" Her eyes opened and she saw she was back in her own room. "Oh... it was a dream." She slowly sat up before seeing her legs, cut and bruised and grazed, pretty freshly too. A finger pressed around the wounds experimentally causing her to hiss, it wasn't a dream? "Bonnie! Get your ass downstairs!" She jumps up and pulls on a hoodie to cover the hellfire shirt, going downstairs as instructed. "Heard you up last night, no wonder you've slept half the day. And who were you talking to just now?" "It's only mid day papa, and no one, just... myself." A strong grip tightened around her wrist. "Then what happened to your legs hm? You been sneaking out?" "I'm an adult-" "-You're my daughter! You listen to me! Go get my tools!" "But-" "Get!" He shoves her toward the door, causing her to trip and smack into the wall. Bonnie was immediately crying but ran to get the tools, it would only upset him more to see her cry, or that she'd split her lip, as well as bumping above her eye, which would no doubt bruise, and her nose started bleeding. She wiped her face as best as she could with her sleeve as she collected her dads bag, dragging it back to him and keeping her head down.

Bonnie watched from her bed as her dad boarded shut her window, and then added a lock to the outside of her door. "What if I have to pee? What if there's a fire?" "You can hold it. And god forbid the house set on fire, you'd better hope I remember to let you out." Without another word, the door was shut and locked, locking Bonnie in the room with no way out. After a while of crying and panicking from being trapped, she grabbed her phone and began typing searching up to see if anyone had similar experiences to her from last night, and after having to continuously filter results and change her search she found it, she found what she was looking for. A blog talking about their shifting experience, and the more she read through it, the more it sounded like that's exactly what she did, just, without meaning to. Her next search, how to do it again. It wasn't long before she was lying in bed, trying all sorts of different methods, she hadn't scripted, she wanted the pure, authentic Eddie she met last night. Bonnie steadied her breathing, focusing on the memory of Eddie. A soft smile spread on her face and she felt herself drifting.

Bonnie jolted awake, looking around and sighing in relief to see Eddies room surrounding her, she laid back in his sheets comfortably, at home she had a mattress and two pillows so she was grateful for the warm, cosy bedding, it was just an added bonus that they smelt like Eddie. Speaking of, she got up and headed for the door. "Eddie?" She opened the door to see an older, balding man drinking coffee, she recognised him as uncle Wayne, but still shrieked in surprise and slammed the door shut.

Eddie got home, taking off his jacket and hanging it up before leaning back to crack his back, he went to go make a snack when a voice behind him spoke. "Who's the girl?" Uncle Wayne, Eddie looked at him and saw a smirk, "In your room?" He elaborated, "Don't worry, not mad, just, use protection and keep the noise down-" "When did she get here?" "Well, I got in before you left, so I assumed she stayed the night, certainly didn't get here since I've been home." Eddie didn't wait a second longer, rushing to his room and opening the door. "Bon!" He grins before fidgeting and clearing his throat, "I mean, you're back! Where'd you go?" He crossed his arms awkwardly trying not to seem so excited. Bonnie was curled up in the corner, hugging her knees to her chest. "My uncle scare yo-" he was cut off to her hugging him tight, her face hidden in his chest, he hoped she wouldn't hear the way his heart skipped a beat. "Hey? You okay...?" "When I fell asleep, I woke up at home again..." She was trembling slightly. Eddie grew worried and gently lifted her face, his expression dropping seeing her black eye and busted lip. He strokes her hair back with a worried expression, hands slightly shaking with hidden rage, the cold metal of his rings gently brushing her cheeks. "Who did this to you?" She shook her head. "It doesn't matter you can't fi-" "Bon, Who. Did. This?" "My dad." His jaw tensed, she was right, he couldn't do anything, it broke his heart, but when he saw her eyes welled with tears, it washed away, replaced with worry, being mad wouldn't help anything, he wanted to help her instead. "You'll stay here, with me, I'll keep you safe, here." Eddie knelt in front of her and looked away as he pulled down her shorts, replacing them with his sweatpants. "What are you doing?" BB asks, watching him nervously, chewing on the ends of her sleeve as she felt herself beginning to slip. "I'm gonna take care of you. That okay?" She blushed wildly and nods making him smile wide. "Good girl." Eddie had an urge for a while, to have someone in his life that needed him, to care for them, to... baby them. He never understood the compulsion. "Come on baby bat, up you come." Eddie picked up her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, making her hug onto his neck in panic, fearing she'd be dropped. "It's okay, I got you."

Eddie sat her on the side of the bathtub, gently cleaning off her face of the dried blood. "Tell me if I'm hurting you, okay?" Bon once again nods softly, still chewing and sucking on her sleeve. "Good girl, hey hey no baby... icky. Look your sleeves are all wet now..." He opened a draw and pulled out a numbing cream, gently applying it to her injuries. "Sowwy..." He paused at the way she spoke, but smiles. "It's okay, how about we go to the store and you can pick out anything you want okay? So, something you can chew on too?" Eddie smiles wide and kisses her forehead gently. "First, how about we brush this hair?" "Okay..." She smiles wide and reaches up to be picked up again.

"Laces all tied?" Eddie had found an old pair of his from being younger, they had all sorts of drawings on them. "Yep! All tied!" Bon's legs swing back and forth from the van seat. "Okay, so hold my hand, don't wonder off, and while I adore that little voice of yours, I think it's best you don't talk to anyone, okay?" He was worried about the people in this town being their usual selves and making her feel bad, and also worried people would question who she even was, the people here were paranoid especially after the last few years. She nods firmly, waiting as he came to her side of the van, unbuckled her and lifted her out of the van. Her hand clasps around his, automatically pressing herself to his side as they walked into the little store. They walked to the clothing isle, "So you have stuff to wear at mine?" He chuckles, making her chew her lip shyly, she kinda liked wearing his clothes, "Do you wanna pick or can I?" The regressor in her craved being cared for completely, even being dressed. "You pick." BB spoke quietly so she wouldn't be heard. "Okay... why don't you look around and pick some things, and meet me right over there okay?" He pointed to an Icee machine, giving her hand a squeeze and then a little kiss before watching her walk away.

Bonnie waddled nervously down each isle, stopping when she came to the baby section, she wanted badly to get some things, she didn't have much at home, but she didn't know if Eddie would want to buy these for her, on the other hand, maybe she could lie about why she wanted to it, nervously picking up a sippy cup, bottle, and a set of plate, bowl and cutlery with teddy bears printed on it. She nervously held the items to her chest and continued looking through them, after a lot of thought, she chose to stay with what she had, not wanting to push Eddie. She made her way towards the Icee machine, eyes widening to see a familiar face sat on the counter drinking one. "Gareth?" His face turns to her and he frowns. "I know you?" His tongue was a bright purple colour from the drink, her face grew a somewhat scared expression. "O-oh... No no sorry I thought you were someone else..." He looked over her confused before noticing the shoes, Eddies. "Stalker girl? Holy shit it's stalker girl!" He chuckles to himself and gets off of the counter, getting close to her, "Eddie told us all about you, so, how do you know all this stuff about us?"

On the other side of the store, Eddie was busy filling a basket with all sorts of stuff, the urge to spoil becoming too hard to conquer, he also slipped a few things into his pockets, but his head snapped up hearing the familiar voice of his club member, Gareth, yelling "Stalker girl." His heart dropped, he loved his friends, but he knew what they were like, just like how he was usually. He rushed towards the noise, seeing Gareth and Bonnie. "Gareth back off." Eddie tapped BB's hand with his finger, letting her know he was there if she needed, trying to hold back a smile when he felt her hand wrap around two of his fingers. Gareth's hands lifted defensively. "Just asking her questions, looking out for my guy. So," He looks down at their hands "You two are...?" Eddie gave a stern look and Gareth decided to drop it. "Well... uh, have fun, see ya Monday I guess..." With that he walked away and Eddie knelt in front of BB stroking her hair, "You okay? I'm sorry about him..." She nods and reaches forward hugging around his neck tight and hiding her face in the comforting nest that was his hair. "Oh... "He hugged back "Hey its okay, just gotta pay and we can go back to mine okay? Just me an' you alright? Can you do that f'me?" He pulled back doing his best to look down at her despite their close proximity, pouting a little "Please?" Bonnie takes a deep breath and nods softly, letting go of Eddie before pointing at the cart he was trying to hide. "Wha's dat?" Eddie made a mental note to ask about how she was talking later on, but for now he guided her attention back to him. "Those are surprises when we get back home okay?" She looked away from them and nods softly, smiling a little, "I'm gonna need you to gimme what you've chosen, and then look away so the surprise isn't ruined, 'kay?" Once he was handed her items, he smiled wide at what she'd chosen, a little baby bottle? He couldn't help picturing himself holding her on his lap and feeding her with the bottle, but quickly shook the idea from his head and frowned at himself for thinking that way, he paid for the items, well the ones that weren't hidden in his pockets, hid everything away in the bag, and turned back to Bonnie. "Time for home."

Once the pair got back, Eddie led Bonnie to his room, guiding her to sit down and taking the shoes off for her. "First, for my girl," The words caught her attention, his girl, " The plates and bottle you picked out..." She snatched them up trying to hide them shyly making him chuckle and grab her hand "No need for that, I already saw them anyway sweetheart." He tucked some of her hair out of the way just admiring her face for a moment before digging through the bag, the first item he pulled out was a soft teddy bear making her gasp and go to grab it, but hesitating and looking at him for approval. "Go on, its yours." He could see the fear in her face, the long term affects of her abuse. "Good girl..." He praises gently when she takes it. The next items from the bag consisted of a few other stuffed animals, leaving her in a pile of them, followed by many different cute clothes half were bright baby pastels, and the other were black and grey "In case you wanted to look like yours truly." He'd explained, there were shirts with cute decals printed on them, like little flowers or bees, one had stars and clouds. he then pulled out a dress, it was a skater dress with a pink floral design. And last but not least, he pulled out a few more items, a 2 pack of pacifiers, "I'd be careful with these they might hurt your teeth." She blushed brightly at the sight of them, he also pulled out a little rattle toy, a teether toy, a bottle of his own as well as a bunch of food and candy and applesauce. Something about her too him, he didn't know what it was, he wanted to baby her, and he had a feeling she'd want that. "Let's get you into your own clothes now, m'kay?" She nods softly "Want my help?" she nods again, allowing him to carefully remove his clothing from her, replacing it with an oversized blue carebears shirt, and some soft shorts, though the shirt was was large enough to cover them completely anyway. "Now, your hair, can I tie it up for you sweetie? Wanna see that pretty face of yours." Bonnie was busy staring down at her clothing, she felt adorable in the oversized, lightly coloured clothing and eddies mismatched comfy socks, her long hair covering her face before she squealed and hugged him tightly catching him off guard and nearly making him topple over, "Awww I'm glad you like it honey, now." He put a few pillows on the floor and sat on his bed, "sit, back t'me princess." She did as he said and sat between his legs, shyly playing with his pant legs and hugging one of her new stuffed animals close. Eddie had braided his own hair before, but this was someone else and much longer, he'd give it his best go. Once her hair was done, he grins at her, "There's the gorgeous princess, now, sit tight, I need to go speak with my uncle." He takes the plate from the set and the sippy cup before leaving BB alone in his room, finding Wayne watching TV. "There he is, my favourite uncle, anything I can get you? A beer, a sandwi-" "What do you want? Is it about the girl?" "What? Pfft, no! Such accusations, I'm deeply offended." "So what is it?" "... Okay yeah it's about BB, can she stay here?" He put his hands in the 'please' position. "Eddie-" "Did you not see her face? She doesn't have somewhere safe to go. Please Wayne." That hit his soft spot, Wayne glared at the boy who occupied his trailer for a similar reason, remembering a young teen Eddie sniffling up at him, black eye and a trash bag full of his stuff. "Fine... Just, remember what I said earlier." His face went red, head rolling back as he groaned. "Jesus Wayne! It's not like that." Eddie shook the embarrassment off, breathing a sigh before going back to his room, watching her for a moment in silence. "Hey Bon?" To Be Continued, Part 3

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[thefreakymunson]

Could you make an eddie x Henderson reader where dustin doesn't know and he accidentally walks into them doing anything you want (kissing/on a date/ other things 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️) and like reacts (idk this is my first time asking anybody and like im nervous 👁👁💧)

You were supposed to have the house to yourself tonight. Your mother was out of town and your worrisome younger brother, Dustin, was hanging out with Mike and the gang. You were set to have a date with your boyfriend Eddie.

And as if he was counting down the seconds as much as you were, there was a knock on the door exactly at 7 PM. A wide grin spread across your face as you opened the door, revealing a denim vest clad Eddie there.

“Are those for me?” You asked sheepishly, nodding towards the bouquet of flowers.

“They are,” he nodded, “I um...I didn’t know which flower was your favorite or...what a good flower even is, but I...I seen these and I thought of you...I figured girls like flowers and you’re – well, you’re a girl...so…”

“I love them,” you smiled, “Thank you, Eddie. Come in.”

After getting the flowers situated in a vase, you sat them on the kitchen island as you continued adding the finishing touches on dinner. You kept it simple, wanting to impress him but also not entirely knowing his true tastes just yet. This was only your fourth date. You wanted something lowkey and calm. The previous dates had been a rock show, a DnD game, and a party. This was something you could spend time with him and really get to know the softer side of him.

“It smells delicious,” Eddie spoke up, watching as you turned the stove top burner off, “What are you making?”

“Spaghetti and a salad,” you nodded.

“Do you always cook this...extravagant?”

“This isn’t extravagant, Eddie.” You smiled softly, “This is minimum for me.”

“Shit...this is extravagant for me. Half the time, I forget to eat until it’s like 3 AM and my stomach is grumbling.” He said, wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing a soft kiss to your exposed collar bone.

“Make yourself comfortable,” you nodded, noticing he was still wearing his coat, “I’m only going to be another minute or two.”

He kissed your cheek and stepped back. You watched out the corner of his eye as he tugged the sleeves of his jacket off, revealing a black motorhead shirt. The boy had endless amounts of band merch apparently. His leather jacket was tossed into the recliner by the door as he walked around your living room, looking at the various photos on the wall of your family. Your mom, Dustin, yourself, and that adorable cat.

“Where’s the cat?” Eddie asked, his finger tapping the photo of it hanging above your moms chair, “I would very much like to pet the cat.”

“Oh...uh...Mews was killed...by this...creature that Dustin kept as a pet.”

“Like...a normal creature or a...you know...creature – creature?”

“Creature – creature,” you sighed, “He was a good cat.”

“Jesus,” Eddie snorted.

“Dinner��s done,” you smiled.

You two ate at the table, taking time to talk to each other about your day. It was a comfortable quiet and you were so thankful for the slow paced movement rather than the fast paced experience of the previous dates. It was nice to get to see him so intimately.

After dinner, Eddie helped you wash dishes much to your dismay. It was nice, though. You washed and he rinsed, playfully bumping against each other. You could get used to this, you thought.

“Do we get the rest of the night together?” Eddie inquired, wiping his hands on the kitchen towel as he followed you into the living room.

“We do. My mom’s out of town and Dustin’s with some of his friends.” You nodded.

You sat down on the couch, and much to your liking, Eddie followed suit, a soft sigh as he stretched his legs out in front of him.

“Thank you for this, really.” Eddie said, leaning over to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, “No ones ever cooked for me…it was delicious.”

“You’re welcome,” you said, leaning into his palm as he stroked your cheek, “I enjoy cooking...and I enjoy you.”

“I enjoy you, too.” He mumbled, pressing his lips to yours.

Before you knew it, you were on your back on the couch as Eddie hovered above you, the kiss taking a needy edge. Your shirt had long been removed as Eddie openly felt you up, your tongues brushed against each others as he grinded himself against you - a soft whine escaping both of your lips. Things were getting hot until you heard the dreadful sound of keys jangling outside of the front door.

“I’m ho- AHH! My eyes!” Dustin’s screech came from somewhere behind Eddie’s head, “What the fuck!”

“Dustin! Get out!” You shouted, using Eddie to cover your topless body, “Now!”

“You get out! This is my house too!” Dustin shouted, slapping his hands over his eyes, “On the COUCH, Y/N? Our MOTHER sits there all the time!”

“Jesus, Henderson! Turn around or walk out!” Eddie shouted, trying to help you find your shirt but no luck.

“I’m so fuckin’ blind right now,” Dustin said, stumbling into the wall as he clasped his hands tighter over his face, “Wait! Is that EDDIE I hear? What are you doing trying to have sex with my sister?! On the COUCH that our mother sits on!?”

“Dustin, I swear to god, go to your room!” You shouted, watching as he tripped over the recliner, nearly knocking the entire table over as he rushed out, “This is the worst day of my life. Oh my god.”

“Shut up, Dustin!” You screamed after him.

You heard his bedroom door shut and burst out laughing at the confused look on Eddie’s face.

“Next time,” Eddie sighed as he reached over to grab your shirt, “We’re doing this at my house.”

“Definitely,” you sighed.

“Talk about a cock block,” Eddie snorted.

[heytherejulietx]

care - eddie munson

↳ summary - reader is on her period, and eddie knows just how to help

↳ a/n - this is my first time writing for eddie so i hope you like it :) requests are open to feel free to send some in

↳ content warning - pms, medication, no season 4 spoilers

↳ word count - 1.7k

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Every bump in the road made her wince, and his thumb swiped over the skin of her thigh in a wordless apology. Eddie wasn’t an amazing driver on the best of days, and usually she didn’t mind, she was used to the rickety old van, but each shudder that rocked the vehicle made her move, and moving hurt her cramps even more. She just wanted to curl up in a ball and go to sleep, but they weren’t back at Eddie’s trailer yet, and she was sure he wouldn’t want to carry her inside, even though he insisted that he would. His fingers drummed against her thigh to the song that was playing, pausing every so often so that he could rub gentle comforts against the skin once more.

Eddie had put on some music in an attempt to distract her - Metallica’s ‘Ride The Lightning’, an album they listened to together a lot - and mumbling along to the lyrics helped distract her a little, but not enough.

“For whom the bell tolls,” She mumbled along. Eddie’s singing was a lot louder than hers, and if it wasn’t for the pain she would have smiled in fondness. “Time marches on, for whom the bell tolls.”

Her eyes were squeezed shut, her head completely tipped back against the headrest, but she could tell when the van had stopped. But even once the engine was off and Eddie had stopped the music, she still didn’t move a muscle.

“I can just stay here,” She mumbled, opening her eyes for the first time to glance at her boyfriend. “Just grab me a blanket.”

“Haha, funny,” His eyes rolled, and he turned to face her fully once he had unbuckled his seatbelt. “C’mon, you’ll feel much better in bed.”

She still didn’t move, so he sighed and got out of the van. For a moment she hoped he really was going inside to grab her a blanket, but instead the passenger door was pulled open and Eddie was leaning against it as he looked at her. His expression was of faux sternness, a bad imitation of a parent attempting to discipline a toddler.

“Out.” He nodded toward the trailer.

Y/N frowned, her bottom lip tugged between her teeth as she glanced between the trailer and then back at Eddie. Her eyebrows scrunched together, and she responded in a much quieter and more vulnerable voice. “I… can’t walk properly.”

Her cheeks were flamed red in embarrassment, and being so raw in front of Eddie had tears tingling along her waterline, as if she wasn’t emotional enough. Her boyfriend was a badass, even then as he leaned against the van door. Hellfire shirt sleeves bunched up, revealing some of his tattoos. And there she was, admitting that her period cramps were so bad that she could barely move.

But Eddie didn’t seem bothered. If anything he looked more concerned; his eyebrows furrowed as he leaned into the van, his hand cupping her cheek. Her eyelids fluttered as his cool rings scraped against her jawline. When he leaned in closer, his lips pressed to her forehead, all she could smell was his musky cologne, and even just that helped her feel a little better.

“Take my hand.” He mumbled against her forehead, dropping another kiss there before he pulled away and ducked into the van a little more to unbuckle her seatbelt for her.

It took a moment to force her legs down from where her heels rested on the dashboard, and a moment longer to turn in her seat so her legs hung out the door, but with one of her hands gripping Eddie’s whilst his free arm wrapped around her waist, she managed to get out of the van with just a wince of pain. Eddie used his foot to kick the van door shut, and didn’t let go of her once as he helped her up the stairs to his trailer. Her hand continued to grip his as he unlocked the door, and she let out a quiet sigh of relief once they were inside and the door was shut. It would only be a few minutes at most until she was curled up in bed.

“You want something to wear?” Eddie asked as he gently sat her on the edge of his bed, and she nodded with a small thankful smile.

She hunched over slightly when Eddie had turned to grab her a shirt, her arms wrapped around her middle to press into her stomach slightly. The pain was almost becoming too much, and she wanted nothing more for it to stop hurting. Even just slightly.

“Here,” She glanced up at her boyfriend when he was back in front of her, and smiled slightly in thanks as he placed a shirt beside her. He looked at her for a moment, his head tilted slightly as he took in her posture, and his eyes softened further. “Do you want some help?”

Her throat was too thick and if she answered vocally then she knew she’d cry, so instead she just nodded and sat up a little more so he could help.

She was so thankful that she had chosen to wear a dress that day because it made it easier for Eddie to help undress her. It had been a choice of pure comfort - it wouldn’t be tight around her belly so she’d be in less pain. Eddie leaned down slightly, and as his fingers gripped the fabric of her dress she gripped his shoulders slightly and sat up just long enough for Eddie to pull the fabric out from under her thighs. He gave her a moment to sit back down properly, a grimace running through her as a sharp wave of pain stabbed her abdomen. She had to pause, and Eddie patiently waited until she raised her arms a moment later to pull the dress up and over her head, letting it drop on the bed beside her. His hands gently smoothed across the skin of her shoulders before he leaned over her again, his fingers fiddling with the clasp of her bra to pull that off of her too only once she had nodded that she wanted it off. Eddie helped her pull his shirt over her head, guiding each arm through the sleeves, before he crouched on the floor in front of her to unlace her shoes.

By the time that he had stood back up in front of her, her clothes in a pile on the floor, the dam had finally broken and tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. It was both because the pain was pretty much unbearable, and because of him. He was being so selfless with her that she couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. She hadn’t been dressed by somebody else since she was a child, and he had basically taken her fragile self into his own hands to look after. She sniffled quietly, warmed and emotional by his kindness.

Eddie frowned, his palms warm against her cheeks as he cupped her face to swipe her tears away with his thumbs. “Don’t cry, babe,” He leaned down to kiss her, just a gentle touch, but it was still enough to make her feel slightly better. “I’ll grab you some Advil, ‘kay?”

She nodded, and only once he had helped her lay back against the pillows he left the room. It took a moment for her to get comfortable, but she settled with laying on her side, her legs pressed to her stomach as she sniffled quietly into Eddie’s pillow.

After a few minutes Eddie came back in, and she looked up as he walked around the side of the bed to be in front of her. He gently sat on the bed and turned, his hand underneath the side of her neck to gently guide her to sit up slightly. Wordlessly he gently pushed the two Advil capsules past her lips, and lifted a water bottle to her mouth a moment later for her to swallow them. She sighed as he lowered her back against the pillow again, mumbled a quiet thanks, and watched him smile at her before he got up and left again.

Her eyes were closed by the next time he came back in. She heard the distinct click of the curtain rail as he pulled the blinds in his bedroom, before the bed dipped behind her and his warmth was pressed against her back.

“Move your arm.” He pressed a kiss to her ear as something warm slipped underneath her shirt, and she sighed in relief as the familiar comfort of a hot water bottle was pressed against her abdomen, Eddie’s hand holding it in place. His other arm gently tucked underneath the pillow she was laying on, and his arm wrapped around her gently. His fingers were warm as they gently traced a pattern against her neck, and she leaned her head back against his shoulder with a small smile.

“Is that any better?” Eddie murmured against her ear, and she hummed quietly. His hand was keeping just enough pressure of the water bottle against her belly, and it was slowly ebbing away the pain that had been practically choking her for hours.

“Thank you.” Her voice was still a little thick, her eyes wet, but she managed almost a full smile when she felt her boyfriend's lips press a kiss against her neck.

“Anything for you, sweetheart.” He sealed the promise with another brush of his lips against her skin.

A yawn escaped her as she snuggled back further into his warmth, and his grip on her grew a little tighter, more comforting. He continued to press lazy kisses into her skin as she finally managed to relax, and even as the lines between being awake and being asleep behind to blur, he kept his gentle comforts.

“Love you.” The words were mumbled, sleep hanging off of each word.

“I love you too.” His breath fanned out across her neck as he spoke, and her smile grew slightly as she started to fall asleep in his arms.

[forever-rogue]

Don’t Let the Light Go Out

AN | Here's part two to the “be my fake date”! It’s just a whole lot of tooth rooting softness and fluff! Enjoy 🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 4.4k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you studied yourself in the mirror. The dress was too much. You tugged at the sleeves, contemplating if they should be longer or shorter or entirely different. What if the dress wasn’t enough? Or did it look like you were trying too hard? Or not hard enough? 

“Ugh,” you studied the pretty, pastel little dress and cringed slightly. This was definitely not anything like Eddie’s vibe. Maybe you’d be better off changing into some jeans and a t-shirt…but no. You didn’t have time for that at this point. Maybe that would have made you look too frumpy? But you liked this dress - it was one of your favorites and in the end, you weren’t wearing it for him, you wore it because you liked it and - the doorbell chimed loudly throughout the house, “shit.”

With a quick glance at the alarm on your nightstand you saw that it was twenty minutes after Eddie said he’d be at yours to pick you up. And you still managed to be late…fantastic. You grabbed your converse and slipped them onto your feet before grabbing your bag and running out of your room and down the stairs, almost tripping over the last couple of stairs. 

“I’m coming!” your voice almost turned into a yelp as you almost tripped over your untied shoelaces. Taking a moment to try and compose yourself, you inhaled and exhaled sharply before pulling open the door. You knew it would be Eddie standing there and waiting for you, but the sight still managed to knock the wind from your lungs, “Eddie.”

“H-hi,” he smiled nervously, opening and closing his mouth a few times before holding out a large handful of wildflowers. His hand seemed to tremble slightly, his grasp on the stems solid and tight. There were blossoms and blooms of bright purples, indigos, and pastel pinks, all gathered for you, all softly calling for you. You looked between the flowers and him, your face lighting up with joy and warmth at the tender gesture, “these are for you.”

“They’re so pretty,” you breathed out nervously, reaching to take from his hand, letting your fingers brush against his, trying your best to ignore the sparks that were shooting down your spine, “you didn’t have to Eddie. T-this is so nice of you.”

“I wanted to,” he smiled shyly, an odd nervousness overcoming him. He was normally so comfortable and confident in his skin, or at least able to fake it well, but there was something about you that managed to take that all away. You made him feel so nervous, so awkward, even though he knew he didn’t have to feel like that. He already knew you liked him and he knew he liked you, “the prettiest flowers for the prettiest girl.”

“Eddie.”

“I-I know they’re nothing special, they’re wildflowers, but I…ugh, hope you -”

“I love them,” you promised, and without even thinking you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Just like the first time, it made his skin feel like it was on fire, “thank you. Let me just go and put them in some water and we can go!”

“Hang on just a moment,” he wrapped his fingers around your wrist and kept you from walking away. Before you could even ask what was going on, he leaned down and tied your shoelaces, starting with the right foot and then the left. In your excitement in seeing Eddie, you’d completely forgotten about your shoes, “don’t need you hurting yourself.”

“Thank you,” that smile was enough to make him weak in the knees and he was glad you took his hand and pulled him into the house. He’d been with you for less than five minutes, and he already had your heart. You quickly grabbed a small vase and filled it with fresh water; you could feel his soft brown eyes on you the entire time, watching your every little move. You turned and gave him a small smile, “what?”

“You look beautiful,” a flush of pink rose up in his cheeks as he bit the inside of his cheek. He was worried he’d immediately overstepped any boundary the two of you had, “your dress is pretty. You’re pretty.”

“I…thank you,” you worried your bottom as you set the flowers on the counter, “you look very handsome yourself.”

And he did. He was wearing a pair of dark jeans, ones that surprisingly had no holes or rips, and a soft looking sweater. Your immediate thoughts had turned to wondering how soft it really was, how it would feel against your skin, whether or not it would smell like him. You were still trying to nail down exactly what his scent was; today it was a combination of his shampoo, cologne, and the faint scent of cigarette smoke. You wondered if he’d smoked because of his nerves - he had. Either way, it was an intoxicating smell and you wanted to bury and wrap yourself up in it - in him. You really liked him; you had for a long time after all.

“Really?” his voice was covered with surprise as you just simply nodded at him, “I-I wasn’t sure how it would look, the whole…sweater and jeans thing but Harrington insisted it would be good.”

“You…asked Steve Harrington for fashion advice?” your little giggle made his heart skip a few beats as he nodded sheepishly, “that’s cute - you’re cute.”

“So are you,” he found enough confidence within him to shoot a cheeky little wink. He held his hand out to you, an invitation you eagerly accepted, “I have a few things planned, but we can do something different if you’re into it-”

“No,” you insisted, “let’s do it - whatever you have planned. I just…I’m just happy to spend time with you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah Eddie. I’ve only had a crush on you for like the last four years,” you teased lightly and his whole face lit up with excitement and disbelief. You? You. You of all the people in the world had a crush on him. This had to be some sort of weird fever dream, but he realized it was reality when he felt the soft touch of your hand on his, “let’s go then, Munson! The night is young and we’ve got much to do!”

Oh yeah. He was a sucker for you.

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“The first stop is here,” Eddie hadn’t told you exactly where you were going or what you were doing, but you were more than happy just to go along for the ride. He came around to the passenger side and opened the door for you, holding out his hand to help you out. You took his hand and hopped out, eagerly looking around before turning back to him with an eyebrow raised in question, “mini-golf!” 

“Really?!” you practically shouted in excitement as you bounced on your heels. Eddie’s spirit lifted when he realized you weren’t horrified or put off by his idea, “I haven’t gone in ages! This is going to be so fun - and you’re getting your ass kicked. I happen to take these sorts of things very seriously.”

“Oh yeah?” he was laughing but you just gave him a serious look, attempting to hold it but ultimately broke into a fit of giggles, “it’s on then, princess. Winner gets to pick where we have dinner, deal?”

“Absolutely,” you held out your hand and he gave it a firm shake, “let’s do this.”

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“There is no way,” Eddie looked between your putter and the hole in which the ball had just rolled into. There was a triumphant little smile on your face as he groaned. You’d been pretty much neck and neck in par up until his point, but you’d just crushed his last score on this hole, “how did you do that? What sort of devil magic is this?!”

“It’s called being patient and hitting the ball gently,” you wrote down your score on the little sheet before playfully waving it in front of his face, “you can still beat me, Eds. Last hole - as long as you can beat me by two puts, you win. Don’t worry, there’s still a chance for you!”

“I will,” he huffed lightly, in good humor, as he gently pulled you to the last hole. You liked watching him; he was so expressive and magical that he easily drew you in. He was almost too pretty for his own good, effortlessly so, and it made you want to grab his face and kiss him. But you refrained, your hands twitching lightly at your sides. He set down his ball before dramatically lining up the putter and positioning himself, “watch how it’s done!”

“Show me then,” he inhaled deeply before gently hitting the ball…and watching it roll right past the hole and bump against the end of the path. You didn’t say anything, stifling your laughter as best as you could. He turned to you and playfully glared before going to the ball, “you can do it, Eddie!”

“Silence, m’lady, I require full concentration,” he leaned down and whispered something to the ball which only made you laugh harder before he stood up and lightly hit the ball. This time it gently rolled to the hole and slipped inside after teetering on the edge for a few moments, “there we are.”

“Alright - let me show you how it’s done,” you put your own ball down before tapping it and watching roll the path…and right past the hole. You catch Eddie’s eye and shot him a little wink before following the ball and moving to hit it again. To his surprise, you missed again…and then a few more times before finally sinking it in. You turned to him and held up your hands in defeat, “oops.”

“Alright princess,” he tallied the score and turned to you with his hands on his hips, “you threw that. Don’t even deny it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you smiled innocently before taking a step closer to him, “you just had the upperhand today.”

“Mhmm,” he leaned in, an almost nervous expression on his face as you mirrored his action. His honeyed eyes flicked to your lips for a moment and your entire body was tingling with anticipation of finally being kissed by him. Just as you closed your eyes and prepared yourself for the feel of his lips and then -

“If you’re done, can you leave?” The two of you quickly pulled apart and looked at each other with wide eyes before turning to look at the young girl that was standing at the beginning of the hole. Her face was contorted with disgust, which amused you more than anything; if you had been in her position, you probably would have felt the same way, “hello!”

“Sorry!” you offered her a little wave as you grabbed Eddie’s wrist and started to pull him away, grabbing your balls and putters to quickly hand over to the booth attendant. You didn’t stop until you were in the parking lot, next to his van. You were out of breath but turned to him with a big smile on your face. He’d noticed that you no longer felt the need to cover your smile, and the realization made him even more soft.

Before he really realized what he was doing, he’d taken your face in his hands and was looking at you fondly. Your breath caught in your throat as he leaned in to kiss you again. This time, there were no interruptions and he was able to gently brush his lips against yours. It was a soft, fleeting thing, almost as if he was making sure he wasn’t crossing any boundaries. When he pulled back, you took your chance and gave him another quick kiss. 

“I’ve…I've wanted to do that for a long time,” you confessed shyly, “kissing you.”

“Me too,” he agreed; he wondered if for all the times he'd stared at you, had you been staring right back when he turned away? He smiled and you realized just how pretty of a smile he really had - all toothy and dimples and pure magic, "you ready for part two?"

"Is this part where we go and stuff our faces? Because I'm starving!"

"Absolutely," he beamed, "do you want to pick or should I surprise you?"

"Well you won-"

"You let me win-"

"But I want you to pick," you grabbed his arm and leaned over to kiss his cheek, "surprise me!"

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Your surprise ended up in the form of an off the beaten path little diner that looked more like you'd get murdered there than anything else. But you'd decided to trust him and as soon as you stepped inside, the small place was quaint and homey. It smelled delicious and had your mouth watering before you were even seated. 

You couldn't make up your mind on what to get, so you had Eddie choose for both of you; you ended up splitting everything so you got the best of both worlds. And he'd chosen very wisely.

"Tell me, are those the best pancakes you've ever had or are those the best pancakes you've ever had?" Eddie leaned back in the booth, taking a but before thoughtfully tapping his fork against his lips. You shook your head in amusement, "don't lie, princess. I heard you practically moan when you took that first bite."

"Eddie!" you snorted with laughter, almost choking on your own bite as warmth rose up in your face. He looked pleased with himself as he motioned towards your almost empty plate, "alright, these were delicious. I'll give you that much."

"Don't worry," he winked, "I've got plenty of tricks up my sleeve. I'm not all that bad."

"I've never once thought you were," you promised, grabbing one of the strawberries that was left on your plate and popping it into your mouth. The fact that he was intently watching your every mouth wasn't lost on you. You took the last juicy berry and held it out to him - naturally he had to up the ante. He gently grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand to his lips before biting the berry out of your fingers. You watched him with wide eyes, sure you were going to pass out. When he licked the juice from your fingertips, you almost melted into a puddle.

"Delicious," there was a sly little smile on his face as you pulled your hand back, shifting your gaze to the now empty plate, "everything alright, princess?"

"Mhmm," you reached for his milkshake glass and sucked the rest of it down, "everything's perfect."

"It's the audacity for me," he was smiling though as you shrugged sweetly. You looked at him, trying to commit everything about the moment to memory. You never wanted to forget a minute of your first date with Eddie, "I cannot believe you just drank the rest of my milkshake. Wow."

"Guess that means next time I'll have to take you out and get you another milkshake to make up for it."

"I-is that a promise?" he worried his bottom lip, suddenly feeling shy and wondering if he should have just held his tongue. It was bold of him to assume you'd just want another date, especially when this one wasn't even-

"Absolutely," your gentle reassurance made his heart flutter, "what's next then?"

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“I haven’t been bowling in ages,” your whole face was lit up with the neon glow of the bowling alley sign, eyes wide and excited. Part of him was still convinced this was a dream, but then you slipped your hand into his, entwining your fingers. He could smell the warm, soft scent of your perfume and he was already imagining it all over his clothes, his pillows, on him. It was his favorite smell in the world, he quickly decided, “this is going to be awesome! But just so you know, I’m not planning on going easy this time.”

“Please,” he started pulling inside, “I was going easy on you last time. I happen to be a very…okay bowler.”

“A very okay bowler,” you giggled as you followed him to the counter, conscious of the looks that the two of you were attracting. The two of you presented a very clashing picture; the tall, dark metalhead, intimidating in only looks and you, the soft, gentle girl in a pretty little dress. Knowing how most of the people were close minded, they probably thought he’d kidnapped you. It didn't matter though, you were here and having fun with Eddie. That was the most important thing, “I happened to be a horrible bowler, but I do have a strong competitive side. You better bring your A game, Munson.”

“You’re all talk,” he passed you the dirty, old bowling shoes that had seen better days before sticking his tongue out at you, “and you’re going down!”

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“At least I hit three -  okay, two pins,” you turned around after watching the ball roll weakly towards the fresh set up of pins. You found Eddie standing there and watching, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter as he pulled some hair across his face so you couldn’t see his expression, “don’t be a jerk! You’re laughing at me!”

“I am not,” he insisted meekly as you narrowed your eyes at him. He held up his hands in mock surrender before bowing to you, “I’m sorry, my lady. I wouldn’t dare laugh at such beauty and grace…even if she can’t bowl to save her life.”

“Oh yeah?” you giggled before lightly pushing his chest, “I’d like to see you do better, Munson. This is harder than it looks!”

“I’m already beating you by about twenty,” he looked so proud of himself as you just groaned, “but I’m willing to share some expertise to help you improve.”

“Show me then,” you insisted as you grabbed your ball, ready for your second roll. Eddie came up behind you, his hands on your shoulders as he guided you towards the lane. Your heart felt like it was going to hammer out of your chest at the feeling of his large hands on your skin, “I-I just throw it now right?”

“First you want to make sure your footing is right,” he gently nudged your legs apart with his and it took every fiber of your being to keep yourself from turning around and grabbing him, “and then you want to line up your shot. And then pull back and release once you find the spot you want to hit. And then take a few steps back before throwing so you can move forward with some momentum. Make sense?”

“Y-yeah,” you replied as he slid down his hands down your arms, his touch raising goosebumps all over your skin, “I-I think I got it.”

“No need to be nervous,” his lips were right by your ear, and he knew exactly what he was doing. You knew he knew. He that you knew that he knew. Cheeky. 

“I’m not,” you lied weakly before gently nudging him back, “now let me do this and then knock your socks off.”

“By all means,” he stepped off the lane and watched you take the shot. You were cute when you were so focused - you were cute all the time truthfully - but there was something about the way you scrunched your nose and stuck out your tongue that made his knees weak. He’d been so focused on watching you that he hadn’t noticed you’d actually thrown the ball.

“Eddie!” you jumped in excitement as the rest of the pins fell down and you managed to get a spare! You turned back to him and almost jumped into his arms in excitement, “I did it!”

“You did,” he tried to keep calm at the feeling of you in his arms, how tightly you had him wrapped up in your arms. Oh. Oh. He could get used to this feeling, “that was awesome!”

“Well, I mean I’m pretty awesome, so yeah,” you grinned happily before pulling back and quickly kissing him. That caught him completely off guard and a pink flush spread across his cheeks and nose. You reached up and tapped your fingers across his skin, almost as if you were mapping it out, “you have freckles. I’ve never noticed before, t-they're cute…you’re…I like them - you.”

“That’s good because I happen to like you too,” if you weren’t in the middle of a crowded bowling alley, he would absolutely have kissed more. Instead he opted to be a little more cheeky and grabbed the ball he had been using, “but now you’re going to get schooled. Watch and learn.”

“Alright good sir,” you curtseyed, which only caused him to laugh, “show me then!”

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“Is it bad to say that I don’t want the night to end?” your gaze was concentrated out the window of his van, as you were unsure if you wanted to see his reaction. What if he was more than ready to be done with you and you were being clingy? Awkward. Eddie glanced over at you, and if you would have looked, you would have seen the pure happiness on his face. 

“Well,” he said after a few beats of silence, “it is Friday…and I don’t have to be up early so if you’re up for it, I’ve got another spot we can go.”

“Really?” your voice was colored with excitement as you turned to look at him. He took his eyes off the road a moment to nod at you, “yes. Yes. Let’s do it; whatever it is, I’m with you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Of course, Eddie.”

He was over the moon but tried to keep his cool as he focused on the road. You wanted to spend time with him. You actually freely wanted to spend time with him. Part of him wished he would have made a move much sooner, but he was good with this too. Maybe things really did happen as they were meant to. Either way, he didn’t care. You were with him - he was with you.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“You know, I always thought this place would be scary after dark,” you were sitting next to Eddie at the edge of the lake - Lover’s Lake - on a big, soft blanket he’d stashed in the back of the van. Part of you wondered if maybe he’d planned for this moment, or if he always just kept it around. He made a small sound of amusement before he turned his head to look at you. Your gaze was concentrated up at the sky, studying the stars glittering in the inky black and blue sky, “but this isn’t scary at all.” 

“Don’t worry, princess, I’ll keep you safe if anything were to happen,” his hand was so close to yours, and he could feel your pinky brushing against his. He tenderly brushed his fingers over your skin, thrilled when he felt you flip your hand over so he could hold it, “is this okay?”

“Yes,” you chuckled lightly as you gave his hand a squeeze, “can I admit something to you?”

“Of course,” his curiosity was piqued as you looked at him with a sheepish little expression, “anything. Unless you’re going to like confess to a murder or something…wait - maybe even then. You know what, I’m rambling, just go on.”

“I…when I was a freshman and I first met you - I don’t even know if you remember actually,” you were so sweet and innocent; of course he remembered the day he’d first met you…how could he forget the sat when he was pretty sure he fell in love, “it was at lunch and I’d forgotten lunch money or to bring a lunch. But you saw me sitting there, probably looking so pathetic and shared your lunch with me. You didn’t even hesitate to come sit with me and you were so nice.”

“I remember,” he grinned at you, “you didn’t look pathetic at all. I just…it’s hard to make friends, especially in high school. It looked like you needed a friend…plus, you seemed nice. I don’t know, but I’m glad I met you that day.”

“Me too,” you whispered, “I’ve had a crush on you like ever since, Eddie. I even thought - and don’t laugh at this - about trying to learn d&d just to try and join Hellfire so I’d have an excuse to spend time with you.”

“Really?!” his eyes sparkled with excitement at your confession, and his heart practically constricted. You licked your lips before nodding, “that’s…amazing. Wow - I…never thought anyone actually thought about me, I don’t know. I guess I’ve always felt more or less invisible unless someone needed a punching bag.”

“Not to me,” you promised, “I’ve always seen you, Eddie.”

“Yeah,” he breathed out shakily, “I guess so. You know…I could always teach you about d & d, if that’s something you’d still want to do.”

“Yes!” you agreed eagerly, leaning over to kiss his cheek, “yes, I’d really like that, Eddie.” 

“Well that settles that,” somehow you’d moved to where you were almost falling into his lap. You shifted slightly and his hands found your waist as he helped to maneuver you so that you were properly, in his lap, facing him, only inches apart. His whole body felt warm, and you were sure you’d died and gone to heaven, “h-hi.”

“Hi,” your eyes crinkled in the corner from how big your smile was and Eddie concluded that he was absolutely sold, hook, line, and sinker. He was yours so long as you were willing to have him. You reached up and touched his face, gently stroking his cheek before trailing your fingertips over the high and lows of his face. Even bathed in moonlight he managed to be ridiculously pretty, “you’re really pretty, Eds.”

“I…I, ugh, I’m…” he stammered nervously before you put a finger to his lips.

“You don’t have to say anything,” you whispered, “just take it and let me compliment you.”  

He nodded as you took your hand away. He studied you and both of you subconsciously leaned in so your noses were brushing against each other, “can I kiss you?” 

“On one condition,” you whispered softly.

“Name it.”

“You go on another date with me.”

“That’s not even a question.”

“One more thing.”

“Hmm?”

“Are you free tomorrow?”

“Yes,” he laughed softly, the sound both musical and magical, “definitely. Any time for you, sweetheart.”

“Good, because I happen to like you a lot. A lot a lot,” you voice was barely above a whisper as he almost melted, “and now - yes, you can kiss me. I’d like that a lot.”

“Good. Because I plan on doing that a lot.”

“I’m counting on that.”

[littledemondani]

one last time

eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, oral (female and male receiving: 69), swallowing, brief ass eating, mentions of cocaine, college!reader, reader and eddie are exes, slight angst (if you squint really really hard)

word count: 2k

request: “anonymous said: Eddie and reader 69”

summary: you were only supposed to stop by eddie’s to pick up cocaine and leave. but his intoxicatingly good looks get the best of you.

a/n: reposting this because tumblr’s tagging system sucks and it stopped showing up. anywho, my requests are open! &lt;3

you were only supposed to pick up some coke and leave. but like every encounter you’ve had with eddie, nothing ever turned out quite that simple.

there was just something about his dark brown eyes and his charming smile that never failed to suck you in. it didn’t matter that you hadn’t seen him in over a year. as soon as he opened the door to his trailer, his long, black, curly hair fluffed up like he had brushed his fingers through it a few times, wearing an iron maiden shirt he ripped the sleeves off of and torn jeans, you felt your walls crumble until they were nothing but a pile of rubble.

through the haze of the debris, you managed to walk right back into eddie’s gravitational pull as if you had never left it in the first place. that’s how you found yourself completely naked, your knees resting on either side of his head, facing away from him, while he eagerly lapped at your soaked cunt.

to say you hadn’t missed this, being touched by him in a way no other person you had been with after him could replicate, would be a bold-faced lie. you’d thought about him more times than you’d wish to admit when you were alone in your dorm room getting yourself off. you’d imagine his large hands gripping your hips tightly while you rode him, his plump lips kissing over every inch of your body, his fingertips grazing your skin and the fiery blaze they left behind.

“you taste so fucking good, baby,” eddie groaned beneath you, pulling back a little to spread your lips open with two of his ringed fingers. he was mesmerized by your cunt, whimpering softly as a single strand of arousal dripped from your entrance. “always have.”

he licked a broad stripe from your ass up to your clit, flicking the nub once before taking it into his mouth. he dug his fingertips into the soft skin of your hips, holding you to him as he sucked gingerly. you moaned hotly, bringing your hands overtop his on your hips to lace your fingers together. it might be mundane to others, but to you and eddie, the simple act of holding hands during sex, no matter how soft or rough it might be, meant everything. it was the ultimate form of intimacy for the two of you. nothing compared to feeling him squeeze your hand right before he was about to cum, or in a gentle manner whenever he was railing the absolute shit out of you. eddie welcomed you lacing your fingers with his, groaning against you as he did so.

“eddie,” you mewl, slowly rocking your hips against his face to get more stimulation that what he was already giving you. “fuck…”

the words die on your tongue as he sucks with fervor. he keeps it up for a moment longer before pulling back, pressing gentle kisses all over your cunt. “god, i missed you moaning my name,” he breathed, continuing to kiss and lick along your outer lips. “do it again. i wanna hear you.”

“eddie…,” you moan, a little louder this time, lightly squeezing his hands as you tilt your head back at the feel of his tongue flicking over your swollen clit. “yes..keep doing that.. don’t stop..”

he didn’t need to be told twice, always happy and eager to please you in any way if it meant getting to see you completely blissed out because of him. he thought he’d never get the opportunity to do this to you ever again, and now that he’s able to, he isn’t going to deny you the very thing that you, as well as he, want.

over the last year he had several people he would fuck on occasion. it wasn’t normally like him to have different partners at one time, usually only sticking to one, but he needed a way to get you off of his mind. it backfired, of course. like everything else in eddie’s life, it seemed like the universe was just playing one big fucking game with him. he found himself comparing them to you: how they didn’t pull his hair exactly like you did, how they didn’t do that special trick you did each time you sucked his cock, how their face didn’t scrunch in the cute way yours did right before you came, or how they didn’t moan his name the way you did.

every single thing you did drove him fucking insane, and he could feel his cock straining in his pants — he was too occupied with getting you out of your clothes as quickly as possible that he didn’t even think to remove his own. he removed his hand from yours and reached down to palm his growing erection, desperately needing some relief from the overwhelming ache. your eyes followed his movements, and a wicked glint briefly flashes in your y/e/c eyes. you swat his hand away, replacing it with your own. you gently palm him over his jeans, enjoying the way his cock twitches under your touch. he was always so receptive to you, and it was nice to know that hasn’t changed.

“mm…i almost forgot how big your dick is,” you teased, and a small part of you wished you could see the look on his face he more than likely had at your remark. if you had to guess, it was probably a mix of offense and smugness. eddie always prided himself on being the biggest you’d ever had, and told you you’d probably never have another dick as big as his if the two of you ever split.

“whatever, i’m sure those guys at your college all have shrimp dicks,” he taunted, running his tongue up to your ass. he circled the rim once, twice, before flattening it against you in a massaging motion.

he was right, but he didn’t need to know that just yet.

“wouldn’t you like to know,” you mewl, making quick work of unzipping his pants and sliding them down to his knees. his cock springs free, slapping against his abdomen, and you couldn’t help the filthy moan that clawed its way out of your throat. you ghost your fingers along the shaft, etching every vein and ridge into your memory, just in case this happens to be the last time you see him this way. his cock is perfect, long, and thick, but not too thick to where it’s uncomfortable, with the perfect mushroomed tip that’s already flushed red and leaking precum. you don’t waste another second and lean down to swipe your tongue over the slit, whimpering at the taste of him.

eddie bucks up into you, momentarily stopping his movements to gather himself at the feel of your tongue finally on him after all this time. “fuck, baby,” he moans, his lashes fluttering as he does so. you smirk, running your tongue over him once more before wrapping your lips around the tip. you suck softly, wanting to tease him until he’s begging you to take more of him.

his grip on your hips is tight, and you’re more than sure there’s going to be small bruises in the morning when you wake up. he resumes eating you out, licking down to your entrance. he pushes his tongue inside of you, flicking at a semi-rapid pace. you moan around him, causing him to thrust into you once more. you bring your hand to wrap around the shaft, pumping him just as slowly.

he bucks up again, his silent way of telling you he wants more, and you give him exactly that. you take him down your throat, occasionally dragging your head back and then down again, inching further along as you go. eddie’s groans vibrate against your cunt, and you can’t help but to grind down on him.

you eventually settle on a steady rhythm, pumping the base of his shaft in tandem. he runs his tongue back up to your clit, flicking it side to side using the tip. you moan hotly around him, feeling the coil already starting to tighten deep in your belly. you knew it was only going to be a matter of time before you’re on the verge of your release. eddie could play your body extremely easily, and he could tell by the way you’ve started riding his face a little faster, that you were getting right where he wanted you to be.

he pushed two fingers inside your cunt, pumping them with ease due to how wet you are. the wet sounds went straight to his cock, causing him to twitch in your mouth. he loved seeing how wet he always made you, and knowing that hasn’t changed, has his own release hurling towards him faster than he had anticipated.

“just like that, baby,” he groaned, thrusting up into you a few times before stopping. “your mouth feels like fucking heaven. shit…”

you moan around him in response, and move your hand off of his cock. you take him all the way down your throat, until every single inch of him is seated. he loved it when you did this. it took everything in him not to blow his load right then and there. he groaned hotly, digging his nails even harder into your hips.

before the two of you knew it, you were thrusting and grinding desperately against each other, having made each other so fucking worked up and chasing your highs. you dragged off of his cock, gasping for air as you do so. you replace your mouth with your hand, pumping him at a fast pace. “eddie…i’m so fucking close…please,” you begged in a whiny voice, your eyes never leaving the sight of his cock as he fucked into your hand. “make me cum, eddie…wanna soak your fucking face.”

“how could i ever say no when you’re begging so goddamn pretty for me.” he curled his fingers against your sweet spot as he sucked your clit back into his mouth. he sucked hard, fast, reveling in the way your moans soon turned into screams of pleasure. you continue pumping his cock in your hand for a little longer before taking him back down your throat. you bobbed your head rapidly, determined to bring on his release as well.

after a particularly harsh thrust of his fingers, you came without warning, your jaw slackened as the intense wave of pleasure coursed through you. it was nothing like you had experienced over the last year, making your hearing go fuzzy, legs trembling almost violently. you couldn’t think of anything else than how fucking good it feels, and you never want to go without it ever again.

eddie’s orgasm is triggered by your own, and he shoots hot ropes of cum down your throat. you’re brought back to reality, sort of, and lazily drag your head along his shaft, wanting to prolong his high. he groans hotly against your cunt, lapping up all of your juices until you squirm away from him. he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, panting heavily as he does so.

“holy fuck,” he breathes, gazing up at your cunt through hooded lids. he watches as your walls contract from how hard your orgasm was, and he leans forward to press a chaste kiss to your pulsating clit. “you’re so fucking hot when you cum.”

you pull off of his cock, making sure to swallow every last drop of his cum. you roll onto the side of him, your back against the mattress as you stare up at the ceiling.

“why don’t you make me do it again,” you said, not even realizing the words you had been thinking had actually been said out loud. it wasn’t until eddie had hovered over you, did you comprehend.

“is that what you want?” he asked as his lust-filled, dark brown eyes searched your own for any hint that it wasn’t something you wanted.

you gaze up at him, brushing his messy curls out of his face. “yes,” you nod, leaning up to press your lips to his in a heated kiss. “make me cum as many times as you want to.”

//

tags: @prettyboyeddiemunson @lovelylangdonx @sebby-staan , @dylobilysmomg , @erens-eyebrows , @bigpoppajes , @am-3-thyst , @sammysdepp

[yn-ymn-yln]

The Loner and The Freak

Eddie Munson x reader 

Word count: 1247

Summary: After a run in with the high school cheer squad you go to the only person who makes you feel safe. 

*Hurt/Comfort and Fluff* 

*Eddie really got me back on my bullshit huh?*

“Stop running LONER!”

“Yeah! We just want to talk! Come on!”

Prey… that’s what you were.

Tearing through the woods as fast as your feet would carry you, you don’t glance back to your pursuers, knowing the distance between you and them was growing smaller with each labored breath you took. You imagine this is what the gazelles on national geographic must feel like, eyes wide and searching for an escape, minds muddled with lost hope that they could avoid being someone else’s dinner.

Maybe that’s how this was meant to end. The script you couldn’t see would clearly have printed local loser gets mauled by relentless cheerleaders.

Ducking behind a tree, you quiet your presence as much as you can. Sparing one of your hands wrapped around your knees, you clamp it over your mouth, ears listening for any sounds indicating you weren’t alone. The snapping of branches in the distance tells you they’re close, but not close enough to warrant you bolting out of cover.

“You know you can’t hide forever Y/l/n! If we don’t find you now, we’ll just wait for you at school tomorrow!”

“Is this really worth it?” You almost scoff at the bored tone of the teenage girl. Obviously tormenting you wasn’t as entertaining as she thought. “… All I’m saying is we could be doing something better than running through the woods.”

“Fine! God, you both suck.”

The retreating footsteps of pristine white sneakers sends your frantic heartbeat into a some-what more casual rhythm. As silence fills the air around you once more, you finally allow your defenses to crumble. Trembling hands and harsh pants wrack your frame as your fear manifests itself with thoughts of what could have happened. Images of bloody noses and bruised knuckles play through your mind, while taunting voices promising that no one cared enough to come for you were looping endlessly. The cycle only breaks when the chilled February air caresses your frame, reminding you of the slowly sinking temperature. Winter in Hawkins had never been kind, even less so to the unfortunate souls that found themselves sobbing on the damp leaves still present from a season long since passed.

Dragging your sleeve over your eyes, you collect yourself as much as you can, taking off in the direction of the one person you knew would keep you safe.

Eddie.  

Your savior sits on the steps in front of his trailer, cigarette hanging lazily between his lips, face cast towards the last remnants of fading sunlight. You watch from a distance as his eyes close in contentment, soft brown taking a reprieve from the retched world surrounding him. He doesn’t notice your approach at first, fingers drumming on the exposed skin of his ripped jeans, thoughts far away from you and your endless troubles, but when he does? You swear he becomes his own sun.

“There you are! I waited for like an hour, figured you forgot and walked home.” Without acknowledging his words, you slam yourself into his warm embrace. Face pressed so close to his heart you almost don’t detect the worry in his tone. “You okay sweetheart?”

No.

“Y/n?”

What made you so inferior to everyone else?

“I hate them.” Your voice is wrecked, but it’s almost unnoticeable through the fabric of Eddie’s hellfire shirt.

“Hate who? What happened?” He tries to back away from you, wanting distance to get a peak at your face if only to reassure himself that you weren’t hurt. “Baby?” The cracks in your dam deepen, chunks of concrete chipping away until suddenly it collapses, sobs rip through you at such a rate you worry you’ll make yourself sick.

“I H-hate them so m-much.” He tightens his grip then, pulling you as close to his body as he can, shielding you from everything and everyone.

“Hey, shh, shh, you’re okay baby. I’m right here.” He lets you take your time calming down, gently rocking you back and forth until your breathing evens out. “There’s my pretty girl, why don’t we go inside? Maybe lay down for a bit?” you nod your approval, allowing him to lead you towards his room. You swear these four walls are magic, maybe its just the traces of Eddie you can find anywhere you look, or the memories you made here together, pieces of each of you scattered around the messy space.

He sits you down on the edge of his bed, kneeling in front of you to finally get a good look at the person he fell in love with, the concern radiating off of him is palpable.

“Talk to me sweetheart.” You worry your lip as you gaze into his eyes. Words getting stuck in your throat momentarily before your forcing them out.  

“I’m exhausted Eds. I’m so fucking tired of being hated for everything I do. Why can’t they just leave me the hell alone?” Frustration bubbles up within you, causing you to rub at your face roughly. “I know I shouldn’t let it get to me. I know it’ll only feed their fire, but how long am I expected to run without a damn break?” Eddie wasn’t new to the cheerleader’s insistence on nagging you, though it had never gotten you this worked up before, he knows everyone has their limits. At that he brings you closer, noses brushing as his eyes gaze into yours. He doesn’t speak for a moment, instead he lets his closeness soothe some of the ache in your heart.

“I’m always here Y/n, no matter what. When things are too much, come get me. I may not be able to kick the cheer squad’s ass but I sure as shit can egg their houses.” You can’t fight the smile that slowly blooms on your features, the ridiculousness of your boyfriend’s statement mending a piece of your soul.

“Promise?”  

“Oh, baby I’ll go buy a dozen eggs right now if you want.” The infectious happiness that seems to follow Eddie around like a shadow never ceases to amaze you. Especially now, as your thrown back with the force of your laughter, despite crying only minutes ago. He chuckles with you, running his fingers over your forehead from his position on the ground. “I love you. You know that right?” His smile never falters, though you pick up the undertone of guilt at the edge of his voice.

“Edward Munson, no one and I mean no one has ever made me feel as loved as I do with you. and I love you too” Eddie clambers unceremoniously onto the bed then, burrowing into your neck as his arms wrap around you. his hair tickling you as he gets comfortable.

“We’re gonna get out of this shithole soon. Run as far the fuck away from here as we can and never look back.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm, get our own little place, maybe even get a cat.” Your fingers glide over his cheek, pushing his wild locks behind his ear as he continues. “Course we can’t run too far, Henderson would kill me.”

“Oh my god do I have to share custody with Dustin?” You roll your eyes with fake exasperation, your love for the curly haired weirdo just as strong as Eddie’s.

“Afraid so.”

“I guess you’re worth it, though I totally call having you on Christmas.” Manic laughter sounds by your ear as Eddie pulls away, his lips peppering kisses all over your face.

“Good luck with that sweetheart.”

[redahlia-writes]

crush with eyeliner. | eddie munson

Summary: applying eyeliner to eddie turns out to be a real challenge

Words: 900ca

Content: f!reader, teasing, suggestive language, flirting, fluff, eddie with eyeliner is a warning in and of itself tbh, canon? i don’t know her

Author’s note: slightly inspired by this lovely fanart (chrissy x eddie), except i just changed it to the singer of corroded coffins, this was written in like 15 minutes with no editing so have mercy

also on AO3  - masterlist

“Munson, I’m gonna need you to stop squirming.”

Had you known joining the band would cause you so much trouble, you would’ve stuck to the school choir and waited to be out of Hawkins. Now you were stuck with these morons singing in the Corroded Coffins, which you adored, except when they asked a favor from you.

Like in this moment - straddling on Eddie’s thighs on a chair that creaked worryingly under your weights combined, his hair tingling your wrists as you held his face with one hand and tried to apply eyeliner around his eyes.

You went in again when he stopped moving, brow slightly knitted in concentration, and just as you reached the tip of the brush to his eyelids he moved back, shifting underneath you once again. With a frustrated sigh, you let your hands fall to your thighs.

“Seriously, you’re acting like a child,” you huffed, glancing down at your uncovered legs, at his hands resting on your knees. “Should I remind you you asked me to do this?” “Yes, because it looks good on you,” he retorted, matching your annoyance as he looked up at you. “But that thing coming near my eye is terrifying.”

“It won’t kill you,” you reassured, mockingly, lifting one hand back up.

You placed it behind his head, pillowing it as he tilted his chin slightly up, and took a deep breath in before moving the eyeliner up towards his face. He shifted a little, then gripped your thighs just slightly underneath the edge of your shorts, lips pressed in a tight line.

When the tip of the brush touched his eyelid he tried to move back, face scrunching up in a grimace, but you tightened your hand in a fist behind his head, tugging on his hair - he groaned in response, eyes opening to look straight up at you.

“Stop acting like a baby or we’ll never get on stage,” you threatened, voice lowered.

Eddie’s eyes flickered across your face as his lips parted, the lingering smell of cigarette on his lips brushing your skin as he exhaled then ran the tip of his tongue between his lips, a delicate shade of pink coloring his face as he met your gaze once more.

“Have you always been this bossy, babe?” he hummed, letting his eyes flutter shut.

“Yes,” you responded without missing a beat, keeping your hand behind his head and waiting a beat longer before reaching down again. “You like it though,” you added, a grin clearly in your words.

Eddie chuckled, his nose scrunching up - still, you managed to paint your black line over his eyelid. It smudged a bit at the corner of his eye when he squeezed it tighter, and with the tip of your ring finger you smudged it underneath his bottom lashes.

“I do,” he admitted, the tip of his finger brushing underneath the hem of your shorts - his cold rings kissed your skin, making you lock your legs a little tighter around him. “Is it done?”

“Other eye,” you announced, pushing yourself a little closer. The chair creaked again, and Eddie looked up at you.

“I just have one question,” his hands moved, tracing the curve of your hips from over the denim, then up to your sides, eyes flickering down to the neckline of your shirt - a raggedly cut shirt tucked inside your pants, the sleeve holes low enough to show part of your ribcage and the band of your bra.

“What?” his thumb brushed the exposed skin of your sides, and unconsciously you arched your back towards him. A little grin spread on his lips after he wet them again, eyes moving back up to your face.

“Is this a preview of what might happen later on?” he moved his hands underneath your shirt, ripping the sleeves a little further as his thumb followed the shape of the bra, right over the edge of the band. “Say, after the concert?”

You scoffed, shaking your head as you rested your arm over his shoulder, leaning in a little bit - he straightened his back slightly, as if trying to chase you, but stalled as his gaze shifted down towards your grin.

“In your dreams, Munson,” you retorted, and a mocking, theatrical gasp left his lips. “How’d you know?” he asked, eyes shimmering with amusement.

“Stay still,” you warned, moving to finish applying the eyeliner around his eyes.

This time, his hands splayed over your ribs, Eddie obliged more easily, only once trying to move out of your way - and causing a half-wing pulling down from the corner of his eye. You smudged it with the tip of your finger again, making it more or less similar to the other, and shifted back once you were done.

“So? How do I look?” one of his hands left you, reaching up to flick his hair back in a show of vanity as he batted his eyes. “Hot enough to tempt you?” he added, pushing his other hand behind your back, fingers pressed gently against your spine.

“Eh, I’ve seen better,” you said with a shrug, and the unabashed laughter that left him made the chair creak wildly - you gripped his shoulders as it wobbled underneath you, then leaned closer. “You look great, Munson. I’m sure you won’t be going home alone tonight.”

“Is that a promise?” he grinned, and tilted his head to brush his lips against the corner of your mouth. You couldn’t help the little smile that accompanied your eye roll, even as his hand traveled across your skin, warm, calloused palm and cold rings tracing lines over your back.

“Whatever the hell it is the two of you are doing in there, break it up and put your clothes back on!” Gareth yelled from behind the closed door. “We’re going on stage in five.”

[finniestoncrane]

I don't know if you have done before, but would you be willing to write about a chubby Dano!Riddler? Love your blog!

I'm Too Much

Dano!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 2.7k god i want to hold that soft boy and make him feel loved, chubby!dano is my favourite flavour like for sure. i'm sorry this was so angsty but there's still smut lmao 💚 and also i'm sorry it got so long i just let my feelings dictate this one also thank you to the discord server for hyping this up ;-; request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: self-image issues, hurtful language, self-deprecation, body worship, crying, oral sex

From the bedroom, you could hear shuffling, mumbles and exasperated sighs. Usually, it did take Eddie a few minutes of awkward fabric wrangling to get into his full Riddler getup, but he’d been in the bedroom for thirty minutes, and he was supposed to leave twenty minutes ago. You only got up to investigate when you heard the clattering, the sounds of something being kicked around.

Stepping into the door frame, easing the door open gently, you found him back to you, bracing against the wall, his mask and tools by his feet, boots off, still in his boxers and t-shirt with his signature green jacket on.

“Hey, Eddie-”

He jumped, turning quickly and holding the sides of the jacket closed over him, stomping towards you and trying to intimidate you, to push you away.

“I’m-I’m getting ready, get out!”

“You’ve been in here for thirty minutes…I just came to check-”

“Well, it doesn’t matter because I’m not going so I’m just going to get ready for bed.”

He put his hand on your shoulder, pushing you slightly, the other reaching for the door and beginning to close it.

“Eddie, don’t do that, don’t push me.”

Edward stepped back, face red, eyes averted from you. Stepping back from you, he stood awkwardly, eyeing the room, checking the door behind you as though he were trying to plan his escape.

“Eddie…what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He reached his hand up, wiping his nose and cheeks with the sleeve of the jacket. He looked up at you, glasses steamed up, tiny pools between the bottom of the lenses and his cheeks. “Nothing. Could you please just…leave me alone?”

“If you’re sure that’s what you want.”

He hesitated, face screwing up into an angry little scowl.

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want it.”

“Edward Nashton! Quit the attitude, I’m just trying to help.”

“Ok, well help by giving me some peace and quiet!”

With his cheeks and forehead flushed in red, neck following quickly behind them, you were drawn into him, staring at the way the vein on his temples was pressed out, the way the tendons in his neck were tensed and stretched. And yet, there was no anger behind his eyes, just damp sorrow.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled it softly, his voice cracking, throat raw and choked. “I just…I want…I don’t…”

“Hey! Hey, it’s ok. You’re ok.”

“I’m not ok though!”

“Eddie, you are, you really are.”

“No! You’re not listening to me!”

He brought his hands up, balling them into tightly clenched fists, tapping them softly against the sides of his head and then gripping some of his hair, not pulling, but clutching. You raised your hand to his forearm, gently, trying to pull him away, but he shoved you back.

“Woah…”

“Oh no. Oh no. Oh no! I’m sorry. I’m so sorry! See? See what I mean? I’m just…”

“What, Eddie?”

“I’m horrible!”

He sighed heavily, groaning as he slumped onto the bed. With his head in his hands, you felt comfortable easing forward, entering the room further, the closer you got the easier it was to see his back slightly shifting, shoulders gently shaking.

Your heart sank, a palpable feeling that left you feeling faint and nauseous, but you made it to the bed beside him where at first, he shrank away from your touch before letting himself melt into your embrace, his head on your shoulder where he let his sobs out.

“Oh…oh sweet baby.” With one hand rubbing his shoulder, you let the other tousle his hair, fingers twirling around the soft, delicate strands. “Do you want to talk-”

“No thank you.” His sniffles continued, but he had managed to stop the heavy, chest heaving sobs. Now, he whimpered, muffled against your body, soothing himself, you noticed, as he picked at his fingernails.

“Well, if you feel-”

“My jacket won’t zip up.”

You sat up straight, staring ahead and processing his words. Was the zipper broken? Often, little things like that could set him off, and he could get attached to physical items too, very sentimental.

“Hey, we can fix it if it’s broken, silly.”

“It’s not broken, I…I’m broken.”

As he let out a deep sigh, you held him closer.

“Eddie, you’re not…you’re not broken. You’re fine!”

“I’m not, I’m…I’m clumsy. And I take up too much room! I smother you. I’m…I’m too big. I’m too big for my jacket! I-I’m too big. I’m too…much.”

“Oh, Eddie. Oh no. Come here.” You tried to pull him onto your further, but he pushed back, standing up and backing into the corner, almost cowering, his lip wobbling as he spoke. He put his hands up defensively, trying to hold you off as though you were going to force yourself, your touch and your comfort, upon him.

“Don’t…don’t do that! Because I’ll just crush you. Or I’ll hurt you. I don’t…I don’t want to be touched, please just leave me alone.”

“I can’t do that, Eddie. I can’t leave you by yourself like this.”

“Fine!”

He stormed out of the room quickly, making his way into the bathroom, slamming the door closed and locking it behind him before you could get to him. You slumped against the wall beside the door, listening quietly. You knew you should let him have his space, but you were going to be right outside when he eventually decided to come out.

Behind the door, Edward stood on the cold tiles of the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror. He kept the jacket on, unzipped at the front, slightly too tight around the arms. Uncomfortable. Uncomfortable enough that it made him feel scared, anxious, claustrophobic. Sad. The texture felt wrong, the colour seemed wrong. And the morals behind it no longer mattered because he wasn’t angry at anything else in the world except for him, his body.

Staring into the mirror, he narrowed his eyebrows at himself, mind rushing with all of the horrible things he thought of himself in that moment. Lifting his t-shirt up slightly, he pinched at his stomach. Holding his love handles, he jiggled them, sighing at the sight. With his forefinger, he prodded at the soft skin below his belly button. He put his palm around the bottom of his stomach, lifting it up and letting it drop before placing his palms on the sink and pushing his glasses to his forehead, trying not to smudge them further with the tears that flowed freely.

He was too big. Too much. Horrible. And as disgusting as he was on the outside, he felt worse on the inside. There was no fixing him. No amount of revenge, not even curing Gotham of the curses it was afflicted with, could make up for how rotten he was at the core. He was mould, maggots, sickly sweet like death. And now, the exterior matched.

Eddie felt his grasp on you was tentative as it was. That maybe, the only thing keeping you there, was that you thought he was cute the first time you met. But he couldn’t even keep that in check. No, now, not only did you have a mentally ill boyfriend who could fly off the handle and push you, he was also…too much on the outside. And in that moment, he made up his mind, to let you off the hook for him.

When the bathroom door unlocked, you were standing up straight and facing it in pensive anticipation before Eddie had even opened it.

“Oh.”

“Eddie…”

“You should leave.”

“The…hall?”

“No. The apartment. Or I’ll leave. I can transfer the lease, if you want. But you’re free to go.”

“Free…like I’m…held hostage?”

“Yes. By me. But I can promise you that I won’t hold it against you. You don’t have to be scared of me. I won’t…I won’t react. I won’t try and hurt you or stop you.”

“Oh, Eddie.”

His words were distorted as he whimpered and choked back his sobs, tears falling, sniffling and licking at his lips as he tried to get his words out.

“Because you’re too good for me…and I’m…nothing…no I’m worse than nothing…I’m a lot…big…stupid…”

Taking his hands in yours, holding tight as he made a weak attempt to tear them away from you, shirking at the touch, how warm you were, you stroked the back of them with your thumb.

“First of all, I’d rather have too much of you than none of you, huh?” You let go of one of his hands, nudging his chin up with your fingers, wiping at the tears that fell on his cheeks. “And besides that, Eddie. You could never be too much. You’re perfect.”

“So I wasn’t perfect before?”

“Were you Edward Nashton before?”

“I…guess.”

“And are you Edward Nashton now?”

“I mean…yes?”

“Well then Edward Nashton is perfect, regardless of what he’s doing, what he’s thinking, what he’s planning, or what he looks like.”

“But you couldn’t…you can’t possibly-”

You cut him off with a kiss, your lips meeting his, soft but firm. When he pulled back lightly, you followed him, pressing your palms to his chest to hold him still against the wall, your fingers teasing at his t-shirt as you let the kiss deepen. And yet, he still mumbled against you, not pushing you away, but gripping your forearms to keep you from getting closer.

“St-stop…wait…”

Leaning back, hands still on his chest, you stared straight into his eyes, trying to push past the veneer of strength he was still trying to keep up, despite the tears that stained his cheeks and the lenses of his glasses. As you spoke to him, all efforts to keep you at arm’s length, physically and emotionally, were suppressed by his deeper need to be held, touched, loved.

“Eddie, I love you. I love all of you, however much or little there is of any part. You’re handsome…” you kissed his cheek “…so sweet…” the other “…endearing…” the kisses trailed down his jaw, onto his neck “…and charming…” you kissed his chest, beginning to crouch, finding your knees as you let the kisses trail down his stomach “…warm and soft…” teasing at the hem of his shirt you lifted it slightly, his hands batting you away, turning your focus to the top of his underwear which you teased down, kissing the small tuft of hair that had become visible “…gentle and…”

Eddie’s breath hitched as you pulled his underwear down over his stiffening cock, your pleased exhale at the sight of his member drawing a soft moan from him, his length twitching in reaction.

“You d-don’t…huh…have to…”

“I want to. I want you, Eddie. Every. Single. Bit.”

With your fingers slowly and firmly gripping the base of his cock, you pulled downward, teasing back his foreskin, exposing his head, flushed and wet with precum, before wrapping your lips around it. As you let your tongue flit over the tip, lapping at the sweetly bitter taste of salt that leaked from the slit, you moaned onto him. The gentle vibrations pushed him back into the wall, his jacket cushioning him from the sudden thud. Briefly, you felt his fingers graze over the back of your head before he pulled himself back. You didn’t want to pressure him, or scare him away. If you kept working at him, he'd come around.

Through his clenched jaw he let out a hissing breath, still holding back on himself. By now, he was usually coming undone under your touch, whining and moaning and begging for more, begging for you to make him cum. But he stayed silent, save for the soft, choked groans that managed to escape.

One hand gripped tight onto the front of his thigh, the other trailing between his legs, holding his balls and kneading them lightly, fingers trailing over the sensitive skin as you kept your head moving up and down his shaft at a steady pace. At the sensation, he shuddered, hips twitching forward and pushing the tip of his head to your throat, gagging you. As you coughed, he slipped from between your lips, desperately stuttering an apology.

“I liked it, Eddie. You think you’re too much? You are. You’re so big.” You looked up at him from the floor, batting your eyelashes, letting your lip fall down and your mouth open, ready to accept him again. “Let me make you feel good, Eddie. You know I love you, but I need you to know I want you. I need you to know that I need you.”

It might have been a simplified solution to a larger problem, but in the moment, as he gazed down at you, eyes blank and mouth turning up into a slight smile, you felt that if making him feel physically wanted would open him up further, then that was all you could hope to achieve.

Placing him back in your mouth, one hand gripping the length, pulling your fist up and down along his cock, you open your mouth wide, skin teased back, letting his red and sensitive head smack against your tongue as you groaned. Eddie’s breath was hitching, but he wasn’t breathing out. He looked tense, uncomfortable.

“Eddie, let go. Just…let go.”

You realised then what he had been doing, and though your heart felt like it was breaking you kept up the façade of extreme flirtation and arousal. As he finally let his shoulders drop, his breath coming out in a long, low sigh, you noticed his stomach get less tense too, sticking out a little further, as he’d been trying to hold it in the whole time. Holding back your words, tears threatening to ruin the mood, you pushed on. All you were focused on now was making him feel a semblance of release, hoping that it would loosen him up enough for you to penetrate his thick shell, formed by years of not feeling like he was good enough.

You let your fingers find the hem of his t-shirt, eyes flitting up to see the bottom of his stomach poking out from under it. You teased the fabric up, trying to see more of him, get a better look at his soft, warm skin, a sweet peach colour, biteable and kissable. But he kept pulling his shirt back down. In a forceful move, you yanked the shirt up and over his stomach, resting at his chest, letting your fingers sink into his skin, kneading it and grasping at it desperately. He felt wonderful, undeniably sexy, his features only more loveable with the vulnerability he was letting you share with him. Letting your palms slip to his hips, you pressed your fingers into the softer and chubbier skin there, using his love handles to pull him closer to you, further down your throat.

Gagging lightly, trying to let yourself be a bit sloppier around him, spit dribbling down your chin as you looked up to find him staring back at you with little more than awe, all other thoughts unable to get through past his impending orgasm. With his fingers now firmly at the back of your head, wrapped around strands of your hair, he held you steady as he bucked his hips into you, choked gasps making their way over his lips before he pursed them, tongue poking out in concentration as he let himself spill out into your mouth, manging out a stuttered apology as he pulled himself from you.

You licked your lips, swallowing his load, hoping he saw it as a commitment to how badly you wanted all of him. Wish his palms under your elbows, he helped you stand up, wrapping his body around you. Putting your arms around his back, underneath the jacket, you held him close, humming softly in the embrace. Without breaking the hug, Edward finally spoke in a calm tone.

“If you wouldn’t mind…I’d like to order some food and maybe we can…talk?”

“Only if you keep this exact outfit on. It’s very cute.” Stepping back, he adjusted his glasses, reaching to pull his t-shirt down but he caught your eye, instead letting his palms glide softly over his skin before taking your hands in his and kissing at your knuckles. It wouldn’t be an easy fix, but you were on your way to convincing him that he was valuable, loved, and worthy of adoration exactly as he was.

[dragonmuse]

what does whina and izzy's relationship look like from his perspective? does he tell her anything about his personal life? does she ever meet lucius?

(yes! Of course, let’s have some Izzy getting mom time. Another Anon asked an adjacent questions about Izzy and Whina, so here is his POV and their slow growing bond.) 

Izzy hadn’t been sure what to expect when Eddy had thrown words ‘You’re coming to meet my mother’ at him like a grenade. Like he would with Eddy throwing an actual grenade at him, he caught it like a fucking idiot and let it explode in his face.   

Maybe, if he’d been pressed to imagine which wasn’t his best skill, Izzy would have thought of a woman with steel in her spine. As big and as consuming as Eddy herself. Someone tough, dressed for battle. Or maybe a brassy matron, full of commands and master of her domain. 

Certainly, he wouldn’t have imagined the truth. Whina Teach was a small woman. Not just in stature, but in her whole manner. Her clothes were faded and layered. Shirt, long sleeve shirt, cardigan, all pulled in close to her body. when Eddy hugged her, she disappeared inside the ring of their arms and the fall of their hair. Just the faint rose blush of long skirts swayed free of the pool of black. 

She fed them hearty food, the kind that stuck to the gut on a cold day. She asked quiet questions, never anything that Eddy couldn’t turn away with an easy smile.  

And when Eddy went to the bathroom, she turned her attention to Izzy with an intensity that was, at last, familiar. There was the shape of Eddy under the façade of simplicity. There was the person who had borne the charismatic monster that Izzy worshiped. 

“Are they happy?” Whina demanded. 

What kind of question was that? Izzy rolled a piece of chicken over with his fork. 

“Yes,” he said. “Sometimes.” 

“You do your best by them?” 

“Yes.” An easy one. Thank fuck. 

“If something happened to them, would you tell me?” 

Izzy glanced towards the bathroom. The sink was running already. 

“As long as they let me,” he settled on. 

“I’m giving you my number. Before you go.” 

She had to slip it into his hand while Eddy’s back was turned. Izzy left his own behind on a napkin by the sink.  

“Hey, Mama asked about you,” Eddy told him months later when Izzy had mostly forgotten the whole thing. Or at least assumed it was another weird episode in a long line of them. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah, you’re coming with me when we go back. Proof of life.”  Eddy waited. Prepared for argument. 

“All right. What day?” 

“Dunno yet,” Eddy turned her back on him. “It’s whenever.” 

It was a Sunday. Izzy hadn’t put on a nice shirt on a Sunday morning in years, but at least he wouldn’t have to sit through a sermon. ‘Not into Christ’ was all Eddy had to say on that matter. Whina looked just the same, but her hair was braided back from her face. She took Izzy’s hand, gave it a small squeeze as Eddy went into the house. 

“How are you?” She asked. Sincerely. Like she genuinely gave a fuck. 

“All right,” he didn’t smile at her. But she didn’t smile either. She didn’t seem like a woman prone to smiles. You probably had to earn them. 

“Mama!” And fuck, Izzy wanted to poke at them over that. What grown person called their mother ‘Mama’. But he never would. Izzy did have had a limited understanding of the sacred. “Where’s the sugar?” 

“I got a little ceramic dog to keep it in!” She yelled back, not very loudly, but it carried apparently. They both heard the ‘tink’ of the a lid being removed.  “That kid and sugar.” 

“Yeah, they don’t really do vegetables,” Izzy offered. Whina sighed, releasing him. 

“I suppose some things don’t change.” 

Eddy changed lightbulbs after drinking their coffee.  

“Hey, can you check her oil?” Eddy gestured outside to the driveway. 

It was due for a change. Izzy spent the afternoon puttering around Whina’s car. She brought him out a sandwich, set it on the hood. 

“You know Eddy’s napping,” Whina said wryly. 

“Figured,” he shrugged. “This is my area, not hers.” 

“Is that what you do? At the job?” She asked tentatively. 

“Sometimes.” 

“And others....” 

Izzy gave her a sharp look. She didn’t shy away from it. He picked up the sandwich and took a bite. Whina nodded and  folded her arms over her chest. 

“Are your parents alive?” She asked. 

“Yeah. Were last time I checked.” 

“When was that?” 

Izzy had called over the holidays. Not long after he’d met her. 

“Hello?” 

“Hi, Ma. It’s me.” 

Hopefully: “Jonah?” 

“No...no. It’s Izzy, Ma.” 

“Oh. The check cleared if that’s why you’re calling.” 

“I was calling because it’s Christmas. Just wanted-” 

“You already told me you weren’t coming.” 

“I can’t.” 

“So?” 

“So...Merry Christmas, is all.” 

“Your sister has mono. It’s not very merry. And your father lost his job.” 

“I’ll send more money next month.” 

“Do you want to talk to your sister? Delilah! It’s your brother! ....Israel. No....YOUNG LADY, GET BACK HERE RIGHT-” 

Izzy had hung up. 

“Few months ago,” he mumbled. 

“Do they worry about you?” 

“No,” he said without hesitation. He prepared for an argument. Some appeal to his tender side. 

“I didn’t think so,” she nodded. “I’ll do it for them then.” 

“You don’t-” 

“I’m already worried about Eddy all the time. I can spare a little for you. Thank you for the oil change. Eat your sandwich.” 

He ate the sandwich. 

The calls started after that. Just one every six weeks or so. She usually got his voicemail and would leave very short, unemotional messages. 

Izzy, this is Whina. Call me back if you get the chance.  

The first time he had played the message twice through, trying to determine if there was some emergency or urgency. But there was none. The only other message on his machine had been from his dentist and he’d been gone for three weeks. 

He called her back. 

“Hello?” 

“Hi, Whina, it’s Izzy. I got your message,” he stared blankly out the window. His view was of a brick wall. This place was such a shitbox, but it was a blissfully quiet shitbox. 

“Thank you for calling me back,” she said, a thin thread of warmth there. “How are you?” 

“Uh, I’m fine. So’s Eddy. We landed a few hours ago.” 

“Where were you?” 

“Belgium. Cold this time of year. I think Eddy sent you a postcard.” 

“I’ll look forward to that,” she said mildly. “The worst part about travelling is coming home to no food in the house. What are you doing for dinner?” 

“I froze some stuff before I left. Probably just reheat that.” 

“You cook?” 

“I-yeah. A little. Nothing fancy.” 

“Me either. But fancy isn’t really necessary, is it?” 

“Not for me,” he agreed. 

“Well, I won’t keep you from your dinner. Be well, Izzy.” 

“You too. Good night.” 

“Good night.” 

It was the longest conversation he’d had with someone he didn’t work with in weeks. Possibly since the last time he’d seen her. He held onto the phone for a long time. 

After that, it became a regular thing. He would call when he got the message. They wouldn’t stay on for more than five or ten minutes, but she’d ask after him. Get more specific the more she knew. He would tell her about Eddy, feeding her what drips and drops he could. She never pushed for what he couldn’t. He lied to her, but as minimally as he could. 

Sometimes, she sent him letters. They didn’t contain anything handwritten. Just recipes or an article she’d cut from a magazine that she thought he’d be interested in. He’d find them tucked among the bills and catalogs like gold nuggets in mud.

He made all of the recipes. Told her as much on the phone. 

“Did you like it?” 

That he tried to be honest about. What worked and what hadn’t. Once he’d fucked up and filled the apartment with smoke and when he sheepishly told her as much she’d laughed and it was Eddy’s laugh, startlingly loud. 

“I almost burned down my mother’s kitchen when I was sixteen,” she assured him. “Doing something almost just like that. It happens. No one was hurt, it’s all fixable. What did you wind up eating?” 

“Toast,” he admitted. 

He didn’t tell Eddy about the phone calls. Especially not once Eddy made it clear that whatever time he’d spent in her bed had come firmly to an end. What if he told her and Eddy made him stop? He would. Of course he would. But what she didn’t know, she couldn’t put an end to. 

“Let’s go,” Eddy snapped at him, after a particularly ugly job. Izzy wanted nothing more than to crawl into his shit apartment and sleep for a week. 

“Where?”  He pushed his hair out of his eyes. His hand met with grit and oil. Fuck. 

“Mama’s.” Eddy shouldered her duffel bag. “Hustle.” 

Izzy hustled. He had assumed his invitation had been permanently rescinded, but instead, he was welcomed with the same hand press Whina had always given him as soon as Eddy had been duly hugged, petted and sent inside. 

“You don’t look well,” she determined. “Either of you.” 

“Rough job,” he agreed.  

“Come in, eat dinner. Don’t fix anything.” 

The food disappeared, both of them suddenly ravenous when everything smelled fresh and good. Eddy even wolfed down the broccoli without comment, apparently deeming it acceptable with all the cheese. Afterwards, Whina produced a bowl of fresh cut strawberries, swimming in whipped cream and didn’t bother dividing it up, just handed out forks. 

“Where’d you get these?” Eddy asked, spearing several in one go.

“I went berry picking with a gentleman friend.” 

“Mama.” 

“What?” She lifted her brows. “Am I not allowed to have a friend?” 

“No, of course. I just...” Eddy glanced at Izzy, helplessly. 

“What’s his name?” Izzy asked. 

“Stan. Nice man, widower. He paints houses, I met him at Mrs. S’s place. You remember her, Eddy.” 

“The blue haired witch,” Eddy said sourly. 

“Yes,” Whina agreed with a shrug. “But she hires nice painters. And anyway, it was just an afternoon picking strawberries and lunch.” 

“Lunch is where the danger is,” Eddy warned. 

“Not in my experience,” Izzy kept his eyes on the bowl, so he would miss Eddy’s reaction. “Gotta watch out for after dinner drinks.”

The steel toe of Eddy’s boot cracked hard into his ankle, but Izzy barely noticed. Whina was smiling at him, her eyes crinkling up. 

“That’s been my experience too.” She ate a strawberry slowly.  

Izzy thought that was definitely the last time Eddy would bring him around. He dutifully returned Whina’s calls anyway. Made her recipes. And the next time, Eddy barked ‘Come on, she's expecting us an hour ago’, he tried hard not to look surprised. 

It took another few years, but eventually, he visted her on his own. Another thing he never told Eddy, wasn’t sure if Whina ever mentioned it either. They weren’t long visits, just like the calls weren’t long. Usually he’d check her car over, they’d eat lunch and talk lightly about nothing and always a little about Eddy. 

Lying was a part of the life. 

Fuck did he hate lying to her though. He was absurdly grateful that she rarely made him. 

“Can I ask something personal?” She ventured, so far down the road that it surprised him that she bothered to check. 

“Yeah, shoot.” 

“Eddy...” she began then, sighed. “There’s no good way to ask this. But you and Eddy, are you together?” 

He hadn’t turned that red that fast since he was a kid caught with his hand in a literal cookie jar.  

“No,” he answered quietly.  

Whina nodded once, not looking him in the eye. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t even have asked. I worry that I ruined that for them. Me and their father. That something broke that can't heal. They don’t have much romance in their soul.” 

“Not exactly a valentine myself,” Izzy frowned. “I don’t know. What they think about love. It’s not the kind of thing we talk about.” 

“So that ring around your neck? Not Eddy’s.” 

“No.” 

“Who were they then?” 

“Faith,” Izzy swallowed thickly. “Her name was Faith.” 

“Tell me about her.” 

He would’ve helped Eddy with the logistics of buying the house anyway, but he did it without a single complaint after that long afternoon. 

“You sweet on my mother?” Eddy teased, in a very good mood as Izzy handed them a pile of things to sign. 

“Someone should fucking get something nice after the goddamn Shanghai job.” 

“Amen,” Eddy groaned. 

The years went on. Whina retired and sometimes Eddy and Izzy would show up to her house to find it full of women her age working tirelessly at some project or another. Cell phones lodged into their pockets and Whina gave up on calling Izzy’s landline as soon as she figured out he would always pick up on his cell right away.

“I want a computer,” she told Eddy and Eddy gifted her a laptop for her birthday. It was Izzy that talked her through making an email address, tapping into reserves of patience that would leave him without any for weeks after. 

But it was worth it when he sat down after a run ragged day and found a typo-riddled message from needleandthread4876@ail.com asking about his attempts at lasagna and mild complaints about the weather. Once, she sent along a link with a coupon for the brand of boots he always wore. 

“Those new?” Eddy asked. 

“Yeah,” Izzy shrugged. “Soles were worn out on the old ones.” 

“Heard a rumor you can own more than one pair at a time.” 

“Sounds like a fucking scam.” 

It was a rainy day in March when Whina called late at night. She was usually in bed by nine, an early bird by need once and now routine. Izzy sat bolt upright, heart thudding in his chest. 

“What’s wrong?” he demanded. 

“It needs to stop, Izzy,” she sounded like she’d been crying. “You and Eddy...you need to get out.” 

“What? Why?” His mind raced, he reached for his gun. Had he missed something? Had someone told her something? 

“Those moods. Those dark moods, Izzy. Do you think they have nothing to do with what you get up to?” 

“You called Eddy.” Shit. And they’d picked up. Usually Eddy didn’t bother with the phone when they were like this.  Once, Izzy would've been with them to make sure she didn't. Eddy wouldn't let him stay anymore.

“When they were just a little thing, it happened sometimes. But I knew why then. Now...whatever it is your doing it stops. Do you hear me? You both get out.” 

“They’ll be all right. And I’m-” 

“You’re a goddamn wreck.”  She had never sworn before in his hearing. He’d tried so hard not to do it, at first because Eddy had told them and then because she never did. It was bone chilling. “You twitch and bark and pace. They’re lying and suffering and day dreaming their life away. It’s enough. Get Eddy out of there and take yourself with them while you’re at it.” 

“Yes, m’am,” Izzy said automatically. All the protests, all the anger he would’ve blasted at anyone else simply could not rise in the face of her heartbreak. 

“Do it now,” she pleaded. “Please.” 

“Yeah. Yes. All right, I’m going.” 

And he fucking went. 

The business was sold and done within a month.  

Within another month,  they had an office. A sign on the door. Apparently insurance companies always needed someone to follow a fake, poke around supposed claims. It was, after the madness of the last twenty years, easy work. 

Whina sent them a fruit basket, carefully free of all stone fruit, the day they opened. 

“How long have you been talking to my mother behind my back?” Eddy dug out an apple. 

“Wasn’t being sneaky about it,” Izzy shrugged. 

“The whole fucking time then, huh?” 

“Just about,” he admitted. 

“Of fucking course,” Eddy bit into the apple. Izzy waited for the anger, but it didn’t come. “Thanks, I guess.” 

“Yeah, sure.” 

I didn’t do it for you, never made it through his teeth, but he thought it very hard. 

The Revenge and Stede motherfucking Bonnet crashed like a comet into their lives, scattering the scraps of normal they had started gathering together. 

“What’s he like?” Whina asked.

“He’s-” Izzy had a line of insults built up. He could curse Bonnet’s name in three languages and still not be satisfied. “Fine.” 

“Izzy,” she scolded. “Tell me about the man my child loves.” 

“He’s a doofus,” he settled on. “But he mostly means well. He’s terrible at business, but too rich for it to matter. He...he treats her well. Really well.” 

“What else can I ask for?” Wistful, grateful. 

What else could Izzy ask for?  Eddy still at his side for work, but more even-keeled. Happy about it even, dancing around the office, prodding at him with a toothy grin. Still carrying him along in their wake, but their wake was a good place to be now. 

“I don’t know.” 

“Well, maybe for you to find the same,” she amended. 

Izzy, who had been walking just out of Spriggs’ reach for weeks, finally let himself get caught. Maybe even did some reaching back. And when things were serious enough that Izzy thought it might stick, might mean something, he found in himself to ask, 

“Would you come with me sometime to meet someone?” 

“Someone who?” Lucius licked his lips. “I fucking love this, by the way. What the hell kind of cheese did you put in this? Is it laced with drugs or something?” 

“Someone who taught me how to make that.” 

“I will meet them and gladly kiss them on the lips.” 

“Don’t do that. For all our sakes, but mostly yours. Eddy would actually kill you.” 

“Who am I meeting?” Lucius’ eyes went wide. 

“Eddy’s mother. She’s my...” Izzy had never had to put a word to it before. Whina was Whina. Immutable and factual as Eddy herself. “Friend, I guess.” 

“Your friends with Eddy’s mother,” Lucius repeated. “For real? What is with you two, honestly.” 

“A lot," Izzy shrugged.

They drove down on a Sunday. Lucius wore a blazer which seemed like overkill, but Izzy didn’t say a word. The house had only gotten more pretty under Whina’s care, flowers blooming along the paving stones and pale wood rocking chairs on the porch. 

“What if she doesn’t like me?” Lucius asked, staring up at the cape code like it was a fiery pit. 

Izzy shook his head, “She will. Come on.” 

Whina stepped out before they could get to the door. She held out her hands to Izzy and he took them. 

“I’m so glad you brought him,” she said solemnly. Then released him in favor of taking Lucius’ hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” 

“From Izzy?” Lucius’ voice rose in disbelief. 

“And Stede. A little from Eddy. Apparently you torment them,” Whina raised her eyebrows. 

“Uh,” Lucius winced. “Little bit?” 

“Good,” Whina nodded once. “She needs that sometimes.” 

Lucius laughed, “Oh, does she ever. I bet she doesn’t tell you how mean she is to me first.”

“Is that so?” Whina glanced at Izzy. 

“Don’t look at me. I’m not there for it. I just get the complaints at both ends.” 

After that, Lucius unwound enough to just be himself, asking the right questions, listening and then telling saucy, but not racy or cruel stories about Eddy’s early days in drag.  

“But what about my Izzy,” she asked, when Lucius wound one down. “What has he been up to that he won’t tell me?” 

He didn’t really hear the tale that Lucius told. It was fine, barely embarrassing, anyway. 

My Izzy  rang in his ears.  

The drive home was filled with music for a while, then abruptly, Lucius hit the mute button. 

“I like her a lot.” 

“Yeah, pup. She’s likeable.” 

“No, I mean...she’s cool. Funny. And like...I don’t know. My mom is a fucking pill, even if I could just bring you home to her, I wouldn’t. It’s a punishment, not a rite of passage.” 

“Yeah, I figured. If I met her, I’d probably have some words for her you wouldn’t want me to fucking say anyway.” 

“Probably, but not really my point,” Lucius rested his hand on Izzy’s thigh. “Thanks, is my point. For letting me meet her.” 

Izzy could hear the things Lucius didn’t say these days. Clearer and clearer it seemed. The gaps that he left for him to fill in. 

“Did you give her your number?” 

“Yeah, while you were in the bathroom.” 

“Pick up. If she calls.”

“I can do that.” 

“You can...you can tell her whatever. If she asks.” 

Izzy had no idea what she and Lucius talked about over the years, but they definitely do. Lucius visits with him one out of every three times and they’re always laughing over some private joke or another. When Read arrived, Izzy started pointing her into the backseat too. Whina doted on her, filled her with carbs and practical advice, sent her home with mended clothes. 

“How did Eddy come from her?” Read asked, bewildered after that first visit. 

“What do you mean?” 

“They couldn’t be more different.” 

Whina wasn’t tall or ferocious. She didn’t make anyone tremble with anger or charm. But she had rearranged Izzy’s life. Arrived into it with ceremony and rendered him unable to resist, given him marching orders that he was helpless not to follow. 

“They’re more alike than not.” He settled on. “You’ll see.”