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Fucking beautiful

𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your father, jason carver, promises you one thing and can’t deliver it to you. you decide to get back at him and it him where it really hurts: eddie munson. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: older!eddie munson x carver&cunningham!daughter!reader (READER IS JASON AND CHRISSY’S DAUGHTER) 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: age gap (reader is 18, eddie is 56), brat!reader, mentions of birth control, genital piercings, smut (MINORS DNI): p in v sex, unprotected sex, spitting, blowjobs, slapping, choking, pain kink, praise kink, master kink, daddy kink 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: the plot here establishes reader as the biological daughter of chrissy and jason, which does imply reader to be white, but that is in no way to say anyone isn’t more than welcome to read this. shared features of reader to her parents are mentioned (ears/smile?) though they are limited. i just wanted anyone who may be off put by this to know before they get into any of the reading, so they can choose to read or not if that’s something that would take them out of their emersion <3

Why the fuck were you here? The trailer park was dark and quiet in the nighttime, and you crossed your arms over your chest as you walked from your car to the front door of the trailer. You kept repeating it to yourself— what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck— as you knocked on the door of the trailer, and you heard a rustling from inside as the occupant moved around. You had certainly woken him up, and your palms felt sweaty. You were being stupid. You should just turn around and apologize to your father and forget the entire thing, but, just as you were turning on your heel to get back into your car, the door flew open.

“Umm,” the older man started. “Can I help you?”

You sighed. You knew Eddie Munson from a distance, solely as the mechanic who worked on your car from time to time— time to time meant at least once a month because, even though your dad had bought you a nice car for your 18th birthday present, he hadn’t bought you a good car. The cherry-red Porsche sat behind you, the very same car that Eddie fixed often, and he peered over your shoulder at it. “Is something wrong with your car?” he asked. “It couldn’t wait ‘til the shop opened at 8?”

“No, no, nothing’s wrong with my car,” you mumbled. “Well… Actually, it’s started making this weird noise when I start it up, but that’s— That’s for later. No, um, my dad’s pissed me off super bad tonight, and I just, umm, figured you could… help…? Maybe?”

“Your dad, huh?” Eddie asked. He leaned back inside the trailer for a moment, and you nearly thought he would slam the door in your face, but all he did was grab a green-and-white carton of Newports and a lighter. He slotted a cigarette between his lips and gestured at you to talk, and you watched his tattooed fingers flick the Zippo and light up his cigarette before you swallowed thickly. “What’s he done?”

“Well, um,” you started. “Do you know who my dad is?”

“No clue, sweetheart,” Eddie said. He blew out a mouthful of smoke and plucked the cigarette from between his lips, and he rubbed his big hand down his salt-and-pepper facial-haired chin. “Who is he?”

“Jason Carver,” you said slowly. “You went to high school together?”

“Carver,” Eddie spat. “Yeah, I remember Carver.” He crossed his arms, the sleeves of his wrinkled shirt tightening around his muscles, and you bit your lip as his tattooed skin pulled with it. Eddie had tattoos everywhere, on his neck and arms and hands and fingers, behind his ear and on his throat, and you wondered exactly where else he had tattoos. “He made my life a living hell.”

“Yeah, he’s doing the same thing to me,” you grumbled.

“No way, wait,” Eddie laughed incredulously. “You’re Carver’s daughter? The valedictorian, captain of the cheer team, that’s you?”

“Well, jeez, don’t make fun of me,” you pouted. “How do you know that?” For all that Eddie seemed to know about you, you knew very little about him: he had a smoking problem and an ex-wife problem, you were sure of that, but anything else was a mystery to you.

“Heard it around town,” Eddie shrugged. “I didn’t think that Carver could make something as pretty as you. You don’t even have his big ears or anything.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, and you covered your mouth as you smiled. “Dad does have big ears,” you said softly. You almost missed how Eddie had complimented you, and you pushed your hair behind your ear as you chewed your lip. “But Dad’s fucked up, and I’m really pissed.”

“What did he do?” Eddie asked, puffing on his cigarette again. “Took away your vape or something?”

“I’m not that shallow,” you huffed. “It’s just that… It’s a little stupid. I mean, it’s a lot stupid, it’s the stupidest thing in the world, but, umm, I have a bunch of friends that are going to Paris for their graduation trip, and Dad said that I could go, but, tonight, he just hit me with this whole thing of, like, ‘oh, it’s too expensive, we just bought you the Porsche’, but I didn’t ask for the Porsche and he told me I could go before he even bought me the stupid car, and I’m just—”

“Hey, easy,” Eddie said, reaching out and putting a hand on your shoulder. “Take a breath. So, he told you that you could go on this trip, but now he’s saying you can’t?”

“And he promised me!” you whined. “He said I could go, but now he’s-he’s being such a dick! He said that he can’t afford the trip and the car, but I didn’t even want the car in the first place! It’s not fair!”

“Oh, sweetheart, calm down,” Eddie said, and he steered you into his trailer, shutting the door with his foot once you had crossed in. The trailer was messy but clean, smelling like laundry soap and cigarette smoke, and Eddie fell back onto his couch and patted the empty space next to him, inviting you down. You knew that, once you sat next to him, your plan would fully be in motion, and your heart beat quickly. “C’mon, sit down, tell me all about it.”

“Aren’t you angry I’m bothering you this late?” you mumbled.

“Not angry,” Eddie said. “I’m just… Your dad pretty much ruined my life in high school, and it’s petty of me, but I wanna make sure you know that you’re not alone. Your dad’s been a bully since day one, and it’s not fair, you’re right. If he promised you something like this and then rolled back his promise, that’s not fair. But, sweetheart, I mean this in the nicest way, but you’re also acting like a huge fuckin’ brat.”

“I am not!” you said quickly. “You just said it, you agree it’s not fair!”

“Yeah, but why’re you here?” Eddie asked. “You couldn’t, like, call one of your friends to cry about it? You had to come to me? Baby, I was asleep, it’s one in the fucking morning.”

“Well, God, sorry it took me so long to get ready!” you snapped.

“Get ready for what?” Eddie asked. “Don’t tell me you did all of this—” he wagged his finger up and down your body, obviously talking about your dress and shaved legs and perfect makeup, “Just to come out to the trailer park to talk to me.”

“Alright, I won’t tell you,” you said quickly. Eddie’s eyes widened for a moment, and he started to ruefully laugh, pushing himself up from the couch.

“I see what this is,” he said. “You’re pissed at your dad, so you think that if you, I don’t know, sleep with me or something, you’ll be getting back at him. Right?” He looked at you, and you clenched your back teeth. He had hit the nail directly on the head, but you didn’t want to give yourself away that easily. What’s the fun in that?

“I just wanted to talk to someone else who understands how awful my dad is,” you spat. “I’m not a slut, Mr. Munson! And you’re more than twice my age, probably three times my age, I bet you can’t even fuck anymore anyway! As if I’d wanna fuck a freak like you!”

“A freak, huh?” Eddie said. “Apple fell in a straight line from the tree.”

“Fuck you,” you seethed. Now he was seriously making you mad. “I am nothing like my dad.”

“Oh, really?” Eddie asked, narrowing his eyes. “‘Cause all I see in front of me is a little princess who’s throwing a tantrum ‘cause she didn’t get her way. Aw, the rich girl can’t go to Paris with her friends ‘cause Daddy bought her a Porsche? Boo-fucking-hoo, cry me a river, sweetheart. Your dad got everything he ever wanted, and you’re exactly like him.”

“Fuck you,” you said again, and hot tears needled at your eyes. No. No crying in front of him. Absolutely not.

“Is that all you can think about?” Eddie asked. “Fucking me?”

You huffed and stood up, stepping forward to leave and to try to forget the entire interaction, but Eddie’s inked hand shot out and grabbed your arm. His grip was tight, his eyes dark and hard, and he rolled his cigarette in-between his lips. “Wait just a second, baby,” Eddie said. “Listen, you are being a little princess and a brat and a total pain in the ass, but… I’d be lying if I told you that you weren’t a pretty little thing. Sometimes I wonder how Carver’s daughter could be so pretty, then I remember you’re also Chrissy’s kid. God, baby, I had such a crush on your mom in high school.”

“Ew,” you sneered. “You’re gonna fuck me ‘cause I look like my mom?”

“No,” Eddie said. “I’m gonna fuck you ‘cause I know it’ll make your dad so angry, it’ll probably kill him.”

“So you are gonna fuck me?” you asked.

“You’re 18?” Eddie asked, and you nodded. “Show me your license.”

“I’m not lying,” you said, but Eddie raised his eyebrows at you. “Fuck, fine.” You tugged your wallet out of a pocket on your jacket and flipped it to show him your driver’s license, and he scoured it until he found your birthday. Eighteen, as of five months ago. Questionable, sure, but not illegal.

“Are you on the pill?” Eddie asked next, and he shifted to stub out his cigarette in a nearby ashtray.

“Yeah,” you said, then hesitated before you added, “And I brought condoms.”

“Of course you did,” Eddie chuckled. “This was your plan all along, huh? I fuckin’ knew it.”

“Okay, can you blame me?” you asked. “I just… I’m really pissed at him, and I know how badly you wanna get back at him too.”

“You don’t have to convince me anymore, baby,” Eddie said. “You’re not a virgin, are you?”

“Virginity is such bullshit,” you said. “It’s a social construct meant to cage and restrain people—”

“You can knock it off with the morality lesson, kid,” Eddie said, and you felt a gush of wetness cover your thighs. Why did him calling you kid turn you on so badly? “‘Cause I’m not fucking you if you’ve never had sex before.”

“I-I have,” you stuttered, and your cheeks flamed with embarrassment as Eddie raised his eyebrows at you. “I have!”

“What was his name?” Eddie asked.

“You wouldn’t know him,” you said quickly, and Eddie laughed.

“His name, baby,” Eddie said. “If you’ve fucked a guy before, you should be able to tell me his name.”

“John Sinclair,” you said finally, after a few long moments of silence.

Eddie started for a moment. “Sinclair?” he said. “Lucas’s kid?”

“Oh, God, don’t tell me you know his dad too,” you groaned.

“We all went to high school together,” Eddie explained. “Sinclair was in my DnD club. Is Max this John kid’s mom?”

“Yeah, his mom’s named Maxine,” you said. “What’s DnD?”

“Way to make me feel old,” Eddie mumbled. “If I go up to him and ask him if you guys have fucked, he’ll say yes?”

“Yeah,” you said. “He will, I promise. It was right after prom last year, he was my friend’s date—”

“Oh, wow,” Eddie laughed. “Fucking the friend’s date, not even your own. Jesus Christ, you’re just used to getting what you want, aren’t you?”

“Can you blame me?” you asked, batting your eyelashes at him.

“No, baby,” Eddie grinned. “Guess I can’t.”

And with that, he leaned down and grabbed you by the sides of your face, and he kissed you. You squeaked with the taste of him, all cigarettes and skin and man, and you grabbed hard at his shoulders, letting him slide his tongue between your glossy lips. Sure, John had been nice to you and respected you when he had taken your virginity in the back of his car, but you didn’t want Eddie to respect you. You wanted him to fuck you, to leave bruises and hickies that your dad would see and ask about. You wanted Eddie to take out 40 years of anger against your dad on you. “Mr. Munson,” you gasped, your tits swelling with breath and pressing against his chest. “Fuck me, please.”

“I will, princess,” Eddie said softly. His hands fell from your face and traveled down to your hips, stopping for a moment to squeeze and paw at your tits, and he finally rucked up your dress and huffed out a laugh. “No panties? And you say you’re not a slut.”

“I’m not,” you whined, and Eddie laughed.

“Seems like you are,” Eddie said. “Coming to my place, chasing older cock just to make your dad upset. Sure seems like something a slut would do.”

“I’m not a slut,” you told him, but you were struck quiet when his big, inked hand cupped your wet pussy, letting his middle finger pass along your slit.

“So fucking wet,” Eddie whispered. “You like to fight, don’t you? Gets you all hot and bothered, huh?”

“All the better for you,” you replied, and Eddie landed a kiss on your neck.

“Yeah, fuckin’ better for me,” Eddie said. “You’re gonna be so good, I know it. Get on the bed, baby, take off your dress.”

You toed out of your sneakers and did as he told you, traveling to the back of the trailer to a half-open door. You pushed it open and looked at the room for a moment— clothes everywhere, a vintage guitar hanging on the wall— before you focused on the large bed, and you sat down and smoothed your skirt over your thighs. Eddie followed you in, kicking the door closed, and his hand drifted down to his crotch, palming himself through his plaid pajama bottoms. “I told you to take off your dress,” he said.

“I want you to do it,” you said. “Daddy.”

“Oh, yeah?” Eddie asked. “Girl’s got daddy issues, huh?”

“F’course I do,” you shrugged. “Look at who my dad is.”

“I don’t wanna,” Eddie said. “All I wanna look at is your pretty little face as I pound into you. Or maybe I wanna look at the back of your head. I haven’t decided yet.”

“Better make up your mind quick,” you told him, slipping off your jean jacket and dropping it on the edge of the bed. “As long as you mark me up.”

“You want marks?” Eddie asked. “You want all those hickies and marks and everything? Want me to be rough with ya?”

“Yeah,” you told him, slipping the straps of your dress off of your shoulders slowly, teasingly. “As rough as you want.”

“What if I don’t wanna be rough?” Eddie asked. He knelt on the bed, his big thighs caging around your waist, the bulge in his pants inches from your face, and your mouth watered at the smell of him. “What if I just wanna treat you nice and be all gentle and cute with you?”

“You don’t want that,” you told him. “You wanna ruin me.”

“I sure do,” Eddie said. “You suck cock good?”

“Not really,” you mumbled. “Only ever done it once before.”

“John?” Eddie asked, and you nodded. “And that kid was probably just happy to have your mouth on his dick, he wouldn’t tell you if you were doing bad. Want me to teach you?”

“Just want you inside me,” you told him. Eddie was holding his dick now, and the shadow of it inside his pants was driving you crazy. The outline was big, intimidatingly so, and you reached out and hooked your thumbs in the elastic of his pants, tugging it down to let his cock free. He was half-hard, his cock extra-thick and heavy, the thatch of hair at the base showing grey and black, just like the long curls that he pushed behind his shoulder. His balls were thick too, hanging deliciously, and you sucked your lip between your teeth as your mouth watered even more. You had never had the desire to suck dick before, not even with John— you had really only done it because he asked for you to— but something about Eddie’s thick, cut length made a fire erupt in your belly.

“What’s this?” you asked, your eyes locking on a small silver ball protruding from the head of his cock. “Is your… Do you have a…?”

“It’s called a Prince Albert,” Eddie explained. “Got it so long ago… You probably weren’t even alive yet.”

“Did it hurt?” you asked, cringing slightly at the thought of it.

“A little,” Eddie shrugged. “But it looks good, doesn’t it?”

“Looks really good,” you mumbled. “Looks… Looks really yummy.”

“Oh, yeah?” Eddie chuckled. “You wanna suck it?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, and you instantly wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, feeling the warmth of the metal ball bearing of the piercing against your tongue. Eddie jolted, his cock throbbing in your mouth, and a tattooed hand grabbed at your hair quickly.

“Fuck, baby!” Eddie laughed. “Gettin’ right to it, huh?”

You nodded, letting your tongue swirl along the piercing greedily, and you took more of him in your mouth, feeling him harden in the soft warmth of your mouth. He took a heavy breath and groaned softly as you started to suck on him, hollowing your cheeks to tighten around him, and your clit throbbed as you watched him lean his head back, the inked skin on his throat stretching as he did. “Good fuckin’ girl,” Eddie whispered. “Take me deeper, baby.”

You let his cock fall from your mouth, a string of spit connecting your bottom lip to his piercing, and you gasped in for air. “Don’t think I can,” you told him. “You’re just too big, Mr. Munson.”

“Jesus Christ, call me Eddie,” he chuckled breathlessly. “I think we’re past the whole ‘mister’ business.”

“Alright,” you agreed, and you tugged his pants down a little further before you captured his cock in your hand, slowly jerking him off as your lips went to his fat balls, kissing them gently and kitten-licking at the seam of them.

“Yeah, baby, lick my balls,” Eddie mumbled. “Fuckin’ bitch of an ex-wife wouldn’t go near them, s’like she was allergic or some shit. Suck on ‘em a little, show me how much you love ‘em.”

You took one of his balls between your lips, stroking his shaft as you sucked gently on him. Eddie moaned softly, almost like he was afraid of you hearing, and your pussy tingled at the sound. Your free hand fell down your body and went up your dress, and you rubbed at your clit, trying to get any pleasure as you switched to his other testicle, sucking on it as well.

“Touching your clit?” Eddie asked, and you nodded, flashing your best doe eyes up at him as you suckled at his sack. He leaned back, drawing himself from your mouth, and you whimpered as you started to chase him back. You weren’t done yet. You wanted to always have his cock or balls in your mouth, you wanted nothing more than that, but Eddie had other ideas. He quickly dragged his shirt over his head, exposing his inked chest to you, and his hands went to your dress, tugging it up over your head and off of your body. You were completely naked for him, your body thrumming with excited energy, and he grabbed at your hips, kneading your skin between his hands.

“God, baby,” he said. “Your body’s a fuckin’ A. Perfect tits, perfect ass, perfect pussy… Open up your legs, let me see you.”

“I-I shaved,” you told him. “I didn’t know how you liked it.”

“I can see that,” Eddie laughed. “For future reference, I like it however you like it. Whatever you wanna do with your body, that’s your business. I’m just here to fuck you.”

“How feminist of you,” you giggled.

“I’m nothing if not a people pleaser,” Eddie said with a wink. “Open your legs, I need to put my fingers inside you.”

“Oh, wow,” you rolled your eyes. “So romantic.”

“Well, if my fingers don’t fit, how is my dick supposed to?” Eddie asked, and he was right. His fingers were thick, all inked up with barbed wire on his top knuckles and various little drawings of candles and crosses and skulls and hearts on his lower knuckles, and you wanted them inside you so badly.

“Right,” you said. You carefully opened your legs, exposing your sopping wet cunt to him, and Eddie moaned at the sight of it.

“Look at that,” he said. “All wet and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

His fingers danced from your hip to your pussy, and he lightly traced the lips of your cunt before he pressed his middle finger, all inked up with a skull, inside you. You gasped and grabbed at his hair, squeezing your eyes shut, and you moaned softly at the stretch. God, his finger was deliciously thick inside you, and you weren’t sure how you were meant to take more than one, let alone take his cock. “God, Eddie,” you whimpered. “So big.”

“I know, baby,” Eddie told you. “Poor thing, can’t even take my fingers. You’re gonna be so tight, it’ll be so fucking good.”

His second finger nudged your hole, threatening to slip inside you, and you tugged on his grey and black hair, earning you a breathy chuckle. “Found my weakness,” Eddie told you, his cock rising up to rest against his tattooed belly. “Fucking love having my hair pulled.”

“Really?” you asked, and Eddie shoved his second finger in. You groaned at the burn of the stretch of your velvet walls around him, and he instantly started to curl his fingers up, searching for that magic spot inside you. “Eddie, it hurts.”

“Aw,” Eddie pouted. “Can’t take it?”

‘No,” you said quickly. “I-I can take it. Just hurts.”

“If you need me to stop, just let me know,” Eddie told you. “Alright? I might be a mean old bitch, but I care about you.”

“You’re not mean,” you told him. “Or old. Or a bitch.”

Eddie laughed. “Honey,” he started. “I’m 56 years old. I think that’s on the other side of middle-aged. I’m about to be geriatric.”

“That’s not old, though,” you countered. “It’s not like you’re, like, 80 or whatever.”

“That’s your cut-off?” Eddie asked. “If someone’s 80, you won’t fuck them?”

“Yeah, that’s my cut-off,” you laughed, and Eddie groaned softly.

“When you laugh, your pussy gets tighter,” he mumbled. His fingers were still moving inside you, thrusting in and out and fucking you as he curled his fingers up, and the silver ring on his middle finger pressed up against you with every thrust. He was quick it with, fucking you on his hand faster than you had ever imagined, and you tugged his hair again and whined and whimpered as he finally drove home in that spot inside you.

“Fuck, Eddie!” you cried as your legs shook. “Fuck me, Eddie!”

“Hey,” Eddie said sharply, and he grabbed you by the chin hard. “Not so loud. Don’t want you waking up half the trailer park ‘cause you don’t know how to shut the fuck up.”

“I can shut up,” you told him quickly. “I can, I promise.”

“We’ll see about that,” Eddie said slyly. He looked down at you, where your pussy swallowed his fingers, and he said, “Fuck it.” He quickly withdrew his fingers from you, earning him a hiss at the sudden emptiness, and he stripped off his pants to be fully naked for you. You were right before; he had tattoos everywhere, lining his legs and hips and sides, and you smiled at the small devil illustration he had just above his pubes. “You ready, baby?”

“Yeah,” you said. “Don’t forget about those marks.”

“Oh, baby, I haven’t forgotten,” Eddie said. “Just thinkin’ about where all I wanna give ‘em to you.”

“On my neck,” you told him, and Eddie swooped down, attaching to your throat in an instant. He bit at your skin, sucking it between his teeth and breaking the small blood vessels under your skin, and he only stopped when you mewled in pain. When he pulled away, he grinned down at his work, and he said, “I’ve gotta get inside you, my dick’s gonna fall off if I don’t.”

“You dick won’t fall off,” you said with a roll of your eyes, and Eddie just smiled.

“Wanna bet?” he asked as he nudged your legs open wider, and he worked up a mouthful before he spit down on your waiting pussy. He took his cock in his hand and used the pierced head to spread his spit around, and you gasped at his piercing caught on your hole, still all open and throbbing for him.

“Oh my God,” you mumbled. “Oh, fuck, just fuck me.”

Without another moment of waiting, Eddie pushed his cock inside you, letting you adjust to just the size of his head, and your head fell back. You had never felt anything like this before, anything so big and perfect, and the piercing dragged against your gummy walls as he pushed in even further. You worried that the piercing would hurt, but it was the thing you enjoyed the most about him, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him deeper. “More,” you told him, digging your nails into his shoulders. “More, Daddy, more.”

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Eddie chuckled. “That shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does.”

“Turns me on too,” you told him.

“Man, you’ve got some serious daddy issues,” Eddie laughed as his balls hit your ass, fully inside you. You felt like the breath had been pushed your of your lungs and you struggled for a breath, and you couldn’t stop the fuzzy feeling in your head as Eddie started to withdraw, fucking you slowly. “Next thing you know, you’re gonna be asking me for the money to go to Paris.”

“Daddy,” you whimpered, lifting your hips to meet his thrust in, and you gasped in pain as he buried himself so deep inside you, his head kissed your cervix. “Fuck, ow.”

“Oh, Jesus, you okay?” Eddie asked. “Do we need to stop?”

“No, it’s not your fault,” you told him, wincing at the pain. “Fuck, that just hurt really bad.”

“What did I do?” Eddie asked. “Is it the piercing? I can take it out really quick if you want—”

“Eddie—”

“Yeah, let me do that, hang on just a tick—”

“Eddie!” you laughed, dragging him down into a messy kiss to shut him up. For as rough and gruff as he was acting before, he let his true self shine through for just a moment, and you saw the guy in those yearbook pictures from back in ‘86, smiling and throwing up devil horns. He was just a goofball, plain and simple, and that wasn’t something that people grew out of. He cared about you, even if it was just for the night. He readjusted his arms around you, holding you close to his chest, and you felt his erratic heartbeat against your chest. “Hit me.”

“What?” Eddie asked, breaking the kiss abruptly.

“This is getting too lovey and soft,” you told him. “You’re supposed to be hatefucking me ‘cause I’m Jason Carver’s daughter. Remember? You’re supposed to be taking out your anger on me. You promised that you’d fuck me and not make stupid love to me, so do it. Hit me.”

“I don’t wanna mess up your pretty face,” Eddie protested. He still fucked you as he spoke, going slow and shallow, and you frowned.

“Oh, so you’re breaking your promise to me too?” you asked. “First, it was Dad and Paris, and now it’s you. I thought you were better than that.”

“Fuckin’ low blow, sweetheart,” Eddie chuckled darkly. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, wanting me to be rougher.”

“Do your worst,” you bit at him with a wicked smile, and Eddie’s dark eyes went black, setting his jaw.

“Fine,” he said flatly. “Was gonna take it easy on you, but you don’t leave me any choice.”

He slapped you, hard, across the cheek, forcing your head to the side, and you gasped in pain as your cheek lit aflame. “Oh, shut up,” Eddie snapped. “You wanted rough, you’re getting rough. And don’t you fuckin’ complain either, you wanted this.”

“Fuck, Daddy,” you whimpered, and you held on as Eddie started to fuck you harder. He was deep inside you, but not enough to hurt you again, and you peered over his shoulder to see a small mirror hanging on the back of the door. You watched as his lithe body moved, his taut ass flexing with every fuck inside you, your heels digging into his buttocks, but your eyes were glued to the giant bat that covered his back, the wings crawling up the back of his neck and into his hair.

“Nuh-uh,” Eddie said venomously, grabbing hard at your throat. “Call me Master.”

“Master?” you repeated, and Eddie nodded.

“It’s an old song from when I was in high school,” Eddie said. “Come crawling faster, obey your master… Whatever. Doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, Master,” you said, and Eddie smiled.

“God, you’re so good,” he told you. “You like when I tell you you’re good?”

“Yeah,” you said softly, and Eddie pulled out of you. He used a strength that you didn’t think he had to throw you onto your stomach, manhandling your hips in the air as he sent a hard smack to your asscheek. It hurt, not as much as your face did, but you jolted anyway, crying out. “Make it hurt, Master, please!”

His palm cracked against your ass again, and you mewled, pushing your ass out further to him. “Got a little pain kink too, huh?” Eddie asked. “Praise and pain, you’re doing so good for me, gonna make me cum so hard, sweetheart.”

He used one hand to slide himself back inside your slick and waiting pussy, and his other hand tangled in your hair and tugged your head up. You were face to face with that mirror, forced to watch yourself get fucked, and you laughed, watching Eddie in the mirror. The hand in your hair readjusted to your throat, grabbing you hard and pressing his thumb into the vein on the side, and he used the leverage to fuck you hard. The angle was new, a lot better than the old one, and you moaned in time with his thrusts.

“Yeah, this perfect pussy…” Eddie muttered, smacking your ass again. “Sucking me right in. You’re so good, y’know, most perfect pussy I’ve ever had.”

“Thanks,” you giggled, and Eddie smacked your ass again.

“Love the way it bounces back against me,” he told you. “Fuckin’ fat ass you’ve got, fuck. Might have to keep you, won’t let you go to Paris or anywhere.”

“Keep me,” you gasped. “Mark me, make me yours! Please!”

“You said you’re on the pill, right?” Eddie asked, and you gave him a quick “uh-huh”. “Good girl. Gonna cum inside you when we get there.”

“Alright,” you giggled. You felt euphoric as Eddie fucked you, all the chemicals in your body making you smile and laugh, and you shrieked when his hand came to your clit, rubbing it in quick, small, focused strokes. “Master!”

“Aw, your legs are already shaking,” Eddie cooed. “You gonna cum? My fat cock too much for you?”

“Just so big,” you cried. The knot in your belly was bordering on splitting, electricity running up the back of your thighs and into the soles of your feet and the very top of your tummy, and your arms gave out from under you. Only your ass remained in the air, and Eddie dropped your throat from his tight grip in order to grab your hips and shove you back onto his cock. It took your breath away, and you whimpered into the bedsheets as he pounded into you. The bed underneath you creaked loudly, obviously never having seen this level of action before, and the sounds of it hitting your ears made you feel funny. It was ugly and slick, sticky and wet, smack-smack-smack of his heavy balls hitting your clit with every fuck, but it was the best thing you had ever heard. “Master! Wanna cum, let me cum!”

“You think you deserve it?” Eddie asked. “You’ve been a big fuckin’ brat tonight. I don’t think you deserve to cum. I think I oughta fuck you until the sun rises and Chrissy and Jason notice you’re gone. Haven’t they noticed yet?”

“Th-They’re probably asleep,” you stuttered out. “They would have called me if they noticed.”

“Well, let’s see,” Eddie said, and he reached behind him for your phone, tugging it out of the pocket of your jean jacket. “Fuck, I’m not wearing my glasses, I can’t see this tiny writing…”

“Alright, Grandpa,” you chuckled, and Eddie grabbed your hair and tugged hard, making you yelp.

“Keep that attitude and I won’t let you cum,” he snapped quickly. “Missed call from Daddy. Missed call from Mom. Text from Daddy: Where are you? Another missed call from Daddy. Another text: Just called Tara’s mom, you’re not there. Come home now or you’re grounded. Another text: Is this about Paris? Jesus Christ, get a clue, Jason. Guess we don’t have any time to waste, do we?”

“Please stop talking about my dad,” you panted, anxiety growing in your chest. So what? Dad takes your keys away from you? You’ll hitch a ride to school. Takes away your computer, your phone? None of it mattered. You weren’t going to Paris like he promised. “It’s a real turn-off.”

“Whatever you say, baby,” Eddie told you with a small sigh.

“Are you sad this is ending?” you chuckled. “Aw, Eddie.”

“Don’t aw at me,” he said. “I’m still your master, baby, and I will be until I cum.”

“Even after, I bet,” you told him. “I bet, the moment I call you, you’ll come running.”

“You bet I will,” Eddie laughed. “Sweet pussy like this, I’ll do whatever you want me to if it means I get to fuck you again.”

“You old perv,” you smiled, and Eddie smacked your ass one more time.

“Yeah, but I’m the old perv that you fucked,” Eddie chuckled. “I’m about to cum, baby, and I want you to cum first.”

“An old perv and a gentleman,” you said, and Eddie rolled his eyes.

“What can I say? Mama raised me right,” Eddie said. His hand resumed its quick rotations on your clit, and that electricity returned, and you yelped as the pleasure returned full-force.

“Master,” you whined. “Wanna cum, please.”

“You’ve been a pretty good girl,” Eddie considered. “Been a little brat, but not naughty. You can cum, baby, cum all over my cock, make it all messy.”

“Fuck!” you cried. “Eddie, oh my God!”

“C’mon, baby,” Eddie said. “Good girl, c’mon.”

You grabbed the bedsheets hard enough that you thought they might rip, and you came suddenly and hard. Your whole body shook as you pushed back onto Eddie, trying to get him deeper, and Eddie groaned as your cunt went tight as you came. “Fuck, honey, just like that,” Eddie said, and he reached up, rubbing your back as you gasped for air. Your head felt fuzzy and your body gave out underneath Eddie, and, luckily, you didn’t have to wait long for Eddie to finish.

You felt him painting your walls almost in time with you, a deep moan drawing from his chest as he filled you to the brim with his hot, thick semen. “Fuck, yeah, baby,” he said on shaky breaths, and he molded his front to your back, breathing in time with you. “Don’t wanna move.”

“Then don’t,” you whispered. His weight on you felt good, like the best weighted blanket you had ever had, and you clutched a pillow to your face as Eddie started to slowly kiss your neck, his lips resting just against your pulse-point.

“Was that good for you, sweetheart?” Eddie whispered, and you nodded, humming softly.

“So good,” you whispered.

“You wanna stay ‘til morning?” Eddie asked. “I make a mean fried egg.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled. You searched the bed for your phone as Eddie got up, and you quickly tapped out a message to your dad as Eddie redressed and retrieved his cigarettes from the front room: hey dad, i’m fine, just staying at a friend’s. you really upset me and i couldn’t stand being in the house with you. we can talk tomorrow when i get home.

“Who’re you texting?” Eddie asked as he went to his closet, and he pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants and tossed them in your direction.

“My dumb dad,” you said. “Telling him I’ll be home tomorrow.”

“Cool,” Eddie said. He sighed as he laid down next to you, and you tugged the shirt over your head as you curled up into his side.

“Thanks for… This,” you said softly. “It means a lot.”

“I know, sweetheart,” Eddie said, drawing at his cigarette. “Go to sleep, you’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

And he was right. When you woke up, Eddie was already awake, the hood of your car opened as he fooled around inside it, grease up to his elbows. The morning was cold as you stepped outside, frost biting under your feet, and you called, “Eds? What’re you doing?”

“You said your car made a funny noise when it starts up,” Eddie said.

“When did I say that?” you asked, wrinkling your nose.

“At the top of the night,” Eddie told you. “You hadn’t even come inside yet.”

“Neither had you,” you said with a smile, and Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, well, your connector cables are corroded,” he said. “Your battery is all fucked up. I’m not sure how your car even started to get you here.”

“Oh,” you mumbled. “Can you fix it?”

“Not here,” Eddie said. “I’d have to take it into the shop, call a tow truck to bring it in. It’ll probably be $300 to fix it, too.”

“My dad will pay it,” you told him easily.

“Or, you could trade this piece of shit in,” Eddie offered with a chuckle. “Maybe then you could go to Paris.”

“How am I supposed to get home?” you asked. “I told Dad I’d be home soon.”

“I can drive you,” Eddie offered. He wiped his hands on a towel that hung from his shoulder, and the flame of attraction grew in your belly again. How had you never seen it before? Eddie was hot. “I mean, I’m headed into town anyway. I bet you guys live in Loch Nora, huh?”

“Yeah,” you said. “Umm, thanks.”

“No problem, baby,” Eddie said. “Just give me some sugar and we’re square.”

“Sure thing,” you giggled, and you threw your arms around Eddie’s neck and kissed him softly. He chuckled and grabbed your hips as he kissed you back, and you smiled into his mouth.

The drive was pretty quiet, all things considered. His van was nice, as far as vans went, and metal music played quietly from the speakers. He held a hand on your thigh as he drove, and he said, “You’re still wearing my clothes.”

“Yeah,” you said. “Didn’t feel like putting my dress back on.”

“I’ll need those back, y’know,” Eddie said. “I only have so many shirts that aren’t stained with grease.”

“I’ll give them back,” you told him. “Maybe later today when I see you at the shop.”

He rolled up in your driveway, and you sat and stared at the house for a moment before the front door opened and your dad stepped out. “Look at me,” Eddie mumbled, and he put his hand on your face and gently turned your face to see him. “You’ve got hickies on your neck, a handprint on your throat, and you can hardly sit ‘cause your ass is all bruised up. Want me to give you another hickey real quick?”

“No, it’s fine,” you told him. “Maybe a kiss?”

“Gotta show off for your dad,” Eddie smirked, and he leaned in and kissed you softly.

“Kiss me like you mean it,” you mumbled against him. “Master.”

“Fuck, honey,” Eddie said. “Making my dick twitch.” His hand softly cupped your cheek as he kissed you harder, and his tongue snaked inside your mouth. He tasted just the same as last night, and you grinned into the kiss.

“Alright,” you said, and you gathered your things before you jumped out of the van, slamming the door shut and waving at him. “Bye, Eddie!”

“Eddie?” your dad shouted. “Eddie Munson? Why’s Eddie Munson dropping you off at 8AM?”

“My car broke down again,” you told him, brushing past him and into the house.

“And you called Eddie to pick you up?” your dad asked.

“No, I was already at his place,” you said casually, and you watched your father’s eyes widen as he finally saw you fully, the marks on your neck and your clothing.

“You didn’t,” your dad said, his eyes narrowing. “You wouldn’t.”

“I wouldn’t what?” you asked. “I wouldn’t sleep with the guy you bullied in high school? I might; who’s to say?”

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imagine-all-the-imagines · 1 year

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Hiii! If you’re taking requests can I pls have a Eddie/reader fic where readers younger sibling ends up crashing their date and they have to babysit while still trying to have a good night?

Can’t wait to read your longer fics! 🥳

aww this is such a cute idea!! tbh i kind of like writing the fics that have little siblings in them :) i’m glad i got a request for one!! and i hope you don’t mine that i changed it up a little bit 😅

Princess

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- None :)

Tag List- @imagine-all-the-imagines @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @esme-viridian

Word Count- 2.5k

As much as you loved your parents and your little sister, you hated being left with being the babysitter for the night. Especially when Eddie was so excited to spend time with you that night.

Your parents knew you were dating, and though they didn’t exactly like the reputation that your new boyfriend came with, they trusted him and you to be alone together at home and make the right decisions. Besides, they knew that with your sister there you wouldn’t disrespect them like that.

“You excited to meet him?” You asked your sister as you finished doing her hair in the bathroom.

She shrugged and fixed up the princess dress she had on, handing you her tiara that she’d been waiting all day to put on.

Whenever your parents were out it was the perfect time to let your sister do all the things her parents wouldn’t let her do this time of night. Dress up, makeovers, all the things little girls loved. She knew Eddie would be coming over to meet her, but she never did good with meeting new people. Especially boys that looked as scary as he did.

“He’s excited to meet you.” You said with a smile.

“He is?” She asked, stepping down from the pink stool in front of the sink.

“Of course he is! And i think you’re going to really like him too, he’s going to be really excited to meet a princess.”

She smiled and held your hand as you walked downstairs into the living room,

“Why don’t you pick a movie for us to watch and i’ll go get a snack.”

“Can i have a pop while mom and dad aren’t here?”

“You can have a juice box, we have lots of those.”

“But i want a pop!”

“Juice box it is!”

She pouted as you went into the kitchen but you knew she would get over it soon.

You heard her rustling through your collection of tapes and looked over at the clock as you opened the pantry.

It was only 6:43. Eddie would be over soon, and though you were excited for him and your little sister to finally meet, it did scare you a bit. You just hoped that she wouldn’t be too scared of him.

You walked back into the living room as your sister was putting a tape into the VCR, setting a bowl of chips and her juice box down onto the table as you both sat down onto the couch,

“What’d you pick?”

“Gremlins.”

The two of you sat together watching the movie and snacking for a bit, just enjoying the comfortable silence while the movie played in the background. You almost thought Eddie had forgotten about coming over until you heard the doorbell ring and a knock at the front door.

You smiled and stood up from the couch,

“Ready to go meet him?” She shrugged and you could tell she was nervous, “Did you want to come to the door with me? Or do you want to stay in the living room?”

She thought it over for a moment before standing up from the couch and fixing her tiara on top of her head,

“Door.”

“Alright then, let’s go let him in.” You took her hand and went to the front door, smiling big as you opened it and saw him standing there.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him into a hug, giving him a quick kiss,

“You’re late, i thought you said 6:45?”

“I know, i’m sorry. I just wanted to stop and grab something, i know you said your sister was here so i didn’t want to show up empty handed.”

“Aww, that’s sweet of you!” You turned to your sister who was shyly standing quiet behind you, “You want to say hi?”

Eddie leaned over and gave her a kind smile as she took a step forward, reaching her hand out to hold yours as she hid herself behind you,

“Hi.” She said quietly.

“Hey little miss, (y/n) told me a lot about you, it’s nice to meet you.” Eddie kneeled down to be level with her so she wouldn’t have to look up to see him.

She was still quietly standing behind you, not really sure what to say, but Eddie could see she was a little nervous.

“You know, before i came over, (y/n) called and told me you were a princess.” She nodded and gave him a little smile, “And i can see that you’re already wearing a tiara, but i thought you might want a real one instead of one of those plastic ones.”

Eddie reached into the paper bag he was holding and grabbed his present for your sister. When she saw it her eyes lit up.

It was another tiara, handmade by Eddie with what looked like thick wire that he had bent together in all different swirled patterns, a small gem hanging right on the front. It was absolutely adorable.

He handed it to her and she carefully took it into her hands, a big smile was on her face and you gently nudged her side,

“What do you say?”

“Thank you.” She said quietly, admiring the tiara in her hands.

“Why don’t you go put it on and meet us in the living room to finish the movie?”

She giggled as she ran off into the bathroom and Eddie stepped inside, shutting the door behind him,

“You think she likes me?”

“She does, she’s just a little nervous still. That was really sweet of you to bring that for her,” You planted a kiss onto his cheek and walked with him into the living room, “did you make that for her?”

“Yeah! I’ve been needing to practice making stuff for the ren faire and i figured it would be the perfect time to practice making tiaras. Plus it’s one of those ones you can just slip right on so it won’t be too tight on her head.”

“It’s adorable, i think she really likes it.” You smiled and gave him another quick kiss as you sat on the couch, hearing your sisters footsteps approaching quickly as she ran from her bedroom.

“It fits!” She ran into the living room smiling, doing a twirl in her dress as she stood before you and Eddie, “Do i look like a princess?”

“You do!”

“You look just like the ones in my game!” Eddie said to her with a smile.

She came over to sit next to you on the couch and grabbed her juice box form the table, setting it in her lap as she looked over to Eddie,

“What’s your game about?”

You could see Eddie’s eyes light up the moment she asked,

“It’s about everything! You make up your own game while you play and you can have all different kinds of characters and enemies, and you get to use these cool dice.”

“Can i play?” She asked him after taking a sip of her juice box.

“Yeah! I’m sure me and (y/n) can teach you all about it.”

Your sister turned her attention to you,

“Can i be a princess?”

“You can be whatever you want sis! That’s what’s so fun about playing it, you can be anyone you want.”

She giggled and sipped from her juice box as you reached over and grabbed the now empty bowl of chips from the table,

“I’m gonna go clean up a little bit in the kitchen, did you need anything Eds?”

“I want another juice box please!” You sister shouted as she handed you her empty juice box.

Eddie gasped,

“I want a juice box.”

You giggled as you took her empty juice box into your hand,

“Alright, so three juice boxes. I’ll be right back,” You pointed to your sister, “you be nice to him while I’m gone.”

She smiled shyly and you walked into the kitchen, the sound of the movie playing in the background becoming quieter and quieter, soon becoming an afterthought as you placed the empty juice box into the garbage can.

You quickly rinsed the chip bowl in the sink before placing it into the dishwasher and grabbing three more juice boxes from the fridge before heading back into the living room but as you entered the room once more you noticed that Eddie and your sister were nowhere to be found. The movie was still playing but you quickly walked over and took the tape out of the VHS player to see if you could hear them anywhere in the house and luckily you were able to hear your sisters giggles coming from upstairs.

“Eds?” You called out to them, “Sis?”

No response still, but you could hear your sisters giggles coming from her room, along with Eddies mumbles.

You followed the sounds of their voices up to her room, peeking in and smiling as you saw them sitting on her bedroom floor.

Eddie was sat in front of her bed, a pile of her dolls and stuffed animals in his lap as she walked around her room grabbing all her different toys and handing them to him,

“…And this ones my Western Barbie, but she looks like Dolly Parton so I just call her Dolly,” She handed it to him and he smiled and placed it into his lap along with the other dolls and toys she had been showing him, “And this is my Strawberry Shortcake! She smells like strawberries too!”

Eddie took the little doll and brought it to his nose, gasping and looking back to her,

“She does!”

Your sister giggled and you slowly opened her bedroom door, smiling down at Eddie with all the colorful toys in his lap,

“Hey! You guys just left me all alone downstairs so you could come up here and play without me?”

“We didn’t mean to,” Eddie said as your sister held one of her Pound Puppies in her hand before sitting in front of Eddie, “I was telling her about Dungeons and Dragons and how I like to paint all those little figures and she told me she had a few toys like that and wanted to show me.”

“And I felt bad about showing him those toys without showing him all of them!” Your sister said as she placed the stuffed puppy into his lap.

“She made them sound so cool (y/n), I HAD to meet them all.”

You giggled and sat on the floor with them, glancing over at the clock on her nightstand to check the time,

“Do you think you want to show Eddie where they all go to sleep before we get you ready for bed?”

She yawned and nodded, taking a few of her toys from Eddies lap and placing them all back into their spots one by one.

As it reached 9 pm, all her toys had been placed back into their spots, and Eddie had even helped to lift her up and put a few of them back onto the higher shelves that she couldn’t reach. Your sister had even asked if he could help put her to bed after she brushed her teeth and of course he was happy to. Out of all the nights you had babysat her, this had been the easiest she had gone to bed in a while.

She was all settled in bed, a teddy bear under her arms as she was snuggled up under the covers. Her nightlight was plugged in and Eddie made sure to say goodnight to her too before steeping out and letting you finish up her bedtime routine.

You sat next to her bed and pulled her comforter up just a bit more for her to keep warm,

“So, he wasn’t all scary like you thought he’d be, right?”

“Yeah, he’s not scary. He has pretty hair.”

You giggled with her, reaching a hand up to slowly pet her forehead,

“Did you tell him he has pretty hair?”

She yawned once more and shook her head. “Do you want me to tell him for you?”

She nodded slowly as her eyes started to shut.

“Is there anything else you want me to tell him?”

“Can you tell him I think he’s really nice and if he can teach me that game? I want to be a princess and he can be one of my knights if he wants.”

You giggled and placed a kiss to her forehead,

“I’ll tell him you said that, and I will absolutely ask if he’ll teach you how to play. But right now I think its bedtime, ok?”

She nodded as her eyes stayed shut, and you quietly stood up and made your way out of her bedroom, shutting her door behind you before making your way back downstairs into the living room.

Eddie had been sipping from one of the juice boxes you had brought down earlier and was looking through your collection of VHS tapes in the living room and had even taken a few horror movies out for the two of you to watch together while your sister was fast asleep upstairs. He looked over to you and smiled as you went to sit back down on the couch,

“Does she like me?” He asked as came back to the couch and sat next to you.

“Of course she does! She thinks you’re very nice. And she said to tell you that she thinks you have very pretty hair.”

He smiled and shrugged,

“Well she’s right, i do.”

You giggled and reached for your juice box on the table, stabbing the straw through the little aluminum circle at the top and taking a sip,

“Thank you for coming over and meeting her. She was really scared at first but you were great with her! I should’ve gotten a picture of you with all those toys in your lap.”

“She wanted me to see them all! I can’t say no to a six year old that wants to show me their toys!”

“Still, that was very sweet of you.” You leaned over and placed a kiss onto his cheek, snuggling into his side as he put his arm around you, “So what did you want to do the rest of the night? Watch a movie? Snuggle? Make out?”

Eddie smiled and gave you another quick kiss,

“All three?”

“I can do that.” You smirked and kissed him once more, smiling up at him as you looked into his eyes.

“Can i have another juice box though?” He asked you, shaking the empty box in his hand.

You rolled your eyes and stood up from the couch,

“Alright fine. You put the movie on and grab a blanket, i’ll be back in a minute.”

You both made your way off of the couch and as you walked to the fridge for another two juice boxes you smiled to yourself as you thought back on how adorable Eddie looked with all the dolls and stuffed animals covering his lap.

He wasn’t scary and mean like your sister thought he was, he was just another big kid for her to play with. And you knew the next morning she’d be dying to see him again.

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imagine-all-the-imagines · 1 year

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The angst feels soooo good!

Liar

A/N- I’ve been wanting to try out new types of writing, and considering i haven’t written any angst i would give that a try :)

Summary- You find out that Gareth has told the guys the type of lie about you that could ruin your life. He unfortunately didn’t know how pissed off you could get.

Genre- Angst, some fluff at the end

Warnings- Mentions of sex (nothing explicit)

Tag List- @imagine-all-the-imagines @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @aidansloth @munsonology @esme-viridian @manyfandomsfanvergent

Word Count- 4.6k

The moment you turned the corner of the hall and saw Gareth at his locker you saw red.

You didn’t know why he told the guys something so infuriating and you didn’t want to know why, all you wanted was to hear him try and give you whatever lame excuse he had.

The other students stepped out of your path as you stomped through the halls, seeing how clearly pissed off you were, and their eyes followed you as you approached Gareth at his locker.

Without any words you had slammed it shut and grabbed him by the hair, dragging him into the first empty classroom you saw as he shouted and tried to pry himself from your grip.

You had thrown him into the classroom, shutting the door and locking it before walking back up to him.

“(y/n), what the fuck! Why did you-“

He was cut off by your hand slapping him clean across the face, the sound of it had definitely been heard by the other students in the hall but they didn’t want to intrude on whatever anger you had prepared to unleash onto him.

He looked back up to you holding his cheek, a clear red mark on the side of his face, and he had the audacity to look at you like he had done nothing wrong.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” You had screamed at him, trying your best to hold back the angry tears pricking your eyes.

He tended up and his eyes darted all over the room, not wanting to look at you,

“…I don’t know what you’re talking about..” He said quietly, clearly guilty knowing how quickly you had found out his lies.

“You must want to get slapped again so fucking badly don’t you? I know you’re dumb but i didn’t know you were this fucking stupid, why the hell would you tell the other guys i slept with you?!”

He was silent, but all it did was anger you more.

How dare he say something that wasn’t only a lie, but he had told it to your friends. Who knew who else heard it when he told them, but you figured he would’ve been smart enough to not tell such an idiotic thing to the only people you hung around with.

“I don’t know…”

“I don’t believe you.” You stared daggers at him and crossed your arms over your chest, “Tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“TELL ME WHY THE FUCK YOU WOULD TELL THEM SOMETHING LIKE THAT!”

“I DONT KNOW!”

You uncrossed your arms and slapped the other side of his face. He groaned and held the other cheek, a red hand mark could clearly be seen on the other side and you knew that there would now be another to match it.

“You do know.” You said plainly to him, though he could just tell from your demeanor how angry you had been with him, “And i’ll gladly wait here all day until you tell me why you would even bother telling them something like that.”

He looked up at you and moved his hand away from his cheek, doing his best to collect his thoughts. It was easier to be honest with you than piss you off anymore than he already did. And he could see through your anger how much finding this out had hurt you.

He was your friend.

Someone you could trust and confide in when you were at your worst. Someone that you had grown with and told secrets too just like any other friend would do. Someone who you loved and cared for. And with that one lie he had managed to ruin all of that.

He could see the tears start to prick at your eyes, and though he knew you would try to keep them from falling down your cheeks, seeing those tears through all the anger and frustration hurt him. He knew he fucked up.

“Why?” He could hear your voice start to break and he hated himself for making you feel this way.

“I just panicked…” He said quietly, looking down at the floor, ashamed that he had gotten himself into this kind of mess, “We got to talking one day and the conversation moved to our first times and all that and when it got to me i didn’t want them to still think i was a virgin…”

“Gare, they don’t care. You know they don’t care. Why, out of every other girl you could’ve lied about, did you choose me? The one fucking person that would find out quicker than anyone else you could’ve thought of.”

You could see his cheeks getting redder, though you couldn’t tell if it was from his guilt, embarrassment, or just from the way you hit him.

He took a deep breath and though he tilted his head up to face you, his eyes still couldn’t meet yours,

“You were the first person i thought of…” You stared at him, waiting for him to continue his response, “Listen, i know that this is the worst possible time to tell you this (y/n), and i know you hate me and you have every single right to. But i like you… a lot…”

You couldn’t believe what he was saying. Both figuratively and literally.

He decided that now was the best time for him to either finally come clean about his feelings, or to just keep lying and digging himself into an even bigger hole. Wether he was being truthful or not it didn’t matter to you, all that mattered was making sure he knew how badly he screwed himself just from telling one lie.

All you could do was stare at him in disbelief.

“Will you please just say something to me?” He was nearly begging you at this point, and you could hear his voice start to quiet itself.

You knew he was trying to keep himself from breaking down in front of you.

“What do you want me to say? That i forgive you? That i’m not pissed off? That i don’t have the urge to beat the shit out of you for telling the guys some bullshit lies that they don’t care about? And now you want to tell me it’s because you like me?”

“I DO!”

“I DONT BELIEVE YOU!”

Your yelling match was cut off by the sounds of someone knocking at the classroom door, most likely a teacher,

“What’s going on in there?” It sounded like another student, thank god, “Look, i don’t care what all the yelling is, but we’ve got a book club meeting in there that was supposed to start about 5 minutes ago.”

You must’ve lost track of time and glanced over at the clock.

3:27 pm. School had been out for about 15 minutes.

You looked back to Gareth, who was still refusing to look to you,

“I told them you lied. They’re just as pissed as i am so if i were you i’d apologize to them. You’re lucky i told them to stay back while i came here to talk to you, and i’m going to be honest with you, out of all the stupid shit you’ve ever done this is by far the stupidest.”

“I know…” He said quietly.

“I don’t think you do. Gare, i truly don’t think you’ve realized the extent of how this one lie is going to impact not just you, but all of your friends. We’re all pissed at you, I’M pissed at you. Who knows who else heard what you told them, and who knows how far that lie has spread around, do you even know how this could affect me?!”

He stayed quiet, but at this point he could tell that he had ruined his life with that little lie.

He had completely obliterated any trust you had in him, and he didn’t know how the guys would react when they saw him either.

“Until you can come up with a proper apology to not only me, but them, then i’ll think about wether or not i still want to be your friend. I don’t want you anywhere near me until then.”

He watched as you fought back tears, wiping a few off of your cheeks as they trailed down.

It hurt to have to tell your best friend something like that, and though he deserved it, it still just didn’t feel right.

You turned and quickly left the room, pushing past the group of students who were waiting outside for you two to finally come out. As you walked down the hall, you could still hear them talking as Gareth left and watched you get further and further away from him.

“Finally…”

“Why do you think they were in there?”

“I heard a lot of yelling.”

“Probably just a lovers quarrel.”

Their giggles hurt more than you had ever wanted them to.

You didn’t know if they knew about his little lie, but everything around you just kept reminding you that they would find out eventually. Every stare, every whisper, every giggle. They were all about you.

You took a deep breath to try and calm yourself as you exited the school. You couldn’t let them see how much you were hurting inside.

The next few weeks were strange for everyone.

You and the guys still sat at your normal lunch table, but Gareths seat was empty, and he was instead sat across the room by himself at one of the tables near the doors. When you saw him in the halls you either glared or just acted like he didn’t exist. It didn’t feel right to exclude him from the already excluded group you were in, but he had to realize that this was the consequence of his actions.

He knows that what he did was wrong, and he would do anything it took to make it up to you. He didn’t care much for apologizing to the guys, they’ve gone through worse and he knows that they couldn’t hold a grudge like this forever, but he wasn’t even thinking of you when he told that lie. He could’ve ruined your reputation without even knowing it, who knows who else heard and where it already spread to.

He needed to do something to fix this.

On Saturdays you and the guys would normally get together and do something, but all week you just wanted to be locked away in your bedroom.

Gareth was usually the one who called you up first and asked how you were, and as pissed off as you were, you really missed him.

He was a lot nicer to you than the other guys were, and it’s not like they were mean to you, but Gareth was just different. You were their friend and you were a girl but he treated you the same as he would any other girl that came across him.

He was always respectful and kind, he always wanted to listen when you had something to say. Out of everyone he was the person you were the closest with and it broke your heart to be away from him.

You kept thinking back to what he said when you first confronted him in that classroom. He said that he liked you, and when you remembered how he had treated you in the past it was so clear to see how he had fallen for you, but this one little lie was enough to completely change the way you saw him.

He wasn’t the sweet boy you loved to spend time with and watch horror movies with in his basement. He wasn’t the friend you thought you could trust with anything. He wasn’t the person you cared for most in the world. He was a liar.

As you laid in bed staring at the ceiling, the ringing of the telephone downstairs caught your attention. Your mom grabbed it and after a few moments you could hear her yelling for you.

You groaned and made your way downstairs, taking the phone from her and bringing it up to your ear,

“Hello?”

“(y/n), please don’t hang up.”

You rolled your eyes at the sound of Gareths voice. Though you missed him like hell, you were still angry with him.

“What do you want?”

“I need you to come over. I called the rest of the guys too and they’ll be here, but i need you to be here too.”

You sighed and thought over your options. You didn’t have anything better to do, and if the rest of the guys were going to be there then that meant that you had to be there too.

“Fine. I’ll be over in 15.”

You hung up the phone and quickly put on your shoes and grabbed your car keys, preparing yourself for whatever Gareth had planned.

It didn’t take long for you to get there, and from the looks of it, it seemed like the rest of the guys were there too.

You slowly exited your car, and though you had been to Gareths over a hundred times at this point, your heart started to race. You took a few deep breaths as you approached the front door and looked over in the driveway. No other cars, thank god he was home alone.

As you reached the door you took one last deep breath but as you raised your hand to knock, the door suddenly opened, making you jump in your place. Gareth must’ve been watching you approach the door but he looked different than you were used to seeing him.

His hair was a mess, his eyes were bloodshot, and it looked like he had been wearing the same shirt for days. He looked nothing like he was used to and it made you hurt for him. This separation must’ve been affecting him just as much as it was affecting you.

You stood in the doorway for a moment, staring at one another quietly before you finally broke the silence,

“You alright?”

“I’ve been better.” He took a step back for you to enter and quietly shut the door behind you, “Everyone’s in the garage, i’ll be out there in a minute.”

You nodded and made your way into the garage through the house as Gareth went upstairs, and you saw Eddie, Grant and Jeff in their normal spots for band practice. You smiled to them and they smiled back, but it just felt so strange to all be there.

“How long have you guys been here?” You asked them.

“Not too long,” Jeff said as he turned to you, “got here a few minutes before you did.”

“Where’s he at?” Eddie asked you, “Did he just lock us all in here together?”

“He said he’ll be here in a minute, i think he went upstairs but i’m not sure what for.”

The garage door opened once more and you wandered over to where the rest of the guys were standing. Gareth shut the door behind him and rested himself against it, his back to the door facing the rest of you on the other side.

This is exactly how it’s felt all week long. Divided.

You stared at one another for a moment and it looked like Gareth was holding something behind his back, though you couldn’t tell what it was.

“Thanks for coming over.” He said to you, but you could feel their glares at him coming from all around you.

“Why’d you need all of us over?” Grant asked him.

Gareth took a deep breath, and you could hear that he was trying to keep himself in check and not breakdown as he stood there before you.

“I wanted to apologize. To all of you.” He looked over to the guys, “I don’t know why i lied like i did, and i’m sorry that i thought it would be an easier answer for you guys. You’re my friends and i should’ve known you wouldn’t have cared but i just panicked and didn’t know what else to say.” He looked to you and you could see the tears in his eyes, and you didn’t know if it was from being so overwhelmed with the feeling of guilt or because he didn’t know what else to do, but you felt bad for him. “(y/n) you don’t have to forgive me if you don’t want to, i’ve come to terms with that, but i’m so unbelievably fucking sorry that i said i slept with you. I’m sorry that i even thought it would be a good thing to say, and at the time i don’t even think i was thinking about anything. I didn’t want you to think that i was brushing it off like it was nothing, because it’s not nothing. I know that if it got spread around anymore than it did it would affect you a lot more than me but i swear to god that i only told them. You don’t have to forgive me, but i’m so unbelievably fucking sorry for what i did.”

A few stray tears slipped down his cheeks and he quickly wiped them away.

You all stood there for a moment looking at him, trying to collect your thoughts about his apology and his eyes darted across all of your faces, trying to see if he could figure out how you had taken his apology. He knows that you didn’t have to accept it, but all he wanted to do was apologize and show the guilt he had felt for breaking your trust like that.

“Can we be friends again? Like we used to be?” He asked.

“Listen man,” Jeff said to him, “we love you, but that’s all up to (y/n). You brought her into this situation so whatever the outcome is, it’s up to her.”

Gareth nodded slowly and looked to you, and you thought it over for a moment.

You could see how this has been affecting him, and as angry as you were, you appreciated the fact that he apologized. Especially in front of the guys too. You were pissed at him for lying about you like that, but you missed how things were.

You took a step towards him and looked him up and down, seeing the disheveled state he was in, and you felt sorry for him. He didn’t know what what the outcome would be from him lying but you didn’t think he ever thought it would make him like this.

“Do you want a hug?” You asked him.

He nodded and stepped towards you, his arms outstretched and you could see he was holding a folded up piece of paper in one hand.

His arms carefully wrapped around you and your arms went around his waist, hugging him close. He was warm and comforting. You missed him. You missed your friends and how things were beforehand. You could feel his grip around you tighten and you knew he didn’t want to let go.

You gently unwrapped your arms from around him and he handed you the folded up paper in his hand.

“This is for you too. You don’t have to read it now, just when you’re ready to.”

You nodded and smiled to him,

“I’ll read it a little later. Thank you for apologizing. I know you’re an idiot, i’ve known you long enough to know you’ll do some stupid things but this was by far the stupidest. We can be friends again, but the level of trust we had before is going to be a lot different.”

“That’s fine, i completely understand, and i deserve that. I promise not to lie about something like that again.”

“Thank you.” You said to him with a slight smile, which earned you one back from him.

“So… We’re friends again?” Grant asked from behind you.

“We’re friends again.” You confirmed for them.

“Fantastic, cause i cant postpone another campaign, we’ve been dying to finish this one and can’t do it without Gareth.” Eddie said from behind you.

You could tell the guys were happy to have their friend back, but they knew that it would still be a bit different for you. They just wanted to make sure that you all got along amicably, and if that meant that they had to hang out less then that was alright. Just as long as they could still do Hellfire and band practices.

You all stuck around for a bit, talking things over and setting a few boundaries. It was well needed after this whole ordeal and everyone understood entirely. And they knew that if this got spread around to anyone else, they would immediately come to your defense, even Gareth. It was nice to have your friends back, but it was even nicer to be able to talk with Gareth again.

The guys slowly made their way back home and to work, saying their goodbyes and promising that come monday things would be normal again, but you stuck around a bit after. That note Gareth had given to you was stuck in your pocket and as much as you wanted to read it right then and there when he handed it to you, you figured it would be best to wait until they were all gone. Whatever Gareth had to say to you would be all in that note. He was never good with expressing his emotions verbally, but when it came to writing he always made sure to get every last detail so you could understand exactly what he was trying to say.

It was just you and Gareth left in the garage, and you looked at one another, exchanging awkward smiles before you reached into your pocket and pulled out the note,

“Is it alright if i read this now?” You asked him as you wandered over to the beat up couch against the garage wall.

“Go ahead. It’s yours to read whenever you’re comfortable.” He said as he took a few steps closer to you, “Can i sit with you?”

You nodded and moved over to give him some room, and you slowly unfolded the piece of paper in your hand.

Your eyes scanned over his messy handwriting but you could tell from the few spots on the paper that he had gotten quite emotional while writing it, the ink was smudged and blotchy in little spots all across the note.

Gareth was quite tense next to you and you could see a bit of blush on his cheeks as he watched you slowly look over the paper.

You took one last deep breath and started reading.

(y/n),

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for what i said and i’m sorry for how it’s separated everyone.

It was a stupid mistake and i don’t know why i even bothered to lie about something like that. You’re someone that i care about so deeply but in that moment i was only thinking of myself. I was selfish and i can never forgive myself for that.

Everything i told you that day in the classroom was true.

I don’t know why i said what i said. I panicked and you were the only person on my mind and i just blurted it out.

I do like you (y/n). I like you a lot, and i don’t know why i kept it hidden for so long.

You really do mean a lot to me, you’re someone that i love and care about and i can’t imagine how much this hurt you.

I broke your trust and wether you believe any of the things that i put in this letter is entirely up to you.

I know you may not accept my apology and you have every right to still be angry with me and not accept it but i want you to know how sorry i am.

I just want you to know that i do still care about you and all i want is for us to be friends again.

- Gareth

He fidgeted in his seat next to you, and as you finished reading you knew he was being honest about everything.

You looked over to him and your eyes met his, and you could see that he was worried. He needed to know how you had felt after reading his letter to you.

“I believe you.”

His eyes widened and his lips parted, though he wasn’t sure what to say.

“You… believe me?”

“I do.”

He smiled shyly and was relieved to hear your response.

“We’re still friends, i promise, but you know it’s going to take a little while until i can trust you again?”

“I know. And i’ll wait as long as you want, i’ll do anything to gain your trust again.” He turned to face you and looked deeply into your eyes, “(y/n), all i want is for things to be normal again.”

“I know you do Gare, and i do too.” You turned to face him and set the letter down next to you,, “But i want you to know that i don’t know how long it’s going to take. And i believe that you’re sorry, but…” You took a deep breath and looked to your lap, “I don’t know if i believe everything else…”

He knew exactly what you were referring to in his letter.

“(y/n), i know that it might sound hard to believe, especially after how i acted,” He turned to face you once more but you couldn’t bring yourself to look back up at him, “but i’m being entirely honest. I do like you. I’m sorry that i never mentioned anything beforehand but you’re someone that i really care about and i think you’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen. And i know i fucked up by creating this whole situation, but if you don’t see me the same way i’ll understand.”

You looked at your hands in your lap, wanting so badly to reach out and wrap your arms around him but you knew you had to hold your ground. As much as you loved him, he needed discipline, and his actions had consequences.

Unfortunately those consequences came at your expense, and you knew that you loved him too, not just as a friend but as someone who made you happy. There was something about him that made your heart race, and though you were pissed beyond belief at him for what he had done, it still didn’t change the way you felt.

You looked back up to him and looked to his eyes, watery, but he wasn’t crying. It was like he was looking to you for any kind of response, he didn’t care if it was good or bad.

“I like you too…” As he smiled at you, you saw one tear slip down his cheek. He knew he probably fucked up any chance that he had with you beforehand, but he was content with that. He knew that this was a possibility, but it took a while for him to fully come to terms with it. You reached your hand up and wiped away the stray tear from his cheek, “but i need you to know something. I like you, but it’s going to take a while for me to regain that trust i had with you… What you did is still going to affect me for a while, and i hope you understand that.”

He smiled to you and nodded,

“I understand…”

“But,” You said, reaching your hand over to gently hold his in his lap, “as soon as i’m comfortable with exploring those feelings again, you’ll be the first to know.”

You smiled with one another silently, just enjoying one another’s company again after everything that had happened.

You did like him, you liked him a lot, but you couldn’t just jump right back into things like everything was fine again. You needed time. And he understood that entirely.

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imagine-all-the-imagines · 1 year

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hes so babygirl

i want to suck his dick so bad

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imagine-all-the-imagines · 1 year

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Honestly, if you see an angel that��s all eyes and wings and wheels of fire, you should be worried. Like, not because it’s going to hurt you or anything, but because scripturally, angels invariably appear to ordinary people in human form. In general, they only show their inhuman true forms to prophets – which means if you’re seeing them like that, they come bearing responsibility.

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imagine-all-the-imagines · 1 year

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1. IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!

2. Why have so many porn bots been following me lately? It's odd.

3. I'm slowly getting my mojo back with writing. Cherry Bomb is becoming one of my longest fics yet. I'm pumped for you guys to read it!

#kira talks #birthday girl

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It was so goooood!!!!

Ok so listen up. You know I'm going through some emotional shit. One day I'm fine, the next I'm crying because my brain likes to stroll down memory lane.

But imagine (10000% based on my life right now) the reader is going through a TOUGH breakup and they are trying to just keep moving forward, but they just get super down sometimes and need to cry it out. Well, they're friends with Eddie and gang and Eddie notices that she isn't doing well emotionally/mentally and offers his support and just to be a calming/healing presence for her and how that can develop from there. Not necessarily romantically, but I'm also not opposed to that.

That's all, and I love you ❤️

I totally get what you’re talking about sis, and I’m sorry things have been so rough for you for the last few weeks! Everything is going to get better for you soon, I know it! And you know that you’ve got Eddie there always with you, telling you how you’re going to get through this 😊 (and i love you too 🖤)

Feels Like Home

Genre- Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Warnings- Mentions of depressed reader, Breakups, Crying

Tag List- @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbless @munsonology @esme-viridian

Some days like today, you felt completely normal. Like there were no worries, no sadness, no stress. You would be able to go on with your day like everything was fine, going to work with a smile on your face, seeing your friends and family and being able to hold up normal conversations with them, but unfortunately for you your best friend knew you all too well.

Eddie was someone you had always been close with. He didn’t feel like a brother to you, or much like a boyfriend either. You weren’t sure how to describe the friendship that you two had, but you knew that he loved you and you loved him. There was a sense of always wanting to be there for one another whenever something was wrong, and Eddie always knew when something was wrong.

He had known you were in a relationship for a while, and he always respected your boundaries when it came to things that made your significant other uncomfortable. But he didn’t act any less of your friend. He would still let you know that he was always there for you when you needed him, and you had always been so thankful that he stuck by your side through it all.

As the weeks had gone by, he had started to notice little things here and there that would let him know that there was a problem.

There would be days where he noticed you would just seem a bit out of it, not really paying attention to much until you were pulled out of your deep thoughts by him putting his hand onto your shoulder. Days where you would be completely fine and there wouldn’t be anything that he or anyone else could tell was wrong, but the next day would be entirely different. Your moods would get to you and your thoughts would consume you, getting into your head and making you more closed off than normal.

He would see your puffy eyes and hear your sniffles and want to help as much as he could, but he wanted to be respectful of the boundaries you and your significant other had set with him. Still, he wanted to care for you like he always had in the past, and he needed to know what was making you this way.

As you were lying in bed, a one of your cassettes playing in your stereo as you tried to listen to something to make you happier before you drifted off for what felt like your tenth nap that week, you heard a soft knocking at your bedroom door.

You lifted your head off the pillow and heard the knocking again, recognizing the voice that followed it soon after.

“(y/n)?” It was Eddie, peeking into your bedroom to see if you were there, “You alright?”

You picked your head up off the pillow as you sat up in bed and wiped away the dried trails of tears that were left on your cheeks and the corners of your eyes, wanting to hide any trace how you had been feeling for the last few weeks.

“Yeah, I’m alright.” You sniffled once more as you smiled up to him, “You can come in if you want, you don’t have to peek in like you’re spying on me.”

“Sorry,” He said with a smile as he opened your door wider, stepping into your bedroom and shutting the door behind him before making his way over to sit next to you on your bed, “You’re sure you’re alright? You seem kind of down.”

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine.” You sniffled once more and Eddies eyes scanned over your face, seeing how red your cheeks had been and how your eyes were slightly puffy.

“(y/n),” He said sternly, “I know you better than that. Come on, don’t lie to me, I know something is going on. I’m not going to make you tell me if you don’t want to, but will you at least let me help you feel better?”

Your smile slowly dropped seeing how worried he was for you. Unfortunately, sometimes when you got into moods like this, it was common for you to forget to inform your friends of what was happening in your personal life. Sometimes it would get to be too much for you to handle and you would end up not really noticing when you would close yourself off from others. But Eddie always made sure to be there for you, even during the times when he knew that it was getting rough for you again.

“What’s going on. And don’t try to tell me that you’re fine again,” Eddie moved closer to you on the bed but made sure to keep a comfortable distance, so he didn’t make you feel like he was prying you to open, “I just want you to know that I’m here for you. Do you just want to talk?”

You sighed and looked down at your feet, trying not to let him see the tears that were pricking your eyes.

“Yeah, we can talk.”

“Do you want to talk? Or do you want me to listen?”

You sniffled once more and wiped away the stray tear that fell down your cheek,

“Listen.”

“Ok, that’s alright, I’ll listen for as long as you need me to.”

You nodded and looked up to the ceiling, taking a deep breath as you collected your thoughts,

“There’s just been a lot going on you know? I’ve been trying my best to make sure no one got worried, but it’s just been so hard to keep everything in sometimes…”

“I get what you mean.” He put his arm around your shoulder and brought you into him for a hug to try and comfort you.

“It’s just been one thing after another that’s been piling onto me, and it just gets too hard to deal with everything at once.”

Eddie nodded and let you take your time collecting your thoughts as you used your sleeve to wipe the tears from your eyes,

“I’m sorry I’m throwing all this at you too,” You sniffled, “I’m sure you don’t want to sit here and listen to me ramble and be all sad, but I appreciate you waning to be with me and listen, no one else has been checking in with me like you’ve been… You’re a good friend Eddie.” You smiled to him and leaned up to gently kiss his cheek,

“Thank you.”

He smiled down to you as your lips touched his cheek,

“Of course! You don’t have to thank me; it’s what good friends do.” He squeezed your shoulder a bit tighter as he hugged you, “Your boyfriend hasn’t been checking in on your or anything?”

You looked down to your feet and gently shook your head,

“No, um, actually that’s kind of what’s been getting me down the most…”

You looked up to Eddie, tears welling up in your eyes and his heart was breaking seeing you so torn up inside,

“We broke up a few weeks ago. I didn’t want to mention anything just because every time I thought about telling you it got me like this, but I hated having to keep it from you… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” He turned his body towards you and placed his hands on your shoulders to turn you to face him, forcing you to look at him with tears in your eyes, “You have nothing to apologize for. Do you want to talk about it? Or do you just need someone here?”

You sniffled and moved your hand up to wipe away a few stary tears before leaning into Eddie, your head hidden into his shoulder as your arms went around his waist to hug him close,

“I need someone here…”

His arms went back around your shoulders, holding you close into him, one hand going to gently hold the back of your head as you wept into his shoulder. He rested his head onto yours and he let you stay there for a moment, not wanting to disturb you. There were times he knew you just needed to get your emotions out and have someone there to support you and now was one of those times. He wanted you to feel safe and secure with him there, especially during a time that was affecting you so much.

“I’m here sweetheart, I’ll be here for as long as you need me to be.”

He placed a gentle kiss to your temple as you held each other, listening to the soft music still playing from your stereo as your breathing slowed. You had tried your best to calm down but your emotions were getting harder to contain. But knowing that you had someone there with you, knowing that Eddie was there with you, helped more than he would ever know.

Eddie was someone you wanted to always confide in, and during your relationship it was hard to continue a friendship that made your partner uncomfortable, but you never knew why. You respected their wishes, keeping your distance from Eddie when you were asked to, but it was hell not being able to see the one person you cared for the most.

Though you were just friends it felt like so much more to the two of you.

You had been friends for ages and had always been able to tell one another your fears and your dreams and everything else in between without being afraid to really express your feelings with one another. But not having Eddie be there with you through your hardest times hurt more than anything else in the world, and you were happy that he was there with you now.

Your breathing had slowed to a steady pace and Eddie could feel the tears stop as you slowly lifted your head from his shoulder, your hands moving from around his waist back up to your face to wipe away the dried trails of tears that had been left there,

“Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me for being here,” He looked down to you and smiled, his hand moving up to wipe away one last stray tear from your cheek, “it’s what good friends do. And I’m sorry you guys broke up, I know how much you liked them and I know it probably wasn’t very fun to have to keep all that in but you know you can always trust me with things like that. If something is going on I want you to tell me, ok?”

You slowly nodded and the corners of your lips curled into a shy smile,

“Ok. I promise.” You smiled up at him and leaned up just a bit, gently kissing his cheek before laying your head back onto his shoulder, “You’re a really good friend Eddie.”

“I have my moments.” He said with a smile, earning a small giggle from you.

You sat with each other for a few more moments, just enjoying being there with one another, and Eddie loved being able to hold you again after so long.

He was always respectful of the boundaries you had set with him once you and your partner were together, he had absolutely no issue with that, but there was a lot of times where he really missed having you there with him.

Hugging him and jumping around after another successful campaign during Hellfire, lying with one another as you watched those cheesy horror movies he loved, even doing things he hated like being dragged around to every store in the mall just because you didn’t want to go home yet. It took losing you for him to fully understand why it hurt so much to have you away from him.

He couldn’t help not knowing he had feelings for such a close friend.

And you missed having him there as much as he missed you.

Not being able to call him late at night like you used to, not being able to spend as much time with him or the rest of the guys during school or even after classes, not being able to hug him close during all the scary parts of the horror movies you watched when you snuck in through the side doors of the theater in town. All those silly things you took for granted were now making you realize that as much as you loved being his friend, you wanted him so much more than that.

He always made you feel so safe and so secure, he never invalidated your feelings and was always there when you needed someone to laugh or cry with. Having him back was the best feeling in the world, even after your heartbreak.

“Hey,” He said, grabbing your attention as you lifted your head from his shoulder, “what do you say you and me just spend some time together tonight? Just you and me, some snacks, some weed, some really awful horror movies. It’ll be just like old times. And I promise not to mention them at all tonight, scouts honor.”

“Eddie, you were never a scout.” You said with a giggle, “And yeah, that sounds nice. I could really use some company right now anyways; I appreciate you wanting to be here and help me through this.”

“Anytime sweetheart.” He pushed your head closer to him and placed his lips onto your forehead, “I’m going to head home really quick and pack up a few things alright? When I get back, I want you all cleaned up and I don’t want you to be crying over them anymore. We’re gonna go get some munchies for later and I’m buying. Don’t try and stop me.”

You smiled at him as he stood back up from your bed and made his way to your bedroom door, looking back at you once more before he opened the door,

“20 minutes tops, I promise.”

You smiled and nodded to him as he quickly left back to his van.

Being able to be with Eddie again was exactly what you needed. The feelings you had for him could be addressed another night, tonight was about getting back into the normalcy of your life before them, being able to spend time with the person you cared the most about. The person who always made you happy and always went out of their way to make sure that if you woke up upset you’d still go to bed with a smile after seeing them. The person who made you feel at home.

Eddie always felt like home.

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