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Hey can you do eddsworld the main 4 with a s/o romantic head cannons

Author's Note: Thank you so much Anon for the request! So sorry it took so long in advance, I just finished my finals so I was really excited about this one and had a lot of fun with it! Hope you'll like it and that I didn't portray anyone OOC😅 And lastly, go ahead and check out my masterlist if you like what you just read and if you want to request anything yourself, thank you, and enjoy!❤

Edd

🟢 Edd would be the type of boyfriend that just wants to chill out and hang out with his partner. He's a very casual guy in every sense of the word, and so would be the relationship with him, with some physical contact and romantic gestures sprinkled in occasionally.

🟢 One of the most defining traits of your relationship is humor! You'd share inside jokes together and create made-up words only you two would understand, making the people Tom around you go insane over the nonsense you tell each other while laughing.

"How did the Coca-Cola can feel after being steamrolled?"

"It was soda pressed!"

"I fucking hate both of you"

Basically, Edd would do anything just to make you smile/laugh, no matter how stupid it might be, if he knows you find it amusing he'll say/do anything just to see your expression!

🟢 Edd likes to draw you a lot, you could be sitting, washing the dishes, playing with Ringo, reading, playing a game, etc, whatever you're doing, he will draw it! He just can't help himself, you look adorable to him no matter what you're doing so he just can't resist himself! Most of the time he'll try to be sneaky about it so you wouldn't notice so he can capture you on paper perfectly, smiling the whole time because you're his favorite thing to draw! Sometimes if he feels happy enough with the finished product, he'd present it to you shyly, hoping you'd like it.

🟢 Be grateful, because you're the only one that Edd allows to go anywhere his cola and even drink it! Being with him gives you the privilege of doing so without asking, normally if anyone else would even lay a hand on his favorite drink they'd have a rabid Edd to fight off, but with you, it's like he doesn't even notice! Which by itself says a lot about how much he loves you!

🟢 Edd might not seem like a great listener, which is true, but when it comes to you, it's a different story. Whether you just want to talk about your day or info dump him about your new hyper fixation, he'll listen to it all with a smile on his face, commenting on the things you said or asking questions. When you vent, he makes sure that you know his full attention is on you and you only. He'll listen to everything you have to say while rubbing your shoulder and once you're done, he'll hug you and try to give you some kind of advice or reassurance, even though he isn't the best at this type of stuff, he'll still try his best though. Because he can't stand to see you hurt.

🟢 Edds love language includes quality time and gift giving! He just loves spending time with you no matter what you're doing! If you're working and can't give him any attention, he'll just sit next to you or position himself where he's touching you in some type of way and just occupy himself with drawing while you do your thing. Whenever you're in a situation where you can't spend time with him, just simply letting him sit nearby and do his thing is enough for him to call it "spending time with you", cause honestly just being in the same room as you is enough for him.

🟢 As we established before, Edd likes to draw you. So logically gift giving for him is giving you drawings he made of you, you two together, or things that you like, like a favorite character or animal. He also takes requests from you whenever he doesn't have any idea of what to draw, and whatever you ask him to draw he will. When Edd has enough money, he'll spend it on some kind of gift for you that he knows you'll like. And he'll give it to you without expecting anything in return, all he needs is that excited expression of yours and a kiss on the cheek/lips and he knows spending the money was worth it.

🟢 PDA isn't one of Edd's main love languages, but he still does it to a casual degree. He's not overly clingy, but he's not distant either, he's more casual with the way he expresses his physical love to you. Like when you sit together on the couch he puts his arm around you or when you're walking on the street he holds your hand. Edd prefers to shower you with more bold PDA behind closed doors though, that's when he's the most romantic as well. He'll give you lots of cuddles and kisses, praising you and telling you how much he loves you as well. It's not that Edd is embarrassed to show this side of himself in front of others, he just feels like sharing those moments between the two of you makes it have more meaning behind it.

🟢 Edd is really opportunistic when it comes to kissing, and by that I mean he'll only do it if he feels like the moment is right or is in the mood to do so. Maybe you do something adorable, and he just can't help but kiss you wherever he can reach you first. Edd's kisses are sweet and gentle, he likes to hold you whenever he does so too. Outside of your lips, Edd likes to kiss you on the cheek the most, he finds it comforting and likes to think of it as teasing that instead of kissing you on the lips, he kisses the place closest to it, he likes feeling like a little shit sometimes, what can I say?

🟢 Will cuddle with you a lot, especially if it's a lazy day for him or he's feeling down. Edd likes to be the big and the little spoon when cuddling, it just depends on how he's feeling. As the big spoon, he'll press you to his chest while laying his head on top of yours. But as a little spoon, it's the opposite, he'll bury his head in your chest, giving you easy access to his hair. When I tell you this guy will immediately melt as soon as you start tangling your hands into his hair, you swear you can hear him purr sometimes as you play with it. Edd is honestly the best cuddling option you can get, he's extremely soft and during winter he will warm you up with no problem, and during summer he somehow is still great to cuddle with because his temperature changes with the climate you can say. Cuddling Edd is like hugging a giant soft teddy bear. Best feeling ever, I tell you!

🟢 Edd isn't clingy, but boy does he get jealous of you when he feels threatened by others sometimes! He doesn't really think much of other people interacting with you, if they're just being friendly and don't try to pull any moves on you he might even join in on the conversation or just let you have your fun while vaguely paying attention. But that all changes once he hears the other person starting to flirt with you and being a little bit too touchy for his liking. He'll pay closer attention to both of you as his expression changes from a neutral one to an irritated one, waiting for the right moment to step in as he forces himself to tolerate what's happening until he gets a clear sign from you that he should step in. As soon as he sees a sign of you getting uncomfortable he's already next to you as he puts his hands on your shoulders, squeezing them with reassurance as he gives the person a threatening smile as he says: "My partner and I need to go, goodbye!" And with that, Edd immediately pulls you away from the person and begins to drag you home. The whole way back, Edd would be uncharacteristically very touchy with you, he'd press you against him hard and hold your waist tightly as he grumbles under his breath over what happened. Jealous Edd is a rare sight for you, but when he is jealous he deals with the situation quickly and swiftly to avoid confrontation, his goal only being to get you out of the situation as fast as possible.

🟢 Dates with Edd range from casual to exciting ones! They both really depend on your/his mood, to be honest. He'd take you to a cat cafe and go crazy over the cats with you while drinking and eating delicious desserts. He loves taking you to arcades! It's an excuse for both of you to have fun while calling it a date simultaneously. Edd would just take you to places he knows you'll like or are located in the town you two live in. Though when an occasional theme park comes along, you bet Edd is dragging you there right away no questions asked! If it's a special day of yours or just an anniversary, Edd will try to be a little bit fancier and take you out somewhere nice, like a restaurant or to a movie that is extremely romantic/dramatic that he thinks you'll like or fit the "fancy" category he made up in his head.

🟢 Edd is the most basic type of boyfriend out there I tell ya! All he wants is to be with or near you all day and every day and that's all he needs! He doesn't need to have an especially romantic life with you, but he isn't neglectful either, he's just somewhere in the middle. He'll change on a whim though if you tell him to show one of his sides more often because he just wants to make you happy! He's the type of guy to shower his love on you in private while in public some people aren't even sure if you two are dating or not because of how casual he is. I think Edd in a way is near-perfect boyfriend material for does that find his specific traits attractive, and as one of those people I say he would make a great boyfriend!

Matt

🟣 Matt would be the type of boyfriend that wants to spend every single moment with you and to love you to no end type of guy. He's probably the most romantic out of the four of them, so he'd make sure all the moments you spend together show that.

🟣 It comes to everyone's surprise that someone like Matt would fall in love with someone who isn't him and even love them on the same level as he does, but here we are! To him, you are the most incredible thing in the world, someone he feels can even compete with his handsome face! He makes sure to remind you of that fact every day, because why wouldn't he? Your looks and personality are everything to him, so much so that he forgets about his narcissistic views sometimes.

🟣 In fact, Matt will do anything when it comes to helping you feel better about your appearance! Say you wanna try out a new haircut or wanna change your style, Matt is right there with you through all of it, even participating in the changes himself. He'd do your makeup, nails, hair, even skincare routine, whatever it is, Matt wants to be there and be a part of it, he calls it bonding time!

🟣 Matt doesn't usually care if other people appreciate his beauty like he does, to him only his opinion matters. But once you come into the picture, your opinion means the world to him! Anytime you compliment him, call him your: "Handsome man", or anything of that sort, this man is dying on the floor because of the amount of love and affection he's feeling because of you. No one else's opinion matters about his face or anything related to him, but yours and he makes sure you and everybody around you know that just by his reactions alone.

🟣 Since you two are dating, you are bound to get dragged by Matt to buy or find something to add to his novelty collection. You'd go on your own set of adventures for the sole purpose of expanding his collection. Matt really appreciates you going with him, it just shows to him how much you are willing to put up with for him. For some, his hobby just seems like something that doesn't matter or an inconvenience, but you don't, and he truly loves that about you. Matt 100% has a will written down somewhere that says: "If anything happens to me, give all of my novelty collection to (Y/N)''.

🟣 Matt's love language includes words of affirmation and quality time! Matt's main go-to to showing how much he loves you is showering you with praise any chance he gets! You could be looking like a hobo or a supermodel, but that man will still call you the most attractive person in the universe! Any accomplishment, whether large or small is immediately met with him congratulating you like you just won an Oscar! Not to mention whenever you feel insecure or just down, Matt will make does feelings go away in a matter of seconds because of how innocent his love for you is, he knows every right word to use to show you how much you mean to him. And he'll remind you of that fact every day no matter who you are or what you do.

🟣 You'd think Matt's second love language would be physical touch, but nope! It's quality time, baby! But I think you know that based on the examples above. The point is, anything you wanna do, Matt has to be there doing that thing with you too! No matter if it's work or something boring, he needs to be there with you! If you're busy he'll sit with you in a way where he's basically touching you and as soon as you show any discomfort or mutter that you need something, Matt is on the way to get it! Even if you didn't technically ask him to do so. He's basically like a lost puppy just following you around everywhere without a care in the world.

🟣 Matt loves PDA, he adores it! Both giving and receiving affection are one of his favorite things about being in a relationship with you! The only reason why it's not his main love language is because he finds the other two more intimate, but this easily takes third place! Unlike Edd, Matt isn't afraid to go all the way out with his affection towards you, private or in public he is all over you to some degree. Kisses, hugs, holding hands, cuddles, he will grab any chance he gets to touch you in some way. If he could Matt would glue himself to you so that he can always be with you, that's how clingy he is with his love for you.

🟣 Kisses with Matt are literally the most purest and innocent thing in the world! He holds you against him as you kiss as if you were glass, that's how gentle he is with you! Expect a lot of muffled giggles and pleased sighs whenever you two kiss, he's just so happy to have you in his life like this that he just can't help himself! Outside of your lips, Matt adores giving you kisses on the nose! He just finds it charming and adorable in a way, especially when you give him a reaction in the process, he finds them precious. It may be childish, but he's a childish man so that adds up, plus nose kisses are the best!

🟣 Cuddles with Matt are a must in a relationship with him! No occasion is needed for him to just wrap you in his arms and lay with you comfortably for hours at an end. Matt is both big and little spoon, mostly leaning towards little spoon though. When he's the one holding you, and not squeezing the living daylights out of you. Matt would be laying on his back while you lay on top of him, with your head on his chest as he kisses the top of your head every now and then as his arms are tightly but comfortably wrapped around your upper back. But as a little spoon, Matt crawls himself into a ball as he buries himself into your chest, wanting to make it easier for you to hold him. He basically feels like a giant teddy bear! Though I won't recommend cuddling with Matt during winter without a blanket, man is always cold! But during summer, it's a different story, he's basically a cooler during the warm seasons, so literally perfect!

🟣 As established, Matt is clingy af so there's no surprise that the man will act super threatened as soon as he sees others laying their dirty hands on you in a flirty way. Until Matt senses a disturbance in the force, he'll tolerate the person interacting with you if it's just in a friendly way and if you clearly don't mind them talking with you as well. But as soon as the person enters the danger zone where they start to get flirty with you, Matt will glare daggers at them as a silent threat to get them to back off. Alongside that, he'll tug at your clothes gently and whine to you that you need to go with him as he stares at you with puppy eyes. If all of that fails and the rando will try to put his hands on you, Matt immediately jumps into action! Clinging to your back like a possessive koala as he smacks the person's hand away and screams: "NO! This gem is mine! Go find yours somewhere else!'' And with that, he picks you up by the waist with his arms wrapped around it and shuffles away like an awkward penguin while holding you with a big pout on his face. He'll only put you down once he calms down a bit or you protest hard enough, and once he does you better give him lots of kisses and reassurances as you let him cling to you in any way he can as you two head back home with a still slightly upset Matt.

🟣 Matt takes his dates seriously, that's why he always puts in the effort to make them super romantic! He'd take you to places any partner would on a typical date, movies, dinner, picnic in the park, star gazing, etc. With Matt, there is no such thing as a normal date, only the best of the best for his beloved! He'll dress up super fancy and always have some kind of gift with him to give you every time. Though Matt would be happy to comply with any date idea you have, elegant/traditional dates are always his go-to because of the romantic meaning behind them by society's and his standards.

🟣 Matt is the most loving and clingiest boyfriend out there, your existence alone makes him swoon so he doesn't need much outside of his novelty collection to be happy! He's utterly devoted to you and makes sure to show you that each and every day of your relationship, so much so that everybody around you two already knows you two are together without being told so. Matt would be the perfect boyfriend for those that want to feel loved to the extreme and feel appreciated by someone, and you'd feel all of that every day with him! Top-tier boyfriend material, I tell you! No complaints here!

Tom

🔵 Tom would be the type of boyfriend that isn't really great when it comes to relationships, but for you, he tries his very best to at least be decent. He'd purposefully try to go out of his comfort zone just to prove his love for you, wanting to show you that he actually cares even when he isn't the best at showing so sometimes, but he tries!

🔵 First of all, this mad lad broke up with his bass: Susan for you so that better show just how much he cares and loves you if he picked you over his most beloved bass! Speaking of Susan, Tom often makes up songs that he plays on his bass about/for you. To which you'd always have to beg him to play you some cause he's super embarrassed about them, but with enough reassurance, he'd play you some! And if you reward him with compliments or a kiss, he may just be inclined to show you more, gaining confidence each time.

🔵 And while on the subject of music! You two would always share/recommend each other's music taste! Tom really likes listening to the same music as you whether it's yours or his, he really enjoys the moment because it's just so intimate to him. You'd share headphones, you having one bud in your ear while Tom has the other, forcing each other to stay close, which Tom secretly enjoys very much as he can't help himself but relax each time you two do that.

🔵 We all know Tom's alcohol problem, especially with his favorite: Smirnoff, which he drinks any time he can. But when you two get into a relationship, Tom tries to step back from his alcoholism for your sake. Sure, he'd gladly drink with you if you'd like, but he'd actually pay attention to the amount he's drinking and stop once enough is enough. To be honest, your existence and the relationship make him want to be better for you, and that means acknowledging his problem and overcoming it step by step.

🔵 Whether you are someone that loves Christmas or hates it, depending on which, Tom will try his best to not ruin it for you and match your energy! If you're a Christmas lover, Tom wouldn't exactly act happy about the holiday with you, but you can tell he's really trying to hold back any negative comments about the holiday for your sake. Tom may hate Christmas, but he loves you enough to try his best to not ruin the holiday for you better reward him with affection afterwards cause boy does he need it! But if you're a Christmas hater, then you already know Tom is ruining the holiday with you while calling it a date!

🔵 Tom's love language includes acts of service and physical touch! Out of everything, Tom finds it easiest to express his love for you by doing things for you whether you asked him or not. It's because he can do it without overthinking whether what you're doing is okay or not because doing something for someone else naturally makes that person happy! You could have cooked something for you two and only stepped away for a second, only to come back and see Tom already doing the dishes and insisting that he's got it covered and that you go rest. Maybe you have a pet that needs to be let out or fed and you can't get out of bed to do so, you don't even need to ask and Tom is already on it and doing it for you with no complaints, not even expecting anything in return while doing so.

🔵 One wouldn't expect that one of the main two love languages Tom has is physical touch, but here we are! Tom is actually extremely touch-starved, but won't allow himself to be touched or touch someone else until he feels 100% safe with them. At the beginning of the relationship it took a while for Tom to open himself up to such affections, but the way you took things slow and steady for him really helped and he allowed himself to feel vulnerable with you. Tom loves to give you hugs from behind, you'll be doing something while standing and all of a sudden two arms wrap around you and you can feel his head burry itself in the crock of your neck. At that point he can't live without touching you, you're his rock and he needs you to feel stable and safe. He's always touching you in some way, no matter what you're doing or what position you are in.

🔵 PDA and physical touch are basically the same things, right? Anyways, while out in public Tom is way more reserved with you because he doesn't appreciate strangers staring at the two of you, he'd still be okay with hand-holding or a kiss on his favored spot every now and then, but in private? Tom goes crazy in private, (not as crazy as Matt or Tord but still!) Basically, any opportunity he gets to show you his love for you in a physical manner he takes it. It doesn't matter what you're doing, he is touching you in one way or another. Like I said, you are his rock, his safe haven, and without you near him he'd go crazy, so holding you, kissing, hugs, hand-holding, and everything else in between is what he'll shower you daily with! Please hold him too every once in a while, Lord knows he needs it and may even have a mental breakdown from the affection alone, but he loves it I promise.

🔵 In the beginning Tom was very awkward when it came to kissing, but he eventually got the hang of it and became more comfortable! They were also very unsure and timid at the beginning, forcing you to take the lead, but with each kiss, Tom became more confident, and now he likes to kiss you with slow passion, savoring the intimate closeness with you. Besides your lips, Tom's other favorite spot to kiss you is your forehead. It's just so sweet, gentle, and innocent to him that he sometimes finds it even more intimate than a kiss on the lips. He usually kisses your forehead when you do something that he just really appreciates whether you meant it or not. Maybe you fixed the broken string in his bass for him and he'll just give you the most loving gaze and that gentle smile as he grabs your face and gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead as a thanks. He just finds forehead kisses soothing, what can I say?

🔵 Cuddles=physical touch, so Tom enjoys if not loves them a lot! Tom has a preference for being the big spoon over the little spoon. As the big spoon, it literally feels as if Tom is trying to fuse with you by how hard, he's pressing you against him. You both would be lying at your sides as Tom has his arms wrapped tightly around your lower back and his head buried in your hair as he lets the scent of your shampoo ease him. Though Tom has a stronger preference for being the big spoon, he won't complain if you're the one who wants to hold him, especially if he's feeling vulnerable that day. You'd be lying at your sides again, but he'd have his back turned to you as you hug him from behind and run your hands up and down his arms/hands to soothe him, as he feels too embarrassed to face you when he's in his low state. Again, I'm sorry but just like Matt, Tom is always cold and you'd need a blanket with you whenever you two cuddle, except for summer though, cuddling with Tom during summer feels like heaven!

🔵 As said before, Tom loves physical affection and he views you as his safe heaven basically, so he isn't much of a fan when other people touch you, but if it's a friend or you allow the action yourself, there isn't much he can do but to tolerate it. But if it's someone that's trying to get with you, that's a different story! Tom makes it plainly obvious that he hates the person just by looking at them with that huge grimace and annoyed expression on his face as soon he can tell that they are flirting with you. Unlike Edd, Tom won't wait for a sign from you or anything like that, as soon as his feelings of feeling threatened are made correct by the actions of the person flirting with you he is right by your side, hugging you from behind possessively as he puts his head on your shoulder and says: "Hey babe, is this guy bothering you?" And just from his words and actions alone, the rando gets the hint you're already taken and leaves immediately with an apology. Apology or not, that does not stop Tom from glaring daggers at the person as you drag him away back home, having to soothe him with words of affection as he grumbles under his breath about wanting to choke the person.

🔵 Tom is very awkward with dates and finds them super complicated to arrange, man doesn't have much experience with dating and wants the best for you, so he tries his best to make the dates the best they can be! Tom would never admit it, but he'd be looking up advice online on where to take his partner on a date and go based on that, which means Tom doesn't really have a specific type of date he goes on with you, it's mainly whatever the best thing he can find online, he goes with. You ain't complaining though, cause those dates range from romantic dinners to the aquarium to a musical, to a picnic! No matter what it is or where you go, your boyfriend always makes sure you're having fun.

🔵 Tom is the most awkward boyfriend that doesn't know what he's doing but tries his best anyway just to make the relationship work. He may not always understand what he's supposed to do as a boyfriend or how to do it because he is always internally freaking out if what's he doing actually works, but he'd never once make you feel like he doesn't love you. He'd remind you of that fact every day in any way he can, whether large or small. Your existence keeps him sane and happy, so he'll do anything he can just to keep you at his side, even if he doesn't always know what he's doing.

Tord

🔴 Tord would be the type of boyfriend that thinks he knows what he's doing while being a huge show off while doing so, but in reality, he has no idea how being in love and dating works. Still, he sure acts like he does cause he feels insanely confident in a relationship because he thinks it's easy and he knows what he's doing (it isn't and he doesn't) But he rarely makes you suspect that over how nice a relationship with him is!

🔴 Tord is very open with his love for guns, especially when he pulls one out of nowhere before shooting something. Even though Tord doesn't mind showing you off his shooting skills, in fact, he loves it, but he will not allow you to touch his weapon at all! No amount of reassurance will make him trust you or himself enough to give you such a weapon. He just fears something might go wrong, if there's anyone else's safety he's more worried about it than his, it's yours and he will never put your life in danger willingly no matter what.

🔴 He'd show you his little inventions like the couch one or something like that and gets giddy when you show interest in them and praise him for them. He'd never show you his dangerous inventions though, like his giant robot out of fear of losing you, but if you have an invention request for him, Tord is more than happy to make it come true! Any nondangerous gadget is at your disposal any time you want and is free to use without asking, which means something because very few people have this sort of privilege from him.

🔴 So we all know Tord likes to smoke his cigars, well, similar to Tom with his alcohol problem, he will try to smoke less if not stop entirely at one point just for your sake. Whether you made a comment about his smoking habit or not, he's sure his smoke breath just after he finished his cigar doesn't feel really good when you two kiss. So he'd try his best to lessen doing it, or at least not smoke before he gets to spend time with you just so that he doesn't smell too bad.

🔴 Tord would be the type of boyfriend to lend you his clothes but on purpose! You won't need to ask for his hoodie or anything before he one day walks up to you with his hoodie and gives it to you without a word before walking away. If you comply and wear his clothes, expect to have his eyes always on you with a flirty smirk to match. He just can't help himself but feel oddly satisfied and honored for you to wear his clothes that are always too big for you, he finds it adorable and a way of marking you by having something of him with you, but he'd never tell you that of course.

🔴 Tord's love language is unsurprisingly physical touch and words of affirmation! Out of the main four, it was given that Tord would love physical touch a ton! Tord normally isn't a touchy person at all, he avoids having physical contact with most people like the plague, but with you? It's the opposite! The second you get together he's all over you in any way and every day he can! He saves the special affection for people that mean the most to him, and you just happened to be his entire world so he makes sure you receive the attention you deserve! Sitting on the couch with his arms wrapped around you? Check. Eating together with your knees touching? Check. Driving and sitting next to each other with his hand on your thigh? Check. Just any scenario with him having his hands on you in some way is always possible with Tord. He just feels safe and comfortable being this close to you, he doesn't show it, but Tord deals with a lot of anxiety and paranoia over the things he hides from you and his friends. It can get a lot sometimes, and the only way for him to let it all out is through physical contact with you.

🔴 Tord lives for giving you physical affection, but words of affirmation are exactly on the same level for him! Tord is a natural flirt that can come up with a pick-up line on the fly without trying, that's how good he is! But flirting isn't the only way he'll verbalize his love for you, a simple thought-out compliment or praise is what you'll hear from him a lot as well. Maybe you're working on something and are getting tired of it but you have to push through when you suddenly get interrupted by Tord appearing out of nowhere as he rubs your back reassuringly and tells you how great you're doing and to remember to take breaks etc. Just like with Matt, whatever you do, and no matter what the outcome of it was, or no matter how insecure you are, you will always be met with praise from him as he kisses you all over your face. Overall, just imagine yourself in any scenario just like the one before and Tord will find an excuse to flirt/compliment/praise you.

🔴 PDA and Tord are like best friends, why would he stop showering you with love in public when you clearly deserve all of the attention you can get? He's the same as Matt honestly, there is just no stopping him from kissing, hugging, hand-holding, etc, no matter where you two are. His love for you both in public and in private is the exact same, he just wants the whole world to know who you belong to and just wants to show your relationship off! Plus Tord doesn't feel any need to tone down the affection out in public, why should he? He barely pays attention to the random people on the street anyway because all of his attention is on you, everything else just doesn't matter when he's with you so he acts like it with his affections.

🔴 Kisses with Tord happen literally almost every minute and yet he always manages to find a way to make the next one more amazing than the last. He wants you to love and remember every moment of it as he slowly but sensually moves his lips against yours with that stupid smirk on his face and half-lid eyes that scan you with satisfaction. Tord is always confident when kissing you, so there's no hesitation coming from him before his lips are on yours while holding you so close you can barely move. And all of that is what I just described how kissing with Tord looks and feels like all the time. Outside of the lips though, Tord's other favorite spot to kiss you is to no one's surprise, your neck! It doesn't even need to be sexual, he just loves to kiss you there! The reactions you give him as you stiff at his sudden touch to the neck before you slowly relax and maybe let your voice out once in a while if Tord feels like teasing you a bit with his cheeky kisses. He is a pervert after all, so you can imagine he enjoys the show you give him sometimes immensely.

🔴 Same as with Tom and Matt, Tord lives for cuddles with you! Sorry, to say but Tord is always the big spoon, under no circumstance would he willingly put himself in a vulnerable position that we call the "little spoon". The only way for that to happen is you'd walk in on him in an uncharacteristically vulnerable moment, you both know he won't reveal what made him so upset so the only thing you can think of is to lay down and hug him from behind, pressing yourself against him tightly as you whisper reassuring words into his ear. Tord would never admit it, but he really appreciated the gesture, but you won't catch him asking to be a little spoon after that, it's just not his thing. What his thing is being the big spoon though! He is literally wrapped around you like a koala the whole cuddle session, you'd be pressed against his chest with his arms wrapped around your waist and his legs entangled with yours as he lays his head on top of yours. Unlike the two before him, Tord is always warm, so cuddling during the summer is always a pain, especially because Tord can't go a single day without multiple cuddles. But during winter you cannot be more glad than to have a literal fireplace as a boyfriend!

🔴 Tord feels like everyone is a threat to your relationship with a few exceptions constantly, even if the person in question is just a friend or someone that truly means no harm Tord will always feel like he's competing over you with them. As soon as he realizes the person's intentions with you he'd glare daggers at them with an almost silent animalistic growl coming from him as crossed arms almost rip the fabric of his hoodie from how tightly he's holding the fabric. As soon as the person's hands start to move towards you in an attempt to touch you, in a blink of an eye Tord is right behind you as he grabs your shoulders and possesivly presses your back against his chest. ''Get lost before I make you" If looks could kill the rando would have been already on the floor dead from the terrifying threat and expression Tord had on his face. Before you realize what's happening the person is already bolting in the opposite direction, you only snap out of it once you feel Tord's grip on you loosen as he looks at you with a satisfied smile before grabbing your hand and walking back home. It's almost as if the situation is already forgotten by him altogether, but it isn't, in fact, he'll have that memory of you getting hit on for a while before he gets over it. He just chooses not to show you how much the situation has impacted him for your sake, though he would really appreciate a kiss or two with some reassurance as you two head home, it'll make him feel better faster.

🔴 Tord legit has no idea what he's doing when it comes to dates. Just like Tom, he'd look up advice online on how to make "the perfect date" for you. The dates he'd typically settle on are the ones he knows you'd love to go to, he'd pay special attention in conversations where you mention a specific place you'd love to go to and immediately write it down as one of the places he should take you to. Literally, anything you want he will make it happen, restaurant, theme park, cinema, arcade, etc, just name it and you're going there! Tord already knows you're enjoying yourself because he purposefully took you somewhere you wanted to go, but he'd always try to make the date even more fun with various shenanigans he does to make you laugh, making dates more memorable than they would've originally been.

🔴 Tord is the embodiment of a boyfriend that wants nothing more but to make you the center of his world if not the universe. If someone like him could get with someone like you then it's only right he makes you feel like the most special person in the world! And just like Matt, he's perfect for those that need/want to be reminded of that fact every day, whether you want it or not Tord is basically worshiping you and he'll make sure you don't forget that fact either! Honestly, you're the only reason why he hasn't taken over the world yet, you'll never know that fact personally, but it's true!

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y-rhywbeth2 · 7 days

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Naming Systems

For the humans and tieflings of Baldur's Gate (and half-orcs and half-elves who follow human naming systems rather than that of their non-human culture) Dwarves, elves and others will be done another time to save space.

Obviously I imagine you've all named your Tavs and Durges by now, but idk, I felt like doing this and maybe you've got random background OCs to name.

Sometimes people like to name their kids after gods. Like "Helm" and "Torm".

Chondathan

By far the most common names and surnames in Baldur's Gate (including non-human names).

Quite often people have no official surnames and use locations and vocations as surnames, like in real life (Blackgate, Cliffgate, Tumbledown, Tailor, Gardner)

Families of Cormyrean descent usually favour portmanteau surnames: Evenwood, Breakwood, Ironwinter, Summergate, Amblecrown, etc.

Residents of the Dalelands who move abroad often use the name of their Dale and shorten it. For example, Barantra from Tasseldale upon moving to Baldur's Gate would call herself "Barantra Tassel" and her descendants might continue to use that as a surname.

Dales: Archen, Scar, Tassel, Deeping, Harrow, Battle, Feather, High, Mistle, Shadow, Moon*, Sessren*, Tarkhal*, Teshen*, Dagger, Merry* *These dales have fallen to history. In the case of Merrydale, the name was changed to Daggerdale after an incident involving a brutal vampire infestation that led to a lot of violence and made everybody suspicious and hostile, so these surnames would indicate it's been a long time since your ancestors left the Dalelands.

Sembian families like to invent newer and grander surnames, in an attempt to make themselves look rich and important. This is less likely to be seen in the Western Heartlands, but I suppose it still may occur. Families often hyphenate their names so you might meet "Shandri Clarandal-Tarlroyal", or "Roakyn Dauncrown-Sardar"

Canon common given names: Masculine: Darvin, Dorn, Evendur, Gorstag, Grim, Helm, Malark, Morn, Randal, Stedd. Feminine: Arveene, Esvele, Jhessail, Kerri, Lureene, Miri, Rowan, Shandri, Tessele. (Plus a few dozen more I'm not typing out)

While the following isn't exactly canon I feel like you can get a name that "sounds about right" by breaking the syllables down and shoving on a syllable that goes on the end.

Like with the names "Lureene" and "Arveene", the ending is "eene" and you get the syllables "Lur" and "Arv". Then you could get new names by taking, idk, "Kerri" and "Miri". Ker+ri, Mi+ri = Lurri and Kereene and Arvri. Mieene doesn't really sound right, but idk.

Syllables Dar, Dor, D, Even, Gor, Gors, Gr, Mal, M, Rand, Ran, St, S, Arv, Esv, Jhes, Ker, Shand, Bev, Tes, Al, Ald, Alvae, And, Gal, Galag, Cath, Coran, Bold, Bol, Elbas, Ind, Jath, Ont, Prend, Baran, Coel, Dar, Em, Shar, Galiy, Hael, Saldv, Dal, Torv, Varan, Joy, Sar, Pip, Nan, Zor, Nok, Rorn, Far, Soor, Mi

Endings Masculine: -in, -vin, -orn, -dur, -ur, -tag, -stag, -im, -ark, -al, -dal, -edd, -arl, -rel, -rus, -us, -or, -ion, -stion, -ond, -dor, -yn, -dyn, -yk, -ryk, -ke, -il

Gorion, Darvin, Malryk, Tesor, Jathstag...

Feminine: -eene, -ele, -sail, -ri, -dra, -tra, -ra, -la, -ria, -ara, -arra, -one, -ue, -due, -syl, -ala, -ys, -ae, -naem, -ice, -e

Shandra, Miele, Darla, Arvone, Sarice, Cathtra, Bevra...

Alzhedo

The second most common group of names heard in the Gate, although early in the city's history I suspect Calishite and Illuskan names were more common. I note that "Jaheira" is likely an Alzhedo name (which makes sense, she's from Tethyr).

So, Calishite filial piety and subsequent naming standards are very detailed and specific: "A person is worthless without the identity gained by his name and that of his family."

A slave will have their given name and the name of the family that "owns" them. A large part of the population of Baldur's Gate are descended from former slaves, exiles and dissidents of the Calishite Shoon Empire, and would likely have originally borne names under that system.

In this case it's [name] adh [master's surname] So for example, Hamlil adh Tahandral. It's possible that it Hamlil had migrated northwards with her family that one of her descendants might be Miri Tahandral or something.

A freeman would list their title/s, their given name, their matronym or patronym, their family name, and their home town.

So if your name is Aseid, your father is Haseir, you're of House Dumein and you live in Baldur's Gate then: your full name, in the traditional manner, is "Aseid yn Haseir el Dumein yi Baldur's Gate," while if you have a sister, Ceidil daughter of Atala is called "Ceidil yr Atala el Dumein yi Baldur's Gate."

Adding your hometown onto the end is usually not necessary, and using it all the time is a sign of civic pride.

Diaspora, such as the Baldurians, usually drop the articles. Aseid Haseir Dumein Ceidil Atala Dumein.

Aseid may chose to use a matronym, Aseid Atala. This deliberately draws attention to her identity over her husband's which is unusual. It implies that his mother is particularly high ranking or infamous. Likewise Cidil may name herself Ceidil Haseir.

Clergy traditionally replace their family with their god, so if Aseid decides to go to the Rose Portal shrine and take up life in service to Lathander, he will be "Aseid el Lathander" or "Aseid Lathander".

Syllables As, Am, And, Bard, Has, Khem, Khe, Meh, Sud, Sudei, Zash, At, Ceid, Cei, Ha, Ham, Jah, Jas, Mei, Meil, Seip, Sei, Yash, Bash, Dum, Jas, Khal, Kha, Most, Mos, Pash, Amj, Tah, Tahan, Bhal, Mjo

Endings: M: -eid, -eir, -ed, -med, -en, -men, -man, -ad, -id, -al, -ein, -an, -ar, -ein, -san, -ir

Amen, Mehsan, Khemad, Zashein...

F: -ala, -edia, -eira, -eda, -il, -a, -ma, -al, -lil, -ida, -eina, -ana, -ara, -eina, -sana, -ira

Jaheira, Bhalil, Yashana, Tahma...

?: -sha

Canon common names: Masculine: Aseir, Bardeid, Haseid, Khemed, Mehmen, Sudeiman, Zashtir. Feminine: Atala, Сеidil, Hama, Jasmal, Meilil, Seipora, Yasheira, Zasheida. Common house names: Dumein, Jasan, Khalid, Mostana, Pashar, Rein.

Illuskan

Third most common group.

I can't find much of anything about how naming systems are supposed to work for Illuskans.

Some don't use them at all.

Some go for patronyms and matronyms: -sson and -sdottir, so you get like, Malcersson and Cefreysdottir. These do not seem to be common. Some surnames are: "Kurth", "Helder", "Rethnor", "Stornar", "Rhuul"... This is entirely headcanon/guessing, but maybe they're patronyms and matronyms with the suffix removed? Luthin Cefreysdottir -> Luthin Cefrey?

Some gain names for themselves, self-bestowed or bestowed by reputation, based on aspects of themselves or their deeds that they're proud of or that give them fame: Nimoar "the Reaver", Ornar "of the Claw".

Most have surnames of some kind, some are portmanteaus: "Tenfeather", "Hornraven", "Windrivver", "Hathwinter", "Brightwood", "Lackman", "Stormwind", "Gnarlybone." This seems to be the most common form of surname. I'm entirely hypothesising, but Illuskan cultures value bravery and strength (particularly in battle) so I'd assume those are deed-names, possibly inherited from a famous ancestor?

Syllables: And, Bla, Bl, Br, Fr, G, Lan, Land, L, Mal, Malc, Sto, Tam, Am, Ama, Be, Beth, Ce, Keth, Mar, Ol, Sili, West, Wes, Or, Alas, Aga, Jaun, Von, Oj, Ost. Uth, Nash

Endings: M: -er, -ath, -ran, -eth, -uth, -der, -or, -an, -nar, -gar

Nasher, Oruth, Landgar, Ander, Vonor, Westran...

F: -frey, -tha, -ra, -ga, -tra, -da, -in, -ya

Agatha, Ojya, Malda, Stoya, Ceda, Luthin...

Canon common names: Masculine: Ander, Blath, Bran, Frath, Geth, Lander, Luth, Maler, Stor, Taman, Urth. Feminine: Amafrey, Betha, Cefrey, Kethra, Mara, Olga, Silifrey, Westra.

Rashemi (Gur)

The Gur still speak a variant of the proto-Rashemi tongue amongst themselves in private, so depending on how much they assimilate or not I imagine at least some of the names might be similar?

I can find even less about Rashemaar surnames than I can anyone else right now.

Surnames used by Rashemi are: Chergoba, Dyernina, Itazyara, Murnyethara, Stayanoga and Ulmokina. Names like that might be Gur tribe names?

Syllables: Fyev, Bori, Bor, Faur, Hulm, Hul, Jand, Jan, Im, Kanith, Kani, Kan, Madi, Mad, Nav, Madis, Ralm, Shau, Shaum, Vladis, Vlad, Dyna, Min, Tam, Yul

Endings: M: -vik, -gar, -ik, -ar, -islak, -ak, -evik, -insk

F: -arra, -mith, -ith, -zel, -el, -dra, -ra, -heir

Canon common names: Masculine: Borivik, Faurgar, Jandar, Kanithar, Madislak, Ralmevik, Shaumar, Vladislak. Feminine: Fyevarra, Hulmarra, Immith, Imzel, Navarra, Shevarra, Tammith, Yuldra,

#Today I worked out that Jaheira's name is Alzhedo in origin #Which is a bit obvious in hindsight #...“The Dark Urge yn Bhaal el Bhaal yi Barrens of Doom and Despair” is a legit name #...“Durge Bhaal Bhaal”#Me: “Maybe today I'll talk about how the afterlife works”#Brain: “Nah research fantasy names instead.”#Me: “OK”#lore stuff

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minkshame · 1 month

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Related to lubotomies post:

Gould had a knack for quick setup in multipart comics. This is the 2nd strip from the accident series that is 6 comics long.

It starts with Edd asking why Matt was in the car. Without the previous comic we can already understand that Matt probably hit tom while driving. The visual and edd’s dialogue does all that work. No previous setup needed. It’s funnier KNOWING that matt crashed the car into their house but is it necessary? No.

And again the comic has a punchline of its own.

The end of the Decoy series also has a great standalone strip. What did matt do to become toms footrest? I dont know unless i read the parts before but do i need to know? Not at all. Its funny on its own.

I don’t think EVERY COMIC in a series needs to be perfect standalone, theres a few old ones that really only work in the series theyre in but its better to lean towards your audience having no clue whats going on before or after this one strip.

Like this joke needed 2 parts. But if you know matt as a character just reading the second one is enough.

I dont think Gould did this with a lot of these particular rules in mind. I think he was just naturally inclined to comedy writing and appealing characters and framing of shots. This stuff is not easy. You have to actively think about setups that are easy to understand and pay them off with jokes in very little space and words. Gould used THREE panels, not four. He started using four at the very end of his time doing the strips.

So basically this is just me admiring his craft now.

I’ve tried some comics myself and ive found them really difficult.

Take notes, beyond. What about this strip can i find funny or entertaining without knowing the previous? What even is the joke here anyway?

#tp #smile #eddsworld

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nerdytyrantphantom · 2 years

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Murphy’s Law

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader Summary: What happens when your truck breaks down at your best friend's house late one cold, rainy night? Rating: 18+ Minors DNI Warnings: smut / oral (both) / cock riding lol / 5.5k words sorry Notes: This has been sitting in my Google Docs for WEEKS and I just had to get it out finally. Constructive feedback welcome!

MURPHY’S LAW: Anything that can go wrong will go wrong. This is what you’re thinking about as you sit in the chilly cab of your truck, watching the torrential downpour outside the windows. You take a deep breath and turn the key in the ignition one more time, but the same sound persists: click-click-click-click-click. You painfully accept the culprit: a dead battery.

What’s worse is that you’re not at home where you could easily abandon your truck and any ideas you had about driving it. Instead you’re outside your best friend Eddie Munson’s home and it’s a late October night. Just minutes ago, the two of you sat thigh-to-thigh in his living room watching The Thing – a movie you’d both seen too many times to count – as part of a Halloween marathon you’d been having all month in anticipation for the holiday. The whole thing had become routine: Eddie and you would peruse the horror aisle of Family Video, select a blockbuster for the night, and then nestle onto his couch back at his place.

It wasn’t always easy to focus on the films, however. Over the past couple of months, your feelings for Eddie had shifted; you grew to think of him as less than a friend and more of an unrequited love. Sure, you’d never admitted your feelings to Eddie. But you were positive that if you did, the feelings wouldn’t be returned. Why would Eddie want you? Regardless, that didn’t stop you from savoring every small moment your skin touched his. When the movie was over and it was time to go home, you’d cruise to every stoplight in a daze, replaying all of the times you both reached for a handful of popcorn at the same time and how his fingers felt so soft against your own.

But tonight you weren’t able to make that melodramatic drive home pining over your best friend. Tonight you had to do something you’d only fantasized about doing: ask if you could come back inside.

That’s how you find yourself running through puddles up the stairs to Eddie’s trailer. Your knuckles rap against the door as you shift your weight from one foot to the other, the cold from the rain sinking into your clothes and chilling you to the bone. The flimsy awning above the entrance to the trailer provides just enough shelter as fat raindrops bounce off the tin surface. Then, as another chill makes you tremble for the umpteenth time, the door swings open.

“Whoa, déjà vu!” Eddie yells over the sound of the downpour. He looks over your shoulder and squints at your truck through the rain. “Shit. Your old lady kick out on you?” he asks.

You quickly nod your head, still shaking. “Y-Yeah,” you yell back, the frigid weather sneaking its way into your speech as your teeth begin to chatter. Eddie’s eyes immediately dart back to you.

“Here, come back inside.” He extends his arm out to usher you back in, not moving from the doorframe so you’re forced to brush against him as you do. He gently places a guiding hand on the center of your back, before turning around and locking the door.

Once inside, you take inventory of the living room. It’s just how you left it: warm and cozy with the ambient glow of a lamp in the corner, the last remnants of marijuana smoke hovering in the air, and the muted credits of The Thing still rolling across the screen. The only change is the addition of a pint of ice cream on the coffee table, the lid tossed beside it, with a spoon standing erect in the sweet dessert’s center. You can’t help but smile.

“You sure you don’t mind if I…” you trail, turning back around to face Eddie. You’re not quite sure what you’re asking and hope for Eddie to fill in the blanks, like he so often does.

“Of course not,” Eddie replies, eyebrows stitched together like even thinking such a thing is ridiculous. “Don’t be silly.”

“Okay. Thanks, Eds – I really appreciate it. I’m pretty sure it’s the battery that’s dead,” you say, peeking through the window blinds. You watch the rain pummel your truck under the yellow glow of a lamppost.

Eddie picks up his pint of ice cream – Rocky Road – and takes a bite. “The good thing about that,” he says with a full mouth, pointing his spoon at you, “is that it’s an easy fix. Just gotta jump it once it stops raining.” He wipes his hand over his mouth.

Another chill trickles down your spine from the wet and the cold. You shift your weight from one foot to the next. “That’s the thing though, Eds,” you say, turning to face him. “I don’t know when this rain is supposed to let up.”

Eddie stabs his spoon into the ice cream and shrugs. “Well,” he says, tilting his head to the side, eyes studying the small mound of ice cream on the end of his spoon, “I guess you’re stuck with me for a while.” After he takes the bite, he looks at you with a smile – a real smile that makes your stomach do somersaults. But then just as quickly as he’s smiling, his eyes are bulging out of his head and he’s nearly choking on his ice cream.

“Shit,” he says, wiping his hand over his mouth. “You’re freezing. Let me grab you some dry clothes.” And with that, he disappears down the hallway, leaving you alone in the living room.

You take this opportunity to unzip your hoodie, peeling the sopping wet fabric off of your arms. Next, you toe off your Converse, neatly placing them by the door. You’re left in your t-shirt, jeans, and socks, which are all soaked, sending more shivers down your back. And you know from experience that the rain has made your hair a wild mess, leaving it in desperate need of a good comb-through. All that to say, you feel your cheeks redden with embarrassment when Eddie returns with an amused smile on his face.

“What?” you ask sheepishly, afraid of what he might say.

Eddie just shakes his head. “It��s nothing,” he promises, extending a small stack of clothes to you. “Here. You can go into the bedroom or the bathroom to change – doesn’t matter.”

“Thanks, Eds,” you say, graciously accepting the dry clothing. When you get into his bedroom to change, you can’t help but laugh at what he’s selected for you to wear: an old pair of Hawkins High sweatpants from freshman year P.E. class and his one and only Hellfire Club shirt. For a moment you debate whether or not to remove your bra and panties, but ultimately say fuck it and discard of the garments. Then you return to the living room, where you find Eddie sitting on the couch with his ice cream.

“Whoa,” he says, freezing mid-bite. “That shirt looks…” He swallows. “Great on you.”

Once again, that familiar feeling is back – the one Eddie gives you so many times, the one that feels like a fire igniting in your stomach and burning up your chest, your neck, to your cheeks, where it turns you a bright shade of red.

You can’t help but give in just a little. “You think so?” you ask, playfully giving him a twirl. Then you join him on the couch. “I must say, I feel pretty special getting to wear the shirt of the Dungeon Master himself.”

At this, Eddie blushes. To keep himself busy, he pops his spoon into his mouth, letting it hang, while he fumbles to put the lid back on his ice cream pint. “Well, to be clear,” he says, his words slightly garbled from the spoon, “you are pretty special.”

And just as the words leave Eddie’s mouth – muddled as they may be – he’s praying to God he hasn’t made things awkward. Because for the longest time, he’s wished he could tell you that: that you were special. After all, there weren’t many people who would patiently sit and listen to the progress he’d made learning new songs on his guitar. There weren’t many people who would listen to him passionately spew new ideas for his Dungeons and Dragons campaign and ask him clarifying questions to help solidify his ideas. And most importantly, there weren’t many people who calmed Eddie’s anxieties like you. Comfortable silences were an odditie in Eddie’s world, but they came natural with you, and for that, he was grateful.

But that was too hard – too scary – to say aloud. So, after he said what he said, he stood up from the couch to put his ice cream away, acting like it wasn’t a big deal. And it’s his confident casualness that convinces you this is just Eddie being typical, unfiltered Eddie. As he walks towards the kitchen with his back to you, you feel a pang in your chest, wishing so badly that his words ran deeper than he let on. But you force yourself to brush off the sorrowful ache in your heart and go back to playing “best friends.”

“So, what were you planning on doing after I left?” you ask as he reenters the living room. He plops on the couch beside you, extending his arms over the top, his left arm behind your head.

“Honestly?” he laughs, a contagious smile spread across his face. “Eat ice cream and crash.” He arches his back into the couch and stretches his arms out more, the bottom of his shirt rising to reveal a sliver of inked skin. “Yep,” he yawns, rubbing his face. “Had a looong day of being a badass, so this Dungeon Master is wiped.” He gives you a teasing smile, both of you very well knowing Eddie hadn’t done anything but watch movies with you all day.

“Well, don’t let me stop you,” you say hurriedly. “If you want to go to bed, I can put on another movie to watch or something. Don’t worry about me.”

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “You sure you’re not tired, too?” he asks, a smirk playing on his lips. “I seem to recall a certain someone dozing off not that long ago.”

You bite your lip as your cheeks redden; he noticed you sleeping? You shake off the idea while you trace the big “H” embroidered on the thigh of your sweatpants. “I could probably fall asleep,” you admit. You glance around the room, spotting a blanket over the back of a recliner; you get up to retrieve it.

Eddie watches you, chewing on his lip as he tries to figure out how to say what’s on his mind. Before he’s had time to think it through, you return with the blanket and plop back down beside him. You hug the sofa pillow to your chest and give him a reassuring smile. “Got everything I need,” you say.

Eddie springs from his seat. “Oh! So, you’re gonna crash on the couch,” he realizes, speaking more to himself than to you. He quickly walks towards a small closet, removing a pile of thick blankets. He drops them on the couch beside you and then stands there staring at you with his hands on his hips, something eating away at him, but what, you’re not sure.

Finally, he mutters an awkward “goodnight” and starts to walk towards the hallway before he’s turning around and pacing, a torn expression on his face. “Okay, let me level with you,” he says with a sigh, looking everywhere but at you. “That couch is a bitch to sleep on. I’m talking back problems for days.” He plays with his hair and then stops pacing, finally looking at you. “So, I mean, if you’re cool with it, I’m cool with it, if you want to just like, use my bed.”

“Oh, no, Eddie,” you say blushing. “I’m not about to kick you out of your own bed.” Your eyes stay focused on the “H” embroidery covering your thigh, afraid to look up.

Eddie’s got his tongue in his cheek before he decides to bite the bullet. “Who said anything about kicking me out of my bed?” he asks. A silence hangs in the air, anticipation filling the room.

You glance up at Eddie to see if he’s joking with you, but he’s looking at you with the most earnest expression, like he’s hanging on to your every next word.

“Okay,” you say, standing up from the couch.

“Yeah?” Eddie says. “Only if you’re comfortable with it, of course,” he adds.

“Let’s go,” you say with a smile. And with that, you follow Eddie down the hall to his bedroom.

No matter how many times you’d been in it, you never got tired of having access to Eddie Munson’s private sanctuary. Band posters covered the walls and knick knacks scattered every surface, always providing something new to inspect when you stopped by to listen to Eddie practice his newly learned chords.

But this time something was off. You nearly ran into Eddie as he stopped in his tracks just a few steps into his room. Standing in front of you, heat rises to his cheeks as his eyes scan the floor of his room, spotting the black fabric of your abandoned bra and panties. “Oh…” is all he can say – and when you catch up with him and your eyes follow his, you’re blushing too, scrambling to pick up your articles of clothing.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to just leave those out like that,” you say, sweeping up the garments in one swift motion. You laugh nervously and see that, despite his red-tinged cheeks, Eddie’s got that same smile from earlier on his face, the one that makes your stomach flip.

“Hey, I’m just glad you’re comfortable,” he says, raising his hands like a man trying to prove his innocence.

Relieved he’s not freaked out, you let out a soft sigh. “Well, of course I’m comfortable around you, Eds,” you say.

He smiles to himself. “That’s all I hope for,” he mumbles – again, like he’s talking to himself more than you.

You lift the covers and crawl into bed on the side closest to the window. The sheets are soft and downy, smelling faintly of Eddie and something else you can’t quite place. With your back to him, you listen to him go about his business: removing the belt from his pants, sliding into pajamas and a t-shirt, turning off the lamp in the corner of the room and the flick of the lighter as he lights a candle. To your surprise, you’re already beginning to drift off when the light switches off and you feel the sag of the mattress behind you.

There’s something about the room being swallowed in darkness save for the lightning outside and the dance at the tip of the candle wick in the corner of the room that triggers you awake. You realize you’ve never seen Eddie’s bedroom from this perspective – on your side, tucked away warmly in his clothes, in his bed – and you try to memorize each detail, knowing you’ll likely never experience it again.

Then Eddie’s voice cracks the silence.

“Hey, um…” he trails, and you feel him stir behind you. “Can I tell you something?”

You shake away your thoughts.

“Of course, Eds.” Your voice is hushed – sweet and innocent.

“I’ve, uh… actually thought about this a lot,” he admits. As he speaks, his brows furrow, realizing how much truth is in his words as his secret penetrates the air. Flashes of you play through his mind: how beautiful you look sitting on the edge of the bed studying his fingers plucking the strings of his guitar, how tenderly you listen to his problems and soothe him with your words, your voice always a lullaby to Eddie’s antics. He’s thought about having you here beside him, intimately, a lot.

Your body goes still, but only to disguise the quickening of your heartbeat. You know Eddie’s close and you feel like you can hear your own heart beating – can Eddie hear it too? – and you’re trying not to move, trying to keep still. You squeeze your arms against yourself.

“Thought about what?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

“You.”

This should be the part where you roll over to face him, but you’re still in denial.

“What do you mean?” you ask, confused.

You feel Eddie roll over behind you. He’s fighting the urge to wrap his arms around you and pull you close against his chest, burying his nose into the crook of your neck and feeling you giggle in his embrace. But instead he just asks, his voice a ghost on the back of your neck: “What part don’t you understand?”

“The part where you said… that you think about me,” you say, tears brimming your eyes. And fuck, you don’t know why you’re fucking crying, but the tears are hot, sliding down your cheek and onto the pillow. You just know in your heart of hearts that there’s not a world where Eddie could think about you like that – could love you the way you love him.

It’s just one sniffle, but instantly, Eddie picks up that something’s amiss.

“Hey,” he whispers, and then he’s putting his hand on your shoulder, gently pulling you onto your back, gently asking you to look at him so he can look at you. “I didn’t mean to upset you, sweetheart,” he says, panic rising in his voice.

You laugh weakly and shake your head. “I’m just confused is all,” you say, wiping your nose.

His eyebrows stitch in concern. His hand caresses your cheek, thumb tenderly wiping away lone tears. A weak smile plays across his lips as he takes you all in, committing to memory how sweet you look with your head on his pillow, one side of your face illuminated in light, the other lost in the shadows. He studies your eyes to the tips of your eyelashes, the curve of your nose to the soft jut of your lips, and his body aches for you.

“What’s so confusing about a guy liking a girl?” he asks, tilting his head to the side. “Especially one like you.” After the words leave his mouth, you search his face for a tinge of jest, but there’s none. He’s sincere.

“I just… I guess I never thought you’d like me,” you admit, sniffling – you laugh, realizing how pathetic you must look and sound right now.

“Are you kidding me?” Eddie says with disbelief. He begins moving your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ears. Without giving it a second thought, he blurts, “I’m fucking crazy about you.”

Your laughing stops. Your eyes stare into Eddie’s. In a whisper, you admit: “I’m fucking crazy about you, too, Eds.”

And that’s all it takes for Eddie’s hand to cup your cheek as he brings his lips down to yours. His kiss is soft and slow, lips dancing against lips, and both of yours and Eddie’s eyes are fluttering shut as you each savor the moment, the moment you’ve both only dreamed of.

“Eddie,” you murmur as he breaks away panting, parting away from you only to catch his breath. He presses his forehead against yours with a sloppy smile. You close your eyes for a moment, catching your own breath, savoring the taste of Eddie on your tongue. “I’ve wanted that for a long time,” you sigh.

“Me too,” Eddie says, and this time he’s kissing you harder and faster than before. His tongue is swiping against your lips, begging for entry and you can’t help but wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, wanting to eliminate any space between the two of you.

“Silly girl,” he mumbles, his lips brushing against yours as he speaks. “Confused why I like you… why I think about you…” He starts planting desperate kisses on your forehead, over your eyelids. “You’re so beautiful,” he says, kissing your cheek. “So smart.” The other cheek. “So sweet to me.” Another.

Eddie’s lips combined with his words have you arching your back, turning your head to give him better access to your ear, the side of your neck, as he continues covering you in kisses. And it’s just as he’s leaning closer to you that you feel something taut and warm beneath his pajama pants. It’s pressing against your leg and, pretending you don’t notice it, you raise your leg just a bit, just enough so that it grinds against him. “Oh, fuck,” Eddie sighs, head falling slack on his shoulders. “I’m sorry. I’m –” he tries to say, but you shush him by placing your hand over the crotch of his pants.

“Shhh,” you say, giving him a reassuring smile. “I am, too,” you whisper, and fuck, if that’s not enough to get going Eddie going.

“You are?” he pants, his forehead against your forehead as you palm the soft fabric of his pajama bottoms. He grinds his teeth and shoots his head back. You nod into the crook of his neck, a small whimper escaping your mouth. “Mmhmm,” you hum, feeling wetness pool between your legs.

“Fuck, baby,” Eddie groans with a laugh. “We’re not – we’re not moving too fast, are we?” he asks, desperate to control his thoughts and movements. It’s taking everything in him not to rip both of your clothes off.

“N-no,” you say, bringing your hips up to his. “If I’m honest,” you say, kissing his neck, “I’ve thought about this so many times.” You trail kisses down his skin, then move to the other side. “When I drive home after we hang out,” you say, hormones overtaking you, “sometimes I can’t help but touch myself while thinking about you.”

Your words are like a drug to Eddie, injecting him with a sexual hunger he can barely control. He’s burying his face in your neck and putting his hands on your hips, holding you still so he can grind against you. “Keep going,” he begs.

“Then when I finally get to my room,” you continue, the filth of your description paired with the sweetness of your voice stirring something primal in Eddie, “I crawl into my bed. And I take my panties off.” You’re panting. “And I think about y-you–” Another moan escapes your lips as Eddie begins to lift the Hellfire Club shirt over your stomach, moving down your body and kissing over your belly, the fabric dangerously close to revealing your breasts. “And I think about your h-hands–” and then he’s lifting the shirt completely up, the cold air stirring your nipples erect, and he’s using one hand to grope your breast and pressing his face against it, taking your nipple into his mouth, sucking softly, while his hand massages the other. “Keep going,” he says around your supple flesh.

“And I think about your mouth,” you say, voice high, as his tongue soaks your nipple and then blows air on it, making it firm in his mouth. Then he’s giving equal treatment to your other breast and you can’t help but dig your fingers through his hair, grinding hard against his cock through his pants.

“What do you think about me doing to you?” Eddie asks, pulling the shirt back over your chest, kissing his way back down your belly. He reaches your abdomen and kisses above the waistband of your sweatpants. Then he’s hugging your legs over his shoulders and resting his head right between your legs, looking up at you with those big, brown eyes.

You look down at him, desperately wishing there wasn’t a thick layer of cotton between the two of you, and brush your fingers through his hair, “I imagine what you’d look like going down on me,” you say, knowing that’s exactly what you’re looking at. You buck your hips, pressing against him, and a sinister smile spreads across his face as he pushes you back down into the sheets.

“Yeah?” Eddie asks, untying the knot that was keeping the oversized sweatpants snug against your waist.

“I think about what your tongue would taste like on me,” you admit, lifting your hips so he can slide the pants off of you once untied. “In me,” you add, and Eddie’s standing up on his knees to pull his sweatpants off of you. Then he reaches over to the bedside table and opens a drawer, returning with a hair tie. He places it in his teeth as he pulls his hair back and ties it up in a loose ponytail. Next he lowers himself between your legs, gripping your thighs, fingers pressing so deep until there’s white spots forming under the pads of his fingertips. He looks up at you innocently and says, “You were saying?” before dragging his flattened tongue all along your wet opening up to the sensitive bundle of nerves that was your clit.

Your eyes squeeze shut as you sink into the pillow, the rain outside falling even harder. Lightning flashes, illuminating the room, and it’s the glow of Eddie’s white back – the muscles and movement of his shoulder blades in that blue glow – while his mouth continues working against you like a safecracker deciphering a code that knocks you out, that has you growling through your teeth.

“Eddie,” you plead, pulling his hair. You raise your hips and grind against him without shame.

Eddie just moans against you, content sounds purring from his throat as he eats and licks and slurps up your juices, him acting like a poor boy that’s been famished.

“Eds,” you warn him, feeling yourself getting close. The white hot heat is taking over, your vision blurring as you sink further into the pillow. “Eds, I’m so close,” you whimper, gripping and releasing his hair, hands flailing to the sheets where you grip them until your knuckles are white.

“Mmhmm,” Eddie says, refusing to remove his mouth. You dare to let yourself look down at him, and that’s what does it, seeing him with his nose pressed flat against you, his head tucked neatly between your bare thighs, his hair glued to his face in a sticky, sweaty mess, and his brown eyes blown out with lust, staring into yours.

“Fuck, Eddie,” you cry, squeezing his hair as you ride out your orgasm, Eddie still not moving. Just when you think it’s too much, you need a break, he’s coming back up, pulling your chin and planting a wet, sloppy kiss on your lips, and you’re tasting yourself on him.

“Holy shit, Eddie,” you pant, a tear shedding down your skin from the pleasure.

“That bad, huh?” he teases, wiping away the tear.

You laugh and then roll him over. “I want to return the favor.”

And Eddie has to resist from reaching inside of his pants and stroking his cock at you saying that in his Hellfire Club, sitting up on your knees like an innocent little bunny, staring up at him.

“Up,” you say, putting your hands on the waistband of his pants. They slide down with ease, and out springs his cock, already rock hard as it sits firm against his lower abdomen. Your mouth waters at the sight of the dark curls at the base, the soft hairs trailing up to his belly button.

You lift his cock up with one hand but first take his balls into your mouth, massaging them with your tongue, sucking softly. Eddie bucks his hips, laughing and squirming. “That tick – Oh,” he moans, looking up to watch you suck his balls. After playing with his balls, you slide your tongue up his shaft, before flicking your tongue over the slit. You suck on it gingerly and stare up at him through your eyelashes, loving the way he looks: eyebrows stitched together, mouth open, tongue licking his bottom lip, still tasting you on his skin.

You take him all the way in and Eddie hisses, biting his knuckle. “Fuuuck, baby,” he says, shaking his head. “I don’t know how much of this I can take,” he says, tossing and turning his head into the pillow. You smile and continue taking him in, gradually quickening your strokes.

“Baby, I –” Eddie tries to say, then he’s laughing at how he can’t get his words out, the pleasure too much for him. “Baby, come here,” he’s saying, and you’re not sure what he means, but then he’s holding your hair lovingly and guiding you on top of him until you’re straddling his hips.

“Is this okay?” he asks. You nod.

He reaches over to the side table and removes a small, thin gold tinted package. He rips it open with his teeth before expertly slipping the latex over his length. Then his hands are on your hips, and he’s guiding you over the tip, just letting the tip stroke up and down your pussy.

You try to sit down on him, but he holds you still, enjoying the tease. “You sure you’re ready?” he asks with a smirk, just wanting to hear you beg for it.

“Eddie,” you whine, holding his cock and aiming it over your hole. Finally, he softens his grip and you slide on, feeling him stretch you open. “Oh my,” you moan, falling forward and gripping his shoulders for stability. He’s not even in all the way and already your eyes are rolling back into your head. “Baby, you’re so big,” you mutter.

Eddie releases a satisfied growl. “Shhh,” he coos, massaging circles into your hips. “You can take it,” he assures you. He slides in deeper and then his cock is bottoming out and you’re releasing a strained groan – there’s pain, yes, but then electric pleasure is coursing through you just as lightning flashes in the room again. “Fuck me, Eddie,” you whine without thought.

And that’s all Eddie needs to take control and raise his hips back and forth, rocking you on his cock. His hands grip your waist, guiding you on him in smooth, fluid motions, and you’re not sure how much you can take, his cock hitting that special spot deep inside that has your eyes rolling into your head.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Eddie says looking up at you. His hands grip your waist, guiding you expertly. “Doing so good riding my cock,” he says, and you’re not sure if he’s talking to you or admiring it himself, but either way his words do something to you.

You lean forward, hands falling onto Eddie’s neck, reaching behind his head and holding him still. “God, Eds,” you whine, swaying your hips back and forth on top of him. “Feels so fucking good,” you whimper.

Eddie’s hand is climbing up your chest to your neck and he’s holding you steady on top of him. “That’s it, baby, ride it out,” he coos.

Hearing his words, you can’t help but fall limp in his arms, sinking your face into his neck. He squeezes your hips and starts to get sloppy, his movements much less intentional the longer he goes. “Baby,” he whines, squeezing the back of your head against him as he continues to thrust. At this point you’re tired, only able to sit atop Eddie’s waist and let him drive himself inside you at his will. “Baby, I’m gonna cum,” he says, and his voice is laced with a desperation that has you feeling close to cumming a second time.

A wrangled cry escapes Eddie’s throat as he squeezes you against him, his cock hammering into the deepest part of you. You sink your teeth into his shoulder to muffle your own cries of pleasure and then you’re both panting, holding each other in your arms.

“Holy shit,” Eddie sighs. His hair is clinging to his wet, red-tinged face. “That was… holy shit.”

You can’t help but laugh, enjoying the feeling of his cock still buried inside of you, as you nuzzle into Eddie’s neck. “I concur,” you say, your words muffled against Eddie’s skin.

And for a while the two of you lie just like that – Eddie’s arms wrapped around your torso while you lie atop him with your nose burrowed into him, comforted and safe in his arms. The rain continues to fall, the only other sound being the soft breathing from you and Eddie. And as you lie there, chest against chest, you can’t help but smile and think that you were wrong about Murphy’s Law tonight: anything that can go wrong, may go wrong – but there was Eddie to make it right.

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Across a Crowded Room Part 5

Here we go! The last chapter of this short story that was only supposed to take a couple hours and be absolutely light and fluffy.

*checks notes* yeah this thing was none of that!

But I hope you like the ending!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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Eddie found a table quickly. That was the best part about going in the morning on a week day. While the colleges were out, the school age kids were still in class so the zoo was practically empty.

He pulled out his phone to check any messages he may have gotten, when his phone lit up with Nancy’s number.

He sighed, wondering if he should just let it go to voicemail, but he figured he might as well rip the bandaid off.

“Hello!” he said.

“Eddie!” Nancy said. It was clear she was already irritated. “Did you hear that Robin is staying with some stranger when she moves out to New York?”

Robin had in fact called him after she called Steve because she was avoiding calling Nancy.

“It would be no different if she was moving into the dorms,” Eddie reminded her. “The girl she’s staying with is the cousin of one of her friends so she’s not a total stranger. Plus they talked first to see if they could tolerate each other enough to be roommates.”

Nancy sighed. “It’s just I was really looking forward to having her on my couch, you know? After Jonathan left me, I really wanted the company.”

Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose. After Steve opened his eyes last night, he was starting to see a pattern to Nancy’s relationships. She was in a word, a serial monogamist.

“Yeah,” he said instead. “But it’s good she has a place to move to right off the bat so she isn’t living out of a suitcase, like she has been all this week.”

Another sigh. “You’re right, of course. I just worry about her. She’ll be on the other side of the city and we won’t be able to see each other that often.”

Eddie silently cheered. “That’s too bad. Look, I’ve got to go, Steve’s due back any second.”

“So how is Steve these days?” Nancy asked. “I heard he graduated from college.” But the way she said it, she made it sound like a fucking miracle.

Eddie chuckled. “Things are great! We went apartment hunting yesterday and decided to go to the zoo today.”

There was silence on the line for a beat too long before she said, “It’s good you two are reconnecting.”

“Oh there has been a lot of connecting all right,” Eddie said with a smirk. “With our hands, our mouths, our dic–”

“What?!” she shrieked. “You and Steve are dating?”

He puffed out his chest in pride. “Yeah. We finally got on the page on Monday after I got into Chicago. It’s been really great.”

“And you’re already moving into together, isn’t that fast?” she asked, her voice quivering.

Eddie looked up to Steve smiling down at him. “Look, he’s here. I’ve got to go.”

“Edd–”

Nancy didn’t get to finish his name because he had hung up on her.

Steve rolled the cooler over to the table and hefted it onto its surface. “Nancy I’m guessing.”

Eddie blinked at him for a moment. “How did you know that?”

“Robin called me,” he muttered. “Said she was really upset that Robin was moving in with Cassie–”

“Chrissy, love,” Eddie gently corrected.

Steve snapped his fingers. “That was it, yeah. Chrissy. Anyway, Robin said Nancy was upset that she wasn’t staying her because she wanted ‘girl bonding time’ or some shit.” He started unpacking their food. “Like Nancy didn’t recently come out as bi.”

Eddie sighed as he got to work, too pulling out the plates and utensils. “You said we shouldn’t call Nancy last night to blast her, so I called Jonathan. I wanted to know what he said about their break up.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm,” Eddie hummed. “He told her wanted couple’s counseling because he felt like the relationship had become more unbalanced lately and he wanted to make it work out.”

Steve opened their sides and sat down next to him. “I’m guessing that went over like a lead balloon.”

Eddie took a chip from the bag and munched. “Pretty much,” he said around the chip. “So he gave her the ultimatum and she chose to break up.”

“I give her three weeks before she goes running back to him.”

Eddie snorted. “I bet she thought with Robin coming up to New York she could scoop up a new girlfriend.”

“I wouldn’t put it past her.”

They settled into a comfortable silence as they ate their food. They cleaned up and walked back to the car.

“This was a fun idea,” Steve murmured. “Even if Nancy decided to call and put a damper things a bit.”

“Yeah,” Eddie said. “But I’m glad you had fun today.”

Steve chewed his bottom lip. “Would you like to go to dinner with me to that Italian restaurant I was telling you about yesterday morning?”

Eddie’s eyes lit up. “Like a proper date?”

“Yeah.”

“Hell yeah,” Eddie said, pumping his fist. “I’ll drop you off at your place so I can shower and change. And maybe tonight you could spend the night with me at the hotel?”

Steve grinned. “That sounds like great idea Eds. I’ll pack an overnight bag and bring it with me to dinner. Is that okay?”

Eddie pulled him in for a deep kiss. “I’m game.”

****

Steve showered and shaved. Whistling a happy tune, dancing to the song to the music in his head.

His phone rang and he walked over to the counter to see who it was. He rolled his eyes when he saw it was Nancy.

He sighed. It seemed that she had gone the rounds with Eddie and Robin and having gotten no where with them, decided to go to Steve.

“Hey.”

“Steve,” Nancy said, her voice clipped. “Eddie spends two days in your company and suddenly everything has changed. And certainly not for better. So I have to ask what the hell did you say to them?”

Steve threw his head back and laughed. “You’re afraid I told them the truth about us.”

“There is no truth, Steve,” Nancy hissed. “You believed one thing and I believed another.”

“You can keep telling yourself that,” he said. “And Eddie and I got together when he got into town. We were to meet up for drinks. Originally he was supposed to get in around three and meet us for drinks at seven, but because of a tropical storm, his flight was delayed three times. So he got in, came to the bar, and kissed the hell out of me. I had barely got a hello out before we were kissing. So I literally didn’t have time to tell him anything.”

He could feel her brooding on the other end of the phone. “And as for Robin, when we met up for dinner after a disastrous apartment hunting her and Eddie commiserated about having to find a place in a new city. I suppose she was still feeling that when she spent the night at Kendra’s and told her all about it.”

The brooding intensified.

“Is there anything else you would like to accuse me of or can I go on my date with Eddie now?”

“That’s all,” Nancy huffed. “It just seems so sudden.”

“Life is like that,” he agreed. “And oh, never call me again. I’m blocking this number.”

He hung up and proceeded to do just that. He felt lighter than he had in days.

He grabbed his stuff and left the apartment with a smile on his face.

****

Eddie tapped on the wheel as he waited for Steve to come down. He was glad that things had smoothed out after that disastrous second day in ole Windy City.

The zoo was just what they needed to take their minds off of things.

When Steve came thundering down the stairs, Eddie wolf whistled. Holy fuck.

Steve was wearing a grey vest over a light blue button up, first three buttons undone, sleeves rolled up, and messily tucked into the tightest blue jeans Eddie had ever seen.

In other words, Eddie was doomed. He would be writing songs about Steve’s ass in those jeans for years to come. The boys were going to murder him, but god it would be worth it.

Steve opened the door and slid into the passenger seat, throwing his pack onto the back seat.

“You ready to go, baby?” Eddie asked brightly.

“Yup!”

Dinner was amazing. The conversation flowed as easily as Steve’s wine. Since Eddie was driving, he only had one beer that he nursed throughout the meal.

When they got back to the hotel, Eddie was relentless in his pursuit of Steve’s pleasure. He loved mapping out every freckle, every mole. Finding out which parts made him moan and which ones made him giggle.

Finding out he was ticklish under his right knee was a revelation to Eddie, because Steve would scrunch up his nose when he giggled and god, did that melt Eddie’s heart.

Sex was less intense then their first time, but more enjoyable for it’s learning of each other’s bodies.

They cleaned themselves up and got ready for bed. Eddie licked his lips when he saw that Steve didn’t bring any pajamas.

“Is this how normally sleep or is this a show just for me?”

Steve looked down at the one scrape of clothing covering his body and shucked off his underwear. “I usually just wear briefs to bed because our apartment is awful. It’s freezing in the kitchen and front room, but ass hot in bedrooms.”

Eddie eyed Steve’s body as he thought about joining him in the naked sleeping thing. “Why don’t you go full frontal?”

Steve snorted. “Robin.”

Eddie’s eyes snapped up to Steve’s. “Oh. Right. Roommate who doesn’t like man bits, not wanting to see said man bits even accidentally. Got it.”

“And depending on my next place I might need to sleep with five layers and twelve blankets or nothing at all,” Steve said with a giggle.

“Can I vote for nothing at all?”

Steve laughed.

They crawled into bed. Eddie had chosen to at least put on pajama bottoms because he didn’t like the idea of having his balls touch those sheets.

Once they were cuddled up in bed Steve murmured, “Nancy called me right before you showed up.”

Eddie sighed. “Because of course she did. What did she want?”

“To blame me for you two turning on her,” he explained.

Eddie frowned and moved back enough to look Steve in the eye. “What? I don’t think Robin and I said anything to that affect.”

“Oh I know,” Steve agreed. “But she thinks I tricked you into dating me and conjured Chrissy from thin air all to ruin her life.”

Eddie snorted. “Once you told me about the cheating I told Uncle Wayne about it, and he said that there were a lot of things off about Nancy that he had noticed over the years and wondered why I hadn’t seen them, too.”

Steve let out a long sigh. “Because she didn’t want you to see them. I don’t blame you for it.”

Eddie kissed him. “Thank you for that. But anyway, the point is that once he said that, it was like someone had turned on the light and could see everything so much cleared and everything was only ever for her benefit, she was just really good at making you feel like it was for yours too.”

He pulled Steve in close. “But the blinders are off, babe. I’m one hundred percent yours.”

Steve smiled. “That’s all I could ever ask for.”

Eddie kissed him soundly and then they settled into sleep.

****

Steve rarely slept in, but sleeping in Eddie’s arms apparently made his internal clock line up with Eddie’s instead.

He woke up and groggily looked at the digital alarm clock on the bedside table and blinked at it. He wasn’t sure, but he could have sworn it said 10:54am.

That couldn’t be right. He picked up his phone and nope. Apparently that was the correct time.

Then he realized what had woke him. Eddie came out of the bathroom with a fond smile on his face.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” he greeted, bending down to kiss Steve on the lips. “I’ve ordered us some food, but alas it has to be lunch at this point.”

Steve chuckled and slid out of bed. “I blame you entirely for that, by the way. I never sleep in like that.”

“It’s good for you,” Eddie grinned. “Especially after the roller coaster of emotions that has been the last few days. Your body needed rest, so you got it.”

Steve nodded. “I figure we can go out today and look at more apartments, if you’re up to it.”

“Sure thing, babe.”

There was a knock on the door and Eddie went to go answer it as soon as Steve was in the bathroom.

Eddie tipped the guy and they settled down to eat their brunch, such as it was.

While they ate, Eddie and Steve pulled up several different apartments that could work for them with their budget and made a list of out of the links based on how close they were to Eddie’s hotel.

Steve showered and got dressed. He packed up his stuff and threw it in the back seat of Eddie’s rental.

The first one was a bust. Literally. A pipe had burst the night before and the owner had been working on getting it fixed, so he hadn’t updated the site. It wouldn’t be livable for two months. Well past when Steve or Eddie needed to be moved in by.

So they moved on.

Crumby landlords, obvious signs of pests, and high prices struck again.

They stopped for dinner.

“Fuck,” Eddie groused. “I’m going to be making a fair amount, but not enough for these prices.”

Steve nodded. “It’s why I was living with Robin. Everything is just too expensive these days.” He chewed on his lip for a moment.

“Move in with me!” he blurted.

Eddie looked up at him with wide eyes.

“What?”

“We both loved that third apartment we saw,” Steve explained. “It had two bedrooms and two full baths. It had a nice kitchen and was already wired for internet. Neither of us can afford it alone, but...”

Eddie gulped and pursed his lips. “And you’d want that, with me?”

Steve nodded.

“Yeah,” Eddie said with a fond smile. “Let’s do that, then. You can move in right away and get things set up and then when I move to Chicago at the end of the month, I can just slide right in.”

Steve kissed him fiercely and then called the landlord.

Two hours later they were the proud renters of a brand new shiny apartment.

A lot of their friends thought that they were moving a little too quickly getting an apartment together, but Eddie and Steve knew it was the start of something wonderful.

And really that was the best outcome either one of them could have hoped to dream for when they had made plans for Eddie to come out to Chicago.

Robin and Chrissy got along so well, that before classes even started in the fall, Robin had moved into Chrissy’s bedroom and they turned the second bedroom into a dance studio for Chrissy.

Nancy tried getting back with Jonathan a month later as Steve predicted, but he told her to get therapy and moved back to California to be with his mom, who had retired out there.

Steve didn’t know if she ever got the therapy she needed, but he hoped she did.

Eddie’s band was making lots of great progress on their album and the company was getting ready to release their first single. A little song about finding love right when you needed it most.

Steve had gotten a teaching position at a middle school as their basketball couch and US history teacher.

He was happy with the life he had, he didn’t need to worry about the life he’d lost when he broke up with Nancy all those years ago.

It was too soon to think about marriage, but Steve had a ring that he had bought years ago that he thought would look good on Eddie’s hand. But they had time.

And wasn’t that just amazing.

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corroded-hellfire · 1 year

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hi there!! hope you’re having a good day today :D not sure if you’re taking requests but if you are would you consider doing an angst/comfort follow up to the chrissy scene ask, where reader needs eddie to come pick them up because of their stepdad or something? ♡

Here’s the first part for anyone who is looking to read it! I have to thank the lovely and wonderful @dearest-readers for helping me with this when I hit a wall. I hope you all enjoy this 💗

Warnings: drunk assholes, mild violence, language, reader has shitty home life

Words: 2.6k

The strum of the same few chords repeats itself over and over again like a broken record. The notes echo through the empty trailer as Eddie tries for the hundredth time to get the guitar solo in Master of Puppets just right. His fingers are sore from practicing for so long, but the irritation in him won’t let himself quit.

The ringing of the phone jostles Eddie out of his latest attempt and he sets his sweetheart down on his bed. Eddie’s eyes slide over to the alarm clock on his desk that lets him know it’s 11:44pm in bright neon green. He knew it had been a little while since Wayne left for work, but he hadn’t thought this much time had passed.

Who could be calling this late? Eddie thinks as he pushes himself off the bed and heads down the hallway. Leaning against the wall next to the phone, he plucks the receiver off and holds it to his ear.

“Hello?”

“E-Eddie?”

Your voice, so small and scared, has Eddie straightening up and holding the phone a little tighter.

“What’s going on? Are you okay?” Eddie asks, already mentally calculating the quickest route to your place. Then he hears the raucous laughter in the background and what sounds like glass shattering.

“I’m, um, I’m okay. S’just that m-my mom’s boyfriend brought some friends over and they’re all wasted. I-It’s so loud and the way that one of them looked at me scared me.”

“I’ll be there in ten,” Eddie says. “Lock yourself in your room. Is it on the ground floor? Your room?”

“Yeah, why?” you ask.

“I’ll meet you at your window. That’ll make it easier to get you out,” Eddie says, already grabbing his keys and shoving his wallet into his pocket.

“Thank you, E-Eddie.”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

Metallica song long forgotten, Eddie rushes to his van and prays it comes to life on the first try. He really needs to take a look under the hood and figure out what’s going on in there. Luckily, it catches, and Eddie is pulling his loud bucket of bolts onto the small streets of Forest Hills before pulling out onto the main road.

His heart is pounding as he races down the road. It’s because he’s worried about you and the situation you’re in, he tells himself. But there’s a part of him that he’s trying to keep way down that knows his heart is also racing because he’s excited to see you.

There are hardly any cars on the road this late at night, so Eddie zooms through the dark roads quickly. When he pulls onto your street, he immediately notices the gathering of cars parked in front of your house. At first, he’s afraid to have his van join the bunch, but remembers that everyone but you in the house is drunk and won’t notice another random vehicle parked at the curb.

He kills the engine and hops out of the van, taking care not to slam the door behind him. The loud laughter and cacophonous shouting from inside the house bleed out into the street, to the point where Eddie could hear every word being said by the drunk men.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie curses under his breath as he walks across your lawn, over towards the side of your house. The closer he gets to the side of the house, the more Eddie bends down to avoid being seen by anyone inside. He chances a peek into a window and quickly ducks back down again when he sees what appears to be your mom’s room. Moving onto the next window, Eddie releases a sigh of relief as he sees you sitting on your bed. The way you’re gnawing at one of your thumbs, legs tucked up to your chest, obviously terrified, has Eddie seeing red. If he wasn’t so hell bent on getting you out of this place, he’d be inside beating the shit out of some people.

Softly, not wanting to scare you even further, Eddie reaches up and raps a knuckle on your window. Your head snaps up and the way relief floods your face when your eyes land on him has Eddie’s stomach flipping at the most inopportune time. Before coming over to the window, you slide a backpack on. Once you have the window cracked, Eddie helps you lift it enough for you to crawl out of.

“Hi,” you say, giving him a grateful smile.

“Are you okay?” Eddie asks as his eyes scan over you, trying to assess for himself.

“I’m fine. No one’s bothered me since I called.”

“Good,” Eddie says. “Throw your leg over, I’ll help you out.”

You do as he instructs and Eddie’s hands find your waist, helping to guide you down to the ground before he pulls your window closed.

“My van is out front,” Eddie says.

“Okay, let’s go.” You grab Eddie’s hand and he almost trips over his own feet as he leads you around the side of the house. Just as he’s opening the passenger side door of the van for you, the front door of the house opens, the drunken voices becoming even louder.

“Hey!” Both your and Eddie’s heads shoot in the direction of the door, your eyes widening at the intoxicated, belligerent man who’s staggering out onto the lawn.

“T-That’s the one who was looking at me funny. He scares me the most,” you say, cheeks heating up at the admission.

“Get in,” Eddie says, helping you into the van. “Lock the door.”

You nod and jam the lock down as soon as Eddie closes the door behind you. Assuming that he’s going to run around to the other side of the van, your eyes widen and your heart rate spikes even further when you see him step onto the grass and make his way towards the asshole.

“Eddie!” you yell, banging on the window.

“Stay there,” Eddie calls back, looking at you over his shoulder.

“Eddie! Get back here!”

Whether he can’t hear you anymore or ignores you, you’re not sure. Reaching for the crank that will roll the window down, you only open it an inch before you can hear your mom’s boyfriend's buddy taunting Eddie.

“Where do you think you’re going with her, Van Halen? Hey! I’m talking to you, pissant.”

Eddie doesn’t respond as he keeps striding towards the man.

“Martin!” the drunk calls for your mom’s boyfriend.

Eddie’s fist collides with the man’s jaw, sending him stumbling back a few steps just as Martin comes outside.

“What the fuck is going on out here?” Martin asks. He takes in the scene before him: his pal stumbling and holding his face, Eddie fuming mad and a clenched fist. “The hell are you?”

“He’s taking the g-girl,” the creep slurs.

Martin looks up and he locks eyes with you in the van. Your blood turns cold and your hands begin to shake where they rest against the window.

“Get out of that van,” Martin yells.

Eddie huffs a humorless laugh and shoots a sneer Martin’s way before backing up towards the van, not risking turning around and having his back to the drunken low lives.

“Hey, you little whore! I said get out of the van!”

Eddie stops, boots stilling against the grass beneath him.

“The fuck did you call her?” Eddie practically growls.

“Eddie,” you plead. “Please, let’s just go.”

“You her boyfriend, Eddie?” Martin asks, nose turning up as if the younger man’s name is offensive.

“Eddie, please,” you call again. “I just want to get out of here.”

These words seem to break through to Eddie, as he begins to back up again, only turning his back to the assholes when he’s in the street, far enough away from the both of them. He jumps into the driver’s seat and starts the car. You quickly wind the window back up as Martin heads towards the van, stumbling and weaving as he walks.

“You’re in deep shit,” Martin shouts as Eddie puts the van in drive. “When you get back here, you’re in for it.”

Despite yourself, you tremble at his threat. As soon as Eddie pulls out onto the road, he reaches over and puts his hand over yours. Instantly, you flip your hand over to lace your fingers with his. When he feels the way your hand is shaking, he gives it a soft squeeze.

“Don’t listen to him,” Eddie says. “You’re okay now.”

You nod, despite knowing it’s not quite that simple. But for now, Eddie’s right. You’re okay.

When you get to Eddie’s, you change into a pair of the pajamas you’d stashed there. He’s in the kitchen, boiling water for “tea or hot chocolate or whatever you want.” Padding down the narrow hallway out to him, he gives you a small smile when you walk into the kitchen. You’re not sure how to tell him that you need a hug, so you’re grateful when he opens his arms as you get even closer. Eddie’s hold tightens around you and you bury your face in his chest. You inhale the comforting smell of laundry detergent and Eddie’s deodorant as you slip your arms around his small waist, holding yourself closer to him. The weight of his head rests against yours and the safety and contentment you feel almost overwhelms you.

“What’s your hot drink of choice?” Eddie mumbles against your hair.

“Chocolate,” you speak against his shirt. “But don’t let go yet.”

“I’ll hug you as long as you want me to.”

Eventually, you loosen your grip on Eddie, and he lets you go as well. Grabbing two mugs that were hanging on the wall, Eddie prepares a hot chocolate for each of you and leads you over to the couch. Holding the steaming mug in your cold hands, you snuggle up to your friend’s side, which causes him to hide a smile behind his mug.

“Thank you for coming to get me,” you say softly.

“I’m glad you called me,” Eddie says. “Was afraid you would think I was just trying to be nice and didn’t really mean it.”

“I know you did.” You take another sip of your hot chocolate and lay your head on his shoulder. “You’re pretty amazing, Eddie.”

It feels like the hot liquid he’s just swallowed breaks off and turns into butterflies as it meets his stomach. He feels his face heat up and he’s glad you can’t see him from your angle.

“So are you. And you deserve so much better than living in a house with that insanity,” Eddie says. When you stay silent, Eddie asks quietly, “Do you want to talk about it?”

A soft sigh leaves your lips before you respond. “I feel like if I don’t talk about it then I don’t have to deal with it. But I know that’s not true.”

“Unfortunately not,” Eddie agrees.

“I just don’t know what to do,” you admit. “I’m scared in my own home and my mom won’t listen to me about it.”

“Do you want my advice or do you just want me to listen?” Eddie asks. He’s slightly disappointed as you lift your head from his shoulder; he already misses the contact.

“Actually… You know, I don’t think I really want to talk about it at all. I know I have to deal with it. But not right now. Right now, I want to relax. I’m not sure when the last time I did that was.”

“Relaxing?” Eddie asks with raised eyebrows. “I think that’s most of what I do.”

A small giggle leaves your lips as you turn your head to look at him. “I’m sorry I ruined your night.”

Frowning, Eddie shakes his head. “You didn’t ruin anything. Saved me, actually. I was practicing this damn solo over and over again on the guitar. Pretty sure one more time and my fingers would’ve started to bleed.”

“Can I hear it?” you ask, a hopeful smile lighting up your face. As if Eddie could ever say no to you.

“As long as you bandage my fingers when they’re bloody.” Eddie sets his mostly empty mug down on the coffee table and pushes himself off the couch.

“Deal,” you say, standing up next to him. He leads you to his room, where his beloved sweetheart is still resting on the bed where he laid her before. Gingerly, he picks up the instrument, as if it was made of glass or porcelain. You go to take a seat on his floor but Eddie nods at you to sit on the bed next to him.

Eddie pokes his tongue out of his mouth as he concentrates on where his fingers need to be positioned for the start of the solo. He begins to play and your eyes can’t help but watch as Eddie’s hands glide effortlessly over the strings, each note ringing out into the air in pure perfection. The way his fingers dance along the neck of the guitar, contorting to change chords has your mind drifting to some less-than-innocent places. But the music itself is mesmerizing. You’d be the first to admit you don’t listen to a whole lot of the same stuff that Eddie does, but there’s no denying the beauty in what Eddie is playing.

“Ah, shit,” Eddie says as he messes up. Truthfully, you wouldn’t have noticed if he hadn’t berated himself over it.

“Eddie, that was amazing,” you tell him. He’s about to tell you that you don’t have to lie to him, but when he turns his head to look at you, he can see the awe on your face. No one has ever looked that way when he’s been playing guitar before. It makes his head feel light and his heart all fuzzy.

“Thanks,” Eddie says, feeling his face heat up. “Um…are you tired? Because I’ll just set myself up on the couch and you—.”

“No,” you interrupt him with a frown. “Eddie, I’m not kicking you out of your bed.”

“And I’m not making you sleep on the couch,” he answers matter-of-factly.

“Then I’ll sleep on the floor,” you say with a shrug.

He lets out a bark of laughter and shakes his head. “No way, sweetheart.”

The pet name flusters you more than you’d like to admit. But it doesn’t mean he’s going to get his way. “Fine. Then we can both sleep on the bed.”

“No,” Eddie says again, and this time you roll your eyes.

“And why not?”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he says sheepishly.

“Eddie,” you say with a giggle. “I’m the one who suggested it.”

“Fine,” he says with an over dramatic sigh. But he gives you a wink to let you know he’s only playing. “I’m gonna go get changed.”

You watch as he snatches up some pajamas from his bedroom floor and heads off to the bathroom. Meanwhile, you pull down the blankets of his bed and slip underneath them. You’ve never slept in the same bed as a boy before. The tingling in your tummy tells you it’s more about sleeping next to Eddie in particular, rather than just a boy.

He steps back into the bedroom and quickly climbs under the blankets with you, making sure to keep a respectable distance between the two of you.

“You okay?” he asks.

“All good,” you reply.

Eddie nods and turns off his lamp before properly getting cozy next to you. He’s so close to you, yet so far. All you want to do is reach out and touch him, but you don’t want to make him uncomfortable now.

“Eddie?” Your voice is tiny and you’re surprised he hears it at all.

“Yeah?”

“Can I move…closer? Just, for comfort, ya know?”

“Of course.” Eddie lifts an arm, and you don’t hesitate to snuggle into his side. The smile on his face tells you that he’s enjoying it too. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight, Eddie. You’re the best.”

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littlefanficprincess · 2 months

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I'll miss your pretty face

oneshot

Pair: Tord (post end) x reader

Song: This part of me (By Katy Perry)

Part 1

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A figure stumbles through the street, gripping this right arm. From time to time they would accidentally bump into nearby building, they felt so weak.

A trial of blood droplets follow them, dripping from their open wounds. Having not much option, they went to the only nearby safe place.

They stop at a house with a warm brown door, hesitantly they reach over to the doorbell and ring it. A tune admits from it.

Slowly, the door opens , revealing a girl with (h/c) hair. She was wearing a (f/c) hoodie that was hiding her figure "Hm? Tord!" Her happy expression dissapears when she notices his damaged form.

"Oh dear, come on!" She leads him inside, closing the door behind. She motions for him to sit on the couch, while she rushes to the kitchen for the first aid kit.

Tord silently takes a seat on the comfy couch, looking around the house. Photo frames decorate the shelves, some of them was of the girl's family while the others of him, Tom, Matt and Edd.

Even if she hadn't seen them for quite a while, but still loved them dearly.

She runs back to the living room, holding the first aid kit. She snatches the role of bandage from it, wrapping it around his injured arm.

"Are you okay?" What happened?" She asks. Using scissors to cut off the bandage and secure it.

Tord cough, swallowing the blood that was coming up his throat "I'm fine, just got in a small accident" he takes note that his sight of his right eye was barely there.

"Small? The half of your body is covered in blood" (Y/n) wraps bandages around his head, covering the wounds on his face.

"Hold, let's get you to the hospital" (Y/n) gets up to grab her phone. Suddenly Tord grabs her wrist, stopping her in place.

"Please... don't" The brunette mumbles, looking down. He knew that they would most likely regonise him there and report him the authorities. The best was to hide out with (Y/n) for now, till' Pat and Paul were able to pick him up.

(Y/n) Sits back onto the couch, with a worried expression on her face "Why? Isn't it smart to get professional help with you in this state"

Grabbing her hand, Tord thinks of a quick excuse "Um, I'd rather stay with you, yeah"

Instantly, the girl's face lights up "Oh, ofcourse!" She gets up from the couch, her cheeks somewhat warmerd up "I have a guest room, let me get it ready for you to settle in. Feel free to take anything from the refrigerator and tell me if you need something"

In an instant, she was gone to prepare the room for him. Her excitement amused him, just the same before he left for the Red army. He thinks to back when they went to a shooting ranch.

(Y/n) Holds up a gun, having one eye closed to aim. Her form was somewhat shaking, still somewhat worried with using a gun for the first time.

"Stop shaking like a leaf, you will shoot someone's eye out" Tord strolls up behind her. He stands close to her and grabs her hands, guiding them.

"Stand steady, aim, breath in, breath out and shoot" The brunette commands. (Y/n) slightly spreads her legs to stand more steady, she in- and exhales. Carefully, her (s/c) finger pulls the trigger. A bullet shoots out of it and his the target right in the middle.

She places the gun, before slinging her arms around Tord's neck "Yes! Thank you!" She hugs him tightly.

Tord was taken back by the sudden embrace. He wraps his arms around her waist "It's nothing, I had to make sure you didn't accidentally kill someone"

"Tord...Tord!"

"Huh, what?" Tord snaps out of his trip to memory lane.

"I said I have finished the room. I'm gonna head to my own, Goodnight" (Y/n) explains, poking her head around the corner. Her head soon dissapears as her footsteps become softer.

Tord sighs, traces his finger over the edges of the bandage that covered his arm. He felt somewhat warm inside, knowing that didn't change a bit since they last saw eachother.

He gets up from the couch and walks to the guest room. He opens the door and walks in. He was met with a somewhat empty room, it had a closet for clothes and a bed with red sheets on it.

The brunette sits down and pulls his half destroyed hoodie over his head and tosses it onyo the floor next to the bed. He flops onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.

Thought about, his old friends, Paul and Patryck, the Red army and finally (Y/n). It is the best if he leaves as soon as his comrades arrived, he didn't want her to figure out he was a dangerous person.

┏━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┓

Timeskip

┗━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┛

(Y/n) walks into the library where she worked. Before she left, she left a plate of breakfast and a note for Tord to find.

She pauses when something catches her eye the enterance. Her (e/c) eyes scan the poster on the wall.

On it was a guy looking pretty similar to Tord, well before he got his major injuries. He was holding a gun, along with wearing a blue coat over his iconic, looking like an army uniform. There was bandage around his neck and on his right cheek. It was actually a wanted poster with a price of 1.500.000.

"That is weird" (Y/n) pulls out her phone, taking a picture of the wanted poster. She was gonna ask Tord about once she was done with work. Worried thoughts enter her brain.

'Is it real?''

Why would Tord be wanted?'

'How did he even got hurt?'

'Am I in danger?'

She decided to shake off the concerning thought that circled her head and begin her shift.

┏━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┓

Timeskip

┗━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┛

"Hey, Tord. Can I ask you about about–" (Y/n) enters her house only to find it empty. "Tord?" She looks through the house for any sign of him, sadly finding none.

"Did he leave?" She notices an empty plate on the kitchen counter, on it was the note she left. Written underneath her message was a small sentence with red pen.

Thanks ♡

To be continued...

(Insert MLP outro)

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hellfire-wren · 7 months

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I Want You | eddie munson smut

note: this is for an anon request, so whoever you are i hope you enjoy it! if you want to see the full ask, just check my last req post!!

WARNING! MINORS DNI! 18+

Tonight was the night. You had it all planned out. Wayne was out at work, so you could go to Eddie’s. It was happening, and it was happening tonight.

You were going to lose your virginity to Eddie Munson.

———

Eddie answered the door before your hand could even touch the door to knock. He swung the door open, grinning down at you. He didn’t know you were planning this tonight, but he knew you were a virgin. He was so sweet to you and you wanted it to be him. He was the one.

“Hey, beautiful,” he beamed at you. “How we doing today?”

“‘m good, Edds,” you reached up to wrap your arms around him. He smelled like weed and cologne. His signature scent. “I missed you.”

“Missed you, too, sweet girl.” He pulled back and landed a kiss on your forehead. “Wanna go watch the movie?” You shook your head ‘yes’ and stepped into the trailer, letting Eddie lead the way back to his room.

———

You were antsy. Your mind was not focused on the movie Eddie had chosen, you could only think about how much you wanted Eddie. You were practically sitting on his lap right now, legs swung over his on his bed, and Eddie’s hands on you was not helping you concentrate.

God, his hands. What that man could do with them blew your mind, and you were sure he could do just the same or more with his—

“You okay, (Y/N)?” Eddie’s voice interrupted your dirty thoughts.

“Mhmm,” you sighed a bit. “Just really into this movie.” Lie. Eddie knew it, too.

“Mm,” his brows furrowed a bit. “I don’t think you were. You were kinda just looking down.” You glanced down at Eddie’s hands again and began to blush. “What is it, sweet girl?”

His eyes followed yours, straight to his hands. His face became full of confusion, glancing back up at you. You did the know how to say it.

“You have pretty hands.” you whispered, just loud enough for him to hear you. Eddie’s confusion wiped away, a smirk appearing on his face.

“Do I, now?” He laughed, looking at his hands. He was trying to find what you thought was so special about them. “Is it the rings? I mean, yeah they’re kinda sexy rings.”

You giggled and shook your head.

“What? What are you thinking about my hands for?” Eddie’s voice got low, sending a shudder down your back. “Thinking about last week at the park when we found that old treehouse and I-“

You cut him off by burying your head in his shoulder and giggling again.

“I was thinking about..” you started, cautiously. “Well, you’re so good with your hands. I wondered how well you work with.. other things” you trailed off.

Eddie’s eyes searched your face, wondering how sure you were about this. He knew you were a virgin, it didn’t scare him, but he knew he had to make sure you were comfortable. You knew he’d take good care of you.

“Are you sure, (Y/N)?” Eddie asked you. You nodded your head. “It’s happening tonight?” You nodded again. Eddie playfully put his hand over his heart.

“Well, I’m honored you would choose me to defl-“ You punched Eddie in the arm softly before he could finish his sentence, laughing at his silly little jokes.

“I’m 100% sure, yes, Edds.” You wrapped your arms around him and swung a leg over to sit on his lap. “I want you.”

“Well, when you say it like that,” Eddie trailed off and let his hands roam over your body, reaching the bottom of your shirt. “How can I resist?”

He slipped your shirt over your head and began kissing your skin everywhere he could reach. Soon enough, you were both fully unclothed and Eddie was on top of you.

“Are you-“ “Yes, Eddie.” You cut him off, smiling up at him gently. Eddie lowered himself to be face level with your lips, hooking an arm underneath one of your legs. His brown eyes beamed up at you, he always thought you looked best like this, waiting for him to touch you. You gasped as his mouth connected with your center and your hand immediately went to his long brown hair.

Eddie was good at what he did, pleasing you, and he would do it however he could. Moans fall from your mouth as Eddie enters a finger into you, then two. His pace is slow, but not too slow. He knows just how to bring you right to the edge.

As soon as he started to feel your legs shake, you could feel a smile forming on his face as he lapped at you, knowing you were close. Looking down at him, you could tell he was enjoying himself, and definitely wanted more.

“Eds, please,” you whined at him. “I need you.”

He loved hearing you beg, but hearing you say you needed him right now of all times, was music to his ears. Eddie didn’t stop though, not until you came on his fingers. Not until you were a shaking mess for him.

Eddie went to go put his fingers to his mouth, but stuttered with his movements. You could see the gears turning in his head. As if he’d done it a thousand times before, Eddie reached his hand up to your mouth. Your mouth fell open and you felt his fingers touch your tongue.

“Taste yourself, sweets?” he laughed a bit, coming up to kiss you on the cheek. “You ready?” You nodded at him. “Lemme hear you say it, sweet girl.” God, this man knew what he was doing.

“I want you to fuck me,” you pulled your hands up to wrap around his shoulders, spreading your legs for him once more “I need you to.”

Without a second thought, Eddie slowly pushed himself into you. Pain. It stung, but you bit your lip and pushed your head into Eddie’s shoulder.

“I got you, baby,” Once Eddie was fully in you, he paused for a moment to let you adjust. He took this moment to kiss all over your collarbone, taking a small bite here and there. There will definitely be marks later. Oh well. “God, you feel so good.”

Eddie slowly started moving his hips and the pain faded more with each stroke. Your eyes rolled back a bit, finally allowing yourself moan softly. Your moans drove Eddie wild, leading him to go harder and harder into you. Eddie moved himself to look into your eyes as he thrust into you, putting a hand on the side of your face. Without thinking, you moved your head to put his thumb in your mouth and licked at his finger. Eddie was a mess for you, moaning and whimpering about how good you felt.

His hand slid off your face and down to your neck, you saw him glance back up at you, asking for permission. You nodded and felt his grip get tighter around your neck. He pushed himself up, choking you softly. You moved a hand up and gripped it tighter and he smiled, realizing you wanted it rougher.

“My girl.” He mumbled, half-jokingly. His hips sped up their pace, slamming into you harder than before. Eddie fucking Munson was choking you right now, making your mind go numb. Holy shit. “Wanna let me try something for you?” He didn’t stop moving his hips to let you properly answer.

You gave a quick ‘mhmm’ and before you knew it, Eddie was flipping you onto your hands and knees and he was back inside you. Eddie was hitting the perfect spot like this. Oh god, you thought. His hand reached up and wrapped itself in your hair, pulling your head back to his shoulder. Oh, GOD.

Your legs started to shake again, knowing you wouldn’t be able to take much more.

“Eddie,” you warned, panting almost.

“Yeah, sweet girl?” You didn’t have to answer him. He knew you were going to cum soon. He knew how good he was making you feel right now.

Just a few seconds after, your legs started to give out and Eddie let go of your hair, letting you fall into the mattress. He pulled your hips back into his, not stopping until you were there. As you rode your high out, he kept going. He was going to cum soon, too. His legs were just about as wobbly as yours.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” he panted, letting out a small whimper. Thrusting a few more times, he pulled put of you and came on your back. You felt him move to grab something, realizing he had a rag to wipe you off with. “You’re so hot.” He gave your butt a small smack.

You giggled and nuzzled into his arm, Eddie stroking your hair. You were glad he was the one, especially with how good that felt. God, I can’t wait to do that again.

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