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thornsnvultures · 2 years

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in the name of love ♡

Eddie Munson x plus size!fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie used to be your brothers best friend back in high school. Now that you're all grown up, will he be able to look past all that and give in to what he's been aching for all these years.

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: mutual pining, pet names (angel), blow jobs, 69-ing, fingering, cunnilingus, Eddie's rings are definitely a warning, swallowing, dirty talk, bad jokes

a/n: i did it. i've been complaining about this fic for days. this was originally gonna be totally different but I made a bunch of edits at the last minute and now I love it so.... #deleteyourart

unbeta'd, edited by me so if you see any mistakes, no you didn't :)

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"Shit, Eddie! You were so hot in high school."

Eddie gulps nervously as he watches you flip through his old yearbook. He didn't know why you were so insistent on seeing it. At first he thought you wanted to look for pictures of your brother. Him and Eddie had been good friends in high school but kind of fell off after your brother went to college and Eddie, well...didn't.

"I was a freak in high school."

"What are you talking about?" You laugh and push his shoulder. He pretends to almost fall off the edge of the bed making you laugh more. "I had the biggest crush on you when I was a freshman."

Eddie's heart lodges in his throat. No fucking way. You can't be serious, but you keep talking, keep fucking with his head.

"You were this wild, mysterious senior and friends with my brother. He would've freaked if he found out."

To say the least, Eddie thought to himself.

Your brother's enjoying a beer and laughing it up with some old Hellfire Club buddies outside and Eddie knows he should be out there too. He should've left the room when he gave you the yearbook in the first place. But you asked him to sit down, stay with you while you looked.

Eddie just can't seem to say no to you. You in your pretty white sundress, looking like a goddamn angel. Your smooth skin on display and begging Eddie to reach over and touch, explore every dip and curve and see how your body reacts. See if your heart's beating as fast as his.

"Eddie?"

Oh god you caught him staring. His eyes shoot up from where they were glued to the supple curve of your breast. You definitely caught him staring. Why does it look like you're trying not to laugh? Damn it Ed, you loser.

"Hm?"

"Everything okay?" He wants to scream when you bite your lip. He wants his own teeth nibbling on your flesh. And it's so wrong how hot you make him feel all over.

"Y-yeah," Eddie croaks when you reach out to touch his thigh. He feels like he's in high school again. Still embarrassingly nervous around girls as pretty as you, still unsure what to do with his hands while he watches your lips move when you speak.

"Do you want me to get you a beer? You look parched."

Your eyes fall to his Adam's apple as it bobs up and down, then lower to where he fidgets with the thick silver rings on his fingers.

Eddie clears his throat and stands abruptly, not trusting himself to speak. He needs to get out of here. Why did he think bringing you to his spare bedroom to look at old photographs was a good idea? He shouldn't be alone with you. Eddie doesn't want to risk having your brother kick his teeth in.

Your hand grabs his wrist before he can run from the room.

"Eddie, wait-"

"No, I- we should get back to the party."

He didn't dare look at you again. He couldn't. Not with how your breasts were forcibly squished together from reaching out to him. Or how you looked up at him with those pretty doe eyes of yours that made his head spin with thoughts of how gorgeous you'd look with his cock in your mouth.

No, he couldn't. This has to stop. You're his friend's kid sister. Sure you're a grown woman now by any standard, but Eddie doesn't want to think of what your brother would do if he saw the two of you like this. He couldn't do it. No matter how badly he wanted to lay you down and stuff you full of his fat, aching cock.

But your hand was still around his wrist. Not even in a strong grip, you're just there. Holding him in place. And he can't move.

Eddie watches your hand slide down his, taking his fingers into your own like you're inspecting them. And when you bring them to your lips it's like heaven. Eddie has to close his eyes or he'll bust in his pants. It feels pathetic how much he wants you, needs to have you.

He takes a shuddering breath with every kiss you place on his ringed fingers.

"You shouldn't-"

"I'm not a child, Eddie. I'm serious. I want you. Don't you want me too?"

"You don't want a freak like me, angel."

"You don't get to tell me what I want. And if you're worried about him, I don't give a fuck what he thinks either. I want you. Now I'm not gonna ask you again Eddie," he swears his eyes roll back in his head when you take two of his thick fingers into your mouth until your lips hit his silver rings. With a slick, wet pop you release them and look Eddie straight in the eye. "Do you want me?"

Eddie doesn't have to think twice. Fuck yes! Yes, he wants you. He wants you so bad it hurts.

"Tell me, Eddie."

"I want you. Been thinking about you since I first laid eyes on you. Can't believe that stupid sonofabitch could be related to something so pretty, so perfect."

Eddie kisses you and holy fuck you taste better than he could've imagined. Sweet like summer peaches and sunshine. How the hell are you real? He can't reach enough of you to know for sure.

Your pulse flies under his palm as he holds his hand to the side of your throat to steady you. The other peels away the fabric by your breasts and, with no bra underneath, his fingers quickly meet with the tightened buds of your nipples. He plucks at them, captures your cries with his mouth, his tongue, sucking the sounds you make for him from your body.

His rings are cool against your flesh when he hikes up your dress to grab a handful of ass that he's been so fucking hungry for all day.

"Eddie," you gasp.

"I know, angel. For such a good girl, you really are a desperate slut."

"Desperate?" You chuckle against his lips and with a quick shove that he doesn't expect, Eddie's back is on the mattress behind him. "I'll show you desperate."

This room, this mattress, is sparsely used. Eddie could probably count on one hand the amount of times he actually had a guest stay in his guest room. And now there's an angel crawling towards him on it. An angel in white pulling his jeans down his thighs and reaching into his boxers to free his cock from its confines.

"Ooh fuck, Eddie look at you." The head of his cock is oozing in your grip. Your pretty pink nail polish almost matches his flushed skin. "You won't have any trouble keeping it up, will you, old man?"

Your smirk makes his dick twitch.

"Fuck off, I'm not that much older than you."

"That's what I thought."

You smile sweetly at him one last time before bringing your lips to his cock, expertly engulfing him in one go. Eddie feels his tip hit the back of your throat and nearly cums right there. With a shout he pulls your head back and off him slightly but you're determined to get a taste.

The sounds you make as you slobber over him have Eddie's legs shaking. The suction, that sweet little tongue flicking over the underside of his tip, it's almost too much. He can't blow his load in your mouth yet. He needs to make your tight little snatch come first before he loses it.

"Off, angel. Show me that pussy."

You sit up so you're straddling Eddie's thighs on the small twin bed. Slowly, you pull up the front of your dress up and over your thighs. Eddie's eyes glaze over as he's hit by a wave of need at the sight of your bare pussy practically drooling with your juices.

"Fuck, angel. Look at you," Eddie wheezes, leaning back on his elbows.

"Like whatcha see, Ed?"

Eddie huffs a laugh. He'd have to be dead to not like it. And even then, the sight of your cunt might bring him back to life.

"You're beautiful, angel. C'mere and pour some of that sugar on me."

"That was terrible," you bite your lip and shake your head, desperately trying not to laugh.

Eddie lays back on the bed with his hands behind his head. His Dio t-shirt rides up and shows off the thatch of hair that runs to his navel. Usually he'd be self conscious. He's not the most ripped dude out there by a long shot. But Eddie sees you lick your lips, how your fingers twitch like you're dying to touch him, and he remembers you begged for this. You were desperate to have him and that hasn't changed.

"C'mere, angel."

You move to sit your hungry pussy on his cock but he shakes his head and motions you farther up.

"Turn around. Need to taste you."

Eddie can't help it when his voice shakes. He's lacking confidence and quickly losing control over the situation. If he had any at all to begin with.

"Like this Eddie?"

You sure sound innocent for a chick with her pussy inches from a man's face.

Eddie sucks in a deep breath, trying to center himself but breathing in your scent instead. You're intoxicating. Eddie doesn't think to respond, just pulls you back by your hips and sits your bare cunt on his open mouth.

"Fuck! God, Eddie."

Your fingers drop from holding your dress to curl into Eddie's jean clad thighs. His long tongue is flicking over your center in wild, unfocused patterns. Dipping into your hole, flicking over your clit. He's touching every part of you his lips can reach and feasting from you like a man starved.

Eddie's heavy rings dig into your plush hips as his hands move you back and forth in a subtle roll over his face. Moans pour from your lips and you'd be content in letting him take you like this if you weren't eye to eye with his cock, heavy and leaking the evidence if his arousal.

Eddie groans deep, vibrating the walls of your pussy where he's fucking you with his tongue, when you take him in your mouth again. The thickness makes the corners of your mouth ache but you don't hesitate to gobble him down.

Between the way you're smothering Eddie with your cunt and stuffing him down your throat you're almost worried he'll black out. But he won't let you lift off his face.

You're mouthing at the underside of his tip when you feel Eddie slip a ringed finger into your cunt. The slide is smooth as butter, you're so drenched from his ministrations. So he slides a second one in, then a third. Cursing as he watches you take his long fingers to the knuckle and coating the cool metal of his rings with your cream.

"Please," you whine, pushing back on his fingers. He's moving too slow, too enamoured by the way your pussy sucks him back in with every stroke. "Fuck me, Eddie."

Eddie does as he's told, picking up the pace with his fingers and turning his head to lap at your clit under them as they pump in and out. You can feel your juices soaking your inner thighs as they tremble.

As much as you love it you need Eddie right there with you. You're desperate to have him pumping his load in your mouth.

So you bob your head, taking as much of him down your throat as you can. You're moaning around his length when his fingers swipe over that sweet spot that makes your toes curl. He does it again and again and again while you tug at his balls and pump his cock. You can feel how close he is, how his dick jumps in your mouth on a particularly good suck.

"C'mon, angel. Come for me." Eddie breathes in ragged breaths as he hammers into your pussy. "Cream for me baby, c'mon."

With a shout, muffled by a mouthful of cock, your cunt spasms around his fingers. Your juices pout into Eddie's mouth, open in a silent scream of his own ecstasy as he shoots ribbons of hot jizz down your throat, coating your tongue on its way.

Eddie slips his fingers from your swollen cunt and sucks them clean one by one as you get up and turn around to curl against his chest. Eddie wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer.

"Thank you for not running away, Eddie. Thank you for staying."

Eddie doesn't know what to say. He knows they'll be hell to pay if your brother finds out. But he knows that for you, it's worth it.

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fatecantstopme · 2 years

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Fic Masterlist

Here's my fanfiction Masterlist! Read all warnings for each fic please.

Buy Me a Coffee 💜

🥵 = Smut

😬 = Angst

🥰 = Fluff

The Sandman

Morpheus Am I Dreaming? (🥵🥰😬) Let Me Remind You (🥵🥰😬) My Hope (🥰😬) Endless Rapture (🥵😬) Dream's Desire (🥵🥰😬) Need (🥵🥰)

Marvel

Bucky Barnes Unrequited Love (🥵) Give Me What I Want (🥵) How Could I Not? (🥵🥰😬) The Birthday (🥵) If Only (😬🥵) I've Made Mistakes (🥵😬🥰) One More (🥵) Hello Gorgeous (🥵😬) We Were Never Just Friends (🥵😬🥰) I Thought It Was Gonna Be Me (🥵😬🥰) Turning Tables (🥵) Life Finds a Way (😬🥰) Not Afraid to Love You (😬🥵) Love Marks (🥵🥰) I Was Thinking Maybe, Eight? (🥵😬) Why Wait? (🥵😬) Your Past Is Not Our Future (🥵😬) Before I Knew What Love Was (🥵🥰😬) The Wink (🥵) From Past to Future (🥵😬) DBF!Bucky Series: Aged to Perfection (🥵) My Forever (🥵🥰😬)

BBF!Bucky Series: Save Me From Myself (🥰😬) I've Got You (🥰😬) My Whole Heart (🥵)

Steve Rogers Bring Me Back to Life (🥵😬) Thor Goddess of Thunder (🥵)

Supernatural

Dean Winchester She's My Siren (🥵🥰) This Isn't Real (🥵😬🥰) Not Yours to Take (😬🥰) Spell Bound (🥵🥰) Changed (🥵😬🥰) Truth Serum (🥵🥰) Take Your Time (😬🥰) What I'd Give (🥵😬🥰) Unattached Drifter Christmas (🥵🥰) Not Good Enough (🥵😬🥰) My Past, My Present, My Future (🥵😬🥰)

TVD/The Originals

Elijah Mikaelson The Original and The Anthropologist (🥵😬🥰) All My Life (🥰😬)

Riverdale

FP Jones The Serpent Queen (🥵) Remember Me Series Part One Part Two

NCIS

Jethro Gibbs Can't Wait (🥰)

Law and Order: SVU

Elliot Stabler If I Had to Choose...I'd Choose You (🥵😬🥰) The Connection (🥵😬🥰) That's Not What I See (🥵🥰) Love is Never Easy (🥵😬🥰)

Rafael Barba Still Perfect (🥵😬🥰) Better Together (🥵😬🥰)

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner Undercover (🥵😬🥰) Never Do That Again (🥵😬🥰) I Can't Lose You Series Part One (😬🥰) Part Two (😬) Part Three (😬🥰) Part Four (🥵😬🥰) Part Five (Coming Soon!)

Luke Alvez Don't Take The Girl (🥵😬🥰)

RPF

Henry Cavill Just You Wait (🥵🥰) My Favorite Cardio (🥵)

Chris Evans Fake It Til You Make it (🥵😬🥰) If I Love You Too Much, I'm Sorry (🥵🥰)

Buy Me a Coffee 💜

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bramble-scramble · 2 months

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mmmmmmm currently having Sweeney Todd Brainrot... Phantom and my OC, Dahlia, as Sweeney Todd and Mrs. Lovett.

Heya! I've been wanting to make you a birthday present for a while, I know it's a couple months late, but....!! I was just going to draw Dahlia; however, this was much better inspiration :3

#mario plus rabbids #mario + rabbids #alter answers #sweeney todd #gift art #doodles #fan characters #friend characters #the phantom of the bwahpera #tw blood #blood tw

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ethereal27cereal · 2 years

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Listen to the Trees - Eddie Munson x Plus Size Reader - Friends to Lovers

summary: Spending your long weekend home from college reading Tolkien with your childhood best friend, Eddie. Couldn't want anything more. Except you do. You want Eddie, more than just friends, but when the words don't ever seem to come out and you miss your train home, things get interesting...

warnings: little bit of perv!Eddie (he masturbates thinking about reader), nothing else really of note - this is pretty much just sappy fluff with two sweet stupid friends who don’t admit how much they love one another

genre: friends to lovers, fluff, little tiny smut

word count: 6.1k

author's note: I was inspired by a prompt I saw on @glasswriter1 "I missed the last train, and it is all because of you and your obsession with speaking trees!" and I just immediately thought of Eddie and his love of LOTR. This totally ends on a major cliffhanger so if you all are into it I have more to come. Asks are always open for any feedback 💚

part 2

The sweet solace of Eddie’s room is a welcome respite from the bitter chill of fall, the wind threatening against the thin windows of his trailer. Your long weekend home from college is almost up, not nearly enough time to spend with your childhood best friend and he is trying to consume every last possible second with you before your train leaves from Indianapolis. Taking you back to Chicago, back to the drudgery of school and work, and too far away from Eddie.

Bonding over fantasy lands and banding together as outcasts usually do, Eddie and you had been inseparable since that first moment you shared your lunch with him in 1st grade. You and Eddie had shared everything together since then; snacks, movie marathons, study notes, hopes and dreams, fears and secrets, looks that lingered too long for people who were supposed to be just friends.

Everything changed when you had decided to pursue an art history education in Chicago, wanting to get at least a little breathing space from Hawkins, and Eddie had stayed put, taking some vocational courses at the community college and working at Thatcher Tires. Late night phone calls and a stream of handwritten letters did little to fill the Eddie-sized gap in your life, only leaving a crater-sized chasm right in the middle of your chest. No friendship or sexual partner in college could ever muster up enough mortar to fill the cracks he created. No other man could ever match the way Eddie looked at you, deep coffee-colored pools of wonder and awe like you were the most captivating creature he’d ever seen.

Your romantic feelings for Eddie had bubbled up slowly, like a geyser waiting to erupt. They had always been there in some way or another, simmering under the surface as the years of friendship went on. He was your best friend, your protector from all the chaos in your life, your guiding moon in the dark night. He had always been there for you and you for him, but you didn’t know just how much you felt for him until the distance and separation made you reflect on everything that could’ve been. You were never sure if he felt the same way about you, you’d never had the courage to bring it up and it certainly wasn’t ever a topic he approached. He was always the affectionate, touchy type with the people he was closest to, so you had been resigned to the fact that you were just one of the guys to him.

The long holiday weekend had given the perfect excuse to make the train ride home. You told yourself were going to visit family and friends, but you knew from the moment Eddie scooped you into his arms at the train station, trying to hide the tears that were edging their way out of the corners of his chocolate brown eyes, that you would be spending every waking moment of the weekend with Eddie.

And there you are, lying propped up on your side on Eddie’s bed, covered in blankets that smell like smoke and the cheap cologne you had gotten him for his birthday last year, trying to tame a pending eruption of emotions inside you while staring and attempting to listen as he talks animatedly about everything and nothing all at once.

“Earth to Y/N?” Eddie asks, shifting forward from his upright position against the pillows to wave his hand playfully in front of you.

“Hmm, what? I’m listening,” you insist, adjusting your position so you’re sitting up fully facing him now.

“Sure you are. Then what did I say,” he smirks, his tongue prodding the inside of his cheek as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“You were talking about speaking trees, Ents. And how you’re going to use them in an upcoming campaign with the guys you met at college,” you reply confidently, matching his challenging pose with your own as you sit up and cross your arms, the blankets shrugging off your shoulders.

“So you did catch some of it!! But I literally just asked you a question about said Ents. You gonna answer it, since you were listening so super carefully there, Sunshine?” his pet name for you rolling off his tongue with a tart sweetness that makes you giggle.

“Ok fine, you got me. I zoned off for a second. I was thinking about what time we need to leave to get to the train station on time,” your words not entirely a lie, but also not exactly what you had been ruminating about. “What did you ask me, sorry?”

“Do you remember the Entwives?,” his face softens into a smile with your apology. You do indeed remember the Entwives, in fact you’re pretty sure you were the one who had brought them up to him during one of your many rereadings of The Two Towers, finding it so achingly sad that there would be never be a reunion between the Ents and their wives who had gone to plant beautiful gardens only to be killed or enslaved when Sauron burned through the land.

“I think I remember them, but remind me please,” you smile coyly, knowing the information he’s about to share but truly wanting to hear what he has to say.

“Well Treebeard thinks that the wives are lost forever after they moved to the Brown Lands to plant and grow smaller things and were wiped out by Sauron. But remember how Merry and Pippin say they’ve seen an Ent, or Entwife, walking north of the Shire?” he wiggles his eyebrows dramatically, waiting for your response. An uncontrollable shiver hits you, realizing just how cold the room was without the cocoon of blankets, but you nod, teeth chattering.

“Jesus, Sunshine, how’d you already manage to wiggle outta that blanket burrito I made for you. Come ‘ere, I feel like a furnace right now so I’ll share some warmth,” he motions for you to lay in between his outstretched legs, untwisting the blankets and folding them back for you to crawl under. You stare down at his form, frayed light wash jeans hugging his slender frame, faded black t-shirt riding up to expose the soft trail of curls that disappear into his waistband as he reaches his arms out for you in a grabby motion. You want nothing more than to curl against his chest and tell him how much you missed him, missed his touch, your skin melting against his, missed the feelings you get when you’re around him, sealing all your words and feelings with a passionate first kiss. But you don’t do that. You can’t. Not now at least. Instead, you just burrow yourself into his lap, letting out a contented sigh as he wraps the blankets around you tightly and you rest your head on the soft cushion of his lower stomach.

“So, for my campaign, I’m going to have one of my players see an Entwife while they’re out on the road. Or I guess a treant wife because they’re called treants in D&D. Anyway, the wives aren’t really all dead, they’ve just been in hiding or hibernation or something, I’m still figuring out that idea. But then the party gets a summons from the treant that is the guardian of the local forest that there have been several sightings of the wives and the party is sent off on a quest to find them,” Eddie’s words tumble from his lips in a babbling flow, hands gesturing wildly then coming to rest softly on your covered shoulder. “What do you think? Does that sound cool or totally lame? I need some trademark Sunshine honesty here,” his voice anxious as he coaxes out your answer, always valuing your opinion even when it would come out a little harsher than you meant, which it often did.

“I think that sounds like the start of a totally awesome quest. If I weren’t so far away, you know I would want to jump in on that campaign in a heartbeat,” you answer honestly, looking up into his pleading brown eyes.

“I wish you could play in my campaigns again too,” he echoes with a playful pout, but you can see the truth behind his eyes. He has missed you too, he says so several times throughout the weekend. But you are sure it’s not in the same way that you missed him.

“There is a D&D club on campus and I tried to join in on one of their campaigns, but the DM was…creepy,” you admit quietly, ice cold fingers creeping out from under the blankets to toy with the hem of his shirt.

“Even weirder than little ‘ol me?” he grins and you nod, the movement of your cheek against his shirt causing it to shift up and expose that deliciously inviting swath of flesh and delicate curls. “Creepy how?” he urges you to go on, his eyes fixed to where your fingers are pulling loose threads from the worn patch just above the front pocket of his jeans, inching closer to his tummy with each thread yanked away.

“He just made it weird. Like the only thing he focused on about my character was the fact that I was the only woman on the adventuring party, and it was all heaving bosoms and dirty jokes at my expense. I played like two sessions and then never showed my face again,” you admit with an injured chuckle, and Eddie jolts forward, though you’re unsure if it’s from your words or your frosty fingers suddenly making contact with the bare skin of his midriff.

“Christ, your fingers feel like icicles,” his whole body stiffens, a sharp intake of breath as you swirl your fingers playfully against his alabaster skin. “That is super shitty about the club and the DM. Many guy DMs are weird lonely losers, but can be surprisingly real pricks whenever they have a real live lady in their presence, especially one as pretty, scary, and charmingly intimidating as you Sunshine,” his voice stiff but he boops your nose playfully, still wincing away from your frigid touch.

“Me? Intimidating? Are you sure we aren’t talking about you, moon?” your nickname for him leaving your lips easily, a familiar sweetness to it. It had started out as Moonbeam. Fracturing into mooney beam, moon boy, then simply moon. He was your Moonbeam and you were his Sunshine. He said it was because every time you entered the room it was like the sun had walked in, a warm and tingly feeling that spread through his whole body. He was 12 and he was sure it was the truest and most honest thing he could have ever said to anyone, and it made his heart leap into his throat when he said it to you. You quickly decided that meant he was your Moonbeam, a guiding light and comfort even when everything else was dark.

“Yes, you intimidating! You regularly made Gareth and Jeff cry during Hellfire! You didn’t even have to say anything mean, you would just give them this look whenever they made questionable party choices and they knew they had fucked up,” his laughter shaking his whole body, vibrating against your cheek.

“Well they were being dumb and they needed to know that,” you counter with a smug smile. Your fingers inch further under his shirt, palm laying flat against the soft pudge of his belly. It wasn’t unfamiliar territory to find yourself in, you two cuddled regularly even through high school, but it had been months if not a year since you had been this close to him and it made your heart race.

“Good god, woman! Why are your fingers so fucking cold all the time?” he bursts, shifting so you’re forced to make eye contact with him. “Go ahead, my ice queen, get your hands up in here and I’ll warm them up,” he lifts up his shirt, inviting you in. A million thoughts race through your head before you shimmy up further so your head is pillowed against his chest and you slide your hand up to rest just under his armpit, heat already seeping through your fingertips like warm honey. He adjusts the blankets so now you both are fully covered and lets out a deep sigh.

“I am burning alive so I hope you’re happy and warm there, princess,” he pats the top of your head affectionately, the whisper of his lips brushing your crown as he repositions to get comfortable. “Should I continue where we left off with The Two Towers? We are actually just about to the part with Treebeard, so we should be able to get to a good stopping point before we need to leave to get you to the train,” his last words leave his lips with a sadness that sends a pang straight to your heart, hurting worse than any break-up ever had.

“That sounds perfect. The train leaves at 9 and it’s only 4 now, so we have plenty of time,” you reply, offering him a gentle squeeze as you wrap your arms fully around his waist. Eddie picks up the dogeared book from the stack on his bedside table and flips it open to where you had left off

– -

You could listen to Eddie read for hours, and whenever you had the opportunity, you often did. The way he changed his voice dramatically for every character, facial expressions scrunching in anger or shifting with surprise depending on the scene. The soft lilt of his voice has always been a comfort to you, often pleading with him to read you to sleep after one of your numerous nightmares. He would always oblige, trudging over to your trailer in the dead of night if your mom was working night shift or whispering into the walkie talkies that you shared if he couldn’t come to be with you, waiting until he heard your steady snores to sign off.

Only taking a quick break to scarf down a dinner of Kraft mac and cheese, Eddie barreled through chapter after chapter, the story you have both heard and read so many times over still consuming you whole. Before you know it, your eyes are beginning to droop and an inky blackness closes in against the windows as nightfalls. You don’t even realize you’ve dozed off on Eddie’s chest until he is gently shaking you awake.

“What time does your train leave again?” Eddie asks, trying to free his left arm from your sleepy weight to check the time.

“It leaves at 9, but I wanna get there by like 8:30 to get all settled,” you murmur, voice raspy from your impromptu nap as you sit up and rub your eyes. “Why what time is it now?”

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit. We gotta go, Sunshine!” Eddie scrambles off the bed after peeking at his watch.

“Eddie! What time is it?” you press, still trying to fight away all the drowsy thoughts swimming in your brain as you unwrap the blankets that have become twisted around your legs.

“It’s 8.” he mumbles under his breath, pausing as he watches the expression of panic wash over your expression. He knows that you get easily stressed out when it comes to his time management skills, or lack thereof, always giving him gentle reminders to be on time and keep a schedule, even buying him his watch so he wouldn’t have an excuse for not knowing the time. He doesn’t want to upset you or make you late in this case, but he is grasping at the fleeting moments you have left in the weekend and trying to come up with every possible reason he can think of for why you shouldn’t go back to Chicago.

You stare at him for a moment, jaw tense, blinking slowly as you try to process and plan. He speaks again before you can figure out your next step. “If we hurry, we should be able to get you there by 9, maybe a little before. We can still make it. I’m really sorry, Y/N. I really didn’t mean to fuck up, I just…I just lost track of time. I’m so sorry,” Eddie looks down at his feet, tugging a chunk of his dark brown curls over his lips and chin, as if he is trying to create a curtain around himself.

“You didn’t fuck up, Moon. You didn’t fuck up. I wasn’t really looking at the time either, but let’s just get my shit together, get out the door, and just speed to the train station. You already drive like a bat out of hell, so this shouldn’t be too much of an ask,” you soothe, a smirk playing at the corners of your lips as you rise from the bed to offer him a comforting pat on the arm and then a gentle pinch at your last phrase.

“Hey, I usually get you there in one piece, princess, so don’t complain,” he counters with a smile and then begins to shuffle around, shoving on his shoes and slithering into his leather jacket.

There isn’t much of your stuff to gather up since you had already packed that morning, choosing to do it while Eddie snored loudly out on the pullout couch. Wayne was coincidentally out of town for the weekend and Eddie insisted on sleeping out there instead of the bed with you, claiming some thinly veiled joke about not being kids anymore and you’d be more comfortable without him thrashing around the whole night. Silent sobs had reverberated through your chest as you shoved the last of your belongings into your bag, especially thankful that Eddie was a heavy sleeper. You carefully tucked a few of Eddie’s t-shirts into your bag, not for any sick and twisted reason, but just because you wanted to feel like he was holding you close when you were so far away from him.

Eddie sighs and motions for you to head out of his room, a solemn look on his face as he swings your bag over his shoulder and follows you out into the living room. Swallowing the lump of feelings that is forming in your throat and despite already being way later than you intended, your feet shuffle on the shag carpet as you struggle to make your body move toward the door. A staticky silence rings in your ears as Eddie holds out your fuzzy winter coat for you to slide into, gently squeezing your shoulders and turning to face him.

“I know, Sunshine. I miss you already. But before you know it, it will be winter break and you’re coming back here for that right?” he brings his palm up to cup your cheek, ready to catch the tears that threaten to fall, dusting over the field of freckles there while he waits.

“I think so, but that seems so far away,” your words choking in your throat. He doesn’t respond, but simply nods and pulls you into a hug. You want to remember how he feels forever, solid, warm, and safe. Clinging onto the little pieces you have of him even though you can’t really call him yours, not in that way. He reluctantly pulls away and opens the trailer door, the blustery chill harsh against your face as you follow him to his van.

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It doesn’t matter how fast Eddie speeds down the freeway, weaving through the lanes and ignoring almost all laws of the road, you still miss the train, watching it pull away just as you make it to the platform. “Fuck. Shit. I’m sorry, Y/N,” Eddie puffs, exhausted from how quickly you both had booked it from the parking lot, running all the way through the train station. “I bet there’s another one coming soon. I’ll go check over at the ticket booth, don’t go anywhere,” he assures you and before you can stop him he’s scurrying over to the grumpy looking woman behind the glass of the ticket booth.

“That was the last train,” you mumble, but he is already too far away to hear. You had booked the last possible train of the night, prolonging the inevitable.

Eddie stands at the ticket booth, body tensed and mind whirring, his hands tapping anxiously against the counter as he tries to fix things. A few minutes later, he returns back to where you had slumped to the ground, hugging your bag against your chest, with an oddly hopeful look on his face.

“So, that was the last train of the night. But, I got you a ticket for the first train in the morning. It leaves at 10am. I figure we get a motel room, get some good sleep, and then have a big hearty breakfast before your train in the morning. Sound like a plan, Sunshine?” he asks, smiling despite himself, internally grateful at the new found time he could spend with you.

“I mean, I missed the last train, and it is all because of you and your obsession with speaking trees!” your tone laced with a playful sarcasm that has Eddie grinning immediately, then rocking backward on his heels, hands to his heart as if he has been mortally wounded.

“You wound me, princess. I thought you shared my love for speaking trees and all things wonderfully fantastical!? Don’t tell me the big city has changed my sweet little nerd?” he beseeches, still amping up the dramatics as he scoops up your hand as if you were some buxom maiden in a fairytale.

“Oh shut up, you weirdo. You know I still love the same nerdy stuff you do, always. It’s just a rarity that I miss important things because of my nerdy obsessions, but you always knew how to bring out the best in me,” you yank your hand away from his to swat at his chest, but he instead traps you into a squeezing bear hug.

“That is why we are an unstoppable team, you and me. I bring out the best in you and you know how to reign in all my crazy,” he pulls you away from the hug with a beaming smile, his heavy palm on your shoulder, fawn eyes flickering rapidly from your lips back to your eyes. You register his sharp inhale, nostrils flaring and lips suddenly pursing before he quickly turns away to pick up your bag off the ground. His features indecipherable as he slowly nods and begins to walk, hooking out his elbow for you to grab on.

“Um, but I guess as for your plan, it’s not such a terrible one. I’m sure there is a motel somewhere close by. And thanks for getting my ticket, Eddie,” you conclude, smoothing out your sweater before following Eddie through the station, looping your hand into the crook of his elbow.

“Oh yeah, I mean it is the least I can do. Motel and breakfast are on me too,” Eddie confirms when you reach his van and he opens the passenger door for you to slip inside.

— -

There is indeed a motel nearby, not the nicest one you’ve ever seen nor the dingiest, but there is only one room available and Eddie quickly offers over the needed cash and signs the paperwork at the front desk while you wait in the warmth of the van. Eddie emerges from the office, jingling the room key in his hand and you quickly gather your things, turning off the ignition before hopping out of the van.

“There’s only one bed,” you shrug your jacket off onto the nearby chair as Eddie closes and deadbolts the door to the room.

“Yeah, umm…” he begins, looking for the words that should come next.

“And it’s a small bed too.”

“I’m sorry, Sunshine. This is all they had and the guy said the other motels in town are all pretty booked up from the holiday weekend and stuff,” Eddie doesn’t know if this is true, only speaking to the guy at the front desk long enough to acquire a room, any old room with at least one bed, but it sounded convincing enough and you nod in acceptance.

“Totally, that makes sense. At least everything looks pretty clean,” you offer, looking down at the sheets and not finding any super noticeable stains.

“And it’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before. This one is just a little cozier than normal,” Eddie smiles as he begins to shed layers, first his Reeboks then his jacket.

“So you’ll sleep with me in a motel room, but not in your own bed for the weekend?” you give him a puzzled look, realizing the conflicting meaning your words have as they settle into the air between you. Eddie chuckles as he watches you flounder, opening and closing your mouth like a flopping fish. “Don’t look at me like that, you know what I mean, you perv,” your retort bitterly, sliding off your own shoes to get more comfortable.

“Sorry, Sunshine. I know what you mean. I just didn’t want you to have to spend the weekend hearing me snore and you know how hot I get when I sleep, I just wanted you to be comfortable. I can sleep on the floor if that would be better,” Eddie replies meekly, his cheeks flushing with a delicate rosy hue as he tries to avert your gaze. He busies himself looking for a spare blanket and flops a pillow dramatically down onto the floor next to the bed, eyeing you testingly to see if you were really going to banish him from the bed.

“No, no, no. Of course I’m not going to make you sleep on the floor. It will be cozy, but at least I’ll be nice and warm all night,” your voice softens as you begin to flip the covers back on the bed. He smiles at your peace offering and pops the pillow back onto the bed.

“I guess we should get ready for bed then, yeah?” you suggest with a shrug, and he nods. You settle into nighttime routines, bumping into each other as you navigate the tight quarters and his close presence.

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Eddie studies you for a moment as you rummage through your bag for something to sleep in, looking away quickly when you pull off your bulky sweater, leaving you in just a thin tank top and jeans. You have already worn the pajamas you brought for the long weekend, and going for a fourth day in a row seems like a stretch, but that leaves you with just a tank top and your panties to sleep in.

“Would it bother you if I…” you begin.

“I usually just sleep in my…” Eddie’s voice overlaps yours, neither finishing the thoughts. It suddenly feels uncomfortable between you and Eddie, a palpable tension as you both try to start your sentences over but run into each other’s words again.

“No, sorry. You go first,” he offers, not sure when his face had gotten so hot and his mouth had filled with cotton.

“I only brought one pair of pajamas, and they’re a little gross at this point, would it bother you if I just slept in my tank top and underwear?” you ask, hoping it won’t be a problem, but also that it might just spur some kind of reaction from him.

“Oh, uh, yeah that’s cool. Don’t want you stinking up the bed with old pjs anyway,” he sticks out his tongue at you, cringing a little at his forced joke but it makes you laugh anyway.

“Hey, rude,” you go to swat at him but he dodges away with a grin.

“Seriously though, it’s fine. When have you ever known me not to be an upstanding gentleman in these matters?” he mimics a proper posh accent, trying to hide his nerves with flair. “You can get under the covers first and I won’t look, no peeking,” he holds up a ringed hand to cover his eyes, smirking as he peeks through his fingers at you. A witty remark waits on the tip of your tongue, something about how you want him to peek, but you swallow the remark, a sour candy offering an acidic burn.

“What were you going to say though, before?” you bring the topic back around to where it began.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, I was just gonna say that I usually sleep in just my boxers and is that ok, but if you get a pass for just underwear, I’d say my question is asked and answered, yeah?” he punctuates his question with a raised brow and a tentative thumbs up.

“That’s fine with me, as long as they don’t have any more holes in them than they’re supposed to,” you tease, quickly tugging off your jeans and standing firmly on your designated side of the shared bed, daring him to say something, do something. You see him falter for a split second, jaw tensing and eyes blinking heavily, before his expression fades to neutral lines, unreadable.

“That was one time and you’re lucky you only saw butt cheek,” he points a mockingly accusatory finger at you, referring to the time you had both impulsively gone for a night swim at Lover’s Lake, stripping down to holey undergarments before plunging into the frigid water. He tries not to conjure up the image of the way you looked that night, wet and wild eyed as you splashed and wrestled him in the waves, the thin layer of your bra doing nothing to disguise the chilled peaks of your nipples, soft silken curves in his arms as he held you against his chest, treading water and blurring the lines of your friendship. He tries not to, but the image still swirls in his mind, trying to shake it away before pulling off his shirt, balling it up and tossing it on the floor. Unable to meet your challenging gaze, he quickly unbuckles his belt, shuffling his jeans off and kicking them aside.

“These ones are entirely un-holey, I see,” you remark, seeing the flush that rises across his neck and chest with your words.

“Well, yeah of course, I had to be entirely unholy to get into that satanic cult, they require it all the way down to my underwear. Socks too. They’re pretty particular,” he quips, with a shy smirk, always one to bullshit his way through uncomfortable situations with humor. You roll your eyes and laugh, the sound echoing off the thin walls of the room.

“Good one, Moon. Are you going to get into bed or is the cult teaching you to sleep standing up?” you press, watching him squirm.

“I thought you were supposed to get in first, and wasn’t I supposed to be not peeking?” he quickly covers his eyes, metal smacking against the bridge of his nose.

“That was more your requirement than mine. It’s not like you haven’t seen it all already anyway,” you sigh and shrug, fanning the covers up and crawling under them quickly. You try desperately to gauge his response, but he is steel faced as he slowly removes each of his rings, depositing them with a jingle on the bedside table. He simply smiles and nods, winding up the clock to set an alarm before pulling back the covers on his side and sliding in.

You both lay stiffly for a few moments, backs pressed to the thin spring-filled mattress, distracting yourselves from the big questions at hand by counting the stains on the ceiling. You can feel him stealing glances at you, feeling his heavy breathing hit your cheek every time he turns to look your way.

“Are you…uh…comfortable?” his voice cracking slightly as if he didn’t expect words to come out at just that moment.

“I mean, not really,” you chuckle, repositioning as you feel a spring jut into your tailbone. “I’m not really a back sleeper, but I don’t want to get all up in your space and bother you,” you huff and pull the blankets up around your chin.

“And when has the potential of bothering me ever stopped you before, princess. Come over here, get all up in my space. You may try to say you’re a grown up college lady now, but if your earlier nap proves anything you’re still just my cuddle bug,” Eddie tilts to his side and opens his arms wide, offering you space in the cocoon you always craved. You weaken a little at his choice of words, the possessive adjective not lost on you, but knowing that it probably doesn’t hold that meaning to him. All the same, you scurry into his arms quickly, nuzzling your nose against his collarbone, the rounded angles of his hugs offering you only comfort and warmth for so many years. You both sigh, settling into each other like a habit neither of you are willing to break.

“Will you be able to fall asleep like this?” your question muffled against his chest.

“Probably, I’m pretty sleepy. Unlike you, I did not get a nap earlier,” he squeezes you in a teasing hug that angles you so your body is draped over his, legs intertwined, his hand squeezing gently on the soft curves of your middle while you trace shapes into the planes of his back.

“If you get uncomfortable or hot, just shove me off,” you suggest, feeling the lapping waves of drowsiness wash over you in spite of your nap.

“Ha, I will try, Sunshine, but you tend to be a stage 5 clinger in your sleep. Once you’re cuddled up, you’re like Velcro,” Eddie chuckles and looks down at you, chuckling again softly when he sees that you’ve already fallen asleep in his arms. He places a tentative kiss on your forehead. “And I would be stuck to you forever if I could be, I love you so much, Sunshine,” his words leaving his mouth in an honest whisper before he has a chance to bottle them back up like usual.

You stir and murmur something, lips feathering against his chest, leaving Eddie frozen in panic. He has been planning to say something about his feelings sooner or later, but it never feels like the right moment, and this especially isn’t the time. He just can’t risk it, fearing that he will muddle the best friendship he’s ever had with too many feelings, and an even uglier fear that you would reject him entirely, calling him a ‘freak’ and a ‘weirdo’ with anger in your eyes instead of the usual joking manner you used to refer to his town given moniker. It had already been hard enough when you’d gone away to college, leaving him behind for bigger and better things, new friends and the occasional boyfriend that you would mention in passing, never realizing how hard Eddie’s heart would sink into the pit of his stomach when he thought about you with someone else, someone who didn’t know you as well as he did, touching you the way he had always wanted to.

He had spent an embarrassing number of nights falling asleep to the thought of you. Always beginning honey sweet with memories of your laugh, the way you smiled at all of his stupid jokes, innocence rapidly fading as he remembered the way your ample breasts bounced with each giggle, instantly sending his mind swirling in a million dirty directions. The ending was always the same, hand wrapped around himself tightly, hasty and sloppy, pretending it was you around him instead in a race towards his release. When he was finished, the evidence pooling and drying sticky on his stomach, the same wave of guilt and shame would always hit him. He knew he shouldn’t be thinking about you like this, shouldn’t be driven wild by even the tamest thoughts of you, but he couldn’t help it. Years of pent up desire were finally starting to bubble over, fissures and cracks fracturing into a great chasm that he couldn’t close up anymore.

He realizes he’s not breathing when you offer another incoherent sleepy babble, ending your musing with a phrase his ears almost fail to register at first, not wanting to believe they had just left your lips. “I love you so much, Eddie,” your sleep slurred words immediately sending his brain into a tailspin. Buzzing fills his brain as he still forgets to breathe, a shaky inhale doing little to subside the hive of bees in his mind. You don’t say anything else, lingering sighs and coos as you fade into dreams. Eddie doesn’t care if it was said while you were dreaming, it’s the sweetest string of words he’s ever heard laced together and he is bound and determined now more than ever to have you say them to him for real.

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Life Is Short So Make It Sweet

Chapter Eleven: More Than Just Turkey

Summary- 5k Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. Tanya opened her home to the holiday and you are nervous to be joining in on these friends made into a family holiday. Curtis though is happy to include you among those he is closest with.

Warnings- Reader experiences moments of nervousness and doubt. Some hesitant eating moments. Sexual Content, Fingering. This is an 18+ Only Blog

A/N- It is no secret I love holidays and had to include a Friendsgiving chapter for this verse. I think I love this chapter for the fact that Curtis made his own family in his friends. As always, thank you so much for reading, sharing, and commenting. Every time I read someone's comment, message, or ask that talks about being seen in this journey, I just feel so grateful. Special thanks to @what-is-your-plan-today for taking the time to go over this, especially with you having been under the weather. All the love, thank you so much. Dividers made by @firefly-graphics

Chapter Ten / Masterlist

“You sure this is enough?” You worried as Curtis drove towards Tanya's house. You twisted in your seat once more, checking your two dishes were safe although you already knew they were secured in place. Curtis glanced at you from the corner of his eye and reached over to grasp your thigh, gently squeezing to get your attention.

“Honey, it is more than enough. Especially when Tanya told you not to bring anything.” He calmly reminded you.

His tone served as a reminder that you were everything he wasn't right now. Where he was calm and collected, you were a nervous bundle of energy fretting in your seat. You had worried about everything since Curtis went to your apartment to pick you up, patiently he assured you that you looked beautiful and the food you got up early to make tasted perfect. He had his suspicions about why you were nervous but kept those thoughts to himself.

For you, this was a big moment and it had been drilled into you with Jake that you had to be perfect when going to friends' and families' houses. Curtis was nothing like Jake, but old habits died hard.

“I can’t show up at Tanya’s house with nothing Curtis.”

“And you have two dishes that look amazing and I know will taste even better from the sample I took this morning.”

“Really?” You finally straightened back in place and Curtis took your hand to bring into his lap, smoothing his thumb over the back of your hand.

“Really Honey, Tanya is gonna be thrilled to see your sweet potato casserole and rolls.” He lifted your hand up to his whiskered mouth, pressing a kiss there. “Now try and relax, enjoy yourself Pretty Girl.” He rumbled out deeply and you inched over closer to let your head rest against his shoulder.

Curtis kept hold of your hand till the time he pulled into the driveway, several cars were already parked there. You swiftly unbuckled and Curtis tightened his hold on you to tug you close against him, tilting your face to look at him.

“Remember that these are friends. What’s got you so worried?” Curtis finally voiced, knowing you were still dealing with the shit your ex had put you through, and then not to mention Halloween was just four weeks ago. “I promise all that is expected of you is to enjoy your holiday.”

He opted not to mention Edgar’s behavior at Halloween. Between him and Tanya, Edgar already knew he was on thin ice and had to be at his absolute best today, or else they really were going to let Ella loose on him. That is if Curtis didn’t get to him first. They still hadn’t chatted, but it was something Curtis planned on fixing today. Get what needed to be said out and move on.

Curtis wasn’t necessarily sympathetic about Edgar’s jealousy but you had seemed ready to forgive and try again, he supposed he could as well. With the clear promise, it was to never happen again.

You wrinkled your nose and he pressed a kiss to the tip, even though his crystalline blues bored into your own still. “What if I do something, or get in the way.” Your brows furrowed and you looked down, your insecurities getting the best of you at the moment. “I just don’t want to embarrass you today.”

“Just be you, Honey, You are sweet, kind, sexy as fuck…” You rolled your eyes a bit here, but Curtis got your attention again. “... and I’m damn proud you're my girl that I get to show off. You have nothing to worry about today.”

“You are too much.” You couldn't hold back the smile, his words having given you a giddy rush that warmed your cheeks and made you glad you were here now.

“I don’t tell you nearly enough Pretty Girl. Come on.” He opened the door and slid you across the seat to help you down. Once one of your dishes was secured in your hold and he had the other, the two of you made it up the steps and a knock had the door springing open to Timmy waiting in the entranceway, holding out his hands in offering to let you step inside.

“Hey Ms.Y/L/N, Curtis, Mama was saying you two should be showing up any minute.”

“Y/N had to let something cool before we could get here.” Curtis set down his bowl and offered to help you out of your jacket, then took off his.

“Hey, Timmy, how about today it's just Y/N? We are on vacation after all.” You offered and your student gave a nod in understanding.

“Sure thing Y/N, the kitchen is just down the hall to the left, everyone is in there or the living room, I will go bring these to mom.” He took off with your sweet potatoes, and you turned to Curtis, moving to pick up the rolls.

“I'm gonna run these in there.” You mentioned while he unlaced his boots to get them off.

“I will be around in a minute to say Hi to Tanya.”

You made your way into the kitchen, bypassing the living room where it looked like Edgar and Timmy were getting ready to wrestle, while Grey was teaching the kid some moves to use on Edgar. In the kitchen you found Tanya and Ella picking at some snacks on a board, an open bottle of wine, and food scattered all over the place. On a stool near Ella stood Sophia, the little three-year-old in pigtails, doing her best to mix some dough with her spoon, happily.

“Hey.” You said as you held up a covered cooking sheet. “I also come with some rolls.”

“You are a life saver Y/N.” Tanya exclaimed as she motioned to a bare spot on her island counter. “This one distracted me and I done burned mine.” Curtis’ cousin next to her gave a look to her friend.

“Excuse me, I'm sorry that I literally said ‘Hey look at this post on Instagram and you forgot your rolls scrolling the half-naked hot dudes. Hate to see your reaction to pornhub.” Ella set her phone down to help Sophia with stirring. “Alright kiddo, these cookies are looking good. But you know who is here now? Uncle Curtis.” She fixed Sophia’s hair. “Can you say hi to Y/N? Remember she gave us all the best candy trick or treating.”

The little girl, with her chubby cheeks a bit ruddy from the warmth in the kitchen and bright shining eyes, immediately dropped her spoon in the bowl and threw her hands up to be let down. “Uncle! Uncle!” She beamed at you as Ella wiped at her hands with a wet towel and tugged her flour covered mini apron off to set her free. “Hi!” Little fingers waved at you before she giggled and scrunched up her face at you.

“He should be here in just a second, he was just taking off his boots.” You told the women as you reached a hand for Sophia, who grasped it in a greeting. “Hey, Sophia nice to see you.”

Sophia's eyes were bright and exquisite as she looked you over. She must have deemed you okay because she rambled right into a conversation with you in two seconds while still working on getting off her chair. “Those suga’ cookies’ for famksgiving.” You were helping her down when Curtis came around the corner.

“Uncle!” Sophia's voice rose in excitement and bolted away from you to race to her uncle who promptly caught her and swung her up into the crook of his arm, where she sat like she belonged, hugging him around his neck and pointing excitedly at her cookie dough. “Look what I’m making!”

“Well, you are the cookie monster.” He swung her around, blowing on her belly and making her squeal in laughter. Ella shook her head at the two of them.

“How about we finish your sugar cookies and you go play with Uncle Curtis?” Ella wiggled her brows at the suggestion, the little girl immediately on board with the idea.

“You’re leaving me alone with this rugrat?” Curtis now had Sophia hanging over his shoulder, the little girl squealing with excitement as she grabbed at her uncle's beanie and shoved the too big hat on her head, half covering her head.

“Her father is in the other room. Let Grey take her for a while. It’s his weekend with her.” Ella nodded, tickling the back of Sophia’s feet, making her kick against Curtis’s chest lightly. Tanya piped up from the stove where she was basting a turkey.

“You will be safe Curtis.” From the other room, Timmy chose the opportune moment to call Curtis's name.

There was no saving him now and he took a firm hold of Sophia's swinging legs to keep her from kicking, leaning in to kiss your cheek. “Don’t believe anything these two say while I’m gone.”

“I’m gonna tell her about that time I caught you kissing my doll.” Ella smirked as she rolled out the cookie dough, Tanya pausing in mid-baste to look over her shoulder.

“He didn’t!”

“Sure was! He claims he was practicing to kiss the girl next door to Grammy’s.” Ella promised.

Curtis groaned as he hung his head, sighing. “I should have lied to you.”

“How could you have lied about that Curtis? Anything else would have just sounded weirder.” Ella laughed as she continued with the cookies.

You shooed your hands at him, giving a light push. “Git outta here, I wanna hear more about what you did as a kid.”

He shot one last look at the three women while Sophia slid back into his arms. He looked down at his niece and everything was all good, you fit in just like you had always been a part of the family. “Come on Little Terror, let’s go find your Daddy.”

Entering the living room where Edgar and Timmy had each other in a headlock and Grey was directing Timmy on which way to twist to bring Edgar down to the floor.

“Okay! Okay, I give.” Edgar finally bowed out, the two of them falling to the floor, panting to catch their breath. Curtis let Sophia go, watching her run off to her father.

“Hey Edgar, got a minute?” Cutis cocked his head to the door in suggestion. Edgar glanced up at him warily but gave a nod, pushing himself up off the floor to follow Curtis outside on the porch. The two men stood out in the chilly fall morning, watching Tanya’s street with interest. Edgar shifted nervously next to Curtis, his hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck to ease the tension.

“So- uh- before we start, I wanna say thanks, for being cool with me coming today.”

Curtis breathed in deeply, clearing out his irritation with Edgar and remembering how you were willing to give him a chance. “You really have to thank Y/N for that. She was willing to look past the things you said and give you a chance to prove that you’re better than that.” Curtis leaned his forearms on the railing, still looking out on the street. “Which I know you are Edgar, I just…well, I still don’t fucking understand where that came from.”

Turning finally to face him, expecting an answer Edgar sighed. “Me being a dumbass. Like I told Y/N, jealous. You were happy Curtis. In two months your whole life was just better all because of Y/N. I was there, you were watching Y/N like she was a literal Goddess walking around the room, and fuck man, I wanted that. I wanted someone who just makes everything seem worth it, you know?”

“God Edgar, you are something else.” Curtis shook his head in irritation. “So you saw I was happy and you decided to what… try to make Y/N seem unworthy?”

“I was an idiot, not thinking clearly. She seemed too good, everyone liked her, all of us, myself included liked her from the moment we met her. I just… grasped at the first thing I could to make her seem less perfect I guess.”

“I could fucking strangle you.” Cutis snapped out, leveling a cold look at Edgar. “You know what happened after that?” Edgar gave a sad shake of his head. “Y/N hated on herself, you made her believe every fear she has about herself. She shut down that night and I spent all Halloween reminding her that she was perfect just as she is.”

“I wish I could take it back… I don’t feel that way at all about her, I swear.”

“Words fucking mean something Edgar, the things you say can lift a person up or drag them down. You brought her to a dark place that she had already escaped from once.” Curtis angrily said.

“I’m sorry, I really am.” Edgar said quietly.

Curtis took a moment, letting himself calm down once more. “ I know you are, I do believe that you are. Y/N is ready to move on and if she is then I’m willing to as well. But listen carefully Edgar, if you ever make me choose between the two of you again, it is going to be her.”

“Okay.”

“No, I'm dead fucking serious Edgar. I don’t know where Y/N and I are going to end up, but I’m ready to see, she’s unlike any woman I’ve dated so far. This isn’t us fooling around 'cause it’s a good time.”

“I get it Curtis, we can all see that this isn’t like any girlfriend you’ve had before.”

You craned your head out of the kitchen to watch Curtis leave with Sophia when you turned back to the other two, going to help with cutting out the cookies and putting them on the tray. “So… tell me more about Curtis as a kid?”

“Oh gladly.” Ella grinned, delving into more stories of him when he was younger. The next half hour they spent together was Ella telling childhood stories along with Tanya filling in some of her own stories from their friendship. You found yourself giggling so much that your eyes watered and you constantly were wiping at them.

Tanya finally pulled out the last tray of cookies and set them aside. “Well that's just about it, Y/N can you go tell them I need one of them to carve this turkey and Timmy to come set the table?”

“Of course.” You set your wine glass down, feeling a bit giddy still and Ella promptly reached over to pour the last of the wine bottle in it.

“I will bring it to the table.” She winked. “Tanya we gotta open another bottle.”

“Another one?”

You heard Tanya answer back as you made your way to the living room. Poking your head in, the sight that you saw made you cover your mouth briefly to keep a surprised ‘aww’ escaping. All four of the guys were scattered around the floor lounging, Sophia going to each one to make them so pretty as she kept saying.

Carefully she would brush the men's hair, trying to sweep it back or make it stand up, depending on who she was with. Making her way to Curtis, she just swiped it over his scalp and then on his beard, beaming at her uncle. “So pretty.”

“Yes, so pretty.” Curtis agreed with her, rolling his eyes up and wincing just a bit when she let the bristles come down just a little too hard. “Okay, go get Daddy now.”

This is when you opted to make yourself known. “Hey, Tanya needs someone to go carve the turkey, any takers?”

Edgar pushed up off the floor before Sophia could circle back to him, taking the excuse to escape getting his hair brushed once more. Timmy was right behind him and Gray caught his daughter in his hold, kissing her chubby cheek. “You wanna go help Mommy now?” The toddler swept her brush through his hair with an enthusiastic nod.

Leaving just you and Curtis alone in the living room, he pushed to a stand while you joined him. “Having a good time?” He inquired while running his hands around you to press into the dip of your back and pull you flush against him. You circled his waist in response, swaying gently with him.

“Yes, Ella and Tanya told me a lot.” You giggled, still feeling the warm rush the wine gave you. “I didn’t have the heart to tell your cousin that your moves have gotten better over the years. She likes to think that you are a walking disaster when it comes to women.”

Curtis groaned with a tilt of his head. “She really forgets nothing.”

“Did you really show up at a girl's house with a boombox to play Backstreet Boys?”

“It was her favorite song. I was thirteen.” He let his forehead lean against yours, “I just watched Say Anything and saw John Cusak do it.”

You giggled as you tilted your face up to nibble at his bottom lip, your eyes shining excitedly at him from under your lashes. You are full of surprises Curtis.”

“I got more for you later.” He winked at you, a thumb and forefinger grasping your chin to hold you still as he tilted in close, kissing you slow and dirty in the middle of his friend's living room, Your hands clutched at the back of his shirt to keep yourself steady at the moment.

It seemed to have the desired effect he was looking for because you were left with parted lips and dazed eyes as his thumb swiped along your bottom lip before weaving his hand with yours and leading you away from the living room.

At the moment you were speechless, having him chuckling softly as he tucked you under his arm, while rejoining everyone else.

“You were playing dirty.” You whispered to him before anyone could hear you.

“Nah, I was being nice, Pretty Girl.” His tone dropped at the nickname and he eased out a chair which you settled into, glancing around the table. Timmy was carving the turkey with Edgar nearby giving tips, Grey and Ella had Sophia between the two of them, Ella making her a plate while Grey worked on tying her hair back to keep it from getting messy while she was eating. Tanya was admiring the entire setup with a pleased look on her face.

“It all looks so good.” You complimented as you felt your leg jiggle. There was so much food and everyone was generously helping themselves to what was spread around and you found yourself suddenly nervous about taking any. Each bowl and platter Curtis passed to you had you taking small amounts, easily leaving you with just a few bites of everything.

It didn’t pass Curtis’s notice, seeing you pick at the food on your plate. Under the table he reached over to gently grasp your thigh, giving a slight squeeze to catch your attention. You were talking to Grey across the table, but feeling Curtis’s hand, you glanced at him, your fork with a tiny bite of potatoes. His gaze dropped to your fork in question and you were quick to take that bite.

Was he judging what you were eating? The chaotic part of your mind drilled you, even though the sensible part was sure to remind you that he never had before and on the first date he watched you eat a giant burger, fries and a shake, there wasn't even enough on your plate to count as a full meal.

But his hand never moved away, if anything he tucked it further between your thighs and let his thumb brush back and forth soothing while he went back to talking among the group. Curtis wasn’t upset with you eating, he was just silently checking in to make sure you were okay. It occurred to you that you were letting your thoughts dictate you and you weren't enjoying yourself because you were worried over nothing no one else was noticing. In defiance of the negative thoughts, you nudged Curtis.

“Can I have the mashed potatoes and gravy?”

Curtis gave you a genuine smile while handing them over to you. “Anything you want Honey, more turkey? You don't have much.”

“Yes please and a roll.”

You were done censoring your eating today and properly filled your plate.

“Where did you teach before here Y/N?” Tanya asked, drawing you back into the conversation.

You had to clear your mind, clearing your throat to focus on what was asked of you and take another bite. “Lake George in New York for almost five years, but I needed the change.”

Curtis had yet to remove his hand from your leg, but you were noticeably at ease once more and were not pushing your food around like you had been before. He remained quiet while you opened up with everyone, soon laughing just like you were before in the kitchen. Completely in the moment.

And that was all he wanted today, for you to feel welcome in those he considered his family.

Soon everyone was pushing their plates away with overfilled groans about how good the food had been. “Well, I think I can get this table cleaned off, you all up for some games?” Tanya pushed to a stand, gathering dirty dishes.

“Sure, what do you have?” Ella asked curiously, handing her dishes over. Curtis removed himself from the table to collect the dishes from Tanya to bring them to the kitchen, you started to gather stuff off the table while the others discussed game choices.

“Thanks Curtis and Y/N, umm, Timmy what do we have?”

Curtis was quick to deposit the dishes in the kitchen and you were right next to him organizing them so they didn't take up too much counter space. Taking your hand, he gave you a light tug to have you follow him, leading you into the hallway. “Where are we going?” You asked him in a whisper and he didn't slow down till he got to a door and swept it open to a guest bathroom. Being pulled in, you turned to him with a confused look while he locked the door behind him.

“Right here.” He directed you to turn around in the small space, moving behind you till you were facing the mirror hanging above the bathroom sink. “I wanted a few minutes alone with you Honey.” He muttered as he rubbed his chin against the curve of your neck, watching your reactions through the mirror. “Just checking in with you.” A tilt of his head made him start teasing near the hinge of your jaw causing you to tilt for him. “Pretty Girl.”

Your breath hitched hearing him, his gaze lifting enough to see that instead of closing up, you were getting lost in the sensations his mouth was bringing you. His hands squeezed your hips once more before pushing under your shirt to stroke along the lower part of your belly.

“I’m good, feeling really good.” You said hazily as he flushed kisses down to your shoulder.

“I can tell, think you can be quiet for me?” Fingers delved under the band of your pants to brush his fingers on your mound, pressing lightly into the soft curls before stroking against your slit, making you quiver, shooting a look at him through the mirror. His head tilted in question even though he continued to touch, tracing your slit now to spread your folds apart.

Yes, you could be quiet cause he gathered enough slick to rub your clit and you urgently gripped the edge of the counter but didn’t make a peep at how good it felt. “That’s my girl.” He praised your efforts and started to tease you more, spreading slick that wept from you to put more pressure on you. He never let up kissing your neck, never quite giving you a hickey, but his teeth nipped in place of some kisses, and he never stopped praising you. Between presses of his lips, he would groan in your ear as a finger filled you, then another to stretch you and make you whimper at the sensation. “Eyes on me Pretty Girl, fuck you’re beautiful when you get like this.”

You did your best to stare at him through the mirror, your eyes rolling back whenever he hit a particularly sweet spot.

“Curtis…” You whispered out, your mouth screwing to keep from calling out as his calloused fingers stroked over your sweet spot over and over so you would cum for him.

“What is it Pretty Girl, think you’re gonna give out on me?” Another stroke had your knees giving a shake and your knuckles whitening as you grasped Tanya’s bathroom counter in an effort not to let yourself sag. Your head shook a no, you could keep going. His tone was heavy, graveled deep as he called you pretty girl once more, and stroked you so thoroughly, his thumb flicking around your clit, it all made your eyes waver back and jaw go slack.

“Oh god, I’m gonna-”

Hearing you he went faster, clasping his other hand over your mouth to keep you quiet while his fingers fucked you. “Come on Pretty Girl, you gonna show me how good you feel?” Hearing him, your velvet walls clenched around him and your eyes were now pleading with him in the mirror while his mouth curved up, feeling just how close you were.

“Pretty Girl, god you are so fucking sexy looking like this.” You clenched again, your slick sounding so loud now, the sound of his hand between your thigh was soon covered by your muffled gasp, feeling the white heat in your belly sear in pleasure while you sagged into his hold. “I got you…” His arm dropped to around your waist and you leaned back into his chest.

“Fuck that was perfect.” Curtis eased his hand from your pants and held up the glistening fingers with a smirk.

You shyly turned into his arms, feeling vulnerable in the way that this wasn't the safety of your apartment or his house. Your face pressed into the soft flannel covering his chest and he rubbed at your back, smiling to yourself as his mouth pressed at the crown of your head.

“You looked so good Honey, I couldn't stop thinking about getting you to myself for a few moments.” Curtis assured you, giving his hand a quick rinse in the bathroom sink.

You hid a smile in his chest but then you looked up, nuzzling a bit against his beard and sighing. “We should get back out there. I can only imagine Ella coming to look for us.”

Curtis gave a laugh, his eyes amused. “That is something she would do.” Before you let him unlock the door, you cupped the back of his neck and shared a thorough kiss, biting lightly at his bottom lip before pulling away from him.

“Okay, I’m ready now.” Clicking the lock, you both exited the bathroom.

On the way back through the house to go towards the dining room, you paused seeing all these pictures hanging in the hallway. Glancing at all the happy pictures, you saw a few that Curtis was included in.

What appeared to be card night around Tanya’s table with a much younger Timmy sitting next to him. You pointed it out to him. “How old was Timmy here?”

He scooped up behind you, kissing the back of your neck while you sunk back into him, looking up at the wall.

“Mmmh, probably 10? We were having poker night.” Curtis smiled at the memory of it. “Only gambling Tanya said we could do. Kid cleaned me out that night.”

You giggled at his story, letting your hands cover his resting on your waist. “What a beautiful family.”

He hummed in agreement and continued back towards the dining room.

Tanya just glanced at the two of you coming back into the room and gave a smile in greeting. “Would you two like some coffee?”

“Sure.” You were eager for the attention to fall off you and Curtis. “Let me help you.”

“No, no… I got it.” She said as she pushed up from the dining room table that was now littered with the board game Clue, some untouched snacks, and drinks. “You and Curtis are the green peg on the board and your turn is next. Cream, sugar?”

“Sounds perfect.”

“Curtis?”

“None for me, thanks.” He said absently while studying the board, Ella flinging over a piece of paper with all the clues already given on the board. His arm circled over your shoulders while waiting for your turn to pop up. “Hey Sophia Bear, what cards does your mom have?” He teased and Ella hid her cards against her chest.

“Just cause you two went off doing who knows what doesn't mean you can cheat to win Curtis!”

“She has a man!” Sophia chose to divulge her mom's secrets anyways much to the room's amusement, making them all laugh. Grey tugged his toddler into his lap, whispering in her ear while Ella scowled at her kid.

“Good girl.”

Timmy stretched out across the table to move his piece into the library and started making his accusation as to whodunit.

Ella cheekily denied having any clues before she turned to you and Curtis. “Sooo, you two have a good time?”

“Just showing Y/N the house.” Curtis was quick to reply which had you half panicking next to him but under the table, his hand rubbed against your thigh reassuring. “Tanya has a nice backyard.”

“Liar, it's just a dirt patch back there,” Ella smirked at the two of you and shared a wink with you. “Good for you two. But… you’re still getting your asses beat at Clue.”

“Bring it.” Curtis challenged her while he pressed the dice into your hand. “Give us a good roll Honey.”

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