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msgexymunson · 2 years

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Red handed was my introduction to this blog and I am here to stay! I liked the friends to lovers dynamic but can I please request an enemies to lovers scenario? reader begrudgingly ends up crushing on eddie and she is forced to admit it to him in the middle of some very steamy hate sex? sub reader, humiliation and degradation please and thank you

Fuck Me Like You Hate Me

Mean!Dom!Eddie x Sub!Fem!reader

Warnings: VERY NSFW, minors DNI or I'll bite your kneecaps off, slight bullying from Eddie (Eddie being a cocky git), f!fingering, slight spit play, small mention of biting, choking (more throat holding than anything), unprotected p in v rough sex (wrap it b4 u tap it), dacryphilia, this gets pretty rough but consent throughout, again I'm British and I try hard with the American stuff lol

A/N: this pushed me well out of my comfort zone but thank you for the ask, I like a challenge! Hope I ticked all your boxes, enjoy!

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"Morning princess!"

"I've told you a thousand times, don't call me that."

"Stop being such a priss and I might stop."

"I'm not a priss, you don't know anything about me Edward."

"Bet I know more than you think princess."

"Stop calling me princess, Edward!"

"Stop calling me Edward, princess."

"Urgh!"

Slamming your locker shut you look over at your agitator. He smiles wide, winking at you.

Every fucking morning. Usually you were calm and sweet to everyone. Laid back, easy going, quiet, controlled. That all changed when you'd reached the same year as Eddie Munson.

He had barrelled into your life uninvited and unwelcome, but there he was all the same. Not only had you been forced to sit next to him in History and English class due to the assigned seating, his locker was right next to yours when they switched them at the beginning of the year. The universe seemed to be pushing you together.

He was loud, and brash, and seemed to revel in the negative attention he received. Everything he did was dramatic and over the top. Not only was he the absolute polar opposite of you, but you were sure Eddie had made some sort of vow to annoy you as much as possible. The digs at your outfits, the chewing gum with his mouth open, the winks when he knew you were already annoyed. It was like he was fine tuning how to piss you off on a daily basis.

Today appeared to be no exception. After home room you slipped quietly into your English class, Eddie being late as usual. You expected to hear him before you saw him, wallet chain clinking, heavy stomping steps, making some stupid remark. So when you felt hot breath on your ear and a whisper of "miss me princess?" Well, you jumped out of your skin, looking round seeing Eddie chuckling, squeezing behind you to take his seat.

"Screw you Edward."

"You wish" came the immediate response. You were almost expecting it, it's the type of thing he would say, but for some bizarre reason you felt the blood rush to your cheeks.

Temporarily rendered speechless, you opted for scowling at him instead and concentrating on your textbook.

It was nearing the end of the lesson. Soon, if you were lucky, you wouldn't see Eddie until tomorrow.

Mrs O'Donnell's voice rang out. "Class, now were are nearing the end of Hamlet, you will be completing an oral assignment. In your pairs, you will be arguing for and against Hamlet's sanity. I'll give you further details after we complete the reading tomorrow."

The bell rings, and you get out of your seat, slinging your bag on your shoulder. Eddie stands up and pushes past you before you can move. Pushed off balance, you fall into the table, ass against him.

"Now, princess, stop trying to seduce me, this is a place of learning!" He says to the whole room. A couple of lingering students snigger. Your face glows with embarrassment and anger. You clamber up and turn around to face him. Bad idea. Now, your chest is pressed against his, his breath fanning over you, smelling of cigarettes and gum.

"What is your problem Edward?" You huff in his face.

"You're the one with the problem sweetheart" he smirks at you, "you clearly need to get laid."

You stare at him in shock, mouth agape. He smiles smugly at you and walks off, leaving you gaping at nothing.

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Eddie's words played on your mind all day.

The nerve of him.

No matter how hard you tried you couldn't get his words out of your head. Now, you weren't a virgin, but you'd yet to be satisfied by a boy. You'd had orgasms before, but always by your own hand, and rushed, quiet things, lest your parents heard. As much as it pissed you off to agree with your sworn enemy, he might have a point.

To your mind, it was the only possible explanation to your sudden carnal thoughts towards Eddie. You hated him, you had all year, so why do you keep thinking of him bending you over? Or thinking of him with his head between your legs, being fucked on his tongue? Obscene ideas kept running through your mind, so much so you could barely concentrate.

Late that night, you couldn't sleep. Tossing and turning, you threw a strop, huffing into the darkness.

Gingerly, you found your clit, rubbing circles, aiming to alleviate the ache between your thighs. Slipping your fingers into your slit, you picked up your pace. Trying to conjure fantastical thoughts into your head. No matter what you thought, the image that made you cum was thinking about Eddie pushing his hard cock between your folds. You thought about him fucking you hard and raw, and you came with a silent cry, wetness seeping out onto your mattress. He had taken up residency inside your head and there was nothing you could do about it.

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Gathering your textbooks from your locker the next morning, you slam it shut and try to hurry to your first class. No such luck. You run into a solid wall. Then, looking up, you realise it's Eddie.

"You've got to stop throwing yourself at me princess." He grins, stroking your arm through your blouse. You wrench it away, face flushed and hot.

'Shut up Edward!" Several students turn at your outburst. You're angry, not just at him but at yourself. He shouldn't be affecting you this much, and last nights thoughts swimming around in your brain are not improving matters.

"Chill the fuck out, I'm kidding," he says, a bit of bite to his voice. Fishing a cigarette from behind his ear, he gestures to you. "you wanna smoke? You seem tense sweetheart."

"Why don't you shove it up your ass and fuck off whilst you're doing it." Your face is inches from his. Rage boils through you, and something else that you can't place.

"Ooh the princess swore, I'm really getting to you aren't I?" That damn handsome smirk again, that damn wink!

"Just stay out of my way." You turn to storm off.

"You're a real bitch, you know that?" Eddie yells to your back. You keep walking.

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"So, as we discussed yesterday, your oral assignment is a debate between you and your partner regarding Hamlet's sanity. I'll leave it to you to discuss who takes pros and who takes cons. You will have two weeks to prepare. Remember, this will be 10% of your overall grade, so I suggest you take this seriously. You are already in your pairs."

You are already in your pairs? You've got to be fucking kidding.

Your hand spears the air, face determined.

"You said we're in our pairs. Can't we choose our partners instead?"

"No, that will be far too disruptive. No discussion."

You roll your eyes and glance at your partner.

Eddie's wry smile teases you from the corner of his mouth.

"Trying to get rid of me princess? You offend me."

You clench your teeth in response.

At the end of the lesson, Eddie moves to stand. You grab him by the arm before he can leave.

"Steady on love."

"Listen Edward, we need to decide when we are meeting to study. You're not slacking off and letting me do all the work." You glare at him.

"As if I'd let that happen. So, Friday night good for you? I doubt you have any plans."

Rolling your eyes at him, you say "fine. My house. After school. My parents will be out anyway."

"Oh, you tryin' to get me alone princess?"

You blush, shoving at his chest. "No, I'd rather you didn't meet my parents is all."

"Okay, it's a date." He walks off, leaving you to shout at his back.

"It's not a date, we are studying!"

"Wouldn't want it to be princess." He waves his hand at you whilst he leaves, not bothering to turn in response.

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Friday night rolls around and you are a bag of nerves. The thought of Eddie invading your private space makes you feel sick, but the thought of being at his makes it even worse. At least at your house you have some semblance of control.

The doorbell rings and simultaneously there's a knock at the door.

Even his knock is annoying, pick one for Christs sake.

You open the door, giving him a tight lipped "Hi."

"Don't you even get changed when you get home? Jesus."

You scowl at him but bite your lip. You're going to get through this evening no matter what.

Moving to the kitchen, you go to grab some sodas from the refrigerator.

"You want a drink?"

"Oh, I see we're playing nice. Sure." You roll your eyes grabbing him a can.

"This way Edward." And you walk up the stairs to your room.

What's wrong with my outfit anyway? It's just a blouse and a skirt. Nope. Stop it. Don't let him get under your skin.

Getting to your room, you perch by the pillows on your bed, and gesture at Eddie to sit at the chair by your desk. He completely ignores you, deciding he would rather look at your stuff; picking up ornaments, rifling through tapes, and laughing at your stuffed toys.

You huff at him, he ignores it, opting instead to open your jewellery box, laughing out loud when the little ballerina pops up and the tinny music starts playing.

"I'd appreciate a bit of focus Edward." You say through gritted teeth.

Eddie flops down on the edge of your bed, ignoring the chair.

"You really need to lighten up, you know that? It's not good for you." He grins.

"You don't know what's good for me. You don't know anything about me!" The flush rising to your cheeks yet again.

He laughs loudly at that. "Oh sweetheart of course I do. You're a fuckin' walking cliché. Little Miss Priss, with your blouses and your ballerina jewellery box and your Cindy Lauper tapes. Doing everything perfect, perfect grades. No plans on a Friday night. Probably a virgin. You're barely holding it all together, and I think it's really fuckin' funny that you don't see it."

You're face glows magenta; utterly dumb struck at his words, mouth gaping open. You shut it and manage to struggle out 'I-I'm not, not a virgin." Your voice is small.

Eddie snorts at that. "Oh yeah, was it everything you'd dreamed it would be?"

You didn't say anything. You didn't have to. Eddie laughed.

"I thought so. You know what you need? You need someone to put you in your place."

Your reaction was instinctive and immediate. There was nothing you could do, you had already squeezed your thighs together and made some pathetic whimpering noise before you could engage your brain.

Eddie laughs again, scooting over to you on the bed.

"See? I can read you like a book. So why don't you just admit, the reason why you're such a bitch to me is because you want me?" He smirks at you.

"Shut the fuck up Eddie." Leaning forward, you kiss him, pressing your lips firmly onto his. He pushes back, so hard its nearly painful. When his hand reaches up and holds your throat, you moan loudly. His tongue flicks into you as he pushes you into the bed. You palm his dick over his jeans, desperate movements taking over you.

Scrambling with your legs, you move them so you're laying down. Eddie moves to lay on top of you, caging you in with his arms.

"See? This is where you're supposed to be. Beneath me." He smiles but there's no mirth in it.

You try to bite back, sneering at him "Edward-"

He puts his hand back to your throat. Not squeezing as such, but the threat is there.

"I don't fucking think so princess."

"Sorry Eddie." You gaze up at him, eyes wide.

"See? You can be real sweet when you want to be. Stop being a brat." You nod.

Suddenly, his eyes soften just a fraction, and his voice is a whisper, "you do want this, don't you?" You nod emphatically.

"You tell me if anything's too much yeah?" That takes you back more than all of this, more than the kiss, more than the hand at your throat. You manage to mumble out "yes Eddie."

He winks at you, and his face hardens again. The change is instantaneous and almost frightening.

"Take off your shirt." You do as he commands, cotton bra on show.

Kneeling between your legs, he pulls your skirt up to your waist, exposing your underwear.

Eddie chuckles darkly, running his thumb down your slit, pushing hard at your clothed cunt. Gasping, your eyes widen, shocked at how forward he is being. And at how much you like it.

"Look at this, I've not touched you yet and your soaked through. It's pathetic." Hooking his fingers into the sides, he pulls your underwear down roughly to your ankles. You kick them free, legs settling either side of him.

You feel self conscious, your pussy on display for him, wanting to hide your face in your hands.

"Hey, look at me." Voice iron clad. You look at him, scowling slightly, still embarrassed.

"You want me to fuck the brat out of you?" Head tilted to one side, eyebrows raised.

You squirm, taken aback by his audacity. The fact that your cunt was positively dripping solely on his words and his tone alone was throwing you. Any power you had, had been relinquished willingly, easily-

"Are you gonna answer me or what princess?"

Eddie's hands gripped the insides of your thighs, making you squeal.

"I-ah yes Eddie."

"Yes what?" That fucking smug face, that smirk. "Say it."

"I want you to," you huff, and quieter, say "fuck the brat out of me."

Eddie grins, but it doesn't reach his eyes. He looks like a predator stalking some poor defensiveness prey. You.

Without warning, Eddie jams his thumb deep into your exposed hole. You don't know what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn't that.

Your back arched off the bed, mouth forming a perfect O. The pace he set was relentless, thumb wiggling into you, pushing into your heat with the full force of his arm. Squelching echoed through the room. Moaning shamelessly, you felt blinding heat forging in your core, muscles spasming.

"Shit, you gonna cum already? Pitiful really. No ones ever made you cum, have they?"

You cry out in response, "no Eddie!"

In a matter of seconds you explode, the pleasure expanding through your chest and radiating through your limbs. You scream a broken echo of his name, shaking. Eddie doesn't stop fucking you with his thumb. When it becomes too much you put your hand out to stop him, but he doesn't budge.

"Eddie, please, s'too much!"

"You've got another one, I know it. Do you really want me to stop?"

You stare, hand still on his arm, making no move. No, you didn't want him to stop.

Smirking, leaning over you, he spits forcibly on your clit. It's disgusting, but it makes you clench hard around his thumb.

He brings his other hand to your saliva covered bud and starts rubbing relentlessly back and forth. The feeling is so intense, fire in every nerve, animated boiling heat. This time, no sounds escape you. Your orgasm crests with a silent cry, tears streaming down your cheeks. You are drenched, you can feel it covering the bedclothes underneath you.

Eddie finally removes his thumb from you, holding his hand out for you to see. It's covered in your slick.

"Bet you haven't done that before. You squirted all over me. Filthy." You blush in response, trying to catch your breath.

Eddie unzips his jeans and pushes them under his butt, fisting his length. He leans over your panting frame, eyes glittering like midnight. He sucks a hickey to the top of your breast, shining in the light, purple and spit.

"I'm guessing you don't have a condom princess?"

"No, no, I'm- on the pill, please-"

"Fuck, you want me to fuck you raw?"

"Yes, please, Eddie I-I've wanted you to, please, please!"

Eddie laughs at you and pulls you bodily towards him, pulling your breath from you. It amazed you how strong he was. Before another thought could enter your mind he was pushing his full length into you, bottoming out. The stretch was intense. Without giving you any time to adjust he started ploughing into you, one hand pulling you into him by your raised thigh, the other reaching for your hand. You thought for a moment that it was a sweet gesture, stark contrast from how he was treating you, until he grabbed both hands, and pinned them over your head.

Dick ploughing into you almost ferally; hot breath in your ear, "gonna admit it? How much you've wanted this?"

"Eddie, I, fuck, I've wanted this. Still don't, urgh shit, still don't fucking like you."

Eddie laughs out loud.

"Still got some brat to fuck out of you I see." He bites down hard on your shoulder, making you squeal.

He moves your legs, hiking them up and over his shoulders, and drives into you.

"Oh my fucking God Eddie!" He's so deep, hitting your g spot with every animalistic thrust. Your climax creeps up with no warning, suddenly you're full on weeping; a fucked out, blubbering mess.

"Shit princess you crying? Fucking pathetic. That's it, keep fucking crying, gonna make me cum, fuck."

Eddie grabs you by the thighs and humps into you with everything he has. Cursing and groaning he releases into you, back arching, face screwed up. As much as he pisses you off, he does look unbelievably hot like this.

Releasing your legs, he flops down on the bed next to you, trying to catch his breath.

"So," he manages between deep breaths, "you gonna be a bit nicer to me?" He turns his head to look at your face.

You look straight back. "Doubtful." You say, a smile playing on your lips.

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harrywavycurly · 9 months

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Sarah my sweet is it possible at all the maybe get a conversation between Eddie and Reader when he comes over for their sleepover?🥺🥺

Hiiiii lovey!! Of course it’s possible, I think y’all deserve some just cuteness from the two of them so enjoy this little conversation 💖

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“If you touch me with those icicle feet we are done sleeping in the same bed and you’ll be exiled to the couch of loneliness.” “Not the couch of loneliness…it’s all the way downstairs…” “Exactly Eddie…so don’t say I didn’t warn you.” “I have a question.” “It’s three in the morning…I might have an answer but it might not be for your question.” “Ohh I love how your brain works when you’re sleepy…but uh why are we in the guest bedroom with the lumpy mattress when your bedroom is right next door with a mattress so soft I don’t ever want to leave it?” “Because…I don’t want to be in that room right now.” “Oh…right…yeah that makes sense….can we at least switch mattresses? My back is gonna be in knots when I wake up.” “That’s if you wake up…might kill you in your sleep for touching me with your feet.” “You’re so lovely in the early morning hours.” “Now I have a question.” “Let’s hear it.” “You think somewhere in the world right now two people are doing this exact thing?” “I’m sure there are plenty of bestfriends cuddling on an uncomfortable mattress right now…hopefully they don’t have the hair issues we have.” “Your hair needs to be free in the night Edward it’s common knowledge okay? You can’t sleep with it in a bun.” “But then it gets in my face and in my mouth and then I’m already dealing with your hair being everywhere and it’s just a lot of hair.” “You’re so dramatic.” “Yeah? And?” “I love it.” “I know you do…that’s why I keep it up…just for you.” “I appreciate it…do you mind if I lay like this?” “Ew no don’t you dare rest your head on my chest you sicko…no I don’t care..get comfortable okay? It’s fine.” “Did you enjoy your stiff drink?” “Oh yes my tequila with a flat sprite really hit the spot.” “I didn’t know it was flat until I was already pouring it in your glass…my cheese and crackers were delicious.” “I’m glad…is this okay?” “Yes Eddie you can put your hand there…if it goes any lower you might not get it back.” “Listen the amount of times I’ve accidentally touched your ass is less then fifty and I’d say that’s good for how long we’ve been friends.” “Now subtract the amount of times it wasn’t really an accident and give me the real number.” “Never…I’m taking that number to the grave.” “You’re so annoying…but I love you.” “I love you too…now stop talking to me and close your eyes…you’re cutting into my beauty sleep.” “Goodnight Eddie.” “Goodnight.”

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munsons-melody · 9 months

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hi! i read your 'angeleyes' fic and it was AMAZING i was just wondering.. perhaps, just maybe, a part 2-ish where y/n and eddie actually have that picnic at lovers lake ?? i think that would be so cute and pure 🤭 or it could be a totally separate thing from the fic itself!

eeek i'm so happy you wanted a part 2!! sorry for the late response, i wanted to write the fic as perfect as possible before responding, i hope you love it!! <3

your song (angeleyes part two)

summary: you and eddie finally get your date at lovers lake

(part two to my fic angeleyes which can be found here)

pairing: eddie x female!henderson!reader

content: pure fluffiness

recommended song: 'your song' by elton john

word count: 4.4k

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after you and eddie reconciled in the back of the RV, you vowed to yourself that you would let nothing happen to him and he of course already told you that he would keep you safe no matter what

even when that meant reading his mind when returning through the gate. you had watched dustin climb through the rope into normal hawkins, before turning to eddie. he gave you a chaste kiss before helping you up and through the gate, but once through, you looked down to see eddie staring at where the demo bats were attempting to breach through the top of the trailer

"edward james munson, get your ass through this gate right now!" you screamed, knowing he wanted to go out there and keep fighting, be the hero he was destined to be

"coming" he mumbled, snapping out of his thoughts and looking back up through the gate to see you

once you reconvened with everyone back in the real world, you felt some weight fall off your shoulders, assuming vecna was dead, and you felt a sense of normalcy headed your way, however, that was not what happened

eddie was found and arrested within hours of being back in the real hawkins because a couple people spotted movement within his trailer

you sat on the cold hard chair in the waiting room of the hawkins police department. it had been at least an hour since eddie was taken back to the small cell they had in the back of the building. you sat there with your hands buried in your hands with dustin next to you, who was biting on his thumb nail out of pure anxiety.

the news had not gone public but you were scared that at any minute, angry mobs of people would appear, ready to rip him apart for something he didn't do

sheriff powell walked into the room, handing a file over to florence who sat behind her desk. you stood up, looking for some sort of sign that you would be able to go back and see him

"uh we need to ask you a couple of questions as well, if you wouldn't mind," he said, ushering you to follow him

"no, whatever you want to ask, you can ask me right here," you said, crossing your arms

"ugh whatever, uh, did he force either of you two into his murderous plans?" he started, flipping open a small notebook, clicking his pen with a frustrated sigh

it was obvious that since he took on the role of the hawkins sheriff, he never expected to be put in a situation like this and as the arresting officer, he was clearly stressed knowing he had the number one suspect of the murders in the building and only him and florence knew that he was sitting in the holding cell

"what? no! that's crazy, he is innocent!" dustin yelled

"son, you need to remain calm or we won't be able to get to the bottom of this," he said, rubbing his forehead in distress

"calm? you want me to stay calm? you just arrested someone who is more innocent than mother theresa! he was framed!" dustin yelled again, throwing his hands up to dramatize his point

just then, the phone rang.

"hawkins police department, how may i help you?" she said picking up the phone and placing it on her ear. she balanced it between her shoulder as she grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, writing something down

she muttered a couple of "uh-huhs" before hanging up the phone and standing up, walking over to the sheriff

"that was officer callahan, he just found some kids at the abandoned creel house, one of them with broken arms and legs like the others, she was taken to the hospital about half an hour ago" florence explained, and you looked at dustin

"is she awake? can she talk?" powell asked and florence shrugged

"they didn't say," she responded and Powell nodded

"i'll be back, you two stay here" powell said firmly, grabbing his sheriff hat and walking out the door

you nodded, and sat down again, tears pricking at your eyes feeling frustrated as ever

"are you guys hungry?" florence asked sweetly and you shook your head, rubbing your forehead

"you sure? cause i can go grab something next door, and while i do so, there's no one here to stop you from seeing mr. munson..." she trailed off

you lifted your head up, picking up on what she was trying to say. she would leave to get food and while she was gone, she was going to let you see eddie

"but what about-" you started and she shook her head

"i'm going to go get you two food, you two look famished" florence said again, grabbing her coat and purse and walking swiftly out of the door leaving you and dustin alone in the building

you would assume that there would be more officers working, but most were out patroling the streets or looking for eddie, unaware that the sherriff already brought him in

you quickly ran down the hall and turned the corner to see eddie sitting on the hard metal bench that was connected to the wall, his head in his hands

"eddie?" you said urgently. he lifted his head up to see you and instantly got up and walked towards the bars that divided the two of you

"y/n, how did you get back here?" he asked, linking his hand with yours that met on one of the bars

"florence let me back but that's not important, how are you?" you asked sympathetically

"oh you know, just peachy, i almost die defeating an evil force just to get thrown in jail for a crime i didn't commit" he said sarcastically. you knew he was using it as a defense mechanism to cover the fact that he wanted to cry and scream and punch a wall for being in the worst situation imaginable

"well i am going to do everything in my power to get you out of here i promise" you told him and he nodded, wiping away a tear

"oh eddie bear don't cry" you said, using his nickname you started to call him when you first started dating

"ew, eddie bear?" dustin said, appearing behind you

"hey at least she is being nice" eddie snapped back and dustin crossed his arms

"i am nice too! i'm here to help get you out," dustin told him and you sorta droned out as the two continued to bicker like brothers with one another

you both stayed with eddie for a couple more minutes before you heard the bell of the front door ring, signaling someone was coming in

"shit, okay, i love you, i'll be back" you said to eddie, disconnecting your hands and following dustin out of the room and down the hall back to where the desks were

florence came back in holding a large brown paper bag, giving you a small smile

"sorry im a few minutes later than i should've been, there was a long line" she said with a wink, handing you the bag

you thanked her as she took out one package of food and headed down the hallway, presumably towards eddie, and left the rest to you and dustin as you dove into the meal

you were almost done, snacking on a couple of leftover fries when both sheriff powell and officer callahan walked into the building and down the hall to eddie

you got up, following them, not caring if you would get reprimanded for doing so. they were both silent as you watched them unlock the cell, eddie standing up and looking at them with confusion

"mr. munson, under new evidence you are no longer under arrest for the murders of chrissy cunningham, fred benson, and patrick mckinney. you are free to go" powell said with a grisly voice

eddie slowly walked out of the cell, staring at the two officers incase they were to have a snap in judgment and throw him back in

"what.. what do you mean?" you asked as he walked to you, giving you a hug

"we cannot disclose much but, we found that there was another accident that occurred when mr. munson here was in this cell, which proves.." callahan started to say

"it proves he didn't do it since we had him detained here so there was no way he was able to get out and do anything" powell finished

you started crying, and your arms wrapped around eddie, pulling him in close

"thank god" you mumbled out, before it hit you

the next day you woke up in your bed, eddie next to you. after all the shit that went down, you were more than happy to be showered and laying in bed next to eddie who was no longer convicted of a crime he didn't commit

the two of you snuck into your room the night before as you were promised as of 12 pm last night, the news would be spread that eddie munson was innocent

you knew that even with the proof of innocence, people would still be cruel towards your boyfriend so you decided the best course of action was to let him sleep all day in a comfy bed, then take him on a picnic to lovers lake. it would be secluded and give you a chance to just be with him

you rolled out of bed quietly and walked out of your room and down the hall to the living room. you saw your mom sitting in her chair with tews sitting on her lap, watching the news

"did you see this?" she asked, motioning to the tv where you saw the headline underneath powell stating the new evidential facts

new evidence found in munson case - suspect found innocent

"yeah uh, i did see that, i actually picked him up from the station last night..." you told her and she gasped

"where is he now? he obviously can't go home" she asked

"now mom, don't get mad but he had to stay over last night-" you tried to explain and she got up, putting tews on the seat behind her

"he's here?" she said with a mix of a shout with a whisper, you gulped with a nod

"well, that poor thing! after everything he's been through! does he need anything?" she asked, and you were shocked

"oh uh, not now? he's sleeping but when he gets up he'll probably need something to eat and then i'm taking him on a picnic tonight," you smiled sheepishly

"oh good, well i do have to head to work soon but please make him feel at home, poor thing has been through enough" she told you and you nodded with an unsure smile

"yeah sure" was all you said as she walked to her room

you stood there, stunned. to be fair she knew you and eddie were dating and how close he and dustin were, but the whole situation of him being accused of something so heinous really freaked her out.

you checked the time and saw it was only about 8 am, your mom would leave in a few minutes and you knew for a fact eddie and dustin, who were both dead asleep, would probably not wake up till hours later

figuring you should do something of use, you decided to wash eddie's clothes, start prepping food for your picnic, and find some other things to busy yourself with

"how's max" you asked nancy. she was at the hospital with mike and lucas, and she called you after wondering where you went. you explained the eddie situation which she was thankful for, and updated the rest of the group for you.

"alive, but her arms and legs are broken and in casts, the doctors don't know when she'll wake up," she said as you heard her sniffles

a few tears started to fall upon hearing the news, and you nodded, thankful she was alive but praying she would wake up and everything would be okay

"how's eddie doing?" she asked just as you heard a door creak open. you looked around the corner to see eddie coming out of your room in just a pair of boxers

"speak of the devil, he just woke up," you told her as eddie wrapped his arms around you, the warmth of his body heating up yours

you continued to talk with nancy for a few more minutes as eddie slowly swayed you side to side. the two of you eventually said goodbye and you hung up, turning your body to face eddie

"hi baby" he said as you put your arms around his shoulders, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck

"how'd you sleep?" you asked

"fucking amazing, such an upgrade from ricks couch," he said, kissing your forehead

you stood like that for a handful of minutes, enjoying the bliss of standing in each others arms.

"you hungry?" you asked. "yeah" he mumbled out. you went to move out of his arms but he wouldn't let you move

"baby i kinda have to go to the kitchen" you laughed, trying to worm your way out of his arms and he gripped tighter

"nope, cant let you go, i love you too much" he laughed as he fake wrestled you to avoid you leaving his arms

eddie and you fumbled to the floor, causing you two to burst into giggles. you hadn't heard his laugh in the longest time and it warmed your heart

"i've missed that" you said, leaning on your side to look at him. he propped himself up on his arm and out the other around your waist

"missed what" he asked, stroking your hip lightly with his thumb

"you, your smile, your laugh, everything" you giggled out

"i missed everything about you too" he said, using his hand on your hip to pull you close. he swiftly moved so he was hovering over you, slowly leaning down to kiss you

just as your lips touched, you heard a few footsteps and then a loud "what the fuck, get off the floor" by an annoyed dustin, who clearly just woke up

"sorry man" eddie mumbled out, and got up, and helped you up from the floor as well

you cooked the two of them breakfast, and munched on a few pieces here and there before dustin got up, putting his plate in the sink

"i'm going to get dressed and then head to the hospital to see max, can you drive me there?" he asked eddie, and he nodded a yes

"uh babe, where are my clothes?" eddie asked

"oh i washed and dried them for you, they should be downstairs, i can go get it" you said, kissing his temple in passing

you quickly got his clothes out of the dryer and brought them back up from the basement, going to your room and setting them on your bed

you went back to the kitchen, and started cleaning the dishes up, noticing dustin left the table

"i put your clothes on my bed" you said to him when he came up behind you and kissed your neck

"or we can make it even and you can lose your clothes" he suggested, kissing up your neck

you smiled, drying your hands on the small towel next to the sink

"oh really?" you smirked, as he kissed up your neck, you pressed back against him causing a small moan to emit from his perfect pink lips

"okay eddie im ready to go!" you heard dustin scream as he walked down the hall

"fucking cock block" eddie mumbled, leaning his forehead against your shoulder causing you to giggle

"go on, i'm gonna work on our surprise date" you said and he kissed your shoulder

"its not really a surprise if you tell me about it" he said, pulling away from you causing the chilly air to nip at your skin

"well i had to tell you cause you're gonna drive us there" you said smiling

"oh really?" he said, pulling you in for another kiss

"really" you said pulling away

"ew gross guys cmon im right here" you heard dustin complain. you giggled as you watched eddie flick dustins temple as he passed him on the way to your room

a few minutes later he came back out wearing his newly cleaned hellfire t shirt and black jeans, slipping on his shoes

"lets go" he said, keys in hand

after eddie got back, you two packed up food, and you honestly didn't care that you knew he knew where you guys were going

you had gotten dressed into a comfy sweater and jeans, knowing it was going to be a bit nippy when the sun set by the lake

eddie helped you push the picnic basket and blankets into the back of his van then helped you up into the passenger seat, shutting your door for you, always refusing for you to get it because to him 'a lady should never get her own door' and always insisted he did it instead

"so i think i know where we're having our surprise date" eddie said with a smirk, hopping into the drivers seat and shutting the door

he turned on the engine in his van and started the usual drive from your house to lovers lake

the radio played softly, and you turned your body to admire him, watching him focus on the road, one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on the clutch.

"what's going through your mind pretty girl?" he asked, noticing you looking

"nothing, just admiring how pretty you are," you smiled, and he stretched the hand he had on the clutch and moved it to your thigh

you put your hand on top of his, stroking his skin lightly before your hands intertwined. you felt the roughness of his calloused fingers graze over yours along with the metal of his rings that he refused to go anywhere without

"you think i'm pretty?" he asked, a small smile tugging at his lips as he glanced over at you

"of course, god broke the mold when he made you," you said with a giggle and eddie rolled his eyes, a real smile stretching over his face

"that's so cheesy" eddie said with a chuckle. the radio continued to play as you sat in comfortable silence

but it wasn't long before the two of you were talking about everything and anything as you usually would end up doing but you secretly loved it, to you it proved you would never run out of things to talk about

before you knew it, you had arrived at your usual spot in lovers lake. it was a small, quiet area that you hadn't seen too many people in but it was perfect for the two of you. there was enough room for the van to be parked on the side of the road, and your usual spot sat in a clearing of bushes which provided some privacy which was nice. it was also close to the water which gave the right amount of ambience to your dates with eddie. it was a peaceful intermission from life everytime you came here and that's why it soon became your favorite

of course during the break up, you were very upset you couldn't go there to think, just out of pure fear you were to see eddie here with some other girl. but you didn't know what was worse, running into him on a date with another girl in your spot, or seeing him there all alone and not being able to be with him sitting on the shoreline

you and eddie took your stuff from his van and walked down to where you normally set the blanket and you had a sense of deja vu wash over you

"agh i'm getting deja vu" you spoke, setting down the blanket which made eddie chuckle

"i just take it that if it was meant to happen before you're where you're meant to be right now" eddie said setting up the food, and you laughed

"when did you become so wise?" you asked in surprise and eddie shrugged with a smile

"somewhere on the walk from the car to here" eddie joked

the sun had set, the food was finished, and the music was playing from one of eddie's transistor radios he had from his van

you were leaning against eddie who was sitting against a tree, giving you the perfect view of the lake while eddie's arms wrapped around you

the song on the radio changed and suddenly you were listening to the familiar tune of 'your song' by elton john

"ugh i love elton, but this song is so cheesy and overplayed" you complained to eddie

"can i tell you a secret?" he responded causing you confusion on his response

"yeah?" you told him

"i actually kinda like this song" he said with a sheepish smile

"what?" you said in surprise and he nodded, shifting his position to get up, offering a hand to help you up from your spot

you stood up as he gently pulled you in close, your hands were on his chest as his arms snaked around your waist, and he rested his hands on your lower back

he started to dance with you as the lyrics flowed, and your heart skipped a beat as he started to sing along

'I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do My gift is my song, and this one's for you'

he quickly kissed you between verses before he continued to sing to you, gently swaying you back and forth as you laid your head on his chest, putting your arms around his neck 'And you can tell everybody this is your song It may be quite simple, but now that it's done I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind that I put down in words How wonderful life is while you're in the world'

you started to tear up a little bit just from the amount of pure love for the man in front of you. he moved his head to get your attention just to sing you your favorite line from the whole song

'yours are the sweetest eyes i've ever seen'

you smiled and looked away, blushing as he continued to sing along until the song ended and the two of you stood there in each other's arms, the radio switching to some other song while hearing the light waves from the lake splash onto the edge of the ground where you stood

"i guess its not such a cheesy song after all" you muttered, wiping a tear from your cheek

"guess not" eddie agreed, leading to another few minutes of silence of standing there with each other which was pure bliss after the hell you've encountered the past few weeks, before eddie spoke again

"it's all true though" he said and you responded with an intrigued "hm?"

"the song, it's true for me. you make life the most wonderful thing to experience just because you're here with me, and i can't say it enough but i love you more than life y/n" he said, locking eyes with you

you gently cupped his face, kissing him with such passion you were sure it would break the world record for the amount of love shown through a kiss. he kissed you back, pulling you in close like he would lose you the second he let go. your hands tangled in his hair as your tongues explored each other's mouths like it was new territory.

when you finally pulled away for air, eddie kept you close, leaning his forehead against yours and rubbing a hand on the back of your neck. he kissed your forehead lightly before pulling away, looking at your fingers entangling with his

he quickly pulled away and turned around before he whipped back around and got down on one knee, holding up the ring he always wore on his right hand. the one he stole from his mom's jewelry box when he was 12 but she ended up letting him keep it, finding it endearing he wanted to wear it

"y/n, this is a promise that no matter how stupid i am, that we always work things out, and we stay that way no matter what. i love you and never want to let you go and as a token of my promise, and my love and appreciation, will you please wear my ring and be mine again?" he asked, looking up at you, the lyrics of having the sweetest eyes you've ever seen coming to fruition with his chocolate brown eyes staring into yours

"eddie i-" you started to feel the tears fall down your cheeks as you stopped yourself, a small giggle coming from your mouth

"i love you eddie, yes of course" you said as you stretched out your hand to meet his as he slipped the ring onto your ring finger. it fit a little too perfectly, causing your heart to flutter.

he stood up, picking you up and spinning you around as you let out a laugh squeal combination, before putting you back down on the ground, holding your face as you leaned into his hand, watching his eyes look at you with a look of admiration

"one day i'll write you my version of your song, and it'll be all for you" he said with a smile

"will it include cheesy lyrics?" you laughed and he nodded

"naturally"

fin.

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obsessedelusional · 1 year

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Oblivious

paring ✦ Bella Ramsey x fem!reader

summary ✦ Bella and you have been friends for a few years now. Didn’t take long for them to a form a crush on you. While visiting after not seeing you for a while, they decide it’s time to come clean about their feeling. Too afraid, they keep dropping hints. What happens when Bella finally finds the courage to tell you?

word count ✦ 2,000ish

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“So who’s your celebrity crush then?” Bella asks her best friend of years, intentionally after talking openly about their celebrity crush. You share a striking resemblance too, hoping maybe this information would spark something in you. Your too oblivious to connect the dots.

“Hmm…. Right now?” You pause in a attempt to shuffle through all the random celebrities you’ve found attractive.

“Probably Kristen Stewart.” Bella is surprised by you answer.

“Kristen Stewart?” They ask, slack jawed.

“Yeah I rewatched all the twilight movies last week. I used to be team Edward but now I think I’m team Bella. It’s actually absurd that we let those men get away with everything they did.” You explain, going off on a tangent about Twilight. Bella half listens, trying to understand if you said Kristen because you might be gay or because you liked twilight.

“She has a whole ass fiancé, I’m shit out of luck.” You sigh dramatically before going back to your phone. Bella forces a laugh, more confused than when they started this conversation.

“But doesn’t matter, I got my own Bella.” You tease with a wink unknowingly adding to Bella’s distress.

“Edward was a creep, a whole ass stalker. Imagine if she woke up when Edward broke in to bedroom to watch her sleep. If my boyfriend did that shit, he’d get kicked to the curb so quick.” Bella groans out loud on accident causing you to look up from your phone.

“Okay I know you don’t like him but-“ You speak quickly interrupted.

“Yeah cause he’s a dick. Way worse than Edward Cullen ever was.”

“First of all, you’ve never seen twilight. Second of all, I don’t think you’ve ever liked anyone I’ve ever dated.” You respond, your tone sassy. Bella doesn’t respond only because she cannot pretend why she’s never liked your new boyfriends. Your “love” for them never lasted long, moving onto the next one with ease. They wished desperately you’d forget about the male population as a whole.

“It’s because I like you.” Bella says, not entirely registering the words as they come out.

“I like care about you, you deserve someone better.” Nice save, Bella thinks. Internally screaming to themself you deserve them.

“Aww I like care about you,” you respond sarcasm heavy on your voice, eyes on your phone. Bella rolls her eyes in response. That’s one thing Bella loved so badly about you, you were just as sarcastic and could always banter with you. More often than not they couldn’t keep up with your attitude.

Bella was in town for a few weeks, break between their filming. She had missed you so much the l last few months, promising her self she was gonna do something about it this time. When it’s time for the two of you to part, Bella steals on you hoodies.

“Where the fuck are you going with that?” You ask mostly joking, when you notice.

“I want it,” Bella argues. Not wanting to admit that she’s been stealing from you on the low. Just taking little things, now and then. Nothing you’d ever miss but it means everything to Bella. To have a piece of you while she’s off on her job related adventures. Sometimes even using your shirt as a pillow case when they really miss you.

—

Bella had a plan to tell you how they felt the next day. Before you spring going to a party’s with you. Bella was older than you, you just graduated high school. Still caught up in the high school bullshit. Thankfully they were visiting during your summer vacation before you headed off to university.

“These are for you.” Bella barley whispers, handing you the bouquet of flowers. Your favorite ones. After you sprung the party on them, they decided they’d just do it before. Maybe it would be enough to convince you to stay in with them instead.

“Thanks bestie,” you respond. Bestie? Bella groans internally, discouraged by your friendly pet name. Chickening out on their original plans, mentally throwing out the monologue they had planned for you.

“I saw them and thought of you.” Bella admits.

Once in Bella’s car, they purposefully play Jenny by Studio Killers. Signing along passionately, hoping maybe you’d hear the lyrics and they’d resonate with you. The songs about a girl having a crush on her best friend. You just nod along, never commenting on the subject of it. Bella doesn’t show it but they irritation is growing. Wanting nothing more than to spill their feelings for you, always coming up short when it’s time to do so.

—

“Do we really have to go?” Bella whines only to stop when you grab their hand and pull them closer to the door. Once at the door, you face Bella your back to the door.

“It’s just a little kickback, maybe 20 people tops. You’ll be okay! I’ll be by your side the whole time. I promise.” You reassure Bella and they let out a defeated sigh. A small laugh leaves your mouth bringing a smile to Bellas. The door swings open, some dude from your school attempting to leave. He pushes past the two of you, not saying a single word.

“Rude.” You mutter under you breath, leading Bella inside. Finding some of your friends, introducing them to Bella. Bella’s wondering what the fuck she’s doing here? Oh yeah because you asked and that’s all it took. They couldn’t say no especially when you start pouting, eyes staring directly into Bella’s.

“Sorry I really thought it’d be smaller.” You apologize to Bella some time later, the two of you sat in a group of friends and strangers. Bella doesn’t drink so you don’t either, watching everyone get drunk without the two of you.

“We should do something. Play a game.” Someone suggests, everyone agrees.

“We should play spin the bottle.” Some suggests, most people agree. You look over to Bella who’s shaking their head no.

“I think I’ll sit this one out.” Bella says, standing up going to sit out of the group. Still close enough to be part of the conversation but not in the immediate circle.

“You playing?” Some drunk dude asks you. You look over to Bella who just gives you a smile.

“I guess so.” You say, thinking it’ll be a funny story to tell someday.

“Fuck yeah,” he responds. You sit and wait as one of your friends finds a bottle lays in the center of the group all while explains the rules. A player spins the bottle, and must kiss the person to whom the bottle points when it stops spinning. You watch as people take turns, watching as people kiss. Most kisses only last a few seconds. It’s almost your turn, the girl before you spins the bottle. Landing on the boy next to you, she giggles before reaching over you to kiss him. Their kiss is more aggressive than the others, lasting much longer. People cheering them on as they continue.

“I don’t think I’m gonna live up to that performance.” You joke, as they pull away from each other. Nervously you spin the bottle, following it with your eyes as it spins in a circle. It lands on a girl, you barley know. Before you can say anything people are chanting for y’all to just do it.

“I mean if she’s down I’m down.” The girl shrugs her shoulders, looking at you for a response.

“Sure?” you say and for whatever reason it comes out as a question. She starts crawling towards you, when she’s only a few inches away from your face a voice interrupts the moment.

“What about your boyfriend?” It’s Bella speaking. She didn’t care about your boyfriend, using that as an excuse to make you not want to participate in this game anymore.

“What about him? Like you said he’s a dick.” You respond, looking back at the girl sat in front of you waiting for a kiss. Cheering resumes as you two get closer.

“Absolutely not.” Bella speaks over the loud noises, pulling you from the floor with a strength you didn’t know existed. Dragging you through the crowd, straight out the front door. Sounds of booing is all you can hear as you leave.

“What the fuck was that?” You ask, once Bella lets go of you hand. Bella paces back and forth, it’s obvious they want to say something but can’t get it out.

“You’re my best friend. I couldn’t let you do that.” Bella speaks, pacing coming to a stop to face you.

“Actually I don’t want to be your friend anymore.” Bella says, breaking your heart.

“All because I was going to kiss that girl?” You ask, arms crossed over your chest.

“Oh my fucking god. Do you listen like ever? How much more obvious do I have to be?” They ask, louder than before.

“What-“ Your cut off by Bella’s hands cupping your face in swift motion affectionately placing their lips on yours, you move your lips with theirs. Letting your arms fall to your sides. You’re the one to pull away, overwhelmed by all the feelings that came out in that moment.

“I understand if you’re mad at me. But I would of rather died than watch you have your first kiss with a woman not be me.” Bella says before you can fully process what just happened.

“I ruined our friendship.” They say, attempting to read your reaction but your speechless unable to comprehend.

“No you didn’t,” you respond.

“I want to ruin our friendship. I like you.” Bella speaks.

“I like you too.”

“No I like like like you.” Bella says, emphasizing on the last two likes.

“Do you listen like ever?” You ask, mocking their tone when they said that you moments ago.

“I like you.” You say again, emphasis on like. Bella’s eyes narrow on you, looking you in your eyes.

“So if I kissed you again? You wouldn’t stop?” They smirk.

“I don’t know, try me.” You tease, chewing on your lip. They do exactly that, pulling you into their embrace before kissing you for the second time.

—

After a heavy make out session, in the front lawn of that party you guys head back to Bella’s car. This time they open your door, something Bella has never done before. Stealing a kiss in the process then making their way to the drivers side. Once in there’s a silence between you two, sinking in what just happened. They make the drive home, no words are exchanged. Half way there, their hand rests on your thigh giving it a squeeze before going back to driving. You don’t even realize until it’s too late to turn back but Bella’s pulling into their apartment. This was not the original plan but plans change. Parking in their normal parking space.

“How long have you had feelings?” You ask as soon as the car shuts off.

“Oof,” they think out loud.

“Since forever basically.” They admit.

“Same.” You admit causing Bella’s jaw to drop.

“There’s absolutely no way that is possible.” Bella says, not believing you in the slightest.

“We met right before your career really started to take off. I didn’t think it was right to throw that on you while you were out there living your best life.” You explain.

“My best life would of been you by my side, I can’t believe we wasted so many years.” Bella sighs, frustrated.

“We’ll I guess we’re just gonna have to make up for lost time,” You smile, intertwining your fingers with theirs. Playing with the rings they always wore, something you loved about them.

“We better get started, only have two weeks and six days to make up for three years.” Bella grins before instructing you to get out of the car. You do so and Bella meets you outside of the passenger door. Pushing you softly into the side of the car, kissing you in the process. Hands waisting no time explore your body, taking you by surprise. You had never imagined Bella being so forward.

“Where’s this boldness coming from?” You ask when you pull away to breath.

“I wasn’t kidding when I said, we need to make up for all those lost years.” They grin, leading you towards their front door. Your excitement grows as they lead you toward their bedroom, ready to let Bella do whatever they want.

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wynnyfryd · 1 year

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from is this your card? pt 2

“Just invite him to play cards with you,” Robin suggests around a massive bite of pizza.

“Shit, Birdy,” he whistles, looking over at her with some mix of awe and alarm. Girl’s gonna choke herself someday. “Thought I was the gremlin in this friendship.”

“Wha’?” She tries to protest; there’s sauce all over her chin.

“Unhinge your jaw like a snake next time, save yourself the trouble.”

She bounces on the lumpy couch cushion, overcome with that specific excitement she gets right before she word-vomits useless trivia. “Did you know a python can open its mouth up to a hundred and eighty degrees?”

Eddie stares at her blankly.

Robin squirms.

“…What about a king cobra?”

“One-thirty-five,” she answers without missing a beat and reaches for a second slice, dropping the uneaten crust back in the box. “And, anyway, I take it back. You’re not allowed to invite Steve over or hang out with him without me because the two of you are going to be a total nightmare for me if you ever manage to get it together and start going out.”

Eddie arranges her abandoned crust beneath two pieces of pepperoni on his paper plate to make a frowny face. “But Robi-i-inn,” he whines, pitching his voice all high and stupid.

“Please tell Mr. Pepperoni that his pouting game needs work and that I am not swayed.”

“Rude.” He discards his plate and flops back on the couch with a put-out groan. Slings an arm over his eyes just to be dramatic. “This would be so much easier if he weren’t so intimidatingly hot. Why does he have to be so hot?”

Robin sucks a lump of cheese off her thumb. “I don’t know. Is he hot?”

“Dude.” Eddie sits back up, eyeing her with a blank stare and considering tossing her ass out of his living room. Is Steve Harrington hot? IS STEVE HARRINGTON HOT? Jesus Christ.

“What? He’s hairy, okay? Point your creepy laser vision somewhere else!”

“Excuse you! My eyes are not creepy! I have it on good authority that they’re pretty.”

“They’re piercing.”

“Whatever. You just can’t appreciate my beauty, Buckley. Or Steve’s, apparently.”

“You think I’m beautiful?”

Robin and Eddie whip around, matching deer-in-headlights expressions at the sound of another voice in the room, and there’s Steve, suddenly, leaning against the door frame (Eddie has no idea how; dude’s a ninja or some shit), looking bashful but quietly pleased with his arms folded across his chest. Eddie desperately wants to bite the ring of freckles blooming on his tanned forearm.

He looks at Robin, and they both turn back to Steve and oh so elegantly bleat out: “Uhhhh…”

Smooth. Good save, Munson, real nice.

Robin pulls it together first, smiles wide and says, “Hi, Steve. Eddie was just being a homophobe as usual.”

“Dude! You have got to stop fucking accusing me of that shit, I’m literally gay!”

“Gay men are not immune to lesbophobia, Edward. It’s honestly a little concerning that you don’t know that.”

“Oh, holy shit, why do I hang out with you?”

Robin licks her teeth in smug delight and kicks at his thigh. “Because you cherish our time together.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“You think I’m an undeniable joy.”

“Steve. Steve, please get her out of my house.”

Eddie puts his head in his hands, but Robin’s picking up steam now, hopping up onto the couch cushion and brandishing a pizza crust like a torch, hoisting it high into the air, exclaiming, “Nay! A light, even! A shining beacon in your sad, dark little life!”

“Steve, I am begging you, man.”

Steve’s a real one because he doesn’t say a word, just crosses the room and chucks Robin over his shoulder like a sack of flour and carries her flailing out onto the front porch.

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Childhood best friends!Corazon/Reader/Doflamingo

Modern AU

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A/N: ahhh i am so happy to be apart of this collab! i hope this fluffy story is a treat for halloween that you’ll absolutely love! and go check out all the other amazing blurbs written by my friends!

Words: 1.0k

No warnings, just some cute fluff 😌

Doflamingo leaned over the counter, face to the mirror as he fixed the eyeliner adorning his lids. He smudged it a little to give it a natural, smoky look and leaned back to take a good gander. He double checked the powder white paint covering his face and neck, making sure it was correctly blended. Even though you and his brother had practically begged on hands and knees to join them in the costume contest, he had “begrudgingly” accepted, rolling his eyes playfully as you two did your victory dance.

Now here he was, throwing on a purple and white baseball outfit dressed as a vampire. Oh, the things he did for the people he loved.

Walking out of the bathroom, he listened for the rustling of clothing or the sound of your voice, being led into your room to find his brother trying his best to fix a long, brown wig onto his head. He greeted him in the mirror, commenting on how he looked just like the dramatic Edward Cullen, earning a mocking chuckle from the taller man.

“Aren’t our characters like, enemies?” Corazon asked through the mirror, finally getting the hairline of the wig lined up just right with his own. He then grabbed the werewolf ears from the halloween store bag, fixing them on his head in the wig. He laughed when he saw how pale his brother was with the makeup. “Oh my God, you look like a mochi ball.”

Doffy just brandished a certain finger at him before approaching him and fixing some hair on the back of the cheap wig. Sure, he had just compared him to a soft, squishy ball of dough with flour all over the outside, but Doffy still wanted to make sure he, his brother, and their best friend looked the best they could. “Yeah, yeah. At least (y/n) also has to wear this pale ass makeup too.” He grumbled the words, but Corazon caught them and chuckled.

“I’m sure they’re going to enjoy the effort.” Cora turned back to the mirror for the finishing touches, standing from his chair and to his brother. “They really needed this.”

And it was true; your life had been filled with more downs than ups lately, and while the boys were there for you night and day, it still hadn’t filled the empty feeling in your chest thinking about the future.

But right now, it was your favorite holiday. You and your two best friends were going to a costume party, and all three of you were going to look just like the characters from Twilight, your favorite comfort movie. You had forced the older of the two brothers to join their movie marathon, and in the end, though he found it a bit cringy and corny – he enjoyed it for the sole purpose that you had shown such interest in making sure he caught every little detail of each movie. It made his cold heart warm a few degrees seeing someone he loved so much happy during a season of sadness.

When you emerged from the closet, a huge smile painted your face. Doffy’s powder-white face mixed with Cora’s cheap wig and dog ears made you double over laughing, your hands on your knees. Though, you were only laughing because you knew you looked just as ridiculous as them; dark circles painted under your eyes, your own face pale with white makeup, wearing an oversized baseball shirt and hat. “Oh my god, we look just like them!”

“You’re a liar and we all know it,” Doffy muttered, hiding the smile plastered on his face. You only headed over to where the two men were standing to engulf them in a tight hug, leaning into them when they wrapped an arm around your shoulders. Corazon laughed at his brother’s words.

“Oh c’mon, they’re right! Don’t I look like Jacob?” The lanky man turned his head only to dramatically swing it back towards you and his brother, giving his best smoulder and exclaiming, “Bella! Where the hell have you been, loca?”

Again, your stomach was hurting from laughing, leaning against Doffy as Cora approached you again. “C’mon, you gotta admit that was spot on.”

You looked up to Doflamingo now, running your fingers through your hair with a frustrated expression, doing your best to sound like Kristen Stewart as you grumbled, “I-I don’t know- Edward-I-“

Now it was Cora’s turn to guffaw, putting a hand on his forehead before exclaiming, “That was amazing!” Doflamingo tried his best to steel his expression, but you both saw the corner of his lips turn upwards ever so slightly.

“I guess it was good.”

You and Cora giggled and tried to convince Doffy to do an Edward impression but got no luck. He only shook his head and smirked, offering to carry the treats you guys made the previous day. Heading into the kitchen, the boys put an arm around you, kissing each of your temples. As if speaking for the both of them, Cora sighed,

“We’re lucky to have such a great best friend like you. You are so important to us.”

After the shit few weeks you had, the words brought tears to your eyes. Not willing to ruin your makeup though, you only sniffed a bit, holding the tears at bay. Doffy was busying himself with the ghost-shaped rice krispies and vampire blood punch, bad with feelings and trying to show that he cared in his own way. You had learned over the years that while Cora was skilled in verbal appreciation, Doffy was a giving person who opted to help physically rather than emotionally.

You gave each of them a peck on the cheek for their love, grabbing the dish of jack-o-lantern cookies and following them to the car. With a group hug, you squeezed them tight before getting in the car. Of course you were going to give them a pep talk.

“No matter what, whether we win or not,” you started, staring daringly into the men’s eyes, “we’re going to have fun with our costumes, show everyone our cute little treats, and most importantly- enjoy our favorite holiday!”

With a nod and a kiss on the cheek from both men, you got in the car, heading to the party while listening to The Nightmare Before Christmas songs and- of course- Spooky Scary Skeletons. While you and Corazon sang along, dancing and giggling, Doffy sat in the driver seat, trying to fight the beaming smile that threatened to take over his features.

#corazon x reader #doflamingo x reader #corazon x reader x doflamingo #buggy's spooktacular special #one piece #mi corazon #doffy #donquixote rosinante #donquixote doflamingo #fanfic #liv writes

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zapreportsblog · 8 months

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Felix Volturi x Tall Cheetah shapeshifter Reader

This is after the battle to see if Renesmee is an immortal child or not.

The Volturi kings send Felix, Demetri and the twins to do a check up on The Cullens. Felix meets his mate during this checkup. She is really tall like 6 ft 2, has several tattoos and He was not expecting that. She has long black hair and tan skin. She also has martial arts and does boxing. She also plays piano and can sing. He does not find out she can shapeshift until they go back to the castle where Caius- his dramatic ass thinks the reader is wolf shapeshifter because she does smell human. He insults her but she just laughs not affected and shapeshift into a cheetah, walks over to him and demands head scratches.

I feel like Felix sometimes is insecure because of his height because he towers over everyone. He needs some love.

Feel free to change anything.

Good morning 🌞 let’s get this show on the road

❝unexpected bond❞

✭ pairing : felix volturi x reader

✭ fandom : twilight x reader

✭ summary : (y/n) is the mate of felix and he finds this out by paying the cullens a visit

✭ authors note : I got bacon cooking

✭ twilight masterlist

The aftermath of the tense standoff with the Volturi left the Cullen family both relieved and apprehensive. The fate of their half-mortal, half-vampire daughter, Renesmee, had hung in the balance. Aro's cold, calculating eyes had searched for signs of an immortal child, while Edward and Bella stood on edge, defending their unique family.

Weeks had passed since that encounter, and the Cullens had settled back into their tranquil existence in the lush forests of Forks. The peace, however, was punctuated by the unexpected arrival of four Volturi guards: Felix, Demetri, and the formidable twins, Alec and Jane.

Esme greeted them with a cautious smile, an attempt at diplomacy to mask the tension that always lingered when the Volturi were concerned. Carlisle, as always, maintained an air of calm professionalism, ready to cooperate in whatever manner necessary. The Cullen clan, a united front, gathered in the spacious living room to face the impending scrutiny.

Alec's sharp gaze swept over the room, his gift already on display, a quiet but potent reminder of the danger he posed. Jane's small frame stood beside him, her lips curled in a faint, knowing smile, her power too well-known to the Cullens to be underestimated.

Demetri, always the mediator, offered a polite nod to the Cullens before his eyes landed on Renesmee, who peered curiously from behind Bella. It was Felix, however, who stepped forward with a mixture of wariness and intrigue.

Standing at an imposing 6 feet 2 inches, Felix's presence was undeniable. His chiseled features and deep-set eyes gave him a rugged charm that belied his lethal nature. His gaze, however, was momentarily diverted from the task at hand when it fell upon you.

You were a surprise, a friend of the Cullens visiting during this critical juncture. Your tall, statuesque form stood out even in the supernatural crowd. Your arms bore an intricate tapestry of tattoos, each telling a story only you could decipher. Felix, who had expected a mere mortal, was taken aback by the intensity of your aura.

You caught his gaze, your own eyes holding a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Meeting the guards of the Volturi was nothing short of unsettling, but it seemed that fate had other plans. As Felix's eyes locked onto yours, something shifted within him. A connection sparked, a pull that neither of you could ignore.

"Ah, the Cullens are never ones to disappoint with their company," Aro's voice cut through the silence, bringing Felix's attention back to the situation at hand. The Volturi king's gaze shifted from you to the rest of the family, his interest piqued by the unexpected dynamics that seemed to be unfolding.

As the examination continued, Felix's thoughts wandered back to you. There was an unspoken understanding, a recognition of something profound. Despite the circumstances, he found himself drawn to you in a way he hadn't anticipated. And in the heart of a tense moment, amidst immortal beings and fragile alliances, a bond was forming that would forever alter the course of both your lives.

Days turned into weeks, and the connection between Felix and you deepened in the most unexpected of ways. While the Volturi guards remained stationed in the area, Felix found himself drawn to your presence like a moth to a flame. From his vantage point, he observed you with a mix of fascination and intrigue.

He learned that you possessed an aura of strength that transcended your physical appearance. The Cullens had mentioned that you were proficient in martial arts, a detail that intrigued Felix immensely. He often watched from a distance as you practiced your forms, your movements precise and controlled. The way you carried yourself spoke of discipline and determination, qualities he couldn't help but admire.

On weekends, he noted, you would disappear for a few hours, only to return with a subtle glow of satisfaction. A conversation overheard revealed that you indulged in boxing lessons, a fact that amused Felix. The contrast between your ethereal appearance and your fierce pursuits was nothing short of captivating.

But it was during a quiet evening at the Cullens' home that Felix discovered yet another layer of your complexity. Unnoticed by everyone, he observed you seated at the grand piano in the living room. As your fingers danced across the keys, a melody emerged, one that resonated deep within him. The haunting notes held a mixture of sadness and longing, a reflection of the immortal existence he had come to accept.

But it wasn't just your instrumental prowess that held Felix's attention. To his surprise, you began to sing, your voice a clear and melodious accompaniment to the piano's melancholic tune. The combination was nothing short of enchanting, and for a moment, the world outside seemed to fade away.

As you sang, Felix's thoughts were drawn back to the bond that had formed between you. He recognized that there was more to you than met the eye, a complexity that mirrored his own existence. The pull he felt was inexplicable, a connection that defied reason. It was a bond that transcended words and logic, one that left him both bewildered and oddly comforted.

In the days that followed, Felix found himself drawn to your presence even more. He would steal moments to watch you, to absorb the essence of who you were. He marveled at the way you navigated your interactions with the Cullens, your genuine friendship evident in the way you interacted with them.

Despite his guarded nature, Felix felt a growing desire to know you better. He longed to understand the intricacies of your mind, the stories behind your tattoos, and the experiences that had shaped you into the person you were. It was a longing that both excited and terrified him, a vulnerability he had never anticipated feeling.

And so, as the days turned into nights, Felix found himself walking a delicate path, teetering on the edge of a newfound connection that had the power to change his eternal existence in ways he could never have foreseen.

The passage of time had done little to quell the ever-present tension between the Cullens and the Volturi. The familiar chill ran down their spines as the Volturi kings, Aro, Caius, and Marcus, along with their guards, descended upon the Cullens' tranquil abode once more.

As the Volturi leaders entered the Cullens' living room, their piercing eyes took in every detail. Aro's keen interest scanned the faces before him, Marcus's distant gaze seemed to penetrate the very souls of those present, and Caius's disdainful sneer barely concealed his contempt.

Caius, always the most outspoken and critical of the three kings, couldn't help but fixate on you as he surveyed the room. There was something different about your scent, something that didn't quite align with the familiar fragrance of humans. His lip curled in a silent snarl as his suspicions grew.

"Ah, the Cullens have expanded their company since our last visit," Caius drawled, his voice dripping with disdain. "A wolf shapeshifter, perhaps? It seems our hosts have chosen rather exotic companions."

The room fell silent, the tension palpable as his words hung in the air. However, instead of appearing offended or intimidated, you let out a musical laugh, the sound ringing with genuine amusement.

"Oh, mister, how your imagination runs wild," you replied, your tone light and teasing. "I'm not a wolf shapeshifter. But I do have a little secret."

As you spoke, you felt a thrill of excitement ripple through you. The moment had come to reveal a side of yourself that had remained hidden until now. With a subtle shift, your form shimmered, and before the astonished eyes of the Volturi, you transformed into a sleek and powerful cheetah.

The room erupted in shocked gasps and murmurs as the cheetah prowled forward, your eyes holding a mixture of confidence and challenge. In an audacious move, you approached Caius, who seemed momentarily taken aback by the transformation.

"Seems you've made a miscalculation, dear Caius," you purred, your voice taking on an unexpected and exotic resonance. "I'm no ordinary companion. And I demand some respect... and head scratches."

With a surprising mix of amusement and disbelief, Caius hesitantly extended his hand to scratch the cheetah's head. The gesture seemed almost absurd given the circumstances, yet there was an undeniable camaraderie between you and the normally rigid Volturi king.

The room was filled with a strange mixture of tension and astonishment, with even the usually composed Felix appearing surprised by your transformation. His eyes held a mixture of wonder and understanding, as if he were finally realizing the depth of your uniqueness.

As the encounter unfolded, it became clear that you were a force to be reckoned with, a blend of strength and enigma that defied expectations. And in that moment, a silent understanding passed between you and Felix—a recognition of the bond that went beyond the boundaries of the supernatural world they inhabited.

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rainylana · 2 years

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drunkenness<3

It wasn’t just you that he was pissing off. It was everybody. And maybe that was a bit extreme, because you weren’t angry, but very, very annoyed. Eddie was pretty good at tolerating his liquor intake. It took a lot to really get him bouncing off the walls. But tonight, he passed that limit and was bouncing off the walls.

Steve had invited almost all of Hawkins to his house for a party, and you’d been then for nearly four hours. And what did Eddie do for that four hours? Drink. Drink. And drink. He was all over you. Like legitimately, all over you. Every conversation you tried to have he’d interrupt and babble some nonsense that couldn’t be understood. He wouldn’t let go of your hand, and his lips wouldn’t leave your neck! You loved that boy, but damn, you could only take so much. It felt like you were babysitting him.

“Oh, christ, where is he now?” You cursed, throwing down your cup as you lost sight of your boyfriend. “Nance!” You all but snapped. “Where the hell did he go?”

Nancy, who was just a little tipsy, threw up her arms. “No idea! Check the chandelier again!”

You turned around and waltzed into the living room, shoving people out of the way. You were rude when you were drunk. “Edward Munson!” You shouted over the crowd. You looked up to the chandelier that hung from the ceiling. No Eddie. He’d spent almost thirty minutes hanging from it upside down and saying that he wished he’d been born a monkey. Steve had eventually grabbed his shoe and yanked him down, knowing his parents would freak if their thousand dollar chandelier had been broken by Eddie Munson.

You looked over everyone to see if Eddie had been hanging off their sides, spilling their drinks in dramatics as he overly shared how much he loved you.

“You know my girlfriend, right? Isn’t she beautiful? She’s so…like she’s just so pretty!”

“She’s got the cutest smile and her- white! Her teeth are soooo white and shiny!”

“I wan’ er’ to have my babies!”

“Eddie, shut up!”

“Heyyyyyy, you look like y/n! That’s my girlfriend!”

“Yeah, I am, y/n, Eddie.”

Once you’d pry him away from telling everyone how crazy he was about you, you’d regret it because he’d be on your tail all night. His hands were in your hair and he’d smack your ass in front of everyone, cackling like a moron at your pissed off expression. He’d even try to stick his head in between your boobs. What had drove you to the breaking point was when he followed you to the bathroom and sat on the floor while you peed. You’d gotten so fed up you snapped and told him to fuck off. That was the last you’d seen of him. You felt guilty now, so you tried to hunt him down to apologize.

Eventually, you found him doubled over outside, throwing up in Mrs. Harrington’s rose bushes. You cringed at the sound of his violent heaved, and you rushed over to him and gathered his hair in your hands. “Shit, y-you okay?” You slurred, drunk yourself.

He groaned loudly and relaxed into your side, looking up to you with red eyes. “Sorry, I’m a l- a shithead.”

You chuckled lightly and patted his back, helping him up. “You’re not a shithead. You just can’t hold your liquor, baby.”

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #stranger things season four #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson blurb #eddie thoughts #female reader #eddie x fem!reader

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urproblematicfav-arsonk · 2 years

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I think a lot of people overlook that Izzy's actually a fairly meh okay person when he doesn't feel threatened. He's calm and open about his feelings with Jackie to a sort of embarrassing point lol. He's surprisingly chill during the initial Stede interaction and MOST importantly in my opinion, he's openly soft with Edward. I see a lot of fanfic that characterizes Iz has having this hyper masculine image of Blackbeard in his head and when Ed fails to meet that standard he's violent and cruel. And that's true in the last episode when Izzy is at the end of his fucking rope and is making the worse possible choices out of desperation but before that,,, its really not that bad??

There's clearly a disconnect between the two of them that's bothering Ed("you have no imagination" ect) but Izzy still shows a lot of softness towards Ed. Its mostly in his body language and exasperated housewife voice but Izzy is showing that he's okay with Ed being soft and being soft to Ed back but only in private. And this isn't to say Iz doesn't absolutely have his own toxic masculinity issues but I think these issues come more from fear then Izzy genuinely thinking being nice and having friends is bad. Something also important to remember is that Izzy knows what is probably Ed's most emasculating secret: the fact that he doesn't fucking kill people. Its not overly clear if Izzy knows the why of it but either way he respects it and actively protects Ed and takes on the burden for him because he knows that it on some level will hurt him to try to push him into it. When Iz betrays Ed he keeps saying "its humane" "its fast and clean and over" like he's trying to ease Ed's conscience and make it emotionally easier.

Izzy also isn't initially bothered by Ed playing dress up until he realizes Stede is also there. So Izzy is mostly okay with Ed wearing stupid fancy boy clothes and being a dramatic weirdo across the boat because Edward is erratic and probably has already done this before. And even though its a delete scene and I will forever hate David for this, Iz did help Ed get dressed up for the party.

I think Iz' behavior is just normal ass romcom other woman jealousy and having deeply internalized trauma and fear towards being seen as less masculine by society. Maybe I'm just having too much empathy for everything all the time again but Izzy's problem is so clearly that he knows if he's vulnerable and soft then he'll get fucking destroyed by the cishet toxic world we all live in. He's posturing all of the fucking time as a form of self defense and he tries to force Ed to use Blackbeard in the same way because he wants Ed to be safe and hidden from the people who absolutely are out there and want to hurt them. Trauma tends to fuck with you're perception of reality so we as a audience watch and go "But Fang and Ivan are cool!! They wouldn't bully Izzy for being soft" (despite the fact that the do in fact bully him in canon) but for Izzy, he's just in panic survival mode all of the time and can't easily relax and just casually trust a bunch of strangers in the way Stede (and by extension Ed) can

My point is Izzy deserves love and the space for growth just like Ed did and if you think otherwise then ur ugly and I don't like u.

also if Izzy doesn't get a redemption arc I will fully end up hating this show and i really deeply mean that im not fucking being hyperbolic lol

#its izzy apologist hours again #back at with the izzy posting #no idea why a 50 year old gay pirate with codependency issues has taken up so much of my brain space for like 4 months straight #probably the autisim tbh #ofmd #our flag means death #izzy hands #izzy hands apologist #long post #character analysis

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capricornrisingsstuff · 11 months

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I’m like a lawyer with the way I’m always trying to get you off

lawyer!eddie x fem reader

Thank you once again to @oneforthemunny for sparking this lil idea of mine.

If I get enough inspiration I may build up on this in separate drabbles lol

Contains: MNDI, adult language, fluff, kissing, dom/sub dynamics, Eddie being a legal version of his mafia!eddie persona, there’s also beef with Jason Carver. Younger!reader and older!eddie, use of pet names. Mentions of parental death. Fem reader. Reader is 25, Eddie is 40.

Prompt: Eddie is the most cutthroat lawyer in town, you are the court stenographer. Eddie is in the process of getting Jason Carver thrown into prison for embezzlement but…Jason is your uncle (yikes). Will family loyalty overthrow your adoration for Eddie’s flair for the dramatic (and his baby cow eyes)?

Hawkins Indiana County Court

As your heels, fresh from the summer Starcourt annual sale, click-clacked along the marble floor of the courtroom, you let out a huff of frustration. Your files and binders heavy in your arms, an amount of spare paper only authors could dream of, being dragged by your side in your carry case, you were desperate to impress. You didn’t forego nice manicures or acrylic nails for nothing; not to mention the gruelling unpaid internships in legal firms across Hawkins and the insufferable “legal eagles” who looked at you like you were the freshest piece of meat dropped into the enclosure. You were here to make an impression, you were here to win and you were here to be the best court stenographer Hawkins Indiana County Court had ever witnessed.

One small problem stood in your way of conquering today-scratch that, make it one small problem and one rather big problem; your uncle was up in court today for embezzlement and you were the only stenographer without a case today, therefore you were assigned it. The big problem, came in the form of a messy bun, big brown eyes and a dazzling grin…that of Edward “Eddie” Munson. “Don’t even think about him, don’t even think about him, don’t even think abou-“ your internal mantra was broken by a wall of Armani fine tailoring, Versace cologne and an Italian leather briefcase, making you stagger to the side on your heels. “Whoa there Bambi, can’t go down on the ice while you’re not even ahead yet can you?”. You glanced down at the hand gripping your arm-fine silver rings with intricate details on every finger.

“I can assure you Mr Munson, I’m f-fine”, you stuttered as you pulled yourself up and gained composure. “Well well well, the youngest of the Carver bloodline…are you preparing to watch your uncle make like the Romans and fail miserably in the ring of justice?” he mused, while he checked his Rolex watch. “Speaking of darlin’ ten minutes and the show starts. You go ahead of me so we aren’t seen walking in together” (and so I can watch that peachy ass of yours sway in that illegally tight pencil skirt he thought), as you made your way to your position in the courtroom.

As the witnesses, the jury and the judges piled in, you tried to suppress your emotions as your uncle was brought into the courtroom in handcuffs. Jason Carver had always been good to you and your mother, particularly when your dad passed away. He single handedly solved your mortgage problems, there was a new car on the drive and your bank account was healthy enough for you to take on your internships. Everything was above board…apart from the government and industry documents found in his safe when his home was raided on the embezzlement suspicion. And now all you can do is sit and watch (or rather type) as his reputation went down the drain in one fell swoop of the theatrics of the prosecution-Eddie. Eddie Munson, Jason’s high school tormentee. How this must taste so sweet to him, you thought as you settled behind your keyboard.

You don’t even know how you made it through the trial being able to see through the line of tears that threatened to spill onto your keyboard. Years of pent up aggression, hate and disdain all came out in Eddie’s defence. He didn’t leave Jason the lickings of a dog; it was as if he was moderating one of those dungeon games he was famous for back in high school. He was even making the jury wince at the cutthroat facts he was spitting about the case. Unfortunately, you found yourself typing the words *jason carver* *I sentence you to* *15 years in prison with right to parole*. You allowed yourself one last look at your uncle as he was lead back to his cell; your eyes meeting with the theatrical professional that is Eddie, standing behind him. In a last ditch attempt to retain your composure, you haphazardly gathered up your things.

As you glanced up, Eddie was gone. Your shoulders slumped with relief as you made your way out of the courtroom, you were the only one left in the room so decided to be leisurely about your pace, rather than hastily like earlier. Rounding the corner to the executive legal offices where your reports are filed and sent off for printing, the door marked “E.Munson Esq.” in gold lettering swung open. You didn’t even get a chance to breathe with the speed at which you were dragged into the room. “M-Mr M-Munson wha-“ you stammered as you heard the brass lock of the door click shut and your knees met the edge of the leather bound desk. “M-M-Mr Munson”, Eddie mocked, mirroring the pout that was on your face as he caged you in to the side or his desk with his arms either side of you. “Darlin’”, he drawled, as the palm of his hand ran it’s way up your skirt and along your thighs, “I just wanted to apologise. For putting Bambi’s uncle away for a really long time”, he whispered, as he leaned into you more, causing you to part your legs instinctively to make room for him.

“Are you scared honey? Are you sad that your uncle has gone away and left you? You’ll have to earn your own money now sweetheart won’t you?” He cooed as his fingers trailed their way along the crook of your neck. “I-I make my own money tha-thank you very much”, you tried to sound confident but the touch of his fingers only brought out a whine from you. “Hmmm well in my courtroom Bambi, the judge disagrees with that evidence…if you want to get off for free, with riches and privileges, I can be the one to set you that retainer”, he muttered as his lips softly met your neck. “In the eyes of my law Bambi, you’re mine. And you’re in for a very very long stint of being in handcuffs and wet panties”.

#eddie munson one shot #eddie munson #eddie x fem!reader #eddie fanfic #eddie x reader #lawyer!eddie #oneforthemunny

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murdockparker · 2 years

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Good Vibrations

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie never backs down from a dare, even if he had to drive out to the middle-of-fucking-nowhere to a sex shop to prove it.

Word Count: 3k

Rating: 18+ for mature themes (no actual smut)

Warnings: mentions of sex, swearing, adult themes, reader works at a sex shop, Eddie and reader are over 18

A/N: first time writing for Eddie! well, first time posting what I’ve written for Eddie... may or may not have more in my drafts lol (also bad title but fucking sue me okay)

This was stupid.

The entire notion of this dare was completely and utterly stupid.

But, a dare was a dare and Eddie Munson wasn’t one to chicken out—not when he drove his sorry-ass thirty minutes out of his way to a building sat in the seemingly middle of nowhere. But, to the building’s credit, Hawkins itself was in the middle of nowhere to begin with—the point? Moot.

Why was this even the dare that Gareth came up with anyway? He could’ve had Eddie run a hundred laps at the school field, lick the bottom of his own sneakers—the thought alone was nauseating—hell, Eddie would’ve taken spending an entire Saturday at the library… studying. This? This was embarrassing.

After finishing the blunt he had stashed away in his glove compartment, Eddie finally found enough nerve to pull his ass out of his truck and move to the building next to the small lot he parked in. The neon sign hanging in the front door flickered and nearly fizzled—it had to be as old as the building it hung in—it wasn’t looking like a great sign for him to continue on, but, like a soldier going into battle, he ventured on and into the store. His first impression? It was… clean. Surprisingly so, hell, even the air smelled fresher than the outdoors he just came in from. He guessed his preconceived notions about an establishment such as this one was just—

“Hello?”

Eddie couldn’t have turned his head faster.

“Oh good, you can hear me,” the girl at the register laughed lightly, “thought you were ignoring my very kind greeting.”

“I—uh—guess I was,” Eddie replied sheepishly, his hand finding a home at the back of his neck, “sorry.”

“I was trying to ask you,” she smirked, shifting her weight from one elbow over to the other, “that I needed to see some ID.”

“ID?”

“I’m afraid this shop isn’t exactly a watering hole for children and tweens—I’m sure you already knew that, though.”

“W-what?”

She blinked once. Twice. “Y’know, because…?” With that, she ended her thought with a—rather ostentatious—gesture to the sales floor in front of them, products lit up and blinking like a Christmas tree.

Eddie’s face grew warm. “Uh, yeah, right,” he fumbled up to the counter, fishing into his back pocket for his wallet, “here you go.”

The girl took his ID and scanned over it quickly—it was obvious that she had done that quite a few times—before handing it back to Eddie. “Not that I thought that you were in middle school or anything, but, y’know, store policy and all that.”

“Really? Damn, here I thought I could’ve weaseled my way into the Snow Ball this year and wreak some havoc.”

“You want to go to a middle school dance?”

“Well, no, obviously not,” he laughed shakily, “I was… sorry, it was a joke.”

“I know,” she hummed, “well, it was an attempt at a joke—didn’t really land though.”

“Ouch,” Eddie grabbed his chest dramatically, “that cut me deep.”

“If a stranger working at a sex shop cut you deep with an insult, I’d hate to know what happens when a friend does the same thing.”

“My friends are respectable people,” he stood a bit straighter, pulling on his leather jacket, “they would never defile my honor like that.”

“Uh huh,” she clicked, “sure.”

Eddie blinked. “You don’t believe me?”

“Tell me, Edward—”

“How’d you—”

“Your license,” she shrugged as if it were such a simple explanation, “though I can’t say I pegged you for an Edward, seems a bit too… basic for someone like you.”

“I go by Eddie,” he clarified.

“Eddie,” she repeated. He couldn’t say he hated how it sounded coming from her—beautiful and pink—lips. “Okay Eddie, as I was saying, those friends of yours whom you claim would never defile your honor—”

“They would not,” he nodded.

“They wouldn’t happen to be the whole reason you’re here, right?”

Eddie was at a loss for words. Was it really that obvious? Did he look truly that out of place? “You don’t think that I came here on my own volition? By my own choice?”

“Nope,” she shook her head, “I reckon you probably buy your rubbers and nudie magazines from some corner store in town, so why would you bother coming out all this way unless it were for… I don’t know, a dare of some kind?”

“Maybe the nudie mags that are offered near me weren’t my speed,” he shrugged, trying to play it off, “or I already burned through the corner store’s stock of rubbers?”

“Oh I’m sure that’s it.”

“Y’know, being sarcastic with your customers isn’t exactly a great business model.”

“Don’t really have to worry about scaring off someone who wasn’t planning on buying anything anyway.”

“I’ll have you know I was planning on buying something,” he corrected, “but your attitude is just entirely off-putting. Maybe I should take my business elsewhere?”

“Okay.”

She turned her attention back to the—completely safe for young eyes—magazine that had sat on the register beside her, effectively ignoring Eddie. He stood silent, nearly shocked at absolute gall of the beautiful stranger. “Aren’t you supposed to fight for my business?”

“Aren’t you supposed to not lie to people?” she asked, not looking up from her magazine. “Isn’t that, like, the first rule of kindergarten or something?”

“I’m not lying to you.”

“…right, and I’m the Queen of England.”

“Oh, Your Majesty,” he bowed deeply, “my sincerest of apologies.”

Her gaze flicked up for just a moment, laughter bubbling in her chest at the sight of Eddie bowing so elegantly before her. She’ll bite. “Alright, you’ve made your point,” the laugh she tried holding back escaped her, “do you need help finding anything in here?”

“Actually,” he rose his head, still bowing, “yes, I would appreciate some assistance in finding what I seek from your humble establishment, Your Majesty.”

“Humble establishment,” she mumbled, pulling herself away from the desk, “so, what’re you looking for?”

Her arms were at her hips, giving Eddie full view of the outfit she was wearing—it was relatively normal—he was expecting something more… out there. “That’s an excellent question, use it often?”

“Yeah that’s, like, my job?”

“Just tryin’ to make small talk, sweetheart,” he held his hands up in admission, “but, uh, I guess I’m not really sure exactly what I’m looking for.”

“You drove yourself out to a sex shop without knowing what you’re looking for?”

“I think I said ‘exactly’,” he narrowed his eyes, “obviously I know what I’m looking for.”

“And that would be…?”

“A… vibrator,” he mumbled, suddenly feeling very shy.

“I’m sorry, I’m gonna need you to speak up?”

“I’m looking for a vibrator,” he repeated, speaking more clearly, “you know? Something that vibrates or whatever.”

“Well that I can help you find, easy,” she smirked, waving him to follow her. She continued to walk across the small store, was hardly bigger than a classroom, a classroom filled to the brim with all sorts of fun looking things, things he didn’t know existed until that moment. “What kind of vibrator are you in the market for? You’ve got a few options.”

“Ah, I don’t think that it has to be anything fancy—”

“I’m sure your girlfriend would beg to differ,” she laughed airily, thumbing through a few options hanging on the wall.

“S’not for my girlfriend,” he rocked on his feet, heel to toe.

“Oh, in that case, you may want to get one with a flared bottom just so it doesn’t get lost up your—”

“No!” Eddie didn’t mean to shout, but the sound carried a bit farther than he expected it to. “It’s not for me either, no ma’am. I’m very comfortable in my tried and true methods, thank you very much.”

“Never hurts to try something new,” she said, gently putting back a package that she had pulled from the wall, “so if it’s not for your girlfriend and it’s not for you…?”

“Well, considering I don’t have a girlfriend—”

“No?”

“What? Are you shocked?” He felt his chest swell the tiniest bit, she seemed relieved.

“Honestly? A little bit,” she agreed, “you’ve got that whole rock-n-roll vibe and everything. Most girls are into that nowadays.”

“Is that something you’re into, sweetheart?”

“I could be persuaded, sure.”

“That’s not a no.”

“I guess it’s not,” she smiled lightly, turning her attention back to the wall of colorful machinery. She looked as if she was contemplating the options, mulling over a fine wine or critiquing a piece of art, before pulling a package from the wall. It was a small thing, hot pink and—if Eddie had to guess—was bullet shaped. “Is this something that will fit your very cryptic needs?”

“No fucking way that thing is a vibrator,” he scoffed, pulling the package from her hands, “it’s tiny.”

“Size doesn’t matter,” she laughed, “from what I’ve heard this model packs quite the punch.”

“What? Do you not fancy one of these for yourself?” It was a bold question, Eddie knew that much, but the blunt from earlier was finally kicking in—the adrenaline from entering the store probably outweighed the effects earlier—so anything was seemingly fair game. “Or,” he pulled a rather large, more phallic shaped thing from the wall, “is this more your speed?”

“I can’t say I test all the merchandise,” she nearly yawned, “but if you really want to know what I like…”

He held his breath.

“You better be taking me out first,” she winked, turning her back to the now furiously blushing metalhead. “Seriously though, if you’re not gonna share any sort of information of what you’re wanting with me I’m just going to rip down the entire wall into your arms.”

“I’d like to see you try that.”

“Don’t test me, Zeppelin.”

Eddie smiled at the nickname, his attention flicking back to the colorful wall beside them. Led Zeppelin wasn’t at the top of his favorite bands, but for some reason he had the strange urge to go and listen to any tape or record he or Uncle Wayne had of theirs—for research purposes, obviously. He reached out to pull another box off the wall, the weight surprising him. “Do people actually buy these? I mean, really?”

“Some people prefer the realistic look,” she said simply, “the realistic feel.”

“Oh,” he put the package back, “sure, yeah that… checks out.”

“You sound surprised.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“Do I look surprised?”

“You do.”

Eddie stood silent for a moment before taking a deep breath. “Fine, maybe I’m a little surprised. I guess I never imagined that when people came to buy… these, that they’d really be going for a realistic thing, you know?”

“Oh yeah,” she nodded, “there’s something for everyone these days.”

“But, I mean,” he pressed his finger to the plastic, “this is like… scary real looking.”

“Some people just really miss their partners I guess, wanting a similar feel, if I had to take a wild guess,” she laughed, “but I try not to judge people’s interests, not too critically anyway.”

“Ah.”

He tapped his fingers a few times against the packaging, his rings not offering much of a different sound on the surface. The girl nearly sashayed back up to the register whilst he was momentarily lost in thought, only turning her attention back to Eddie when she returned.

“Well?”

“Huh?”

“Aren’t you gonna buy it?”

“Oh,” he raised the package closer to his chest, reading the text on the plastic diligently, “yeah, I think this will be fine.”

“I think your buddies are gonna love that one,” the tap of her fingers against the glass of the counter rang throughout the room, “it’s terribly realistic.”

“Yeah I think they’ll be alright with—”

He stopped dead in his tracks.

Shit.

“Uh huh,” she clicked, a small smile creeping onto her lips, “I knew it.”

“Fuck,” he ran his free hand through his hair, “was it really that obvious?”

“I work at a sex shop in the middle of the fucking woods, the only people who come out here are perverts, curious ladies looking to change up their solo time or some freshly-eighteen boys on a bet or dare. It’s not hard to catch onto a pattern.”

“How often does that happen?”

“Eh, twice a week?”

“Shit, really?”

“Lots of people lose bets, apparently,” she helplessly shrugged, “either way, it’s good for business and my parents can keep the lights on this shack a bit longer.”

“I’m sorry, parents? Like, your mom and pop own this kind of shop?”

“Yeah, not exactly a quaint little downtown boutique, but it’s got charm and the cash flow is insane. Who knew perverts would blow a couple of Benjamins on this shit?”

“I—yeah, that’s actually pretty impressive,” Eddie agreed, fishing into his back pocket again for his wallet, “so… what’s the damage?”

“Ten bucks,” she said, putting the purchase into a hot pink plastic bag—thankfully with no store branding on it to Eddie’s relief.

He pointed to the back wall, “but the sign over there said—”

“Consider it a new customer discount,” she said nonchalantly, pushing the bag across the glass countertop. He hadn’t noticed it before, but the glass case she stood behind was full of higher-end, colorful, glass blown products. They weren’t all toys, he realized, he might’ve spotted a few pipes if he looked hard enough.

“Aw, a discount for little ol’ me?” Eddie handed the girl a crumpled bill.

“What can I say? I’m feeling generous.”

“You sure it’s not a handsome guy discount?”

Another bold statement from Eddie this evening, it seemed. It was worth a shot, anyway, right?

“A discount is a discount,” the girl smirked as she loaded the money into the register beside her, “could be the senior citizen discount and you’d be none the wiser.”

“Okay, that’s a little gross to think about—”

“Old people can have sex—”

“You think I’m a senior citizen?”

“Of course not,” she laughed, “you’re not much older than I am.”

“Yeah?”

“You seem to forget I read your license earlier?”

“Oh. Right,” he deflated a little bit, “is it by a lot…or…?”

“Well, I sure as hell am not a minor, if that’s what you’re asking,” she laughed again. God, he loved that laugh. “Couldn’t be working here if I was.”

“That’s good, wouldn’t want to catch a case for thinking the store clerk is cute,” Eddie smiled, leaning against the glass counter.

“Do you normally think minors are cute…?”

Eddie stumbled. “Jesus, no! Of course not! I was—it was a bad joke—”

“You seem to have a lot of those.”

“Well, pretty girls make me nervous,” he tried to play it off.

“Huh,” she clicked, clearly fighting back a grin, “alright, well, I hope your buddies get a kick outta their prize.” She pointed to the bag that now firmly sat in Eddie’s grasp.

“Yeah,” he nodded, “I’m sure they will.”

“Can I ask?”

“Ask?” He turned his head.

“Why did your friends make you come out here to buy a vibrator?” she quirked her brow. “Aren’t they sitting in your car or something and just dare you to spend like, fifteen minutes or whatever in the store?”

“That—well, funny you mention that,” Eddie nervously chuckled, “that was the original plan, but they had something come up tonight so… they insisted I buy evidence that I came in here.”

“They insisted you buy something you have no use for?”

“I’m sure I could find some use for it,” he grinned, “or maybe find someone to use it with.” He couldn’t really tell, but he could’ve sworn he saw the tips of her ears darken—her cheeks following in a similar fashion.

“I threw our business card in the bag. Y’know, just incase your buddies don’t believe you—”

“I’m sure the realistic sculpted dick vibrator is enough for them,” Eddie winked, pressing his hand up against the door to handle, “but I appreciate the excellent customer service, sweetheart.”

Without even a goodbye, Eddie practically ran out of the store and back to his van. Why did he do that? He could’ve at least asked her out—she was clearly interested in what he had to offer. He never even got her name.

“Fuck!” Eddie hit his head against the steering wheel, fists resting on both sides of his face. “You’re an idiot, Munson. Obviously can’t go back in there now, she’d think I’m a crazy pervert or something,” he hit his head again, “stupid, stupid, stupid…” It only took him exactly seven minutes to finish with his pity party he threw for himself before he dared to look in the hot pink bag in the seat next to him.

The business card.

It had to have had the shop’s phone number on it, right? He could speed home and try giving it a ring before they closed for the night. Maybe she’d answer? Laugh with him about how stupid he was—or maybe just laugh in his face at his mistake. Either way, he had to give it a shot. Eddie reached into the bag for the card, his shoulders slumping immediately when there was no phone number listed on the face of the card, just the name of the shop and the address. “What kind of store doesn’t have a fucking phone number?”

It was only when he flipped the card over he saw it.

There, on the pristine white of the backside of the card was something written in pink ink—a bit smudged—it was obviously written in a hurry. It was a phone number, a personal home phone number if Eddie had to take a wild guess.

You better call me, Zeppelin

~ (Y/N)

He pursed his lips, his face contorting into probably his biggest grin of the night. She gave him her number. “(Y/N), huh?” Eddie laughed to himself, re-reading the card as if the ink would fade away. He’d be an idiot not to call her—to ignore such a pretty face.

Maybe he’d get use out of his recent purchase after all.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson reader insert #eddie munson x you #fanfic #fluff #eddie isn't as big of a player as y'all make him out to be!!!#proof read but if you see errors no you dont

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Summary: What’s the point of having a bestfriend if they won’t act like your fake boyfriend from time to time? Except this time it’s you being asked to be Eddie’s fake wife…at a wedding.

A/N: I don’t know why this exact scenario came to my mind but here we are I also don’t know if they are in love or not yet but I hope y’all enjoy, this is based off of these posts✨

-For more fake dating content look here!

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.” You smooth out the top of your dress as Eddie looks around seeing if he recognizes anyone. “This is the stupidest thing we’ve ever done.” You mumble as you reach into Eddie’s jacket pocket so you can grab your lipstick.

“I think the time we almost caught Harrington’s pool house on fire is still the winner for stupidest thing we’ve ever done.” You roll your eyes as Eddie smirks at you while you reapply your lipstick.

“We? That was all you Munson.” You argue as you put your lipstick back in his pocket. “You’re the one who dropped the cigaret onto the stack of towels.” You explain as you look over Eddie’s shoulder and see people gathering around the doors of the reception hall.

“You’re the one who asked me for a smoke you asshole.” He states as he messes with the collar of his dress shirt, you know he’s uncomfortable so you just reach over and unbutton the top two buttons making him let out a sigh of relief as if he can magically breathe again causing you to playfully roll your eyes.

“I still can’t believe you told her we were married.” Eddie just shrugs as he runs a hand through his hair as you fiddle with the skull ring that’s on the ring finger of your left hand. “Why couldn’t you just say we were dating? Why’d you instantly go full on marriage?” You ask as Eddie reaches over and tucks some of your hair behind your ear.

“She asked how we were doing and I just kinda blacked out and said we were doing good.” He answers as his hand lands on your hip, something you’ve gotten used to over your decade of friendship with Eddie is how unaware of personal space he is so him having a hand on you at all times feels more normal than him keeping them to himself. “She got so happy when I told her we were together. Said something about how she always knew we’d end up together or some shit so next thing you know she’s inviting us to this because it’s a celebration of love and all that bullshit.” You lightly smack his hand when he tries to bring it up to his mouth to chew on his nails, one of his nervous habits.

“Celebration of love? It’s a fucking wedding Eddie. We are at Chrissy Cunningham’s fucking wedding pretending to be married. Do you hear how crazy that sounds?” You feel his hand slide from your hip to the small of your back as he moves to stand next to you as the announcement that the bride and groom have made their entrance.

“We act like we are married all the time what’s the big deal?” He asks as you shoot him a glare.

“Not in front of people we actually know.” You snap as his hand slides a little lower making you smack his chest. “Now is not the time Edward.” Eddie just chuckles as he gives your ass a light pat before he pulls you closer into his side.

“We know exactly one person in this room sweetheart and it’s the bride so I think we’ll be okay.” You let out a huff as you feel his lips press into the side of your head, you know to everyone watching this little interaction looks like a cute moment between a couple, not two bestfriends.

“Isn’t this weird for you? You’ve loved her since like middle school and we just watched her get married and now we’re about to eat horrible food and get drunk off cheap booze at her reception.” You lean into him a little as you wrap your arm around his middle. Eddie just laughs and shakes his head making some of his hair fall into his face.

“First off it was a crush don’t be so fucking dramatic so no, it’s not weird and secondly the food might not be that bad.” You just laugh as the two of you watch Chrissy maker her way through the crowd of people, slowly getting closer to the two of you.

“So how are we playing this then? Are we newly married and still grossly in love? Or have we been married for like five years and everything you do annoys me?” You ask as Eddie’s grip on your waist tightens as Chrissy smiles at the two of you as she heads straight for you.

“A mix of both? I’m annoying but you love me.�� He answers as he leans over and places a kiss to your cheek making you smile.

“I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to see the two of you together.” You just smile and look at Eddie who’s already staring at you with a small smirk on his face.

“Well you know everyone has their breaking point and I think after the tenth time he asked me out I finally just had to give in to the begging.” You feel Eddie’s fingers dig into your waist as you reach over and pat his chest making Chrissy laugh.

“But look at us now honey.” You internally cringe at the petname making Eddie smile as he looks from you to Chrissy. “Happier than ever.” Chrissy just claps her hands together and lets out a little squeal and before either of you two can react she’s throwing her arms around you both.

“I just knew you two would end up together. It’s always been so obvious how perfect you two are for each other.” She gushes as she pulls away, you toss a glance over at Eddie seeing how he’s handling the situation and you feel yourself blushing when you see he’s looking at you with a small smile on his face.

“Speaking of perfect for each other, you two make a gorgeous couple. The ceremony was just lovely.” Chrissy just smiles at your kind words as she looks over her shoulder at her husband.

“He’s so cute isn’t he?” She jokes making you chuckle as you rest your hand on Eddie’s chest giving her a nice view of your ring.

“Oh he’s the cutest.” She just laughs at Eddie’s teasing and you realize she really hasn’t changed much since high school she’s still the giggly sweet girl who used to let you cheat off her in chemistry.

“Well I’ll be sure to catch up with you two later. I’ve got to finish making the rounds.” You and Eddie just smile and nod as Chrissy heads off towards another guests.

“Begging? Really? The beginning of our love story is that I begged you for a date?” Eddie asks as you both drop your arms from around each other. You mindlessly reach over and brush some of his hair out of his face as he looks around for the bar.

“What would you have preferred I said honey?” You watch a smirk take over his face making you roll your eyes, he knows how much you hate that petname.

“I don’t know maybe that you couldn’t resist my charming wit or my devilishly handsome good looks?” You bring your hand up to cover your mouth to hide your laughter as Eddie just glares at you.

“You’ve been reading too much Nora Roberts.” Eddie playfully swats your hands away as they come up to try to pinch his cheek making you laugh. You move so you’re standing in front of him and loosely wrap your arms around his neck. “If you get us some drinks I’ll be nice and tell everyone at our table we met and fell in love in a super cute cliché type of way.” Eddie’s arms snake around your waist as you try to bargain with him.

“Love at first sight?” He asks as he raises an eyebrow at you as you roll your eyes.

“Sure I’ll tell them you fell in love with me the moment you saw me.” You tease as you play with the hair at the back of his neck.

“You’re such an asshole.” He mumbles as he leans in and places a kiss to your lips. “Oh fuck sorry I didn’t warn you. This couple was staring at us so I just figured they’d look away if we were being-“ You cut off his rambling with another kiss making him smile as you pull away.

“You talk too damn much Munson.” You bring your thumb up to his mouth and wipe off some of your lipstick making him huff. “Now go get some drinks and I’ll meet you at the table.” With that his arms fall from around your waist as he scans the room looking for the bar.

“Double vodka and water?” He asks making you just nod as he reaches into his jacket pocket for your crystal light packets and lipstick.

“If this food sucks we are getting pizza on the way home.” Eddie just chuckles as you take your things from him.

“Whatever you want Mrs. Munson.” You just huff as he leans in to place a kiss to your cheek before he turns and heads for the bar and you head to your assigned table ready to put Nicholas Sparks to shame with the level of cheesiness you’re going add to the fake story about how you and Eddie met and fell in love.

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