Eddie + ring imprints | Rockstar! Eddie putting your moans on his song | Eddie finds out about your powers |
Eddie reincarnates as a vampire(PT.1) | You love Eddie's torso | Eddie x Bratty wife reader | Giving Eddie his first kiss | Eddie x pregnant reader | Becoming Mrs. Munson | Pen Pals | Eddie reincarnates as a vampire pt.2
Eddie reincarnates as a vampire pt. 3 |
Not Ready | Eddie being dumb | Perv Husband Eddie | Eddie loves to touch youš¹ | Going into labor while Eddie's at work | Stay Awhile? | Using a shock collar on Eddie | Unhealed Wounds | Unthinkable | Eddie gets out of jail | Wicked Games | Munchies | Hot For Teacher
Hopper scares Eddie away | Miss Possessive
Record Scratch Series:
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14
Steve Harrington:
| Don't Smile pt.1 | Don't Smile pt.2 | Don't Smile pt. 3 | Don't Smile pt 4 | Don't Smile pt. 5 | Don't Smile pt. 6
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warnings: smut, sleepy sex, reader begging mhm, dom steve ofc, cursing, unprotected p in v, mentions of multiple rounds, dirty talk, probably more :) genuinely wrote this in 30 minutes cause i couldnāt sleep and wanted an excuse to use the three pics above <3
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You were restless.
There was no other way to describe it. You were so tired, you could genuinely feel the exhaustion seeped into your bones, and yet youāve had no luck actually falling asleep for the past two hours.
Youād been tossing and turning in the sheets every five second and still, there was no clear reason as to why you couldnāt.
That was a lie.
There was, in fact, a disgustingly clear reason.
You were itching for Steve Harrington.
Steve Harrington, who was laying right beside you, peacefully sleeping and snoring into the air.
You shifted onto your side again to face your boyfriend. He was lying on his back, one arm slung off his side of the bed and the other tucked beneath your neck.
He looked so peaceful. He deserved it really, you two had gone three rounds before he finally succumbed to sleep ā but you werenāt so lucky.
For some reason, it just still wasnāt enough. It was one of those nights where that ache deep in your stomach, in your core, just couldnāt be satiated.
It would be so easy. To snuggle closer, let your hands wander, whisper into his ear and ask him to just take care of you. He looked so pretty and content ā the polite thing to do would be to just deal with it and let him sleep.
But he just looked so pretty.
And you were desperate.
It didnāt matter that you were only in a loose t-shirt of his and your panties, your skin was buzzing and hot, like a million little bees stinging you and the wounds were Ā blooming along your skin. It was hard to ignore the throbbing between your legs, wordlessly begging for the one thing you craved.
You slid closer to Steve, your face pressed into the exposed crook of his neck. You breathed in the smell of him ā a mix of salt and his shampoo and the faint trace of your own perfume. It was addicting.
āSteve,ā You murmured, the tip of your nose brushing along his skin. He didnāt budge.
You pressed your body closer to his, one of your legs hitching over his waist. The faintest brush of his body rubbed against your clit. You bit your lip to suppress the moan begging to come out. You were wound so tight, the smallest amount of contact was about to push you over.
Your lips met the skin of his neck, placing small wet kisses there. āSteve,ā You tried again, your thigh tightening around his waist. He shifted then, just barely. Ā
Your voice was a desperate mess and you knew you looked just as bad. You shouldnāt be bothering the man while he sleeps but every rational part of yourself has seemed to disappear tonight.
āStevie, please.ā
Finally, he stirs. Instinctively, his hand rises from where it hangs off the bed and finds the bare skin of your thigh. He squeezes it in his palm as his eyes flutter open, squinting to adjust to the darkness.
He hums softly. āWhatās wrong, baby?ā His voice is rough from sleep and the sound shoots straight through your body, down to your core. Ā
You whine quietly, your teeth nipping into his neck. āCanāt sleep. I ā I need you sāmuch,ā
Steve shifts, his palm still firm against your thigh, and pulls you even closer to him. āAgain?ā
His tone isnāt mean, just a little teasing, even if a bit tired. You wouldāve smacked him for it if you werenāt so tense. Instead, you nodded against him, your arm sliding up his bare chest and holding onto his shoulder tight. Ā
āPlease. I canāt take it,ā
Steve mustāve heard just how close you were to literal tears. His hand leaves your thigh and raises to grip your jaw in his palm, tilting your head to look up at him.
āDonāt cry baby,ā He murmurs, his lips ghosting of yours. His breath is warm against your lips and it takes every ounce of strength not to drag him down to you. āIāll take care of you. Sāthat what you need?ā
āMhmm,ā You nod, eyes wide and body pliant for him.
āYeah,ā Steve whispers just before his lips meet yours. Itās a slow but deep kiss and his tongue doesnāt hesitate before slipping into your mouth. His tongue laps against yours, savoring the trace of himself from earlier in the night.
You moan against his mouth, your nails digging into the skin of his broad shoulders. His skin feels just as hot as your own and suddenly, you donāt feel as bad about waking him up.
He wraps one arm around your waist and holds you still as he shifts onto his side, facing you fully. His mouth doesnāt part from yours for even a second as his hand slides down, tugging his boxers past his thighs and kicks them away.
Your breathing picks up as you moan into his mouth. Your stomach is twisting with nerves and your heart beats so fast youāre sure he can hear it.
He drags his mouth away from yours, but leads it to your jaw and down to your neck. He leaves a trail of warm, open-mouthed kisses across the skin there, teeth nipping and sucking.
He pulls your panties to the side, hitches your leg over his hip, and easily lines himself up at your entrance.
Just the feeling of his thick tip pressing against your folds has you keening into him. He gently shushes you and in one smooth moment, pushes inside until heās fully seated.
A choked moan rips from your mouth, your tense body finally loosening as you get lost in the feeling of him. Steve pulls his hips back and thrusts in again, finding his deep and steady pace immediately.
The hours youād spent in agony had your cunt drenched already, and the lewd sounds of your slick coating on his cock filled the room.
Steve wraps both arms around your body and pulls you into him, his hips continuing their pace, and groans into your hair.
āFuck, you always feel sāgood for me,ā
His words go straight to your cunt and your walls flutter, squeezing around his thick length. You mirror the hold he has on your body onto his own. You hold him tight as his hips piston into you.
āHmph ā oh my god,ā You moan into his shoulder, the sound muffled.
āI know baby, I know.ā Steve grunts in agreement. āThis is all you needed, huh? Just needed to be stuffed full again,ā
You nod into his shoulder and spew a string of moans and curses. The knot in your stomach begins to form, and fast. Your thigh convulses around his waist and you both feel the way your pussy begins to spasm around him.
āYeah, I know thatās what you needed.ā He pants, his hips picking up their pace just slightly. Your pussy weeps for him, sucking him even further inside yourself.. āYouāre fuckinā soaking me, baby. This greedy cunt just crying and begging for me, huh?ā
His crass words should be enough to turn you away but it does the exact opposite. Your arms tighten around his neck, your nails digging crescent moons into his skin.
Every deep thrust he gives you hits that spongy spot inside your cunt only heās ever been able to touch. Your body shakes against his as your orgasm already begins to blanket over you.
āYesyesyesyes,ā You cry out, your voice choked and broken, and it just spurs him on even more.
He groans into your hair. āThatās it baby, just let go. Cum all over me again. Use me just like you fucking wanted to, come on baby,ā
The band in your tummy snaps. His words to Godās ears, your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave. It hits you so hard that for a few seconds, you donāt even feel like youāre on Earth anymore. Stars erupts behind your eyes, ringing sounds in your ears, and your entire body trembles around Steve.
Youāre a blubbering mess around him and Steve fucks you through it, prolonging it as long as he can, all the way until his hips stutter from his own orgasm and your cunt fills with his cum painting your walls.
He moans fill your ears, carefully bringing you back down to reality. Your body is warm and sticky against his own but finally, you feel that familiar feeling of exhaustion ready to drag you under.
Your eyes are fluttering shut, your lashes catching the skin of your cheeks, and he gently brushes your hair out of your face. You can faintly recognize the feeling of his lips peppering kisses across your skin.
āDid so good baby, so good,ā He murmurs, his thumb stroking your cheek. āGo to sleep, I got you,ā
And you do.
Wrapped in Steveās arms, and with him slowly softening inside you, you let yourself fall asleep.
Description: Reader dating an "I don't eat pussy guy", Older! Eddie hates that. (Eddie is 45, reader is 25)
2011.
You're at your wit's end. Dating in the 2000's is so exhausting. You're especially frustrated with your boyfriend Derek.
He's a 'great guy', but Derek only cares about his own pleasure during sex. For once you wish he would eat you out just once. You've heard what it's like and how it makes women feel.
You set your cup down on the bar, and take out your phone to go on Twitter. You sift through a few celebrity posts until you stumble across a picture of a piping hot older male.
His hair is brown with lightly greyed streaks. His got a soul patch and tame stache compliments his face perfectly, and you wonder how it would feel to ride it. He's toned for his age, and he's not the buffest guy in the world but you can still see the imprints of his toned muscles in the band T-shirt he's wearing in his photos.
You visit his page, and you're met with many of his other posts that you wouldn't look at in public if you weren't so sexually frustrated right now.
Your eyes widen.
Eddie Munson - Adult Film Star
With looks like his, you're not really surprised. You continue to scroll, and met with tons of other vids of him fucking women. They could be faking though, it is porn after all.
Then, you come across a video of him eating a woman out. Your eyes stay glued to the screen to take in every detail. His face is stuffed between her legs as his hair tickles her legs. Judging by the way she's struggling to hold the camera, she doesn't seem to be faking. Her legs clench around his head when she seems like she came, and his face is soaked when he raises his head.
Fuck, you wish someone would eat you out like that just once. You squeeze your thighs together before going to his inbox. If Derek won't eat you out, you'll find someone that will.
You decide to shoot him a text.
i'd love to link;)ā”
You send him your trashiest photo, one you'll be sure will get his attention. You try to ignore the fact that he probably gets thousands of messages just like yours a day.
You decide to just wait and see.
When you get home, Derek gets up from the couch.
"Thank goodness, where have you been?"
"I went out for just a moment of peace. The usual bar."
"Good because, I've been thinkingā¦I've been selfish."
God, please don't do this now. He's approaching you steadily with sexual intent in his eyes. Why do they always act right when you've already made up your mind?
"Derek, I just want to go to bed."
He retracts. "Are- are you sure?"
"Yes. I'm just tired from thinking aboutā¦us." You weakly smile.
"Come on, I'll get you to bed."
After some time, Derek eventually falls asleep before you. Your phone vibrates on the bedside table, and you carefully grab it.
you look like trouble, sweetheart. and i'd love to get into it;)
Thankfully, Derek is still asleep.
i've seen the way you eat pussy. i'd love to be in that girl's place.
You expect him to get bored of you here. But your phone buzzed again.
you can be honey, just say the words.
This is wrong, but you don't care. You're tired of being on the other end of Derek's selfish ways that you've been begging him to look over until today.
i want you to eat my pussy.
Another buzz.
i can arrange that, sweetheart.
The moment Derek leaves for work, you feel a happiness you've never felt in your entire life. A dreadful weight lifts off your shoulders.
Your arrangement with Eddie is a promised no strings attached sort of thing. You've told him of your sexual frustrations, and how much of a shit boyfriend Derek is.
god, i can't stand young men these days. who the fuck doesn't eat pussy? you're supposed to worship the ground a woman walks on. i'm on my way, darling;)
Eddie comes through your door with a polite and sexy smile that makes you feel like you're experiencing having a first crush ever.
"Wow. You look just as good as you do in your photos."
"So do you. And I'm talking about the ones where you're wearing clothes." You joke, which earns him a chuckle.
"Witty. By the way, just let me know if you feel uncomfortable at any time or if you need me to slow down."
"I didn't call you up for a slow, innocent fuck."
"Jesus, you've got a mouth on you."
"I'm paying you at the end of this, so you better be worth it."
"That a challenge?"
"Depends on if you're not a pussy."
"It's on."
You and Eddie leave a scattered trail of clothes on the floor until you finally reach the bed that he practically tosses you on. His body looks ridiculously gorgeous, and he's got multiple tattoos on himself.
He catches you staring. "Like 'em?"
You spread your legs while looking directly into his eyes. "Mhm."
He grips them with his strong hands, pulling you onto his mouth immediately. You squeal in surprise and grip the bedsheets. His tongue creates a sinfully pleasurable sensation on your pussy that awakens every sense in your body to an astronomical level. You look down at him and can tell he's fucking hungry as he messily fucks you with his mouth. His hair tickles your thighs when you squeeze him with them.
"Ah, ah shit-"
The very thing Derek deprived you of, Eddie was giving to you. Granted it's his job, still doesn't make much difference to you. You're satisfied, and that's all that matters.
Your mouth hangs open with an arch of your back as he continues his dirty work. Any efforts of keeping yourself quiet are thrown out of the window by now. You're dazed, and your neighbors can deal with it.
"Oh fuck I'm gonna cum!"
He chuckles between your thighs, beginning to suck at your bud and make your hands ball up your sheets.
"Don't stop, please don't stop-"
You shatter with a cracked, high-octaved moan that echoes into the room. Eddie lifts his face, and wipes his face with a smile.
"No one's really done that to you before?"
"No." You sigh. "Fuck that was the best thing I've felt in my entire life."
He strokes your inner thigh. "Do you have a toy?"
"ā¦Yeah. It's fully charged becauseā¦ Derek doesn't like that I use it."
"Oh. He's one of those."
"Canā¦can you use it on me?"
"Anything you want."
You reach over into your bedside dresser, and hand it to him.
"Just relax, okay?"
You lay on your pillow again, opening your legs for him again. A breathy moan leaves you when the toy gently vibrates on your bud.
"Shh, it's okay." He gently dips his ring and middle finger inside you, and curls upwards.
Oh shit.
"Ohgodohgodohgod"
He turns it up a setting, and quickens his fingers with the new adjustment.
"Oh, fuck!" You scream, your head thrashing against your pillow.
"Can you give me one more? Just one more, princess."
"Eddie I can't- ohgodfuck-"
You feel something crash within you that has never happened before. But whatever you did, Eddie fucking loved it. He removes his fingers covered in your slick, and looks at your dripping pussy.
"You ever done that before?"
"What did I do?"
"You just squirted, baby. Damn."
"Let me fuck you, please?" You beg.
"You sure you want that? I got condoms if you really do."
"Yes. Fuck me."
He grabs the condom and rips the gold packaging open with his teeth.
"I should warn youā¦most of my clients haveā¦trouble getting me in."
Oh.
"Okay."
You turn around for him, arching your ass just enough for him to begin sliding in. Just the tip pokes it's way through you, and you're already beginning to see what he was talking. He's careful with you, holding onto your hips to brace you. Your pussy sucks him in with ease the further he pushes. He groans, and stops himself.
"Oh you feel so good." He shudders.
You fuck yourself onto him, reveling in the stretch he's made of your pussy. He holds you still as he watches you, letting you use him.
"That's it, sweetheart. Just like that."
You're drunk off of him, and for once you're not thinking of another man during sex to fulfill your fantasies. Your body has completely given itself to the man inside of you.
"Can you-?"
"Of course I can." He repositions himself by placing his weight onto your back and gives a kiss to your shoulder. He begins to thrust his hips upwards and roughly grunts in your ears. Just when you thought he couldn't get any better.
You hold on to the headboard, and his hand covers yours when he begins to fuck you with more intensity. The headboard smacks against the wall over and over with a harsh thud. He's hitting exactly where you need him to, and you feel like your legs are going to give it.
"Oh God." Eddie huffs in pleasure, clenching your hand tightly.
"Make me cum, Eddie."
"You're going to make me cum, first." He chuckles.
The feeling of suspense in your lower tummy is already forming. He's the best fuck you've ever had in your life, and he's not even yours.
"Eddie, I think I might-"
"Me too."
The bed creaks along with the thudding of the headboard until your orgasms come crashing through you both in sync.
"H- holy hell." He sighs.
"Can't believe I'm saying this. But you're worth the money. Shit."
He chuckles. "Don't worry about it."
"About what?"
"Paying me."
"Are you nuts? It's your job!"
"And I'm still letting you off the hook."
"This won't be my last time seeing you free of charge, is it?"
"After all this? Hell no, hon." He grins into your shoulder.
Description: Reader dating an "I don't eat pussy guy", Older! Eddie hates that. (Eddie is 45, reader is 25)
2011.
You're at your wit's end. Dating in the 2000's is so exhausting. You're especially frustrated with your boyfriend Derek.
He's a 'great guy', but Derek only cares about his own pleasure during sex. For once you wish he would eat you out just once. You've heard what it's like and how it makes women feel.
You set your cup down on the bar, and take out your phone to go on Twitter. You sift through a few celebrity posts until you stumble across a picture of a piping hot older male.
His hair is brown with lightly greyed streaks. His got a soul patch and tame stache compliments his face perfectly, and you wonder how it would feel to ride it. He's toned for his age, and he's not the buffest guy in the world but you can still see the imprints of his toned muscles in the band T-shirt he's wearing in his photos.
You visit his page, and you're met with many of his other posts that you wouldn't look at in public if you weren't so sexually frustrated right now.
Your eyes widen.
Eddie Munson - Adult Film Star
With looks like his, you're not really surprised. You continue to scroll, and met with tons of other vids of him fucking women. They could be faking though, it is porn after all.
Then, you come across a video of him eating a woman out. Your eyes stay glued to the screen to take in every detail. His face is stuffed between her legs as his hair tickles her legs. Judging by the way she's struggling to hold the camera, she doesn't seem to be faking. Her legs clench around his head when she seems like she came, and his face is soaked when he raises his head.
Fuck, you wish someone would eat you out like that just once. You squeeze your thighs together before going to his inbox. If Derek won't eat you out, you'll find someone that will.
You decide to shoot him a text.
i'd love to link;)ā”
You send him your trashiest photo, one you'll be sure will get his attention. You try to ignore the fact that he probably gets thousands of messages just like yours a day.
You decide to just wait and see.
When you get home, Derek gets up from the couch.
"Thank goodness, where have you been?"
"I went out for just a moment of peace. The usual bar."
"Good because, I've been thinkingā¦I've been selfish."
God, please don't do this now. He's approaching you steadily with sexual intent in his eyes. Why do they always act right when you've already made up your mind?
"Derek, I just want to go to bed."
He retracts. "Are- are you sure?"
"Yes. I'm just tired from thinking aboutā¦us." You weakly smile.
"Come on, I'll get you to bed."
After some time, Derek eventually falls asleep before you. Your phone vibrates on the bedside table, and you carefully grab it.
you look like trouble, sweetheart. and i'd love to get into it;)
Thankfully, Derek is still asleep.
i've seen the way you eat pussy. i'd love to be in that girl's place.
You expect him to get bored of you here. But your phone buzzed again.
you can be honey, just say the words.
This is wrong, but you don't care. You're tired of being on the other end of Derek's selfish ways that you've been begging him to look over until today.
i want you to eat my pussy.
Another buzz.
i can arrange that, sweetheart.
The moment Derek leaves for work, you feel a happiness you've never felt in your entire life. A dreadful weight lifts off your shoulders.
Your arrangement with Eddie is a promised no strings attached sort of thing. You've told him of your sexual frustrations, and how much of a shit boyfriend Derek is.
god, i can't stand young men these days. who the fuck doesn't eat pussy? you're supposed to worship the ground a woman walks on. i'm on my way, darling;)
Eddie comes through your door with a polite and sexy smile that makes you feel like you're experiencing having a first crush ever.
"Wow. You look just as good as you do in your photos."
"So do you. And I'm talking about the ones where you're wearing clothes." You joke, which earns him a chuckle.
"Witty. By the way, just let me know if you feel uncomfortable at any time or if you need me to slow down."
"I didn't call you up for a slow, innocent fuck."
"Jesus, you've got a mouth on you."
"I'm paying you at the end of this, so you better be worth it."
"That a challenge?"
"Depends on if you're not a pussy."
"It's on."
You and Eddie leave a scattered trail of clothes on the floor until you finally reach the bed that he practically tosses you on. His body looks ridiculously gorgeous, and he's got multiple tattoos on himself.
He catches you staring. "Like 'em?"
You spread your legs while looking directly into his eyes. "Mhm."
He grips them with his strong hands, pulling you onto his mouth immediately. You squeal in surprise and grip the bedsheets. His tongue creates a sinfully pleasurable sensation on your pussy that awakens every sense in your body to an astronomical level. You look down at him and can tell he's fucking hungry as he messily fucks you with his mouth. His hair tickles your thighs when you squeeze him with them.
"Ah, ah shit-"
The very thing Derek deprived you of, Eddie was giving to you. Granted it's his job, still doesn't make much difference to you. You're satisfied, and that's all that matters.
Your mouth hangs open with an arch of your back as he continues his dirty work. Any efforts of keeping yourself quiet are thrown out of the window by now. You're dazed, and your neighbors can deal with it.
"Oh fuck I'm gonna cum!"
He chuckles between your thighs, beginning to suck at your bud and make your hands ball up your sheets.
"Don't stop, please don't stop-"
You shatter with a cracked, high-octaved moan that echoes into the room. Eddie lifts his face, and wipes his face with a smile.
"No one's really done that to you before?"
"No." You sigh. "Fuck that was the best thing I've felt in my entire life."
He strokes your inner thigh. "Do you have a toy?"
"ā¦Yeah. It's fully charged becauseā¦ Derek doesn't like that I use it."
"Oh. He's one of those."
"Canā¦can you use it on me?"
"Anything you want."
You reach over into your bedside dresser, and hand it to him.
"Just relax, okay?"
You lay on your pillow again, opening your legs for him again. A breathy moan leaves you when the toy gently vibrates on your bud.
"Shh, it's okay." He gently dips his ring and middle finger inside you, and curls upwards.
Oh shit.
"Ohgodohgodohgod"
He turns it up a setting, and quickens his fingers with the new adjustment.
"Oh, fuck!" You scream, your head thrashing against your pillow.
"Can you give me one more? Just one more, princess."
"Eddie I can't- ohgodfuck-"
You feel something crash within you that has never happened before. But whatever you did, Eddie fucking loved it. He removes his fingers covered in your slick, and looks at your dripping pussy.
"You ever done that before?"
"What did I do?"
"You just squirted, baby. Damn."
"Let me fuck you, please?" You beg.
"You sure you want that? I got condoms if you really do."
"Yes. Fuck me."
He grabs the condom and rips the gold packaging open with his teeth.
"I should warn youā¦most of my clients haveā¦trouble getting me in."
Oh.
"Okay."
You turn around for him, arching your ass just enough for him to begin sliding in. Just the tip pokes it's way through you, and you're already beginning to see what he was talking. He's careful with you, holding onto your hips to brace you. Your pussy sucks him in with ease the further he pushes. He groans, and stops himself.
"Oh you feel so good." He shudders.
You fuck yourself onto him, reveling in the stretch he's made of your pussy. He holds you still as he watches you, letting you use him.
"That's it, sweetheart. Just like that."
You're drunk off of him, and for once you're not thinking of another man during sex to fulfill your fantasies. Your body has completely given itself to the man inside of you.
"Can you-?"
"Of course I can." He repositions himself by placing his weight onto your back and gives a kiss to your shoulder. He begins to thrust his hips upwards and roughly grunts in your ears. Just when you thought he couldn't get any better.
You hold on to the headboard, and his hand covers yours when he begins to fuck you with more intensity. The headboard smacks against the wall over and over with a harsh thud. He's hitting exactly where you need him to, and you feel like your legs are going to give it.
"Oh God." Eddie huffs in pleasure, clenching your hand tightly.
"Make me cum, Eddie."
"You're going to make me cum, first." He chuckles.
The feeling of suspense in your lower tummy is already forming. He's the best fuck you've ever had in your life, and he's not even yours.
"Eddie, I think I might-"
"Me too."
The bed creaks along with the thudding of the headboard until your orgasms come crashing through you both in sync.
"H- holy hell." He sighs.
"Can't believe I'm saying this. But you're worth the money. Shit."
He chuckles. "Don't worry about it."
"About what?"
"Paying me."
"Are you nuts? It's your job!"
"And I'm still letting you off the hook."
"This won't be my last time seeing you free of charge, is it?"
"After all this? Hell no, hon." He grins into your shoulder.
What are some sfw headcanons of Eddie you fully believe are cannon? Bc Iāve been re-watching The Walking Dead and Rick & Carlās relationship is so Eddie & Wayne to me thatās itās become my heart breaking cannon.
Ooh I love this. š
First things first, I do believe that Eddie has/had times where he wonders why Wayne puts so much time and care into him. He feels like if his own father didn't do it, why does Wayne?
When Eddie first gets brought in by Wayne, he's really pouty. And barely speaks a word.
"He left again, Edward?"
Eddie just nods. Curls himself into a ball and takes a nap because he's so sad and misses his father. He wonders if there's something wrong with him. Shed a few tears before he eventually fell asleep.
By the time Eddie's about 15 years old, he's practically developed an angry/insecurity phase.
Doesn't really feel like he's much of anything if his own father doesn't stick around for him.
Probably started smoking weed around this time that he secretly manages to get his hands on.
Lack of motherly and fatherly love lead him to get into relationships to find validation. They don't go so well. They just wanted to see what it was like to be with someone who's an outcast.
He just decides that maybe that's not for him, either.
Wayne's not blind or stupid.
"You know you can talk to me about anything."
Eddie flinches. Because he's not used to being treated nicely, even after years of being taken in by him. Even if he has friends at school. (He sometimes wonders if they just tolerate him out of pity.)
"I'm okay, Wayne. I can handle my own problems."
Wayne knows part of what's on Eddie's mind, but he doesn't pry.
"I'm always here for you."
When Eddie's legally an adult, Wayne lets him try cigs.
Surprises the shit out of him that Eddie already knows how to smoke one.
"Edward... When have you been doing that?"
"Uhh...what do you mean?"
"You're smokin' like me, and I'm an old man."
"Oh!" Eddie fake coughs.
"Cut the act, Edward. Your father's done worse at his time."
"...He has?"
"You don't know the half of it. I got you a present, too."
"...You got me a present?"
"Yeah. It's in your room if you want it."
Eddie practically shoves his cig into Wayne's hand before rushing to his room, which makes Wayne laugh.
Wayne must've been paying attention to Eddie's hobby of painting masks and figurines.
The art supply set he's gifted him must've cost him a fortune.
Eddie doesn't even know what to say. He just returns to the porch outside to sit with Wayne again.
"Hope you like your present. Been saving up for ages." Wayne sets the cigs on the ashtray right before Eddie hugs him so hard wind knocks out of his lungs.
He's taken aback for a couple of seconds before hugging him back.
What are some sfw headcanons of Eddie you fully believe are cannon? Bc Iāve been re-watching The Walking Dead and Rick & Carlās relationship is so Eddie & Wayne to me thatās itās become my heart breaking cannon.
Ooh I love this. š
First things first, I do believe that Eddie has/had times where he wonders why Wayne puts so much time and care into him. He feels like if his own father didn't do it, why does Wayne?
When Eddie first gets brought in by Wayne, he's really pouty. And barely speaks a word.
"He left again, Edward?"
Eddie just nods. Curls himself into a ball and takes a nap because he's so sad and misses his father. He wonders if there's something wrong with him. Shed a few tears before he eventually fell asleep.
By the time Eddie's about 15 years old, he's practically developed an angry/insecurity phase.
Doesn't really feel like he's much of anything if his own father doesn't stick around for him.
Probably started smoking weed around this time that he secretly manages to get his hands on.
Lack of motherly and fatherly love lead him to get into relationships to find validation. They don't go so well. They just wanted to see what it was like to be with someone who's an outcast.
He just decides that maybe that's not for him, either.
Wayne's not blind or stupid.
"You know you can talk to me about anything."
Eddie flinches. Because he's not used to being treated nicely, even after years of being taken in by him. Even if he has friends at school. (He sometimes wonders if they just tolerate him out of pity.)
"I'm okay, Wayne. I can handle my own problems."
Wayne knows part of what's on Eddie's mind, but he doesn't pry.
"I'm always here for you."
When Eddie's legally an adult, Wayne lets him try cigs.
Surprises the shit out of him that Eddie already knows how to smoke one.
"Edward... When have you been doing that?"
"Uhh...what do you mean?"
"You're smokin' like me, and I'm an old man."
"Oh!" Eddie fake coughs.
"Cut the act, Edward. Your father's done worse at his time."
"...He has?"
"You don't know the half of it. I got you a present, too."
"...You got me a present?"
"Yeah. It's in your room if you want it."
Eddie practically shoves his cig into Wayne's hand before rushing to his room, which makes Wayne laugh.
Wayne must've been paying attention to Eddie's hobby of painting masks and figurines.
The art supply set he's gifted him must've cost him a fortune.
Eddie doesn't even know what to say. He just returns to the porch outside to sit with Wayne again.
"Hope you like your present. Been saving up for ages." Wayne sets the cigs on the ashtray right before Eddie hugs him so hard wind knocks out of his lungs.
He's taken aback for a couple of seconds before hugging him back.
