Carl Gallahers, a charming and adventurous soul, had always been an integral part of your life. Growing up as childhood friends, you and Carl shared countless memories and shaped each other's lives in unimaginable ways. As fate would have it, you recently discovered something new about yourself: you are a transgender individual.
Having always known you as their loyal friend, Carl embraced your journey with unwavering support and love. With genuine kindness and a deep understanding, Carl navigated your transition alongside you, offering a safe space for vulnerability and growth. Together, you and Carl shattered societal norms, proving that true friendship knows no bounds.
In the midst of transformations, your bond remained unshakable. Carl's ability to see beyond the surface and appreciate the essence of who you are made all the difference. Through highs and lows, laughter and tears, you can always count on Carl's unwavering support and unwavering love. Together, you continue to write the chapters of your lives, fostering a friendship that transcends labels and embraces the beauty of true connection.
The sun was setting, painting the sky a beautiful blend of oranges, pinks, and purples. You and Draco had decided to take a stroll through the grounds of Hogwarts, your hands intertwined as you watched the stars begin to twinkle in the night sky.
Draco suddenly stopped and turned to face you. His eyes were dark and intense, and he leaned in to capture your lips with his own. You felt a thrill of excitement run through your body as his hands roamed over your curves, exploring every inch of your skin.
He pulled away from the kiss, his gaze still locked with yours. His hands moved up to cup your face and he leaned in again, this time his kisses more urgent, more passionate. You felt yourself melting into him as his tongue explored your mouth.
He slowly moved away, trailing kisses down your neck and chest. His hands moved to the buttons of your shirt, and he quickly undid them, pushing the fabric aside to reveal your bare skin. His mouth moved lower, trailing kisses over your belly and lower still.
You gasped as his tongue found its way between your legs. His fingers teased and tantalized, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You writhed and moaned as he took you higher and higher, finally pushing you over the edge into pure bliss.
As you lay there, panting, Draco looked down at you with a satisfied smirk on his face. He leaned down and kissed you softly, letting his lips linger on yours before pulling away.
“I think I’ve found a new favorite pastime,” he murmured with a grin.
You smiled back, feeling your cheeks flush with pleasure. “Me too,” you replied, and you both laughed.
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You felt the heat radiating off of Bill's body as he pinned you to the bed. His hands were exploring every inch of your body, eliciting a satisfied moan from you with each touch. His lips were trailing down your neck, leaving a burning sensation in their wake.
You could feel his desire for you growing with each passing second, and you were eager to fulfill his every wish. You could feel his hardness pressing against you, and you knew it was time.
He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, and you could feel his every breath on your skin. His lips found yours and he kissed you passionately, his hands roaming your body.
You felt yourself growing more and more aroused, until you couldn't take it any longer. You begged him to take you, and he complied.
He moved his hips in perfect rhythm, pushing deeper and deeper inside of you with each thrust. You could feel yourself growing closer and closer to the edge, until finally, you were both trembling with pleasure as you felt yourself cumming.
He groaned in pleasure as he released inside of you, and the two of you stayed tangled up in each other for a few moments, until you were both satisfied. You had just experienced something so hot, so spicy, and so rough that you never wanted it to end.
Your breathing was ragged as your body quaked beneath Bill’s rough touch. His hands were everywhere, exploring your curves and leaving trails of fire in their wake. You could feel his hard body pressed against yours as the heat between you grew more and more intense.
His lips moved down your neck, and his teeth scraped against your sensitive skin. You gasped in pleasure as his hands found their way to your hips, squeezing them tightly. You felt his erection pressing against you, and your body ached for him to be inside you.
He moved his lips to yours, and you returned the passionate kiss hungrily. His tongue explored your mouth as his hands explored your body. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to a climax, and you moaned as his hands found their way to the sensitive spot between your legs.
He moved his hand in circles, and soon you were trembling with pleasure. You felt his fingers slide inside you, and the sensation was almost too much to bear. You cried out as your orgasm ripped through you, and he kept his hand moving, prolonging the pleasure for as long as you could take it.
Finally, he withdrew his hand and flipped you onto your stomach. He entered you from behind, pushing himself deeper and deeper with each thrust. You moaned and groaned as his thrusts grew harder and faster, and soon you were screaming with pleasure.
He moved his hand back to the spot between your legs and rubbed it as he thrust, and before long you were coming again. Your body shook as your orgasm kept coming, and he followed soon after, cumming inside you with a loud moan.
You lay there, panting and satisfied, as Bill kissed your neck and back. You felt completely and utterly spent, and it was the most wonderful feeling in the world.
The blade of the knife glinted in the light as Billy held it against your skin. He was taking out his anger on you, and you could feel the sharp edge of the metal against your body. You tried to remain still, not wanting to provoke him further.
He moved the blade slowly, running it along your body with a rough touch. You gasped as you felt the edge cut into your skin, leaving behind a trail of red. Fear and adrenaline coursed through your veins as you felt the intense thrill of the moment.
Billy's hand moved further down, tracing the curves of your body as the blade followed. You felt his breath on your neck and you couldn't help but tremble in anticipation. His hand gripped your hip firmly as he moved the blade lower, sending shivers of pleasure and pain down your spine.
He brought the blade back up, stopping just below your neck. You could feel the heat of his body against yours as he stared into your eyes, and you knew he was waiting for you to make a move. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you made your choice, and you leaned in for a rough kiss.
The kiss was full of passion and intensity as you felt the blade against your skin. You felt Billy's anger and frustration dissipate as he explored your body with his hands and the knife. You knew that this was a risk, but you also knew that you wanted it.
When it was over, you both lay there in a tangled heap of limbs and sheets. You both felt the afterglow of the passion that had passed between you. In that moment, you knew that you would never forget the thrill of knife play.
You felt the cold steel of the knife pressed against your skin as Billy's grip tightened around your wrists. You gasped as he used the blade to trace circles on your body, taking out his anger on you. He was in control, and you were in his mercy.
The blade created a path of pain, and you shivered as he continued. He took pleasure in seeing you squirm beneath him, and it only made him more aroused. His rough hands moved the knife up and down your body, and you closed your eyes, trying to keep yourself from screaming out in pain.
He soon moved the blade away, and you breathed a sigh of relief. But that relief was short-lived, as he soon pressed his lips against yours, his tongue exploring your mouth. His hands moved up your body, exploring every curve and secret spot.
You felt your body heat up from the passion of the moment, and you melted into his embrace. His lips moved away from yours, and you opened your eyes. He smiled down at you, satisfied with his work. You smiled back, knowing that you had survived the knife play, and perhaps even enjoyed it.
Billy's hands were rough as they gripped your arms, pulling you close to him. His face was twisted in a mask of anger, and his eyes were dark with rage. You could feel the cold steel of the knife he was holding against your neck, and you knew that he was taking out his anger on you.
He pressed the blade further against your skin, and you could feel it cutting into your flesh. You wanted to scream out in pain, but before you could a sob escaped your lips. You were scared, but you were also determined. You had to stay strong and not let him break you.
Billy's grip tightened as he pushed the knife further against your neck, and you could feel the warmth of your own blood trickling down your skin. He was punishing you for something, but you weren't sure what it was. All you knew was that he was taking his anger out on you.
You closed your eyes and tried to focus on something else, anything else, to take your mind off the pain. You thought about the good times you had together with Billy, before the anger had taken over. You thought about the way he used to smile, and how he could make you laugh.
Suddenly, his grip loosened and he pulled away. You opened your eyes and saw him looking at you with a sadness in his eyes that you had never seen before. He placed the knife on the ground and stepped away, and you could see the tears in his eyes.
You stepped forward and reached out to hug him, and he hugged you back tightly. You could feel the tension leaving his body as he let go of his anger and embraced you. You both stayed like that for a long time, until the tears had stopped flowing from both of you.
When the moment finally passed, you both backed away and looked into each other's eyes. You could feel the love radiating from him, and you knew that the anger was gone. He was still the same Billy you had always known, and you knew that things would be okay.
You felt the heat radiating off of Bill's body as he pinned you to the bed. His hands were exploring every inch of your body, eliciting a satisfied moan from you with each touch. His lips were trailing down your neck, leaving a burning sensation in their wake.
You could feel his desire for you growing with each passing second, and you were eager to fulfill his every wish. You could feel his hardness pressing against you, and you knew it was time.
He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, and you could feel his every breath on your skin. His lips found yours and he kissed you passionately, his hands roaming your body.
You felt yourself growing more and more aroused, until you couldn't take it any longer. You begged him to take you, and he complied.
He moved his hips in perfect rhythm, pushing deeper and deeper inside of you with each thrust. You could feel yourself growing closer and closer to the edge, until finally, you were both trembling with pleasure as you felt yourself cumming.
He groaned in pleasure as he released inside of you, and the two of you stayed tangled up in each other for a few moments, until you were both satisfied. You had just experienced something so hot, so spicy, and so rough that you never wanted it to end.
Your breathing was ragged as your body quaked beneath Bill’s rough touch. His hands were everywhere, exploring your curves and leaving trails of fire in their wake. You could feel his hard body pressed against yours as the heat between you grew more and more intense.
His lips moved down your neck, and his teeth scraped against your sensitive skin. You gasped in pleasure as his hands found their way to your hips, squeezing them tightly. You felt his erection pressing against you, and your body ached for him to be inside you.
He moved his lips to yours, and you returned the passionate kiss hungrily. His tongue explored your mouth as his hands explored your body. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to a climax, and you moaned as his hands found their way to the sensitive spot between your legs.
He moved his hand in circles, and soon you were trembling with pleasure. You felt his fingers slide inside you, and the sensation was almost too much to bear. You cried out as your orgasm ripped through you, and he kept his hand moving, prolonging the pleasure for as long as you could take it.
Finally, he withdrew his hand and flipped you onto your stomach. He entered you from behind, pushing himself deeper and deeper with each thrust. You moaned and groaned as his thrusts grew harder and faster, and soon you were screaming with pleasure.
He moved his hand back to the spot between your legs and rubbed it as he thrust, and before long you were coming again. Your body shook as your orgasm kept coming, and he followed soon after, cumming inside you with a loud moan.
You lay there, panting and satisfied, as Bill kissed your neck and back. You felt completely and utterly spent, and it was the most wonderful feeling in the world.
The blade of the knife glinted in the light as Billy held it against your skin. He was taking out his anger on you, and you could feel the sharp edge of the metal against your body. You tried to remain still, not wanting to provoke him further.
He moved the blade slowly, running it along your body with a rough touch. You gasped as you felt the edge cut into your skin, leaving behind a trail of red. Fear and adrenaline coursed through your veins as you felt the intense thrill of the moment.
Billy's hand moved further down, tracing the curves of your body as the blade followed. You felt his breath on your neck and you couldn't help but tremble in anticipation. His hand gripped your hip firmly as he moved the blade lower, sending shivers of pleasure and pain down your spine.
He brought the blade back up, stopping just below your neck. You could feel the heat of his body against yours as he stared into your eyes, and you knew he was waiting for you to make a move. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you made your choice, and you leaned in for a rough kiss.
The kiss was full of passion and intensity as you felt the blade against your skin. You felt Billy's anger and frustration dissipate as he explored your body with his hands and the knife. You knew that this was a risk, but you also knew that you wanted it.
When it was over, you both lay there in a tangled heap of limbs and sheets. You both felt the afterglow of the passion that had passed between you. In that moment, you knew that you would never forget the thrill of knife play.
You felt the cold steel of the knife pressed against your skin as Billy's grip tightened around your wrists. You gasped as he used the blade to trace circles on your body, taking out his anger on you. He was in control, and you were in his mercy.
The blade created a path of pain, and you shivered as he continued. He took pleasure in seeing you squirm beneath him, and it only made him more aroused. His rough hands moved the knife up and down your body, and you closed your eyes, trying to keep yourself from screaming out in pain.
He soon moved the blade away, and you breathed a sigh of relief. But that relief was short-lived, as he soon pressed his lips against yours, his tongue exploring your mouth. His hands moved up your body, exploring every curve and secret spot.
You felt your body heat up from the passion of the moment, and you melted into his embrace. His lips moved away from yours, and you opened your eyes. He smiled down at you, satisfied with his work. You smiled back, knowing that you had survived the knife play, and perhaps even enjoyed it.
Billy's hands were rough as they gripped your arms, pulling you close to him. His face was twisted in a mask of anger, and his eyes were dark with rage. You could feel the cold steel of the knife he was holding against your neck, and you knew that he was taking out his anger on you.
He pressed the blade further against your skin, and you could feel it cutting into your flesh. You wanted to scream out in pain, but before you could a sob escaped your lips. You were scared, but you were also determined. You had to stay strong and not let him break you.
Billy's grip tightened as he pushed the knife further against your neck, and you could feel the warmth of your own blood trickling down your skin. He was punishing you for something, but you weren't sure what it was. All you knew was that he was taking his anger out on you.
You closed your eyes and tried to focus on something else, anything else, to take your mind off the pain. You thought about the good times you had together with Billy, before the anger had taken over. You thought about the way he used to smile, and how he could make you laugh.
Suddenly, his grip loosened and he pulled away. You opened your eyes and saw him looking at you with a sadness in his eyes that you had never seen before. He placed the knife on the ground and stepped away, and you could see the tears in his eyes.
You stepped forward and reached out to hug him, and he hugged you back tightly. You could feel the tension leaving his body as he let go of his anger and embraced you. You both stayed like that for a long time, until the tears had stopped flowing from both of you.
When the moment finally passed, you both backed away and looked into each other's eyes. You could feel the love radiating from him, and you knew that the anger was gone. He was still the same Billy you had always known, and you knew that things would be okay.
You felt the heat radiating off of Bill's body as he pinned you to the bed. His hands were exploring every inch of your body, eliciting a satisfied moan from you with each touch. His lips were trailing down your neck, leaving a burning sensation in their wake.
You could feel his desire for you growing with each passing second, and you were eager to fulfill his every wish. You could feel his hardness pressing against you, and you knew it was time.
He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, and you could feel his every breath on your skin. His lips found yours and he kissed you passionately, his hands roaming your body.
You felt yourself growing more and more aroused, until you couldn't take it any longer. You begged him to take you, and he complied.
He moved his hips in perfect rhythm, pushing deeper and deeper inside of you with each thrust. You could feel yourself growing closer and closer to the edge, until finally, you were both trembling with pleasure as you felt yourself cumming.
He groaned in pleasure as he released inside of you, and the two of you stayed tangled up in each other for a few moments, until you were both satisfied. You had just experienced something so hot, so spicy, and so rough that you never wanted it to end.
Your breathing was ragged as your body quaked beneath Bill’s rough touch. His hands were everywhere, exploring your curves and leaving trails of fire in their wake. You could feel his hard body pressed against yours as the heat between you grew more and more intense.
His lips moved down your neck, and his teeth scraped against your sensitive skin. You gasped in pleasure as his hands found their way to your hips, squeezing them tightly. You felt his erection pressing against you, and your body ached for him to be inside you.
He moved his lips to yours, and you returned the passionate kiss hungrily. His tongue explored your mouth as his hands explored your body. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to a climax, and you moaned as his hands found their way to the sensitive spot between your legs.
He moved his hand in circles, and soon you were trembling with pleasure. You felt his fingers slide inside you, and the sensation was almost too much to bear. You cried out as your orgasm ripped through you, and he kept his hand moving, prolonging the pleasure for as long as you could take it.
Finally, he withdrew his hand and flipped you onto your stomach. He entered you from behind, pushing himself deeper and deeper with each thrust. You moaned and groaned as his thrusts grew harder and faster, and soon you were screaming with pleasure.
He moved his hand back to the spot between your legs and rubbed it as he thrust, and before long you were coming again. Your body shook as your orgasm kept coming, and he followed soon after, cumming inside you with a loud moan.
You lay there, panting and satisfied, as Bill kissed your neck and back. You felt completely and utterly spent, and it was the most wonderful feeling in the world.
You felt a thrill rush through your body as Tom Kaulitz's hands explored your curves. His touch was gentle yet passionate, sending waves of pleasure through you. His lips met yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring the depths of your mouth.
Tom guided you to the bed, his hands never leaving your body. You felt the warmth of the sheets as he moved over you, his hands exploring your skin with a hunger that left you breathless.
The heat between your bodies was undeniable as you moved together, exploring each other with a newfound intensity. Every touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure through you. You felt as if you were melting into him, and you never wanted it to end.
The sensation of him filling you was overwhelming, and you let out a satisfied moan as you felt yourself cresting the wave of pleasure. You held onto each other, savoring the moment as you both collapsed in a heap of satisfied bliss.
In that moment, you felt that you were truly one with Tom Kaulitz.
You and Tom lay in bed, tangled in each other's embrace. His lips were hot against yours as your hands explored each other's bodies. You felt the heat radiating off of him, and you could feel your heart beating faster with each second that passed.
Tom's tongue met yours as his hands roamed down your body. He trailed his fingers lightly over your skin, causing you to gasp with pleasure. His lips moved to your neck, setting off a fire inside of you.
He moved lower, kissing and licking your body. His hands found their way back up to your chest, teasing your nipples. You let out a moan of pleasure as he continued to drive you wild with his touch.
Tom moved his hands lower, and you felt yourself melting into him. His fingers moved inside of you, and you shivered in pleasure. His movements were slow and deliberate, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body.
Tom moved his body over yours, the heat radiating off of him intensifying. His hips moved against yours in a slow and sensual rhythm. You felt yourself climbing higher and higher until you couldn't take anymore. You were on the brink of orgasm when Tom's lips met yours, and you let out a scream of pleasure as you reached the peak.
Tom lay beside you, his chest heaving. You both lay there in a blissful silence, content to just bask in the afterglow of the moment.
The room was filled with a heavy air of anticipation as you and Tom Kaulitz locked eyes, both of you filled with a burning desire for each other. Your heart raced as Tom stepped closer, his muscular body so close to yours that you could feel the heat radiating off of him.
Tom leaned in, pressing his soft lips against yours as his large hands roamed your body. The kiss was passionate and intense, your bodies pressed tightly together as the heat between you intensified.
The kiss deepened as Tom's hands explored further, his fingertips leaving a trail of heat as they moved over your skin. His touch was gentle yet electric, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You gasped as his fingertips brushed against your most sensitive spots, his kiss becoming even more passionate and eager.
Tom pulled away, his lips leaving a trail of pleasure as he broke away. He looked into your eyes, his own filled with desire and longing. He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you as you both surrendered to the moment.
Your bodies moved together in a passionate embrace, Tom's hands exploring every inch of your body as you moved in sync. The heat between you grew as you both gave in to the pleasure, the intensity of the moment drawing out until you both finally reached your climax.
Exhausted and satisfied, you lay in Tom's arms, your bodies still entwined. You felt a warmth in your heart, knowing that in this moment, nothing else mattered.
Tom had been watching you for months now, admiring your curves and your occasional sly smirk that had the power to make his heart flutter. He was finally taking the plunge, and he couldn't be more ready.
It started with a simple glance; a look that lingered a bit too long. He was sure you had noticed, you gave him a knowing smirk, as if to say "I know what you want, and I'm ready for it too."
Tom made his move, and he was confident in his approach. He was gentle, but passionate, and he knew exactly what he wanted. His hands moved over your body with a fervor that left you breathless, and his lips explored every inch of your skin.
The night quickly turned into something hot and heavy, and before you knew it you were lost in a world of ecstasy. Tom was an expert in the art of seduction, and you felt yourself succumbing to his every touch.
The night was long and passionate, and by the time the sun was rising you felt completely and utterly spent. As Tom pulled away from you, he looked into your eyes with a warmth that said more than words ever could. You knew that this moment was just the start of something beautiful, and you couldn't wait to explore it further.
Tom and you had been together for nine months now, and things were getting more and more heated between the two of you. Every night you spent together was filled with passionate, hot and heavy sex.
Tonight was no different. You and Tom were both in a frenzy, each of you trying to outdo the other in pleasure. You felt like you were being taken away to a place no one else could reach.
Tom was murmuring in your ear as he moved, telling you how he was going to make you cum. You felt like everything was building up to an incredible climax, and then it hit you. You screamed out Tom's name as you released in a powerful wave.
The two of you collapsed onto the bed, panting from the intense pleasure. Then, you heard Tom whisper in your ear, "I love you so much. I can't wait to see what the future holds for us."
Little did you know, nine months later, you would find out that you were pregnant with Tom's child.
You moaned loudly as Tom thrust into you, the pleasure almost too much to bear. He had been pleasuring you for hours, and you were both getting close. With one last, deep thrust, you both reached your climaxes.
Nine months later, you found yourself in the doctor's office, the results of the pregnancy test confirming your suspicions. You were pregnant, and you knew who the father was.
You nervously called Tom and told him the news, not sure how he would react. To your surprise, he was ecstatic. He couldn't believe that the two of you had created a life together, and he was grateful for the chance to be a father. He was there for you every step of the way during your pregnancy, and was the first one to hold the baby when he or she was born.
It had been nine months since that fateful night when you and Tom had shared a passionate night together. When the two of you had let your love for each other take control and the heat of the moment had driven you wild.
The night had been hot and heavy, and the pleasure had been intense. Neither of you could have expected the aftermath of that night - you were now pregnant.
When Tom found out, he was ecstatic. He was so happy that you were carrying a part of him and he wanted to do everything he could to make sure you were taken care of. Before long, he had proposed and the two of you were married.
Tom immediately became a doting husband and a proud father. He did everything he could to ensure you and his unborn child were safe and happy, and the two of you grew even closer as a result.
The months passed and soon enough, it was time for the baby to arrive. You and Tom welcomed your little bundle of joy into the world and the family was complete.
Tom and you had started off as strangers, but had grown into something far greater - a family. And you couldn't be happier.
You could feel the heat radiating from Billy as he stood behind you, his hands firmly gripping your hips. His breath was hot on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You felt his lips trail a path from your ear to your shoulder, making you gasp in pleasure.
He pulled back just enough to glance up at your face, his eyes burning with a passion that only he could ignite. His gaze was full of jealousy and desire, and you found yourself unable to look away.
He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, his grip tight enough to make you gasp. His lips met yours in a rough kiss, each movement of his mouth seeming to set you on fire.
He teased you, his hands tracing patterns on your body, sending a thrill through you with each touch. He moved lower, exploring your curves with a hunger that made you moan.
The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, but you couldn't help but revel in it. You felt alive and completely in tune with him, as if you were two parts of the same whole.
His hands moved faster, and you felt yourself reach the brink of pleasure. With one last thrust, you both fell over the edge. You clung to each other in bliss, your bodies still shaking from the intensity of the moment.
He could barely contain himself as his eyes roamed your body, drinking you in. His hands were shaking as he reached for you, and when his fingers finally touched your skin, you quivered in anticipation.
He moved closer to you, pressing his body against yours. His breath was hot against your neck as he whispered words of desire in your ear. His hands were everywhere, exploring and caressing your body, driving you wild.
He paused for a moment, his hands lingering on your hips, and then he stepped back and looked into your eyes. His were dark and smoldering with passion, and he looked almost jealous.
Suddenly his hands were back on your body, this time rougher and more insistent. He tugged at your clothes, tugging them off with a fervor. He moved his hands over your body, almost bruising in his intensity.
Finally, he pushed you down onto the bed, his body covering yours. You gasped as you felt his hardness pressing into you, and you let out a moan as he entered you.
He moved inside you with a roughness that made you both moan. He moved faster and faster, and soon you both were lost in pleasure. You clung to him as he reached his climax, and then he collapsed on top of you, still trembling with pleasure.
The night air was cool and crisp as the two of you lay in the grass, your bodies intertwined. Tom's hand caressed your waist as you felt his breath on your neck.
His lips moved lower, trailing kisses down your shoulder and onto your chest. You shivered in pleasure as his lips traveled lower, past your stomach and finally to the top of your pants. His hands slowly undid the button and zipper of your jeans, his mouth following the path of his hands as he slowly pushed them off.
Your heart raced as you felt his hands brush against your exposed skin, exploring each curve of your body. His lips parted as he took in your scent, his tongue trailing along your inner thigh. You gasped in pleasure as his tongue moved higher, teasing your sensitive areas.
Tom's hands moved up your body, gripping your hips as he positioned himself above you. His lips crashed against yours in a passionate kiss, his body pushing against yours. You felt a rush of heat and pleasure as he thrust into you, his movements becoming more and more urgent as the pleasure built up.
Finally, the two of you reached the peak of pleasure, both of you crying out in bliss. You lay there in each other's arms afterwards, content and satisfied. You had just experienced the ultimate smut experience with Tom Kaulitz.
You and Tom had been secretly seeing each other for weeks now. You hadn't expected it to go this far, but here you were, in his bedroom, ready to take things to the next level.
He pulled you into his arms, his lips hovering just above yours. "Do you know what I want to do to you?" he asked, his voice a low growl.
You felt the heat in your cheeks as you nodded. You had an idea of what was coming, and you wanted it just as much as he did.
He moved his hands down your body, caressing your curves as he went. His touch was hot and electric, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. His lips moved down your neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.
He moved lower, pushing aside your clothing until he reached his destination. His tongue danced across your skin, tracing circles and teasing you until you were sure you'd go mad.
His hands moved up your body, pushing you further and further into a frenzy. His fingers teased and caressed, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through you.
You gasped as his lips found yours again, and you were lost in the sensation of his body against yours. You clung to him as his lips explored yours, and his tongue found its way into your mouth.
The heat of his body surrounded you, and the intensity of his touch made you feel like you were on fire. You felt yourself melting into him, your bodies becoming one as you moved together in a passionate embrace.
Your moans grew louder as your pleasure reached its peak, and the two of you clung to each other until the pleasure subsided. You lay there, in his arms, feeling satisfied and content.
You had experienced something more than just sex. You had experienced a connection that was both hot, spicy, sexy, and passionate. You had experienced something that would stay with you for the rest of your life.
You felt the heat radiating from Carl's body as he ran his hands over yours, the intensity of the moment palpable between the two of you. His lips found yours, desperate and hungry, as he pulled you closer to him. Your heart raced as his hands explored your body, making you feel wanted in a way you hadn't felt in a long time.
His fingers trailed down your neck to your collarbone, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. He moved lower, reaching the hem of your shirt and teasingly lifting it over your head. His gaze wandered over your exposed body, making you feel exposed yet desired.
He moved his lips down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses as he went. His hands found their way to the waistband of your jeans and he teasedly unbuttoned them, his fingers brushing against your skin. His hands moved lower, exploring the curves of your body and making you moan in pleasure.
His hands moved further down, and suddenly you felt his fingers slip inside you. You gasped in pleasure as he moved them in and out, faster and faster. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, and before long you were screaming out Carl's name as you experienced the most intense pleasure.
He smiled down at you, satisfaction in his eyes. You felt safe and secure in his arms as he held you close, and you knew that no matter what happened, you would always feel this way when you were with him.
You were lying in bed, lost in a haze of post-coital bliss. Your skin was still tingling from the passionate session with Carl Gallagher, your lover. His strong arms were still wrapped around you, his heart thudding against your back as he rested his chin on your shoulder.
You felt him stir slightly beside you and you turned to look up into his eyes. He leaned down and brushed his lips against yours, his kiss lingering as he moved back to look down at you. He smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"You're a naughty one, aren't you?" he said, his voice low and husky.
You felt yourself blushing and you nodded, unable to find the words to answer him. He chuckled softly and ran his hand down your body, letting it rest on your hip. You felt your heart flutter as his thumb drew circles on your skin.
"I think you need to be punished," he whispered, his breath tickling your ear.
His hand moved lower, sliding between your legs. You gasped as he teased your sensitive flesh, bringing you closer and closer to the edge of pleasure. You felt your body tense as his expert fingers worked their magic, driving you wild with desire.
With one final thrust, you were over the edge, the waves of pleasure crashing over you. You cried out his name as you clung to him, your body trembling with pleasure. He held you tightly, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as your breathing returned to normal.
He kissed you softly and then rolled onto his back, pulling you with him so that you were lying on top of him. You smiled and snuggled into his chest, feeling content and satisfied.
Carl Gallagher had given you exactly what you needed: a hot and spicy night of pleasure.
Tom Kaulitz had been the object of many fantasies for months now. He had been the lead singer of the popular band, Tokio Hotel, and had been the object of desire ever since.
It all started innocently enough. Tom would be performing on stage, and the audience would swoon over him. His voice was so powerful and passionate that no one could resist its draw.
One night, after a show, Tom made his way to the dressing room. To his surprise, one of his admirers was already waiting for him. She had been watching him from the audience and could not contain her desire any longer. She had followed him back to his dressing room and was now standing before him, wearing nothing but a robe.
Tom was taken aback by her boldness, but he couldn't deny his own attraction to her. Without a word, he stepped closer to her and gently removed her robe. His hands caressed her soft skin as he kissed her deeply. The kiss was electric and soon they were both lost in the moment.
Tom explored her body with his hands and mouth, and soon enough they were both lost in a passionate embrace. Tom moved inside her and they both moaned out in pleasure as they moved together.
The night was filled with passion and pleasure. Neither of them wanted it to end, but eventually they both fell asleep in each other's arms, exhausted from their night of lustful pleasure.
i feel like you've done this before but its worth a shot😞
could you do jealousy headcannons with the whole band of tokio hotel🤞🏾(separately of course) with a little nsfw thrown in please(all of them topping idrc if they're dom top or sub top)
thank you smmm i love your writing like fr your keeping my writing alive😭 if u alr did this just straight up ignore it😌
JEALOUS BAND X GN READER
AGGHHH I LOVE U 👹! i’ve been so confused cuz normally I'd have so many ideas but I was absolutely stuck recently💀 sorry if it's not good I'm better at writing dom reader..
(contains some nsfw themes so if you don't like that please don't read!!!)
BILL:
・He doesn't get jealous easily, but you make him crazy, bae.
・Y'all r probably at a club or something when it happens.
・If you flirted with someone/touched their arm or hand he would just look from afar, thinking about what he was gonna do with you.
・He'd get so caught up in his daydreaming that he feels himself grow hotter and more desperate for you.
・He eventually goes up to you and pulls you to the car
・While he's driving he holds your thigh in his hand, rubbing little circles into the side with his thumb.
・Remind you that you are his and his only 😍.
・When y'all get out of the car he can't keep his hands off you, roaming all over your body as he pulls you close.
・If y'all have sex he'd make you scream his name, again reminding you that you are his and he can pleasure you better than anyone 😋.
・It's getting a lil cringey and serious bro I'm not used to this-
"Good boy/girl. Doing so well."
"So pretty, so good for me.."
・Jealously ends soon after, he knows you love him as he does for you!
TOM:
・Unlike Bill, I feel like he'd get very jealous.
・Only watches you for a second before going up to you, holding a hand around your waist as he sees who your talking to.
・Makes sure to call you 'babe' and 'darling' so the person knows your taken 🤷🏻.
・You feel him occasionally grab your thigh, his hand trailing closer to your inner thigh-
・If you swat his hand away his grip only tightens.
・He eventually pulls you to the car, and baby he's going wild.
・Brings you into a fierce kiss, your lips nearly getting cut.
・Roams his hands up your shirt, fingers going down your sides and waist. 🤭
・Tbh he's so horny rn y'all def have car sex.
・If your into it he probably spanks you..
I'M CACKLING HELP LMFAO
・If you thought Bill was rough your in for something with Tom.
・Bitch has no mercy
・Probably overstimulates you too....
GEORG:
・Actually hides being jealous pretty well, but he can't always help it.
・He feels his stomach get knotted if he sees you talk/act in a flirty way with someone else.
・Tries to ignore it, reminding himself that you love him and you wouldn't do anything weird.
・If the other preon touches you, though, he's right beside you.
・He keeps a hand at the back of your neck, digging his fingers in it gently.
・Doesn't bother taking you to the car, y'all go to a bathroom.
・Throws you in the stall as he locks it behind him.
・Shushes you if you try to make excuses.
・Keeps his hand at the back of your neckbas he kisses you, his other hand having a firm grip on your thigh.
・His kisses trail down to your jaw, then neck, and all the way down...
・He edges you until your crying, man.
"You can take a little more, right.?"
・He shushes you if your too loud (due to being in the bathroom) but he can't help but grin whenever you moan out his name.
GUSTAV:
・Not the jealous type at all, nope.
・There's only so much a boy can take, though.
・Bites the inside of his cheek as he glares at you.
・Watches the way you act, if your with someone else he makesbsure to also watch their movements.
・If they get too close to you he feels like he got the air sucked outta him.
・Doesn't stop you from talking unless the other person gets a little too comfortable.
・Afterwards, in the car, he'd ask a few questions about this person.
・Raises an eyebrow at you if you lie or don't explain.
・If anything he's a soft dom 🤷🏻
・Holds your hands over your head while having sex.
・Leaves kisses and hickeys all over your neck and chest, nipping at the sensitive skin.
pervy voyeur!ethan who jerks off to his roommate masturbating in her bed. Maybe she invites him to join? please I'm begging
I miss writing Ethan smut (any smut, honestly) so much! Most requests I have left are non-smut... The gif fits perfectly the scene
Warnings: smut, voyeur!ethan, masturbating,
my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time
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It wasn’t a secret to you that Ethan was a bit of a voyeur. You had caught him peeking through the bathroom during your shower a few times, trying to catch a glimpse of you naked. Anyone would have been uncomfortable and said something, but you didn’t. It didn’t bother you. A part of you wanted him to watch you.
After your shower and getting ready for bed, you headed to your bedroom and purposely left your door open — ajar.
It was Thursday, aka self care Thursday, so you grabbed your favorite toy from the back of your nightstand and settled on your bed against your pillows. Once you were comfortable enough, you peeled off your pajama shorts and began teasing yourself over your panties.
With the stress of school and all the exams coming up, it was nice to relieve some stress by getting off.
Quickly enough, you started feeling the arousal building in you. You craved for more, though, so you slipped your hand underneath the delicate fabric and immediately went to your clit. You rubbed it, the sensation sent a jolt of electricity up your spine, and pulled your cami down, reaching for your hardened nipples. Your thumb and forefinger held the peak gingerly and rolled it around, letting out a moan as your back arched from both stimulations.
In the living room, Ethan counted the minutes before quietly going down the hallway and stopping outside of your room. It was perverted and wrong to purposely eavesdrop on your roommate’s intimate moments, but Ethan would do anything to hear your soft moans. They were so beautiful he wanted to record them and make it his favorite lullaby.
Tonight was different, though. Tonight, your door was ajar and Ethan could perfectly see you lying on your bed in the dimly lit room. He stepped closer to the door and saw the bottom of your legs through the little gap. You had no pants on and those beautiful thighs he dreamed of squeezing and burying his face in between looked so fucking apetizing.
Most important of all though, was the hand shoved in your underwear.
His breath caught in his throat. Ethan should be looking away, he was your roommate, but he was so incredibly aroused by the sight before him that he could not possibly move a muscle.
Not getting enough satisfaction, you removed your underwear and ran the rubbery head of the dildo sliding right between your folds, smearing the wetness that had accumulated there. ‘’Aah,’’ you sighed, loving the pleasure the toy provided.
In the doorway, Ethan couldn’t believe what he was seeing. After months of fantasizing and imagining you touching yourself to the sounds of your sweet moans, he was finally seeing the spectacle with his own eyes. And it was fucking beautiful.
You moaned again, pushing the dildo inside you, and he swore under his breath, feeling himself grow hard as the blood rushed south. Ethan covered his mouth to moan to himself, his other busy rubbing his length over his jeans as you slowly pushed the toy in and out of your tight pussy, your arousal coating it as you worked it between your legs.
Cupping a hand over his aching cock, Ethan somehow managed to keep a very tenuous grasp on the groan that wanted to spill out of his mouth. If he made any sound, it would be over for him and he really didn’t want to pack his bags and crash on someone’s couch.
You bit your bottom lip as you grabbed one of your breasts, toying with your nipple while pushing the toy deeper. Lost in your trance of pleasure, you opened your legs wider, whimpering as the explicit sound of your slick echoed in the room.
‘’Fuck,’’ Ethan slipped quietly, fumbling to open the front of his pants so he could get his hand around his cock.
The show kept going a bit longer, until Ethan’s voyeur eyes locked with yours in the crack of the door. He froze, looking like a deer caught in headlights. Blood rushed to his cheeks and panic struck his face. He didn’t even know what to say, how to explain himself. He expected you to yell at him that he was a pervert, but instead you raised an eyebrow at him with a smirk.
‘’Like what you see?’’ You looked directly at him, bucking your hips against your hand, your walls clenching around the toy.
Your words sent Ethan into a stuttering mess as he blushed furiously. ‘’I… Maybe a little,’’ he uttered out, his cock still in his fist.
‘’Well, come on in.’’ You patted the space on your bed. ‘’Do you think you could help me finish?’’
Summary: Will's birthday party brings back some familiar faces and gives Eddie the perfect opportunity to make amends with Corroded Coffin, but an unexpected interruption might have him hurtling towards his old ways.
Warnings: some dirty talk (18+ only just in case), drinking/drunkenness (everyone is over 21), pregnancy and labor complications, mentions of past bullying
WC: 8.2k
Chapter 14/20
Divider credit to @saradika
Special shoutout to @storiesbyrhi and @corroded-hellfire for helping with the fluffy sections and making this piece strong.
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Afternoons at Hawkins Preschool are predictable: storytime on the carpet is followed by the kids’ pack-up routine, and once all belongings are shoved into their proper backpacks, they file out the door to go home.
Predictable is good. It’s safe. And it certainly doesn’t include a fire drill half an hour before dismissal.
Herding nine children through the bustling hallways and trying to ensure no one is left behind is overwhelming enough. Factor in the ear-splitting alarm and the surge of adrenaline pulsing through your students once they re-enter your classroom, and you’ve got the perfect recipe for chaos.
Instead of fighting a losing battle to keep the kids calm and quiet, you’d opted to plunk them down with myriad art supplies and called it a day.
Now, after the last student had been picked up, you and Will are left cleaning the mess they’d made. Broken crayons are scattered across the tabletops, there’s Play-Doh of various colors stuck to the floor, and gold glitter—when did you even acquire glitter?—dusts every surface.
“Seriously…who thought that that timing was a good idea?” Will grumbles, tossing a Crayola stub into the crayon basket. He adopts a nasal, mocking tone. “‘What would help out our teachers? Oh, I know—let’s interrupt their dismissal routines!’”
You laugh despite your own exhaustion. Somehow, you’ll have to muster up the energy to tutor Harris tonight.
Will reaches into the cupboard to grab his car keys, turning back around with a smile that he only offers you when he needs something. “Could I ask you for a little favor?”
There it is. “How little?” You cock one brow as you clip a stack of papers together.
“Eensy weensy. Miniscule. Microscopic–”
“The more you say it, the less I believe you.”
“Okay, okay,” Will acquiesces, twirling his keyring around his forefinger. “So, for my birthday thing on Saturday…a bunch of my childhood friends are gonna be there. Mike, Dustin, Suzie, Lucas, Max, Jane…” he lists them, ticking off each name on his fingers. “Anyway, I was hoping that maybe you could talk to Eddie about a Corroded Coffin reunion? I know they’re on a hiatus or whatever, but if anyone can convince him to play, it’s you.”
He’s not wrong; you’re the most likely person to get Eddie to do, well, anything. But asking him to make amends with Danny and Gareth and getting their band to play a gig three days from now seems like a mountainous task.
Will is staring at you, hands clasped together pleadingly. He’s too optimistic for his own good, and you can’t help but give in.
“Fine, I’ll try. But–hey, don’t get excited yet,” you warn when he pumps his fist in celebration. “‘Try’ is the key word here. I’m not making any promises.”
Your admonition goes unheeded as Will already considers it a victory. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You give him a small, tight-lipped wave as he dashes out the door. You and Eddie were already planning to attend the party; you’d spent part of last night scouring an art store for the perfect gift. And he and Jeff were back to being thick as thieves…maybe this could work.
“All right, Mr. Harris,” you say with a laugh, hurriedly placing tiles of various shapes in front of him. You need to make the most of the few minutes you have left until Eddie arrives. There’s a soft, familiar flutter in your stomach as you think about seeing your boyfriend, but you know you can’t compete with him for Harris’s attention. “Can you find the…trapezoid?” The inflection in your voice makes it sound like a much more exciting task than it really is, and you hope it’s enough to wrangle his focus.
Harris pokes out his tiny pink tongue as he assesses the tiles. He initially reaches for the blue rhombus, but as soon as his little finger touches it, he pulls away as though it’s on fire. “No…that’s not it.” You tuck your lips into your mouth to suppress your amusement as he thoughtfully taps his forefinger on his lips. A solid ten seconds pass before he triumphantly snatches up the correct tile. “Got it!” he beams, showing off the red trapezoid in his hand.
“You did! You got the trapezoid!” You hold up your hand for a high-five, frowning when he shakes his head. His overgrown curls brush along his eyebrows, and you wonder if it’s your place to suggest that Eddie take him for a haircut. “No high-five?”
“Nuh-uh,” Harris protests, now swiveling his whole body in defiance. “I want…tickles!” He holds his arms out, leaving his torso wide open.
Lips pursed in faux consideration, you lower your voice to a hushed whisper. “Hmm…I think that warrants a visit from the Tickle Monster!” You flex your fingers so they resemble claws; he instinctively scrunches up in anticipation, arms tucked into his stomach. You let out your silliest wicked cackle as your fingers dig mercilessly into his sides in pursuit of his most ticklish spots. Delighted peals of laughter emanate from his chest, and you don’t stop until the buzzer rings, signaling Eddie’s arrival.
Harris’s eyes get wide, mischief dancing behind his pupils. “Do you think the Tickle Monster should get Daddy?” he asks, keeping his voice low despite it only being the two of you.
“Oh, absolutely.” You buzz Eddie in while formulating the game plan aloud. “I’ll grab the pizza and you go on the attack. Once the food is secured, I’ll join you.” You stick out your pinky, and he wraps his own around it.
“Ms. Sweetheart?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
His words turn your heart into a chocolate chip cookie fresh out of the oven, ooey gooey and destined to crumble if handled too harshly. “I love you, too, Harris,” you manage, blinking back embarrassing tears. The flood of emotion is absurd; he probably tells his stuffed animals that he loves them with the same fervor, but you can’t deny the adoration with which he looks at you.
He flings his arms around you in a hug, squeezing tight. Face pressed to your ribs, his words are muffled but still audible when he says, “I don’t know why Daddy says it’s hard to say ‘I love you.’”
He doesn’t have time to further elaborate before Eddie’s knocking on the door. “Special delivery for my two favorite people!” Your heart beats faster with the knowledge that he’s on the other side, that you’ll be able to sneak in a kiss or two.
You and Harris share devious grins, the little boy emulating your monster-esque stance from earlier. He creeps behind you on his tiptoes, and bites back a giggle when you slowly open the door, counting down from three under your breath.
“Hi–whoa!” Eddie stumbles back as Harris barrels into him, little fingers dancing across his lower stomach. You quickly snatch the pizza box from Eddie’s grasp and place it on the table before darting back to where his son has ambushed him. You start on his bicep and let your nails travel upwards until they reach the crook of his neck.
“I’m under attack!” Eddie yelps, twitching this way and that way in a meager attempt to protect himself. “I bring you pizza and this is how I’m repaid?” He easily scoops Harris into his arms, flinging him over his shoulder. Harris lets out an exhilarated squeal, carelessly kicking his sock-clad feet into his dad’s chest. “Jesus, little dude. You’re getting too strong.” Wincing slightly from the pinch in his back as he places the boy on the floor, he gives his tush a little pat and tells him to wash up for dinner, reminding him to use soap and water.
As soon as Harris scampers off into the bathroom, Eddie’s grabbing you by the belt loops of the wide-leg jeans you’d changed into when you got home. One hand slides around your waist and the other finds purchase on your cheek as he kisses you deeply, keeping a listening ear out for the telltale pitter-patter of Harris returning.
“Missed you,” he murmurs into your mouth, and you shiver at the intimacy this closeness brings.
You laugh quietly, biting your lower lip. “We just saw each other this morning,” you remind him, sneaking in another quick peck.
Eddie shakes his head. “Y’know what I mean. Can’t do this while you’re on the clock,” he counters, shifting his grip so both hands rest on either side of your face. You think he’s going to kiss you again, but he just gazes into your eyes. “Shit, you’re so fuckin’ pretty. Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you today.” He rests the slope of his nose on yours, only snapping out of his trance at the sound of Harris rapidly switching the faucet on and off. “Let me go check on him before this place is underwater,” he whispers, giving your own ass a smack as he shuffles towards his mischievous son, a cheeky grin deepening his dimples.
You do your best to compose yourself, heat creeping up your neck and into your face. Busying yourself by placing pizza slices onto paper plates does little to distract you; it’s as though every neuron is dedicated to flooding your brain with Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.
The way the pads of his fingertips brush against your cheeks when he holds your face. The plush moisture of his lips when he kisses your forehead. The tickle of his brown tresses when he nuzzles into you and takes a deep breath, finally able to relax after a long day.
“Are you expecting a guest?” Eddie pipes up from the kitchen entrance. A perplexed frown overtakes your lips until he gestures to what you’ve laid out in front of you: four slices of pizza, two plain and two with olives, on four plates.
Your vision gets a bit fuzzy with tears when you realize what you’ve done. “No, it’s, um…” Nostrils flare as you huff out a short puff of air, hot under your nose. “Force of habit, sorry.” You’ve been so diligent about only serving three slices, but your preoccupation with his touch had your mind drifting from the task at hand.
It takes him a moment to process what you mean, but when he does, his face falls. It was for Grandma. “It’s okay,” he says, cringing as the words leave his mouth. Because it’s not okay that you’re sad; it’s normal, but frustration still tugs at his heart that he can’t take it away.
It feels wrong to return the slice to the box, so you leave it where it is. Eddie balances the three plates, sliding a plain one in front of Harris. The boy digs in hungrily, sauce caught on the edges of his smile.
“How was work?” you ask Eddie, grabbing a napkin from the pile in the center of the table. It’s a simple question, one that people ask each other all the time, but it stirs up a warmth inside of him. It’s you asking him, fostering a domestic routine that he could follow for the rest of his life. He’d walk through the door of your house, wiping his shoes on the welcome mat you two had picked out together. The kids–Harris, plus another Little Munson or two–would practically knock him down trying to greet him, and he’d engulf them in bear hugs before reaching out to you, kissing your forehead with a murmured, “there’s my girl.”
“Eds?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah, it was good.” He stumbles over the words, trying to clear his head of the fantasy he’d conjured up. “Lotsa paperwork, y’know.” He takes a bite of pizza, chewing thoughtfully. “What about you?”
You shrug, watching amusedly as Harris sinks his teeth into his slice and manages to pull all of the cheese off of the crust in one fell swoop. “The usual. The kids are learning about springtime, so Will decided to do a craft making flowers using finger paint and their handprints.”
“Sounds messy.”
“Oh, absolutely,” you agree with a weary grin, “but it was super cute, and Will is great with all that art stuff.” You excuse yourself from the table to get the water pitcher and three glasses, stopping when you remember your TA’s request. “He also asked me if a certain local metal band could play his birthday party on Saturday…?”
Eddie pauses mid-chew, nearly choking on his food. The cheese seems to congeal in his mouth when he tries to speak. “Um, I don’t know about that,” he finally manages, nervously massaging the back of his neck. “I haven’t talked to Danny or Gareth since…”
“I know, but you said you wanted to make things right with them,” you point out. “Maybe Jeff can test the waters? See if they’re ready to talk to you?”
“Maybe.” He averts his gaze, staring at the pizza slice without taking another bite.
You don’t want to further push the subject in Harris’s presence; instead, you turn your attention to the little boy. “Anything fun happen at school today, Har?”
“Nah,” he responds automatically just a half-second before his eyes light up. “Actually, yeah! My friend Charlie ate a bug at recess today!”
“Ew!” you exclaim, wrinkling your nose in pure disgust, as Eddie simultaneously poses the question, “what kind of bug?”
“An ant,” Harris answers his dad nonchalantly, as though ant-eating is an everyday occurrence. Perhaps it is, which is even more unsettling.
“Did you eat any bugs?” You’re afraid of his response; you’re unsure why you even asked in the first place.
To your relief, he shakes his head, a forlorn look on his cherubic face. “No, I couldn’t catch any in time.”
“Thank God for small miracles,” you mutter, turning back to your original task of getting something to drink. Though if the topic of bug consumption continues, you’ll need something much stronger than water.
Could Corroded Coffin play again?
It’s a thought that consumes Eddie for the entirety of his drive home, barely able to listen to Harris yammering about how there’s a coin in his jacket pocket that he doesn’t remember putting there. He throws a few lackluster mhms his son’s way and hopes he’s too distracted by the mystery coin to catch on.
We’re getting the band back together. Well, if Jake and Elwood Blues could swing it, maybe he could, too.
He waits until Harris is asleep to call Jeff. Getting his son to do his bedtime routine is easiest on Wednesday nights; he’s usually exhausted after a full day of school and tutoring. The one time that Eddie could use an excuse to procrastinate, Harris is out like a light.
Go to voicemail go to voicemail go to—
“‘Lo?”
Shit. “H-Hey, man,” Eddie begins awkwardly. “How’s it going? Viv doing okay?”
“We’re good. She’s ready to have this baby already. I reminded her, ‘just two more weeks,’ but then she told me to ‘fuck off’ until I’m the pregnant one, so…” he chuckles, more nervous than amused. “Everything good with you? Harris?”
“Yeah, we’re fine. Just, um,” he struggles to find the words, blurting out the first ones that enter his brain. They come out in a rush before he can stop them. “Do Gareth and Danny still hate me?”
Jeff takes a sharp breath in; his reaction does nothing to temper Eddie’s nerves. “They never hated you. They were just…disappointed? Jesus, I sound like my mom.”
Eddie misses his friend’s anecdote, too wrapped up in his head to fully pay attention. Somehow, disappointed stings worse than the prospect of being hated, especially when the people he’s let down are ones who used to idolize him. “Do you think there’s a way they could be…undisappointed in me? Like, enough to forgive me and maybe play a gig this weekend?”
There’s an extended pause, and then a one-word response: “Christ.”
Eddie can picture Jeff rubbing his eyes in exasperation, and he scrambles to explain. “Will Byers–you remember him? He was in Hellfire; had that weird bowl cut thing going on?”
“Mhm.”
“He’s having a birthday thing at the Hideout on Saturday and asked if we could play. Just a coupla songs.”
Jeff thinks for a moment; Eddie can hear him drumming his fingers on a nearby surface.
“Why don’t you come over tomorrow night around…6?” he ventures. “I’ll invite the guys and we can…I dunno, figure something out.”
“Thanks, man. I owe you.” He’s about to hang up when he remembers to ask, “Can I bring Harris?”
“Of course.”
“Har, slow down!” Eddie’s barely unbuckled his son’s car seat before Harris has wriggled out of the sedan, bolting straight for Jeff’s door.
“But I haven’t seen Uncle Danny and Uncle Gareth in forever!” he laments, reaching the house far faster than Eddie. He stands on tiptoes and rings the doorbell like a madman, forefinger jamming into the button at warp speed. “Uncle Jeff! It’s me!”
Jeff opens the door with a huge smile. “Mini Munson!” He scoops the boy up into a hug. “What’s new with you, little dude?”
“I got a wiggly tooth!” Harris exclaims, jutting out his jaw and pressing his tongue against the front center of his mouth. Sure enough, the baby tooth moves slightly forward, and he giggles. “Daddy says the Tooth Fairy’s gonna come and leave me a dollar,” he matter-of-factly reports. He peeks his head over Jeff’s shoulder, squealing and squirming out of his grip when he spots the two men sitting on the couch. He flings himself onto the sofa and plunks himself down into Gareth’s lap. “Hi!”
“Hey, kiddo!” Gareth chirps. “You’re getting so big.”
“‘M five now. I had a birthday party because I turned five.” He splays out his palm to offer five fingers.
“Did your friends go?”
“Yup!” Harris beams at the memory. “An’ Daddy an’ Grampa Wayne an’ Ms. Sweetheart.”
Danny furrows his brows. “Who’s Ms. Sweetheart?”
“She’s my almost-mommy. Daddy has to fall in love with her first.”
“Is that so?” Gareth smirks at Eddie. His teasing look is the first crack in the wall that has separated the men for the last six months, and though Eddie is thoroughly embarrassed, it alleviates some of his anxiety.
“Uh, Har Bear, why don’t you go hang out with Auntie Viv while I talk with the guys?”
Viv holds out her left hand, looking utterly exhausted. Her right hand rests on her bump, eyes sending a telepathic message to Jeff that they have five minutes—ten minutes, if Harris behaves well—to come to a solution before she needs a break.
Silence filters into the room as Eddie fumbles to address the mess he’s made. If Danny and Gareth are here, they’re at least willing to listen to him, which is honestly farther than he’d assumed he’d get.
He remembers what Harris said about apologizing; technically, what you’d taught him about apologizing: the act of saying sorry, not merely implying it, makes a world of difference.
“I was an asshole,” he starts. It’s not his most eloquent statement, but it certainly gets the point across. “Not just that night at the Hideout, or at our last practice. I was an asshole for a long time before that. And…I’m sorry.” It feels good to say it; it feels even better that they’re nodding, seeming to believe him. “You guys didn’t deserve to be treated like that.”
Of the rest of the band, Gareth is the one to speak first. “I guess I’m just wondering, why? Why be an asshole to us? We’ve always been there for you.”
“I know.” Eddie fiddles with a thread hanging from his t-shirt, pulling on it until it snaps off. He shoves it in his jeans pocket, not wanting to mess up Jeff and Viv’s place. “Honestly…I’m not sure, but I think it’s because you guys are everything I’m not.”
“What are you talking about?” Danny asks, tone heavy with disbelief.
“In high school, I was the one you looked up to. The person you wanted to be like. And then I had a kid with some random chick I thought I knew but barely did, gave up my dreams of being a musician, and started selling weed again just to scrape by. And here you guys are. Jeff,” he motions to the friend leaning against the sofa’s arm, “you have a baby on the way with the love of your life. And all of you have goddamn college degrees and jobs that you don’t despise and don’t require you to hide from the law.” He shoves his ringed fingers into his jacket pockets, lowering his voice to barely above a whisper. “And I was nothing.”
Gareth scratches at the upholstery with one finger, absorbing everything he’s just heard. “You know we never stopped looking up to you, right?” He gives a short laugh when Eddie’s eyes widen. “Yeah, man. Leaving Chicago so you could take care of Harris? Putting your kid before yourself? That’s pretty badass.”
Danny nods. “Ed, if there’s someone here to look up to, it’s you.” Both he and Eddie visibly relax. Shoulders drop from their hunched positions, thin lips unfurling into smiles. “No matter what you went through, you never gave up. Even if it almost killed us,” he adds wryly, referring to all of the sleep-deprived Corroded Coffin practices fueled by black coffee and pure adrenaline.
“No fancy diploma can teach us how to stand up for ourselves, or how not to take shit from people, or how to be a dad,” Jeff pipes up from where he’s standing. “We learn from you, man.”
Eddie’s cheeks burn at the compliments, unsure how to accept them. He’d walked in expecting to have to beg for forgiveness, and they were the ones reassuring him. It’s now or never, and he forges ahead while he still has the courage. “Do you…can we get the band back together?” Can we be friends again is the underlying plea, but it’s too vulnerable a statement to make. “We’ll keep it low-key, I promise. Work, family, anything comes up…we can cancel or reschedule. And I won’t be a dick about it.”
The three other men look at one another, nod and turn back to Eddie with smart grins and mischievous glimmers in their eyes.
“On one condition.” Gareth crosses his arms over his chest, smirking as he sinks back against the couch. “You tell us all about this ‘Ms. Sweetheart.’”
The Hideout, normally dingy and coated in a film of sticky ale, has been decked out for Will’s birthday party. Helium-filled balloons in every color bob along the low ceiling, vibrating with the thumping bass of the old sound system. Crepe paper streamers–purple, Will’s favorite color–sway gently with the air that rushes in from opening the door. This has to be Marshall’s handiwork, and it brings a smile to your face. If anyone deserves a partner who fawns over him, it’s Will.
You spot him surrounded by a group of people as the bartender slides a row of tequila shots across the bar and into their eager hands. While they’re distracted by alcohol, you take the opportunity to dart towards the backstage area.
Eddie’s there, digging around for his lucky pick. You wrap your arms around his waist, fingers pressed into the soft dough of his tummy.
“Hey, Rockstar,” you murmur against his neck, kissing just below his earlobe.
He turns around, jaw dropping when he sees you in a maroon slip dress. The heels on your feet have you two inches taller than usual, and he has to shift where his gaze normally lands to meet your eyes.
“Fuckin’ Christ, baby,” Eddie practically growls, kissing you deeply. One hand presses against the small of your back while the other grabs the plush of your ass, kneading it in his palm. “You’re so fuckin’ sexy. How’m I gonna go out there and play with you looking like that?”
“I’ll make it worth your while.” You giggle when he offers up a bemused smile. “If you do a good job tonight, I’ll give you a reward.” You let your fingertips graze over the metal teeth of his pants zipper, feeling him twitch at your light touch.
“You’re dangerous,” he winks, delivering another kiss; this time, he gives your lower lip a little bite when he pulls away. His kohl-rimmed eyes draw you in just as they did that first night you’d met, but now you dive into them without the fear of drowning.
A tactful “ahem” from the now-open doorway startles both you and Eddie, having been floating in an embrace that’s equal parts comfort and desire.
“Sorry to interrupt the lovefest, but we’re on in five,” a man’s voice calls from the doorway. You turn around to see the other three Corroded Coffin members standing there, amusement evident in their expressions.
“You must be Ms. Sweetheart,” one of the guys, soft curls resting atop his head, pipes up. His tone is teasing, but not mocking; the nickname is said with admiration and affection. “I’m Gareth, by the way.”
“Danny,” the one with tight, wiry curls offers, giving a small wave.
Jeff just shrugs. “You know me.”
Eddie grabs his guitar, slinging the strap across his body. His pants’ fly is tight, and he wills himself to calm down before it’s time to perform. He hasn’t worried about being hard on stage since he was nineteen, but thoughts of your bodies perfectly melding into each other has him subtly adjusting himself as he turns his back to his bandmates.
“See ya out there, baby,” he says before pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. The brief contact between you has you biting your tongue in self-beration for suggesting that the band play tonight. All you want is to dance with him, allowing the steady flow of alcohol to dull your inhibitions as you pull him impossibly close. Not caring who sees or what they think.
But this night isn’t about you or Eddie. It’s about Will, your TA-turned-friend who has kept you sane amidst your adorably chaotic students and their decidedly less adorable and more chaotic parents. He wanted Corroded Coffin to play his party, and that’s the least you could do for him.
Will’s already teetering between tipsy and inebriated, breath tinged with the scent of tequila as he introduces you to his friends.
“This is my amazing boyfriend, Marshall.” He smacks a wet kiss to the man’s cheek. “And these are my friends from growing up: Dustin and Suzie, Lucas and Max, and Mike and Jane.” His face melts into a sappy grin as he leans on Marshall to hold him up. “You guys! We’re all in looooove!”
“Jesus Christ,” Dustin mutters, rolling his eyes and shaking his head before turning his attention back to you. “Can we get you something to drink?”
Will raises his empty glass. “I’ll take another–”
“Not you.”
You manage to sneak in a quick conversation with Max, Suzie, and Jane before Corroded Coffin starts their set. Max is finishing up her Masters in English literature at New York University, set to graduate in two months. Suzie programs for NASA, and though Florida is a far cry from her home state of Utah, she loves her job. And Jane is a social worker at a local adoption agency, the cause close to her heart, as she was adopted by Chief Hopper years ago.
“Damn,” you laugh, taking a small sip of your vodka soda. You’re having so much fun that you don’t even care that it’s been watered down. “You’re all such badasses!”
Your admiration of their collective girl power is cut short by the sound of Corroded Coffin taking the stage. It’s as though they’d never taken an extended break; just picked up right where they left off. You cheer so loudly that there’s a pinch in your throat, but you push past it. It’s more than applause. There’s so much tucked away in your yell: I’m proud of you; you’re a rockstar; you’re my person forever, if you’ll have me.
“Hello, Hawkins!” Eddie bellows into the mic. There’s no missing the grin on his face. He’s happy. He’s in his element. He’s where he belongs.
“No way!” Lucas exclaims, awestruck as he turns to Will.
“Dude, you got Corroded Coffin?” Mike mirrors his friend’s excitement. He slings an arm around Will’s shoulder and pulls him in for a side hug. “This is fuckin’ awesome!”
“The first song of the night goes out to our guest of honor, Will Byers!” Everyone hoots and hollers as Eddie plays the opening chords to The Clash’s Should I Stay or Should I Go. Eddie told you he remembered that the song was one of Will’s favorites growing up; his older brother had gotten him into the band. Sure enough, Will’s bopping to the rhythm, singing every word, albeit quite off-key.
Corroded Coffin plays a few more songs from their usual setlist, nerves dissipating with each note, before Eddie speaks into the mic again.
“This next one is for my beautiful girlfriend,” he announces, eyes gazing into yours. “Baby, if my teachers looked like you, I actually would’ve gone to class.”
He nods at Gareth, who starts playing an incredibly complicated beat. As soon as you hear it, you feel your cheeks heat up. The rest of the guys join in on their own instruments, and Eddie oozes bravado as he sings.
“T-Teacher stop that screamin’
Teacher don’t you see
Don’t wanna be no uptown fool.”
Max leans in to you and whisper-shouts, “I’ve known Eddie for years, and I’ve never seen him so…happy.”
Lucas overhears his girlfriend and adds his two cents. “That’s because we’ve never seen him in love.”
Warmth spreads all over your body, but it’s not from embarrassment. Allowing yourself to believe that Eddie loves you—is in love with you—opens a door you’d deadbolted until the time was right. You hadn’t wanted to rush things, but the jolt of exhilaration following Lucas’s statement means you can’t deny it any longer: you love Eddie Munson. You’re in love with Eddie Munson.
“Got it bad, got it bad, got it bad
I'm hot for teacher
I've got it bad, so bad
I'm hot for teacher.”
Will takes the opportunity to twirl you around, and you laugh as you spin amongst new friends, your drink threatening to spill over the sides as he turns you faster.
“Hey! Thank you, by the way!” he shouts, probably a bit louder than he needs to.
“For what?”
“For getting Corroded Coffin to play!” He jerks a thumb towards the stage, stumbling a bit as he does. He’d managed to sneak another tequila shot when his boyfriend left him unattended to use the restroom, and it definitely shows. “And for, like, being there for me.”
You give him a hug, immediately understanding the full implication of his statement. “I’ll always have your back,” you promise, filled with the mingled buzzes of alcohol and belonging.
“I think of all the education that I've missed
But then my homework was never quite like this!”
Eddie jumps off of the tiny stage and into the crowd of nine twenty-somethings, each at various levels of tipsiness, and reaches for you to pull you close to him. He’s sweating from constantly moving around and the stage lights, his fingers slick with perspiration as he laces them with yours. Jeff picks up the rhythm for the lead guitar while Eddie kisses you, soft and slow and sensual. He loses himself for a moment before hopping back up to join the rest of the band.
As Corroded Coffin wraps up their Van Halen cover and stops for a quick sip of water, there’s a small commotion behind the bar.
“Is there a Jeff Reynolds here?” the bartender calls out, phone receiver in hand.
Jeff gives a little wave, eyebrows raised in surprise. “That’s me.”
“Someone named Jess on the line? Says your girl is in labor and you need to get to the hospital.”
“Holy shit!” Danny claps a hand to Jeff’s back and grins. “C’mon, man! Let’s get you outta here!”
Jeff freezes up; hands clammy as he grips the guitar’s neck. “Can you drive?” he asks Eddie.
Eddie recognizes the fear in his friend’s voice. The selfish part of him wants to refuse to take Jeff to Hawkins General. He could easily plant his feet on the stage and keep playing, claiming that ‘the show must go on.’
No, he silently chastises himself, Jeff needs me. He needs me and I’ll be damned if I let him down again.
“Of course,” Eddie says, trying to force a relaxed disposition. It doesn’t matter; Jeff is too overwhelmed to notice the obvious effort.
“Take my car,” you offer, keys already dangling from your fingertips. “Eds, I can take yours and pick up Harris from Wayne’s tomorrow.” It’s easier to swap rides than to uninstall and reinstall the carseat, so you’re perplexed when Eddie shakes his head.
Two words slip through his lips, soft but pronounced: “Need you.”
Dustin catches wind of the situation and insists on watching Harris until you and Eddie can come back home, claiming he needs to squeeze in as much uncle-nephew bonding time as possible before returning to Florida.
“Henderson, it’s late; don’t let him stay up,” Eddie warns as he tosses over his car keys.
Dustin tries catching them in one hand, but they hit the center of his palm and fall to the ground. “But the best part of being an uncle is breaking the rules!” he laughs as he scoops the keys off of the floor. “By the way, I’m not drunk; just a shit baseball player.” Still, Eddie’s sigh of relief is audible when Suzie plucks the keyring from Dustin’s hand.
With Harris taken care of, you turn your attention to your boyfriend. Eddie’s face is flushed pale, and you’re worried about him behind the wheel. “Want me to drive?”
He nods and grabs onto your hand as you lead the two men to your car. Eddie’s doing his best to keep Jeff calm, reminding him that the doctors and nurses have everything under control until he gets there.
“I’m gonna be a dad,” Jeff murmurs, a disbelieving chuckle permeating the otherwise silent car. “Holy shit.”
Eddie can’t help but smile back. “It only gets crazier from here.”
The bright lights of the hospital’s waiting room are anything but soothing, especially compared to the dimly-lit bar you’d just left. You speak to the receptionist, an older woman with a tired smile and red-rouged cheeks, explaining the situation as she pages Jess while Jeff and Eddie take a seat.
Jeff’s voice is nearly impossible to hear despite the stillness of the room. “The baby was breech at Viv’s last appointment.” He clocks Eddie’s confusion and elaborates. “Feet first, instead of the head. If they didn’t get into the right position and the doctors can’t, I dunno, flip ‘em around? They’ll have to do a c-section.” Long overdue tears spill over his lash line, and he makes no attempt to swipe them away. “I just wanna fix it and I can’t.”
Helplessness. It’s a feeling Eddie knows all too well. He spins a ring around his finger, exhaling softly as he considers a response. He can’t say it’ll be alright, because he has no idea whether or not it will be. He and Jeff both know that.
“No matter what, I’m here for you.” Eddie’s gaze flits over to the receptionist’s desk, where Jess has now arrived and is waving her brother-in-law over. “You’re up.”
But Jeff remains in his chair, hands shoved under his thighs as though they’re glued to the seat. “I…I don’t know if I can do this. What if something happens to Viv or the baby? How can I…?” He doesn’t allow himself to complete the sentence, to finish the thought.
Instinctively, Eddie puts his hands on Jeff’s shoulders. He can feel them trembling slightly as his friend heaves another shaky breath. “Listen to me. You’re gonna do this. You’re gonna go in that room and watch your girl give birth to your baby. Because if you don’t, you’re gonna regret it for the rest of your fuckin’ life.” He glances around and lowers his voice. “I know you’re scared, okay? I get it. And once your kid is safely here, we can talk about it. But right now, you need to pull it together and go be a goddamn dad.”
Jeff nods, finally acquiring the physical stability to stand. “Thank you,” he whispers, clearing his throat and wiping the wet stains from his cheeks. He starts towards Jess before turning back to Eddie. “Could you stay until the baby’s born? If you have to get home to Harris, I understand…”
There it is: his out. He can easily use his son as an excuse, despite the fact that Dustin and Suzie were perfectly capable of babysitting him. He can hightail it out of here and never look back. He can crawl into bed and feel sorry for himself for having to step foot in a godforsaken maternity ward again.
“Yeah. I can stay.”
Nearly an hour passes with Eddie’s head resting on your shoulder, relaying what Jeff told him. Identical knots form in your stomachs as the seriousness of the complications sets in. You don’t say a word as he speaks; you just try to shift without disturbing him. The cushion on the chair back, worn thin, digs into you uncomfortably, but you don’t dare move too much. His vulnerability is a deer that will scamper away at the slightest startle.
You think he’s fallen asleep until you feel his soft lips on your cheek, a muffled, “mine?” against your skin. You note his phrasing; it’s careful and unsure, a symptom of being in his own head for far too long.
“Of course I’m yours,” you whisper back, pressing a kiss to his scalp. “What’s got you asking such silly questions?”
“I don’t like this.” It’s an answer and non-answer all in one.
“Being in a hospital?”
He shakes his head, frizzed curls tickling the crook of your neck. His forehead is sticky with cooled perspiration. “Waiting to see if the baby is okay.”
The realization hits you like a punch to the stomach, immediately hollowing you out. The last time he went through this, it was when Harris was being born. You can’t think of anything to say, so you just nuzzle in closer to him and exhale.
“Why do I feel like this?” Neither of you are sure if he’s asking you, himself, or the universe. “‘S not the same. Viv’s not using drugs; Jeff stuck around the whole time…”
“Doesn’t matter. That’s not how this stuff works, y’know?” You adjust your position so you can look into his eyes. The whites are stained red with worry and exhaustion. “Your gig got interrupted, just like when Harris was born. And there's uncertainty now, too. It’s normal for these kinds of memories to get dredged up.” Your palm rests on his cheek, thumb gently stroking the skin as you ask, “can you try to get some sleep?”
“But what if Jeff needs—”
“I’ll wake you up if he needs you,” you reassure him, settling back into the chair. You lean your head against the wall; the heaviness in your eyelids battles the anxious fluttering in your stomach, but it seems as though sleep is winning.
Eddie’s hand finds your forearm, rubbing up and down the gooseflesh that has appeared courtesy of the air conditioning blasting through the building. Shrugging off his jacket and resting the leather fabric over your shoulders, he can relax once he’s reassured that you’re comfortable. He assumes his previous position, using your shoulder as a pillow and falling asleep gradually, body jostling itself awake from the unfamiliar sleeping arrangement. Eventually, you can hear his soft snores; for the first time tonight, he’s peaceful.
You could tell him now, a whisper under your breath that he’s unlikely to hear. I love you, Eddie. I’m in love with you. Your lips part in anticipation, but you snap them shut. You’re delirious and overwhelmed; Lucas’s throwaway comment about Eddie being in love is rattling around your brain. If you say it and Eddie hears you…
You keep it to yourself for now, letting your body rest while still supporting Eddie’s head. Tomorrow is a new day, with a new life brought into the world. Love—if that’s even what this is—will have to wait until then.
The soft pink of breaking daylight streams through the windows when Jeff wakes Eddie up six hours later, shaking him by the shoulders.
“What the fuck?” Eddie grumbles, wiping the sleep from his eyes. When he registers where he is and the potential urgency of the situation, he sits up straight, head filling with fuzziness from the sudden movement. He wouldn’t call the evening restful, but he’d managed to doze off for longer than he’d expected.
“It’s a girl!” Jeff announces, beaming from ear to ear. He’s bouncing on the balls of his feet, bursting with enthusiasm and emotion.
As soon as Eddie’s vision clears, he’s on his feet and pulling his best friend in for a giant hug. When he steps back, he realizes that he and Jeff sport matching misty eyes. “Dude, you’re officially a dad now. You have a daughter!”
“I have a daughter,” Jeff repeats incredulously. His eyes cloud with tears, and he blinks them away as he peers over at the empty seat next to Eddie. “Did your lady go home?”
Eddie swivels around, so caught up in the moment that he hadn’t realized he was alone. She left. She left without me; she didn’t want to stick around and deal with–
“Did Viv have the baby?” Your excited voice penetrates through his intrusive thoughts as you stroll in from the hallway. The makeup around your eyes is smudged; you’d tried to wipe some of it off in the bathroom, but water and thin hospital paper towels are no substitute for makeup wipes. “Sorry, I had to pee.”
Eddie smiles at the sight of you, still wearing his jacket. He hopes his sigh of relief is concealed by Jeff’s exuberance. “A girl. Six pounds, ten ounces.” He shoves his hands in his pockets. “Wanna meet her?”
“Of course!” You and Eddie begin following him down the corridor. “Wait, is Viv feeling up to having visitors?” You’re mildly ashamed to admit that, in your eagerness, you’d forgotten about the baby being breech and the possible c-section.
Jeff nods. “I think my daughter’s gonna be a gymnast, ‘cause she’d flipped herself back around between the appointment and last night.”
There’s no masking Jeff’s pride when he says my daughter, and it makes Eddie want to hug him again. “That’s amazing,” he murmurs. There’s a small pang in his heart, a bead of resentment that Harris’s birth didn’t go so smoothly, but it’s unimportant right now. His best friend just became a father, and he refuses to let his own hang-ups take away from this moment.
“Hi,” you whisper when Jeff opens the door to room 1007. Viv is propped up against pillows, exhausted but happier than she’s ever been before. Your gaze is immediately drawn to the hours-old bundle in her arms. “How are you?”
“Sore,” she replies truthfully, brushing her forefinger against her baby’s closed fist, “but the epidural was a lifesaver.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” you tease, unaware that your words have Eddie’s heart skipping a beat at the idea of you bearing a little Munson. “Is it okay if I hold her?” You don’t want to intrude on the new mother’s bonding time, but your insides turn to mush when the baby opens her tiny lips and yawns.
Viv carefully places the newborn in your arms, and you gingerly adjust to support her head. Eddie swears that you holding a baby, in that dress, wearing his jacket, is the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. “Did Jeff tell you her name?” Viv asks, stifling a yawn. When you and Eddie both shake your heads, she smiles and glances at her partner.
He clears his throat, suddenly bashful. Eddie forces himself to tear his gaze from the way you smile and coo at the baby and look over at Jeff. “Her name is Nicolette,” he starts, “but that’s a big name for a little girl, so we figured we can call her Ettie, and she’ll kinda…share a nickname with you.”
Eddie’s eyes go wide, convinced he heard incorrectly. “You…I’m her namesake?”
“Mhm,” Jeff confirms, the grin never leaving his face. What neither you nor Eddie know is that they had had a different name picked out, and had fully intended on using it until the first time Jeff held their daughter. It filled him with a feeling of wholeness, of being complete, and it strangely had him thinking of his best friend. Without Eddie taking him under his wing, he might not even be here to experience this.
It was only by chance that he had stumbled upon Hellfire Club during his freshman year. He was running from Billy Hargrove and his posse, who were determined to beat the hell out of him simply because they could, and had ducked into the drama room to protect himself. Eddie had taken one look at his face and immediately recognized the expression of fear and defeat from being incessantly bullied. “You know how to play Dungeons & Dragons?” he’d asked, and when Jeff had managed a nod, he’d pulled up a chair and motioned for him to sit down.
Being Eddie’s friend, being part of something, gave him a reason to keep going. To live. And in that instant, he vowed to teach his child to extend kindness toward any misfits who need a place to be themselves.
“What about Nicolette?” he’d asked Viv. “Ettie for short.”
You turn to Eddie now, continuing the steady rocking rhythm that keeps Baby Ettie calm. “What do you say, Mr. Namesake? Wanna hold her?”
There’s a brief flash of panic that floods through his veins; he hasn’t held a newborn since Harris. He’d always worried about dropping him or tripping and falling. Truth be told, he was terrified until his son could hold his own head up.
It’s similar, but not the same, he reminds himself, shuffling even closer to you so you can safely transition Ettie into his arms. She stirs slightly in her swaddle but doesn’t cry.
“Hey, little lady,” he says, a delicate smile dancing on his lips. “I’m your Uncle Eddie. The coolest uncle you’ll ever have, for the record.”
“Harris is gonna love her,” you add, heart swelling at the imagery of him cuddling up to his newest cousin.
“Babe?” Viv pipes up from the bed. “Can you grab me something to eat? ‘M starving.”
“Yeah, of course.” Jeff turns to Eddie. “Come with me? I think Viv needs to feed Ettie, anyway.”
Viv extends her arms and Eddie begrudgingly hands the baby to her. Ettie’s so adorable and small, and it makes him yearn for the days when Harris was that little. Maybe not the sleepless nights or the lack of head control, but the scent of baby powder, the toothless smiles, the way he would fall asleep in Eddie’s arms to whatever song happened to be on the radio. Harris Munson might have been the only infant to be soothed by Twisted Sister.
The two men make their way to the hospital cafeteria, sneakers squeaking along the freshly-waxed linoleum tiles.
“I, um, I’m really proud of the way you stepped up for Viv,” Eddie says, eyes trained on the floor. “You’re a great partner. I feel like I should be taking notes.”
Jeff laughs, shaking his head. “That's where my expertise ends. I have no idea how this whole fatherhood thing works.”
“Wanna hear a secret?” Eddie leans in, shifting his weight onto one foot. He doesn’t wait for his friend’s response to divulge, “none of us do. We’re just…” he waves his hand aimlessly, “…figuring it out as we go.” And making plenty of mistakes along the way, he silently adds.
“I don’t know how you did this alone,” Jeff puffs out an incredulous breath. “I mean, I know you had Wayne’s help…” he trails off, not needing to further elaborate on the missing parent.
“Yeah, me either, man. I’m just glad I’m not alone anymore.”
Jeff stops walking, turning to face him. There’s the unmistakable look of pride that manages to make itself prominent despite his evident exhaustion as he says, “You really want this with her, don’t you?”
“Yeah, man,” Eddie chuckles. “It’s like, for the first time, I’m not just thinking about just me or just Harris. I’m thinking about us as a family.” The dinnertime conversations, the gentle ribbings, the tenderness that seamlessly weaves itself into vulnerable conversations.
“She’s good for you,” Jeff agrees. “And you love her.”
“I mean, I—”
“That was a statement, not a question. You love her.”
And in a single breath, Eddie lets go of the fear he’s been clutching to like a life preserver. The one thing he hasn’t allowed himself to say aloud because it makes it so real, so fucking real.
you help tom wash his dreads because they are dirty and poor boy is too sick to do it himself 😭.
warnings : fluff, swearing, friends bullying eachother (as a joke!!)
you had been in lockdown at the twins house for about 2 days now.
2 days ago before their mother left to get groceries she warned that it would rain, and that you and the boys could not go outside in the rain because you could catch a cold.
but when she left the house, all hell broke loose.
bill peered his head out of the downstairs window, watching as his moms car pulled out of the driveway onto the rocky street, the sound of the car agaisnt the gravel getting fainter as it left their neighborhood
"y/n, tom!! grab the rainboots now!! mom left!!" bill shouted upstairs to you and tom, who were in his room watching tv.
"hell yeah!!" tom shouted as he headed for the hall closet, throwing out 3 pairs of rainboots, one pair alot bigger than the others.
"here, y/n, you can wear our moms!" tom handed you the large boots,
"are you sure?" you said, studying the rain boots.
"yes im sure. now get them on so we can go outside!!" tom shouted, looking over to bill who was standing by the door with his rainboots already on.
"HURRY UP YOU TWO!!" shouted bill as he motioned for you to hurry up.
you quickly put on the boots and stumbled over your feet because of the too-large shoe size.
bill caught you by your shoulders before you fell, he looked up at you and smiled before patting you on the back and urging you and tom out of the door.
the three of you danced and laughed, jumping in the small puddle in the road, all while the rain absolutely soaked your clothes.
"guys come and watch me sing!" you heard bill shout.
you looked over to tom who was already walking towards bill
"okay you two sit there" bill pointed to a spot in the wet, muddy grass.
"bill, really? you get to dance on the pavement and we get put in the muddy grass?!" tom argued.
"yeah? what about it?!" bill shot back rolling his eyes in annoyance.
you were about to break them up when you saw a very familiar car pull into the twins driveway.
"GUYS!!" you shouted pointing at their moms car
they stopped and looked at the car, then their gazes shifted to you and you nodded.
"RUN!!" tom yelled.
you guys all ran to the front porch, all stumbling as you took your shoes off before pushing eachother through the front door.
the twins mom ran inside with the groceries behind you three, and apparently bill was lacking behind because she grabbed his shirt before he could run away with you and tom.
you looked at him with pity before his mom sat him on the couch
"shit." you whispered under your breath. you and tom stopped to look at mrs. kaulitz.
"dont think you two are getting out of this!! tom, y/n, sit!!"
you and tom shamefully walked over to the couch where mrs. kaulitz gave you three a lecture about going out in the rain.
when the lecture that felt like hours finally ended, she checked all of your temperatures.
bill had a fever of 99.9,
you had a fever of 100.2
and tom had a fever of 102.3
"what am i gonna do with you three..?" mrs. kaukitz mumbled under her breath
you looked at tom who was mouthing her words with a crinkled nose. bill slapped him on the knee and told him to stop which made you let out a small giggle.
"okay, y/n. im gonna call your mom and let her know that you'll be staying here until you get better, okay?"
"okay, thankyou." you said with a smile.
you and bill were sat cuddled up on the couch watching tv while tom was in his room sleeping.
"hey.. bill?" you whispered.
no response.
he was definitely sleeping.
and soon you were too.
-
and now you are here, peering into toms room with a small bottle of medicine, you and bill were feeling much better than the day you had gotten sick, but tom on the other hand? not so much.
"hey, tom..? are you awake?" you whispered into his room.
tom pulled the covers off of himself "yeah." he muttered groggily.
"oh, well, your mom wanted my to give you this." you said softly, walking over to his bed.
he turned over to face you and sat up, you sat next to him cross legged and handed him the medicine, which he quickly swallowed down with some water.
he layed back but this time not putting the blanket over himself, instead he curled up next to you and sighed
you felt bad. tom never acted this, so you couldnt imagine how sick he was feeling. you brought you hand to his forhead and brushed the stray hairs off of it. "tom, your dreads are a little, uh."
"dirty? yeah i know. my mom keeps telling me to wash them but i dont wanna get out of bed." he nudged his head closer to you and you laughed.
"tom lets wash your dreads!! i can smell them from heree." you said dramatically plugging your nose and scooting off the bed.
tom replied with a long groan and with that you grabbed his hand and yanked him out his bed.
"jesus- what the f-" he paused and gave you a dead stare which you couldnt see because you were already walking cheerfully to the bathroom.
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you set up a chair against the sink so that tom would have somewhere to sit while you did the dirty work.
"tom get off the floor now your chair ready."
"help me up-" he whined, but was cut off when you once again yanked him out of his spot.
"if my arm doesnt fall off by the next time you do that ill be suprised." he said as he sat wiped off the chair before sitting in it.
"me too. now lean your head back so we can wash your hair. the smell is unbearable." you made a gagging sound and tom rolled his eyes before closing them and leaning his head into the sink.
"dont get soap in my eyes this time. please?" tom opened his eyes for a moment to look at what you were doing.
"no promises."
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you opened the bottle of shampoo with a 'pop' and put some in your hands running it through toms dreads, and he sighed at you massaged his scalp.
you turned on the tap and moved toms head farther into the sink so his hair would reach the water.
"tell me if its to ho-"
"OW BITCH IT FUCKING BURNS!!" tom shouted, lifting his head up from the sink and spraying hot water everywhere.
"oops." you laughed.
tom gave you a playful look and you returned one with your tongue stuck out.
"okay lean ur head back again i wont burn you this time!! promise!!"
"fine, fine!"
you finished washing out the shampoo and moved onto conditioner, again putting it in your hands and then in toms hair, avoiding the scalp.
the gentle rhythm of your hands moved through his locks, untangling any knots and soothing his whole body.
tom leaned into your touch, but he flinched when the water turned on in fear of being burned again.
"tom, relax!! this is supposed to be relaxing not traumatizing."
"maybe i am traumatized from you burning me." he laughed and adjusted his position in the seat.
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after washing the last of the conditioner out of his hair you grabbed him a towel so he could wrap his hair, you truly didnt understand why he did it, but it was always funny when he did wrap his hair, so you never stopped him.
you threw the towel onto his head and grabbed his hand, navigating him back to his room.
he took the towel off of his head and glared at you which made you laugh.
he sat on the floor in-front of his mirror and skillfully tied the towel around his dreads.
"tom," you laughed. "you look funny with that towel."
"you always look funny." he sighed as he got up, smiling to himself at his 'genius' insult.
"no tom, seriously why do you use that towel?? you look like an egg!"
" one, it makes my hair look better, two, you are an egg." he sat next to you and layed his towel wrapped head on your shoulder.
minutes passed, and you couldve sworn tom was about to fall asleep when you heard someone tip-toeing down the hallway, and seconds later, toms door creaked open, making tom lift his head up and open his eyes.
bill peaked through the crack in the door before shouting "AHH!! EGG TOM!!" and running dramatically down the hallway, which made you and tom look at each other and burst out into laughter.
the room was dark, only flooded with pale moonlight. gazing up at him through your eyelashes, your doe eyes only accentuated in the moonlight, they glistened innocently.
his calloused fingertips swirling around your plush cheek, tracing little hearts onto your soft skin. you found yourself falling into his warmth. he nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, your ambrosial scent was like a descended fog, clouding his senses.
skin tickling by the contact of his warm kisses along your neck's cold skin. a thumb caressing your cheek.
the small pecks travelling to your jaw, to your cheek, and then finally to your lips. and when your lips connected and mouths met, you were on cloud nine. he was your form of ecstasy.
what had been intended to be a small peck had turned into a deep, passionate kiss. his hands on your waist pulling you closer, your arms slung around his neck.
moments like these were heaven-sent, it was as if the world had been made for just the two of you. however, you knew tom, you knew this wouldn't last forever.
"we can't." your pillowy soft lips breaking away from his, the crimson stain slightly smudged from his touch, directing your gaze into his confused one. "i don't want to be just a fling to you."
his gaze softened at your words "you'd never be a fling to me." your bodies still pressed together, the warmth making you lose all sense of yourself, and you realised you were in too deep to care whether or not his words were laced with lies.
your gaze shifted to his lips, his thumb on your cheek slowly dragging across your face and onto your bottom lip before you subconsciously parted your lips, allowing him to press his digit down on your tongue, flattening the curve out.
"and you want this." he whispered, before he removed his thumb and your lips connected once again. it was so gentle, so sweet, it was addicting. he bit your bottom lip lightly, yearning for all those sweet noises he knew you were capable of. when you gave him one, you could feel his cocky smirk form. using his hands set on your waist, he tugged you closer.
