Summary: After being a goody-two-shoes bookworm throughout high school, you became a goody-two-shoes librarian at the Hawkins Library. Enter Eddie Munson, who knows that rules are meant to be broken.
WC: 2.1k
Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), unprotected p in v, semi-public sex, corruption kink, fingering, brief choking (kinda), mutual masturbation, Eddie and Reader are in their early 20s
Divider credit to @saradika-graphics
The stars twinkled in the night sky as you flipped the Hawkins Library’s sign from ‘open’ to ‘closed.’
Summer evenings at the library lacked the busyness of the school year. There were no students cramming for exams or checking out books for reports they’d procrastinated until the last minute. There were no disappointed faces when you’d tell them that all ten copies of The Great Gatsby had been checked out.
It was just you, the chirping crickets, and the D&D game still going on down the hall.
Shit.
You’d put it off long enough. The D&D club wasn’t a bad group of kids; they always cleaned up after themselves, though you did have to remind them to lower their voices every now and then. The games apparently got…intense, and this was a library, after all.
No, the problem wasn’t the kids, or the game, or the fact that the club’s logo nearly sent your small town into full-blown Satanic Panic.
The problem was their fearless leader, Eddie Munson.
Your first rap on the door went unnoticed, caught up in the din of their game. Your second knock fared better.
“Aw, shit. What time is it?” A familiar voice lamented. You placed him after a second: Dustin Henderson. The kid had an overdue list a mile long.
“Time to admit defeat!” Eddie’s growl sent a horde of butterflies surging through your stomach. “A truly pathetic showing tonight, boys.”
“Hey!”
“And Lady Applejack,” he amended before quickly slipping back into his dramatic persona. “Now, leave my sight! Your presence disgusts Eddie the Banished.”
The rest of the group trudged out of the room, but not before a shaggy-haired boy flipped Eddie the bird.
“No manners, these kids. I’m tellin’ ya.” Eddie shook his head. He grabbed an empty soda can and chucked it at the nearest trashbin, missing by a longshot.
“Shit,” he muttered, the tips of his ears turning pink as he scooped it up and tossed it away with purpose. “I was never much of a jock,” he joked lamely.
You gripped the table, fending off the urge to kiss his embarrassed smile.
“I know,” you blurted out, feeling your own face grow warm. “I mean, I remember in high school, you were more of a…”
“Freak?” Eddie supplied, his grin growing more confident.
You laughed. “I was gonna say ‘rebel.’”
“Same thing.” He shrugged. “Better to be a rebel than goody-two-shoes, y’know?”
You didn’t know. You were a rule-follower; someone who craved order and structure.
Eddie sensed your hesitation. “You’re a rebel, too.” He chuckled when your brows shot up, his declaration catching you off-guard. “Look: the library closes at nine, but it’s currently…” he checked his watch. “…nine-oh-six, and you haven’t kicked me out.”
You could kick him out. If he was anyone else, you would’ve reminded him that the library was closed and opened tomorrow at eight a.m.
But he was Eddie Munson, the guy you’d harbored a crush on since middle school—buzzcut and all.
He hoisted himself onto the plastic tabletop, plopping down with an exaggerated thud.
“So, besides my athletic talent, what else do you remember about me?”
The way your patches were crookedly sewed onto your denim jacket. The way you cut class to hole up in the band room and practice guitar. The way you smelled of cigarettes and Old Spice. The way you climbed on top of cafeteria tables and made grandiose speeches, usually tearing into Jason Carver or Billy Hargrove in the process.
“Not much.” The lie came out in a higher register, instantly giving you away.
Eddie swung his legs back and forth. “Well, I remember you. And if I’m remembering correctly, you actually were quite the rebel yourself.”
“Me?”
He nodded emphatically. “Oh, yeah. Always reading, even when the teacher was talking. You got after-school detention for reading To Kill a Mockingbird in chem class.”
You balked at the memory. “That was not rebellion. That was just me being a bookworm.”
“I dunno.” There was a teasing lilt in Eddie’s voice that matched his smirk. “I think you’re more rebellious than you realize, Bookworm.”
His words haunted you until he showed up at the library a few nights later. It was two minutes to closing, and the place was a dead zone.
Eddie’s Reeboks scraped against the carpet, his thumbnail tucked between his teeth as he chewed nervously.
“H-Hey.” He twisted a skull ring around his middle finger. “You weren’t…upset the other night, right? When I was teasing…um, joking about you being a rebel?”
You shook your head. Shocked would have been a better descriptor than upset.
Eddie blew out a sigh of relief. “Good. Yeah.” He raked his fingers through his curls. “Because I wasn’t making fun of you or anything. I…I thought it was pretty badass, actually. Like when we had to go to those stupid mandatory pep rallies and you’d just read the whole time.”
“I thought you were pretty badass, too,” you said softly. “I wish I had the guts to stand on top of the lunchtables and tell off Jason Carver like you did.”
Eddie’s face lit up, his usual confidence beginning to emerge. “Well, I wish I could’ve corrected Mrs. O’Donnell in front of the whole class like you did,” he countered. “I’d never seen her speechless before that day.”
You bit your lip, quelling your anxiety and working up the nerve to speak again. “I wish I’d talked to you back in high school.”
“I wish I’d kissed you back in high school.” Eddie took a step forward so that his body pressed against the desk. One hand gently cupped your cheek, and when you didn’t pull back, he drew closer. “I wish I told you I saw you reading The Grapes of Wrath so I tried reading it.”
“What did you think?”
He grinned against your lips. “I fuckin’ hated it.”
Before you could inquire further, Eddie pressed his mouth to yours, sealing his opinion with a kiss. You didn’t hesitate, kissing him back like his lips were a lifeline.
His tongue brushed yours and you let him in, savoring the taste of cigarettes and spearmint gum. You pressed your thighs together, grateful that he couldn’t see from the other side of the checkout desk.
When Eddie finally pulled away, there was no hiding the flush of his cheeks and his swollen lips. “I can leave now, or…”
He left it open-ended, waiting for you to fill in that blank. He should leave; the library was closed and it was time for you to go home.
But…
“Stay.”
Eddie leapt over the desk as soon as the word left your mouth. His hands found your waist, backing you into the cart of books that needed to be reshelved.
His hardness strained against his fly and pressed into your thigh. Without thinking, you rolled your hips into him.
“Oh, fuck,” Eddie moaned, tightening his grip. “Knew you weren’t all innocent.”
“Maybe you’re just a bad influence.” Your fingers tugged at his shirt. “Coming into my library and corrupting me.”
Eddie chuckled darkly, his dark curls tickling your cheeks as he shook his head. “This isn’t corruption, sweetheart. You haven’t even seen corruption yet.”
“Show me?”
Eddie groaned at your request. One hand slipped under your linen skirt and squeezed your ass. “Show you, huh?”
You nodded, trying to fend off the heat in your cheeks and between your legs.
His nose brushed your ear. “Bend over this desk,” he whispered, “but stay quiet. Can’t be loud in the library, right?”
The moment your forearms rested atop the counter, his middle finger traced the dampness in your panties.
“Fuck, yeah.” He circled your clit over the fabric, already sensitive from just the thought of his touch. “Have you been wet this whole time?”
“Mm…mhm.” You clenched around nothing, desperate for him to fill you. Every time you’d fantasized about this, you were in a bed or somewhere private. The public library was not on your list of imagined sex locations.
But you couldn’t deny the thrill. The front door was still unlocked and the lights were still on; anyone could ignore the posted hours and walk right in to see Eddie currently shoving your panties aside and fucking you with his fingers.
“Oh…oh my god,” you whimpered. “Keep going. Please, keep going. Just like that.”
“I got you.” Eddie kissed the side of your neck, sucking at the supple skin. “Gonna let me leave a mark, Bookworm?”
You’d let him do whatever he wanted, no questions necessary. He was waiting for an answer, so you nodded–the only movement you could manage with two of his fingers buried inside you.
His teeth nipped where he’d just kissed, hard enough that a bruise would surely form by tomorrow morning. You’d have to cover it with makeup.
Or you could leave it. Show it off. Prove to everyone you saw that Eddie Munson had claimed you, even if for just one night.
“Eddie…Eddie!” You came around his fingers, rocking back into them. Eddie slowed his pace but stayed inside you, gently bringing you down from the high.
More. You needed more.
“Okay, okay!” Eddie laughed.
Shit, did you say that aloud?
It didn’t matter; Eddie licked his fingers clean with a delighted sigh.
“Turn around for a sec, little rebel.”
You nearly gasped. He unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper, his cock straining to be free. There was no denying that he was rock-hard.
He stroked himself beneath his boxers. “Almost came when you did,” he admitted. “Almost…fuck…almost blew my load in my pants.”
The thought of him coming without even being touched was strangely hot. Something you definitely wanted to explore when you had more time.
“That turn you on, little rebel?” Eddie grinned, expertly reading the subtle diversion of your gaze. “Guess what? Me, too.”
He spun you back around and tapped the tip of his cock on your bare ass. You whined, aching for him, and he knew it.
“Patience,” he murmured. “Just gotta…there we go.”
He anchored himself inside you, pushing in until he bottomed out. His movements were torturously slow; he was too hard and you were too wet to do anything but fuck, yet he thrusted with care and precision.
“Eddie. Faster.”
His grip on your hips tightened, but he didn’t budge. “Beg for it,” he demanded. “Beg for me to fuck you against this desk like the bad fuckin’ girl you are.”
“Please, Eddie,” you tried again. “Please fuck me against the desk. I need to be fucked r-right now.”
“Mhm.” Eddie moved faster, but not fast enough. You reached around for his thigh to move him yourself, but he growled and swatted your hand away. “Now tell me who made you this bad. Who corrupted you.”
“Y-You did. You corrupted me, Eddie.”
With a string of curses, Eddie drove himself into you, unable to hold back as he pistoned his hips.
“Thas’right,” he slurred. “I corrupted you.”
“You corrupted me,” you echoed pathetically. Every thought you had was focused on him, his cock, and how amazing he felt inside you. “Only…only bad for you.”
The two of you worked in tandem, finding the spots that made you moan while he grew impossibly harder within you. Every drag of his cock unleashed another wave of pleasure, and he chased after it reflexively.
“My pretty little rebel. Gonna make a mess of you, ‘kay?” When you nodded, he wrapped one hand around your throat and drew you back. “Need to hear you say it.”
Your brain scrambled for words until you finally found one: “O-Okay.”
You could practically hear his grin. “Touch yourself while I make a mess of you, little rebel.” He let go of your throat but stayed inside you until he saw you rubbing your clit with a trembling finger.
The soft schlick of his hand stroking his erection distracted you from the emptiness. You rubbed faster, failing to swallow the moans that echoed throughout the library.
“Gonna…gonna…oh, shit. Oh, yes!” Eddie painted your ass with warm cum, pushing his tip into your soft flesh. “Jesus H. Christ. That was…holy shit, that’s a lot of cum.”
Between heaving breaths, you laughed. Eddie Munson had just fucked you in the library–at your job–and finished on your ass, and now he was bewildered by the amount of cum?
He reached for the tissue box, ready to clean you off. And maybe it was the bravery of someone who just fulfilled a fantasy, or maybe it was just sex-induced foolishness, but you grabbed hold of one last piece of rebellion.
“Leave it.” You adjusted your panties and skirt, letting them cling to the large wads of his spend. It would certainly stain, but you didn’t care.
You wanted a reminder of the night that Eddie Munson utterly ruined you for anyone else.
Summary: Eddie Munson meets a peculiar stranger taking a moonlit bath.
Contains: SMUT, unprotected p in v sex, magic sex, magic in general, sex in a pond, handjob, vaginal fingering, kinda switch!Eddie?, perv!Eddie, third person pov, no use of y/n, praise kink, inexperienced!Eddie?, Eddie picks reader up (but they’re in water)
Word count: 1.9k
A/N: Everyone say “thank you Luna” for giving me the idea to write a little something to fend of writers block 🥰 @abibliophobiaa This is practice for SYTIM! I’m fairly new to writing smut so I’d LOVE some feedback 💜
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Minors DNI because I said so (this blog and fic are 18+) if I catch you your grounded (aka getting blocked)
There was a woman in the water.
That much Eddie was sure of. What she was doing there, he had no idea.
He had come out to the woods in search of a private and serene place to smoke when he came across a little pond. Rays of moonlight bounced off the water in a twinkling wonder.
The woman was in the center of the pond. Eddie could see her clothes on the ground, bundled in a ball. Her hair was sleek down her head as the water weighed it down. He watched from behind a tree as she basked in the cool blue water, her head tilted up towards the moon.
The water shielded her body from his prying eyes, but he stayed trained on her nonetheless. Hoping for a glimpse of the goddess before him.
Then her skin began to glow.
Without thinking Eddie took a step out from behind the tree.
Snap.
A stick broke under his heavy boot.
The woman’s head snapped in his direction as the light she had been emitting stopped suddenly. Her eyes met his and he stood frozen in place.
He could have sworn he saw her smile.
“Didn’t anyone ever teach you that it was rude to stare?” She called out to him.
His face blushed a deep crimson. The skin of his palms began to sweat as he looked down at his large black boots in embarrassment and wiped his hands on his jeans.
Then he heard the water moving. He looked up to see her making her way to the land. Revealing more and more of her body the shallower the water became. His jaw fell open as he stared at her form and the way the water glistened on her skin.
Then she was standing in front of him. He couldn’t help but to look down and watch as the water trickled down her breasts. He swallowed nervously, his adams apple bobbing in his throat.
“What’s your name?” She asked sweetly.
“I’m, uh, I’m Eddie,” he replied as he quickly snapped his eyes back up to hers.
She smiled at him, a beautiful thing that almost brought the young man to his knees.
“What are you?” He questioned, voice so quiet it was almost a whisper.
Her hand went to his chest, gently resting against the rapid beating of his heart.
“I’m a witch,” she stated like it was obvious. Like it was normal.
He wouldn’t have believed her if he hadn’t seen what he had just saw. Or if she wasn’t bare in front of him in the pale moonlight.
Eddie swallowed again. A ball of anxiety lodged in his throat. “What were you doing?”
“A ritual,” she shrugged as her hand trailed up his chest to his face where she tucked his hair behind one of his ears. “A full moon is a very powerful thing, you know.”
He could only nod in response. Any words dissipated in the air as she twirled a lock of his hair around her finger. His fists clenched at his sides, his rings biting into his skin. He tried to resist the urge to reach out and touch her. She grinned at him slyly.
“Would you like to join me?”
His brown doe eyes grew twice in size.
“J-join you? For what?”
“The ritual, silly,” she chuckled. Her hand dropped from his hair and reached for his hand. Her soft palm wrapped around his callused one.
“C’mon,” she nodded her head towards the water behind her and pulled him to the edge of it. “Take your clothes off, handsome.”
He obliged, quickly stripping away at his garments until he was bare before her as well. Her eyes flicked down to his hardening cock. Precum was already dripping from the pink tip. It twitched under her gaze, making her smirk and Eddie flush.
Eddie followed behind her into the water, treading their way to the center of the pond where the light of the moon hit them directly.
“What’s the ritual for?” He asked once they reached the middle.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, one of her hands going to massage soothingly into the nape of his neck. “Keeps me young.”
“How old are you?”
She told him. But the way she said it had Eddie not believing her.
“You want to know something else about full moons?” She leaned down and whispered in his ear.
He shivered at the feeling of her hot breath on his ear. “What?”
“It makes sex incredible.”
His breath hitched in his throat when she slid her hand down his chest and stomach, stopping just at the line of hair leading to his pelvis.
“Would you like to try?” She whispered, kissing softly at his jaw.
Eddie’s eyes fluttered shut and he nodded quickly as his head lolled back to give her more access to his jaw and neck.
“Use your words baby,” she said encouragingly.
“Please,” he begged. A pitiful whine leaving his lips.
Her hand continued downwards to his dick. Her hand wrapped around his hard length, thumb swiping over the tip making him whimper from the sensitivity. She stroked him up and down at an agonizing slow pace. Her lips met the skin of his jaw again as she kissed down to his neck. Her teeth grazed over his pulse point making him groan and twitch in her grasp.
But Eddie kept his hands to himself.
She pulled away from his neck. “Don’t you want to touch me, handsome?”
Eddie opened his eyes to see her pouting lip and begging eyes.
He nodded and put his hand on her hips. She giggled, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his lips.
“Not what I meant, sweet boy.”
“Oh.” His face fell. “Sorry.”
She grabbed one of his hands and placed them over her breast. Eddie gulped audibly as he felt her soft flesh in his hands. His thumb brushed over her nipple and she hummed in satisfaction, speeding up the gentle movement of her hand around his cock. Eddie moaned, his head falling forward into the crook of her neck.
“Does that feel nice baby?”
“Mhm,” Eddie hummed. He pressed soft and lazy kisses against her skin as she stroked him, his hand massaging and toying at her nipple. Her hand went to the back of his head and she tangled her fingers in his curly locks. She pulled his head back from her neck, looking at him with a longing he had never experienced before.
“Kiss me.” Now she was the one begging.
His lips met hers in a fervent kiss. Her soft lips glided over his in tandem. He kicked at the seam of her mouth, asking for entrance. Which she gave.
Feeling emboldened from the way she begged for him, Eddie’s hand left her breast and trailed down to her cunt. His deft fingers found her clit. He rubbed at it in slow circles. She gasped against his lips making him smile triumphantly. The grip she held on his hair tightened slightly.
A burning pool of pleasure swelled in each of their stomachs as they touched each other, moaning and growing into their mouths.
It was a feeling unlike any Eddie had ever felt, and it was fast approaching.
His finger brushed over her hole, teasing it gently before he pushed it inside. He crooked his finger into her in a come hither motion.
“Eddie,” she moaned, clenching around his lone finger.
If this was a dream, Eddie decided he never wanted to wake up. Reality be damned.
He groaned as she pumped faster at his dick, thumb flicking over his sensitive tip.
He pushed another finger into her, thrusting both of them deeply into her. The tips of his fingers hit a spot that had her moaning his name out again. Loudly.
“Are you gonna cum?” He asked. A newfound confidence he had never felt before as the gorgeous woman before him succumbed to pleasure he was bringing to her.
“Yes,” she replied breathily. “You’re gonna make me cum, baby.”
Eddie kissed her roughly as he kept a steady pace with his fingers. They were both teetering towards the edge. His cock twitched in her hand. But he didn’t want to cum yet.
He pulled his fingers away from her core slowly.
“Eddie,” she whined desperately for him, her own movements stopping as well.
“I want to cum inside you.”
He scooped her up with his arms under her ass and she wrapped her legs around him, her arms around his shoulders.
“Do it then.”
He grabbed himself and brought his cock to her folds, stroking himself through her. His tip hitting her clit. Slowly, he inched himself inside of her. She whimpered as she felt his girth stretching at her walls.
“You feel so goddamn good sweetheart,” he grunted, slipping inside her to the hilt.
They both moaned as he bottomed out.
“Goddess, Eddie,” she keened, high and melodic.
He never thought he’d get used to her saying his name that way.
He kissed her again. Gentle and loving in the way their lips connected. One of his hands went up to her face, brushing her wet hair away from it.
“You're so beautiful,” he rasped.
He thinks he imagined it, but for a moment she looked sheepish at his words.
He started thrusting into her at a slow pace. Keeping his eyes on her face and the way it contorted in pleasure at his actions.
“You’re incredible.”
She moaned, clenching around him at his words. He brought the hand at her face down to her clit and rubbed slowly at it. A steady circle of motion. Their hips bucked against each other in sync, chasing both of their releases.
Eddie stared at her as the moonlight hit her face. Her brows furrowed in pleasure as her mouth remained agape and her eyes clenched shut.
He’d never seen someone so ethereal. He prayed to a god he didn’t believe in that this was real. That she was real.
His pace quickened, thrusting into her core and stroking at her clit with a desperate need to see her come undone under his touch.
Her body began to glow once again. A shimmering and angelic light.
Then Eddie realized he was glowing too.
He could feel a tingling feeling erupt in every inch of his skin. A pleasure so intense he swore he might explode.
His cock throbbed violently inside her as the feeling grew and grew. It overwhelmed them both. Consumed them.
Until they both came with a cry of each other's names.
They both panted heavily for air, their hearts beating out of their chests. Eddie’s head fell to her shoulder as he tried to catch his breath. She stroked gently at his hair as they both came down from their highs.
“Did it work? The ritual?” He questioned.
She laughed lightly, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. “Yeah, it worked. Thank you, handsome.”
He picked his head up from her shoulder. He looked at her with a longingly sadness in his deep brown eyes.
“Will I ever see you again?” He asked quietly. Like he was afraid of the answer.
She looked back at him in surprise. “You want to see me again?”
“Always,” he nodded quickly.
She smiled as her heart warmed at the thought. “You can see me whenever you want, handsome.”
“Do you promise?”
“I promise.”
Eddie held her closely to him, basking in the feeling of him in her arms.
✰ Pretty Girl - gareth emerson x fem!reader x eddie munson🔥⭐️
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✰ Bed Chem - rockstar!gareth x popstar!fem reader (In the works)
-Short Blurbs/Head Canons:
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✰ Modern!Gareth Internet Friends - ❤️
✰ Boyfriend!Gareth ** - ❤️
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Cw: you’re tired of being alone, so you cast a spell to find love. 7.3k words, witch!f!reader x Eddie, magic, fluff, mild angst, smut, unprotected sex, creampie.
“I just feel so lonely.” You sigh.
Robin, Nancy, Max, and Joyce, all collectively nod their heads as you’re all gathered at the Coven house. They can’t help but feel a small amount of pity, they have all found their partners. You’re the last witch standing.
“What about the amorem enchantment?” Joyce, the coven mother suggested.
She is a wise witch, the townspeople call her eccentric, however she is very knowledgeable when it comes to the craft.
“That seemed a bit desperate” you sigh.
“You’re a beautiful witch in your prime, it is time to find your match before it is too late.” Joyce points out.
It is very unfortunate when a witch loses their match due to natural selection because there is a very small window to do something about it.
The supernatural forces are lenient to keep your human longer than their body allows if you claim them in time. It only works if the match is in their mid-twenties. No one knows why, but it is when you need to act. You’re already in your twenty-fifth year, you can’t push it any longer.
With a sigh of defeat you begrudgingly agree that it was what has to be done.
“Ego invocabo Freyja ad auxilium me invenire amorem” your chant starts softly. Alone at your altar, deep in the meadow with the wildflowers and dew. Your altar is set up against a weeping willow with all you have gathered for your enchantment.
Amorem enchantments, or love enchantments, are a powerful thing. The magic cannot make someone fall in love with you; that’s not how it works. The magic is to draw the source of love towards you, to help guide the individuals together.
You think of your ideal partner- charismatic, funny, loyal, trustworthy, doting, physical, handsome, artistically inclined, and imaginative. All of those things race on your mind as you chant.
You can feel your magic building. The warmth builds in the depth of your chest and spreads through your arms to your fingertips as you continue the chant.
“Ego invocabo Freyja ad auxilium me invenire amorem. Dea amoris, adiuva me invenire unum, dea amoris, invocabo Freyja ad auxilium me invenire amorem. Ego invocabo Freyja ad auxilium me invenire amorem”
The moon is at its highest, the wind is whistling. “Ego invocabo Freyja ad auxilium me invenire amorem. Adiuva me invenire unum, dea amoris, adiuva me invenire unum dea amoris, adiuva me invenire unum ego. One last final chant and it was complete.
You feel a soft brush against your hand. Looking down, you smile at the little ball of fluff—Clover, your familiar. She is a calico rabbit you’ve had since your magic presented itself at eight years of age.
You glamour your altar so no one would disrupt it- not that anyone comes out here, but you can never be too careful keeping the witches' secret….
A few miles away, tucked up in bed was a man, unbeknownst to him, whose life was about to change.
Eddie isn’t too sure why he is here. He was in his apartment strumming, trying to find the right chords, when he had a sudden urge to go out. Where? He didn’t know, but if he didn’t, his gut told him he would miss out on something… something big.
Now he’s found himself in this kitschy store next to Melvald’s. He’s never noticed or paid much attention to it, but he found himself pulled up in front of it and being drawn in.
The wind chimes let you know that a potential customer has entered your little shop whilst you are in the back sorting stock, so you poke your head out to see who’s arrived
“Let me know if you need anything” you politely say before seeing who was there.
“Uh… thanks” You see the man scratch his head looking clueless until his eyes meet yours.
“Oh. Hi,” you step out when you realize who is in your presence.
Eddie Munson, of all people.
“Hey,” he awkwardly waves.
You haven’t seen him since you graduated high school, nearly seven years ago. You had heard he was held back a few times, but you hadn’t given him a second thought.
“Let me know if you’re looking for something specific, I can help you out,” you smile and try and act busy.
When he turns his back you can’t help but observe him as he searches the shelves.
“What kind of place is this?” He looks over his shoulder.
“Well we are called Mystic Apothecary, what do you think?” You raise a brow biting back a snarky giggle, the touches of sarcasm rolling off your tongue.
“Ah,” he nods and continues browsing.
You curse yourself for being snarky. This is a potential customer, you need to be more approachable.
“So that makes you? What? A Sorceress?” He smirks and you can’t help but blush.
“You could say that.”
Eddie spends about ten minutes browsing and picking up little trinkets and other items before bringing them to your counter.
“Looks like someone wants to get into spell work,” you smile. He has a pentagram pendant, a tapestry, some empty spell jars, so pre filled spell jars, a black obsidian tower, and a cauldron.
“Uh-I needed some props”
“Props, huh?” Your pointed aubergine nails clack on the register keys to input the prices.
“I play this game, it’s silly.” He shrugs.
Eddie wasn’t sure why he was being so bashful. He’s always been so proud to be himself, so why is he nervous in front of you?
He semi-remembers you from school. You were more subdued and kept to yourself or your girl group. Everyone called you guys the Hawkins Coven, not that you were actually witches, but now he is rethinking that…
It also doesn’t escape him that you’re really pretty—like otherworldly pretty. He was really digging your style. Your peasant skirt and half corset are really doing it for him; very ren fair of you.
“So, is this like your uniform, or do you always dress like this?” Where did that come from? Eddie curses himself, but you just giggle.
“Why? You want one for yourself?” You smirk.
“What? You don’t think I could pull it off?”
“You would look lovely”
“Thank you, my lady” he curtseyed.
This made you giggle some more. This interaction was cute flirty and fun. You have never spoken to him this much, who knew he was so charming?
“Thanks for shopping.” You pass him his goodies in a paper bag.
“I guess I’ll see you around?”
“Yeah,” you smile.
You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding once the chimes for the door let you know Eddie was out of the store.
What the Hecate was that?
Clover hops over onto the counter giving you a knowing look.
“No… you don’t think?”
She twitches her nose.
“You’re crazy”
She stomps her little back foot and you roll your eyes.
“Let’s see.”
Days passed without any interaction with Eddie, until today. While at the food court with the coven, Max caught sight of Lucas, her boyfriend, sitting with his friends. As you approached their table, you unfortunately stumbled after stepping on your bootlace. With a small squeal, you found yourself tripping and falling onto someone's lap.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" you exclaimed.
Looking up, you noticed a smirk on his face as he replied,
"Not every day I have a pretty girl falling into my lap." Your cheeks flushed with heat as you realized it was Eddie Munson.
Quickly regaining your composure, you got up, apologized once more, and walked away.
“Pretty, huh? Anything come of the Amorem Enchantment?” Max asks as the group of you walk away.
“I’m, not sure. Clover thinks she has it all figured out on who it is but I’m skeptical”
“Okay” you see Max give the others a knowing look but you bite your tongue. You don’t want to jump to conclusions.
The next day, you and Robin are out running errands, preparing for the upcoming full moon in a few days. Your coven always gathers during the highest point of the moon to draw magic from the earth, strengthening your bond and powers. It's like recharging a battery; it's not necessary, as magic never fades, but it can lie dormant if not utilized correctly.
"Hey, isn't that Munson?" Robin acknowledges, catching your attention. Surprised to see him again so soon, after seven years of not crossing paths, now encountering him for the third time in 2 weeks. "I suppose it is," you respond.
"I hardly see him," Robin remarks, her tone implying something you don't appreciate.
"And?" you question, raising an eyebrow.
"And nothing," she replies in a defensive tone.
"Has Brutus been talking to Clover?" you ask, disliking the familiars' gossiping habits.
"I'm not a snitch," Robin retorts, prompting you to roll your eyes.
Her owl never seems to know when to stay quiet.
"Are you stalking me, Sorceress?" Eddie startles you as he approaches from behind. "Going to fall for me again?" he teases, making you clear your throat.
Eddie seems unsure why he left the shop. That feeling of being drawn to a particular place during his lunch break, was gnawing that the back of his head, which led him straight to you.
"Damn, Munson, creeping up on all the ladies?" Robin scolds, to which Eddie replies,
"Nah, just Sorceress here," tilting his head as you feel a blush rising on your cheeks.
“Sorceress, huh?” Robin raises her brows at you.
“He came to the Apothecary.” You defend.
“Uh-huh,” she nods and smiles. Only confirming Clover and Brutus’ accusations.
“Yep, well we better get going. Joyce is waiting. Good to see you.” You grab Robin and take off before Eddie can ask you what he’s been wanting to do since yesterday.
The Halloween Fall festival is usually your favourite event of the year. However this year you’ve been working more than enjoying the festivities. You’ve been in the tent most of the day, doing tarot readings and “fortune telling.” You’re exhausted and about to close up when a deep voice catches your attention.
“Guys I’m not doing it, it’s dumb.”
“Too bad you lost the bet now go in there!” A younger-sounding guy demands.
“It’s all hocus poc- woah” The man is pushed into view and you can’t believe your luck when it’s Eddie.
“All a bunch of Hocus Pocus, huh?”
Of course, he would be a non-believer.
“Flip that sign to say Closed for me would ya?” You ask whilst shuffling the deck for hopefully the last time today.
“You trying to get me alone or something,” Eddie suggests but you ignore it.
“Sit.”
“Yes ma’am” Eddie smirks, pulling out the chair.
With a big sigh, you shuffle the deck with your eyes closed.
“What is it you want to know?”
“Uh…”
“A general reading it is. Fifteen dollars.” You motion to the glass jar and he scrambles to put the cash in.
You feel that the cards are aligned so you go ahead a pull. The six cards are placed face down between you and Eddie.
“Ready?” You smirk.
“I guess.” He shrugs.
You flip the first card.
“Chariot in Reverse. You feel like there is a lack of direction in your life. Like you’re on the right path but maybe a little lost. Like you took the wrong turn down the road.”
You flip the second card.
“Death.”
Eddie looks up at you. He looks scared, but you giggle.
“It’s not literal, it means new beginnings, change, metamorphosis. Like you’re finally finding your path.” You look up at him through your lashes and he lets out the breath he was holding in.
“The lovers” you continue with a gulp and flip the next card, The Eight of Stars.
“There is hope for a new relationship forming.” You continue to flip the fifth card and of course, it’s The Empress.
“More growth and beauty to enter into this new relationship. “
“How do you know it’s new?” Eddie interrupts.
This catches you off guard. It’s not like you can come out a say ‘I cast a love enchantment and you’re the only one who is consistently popping up in my life.’
“I’m a fortune teller. Duh”
This makes Eddie giggle and relax a bit more, so you continue to the final card.
“The Devil.” You sigh, and Eddie’s eyes blow wide again with wonder.
“It’s because I’m the town Satanist, isn’t it?” He accuses.
Once again you ignore him and continue.
“This relationship will be addictive, lustrous, seductive. You won’t be able to keep your hands off one another. You’re both going to fall and fall hard” Your eyes are locked in on one another. You want to look away but you can’t, you think he feels it too, the pull…
When did you start leaning into one another? Your faces are so close, just a centimetre more and- you pull back immediately as the sound of the timer makes you both jump.
“Well, times up thanks for coming” You stand and rush him out.
“What? That’s it?”
“Yep. Have fun at the festival!” You close the curtain in front of him before he can say another word.
Eddie can’t believe what has just happened. He stood there awestruck but also very confused.
“Dude, what happened?” Eddie’s friend Jeff shakes him.
“Uh,” he scratches the back of his head “I have no fucking idea.” Eddie looked back over his shoulder at the tent but there was no movement at all.
The situation with Eddie was consuming your day-to-day. Weeks have passed since the festival, and all you thought about was him. You finally are coming to terms that the enchantment is what is leading the two of you together, why deny it?
Eddie and you haven’t bumped into one another since the Halloween Festival and it’s been eating at you. After the tarot reading you realized you shouldn’t have pushed him away like that. What if you had scared him off? The magic can only do so much.
Instead of moping around your house after work, hoping you bump into him. You decided to go to the grocery store strolling for some spices, your arsenal had been dwindling.
Drifting off in your own little world, you hum with your headphones on as you try and reach for the cinnamon, of course, at the very back on the top shelf, you try and get it. You reach and reach on your highest tip toes looking like a fool, unable to use a summoning spell in public you curse whoever built these deep shelves. Just as you were about to look around to see if the coast was clear enough to use a little unharmful magic, you see a bare arm decorated with bats come from behind you grabbing the cinnamon sticks.
“Hey do you mind-“ but you stop mid-sentence when they drop their hand down signalling for you to take it.
“Thanks” You turn to see your knight in shining armour. Eddie.
“No big deal” he smiles. It’s a good smile. You observe him, losing focus you let down your guard.
Eddie’s eyes widen with shock and you instantly put your guard back up. Your eyes must have given it away…
“You okay?” He asks placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.
“Yeah,” you laugh it off, “why wouldn’t I be?”
“Your eyes… they uh… they looked pink”
Pink?! Pink of all things! You mentally scold yourself.
“Oh uh. My contacts make your eyes irritated sometimes.” You play it cool… but Eddie and you both knew your irises were what changed colour, not the whites.
“Uh-Hu” he nods, totally trying to not be freaked out, but also a little turned on?
“Um,” you stand in awkward silence for half a minute. “Thank you for the help” You motion to the cinnamon and turn on your heel.
“Wait!” He grazes your elbow now holding on too tight.
“Can we, uh- I um.” He curses under his breath, “Would you like to go out with me?” He almost shouts and you. “Sorry. That was. You don’t have to…I just thought-“
“Eddie!” you cut him off.
He pauses realizing he never gave you a second to answer.
“I would love to.” You smile. Trying extra hard to stay focused because you know your eyes are a deep magenta under the glamour you hold.
“Great! Okay,” he claps his hands together. “I‘ll call you!” He gestures his hand to make a phone by his ear and starts to walk away.
“Wait! You don’t have my number!” You giggle.
“Oh right,” he mentally scolds himself shaking his head shyly.
After you gave Eddie your number, you cast a little memory spell just in case he misplaces the paper, (only for insurance purposes) did you make your way to Robin’s place.
“Pink!” Robin screams.
“Keep your voice down!”
Robin totally knew from the beginning that Eddie was the one you summoned. She was excited for you! She knows what love can bring to a person’s life. She and Nancy are lucky to experience it together, and she just wants you to be as happy as they are.
“You got it B-A-D” she spells out.
“I do not! I don’t even know him!”
“Pinnnnnnk” she leans in.
“Ugh.” You throw your hands up in defeat and you feel Clover snuggle herself into your lap.
“Yeah, yeah, you were right.” You pet Clover's back.
“So now what?”
“He asked me out” You can’t help but smile,
“Oh!” Robin points at you again. “Pink!” She points at you. “I’m talking P-I-N-K!”
You never use your glamour around the coven because why would you? Your emotions could be read from a mile away.
“What are you guys going to do?”
“I’m not sure, guess we wait to see where the magic takes us”
Nervously, you mix a soothing tonic to ease your racing heart. Deep down, you know that the fates have intertwined your paths for a reason... He feels like the one, yet the mystery surrounding him is overwhelming. This uncertainty fuels your anxiety.
This is the final first date you’ll ever experience, the last time you’ll open your heart to someone new. And for the first time, it feels as if everything is aligning perfectly. But lurking in the back of your mind is the daunting truth that you’ll eventually need to reveal your not-so-little secret.
What if he’s frightened by who you really are? What if he can’t accept it?
The thought of erasing his memories and losing the love of your life is almost too much to bear.
Getting ahead of yourself, lost in thought your attention is checked back into reality when your doorbell rings. With a beep breath, you answer the door. Stood there on your wooden porch was Eddie, looking so handsome. His hair was freshly washed, his shirt freshly ironed and tucked into his pants. He held a bouquet of small purple daisies and a nervous smile.
“Woah,” he spoke as you opened the door. “You look incredible.”
“Thank you, and so do you” You feel your cheeks fill with heat, and you pay extra attention to the glamour for your eyes.
“Shall we?”
“Let’s” You hook your arm in his and he leads the way.
“So where are you taking me?” You ask as you strap yourself in.
“I wasn’t sure what you liked, other than witchy stuff” he blushed, “so I thought it was safe to go to the Christmas market.”
That you were not expecting, and unfortunately for Eddie, he could read it in your face
“Oh, god, you hate it. I swore all girls love Christmas-“
“No Eddie it’s sweet, it’s just I don’t celebrate Christmas. Well I do, but it’s not what you would think. We, my friends and I, celebrate Yule. It’s Pagan.”
“Pagan,” He hums to himself, “that’s badass.”
This makes you giggle, and Eddie sighs with relief that you’re not annoyed at him.
“There are a lot of Pagan holidays that the Christians stole from us and made their own, but I don’t want to bore you with the details.” You wave your hand dismissively.
“No, I’d love to learn.” He looks at you earnestly.
“You sure? I kind of ruined your plans, I still don’t mind going! I do love a good gingerbread cookie and hot chocolate.” You smile.
“You sure?”
“I am!”
“I’m honoured, Sorceress” he smiles and puts his truck into drive.
You had an expectedly wonderful time at the Christmas festival, all thanks to Eddie. He made sure you were snug and warm, wrapping you up so the chill wouldn’t bite. As soon as you stepped through the gates, he treated you to hot chocolate and a gingerbread man.
The two of you shared endless laughter while attempting to ice skate, your conversations flowing effortlessly. Hours slipped by, and before you knew it, your toes were numb, signalling it was time to head home.
Parting ways felt bittersweet; you longed to keep the conversation going all night, but deep down, you knew that would be too much for a first date. The bond you shared was unlike anything you had ever experienced, and it was clear Eddie felt it, too. You could almost see the enchanting connection that drew you together, like shimmering golden dust swirling in the air, creating an invisible thread that linked your hearts.
As Eddie bid you goodnight, he bravely leaned in for a gentle kiss. It was like time stopped, all the puzzle pieces had failed into place. Even it if it was chaste, it was sweet and tender, and you could sense his nervousness, but you let him take his time, savouring the moment. A broad smile spread across your face, silently assuring him that you felt the same spark he did.
“I’ll call you.” he winks as he walks down the dirt driveway.
You pray to Hecate he does.
You’ve lost count of the amount of dates you and Eddie have been on. It’s been almost three months and you couldn’t be happier, but the anxiety of telling him about who you are has been clawing at the back of your mind and it needs to be soon. Joyce had warned you that if you don’t take action within the next few weeks then the window of opportunity will be sealed forever.
It seemed too soon like you were rushing into it. You hadn’t even said I love you, and yet you were expecting him to agree to a life of immortality with you?
Tonight, you had built up the courage to tell him about yourself. You invited Eddie over to your place. He has been here many times, but you glamoured most of the house to look somewhat normal. You hid your runes and sigils that were carved into your door frames, your potions room was made to look like a dining room, and your altar was locked away in the basement.
But tonight all of that would be revealed, hopefully, it would be a small amount of magic that would t make him go running for the hills.
As you looked around one last time, you heard Eddie approach the door.
With a deep breath, you feel Clover rub against your leg for reassurance.
“Thanks, babe.” You pick her up and open the door to see Eddie with his hand in a fist, like he was about to knock.
“How do you always do that” he smiles pulling you in for a kiss. You’re not sure how but he always makes your head spin with even the simplest of kisses.
“Call it intuition…”
You guide him into the kitchen and offer him a drink. He asked for a beer, and as you pour it into a glass, you may or may not have slipped a drop of that relaxing tonic you conjured up into it, just for insurance purposes.
“Mmm thank you, babe” Eddie smiles and you giggle at the a beer foam moustache on his face.
“What? Do I have something on my face?” You lean in a kiss it away.
“There, all better.” You lean back up to fix yourself a drink, a strong one.
You’re unusually quiet as the night goes on, and Eddie can sense something is up.
“You okay sweetheart?” He pushes your hair behind your shoulder as you both are curled up on the couch.
“Yea… it’s just. I have to tell you something, and I’m not sure how you’re going to take it.” You twiddle with your almost empty glass in hand.
“You can tell me anything, you know that? Eddie’s reassurance wasn’t helping, but it was nice that he truly thought that.
You take a big, deep breath in, trying to think back to how you rehearsed your lines in your head, and you begin.
“I want you to know that I care about you a lot.” You don’t miss Eddie’s eyes light up as you continue, “and I know what I am about to share is not what you’re going to expect, but you have to believe me that it changes nothing.” You look him deep in the eyes.
“You’re freaking me out, babe.” He laughs nervously, so you take both his hands in yours.
“It’s nothing bad, I promise.”
He chuckles uncomfortably once again.
“I’m not… like… other women.”
“No, you are not.” He wiggles his brows trying to lighten the mood.”
“Eddieeee” you draw out his name, “I’m serious.”
“Sorry, I‘ll be a good boy… for now.” You can’t help but roll your eyes.
Eddie laughs at your dramatics, but when your eyes roll back, making eye contact with him, he notices they’re not the same colour. They’re deep orange, almost auburn.
“Sweetheart, what’s going on” he tries to pull his hands away but you hold them tight.
“I told you, baby, I’m not like other women, I’m… different.” You thought letting the glamour of your eyes would help soften the blow but now you’re not so sure.
“Your eyes! They.. they’re orange!”
Eddie can’t look away, his face contorted with confusion.
“It’s because I’m anxious.”
“What does that mean?” He can’t look away. “Please, I want to understand.”
It wasn’t like he was scared more confused than anything.
“I’m a Witch, Eddie.” And with that you let the house revert to how it is supposed to be.
A guest of wind blew through the house and with it was unveiled the old wood, deep rich jewel tones painted on the walls, tapestries, the portraits of old coven members long gone, the broom sweeping by itself, the clean dishes being levitated to their correct spots.
Eddie was frozen, his jaw was moving up and down but no words were coming out. He looked around the changed room frantically but also did not want to look away from you. It’s not that he thought you would hurt him, no. He felt things for you that he’s never felt for one singular person… but now he isn’t so sure.
“This is insane” Eddie stood and your heart broke a little as you saw him start walking. Almost running to the door.
“Eddie, please! Let me explain! Don’t be scared!”
“Don’t be scared?! There is a broom moving by itself” he shouts.
“Please” you beg but it was of no use.
“Just, give me a second” he spoke before slamming the door behind him he leaves you alone in your big empty house.
Your eyes well up as you feel clover brush your ankles. Nudging you towards the door.
She was telling you to go after him, but how could you? You terrified him, your worst fears coming to reality.
“Clove, I can’t”
Yes, you can. She spoke to you telepathically.
As your familiar nudged you with her fluffy little head you stepped closer and closer toward the door.
Through the stained glass you could see a figure pacing up and down the dirt driveway.
“He didn’t leave” you whispered out loud.
See, you look down and Clover is eying you.
You decided to put the glamour back up, in case your eyes still freaked him out.
“Eddie” you call out tentatively.
“Babe, just… I need a minute” his breathing was heavy, his face contorted with confusion and he was mumbling to himself.
To think you’re the crazy one in this situation…
On the bright side, he still called you babe, and not by your name.
“Okay,” you stand awkwardly on the porch and wait for him to calm down.
After what felt like hours Eddie built up the courage to glance at you. His heart fluttered at the sight of you. Not because he was scared or nervous but because he knew you were it for him. Even after he digested the bomb you just dropped on him, he knew he wanted to be with you.
“You are one freaky girl” he pointed as he walked towards the porch steps.
“I thought you liked freaky” You can’t help but flirt. It came so naturally to him.
“You have no idea” he pulled you in for a hug. A suffocating, bone-crushing hug. One that told you he wasn’t going anywhere.
“Ok let’s talk,” he pulled away and you led him back in the house.
You started from the beginning, explaining the coven, how your parents were also magical, but had been off gallivanting through the Betwixed realm for years now.
“So, are you like 100 years old?” He smirks, and you smack his bicep.
“No, I’m exactly how old I told you I am”
“Sorry,” he laughed.
You explain how the magic works, and he asks you if you’ve ever used any on him.
“The only thing I have used in you is a tonic to calm you but it obviously didn’t work. Guess I needed more for you,” you half laugh to yourself.
“That’s it? Really?”
“Technically, yes.” you pause. and he waits silently for you to explain. “I performed an enchantment to find you.” You twiddle the hem of your skirt nervously.
“Oh?”
“It wasn’t you, specifically, more like a nudge to point us both in the right direction.”
“So that’s why I had that feeling to go somewhere and I hadn’t known why? That’s why I walked into your shop!” He snapped his fingers as he put the pieces together.
“Yeah,” you smile.
“So you desperately wanted me?” He moved closer, inviting your space.
“Desperate?” You gasp.
“Yes, little Witch” he placed a gentle finger on your chin, nudging you to look at him.
“We would have found one another eventually, it was written in the starts. Isn’t that what your cards told us?”
“But we are running out of time” you confess.
“What?” Eddie pulled back.
“There is this… rule, I guess you could call it? If a witch finds a mortal match, then they only have a small window to perform a ritual to make their loved one immortal, like them.”
“Immortal?”
“Yes, Eddie.” You sigh, “I can live forever if I want. We have life-extending magic, I don’t age the same. Our aging slows down as of the twentieth year of a witch’s life. I will look like this for the next sixty-five years probably.”
“Woah” Eddie whispers.
“And the thought of us going through life together with you growing old and dying.” You choke back tears.
“Hey, hey” Eddie soothed, and you took a deep breath.
“But there is something we can do.” You sniffle.
“I know it’s so soon, and a bit crazy. But I can promise you forever with me if that’s what you choose”
Eddie’s eyes widen at the offering, “you don’t have to give me an answer now, but I will need to know soon, maybe a month or so.”
“Then what?”
“Then I perform the ritual, or I wipe your memory clean of any of this” You can’t help your voice from cracking.
“Oh,” Eddie looks down in disappointment.
“Yeah….” A single purple tear falls down your cheek.
You look up at Eddie and he sees your eyes are a deep blue, so blue Eddie knows what that feeling means. Sadness, despair, suffering.
“So I live forever with you, or we break up?”
“Yeah,” you sombrely nod your head.
“What if I choose to live forever then, let’s say in a hundred years we decide to break up… then what?”
“That won’t happen, it doesn’t work like that.”
“How do you know?”
“The fates decided Eddie. When I cast the Amorem enchantment it draws the best two people suited for one another. Think of it like a soul mate match. We will never find another one suited for us.”
“What if I just want to live a normal life with you and not be immortal?”
“Then I’m going to look like this and you’ll be a wrinkled old prune… and eventually I would watch you die and know that I’ll never have another love like ours.”
“That dosen’t seem any better.” He sighs
“No, it’s much worse actually” You play with Eddie’s fingers as he contemplates his future.
“I think I’m going to need something a bit stronger than this beer” he laughs half heartedly.
“I have just the thing”
After you whipped up a mood-boosting elixir, your night with Eddie became much easier to get through. The damper had been lifted as you and Eddie got drunk off the potion, boosting your serotonin levels.
Eddie had never been so carefree and you were begging to feel much more positive about your future with Eddie. Maybe it was false hope in the fates, but you also trusted your magic.
“Can I ask you something?” Eddie and you were in your bed, tucked in after a long night of just wanting to be close to each other.
“Sure” Eddie scoops you into his chest.
“Are mermaids real? Because I would love to— ouch!”
“Don’t even think about finishing that sentence” you had pinched his nipple. Were you jealous? Maybe a little, but mermaids were vile creatures, nothing like Disney cracked them up to be.
“Are they real?” Eddie flinched.
“Unfortunately”
“Cool!”
“What about Vampires?”
“Yep.”
“Werewolves?”
“Yep.”
“Unicorns?”
“Come on Eddie don’t be ridiculous” you snort.
“What? So witches, vampires, mermaids and werewolves are all real but the universe draws the line at unicorns?!”
You burst out into a fit of giggles and before Eddie can even stop to think about what he is staying the words come tumbling out.
“God, I love you.”
The room falls quiet, no longer are you laughing.
“I uh- I mean-“
“I love you, too” You lean down to kiss him.
That nearly invisible force connecting you was now clear as day, to you at least. The magical pull that binds the two of you is now completed, and will never be broken.
A faint glow filled the room as Eddie and your lips connected, a warmth was felt throughout your whole body, you were sure Eddie felt it too. The magical thread that connected you, whether Eddie accepted the fates or not… even if you wiped his memory of you, you both would still be able to feel it. No matter how long or how far apart you were.
“Really? You love me?” Eddie asks.
“I just asked you to spend forever with me, and you’re questioning if I love you?”
“I just wanted to hear you say it again.” His lips brushed yours ever so slightly.
“I love you, Eddie Munson”
“I love you, little Witch.”
You let down your guard, the magic swirled in flecks of silver and gold light around the two of you as you lay on top of Eddie’s chest. His eyes widen at the sight above him. You were the most beautiful thing he had ever encountered.
“Woah” he gasped, awestruck at the floating lights. “I think I could get used to this magic thing”
You let out a breath you weren’t aware you were holding. Like a weight was lifted once you heard Eddie’s acceptance. Finally, you felt hopeful about your future.
It’s been a week and a half since your confession to Eddie and things are going surprisingly well. His fascination is ever-growing as he keeps coming up with questions to ask you. The nature of your reality was sinking in, he was enamoured with the thought of you being supernatural. He wanted to learn, and you were happy to teach you were happy he accepted you for who you are and not pushing you away from fear.
You hadn’t brought up the offer since that night, you were waiting for him to let you know his decision, but you were hopeful because of his fascination.
Today was a lazy day, you both have the rare day off at the same time, so Eddie was over and you were cuddling on the couch when he spoke up.
“I want to do it.”
“Do what, babe?”
“Forever with you.”
“Really?” a broad smile spreads across your face. nothing could keep you from your eyes turning yellow.
Eddie still wasn’t quite used to all your magical quirks. However, he loved that your true mood could be read just by looking into your eyes. He loved learning what each colour meant, especially when they were red.
“Really.” Eddie gave you a chaste kiss before pulling away to ask how the whole spell thing worked.
“I think you’re going to like it.” You smirk knowingly.
Sometime later, you were finally finished downstairs in your altar room. The circle of protection chalked on the floor. The muddled herbs, bark and flowers boiled down into a paste, and your grimour propped open onto the spell you needed.
The room was only lit by candlelight, twenty or so, spread across the room.
You reach for Eddie’s hand and guide him down the stairs.
“You must be sure this is one hundred percent what you want. It will not work if you are not willing to give up your mortality.”
“I’ve never been so sure about anyone.”
“Okay, let us begin” You smirk, knowing Eddie has no idea what he is getting himself into.
“Strip, please”
“Oh,” he raises a brow. Then he sees it. Your red eyes. “Ohhh” He quickly discards his clothing.
You watch as his cock is already stiffening.
“Now be a good boy and step into the circle and lay down,” you ask while also discarding your garments.
Eddie quickly obeys your orders.
“Would you like me to explain the steps before or do you want it to be a surprise?”
“Will it hurt?”
“No”
“Surprise me.” Eddie didn’t think his cock could be any harder. The anticipation was foreplay enough.
You begin the ritual with a deep breath, stepping into the circle with your crystal bowl you straddle Eddie. You scoop the paste you created and create sigils over eddies chest with them while chanting in a language Eddie didn’t recognize.
“Fata, cape hoc humanum meum scrinium amoris. Immortalis est sicut ego. Meus amor, mea lux. Vitam aeternam tribuo ei. Da ei eterinty.”
Your hips start to gride on Eddie’s as you get lost in the chant. Your magic starts to take over your body as you get lost in all of it. The feeling, the love, the magic. Your red eyes were now glowing pure white. Eddie gazed up at you in awe as you continued chanting. He was not sure if you were still here with him or if something had taken over your body.
“Fuck.” Eddie slips and your hand covers his mouth before your pussy slips his cock inside.
Possessed by the magic you were channelling, your body performs the spell. The faster you chanted, the faster you fucked Eddie.
Sex with you had been amazing, but nothing had compared to this. He loved the thrill of this, there was no way he would change his mind.
Eddie tried to tell you he was going to come, unsure if he was allowed to yet. But your hand still muffled his mouth.
You felt him deep in your gut, His thick cock stretching your walls, hitting every spot you needed. Euphoria was essential to the spell and Eddie sure was holding up his end of it.
You heard muffled mumbles come for Eddie and you released your hand from his mouth. You were so far into the chanting that you couldn’t be stopped now even if Eddie tried to interrupt.
“Fata, cape hoc humanum meum scrinium amoris. Immortalis est sicut ego. Meus amor, mea lux. Vitam aeternam tribuo ei. Da ei eterinty. Fata, cape hoc humanum meum scrinium amoris. Immortalis est sicut ego. Meus amor, mea lux. Vitam aeternam tribuo ei. Da ei eterinty.”
Eddie thinks those words will be etched into his memory forever.
His hands roam your body before planting them on your hips. He couldn’t help himself he had to have it harder. Planting his feet on the ground, Eddie snaps his hips up into you, meeting your pace. The wet sounds of skin-on-skin echo through the basement walls, faster and faster, louder and louder. Your voice trumps the delicious sounds of sex, and then it hits you both. Your mind-numbing, explosive orgasms rip through each of you. Your bodies shake, and you let out a loud cry of pure bliss.
A blinding white light fills the room, blowing out all the candles you lit before they relate themselves. You collapse on top of Eddie, exhausted by the amount of magic youve performed.
Breathless you and Eddie stay connected.
“It is done?” Eddie asks in a daze, not sure if he is supposed to feel any different.
Without enough energy to speak, you nod your head against Eddie’s chest.
“You’re incredible, little Witch.” and that is the last thing you remember before falling asleep.
You wake up, your cheek cemented to Eddie’s tattoo-clad chest.
“There she is.” Eddie storks your hair.
“How long was I out?” you mumble, rubbing the sleep from our eyes.
“An hour, I can only guess.”
Eddie shifted and you felt him still inside of you so you grind your soar hips so he slips further in.
“You’re a succubus.”
“You wish” You kiss his neck. “How do you feel?”
“Like I could move a mountian.” Eddie sighs as you grind down on him, cock growing with each push.
“Mmmm, good” you hum.
Eddie could no longer take it, even though he had the best orgasm of his life an hour ago, you were like a drug to him. He wanted more.
Flipping you around so you are on your back, Eddie spreads your legs further apart, watching how his cock buried deep within you.
You admire the now permanent sigil etched into his skin like a tattoo. You didn’t even know if Eddie was aware of the new ink that came with forever existence, but that all gets erased when his hips jerk so deeply within you that your eyes turn a colour Eddie has never seen before. The most beautiful deep purple.
“Baby" you moan.
“Fuck, little Witch,” you can’t help but clamp down on him.
“Oh you like that don’t you, Sorceress.”
“Y-yes” you tremble.”
Eddie can’t believe how powerful he feels; you’ve granted him this gift and he needs to show his appreciation in return.
He pulls out, and you plead, but not for long because he buries his face between your legs. Your sweet slick coats his tongue as it dances around your clit.
“More” You plead. Your hips gride down on his chin, and the stubble on his cheeks scrapes your inner thighs.
“I’ll give you anything you want.” He was yours to serve. His tounge swirls around your extra sensitive clit.
“Make me cum.”
A wave of pleasure hits you hard when Eddie pushes his cock back inside your needy cunt. With each thrust, he works himself through your orgasm, making your head spin; wave after wave consumes your body. You feel his hands graze your nipples, tweaking them and making you clench down on him even tighter.
With Eddie’s head thrown back, sweat dripping down his chest glittering the candle light he looked like a deity.
After one more final thrust Eddie collapses on top of you.
“That was amazing.” He nuzzles into your neck and you can’t help but agree.
When Eddie finally pulls out, you feel a rush of release come out with him.
“You’re a messy little Witch, aren’t you?”
“Me?”
“Yes” he slips a finger through your slit collecting your combined cum and you jerk away, your cunt all so sensitive.
“Well, you’re the one who asked for it” you smirk.
“I would be an idiot to deny being with you like this for eternity”
Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader
Summary: Eddie falls for the shy girl with the beautiful voice.
Genre: Fluff, Light Angst
Content: no Y/N, Eddie POV, strangers to lovers, Eddie overhears you practicing, and gets an idea, 1724/5107 words
A/N: Based on this request.
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Chapter 1 - Siren Song
The box in Eddie’s hands rattles as he stomps along the empty halls of Hawkins High. Plastic, paper, and cloth bump and scrape against each other within the taped-together cardboard box he uses to store all his trinkets and notebooks for Hellfire in time with each of his bouncy steps. The noise itches at something deep in his mind, spurring him to drum his thumbs on the box and hum a senseless tune to drown out the unsettling clamor and ease the rising tension in his body. It doesn’t work, as he only becomes increasingly aware of the sound in trying to overwhelm it with his own.
Something joins in on his joyless concert, a muffled harmony drifting through the halls as he nears the exit to the school. He stops in his tracks, ears straining to decipher the noise.
It’s a voice, singing a melody that’s vaguely familiar but too distant for him to distinguish. He follows the music through the vacant halls until the song title is dragged through the murky waters of his memory to the surface. “Somebody to Love,” bleeding beneath the door to the music room in a girl’s voice and accompanied by piano. He peeks through the little window in one of the double doors to see you sitting at the school’s upright, too lost in the performance to notice that you’ve inadvertently acquired an audience.
Of all the faces he’s learned over his too many years in Hawkins, yours is one he doesn’t recognize, a feat especially unbelievable since Eddie likes to think he knows everything there is to know about the music scene in Hawkins. He hangs out with the band kids occasionally and goes to every talent show and Battle of the Bands that goes on in this town, and yet he’s never seen you anywhere. He racks his brain for a possible class or look shared between the two of you over the years and comes up empty handed. He has no clue who you are. You could be some sort of supernatural being for all he knows, a ghost who haunts the music room or a siren luring him to the cragged rocks of the sea.
Eddie listens with his ear pressed to the door as you sail through the climax of the song. Your voice is unlike any he’s heard before, except maybe for the fading childhood memory of his mother’s lilting timbre as she danced with him on her toes to the tune of Muddy Waters. Yours carries, strong and full with a hint of emotion that blankets Eddie like a warm embrace even through the harsh barrier of the music room door.
His eyes drift close as he lets the music wash over him like a cool breeze. With his back pressed to the door, the final chord resonates through his body, pulling him from a beautiful dream. Without hesitation, he reaches for the door handle, struggling around the box in his hands until he stumbles through the opening.
“That was amazing,” he blurts.
He’s greeted by a dissonant blunder of slammed piano keys as you jump in your seat, your head popping up from the piano to stare at him wide eyed. Your hand draws over your heart.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you,” Eddie says over the sound of the door rattling closed behind him. “I overheard you playing,” he says, gesturing behind him like the door itself served as proof.
“I didn’t realize anyone else was here,” you murmur in a voice antithesis to the strong belt you carried before. Eddie steps closer to hear you better.
“Yeah, my club usually finishes up pretty late,” he says, swinging the box side to side.
“Right. Hellfire,” you hum. The tone is unrevealing. Typically, people say the name with disdain, like the words were sour to the taste.
Eddie’s eyebrows lift in pleased surprise. “So, you’ve heard of us? All bad things I hope.”
A subdued smile floats up onto your face, and you look back down at the keys for distraction, idly pressing on the higher tones.
“You’re really good,” Eddie praises, the notes reminding him of the reason he walked in. “Didn’t realize we had this kind of talent in Hawkins.”
You tuck your hands back into your lap, eyes only meeting Eddie’s own briefly before flicking back down, a polite instinct stifled by embarrassment. “It’s really nothing.”
Eddie tosses down the box, causing you to jump slightly, and barrels over to you. He drops down onto the bench beside you, and you scurry to the edge like a spooked mouse. “No, seriously. You should join the talent show. Give us something good for once.”
The Hawkins High Talent Show was a mandatory attendance affair, although if it weren’t for the fact that it was the only time Corroded Coffin was allowed to perform at school, Eddie would’ve found a way to ditch it anyway. With the only “talent” coming out of Hawkins in the past six years being Tammy Thompson and her pitchy singing, it was obviously not a fun time for anyone.
But if you performed? Eddie would find a way to go even if Corroded Coffin was banned from showing their faces.
You vigorously shake your head. “No. No, I couldn’t do that.”
“Why the hell not?”
“‘Cause my heart would explode playing in front of all those people?”
Eddie grins. “A bit of stage fright, huh?”
“A bit is a huge understatement. Don’t you remember the Junior Talent Show?”
A buried memory surges to the forefront of Eddie’s mind, pulling a gasp from his lips. “Oh my god! I do know you.”
A full body cringe overtakes your body as you let out a regretful groan at the reminder. Your hands clench against the side of your head and you keel over, resting your weight on the lip of wood above the piano keys.
Eddie had seen you before.
Back at the Junior Talent Show, not only was attendance mandatory, but so was performance. Each student had to participate at least once during their three years at the school, an absolutely malevolent thing to force insecure preteens to do. Eddie held out until his last year, leading to the formation of Corroded Coffin as well as their first performance, but you were also there that year, sitting at a piano like this one.
Eddie remembered watching you from offstage, thinking how small and frightened you looked with your feet not even touching the floor, probably a sixth grader yet to have their growth spurt. The curtains pulled back, and you stared, doe-eyed, at the auditorium of students. Murmurs built up among the crowd as the prolonged silence pushed the limits of preteen politeness. One snicker turned into barking laughter, and you burst into tears. In a scramble to get offstage, you tripped on the piano bench’s leg, the resulting bodyslam against the wood floor sounding out across the room and sending the whole student body into chaos. Your name was the butt of every joke in the hallways until school broke out for summer break and Eddie left for high school.
He’d completely forgotten about the moment, but it seems like you hadn’t. Not by a long shot.
Eddie pats your shoulder. “Hey, we all have our moments. I puked the first time I played in front of an audience.”
You turn your head to look at him, though you still remain slouched over. “Really?”
“Yeah. Ruined my favorite Metallica shirt,” Eddie says, gesturing to his chest like he was pointing out the area of impact, even though the whole thing is a complete lie. He’s never had trouble with performing in front of crowds because he’s never been scared of making a fool of himself. Didn’t mean you had to know that though.
You bite your lip and sigh, sitting back up and staring at Eddie with furrowed brows. It’s the longest time you’ve gone without breaking eye contact, and the intensity of it is making Eddie want to be the one to break first. “Look, uhm, Eddie?” He nods in confirmation, although he’s surprised you have to guess at his name, considering his reputation. “You’re really sweet, but I’m just not cut out for the spotlight. I’m good here.” You hover your shaky hands over the keys.
“What if you had someone to play with?” Eddie suggests.
Your brows furrow.
“What if I played with you?” he rephrases. “Won’t be so scary if you don’t have to do it alone, right?”
You tilt your head downward in muted disapproval. “Sorry, but I don’t even know you.”
“Yet!” Eddie bursts, holding up a finger. “You don’t know me yet.”
You breathe a laugh, a reluctant smile on your lips.
Eddie holds his hands up in defense. “Hey, baby steps. I’ll be your test run. When you can play in front of one person, what’s a couple hundred more?”
You shake your head, although your smile only widens. “You’re not as convincing as you think you are.”
“If I’m only half as convincing, I’ll consider it a win,” Eddie grins.
“Come on,” he says, shaking you by the shoulder until laughter billows through your mouth. He stands up, delighting in how your eyes naturally follow. “Just picture it. The rush of performing.” He stands behind you, puppeting your hands to slam against the piano keys. “The crowd of adoring fans.” He steps back to the side, clapping loudly and wiping an invisible tear. “Bravo! Bravo! Encore! Encore!”
You laugh, looking away from him in an attempt to hide the bright smile on your face. “Okay, fine! I’ll do it,” you surrender.
“Oh, come on. Show some enthusiasm,” Eddie shouts. He cups his hands over his mouth. “I’m going to join the school talent show!”
He watches as you mimic him, your hands more constrained around your mouth like you were hiding behind them. “I’m going to join the school talent show!”
“There you go!” he booms. “I’m going to join, and I’m going to win!”
“I’m going to join, and I’m going to win!”
Eddie laughs, which makes you laugh, too. Your eyes crinkle at the corners, and the harsh lights of the music room reflect in your eyes like stars.
He can’t help but notice how beautiful you are when you laugh.
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I am really excited to read this i'm so glad my idea inspired a series. Unfortunately, I will not be on tumblr for a little while because I had a death in the family but I am bookmarking this sit down and read later
Your voice is unlike any he’s heard before, except maybe for the fading childhood memory of his mother’s lilting timbre as she danced with him on her toes to the tune of Muddy Waters. Yours carries, strong and full with a hint of emotion that blankets Eddie like a warm embrace.
“You’re really good,” Eddie praises. “Didn’t realize we had this kind of talent in Hawkins.”
You tuck your hands into your lap, eyes only meeting Eddie’s own briefly before flicking back down, a polite instinct stifled by embarrassment. “It’s really nothing.”
Eddie drops down onto the bench beside you, and you scurry to the edge like a spooked mouse. “No, seriously. You should join the talent show. Give us something good for once.”
You vigorously shake your head. “No. No, I couldn’t do that.”
“Why the hell not?”
“‘Cause my heart would explode playing in front of all those people?”
Eddie hums, thinking.
“Well, what if I played with you?”
Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader
Summary: Eddie falls for the shy girl with the beautiful voice.
Genre: Fluff, Light Angst
Content: no Y/N, Eddie POV, strangers to lovers, 5107 words
Your voice is unlike any he’s heard before, except maybe for the fading childhood memory of his mother’s lilting timbre as she danced with him on her toes to the tune of Muddy Waters. Yours carries, strong and full with a hint of emotion that blankets Eddie like a warm embrace.
“You’re really good,” Eddie praises. “Didn’t realize we had this kind of talent in Hawkins.”
You tuck your hands into your lap, eyes only meeting Eddie’s own briefly before flicking back down, a polite instinct stifled by embarrassment. “It’s really nothing.”
Eddie drops down onto the bench beside you, and you scurry to the edge like a spooked mouse. “No, seriously. You should join the talent show. Give us something good for once.”
You vigorously shake your head. “No. No, I couldn’t do that.”
“Why the hell not?”
“‘Cause my heart would explode playing in front of all those people?”
Eddie hums, thinking.
“Well, what if I played with you?”
Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader
Summary: Eddie falls for the shy girl with the beautiful voice.
Genre: Fluff, Light Angst
Content: no Y/N, Eddie POV, strangers to lovers, 5107 words
So I love eddie munson have been for years. I love reading people's fan fiction about him. I can't get enough of it. Here's my thing and somebody can take this idea, but what about a fan fiction where eddie falls in love with the reader when he hears her Sing for the first time. Like they're at school and he's walking by the music Hall and overhears beautiful singing and him being a musician himself had to check it out and found himself spying on the reader who is practicing her music. Just imagine the reader playing the piano in her own little world as she sang and he falls in love with her from hearing her voice. AAAAHHHHH i know it sounds cheesy and mushy but I like it, and i've pictured it in my head i'm not very good at writing but I definitely think this would be cute.
See, I know this is like three months later, but I saw this post in February and wanted to write a fic based on this. (Originally, I only posted on AO3, so this is lowkey the reason I started blogging on Tumblr lmao.) With the other fic I was working on I didn't start writing for this prompt until last month, but it's finished now lol!
Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), Eddie has a bit of a praise kink
WC: 424
Minors DNI
Eddie Munson was a truly gorgeous human being. He was tall and lean with the muscles of a mechanic, especially around his forearms and hands from years of playing guitar. His long fingers were always adorned with various silver rings, sometimes even a bracelet that he always put on his right wrist. His pale skin was covered with the dark ink of long-healed tattoos. A mess of unruly hair fell beautifully around his oval face, highlighting a strong jaw and huge brown eyes.
He knew he was attractive, just the same as any other early twenties guy who’s soon to journey out into the great wide world. But he didn’t know how incredibly beautiful he was. You were hypnotised by him, utterly and completely stuck onto him.
Yet nothing compared to how heart-achingly divine he was right at this moment. The small lamp on his bed-side table cast a yellow hue over his freckled skin. His hair fanned out over your plump thighs as his face was nestled between them.
Sweat rolled down his sides like little drops of gold. Black boxers sat low on his narrow pelvis, showing off his long porcelain legs and perky ass.
The muscles in his back rippled with each surge of his hips against the bedspread. You could feel the tip of his round nose pressed to the small bundle of nerves that shot sparks of pleasure through you. “Eddie.” You moaned and buried your hand in his hair.
But instead of the boy picking up his pace, he lifted his head to grin at you. “Yes babydoll?” Your chest constricted with affection. He rested his cheek on your soft inner thigh and you noticed the shine of your juices along his square chin. His chest heaved as he took in as much air as he could before he inevitably returned to the warmth of your cunt.
Releasing his black curls from your fingers, you cupped his jaw and used your thumb to wipe away some of the slick that remained on his lips. “You’re so pretty.” You murmured.
Eddie’s face went beet red with the praise and somehow, his already blown pupils grew wider. “You’re in trouble now.” He growled and surged forward once more, forgetting that he was meant to be teasing you.
Your back arched up to meet his dexterous tongue as you struggled to keep your eyes on him through the blinding pleasure. “So so pretty.” He moaned deeply into your soaked folds, his fingers tightening on your wide hips.
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it’s not weird to love it and comment and leave kudos because the author will probably still see it someday and it will make them happy.
it’s not weird to like said author’s work so much that you want to go look for other fics from them.
it’s not weird to go through the authors profile and look for other fics from the ships you like (or maybe some that you’ll give a chance because you liked the author) and maybe bookmark them for later.
it’s not weird to read these other fics and like them too and comment on them because you actually like them and you want to let the author know.
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Warnings: Smut, Spice, Angst, insecurities for being plus sized
Authors Note: I do relate to this a lot being a plus sized girl myself so I decided to make it with one of my favorite boys!
Word Count: 1.3k
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The familiar warmth of Eddie Munson’s basement wrapped around you like a comforting blanket. The soft glow from the mismatched lamps gave the room a cozy, intimate feel, casting long shadows across the table littered with dice, character sheets, and empty soda cans. It was the final session of the week’s D&D campaign, and though you loved every second of it, your mind wasn’t entirely in the game tonight. Every time you looked up, you found Eddie’s eyes on you—intense and playful, like he was always one step ahead, waiting for you to notice.
But behind the excitement of the game, something tugged at the back of your mind. As you leaned over to grab your dice, you tugged the edge of your shirt down a bit, feeling self-conscious about the way it hugged your body. The soft fabric clung to your curves in a way that made you hyper-aware of every extra inch, every dip and swell that you were never sure was attractive enough.
You tried to focus on the game, on the banter between Eddie and the other players, but your mind kept wandering. You’d always been the “big girl” in your group of friends. It wasn’t something you ever hid, but deep down, that quiet voice of insecurity whispered whenever you caught sight of yourself in the mirror or overheard other girls at school talking about their crushes. Eddie was different, though. He never treated you like you didn’t belong. In fact, sometimes it felt like he noticed you even more because of it, but you couldn’t quite believe that.
The session was wrapping up now, your sorceress character leading the charge in the final epic battle. You cast a massive fireball spell, decimating the Dark One, your hands trembling with excitement as the group cheered in unison. The adrenaline of the final encounter flooded your system, but even that couldn’t shake the feeling of self-consciousness that always seemed to linger beneath the surface.
“Great work tonight,” Eddie said, his voice casual but carrying that familiar edge of something deeper. “That last spell was killer.”
You gave him a small smile, but the insecurity gnawing at your insides made it hard to fully enjoy the praise. “Thanks. I just followed your lead, really.”
As the others packed up and started to leave, Eddie lingered, his eyes flicking back to you more often than usual. The air between you both felt heavier, charged with a tension that had been building for some time. You could feel it, and it seemed like Eddie was about to address it.
Once the door closed behind the last player, silence settled over the room. Eddie took a step closer, his posture more relaxed now, but there was a seriousness in his eyes. "You’ve been a little quiet tonight," he said, gently pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "What’s going on?”
You hesitated, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze. The urge to downplay your feelings tugged at you, but Eddie had this way of making you feel safe, like you could be yourself without judgment. "I don’t know… Sometimes, I just don’t feel like I fit in. Like, not really. I’m not like the other girls, and it’s hard not to think about."
Eddie stepped closer, his fingers tracing the back of your hand as he crouched down to your level. “What do you mean?” he asked softly, his dark eyes locked onto yours. His thumb gently grazed your knuckles as if grounding you in the moment.
“I mean… look at me,” you said, voice tinged with hesitation. “I don’t exactly look like the girls you usually see around school, the kind guys are into.”
Eddie shook his head, his expression turning more serious. “You don’t give yourself enough credit,” he said quietly. “Look, I’ve seen you around those people, and I see you. You stand out in all the right ways.”
His hand slid from yours, and before you knew it, he was sitting beside you on the couch, his knee brushing yours, sending a spark of warmth through your skin. “I notice you, and not just because of your confidence in the game or your laugh,” he continued, his voice low, “but because you’re real. You’re not like those girls—you’re better. Your curves, your strength... You have no idea how much I love that.”
Your heart pounded as his words sunk in, disbelief and hope battling in your chest. You felt seen in a way you never had before.
“Come here,” Eddie murmured, his voice dipping as he leaned in closer, his eyes dark with sincerity. His hand found your waist, fingers grazing the curve of your hip as if testing the waters. The moment felt electric, his touch making your skin tingle with warmth.
You hesitated for a beat before allowing yourself to lean into his touch, your breath hitching as Eddie’s hand slid up the small of your back, pulling you closer. His lips hovered near your ear, his breath warm against your neck. “You’re more than enough,” he whispered, and those words felt like a balm to the insecurity that had taken root deep inside you for so long.
Your hands moved on their own, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as you pulled him into a kiss. It was slow at first, a tentative brush of lips, but the moment his lips touched yours, all the built-up tension between you both melted away.
Eddie deepened the kiss, his fingers threading into your hair as he angled your head for better access. His free hand gently explored the curves of your body, never rushing, as if he wanted to take his time feeling every inch. You could feel his appreciation in every stroke, every caress, the way his fingers seemed to linger on your soft curves as though they were something he adored.
You gasped softly into the kiss as Eddie’s hand slid under your shirt, his fingers trailing up your sides, grazing your skin with a reverence that made your heart race. The touch wasn’t rushed or aggressive—it was careful, deliberate, like he was memorizing the shape of you.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed against your lips, pulling back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark with desire but filled with a softness that made your heart flutter. His words weren’t just sweet nothings—they were truths spoken as if he couldn’t hold them back any longer. “Every part of you.”
Your breath hitched, your insecurities momentarily forgotten as Eddie’s hands roamed, pulling you closer as if he couldn’t get enough. You felt the heat between you building, your body responding to his touches, but more than that, you felt a sense of acceptance. A sense of being wanted, exactly as you were.
Eddie’s hands continued their slow, appreciative exploration, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below your jaw as you leaned back against the couch. You shivered under his touch, your body alight with sensation, but what struck you the most was how cherished you felt in this moment.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” Eddie whispered against your skin, his voice low and gravelly with need. “Wanted you.”
Your response was lost in another kiss, more urgent now as your hands roamed over his shoulders, his chest, feeling the strength beneath his shirt. The closeness between you both felt intoxicating, each touch fanning the flames of desire that had been simmering between you for weeks.
As Eddie’s hand slid further up, his fingers grazing the soft swell of your chest, he paused for a moment, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. His gaze was intense, but there was a question in his eyes, a silent ask for permission. You nodded, breathless, and his hand moved again, cupping your chest with a tenderness that made your heart flutter.
“You’re perfect,” he murmured, and in that moment, you believed him.
Hope you enjoyed! Please follow, like and Reblog💜 -Midnight’s Cafe
Warnings: Language, slight smut, touching, body-issues, reader has insecurities over big chest, ass slapping, oral sex (f receiving), self-esteem, mentions slight panic and anxiety, mirror play, and NSFW.
Pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!Plus size Reader
Wordcount: 1,945
A/N: I’ve had a lot of negative comments from people/my family about my weight lately, so… This is self-indulgent. I need Eddie to make me and my body type feel appreciated.
Buying lingerie to show Eddie and he’s honored that someone dresssd up for him.
You had fumbled with the bags all day, caught between regretting your decision and ready to take it on. Eddie wasn’t like other guys… other people, really. It wasn’t that you feared what he would do, no. It was the humiliating dread of him being nice to spare your feelings, the worst possible outcome equaling out to disgust at your surprise. But you had pushed it aside, freshened in your shower, applied a different makeup look to frame your features, then slipped an old parka on over the black lace.
You’d forgone heels and kept your boots on, those easy to take off once you had arrived at the trailer, your giddy boyfriend greeting you like he’s never seen you a day in his life. With the air conditioner properly placed in the trailer, Eddie’s hair was down, curled around his shoulders, a simple white tank top and black cut off sweat shorts over his trim form. He’s always beautiful to you. The amused smirk on his face did not go unnoticed, however, upon taking in your parka in this sweltering Indiana heat (even at night). It was an automatic “it’s cooler in my room, if you wanna?” offer, with him grabbing two bottles of coke from his fridge on the way.
Time to do this thing…
~*~
When he pushes his door open, the coolness that carries his Old Spice, nicotine soaked scent, it hits you square in the face. You relax a little, already sliding your fingers into your jacket buttons, popping them open and working the zipper. His back is to you as clears some space on his dresser, going on about why you’re wearing a coat, if you’re okay, what is it about. Your teeth sink into your lower lip, an anxious reaction, and you’re shoving the coat off your shoulders, exposed skin immediately stimulated with the prickles of electrifying goosebumps. And Eddie, god love him, he isn’t at all prepared for what he sees when your voice hooks into his attention span and gets him to turn around.
“Eddie?”
Initially, you take his shocked look as something bad. His widened eyes and slack jaw, the way he runs his fingers and tugs at his own roots. You feel an immature burn of familiar tears, reaching to pick up the coat and apologize. His voice leaves zero room for that energy in here.
“No, baby. No, sweetheart.” Layering on pet names to help soothe you, he calms the panicked nerves he can see escalating.
Though his own heart rate is out of control, his tongue’s tip on fire, touching his cheek, sweats suddenly tighter. You are his personal goddess on the daily — something he never expected, nor looked for. And you did this for him? The devil freak gets something special from an Angel like you? Temporarily halting your actions, you do notice the way his eyes expand into the depths of midnight black, how he reaches to adjust himself in his sweats - it keeps you here.
He reaches for you with that outstretched, tattooed arm. “Baby? Let me in. Let me see? I’m just not used to this…” He rushes to correct his phrasing, already knowing what it could do to you. “I mean, I’m not used to a hot fuckin’ woman getting dressed up for a guy like me, y’know? Takes a minute to sink in. And honestly? I’m waiting for Wayne to wake me up right now.”
It all clicks for you. It isn’t just about your insecurities, but this also giving something special to someone who also struggles to see confidence and self-worth. You’ve never been more proud of yourself than in this moment, overcoming your fears to get Eddie Munson this excited? You take his hand with a soft smile, albeit, still shy as he brings you around to pinch your chin between his fingertips, leaning in to press a kiss to your nose’s tip. His voice is gravelly, soaked in heat. Eddie’s mouth ghosts across your own, barely touching as he asks, “Permission to touch?”
You give into him, hand still in his, the other raising to hold onto the warmth of his shoulder, twirling his curls into your grasp to ease some nerves. His eyes immediately widen as he truly gets to look you over. Overflowing thighs in a beautiful thong, your thick curls peeking out of the sides, your beautiful legs — clad in silk sheer stockings, lace trimmed to meet, your stretch marks, your scars, the way, in which, you carry your plush stomach, to your full breasts that spill over the cups, and even your makeup — different, darker, more smoldering. He tips the digits of his spare hand, rings clinking together as he tickles his way up your forearm, tracing the vein back down, until he’s tapping on your pulse point inside of your wrist. Hands join, his grip shifting you into a twist, with your back pressed against his chest, and how badly he wants you nudging at your bare ass cheek.
You bow your head from immediate reflection in the mirror — something your boyfriend has yet to see. He’s too busy watching the way your ass swallows that thin black strap, this set showcasing all the indents that cascade down your thighs. And even your boots, he loves that you kept it you, that you didn’t force yourself into heels. You don’t like them, he knows this. He lets his fingers path their way along your spine, rubbing across the clasp on your bra, pausing to ask once more, now quite aware that you’re looking awkwardly at his messy floor.
“Sweetheart? You okay up there?” It’s silent for a beats, but then you’re mentioning his mirror.
He fights back a sigh, because how can you not see how perfect you look — without or without all of this. He wants to keep your comfort in mind, but it’s also important that he helps you see how fucking gorgeous you are. So he shakes his head, his curls tickling your shoulder blades.
“I don’t think so.”
You object, stopping yourself when his voice pleads into a softness that you’ve never heard from him before.
“I want to try somethin’. And if you don’t like it, we move away from the mirror, kay? Zero pressure, all your call.”
You have to admit that you’re intrigued, and excitement bubbling beneath your breastbone, dumping molten lava over your flesh. Eddie can see you inhale sharply through the mirror. He does that downward nod, brow raised, and you’re nodding. He’s so giddy that his tongue pokes out in concentration, joined hands freed, one of his dipping backward in a journey to slide the back of his knuckles across your thong strap. You arch into his torso, watching him watch you.
There’s a primal confidence that stirs in your belly, twists inside of your gut, ultimately soaking you between your legs. And as he finds the clasp on your bra, getting it unhooked in one go, only for his hands to dance along your sides, hook underneath your armpits, and immediately begin to tease your areola in languid strokes — you lose it. He allows his chin to rest on your shoulder, his voice the cure for everything you’ve ever needed, or will desire. “Look at yourself. Don’t look at me, just watch yourself.”
Your gaze finds your own body, not even caring at the exposure of your breasts or how they hang (something you are trying to be okay with, you know), heart accelerating full speed ahead, sure that Eddie can feel it. It’s almost like his mimicking the way he runs his fingers across the body of his guitar — easy, languidly, making sure to dip and curve when necessary. He goes with your head tilt, his voice finding your earlobe, hot breath causing your nipples to harden. “This body, it’s like the shield of your secret world. One that only I’m allowed into…” He breaks apart his sentence to drop his hands over your navel, curling into that ticklish spot that has you shivering.
“Eddie…” You watch your lips part, tongue licking to smear your lipstick.
It seems as if you’re watching a private show, beautiful woman and her beautiful lover. You’re out of body, yet you have never been more present. Eddie, he can hardly think, his breaths falling over uneven pants, his cock so hard that his eyes could cross. He can’t stop touching you, won’t dare miss how your eyes have glossed over at the performance your body is giving you. He can cry within this moment, so grateful, so fuckin’ proud of you.
So he keeps going, saying what he feels in several organs. “Your body is a map and I get to explore it with these.” He wiggles his fingers against your tummy, letting them fall above your elastic waistband, before they dip inside. Holy Christ, you’re warm, and he hasn’t even touched you properly.
“With my lips.” His lips find the flesh of your neck, sucking the skin into his mouth — tasting your perspiration, your body wash… you.
He watches your legs spread on their own accord, beckoning him to take what he wants. His fingers brush through your soaking wet curls, a moan leaving his throat so deep that it echoes inside of his diaphragm. Fuck. You’re a mess. Both of you hold your breaths as his fingers glide along your seam, combing through your hair, making it even sloppier, cruder.
And the way you sound…
It is you who looks up first this time to catch the reflection, enchanted by the way his knuckles and the rings adorning take shape beneath your lace panties. He lets his remaining hand smack your ass, one cheek at a time, before it cups your breast to give a pinch. You’re shocked when he releases you to come around and briefly block your view. But he presses his sticky fingers to your mouth and you suck them in without question, enjoying your own taste (something you would barely try beforehand), and Eddie literally gasps, tugging you by a love handle in for a crushing kiss. By the time you part, you’ve left your lipstick stain on his fingers and his own mouth — your claim.
That’s when he licks his lips, dropping to his knees, giving you an entirely different view. He’s at your feet, tugging your panties down, a thick creamy web threaded from you to the crotch, making you swallow harshly. You balance on his shoulder to step out, left in just your boots and thigh high stockings. He rubs his hands along the material, squeezing, appreciating the flesh beneath. His brown irises are left to a simple ring, a murky abyss shadowing his sclera.
His does that thing with his mouth, the one that causes you to fold like a lawn chair. And then he’s speaking to you, using two fingers to noisily part your cunt. “You can even take my tongue captive inside of you, empress.”
Your hands drop, fisting into his curls immediately, as he wastes to time to give you one solid lick, gathering what he has to circle your opening, his tongue’s tip then pushing into you. He’s whining in little grunts, vibrating between your legs, in absolutely heaven on earth. You begin to ride over his face, hand in his curls, unrelenting, one finding your nipple to play with. You’re doing exactly as he’d hoped — watching yourself receive his worship. And this is something he will never let you forget.
warnings: angst, allusions to smut, major body insecurities, troubles orgasming due to said insecurities, eddie is so incredibly sweet, oral (fem receiving)
a/n: this started out as just a little angsty thing cause i was in my feelings, but it quickly spiraled into something more. while i feel a little nervous sharing it because it directly mirrors my own experience with intimacy issues and self esteem, i hope it can maybe help someone who has felt this same way <3
“— just stop, eds. it’s clearly not gonna happen.”
he can hear the disappointment in your voice as you tug his hand out of your panties. willing away the tears that threaten to spill past your lash line.
you swear something’s wrong with you.
he’s been at this for well over an hour, having to take multiple breaks from when his fingers started to cramp up. your clit feels almost raw, yet numb to the touch. the constant circles he was rubbing against it left you with nothing but discomfort.
“sweetheart—” he whispers, brushing your hair back from your face.
but you quickly bury your face into the pillow, the sheer humiliation makes you wish the ground would open up and swallow you whole. you already know what he’s going to say, he’s said it more times than you can count.
“save it, please. i don’t want your pity,” your words are slightly muffled, but he hears them loud and clear.
so he stays silent, keeping his chest pressed into your back. he rubs soothing circles over the curve of your hip while you soak his pillow with your tears. each silent shake of your shoulders twists the knife deeper into his gut.
why he hasn’t left is beyond you— anyone else would have.
not only is he stuck with a girlfriend who can’t take her clothes off in front of him, he’s stuck with one who can’t finish either. you can’t imagine how frustrating that must be.
“why are you even still here?” you sniffle, feeling his body stiffen behind you. “this can’t be fun for you.”
he doesn’t answer you, instead moving from his position behind you to roll you onto your back before he slots himself between your thick thighs. and even in the dark of his room you can see how your words have upset him.
“— i’m here because i love you.” he asserts, calloused fingers catching your chin to keep your gaze level with his. “i stay despite how much you continually try to push me away, because you’re everything to me.”
and he catches some more tears that trickle down your cheeks with his thumb. he unintentionally swipes them over your lips and they taste almost bitter on your tongue when you take a shuddering breath in.
“i just.. i feel like this is too good to be true— that you’re too good to be true.” you voice is barely above a whisper now, “that once you see everything… you’ll change your mind.”
his eyes slip shut and an almost painful look crosses over his features.
“baby,” he sighs, carefully taking your hand to guide it up his bare torso. you can feel the uneven flesh beneath your fingertips, a reminder that you almost lost him not so long ago. “you could grow a third head and sprout a tail and i would love you just the same.”
that image has you giggling softly, the sound causing his eyes to flutter back open. eddie grins down at you, bringing your hand up to press a gentle kiss to the back of it.
“there’s my girl,” he hums.
and despite the worry that still lingers in the back of your head, your body automatically reacts to his gentle words. you shift your hips beneath his own, now acutely aware of how uncomfortable the damp cotton feels against your skin.
eddie can see that spark of need return to your eyes, his head tilting down to nudge your nose with his own. he inhales your soft gasp when he carefully presses his hips down into yours.
“can i try something? if you don’t like it, i promise we can stop.”
he waits before making another move, lips hovering over yours until he hears your soft confirmation. then he starts to descend lower.
his lips press against the cotton of your sleep shirt, across the soft pudge of your belly. and you hold you breath when his fingers graze over the hem of it, slowly beginning to push it up your plush thighs.
“eddie i—”
he must hear the alarm in your voice as he stops, warm eyes gazing up at you from where he’s positioned between your legs.
“do you want me to stop?” he asks.
the small shake of your head encourages him to continue, pushing the shirt up only until he can see the outline of your panties.
“we’ll keep this on, okay?” he motions to your shirt.
“okay,” you breathe.
you feel your body is on fire, every nerve ending like a live wire. and you practically jolt when you feel his lips press against your damp underwear, his tongue licking a slow stripe between your clothed folds.
“oh,” you sigh and you can feel his deep chuckle rumble against your core.
so he does it again, enjoying the breathy whine that tumbles past your lips. eddie’s fingers slide up your thighs, sneaking underneath the elastic of your underwear as he continues his actions. going slow enough to get you used to the feeling, but firm enough so you feel each drag of his tongue.
after your first failed attempt from earlier you feel ravenous, now bucking your hips up against his mouth. and your boyfriend seems to get the hint.
“you want them off, sweetheart?”
and you nod almost frantically, any feelings of insecurity pushed to the wayside as your desire slams back into you at full force.
not needing to be told again, eddie carefully guides the fabric down your thighs. tossing them next to you on the bed before he coaxes your legs to rest on his shoulders. even in the dark he can see the curly hairs that cover your mound and the sticky strings of desire when he guides your folds apart with his fingers.
you hear a soft curse leave his mouth, his hair tickling your inner thighs when he leans down further to guide his tongue through your slick.
“so fuckin’ pretty, baby.” he coos.
you gasp aloud at the sensation when the muscle delves deeper, dipping inside your entrance before dragging more slick up to your sensitive nub.
everything feels more heightened like this— more intimate. and you swear you’re more in love with him now than you ever been.
so you let your body sink further into the mattress while he tastes you properly for the first time. his own hips rutting against the bed in tandem with each glide of his tongue. the noises he’s making are downright filthy, the vibrations only aiding in bringing you closer to that release.
it’s right within your grasp, all you have to do is reach out and take it.
the edges of your vision start to blur while your fingers card themselves through his curls to hold him in place. and that wave that’s been building up inside you finally crashes over the surface.
your shaky cry of his name has him moaning into you, his hips twitching as he spills into the fabric of his boxers. and he doesn’t mind when your trembling thighs tighten around his head, keeping him locked into place between your hips.
not that eddie would ever complain.
you finally release him when the feeling becomes too much, thighs settling onto the bed when you tug at his curls. he lifts his head then, eyes mirroring your half lidded gaze. his slick-smeared lips shine in the moonlight that streams through his bedroom window and you feel another rush of emotion flow through you.
“thank you,” you whisper, voice cracking.
he brings your knuckles back to his lips, pressing a wet kiss onto each one. satisfied with his work, eddie crawls back up your body, pressing tender kisses until he reaches your lips. you wrap your arms around his neck, tugging him even closer when your mouth do meet.
but that’s when you feel it. the warm, sticky mess that has soaked into his boxers and smeared across his hairy thighs.
“did you just— ?” you ask in almost disbelief, wide eyes meeting his own when he pulls back to give you a cheeky grin.
another gentle roll of his hips has you gasping aloud, the action pressing his mess further into your own as he chuckles deeply.
Just Pretend (Part 2)(Eddie munson X Plus Size Y/N)
A/N: A couple of things. First, I decided to keep the original name and not make chapters based on Bad Omens songs just because I felt slightly limited when trying to form their personalities and stories around that. Now, I did listen to Specter by them alot when writing this though lol
Second, as I mentioned in my previous post, chapters for things will be slower than normal but writing for you guys does bring me peace. Writing this chapter did warm my soul and I think that will be evident as you read lol i.e. the I will kill for her energy lol
Please enjoy!
Warnings: Gangster/Best friend Eddie Munson & Best Friend Fem Plus size Y/N, SMUT, light soft dom/sub dynamics, lots of dirty talk, morning sex <3 in the beginning and angry, dominate you're mine sex later, oral (f and m receiving), restrained (hands tied), p in v, I think that's it. FLUFF, they love each other, flashbacks of them as kids
ANGST, Someone attempts to use you to make Eddie angry, Eddie is mentioned to have blood on his suit, talks of him having to kill people, he does shoot someone (brief), he punches someone, you two verbally fight, mentions of his father and how he and Tommy made fun of you (very brief and not elaborated, just mentions of them saying "something" about your body) Eddie defends your honor both times, I think that's it.
Just alot of protective energy running abound.
Word Count: 7847
Chapter 1
“Fuck, Eddie.”, you whimper, clinging to the arms wrapped around you as the gangster steadily rolled his hips behind you, kissing your shoulder as he pulled you closer to his chest.
It had been a couple of days since your former best friend defended you against an intruder before you both admitted your feelings. Because he was afraid the detective would try to send another person to your house, he offered for you to stay with him “Where I can keep an eye on you” and make sure you were safe.
With the days that past, you would barely be able to tell that any time, let alone five years had been lost between you two. You spent the evenings with him listening to music, watching old movies, and talking about everything you could think of under a cloud of weed from a joint you both shared.
You brought him to your little convenience store and showed him around, half expecting him to be bored out of his mind until he began hurling questions your way.
“Is that girl the only person who works here when you don’t?”
“You don’t know?”, you tease, raising an inquisitive eyebrow his way before focusing on your computer in front of you.
“I only watched you, baby.”, he chuckles, flashing you all his teeth.
“Dork. Um, it’s her and then another young man who helps me. I hired these kids because they need the income. Carter’s dad left when he was a boy so he helps take care of his siblings and Marie is saving to go back to school to get her doctorate. Here husband helps watch the kids and stuff.”
The chair he had been sitting in squeaks as it skids across the floor and when you turn to face him again, his nose is inches from yours.
“You’re a really good person, you know that? Always were.”, Eddie murmurs, his hand reaching up to move some of your hair behind your ear as you lean forward to softly kiss his lips. Chocolate irises maneuver down your face, making you blush a bit at the intensity.
“Now…what are you doing here?”, the gangster asks, laying his head on your shoulder to face your computer screen.
Yesterday before the club opened, he showed you around and introduced you to some of the people in his crew including a couple you recognized having gone to school with them.
“Jeff runs the bar for me.”
“Of course, I know Jeff. Hey, handsome.”, you beam his way, the boy grinning when Eddie jokingly roles his eyes.
“Hey, Y/N. Long time no see. We’ve definitely heard your name a bunch. Munson doesn’t shut up about you—”
“Alright, that’s enough of that.”, the man jests, lightly tugging on your hand to guide you to the young lady who brought you up to his apartment the last morning you had come by. “This is Juliet. She’s my manager slash hostess of the club and makes sure things run fairly smoothly.”
“Fairly smoothly?”, she asks making Eddie laugh.
“Ok, ok, she basically runs this place.”
“It’s very nice to meet you.”, she greets, scurrying off to focus on her other tasks.
“May I ask you something?”
“You can ask me anything you want, sweetheart.”, the gangster replies, gesturing with his hand towards a booth for you to take a seat where some papers were waiting for him to review.
“How many of these people know what you do?”
“You mean how many people are involved in my other activities?” You nod at his inquiry. “The best way to know is by looking at my employees belt loops.” When your eyebrows furrow in confusion, he tilts closer to you and whispers, “Anyone who has a gun on their hip has a particular level of clearance within my enterprise.”
Glancing around, there were a couple of men lounging by the front door with weapons holstered at their side along with someone you recognized as Gareth leaning against the entry way that led to his apartment with a 9mm tucked close to his side.
“You ok?”, Eddie asks, feeling your body stiffen slightly as his palm rubs your back.
“Yeah, I’m ok. It’s, um, it’s just going to take some getting used to.”
The man nods, pulling you closer to his side and kissing your temple.
Last night you sat in that very same booth, observing him as he maneuvered around the building in his sleek all black suit, shaking hands with people he passed while carefully taking in his surroundings while carrying this air of confidence that silently screamed “I’m a nice guy but make one wrong move…”
Someone did start a drunken brawl on the dance floor but instead of breaking it up, the gangster raised his ringed fingers in the air and two men (without guns on their hip) intervened, taking the men’s arms and yanking them out the front door.
At about 2am, Eddie guided you up the stairs where you two crashed entangled in each other’s arms.
This entire experience was completely surreal for you and not in the way anyone or even you expected. It was only a few days ago that you were cursing his name while you sat in your house alone hating that he abandoned you for a life you believed he never wanted and now you were in his bed on your side making love to him and involved with not only him but that specific lifestyle.
“Don’t stop.”, you pant. “Right there, baby.”
“Yeah? Right there, sweetheart? Fuck, your pussy feels so good. Love waking up next to this sexy body pressed against me. Cum for me, baby.”
His steady breath warms your skin as your cunt flutters tightly around him, your fingers that were intertwined with his own, squeezing equally so as your orgasm washed over you.
“That’s my girl. That’s my good, beautiful girl.”, Eddie praises, the muscles in his arms flexing as he clung to your frame, pounding his release deep into your walls. “Fuck me, that… was perfect…”
You softly smile as you roll onto your opposite side, allowing you to be face to face with his gentle features.
“I missed you.”, you murmur, speech slightly slurred from your bliss making him smirk at the sound.
“I missed you to, Y/N, so much.”
“Ok, but to be fair, you were kind of stalking me so…”, you tease, grinning at the sound of his laugh. “…You saw me but I never saw you.”
“You saw me, honey.”, he murmurs, his palm extending out to caress your cheek. “You were the only one who ever really did.”
Tilting closer to him, your lips pressed to his as your arms circle around his warm, bare upper half.
“What are your plans for today?”
“Hmmm…unfortunately, I do have to some business around Hawkins today but afterward I was thinking I could make you dinner before I work at the club tonight. What about you, baby? Checking in on the store?”
“Yeah but then I would love to come over and have dinner.”
“Good.”, he beams, kissing your lips again. “Gareth is going to keep an eye on you for me so—"
“Eddie, I can handle myself.”
“I know you can. He’s not there for you. Shit, you’re there for him just in case someone tries to hurt him. I mean…”, Eddie jests, both your giggles cutting him off as you lightly punch his chest.
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“Eddie, oh my God, what happened?!”, you cry as you open your front door and your fifteen-year-old best friend pushes inside your parent’s house dripping wet from the rain outside.
Red had begun to mix with the clear liquid flowing down his hand as you realized his knuckles were bleeding along with a prominent cut on his mouth.
“Did you fight Tommy again? I told you not to let what he says about me get to you.”, you scold, taking his hand in yours and yanking him into your bedroom towards the bathroom where you place him in front of your sink. Glassy, chocolate eyes follow you through his damp head of hair that was blocking his line of sight as you maneuvered around the room, making a little aha noise when you found your first aid kit. “Let me see—”
Just as you take hold of his bloody palm, he lunges towards you, circling his arms tightly around your shoulders as he hugs you to him.
“Everything…Everything’s ok, Eddie. I promise.”, you whisper comfortingly, squeezing him just as tight. “No one is ever going to hurt you, not while I’m here.”
A husky giggle leaves his throat as he pulls away, his hands cupping your cheeks for a moment before allowing you to take one in your grasp so you could clean his wound.
“My dad and I got into a fight.”, he murmurs so low that you have to step a bit closer to hear him. “He made a comment about your body so I threw a knife into the wall by his head. Told him if he ever talks about you again I’d kill him.”
“Eddie…”
“He punched me so I hit him back. Wayne broke us up and threw him out. After he drove off, I ran here.”
“You can stay here if you need to. You know you’re always safe with me and I love you.”
Once you had his wounds clean and he was changed into some dry clothes, you put on a record while you two laid on the floor smoking some weed.
“What did he say?”
“Hm?”
“Your dad; what did he say? About me.”
“It doesn’t matter but after I threw the knife and it stuck in the wall like a badass, I told him you were MY girl and no one talks about my girl like that.”
At the end of his sentence, his eyes meet yours as you both laugh.
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“Gareth where is he?”, you grumble, arms folded at the table you had been sitting at waiting for Eddie to come back for your date.
“I’m not sure, Y/N. My only orders were to watch over you so that’s what I’m doing.”
You huff at his answer, glancing at your phone for any messages and still finding none even though he was over 3 hours late.
You made a decision then, grabbing your heels that you brought to match your cute black dress with the lacy sleeves and sliding them on.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to the bar at the club. If he wants to be late, he can but I’m going to go drink.”
Just as you head for the front door, your bodyguard blocks your path.
“I can’t allow that. Eddie told me to watch you so I must insist you stay here.”
“You can insist all you want but I’m going down there whether you both like it or not. Now as my guard are you coming or are you going to stay here and tell his highness how you let me go downstairs by myself?”
Apprehensive eyes take you in, taking note of your determination before stepping out of your way to allow you to leave.
The bass of the music greeted you first as you entered the area, taking in all the patrons that were already there at what most clubs considered an early hour. Couples had already begun to grind against one another on the dance floor while others filled the booths except for the one you recognized as Eddie’s that was sitting empty.
Pain panged at your heart at the sight but you pushed it down, clicking your way to the bar where Jeff smiled your way and poured you a drink.
“Pretty girl like you shouldn’t be drinking alone.”, a smooth voice declared with confidence but just before you can reply with any kind of sass, you are met with a wide grin and an extended palm. “I’m Connor, Connor Douglas.”
“Hm, well, Mr. Douglas, it’s nice to meet you but I’d like to drink alone, please.”
“Said the girl who’s choosing to drink at a bar in a club.”, he replied with a quick wit you weren’t prepared for, his grin falling to a smirk but no less radiant.
“I’m, um, I just need to steady my nerves.”
“Trouble in paradise?”, he asks genuinely, allowing your irises to scan down his frame and take in his expensive looking suit.
“Do I know you?”, you inquire, feeling like you’ve seen him somewhere before. “You’re not a cop or anything right?”
Connor’s boisterous laugh echoes over the music and you can’t help but smile as well.
“Ah, no, honey, definitely not a cop. I’m not sure if you know me but I’d like to get to know you.”, he answers equally as smooth, all his other sentences unintentionally making your breathing stutter. “What makes you scream, what makes you shake…what makes Eddie Munson’s girlfriend…tick.”
You blinked, leaning back a bit to distance yourself from the man in front of you.
“Who are you?”
Gunfire makes you jump but not him as a heavy sigh leaves his lips and he reaches for his glass of refilled whiskey.
Gathering your bearings, your take in the sight around you to see people being yelled at to leave but just as you begin to head for the door yourself, Connor’s palm reaches for your wrist and spins you around till your back is to his chest.
“Ah ah. It’s best we stay put, baby girl.”
You try to push against him but he’s much stronger than you are, his grip moving to your bicep and clinging tighter.
Another gun shot hits the ceiling and as you shift your gaze to the person firing it, your eyes widen as they fall on your former best friend whose suit was stained red with blood and torn slightly near his collar.
Eddie’s normally soft chocolate irises were dark and menacing as he glared towards the man holding you.
“A bit dramatic don’t you think, Munson?”
The gangster pointed his gun towards you both, firing it past the other man’s ear and hitting the glass behind the bar making you squeak in terror.
“Let. Her. Go.”, Eddie growled with a deepness you had never heard from him.
“I will, don’t worry. I just needed to make sure you listened.”, Connor beamed, softening his hold as he circled both arms around you and rested his chin on your shoulder. “Did you get my message on the east side today? I’m guess by your appearance you had some thoughts.”
The long-haired man remained silent, his jaw clenched in a permanent snarl as his chest rose and fell in heavy anger.
“Come on, Munson, answer me!”, he shouted causing you to tremble in fear as the sudden sound startled you. Eddie cocked his gun at the sight and took steps toward you both but large hands on either side of your head gave him pause. “Aw come on. Do you think you can reach me before I snap her neck? Fuck me, you must really care about her. Look at him, Y/N. He can barely even think straight.”, the man chuckles.
“Fuck you.”, you hiss, push him again only for him to laugh at your attempt.
“I told you, baby girl, I was going to find out what makes you scream and shake.”
Your face cringes in disgust as his tongue licks up your cheek and, once more the gangster takes a step towards you just as Connor pulls you back with him.
“You wanted my attention, you got it. You should have left it at that warehouse but you brought her into it—”
“No, Edward, you did when you accepted her into this life. It was on thing to stay away from here but now she’s a part of it and people WILL risk it to find out what you’re hiding and how you do it.”
“I guess I’m going to have to make an example out of you aren’t I? You could have just asked, Connor. I’m not hiding anything, I’m just not like my father.”
“Aw, that’s cute. You genuinely believe that don’t you?”, the man mocked. “We’ll let’s see if you can keep her alive better than he did your mother.”
With that he shoved you towards the gangster, who caught you with his free arm, pulling you to his side and blocking your ears with body and hand as is other limb extended out, firing his weapon towards the door the other man escaped through.
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Eddie’s eyes closed as you shook against him, your sobs suffocated by his Black Sabbath shirt as he pressed your face against his chest.
“You’re scaring me, sweetheart. What happened?”
Pulling back, you ran your fingers under your eyes very aware that your make up was probably smeared down your face at this point.
“I’m sorry…I look like a gremlin…”, you joke, trying to make light of the situation, smirking when the metalhead laughs.
“If you look like a gremlin, honey, then it’s Gizmo.”, he replies, reaching into his back pocket for his black bandana and wiping the tear streaks from your cheeks before making the gremlin’s little singing sound that has you giggling so hard your tummy shakes. “Talk to me, Y/N, what happened?”
“My mom got me this new dress and I was so excited to wear it—”
“Because you look beautiful in it.”
“Thank you.”, you whisper breathily, trying to control your tears at his kindness. “Tommy said I looked gross. T-That I look…look fat…”
As your bottom lip starts to tremble, your best friend pulls you into his embrace once more.
“Tommy is a fucking moron. You are literally the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen. You know what? I think he’s jealous.”
“What?”, you laugh, backing away so you could see his face.
“Yeah, I bet he’s fucking jealous that a beautiful woman such as yourself would never be caught dead with a loser like him so he has to demean you. You know what, now I’m jealous.” Your eyebrows furrow in confusion even as you continue to grin. “Oh yeah. Asshole was checking out MY girl even though he knows she’s too good for him? No sir. HEY TOMMY!”
Abruptly, Eddie rises to his feet and you watch with your jaw on the floor as he runs towards the jock and tackles him to the ground before punching him hard in the face.
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You sit on the stage at the front of the club with the water Jeff had brought clutched tightly in your palm.
Black expensive shoes slide into your field of view but just as your gaze shifts to meet Eddie’s you notice his were focused on the glass in your hand where the ice was making subtle clinking noises as your limbs shook.
“I’m sorry, Ed, we didn’t get him.”, one of his crew panted from behind him as he tucked his gun back into its holster.
“How did he know I wasn’t here?”, the boy murmured so low even you barely heard him.
“Sir?”
Suddenly, the gangster turns on his heels and fires a shot into the boy’s leg who promptly howls in pain as he falls to the floor.
“I said how did he know I wasn’t here!? I’m here at Corroded Coffin every night and the one night I was held up, he just so happens to be at the bar!?”
“I don’t know, sir!! Fuck! Jeff or maybe Gareth—”
Eddie kneels onto his heels and pushes the barrel of his weapon into the wound eliciting a loud howl that another member of his gang promptly interrupts by slamming his hand over the man’s mouth.
“No, they’ve earned my trust. You on the other hand…add in that I sent you after him seconds after he ran and yet he somehow got away?!”
“I swear…I swear…sir…I didn’t know…I didn’t know he was going to use Y/N—”
The gun goes off again this time in his shoulder and the man covering his mouth grunts as he struggles to keep him still.
“Say her name again; I dare you.”, he growls, pushing the gun into his temple. “What else did you tell him?”
“I…I just told him…when you were gone…and that you were…coming back—”
Your eyes widen as he pulls the trigger one final time and rises to his feet all to casually.
“So this is how we’re running things now? Letting rats into our home…letting intel slip!!”, he shouted, his body shaking with rage. “No one fucking notice the head of a major organization sitting at the FUCKING BAR WITH THE ONE WOMAN I ASKED YOU TO KEEP AN EYE ON!!!”
The man blinks, sighing as his head hangs.
“I want this place cleaned up within two hours and the next time one of you fucks up I won’t be so fucking nice. Am I being clear?”
“Yes, sir.”, the people around him respond in unison.
“Timothy, Gareth, and Y/N, come with me.”, he beckons without pause, stalking past you and your bodyguard to the back door that led to his apartment upstairs.
The moment the door shut, the three of you stood their silently as he took off his suit jacket and calmly placed it on the chair near his kitchen table before rolling up his sleeves.
“Tim, I need you to do some recon for me and tell me what Connor is truly planning. I want you to track his movements, people who come and go out of building, and any merchandise that seems out of place. Keep a detailed record and bring it back to me at the end of every night.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And I mean detailed. If he even so much as goes to the bathroom in the middle of the night I want to know about it. You and Bobby can switch off but only you two. Especially since everyone else seems to be fucking up lately. You two are the only ones I trust to do this.”
“Understood, sir.”
Eddie nods, turning his attention to the other boy and placing his hands on his hips.
“Why was she in the club?”
“I told her to stay put and that you wouldn’t want her to go down there but—”
“That’s not what I ask, Gareth. I asked you why she was down there.”
“Eddie—“, you start to cut in but his arm outstretched with his index finger held up in your direction silenced you, his head not even turning to look your way as he glared at his friend waiting for an answer.
“She insisted…sir…”
The gangster’s hair bobbed as he nodded before his fist flew, hitting his friend hard in the face. You stepped forward, trying to get his attention but Timothy’s hand gripping your bicep kept you in place.
“Eddie, stop! It’s not his fault!”
Gripping his collar, the man lifted him off the floor and shoved him against the wall.
“If you ever fail to do what I ask again, I’ll put in a bullet in your head just like anyone else. Do you hear me?”
“Yes…Yes, sir…”
The man beside you catches him as he’s tossed limply that way.
“Take him to the medic before you leave.” Tim nods, carrying Gareth out the door leaving you alone with the gangster in front of you.
The apartment falls silent, only his steady breathes through his nose audible.
“Eddie—” As you whimper his name, his angry eyes flick up to meet yours. “I’m sorry.”
“What were you doing down there?”
“You were late and I was upset so I wanted to get a drink—” Grabbing an empty beer bottle off his living room table, the metalhead hurls it against the wall to his right and your heart fluttered in fear but only for a moment before you remembered this wasn’t just the gangster of Hawkins but the boy you grew up and had known growing up.
The man who broke your heart before you were thrust back into his life.
“That’s not fair, Eddie. I’m not your prisoner. I’m your…” When your words stalled, he focused his full attention back on you. “I’m not a prisoner. I’m allowed to go out and I had no idea something was going on where I needed to stay here.”
“Y/N, I’m not some average guy who works a 9 to 5. I run an entire fucking industry that includes people who want me dead. I will be late sometimes and I will come home like this…”, he replies, expanding his arms to show off the now dried stains of red on his shirt. “…but I can’t focus and do my job when I’m worried you WON’T FUCKING LISTEN!”
Stomping towards him, you smack his biceps with your hands so he’d lower his limbs before pointing your finger in his face.
“YOU DIDN’T TELL ME WHAT YOU WERE DOING!”, you shout back. “You said you had things to do that involved your business and then you’d meet me here so you could cook me fucking dinner! You didn’t even text me or call to say you’d be late! I was sitting here in this dress feeling like a fucking idiot waiting for you!!”
“I’m sorry, baby. Maybe you just don’t fully understand the relationship you’re in.”, Eddie retorts sarcastically, placing his body so close to yours that your hair blew when he spoke. “I’m a…FUCKING… CRIMINAL! If I’m late to something that means I’m fucking busy usually involving something that requires my fucking gun. Things like texting or calling if I’m late for dinner or hell being on fucking time for dinner are luxuries not afforded when you’re in a relationship with me, Y/N.”
“That doesn’t give you license to treat me like trash, Edward!”
“Is that what you feel like, little girl?! Fucking trash!”
“YES!!”
Eddie’s hand promptly grips the back of your neck and holds you in place as his lips crash to yours.
You weren’t sure if it was the adrenaline, your own anger and fear, or him protecting you the way he had but you desperately needed him, your fingers tugging at his shirt to try and remove it. Dropping slightly, Eddie took hold of the back of your thighs and you jumped into his hold, circling your legs around his waist as your arms wrapped around his neck.
“Shoulda’ fucking gone after him myself.”, he grumbled, falling with you onto his mattress. “M’gonna cut out that tongue of his and hang it on my fucking wall.”
Pushing up onto his knees, you watched with lust blown eyes as he unbuckled his belt and removed it in one go around his forearm. As he hovers over you to take hold of your wrists, your lips trail along his abs, moaning against his skin when you feel the leather bind you to his headboard.
“Came into MY house, talked to MY girl, TOUCHED my girl…”, Eddie growled. “No one touches you like that except me.” Sliding backward, his fingers tighten around your dress and with amazing strength rips it down the middle before roughly yanking down your panties. “He wants to know what fucking makes you scream and shake? I can fucking show him.”
His hands firmly take hold of your meaty thighs and spread them wide as he dips his head between your legs to wrap his mouth around your clit making you whimper.
The gangster moved like a man on a mission, his tongue licking long stripes between your folds and flicking your bundle of nerves before repeating the process.
“E-Eddie, fuck…”
You pulled on your restraints to no avail as your legs attempted to close around his head but his hands kept them in place as the coil in your belly snapped and he drank you in. The man’s pace didn’t falter as he continued to play, your eyes rolling closed as he built you up.
“No, fucking, no, Y/N.”, he mumbles breathily, crawling up your frame and pressing his forehead to yours as two of his fingers take over where his tongue left off. “Open your eyes and look at me, little girl.”
When you do as he says, his own irises darken as he brings his digits to his mouth coating them more with his saliva and breaching your entrance once more.
“You still feel like fucking trash?”
A notion hit you then, something that rippled through your body and clenched your pussy around his fingers.
Eddie did everything he could to keep you safe and protect you since the two of you met even fighting people for saying something when you weren’t even in the same room. For five years, even though you two weren’t talking, he was watching over you.
It wasn’t just because of who he was but because you helped ground him in a chaotic world. You were there for him when he felt lost and alone and in return he kept you safe and provided you with a sense of peace.
Growing up he would watch you smile and laugh and even though you scolded him about defending you, your eyes glowed with appreciation.
You needed him.
Whether it be mentally, emotionally, or physically, you needed him and he delivered because he loved you.
He never asked for a thank you or any kind of praise because he didn’t need it.
Seeing you happy was all he needed.
Doesn’t mean he didn’t enjoy hearing it…especially in bed…
“HE made me feel like trash.”, you murmur, eyes meeting his. “The way he talked to me and then grabbed me—” Eddie’s literal growl at the notion cut you off and your eyes fluttered as the pace of his fingers hastened. “But then I saw you, baby, and I—fuck—I knew I was safe.”
The obscene sound of your slick filled the room mixed in with your moans as the ball dropped once more and you came.
“Thank you for protecting me.” Brown eyes remained on you as he pushed up fully onto his knees and unbuckled his pants, pushing them and his boxers to the floor, pausing to allow you to look over his frame, his head tilting when you choke out a sob. “W-When I noticed you…covered in bl-bl-blood…I thought you were hurt…”
The gangster’s irises soften slightly at your admission.
“It was someone else’s?”
Eddie nods silently.
Reaching over you, he removes the belt from the headboard and releases you from your binds but just as he’s about to toss it aside, you grab his wrist and crawl till you were directly in front of him.
Tilting towards him, you tenderly place kisses along his throat, removing the rest of your dress and your bra, throwing it to the floor beside his bed before circling your hands behind your back.
The gangster gets the message, his fingers gently caressing down your limbs till they find your wrists to retie the belt around them. Taking a hold of your bicep, he helps roll you onto your back till your head hangs off the edge and you willingly open your mouth, an invitation he accepts, holding his shaft as he guides the tip along your tongue.
“Connor was right about one thing. I saw his hands on you and I lost my Goddamn mind.”, he murmured, his low, husky tone making you sigh as you allowed the organ between your teeth to lick the precum off his slit. “I went to the apartment first and w-when you weren’t there—fuuuuuck—”
His palm grips the back of your neck as he abruptly thrusts his cock deeper down your throat, your gags practically egging him on as he grits his teeth.
“After what happened at the warehouse, I thought he took you and this rage I never knew took over. I was prepared to burn Hawkins down to find you…”, Eddie pauses, allowing you air for a moment and diving back in to fuck your face. “…I came around and saw you two at the bar. I thought you were trying to make me jealous again and it just fueled my anger…”
At your garbled speech, he pulled back and glared down at your tear-streaked face.
“I wasn’t…I wasn’t, Eddie…I swear…I just…I was mad and I wanted a drink…I didn’t even realize he was next to me…”, you pant, squeaking when he roughly sits you up and maneuvers your body till your back was face him and your knees were spread out on the edge of the bed while he continued to stand behind you.
“Oh yeah? That’s not why you insisted on going downstairs? I have boos up here, Y/N! You didn’t want to rile me up and make me angry for being late?!”
You shake your head as his hand bruises your hip, holding you still as he guides his cock into your dripping core.
“Fuck me…answer me, Y/N…”
“I didn’t…didn’t…fuck…I didn’t want to be up here without you!!”, you shout, throwing him off slightly as his arms circle around to your front and bring you fully against him. “Mmph—fuck—your cock feels so good, Eddie.”
“Keep going, baby. What do you mean?”
Your forehead presses to his temple and you kiss his cheek.
“It reminded me of the last five years…I’ve had dinner alone…”
His lips gently press to yours, your subtle groans vibrating against him as he thrusts his length into you at a steady pace.
“I’m so sorry, Eddie.”
“Shhhhh, shhhh, pretty girl. Don’t—don’t think about that right now. Focus on my dick stretching you out and making you feel good. Fuck, sweetheart, the way your body reacts to me drives me insane.” You feel him tilt away from you slightly, the air cooling your sweaty skin as he does. “Your pussy’s so wet, Y/N, Jesus.”
“O-Only for you, baby.”
Again, he growls but this time it’s in pleasure, his ringed hand circling around your throat and his other pressing to your spine, guiding you as far forward as he could get you, pumping into you so hard that the sound of skin hitting skin bounced off the walls.
“Say it again.”
“O-Only for…for you, Eddie. My pussy and body…are yours…Oh my God…”, you whine, your head lulling forward. “Thank you, baby. Thank you for saving me.”
Taking ahold of your frame, he lifted you off the mattress slightly to push you forward so he could climb on with you making you mewl as his cock pushed deeper inside of you. His long hair fanned around your face, blocking any view you had as he sucked on the nook between your neck and shoulder, rolling his hips till his length and body fully consumed you.
“I’m not going to let anyone hurt you, Y/N. That fucker made a mistake tonight…the worst mistake anyone can make…underestimating me…he says people are going to come for me through you… You’re mine. Mine to keep safe. Mine to claim. And anyone who forgets that… won’t live long enough to remember.”
“Eddie.”
Reaching between your bodies, he blindly undoes the belt and it makes a loud clank as it clatters to the floor.
“Lift your arms.”, he commands, threading his fingers through yours as he holds your hands. “Cum with me, baby.”
All you can muster is a pathetic mmhmm as he chases both your highs, your body trembling aggressively beneath his as you cum and his repetitive grunts fill your ear as he fills you up.
When you begin to cry you don’t think anything of it until after a couple of minutes, you couldn’t make the tears stop.
“Y/N, honey, I’m going to pull out now, ok?”
“Okay.”, your voice cracks.
“I need one of my hands so I don’t hurt you.”, he whispers softly, waiting patiently for you to release one of his palms which you do. “Good girl, sweetheart. Such a good girl.”
The moment he completes his task, Eddie rolls to his side, bringing you with him while wrapping his arms around your chest to hug you to him.
“It’s ok, Y/N, I got you.”, he soothes, petting some of your hair back, away from your face and lightly kissing your skin. “I got you, baby. You can cry, scream, anything you need to and I’ll be right here.”
“Eddie, I…I swear I didn’t know who he was or go down there to make you jealous.”, you ramble, pushing up on to your palm so you can turn and face him. “I didn’t think and I didn’t mean to get Gareth in trouble—”
“Y/N, stop. Stop, stop, stop.”, he shushes, propping himself up on his elbow. “First, Gareth got himself in trouble. He may be one of my closest friends but he’s also my employee and he knows my rules. I can’t afford to be lenient with anyone on my crew no matter who they are. If I did, I’d have more people like that traitor I shot.”
At the mention of the man he killed, his eyes cautious flick towards you, taking note of how you keen away from him slightly.
“This is my fault.”, he says to himself under his breath. “I should have been clearer with you about me and what I do.” Rising off the mattress, he reaches for you hand which you take and the moment your feet touch the floor, he lifts you into his arms and carries you to his bathroom where he begins to prepare a bath.
“I never thought you were capable of that…looking back I feel like I missed something…”
Eddie blinks, shifting his focus on the water filling the tub.
“I was always a bad kid, you just always looked past all that.”
“You weren’t a bad kid, Eddie—”
“Look, Y/N, I appreciate you trying to pander to me but I already told you I would never hurt you.”
“Huh?”, you ask, completely confused as he forcefully slams the facet down and off.
“You’re trying to say nice things like how I was a good boy or some shit because after what you saw you’re afraid of me and I get it. I broke your heart by leaving and you carry that with you, fucking thinking I abandoned you again even though while I was at that warehouse all I kept thinking about was how you were probably sitting alone at that table in some nice, beautiful dress waiting for me to take care of you while I’m here dealing with some fucking moron who pulled a gun on me and demanded a new fucking deal even though his boss was aware I don’t renegotiate!”, he huffed, clearing his throat to regain control of his temper as he ushered you into the warm water.
“I’m not pandering to you.”, you whimper, hugging your limbs around yourself. “And I’m not afraid of you. Yeah, waiting for you and you being late reminded me of those dinners I spent alone thinking about you but you’re right. You don’t have a normal job. Thinking about it now, I feel kind of bad it didn’t occur to me that you were late because something went wrong but I think that’s because you talk about all this so confidently…like you’re always in control…” You pause as you smile up at him. “I have faith in you, I guess.”
Eddie’s throaty chuckle had your grin growing and silently scoot your body forward, signaling that you wanted him to sit with you and he obliges.
“I’m sorry I made you feel like trash.”, he whispered, hugging his arms around you and resting his chin on your shoulder. “I honestly could have texted saying I may be late. I knew something was off when we showed up and Connor’s guys weren’t outside like they normally are.”
“What happened there? At the warehouse?”
Eddie heavily exhales as he places a soft kiss on your skin.
“The guy said Connor wanted to renegotiate. The truth is, it seems, he wants to take over our supply. Part of my business, Y/N, involves smuggling drugs and guns to some high-level people across Hawkins and Indiana. My reach is growing though…farther than my father ever dreamed. When I told them no, he pulled a gun on me and I indulged him. He showed me one of my warehouses where we stash supplies and they had killed everyone inside.”
Leaning against him, you pressed your forehead against his cheek and caress his arms comfortingly.
“We fought back and I won, of course.”, he lightly teased, trying to give you a small smile of his own. “Took a while for the man to slip up so we could get the upper hand though. They always do…slip up or lose focus…”
“Should I be afraid of this man? Connor?”
Taking ahold of your chin, Eddie held you in place as he craned his neck to meet your gaze.
“Is Connor Douglas a dangerous man? Yes. Should you be afraid of him? Not while I’m breathing, sweetheart. I meant what I said, you ARE safe with me. I just really need you to listen to me and do what I say when it comes to your safety.”
You nod, kissing his lips while you allow him to clean and take care of you.
“Were you afraid of me?”, the man asks quietly as he pulls one of his shirts around your body and gradually closes the buttons. “When you saw me fire my gun and reprimand my men?”
“No.”, you answer honestly. “It was kind of hot if I’m being honest.”
Eddie chuckles as his palms rest on your waist and you circle your arms around his neck.
“And they said I was the freak.”, he teases.
“We both are.”, you reply light heartedly, taking his hand and guiding him towards his kitchen. “Now I think I was promised dinner…” The gangster’s grin widens, showing off all his teeth as he laughs, taking a hold of your hips once more and lifting you onto the counter. “I mean if you’re up to it. I know you had a long day.”
“Hey now. A promise is a promise and I can’t let my gorgeous girl go hungry.” You blush at his compliment, your eyes lingering on his torso that his black sweatpants were currently hugging. “That is…if you’re up to it still…being my girl.”, he relays nervously when your eyebrows furrow together. “My girlFRIEND…”
Eddie waits patiently, his fingers lingering on the doorframe of the fridge not wanting to turn his back on you for a moment. You usher him with your hand and he can’t help but smile as he places his palms on either side of your body and leans in till his nose is centimeters from yours.
“I never once thought you were a bad kid and I definitely don’t think you’re a bad man. There’s still a small part of me that’s afraid you’re going to disappear again but I’m trying really hard, Eddie. I know I still have a lot to learn but I’m willing to because I love you and I’ve always been your girl. I just need you to meet me halfway.”
The boy kisses your lips, sighing lightly at the feeling of your hands cupping his face.
“You leave him alone!”, a six-year-old you shouts towards a couple of the boys that cornered Eddie on the playground and tossed the contents of his backpack on the concrete.
He had tried to fight back but one of the kids had him pinned against the brick wall to keep him out of the way.
“What’s it to you, geek?”, a boy mocked. “Get lost before we do the same to you!”
Running towards them with your little hands outstretched, you pushed him onto ground and he howled in pain as his face met the small gravel beneath him.
“I said leave him alone! He’s MY friend.”
“Looks like the freak has a girlfriend.”, another boy sneered as the boy you pushed rose to his feet.
“Come on, guys, let’s go.”, he beckons, kicking some of Eddie’s papers for good measure.
When they disappear, he quickly bends down and grabs a CD that had been obscured by his things, checking it over before hugging it to his chest.
“Are you ok?”, you ask. “They didn’t break that did they?”
“No…my mom gave this to me for good luck…I guess it didn’t work.”, he sighs.
“I mean, it kind of did. I got to meet you.” His chocolate irises meet your beaming features as you reach out to shake his hand. “I’m Y/N.”
“Eddie. Thank you for helping me. Most people walked past and didn’t help.”
Holding the bottom of your dress, you fall to your knees to help him collect his things.
“Yeah, people around here are jerks. They make fun of me to sometimes because I’m…” The boy’s eyes watch you as you pat your tummy.
“Because you’re…cute?” Eddie’s smile expands from ear to ear when he hears your giggle. “If they’re ever mean to you, tell me! We’re friends now and no one is a jerk to my girl!”
“Eddie?”
The gangster blinks back into the present, your concerned eyes taking him in while your thumbs caressed his cheeks.
“I’ll meet you more than halfway, baby, I promise. As long as you’re open with me, no matter what.”
“No matter what, I promise.”
“Good.”, he coos, pecking your lips again. “Are we boyfriend and girlfriend now?”
Your laugh has him beaming as you fully pull him into your arms and hug him tightly.
“Of course, freak.”
Kissing you one final time, he grabs his phone and scrolls through it for a bit before a beat begins to play from his speakers and Etta James’s gorgeous voice flows through. Eddie winks and smirks your way, turning to give his attention to the meal he wanted to prepare as the memory of first meeting him flows through your mind as well.
“Whose Et-tah James?”, you ask, your finger pointing to the music in his grasp.
Eddie freezes, his wide playful eyes eliciting another laugh the boy knew he’d do anything to hear constantly.
“You don’t know who Etta James is?”
“No.”, you smile at his antics, happy you trusted your intuition to help and befriend this kid who was new to Hawkins.
After tossing his backpack over his shoulders, Eddie clasps his hands together and belts out a song with all his little heart.
“I want a Sunday kind of love
A love to last past Saturday night
And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight
And I want a Sunday kind of love, oh yeah, yeah.”
“Oh my God, I love it!”
“Yeah? Do you, um, do you want to maybe come over and listen to some more? My uncle watches me till my mom gets off work.”
Again, you grin as you lightly push his shoulder with yours.
