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Description: Seth uses Y/N as bait to get to Roman, to make him lose his match.
The arena was too loud. Too bright. Too full of people who didn't understand what it meant when everything went quiet inside your chest.
You stood backstage, arms wrapped around yourself, trying to ignore the way your heartbeat thudded unevenly. Roman's match was minutes away. You should've been at gorilla with him - like always - close enough to feel the steady grounding presence he carried like armour.
Instead, you were alone.
"Well, this is convenient."
The voice slithered in behind you.
You didn't turn immediately. You didn't have to. You already knew.
Seth.
"You shouldn't be here," you said quietly, keeping your tone even despite the tension coiling in your spine.
He circled into your line of sight, a crooked grin stretching across his face. "Funny. I was just thinking the same thing about you."
You took a step back. He stepped forward.
"You know," Seth continued, almost conversationally. "Roman's always had a weakness."
Your stomach dropped.
"And it's not his ego," he added, tilting his head. "It's you."
"I'm not part of this," you snapped, sharper now. "Whatever you're trying to do-"
"Oh, but you are," he interrupted smoothly. "You've always been part of this. You just didn't realise it."
Before you could react, his hand shot out, gripping your wrist - not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to trap.
"Let go," you hissed, trying to pull back.
"Relax," he murmured. "I'm not going to hurt you."
That somehow made it worse.
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Roman was pacing.
Something felt wrong.
He couldn't explain it - not logically. The match was routine. He'd been in bigger fights, higher stakes. But there was a tightness in his chest that wouldn't ease, a sharp edge of instinct he'd learned not to ignore.
"Where are they?" he muttered under his breath. You were supposed to be here.
Always here.
The moment his music hit, he stopped pacing - but he didn't move toward the curtain.
Because then he saw it.
On the screen.
You.
And Seth.
Your wrist in his grip. Your expression tight, eyes flicking around like you were calculating escape routes that didn't exist.
Roman's entire body went still.
And then-
It snapped.
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"You should see your face right now," Seth said lightly, glancing at the camera nearby. "Oh wait - he can see it."
I feel like some Fall Out Boy songs sound stupid until you listen to them in a very specific state of turmoil and then you’re like oh I get it hahaha yeah cheers Patrick yeah I’m gonna need u to sing that for me fifteen more times
disabilities are not superpowers, that being said having auditory processing disorder my entire life made me insane at freestyling, cause my mental libary of homophobic phrases (rhymes) is massive and keeps expanding every day
thinking about bestfriend!eddie and how you both planned to hang out for the night, and when you get to his place and let yourself in, you find him in the cutest position asleep on his bed. his room is half-cleaned and he's got a bottle of clorox spray on his nightstand, with a paper towel scrunched up in his hand. he must have dozed off while he was tidying up for you. sweet.
his face looks so soft under the dim light beaming from his desk lamp. he has stubble growing in that you desperately want to reach out and touch, but you stop yourself. you love your loud, passionate and sometimes brazen eddie. but you also love him like this. so peaceful and calm. at ease. his light breaths feel like they're beckoning you over to come cuddle up behind him, push his curls to the side, and leave a gentle kiss to his cheek. it would be rude to just wake him up, right? he clearly needs his rest. and it's not like you two haven't cuddled up before.
and that's how you manage to convince yourself to quietly, slowly, make your way onto his bed and scooch yourself over until you're just close enough behind him to rest an arm around his torso and nuzzle into the back of his neck, soft curls tickling your cheek. you whisper a soft "night, eds", when he carefully grabs your hand that's draped over him and pulls it to his chest, responding with a groggy "night, sweetheart."
OKAY, GREAT. SOOOOOOJRNDNEJE LIKE JEALOUS EDDIE? (I've been on a jealous binge lately 😭) you and steve have been getting close recently and he's been flirting with you.. (GASP! but you're dating Eddie 😦.) And you always roll your eyes at it pushing him away from you while you laugh not thinking much of it. but then eddie overhears steve talking about you in a"The things I would do to her man, to bad Eddie got her before me." and he's like had enough so smutty time!!! and he js marks you up and everything for stevie to seeee.
Notes: I'm gonna be completely honest, idk how to really write Eddie's character so please pray that I don't fuck this up! I'm also deeply sorry for the extremely long delay, I haven't been motivated to write much, AND I don't remember the names of Steve's friends from season 1 so I chose random names.
Notes (2x): I'm back from hiatus! I've been working hard these past couple of months but I am back now! Also, I will be posting a story soon AAAHHHH I'll be sure to post info of it here and where you can read it if you're interested!
You've never thought anything of it, the way Steve treated you; how he touched you, spoke to you, cared for you. You thought he was just being the good friend that he is. You never paid any attention to the words he said to you, his flirtatious nature is almost natural to him and a part of who he is, so you thought he was just being himself. You'd brush off his words and lightly push him away with a chuckle each time.
"Babe, I just don't like the way he openly flirts you. He knows we're dating; he just doesn't care." Eddie sulked as he watched you take a shot.
The two of you were attending a party; a party your good ol' friend Steve was throwing.
You caressed his face and wrapped one of his curls around your finger, "It's nothing, he's like that to everyone. His words have no weight." You then gave him a smile and kissed his cheek before walking off. You walked past Steve and gave him little wave before meeting up with Nancy and Robin.
Eddie let out a little huff and shrugged the weary feeling off. He trusts you, and if you say that Steve's words mean absolutely nothing, then they mean absolutely nothing.
He walked to the fridge, grabbing another beer when he overheard something he wish he didn't.
"Did you see how her ass just looked in that skirt?" James asked, eyes trained on the shape of your ass in your baby pink skirt. "The things I'd do just to get a taste." Nick sighed.
"What about you, Steve? You're pretty close to her, you never wanted to get between her legs?" he continued, focus now on Steve.
"Trust me, I have. Still do." he answered. Steve sighed and slowly shook his head, "The things I'd do to her, man. Too bad Munson got her before I could."
Eddie got tense at the words that spilled out from their lips. Those disgusting words that were all targeted at you. He closed the fridge door and made his way to you. He took your hand in his and led you to the bathroom.
"Uh-"
You couldn't get a word out before his lips were on yours and your back against the door. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close. You don't know what had gotten into him, but you weren't complaining.
Eddie pulled away and moved you to the sink, he made you face the mirror pushed you against the porcelain. He grabbed and groped your ass, sighing to himself, "Hate to say it, but he was right. Your ass looks amazing in this skirt."
"Who- Who said that?" you asked, "Doesn't matter." he grunted. You were lost in the thought of someone other than your boyfriend would say that about you. But now you have an idea as to why he's acting the way he is.
He lifted the back of your skirt up and rubbed your lower back, "Now, be good girl and be as loud as possible."
"What-"
With one, harsh thrust his cock was in you and you were bent over, your face practically touching the mirror. Eddie's thrusts were rough and hard. You tried to be quiet, not wanting to draw any attention to the bathroom and not wanting people to hear the noises you'd make for this man.
Eddie pulled and tugged at your hair, pulling you close to him, "Make some noise." he grunted. His voice was husky, and his scent intoxicating. You wanted to moan, to scream but you also didn't want any attention from anyone outside. But it was starting to get difficult to not make any noise.
You whimpered and whined whenever you felt the tip of his cock brush against your cervix. "Louder baby," he sighed, the feeling of your pussy tightening around his cock sent shivers throughout his body. "Just let it out, don't think about anyone else but the two of us."
Broken moans fell from your lips as you gripped the porcelain sink and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You pushed all of your worries to the side and listened to Eddie's words.
He grabbed your jaw and forced you to look in the mirror, "Good job princess, such a good girl," he smiled, locking eyes with you. "Such a pretty girl."
Eddie's eyes moved down to your neck and shoulder, which were exposed by the top you were wearing. A lightbulb switched on in his head and he slowly moved his mouth towards the most exposed spots.
He licked, nipped and kissed at your neck, testing the waters before even daring to bite into your beautiful skin. "Do it," you breathed. Eddie looked up and his eyes locked with yours again, "Do it, I want you to."
That was all he needed in order to continue.
He sunk his teeth in your soft skin, earning a hiss and moan from you in return.
Eddie left bite marks and hickeys all over your neck, and down your collarbone.
He hasn't done it before, but this just unlocked a whole new world for him that he will continue to do.
Eddie grabbed and groped your tits as he felt him dick twitch, he was so close to cumming and he can tell you were too. The way your moans went up an octave or two, the way you gripped the edge of the sink, the way your pretty eyes rolled back, the way your mouth fell open.
Eddie's hands made their way under your shirt and bra, he pinched and played with your nipples, the sensation sending goosebumps throughout your body and to your core.
You were so close, and you just wanted to cum.
You just wanted to cum for him and show him you're his good girl.
"E-Eddie..." you stuttered, "Hm?" he hummed, his pace getting faster and his hands gripping at your tits. "I'm so close, please," you didn't know what you were begging for; he was giving you everything you wanted.
Eddie brought one of his hands down and between your legs, he played with your clit, stimulating it.
You moaned and moaned; you were sure someone out there could hear you over the music. The bathroom smelled like sex, pure and raw sex.
You came and creamed all over Eddie's cock, you were sensitive to every movement right now. Eddie came inside of you, painting your walls white with his nut. When he slowly pulled his cock out of you, his nut was dripping out of you.
It was definitely a sight he loved to see. He used his fingers push the cum back inside of you and he pulled your panties back up.
"Try not to let anymore drip out of you, 'kay?" he asked, smiling.
You gave him a nod and he kissed the top of your head, forehead, nose, cheeks, lips and hands. He can't do much aftercare here, but that doesn't mean he won't show his love after fucking you.
Eddie took your hand and lead you out of the bathroom and back to the party. "You can go back to what you were doing my love."
You chuckled at his actions and walked back to Nancy and Robin; walking by Steve on your way to them.
You couldn't see it, but Eddie could.
Steve's face changed from, admiration and lust to surprise and disgust.
Surprise: He didn't think you were the type to be into that.
Disgust: It was Eddie's lips that were on you.
He scoffed and his eyes trailed down your body and to your ass. That's when he saw something dripping down your thigh.
If he wasn't as disgusted before, he's definitely disgusted now.
