Y'all know how much I love Fiddlestan but there are exactly 3 ways this ship always starts and I need to shake things up (yes I know, it's the point of Door to Door AU also but LISTEN).
What if.
Stan only crosses path with Fiddleford after he's completely lost it? Let's say something like the early 90's. (I don't think there was a date on the newspaper saying McGucket was found completely amnesic in front of the museum?) He's completely unrecognizable, people in town only know him as the crazy old hillbilly who lives in the dump. Stan only rarely goes into town (he probably only goes for groceries and to steal shit he can't buy that he needs for the portal/his attractions).
So it's entirely possible they never meet until then. Fiddleford is not shown around the Shack much (he's there when there's an event in the show, but when he's shown eating out of someone's trash, it's in town).
So then imagine Stan runs into him one night when he's out stealing some shit (man, the stuff he needs for that stupid portal is so expensive and some of it's he's pretty sure is not even man-made). He's crocheting the door of the hardware store when he hears a noise, his heart picks up speed, thinking he's caught. He stops breathing to better listen and... That's the sound of someone looking into the trash. He should know, he's done it before. Not his proudest moment but a man's gotta eat sometimes.
He goes to investigate because whoever that is, they're 1) doing a poor job at it and 2) going to get caught with all that noise.
He rounds a corner and he sees this guy wearing... a scarecrow hat and just a pair of dirty brown overalls. An absolute hillbilly cliché, right there. At this point he shouldn't be surprised with this weird ass town.
He stops McGucket, who's immediately ready to pick up a fight because that's HIS trash right there, excuse you? Go find your own!!
Queue Stan convincing McGucket to help him steal some electronics in exchange for a warm meal and they become kind of partners in crime for a while because it's much easier to do all this with two people instead of one.
Stan's pretty sure McGucket won't try to double cross him because he's just a crazy old man who wants free meals out of the deal and McGucket... Well, sometimes Stan lets him take the spare parts he doesn't need so he's getting free meals AND extra scraps. He feels like he's struck gold. He must be the luckiest man in the world! When he tells Stan about it though, Stan just laughs it off, having no idea that what McGucket builds ACTUALLY works because this man right here is somehow still the smartest person in town.
Fast forward a few months, it's getting cold and Stan feels bad that McGucket still lives in the dump, so he offers him to sleep in one of the spare rooms in the Shack, since he helps Stan out so much. But then something super weird happens. McGucket looks at Stan in fear. The kind of fear that pushes a man to do unfathomable things. The kind of fear that pushed Stan to eat his way out of the truck of a car, because he thought what was about to happen to him would be worse than death.
"I can't do that." McGucket says, "This place is Bad."
"What do you mean? You've been around my kitchen for months now." Stan asks softly, the way you'd talk to scared animal.
"The kitchen's fine. An' during the day it's fine. It's the rest. The... I can't recall. But it's Bad." He rambles on stubbornly before looking up at Stan with his big, scared eyes. "Please don't make me."
Stan's heart breaks a little at the sight, so he doesn't think when he agrees to drop the subject. They go on with their day as normal and Stan offers to drive him back to his dump in the evening. McGucket's back to his jolly self, happy to get a ride and babbling on about his inventions.
That's when it hits Stan. There's something more going on here. The only person who's ever lived in the Shack was Ford. That's why the townsfolk were so curious about it in the first place. He remembers Ford's face, the bags iunder his eyes, the paranoia. He thinks how there's two buttons to push at the same time on the portal's console and he looks at a crazy old man who's scared of the Shack and loves to build things.
He stops the car and McGucket looks at him in confusion.
"That's not where mah dump is."
"McGucket, how long have you lived in this town?" Stan asks, looking at him, hoping to find anything.
"Oh I don't rightly know. At least a few years."
"So you're not from here."
McGucket takes a moment to think about it, it seems painful to do. "No. I'm from... I... I can't recall. But I came here because- There was something. Or someone? I could help. I-"
Stan thinks he's going to keep going but instead his eyes unfocus and his face becomes completely blank. It's the scariest thing Stan has ever seen.
"Don't worry about it," he says, and just like that, McGucket's eyes focus on him and the spell is broken.
He looks around them and looks at Stan in confusion, "That's not where mah dump is."
And ooooh boy, Stan has gotten himself one more thing to fix, hasn't he?
"i just left like five minutes ago." "yeah, but i miss you already." pleeeease
inspired by @moontashpena's gorgeous art
The sweaty line of a stomach presses against Gale’s hip where his shirt has ridden up, surprisingly wiry-haired compared to the wisps stretching across the chest, cushioning Gale’s shoulder like a pillow. The kid was leaving dark grey wet spots behind on Gale’s sleeve where it suctioned up the sweat. He eyes them, and the pink nipple, peaked and goosebumped and framed by a thick but delicate wrist wrapped around a similarly damp t-shirt swung over a hefty shoulder.
“What’s a pretty thing like you doing here all alone?”
Words shouted in Gale’s ear, close enough he feels the plush of fat, soft lips and the prickle of a mustache that felt as sparse as it had looked. Shouting because Tootsee Roll was blasting from a speaker atop a cracked cabinet, at least eighty voices screaming along, the floor bouncing ominously with the hop of a house full of dancing college students. It excused the sweat of his companion too– Gale was just as sweaty, the hair at the back of his neck turned clumped and dripping.
Gale finishes his drink– seltzer to whatever jungle juice concoction was wafting saccharine sweet and gasoline fumes from the cup held in the hand slung around Gale’s shoulder. “Who says I’m alone?”
“Huh?”
It’s Gale’s turn to press his lips into sweaty brown curls, shouting right into the shell of a large ear. “Who says I’m alone?”
Bright white teeth make themselves known from behind that wide mouth, “Been watching you.”
Gale raises his cup to his mouth again though he knows it’s empty. Stares at the other man over the rim of his cup with heavy unimpress.
The song switches to Biz Markie, slowing down and his companion’s next words are slightly less shouted, “My name’s Bucky.”
“Bucky?”
“Yeah.” Bucky grins, eyes glinting and crinkling all at once, so only the shine of it comes through. “You wanna dance?”
Red plastic crinkles against Gale’s mouth as he presses his cup hard against his bottom lip, “I don’t dance.”
There’s a beeper clipped to the sweatpants around Bucky’s waist, dragging them down lower, an OU tattoo on his bicep, freshly done with a ‘94 underneath celebrating the school's champion year previous.
“Whad’ya mean you don’t dance, Buck?”
“Buck?”
“Yeah,” Bucky scratches the side of his nose with a finger, smile going crooked. “Got a problem with it?”
Gale tries not to smile. “I still don’t dance.”
“How about a cigarette then,” Bucky pats his pockets and Gale shakes his head, leans down in as the people around them shout to the song.
“Don’t smoke either.”
The smack of hands against thighs is so loud that Gale can hear it even over the music as Bucky throws his hands up and back down again in surrender, “Don’t smoke, don’t dance, bet you’ll turn down a drink too?”
Lips curving, Gale inclines his head.
“How about a walk then?”
Gale, who was waiting for the defeated walk away, pauses.
“Okay.”
The song switches one more time as Bucky gestures a hand to the door, an after you that gale takes with poised grace rather than give him the satisfaction of being flustered. Feels the sweaty drag of a palm across his bare back, thumb pushing into line of his spine, pinky teasing along the waistband of his underwear. Outside, the sudden change in volume leaves Gale’s ears ringing. Beside him Bucky was working his jaw, as if trying to make his ears pop. Partygoers have spilled out onto the lawn, playing cornhole in the streetlights and talking in the grass. Gale recognizes squirrley Harry Crosby whispering into the neck of a girl who certainly wasn’t his fiancé.
“You mind if I smoke?” Bucky asks, voice audibly hoarse, though Gale figures there might always be a bit of gravel to his tone.
He shakes his head, “Go ahead.”
Bucky’s bic was wrapped with a vomitous Lisa Frank design, peeled away at a few edges. His thumbnail singed black under the edge like he’s been spending some time in the circle Gale had smelled from the living room. He smoked like Gale’s grandfather, long puffs and quick snatches between his fingers to hang it by his side. Opposite the side of Gale.
Yellow streetlights turn them both different colors of amber, and though Bucky seemed to loom with everything he did, couldn’t seem to help the way his body took up space, Gale and he are of similar size.
It makes for a pleasant walk, only having to turn his head to ask Bucky a question, give him an answer. Tell him that he was in school for interplanetary physics. That Bucky was doing just plain physics and liked that just fine, he was trying to go Pro anyway. That Bucky had a younger sister to Gale’s older, and they both had vacationed in the Outer Banks once the same summer. Bucky was a diehard Yankees fan and Gale couldn’t care less about sports unless it was an old Sugar Ray Leonard match. They lived in the same dorm. Bucky was a Virgo. That Gale had had one boyfriend, in secret during the summer between high school and college.
When they make it back home, Bucky’s walked off the worst of his drunken sway, their hands brushing now and again as he unlocks the front door to the dorm, keys jingling and shirt still hanging over his shoulder. There’s a logo there, but Gale is much more curious about the double crucifixes swinging perfectly between his shoulder blades.
Gale leaves him at his door, an awkward pause where they decide whether to kiss or not. Then Bucky’s roommate snaps at him to close the damn door and stop letting the light in, and the moment is over. Still, Gale is smiling as he ambles up the stairs to his own room, getting changed in the dark and glancing over at the empty bed, Benny gone for the weekend, visiting his grandmother. Isn’t really that surprised when there’s a knock at his door before he’s even taken his shirt more than halfway off. He takes his time anyway at opening it, leaning against the frame with crossed arms.
Someone was blasting Mazzy Star a few doors down, Bucky grinning down at Gale, arm braced against the door.
Gale swallows a few times, trying to fight his smile, “I just left, like five minutes ago.”
“Yeah,” Bucky itches the curls at the back of his head, “but I miss you already.”
Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alternate Universe - 1990s, Breaking Up & Making Up, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending, Trauma, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Bisexual Eddie Munson, Marijuana, Alcohol, it starts a little angsty but happy endings are always promised in this house, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Blowjobs, Face-Fucking, thigh riding, Teasing, Dirty Talk, these two are the ultimate switch couple and i love them so much, semi-public blowjob at one point but no one is around, tagging 75k is tough so I'll include chapter-specific warnings as needed!, Choking, Steve Harrington Has a Praise Kink, Tattoo Artist Eddie Munson, Paramedic Steve Harrington, Podfic Welcome
Summary:
Eddie laughs from his position between Steve’s legs in the large bathtub, holding his glass as he rests his head back against Steve’s shoulder. Hot water soaks his muscles, sore everywhere that’d been so full of the man behind him.
He feels Steve’s arms wrap around his torso to pull him closer at the same time that warm, burgundy-stained lips brush his temple. Eddie’s glass tips just a bit, the unexpected movement sending sips of red wine into the bath water. He thinks for a moment that there’s something poetic about the red wine in the clear water, the way it mirrors the way Steve had helped clean his wounds in the same bathtub just months back.
Unfortunately, poetry only exists in hindsight. The blood wasn’t beautiful until Eddie had Steve to link it to, nor was the wine– it was just red.
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You had just arrived in this town 1 month ago and you still didn’t know anyone at all. You were living with your parents and the three of you, well, more like the six of you, moved out of California to live in Massachusetts. Six of you, because you were also counting your two cats and one dog. More precisely, your black devon rex male cat, Jiji, based on Kiki’s Delivery Service, then your mom’s american shorthair tabby cat named Teto and finally your dad’s three legged american cattle mix dog, Pete. All of you had moved into a pretty Victorian style house, your mom’s working at the famous esoteric shop in town because she had bought it back to the ancient owner that needed to retire, and your dad’s working at his own newly opened garage that had also success. Your two parents loved each other like the perfect romance, you had grown up in a well loving family, both of them neurodivergent. You had been passed those, adhd from your dad, and the autistic spectrum from your mom.
Unfortunately, since you were here, you didn’t really go out, nervous because it was all new to you, so you spent days to busy yourself like you could, watching Charmed, Buffy and some anime show on the television with your cat bundled against you in bed. You were nice and comfy in your house, but you had to go outside for once. So you did the best you could, in the beginning of the afternoon, you took the bus not so far away from your house to go down in town to see your dad, who was working today. You passed the garage entrance, making yourself known to your dad, who welcomed you. “Serve yourself in my desk sweetie, if you need snacks, there’s some of those candies you like”, he had said to you. Some current music played in the background from a radio post, you recognized The Cranberries, echoing gently in the big hall. You sat on one of the couches, cross legged and chewing on a sour stick, the sensation simulating your brain and your mouth as well.
You conversed a bit with your dad from time to time, while he was working on some car, then after an hour, you heard a motorbike entering the garage, turning your head, you saw a guy, he looked pretty buff.
Quite a first impression, because he stopped his engine before taking off his helmet and you swear it took a breath from you, of how gorgeous this man was looking. He wore faded Levi's jeans, a white tank top which was so tight it showed his nipple piercings underneath, a black biker jacket and black boots. His face, it was like he was a mix of a model and a greek god, absolutely insane. He had those cats eyes, and short black slicked back hair. You were looking at him, not even blinking, during the whole time he discussed with your dad about some obligatory control check of the motorbike. He was smiling a bit, showing his pretty dimples, absolute handsome pretty guy. Then, he turned his head towards you and you became shy, blushing from the attention. Your dad presented you to him, and you suddenly stood up.
The guy bowed slightly, to salute you, then spoke. “Hi, I'm San, you’re new here yeah?”, his voice deep but soft. Your dad explained to him that you had moved out the month before with him and your mom. “Oh! That’s why I never saw you in town until now”, San said to you. “I was nervous to meet people..”, you started to explain but he immediately made it known to you that it was okay to feel like this, he totally understood. After he and your dad found an arrangement for San’s motorbike control check, you both spoke on the couch, in the meantime, waiting for his boyfriend to come find him there after work, like he had explained to your dad before. You learned he had a younger cousin of one year that lived with him and his parents, because he was studying law and he had to go to the town’s uni for this. San wished to become a dancer, but for now, he was working as a barman, his boyfriend working in a diner just besides, with his little sister. He also dreamed of becoming a dancer, they even had a matching tattoo on their thighs. How similar were they?
Speaking of his boyfriend, you both heard a car door opening and shutting in the distance, so you stood up with San, wanting to see and know the new soon to be acquaintance of yours. By the gods, you swore this town was full of model looking people, the guy looked as handsome, if it’s not even more chiseled than San. He had fox uneven eyes, his black long slicked back hair with a few strands falling on his forehead, eyebrow slit which was also pierced, another piercing on the corner of his bottom lip, he dressed more street-like than his lover who dressed more classic. They both wore black nail polish, which made them even cooler. They exchanged a sweet kiss, and San introduced you to him. His name was Wooyoung, he had that friendly teasing tone and cocky behavior but in the best way, gentle of his own way. A black cat mixed with a red fox looking person, literally. “Hey, you wanna come to my party tonight?”, he had proposed to you, and at first you had hesitated, but then he assured you that their group of friends were all welcoming and nice, so you agreed and you exchanged numbers with both of them on your phone. Wooyoung sent you his house address by text, before going away with San in his car.
That’s how you found yourself in your bedroom at 6pm, one hour before the party, trying to find the best outfit. You didn’t do parties, you never did, you preferred to stay at home and chilling with a mug of tea while reading books in your bedroom or watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S. with your parents. But this time, you could make an exception, right?
Most people had the classic look of this decade, but you had a style mixed between Phoebe Buffay, Willow from Buffy, and the girlies from Charmed. You had a septum piercing, two nostrils, a few other piercings on the ears and a belly button one as well as a few tattoos over your body. You looked absolutely wonderful and pretty, and tonight you had to look good for the party. Wooyoung had told you to come in a kind of partying/everyday outfit mix. You finally went for a black sleeveless queen anne velvet top , with a long burgundy silk skirt with flowers imprinted on it and black mary janes. And since it was summer, the nights were kind of cool so you had to take a little burgundy shawl to match with your skirt. Attaching your hair with a claw in the back of your head, you arranged your bangs, little strands of hair falling beautifully on the sides of your face, framing it perfectly, and took a little bag to put your phone, a fidget toy just in case and then put on your ear protection before getting with your dad in the car. He always drove with a bit of music in the background, and then arrived in front of Wooyoung’s house, well more like his parent’s house, but they were on vacation, so he took the liberty to organize parties in the meantime of them being absent with their accord.
“Have fun sweetheart, and don’t forget to send me a message when you want me to get you back, right?”, your dad said to you before you nodded, and then got out of the car.
You were left alone before the house, a few people on the front porch and a few others in the grass, some speaking, a couple making out against the nearer tree. You took a big breath before walking towards the front door and entering inside. All of your senses apart from the taste and hearing, were taken immediately. The inside felt kind of warm because of the bodies temperature, but not really because of the AC on, thankfully. It smelt of fruity alcoholic drinks, cologne, sweat and some other things. Before you wanted to do anything, you heard San calling out softly for you, and turned your head, smiling politely at him. “Hi again”, you said quietly, “Hey Y/N, i’m glad you came! Do you need something to drink?’, he asked. Your eyes widened slightly, “Oh, uh… what do you have?” and he proposed a few options of drinks. Punch, sodas of all sorts, water obviously and fruit juice. Since you were not really sure, you took half of a punch glass, wanted to test it and honestly, it truly was not that bad. San proposed to you to meet his friends, and so that’s how you found yourself in front of a group of the most fine looking people you had seen, how was it even possible? First, you were introduced to them and then, they introduced themselves.
Firstly, there was San’s cousin, Jongho with his girlfriend Nexie, who came on occasion to see her boyfriend, because she was not living in the town. She was more energetic than him but also equally nice. Jongho had black hair and he looked like a bear in the best way. Then, Evie, who was Wooyoung’s little sister, was so welcoming to you even if she was a few years younger than you, with a few tattoos and piercings on her, pretty long black hair with a few bleached blonde strands. Then Yeosang, who was a shy and reserved guy but very kind, had a pretty birthmark on the outer corner of one of his eyes and a blonde mullet. You learned by Wooyoung who had just joined the circle back from whatever, that he was part of the “loving dick club”, like Wooyoung called it, which earned him a pillow thrown at his face from Yeosang and a little witch cackle from Wooyoung’s himself. There was Hongjoong, looking shorter than any guy of the group, short blonde hair with an undercut, a septum piercing, ears piercings, as well as a few other tattoos, one of them saying “no1likeme” on the inside of his arm. He had a pretty smile, and a handsome face. An absolute sweetheart to you, “tell me if any of them ever bother you too much, alright?”, he had asked you. He was probably the dad of the group, being one of the oldest along with another person, which was named Seonghwa. Everybody called her Hwa, she was the hottest woman you had known in your life. Long black hair, a lip piercing, a bridge/nostril piercing, and a belly button piercing that you could see because she had a short top. She smelt of cigarettes and marshmallow perfume. She had that gentle smile, very calm, well in appearance. And that soft voice which was alluring because it was a bit deeper than other women. One of the reasons being, she was transgender, and had fully transitioned from MTF not so long ago. Hwa was with her girlfriend, Angelica, nicknamed Angie. Both lesbians, both gorgeous. Angelica had multiple piercings and tattoos too like a few other people of the group. Absolute sweetheart like most of them. She smelt of weed, and cherries. You had learned that Angelica, Wooyoung, Evie and Yeosang worked in the same diner. Seonghwa was working as a model. Hongjoong working as a music producer. Then, Nori, she was looking absolutely beautiful, soft face, very gentle with you, she worked as a receptionist in the town’s hospital. Her dark brown hair, curly, fell on her shoulders. Her boyfriend, Yunho, a tall guy, was considered like the golden retriever guy in the friend circle. Nerd gamer who worked at a coffee shop and loved Spiderman. He looked like his favorite superhero, pure Peter Parker vibes. Absolutely kind too.
After being introduced to all of them, Wooyoung paused and pursed his lips, looking at you like he hesitated to tell you something important. “There is just one guy missing to the call”, before he continued, Hongjoong spoke for him, “Yeah, Mingi.”. You blinked, not knowing if they were speaking of him in the way he was dead or just not at the party at the moment. “What about him?”, you asked carefully, sitting on the couch beside Nori. She was the one who responded, like she read your thoughts, “Don’t worry, he’s not gone from this earth, he’s just probably busy with his… girlfriend”, she said the last word like it was disgusting her. You tilted your head slightly but before you could ask about the girlfriend, Nexie retorted, tsking. “Don’t even mention this meanie, can’t stand her at all”, and you turned your head towards her. Wooyoung scoffed, “yeah, me neither, i don’t even know what he sees in her”. You were very confused, before Angie explained to you that Mingi had a girlfriend named Stacy, one year younger than him, always at uni while Mingi’s searching for a job. Problem with Stacy was that while she seemed like a good person at first to most people, she actually was a bitch to Mingi’s friendgroup, well in secret actually, not in front of him. Biggest hypocrite out there, they believed she was just playing with him, not being really in love, Mingi’s was just her boytoy. You found it awful, how could a person have no gentleness in her heart like that? Why did she have to do that? Angie said to you, that lately, Mingi was annoyed more than usual. He was normally a cool guy, a sunshine guy like his childhood best friend Yunho, who saw him on occasion because of how much Mingi was either spending time with Stacy or smoking weed in the comfort of his house playing video games and watching anime.
“And there’s no way for you all to tell him that she’s not good for him?”, you asked the group. Seonghwa sighed, “trust me pretty, we already tried but he’s too stubborn, won’t hear the end of it”. Hongjoong stretched from the ground where he was drinking slowly from a red cup, “well maybe, one day, we will do hear the end of this situation, at least, that’s what i’m personally hoping, because when he comes to the studio, it’s only to ruminate, and try to write some lyrics but he’s always ending by having a breakdown on my couch”. “He’s a musician too?”’, you wondered out loud and Jongho looked at you, “yeah, he is on the same path as Hongjoong, he wants to become an artist, he even has his own tag name”. Which, drunk Yunho, added in a deeper voice, “FIX ON!”, you giggled, finding his imitations funny, and Nori shook her head, chuckling at her boyfriend’s silliness. “That’s his tag name?”, and the whole group said “yeah” in a chorus.
After that, you continued to slowly drink your glass of punch, and discussing with the group about all sorts of things, you stood up because you really needed to pee. You turned to Wooyoung, who was drinking with San, knowing it was his house, you asked him where the toilets were. He responded to you, “there’s one just besides the kitchen over there”, he pointed a precise direction, then added “but if it’s too busy, you can always use the ones upstairs in the bathroom, when you climb up the stairs it’s all the way down the hallway, can’t miss it”. You thanked him and then got to the first toilet but it was busy, someone telling you that their friend was sick in it, making you frown in worry. So, now, you needed to use the bathroom ones. You climbed the stairs, it was very calm here, made you feel less overwhelmed but when you made your way to the bathroom, the door just to your right opened suddenly, screams of a girl, “MINGI, WAIT I DIDN’T MEANT TO, I PROMISE!” and then, you saw him coming out of the room, looking like absolute debauchery, and bad decisions. You stopped directly to look at him, well more like ogling at him, even if you didn’t meant it. Your breath hitched and you swear you could hear the beating of your own heart. He froze and looked at you, it was like time had stopped for both of you. You felt your whole face warming and your brain that normally had all thoughts possible just stopped thinking too.
Tall, like genuinely giant, in all ways possible of size and height. Short slightly washed out pink hair that was definitely messy, wolf-like brown eyes who had an anti-brow under one of them, an eyebrow slit which was also pierced, perfect shaped nose who had a nasalang on, swollen pink plump and plush lips with snake bites under them, he was the most handsome man ever. No, in fact, he was the hottest guy out there. His ears had multiple piercings on them, he wore a black fishnet bottom-ripped tank top which exposed his big chest, nipple piercings, and his v-line tattoo, as well as a happy trail that started from his belly button and disappeared under his white boxers, peaking from his black baggy pants and at his feet big chunky black boots. He also had big biceps, a chained armband at one of them, chunky rings to his fingers which had also painted nails with some cool dark nail art, chunky bracelets to his wrists and multiple necklaces to his neck. He had some pretty tattoos on his arms and forearms. He also was pretty much ogling at you, your heart beating harder.
“H-Hi”, you finally said ever so softly, out of the blue, always staying polite even in this situation. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat, “Hey”, he responded in the same tone as you, his gentle voice very deep and vibrating in your whole body even with the distance, making you even warmer than you already were. But that little moment, which felt like 5 minutes, was interrupted by his girlfriend, you guessed it, coming out of the room, just finishing to adjust herself from what they’ve been doing before. She was going to beg him but then she saw you, and suddenly she frowned, “who the fuck are you?”, and you frowned back, wanting to respond to her because of how rude she sounded. She was like one of those mean girls in teen movies. You already hated her. But Mingi, sighed heavily, looked at her, angry again, “don’t talk to people like that, Stacy”, he warned lowly, and began to walk away. You leaned back on the railing to let him pass, and watch the scene as she tried to beg him to listen to her, catching his arm but he freed it from her grip, turning to her, “LEAVE ME ALONE, I DON’T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR JOSH”, he yelled, before going down the stairs, leaving her and you in the hallway. His sudden deep yell had you jolt a bit, more in surprise than fear, really. She groaned, and turned to you, looking, wanting to scream at you probably but all she said was “i hope the show was worth it to you, bitch”, in a rude tone then scrambled downstairs, leaving you absolutely alone and astonished. “Excuse you..”, you mumbled in shock to no one. You blink, trying to process it all, for multiple minutes, with your hands joined on your chest, breathing to get back to a normal heartbeat, and then your bladder reminded to you why you were here.
You got to the toilets, still processing, washing your hands, looking at your own reflection, your face was still flushed slightly. After a good few minutes, you got down, back to the party, no sign of them. They must have gone back home or something, you thought. You walked back to the friend group, well a few of them. Yunho and Nori were still on the couch along with Yeosang, speaking. Jongho and Nexie were speaking with Hongjoong. Seonghwa and Angelica were nowhere to be found, San was shit faced with Wooyoung singing at the top of his lungs on the dancefloor, Wooyoung laughing at his boyfriend’s funny drunk antics. When they saw you approach, looking like you had been through it, Nori stood up and went to you. “Are you okay, sweetheart? Did something happen to you?”, she asked you gently, guiding you to sit on one of the puffed up chairs, Yunho already bringing you a cup of water just in case. “Thank you”, you managed to say to him before taking a big gulp, the cold of it bringing a bit more to earth. “So, what happened?”, Nexie asked you and after a few seconds you responded, “Mingi”, they all looked at each other, before you added, “and Stacy”. Nexie gasped, “oh my god, did you caught them fucking?”, and you suddenly panicked “no! it wasn’t like that ! they.. um, they argued, i think”. Jongho looked at you, encouraging you to continue because he felt like you wanted to say more. Hongjoong, listening and being very comprehensive, told you gently, “Y/N, you can tell us, we are here for this”, you nodded in acknowledgement and after slowly telling them everything, Nexie sighed, "I told you all she was always playing with him, she’s probably cheating on him!”, Jongho looked at his girlfriend, “baby, are we even sure she is?”, Nexie wanted to respond to him but Yunho spoke, “Jongho, your girl’s probably right. Why was he angry at her, then? He literally mentioned Josh to her in front of Y/N”, then Hongjoong added “they probably were making out like they always do, and then she probably had the name escaped by accident”, like it was a normal habit. “Who’s Josh?”, you asked. “He’s the quarterback of the town’s uni”, Nori explained to you. “Oh…. so Nexie’s right then..”, the realisation hit you. Jongho sighed, “Come on man.. Mingi don’t deserve this bullshit, he was too kind to this bitch”, his cursing surprised you, he looked like he was polite and reserved, must be the alcohol helping him to get it out of his mouth, because even Hongjoong had his eyes widened. Yeosang got a “Jongho” of surprise, gasping and clutching his pearls. Even Nexie was a little bit surprised by her boyfriend’s language, looking at him like he had grown horns out of nowhere.
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After dancing a bit with Nori and Nexie on the dancefloor, as well as Seonghwa and Angelica who joined you quickly after, you decided you wanted a break from all of this, you took an ultimate gulp of your water before asking to Hongjoong who probably knew this house, if there was a backyard, and he guided you to the window door, before going back to the party. You took all in, the back porch prettily illuminated, and the garden was really big. The fresh air hit your face, and you exhaled before enjoying the fresh air, even with all of the people there, most of them at the big pool just in front of you, enjoying themselves. You made your way around and found that the backyard had a spot a bit farther where there were just a few people just chilling and smoking. You walked a bit more to get to the calmest spot, taking your ear protection off, because it was pretty silent compared to the rest of the backyard and house, and then, you saw him, sitting on a three place swing lounge sofa in the farthest corner of the garden, smoking what seemed like weed to you because you recognized the smell of what you smoked from time to time. He looked so unreal in the moonlight and dim garden lamps, your breath hitched hesitating for a few minutes to sit on the same thing. He had a black biker jacket on, because of the cool air. Then, he looked at you, buzzed, his throat bobbing again, and your heart jumped in your ribcage. “You’re going to stare for a while or?”, his gentle deep voice, his brown eyes piercing in your soul somehow. You didn’t respond, but instead, you sat beside him, not too far but not too close, he was taking a whole place and almost a half of the small sofa. His cologne invaded your senses, he smelt so good, and he looked at you, but you didn’t look at him again immediately, being silent as a way to just process him. Until, you heard his voice again after an exhale, “you want some?”. You turned your head and he was holding his joint out to you, so you nodded, taking it between your fingers, who brushed against his, sending warmth in your cheeks. You took a good inhale, letting you take all in, before exhaling, feeling yourself relaxing now before handing it back to him. You spent a few more minutes like that, just to share the same joint before Mingi broke the silence. “So just so you know, I'm very sorry from the way Stacy spoke to you earlier”, and you looked at him, head leaning back against the headrest, blinking slowly before speaking quietly, “that’s okay, Mingi, you don’t have to excuse yourself for her, she should”. His own heart did a weird little thing, hearing his name in your mouth, so gently like that, he pouted slightly, “yeah, but still, you didn’t do anything apart from being there at the wrong time, that’s now a valid reason to be rude like that”, a pause longer than he planned it because he realized, “you know my name, but I don't even know yours”, he said. “Y/N”, you simply responded with a polite smile that he returned to you. “Nice to meet you, Y/N”.
Another pause of his. Then.
“That’s a pretty name for a pretty girl”, he said, and you blushed so hard. Was he flirting? “oh. um.. thank you”, you mumbled playing with your fidget toy in your hands to busy them, your face so warm you could feel it. He chuckled softly, the weed helping him in being a bit more bold, because he was kind of a shy guy in reality, even more when praised and complimented. You swore his little amused sound changed your brain chemistry, because it was the prettiest sound you’ve heard in a bit. You stayed silent for a few more minutes before your brain had too many questions that you needed to get answers to. “Mingi?”, you called softly, and you heard him hum as a response, before continuing, “Why are you staying with your actual girlfriend?”, there was a silence and you immediately looked at him, seeing his face with a surprised gaze in his eyes and a pout (which was honestly really cute because he looked like a puppy), you panicked, thinking he had found you a bit too intruding, and added “not that i’m interested in you or anything, it’s just your close group of friends told me about her and seeing her earlier upstairs, it made me think a lot, i’m just curious that’s all”. He blinked and sighed, “Well, I love her”, you looked at him, staying silent for a few seconds to wait if he had something else to say, but he didn’t because he looked like he was in his head. Your little curious you, wanted to know more, to understand somehow, “even with all of the bad things she does?”, he shook his head, “that’s… complicated, at least in my head, it is”. You pursed your lips before responding to him “hm… listen i’m not here to give you lessons, i’m just here to understand, and I know we’ve just met, but hearing things about her and getting to see a few minutes of her actual behavior, makes me very worried, because your friends told me you’re a nice guy, and nice guys don’t deserve bad girlfriends like her”, you explained to him and he looked at you, blinking like he had been caught doing something illegal. “You tell me if it’s too much or if I'm intruding in your personal life, because after all, apart from knowing my name, I'm just a stranger to you”, you assured him. “No, no that’s okay, i’m just… that’s nice of you to worry about this”, he reassured you then added after a sigh, playing with his chunky rings, “these days.. that’s difficult to keep up with her. I know she’s in the last year of her uni, but we see each other less and less, to the point where she just calls me to have sex, and tonight.. she.. when we had our time upstairs, instead of saying my name like she usually does, she said another guy's name, which is the quarterback’s name of her uni, and it made me upset, like genuinely upset”, you listened to him without interrupting, "I've been reflecting since earlier, but maybe i’m not good enough for her, or something and she goes having another guy than me instead, i guess being a quarterback is better than being me”. You shook your head, “Mingi… that’s not on you, that’s totally on her, because i’ve been told she was being mean to your group friend all of the time while you were not in the area, from what i’ve heard and constated, i think she’s just playing you, and you actually deserve better than a mean girl like her”, it made him look at you, “are you being genuine with me?”, and you acquisted. .
He looked at you for a minute, you could see the gears turning in his head before he said “Now, that you say it, it kinda make sense”, and you said to him, “I mean, if she’s only calling you for sex, leaves you without news on most days, your friends telling you multiple times she’s being mean to them without your presence, and now she’s literally having the most popular guy’s name of her uni in her mouth while being with you? She’s definitely fucking with you, and i don’t mean physically”. He nodded in acknowledgment. You heard footsteps approaching and you saw Seonghwa, Angelica and Wooyoung walking just a few meters to sit on a bench swing, to smoke too. They saw you two on the sofa swing, and Wooyoung came. “Hey Min, you were here after all?”, and Mingi responded “uh. yeah. um, listen Woo, i’m sorry if i was nowhere to be found tonight, i had a problem with-”, “Stacy, yeah, i know”, Wooyoung cut him, glancing at you, then returning to Mingi, “I’m sorry for you, man, she’s just a bitch, you shouldn’t stay with her”. “About that… i’m also sorry if i kept not believing you about her being mean to you and the others in the group”, he sighed. Wooyoung shook his head, and put his hand on his shoulder, “hey don’t worry about that too much, you were just under her spell”, “yeah but i thought you just were conspirating against us or something, i was stupid for this”, Mingi retorted. Wooyoung laughed softly, “wait really? no my guy, we truly were saying the truth to you, but i’m glad you’re finally out of it”, Mingi nodded and Wooyoung looked like he was reflecting then he added “listen, if you need someone to spy on your girlfriend’s actions, feel free to tell me, I’ll be sending Jongho since he’s in the same uni as her”, “alright”, Mingi simply answered before Wooyoung offered you a smile, muttering to you only, “sounds like you’re magic”, to this, you chuckled quietly, and he returned to the bench where Hwa and Angie were sharing a cigarette, joining them to it in the process.
Mingi lit another joint, the buzz of earlier dissolving and he needed to stay relaxed in order to speak to you, handing it to you sometimes, not forcing, just proposing, and you took it everytime. “So, apart from all that, I guessed you’re the new girl in town, right?”, “hm, i am”. And like that, you two learned a bit more from each other.
“I heard from Hongjoong you’re into music?”, you asked him. “Yeah, i am, been in this since my teenhood, i met Hongjoong who’s my partner for this at uni, we were both in a sound production major, i’m writing things like him, and also produce my own songs, i even know how to play guitar”, your eyes widened, “oh i know how to play guitar too! mostly bass and electric, my dad made me learn when i was a child, the drums too. He has a band, they play in the basement where i live and sometimes they also play on stage in bars”, you ranted to him, and his face illuminated, “wait, for real?”, he exclaimed. “Yeah, if you want one day, I'll show you, I know how to play most of the guitar solos of songs like Sultans of Swing or The Chain”. “Oooh, you have good taste, then”, he smiled at you and boy, he had the prettiest and most devastating boyish smile ever, one of his front teeth being a little bit more long than the other, like a little bunny.
You spend the rest of the evening and night talking about your shared interests, you learned he loved anime, as well as playing on his Nintendo 64. He was into rock, indie and american rap. He was so interesting and handsome, even his laugh was just beautiful. It felt so nice rambling with him, but at some point, you were both really tired and your social battery was running out. So, after looking at each other for a few minutes, like you were both memorizing your faces and features, you said to him you had to go, to which he responded with a tired nod, “it was good talking to you, we’ll see each other another day, right?’ and you said “of course”. Like two exhausted people, you forgot to ask your respective phone numbers. You could always ask Wooyoung or San later, since you had theirs.
The last thing he said to you was, “get home safe, pretty girl”, with his lazy smile and gorgeous brown eyes, making you warm all over. You also made sure to say goodbye to most of the group, San and Hongjoong being absent because they were already sleeping upstairs. You texted your dad, your heart still beating and while waiting for him, you looked at the summer night sky, all stars out for you to gaze upon, with only one person in your heart.
summary: it finally starts to feel like a vacation
tags: SMUT minors DO NOT INTERACT! unprotected p in v, vulgar language, adult content, slight angst, mostly fluff, weed and cigarette usage.
a/n: hey........ remember this one? lol. hope y'all still have a little interest bc it's ALMOST OVER! just a few more chapters to go of the Fundamental Differing universe, such as bittersweet feeling. Hope you enjoy!
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Your POV
It had barely taken a week for the tabloids to run the story: Rockstars can be Softies Too! Corroded Coffin frontman spotted snuggling up to Death Dance Approximately vocalist. Sources close to the star say they’ve been close since the beginning of their joint tour.
You snort as you toss the Newsweek paper on your kitchen table for Eddie to see. The picture, of course, was staged by you and Eddie: Him in Ozzy-esque sunglasses, hair tied back, in regular clothing wrapped around you, an iced coffee in his free hand. You’re in jeans and Corroded Coffin t-shirt, snuggled into Eddie’s embrace as you sip on your own drink, a toothy smile on your face. You’d called Ralphie, a paparazzo in Boston that you’d grown close to, to break the story. He was more than happy to do it, knowing these photos would likely pay his rent for the foreseeable future.
“Think they’ll buy it?” Eddie muses, sipping his coffee.
“What’s to buy? It’s true. Maybe a bit exaggerated, but that’s just Hollywood.” You shrug, flipping the pancake on the griddle. “Chocolate chips?”
Eddie nods, rising from his seat to wrap his arms around your waist. “I need this tour to be over. I prefer waking up in a stationary bed.”
“Mmm,” You make a sound of agreement, resting your head on his as comfortably as you can without leaving the stove. “Only a couple more weeks and we’re home free.”
“Where is home, exactly?”
You don’t miss a beat. “Wherever, as long as it’s with you.”
He snorts. “Such a sap.”
“Huh, wonder who made me this way.” You giggle, poking his cheek. “You think we can put this whole thing to bed now?” You study the magazine article, rolling your eyes at their word choice: scruffy, angsty, disheveled.
“Maybe, but there’s something else I wanna put to bed instead.” He waggles his eyebrows at you. Pretending not to squirm at his flirting, you rise from your seat at the table, clearing his empty plate and your own.
“Though I am absolutely picking up what you’re putting down, I have shit to do today.”
He pouts, batting his big, brown eyes at you. “What could possibly be more important?”
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“This fuckin’ sucks.” Eddie kicks the gravel from the sidewalk outside the mechanic. “I didn’t even know you still had a car.”
You shrug. “I like to keep my life outside of being a rockstar pretty normal. Unfortunately that includes taking my dad’s car in for routine maintenance.”
“I coulda taken a look for him, yknow?”
“Psh, right. Ask the rockstar to change the oil in my dad’s camaro.”
“My life is not too glamorous to do my favorite person a favor.” There’s no humor in his tone, he genuinely wouldn’t mind getting his hands dirty for you.
“While I appreciate that, my dad would never let anyone besides Theo and himself touch that thing. You know how many times I begged him to let me take it out?”
Eddie snorts. “I remember. And the one time he finally let you, it came back with the tiniest scratch and he’d grounded you for a month.”
“Theo was the one to fix it, and the one to talk him out of a harsher punishment.”
“And despite already being eighteen, you didn’t go out at all that entire month.”
You frown, because he’s right. “God, I’m such a fake punk!”
“Yeah. Total poser.” He shoves your shoulder playfully.
“Well, she’s all set, kid.” Theo strolls up to where you and Eddie are talking, wiping his hands on a stained rag.
“Thanks, Theo.” You fork a handful of cash in his direction.
“No biggie. Anything for the biggest Boston rockstah I know. And I know a few, ya know, Steven Tyla…” He definitely doesn’t know Steven Tyler, but you’d seen him at a couple parties.
“Yeah, for sure.”
“Before ya go, though. Would yas mind signin’ somethin’ for my kids? They’a huge fans. Daughta can’t get enough o’ya.”
“‘Course, sir!” Eddie beams at the recognition, and your heart skips. He really is still living a dream. You nod in agreement, and Theo pulls out a receipt book that he hands you, along with the pen behind his ear. You sign the top corner,
Thanks for listening, hope to see ya at the gig! and scribble your signature before passing it to Eddie. You peek over his shoulder and watch him scribble,
Keep rock n roll alive! and his big, blocky EDDIE. “How old are your kids?” Eddie looks up, meeting Theo’s eyes.
“Eighteen and twenty.”
“Do they wanna come see us? We have a show here in about a month.”
“Seriously?” Theo’s eyes light up, and you can't help but be awed by Eddie’s gesture.
“You can too, if you want! I dunno if you listen to that type of music, but…”
“You can't tell my kids, but I'm actually a really big fan of both you guys’ stuff.” He lights up as he says it, and it makes you teary. You’re not sure you’ll ever get used to this part, the effect you can have on other, real people.
“Your secret’s safe with us, man.” Eddie offers out his hand, which Theo shakes enthusiastically. “We’ll see ya!”
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Eddie’s POV
“That was a really nice thing to offer.” You nudge him, approaching the door to your parents’ house.
Eddie shrugs off his vest and lays it over the arm of your couch. “Least I could do. We should probably let Steve know to add three to the guest list. You get his kids’ names?”
“Shit. No, but I can ask my dad.”
He nods, still standing awkwardly in the middle of your living room. “Well, uh. What else did you need to do today?” He can’t see what else needs to be done. You’d gone grocery shopping yesterday, and your parents’ place is pretty set for the week. He remembers trailing behind you: dressed in sinfully short shorts and white tank top while he managed to sweat in the freezer section, even if only in a tank top himself.
The house is clean— with the help of your parents, but mostly because you’ve been anxiously cleaning since this morning. He had tried to help, but ultimately had to excuse himself when you bent over the kitchen counter to wipe it down.
He wants to touch you. It’s driving him fucking crazy, he hasn’t been able to. He’s starting to feel like maybe you’re avoiding him, though you’ve given no indication that you’re not interested in having sex with him again. His brain is just telling him that. He hopes.
Even right now, in a sundress and sneakers, he wishes he could bring himself to take you to the alley behind the mechanic’s. But neither of you have made a move. Eddie’s not even sure he’s entitled to. Everything has been on your terms, and he hasn’t had a problem with it. He owes you that, right?
You glance at your watch and shrug. “Dad’s doing an overnight, and my mom’s away on some business trip as of this morning.”
“Are you implying what I think you are?” He focuses on the wall behind you to keep his pants from tightening.
“Horror movie marathon? Like old times?” If it weren’t for the hope in your voice, he’d accuse you of being cruel.
So he meets your eyes again and stretches his smile as wide as it’ll go. “Of course, sweetheart.”
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You’re trying to kill him. You must be trying to fucking kill him.
“Whipped cream?” You offer out the can with a mouthful, a bit of cream landing on his cheek. Fighting the urge to use your outstretched arm to pull you into him, Eddie opens his mouth without breaking eye contact. Two can play this fuckin’ game, he thinks. Unfortunately the giggle that slips through your lips makes his knees wobble.
“So, I have plenty of movies to choose from. Never brought ‘em when I moved out, guess they kept them all safe for me.” You glide over to the crates of tapes next to your television, neatly organized with their titles facing outward. “You in the mood for something really scary first, or something more along the lines of a horror-comedy?”
He’s in the mood for you, truthfully. The short cotton shorts and camisole you’re wearing aren’t helping that, either. “Ed?”
“Hm? Oh, uh, either one’s fine.”
You raise an eyebrow at him, and through his flushing cheeks he manages to smile back. Through gritted teeth, albeit.
“You’re being weird.”
“Am not. What about Possession?” An attempt to dodge the subject.
You seem to let the subject slide, plucking the tape from its case. “Possession it is.”
The TV yawns to life, and you place the tape into the player, making sure it's been rewound before pressing play.
“You gonna sit with me, or are you gonna keep being weird?” He rolls his eyes, collapsing on the opposite side of where you are. “Got it.”
Half of the movie is spent like that, Eddie resisting the nagging voice in the back of his head, begging him to tug you by your ankle onto his lap. You seem blissfully unaware of his internal crisis, munching on microwave popcorn as the TV illuminates the frightened expression on your pretty face. You retreat under the blanket when the scene before you gets to be too much, and for some reason it springs Eddie into action. He crawls from his side of the couch slowly, doing his best not to spook you, and curls his body into your blanket covered form.
“Hello?”
“Hi.”
“Whatcha doin’?”
“Protecting you from the scary movie.”
“My knight in shining armor.” Your body shakes with laughter, and he joins you. When you stop, you start flailing under the blanket, causing Eddie to release you so you can shove the cloth off your head. You inhale the fresh air deeply before once again descending into a fit of giggles.
“I think we’re safe now.” Eddie looks around dramatically, curly flying on either side of his face.
“Thanks for rescuing me.” You crane your neck up to reach his cheek, placing a tender kiss against his hot skin. “However shall I repay such a noble act?”
Eddie groans under the heat of your breath against his cheek. “You’re killin’ me, doll.”
“Oh?”
“Gonna make me bust in my pants like a fuckin’ teenager.”
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Your POV
His words propel you into action, quickly moving to straddle his lap, clad only in a pair of gray sweatpants. You can feel his length underneath you, twitching when you make the gentlest of contact. “And here I thought you didn’t wanna fuck me.”
“What?” Eddie halts the beginning of your movement, grasping your hips to keep you in place. “What god awful crime could I have committed in the last week to make you think such a terrible thing?” He looks at you with a pout, his eyes dark with want, or maybe hurt.
“It’s what you didn’t do, actually. I was walkin’ around the house in my underwear, Ed! And don’t even get me started on the shorts I wore to the grocery store.”
“You don’t have to remind me.” His breath is labored, like he’s just run a marathon. You grind your hips forward experimentally, and he whimpers in response. “Fuck, I’m sorry. Jus’ wasn’t sure it was the ri- fuck– right time, y’know?” Your grinding has become more consistent, still slow as the clothed tip of his cock prods teasingly against your throbbing clit.
“Mmm, such a gentleman all of a sudden?” You tease, making sure each word is barely audible, said so closely that each of your breaths tickles the fine hairs of his ear canal. “Where’s the spoiled rockstar that takes whatever he wants, whenever he wants, hm?” You’re being mean, but Eddie squirming and panting underneath you spurs you on. “You just gonna let me tease you like that while you mope because you can't touch me? Because it would be, what? Wrong? You’ve never cared about that shit before.”
“Didn’t wanna ruin anything, didn’t want you gettin’ the idea that I–” He stops short.
“Finish your sentence.” It’s a command. You don’t usually take the dominant role over Eddie in these situations, but you don’t hate the way it’s making you feel.
“Didn’t want you thinkin’ I oh- only wanted sex..” His voice is raspy with want, with need, for you, and you’ve never been good at denying him of it.
“But you do, right? You want sex?”
“I want your trust first.” His eyes bore into you as he says it.
“Eddie,” You sigh, breaking character to caress his sweaty, flushed face. “You have my trust.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I would’ve kicked you out by now if you didn’t.” Eddie throws his head back to laugh, but it comes out strangled when you grind down on his lap again. “So, now that that’s out of the way…” Before you can finish the thought, Eddie lurches forward, one hand to the back of your neck as the other wraps around your waist, bringing your body closer to his as your lips meet. Your tongue slips sweetly into his waiting mouth, coaxing a groan from his throat that you feel between your legs.
The movie playing behind you is long forgotten, now white noise as Eddie slips the strap of your tank top down your arm, calloused fingers gliding over your soft skin. Despite your earlier candidness, he’s being slow. Gentle. Almost cautious. In a way, it feels like revenge for the way you’d been teasing him, and you can’t help but relish the way it works you up.
Eddie finally breaks your kiss, giving you time to breathe while he sloppily mouths your throat, eagerly adding teeth when you roll your hips forward again. His hands have a mind of their own, tugging at the fabric of your tank top until it's bunched at your waist, exposing your chest to the warmth of Eddie’s hot, panting breaths. At this point you’re practically riding his lap, begging for friction as he takes his time with you, like he’s memorizing every inch.
“Ed, please,” Your voice is strained, broken and shameless.
“What do you need, baby?” He coos, sending you into a tizzy.
“Need you to touch me.”
“I am touchin’ you, sweetheart.” He runs his finger down your arm with a feather light touch, barely registering over the way your entire body is vibrating.
“You know what I mean.” You’re pouting, getting desperate. “Thought you wanted to.”
“Hey,” His eyes darken as he stills the rocking of your hips with firm hands. “I want to. But what’s the rush, huh? We’ve got so much time now. All night, even.” His voice holds an air of mischief, and you’re putty in his hands.
“You gonna tease me like this all night? You don’t have the willpower.” You wriggle in his grasp for emphasis, and he muffles his groan with gritted teeth. You cross your arms over your bare chest, huffing smugly. “At least take your shirt off?”
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Eddie’s POV
He can’t resist the way you ask, pleading with him to give you something. Eagerly he complies, yanking his shirt over his head and tossing it lacklusterly aside somewhere in your living room. “Get that later.” He laughs breathily, and you lunge at him. Before he can adjust to your weight, your teeth have sunken into his neck, contrasting with the plush of your lips placing wet kisses along the column of his throat. Your tongue soothes over the sore marks your teeth have left indented in his skin, branding him as yours. He finds himself excited for the next time he’ll go out in public, wearing the hickies you’ve given him like designer accessories.
“You wanna go upstairs?” You mumble the question between placing chaste kisses on his shoulder.
“I dunno, I’m kinda set on the idea of you riding me on the couch.”
“Eddie, this is my parents’ house.”
“I’ll buy them a new couch.” Before you can argue, he pulls you forward by the neck, his lips slotting into your like puzzle pieces. You seem to give in, letting him win the argument. He can get a couch here by tomorrow if he has to.
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Your POV
You readjust, sliding the tank top and your shorts quickly from your body, tossing them over the arm of the sofa before claiming your former position, this time with less layers between your throbbing clit and the tip of his leaking cock.
Before you can work him up too much more, Eddie’s hands are sliding down your form, stopping to lightly twist and pinch at your nipples, chuckling at the way you whine and mewl for him. Replacing one hand with his mouth, Eddie then slips his free fingers to the waistband of your panties, snapping them once and causing you to jump before dipping lower to gather your slick before rubbing agonizing circles on your clit.
“Jesus, angel, you’re fuckin’ soaked.” His pupils are blown as you’re sure your own are, looking at you with a lovely mixture of lust and love.
“What can I say, you do it f’me.” You aren’t trying to be sexy, it’s the truth. Eddie doesn’t have to do much to turn you on.
“Feeling’s mutual, doll. Gettin’ me all hot ‘n bothered.” His breath is labored as he speaks, and you can feel his heart racing as you press yourself further into his chest. “Need to be inside you, love. Don’t think I can take much more teasing.” You can’t resist his desperation. You move quickly, letting him shove his sweatpants, now with a damp spot staining the crotch, and his boxers to the ground. His cock springs free from the confines and slaps against his stomach, precum dampening the coarse hair of his happy trail. You lick your lips absentmindedly, and before you can drop to your knees in front of him, Eddie grabs your wrist, pulling you back into his lap.
“Wait, Ed I’m still– oh, f-fuck.” Eddie drags the tip of his dick against the damp cloth of your panties, causing a sensation that ripples through your core.
“You gonna say somethin’?” He’s taken control, stroking himself against your hole, fabric doing nothing to cease the waves of pleasure crashing through you. “Use your words, baby.” He’s chiding, condescending as you can only whine in response, the heat between your legs seemingly cutting off the communication between your brain and your tongue. “Tell me what you want, can’t read your mind.”
“Need you to fuck me, baby, please.” The words fall out without decorum, desperate and high pitched like you’re being tortured.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it? Such a good job.” Relief floods your senses when he pulls your panties to the side, sliding himself easily into your drenched hole. You both moan at the feeling, your walls clenching around his thick cock, his grip a vice on either side of you, not yet ready to let you move. You can only shake your head, too cock drunk to form a coherent sentence. Usually, he’d scold you for not speaking, make it harder for you to get off, but you can tell he’s just as desperate to fuck you, possibly even more than you are. “Need you to move.” He tries to keep his voice even, but you can hear it’s close to breaking, begging. You obey, rocking your hips, rolling forward, each movement accompanied by his own, the head of his dick pressing against the sweet spot inside you each time.
“Feels so good, darlin’, takin’ me s- so well.” He knows you value his praise, regardless of how difficult it is to give it between labored breaths.
“Missed you, Ed.” You sigh the words, brain too fuzzy to muster up the strength to properly speak to him.
“I missed you, baby.” Eddie’s head falls into the crook of your neck, kissing the marks he’d previously left on your throat while you continue to ride him. “Not gonna last much longer. Need you to cum for me. Please, I need you to cum.” His fingers find your clit without struggle, like he’s memorized the map of your body. He makes tight, quick circles on your clit as he continues thrusting inside of you, and your walls clench more tightly around him as you feel your orgasm climbing. Finally, as Eddie has pulled your face into his, crashing your lips together as his hand and hips stay moving, you fall apart on top of him, legs shaking on either side of his lap as he watches you ride it out, mesmerized by the look of you; sweaty, panting, bouncing on top of him. You’re still shuddering when Eddie lets go, head buried in your neck as his thrusts lose rhythm and grow eager, no longer worried about getting you off. His noises are guttural, coming from the deep recesses of his body. He spills his load inside you, his cum painting your walls as he mutters sweet nothings: “Fuck, shit, you’re perfect, missed this pussy so much, like it’s made for me, ‘s all mine, mine, mine…”
When he’s emptied himself, body heaving with each breath, Eddie lifts you off of his lap, both of you wincing as he slowly pulls out. “Shit!” You fall into a fit of giggles as your bare butt falls onto the couch next to him, suddenly shy about being naked in front of him. He joins you, cackling as you wipe the sweat from your brow with an exaggerated “Phew!”
“Why weren’t we doin’ that all week?” He says through laughter, and you shrug.
“Probably because other people live here?”
“Ugh, what a bummer.” He reaches over to the cigarette pack on the side table. “You wanna smoke?”
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A little flashback for those who want some lore.
He sat on the hard white couch in uncle Philip’s drawing room. His clothes itched really badly, but his uncle went through great trouble to purchase them and he had made it clear that he did not appreciate Hunter’s complaints.
Mrs. Snapdragon had arrived without formal greeting, allowing herself in through the tall doorways.
“That’s him?” she’d squinted her eyes and Hunter felt himself wondering if the squinting had been caused by the brightness of her floral dress or the massive amount of eye makeup that she wore.
Concept: an Ocarina Of Time AU taking place in the year 1998, with Majora's Mask being set two years later in 2000 (matching when the games were released)
