Eddie would not get along with Murray. Eddie would not think he is a ‘charming roguish asshole’, because “it takes one to know one, sweetheart”— but decides Murray is just a standard creep. He would unconsciously always stand between Murray and any of the younger kids. Especially Erica even though she also views Murray with open contempt. But also El. Even though she’s capable of exploding Murray’s brain.
Warnings: Mentions of abuse, flashbacks of abusive behaviour, depictions of panic attacks, violence, a bit of angst into wholesome
Summary - Whilst you help Volt and Eddie out at work, your abusive ex shows up. Eddie and Volt make sure to let him know he isn't welcome. Protective Volted.
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You felt cold, your body numb and exhausted. You knew it was for the better, but at what cost? The fact that your ex even came into the club shook you enough for you to subtly slip from the crowd, getting past Eddie and Volt without them seeing you and you hid in the backroom for what felt like hours trying to make sense of it all. How did he know this place existed? Did he know you, Eddie and Volt were together? Did he know you somewhat worked here? Why was he here?
You slumped against the wall of the stockroom, your heart catching in your throat with every breath. You didn’t want to leave the room to go back to the bar. You didn’t want to face him. You had previously told Eddie and Volt about your abusive ex when you all became romantically entangled back when they had the club in your house. It came up when you all were talking about what you want in this relationship. You told them everything. How he abused you physically and emotionally, how he manipulated you into doing what he wanted against your better judgement, how he gaslit you into thinking it was all your fault. Everything. And that's why it took so long for you to find the confidence to start looking at even the idea of a relationship again. You couldn’t fathom why he would be here in Eddie and Volt’s club. After you realised them, you agreed to help them with the projects that they continued doing. You helped Eddie when he renovated houses and Volt when he did the paperwork. And of course when they bought an old club that they renovated to become the new ‘Breaker Box’ now for more humans than just you. Whatever they did, you wanted to be involved in, taking some of the pressure off them both.
You could swear that you heard his voice through the wall, distant yet close enough to be recognisable but you couldn’t tell if it was your own head making it up. Your heart sunk and lurched up again hearing a thud against the wall which wasn’t uncommon with patrons every night but given the circumstances, it put you wildly on edge. You were starting to grow sweaty and full of panic at the thought of going back out to the bar floor to help. You knew you had to eventually but it was the last thing that you wanted to do. Your vision grew slightly blurry from the panic and tears that lined them, everything you were hearing started to sound distant and echo in your head as you wiped your eyes to at least make yourself seem presentable enough to not draw concern as you turned to the door of the stockroom and pull down the handle. What you weren’t expecting was Volt to be doing the same on the opposite side, leaving you face to face with him and nothing slipped by him.
“Live wire. Is everything alright?” He asked softly, staying a step ahead of you by holding your wrist to stop you walking past him and avoiding the question. His eyes narrowed with concern as you hesitated to answer, his normally flirtatious and playful demeanour replaced with a heavy concern for seeing one of his partners in such a way. “Talk to me, love,” He added softly, his thumb gently rubbing back and forth over your wrist comfortingly. “It’s…nothing just got overwhelmed,” You say, your eyes and rapid breathing not helping to convince Volt otherwise. “Now, you and I both know that’s a lie,” He huffed, blocking the doorway with his frame, “You don’t have to keep things from me, or Eddie for that matter,” He whispered, trying to provide more comfort for you to at least let him in a tiny bit. You look up at Volt, knowing he wouldn’t let you go back on the floor in such a state and especially when you wouldn't tell him what was wrong, “I saw someone,” You say after what felt like hours but was mere seconds, your voice came out like a broken whisper, trying to pull yourself together as best as possible. You see his face contort into confusion then drift into realisation as he processed what you said.
He pulled you into his chest, holding you tight into him. His grip was more than protective, borderline possessive and not too dissimilar to how Eddie often held you in public. His arm wrapped around your waist and his other on your upper back, his hand holding the back of your head as you rested it on his chest. You let your arms gently drape around his waist, feeling a slight sense of calm was over you if only for a few seconds. “Darling. You know we wouldn’t let anything happen to you. That bastard isn’t coming near you, okay?” He said into your hair, leaving a gentle kiss onto your forehead before pulling back. You felt his hand run from the back of your neck, down your arm and into yours. His fingers laced with yours as he looked at you, a strange anger and protectiveness still evident in his expression albeit softer and more subtle than before. The main expression was concern. “I-I know I didn’t want to draw attention to him. That's why I came back here,” You sniffle, your mind full of complex emotions and feelings as you try to make sense of everything still. Anger, sadness, anxiety, fear, frustration. All of them floated around as you clasped Volt’s hand. “I just don’t understand…I thought I was better,” You whisper, your voice cracking faintly as you look down at his hand, your fingers lacing between his own. “Oh, darling,” He hushed, gently reaching to cup your chin in his other hand. “Healing isn't an easy path, you don't need to be upset at yourself,” He said, looking down at your face with a sigh. “Volt? Did you find the ice?” You hear Eddie as the door of the backroom cracked open. You hear Volt groan in an exhale, reassuringly squeezing your hand as he turns to the now cracked open door with a side glance. “Just getting it,” Volt sighs, squeezing past you and the doorframe to the small box freezer to grab a back of ice.
Volt turned back to you with a soft look, glancing at the door to see a slightly annoyed Eddie peaking around, “C’mon you two, this place doesn’t run-” Eddie started with a huff as he turned into the door fully, stopping his sentence seeing your red eyes and now pale complexion. “Live wire?” Eddie asked softly, the previously annoyed and impatient look overtaken by concern. “Are you ok? Do you need to go back home?” Eddie asked, looking you over with a visible worry. “They just need a minute, Eddie,” Volt says, looking at the two of you. “I’ll be fine, Eds,” You exhale, your breath hitching as you glance through the door, your eyes landing on your ex who glanced at the door the moment you looked up. You feel your body grow cold again, your eyes wanting to tear away from him but you just couldn’t. He probably couldn’t see you since Eddie’s body was in the gap of the doorframe, your eyes only catching his face over Eddie’s shoulder. Both of them didn’t miss the fact that you were frozen in fear, Eddie being the first to turn his head to the direction your eyes landed on. You had described your ex a few times to them both in moments of both Volt and Eddie wanting a description to know who to protect you from. And the moment Eddie’s eyes landed on your ex, you could see the protectiveness instantly set in on him. Volt pushed the door back, ushering you into the stockroom until he came back from putting the ice away behind the bar. “Now I see the issue,” Eddie huffed, his eyes not leaving the face of your ex for even a second. “Eddie you don’t have to do anything,” You mumble, fidgeting with your hands as Volt comes back through the door. “Bullshit,” Eddie gritted out, turning to face you, “He isnt gonna hurt you, especially not here,” Eddie huffed, swiftly walking out of the doorway to the bar floor again. “I think it’s best that you stay back here, darling. Or upstairs in the office,” Volt reassures, standing in front of you protectively just in case. “I kinda want to see him get what he deserves,” You mumble softly, almost ashamed of what you were saying, earning a deep chuckle from Volt. “You and me both,” Volt sighs, looking down at you with a soft but still concerned look. “Are you sure you want to go back out?” He whispers, holding your hand tightly again. “As long as you’re by my side,” You mumble, still trying to even out your breathing. “I’m not going anywhere darling,” He smiled softly, pulling you into him as he cracked open the door to the main bar area.
You could visibly see as well as feel the tension in the room as patrons tried to keep their attention on what they were doing before Eddie came back out but ultimately they couldn’t help but see what was transpiring between Eddie, the normally reserved and quiet bartender, and another patron. Whilst it wasn’t a loud confrontation, it was more than tense. “I told you to leave,” Eddie warns, practically able to tower over the other man despite not being the tallest himself. “Why? What have I done?” Your ex scoffs, briefly catching his eyes with yours before double taking to look back at you. You feel your breath catch again and your heart drop to your stomach which didn’t pass Volt either, he kept his arm firmly around your side, staring your ex down along with Eddie. “Oh…because of your plaything, huh?” Your ex mocked, looking you up and down with that look that felt all too familiar to you. You felt Volt’s grip grow slightly tighter around you as you lean into him for comfort. “Look, they might be your old plaything but they certainly aren’t ours,” Volt snarls, looking at your ex with a look you only recognised as a loathing anger brewing inside him. “Beacuse we’re not worthless pieces of shit like you,” Eddie adds, his hand balling into a fist by his side, holding back on grabbing him by the scruff of his collar and dragging him out on the spot. “Aww, cute. Two protective boyfriends, huh? Not that a lowlife needs them. I thought you’d be out on the streets fucking any and every person who crossed you, no?” You ex commented, the faintest of smirks coming across his lips as he spoke. You could feel Eddie’s anger radiating in waves as he stood in front of your ex.
You couldn’t even take in what was happening before Eddie had yanked your ex by the collar of his shirt and spun him to be flush with the counter of the bar, still keeping his white-knuckled grip onto your exes shirt. You felt an odd satisfaction come over you. hearing your ex grunt in pain as Eddie pressed him firm against the edge of the counter. “If you even step a foot back into this bar, you’ll have a lot worse coming to you, got it?” Eddie whispered threateningly, looking down at the cowering man under his hold. His other hand came up to firmly grip at your exes throat just under his jaw, tilting his head back from the force. “I said, got it?” Eddie repeated louder and more full of anger this time. You felt Volt’s hand gently pull you in closer to his side, leaving a reassuring kiss on your head as you both watched everything unfold. You still didn’t hear a response from your ex, but you didn’t really need to as Eddie yanked you ex again by the collar from the bar and dragged him out of the door, the patrons catching this all happening alongside you and Volt as Eddie practically threw him out the door before shutting it on him. Eddie looked at you and Volt, his cheeks flushed red from his anger which was a quirk you picked up on early on from the Breaker Box days.
Eddie glanced at the rest of the patrons which was enough to get them to get back to socialising or dancing whichever they were doing beforehand. Eddie walked back over to you and Volt, an arm snaking around your waist and the other cupping the back of your neck before kissing you, his touch and the kiss equally possessive making Volt chuckle. “Now now, we are still open you two,” Volt smirks, letting his arm drop from your waist with a smile. Eddie pulled back still holding you in the same way, possessive and still slightly seething. “I don’t care,” Eddie huffed, sliding his hands into yours with a gentle squeeze. “Are you alright now, live wire?” Eddie asked softly, leaving a small kiss on your head to comfort you. “I think so…” You mumble, smiling softly as Volt snaked his arm around you again. “He’s not coming back here, we’ll make sure of it, darling,” Volt adds, looking at you softly. “Thank you,” You sigh, looking between the two of them with a small smile, the relief washing over you realising you were in amongst your safe place.
The rest of the night went thankfully without any further issues with Volt and Eddie keeping an eye on you. They sent you through the back again to count stock rather than being amongst the loud crowd of patrons in the hopes it might settle your nerves which did put you more at ease. You were more than thankful to have them by your side now, you finally felt safe and you found your home.
This is a fic for anon who sent in this request, I hope it lives up to your expectations and it’s at least somewhat what you were after. I know next to nothing about Playboy so I’m pulling most of this out of my ass lol
Part 2: When It Rains, It Pours
Minors DNI
Contains: Rockstar!Eddie x Reader, All smut right at the end, Protective!Eddie, Honorifics/ Petnames (Sir, Babe, Baby, Sweetheart, Princess), Dry Humping, Strip Tease, Oral fixation, Slight Dom!Eddie/Sub!Reader, Slight Degradation/Name-calling (Slut), Dirty Talk, Unprotected Sex, Some Aftercare
You had been relaxing with Eddie in a moment of downtime, he was sat on the couch strumming away on his acoustic guitar working on something new for Corroded Coffin. You were curled up with a book, glancing at him every so often admiring his look of concentration, his little tongue poking out between his lips. The moment is interrupted by the phone ringing and you move to answer it.
“Ok, yeah. Thank you. Bye.” You hang up the receiver in the cradle a little shellshocked.
“Who was that, sweetheart?” Eddie pauses his strumming to ask, looking over to you.
“So… uh… I just got a call from someone at Playboy. They want me for a photoshoot.” You explain numbly.
“What?!” He exclaims incredulously.
You rush to assuage any of his concerns, “They’ve said it will be very tasteful, nothing to worry about. And we’ll be doing an interview too, you could… you could come with me for support.”
“No, I won’t let you.” He says firmly.
You cross you arms over your chest, tensing at his response, “Let me. Let me, hmm…it’s not up to you to let me or not. I am my own person and I am sick and tired of all the rumours people keep spreading about me… about us.”
“I’m just trying to protect you, y/n. You don’t know what it’s like doing these interviews. They pick apart every word you say, twist it around so it means something else entirely. I don’t want you to have to go through that, people aren’t entitled to you, or us… or… or…”
You soften at his tone, moving to sit beside him on the couch, rubbing his arm, “I know, babe, but maybe this’ll help satiate everyone’s curiosity, maybe it’ll die down after this.”
“I just don’t want you getting involved in something that could hurt you, there are people out there that can be so nasty. You know how people were to me before all of this, I don’t want anything like that falling back on you.”
You grasp his hands between your own looking into his eyes deeply, “People already say some shitty stuff about me babe, I know. I can ignore it, what’s some random person on the street matter? I’ll be ok, I want to do this.”
“You’re sure? There’s no talking you out of it?” He persists.
“Yep, I’m sure, I’m gonna do this interview. Really stake my claim on you, shout it out to the world ‘I love Eddie Munson’ and maybe that’ll finally shut everyone up.”
The two of you stand before the sprawling mansion, “It’s very ‘Gothic-Tudor’.” You muse, staring up at the impressive detailing.
Eddie wraps an arm around you drawing you closer and pressing a kiss to your neck, “You wanna live in a place like this one day?”
“Oh, god no what would we do in a place this big?”
He smirks devilishly, “I think you know what we’d be doing in a place like this…” he wiggles his brows at you suggestively before continuing, “…sex, I mean sex.”
You roll your eyes at him, “Obviously you mean sex Eds. When are you ever not horny? Jesus.”
“Jesus ain’t got nothing to do with it babe, I may have the hair but that’s about it.”
You give his shoulder a shove, “Oh, ha ha real funny guy you are. Come on let’s head in.”
He grabs your wrist as you turn towards the door, tone shifting more seriously, “You sure you’re ready for this? No going back once everything is out there.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure.” You assure him.
“Alright then, let’s go.” He gives a sweeping gesture, indicating for you to proceed and follows along behind you.
The man who greets you at the door introduces himself as Lawrence, he’ll be the one conducting the interview. As you step into the great hall, you can see straight through to the terrace on the other side and the backyard beyond, to your left there’s an ornate double staircase, chandelier dangling from the ceiling before it. You are led through an archway to a living room, you take in the art on the wood-panelled walls before taking a seat with Eddie on the three-seater couch.
“Ok, so the way we’re going to do this is, Mario is going to take y/n for her photoshoot.” Lawrence gestures to the man who has just entered the room.
“Now y/n is definitely the focus of this issue, but we were hoping we could get a few questions in with Eddie over here, while we have him.” He turns gesturing to your boyfriend.
“Once the photos are all done, y/n can join us for her interview. How does that sound?” He glances between the pair of you waiting for a response.
You’re a little nervous, shifting uncomfortably, you thought you’d be able to have Eddie there while the photos were being done. He gives your hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze before answering for the pair of you, “It’s not exactly what we expected, but yeah that’s fine, right, sweetheart?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I think I’ll be ok.” You say more to him than the interviewer.
“Great! That’s perfect.” Lawrence claps his hands together and Mario motions for you to follow him, you drop Eddie’s hand a little reluctantly and rise from the couch.
You’re led to a bedroom that’s been decked out for the photoshoot, lighting, those white reflectors, a backdrop screen, camera positioned on a tripod, the works. A team of people stands waiting with a rack of risqué outfits, another waiting to do your makeup, you’re feeling a little overwhelmed but they guide you through explaining, “You have a very mysterious image and we want to bring that out with these photos. How do you feel about…”
The whole process passes by in a whirlwind, you feel like you’re barely absorbing anything they say, just reacting. Before you know it you’re slipping back into your own clothing and heading back to the living room.
When you are reunited with Eddie, he moves to stand beside you pressing a kiss to your cheek, “How was it babe?”
“Uh… it was good, I think. It all went by so quick, I’m not sure I even had time to take it all in.”
He rubs your shoulder, “That’s ok, you ready for the interview now?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
He leads you back to the couch, Lawrence grins at you and you give him a small smile back, before beginning hesitantly, “I… um, I’m not really sure how this is supposed to go. I’ve never done one of these before.”
“Just answer the questions, be yourselves and have fun… I’ll take it from there.” He replies, that doesn’t sound too bad you think to yourself.
“Ok, y/n how do you think you’re handling your new found fame along with your boyfriend’s rocket to stardom?”
“It has been kind of a wild ride. I don’t really know why anyone is interested in me. I mean he’s the rockstar… I’m just like his little groupie, like I don’t really have anything to do with the band.”
Eddie interrupts to add, “Oh, sweetheart you are so much more than that, I don’t know what I’d do without you… without all your support and love throughout all of this.”
He turns to Lawrence, “You know, back when we were only performing at that little dive bar just outside of Hawkins. To no one mind you, but a handful of sloppy drunks with nothing better to do. She was out there putting together posters and making shirts and singing our praises to anyone that’d listen. She was our number one fan from day one. Well, that was after I finally convinced her to come see us play.” He chuckles.
You feel yourself beginning to flush with embarrassment, “Oh shush, that makes me sound so bad… so desperate.”
“No, it doesn’t, I think it’s cute.” Eddie says, slinging an arm around your shoulder.
“Yes, very cute…” Lawrence mumbles offhandedly scribbling away in a notebook. “Do you have a favourite Corroded Coffin song, y/n?”
“Oh, that’s a hard one…” you giggle, “I love all their songs really, but a favourite… hmmm, I’d have to say it was the one Eddie dedicated to me on their first album.”
He scribbles a little more before looking up, “So, everyone is dying to know, how did you two meet? How did all of this start?”
“We, uh… we actually met in high school. Started dating our senior year,” you look to Eddie for support and he nods, squeezing your hand in his breifly, “Eddie had to repeat his final year a couple of times and I became his tutor and friend at first. I know a lot of people thought he was dumb because of that but that is so not true, he is soooo smart, just has a little trouble concentrating sometimes.”
They let you continue rambling, “And he is so talented, I mean clearly… but I remember one time we were sitting in his bedroom, he was sat on his bed strumming on his guitar along to a song he put on the radio. He’d said it was some new song by Metallica he was trying to learn. His hair was gathered up all low, messy in a hair tie, a pencil tucked behind his ear. Every now and then he’d pause the cassette, to make some notes in the book beside him, his tongue poking out between his teeth. I just couldn’t look away, I remember thinking ‘how could someone be this pretty’.” You sigh and look up at him.
Eddie gapes at you, “Babe, that was way before we even started dating, I had no idea.” He chuckles then continues in a teasing, singsong voice, “You had a crush on meeee, that’s embarrassing for you.”
You slap him playfully, “Oh, shut up we are literally dating it’s not like you didn’t have a crush on me… and you’re the one that admitted it first so ha.”
You poke your tongue out at him and he does the same.
“Awww, you were high school sweethearts that’s so precious.” The interviewer responds in a patronising tone. “Do you think you guys will last? How do you handle all these women throwing themselves at your man?”
You feel a heat rising in your cheeks, tensing at the question. You ball your hands into fists trying to control the emotions that threaten to overwhelm you, he’s definitely hit a sore spot for you, one of your biggest insecurities. Eddie places his hand over yours rubbing gently before springing to your defence.
“That was a very rude question, how dare you imply I would cheat or leave the love of my life for some stupid hookup. I love my fans, don’t get me wrong, but that is never happening.”
The interviewer presses on, “Yes, of course, but we want to know how she feels. It must be hard even-”
Eddie cuts him off firmly, “No. If you continue with this question we are leaving.”
Lawrence throws his hands up in defeat, “Ok. Ok, I’ll stop. So, how do you think your relationship affects the band?”
The next question does little to brighten Eddie’s sour mood, but he answers, “Well, I for one think it’s great. She gives us all so much support, she inspires me and I think that is great for the band. They all love her too, she’s like family to them.”
Lawrence turns to you, “And how do you feel about it, y/n?”
“I don’t know I’ve never really thought about it, I just… I guess I just want whatever’s best for them, whatever that entails. I am so proud of all of them and all their hard work, it’s really paying off for them.” You answer honestly, if a little shakily.
“So, you’re not worried about having a Yoko situation?” He presses.
“What? No, why would I be worried about that? I would never do anything to interfere with the band.” You answer slightly taken aback.
“What’s he mean, babe?” Eddie whispers in your ear, a little confused.
“He’s talking about Yoko Ono and John Lennon, people say that she’s the reason The Beatles broke up.”
“Ok, man what the fuck?” Eddie jumps to his feet, “Are you really that desperate for some scandal, some little juicy tidbit that isn’t even true? Why can’t this just be about us, who we really are? You know either way the issue is gonna sell. No one cares about the shit that you write anyway.”
“Then why are you here?” Lawrence counters.
“Because she thought… you know what never-mind we’re leaving.” He grabs your wrist pulling you from the couch and stomping away.
“You know what they say, any publicity is good publicity…” Lawrence shouts after your retreating forms. Eddie pays him no attention dragging you out of the mansion.
You’re speechless for a moment but when you get back out to the front door as it slams shut you tug on his arm bringing him to a halt.
“Eds, what if… what if they don’t run the issue? What if all of that was just for nothing?”
“That ass will probably find a way to work our little storm out into it, spin it like we’re the bad guys. Or maybe he’ll just make up some other lies it doesn’t matter to them really as long as they get their cut.” He scoffs.
“Come on let’s get back to our room.” He huffs out.
You spend the rest of the trip back to your hotel in silence, Eddie quietly fuming, you sitting there numbly.
He opens the door to your room ushering you in and closing the door behind him, turning to face you and sighing, “How’re you doing?”
The floodgates burst and tears stream down your cheeks, he pulls you into his arms and you blubber into his chest, “He was so mean… I di-didn’t think it would be like that… so confrontational…so demeaning…”
He rubs soothing circles into your back, pressing kisses into the top of your head, “I know. I know, it’s ok. Don’t pay any attention to what that idiot said. I love you. I’ll never leave you. You are the best thing in my life.”
“Y-you promise?” You ask shakily, tilting your head up to look at him.
“Oh, sweetheart of course I do. And you know me man of honour, man of my word.” He jokes.
You giggle, breaking out into a watery smile, “How do you do it Eds? Why do you do it?”
“The interviews, the publicity? It’s hard, but I love the music more and that feeling of stepping out onto a stage and performing… it’s exhilarating. It’s also good to have people looking at me like I’m not just some loser freak-”
“Hey, what have I said about calling yourself that?” You admonish him.
He waves a hand dismissively, “Yeah, yeah. But the rest that’s the price I gotta pay and I hate that I gotta drag you into that. Tried so hard to keep you away from that part of my life.” He sighs heavily.
You lean back into his chest and he rests his head on top of yours, you mumble into him “I wouldn’t trade it for the world, you know? I love you, Eddie. I have always loved you. I hope you know I’m here for you when this stuff does get bad.”
“I know, it’s good to hear it though.” He sighs.
“Guess what came in the mail today…” He waves an envelope in your face as you step through the door.
“Uhh… I don’t know were we expecting anything?” You hum searching your memory for some clue.
He pulls out a glossy magazine and you see your own image staring back at you, along with the words ‘Inside the lives of rockstar Eddie Munson and his Mystery Girl’. You cringe, “Oh god! That’s out now? How bad is it?”
“Nah, not yet. We got an advanced copy, didn’t bother reading that stupid article, who gives a shit what that asshole has to say about us…” He lets out a low groan, “…but babe I looked through it and God damn is it sexy. Those photos of you, so hot I almost couldn’t wait ‘til you got home.”
“What do you mean, I wasn’t even doing anything in those photos… you definitely have more racy photos of me than that.”
“Yeah, but you’re in Playboy that’s really fucking hot, my girlfriend’s a model.” He grins at you broadly.
You giggle, smiling back bashfully, “Shut up!”
He pounces on you, kissing you fervently, groping at your ass.
“How about we take this to the bedroom?” He grinds his hard length up into your clothed core and you whine nodding your head against him.
He leads you to your bedroom, you don’t need to see him to know he’s grinning from ear to ear.
He sits on the bed grabbing your hips and pulling you to stand between his spread thighs. You lean into him and tilt his head back, pulling him into another kiss, your hands fisting into his curls. His tongue slides over yours insistently as he reaches around you, kneading the swell of your ass between both hands, you feel the hard press of the rings around his fingers. The two of you break apart gasping for breath, he’s pulling you to sit, straddling his lap. You move to steady yourself with your hands on his shoulders, but he grabs your wrists holding them crossed behind your back. He uses the leverage he has over you to pull you against him, conveniently dragging your mound over his persistent erection. Repeating this action over and over as your head falls against his, your eyes flutter closed as you moan breathily.
“That feel good, sweetheart?” He teases.
You hum with a nod, “Mmhm… so good.”
He chuckles at your response, “It’ll be even better once we get rid of these clothes.”
With the grip on your arms, he pulls you further down his legs til you’re just resting on his knees. You whine and open your eyes to look into his, his dark pupils encapsulating majority of his irises.
“How ‘bout you put on a show for me? Just like in that magazine.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely. If I got the real thing in front of me, why would I bother with anything else?”
“O-ok…” he lets you pull away from his grip, sliding off his lap, “…wait here a minute.”
You disappear into your closet, re-emerging shortly with something clasped in your hands.
Eddie leans back on the bed, resting on his elbows as he watches you curiously, “What’s that you got there, princess?”
“You’ll see.” You reply evasively, making your way over to your vanity. You slip a cassette into the radio on the vanity, pushing some buttons…
♫Step inside
Walk this way
You and me babe
Hey hey♫
You turn back around to face him and he laughs bodily, “Oh babe, you had that queued up perfectly, if I didn’t know any better, I would’ve said you planned this.”
You give him a sly smirk, “Maybe I did plan this… well not exactly like this, but you know… I had it on standby.”
“Oh, so my dirty little girl wants to strip for me… interesting, well go on the song’s not gonna last forever.” He smirks back devilishly.
You sway your hips to the music, running your hands over your body, slowly moving towards him. You strip off your clothing piece by piece, teasingly, seductively. You move to straddle him once again, now only clothed in a matching black lacy bra and panties set adorned with little pink bows, one nestled between your cleavage the other at the middle of the waistband.
“So, you weren’t planning anything today huh? What’s this then?” He hooks a finger into the waistband of your panties.
You pout back at him, “Just wanted to feel cute today, that’s all.”
His fingers move to toy with the bow positioned above your crotch, “Well, you are. Look at you all wrapped up, bows and all, just like a little present. And it’s all for me.”
You whine, dropping your forehead to rest against his nodding against him, mumbling, “Mhmm, all yours, baby.”
He pulls you into another heated kiss as you grind down against him, the music continues in the background, another song having started up. You tug on his shirt whining into his lips, he pulls away hooking a hand in the collar of his shirt slipping it over his head smoothly. You latch onto his neck kissing and sucking your way down his chest leaving red marks in your wake. When you get to his pants, you’re unbuckling his belt without hesitation as he looks down at you pupils blown wide and with a lopsided smirk. Just as you’re rolling down his boxers to follow along with his pants, he’s pulling you back up, “No time for that now.”
You pout at him, “Awww, but why?”
“’Cause if I don’t get my dick in that wet, little cunt of yours I might just explode. You can suck my dick some other time.”
“You promise?”
He huffs rolling his eyes “God yes, just get over here.”
He drags you onto the bed, flipping you over so that he’s hovering over you. He presses soft kisses into the swell of your breasts, his hands snaking around you to undo the clasp. He tosses the bra over his shoulder pausing to suckle at your nipple and nipping on it gently to your strung-out moans. “What… what happened… to… to ‘no time for that’.” You pant out as your hands twist into his curls.
“I’m getting there.” He mumbles grinning against your skin before continuing to trail teasing kisses towards the elastic of your panties. He grips the fabric between his teeth dragging it down your legs, before popping up proudly grinning with your panties still clamped between his teeth.
You snatch them away from him tossing them across the room, “Alright, that’s enough come on and fuck me already.”
“Ohoho, someone’s got bite. Settle, or you won’t get anything.” He reprimands you.
“Yes, sir.” You mumble back faintly, eyes downcast.
He presses you back into the mattress, drawing back down between your thighs with his head, “Just want a little taste, ok.”
He runs his tongue between your folds, collecting the slick that has gathered there, “Oh baby, you’re always sooo wet for me… so sweet too.”
He plunges his fingers into your heated core, you can hear his rings clink together at your entrance as he pumps them in and out slowly, they come away sticky with your juices.
“Wanna taste?” He presses his fingers to your lips, not waiting for an answer, “Come on suck on them, you wanted something to suck on, didn’t you?”
Your mouth falls open of its own accord, tongue darting out to lap at his fingers and he replicates his earlier actions, dragging his fingers in and out of your mouth. You whine around the digits, your tongue swirling around them as you imagine sucking on his cock.
“That’s it sweetheart… alright enough now.” He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and you pout back at him.
“Don’t look at me like that… ok, maybe I’ll let you suck on them some more later.”
You grin at him with those words, humming in response, “Thank you.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He rolls his eyes, but you know deep down he enjoys it just as much as you do.
Gripping his shaft at the base he drags the head along your folds briefly nudging at the bundle of nerves that sets you shivering in anticipation. You don’t have to wait too long before he’s plunging his length into your wet heat, your walls stretching easily to accommodate his size. He grinds into you firmly with a groan as his head falls forward, eyes fluttering closed and drawing your lips into his own in a burning kiss. You whine into his lips as the motion of his hips stimulates your clit even further, “Move, please.”
He pulls his hips back accommodating your request, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, “Like that?”
“God, yes… please… just like that.”
He chuckles darkly, repeating the motion a few more times before his hips slow into a steady roll.
“You know every guy in the world is gonna be jerking it to you when that magazine comes out.” He teases and your walls flutter around him, “Oh, you like that do you… thought you were my little slut-”
“Yes Eddie, I’m yours… only yours.” You gasp.
“Then why does the thought of other guys get you going so much hmmm?” He presses his thumb into your clit in lazy circles.
“Dunno…” you whine.
“That’s ok, I like it too… knowing that I have something everyone wants and it’s just mine… all for me… they can all dream, but this little pussy belongs to me.” He punctuates each sentence with another thrust. You’re tightening around him, lust coiling in your belly like a spring just waiting to release.
“You’re close, baby… I can feel it, the way you’re squeezing around me. You wanna cum?”
“Yes, please sir… need it…” He’s right, you are close, so close, you can feel little shocks of electricity emanating throughout your limbs. Right on the precipice, just need that little push.
He groans, “Love the way you beg for it, do it again.”
“Pleasepleaseplease sir… Please let me cum.” Your whines jumble together, tears gather in the corners of your eyes.
“That’s it cum for me, baby.” He growls.
That’s all it takes for you to come apart on his cock, screaming his name and he’s following along right after you spilling his seed into you as your cunt grips him like a vice. He collapses on top of you, both of you panting heavily, you relish in the feeling of his weight pressing into you, pinning you to the mattress.
“God, I love you Eds.” You breathe out.
“I love you too, sweetheart.” He mumbles in your ear.
You feel him shifting, about to roll over, but you wrap your arms around him keeping him in place.
He looks down at you curiously, “Can we just stay like this for a minute?” You sigh.
He brushes a hair out of your face, pressing a kiss to your temple gently, “Of course we can princess.”
You stay there until his cock is softening and slipping out of you, your combined releases dripping out between you onto the bed. He hums into your hair, “Come on, lets get cleaned up now.”
He’s pulling you off the bed gathering you up in his arms and carrying you into the ensuite.
He lets your feet fall to the ground and you lean against him as he begins running a bath, adjusting the temperature to suit and adding some bubble bath liquid. As you wait for it to fill, he rubs along your back soothingly, “Well, that was something wasn’t it, babe?”
“That was amazing Eds, always is with you.” You hum back.
The bath is mostly full and he helps you in, sliding in behind you, still leaving the tap running to fill even further. He scrubs a loofa over your body pausing as you lean forward to shut off the water. Then proceeds to wash your hair, massaging your scalp comfortingly. Once he’s finished his routine you return the favour, giving him the same treatment.
bro i don‘t know, but i somehow need a fanfic where eddie and jason gets into a heated fight because jason starts to insult eddie’s girlfriend (reader) because she’s with the school freak and that she is disgusting that she is touching him; kissing him etc. and when jason says something what get into eddie’s skin, he started to throw hard punches at jason while the people there try to get eddie of jason but there’s no chance cause eddie is to much into rage and etc.
idk i just thought about this a whole time and i am a sucker for this honesty. also happy halloween!👻
okay so obviously it isn't halloween anymore and this is nothing but a testament to how long it takes me to get to and finish requests sometimes. i'm a horrible person.
i hope this isn't as bad as it felt while i was writing certain parts of it.
warnings: eddie beats tf out of jason, mentions of blood and broken bones and just overall violence.
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you never really belonged with the popular kids, the cool kids. the only reason they ever let you in with them was because of you best friend, the queen of hawkins high, chrissy cunningham.
you've known chrissy almost your entire life. first met in elementary school when she tripped over her undone laces and scratched her knee, you helped her to the nurse and ditched your classes to stay with her until her mom picked her up. since then you've been inseparable despite how different you two were, you complemented each other in a way nobody understood so when you got to high school, there was noway she'd leave you out on your own devices.
chrissy was too kind and too sweet for her own good. she's the type of person to fit in wherever she goes because she's just that lovable. it was hard to say the same for yourself, you were more closed off, introverted, you didn't let people in easily so it was no surprise to you that they didn't welcome you in with open arms the way the did chrissy.
to make matters worse, during your days at the school you started leaning more and more into the outcasts, the loners, the freaks as they've been called. to one specific freak in particular and it wasn't too long after when you started going out with him.
it started during math class. he showed up late and didn't know you had a test that day. you've heard a rumor that he failed that class one too many times and decided to help him, part because you felt bad that he had to retake his senior year several times because of one class and part because of your clandestine little crush.
when the teacher wasn't looking, you switched your papers. taking his empty one and giving him yours with all the answers and an empty space at the top so he could write his name there. his head turned to you so quickly he almost snapped it and he stared at you like you've grown six heads, nobody's ever helped him before and the way you just did was extremely suspicious to him especially when you gave him a smile as you went to hand in the empty paper, fully aware that you'll fail the test.
he brushed it off thinking you probably know he deals drugs and you helped him for a discount so for days, he waited for you to approach him to make a deal then he waited some more.. and waited and waited and waited but nothing ever happened. you never came. you didn't want anything from him, you just helped him with no ulterior motives.
a few days later he decided to gather up all his courage and talk to you, thank you and the rest soon became history.
you hit it off quickly, you were more alike than you've expected. you had similar hobbies, both of you pretty artistic and into the same type of music which was a big thing you've bonded over. eddie couldn't believe someone in hawkins shared his taste, let alone it be a 'popular pretty girl'
you told him that you hated being called that, popular, because it just wasn't true. you sat with them and walked with them but you weren't one of them, never have been. only reason you stayed around was for your friend, she never left your side and you couldn't leave hers.
for a while chrissy was the only one who knew about your relationship with eddie. she knew you'd never give the jocks a chance. chiseled, clean cut boys in khakis who have the personality of a wooden spoon, drive a car their daddies paid for and go on to marry their high school sweethearts only to cheat on them five years into the marriage tops weren't your type. she knew that so she wasn't shocked when you told her that you've fallen for the town pariah, the guy at the bottom of the social food chain, the freak.
she was worried for you at first because just like everybody else, she only saw who eddie presented himself as, only saw his mean streak and outrageous behaviors. the things he used to shelter and protect himself, not who he was underneath them. but once you've explained to her that he was nothing like what people make of him, she immediately trusted your judgement, "you've always been a better judge of character than me", she said and told you that she's happy you've found someone who was the match to your fire, your twin flame.
unlike chrissy, the rest of the group weren't supportive of your relationship with the freak. they shunned you out and exiled you from their inclusive circle which you were internally grateful for. you hated each and every single one of them and you were scrapping for a reason to leave then they went and handed it to you on a silver plate.
eddie warned you about this happening. he even suggested keeping your relationship a secret, he was okay with being your meeting behind the school or at the bench in the woods but you turned that offer down before he even finished making it. you told him you loved him and you were proud of having him as your boyfriend, you were dating the kindest, hottest, most loving and most talented guy in hawkins and you'd be damned if you didn't show him off.
he's never had someone be proud of having him like that, most people outside of his uncle and his dnd circle didn't want to be associated with him so hearing you tell him those things felt like you ripped off an old bandaid and started healing his wounds instead of just covering them and calling it a day while they bleed under the plaster.
and that is when his protective streak over you begun.
he knew that being "the freak's girlfriend" was gonna come with more cons than pros, if there's any pros at all, and he was going to be damned before he allows them to treat you the way they've been treating him. he was used to being trashed, being insulted and pushed around so he was more than determined to make sure you never have to face the same circumstances he did.
but he was only human after all and he couldn't be everywhere all at once, couldn't shelter you from every near and far possible threats and it was especially hard when you were consistently insisting that you're okay and you can handle things by yourself. a fact he was too aware of but still, he's never had someone to call his before so it was only natural that he felt this immense, almost primal need to protect you.
during lunch break, you told eddie you needed to go see chrissy. she wasn't doing too well with her mental health and she needs her best friend. being with jason was weighing hard on her, behind the smile he puts on display in front of a crowd, he was a monster behind closed doors. you told her to break up with him, told her a million times that he doesn't deserve her but you're always met with the same response, "i can't leave him, my mom would kill me", she'd say and you'd tell her that being with him is also slowly killing her but it was all in vain, she was stuck and you couldn't afford to get her out. the only thing you could offer her was a safe space to fall into.
your meeting with chrissy under the stairs was cut short with the ever known preacher voice of her douchebag of a boyfriend interrupted your conversation as he jogs up to the both of you. "hey chris.." he quirks an eyebrow at your and fling one arm around chrissy's shoulder, "well well as if it isn't the freak's very own girlfriend" he tugs her closer, glaring down at her. "what are you doing talking to this piece of filth chris?"
she keeps her head down, avoiding his stare at all costs, crossing her arms over her chest. "jason let's just go"
"no no what were you saying to her?" he steps up to you, this time the fire in his eyes is burning at you. "trying to sell her drugs like you trailer trash boyfriend?" he spits out with venom.
"jason don.."
"i was just leaving." you cut chrissy off knowing she'll be in trouble if she defends you, keeping your eyes sharp on jason as you move from under the staircase and into the school's hallway.
he follows you, grabbing your arm so hard you can feel his fingernails dig into your skin over your clothes. "if i ever see you talking to chris again i'll snap you in half. understand that, dirty whore?"
your arm starts to ache but still you refuse to let him see any sign of weakness or pain that he's inflicting onto you. "jeez carver you've got a stick up your ass this morning or something?"
he tugs you closer to him, his grip still strong on your arm. "the fuck did you just say to me?" his white of his eyes begin turning red, you can see his fury and feel it as he's breathing down on you. you remain speechless, you've never been this close to him and seeing him like that nothing short of terrifying. "didn't think so."
he goes to let go of your arm but before he could make his next move, he's thrown across the room into the brick wall. you didn't even see how it happened, in a blink of an eye he was no longer standing in front of you but instead laying on the ground.
loud gasps come from the people passing in the hallway and you turn your gaze to see what, rather more who, they're looking at, your eyes falling on your boyfriend. your boyfriend who you left sitting with his friends at their lunch table, laughing and joking about silly things, unbothered by life around him.
now he's standing with his chest heaving and his pupils blown out in rage. before you can walk to him and pull him away from the situation, he goes to jason on the ground, turning him over before throwing a punch to the right side of his face, so vicious that it knocked one of his teeth out and made blood spill out of mouth.
you've always known eddie had rage. he never showed it in front of you or anyone for that matter but it was a no brainer. nothing in his life has ever gone right or fair, before you nobody has ever been kind to him. he grew up on hurt and violence, he didn't let them grow into him but they were always there buried in the deepest pits of his soul, screeching and threatening to crawl out at any given minute. the mere lightest touch was the only thing his trigger needed to make space for the furious demons inside of him to make their way out, and he was given more than a light touch.
another punch lands on jason's face before he can comprehend the first one, turning his face to the other side. you can hear the sound of bones breaking despite the sound of screaming that surrounds you, some people yelling for eddie to stop while others are chanting 'FREAK FREAK FREAK FREAK'. the only thing you could do was watch as it unfolds. you couldn't move, you couldn't speak. your entire body went still, the only part of you that remained working was your mind and it was running too fast for you to be able to keep up with it.
jason managed to get his hands around eddie's neck, choking him but eddie was completely unperturbed by getting his airflow cut out. instead of trying to get jason's hands to get them off his neck, he grabbed his wrist and twisted backwards until his knuckles touched his arm, breaking it.
the chanted and yelling suddenly stopped once they realized how serious this was, the only person left screaming was jason at his broken wrist and nose. he ended up dropping his hands from eddie's neck, the pain was too much. "what the hell have you done! you broke my fucking hand you fre.."
before jason could finish his sentence, eddie grabbed him by his letterman jacket and got up, dragging jason to his feet too, pinning him up against the wall so hard it made the lockers shake.
"touch her again and you'll wish it's only your hand that's broken" eddie spat out in jason's face before lifting his knee up, letting it make contact with jason's crotch so harshly that he leaned forward and fell on eddie's shoulder but before he could, eddie hurled him onto the ground then crouched down next to him, pulling his hair and forcing jason to stare at him. "if you do as little as breathe in her direction, i'll fucking kill you, understand?"
"you really are a freak munson" jason says through his teeth and cries, eddie rolls his eyes at the comment.
"yeah yeah tell me something i don't know" eddie lifts jason's head by his hair higher then hit it against the floor, breaking his nose further and possibly his jaw as well. "now tell me something new, did you understand what i said?" eddie repeats himself, his nostrils flaring with his heavy breathing.
"fuck!" jason yells in agony as his 'friends' stare at him, keeping their distance from the scene and wearing their fear on their faces. eddie pulls jason's head back again, threatening to smash it against the floor once more but jason speaks, "yes yes! i understand i get it i do i understand" he begs but his attempt to stop eddie's next move is unfruitful as he throws jason's face against the ground again.
eddie was about to get up from his crouched position when his eyes meet chrissy's trembling frame standing by your frozen figure. he knows about the mental abuse jason has inflicted on your friend, he's seen her cry in your arms countless of times, he had to drive her with you back to his trailer because she needed an escape from him and her mother. chrissy was like your sister and if she's family to you then that's what she is to him too.
"you'll leave chrissy alone too. if i see you with either one of them, you're dead carver. dead" jason doesn't have enough strength to talk back, only babbles out something incoherent as eddie gets up, throwing one last kick to jason's ribs with his booted foot.
he turns to the crowd of people who were stood there watching him, the principle included. all of them staring at him with terror in their eyes and their mouths agape. "hope you enjoyed the show, come back same time tomorrow." he says sardonically before bringing his gaze to you and his eyes immediately soften.
"baby.." worry begins filling up his chest at the possibility of you thinking he's a monster now that you've seen what he's capable of doing, now that you've seen another's blood on his hands. as he walks over to you, he thinks of every reaction you might give. his mind wanders off to the worst places, to you leaving him now that you've seen 'the freak'
your reaction was nothing like he had expected or could have imagined. out of all the possible scenarios of what could've happened once he was within your arms' length, the one thing he didn't expect to happen was for you to wrap your arms around his torso and enveloping him in a hug this tight.
his arms stay on his sides, mostly out of shock but also because he doesn't want to get any of jason's blood on your body. "sweetheart are you okay?" he asks after a few seconds of silence and feel you nod against his chest where he feels a little wetness on his shirt.
"i'm okay yeah, are you okay?" you pull away from the hug and wipe your tears with the back of your hand, tears you didn't even know spilled and eddie gently grabs your wrist.
"show me your arm. where he grabbed you, show me your arm.. please" he says completely blowing off the fact that you're still standing in a hallway full of people, people who are calling the ambulance and some the police.
"not here but i promise i'm fine, i'm fine baby i'm okay.." you tell him and place your hands on his cheeks, bringing him down to give him a kiss. "and it's all thanks to you"
he chuckles against your lips, deepening the kiss, unbothered by the people calling out his name and the sound of the incoming police sirens. "yeah well.. he had it coming." he pulls away enough to stare into your eyes, "besides, nobody calls my girl a whore except for me"
you laugh and lightly smack his chest but your laughter comes to an end when you see two police officers coming up from behind him. "eddie.."
"edward munson, you're under arrest for the assault of jason carver. you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in court. you have the right to hire an attorney, if you can't afford an attorney one will be provided for you. do you understand the rights i just read to you and with these rights in mind, do you wish to speak?" one of the officers say as the other grabs eddie's bloody hands and put them in handcuffs behind his back.
"handcuffs? didn't know you guys were kinky like that. what's next? you'll gag me? spank my ass and call me a bad boy?" he jokes as he remains carelessly nonchalant about the entire situation, it isn't his first time being arrested and it isn't going to be his last so he might as well have fun with it. "just so you know, i'm into all of that." he makes eye contact with you when he says that, winking your way before he walks out of the school property with a smug proud sway in his hips less like he's about to go into a police station and more like he's about to go on stage to give the performance of his life.
he has no regret of what he's done and he wants everybody to know that.
The day Eddie finally asked you to be his girlfriend he gave you his pick necklace like immediately right when you said yes he gave you it. Over time he started giving you his accessories and clothes. His loves making it know that you are his.
A/n:This is purely self-indulgent bc I needed some comfort lolz, also major vent post and its kinda personal bc this is actual stuff from my own vents lol, but I just needed to write Eddie comfort and ik there’s some plus sized ppl who feel the same<3
Warnings: degrading language(not the fun kind), insecurity, reader calls themselves names in their diary, negative self-talk,reader willing gets into a toxic arrangement, fluff…so much fluff, best friends to lovers, small angst but its hurt/comfort, small mentions of violence, Eddie just wants to harm the ppl that hurt you.
Summary: Eddie reads ur diary and need to show just how fucking wrong u are abt yourself.
Eddie had been in your room countless times, though this time, he was on a fucking mission. He had managed to convince you to go downstairs alone to grab some drinks, and he prayed it kept you occupied long enough for him to snoop.
You had been down the past few days and he needed to know why, unfortunately for him, you kept your mouth shut on your feelings, opting to change the subject every time he asked. Luckily for him though, you wrote down everything in a small blue notebook. Eddie grabbed the notebook out of its hiding place, flipping through its pages, he knew this was an invasion of privacy but damn it he was worried, sue him.
He stopped, finally coming to the most recent page, which had everything he needed to know.
September 19, 1987.
So, I went back to him…and I know what your thinking “why would you go back to someone who uses you?!”
Eddie already knew who and what you were talking about, had spent countless nights staying up with you as you sobbed into his shoulder about the boy who would never return your feelings and played you consistently. And spent countless nights fighting the urge to grab a fucking bat to go kill the son of a bitch. But he reads on.
Well, I’ll tell you, it’s because its what I think I deserve. I’ve kinda accepted my fate to the “fuckable but not datable” Role of my life. After all no one wants a fat ugly whore hanging off their arm.
God- Eddie wanted to both punch and hug you, you were absolutely perfect and beautiful, words couldn’t describe how much he wanted you. How much he wanted you hanging off his arm, contrary to your belief- you weren’t ugly, sure you were bigger than all the other girls, but that just meant more to love! He wanted to worship every part of your body. To show you off, show all the fuckers who said those nasty things to you what they were missing. And for fucks sake, you saw yourself as a whore?! You barely slept with anyone, and the people you did sleep with you had known for years!
I just- I just want someone to actually care, want someone to tell me they love me and mean it.
Eddie loved you, He loved you so fucking much even he, himself couldn’t believe it. He looked at you with so much adoration and love it was unbelievable how oblivious you were to him.
Nobody wants a nerd, no one wants a plus sized- or well fat, Plus size is only for the pretty ones, that of which I am not. Also no one wants baggage, or someone who’s clingy if they say they do they’re lying. Or i would have someone, pretty sure no one in this school would touch me with a 10ft pole. Lol jealous of the people who are wanted.
The entry ends and Eddie wants to cry, he hated the fact you talked about yourself like that. He wanted everything about you, he was fucking crazy over you. He wished he could make you see yourself the way he saw you. Because fuck- you were a goddess to him. He worships the fucking ground you walk on. He wanted to take you out on sappy dates, and treat you the way you deserve to be treated. Not the way you’ve been treated by your exes, he hated how they treated you like a fucking toy.
Eddie heard your heavy footsteps bounding up the stairs, he didn’t bother putting your diary away. He was going to shoot his fucking shot because damn it if that’s how you’ve been feeling he wanted to show you how fucking wrong you were.
“Okay I finally got- Eds…what the fuck?!” You almost dropped the two cans, seeing your best friend with your diary. It’s obvious he had read it, so fucking obvious in the way he was staring at you.
Eddie didn’t say anything as he gently closed the notebook. Didn’t say anything as he slowly got up from your bed. You thought he was going to run out, tell you everything you had thought was true, that this was the end to your friendship with Eddie. Instead, he crossed the room, walking towards you and before you knew it he was pulling you into a bone crushing hug.
“E-Eddie?!” You squeaked, arms hanging loosely at your sides. “God- your so fucking stupid you know that?! You talk so fucking negatively about yourself, while your oblivious to the way I look at you!” You were stunned, you couldn’t tell if he was comforting you or not.
But he continued, “you’re so fucking beautiful, and pretty and so fucking amazing, I want you to be the one hanging off my arm. Fuck- sweetheart I want everything about you.” Your face fell, more than it already could. You had heard that phrase so many times, and it only landed you being stranded in your sheets.
“Eddie- c’mon don’t play like that.” You murmured, even with the way he was hugging you, you couldn’t believe someone could ever want you outside of sex. “I’m not fucking playing!” He pulled back from you, a firm grip on your shoulders, he wanted to shake you until you realized he was telling the truth. “Sweetheart, I love you genuinely, every time- every single fucking time, you mention someone hurt you, or someone used you. I’ve had to fight the urge to kill a motherfucker for making you think like that.”
Tears slowly well up in your eyes. You knew Eddie, he didn’t joke about that kind of shit. Not after what happened last year. “Sweetheart-“ Eddie wiped your tears, “you don’t know how much I love you, I worship the fucking ground you walk on, I’ve written stupid love songs about how much I want you.” His eyes are locked on yours, letting you know just how serious he is about this. “You literally consume my every thought, all I think about is what your doing, what you feel, The way you laugh, the way you smile-“ Eddie hugged you once again. “God if I knew that’s what you were feeling I would’ve told you this ages ago, but…I’m absolutely crazy about you.”
And with that he kissed you, it was slow, passionate, letting you know just how much he meant every word. Every-time you tried to make it heated, tried to deepen the kiss he would pull away. He wasn’t gonna let your stupid insecurities and thoughts ruin the image you have of him.
Falling Slowly; Sing Your Melody (I’ll Sing It Loud)
Buck didn’t like him at first.
Eddie Diaz was all hard lines and strict rules with a bone structure that could cut through glass and scared away his fans. Which... if you asked Bobby, was the point but still!
He also yelled at Buck which was fine. It’s not like it hurt his feelings.
It didn’t.
It didn’t, Maddie!
It also definitely didn’t turn Buck on either. Nope.
Stop it, Maddie!
After a traumatizing home invasion, Bobby Nash decides to hire a bodyguard for his lead singer.
