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No blaring guitar. No Black Sabbath cassette rattling the speakers. Just the soft gurgles of your three-month-old son as he kicked his tiny feet from his bouncy seat in the bathroom.
His little curls were still damp with milk, and his big brown eyes followed every movement his father made.
Eddie stood in front of the baby bathtub like he was about to disarm a bomb.
āā¦Sweetheart?ā
You leaned against the bathroom door, hiding a smile.
āYeah?ā
āIāve fought demobats.ā
āI know.ā
āIāve been chased through the Upside Down.ā
āYou have.ā
He looked at the tiny plastic tub filled with warm water.
āā¦This is somehow scarier.ā
You burst into laughter.
āEddie.ā
āIām serious!ā he whispered dramatically. āHeās soā¦ tiny.ā
Ozzy let out a squeaky giggle as if he completely disagreed.
You walked over and squeezed Eddieās arm.
āYouāve got this.ā
He looked down at your son.
āRight, Ozzy?ā
Ozzy answered by grabbing one of Eddieās rings with surprising strength.
āOh! Dude, youāve got a grip!ā
āø»
A few minutes laterā¦
Eddie carefully undressed Ozzy, treating him like he was made of crystal.
āThere we goā¦ā
Tiny belly.
Tiny toes.
Tiny little tummy that made him squeal when Eddie accidentally kissed it.
āOh no.ā
You smiled.
āWhat?ā
āIāve discovered his weakness.ā
āKisses?ā
āKisses.ā
Eddie attacked the babyās stomach with exaggerated kisses.
āMwah! Mwah! Mwah!ā
Ozzy exploded into the happiest baby giggles either of you had ever heard.
āThere it is!ā Eddie laughed. āThatās my favorite sound in the universe.ā
Your heart nearly melted.
āø»
āOkayā¦ā
Eddie took a deep breath.
āInto the water.ā
Veryā¦
Veryā¦
Very slowlyā¦
Ozzyās little feet touched the warm bath.
He blinked.
Looked confused.
Thenā
He kicked.
Water splashed directly into Eddieās face.
Silence.
You bit your lip.
Eddie slowly wiped water from his eyes.
āā¦Did my own son just attack me?ā
Ozzy squealed.
Another kick.
Splash.
āOh, youāre laughing?ā
More splashing.
āYou think this is funny?ā
Ozzy answered with the biggest gummy smile imaginable.
āā¦Heās definitely my kid.ā
āø»
Soon Eddie relaxed.
One hand supported Ozzyās tiny head while the other gently washed his hair with the smallest amount of baby shampoo.
He spoke softly the entire time.
āSoā¦ā
Tiny rinse.
āOne dayā¦ā
Tiny splash.
āIām gonna teach you guitar.ā
Another rinse.
āNot until your mom says youāre old enough.ā
You raised an eyebrow.
āOh?ā
āOkayā¦ maybe our rules.ā
You laughed.
āOur rules.ā
āAnd if anyone ever makes fun of youā¦ā
His smile softened.
āā¦they answer to me.ā
You looked at him.
The joking disappeared from his face.
He meant every word.
āø»
Ozzy reached toward Eddieās wet hair.
Tiny fingers wrapped around one messy curl.
āOw!ā
You laughed.
āHe likes your hair.ā
āHe inherited your good looks and my excellent taste.ā
āIn what?ā
āHair.ā
āø»
Bath time ended with a fluffy dinosaur towel.
Ozzy was wrapped up like the tiniest burrito in Hawkins.
Eddie held him against his chest.
His metal band T-shirt was soaked.
His jeans had wet spots everywhere.
There was shampoo in his hair.
The bathroom floor looked like a lake.
But Eddie couldnāt stop smiling.
Ozzy yawned.
Then rested his tiny head beneath Eddieās chin.
The little boy was asleep in less than thirty seconds.
Eddie barely whispered.
āā¦Hey.ā
You stepped closer.
āYeah?ā
āI didnāt think I could love someone this much.ā
You rested your head on his shoulder.
āYou already loved him.ā
āI know.ā
He looked down at the sleeping baby.
āBut every dayā¦ā
His voice cracked just a little.
āā¦it somehow gets bigger.ā
You slipped your hand into his.
āYou knowā¦ā
You smiled.
āFor someone who was terrified of bath timeā¦ā
āI was.ā
āā¦you were kind of amazing.ā
Eddie grinned proudly.
āWellā¦ā
He kissed the top of Ozzyās tiny head.
āIām Ozzy Munsonās dad.ā
He looked at his sleeping son with tears threatening to spill from his eyes.
āAnd thatās the coolest title Iāve ever had.ā
Summary: Eddieās fans donāt like you, his girlfriend, and heās had enough.
Pairing/WC/tags: actor!Eddie x actress!reader / 1,128 / fluff and romance, established relationships, dating, Eddie being a sweetheart
A/N: for day 11 of AU-gust @thepromptfoundry āactors behind the scenes
Everyone had warned him about you.
They told Eddie to stay away. That you were that kind of actress, that everything about you was carefully crafted for the cameras. They told him about your dating history, about how you supposedly couldnāt keep a relationship alive for longer than a few months.
They told him youād break his heart. Youād do to him what you had done to every guy before him.
But then Eddie met you.
It was at an awards ceremony afterparty, one of those industry events where everyone was pretending not to care who was in the room and the drugs were flowing. Eddie had expected exactly what everyone described, some untouchable Hollywood star who knew exactly how beautiful she was.
Instead, he found you sitting on the floor in the corner, laughing with someone about something stupid, shoes kicked off because they were hurting your feet.
You were justā¦ you.
Eddie couldnāt understand how everyone had gotten it so wrong. You were kind. You were funny. Warm in a way that didnāt feel rehearsed.
You werenāt the woman the magazines had painted you out to be. You were just a girl who happened to be famous.
Eddie liked that. He liked it a lot.
It didnāt take long for him to ask you out. You looked at him like you couldnāt believe he was asking, then smiled softly and said yes. Eddie swore, in the best way possible, that that smile was going to kill him.
For your first date, he took you somewhere small. A little family-owned theatre tucked away from the busy streets of Los Angeles. Somewhere heād gone before he was famous, before people knew his name, to watch old films and forget about the outside world.
The date was perfect, ending with your hand in his, no flashy lights or annoying paparazzi. It was no surprise when there was a second date, then a third, and a fourth, and suddenly Eddie was picking you up after filming, and you were sitting in his trailer stealing his snacks, and he was learning exactly how you liked your coffee.
It didnāt take long for him to make things official.
Eventually, people, and the internet, noticed.
They noticed you showing up to his premieres, sitting proudly beside him. Eddie started appearing at your events, standing in the background with a smile on his face whenever you walked the red carpet.
They sa the way he looked at you, and the press did what the press always did. They tried to ruin something good.
They dug through your past, talked to family that you had cut off for good reason, twisted conversations and moments that were private into top news stories. The public began to wonder, to speculate how the relationship had even begun. Online, people took bets that he would leave you by Christmas.
They were cruel, and eventually, you started wondering when Eddie would get tired. The idea that he could stop loving you the way he had been for nearly a year made you a little sick. It wasnāt founded though, Eddie never wavered.
He didnāt hesitate or start looking at you differently. If anything, he held on tighter. He stood beside you through every headline, every rumor, every cruel comment. It was as if loving you was the easiest decision heād ever made.
āEddieā¦ā Your voice is quiet as you sit beside him in the car.
The beach trip had been a disaster.
You had barely made it onto the sand before photographers spotted you. The two of you had been surrounded, forced to leave as people shouted questions and cameras flashed. Now the beach sits behind you, abandoned and quiet as Eddie drives you back to his place. You stare out the window.
āYou donāt deserve this, Edās.ā
He glances at you before looking back at the road. His fingers flex on the steering wheel. āBaby.ā
āI mean it. I donāt know ifā¦Everyone keeps saying Iām the problem and maybe theyāre right.ā You swallow. āAnd you donāt deserve that. Your career has taken off and I donāt wanna drag you down.ā
āYou breaking up with me?ā Eddie frowns.
āNo,ā you reply, shaking your head. āIām justā¦ā
āStop,ā he interrupts, and you press your lips together. āJust- baby, whatcha doing?ā He reaches over, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips. āYouāre my girl. Fuck those assholes that wanna say shit.ā
He raises your hand, and presses a kiss against your knuckles. Your eyes sting as you watch.
āYouāre amazing.ā
āAll you, baby.ā
Eddie pulls the car into the hotel parking lot at his reserved spot, and you raise your hood in case thereās a straggler photographer. When he doesnāt move, your brows knit. āYou ready?ā
āYeah, yeah I- give me a minute?ā
āAlright,ā you donāt second guess him, cracking open the car door. āIāll meet you upstairs.ā
He grins at you as you get out and watches you walk inside. Itās only when the electric sliding doors of the hotel close behind you that he reaches for his phone. He adjusts his hair, propping up the device on his dash as he moves to Instagram. Taking a deep breath, he starts a live stream.
āHey guys!ā Eddie beams, making his smile wide. āEdās here. Just thought Iād touch base while on vacation. You guys shouldāve seen todayās waves.ā
It only takes a few minutes for several hundred viewers to become several thousand, and Eddie yaps for a bit, letting them all join. Everyone needs to hear this.
āAnyways, before I go, I just wanted to make an announcement of sorts,ā he chuckles before his expression loses its friendly demeanor. āMy girl, is my girl. A lot of you seem to have a problem with that, harassing her online and even in person. Not cool, man. If you have an issue with her, and you want to still call a fan? You better keep that shit to yourself,ā Eddie takes a deep breath. āOr I will go so off grid the upcoming press tour wonāt even have my face.ā
He waits, letting the depth of his words sink in. The comments underneath the video are blowing up, plead after plead for him to not cancel appearing in his newest movies press tour. He canāt help the slightly wicked grin this pulls from him.
āAlright,ā Eddie hums. āSeems like you all get the picture. Edās out!ā
He turns off the video without preamble, slipping the phone into his pocket. Shutting the rental door, Eddie practically skips inside, swiping his key card to your shared room. Youāre on him in an instant.
āWhat did you do?ā You nearly hiss. āEddie, you canāt do stuff like that. Theyāll hate you.ā
He rolls his eyes, placing his hands on your hips. āYou think I care?ā
āI- well you should,ā you retort. āThose fans are what keep you in business. Relevant!ā
āThatās all fluff, babe,ā Eddie soothes, his hands coming up to your arms. āYouāre whatās important. The internet can literally go suck one.ā
You canāt help it, your face splits into a little grin. āYouāre an idiot.ā
āAnd youāre my girl.ā He hums, dipping his chin to kiss you. You melt into it, into him, and even though his live might have some negative repercussions, youāre sure the both of you can handle it.
Thoughts on eddie who has a gf thats got an oral fixation. Shes always got a lollipop or a pen or something shes playing with drives him genuinley insane espically when its a club night and shes gone through 2 lollipops already and the session is only an hour in.
Eddie x oral fixation! reader
I thoroughly believe Eddie goes insane in the best way possible.
Because of your fixation, he makes sure to bring you lollipops every time he sees you. Depending on the mood, he'll admit when he's been watching you toy with it in your mouth.
He doesn't really have to say anything, if we're being honest. He makes it obvious.
"Quit watching me, you pervert." You tease with him.
"My apologies. Just wondering when you'll do me like that." He smirks.
His smirk drops from his face when you pull out another lollipop.
"You- you just started the first one a few minutes ago!"
"This one's almost done!" You laugh.
Blood rushes straight to his cock. He's spent an hour wishing he was in the candy's place.
"I wanna go home." He deadpans.
"Absolutely not, Eddie. We've been stalling on a night out for ages!" Then, it hits you. He's holding his crotch, looking at you with guiltily innocent eyes.
"Are you horny?"
"Jesus! I mean- maybe? I'm sorry-"
You finish up your pop and shove the unopened one in your pocket.
"Come on, Eddie." You grab his jacket.
"Wh- where are we going?"
"To get you what you've been wanting."
You never thought you'd be giving head in the bathroom of a club stallādespite it practically being club culture for some.
You're on your knees for him, pretty eyes refusing to break eye contact with him.
Eddie's ringed hands clutch on the walls, gripping them as if they're a handle.
His cock is in your mouth completely, his tip hitting the back of your throat. Your swirl your tongue around him, and he lets out a cry.
"Jesus, babe!"
Poor, sweet Eddie doesn't want to disrespect you by grabbing your head, but he doesn't know what else to do with his hands. He needs leverage, something. Especially when you tighten the suction you give him.
"Oh, shit!"
He grabs your head, mind blown into a haze from your mouth fucking. He looks down, and fuck you're so pretty.
"B- baby-"
Just as the salt of him touches your tongue, you pull your mouth from him to stroke him through his orgasm, letting him cum on your cleavage.
Eddie's knees buckle, but he keeps himself upright. He wipes the sweat from his forehead.
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AN: in part one of Wild Thing, we established that WTās saliva has special effects
Warnings: non-explicit sex, spit, Eddie is scared to hibernate
āFangs, letās go to the ocean,ā Eddie suggests, right after showing you The Blue Lagoon. Steve was the one whoād recommended the movie, a plan to lure you toward the water before the hibernation,Ā as Dustin swore was coming, actually hits.
āBoat?ā You tilt your head.
āNah, weāll drive. Pack the demobats up, make it a road trip.ā Eddie can only hope this works, and that the van survives the trip.
āWhat I can hunt?ā Youāre puzzled. The Blue Lagoon isnāt exactly a vampireās paradise.
āCrocodiles. You can eat crocs, darling.ā
āI donāt want to eat crocs.ā You flash your fangs in a scowl.Ā
āYou don't know that, you havenāt even tried! And if you eat your crocodile, you get dessert.ā Eddie gestures vaguely at his crotch, could mean his cock, could mean his blood, taken from the inner thigh. With you, itās always a toss-up.
āMmmā¦ fine.ā You thrill at that and pick out some comics for the road.
The drive is fun. You watch the landscape change, curious, feet up on the dash ā a privilege Eddieās never once extended to anyone else. At the first motel, you slip out to eat and, despite his pleading, hunt down some crackhead instead of behaving.
You come back agitated and feral, blood smeared on your chin.
āWhoah, Wild Thing, whatā¦ā
You cross the room in two strides and pin him to the bed with your strong hips. Eddie lets out a muffled groan when you are kissing him like you want to devour him too.
You tear his shirt, claws leaving red welts on his chest and he arches up into you, intoxicated by the danger.
You fuck him mercilessly, until the flimsy motel bed breaks and then some more. Eddie is completely undone, taken apart, your bodies shudder in waves of intense pleasure together.
At checkout the next morning, nobody so much as blinks at either a broken bed frame or a dead body.
But as the nights get hotter, things start to change. You canāt eat. You spend a whole night folded into a tub of cold water, and on the road youāre buying ice at every gas station just to pour it over yourself. The night after that is a disaster ā you burn like the worst fever of your life. Eddie sinks the rest of his budget into fixing the vanās AC and turns straight home.
After that, it escalates fast. The nest is ready. You settle the demobats inside, cooing them down to sleep, and Eddie starts inventing errands so he doesnāt have to be next.
āI dunno, man. She wants me there.ā
āMaybe just slip out while sheās asleep? Did you even tell her humans donāt hibernate?ā
āI did. She said not to worry. I donāt like the way sheās been looking at me, Dustin.ā
āYou could crash at Wayneāsā¦ā
āDustin!ā
āWhat? Fine, come back tomorrow, watch her sleep. ā
āJust come check on me in the morning, please. Thereās an extra key under the weed pot out back.ā
āEddiiiiieeee.ā The eerie sound drifts out of the nest, making his skin cold. āCome sleep with me.ā
āGotta go, dude,ā Eddie says into the phone, already backing toward the door.
He settles in beside you carefully, arms wrapping around your body. āHappy?ā
You pull him close, nose pressed to his throat where his pulse is going too fast, and he laughs, a little shaky. āYouāre not gonna eat me, right? Thatās still the deal?ā
āNot eat.ā You sound almost offended. āKeep.ā
āKeep. Right. Okay, yeah, I canā¦ I can definitely work with keep.
You kiss him then, slow, and he melts into it the way he always does, moaning barely audible oh, and thatās when you push his jaw down and spill a thick glob of saliva into his mouth. His eyes go wide with surprise and confusion. Then he feels it, that heavenly, sweet, undoing warmth spreading through him. He swallows the bittersweet thickness of it without meaning to, and his whole body goes loose and heavy at once.
āWaitā¦ Fangs, whatā¦ā
āShh.ā You guide his head down onto your chest, stroke the hair back from his face. āSleep now. I keep you safe.ā
The last thing he registers is the ceiling going soft and swimmy, colors bleeding at the edges, your heartbeat slow and loud under his ear, like a bass drum.
Then nothing. Just dark, warm, and you.
The next morning, Dustin comes back, Mike and Lucas in tow as backup. They notice the demobats are gone, the whole place too quiet, and go looking for the key.
āHello? Anybody?ā
Hopperās old cabin looks almost cozy now, string lights, black curtains, all the odds and ends Eddieās dragged in. In the bedroom, the projector still spills tiny colored spots across the ceiling. Under the black gauze canopy, thereās a neat arrangement of multicolored blankets. No sound comes from it.
āIām scared,ā says Mike, keeping his distance.
Lucas approaches carefully and peels back the top layer, then another.
There you lie, tangled up with Eddie, both of you pale and showing no sign of life. The demobats rest curled beside you, peaceful and quiet.
āLet me check. Be ready to grab her.ā Dustin holds out a hand and checks Eddieās pulse. He stays like that for a full minute.
āPulseās slow but steady, strong. Iāll need to bring the monitor. Heās pretty cold, though. You think theyāve got a thermometer?ā
āIāll go look,ā says Mike, looking a little greenish himself.
Dustin checks your pulse too, though he has no idea what your normal temperature or heart rate is even supposed to be.
āHere.ā Mikeās back with a medicine pouch.
Dustin digs through it. āTylenol, iron supplements, bandages, there, an old glass thermometer, mercury and all. Letās check.ā
Lucas leans in and whispers to Mike. āI think heās doomed, poor idiot.ā
āOkayā¦ thatās like eighty-nine, ninety, if I squint.ā
Once they are sure Eddie isnāt actually dead, the party adapted.
Dustin fills in at Hellfire, doing moderately well.
Uncle Wayne takes the news with surprisingly stoic acceptance and builds a wooden livestock pen behind the cabin.
Dustin manages to score an old pulse monitor from Vickie, hooking Eddie up and setting a loud alarm just in case his heart rate dipped too low.
By February, Wayne and Dustin have two rabbits penned up for Wild Thing to feed on, whenever she wakes.
March comes, and one day a loud ring makes Dustin drop his pen and bolt for the phone.
āDude, itās me.ā The voice is raspy, but familiar enough to make Dustin grin wide.
āHow do you feel?ā
āOkay, I guess. A bit stiff. Thanks for the rabbits.ā
āDid she eat them?ā
āNo, sheās playing with them. Says she needs to start slow, got a squirrel instead.ā
āAnd you? Need anything? Iāll come by tonight, was gonna feed the rabbits anyway.ā
āOh, Iām fine, had soup from a can. Wayneās bringing chili.ā
āI missed you.ā
āHellfire on Thursday?ā
āWouldnāt miss it for anything.ā
PS: While writing this I learned that bats share food by regurgitation as a bonding ritual.
recommended blurb to read if you are not familiar What is she doing
Summary: You love it when your boyfriend Eddie fucks you hard and stupid- and you loved nothing more than letting him know just how grateful he makes you for it.
Credit: Thank you to @spacejjunk for the title idea ā¤ļø Dividers by @cafekitsune
āāāāāāāā
āThatās it, baby!ā
The headboard smacks against the wall again, in rhythm with his deep, punishing thrusts as he continues pounding you- face down, ass up into the mattress.
āFuuuuck yeahā¦you love it when I fuck you like this, donāt you?ā
āEddie p-please!ā You whimper, fisting the bed sheets beneath you as his hips slap against your ass- forcing his hard cock to brush against your cervix with every thrust.
āPlease, what? Use your words, sweetheart.ā He tsks, a devilish grin spreading across his face as he looks down where both of your bodies meet- watching himself slide in and out of your drenched cunt.
āH-harder.ā You sob, tears wetting the sheets as your body shook with pleasure. āPlease fuck me harder!ā
āOh, you want it harder?ā Eddie asks, his grip on your hips tightening hard enough to turn his knuckles white. āYou sure you can handle that?ā
You gasp, nodding your head helplessly as the tears keep flowing- choking on desperate sobs and moans.
āI c-can t-take it!ā You cry out āPlease!ā
āAlright.ā Eddie smirks, looking down at his slutty little plaything as you writhed and cried out beneath him. āWhatever you want, gorgeous.ā
Before you have time to react, Eddie leans his body forward- putting all his body weight on you until youāre on your stomach, lying prone on the mattress as he pounds into you at a brutal, punishing pace.
āOh my fucking god!ā You cry out, another onset of hot, thick tears take over you as you sob out in pleasure.
āThat feel good?ā Eddie growls, snapping his hips against you as he drives his hard cock into you as deep as you could take it. āIs that what youāre fucking crying about, sweetheart? Yeah? Fuckingā¦answerā¦me.ā
āYes!ā You squeal āYes, Eddie! Oh fuck yes! Thank you!ā
One of his hands snake up to your neck, wrapping around it as he pulls your head back towards him- lightly squeezing your throat.
āWhat was that, angel?ā Eddie patronizes, his voice hot against your ear āI didnāt quite hear you.ā
āThank you, Eddie. Fuck- thank you!ā
āOh baby, youāre welcome.ā Eddie coos āAnything for my little cocksleeve. My cock hungry whore with such good fucking manners. Right, baby? You keep using those manners for me and Iāll keep giving you this fucking dick just how you fucking like it.ā
āThank you!ā You gasp, your voice hoarse and desperate as he thrusts into you hard enough to jolt you forward. āOh god! Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!ā
āFuck, baby. Such good manners.ā Eddie praises āYou know what you get with manners like those? Hm?ā
āOh fuck, please!ā
āThatās it. Atta girl!ā Eddie chuckles darkly āWith manners like those, you can have anything you fucking want.ā
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"There, darling, now we can have a little chatā¦" His words slithered out like a snake with bared fangs, dripping a disturbing allure like corrosive venom. "All your friends have confessed, but I saved the most special one for last."
You met the silent gazes of your friends ā Carol, Tammy, Jason ā each bearing the weight of their own torment and the anticipation of what was to come.
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idk about you but when I get too warm it kills the horny in me IMMEDIATELY
like the combo of being under sheets in a stuffy room with mine (and sometimes someone else's) body heat and the heat that comes with movement can get Too Much to the point I gotta call time out I can't do this unless I get 20 degrees cooler STAT
and I was thinking about that with Eddie where they've got a rhythm going and it's real good but R cannot keep going and would not be able to O if they did because dammit it's too hot can't breathe need cool air. apologizing when they push him away to kick the blanket away, fanning themselves with their hands on the way to get in front of the open window/fan
I always imagine that Eddie is super understanding for whatever reason reader has to call time during their Sexy Sessions and maybe this isn't the first time it has happened (because he runs hot and the trailer doesn't have good airflow) so he knows some tricks to help like getting them cool water to drink and trying to bring his own body temp down. when it feels like it's no longer 1 bazillion degrees between them, trying again, but this time with a cool damp cloth/towel under reader's neck/back/stomach to delay the heat coming back before they get that O
anon this is very personal to me as someone who is constantly running 5 degrees above everyone else and has had this exact scenario happen to me during sex LMFAO
Eddie would be SO understanding. he'd grab you the ice packs meant for his lunchbox and wrap them in a dishtowel so they're easier on your skin and does, like, the summer version of tucking you in. brings you cold water and a popsicle and aims the fan at the bed and drapes your sweaty frame with cool cloths. settles the ice wraps underneath your neck and low back and wrists, because forever ago he read a manual on heatstroke for this desert campaign he ran and dammit if it doesn't work so well.
just laying side by side naked on the bed with him as you both crunch on lemon icees like Hmm. Well. Since we're both already hot and bothered. Mayhaps a bit of mutual masturbation is in order....? š¤š” and it turns out great bc it bridges the gap between wanting to satisfy the ache and not being able to be on top of each other yet !!
you said that one of the reasons the roommates were able to break through the barriers they had with each other was the winter of double stomach bug, 1 bathroom. not a lot you can hold back from a person after that.
so now I'm thinking about your other eddies and their respective readers and how many of them don't live together (yet) or if they do, it's already a way down the line established relationship. So other than canon-aligned end of the world (because that would make the weird parts of living together seem real small in comparison), what do you think would be the Event or gradual happening that would bring R and their Eddie to a comfortability with being around each other in a living situation like roommates are? Does everybody gotta go through the "in sickness and in health" part or do you think it's little things?
I really hope that made sense actually š the question made so much sense in my brain and then crashed on the way to your inbox. begin resuscitation stat!
no your question totally makes sense and I'm the one who must apologize because if I retcon any of my previously established lore thats on ME
so I think in husky!neighbor!Eddie's case the move happens gradually but pretty smoothly. like you just start bringing more and more of your stuff for sleepovers, to the point where Eddie is willingly and gladly clearing off shelving space in his closet and kitchen for your things. his apartment is bigger, roomier, and plus has Frankie. so there's a natural tendency to hang out with the boys over there, spending a lot of your time after work and before work at Eddie's place so much so that it starts to become yours, too! Eddie def makes the first official ask to see if you want to move in and you're very happy with the idea, but the thought of moving all your stuff over is just so,.... ugh. exhausting. you like living out of Eddie's drawers!! and you drag your feet for a few weeks until one day while you're at work Eddie hires his local Youth Hooligans in pizza to move over all your things. takes care of the heavy lifting and the organization and everything fits together perfectly. and you're overjoyed and burst into happy tears when you see everything in its right place :'') i do think this Eddie wants to eventually move out and take you and Frank closer to Wayne's place but that's further in the timeline.
shy!Reader doesn't put their foot down on much but one thing that is a stark refusal is letting Eddie out of sight and sound after his bat attacks. like. R did not nurse that boy back to health from the literal grave only to give up and go home. home is where Eddie is. home rearranges itself on a cosmic level, ceases to mean anything but Eddie after all those weeks spent healing at the trailer. if Eddie told you to go you'd go in a heartbeat but he starts growling and hissing and sulking like a shelter cat separated from his bonded pair whenever the two of you are apart. and Wayne already considers you part of the family, you sleeping on the couch 7 nights a week is just par for the course. he moves out close by and rents the U-haul for the whole day so your stuff can get added to yours and Eddie's trailer in one clean move.
Description: You're entangled with Eddie Munson, the hottest rockstar of your time. You hope you're his only girl, but you're not so sure.
Genre: Drama | Rating: 18+
Word Count: 2.3K
Author's Note: The condoms in the photo are purely for only aesthetic purposes at this point...
The mattress creaks with the steady force of Eddie's strong thrusts. You're writing in pleasure under him, covered in his sweat as he finishes coaxing you to another countless orgasm before meeting his own.
He collapses beside you, giving you and himself room to breathe. Your body shakes from the exertion you just went through.
"You get better everytime." He releases a strong exhale, and wipes his face.
"When are we recording?" You ask.
"Not until later. You excited?"
"I always am to spend time with you."
Eddie gives you a playful smirk. "In that case, hit me up anytime."
"I will, if you're lucky."
Eddie looks at you like he would do the past few hours with you all over again on the spot.
You arrive to the studio with Eddie, and sit down as soon as you get the chance. Your legs are killing you. And Eddie knows why.
"If we need to postpone, let me know." He smirks.
"Why don't you just fuck off?" You chuckle, waving him away.
From the glimpse over his shoulder, you notice someone that you instantly recognize. Katherine Johnson is one of Eddie's old flings, not to mention one of the most popular artists in the industry right now, just like you are.
"What the fuck, Eddie?"
"She's just here to record the song with us. Just one project and that's it."
"I'm supposed to just put a smile on my face and be happy about something you never fucking told me?"
"Just this once, I promise."
"Hey, Eddie." Katherine greets. "I don't believe I've met your guest in person."
You can't exactly say you're Eddie's girlfriend as a getback. You've only been hooking up with him for some time now.
"Hi." Simply uttering that word took every amount of restraint in you to not say anything smart-mouthed.
"She doesn't talk much, does she?"
"Her singing voice makes up for it." Eddie smiles at you.
"Well, then. Let's get started."
It's only 30 minutes into the session, and everything's already gone to hell.
"The lyrics are going to cause unnecessary drama, how the fuck could you sign me up for this?" You ask Eddie. You're clenching the paper, causing it to wrinkle terribly.
"We have PR that can manage this, honey."
"Fuck PR, all people are going to pay attention to is what they want to see! You knew this, and you didn't say shit!"
"A bit wild, is she Eddie?" Katherine interjects.
"I'm so sick of you and your fucking mouth." You spat, tossing the paper to the side. Before you can even do anything, Eddie's already holding you back.
"You need a break." Eddie says lowly in an attempt to call you down. But your anger is just a shell of hurt. You feel terribly used.
"You always do this shit, Eddie. Nobody's good enough for you so you just hop on to the next one, is that it?"
"You know that's not true."
"Do I?"
"We just need to sit this through this once and I promise, it's all over. Just this once?"
I'm so stupid.
Eddie's voice is soft, but his eyes are softer. It's unfathomable how they're so hypnotic, and can coax you into forgetting your anger every time.
"ā¦Okay. We can finish this."
Eddie's anxious expression changes into a smile. "Good."
Having to sit through singing song about two women fighting over one guy is enough to make anyone go insane. It's even worse that you've both actually slept with him.
You're doing pretty damn good singing the song from the perspective of an angry woman. All the anger that sits inside you is poured into the microphone, and you've never heard yourself sound quite like this before.
Amidst a break in the session as everyone else goes through creative ideas, you sit in silence. You're not sure what to contribute; and quite frankly, you don't care.
"I want you to be apart of this, too." Eddie says, noticing your silence.
"I'm not sure I have much to say."
"Eddie, I can't do this. She's fucking with my money." Katherine scoffs.
"Who's stopping you from quitting?"
"Both of you please, just calm down-" Eddie tries to die down the friction, but it's beginning to look useless.
"There are two people in this business. People who perform under pressure, and people who crack. Clearly your reputation doesn't precede you."
"Yours fits you just right. You're exactly the amount of bitch everyone says you are."
"Hey, that's enough. Apologize." Eddie snaps at you.
"Fuck that, I'm not apologizing to this bitch."
"Get her Eddie, because I swear to God." Kat threatens.
"That's enough out of both of you." Eddie holds you away from her. He sucks in a stressed breath between his teeth, then exhales. "We need to revisit this later. For now, I need a moment with you."
Everyone heads out of the studio, and you feel your anger towards him resurface again.
"How could you ask me to work with her?" You deadpan. You decide to take advantage of the room being soundproof. You feel a wrath within you, and he deserves it righteously.
"My label's just pushing this because we're the big three in the industry right now." Eddie rubs his hands through his curls.
"Why won't you tell her this, too?"
"I don't care what she thinks." He answers quickly.
You scoff, rolling your eyes in disbelief.
"I'm not screwing her, if that's what you think."
"How am I supposed to believe that, Eddie?"
"Trust me."
"I can't, Eddie. Not yet."
His hand cups your cheek, his thumb rubbing it tenderly.
"You know I'd never hurt you, right?"
"It's too late for that."
"Let me make it up to you."
God, you hate yourself. You can never tell him no. When he's around, your body has a mind of its own. As he's leaning closer, you don't even care to fight it. You close the distance, eagerly holding onto his jacket collar.
Light smacks emit from your lips mingling with Eddie's. His hand supports the small of your back, keeping you close to him. You fondle with the zipper of his pants until you pull it down and undo the button.
His eyes widen, especially when you back him up against the wall. He grunts softly from the impact, but you swallow it with a kiss. His hand snakes to your inner thigh, teasing you by gradually sliding up your skirt to go and tug down your panties.
His finger pads rub eagerly at your clit. Your legs nearly give out as your knees buckle. In return, you take his dick out of his pants to stroke him, earning a breathless profanity from him.
"You like that, baby?" You ask him, your eyes half lidded with sadistic pleasure.
"Ye- yes, baby."
"Such a good boy."
You both feel as if your knees will cave in as you desperately masturbate each other, lost in your desires to see who satisfies whom first. Eddie slips his fingers inside of you to collect slick before returning to your clit with teasing circles.
"Fuck me."
"As you wish." Eddie grins. He removes his hand to take you down to the floor. He lifts your shirt to tease you with licks up your stomach. He chuckles under his breath when you gasp from him sucking harshly, leaving behind prominent hickeys.
Eddie sits up and scoots back, grabbing your ankles and pulling you onto his cock inch by inch. Eddie adores the look on your face.
"Missed this, didn't you?" He chuckles. He presses you into missionary position, wasting no time with fucking you deep.
"Ah, Eddie!"
"You're so pretty. Come on baby, take me."
When you think you've gotten used to his rhythm, he retracts completely before slamming into you again. You're thankful no one can hear you, because bringing noises from you no other man ever has.
Your pussy drenches him everytime he fucks into you. He grunts roughly with the force of the thrusts he delivers, keeping steady eye contact with you.
"Look at me when you cum. Don't you dare break eye contact."
"B- but it feels so good!-"
"Good girl, baby. Look at me, just like that."
Your eyes roll to the back of your head just before they squeeze shut. Eddie's hand squeezing your throat flies them back open. His rough demeanor pushes you to your orgasm, his name brokenly leaving your lips.
His wavering breaths fan against your lips when he cums. Your fingers lace in his hair to comfort him. His pretty face is flushed pinkish red.
He gives you a couple of kisses before sighing.
"Let's wrap everything up for today. You're coming with me."
The next studio session with Eddie goes smoother than the last. It would be quite an understatement to say that you and Eddie have been spending a little time together.
However, you can't help the fact that you and Eddie are still sleeping together, yet unofficial. It's a messy spot to be in, but as long as you're next to him, you don't care.
Katherine has been giving you glances. Not hostile, but worried; as if shes seeing a picture of herself.
"I need to step out for a moment. Scott wants to talk. Be right back." Eddie says, kissing your cheek. You watch him walk off with love stricken eyes. Ones that pain Katherine to see.
"Hey. I know we didn't get off on the right foot." She says, holding a hand to her hip.
"What about it?"
"Somewhat, I still feel inclined to look out for you."
"What are you talking about?"
"Eddie's not who you think he is.*
Your heart sinks. You've heard the rumors, but you refuse to believe they're true.
"Eddie and I are just fine."
"He sleeps with women who will help boost his career. You may not think he's capable, but he is. Don't let his sweetness fool you."
"You're wrong. Eddie and I-"
"Have something special?"
Under the effect of Katherine's words, you feel so small.
"He did that to you, didn't he?" You ask her.
She nods. "I'm sorry."
You rub your face, releasing a deep exhale.
"Eddie and Iā¦we're fine. We're going to be fine. You don't have to look out for me, I know what I'm doing."
Katherine looks at you as if she's sorry. She knows Eddie's hold on you is too down the line.
"ā¦Alright."
A couple of weeks later, the project has been deemed a huge success. Topping every major chart every artist could hope to achieve.
Eddie is throwing a party at his mansion to celebrate the major milestone of your career's.
"How's my favorite girl?" Eddie asks you, giving you a quick peck.
"Trying to keep you out of trouble. As good as you look, maybe I should put you in it." He winks.
"Cut it out, Eddie." You blush. "Where's Kat? She worked on the song, too."
"She couldn't make it."
"Oh. Well, I guess it's just us."
Your mind tends to think of the worst possible scenarios at the worst times. You can't help but to feel like you have to ask him this.
"When you stepped out of the studio the other day, where did you go?"
"Wellā¦I helped put in more of a good word for you. Scott would like to work with you on your solo works, whenever you're ready."
"What?! Eddie!-"
"You deserve it. You're incredible."
"Eddie, I don't know what to say!"
"Nothing. Kiss me."
He attempts to swoop you in, but you halt him with your hands to his chest.
"Try to have some decency in front of the guests, would you?"
"Boss me around as much as you'd like. But, at least let me take you to my room."
"Don't get touchy, Eddie." You tease.
"You think so little of me."
You sit onto Eddie's plush bed, waiting for him to close the door behind him.
Once he does, he turns his attention to you. He looks unmistakenly ecstatic, yet bashful.
"You knowā¦I've been meaning to talk to you."
"Aboutā¦what, Eddie?"
He gently takes a seat onto the bed, softly grabbing your hands with his.
"I've been meaning to ask you to be my girl."
Anxiety covers you like a shadow. Kat's words never left your mind, no matter how hard you tried to dissipate them.
"Your girl?"
"Yeah." He smiles softly.
"Eddie-"
"Hm?"
"What happened between you and Katherine?"
"Whoa, where did this come from?"
"She told me something. About you and her. That you use girls for the furthering of your fame. Isā¦is that true?"
"Baby, no. No way. She's lying to you."
"Is she, Eddie? Because the timing seems just right."
"You think I do all this for me?"
"I don't know what to think, Eddie." Your eyes sting with forming tears.
"If you really want to know what happenedā¦what she told you about me was everything she did. She's a higher upāand she needed a 'pity boy'. A story to make herself look good. At one point, I thought she and I were in love. I was wrong. She's jealous becauseā¦because she sees the way I look at you. She'd do anything to ruin that."
You study him. His facial expressions, his body language. His eyes which tell more than anything.
"You're telling the truth."
"I've been true to you the moment I met you, I swear it. If I'm a fool, tell me but- God, every moment I spent with you, I just knew I could trust you."
"You can, Eddie."
"I'm never going to do wrong by you, do you understand me?" He asks, his voice passionately soft.
"I'mā¦I'm not just one of your girls?"
"You're the girl, sweetheart."
You wipe your stray tear. "I'll be your girl, Eddie. Officially."
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Summary: In a world where the first words that soulmates say to each other are displayed like tattoos, what do you do when your particular soulmate's opening line is an unequivocal rejection?
Warnings: a healthy dose of angst (with an eventual happy ending!); enemies to friends to lovers; smut in later chapters (planning this as a slow burn); mentions of past family trauma and personal issues; slightly ludicrous amount of swearing (apparently I am a complete potty mouth!)
A/N: A massive thank you to everyone who liked and commented on the first part of this story, I was really pleased to hear that you all enjoyed the opening!
It's fair to say that this chapter really digs into the "enemies" part of the enemies-friends-lovers dynamic. I'm sorry not sorry for the total douchebag behaviour on display in this chapter, but I wanted to ramp up the delicious tension between our reader and the glorious metalhead she's been paired with before starting any resolution. We'll start to unpick all of the FEELINGS in the next chapter with some split POVs, but for now I hope you enjoy!
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Stumbling back into the bar, you desperately scanned the room for Jen. When you spotted her with Steve at the head of a large table in the corner, you felt your shoulders sag with relief. Then you pasted on the biggest smile you could muster, dug your finger nails into your palms to stop yourself from screaming and headed towards the couple.
Jen squealed when she saw you, dragging you to her side with a bear hug. "Finally chica, I was starting to worry that you'd cut and run out of the bathroom window!"
"Course not Jenny, I'm right here."
"As you should be. Everybody!" she hollered, announcing your name to the wider group assembled around the table. "This gorgeous creature is my very best friend and right-hand woman. Be nice to her, please. Babe, this is everybody, be a sweetheart and say hello."
Your face flushed with embarrassment as the entire table swivelled their heads to look at you. If the ground under your feet had opened up there and then to swallow you whole, you would have called it a miracle. However, in the absence of divine intervention you hid your awkwardness with a hesitant smile and gave the group a shy wave. āUm, hi everybody, nice to meet you allā.
A cute, smiling girl with a dirty blonde bob cut and a fantastically raucous laugh was the first to respond. āOh my god, dingus! Your soulmate has her very own Robin!ā she wheezed, whacking Steve on the arm repeatedly. She then jumped up from the table and ran over to pull you into an unexpected hug. āThatās me, Iām Robin, Steveās platonic with a P better half and long-suffering best friend. Oh man, we really need to sit down at some point and compare notes on these two crazy kids, Iām sure we can swap some great stories!āĀ
You couldnāt help but giggle at her scatter-gun delivery and chaotic manner and you tentatively felt yourself start to relax. āOh, I have plenty of dirt on Jennifer here, which I could definitely be persuaded to share with the right person!ā
After that, the introductions from the rest of the group flowed quickly. You immediately took to Robinās sweet-natured and calm girlfriend Vickie, complimenting her retro Molly Ringwald style. Nancy Wheeler was a slightly tougher sell, her direct tone momentarily intimidating you when she said hello. However, she quickly caught herself and laughingly apologised for slipping into reporter mode without thinking. Her boyfriend Jonathan was refreshingly chilled, although how much of that was his natural personality and how much was down to the very potent weed his other friend Argyle was slipping him was debatable.
All in all, they seemed like a close-knit, friendly group who you could see yourself getting along with. However, as you internally breathed the tiniest sigh of relief at the realisation, circumstances once again conspired to bite you on the backside.
"And last but not least, this sulky doofus here is our very own Eddie Munson," chirped Robin, tugging at the arm of a gangly metalhead who had slunk over to the table.
Turning to look at him, you felt your breath catch in your throat as you recognised the denim battle vest youād rescued earlier. Eddie. The arsehole from the bathroom, the soulmate who had already decided that he loathed you without ever having met you.Ā
Shit.Ā
Without realising that you were awkwardly gawping at him in the manner of a faintly horrified fish, you took in his appearance. And fuck if it didn't make it all the harder for you to ignore all of the pesky soulmate murmurings currently going crazy in your brain.Ā
Eddie Munson was tall and lean without being scrawny. His face, even when scrunched up in a scowl, was just ridiculously pretty. Big brown Bambi eyes were framed by the kind of voluminous eyelashes that any supermodel would kill for. His lips were full, pink and pouty. A wild cloud of curly dark hair framed his features and you could spot the edges of various spidery tattoos inked on different parts of his pale skin. He was dressed like a classic metalhead, his outfit all worn leather, silver jewellery and distressed denim. He was, in all physical respects, exactly your type.Ā
Shit.Ā
Again.Ā
For emphasis.Ā
After a pause that could have been a few seconds or a few hours for all you knew, he abruptly punctured the silence. "Jen, do you know if I've done something to piss off your little friend here or does she stare at everyone like they've just shat in her beer?"
His sarcastic question successfully broke you out of your trance by really irritating you. 'Piss off your little friend?', you seethed in your head. āMore like ripping my damn heart out with that oh-so romantic declaration of love to your dive bar fuck buddy. And now you stand there talking over me like Iām some annoying toddler whoās gotten in your way? You can absolutely go to hell, you patronising dick!ā
Schooling your face with a breath and a shake of your head, you scoffed drily as you tried to think of an excuse for your mad-rabbit-in-headlights impression. "Uh no, sorry, you just look a lot like someone I used to know way back, it threw me for a second".
"That so?" he muttered, glaring at you with a particularly unconvinced look on his face. Over his shoulder, you saw a few of the Hawkins crew look on, completely bemused by what was happening. Meanwhile Jen sat quietly with a raised brow and an inquisitive look that suggested she would definitely be interrogating you about this later.
"Uh huh" you shrugged, trying to remain as nonchalant as possible as you stared back at him.
"Whatever" he sneered, turning on his heel and looking back at the table. "I need a drink. Stevie, you coming?"
You watched the two friends walk off towards the bar before slumping onto a bench at the table. "Wow, that was possibly one of my most awkward and deeply uncool moments ever. And Iāve had a lot of them in my timeā.
Robin patted your shoulder sympathetically. āHey, weird space-out moments happen to the best of us, donāt worry about it,ā she shrugged. āIf it helps, Eddie would normally find the whole episode pretty hilarious, but heās currently stewing in his own bad mood right now. Itās nothing personal.ā
'Oh, but it really is', you thought to yourself bitterly.Ā
"Why's he in such a funk anyway?" Jen asked curiously.
āEh, itāll 100% have something to do with the fact that Chrissy Cunningham is currently at the other end of the bar smooching her douchebag on/off boyfriend Jason Carverā.
The three of you glanced up at the bar, where a picture perfect blonde couple stood giggling quietly and exchanging sweet kisses as they finished their drinks. Given what youād heard this Chrissy woman say in the bathroom earlier, your eyebrows raised almost comically at the sight in puzzlement.Ā
āOK, and?ā Jen probed further, oblivious to your confusion.
Robin huffed dramatically. āUrgh, those two are long-standing but very problematicĀ soulmates. Got their marks during their sophomore year of high school and became the ultimate Hawkins power couple. But after graduation, everything went south. Carver went off to do his sports jock thing at UCLA but made more of a name for himself as a campus Casanova than a future NBA prospect. Chrissy found out all about it and had the chance to get herself the hell away from his cheating ass. In the end though she stood by her man because apparently the money and privilege that comes with the Carver name is enough to ease the pain of realising your soulmate is a total prickā.
āSo where does Van Halenās stroppy clone fit into all this?ā you asked.
On the other side of the table, Nancy snorted into her drink before speaking. āEddie is Chrissyās go-to revenge piece. Thereās never been any love lost between him and Jason, those two canāt stand each other. So when Chrissy found out about Jasonās college āextracurricularsā, she played on Eddieās painfully obvious crush on her to give Jason a taste of his own medicineā.
āYeah, but once the novelty of slumming it with the town āfreakā wore off, she caved and ran right back to Jason,ā Robin scoffed. āAnd now the three of them are stuck in this stupid cycle: Barbie and Ken live in soulmate bliss for a little bit, Carver inevitably gets his dick wet elsewhere and Chrissy remembers Eddie exists for just long enough to have some hot revenge sex and regain her idiot boyfriendās attention. The soulmates reunite, Eddieās screwed over again and the whole sorry story rewinds back to the beginningā.
āSo if Jason and Chrissy are currently loved up at the barā¦?ā Jen began.
āThen Ms Cunningham will be back to ignoring Eddieās lovesick butt until she has another fight with Carver and fancies a bit of rough again,ā Nancy confirmed with a grimace.
āOuch, thatās brutal,ā Jen winced sympathetically.
"It's totally fucked up. But no matter how many times we try to talk to Eddie about it, he won't see sense. He's obsessed with the fair Christine and nothing we can say will convince him that she's just stringing him along as a backup for when shit gets ugly with her real soulmate. But anyway, the boys are on their way back so weād better take a rain check on this chatā.
Sure enough, Steve and Eddie returned carrying drinks and extra bar snacks for the table. While Steve curled himself around Jen once again, Eddie sat on the end of one of the benches the group was using, thankfully as far away from you as possible. The conversation drifted amiably across the table until Argyle decided that you needed some time in the spotlight.
āSooooo Jenās sister from another mister, youāre from England right?ā, he breathed in your direction.Ā
āUm, yeah. London originally. I came over to the States a few years agoā.
āCool! England seems like a pretty awesome place, wouldnāt mind checking it out sometimeā.
At this, Robin perked up and nudged Vickieās arm. āOoh, if you go you should take this one here too! Sheās a total Anglophile, sheās into all of those classic novels about stubborn lords and ballrooms and swooning romance. I know England is up there on her bucket list of places to visit!ā
You laughed at the sight of Robin falling back dramatically onto Vickieās shoulder, her arm flung over her eyes like a Victorian damsel having a conniption. āI wouldnāt want to get your hopes up too much about what England is like. Eligible lords and ladies are pretty scarce, to be honest, as are the fancy ballrooms. At least where I grew up anyway, which was a much more scuzzy part of Londonā.
From the other end of the table, a deep voice suddenly chuckled coldly. āScuzzy, huh? How bad are we talking about, Princess? Houses with less than ten bedrooms and a skeleton serving staff? No room for a swimming pool or a pony?ā
Looking up, you saw the provocation in Eddieās face as he sneered right at you. āOh fucker, someoneās spoiling for a fight todayā. You shrugged and kept your expression as bland as possible. āI mean, the childrenās home I lived in definitely had no room for any animals other than the odd rat or insect infestation, but it did have way more than ten bedrooms, so where would that put me on the poverty scale, do you reckon?ā
Your comment hit exactly as intended as you held Eddieās gaze and briefly saw something that looked a lot like guilt flicker across his face. He recovered quickly however, grunting into his beer and dropping back out of the conversation.Ā
The rest of the table, however, became very invested in finding out more about you. Accepting that they were genuinely just being curious rather than nasty (with the exception of the long-haired grouch in the corner), you answered their questions good-naturedly. āOK, hereās the Cliffās Notes version for you all as itās a pretty boring story. My A+ parents left me outside a church as a baby after apparently deciding they couldnāt be bothered with raising me themselves. I spent my childhood in the care system which was very far from perfect, but was at least a step up from sleeping on the streets. And I have no desire to chase after the aforementioned birth parents now seeing as theyāre the ones who wanted rid of me in the first place.ā
āDamn woman, thatās definitely not a boring story at all!ā replied a wide-eyed Robin. āDare I ask how you ended up Stateside or am I being way to nosy right now?ā
āA little, but Iāll let you off Ms Buckley,ā you grinned at her. āLong story short, I met one of your countrymen at a work thing in London a few years back. I thought he was my Prince Charming and ended up moving with him to New York, but found out too late that he was really just a massive fucking toadā.Ā
āWhat a dickā, you heard Steve murmur nearby.
āMeh, not my first rodeo with shitty partners, unfortunately. Luckily for me in this instance, I met this goddess before the break-up,ā you continued, squeezing Jenās hand. āWhen Mr Not-So-Charming left me in the lurch back in the city, she helped me pick myself up and relocate to Indy which has been a million times better in the main. So yeah, cheers to Jen quite franklyā.
A raucous shout of ācheersā was flung in Jenās direction from the group as drinks were finished and the table took in your words. Once again, however, the night wasnāt quite done with messing you around.Ā
Having remained silent since his previous comment and resolutely focused on drinking more than was a sensible idea, Eddie let out an amused snort.Ā
āSomething on your mind, Edward?ā asked Jen, eyes narrowed in obvious irritation.Ā
āNo no, just thinking about your friendās story is all,ā he replied, slurring slightly.Ā
āEddieā¦ā, Nancy interjected, sensing her friendās mood was not a sober one and that trouble was brewing.
āWhat?! Iām not trying to cause trouble or anything, I swear. Itās justā¦ shit, Princess, are you chalking up all of these abandonments and awful relationships to bad luck or do you reckon the common problem in all of them could actually be you?ā
Your eyes met his across the table as the arsehole actually giggled to himself like a drunk high-school mean girl. As admonishments started to flow from the rest of the table, you stayed silent. Internally, you were possibly the most livid you had ever been with another person, but you refused to let this man know just how much he had hurt you during this car crash of an evening.Ā
Downing the rest of your drink, you finally answered him. āI guess I havenāt thought of myself as the problem up until now, no. We all prefer to be the righteous innocent rather than the villain in our own stories, donāt we? But, on reflection, itās perfectly possible that I may be and have always been such a colossal arsehole than no one wants to be anywhere near me, starting from the day that I was fucking bornā.
If your previous answer to him about the childrenās home had made him feel a bit guilty, this one had the effect of sobering him up very quickly as he realised just how far heād taken the insult. āI didnāt meanā¦ā he started.
āSave itā, you interrupted quickly. āI really donāt give a fuckā. Standing up from the bench, you gave Jenās hand another quick squeeze and made to leave. āThanks all for the interesting night, but Iām doneā. As Jen started to get up as well, you shook your head. āDonāt. I know youāre staying with Steve tonight, finish your evening and have fun. Iāll call a cab and text you in the morning. See you guys aroundā. And with that, you picked up your stuff and walked out of the bar, leaving a shell-shocked table in your midst.Ā
