SHOP TIL YOU DROP (eazy-e x reader fanfiction)
Warnings: scantily clad talking, not proofread, possibly inaccurate Eazy, kissing, partial nudity
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You would usually expect a man like Eric “Eazy-E” Wright to hate shopping… His misogynistic lyrics, the way he talks, the way he dressed, the way he would be horribly offended if anyone would insinuate the possibility of him ever being a gay man… But he didn't.
“Why is that?” You may ask, well, there are two reasons behind that.
As a young man, still hustling on the harsh streets of Compton, California, things were his currency. Corduroy pants, gold chains, real fur coats, real leather coats, cars, stacks of physical cash, watches… and he knew what was hot, too.
Behind that baseball cap, the dark sunglasses, and his full and healthy head of jheri-curled hair, he was an “icon” within his own community.
Men often took glances at him when he was shopping, trying to find what he was buying so that they could look more like him. Men would ask around, see what kinds of women came with him, and even emulate his behaviors.
This didn't phase him, though. After all, he never said that the word “bitch” exclusively referred to women. That is what he would call those kinds of men, “cowards” he would say, “those dumb n__gas would jump off a bridge if I said that I took my morning shower in the ocean underneath.”
Eazy liked shopping, he really did. You don't have to be feminine to like it. He liked getting a new shirt or jacket and then going to the food court or simply people-watching. He liked how he could escape from his own life through projecting himself onto people he wasn't ever going to talk to.
He met [Y/N] at an afterparty, specifically for the VMAs. She was wearing this strapless gown that draped her body so perfectly that he almost fell in love on the spot. Her eyes were magnetic, as she sat at one of the circular tables of the award show, her gaze was definitely felt across the entire room.
It didn't mean anything to him at first, the late night talks on the phone paired with a “friends with benefits” mindset. Yet, he’d still feel bitter when he would hear her talking about the dates she would go on, he'd still get a little nervous every time they would speak, he still blushed every time she kissed him first… it felt like he was a teenager again. A young guy with a crush. It felt gross.
Now, he was at some high-end mall in Calabasas with her, three Nordstrom bags in his left hand and two Bloomingdale’s bags in his right. He was walking ahead of [Y/N], who seemed to be tired already from the shopping they’ve been doing.
“Eric, slow down! I can't believe your little legs can move so fast…”
He raised a brow and smirked, “I told you not to wear them heels!”
As [Y/N] struggled to keep up with Eazy, Eazy led them into yet another store. She was breathing heavily and eventually walked up behind him.
“No wonder you're not dead yet, you move like lightning!”
She leaned her forehead on the back of his shoulder blade.
She didn't start really looking around until she stopped walking, they were in a jewelry store at an expensive kiosk.
She noticed the earrings, the bracelets, the necklaces and chokers, the brooches and sweater clips… It was definitely all high-end. It reminded her of the pieces that she and her fellow executives would have to sift through while choosing pieces for a specific scene.
Yet, it wasn't costume jewelry.
It was real.
She gently grabbed his hand, his scarred and (reasonably) tough hand held hers almost automatically. It was subconscious.
The sales associate had already started talking to him, but you kind of blocked it out until now.
“...and this is what we call ‘the Fireball’, a beautiful ring that can be extracted”, she demonstrated the process for the both of us as I finally regained my awareness, “and turned into these gorgeous earrings.”
The earrings were red like a bright stop light. You could see the intricacies of the stone, the purity of it. It's amazing that a stone even existed in a mall like this one, it should be on a model or a public figure of some sort.
But Eazy wasn't impressed. “I want something that matches my girl’s aura…”
Ah, right, Eazy and [Y/N] had been dating for over a year. When he first locked eyes with her, he knew she was the one he wanted. Cheesy, right? Well, for anyone who is curious, he had still used his wandering hands and eyes… yet, the guilt that came afterwards was basically debilitating. He wanted to die and not in a hyperbolic way.
“My woman deserves the best, not just materialistic bull… isn't that right, darlin’?”
That accent always made a pleasurable shiver shoot up her spine.
“Of course, baby… I trust your taste.”
He smiled at her, his teeth slightly showing through his full lips. He turned back towards the sales associate and he continued browsing for a piece of jewelry he felt really connected with the woman he cared about.
The sales associate put the earrings back and smiled. She looked around and another piece caught her eye.
“What do you think about this bracelet, sir?”
Eazy looked a little closer…it was a glittering tennis bracelet. The rose quartz and diamonds under the light made the bracelet sparkle, you could see the tiny twinkles of light when the sales associate picked it up.
His eyes behind his sunglasses didn't look impressed, not yet at least.
“This bracelet came to us from Italy, a vintage piece from a retiring jeweler’s last collection. ‘The North Star’ is its name. It actually comes in a set if you two are interested in seeing it.”
He nodded, still holding [Y/N]’s hand.
The sales associate showed them to a small room. It was a room without windows. The room didn't need them because the chandelier above lit the room quite well. The room was tastefully decorated with real animal fur on the floor as a rug, a brown marble table that looked like a mixture of tans and warm browns, light blue accents, and artwork easily worth thousands of dollars.
Eazy wasn't surprised with the luxuriousness of the room… it was like he expected the luxurious. He calmly made sure that his girl was comfortable before he sat down in the plush leather armchair next to her. When he did sit down, he immediately reached for her hand and gently held it like it was his lifeline. The other sales associates took their bags for them so that they could focus on the jewelry being shown.
[Y/N] looked over to Eazy, who was already admiring her.
“Eric, it feels like you can shop better than I can..” She joked, chuckling softly.
He blushed a bit behind his glasses.
“Well I wanted to make sure that my darlin’ was gettin’ what she deserved. The best of the best. If I’m gonna stick wit one woman, I want to pour all o’ my energy into her..”
He said, grazing his thumb over her knuckles.
“It doesn't need to be perfect, Eric.”
He scoffed.
“For my baby? My darlin’? I will shop until I muthaphukkin drop in this bitch… Perfect may not even cut it.”
He had a fake scowl on his face, but when she turned his head towards her and kissed his full lips, the scowl melted into a lovesick smile. She tasted sweet. Maybe it was the french toast she had this morning or simply her personality, sickeningly sweet.
His heart beat a mile a minute. It was like she no pumped him with fuel every time she called him “handsome”. He never thought a relationship would actually be and feel like it was a movie…well, one where the leads actually like each other.
When they parted from the kiss, Eazy felt fuzzy…not in a diseased type of way but almost like he was tipsy.
The sales associate came into the room with this cart filled with hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of designer jewelry.
“Alright…” she began, “Mr and Mrs Wright..”
Mister and Missus??
“These are some handpicked pieces from the Winter collection of 1989, would you like to be shown the collection as a whole or piece by piece?”
Eazy looked over to [Y/N], “what do you want to do, baby?”
She decided to see the collections first.
The sales associate nodded and smiled, they reached into the cart and pulled out an intricate display.
Gold bangles with rubies imbedded in them, necklaces that looked like the stars were plucked out of the sky and placed into a piece of jewelry, rings so bright that Eazy could still see the glare through his sunglasses…
One piece particularly caught his eye.
A ring.
Not necessarily an engagement ring, though. It was a ring with a ruby as red as blood. It looked like the color was swirling with shimmer and glitter.
The detailing around the band was ornate. Rose motifs with thorns, leaves from bushes, and even a skull or two. It was gothic, it was dramatic, and yet it couldn’t have fit [Y/N] better.
Eazy couldn't take his eyes off of it.
“That's a badass ring…”
The sales associate’s eyes lit up, knowing they finally had a potential sale.
“Y-Yes! This is from our ‘Roses are Red’ collection from Winter, 1989! This collection is considered almost criminally underrated; it was almost discontinued until it appeared on Gucci’s runway almost seven years later.”
Eazy scanned it over again.
“Do you have any other pieces from this collection?”
The sales associate grinned.
“Fortunately, we do! We’re one of the only retailers that still carry it.”
The sales associate dashed to the back to find the rest of the collection and Eazy leaned back in the leather armchair. He was looking at [Y/N] once more, but this time he was visualizing her with that ring on.
Ruthless.
That's what it represented for him, their union as business partners and romantic ones as well. It represented his loyalty to her and her love and care towards him. He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed her knuckles.
“Fucking gorgeous, sometimes it pisses me off that you don't even notice it.”
[Y/N] raised a brow, it was quite odd for him to say something like that out of the blue.
“What do you mean, E?”
He chuckled and kissed her hand again.
“You just sit there and you don't even need to speak…and yet I’m obsessed. I crave you more than I crave air or water. I see why these rich motherfuckers wanted you all to themselves…”
He continued, but this time he picked up the ring and put it on her finger.
“You think that those directors, businessmen, musicians, and whoever else wanted you just because you're smart? Nah. You're addicting, babygirl.”
He leaned in and whispered into her ear.
“And when we get back home, I’ll show you how much I adore you…”
He kissed her jaw slowly, like he wanted to sink his teeth into her skin.
“Until then, we’ll shop ‘til we drop…”
—
They left the store with a beautiful set of jewelry valued at over $70k.
Next, Eazy wanted to look at some clothes for himself.
They walked into a clothing store made for men, [Y/N] walked through with him, giving input on the decisions he wanted to make.
“You need some better jeans…”
“That color looks great with your skin tone…”
“You already have three of those…”
And Eazy listened.
After around 20 minutes of browsing, Eazy snuck [Y/N] into the changing room with him.
The changing rooms were luxurious and big, it had an LED mirror paired with dim and quite warm lighting. It made him look as if he was glowing, and he was.
He locked the door behind him and [Y/N] sat on the plush stool.
He began taking off his layers. His bulletproof vest, his Dickies polo, and then his under shirts… (how he could withstand all of that in the California heat, no one knows). He handed [Y/N] his firearm and kissed her cheek.
As he was deciding which shirt to try on, [Y/N] admired him just like she was admired by him.
His muscles weren't shown to the public often, but [Y/N] knew to not take them for granted.
“Built like a tank, yet hard to hit…” is how Cube described it, and he was completely right. His shoulders were broad and sculpted, his waist was slender and lean in comparison. His arms were heavenly as well. Some women called them “pythons”. Large and full, smooth and sexy, good enough to eat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
“I can feel you lookin’, darlin’...”
He turned back with a devilish smirk.
“I know you like how I look…”
He turned around and walked closer to her.
“And I’m glad. I do all of this for you, you know…”
As he stood over her, all she could see was him under that light…and she didn't want him to walk away.
“Not for your health?” She asked.
“Without you, I wouldn't really give two shits about that…”
He leaned down, gently pushing some of her hair behind her ear. He gently cupped her jaw and kissed her sweetly and passionately. She could feel him moan against her lips…
“You've become a romantic, Eazy-E..” She said after she came up for air.
“Is it wrong for me to treat my woman right?”
“Only when it feels too right.”
—
They left the store with more bags of clothes. Eazy didn't realize it, but he had a lipstick mark on his face from [Y/N] kissing all over him.
As they walked through the shopping center, she spotted a cafe. She tugged Eazy by the arm and asked to go in and get something to eat. He chuckled and said, “whatever you want is yours, darlin’.”
She grinned and excitedly waltzed into the cafe. There were pastries and savory snacks as well along with a calming and quiet atmosphere.
She ordered a cheese danish with a small chai latte, a warm snack for a brisk spring day.
Eazy ordered a bagel with cream cheese and butter and some black tea (with a little sweetener).
They got their food and sat down at a booth, their bags under their table and securely placed at their feet.
[Y/N] sipped in her latte as she admired the atmosphere of the cafe, Eazy leaned back in the booth and admired her once more with a gentle smile on his face. [Y/N] looked back at him and raised a brow, “what?” She asked as she began to giggle.
“Nothin’...” he replied.
“You just make me want to buy you everything, you know?”
