*At Steve and Eddie's house*
Jancy's kid: Uncle Eddie, why don't you have a wife?
Eddie: Because I'm gay.
Jancy's kid: What does that mean?
Eddie: It means I like boys, not girls.
Jancy's kid: Then why don't you have a husband?
Eddie, looks to Steve who is in the kitchen minding his own business: I don't know. WHY DON'T I HAVE A HUSBAND, STEVE?
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Warning: panty-stealing, subliminal mention of a threesome, some SMUT 18+ only please!
Imagine Eddie and Charlie being friends with one another. They share a mutual love for horror movies. Eddie, who is more free-spirited and knows (a little bit) more about sex than Charlie, is the one that helps Charlie feel a bit more empowered in his own sexuality. They both tell each other everything, so it surprises Eddie when he comes across a pair of red lace underwear under the bed that definitely isn’t Charlie’s.
“Hey, I couldn’t find the 2012 version of ‘The Thing’ but I found the 1982 one…” Charlie stopped in his tracks. Eddie was holding up the pair of red lace underwear with his index finger.
“Some underwear you got here. And by the looks of it…it seems to be your guilty pleasure.” Eddie said with a smirk. Charlie was flustered, turning a beet red color. He couldn’t believe Eddie found his secret. Then again, he could. He’s always been a little nosy.
Charlie didn’t know what quite to say. He must’ve looked like a fish out of water, his lips closing and opening to get ready to say something. But his brain stopped working.
“So what store did you steal them from this time?” Eddie asked, as he flopped down on Charlie’s bed, laying on his side. You see, Charlie had a knack for stealing women’s underwear from numerous stores. It could be Victoria’s Secret, Target, you name it. But these particular underwear wasn’t stolen from a store.
“They’re…um… I didn’t steal them from a store.”
The silence in the room was loud. You could see Eddie’s gears turning in his mind. Trying to connect the mystery pieces together with what vague information Charlie provided.
“If you didn’t steal them from a store…then that must mean….” Eddie jumped up, wide eyed, sporting a smile.
“You got them from fucking…” Eddie snapped his fingers trying to come up with the name, as if he hasn’t committed it to memory. It took about five seconds before Eddie blurted out your name. Charlie closed his eyes and deeply sighed.
“You fucked her, didn’t you?! Tell me, what was it like?” Eddie sat with his feet firmly planted on the ground. “Was she like, “oh-oh Charlie, fuck you’re sooo good. Fuck me like you do in your fantasies!!’” Eddie did a poor imitation of what your voice might sound like. Though, Charlie wouldn’t know.
“I didn’t fuck her.” He came out and said.
“What do you mean you didn’t fuck her?”
“I mean…” Charlie said snatching the underwear from Eddie’s hand and placing it in his nightstand, “I didn’t fuck her. I just…took it from her drawer..”
Eddie looked at him for a second and then howled with laughter before clapping his hands and placing one of them on his shoulders. “I’m rubbing off on you more and more…. No pun intended by the way.” Charlie moved his shoulder away from him. He felt like a creep. There he was in your dorm, the only reason he was there was because of a group project for class. You had asked him if he needed any water. Charlie said yes please, he did feel a bit thirsty, just not for water. While you were downstairs, he looked around your room. He scanned through the photos that were hung, the many rings that you wear, even the perfume that you had; to which he sprayed some on the inside of his shirt so he can smell you once he gets home. Until he got to your dresser. A little bit of red peeking out. He looked towards the door and turned his ear to hear if you were coming in soon. You weren’t. So, curiosity got the best of him. He opened your drawer and there they were. He didn’t even think twice before quickly grabbing them and stuffing them in his back pocket.
After Charlie told Eddie exactly how he got his hands on them, Eddie wore a wolffish grin. Charlie laughed, “why are you looking like that?”
Eddie replied, “We should try to win her over.”
Charlie went wide-eyed and shook his head “no, no. I don’t think so. She doesn’t roll like that.”
Eddie shrugged, “you never know. We can always just ask her. If she’s not with it, no worries. But if she is….”
Charlie couldn’t help but think about it. It did sound enticing, kissing you, touching you… he can’t say he hasn’t entertained the thought of being inside of you. How he’d loved to feel you wrapped around him. Him moaning and whimpering in your ear about how soft and wet you are. God, it must feel like Heaven.
“I think junior likes the idea too.” Eddie said. Charlie furrowed his brows and looked at him in confusion. Eddie pointed at his pants. Charlie looked down and seen a bulge beginning to form on his pants.
Charlie sighed and mumbled “shut up” before making his way to the bathroom.
“Hey,” Eddie called after him.
“What?!” Charlie replied, frustrated beyond belief.
Eddie went into Charlie’s nightstand and pulled out the infamous underwear. He threw it at Charlie.
“Don’t forget your inspiration.”
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It's probably not a popular opinion, but I don't think Eddie would like Jonathan. Even after everything, Jonathan still scoffs at Steve, especially at the idea of Steve being mature. Eddie would get along with Argyle, but Jonathan? Nah. I mean, surely Will would have told him some of the things that Steve has done, like driving them around, letting them into movies, taking a beating from Hargrove for them, getting tortured by Russians. He still doesn't like him? Jonathan, you stole Nancy from him, and he didn't say shit about it. I just wonder if he's still mad about Steve breaking his camera. What are you talking about? No, Eddie did NOT write this post.
I don't know, I could see Eddie, Jonathan, and Argyle smoking together, and then Jonathan makes a comment about how Eddie could do better. Maybe I just like drama because I could see Eddie getting pissed about that.
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