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she got the best of me (jake seresin pt.9/12)

PART OF MY “WHATEVER THIS IS” SERIES WHICH CAN BE FOUND HERE

PAIRING: JAKE ‘HANGMAN’ SERESIN x Female Plus Size Bartender!Reader

NICKNAME: Sunshine

Warning: A bit of self-body shaming

It goes without saying but I do not give permission for anyone to use my work or copy it somewhere else.

PLOT: Penny Benjamin’s niece works at The Hard Deck, saving the money she earns to get out of the west coast and put herself through Graduate School. What happens when a pretty boy pilot ends up as her fake boyfriend?

PART ONE / PART TWO / PART THREE / PART FOUR / PART FIVE / PART SIX / PART SEVEN / PART EIGHT / PART NINE / PART TEN / PART ELEVEN / FINAL PART

Jake began reaching out immediately the morning after his birthday to try and beg for the opportunity to try to fix his mistakes. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t love his groveling, but it did little to alleviate the growing ache in your ribcage, right below your clavicle where the hurt burned. There was a gaping hole where your security used to be nestled, the comfort of a humming rhythm that sounded like independence.

He’d struck out twice and you really weren’t trying to go for a third go. But even so, you now hated the space you existed in, cursing at the emptiness of the couch cushions and the perfectly placed knit blanket being exactly where you left it the last time it was used. You hated your coffee maker, waiting patiently for you to brew the first fresh pot in the morning. It was too quiet, too perfect and you missed Jake’s touch in everything that you had become. You hated it.

You’d began to pick back up with your shifts at the Hard Deck the day after Hangman’s birthday, no longer afraid to approach the old memories after having the opportunity to call him out on the bullshit. He’d yet to show up after work for his usual beer, perhaps too afraid to face your seething wrath in person or not quite able to afford the possibility of Penny ringing the bell the minute he came into her line of site.

The line went silent after a week or so and you were grateful to learn that Mav had set up a training exercise that would take them out to sea for a week, the time to think without the looming of his presence on North Island would be a fresh breath of air. It gave you just enough peace to wrap up your final revisions to your Thesis for school, to focus enough to present in front of your faculty.

After the closed presentation wrapped, you were left alone in the empty hallway of the college awaiting the news of the decision to graduate you. Wearing a floral jumpsuit and denim jacket, your leg bounced unapologetically while you tried to find a comfortable resting spot for your leg.

Silence was deafening as it ate away at your confidence, leaving you to pick persistently at your cuticles when a door burst open down the hall. A flood of bodies seeped through the seemingly small, framed door through the patches of white light. It was blinding but you recognized the khaki service uniforms easily and stood when Nat’s face sharpened in the natural light of the hallway. “You’re back,” you comment, rising to your feet to wrap your arms around her, Aries collecting the two of you in her arms tightly.

“We just got off the boat a half an hour ago,” Nat explains, pulling back so that you can hug the rest of the squad.

“We didn’t want you to be alone while you waited for the decision,” Gemini muses as she rubs your back, a soothing and calm gesture from the quiet WSO. The comment warmed your heart as you took in all the faces, all except for –

“He didn’t think you’d want to see him,” Fanboy comments before you even get the chance to process the lack of Jake’s face in the crowd. And though the sentiment is genuine and kind of him, a considerate thought, you’d never needed his presence more as you awaited the future decision that would make or break your career.

Mav, ever the head of the found family, stepped through the crowd to hug you tightly. “Penny is setting up a barbeque tonight in celebration of your success,” his change of topic swift, “Like a graduation party in the backyard.”

“And then Rooster and I are going to see up a bonfire on the beach for after,” Payback remarks, nudging the tall, broad man. Rooster nods, his mind elsewhere as he tries to smile.

“I don’t know if I’ve passed,” you admit honestly, the quiver in your tone evident to the pilots surrounding you and showering you with love. It warms your heart and makes you take a shaky breath, curling into a smile. Eventually, everyone lays out on the waiting benches and the tiled floor. They share their stories of training, as much as the confidentiality of the military allows.

It’s in the quiet of the hallway of your university that Bob and Gemini share the news of their engagement. “Wait, what?” you ask, staring back and forth between the two. Blooming blushes seep through their cheeks as they lean into one another. You take in their comfortability, the closeness and the rings resting against the metal of their dog tags. “I guess I really shouldn’t be surprised with the way the two of you always snuck off together. I’m assuming pre-North Island?”

“Three years back in Lemoore,” Gemini quips, staring up at Bob lovingly.

“Good god you two are patient,” you giggle just as there is a click of a lock across the hall, and everyone freezes. Slowly, the door creeps open and your faculty mentor appears with a wide smile. You feel sheepish in the moment, your family surrounding you and crowding the hallway.

“We’re ready for you, dear,” her voice is gentle as she nods to the room, smiling around at all the pilots on the floor. You nod, bite your lip as you stand on shaky knees and cross the floor to follow her in the room. Minutes later, you return to the hallway and to the bitter silence. Only knowing the group to be a rowdy bunch of beer drinkers, you were shocked to be met with such a wall of silence when you return to the hallway a few minutes later.

“I passed,” you announce to the group, sobs of excitement coaxing out of your throat, and you jump up and down in your best friends’ arms. The hallway erupts in a roar of ovations, rising to their feet to join in the circle of elation. Javy lifts you through the air in delight while Mav wipes a few tears from his lashes, proud of the woman you’d become.

The noise is so frightening, your mentor comes back through the door as concern dissipates at the celebration. She’s sweet when she asks you all to move out of the building for the respect of the offices while laughing. Fanboy joins your car, praising you as you all make a brigade down the road to get to Penny’s house. When you turn the corner to her street, Rooster begins to honk the horn of his blue Bronco, an echoing mirage of horns blaring as the cars pull up outside the house in a single formation.

The notion and attention make you laugh in embarrassment, though you’re not truly embarrassed. Honored is more like it, you pinpoint just before you climb out of the vehicle and follow the cheering crowd through the doors into the house. Amelia sees you first, rushing up to you and squeezing you tightly around the middle.

“There she is,” Penny’s voice echoes through the kitchen as she comes around the corner, joining in the hug as the pilots make their way outside into the decorated backyard. “My niece, a professor,” she coos and tightens her grip slightly.

“I’m so proud of you,” she murmurs, knowing the struggle you have around genuine compliments. “Someone begged me to come in, I hope you’re okay with that.” Penny’s tone turns gentle but stern as she keeps an arm around your waist as she turns to the kitchen. And there he is.

Jake’s dressed casually in a white button down and light washed jeans. His hair is sunkissed from the days at sea. He’d clearly been dragging his fingers through it in anxious tugs because it looked wild, sticking up in a few different spots. Freshly shaven, his lips were pressed in a tight smile to try to hide his nerves and he clutches a bouquet of white daisies, wrapped in your favorite flower shop’s kraft paper.

“I’m okay,” you turn to share a look with Penny, letting her slide from your body and ushering Mav through the glass doors into the backyard to give you privacy. You return your gaze to Jake and silence encases the two of you, suffocating the room as your hands come to clutch each other in front of your tummy.

The act is subtle and yet, Jake feels your self-conscious thoughts through the air. It makes him hate himself more. Makes him wish he’d drowned in the freezing icy depths of the water after having to had eject from his aircraft four days prior during an exercise. “There’s too many things I want to say, I don’t know where to start,” his words slice through the tension, an honest admission that sounds so vulnerable compared to your last conversation.

“Try one,” you scoff.

“I’m in lo-,” he starts but your face turns sour, eyes wide at the imagination of what’s at the end of that sentence. His brows crease at the words and he takes in your discomfort.

“Try a smaller one,” you prompt him and he’s nodding dumbly, swallowing. His hands are so sweaty that they stick to the kraft paper in his hands.

“Congratulations on passing,” Jake says, starting small like you recommended. He watches your shoulders relax slightly and takes a deep breath. “I’m really proud of you.”

“Thank you,” you tell him, suddenly feeling the burning sensation behind your eyes. After all morning of wanting his comfort, of his arms around you as you awaited the fate of your life – all you had pictured was him. And now, here in front of you, you felt it impossible to look him in the eye. You zeroed in on the flowers in his hand, on the squeezing of the stems in his grasp. Too many things to say. “What else?” you ask, staring down at your painted toes.

“You look beautiful,” Jake shares, taking in the floral pattern of your jumpsuit and the way you’d grown out the pieces of hair around your face, framing your round features to perfection. “I fucked things up, I have so much to apologize for. I was terrible and I don’t deserve you. I almost died during an exercise and the first person I saw when I was going down was you. The watch is perfect, these are for you,” Jake begins to list everything as it rolls off his tongue like a hurried admission of guilt, shifting awkwardly from his spot in the doorway of the kitchen.

Your brain is trying to take in everything he’s throwing at you, a headache coming on as he shuffles closer to you to offer the flowers into your grasp. But the action leaves his hands empty, and he doesn’t know how to move his limbs anymore, so he shoves them in his pockets to avoid the tremor he’d developed when he stupidly walked away from you.

“Slow down,” you quip with frustration, eyes closing. It’s the first visceral reaction he’s seen from you since his birthday, and he’d never been more grateful. “You nearly died? What the fuck Jake?” you drop your flowers lightly onto the entryway table and reach up to grasp his cheeks. You notice the yellowing of a faded bruise on his cheekbone and the picky scabbing of a cut along his hairline. Your fingers gently brush over it with a tenderness that has Jake melting. He’d give anything to keep your hands on him. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” his shaking fingertips reach up to cover yours. “I’d really love to apologize first for everything that happened before we talk about me.” The memories of your empty bed find their way back to the center of your mind and your hands slip away back to your sides like his skin was a flame licking you into a scorching burn.

“I thought leaving was the smartest move,” Jake finally admits, his words hanging in the air as the tension builds up. A flare of anger wafts through you as you take another step away from him.

You clench your jaw tightly, trying to maintain your cool. You just graduated…today is supposed to be a good day. “I told you how terrible my ex was about my body, and you thought it was a good idea to leave after you see my figure for the first time? You thought that was smart?”

“I shouldn’t have slept with you that night,” Jake says.

“Wow.”

“No,” his hands go up in defense, irritated that he can’t communicate that he wants to, the way you deserve. “That’s not what I meant,” Jake curses and wipes a hand over his reddened face. “I shouldn’t have slept with you that night because I wanted you to know how much you meant to me before we got further in our relationship.”

“That is so,”

“Let me explain,” his voice is strong, stopping you in your place as he finally finds his footing. He’s standing steady now, hands on his hips as he comes clean and lets all his insecurities out. “Sleeping with you after that party felt like something Hangman would’ve done. Who I was before I knew you, before you let me into your life who thought intimacy was a quick one-night stand with some girl whose name I didn’t remember the next morning.”

You wrap your arms around yourself, listening intently to his confession as your back rests against the cool wall. “You deserved so much more than that guy, and, in that moment, I felt like I hadn’t made progress in showing you who I’d become,” he steps forward slightly, closer in proximity of your space and you don’t stop him. “I felt like I wasn’t showing up as who I’d become with you beside me and even though we were becoming more than some stupid fake relationship, I got insecure that I couldn’t be everything for you the way that you’re everything I’ve ever needed in my life. So, I left,” he nods, tears starting to collect at his waterline.

“I left in a moment of self-conscious, self-loathing. And it was the dumbest thing I’ve ever done and I’m so sorry.”

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Lost Number pt. III

Eddie Munson x Plus size!f!reader

Part one part two

Word count: 9,210

Summary: Little glimpses of your life with Eddie after your first date

CW: MDNI 18+ smut (p in v) hair pulling, Eddie calls reader a slut and whore, mention of pregnancy and difficulty getting pregnant, mentions of depression and anxiety, please let me know if I left anything out!

Your home, Staten Island, 1994

The bathroom floor was cold against your bare legs as you and Eddie huddled together. The silence was deafening, neither of you knowing what to say to fill it. One of the light bulbs had been flickering which only made your anxiety worse. There was a lot of riding the situation and you weren’t sure that you could sit through the entire three minutes. You just wanted to know the results already.

The only sound that could be heard was the ticking of the kitchen timer that had been sitting on the counter. Eddie had purposely put the thing out of your line of sight so you couldn’t stress out by watching the seconds tick by. It was even worse hearing it ticking and not seeing how much more time you had left was killing you.

Eddie held onto you, pressing kisses to your temple. He didn’t have to say anything for you to know that the kisses were saying “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” He was a nervous wreck. He had wanted a baby just as much or maybe even more than you did. He had no idea what was going to happen, but what did he know was that he was going to be there for you every step of the way.

Your apartment, Manhattan, 1991

You stood in your closest, trying to figure out what you were going to wear on your date with Eddie. You actually weren’t sure what he had planned. He had just called and told you to put on something that you’d be comfortable in.

You had decided to go with a dark blue midi dress paired with a black cardigan and tights because it was November in New York.

There was a knock at the front door and you ran to answer it but Hannah had beat you to it, the other girls standing behind her to get a look at Eddie. They had seemed more excited for the date than you were with them waiting by the door. They were all giggling to each other while you got ready. They were just so happy that you were going out with someone who treated you right.

You pushed them out of the way to get a view of your date. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and band t-shirt that was under a denim jacket. A cigarette was hanging between his lips and he smiled wide when he caught sight of you, causing the cigarette to fall between the two of you.

“Whoops,” he chuckled and bent down to pick up the thing, fiddling with it between his finger awkwardly when he stood back up.

“You look-“ he cut himself off, his mouth almost dropping as he eyed your outfit. “Fucking killer, angel. Shall we?” He asked, offering you his arm.

“We shall,” you nodded, looping your arm through his. He led you down the hallway and to the elevators that were actually working and you stood there, waiting.

All of your previous anxiety had vanished now that you were with Eddie. You had nothing to be nervous about. You just hadn’t been on a date since the new decade had started and wondered if dating in the 90’s had been any different.

Eddie on the other hand, knew exactly what he was doing. He had never been so sure of himself in his life. It helped that he knew that you actually liked him back. He couldn’t believe how many people had agreed to go out with him just to get a free meal.

The elevator opened and the two of you stepped inside and Eddie was quick to pull you to his chest, pressing his lips to yours. He hadn’t been able to in over eighteen hours so he needed to make up for lost time. He licked into your mouth, your tongues swirling together.

“I thought you were supposed to kiss me after the date. That’s the traditional thing to do, right?” You were going to kiss him if he hadn’t gone for it first and were just in the mood to tease him. You knew that things between the two of you had been far from normal with how quickly your relationship had developed over the course of twenty four hours.

“Sweetheart, I literally ate you out the day we met. I think we’re past traditional at this point.” He had a point. But you liked the way things were progressing. Eddie was the only person you could see yourself having a future with. He was the perfect partner with knowing exactly what you needed before you did. You knew that you could come to him with anything and he’d help you not matter what it was and he wouldn’t ask questions.

“That’s fair,” you shrugged before wrapping your arms around his neck. You were about to press a kiss to his lips when the elevator doors opened. You pecked his lips quickly and the two of you exited hand and hand.

Eddie led you to a car that looked nothing like the ones that had been taking the two of you where you had needed to go. This one was bright red and definitely cost more than you had ever made in your life. Eddie had opened the passenger car door for you and you slipped inside. He closed the door then rounded it to get in on the driver’s side, putting the keys into the ignition.

“You’re driving?” Eddie hadn’t driven at all in the time you had known him. You supposed that when you were as famous as him, you didn’t have to.

“You got a problem with that?” You actually didn’t. You were interested to see how he drove. Something told you that he liked speed and you were pretty sure that you were right in thinking that.

“I just wasn’t aware you drove. Are you sure you remember how?” Eddie found your little jabs funny, appreciating that you felt comfortable enough with him to do so. He hoped that you’d have more once you got closer.

“Haha,” he replied sarcastically then turned the key in the ignition. He put his foot on the gas and backed out of his parallel parking spot very before taking you to your destination.

It took everything in him not to floor it but he didn’t think that was right considering the precious cargo he had in his passenger seat. The car was also a rental and he wasn’t in the mood to have to pay for any damages. Rick would have definitely chewed him out and he wasn’t in the mood for that either so he just went the boring speed limit.

Eddie’s free hand rested on your thigh and you loved how comfortable he was with doing it. It seemed like he thought that he had to touch some part of you when the two of you were together and you ate it up every time, especially since you had been so attention starved. Eddie had been as well. Starved for your attention, that is. Considering his fame, he always seemed to have men and women buying him drinks or writing their phone numbers on napkins for him, but he had denied them all, knowing that you had been waiting for him.

Even though you hadn’t been dating, he still felt gross for sleeping with or even looking in the direction of another person. He had tried to get over you by getting under someone else, but all he could picture was the look of betrayal on your face. He had to fake a stomach ache because he was too embarrassed to tell the truth and went back to his hotel room to sleep alone. He hadn’t slept with anyone since, afraid that the same thing would happen again. He denied all of the advances towards him and would go back to his room and just stare at the phone, desperately wanting to call you. He didn’t care if he was becoming the kind of guy he used to make fun of. He had just wanted to hear your pretty voice and hold you in his arms.

The car pulled up to a restaurant that you had become very familiar with over the years. It had been the spot where you had spent a lot of drunken nights and hungover mornings with your rotating circle of friends. It had become the only constant in your life and if you couldn’t count on anyone, at least you could count on Rowan, the owner, to give you free fries and a shake with a bright smile on her face.

Eddie opened your door and offered you his hand which you gladly took. The two of you entered the restaurant and Rowan came running up to the host stand to greet the two of you. Her face lit up when she saw you and she was quick to pull you into a hug. You knew that Rowan treated all of her regulars like that but you were going to pretend that it was just for you.

“I’m so happy to see you, baby. You haven’t come in a while. I was starting to miss your sweet face,” she squeezed your cheeks then turned to Eddie. She gave him a hug as well and you were beginning to think that he knew Rowan like you did.

“And you,” she smiled brightly at him. “You’re not too famous for me?” Eddie didn’t think he was too famous for anyone, especially not Rowan.

“I’ll never be too famous for you, Rowan.”

“Glad to hear it. So you’re here together?”

“Yep,” Eddie nodded, smiling at you. “We’re on a date, actually.”

“Well, would you look at that? Two of my regulars on a date. Y’all follow me. I’m gonna give you the best table.” She didn’t even bother grabbing menus since she had committed your orders to memory and sat the two of you at a both that was more secluded from the other tables. You both sat on either side and Rowan just beamed at the two of you.

“Let me see if I have this right. A bacon cheeseburger for my sweetpea,” she pointed at you. “And the Eddie special for the rockstar.”

“Yes ma’am,” Eddie nodded.

“You’ve still got it, Rowan,” You replied. With that, she turned and headed into the kitchen, leaving the two of you alone. You couldn’t believe that the two of you had frequented the place over the years and somehow hadn’t crossed paths. It wasn’t very big and even with it packed, it was still easy to see entire place anywhere you sat.

You wondered if you actually crossed paths but just didn’t remember. You both had been going there quite sometime so it wasn’t totally out of the realm of possibility. You also wondered if he would have liked you back then. Back when you were still with Chris and so insecure that you’d cover up every inch of your body to hide the shape of it avoid unsolicited comments.

You were pretty confident that Eddie would have worshipped you and made you feel confident with his sweet words. He would have definitely fucked you and been nothing but complimentary while he did it. Telling you that you were beautiful and that he had loved every inch of you, kissing all over your body.

“So the ‘Eddie Special’, huh?” You laughed. Of course Eddie had his order on the menu. Rowan knew what she was doing with that one.

“It wasn’t my idea,” he put his hands up in defense. “Rowan insisted.”

“I’m sure it was. We all know you love being the center of attention,” you winked and Eddie felt his cheeks blush. You always knew just what to say to make him feel flustered. Eddie did like being the center of attention, especially if it was the center of yours. Even if it was a look or simple touch, he always ate it up. He was falling deeply and hopelessly in love with you and he actually was letting himself. God, Wayne was going to be so proud of him for letting himself feel something other anger. He had been bitter about his past life back home for so long that he hadn’t really been living. But you changed that. With you, he felt like he could finally get his life right.

You grabbed hold of his hand, rubbing the back of with your thumb, wondering what was making him smile like that. Okay, you didn’t have to wonder, but you wanted to hear him say it. You loved hearing him voice how he felt about you. It never ceased to make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Like being wrapped up in a blanket that was fresh from the dryer. And he always knew exactly what to say to make you melt. The exact words that made you want to cry because of how sweet it was or make your panties so wet that you had to have him right then and there. He was so good at both.

Rowan came out with your orders and you didn’t miss the milkshakes and extra fries that she had brought along with her. She was always spoiling her regulars. It was her favorite way to express how grateful she was to have them pick her little old restaurant over anywhere else in the city. You and Eddie were quick to dig in, laughing, joking, and just genuinely enjoying each other’s company while you ate.

Everything was so easy with Eddie. He wanted to talk to you about what was going on in his life and wanted to know about your life in return. He wanted to know your struggles and how he could help. He wanted to take your baggage and help you carry it to lighten the load. He just wanted to make sure that he was there whenever you needed him. And you wanted to be the same for him.

After dinner, you ended up going to a movie that was still an inside joke between the two of you because of how bad it was. Eddie had snuggled up to you as close as he could, him practically ending up in your seat. His arm was wrapped your shoulders and he couldn’t even get himself to watch the movie. He just wanted to look at you. His pretty girl. Your intricate eyeliner and your glossy lips. Especially your lips. If the theater hadn’t been so packed, he would have just kissed your right then and there. But he didn’t want to be that couple, so he just sat there, settling for holding you.

You turned to Eddie and gave him a smile. All he was thinking about was how good you looked with the light of the screen reflecting off your face. He didn’t think that was possible, but of course you looked fucking amazing in any lighting. He didn’t think it was fair.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of Eddie, the movie completely abandoned. You reached up and pushed some hair behind his ears. You loved his hair, but sometimes, you thought it overshadowed his facial features and wondered how it would’ve looked pulled back.

Your hand rested on his cheek and Eddie noticed that you were pulling his face to yours. He knew that he said he wasn’t going to kiss you with that many people around, but he was a liar. He just couldn’t say not to you and he definitely couldn’t resist your lips. You mouth attached to his and he rested his free hand on your hip while yours moved into his hair.

Eddie’s hand slipped under your dress up to your thigh, afraid to go any higher since you were in public. He gave it squeeze as his tongue slipped into your mouth. You gave his hair a tug and he let out a whimper that was a little too loud.

The two of you had been so caught up in each other that you had barely even noticed the flashlight shining down on the two of you. You pulled away to see an usher and everyone else in the theater looking at you in disgust.

“I shouldn’t have to tell you that that kind of behavior is prohibited in this establishment. I’m going to have to ask the two of you to leave.” He pointed to the exit and the two of you took no time to head in that direction.

You giggled all the way to Eddie’s car, finding the whole thing hilarious. You were both howling with laughter to the point where you could hardly breathe. Of course you’d get kicked out for making out in the theater. That sounded about right for the two of you since you couldn’t seem to keep your hands off of each other.

You got to the car, your laughter having died down and Eddie was quick to pin you to the car, his mouth on yours. The kiss was rough and hot and he was quick to slide his hands up your dress, giving your thighs a squeeze. He pulled away and opened the door to the backseat, holding it open for you.

“Get in,” he pointed to the interior of the car. His voice was so low and authoritative that you felt yourself get even more wet between your legs. You took no time to crawl into the backseat, Eddie getting in right after you.

His lips attached to yours again and he slowly lowered you down onto the seat. He pushed your dress up to your waist and you lifted your arms for him to take it off. He slowly slid the dress off of your body and it landed in the floorboard. He then removed his jacket and his shirt before diving back in for more. His trailed kissed all the way to your chest, his fingers slipping under the straps of your bra.

“Fuck angel, when did you get this?” He admired the blue lace that matched your dress. This one was more scandalous than the one you had worn the night before. It was lacy with bits that were see through and it was driving Eddie wild. He ran his fingers lightly over the thin fabric, just enough to make your nipples harden.

“Yesterday.” You tried to keep calm, trying to not let out a moan as you spoke, Eddie still grazing your bra with his fingers.

“Oh?” A devilish smirk broke out on his face.

“I bought it for you.” You had been embarrassed at first, but you knew that Eddie would have loved to know that fact. That you had gone shopping for lingerie just for him.

“For me?” He put his hands up to his chest in feigned shock. “Sweetheart, I’m flattered.”

“It’s a set,” you nodded your head down the that matching thong and he follows your eyes.

“Thought you’d get lucky tonight,” he teased.

“Maybe,” you replied. “But here we are in the back of your car so I guess I thought right.”

“I guess so. Can’t resist you, honey.” He kissed the spot right above your bra. “Can I remove this?”

“Please,” you begged and Eddie was quick to unhook it, pulling it from your body and tossing it on top of your dress. He kissed down to your nipple and ran over it with his tongue, causing you to let out a moan.

“I still remember what you like,” he liked another stripe along the sensitive spot. “This drove you fucking wild.” He took your nipple between your teeth and pulled, hearing you make the exact sound he wanted.

“Oh, Eddie,” you whined.

“You like that, princess?”

“More,” was all you were able to reply and Eddie tugged on the skin again, harder this time.

“Eddie, please.” He moved to the other nipple, licking and biting. You grabbed onto him, digging your nails into any skin you could find, needing somewhere to put your hands. “I need you inside me.”

“Well, if that’s what you wanted, all you had to do was ask, princess.”

“Eddie,” you stared at him with a look in your eyes that he couldn’t quite make out. It was darker than any other look you had given him. “I want you to fuck me.”

Eddie pulled something out of one of his front pockets and set it aside before removing his pants and tossing them over the driver’s seat. You thought he was taking too long and tried to help him remove his underwear.

“What are you doing,” he chuckled, looking down at your hands that were gripping the waist band of his boxers.

“You’re taking too long.” The words sounded so desperate and whiny and it was doing wonders for his cock.

“Someone’s a little eager.” Now he was just doing it for fun. He loved riling you up, getting you all hot and bothered.

“Yeah, I am.” You hadn’t fucked anyone since Chris (if you could have even called your most recent time in the bedroom with him fucking) and you couldn’t wait anymore. Your vibrator could only do so much and now you needed to real thing. “Take them off.”

“As you wish, princess.” He removed the boxers as slowly as possible, a devilish grin on his face as he did so. He watched your eyebrows furrow and knew that he was getting the exact reaction that he wanted.

He slowly moved the fabric down to his thighs, completely revealing his cock to you and it had definitely lived up to what you had hyped it up to be in your head. Maybe even bigger.

Once his underwear was removed, he reached for the condom and slowly ripped it open, watching you as he did so.

“Eddie,” you whined. “Forget the condom, please. I need you right now.”

“Sweetheart, we both know I’d love to knock you up, but even with our unconventional relationship timeline, I think it’s a little early, don’t you?”

“Hurry.” Your whining was only making him even more hard. He loved seeing you like this. Needing him, all undone from his touches and filthy words.

“You can’t rush things like this, honey.” He finally got the package open and slipped the condom onto his dick, making sure that it was good before lining himself up with your pussy.

“Eddie, just do it.” He took no time and pounded himself into you and you let out the loudest moan. He grabbed hold of your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he continued to thrust.

“Eddie, fuck,” you whined and that only encouraged him, making him thrust into you even harder. “Right there, baby, yeah.”

“You like that, princess?” His voice was raspy and rough and it was making you even more wet.

“Eddie,” you slurred. “You’re being too nice.” You liked all the cute nicknames but they weren’t doing it for you in that moment. You needed something more degrading.

“What-“

“Call me a slut.” Eddie loved seeing this side of you. He loved hearing you boss him around. All you had to do was tell him to jump and he’d ask you how high.

“Oh, you’re that kind of girl, huh?” He asked, slamming into even harder. You let out another moan which only encouraged him. He thrusted and thrusted, hearing all of the beautiful sounds come from your pretty lips.

“Call me a slut, please.” You knew that hearing the word would really make you come undone. You needed to hear him degrade you.

“Look at you, taking it like a good little slut.” That unleashed something in you. You grabbed onto his back, your nails digging into the skin, dragging them up.

“Oh, you like that, slut?” His nails dug further into your skin and he pounded into you once more. You could feel his nails practically breaking the skin but you’d have been lying if you said you didn’t like it.

“Eddie, please,” you moaned and he thrusted faster, making you realize that was the way you liked it. Fast and rough. You had had sex more times than you could count and were just now realizing what you liked because Chris had never given you a chance. It was all about him and his needs.

“Faster, Eds,” you commanded and he obeyed, thrusting the fastest that he could, hoping that he wasn’t hurting you. He looked at you to make sure that you were okay and could see the absolute bliss on your face. Knowing that he was the cause of it made him even harder.

“Going the fastest that I can, sweetheart.” He had never pegged you as the kind of girl who would have been into rough sex. He thought that you would have liked it soft and sweet.

“Then go harder.” He slammed into you the hardest that he could, hearing the loudest moan yet. He repeated the action and you made the sound again and again.

“So good, Eds.”

“Yeah? You like that whore?” You let go of Eddie and pulled back to look at him, your eyebrows furrowing. He had upset you. He had upset you and you were going to leave and never want to speak to him again.

“What did you just call me?” Your tone hadn’t sounded offended but Eddie was still afraid that he had gone too far.

“I’m sorry. I thought that since you like being called a slut that-“

“Say it again.” Your voice was so demanding and hot. He had to do what you said.

“What was that, sweetheart?” He had heard you perfectly but just wanted to be bossed around some more.

“Say it.” Your words were so forceful that Eddie had no choice but to comply.

“You’re a whore.” Your eyes darkened at the name and you looked at him with lust.

“That’s right, baby,” you pressed your lips to his, sticking your tongue into his mouth and swirling it around. “I’m your whore.”

“You’re mine,” he emphasized the word and thrusted into you again.

“All yours,” you whined and dragged your nails down his back again. He thrusted again and again and you let out even more moans and whines, loving what he was doing to you. You were coming undone he was eating up how well you were taking it.

He noticed that you were fading out, the words you were saying not being coherent. They were slurred and sounded like gibberish. He hadn’t expected you to fade so soon. he was just starting the fun. He needed to stay with him.

“Come on, sweet girl, don’t go dumb on me,” he took your face in his. “You’re doing so well, need you to stay with me.”

“I’m here,” you slurred, a stupid smile on your face. He was just now getting to the good part and he couldn’t fuck you when you weren’t lucid enough to consent.

“Come on, honey,” he rubbed your back while trying to hold your head up. “We haven’t even gotten started yet.”

“Then what was that,” you let out a giggle and he couldn’t help but laugh as well, finding the whole thing amusing.

“That was just the appetizer.”

“Don’t know if I have any more in me, Eds.” You looked so tired and despite him wanting to continue, he decided that you should’ve called it a night.

“That’s okay, sweet girl. Let’s get you home, alright?”

Eddie pulled out and disposed of the condom before getting dressed. He then cleaned you up with some napkins he had in his glove compartment. It wasn’t what he would have preferred, but he made do with what he had. He thought you deserved better even though you were so out of it that you hadn’t cared.

He helped you put on your bra and thong and reached for your dress.

“Alright. Arms up, sweet girl.” You put your arms in the air and Eddie put it over your head before reaching for your arms. He put them through the straps and pulled the rest of your dress down your body.

You watched Eddie the whole time and despite the state you were in, you were sure that you were in love with him. What other man would have helped their date put their clothes back on? And who would have done it so gently with their sweet words?

He picked you up and carried you to the front seat, not taking the chance of letting you walk. You opened the door for him and he gently set you in the seat before buckling your seatbelt for you.

He then pressed a kiss to your forehead then closed the door and headed over to his side. You felt your eyes start to shut but you fought it off. You couldn’t be the loser who fell asleep before the date was even over because the sex wore you out.

Eddie slamming the door closed caused you to jump, the sound feeling much louder in your head. He chuckled at your reaction and turned on the ignition before reaching your for hand. He intertwined your fingers before bringing it up to his lips, pressing a kiss to it.

You looked over at Eddie and he turned to you briefly before turning back to the road. You had a goofy grin on your face and he smiled to himself at how cute you were.

“I love you,” you slurred and Eddie almost slammed on the breaks at your confession but kept his cool. He knew he shouldn’t have taken the words to heart considering the state you were in, but he couldn’t help but feel like there was a hint of truth to them. You had been telling the truth and the date really solidified your feelings for him. The way he made you feel could only be described with the word and shit, Eddie loved you too. He’d have been an idiot to deny it.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he kissed your hand again and the two of you continued on your way to your apartment, knowing that whatever was going on between you two was really something beautiful.

Your home, Staten Island, 1994

“What if it is,” Eddie whispered, his lips pressed against your forehead. You had been having the same argument, going back and forth for far too long that the words that were starting to lose their meaning.

“What if it isn’t?” You pulled back to look at him, your eyebrows furrowed. Eddie reached up and pushed down on the crease between your eyebrows, something that started as a joke, but now it helped calm you down.

“But what if it is?” He pulled you to his chest and you couldn’t help but rest your head against his shoulder. He turned his head and pressed another gentle kiss to your forehead.

You knew that he was just being optimistic, but you had done this whole thing so many times before with no results so you were starting to lose hope. You knew that there was a possibility that it could be what you were hoping for, but you just didn’t have it in you so Eddie was going to have to be hopeful enough for the two of you.

Eddie hated seeing you like that. You had been depressed with all your failed attempts and it had been taking a toll on you mentally. He immediately noticed that the normal light you had to you had disappeared and had even suggested that the two of you take a break from trying, but you insisted. You just wanted to take one last gamble and now here you were, hoping that you were successful.

Eddie’s home, Brooklyn, 1991

As expected, you and Eddie went on a second date after your very successful first. He didn’t even have to ask you to be his girlfriend, it was just understood that you were together and in the way he introduced you as such to his bandmates. You loved the way the word rolled off his lips and the way he smiled when he said it.

After a few weeks of being attached at the hip, he approached you with a key to his house since you had spent so much time there. He thought it was only right that you could come and go as you pleased even if he wasn’t there. So you spent any spare moment there, taking no time to make yourself at home with your own belongings and decorations. You could see yourself living there even though you already practically were. So that prompted Eddie to drunkenly suggest that you move in with him.

You didn’t care how quickly your relationship had been progressing, you were the happiest you had ever been and you had Eddie to thank for that. He had been the light at the end of the tunnel you had been in for far too long and despite your relationship insecurity, you knew that you deserved him. You deserved someone who brought you flowers just because they thought you would like them. You deserved someone who would take you on dates to places that he thought you would like.

You moved in the next day and you spent the next few unpacking, laughing, and sharing plenty of kisses while Eddie blasted different metal records so you didn’t have to work in silence. It was like you were meant to be there with the second sink in the bathroom and the empty side of the closet that Eddie had insisted that he didn’t clean out for you, even though it was very obvious that he did because of how his clothes were smushed together, no space between the items. The man definitely had more clothes than you did.

The two of you were snuggled up in your bed, both ready to go to sleep. Well, as far as being dressed for it. It always took the two of you a long time to actually go to sleep because things would either get too heated or you were both laughing at things that definitely stupid. This was a night that was filled with giggles. You had to be up early for work but Eddie had some time off so he was only enabling you. You really should have been asleep since it was after midnight, but there you were, laughing your heads off at the stupidest jokes that only the two of you found funny.

“Eds,” you giggled. You were straddling his waist and had his arms pinned to the bed. He knew he wasn’t going to get lucky since he had kept you up doing that exact thing the night before, causing you sleep in and be late for work. It been the first time you had been late like that, but you weren’t trying to make a habit of it. “We have to go to sleep. I have to be up at six and you know that.”

“One more kiss.” This was always his trick and you weren’t going to fall for it this time. No matter how inviting his lips looked. No matter how easy it had been to convince you in the past.

“Not tonight,” you shook your head and tried to roll off of him, but his grip on your thighs tightened so you couldn’t move.

“You’re mean,” he pouted and you just laughed. He was always so dramatic.

“And you’re a baby,” you shook your head.

“I’m your baby,” he correct and you resisted the urge to throw up.

“Ew gross,” you rolled off of him and laid by his side. “Not tonight you’re not.”

“Mean,” he stuck his tongue out at you. Real mature.

“Yes, I’m so mean because I want to go to sleep.” Eddie wasn’t really mad at you, he just liked to get under your skin. He liked to say things he knew would make you mad but not enough to actually upset you.

“I’m just kidding, sweetheart,” he rested a hand on your cheek, rubbing it with the pad of his thumb. “Let’s get some rest.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to his chest. Yours went to his middle and you tangled your legs with his. It was what you did every night and you always looked forward to it. You never would have pegged Eddie as the kind of guy who liked to cuddle, but he loved it. He loved snuggling up with you after a long day of recording to watch a show or a movie. His favorite place to be was right there in your arms.

Your home, Staten Island, 1994

“Let me at least see the timer, Eddie,” you begged. Eddie just shook his head, letting out a sigh.

“No, honey. You know how you get with a countdown.” You tried to stand up to see it, but Eddie just pulled you back down into his lap. “Angel,” he said with a warning. “You’re just stressing yourself out.” He rested his hands on your cheeks and forced you to look up at him. “No matter what it says, you know that I’ll still love you, right?”

“Of course I do.” You rolled your eyes. You couldn’t believe he was even asking you that. He had loved you when you were at your happiest and he had loved you when you had fallen into your deepest depression. He was never going to leave your side no matter what you were going through.

“Good,” he pulled you in for a sweet kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss and Eddie chased your lips when you parted, pulling you back in.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He said the words with such sincerity that you felt tears welling up in your eyes. He was always saying things that managed to either render you speechless or make you teary.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me too.” He pulled you in for one more kiss then rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. You closed yours too and took his hands in yours. His thumb ran over the ring on your finger and you two looked down at it, both smiling at what it represented.

Your home, Brooklyn, 1992

The house was empty when you entered it, Eddie nowhere to be found. He was usually home by that time so you wondered where he had been. You went to check the answering machine but there was nothing there either. You checked in the living room and the couch that he was usually lying on was empty. You checked the bathroom to see if he was in the shower and you had no luck there either.

You finally entered the bedroom and surprise, surprise, he wasn’t there. You tried not to panic, but you couldn’t help it. This was so unlike him. You took some deep breaths to try to calm yourself down. Your boyfriend was missing and you had no way of contacting him. You were going to have to wait for him to get back. If he got back. You then remembered that you both had gotten pagers for moments just like this.

You sat on the bed and took out your pager to send him a message. You waited a few seconds only to hear a beeping sound coming from somewhere inside the room. You looked around and noticed that it was the loudest when you stood by Eddie’s nightstand. You opened the top drawer and there was his pager along with the other cluttered things like his journal and few cigarette cartons and a ring box. A ring box? Where had he gotten that and what was in it?

You knew you shouldn’t have snooped, but you couldn’t help it. Eddie wouldn’t have cared anyway. What was his was yours. You had to know what was in the box. Curiosity was eating at you so you slowly reached for the box. You opened it and sitting inside was the most beautiful ring you had ever laid your eyes on. It was a silver band with a beautiful diamond in the center. It must have cost Eddie a fortune and you wondered just how much money he had dropped on it. When had he bought it? When had he planned on proposing?

“Whatcha got there?” You turned and there was Eddie, propped up in the doorway, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. He looked pretty happy for having just caught you going through his belongings.

“Nothing.” You hid the ring behind your back even though he had already seen it.

“So you found it, huh?” There was hint of humor in his voice but you couldn’t help but feel like he was still mad at you.

“I didn’t mean to. I was trying to page you since you weren’t here and-“

“Hey,” he set the flowers on the bedside table and reached for you. He rested his hands on your shoulders, giving them a squeeze. “I’m not mad at you. In fact, I’m glad you found it. I’ve been wanting to propose to you for weeks but I couldn’t find the perfect moment.”

“Sorry I ruined it.” Eddie hasn’t thought you ruined anything. He was actually hoping you’d find it so he could finally get the balls to ask you.

“You didn’t ruin it, honey,” he shook his head with a laugh. “There wasn’t a moment to begin with.” You pressed a kiss to his lips smiling against them, thinking about the velvet box in your hand. He smiled as well, wrapping his arms around your neck, pulling you even closer to him.

“You want to marry me.” You were grinning and it only made the statement more true. He wanted to see that smile every single day of the rest of his life.

“Yes I do. I want to marry you so bad.” He was practically begging you and it made you want to agree even more.

“Then marry me.” His face lit up at your words and it was the cutest thing.

“So that’s a yes?” You couldn’t believe that he even had to ask. If he hadn’t, you sure would have.

“That’s a fuck yes.” He was quick to pull you into a kiss then pressed a few more all over your face. You let out a laugh as he did so, only making him do it even more. Your giggles were infectious that he couldn’t help but laugh as well.

Your home, Staten Island, 1994

The timer went off and your heart rate accelerated as Eddie got up to turn it off. He then sat back on the floor and gathered you up in his arms. He was ready to see the results but he knew you weren’t so he was going to hold you as long as you liked.

You looked up at him and he could see your face getting pale. It was as if you had just seen a ghost. There was so much riding on the situation and you were so nervous that you almost didn’t want to know.

Eddie on the other hand, couldn’t have been more excited to see what the results were. He had a feeling that it was going to be positive and was trying to fight back a smile thinking about. How you were going to celebrate. How you were going to tell your friends and family. He was just so fucking excited for his future with you.

Central Park, New York City, 1993

You stared at yourself in the mirror as your hair was being styled. Your makeup had already been done and you had to admit that you had outdone yourself. It was the best work you had ever done.

You watched your mother help the girls with their outfits through the mirror and your heart warmed at how well she got along with them. You hadn’t wanted a bridal party, but the girls still wanted to be in the room with you while you got ready for your big day. They were all smiles and were all talking about how excited they were for you to take the next chapter in your life.

You weren’t nearly as nervous as you thought you’d be on your wedding day. In fact, you weren’t nervous at all. You were so excited. Excited to marry the man that you loved. Excited to see him up there in his tuxedo and the inevitable tears that were going to fall when he saw you.

Once you got your finishing touches from the girls, they exited the tent to head to their seats. It was then that it was your turn to walk down the aisle. You decided to walk by yourself, insisting that your father sit, and headed down the aisle as your small audience stood for you and the music began to play.

You walked slowly, trying your very hardest to not step on your dress. You looked at Eddie and both of you stared at each other in shock. You had never seen him in a suit considering his very low-key style was and the look really worked for him. His hair was pulled back into a loose bun, some strands hanging around his face that had fallen out. His hands were locked together and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

Eddie had always thought you were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on, but seeing you in that moment, really solidified it for him. Your dress hugged you in all the right places and your veil had hung so gracefully around you.

You got to the alter and you didn’t miss the misty look in Eddie’s eyes. Seeing him cry made you tear up as well, which always seemed to happen when you saw other people cry.

Eddie was quick to hold you by your hands and you stared at him, admiring the way that the sunlight made his dark brown eyes seem lighter. That was your favorite feature of his. You loved how expressive they were. That little twinkle that was always there unless he was talking about something serious. That was always his telltale sign that he was being truthful.

You could hear the officiant speaking, but you couldn’t quite make out what he was saying. You were too focused on Eddie and his pretty face. Just by looking into his eyes, you could perfectly imagine your life together. You had still wanted the dog and kids and the cute house with the picket fence and Eddie was more than willing to give those things to you.

Eddie hadn’t been paying attention either. He was also imaging his future with you and it was the exact same as yours. He could imagine your children running into your bedroom to wake you up. The two of them shamelessly getting into the bed with you, the dog not far behind. You’d all then go to the kitchen and you’d make the kids breakfast because Eddie couldn’t cook to save his life. And he’d watch you as he drank his coffee, wondering how the fuck he got so lucky to have you in his life.

You put your rings on each other’s fingers and Eddie found himself staring at his. If anyone had told him three years prior that he’d be getting married, he would have laughed in their face. That was never in the cards. First of all, until he had gotten famous, barely anyone had spared him a second glance. He couldn’t see himself with anyone and that was the way he liked it.

But then you had come into the picture. You were beautiful and smart and clever and you liked him. Out of all the men you could’ve had in The Ruby Room, you chose him. He was the one you made out with in the bathroom. He was the one who got to take you home and did things to you in that hotel room that made you feel more pleasure than anyone else had. You had chosen him and he couldn’t have been more grateful.

“You may now kiss the bride.” Eddie didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled you into his arms and planted one on you. He tried his hardest to keep it PG since you had an audience even though he really wanted to stick his tongue in your mouth. He was just going to have to save that for the honeymoon.

Your home, Staten Island, 1994

Eddie and you were still on the floor of the bathroom, the test still sitting on the counter unread by either of you. It was too scary. You had been trying to have a baby for close to a year and with the not missed periods, timing the sex just right, and the multiple doctors visits, it was taking a toll on your mental health.

The doctors had told you that because of the shape of your uterus, it was going to be difficult, but not impossible to get pregnant. And if you did get pregnant, it still had a high chance of being a very healthy baby.

You tried to be happy, you really did. But you couldn’t help like it was all your fault. Eddie had done everything right and even after multiple attempts, you still hadn’t gotten pregnant. That very much sounded like your fault to you. The doctors had told you that there was nothing wrong with you and that sometimes it just takes a few tries. Well, how many tries was it going to take?

You stood up from the floor and turned your back to Eddie, covering your face with your hands. He was going to have to read it because looking at yet another test and seeing the negative sign was just going to make you sick.

“You read it. I can’t look at it.” Eddie slowly stood and stared at you, feeling his heart break at how tired you seemed.

“Are you sure?” He wanted to be absolutely positive. He knew how quick you were to change your mind sometimes.

“Yes, please. Just do it.” Eddie moved to the counter and picked up the test, holding it delicately in his hands like he thought it was going to break.

His heart raced as he looked down at the little window to see the results. Right there smack dab in the middle was a pink little plus sign. He slowly looked up at you, trying to hide the grin on his face, but failing. Your back was still to him, your hands still covering your eyes.

“Honey, can you look at me for a second?” You ignored him, your chest getting tighter, your anxiety at an all time high.

“Honey, please. Need to see that pretty face.” He rested a hand on your shoulder and you slowly turned to face him, removing your hands from your face. You were looking down at your feet, afraid to look up at him, afraid to finally know if you were pregnant or not. Eddie hooked his finger under your chin and forced you to look up at him. He held the test up for you to see, a huge grin on his face as he did it.

“Angel, it’s positive,” he told you and you quickly took the test from him, wanting to see for yourself. Sure enough, there was the little plus sign staring back at you. You really are pregnant. It wasn’t the dream you had been having since you had started trying.

“We’re gonna have a baby,” you said in shock, your eyes wide. You almost couldn’t believe it, but false positives weren’t very common so it had to be true.

“We’re gonna have a baby,” Eddie replied, pulling you into a hug. You found yourself tearing up and Eddie wasn’t far behind. You both had wanted this baby so badly and now you got it. They were years of pure joy.

Eddie pulled back to look at you and couldn’t help but pull you in for a kiss. You couldn’t keep your smiles off your face as you did so, your teeth constantly knocking together. But that didn’t matter. You were just too happy that you couldn’t stand it.

Eddie reluctantly pulled away from you and took you by the hand, pulling you into the bedroom. He went through his drawers clearly looking for something and stopped when he pulled out your Polaroid camera. He stood next to you and pointed the camera at your faces, making sure that the test was in the shot. You both grinned and he snapped the photo, waiting for it to print.

He set the picture on his bedside table and sat down on the bed, pulling you to him. He lifted your shirt and rest his hands on your stomach, tears welling up in his eyes again. You rested your hands on top of his and look down at him, knowing that he was going to be a great fucking dad.

He pressed featherlight kisses to your stomach, wanting the little one to know just how much it was going to be loved by the two of you. Especially you. You had been wanting this baby for so long and the fact that you were actually going to have it was a goddamn miracle.

Once the Polaroid was developed, Eddie grabbed and pulled you to the kitchen, the two of you practically running because of how fast Eddie was going. You got to the fridge that was littered with different Polaroids you had taken over the years. You and Eddie at that Halloween party all those years ago. Sheila had insisted that you have it considering how much it had meant to you. You and Eddie snuggled up in your bed, looking at each other with so much love. You and Eddie on your wedding day, sharing your first kiss as a married couple. And now the one of you and Eddie holding the pregnancy test already looking like proud parents.

Eddie stood behind you and rested his hands on your stomach as you looked at the photos of the life that you had created together. Unconventional, maybe, but it was still beautiful. All the moments you shared together that were frozen in time forever. You could look at them anytime you wanted. And you’d have your kids up there as well. By the time they grew up, you’d need an entirely different space to hold the photos.

Eddie turned you around to face him and pulled you in for another kiss, this one deeper than this others. This was one where he was pouring out his love for you. And goddamn did he love you so much. He then reached around you to grab the phone so you could tell your parents and Wayne that you had some very good news.

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Green first aid kit - Billy Hargrove x plus size reader

Summary: Back at school you find Billy worse for wear.

Trigger warning: This part does mention Billy's abuse and him having an injury from a fight, the fight isn't described or shown though.

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Come Monday morning Billy Hargrove wasn’t at first period History sitting near you passing notes, neither was he hanging around before class waiting for you with a big grin, nor was he slipping in after the teacher had left so he can talk to you, he was nowhere to be found at all.

Deep down you wished for him to be hiding near your locker in between the small nook where a fire extinguisher and fire alarm sits, him dressed in his denim jacket, his hair fluffy and curled. He would come up with a reason why he wasn’t there, something along the lines of hating your history teacher with all his heart or sleeping in late and missing most of the lesson. But no, when you rushed over to your locker he wasn’t there, he wasn’t anywhere.

He wasn’t in for the whole day, you knew for sure for you overheard a cheerleader bitching about it like she was entitled to flirt with Billy, like he was expected to come to school every day to flirt with only her.

To think you wore a nice peach sun dress to school just so maybe he’d see you and call you princess again.

So the next day you’re uncharacteristically angsty, every second your eyes flicking to the clock above the chalk board then to the nearest door wondering if he’d walk in all smirks and no apologies. Normally you love second period English Literature but you're too fidgety to listen in to your teacher talk about Shakespeare and sonnets, the Tuesday morning classes dragging on too long.

You are leaned into the small desks more than normal, the wood of the table pressing into your stomach more, your mind stuck on Billy fucking Hargrove’s face and not on the bold writing on the board that states you have homework due in next week.

Truly you would be lying to yourself if you said last night you didn’t have a dream of Billy, that the dream felt so real that you worried somehow it was and that something terrible had happened whilst you were sleeping. It’s stupid and frankly untrue having such a vivid dream about waking up at the bottom of a swimming pool only to be saved by Billy, the sky a dark purple, the grass coloured like burnt ash and Billy looking like the living dead could never be true.

Well you hope it never does.

If you were one of those zodiac sign, gem stone collector, ‘what time where you born?’ women then maybe you could deduce a meaning from the dream but really you’re too tired and too on edge to think up one.

Maybe you’ll ask a stoner friend about the dream’s meaning, minus mentioning Billy, then maybe you can get some answers about it.

Lunch time comes along and you feel too sick to eat any cafeteria food, so with a brief ‘goodbye’ to your small group of friends paired with a weak excuse to ditch gossip time you hurry out the double doors of the cafeteria, down the many hallways and out the nearest exit only your purse in your pockets.

Technically it’s still summer but the impending autumn winds are slowly coming in, a warm gust of air jostling your baggy jeans, bits of white thread from the rips at your knees and on the inside of your thigh blowing upwards, the sleeves to your t-shirt whipping around your chubby upper arms. Really your outfit today is the bare minimum, you’re trying to look like you’re not having a bad day, a stark opposite to yesterday’s dressed up outfit. The thigh hole in your ancient jeans are from years chub rub and the holes in the knees from before you hit puberty, younger you having to buy bigger sized jeans from the adult section thus tripping over the bottoms of them every five minutes for you were a middle schooler who hadn’t had a growth spurt yet.

The joys of being plus size am I right…

For a moment you wonder if you can sneak out and find the nearest shop to get a snack, you’re used to walking long walks in short amount of time, most days you do that because you don’t own a car. You could really go for some overly sugary candy from a gas station or a pre-packaged baguette (which you’d only eat half of, the rest of it getting crammed into your locker for later on), anything other than the grey school lunch burgers with watery ketchup or stale vending machine crisps that coast too much.

Like always there’s a decision to be made; walk to the nearest shop most certainly being late for maths after lunch or just take a breather outside on an empty stomach, not being late for the next class.

Whilst some would call you a goody two shoes for always being in all your classes, the overwhelming feeling of dread, that feeling of hunger mixed with the sickness that comes with not wanting to walk back into the school building until you feel better takes over you. Everyone gets it one way or another, the people who are too worried about attendance tend to stay in the classrooms until they explode and break down while others frequently skive off school opting to smoking weed and kiss girls to chill out. You’re of sound mind and sound idea that calming down before heading back inside is the best course of action, maybe even touching some grass will get you mind off Billy Hargrove and maybe quell the gargling nervousness in your stomach.

But then again you need to eat, that and you fucking hate maths.

So it’s decided that you’re going to the shops, the walk and food will make you feel better in no time!

Scuffed shoes pick up gravel as you walk across to the car park, a hand digging into a pocket to make sure your purse is securely in place. You’re in no rush however you do dodge around the many parked cars in a certain way to make sure no teachers see you sneaking away, not that they’d really care all that much but there’s always that one teacher who likes to snitch on students.

You walk pass familiar cars of classmates, narrowly avoiding eye contact with a band kid you know inside his car trying to make moves on his girlfriend. You clamber up and onto the grass nearing an exit to the school, hands in your pockets and eyes looking out for moving cars.

The sun shines on the exit like a place maker in a video game, so you speed up your steps to get out as fast as you can not wanting to explain to any faculty why you’re sneaking out but then you see it.

Parked underneath some over grown trees, shielded by chunky pickup trucks and station wagons borrowed from parents is a car so familiar that it makes you stop mid step. The grey 79 Camaro sits dormant and shaded, from where you stand you can see the driver’s sun visor flipped down and the car is completely turned off, the engine not revving or spluttering.

Now the right thing to do is just to carry on your walk not going over there to see if it’s actually Billy’s 79 Camaro and not somehow another Camaro some jock copying Billy has bought to seem cool but you’ve been worrying about the ‘king’ of the school for the last two days so you shift your step and head over to the low down car.

*Tap* *Tap* Tap*

You lean over somewhat, the bumper of the car pressing into your legs as you tap the wind shield of the car, a very asleep Billy Hargrove in the front seat. His denim jacket covers his face from beams of sunlight that cut through the trees through the front window, his hands balanced on his toned stomached, fingers knitted together.

You shimmy around to the driver’s side squishing in between his Camaro and the truck next to it tapping on the side window.

“Billy.” you call quietly not wanting to blow your cover to anyone else sitting in their car. You look around before banging the window some more, your knuckles hurting just a bit as you knock on the thick glass.

“Billy!” whisper shouting isn’t doing it, “BILLY!”

Your voice turns stern but almost needy, the fear in your head that someone might catch you and drag you away ever present as you bend down slightly so you’re at eye level with the sleeping man. Your body presses against the other car, your face turning sour as you stop knocking.

Stepping out from the cars, still close but no longer trying to wake up Billy, you debate whether or not you should leave a note or something like him.

You frown at the idea, firstly because you only have a purse on you but also because what would you write to him if you did have a piece of paper and a pen?

“Hey, you missed history – (y/n).” no, he never promised that he would be there, you just assumed he would be.

“Sleepy head see you at the pool. – (y/n).” no, no, no. You don’t want to seem weird, you don’t want him to think that you’re planning on going back to the pool on the weekend just for him. Anyway you have work this weekend so it’s not like you could go either way.

Maybe you could just leave you home phone…. Fucking hell no, that’s the worst idea you’ve had yet.

Really when you saw Billy’s car you didn’t go other there to flirt, really you’re just worried. Whilst your interactions with the Cali man have been all positive as of late you’ve heard things, you’ve seen the things his so called ‘friends’ do, you’ve seen his dad around town and you keep clear of him.

The family members you live with have told you about Neil Hargrove and well you do not like the sound of him one bit.

You hover around still wondering what to do before spinning around and walking away from the car, your plan to get food foiled, the frown on your face now permanent for you know you’ve wasted enough time banging on the car window that you can’t go to the shop without missing maths.

“Fuck!” you mutter, your eyes going back to the Camaro.

Now sat up, jacket off his face, his eye wide and staring right back at you, Billy Hargrove looks out of place, no thoughts in his head, not like the normal smirking flirt you’ve come to know. You raise a hand to give him a little wave which snaps him out of his momentary mind blank. He lifts a hand up back which prompts you to walk back over.

“Roll the widow down.” you say with a little hand gesture once you get to the car.

He does so.

There staring up at you with the eyes of a scared child, his baby blues so watery and wide that they look like the sad sea, his left eyelid a deep purple bruise.

His left eye must have been swollen shut at one point for his eyelid is still a bit droopy.

“Billy…”

You don’t intend your voice to be so wobbly when you say his name, your own (e/c) eyes watering up but your voice wavers and your eyes fill with salty water.

“I’m fine princess.” he barely gets out, “Just lost a fight Sunday night, that’s all.”

Fuck. You don’t want him calling you princess when he’s so sad. You selfishly want him calling you princess when his eyes are filled with mischief or even lust, not when he’s about to burst into tears.

He must think you’re pitying him for he looks away his forehead hitting the top of the steering wheel.

“Billy-“ his eyes flicker to yours, his curly blonde hair half covering the side of his face, “- I was going to walk to the shops but-“

You try to think of how to say your next words without sounding like you’re demanding a free lift from the obviously dejected man in front of you.

“-Do you want to come with me? I, well, we can share some food.”

He nods his head ‘yes’.

You don’t have a lot of money, that is clear, but today you have enough loose coins and crunched up dollar notes to pay for the things you need.

You enter the small out the way shop, the bell above the door stuck and not ringing. The shop used to be a petrol station before the chain company that owned it went bankrupt, now it’s just a shop with the worst painted parking lines you’ve ever seen.

The man behind the till tilts his head up from his newspaper, his puffy eyes staring you down as you shuffle past a rack of crisps into an aisle filled with cupboard food. The metal shelves that tower above you are packed with every kind of dry food you’d ever need. Your eyes flicker from boxed yellow pastas to dusty lidded jars of red unnamed sauces. You move along, wallet tightly in your hands as you walk down the aisle to the very back of the shop where the wall to ceiling freezers and fridges sit. For a moment you look in the freezer a frozen mac n’ cheese catching your eyes.

Whilst the family you live with do cook the odd meal for you most of the time they’re out the house so you have to cook for yourself and well, the fridge-freezer at home is very much empty at the moment. There is probably some stuff in the cupboards but normally you don’t bother with that food for the last time you ate some cupboard food (some half stale frosted flakes) you were yelled at.

It would be nice to have a warm meal tonight, even if it’s a microwave meal, but you have to go back to school and having a frozen ready meal in your bag does not sound like a good idea. You cringe at the thought of the flimsy plastic getting pierced by a rouge pencil and spilling throughout your bag.

Ew, no thank you!

Instead you walk over to the fridges filled with soft drinks.

Up close you can tell the fridges aren’t actually on, the little orange filament lights off and the drinks bone dry. It doesn’t bother you that much, you’re only planning on getting some drinks and not a whole meal of probably gone off food. Anyway, from working at shop yourself you’ve seen much worse things, you just glad that there isn’t any fuzzy mould on the bottle caps.

Quickly you open the sliding door and take out a boxed grape juice and a bottled flavoured water, the inked words ‘summer fruits’ smudged. You would love to have a milkshake right about now but you stay away from the milks on the bottom shelf, you face scrunching up in disgust.

You walk around the shop some more, not caring for any of the junk being sold. You do however find yourself at the sweets section. The little shelf is filled to the brim with colourful candy and plastic junk toys, everything from chocolate bars to lollypops shaped like diamond rings.

A small packet of hard boiled sweets catches your eyes, the red and white striped plastic bag reminiscent of the paper bags at fun fairs or cinema pick n’ mixes, the little clear window showing individually wrapped sweets in every colour known to man.

A yellowed price sticker sloppily placed over the logo says it’s only a dollar fifty so you pick the bag up to buy. You shove the bag between your fingers and the drinks, you other hand free with your wallet lodged between your arm and chest.

Slowly but surely, your eyes flickering all around to see if you’ve missed anything you might want as you arrive to the front counter.

The front counter is high up, a thick plastic pane with hand prints and unknown splashes of stuff shielding the man and the shelf filled with cigarettes from grabby hands and angry eyes of disgruntled customers. There’s a big enough a hole in the plastic that the man, a forty something year old with red irritated eyes and a bold spot a monk would be jealous of, can look at you with judging eyes whilst scanning your items.

“You better not want any alcohol Miss.” says the man. Despite his less than stellar looks he sounds more sad and fed up than judgemental or creepy, he probably get too many teenagers with fake ID’s coming in along with out of towners with visible guns on their hip.

“No alcohol just these-“ you say with an awkward smile, “-oh, but um is that for sale?”

Your eyes catch onto a flash of green hung sat snug in between a giant jug of vodka and a line of off brand cold remedies.

It’s a small first aid kit.

You point to it hoping that your finger isn’t pointing to the vodka.

“The first aid kit, yeah, it is.”

“How much?”

The man says the price making you visibly frown. The price isn’t much considering it’s a first aid kit but you’re not sure you have the right amount for it.

“I’ll take it.” you say as you place your items down and begin taking out handfuls of coins.

You know you are a dollar short as you recount your crumpled dollar bills. You look up to see that the man has already bagged your stuff including the first aid kit.

“I might have to put something back.” you sheepishly say.

“Nah, have it.” He passes you the bag, “If you’re needing a first aid kit then you’re needing it, you know? I don’t want anyone bleeding out because you were a dollar short and didn’t have it.”

“Thank you.” you’re really at a loss for words but you get you thanks out.

“I don’t own this place anyway, I only work here.” he says with the smirk of a man who often nicks a pack of smokes off the back shelf without the shop owner knowing.

You talk some more before walking out the shop, the pack of sweets already in hand, your fingers digging into the bag to find a sweet that isn’t strawberry flavoured. As soon as you pull out a bright green sweet you look up to see a pair of red rimmed steely blue eyes staring right at you.

Billy, eyes wide like a deer in the middle of a road watches intently as you walk over to his 79 Camaro (which is parked somewhat awkwardly in the wobbly lines of the parking space.) The car is parked close to the shop, right at the front of it in fact and ever since you were in the shop his gaze has been locked on the front door for the shop windows are covered in posters and adverts blocking any view of you inside he could have had.

For ten minutes Billy has been frozen still waiting for you to reappear so he can finally let out a long breath. He looks like he hasn’t blinked in the short time you were inside, his baby blues watery, the welling of tears threatening to spill once more.

“Want one?” you ask as you slide into the passenger seat, the bag of sweets shoved on the centre console closer to Billy.

Billy does not say anything, he just breathes like he just run a mile his chest heaving as large amounts of air enter his lungs.

“Billy?” you ponder, your voice small and quiet, “Billy.”

His eyes snap onto yours. For a moment you see something, a glimmer of fear maybe, in his eyes before his face droops.

“Hey, hey, hey-“ you begin, your body leaning over the centre console, hands grasping onto his arms as lightly as you can, “- you’re ok, I’m not going to hurt you.”

He looks like a wounded animal.

“Billy-“ you go to say something, something that probably wouldn’t help in the long run but something so he can hear you over his very present running mind.

Before you can though his right hand shoots up and grabs your forearm, his digits digging into your soft skin.

He doesn’t know if he wants your hands off him or if he’s forcing you not to move. Billy thinks for a long time his fingers flexing and relaxing but not letting go of your arm before said hand grabs at your own hand, his longer thicker fingers intertwining with yours in a death grip.

With you other hand, which you quickly take off his arm, you rifle through your plastic bag and pull out the two drinks along with the little first aid box.

“Here, take ‘um.” With your fingers aching from clutching three things at once Billy eventually takes the drinks and the first aid kit, his eye focusing on the first aid kit especially, “I have no clue what’s in the kit but I thought you could keep it in the car if you got in another fight…”

“…How do you know it was a fight?”

“Bruises that big don’t come from bumping into corners or falling down stairs.” you should know, you’ve bumped into many table corners and tripped down the stairs too many times to count and you’ve never gotten an injury that big and angry.

The car goes silent for a while the only sounds of you trying to quietly crunch the sweets and Billy unzipping the first aid kit to look inside it. There’s the normal inside; plasters that are an odd pale peach colour, gauze and safety pins, a couple individually wrapped antiseptic wipes, old yellowing instructions printed on thin paper and a small gel compress to help with swelling and aches.

“Thank you.” Billy whispers, his hands now clutching at the green first aid kit rather than your hand.

His eyes are trained down on the cross adoring the kit, the two drinks on his lap long forgotten.

“I-I know that home life ain’t that good-“ you start, not knowing exactly where you’re going with the conversation, “- but I’m here for you.“

“You don’t know what’s going on princess, you can’t help.” Billy says now looking at you.

“But I know about your dad, that’s how you got that isn’t it?” you vaguely point to his bruised eyes.

His eyes flicker away from yours giving you the answer you didn’t want but already knew.

“I don’t know much Billy-“ you duck down to catch his eyes, a small smile forming on your pretty face, “- but I do know that I wouldn’t piss on him if he was on fire because men like him wouldn’t even say thank after saving them, they’d just carry on like normal hurting and breaking everything in their way.”

Billy would have smirked at your words but his eyes have gone too wide in shock.

“Why don’t we skip maths hey?” you ask grabbing his hand in a warm but tight grip.

“Sure princess.” He finally replies with a small smile.

A/N: If you want a part four please send in an ask rather than commenting for another part, this is just because asks are an easier way for me to track requests. Comments are still welcomed and requests are open!

#not proof read #billy hargrove x plus size reader #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove #stranger things x reader #stranger things x plus size reader #stranger things #plus size reader #x plus size reader

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luwritesomething · 1 year

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hi!! i'm not sure if you'd be comfortable with this, but would you be able to do something with billy loomis x reader where the reader is possibly plus sized and has old sh scars? if you're not comfortable with the last part i understand.

Billy Loomis x Reader: draw stars around my scars

Warnings: Swearing (probably), self-harm topics, self-harm scars, reader did self-harm but now is better, bad reaction at first, PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THESE TOPICS ARE GOING TO TRIGGER YOU.

Tags: healing, reader can be read as plus size, reader has stretch marks, reader has self-harm scars, projecting heavily

Reader pronouns: Non stated.

Word count: 1122

Summary: Billy sees Reader's self harm scars for the first time, on accident.

Author’s note: hi, thank you for requesting! this was healing to write, to be honest. as someone who dealt with self-harm for very long years, all i can say is that it does get better, you have to believe for a better way out for yourself and be very focused on your goal on staying clean. no one deserves to hurt themselves, i promise. if any of you reading this is at a very bad moment, if you self-harm, please know that my inbox and dms are always open for you to rant, even if we've never ever talked before. you can send whatever you want, do it with anonimity if you want through my inbox. but please, know that you're not alone. please, you need to do your best to get help, and if you can't, you must believe in yourself.

i never got help, and i'm still here, and honestly, i thought i would have ended all of this more than two years ago. please, please, stay strong. find your passion, stick to it. i'm leaving this my chemical romance song, because they really got me through my worst times, and the lyric "I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scars. Give a cheer for all the broken. Listen here, because it's who we are." really resonated with me and made me believe there was more than hurt. i'm always here for you <3

criticism, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! requests are open, especially for scream! hit that anon button and tell me your ideas. in the scream fandom, i write for billy loomis, stu macher, randy meeks, tatum riley, sidney prescott, mickey altieri, kirby reid, chad meeks martin, mindy meeks martin, tara carpenter, anika kayoko and laura crane.

Having Billy over wasn’t weird, in fact, you had grown so used to him sleeping around and staying until very late hours in your bedroom, that not having him there sometimes got lonely and awkward. You didn’t know much about the situation between his parents other than they had been fighting a lot lately, but that was enough, and you didn’t need to know more to offer a place for him to stay.

That night, you had just come out of the shower with the warm towel around your body when you heard some sounds outside your window. They were the kind of sounds stones made against wood, the kind of sounds Billy made to let you know he was outside, but you still got closer to the window to check if it was him. You saw him outside, with his denim jacket closed around his torso and his hand holding little stones he had gathered around your garden, waiting for you. When he saw you, he waved slowly and gestured to the window, for you to open it.

Making him a sign to wait, you stepped away from the window and hurried to put some clothes on before opening the window for him to climb and enter your bedroom. You settled for a simple t-shirt and cotton shorts, leaving the towel on top of your bed so you could finally let him enter.

Once you opened the window, you stepped back knowing he would climb up without any difficulty — he had really grown to master the art of climbing through your window. Billy was fast, and no longer holding the stones since you had finally realized he was outside, he appeared by your window and jumped inside with ease.

“I’ve been outside for fifteen minutes.” He grunted as he cleaned his palms against his jeans, then pushed the rebel strands of his black hair away from his eyes.

“I was showering, I didn’t hear you.”

That made him look up, that little but still sweet smile of his appearing in his lips because God, did he like being with you — and it disappeared when his eyes landed on a particular place on your thighs, and you knew what he was looking at as soon as his eyes snapped back onto yours, something close to rage filling them up.

You had always been so careful hiding your scars. Lately, it was more because of not wanting to have difficult and awkward conversations and not because of being a constant in your life — the self-harming had stopped some time ago already, you had outgrown it, realizing that hurting yourself was something that you did not deserve. The scars were tricky to see, considering they were placed high on your thighs, and even if you wore regular shorts they were almost impossible to see, but these cotton shorts were shorter than usual.

“Billy—”

“Tell me you’re not doing any of that shit to yourself.” He demanded, and his voice sounded as cold as ice, as hard as steel. Billy wasn’t going easy on this, and you didn’t expect less out of him.

“It was a long time ago.” You said, your voice remaining calm. It was for a few seconds, but your eyes followed him in the path to your thighs, to the scars matching the stretch marks. They were part of you now. “I’m alright now.”

The breath that Billy let out was shaky, which surprised you. He got a step closer to you, then regretted and backed away slightly. You knew his eyes were now scanning your arms, and you knew that, if he looked hard enough, he could also see the ones there — that, or you were the only one who could see the invisible traces the razor had carved into your skin in your worst moments, which was also possible. Some sights were impossible to forget.

“You are okay?” Billy asked softly, with a reason to doubt you. You had been dating him for months, being friends for years, but you still hadn’t told him — you had let him figure it out, by accident.

You nodded. “I promise. I am. I’m clean, I’ve been clean for more than a year.”

Billy nodded slowly, almost like he wasn’t paying attention — but you knew he was. His steps were quick when he walked towards you and pulled you into a swift, loose hug, his chin resting on your shoulder. You closed your eyes and wrapped your arms tight around him. You wished you could go back and show that moment to your past self, as a promise that everything would work out, that you deserved better.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked in a whisper, and if you didn’t know him better, you could have sworn his voice was strained with emotion. It was. “I could’ve… fuck. Don’t ever do that again, please.”

“I know, I know, it was just…” You shook your head and let yourself hug him a little bit tighter. “It was difficult, bad timing and all… I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry I wasn’t there—”

“Billy, it’s not your fault.”

Billy pulled back slightly from you, looking into your eyes in earnest. “It’s not yours either.”

You smiled softly, and caressed his cheek with tenderness written all over your face. You hadn’t loved anyone more in your whole life. “I know.” You said, nodding your head, and it was true.

Billy watched you again, carefully, from head to toe, and only closed his eyes once he convinced himself that you were alright. It wasn’t something violent to see, it was calming — his worry for you, although at first rather rough and unmoving, healed the open wounds in you that always tried to lead you back into your old ways. The sickness of the addiction had been the worst, wanting to stay clean but slumping again, and again and again, but you were better now. You should have believed when you had heard that things would get better.

In silence, Billy pointed at your bed with his head, as his hand slid into yours firmly but softly. You only nodded, and put the towel away before you two slid into your covers. His hand wrapped around your hips, and it took you a little to realize that his fingers were deftly tracing your scars around, small tickles caressing your skin.

“I’m okay.” You muttered with a little smile on your lips, looking up to him.

Billy hummed lightly, and his lips came to your forehead, kissing you tenderly. You searched for his free hand and shifted around to find a comfortable position, snuggling against him, and feeling calm for the little, incoherent drawings his fingers made into your skin.

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munsonslove · 1 year

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I was wondering if you could write a smut about Eddie and his girlfriend on Halloween. She wants to be Eddie, so she wears his hellfire shirt with fishnet tights and either a black skirt or shorts over it, with combat boots. If the reader could be plus sized and gains confidence with this Halloween look that would be great, but if not that’s okay too! (Inspired by your angel devil smut) But could Eddie be the dominant one in this?

Late to the Party

(18+ only)

a/n: happy halloween y'all! this idea is super cute so i hope i did it justice xx

summary: Eddie's girl decides to go as him for Halloween as a surprise.

wordcount: 2.4k

tags/warnings: fem!plussize!sub!reader, softdom!Eddite, smut, established relationship, light bondage, praise kink, unprotected p in v penetration, no use of y/n

“Alright, I’m leaving now,” your boyfriend’s muffled voice says through the speaker of the telephone, “I’ll see you in fifteen, sound good?”

“Perfect,” you reply. You were mostly finished getting ready for the Halloween party tonight, there was just one final touch needed. “Hey, can you bring the cuffs?”

“Why?” he asks, his tone turning low and raspy. You can hear the flirtatious smile in his voice. “You wanna have some fun before we leave, baby?”

“No, horndog,” you scold jokingly, “I need them for my costume.”

“Oh god, please don’t tell me you’re being a cop,” he says, “Is that why you didn’t want to tell me?”

You laugh at his distress. “No, you doof. Not a cop, but you’re not getting any more hints! I told you it’s a surprise.”

“Fine. Just know the suspense is killing me,” he complains. “By the way, did you ever find my vest?”

“Yup, it was under my bed,” you answer, “Guess you just didn’t look hard enough. It’s a good thing you’re cute.”

“Ha ha,” he deadpans. “I could’ve sworn it wasn’t there though… Weird. Anyways, guess I’ll get going. See you soon, babe. Love you.”

“Love you too!” you say before hanging up. The truth is, his denim vest wasn’t under your bed. You had gotten up and hidden it during the night so that he’d be forced to leave without it this morning when he crawled out through your window. It wasn’t like you to lie to Eddie, but the garment was an integral piece of your plan for tonight. You were going as your boyfriend for Halloween.

The idea came to you late one night, months ago when your relationship was still fresh. Eddie had snuck you out and driven you to Lover’s Lake. Despite it being summer, the air held an unexpected breeze that left you shivering. He noticed right away, and shrugged his jacket off to wrap it around your shoulders. At first, you felt an ugly wave of self consciousness. The girlfriends you see on TV and in movies would have been able to simply wear their boyfriend’s jackets, but considering your arms were bigger than his, you knew they wouldn’t fit in the sleeves comfortably. Your man always had a way of putting your anxiety at ease though, and you forgot all about any embarrassment when he caressed your face and said that you looked like ‘a prettier version of him’.

That throwaway comment led to this moment, looking in your bathroom mirror and smoothing down your new skirt. It was shorter than you’d ever worn out in public, but you were doing this for your Eddie, and he always said he’s a sucker for your thighs. Still, you can’t help but feel somewhat silly. Since the vest didn’t have sleeves, you were able to slip it on- but it obviously didn’t fit you as loosely as it did him. Fortunately, the Hellfire shirt tucked into your skirt was slightly baggy on you (as per requested when Eddie offered to make you one), so that helped to quiet your confidence issues. The rest of your costume consisted of black combat boots, fishnet tights, a black bandana, and some of the rings Eddie had gifted you from his own personal collection. On the counter by the sink was a belt you planned to wear tonight, waiting for the handcuffs you were going to use in place of a buckle. Once that was settled, your outfit would be complete.

You spent the fifteen minutes it took Eddie to drive his van from the trailer park to your house fidgeting with your hair and wondering if you should apply more makeup. When you heard a familiar pattern of knocks, you called out ‘it’s open!’ and listened as he let himself in and looked around for you.

“Where’re you hiding, babe?” he called out with a relaxed laugh. “You’re not gonna try to jump out and scare me, are ya?”

“In here,” you replied while sticking your arm out the partly open bathroom door. “Hand me the cuffs so I can finish and show you!”

Heavy footsteps get closer and closer until cold metal slips into your hand. Once you grab a hold of it, you retract your arm and slam the door shut, shaking your head at his whining about wanting to see you already. He had graciously unlocked them for you, but threading them through the tight leather belt loops still took a little work. After you were done and satisfied with the way it looked, you fastened it around you where the waistband of your skirt laid and exited the bathroom.

Eddie had left the hallway in the time it took for you to fix up the belt, but you were able to find him easily in the living room. He stood facing the TV that was still playing the ‘A Nightmare on Elm Street’ tape you rented, and he was absentmindedly watching it while swaying his hips and waiting for you. The sight of him in his vampire costume made you chuckle. It was just his usual clothes with a knee length satin cloak and plastic fangs (which were held in his crossed arms instead of being worn). The cloak was black with bright red lining, and had an exaggerated collar that used hidden wires to stick up by his ears. His face lit up and broke out in a smile when he heard you laugh. He looked up from the TV excitedly, but his jaw dropped instantly and his hands dropped the fake teeth when he saw you. Eyes raked you up and down, taking an especially long time to go over your stocking-clad thighs.

“You’re… me?” he finally says, eyes full of adoration and the smile returning to his face.

“Surprise?” you reply, your shyness still lingering despite his seemingly positive reaction. “I thought it’d be kinda funny… but if you think it’s dumb I could always change.”

He doesn’t like that suggestion at all, and immediately surged forward to wrap his arms around you. “Don’t you fucking dare,” he says as he tackles you down onto the couch.

As you fall down onto the cushions, you screech in shock and burst into a fit of giggles as your boyfriend pecks short kisses all over your face and neck.

“You’re so hot. You’re gonna be the hottest girl at the party. You’re the hottest anywhere we go,” he says in between kisses.

“So you really like it?” you ask, though the worry you had has melted away.

“Like it? I love it!” he answers. “Now every single person there will know exactly who you belong to.”

“Eddie, we’re gonna be late!” you complain halfheartedly. In reality, you wanted him to keep going.

“I can be fast!” he promises, “Just give me twenty minutes, babe. You know I can make you feel so good with twenty minutes.” You make a mental note to wash the couch cushions when you get home tonight.

Knowing that you were looking forward to the party, he really does try to be fast. Right away, Eddie sits you up and slides the vest down your arms and the t-shirt up your torso. Then, he reaches behind you and unclasps your bra before practically ripping it from your body. Now that you’re bare from the waist up, there’s nothing stopping him from partaking in one of his favorite pastimes. His lips connect once more to your neck and travel down past your clavicle to your chest. He gently pushed you to be laying down again, continuing his kisses down your body. The space heater in the living room was turned off since you were expecting to leave as soon as you showed off your outfit, so the cool October air drafting in through the cracked windows contrasted by Eddie’s warm presence above you felt magical.

“Gonna let me have my way, baby?” he whispered against your heated skin, his voice low and raspy. “Gonna let me do whatever I want to you?”

Lowering your inhibitions and releasing your control, and knowing that your partner has you and will take care of you, that was the best part of sex in your opinion. Luckily, Eddie’s opinion was the exact opposite, so your relationship worked perfectly.

“Yes,” you moaned, ready for whatever he had in store for you. “God, Eds. Need you so bad.”

Eddie reaches into his back pocket to retrieve a set of keys that you recognize from many steamy nights (and mornings and afternoons). He unlocks the cuffs you fashioned into a buckle and pulls them off of you, letting the leather belt fall without care. You’re completely pinned by his weight as he sits on top of you with his knees bent at your sides, and he stares down at you with excited eyes as he tosses the keys onto your coffee table. He grabs your elbow and lifts your arm up, then takes the now opened cuff and positions it at your wrist. There’s a subtle clicking as he closes it, keeping one of his fingers between your skin and the metal so it wouldn’t be too tight. When one side is done, he moves to the other, repeating the same process.

“They’re not too tight, baby?” he asks when he's done. “It doesn’t hurt?”

You wriggle your wrists to check. “No, they’re okay.”

He shuffles down until he’s sitting between your legs and spreads them apart. It’s hard to get a good look at him from this angle, but you’re pretty sure you hear him undo the button on his jeans. The sound of a zipper reaches your ears, and then you can feel him shimmy his pants and boxers down to his knees. Instead of pulling your skirt and stockings down, he lifts the fabric up to your belly and threads his fingers in the holes of the fishnets. There’s a quiet ripping sound as he tears the netting of the crotch wide open.

“Eddie!” you exclaim.

“What?” he laughs, “Your skirt will cover it. No one else but me is gonna be getting into these pretty little panties, anyway.”

Ignoring your grumbling, he pushes your panties to the side and rubs his thumb up and down your slit, simultaneously stroking his dick with his fist. Your breath hitches in your throat as he lines his head up with your entrance and just waits there, pressing against your hole but offering no relief.

“Eddie,” you whine, “please. Don’t tease.”

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he apologizes insincerely, “just wanted to hear you beg all pretty for me one more time before I filled you up.”

Finally, he pins your bound wrists above your head as he pushes into you with one deep thrust and starts pumping in and out. He wastes no time starting out slow when you’re already this wet and willing, but speaking from experience you know that he’s holding back. Even still, the pace he sets has you moaning loud enough that you briefly worry about the neighbors until one of his hands moves to rub your clit. His fingers masterfully circle it in just the way he’s come to learn that you like. Tension builds up slowly, and you can feel all your muscles clenching in anticipation.

“I’m gonna cum,” you warn, instantly regretting saying anything. He would surely not let you cum without permission.

“Hold it,” he demands, no hint of leniency in his tone. Typical.

“Fuck,” you whine. “Please, Eddie, please!” The man above you simply rolls his eyes with a smirk.

He leans down to kiss you, but doesn’t take any pity on you. “Sound so pretty, baby,” he coos at you softly when he pulls away. “Feels good right? Being mine?”

“So good,” you answer truthfully. As big of a tease as he is, he knows with confidence that you’re in complete ecstasy. “Please, I wanna cum so bad.”

“Just a little longer, sweetheart,” he promises. “You can do it. You’re my good girl.”

And damn him, he’s fully aware being called that only edges you further. “I- I can’t Eds-”

“Yes, you can,” he cuts you off, “It’s tough, huh? You just want your pretty little cunt to be leaking my cum already, don’t you?”

“Y- yes,” you respond weakly, nodding your head while scrunching your eyes closed.

“But you have to be patient,” he orders, amused with your desperation. “Because you don’t have a choice, pretty girl. I’m in control.”

All you can do is continue nodding as you hopelessly tense up in an attempt to hold off your impending orgasm. You start squirming underneath him, trying to focus on the friction of your polyester couch rubbing against your netting covered legs instead of the euphoric sensations forcing you closer to the metaphoric finish line. He pumps into you approximately ten more times before he finally tells you exactly what you need to hear.

“Okay, baby. Cum for me.”

Suddenly, a fuse blows, and electricity pulses through your body. The combined stimulation of your clit and repeated pounding on your g-spot lead to an orgasm that is both intense as well as deep and full bodied. Your toes curl in your boots and your wrists strain against the metal cuffs harshly in a way that will surely leave behind marks.

“Fuck, Eddie!” you cry out, unable to really put words to what you’re feeling.

“Yeah, me too,” Eddie replies, quieter but sounding just as wrecked, as he releases into you.

It takes a few minutes for you to feel like you’ve fully come back to Earth, and when you catch your breath, your boyfriend is collapsed on top of you. His nose is buried almost uncomfortably in your neck, but the closeness that grants you makes it more than worth it.

“Alright, handsome,” you say after finding your voice, “Up and at ‘em. We’re getting dangerously close to being too late for ‘fashionably late’”.

Eddie groans against your shoulder but gets up anyway, pulling out slowly and swiping up any of his seed that leaked out only to finger it back inside you. He’s humming contently to himself as he works on freeing your wrists and helping you get your costume back to looking presentable. The entire time, a satiated smile never leaves your face. ‘I love you’s are exchanged as you both exit through the front door.

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