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@bellaramseysgf requested biker eddie…which very much reminds me of our mechanic thread as well hehe
Pairing: Biker! Eddie x Quiet! Reader
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, People are rude to reader
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Everyone at the Hideout knows you’re Eddie’s sweetheart. There’s just no question about that. What many bar patrons murmur to themselves when you show up occasionally with him and his friends, is how the hell you two got together.
Eddie, clad in his leather biker jacket and fitted black jeans, is unapologetically himself and makes everyone aware of how he feels. Not one to shy away from a confrontation or aquatinting someone’s face with his silver rings. Eddie commands a room without having to lift a finger so when he does throw hands, the entire bar knows something went down.
You? Sweetheart who hardly speaks a word and never without being spoken to. You most come to the bar when Corroded Coffin plays a gig where you sit at the corner of the bar closest to the stage so you can dance in your seat without drawing too much attention to yourself. In the few instances where a bar patrons has interacting with you, they’ve been in awe at how soft you are.
Either offering them a helping hand that makes them have butterflies in their stomaches or listening to their complaints with small pieces of advice that genuinely help. Yet even with your kindness, there are a few who grumble in jealousy or insecurity.
One evening when you join Eddie and the band at the bar, you tuck yourself under his arm and melt in complete comfort until the nerves gnawing at the back of your mind make you fidget. Your gaze flickers over the bar and your fingers tap the table. And you’re body freezes as a few bar regulars lazily linger by your table and insert themselves into the conversation.
The casual chat about upcoming gigs or road trips now veer into dangerously personal territory. Their curious glances sharpen as their gazes target you and Eddie. As do their question.
How did you two meet?
What kind of dates do the two of you go on?
Is it any fun?
How does Eddie connect with someone so different to himself?
Opposites attract don’t they?
But the two of you are so different. Doesn’t Eddie want to be with someone who matches him better?
And the entire bar goes dead silent. The band had slowly straightened up in their seats through the progression of the questions, and their concerned glances shift from you to Eddie. Because if you’re a taste of sunshine, Eddie’s hurricane. His emotions brew and swirl inside of him as he determines his course of events.
