Part 2

Context: When you first met Eddie, he was a lot of things: intimidating, aloof, and a touch unbelievable. When he fell for you, he admitted that he'd never loved anyone else. You got tangled up with him, unfortunately, and while he can be loving and respectful, you more often find yourself with the Eddie who gets paid to deal with rival gang members. He'd never hurt you, of course... right?

Setting: Home

Tags:[M4A][Established Relationship][Exes to Lovers?][Mildly Unhinged Gangster Ex-Boyfriend][Scared Listener][Missing][Return][Confession][Yandere Vibes][Classic Jersey Boy][Cuddles][Comfort?][CW: Gang Violence][TW: Gaslighting/Mentions of Torture/Murder]

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[Scene opens at home]

[SFX: The sink running/a TV playing in the background]

[You’re focusing on the dishes on a Saturday, trying not to think about your missing boyfriend. The TV prattles on in the background about this or that]

[Pause - Dishwashing/TV]

[SFX: The front door opening and closing]

[You freeze as you hear the front door open and shut]

“Babe?! I’m home!”

[SFX: A dish breaking and the Listener running to the living room]

[You drop the dish and race into the living room. There he stands, nonchalant and banged up in equal parts]

“Hey. What’s for breakfast? Smells good.”

[Pause?!]

[He groans in frustration]

“Yeah, I know I’ve been missing for six weeks, I know. I was being… held at a different location, OK? I’m fine.”

[Pause?!]

“Ughh… Can I at least sit down? I even left my muddy ass boots by the door this time!”

[...]

“Thank you.”

[He marches past you and flops on the couch with a long sigh. You follow, standing in front of him in disbelief]

[SFX: The coach reacting to his considerable weight]

“Phwoa… Better. Anyway… how are you?”

[Pause????]

“Ugh, I told you, baby. I was held up at another location. By rival gang members, granted, which is the only reason it took six weeks instead of two minutes. Wanted to see how much the dumb fucks would talk if they thought they had me under control…”

[...]

“Mmhm…”

[Pause!]

“Yuh-huh. I’m a prick, I know. Had you worried sick, yep… Are those new shorts you’re wearing?”

[...?]

“...Am I staring at you?”

[...]

[He doesn’t raise his eyes from your bare legs]

“And if I am?”

[...]

[This time, he does meet your gaze]

“If you don’t want me to stare, you have three options: agree to go out with me, sit in my lap and talk it out, or you slap me across the face and tell me to fuck off.”

[...]

[SFX: The Listener sitting]

“Option two. Sensible. A nice, even middle ground, I would think.”

[P-Pause…]

“Aww, don’t deflate against me like that… I know, I’m an inconsiderate prick and I have a lot to answer for… I know, Jewel.”

[...]

“Shh, don’t overthink it, OK? Come here… Let me hold you, huh? I hate how much I’ve missed you…”

[SFX: The Speaker pulling the Listener closer]

[...!]

“Was that a tiny gasp when I hugged you tighter…? Aww… Has it been so long that you’re afraid of me again?”

[Pause…]

“Mmhm…”

[...Pause…]

“Uh-huh… There you go. Tell me off in that soft, anxious little way you do. Preface: I am sorry about everything, but I’m going to be undressing you with my eyes while you talk.”

[Pause!]

[He chuckles, resting his lips close to your hair]

“Mmh, your hair smells nice, pretty thing. Still using that shampoo I picked out for you two years ago, hmm?”

[Pause…]

[He chuckles, gently playing with your hair]

“You’re one Hell of a stress reliever, sweetheart. Playing with any part of you will relieve stress better than a good fight followed by a delicious meal.”

[Pause!]

[He laughs in that devious, patient way of his]

“Ahh… uh-huh? Oh, mmhm. I’m an animal, I know… Oh, I know, I’m such a bastard. I’m so terrible… That’s why you didn’t get with anyone else while I was locked up in enemy territory, huh?”

[Pause???]

[The energy shifts to something just slightly…off.]

[Note BGM: If using music to set the mood, rec. shifting from jazzy/seductive to slightly ominous]

“Hm? What do I mean?... Oh! Oh, yeah. Heh, not much to tell, really. One of the higher-ranked members of the Bravados brained me with a crowbar. Brought me to one of their hideouts, shot me up with… something, I dunno, then tried to torture me for information.”

[...]

[The moment you show sympathy, his expression becomes totally alien. He cradles you in a way that you cannot tell if he wants to kiss you or rip you apart with his bare hands…]

“...Don’t do that.”

[...?]

“Show sympathy. You’ll regret it the moment I continue the story.”

[...]

“...Heh. That shit hurt a lot, not gonna lie. But I’m like a wasp. No, fuck it, I’m like a hippo. I look for reasons to get pissed off…”

[...?]

“...Oh, I guess that’s not very clear, is it? Yeah, killed ‘em. All of ‘em. Didn’t give them the dignity of a gun. Just used my hands. They kept insisting they could box me, hand to hand, so I got out of my binds and tested their aforementioned shit-talking. Absolutely pathetic…”

[...]

[He pauses before leaning even closer and whispering in your ear]

“...Those same hands are gently running your hair this very second…”

[....]

“Look at me.”

[...]

“Good. I know I pissed you off by being gone for six weeks. I didn’t have a choice in the matter but you can still punch me if it helps with your frustration, OK?”

[Pause!]

[You break down in his arms. You hadn’t noticed he’d somehow taken his shirt off until he pulled you to his chest. How bizarre]

“Ohh… This is going to make me sound like a psychopath but I love it when you worry, fret, and, yes, even cry over me…I can’t explain it, but every single time you worry over me it makes me feel… I dunno, I’m a guy, I don’t normally do this shit. I feel. A lot. There, ain’t I romantic?”

[...]

[At your dejection his look once more becomes alien and the mood turns even creepier]

“C’mon… You always complained when I was around. ‘Eddie, please, no more killing’, ‘Eddie, c’mon, he looked at me because he was taking my dinner order!’, ‘Eddie, PLEASE, no more fighting around me!’, fucks sake! You should be glad you got some time away from your no-good boyfriend, right?”

[Pause!]

[He rolls his eyes]

“Oh, you were worried about me, mmhm. Sure. You’re always out here, worrying and fussing over this or that. How come you can’t just enjoy living in this nice house with all of the nice things I buy you, hm?”

[Pause!!]

“Uh-huh, yeah. ‘I didn’t want the stuff, I fell in love with you’, sure. So then love me! I ain’t changed, I’m just a little banged up! I ain’t out here picking fights no more, I come home to you every chance I get, and I’m not cheating. Fuck else you want?!”

[...]

[He sighs as more tears spill down your face and draws you close again]

“Shh, don’t do that… Seeing you cry makes me want to fucking find the first person who wants to wrong me and punch their face in… C’mon, babydoll, I’m alive, aren’t I?”

[Pause…]

“Oh, I’m aware torture can fuck a person up…”

[The feel of his smile chills you to the core while he continues to play with your hair]

“...Sweetie, did you really think they could mess me up any worse than I already am? Pfft. They punched a lot, dislocated a knee, and tried to pull a few teeth. They were fucking amateurs, voices cracking with every single question they tried to ask me. It’s fine.”

[Pause…]

“For fucks… I’m fine. I’m here. I’m safe. Stop your whimpering and whining, and let’s just be together, OK?”

[...]

[He laughs]

“Sure, you dumped me after four weeks of no contact. Mmhm. The thing is, I don’t see another man around, which means even if you did dump me, there’s a vacancy, hm? Oh, look. All of my stuff is already moved in. Oh, look, your lips still purse to kiss me any time I get too close. And, oh, I bet the inside of you is still perfectly carved to fit-”.

[Pause!!]

[He laughs again, heinously unbothered]

“C’mon… You know you’re the only person I’ve ever loved. Even my parents didn’t get that distinction… Who else is going to love you like I do, hm?”

[...]

“Mmhm, that’s what I thought. Fuck it, let’s order some pizza, cuddle up on the couch and watch whatever. That sound good, sweetheart?”

[Pause…]

“There we go, see? Didn’t even yell at all that time. Getting better at this boyfriending thing, eh?”

[...]

[One last time his voice and expression tense in a way that makes you shiver]

“...Don’t you forget that either. I’m your boyfriend. You were the one that fell for a killer, honey-bun, and you got him. For life. Got it?”

[Pause…]

“Good. I love you~”.

[SFX: Fade out on the TV doing its thing]

[To be continued?]