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cera-writes · 4 months

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A Bite of the Big Easy — A Remy LeBeau Vampire AU pt. 1 🩸

Hoooookay! Here's the first chapter of the Vampire!AU. Not gonna lie, this was fun as hell to write. FYI, This is set in a modern day setting>

Pairing: Remy LeBeau x F!Reader

Tags: alcohol, violence, swearing, mentions of infidelity, a bit of fluff

Prompt: Reader is spending her bachelorette weekend down in New Orleans with her bridesmaids. She meets a mysterious stranger with a Cajun flair that shakes things up for her. But will it be more than what she bargained for?

The rhythmic pulse of the music thrummed through the thick New Orleans air, vibrating the cobblestones beneath your dancing feet. It was your bachelorette weekend, and Bourbon Street was a sensory overload in the best way possible. The air hung heavy with the scent of spilled daiquiris and fried seafood, punctuated by the melodic wail of a lone saxophone from a nearby balcony.

You and your girlfriends, a symphony of tipsy laughter in too tight clothing, were jammed into a corner booth at Fat Catz, a legendary French Quarter nightclub. The stage was a riot of color, a burlesque troupe shimmying and swirling under the flickering red light. You were three drinks in, the potent sweetness of a Sazerac warming your stomach, when a slow, bluesy number began.

"This one's for the dreamers," the sultry voice of the emcee announced.

Your girlfriends squealed, grabbing your arms and pulling you towards the dance floor. But before you could join them, a deep, accented voice cut through the music.

You were blissfully unaware that there were a pair of eyes watching you. You didn't have time to really react until a smooth creole voice like velvet rang in your ears amidst the vibrating music.

"Mind if I cut in, cher?"

You turned to find a man standing beside you. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with somewhat long, pretty reddish brown hair that gleamed under the dim lights. His eyes, a startling hue of what looked like the color crimson, held a hint of something ancient, something that sent a shiver down your spine despite the humid night air bellowing inside the door as patrons entered and exited the bar.

"I, uh…" you stammered, momentarily flustered by his undeniable charm.

He chuckled, the sound warm and inviting. "Don't worry, mon ami. I won't tread on your toes, not literally. Name's Remy. Remy LeBeau."

He extended a hand, amusement dancing in his eyes. You hesitated for a beat, then placed your hand in his. The touch sent a jolt through you, an electric current that left you breathless.

Wait. This shouldn't be happening. What would your fiance think? Hell, to be honest, he was probably with his buddies back home having the times of their lives... preferably at a strip joint. One dance couldn't hurt.

As he led you onto the dance floor, you stole a glance at his profile. There was something about him, an aura of mystery that you found utterly captivating.

"You seem like a woman with a story," he murmured, his voice a low drawl that sent shivers down your spine.

"Well, um, I'm actually here with my bridesmaids." You sheepishly smiled, nodding over to them as they swayed tipsy on the dancefloor across from the two of you. Remy was certainly beautiful in a strange sense. But there was something odd about him too. His touch was cool, almost like ice as he placed a hand on the skin of your back. You were just wearing a pair of skinny jeans, ankle boots, and a backless tank top. So when he'd placed his hand there, it nearly made you jump from how ice cold it was.

He made sure to spin you around, twirling you under the muse of the jazz band playing as they took the stage. You felt dizzy, like this was some sort of ritual.

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Remy's POV

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A flicker of amusement danced in my crimson eyes as you stammered, your cheeks flushed a charming shade of rose. The scent of honeysuckle and something altogether more intoxicating, a nervous energy perhaps, swirled around you. It had been centuries since I'd indulged in such a human pastime as dancing, but the way you moved, lost in the music, was a melody I couldn't resist.

"Ah, bachelorette festivities, cher," I murmured, my voice a low caress. These nights in the French Quarter were ripe with opportunities, mortals seeking a taste of something forbidden before settling into their preordained lives. But there was something different about you, a spark of defiance in your eyes that intrigued me far more than the usual bachelorette bravado.

"Your friends seem to be enjoying themselves," I continued, watching your gaze flit between me and your giggling companions.

The scent of guilt mingled with the honeysuckle as you bit your lip. This innocent flirtation, fueled by the music and the carefree spirit of the night, was clearly a delicious transgression for you.

"They are," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper. "But something about you..." The sentence trailed off, leaving a delightful space for unspoken curiosity.

A slow deliberate smile spread across my lips. This little dance had just begun, cher. And in the heart of the pulsating French Quarter, under the cloak of anonymity, I planned to savor every step.

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Your POV

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Your phone buzzed in your back pocket, yanking you out of Remy's gaze for a sec as you paused your little dance with him. Pulling it out, you saw a text from your fiance.

"Hey beautiful! Having a blast in NOLA? Miss you already! -A"

A stab of guilt hit you. You should be texting back excitedly about daiquiris and burlesque shows, not secretly flirting with a handsome stranger, nor entertaining him with a dance. But Remy's amusement was a delicious lure.

With surprising speed, you typed a reply to your fiance. "Hey hon! Havin' a great time! Dancin' the night away with the girls. Miss you too! See ya soon! 🫶."

Shoving the phone back in your pocket, you looked for a quick excuse to clear your head. Remy's lips quirked up in a knowing smile. "Someone important, cher?" he drawled.

"Hold that thought, I've drank too much and need to use the restroom," you waved it off, cheeks flushed from a rush of adrenaline.

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Fiance's POV

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The silk sheets felt like a decadent shroud around Alex, the remnants of their hurried encounter clinging to the air. A satisfied smile curved his lips as he reread your text. "Having a great time! Lots of dancing and fun with the girls. Miss you too! See you soon! 🫶". Everything seemed perfect. The carefully crafted response, the reassurance, the subtle reminder of your impending return. It was a well-rehearsed dance they performed every time you went out with your friends.

Alex tucked his phone away, the soft glow of the screen momentarily illuminating the woman sprawled languidly beside him. Her blonde hair, a tangled mess across the pillow, framed a face flushed with desire. A throaty chuckle escaped her lips, and Alex felt a pang of excitement shoot through him. This stolen moment, this secret affair, was a world away from the life he was about to return to – a life filled with your predictable smiles and picture-perfect expectations.

He knew it was wrong, a gnawing betrayal that twisted in his gut. But the illicit thrill, the intoxicating novelty of it all, was a potent aphrodisiac. Alex traced a finger down the woman's arm, the touch sending shivers down her spine. He reveled in the feeling of being desired, a stark contrast to the comfortable routine he shared with you.

Pushing the guilt down deep, Alex closed the distance between them, the woman's eager embrace momentarily erasing the echo of your name on his lips. Little did you know, the life you were about to return to wasn't nearly as picture-perfect as you believed.

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Your POV

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You squeezed your way back through the dense crowd, phone clutched tightly in your hand. The fleeting escape to the restroom offered a moment to clear your head, but the lingering guilt over your conversation with Remy gnawed at you.

Just as you rounded a corner, Remy, his back to you, was surrounded by your bridesmaids, their laughter a touch too loud for your taste. You shouldn't have cared who Remy was talking to, yet a strange possessiveness bubbled within you.

If anything, your bridesmaids had every chance to go home with him, but you were taken. You shouldn't be feeling any sense of jealousy. You literally had no cause to feel the way you did, yet you couldn't help it and it irritated the hell out of you.

You. Had. A. Fiance.

Then, as if sensing your presence, Remy's posture shifted. A flicker of amusement danced in his eyes as he glanced over his shoulder, meeting your gaze directly. A silent excuse passed between your eyes, and with a smooth word to your bridesmaids, he excused himself.

The crowd parted for him as he effortlessly weaved his way towards you, a secret smile playing on his lips. "There you are, cher," he murmured, his voice a delicious caress. "Ready to pick up where we left off?"

"Um, actually, I think I better be retiring for the night. It's getting late and my hotel isn't too far from here." You replied, glimpsing back towards your bridesmaids. They were ordering even more drinks at the bar, like they hadn't had enough already. But who were you to tell them not to have a good time?

"Thank you for the dance. It was fun," you quickly flashed Remy a smile before turning on your heel to at least tell your friends that you were headed back to the hotel. It was only three blocks away. Surely you'd be fine making the walk back. You had your trusty pepper spray on you, tucked into your other back pocket just in case some asshole tried something tonight on your way back.

Guilt gnawed at you as you weaved through the throng of French Quarter partiers spilling out of the bar. You shouldn't have cared that Remy was surrounded by your friends, and yet, a strange possessiveness bubbled up. You quickly shook your head, ignoring that stupid thought away.

It really shouldn't have mattered to you. They were a bit too tipsy to really stop you from making the trip alone, but honestly you needed some peace and quiet after what had just happened. You were sure he'd resort to flirting with them after you left anyway. And that was none of your business if they wanted to go back to his place for the night. You all knew what you were getting into on this trip.

The fresh air would clear your head and the walk back to your hotel would help sober you up. Slipping out of the bar unnoticed, you felt a strange sense of relief when the throng of bodies thinned and the sounds of drunken laughter faded as you finally turned the corner from the ever so rowdy, raucous Bourbon Street.

The night was thick and humid, the dimly lit streets casting long, menacing shadows. New Orleans really did have a haunting feel to it late at night.

You quickened your pace, the rhythmic click of your boots echoing on the sidewalk. Lost in thought, you didn't notice the figure detach itself from a darkened doorway and begin to follow at a discreet distance.

Suddenly, a shadowy figure stepped out from behind a boarded-up storefront. "Hey, doll," he slurred, his voice laced with menace. "Looking lost. Mind if I walk you home?"

You froze, hand instinctively darting towards your back pocket. "No thanks," you replied curtly, voice laced with a tremor of fear. You backed up on instinct, making sure to keep a good distance from the strange man.

The man took a menacing step closer, a predatory glint in his eye. "Suit yourself, sweetheart," he sneered, pulling out what looked like the hilt of a knife from behind him.

Just then, a dark shape materialized beside you. Remy, his movements silent and swift, materialized out of the shadows, placing himself between you and the threat. But the night was so dark and everything was cast in an ebony shadow, that you couldn't make out the other person too well.

"Looking for someone to play with, mon ami? Consider lil' ol' me," Remy drawled, his voice smooth as silk.

The mugger scoffed. "This ain't your business, buddy. Move along."

Before Remy could respond, you whipped out your pepper spray, finger hovering over the trigger. "Get back!" you shrieked, aimlessly pointing the canister directly at Remy.

Fear clouded your judgment, and in a split second, you discharged the spray. A cloud of capsaicin erupted, momentarily obscuring both Remy and the mugger. You squeezed your eyes shut, coughing as the fumes reached you.

When you opened your eyes again, a horrifying sight met your gaze. The mugger had lunged forward, a glint of metal catching the dim light. He plunged the knife into Remy's side, a sickening thud echoing in the night.

Remy, momentarily stunned, stumbled back, a surprised look on his face. But to your astonishment, you couldn't tell there was any blood yet, no sign of a wound. Just a faint hiss escaping his lips as he swatted away the lingering cloud of pepper spray.

"Well, that was certainly interesting, cher," he muttered, his voice strained but oddly amused.

"Shit, Remy?!" You eyes went wide but before you could say anything else, he lunged at the mugger with unnatural speed, easily disarming him with a single, fluid motion. The mugger, wide-eyed with terror, crumpled to the ground with a groan as Remy delivered a swift blow to his pressure point.

Remy straightened, dusting himself off with an air of nonchalance. But you noticed a slight grimace on his face, and your eyes darted to where the knife had struck him. Seeing it finally, there was a small puncture in his shirt, a single red stain blossoming around it.

"Remy!" you gasped, rushing to his side. "You're hurt!"

He glanced at the stain, a hint of surprise flickering in his eyes. "Seems that fella managed to snag me after all," he admitted, a wry smile playing on his lips. "Don't worry, cher, it's jus' a mere scratch. But perhaps you wouldn't mind patchin' me up when we get back? I'd hate to ruin a perfectly good shirt."

Then it hit you. "You were following me weren't you?" You scoffed. "Jesus...how was I supposed to know you weren't gonna pull the same shit as him?" You scoffed, casting a glance over at the guy he'd just knocked out.

"Trust me cher," Remy winced, "If I hadn't have come you'd probably have just pepper sprayed him to death. Better to leave em' knocked out." He smirked.

You sighed, crossing you arms. "Dammit, okay...we gotta make this quick. You sure you don't need me to call someone? An ambulance?"

Remy shook his head. "Not necessary, cher. It's not that bad."

You glanced down at the red stain on his shirt. "Not bad? Your shirt is practically soaked with blood now. C'mon," you huffed, "it's the least I can do for you after you saved my ass and I pepper sprayed you."

Remy simply grinned. "Thanks cher."

"Don't mention it."

He followed you one more block to your hotel. It was over on Ursuline Street so things were much quieter in that part of town. "Hotel Villa Convento. House of the Rising Sun. You've got taste, cherie." He smirked, following you into the elevator.

"Bridesmaids booked it. They wanted the free parking." You shrugged. As the two of you made it to the king suite on the top floor, you made haste and ushered him inside quickly after sliding your room card through the slot.

"We gotta make this quick, okay? They'll probably be heading back any second. I don't think having a strange, rather pretty man in the room with me alone is a good look." You mentioned, pulling him into the bathroom.

"Heh, you think I'm pretty?" He teased. You cast him a look that said 'drop it'.

He took the hint and didn't press you any further much to his amusement. You left him leaning against the bathroom counter to go find your med kit.

"I have a first aid kit in my luggage. I'm always prepared for emergencies." You said, digging through your suitcase before you finally found it shoved underneath a pair of shorts.

"Got it," you quickly met back up with him in the bathroom and realized that you wouldn't be able to dress the wound without getting him to take off his shirt first.

You bit your lip, torn between frustration and a weird sense of exhilaration. Here you were, in a hotel bathroom with a stranger who was undeniably attractive, tending to a wound he got protecting you. This entire freaking night had been a whirlwind, and this situation was just the cherry on top.

"Alright," you started, forcing a business-like tone that you weren't entirely sure you were carrying off. "To patch you up properly, I'll need you to take off your shirt."

Remy, who had been watching you rummage through your kit with amusement, raised an eyebrow.

"Just the shirt, cher? No need to get hasty." A playful glint flickered in his eyes, a hint of his earlier amusement lingering.

"Seriously, Remy?" you countered, a touch of exasperation creeping into your voice despite the unexpected flutter in your stomach. "This isn't some kind of game. You've got a wound, and I need to see it."

He chuckled, a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine despite yourself. "Alright, alright, cher. You win." He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a glimpse of toned muscle underneath. The red stain from the knife was more prominent now, spreading outwards with a concerning urgency.

You quickly averted your gaze, forcing yourself to focus on the task at hand. This was serious. "Hold still," you muttered, reaching into your kit and pulling out a pair of antiseptic wipes. "This might sting a little."

As you cleaned the wound, your fingers brushed against his cool skin, sending a jolt of electricity through you. You fingertips grazed one of many numerous scars that adorned his body. He winced slightly, but remained silent, a flicker of pain crossing his face. Despite the adrenaline pumping through your veins, your hands were surprisingly steady.

"You know," Remy murmured, his voice a husky whisper, "you mentioned not wanting a strange man in your room. Maybe I wasn't being very reassuring back there."

You paused, glancing up at him. His dark eyes held a hint of something...else, something that made your breath hitch. The implication hung heavy in the air, and a blush crept up your cheeks.

"That's one way to put it," you mumbled, focusing on applying a generous amount of antibiotic cream to the wound. You fumbled for a bandage in your kit, the white sterile squares suddenly seeming much too small for the situation.

"Look," Remy said, his voice softer now, "I appreciate you patching me up. You really didn't have to."

"Well, someone had to," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. You secured the bandage as best you could, the awkward intimacy of the situation making your heart pound a little too fast. "There. All done."

You stepped back, suddenly very aware of the space between the two of you. The silence stretched, thick and heavy with unspoken words. Remy's gaze lingered on you for a beat too long, sending shivers down your spine. You cleared your throat, breaking the spell.

"I, uh, maybe you should get going," you stammered, your voice sounding foreign to your own ears.

"My bridesmaids could be back any minute."

Remy's lips curved into a slow, enigmatic smile. "As you wish, cher. But this isn't the end of our conversation, is it?"

The sheer motherfucking audacity of this man—

He'd waltzed in, danced with you, followed you, then gotten himself stabbed protecting you, and now he was leaving with a suggestive question hanging in the air? You should be relieved to see him go, to finally have a moment to catch your breath and process the chaotic turn your night had taken.

Instead, a strange sense of disappointment settled in your stomach. "I don't…" you stammered, unsure of how to respond. The truth was, you didn't know what this night meant. Remy was a stranger, a captivating enigma who'd saved you from a potential mugging or worse, but you were getting married in a few days.

Remy chuckled, a rich sound that danced along your nerves. "Don't worry about it, cher. Think of it as a…favor owed. You saved me from a dull evening, and I returned the favor. Consider us even." He took a step closer, his dark eyes gleaming with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat.

"But," he continued, his voice a husky whisper, "perhaps you could offer a more…personal repayment sometime. Name the time and place, cher. I wouldn't dream of saying no." With that, he winked, a gesture that sent a jolt of electricity through you.

Before you could stammer out a reply, he turned and you soon heard the click of your room door, leaving you breathless and bewildered in the sterile confines of the bathroom.

You stared at the closed door for a long moment, the weight of his words pressing down on you. A part of you thrilled at the unexpected encounter, to the danger and intrigue and mystery that swirled around Remy. But another, more sensible part, reminded you of your impending wedding, of the life you'd built for yourself.

With a sigh, you forced yourself to focus on the practicalities. You cleaned up the supplies you'd used, shoving them back into your first-aid kit with trembling hands. The adrenaline that had been coursing through your veins began to ebb, leaving behind a bone-deep weariness.

Slipping out of the bathroom, you found your room empty. The faint sounds of laughter drifting from down the hall told you your bridesmaids were headed up, blissfully unaware of the drama that had unfolded just steps away.

Undressing and stepping into your silken night gown, you crawled into bed and pulled the covers up tight, as the events of the night replaying in your mind like a fever dream.

Sleep, when it finally came, was filled with fragmented images of blood colored eyes, a dangerous smile, and the echo of a question that hung heavy in the air: what had you gotten yourself into?

#gambit #remy lebeau #gambit x reader #remy lebeau x reader #a bite of the big easy #vampire remy lebeau

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jovenshires · 8 months

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endless au edits: the battle of the bands au nobody asked for pt 7

battle of the bands 2024: an honest op-ed by jeremy elder the six entries to battle of the bands 2024 have finally been announced. not only will we be seeing sad men in their 30s's favorite new band the chosen, known for their appearance on the netflix reality show 'up & coming,' but also four other groups who desperately wish they were as famous. this includes: ftc, renowned alternative-indie sad-girl trio; kolivition, known for making the music your mom turns off every time she walks into the room; coventry, the punk girl group equivalent of that pinterest quote 'we are the granddaughters of the witches you could not burn'; and let's do this, who... no, that's it. who? anyway, it's not like any of that really matters, because i've yet to mention the smosh reunion, aka the wet dream of every millenial who asks for a veteran's discount after surviving warped tour. a clear favorite to win, smosh is coming in with an army of fans and a near-decade of experience on these guys. good luck to what little competition they have. in addition, i am thrilled to report that we now know the final lineup of judges. diehard battle of the bands fans - all two of you - will be thrilled to know that rhett mclaughlin and link neal of mythical will be back to judge yet another thrilling year of mediocrity. after winning ten years ago, those guys just won't let go of their glory days. (or maybe it's the other way around. blink twice if you need help, guys.) on the bright side, though, they've also introduced surprise judge jackie uweh. known for being one of the greatest performers of our generation, it will be uweh's first time judging a musical competition. i don't know what she's doing here and i highly suggest that she runs. and runs fast. the three will be the wonderful, charming, and dutifully impartial judges to this year's competition, and definitely will not be just handing it to smosh as a reward for their long-awaited reunion. (because ian hecox definitely wasn't signed onto the mythical label as a solo artist. it's not unfair at all.) finally, the emcee and host of the event will be newcomer to the rap scene, trevor. if that name doesn't ring any bells for you - don't worry, it doesn't for the rest of us, either. the 24-year-old rapper was apparently responsible for mixing the beats on mythical's latest and edgiest album, which, due to the power of nepotism, made him a natural choice for this year's emcee. known for his "meme rap" (i am being so serious right now), trevor auditioned for the battle of the bands but, fortunately, did not qualify. thus, he will not be competing nor, allegedly, performing. though i have my doubts. i reserve the right to run screaming for the hills the moment they hand him a mic. the soundcloud musician (that's right - don't bother looking him up on spotify, you won't get anywhere) will be hosting the battle of the bands and the series of live shows leading up to it. what does all this mean? well, it looks like this year is no different from the last, and predictable set-ups have means to predictable ends. nevertheless, i, your faithful and humble local reporter, will be making the trip to la with an all-access backstage pass in hand and reporting on the entire thing from start to finish. no rehearsal, live show, or, most importantly, complete disaster of a finale will escape my sight. rest assured that you have at least one decent and reliable eye witness to the whole fiasco. tomorrow marks my trip down to la - i'll be reporting live from the road. until then, i bid you adieu. may the best smosh - i mean, band - win.

#smosh #smosh au #fic #rpf #edit #mine*#aued*#au #jeremy #patrick #rhett #link #trevor #jackie #botbau #patrick and jeremy were not supposed to be in this! but alas!#jeremy e/lder do not rot my brain challenge level IMPOSSIBLE #long post

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guess-my-next-obsession · 1 year

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Your Best American Girl, Chapter One:

pairing: 1920’s journalist!marcus pike x singer!ofc (Evelyn Edwards)

rating: M (1920’s shit, alcohol consumption, allusions/brief descriptions of DV/assault, i think that’s all for now)

wc: 2.3k

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As Marcus arrived at Nonnie’s Books, a tiny, hole in the wall brownstone with the store’s name written in yellow cursive on the window, he wondered how this “store” got away with things for so long. It seemed clear as day to him that no actual business occurred here, and as much was confirmed when he and Betty stepped inside.

Tall, dust covered bookshelves lined the walls of the red brick interior, a few more sitting in the middle of the lamp-lit room. Most of the copies were tattered and worn, as if from a personal and well-loved collection.

“This is where ya takin’ me?” Betty asked in a whisper, though it was hardly needed with the thumping music of the jazz band in the basement.

“Yes,” he replied before slipping his hand into hers. “Trust me?”

“As much as any girl can trust a fella.”

Marcus smiled and nodded. As he walked up to the register, a tiny, old woman greeted him with a studious look. He flashed her that winning smile of his before reaching in his coat pocket for a bill.

“Seems a nice night for a little music, doesn't it?” he asked, his question a code. Nervously, he awaited the woman’s judgement.

“Sure is,” she replied, finally cracking something resembling a smile. “Come along.”

Betty gave Marcus a giddy smile and hugged his arm as she walked with him beyond the till to the door that sat behind it. Inside what seemed from the outside to be a closet, Marcus and Betty found themselves faced with a staircase that led down to the basement, the music now less of a dull thump, the chatter from the club and the scream of the saxophone replacing it.

“Oh, Marcus!” Betty exclaimed, grinning wild as he led her down the staircase and into the red-painted club. “And ta’ think, I thought ya was takin’ me to some bookstore for our first date.”

“Not a date, Betty,” he reminded patting her hand as it rested on his arm. “Just a little bit of research.”

“Ya do enough research,” she said, moving to stand in front of him as he scanned the room for a pair of empty seats. “Live a little.”

Slipping her hand in his, she tugged him onto the dance floor with a wide smile and bright eyes. He chuckled at her as she danced and shook and swayed for him, undeniably attracted to the way she seemed at home in this scene so unfamiliar to him. He wished he could fit in anywhere the way she seemed to fit in here.

“Have you always been this wild and carefree, Betty?” he asked, still as he stood in the middle of the dance floor watching her come alive.

“Since I was born, Mistah Pike,” she replied with a grin. “Maybe ya should try it out for yaself.”

“I’m perfectly content watching,” he said.

He stood there for a while longer, somehow both stiff and relaxed as he remained a voyeur to the scene around him. Drinks flowed freely, conversation seemed plentiful, the music coming from the trumpets sounding like nothing more than a screech to him but to everyone else it sounded more like a call from heaven—or hell.

An emcee of some sort took hold of the microphone as Betty finally leaned in and asked for a drink. Marcus led her over to the bar and allowed her to order for both of them, having not indulged since prohibition went into order. The bartender slid over a two glasses of whiskey, the sight of the amber liquid placed in front of him making his mouth water in a way he hadn’t expected it would.

“To gettin’ ya outta the office for a change,” Betty announced, lifting her glass for a toast. Marcus joined in, clinking the crystal against hers before taking a sip. He winced at the burn of the medicinal liquor as it went down, his head shaking as though his body was cursing him for it.

“Please welcome to the stage, the lovely, the gorgeous, the talented Miss Evelyn Edwards!” Marcus turned to look at the red-drowned stage, the brick wall behind it and large grand piano looking lonely until a doll of a woman stepped out from the side stage with a winning smile, her pale skin and hardly-blue eyes shining in the spotlight.

Marcus recognized her immediately as the woman in the blue coat, running away from nothing. He felt the air puff out of his lungs as she opened her mouth, her own rendition of Helen Kane’s, “I Want To Be Bad”, drawing all of the rambunctious men in the room to the edge of the stage to watch her as she flossed her feathered boa around.

“Look at her,” Betty gasped, her eyes wide with admiration as she watched Marcus’ doll put on a show. “I’d kill to look and sound half as good as that.”

Marcus couldn’t muster a reply, not when he was as drawn into her performance as every other man with a working pair of eyes.

“Welcome, Mr. Howard!” A fellow standing behind Marcus and Betty at the bar called over the music, causing Marcus’s eyes to shift from the beauty on stage to the staircase. He watched as Jack Howard swaggered in with his posse, all of them dressed more expensively and elaborately than everyone else in the club. “Right this way. Saved you a table over in the VIP section.”

“You’re too kind, Georgie,” Jack smiled, winning and bright, as he patted the shorter, rounder, and older man on the shoulder, allowing him to lead them through the packed club to a roped off section in the corner. Marcus downed the rest of his drink as he kept a watchful eye on the group, studying every bit of movement, every parting of their lips in hopes of understanding some of the conversation from where he stood halfway across the room.

When Jack pointed at the stage and leaned back in to Georgie, the older man looked worried for a moment, but that winning smile of Mr. Howard soothed it. With a nod, Georgie found his way to the side stage and waited for Miss Edwards to finish her song and collect her flowers.

“Only one song?” Betty whined from beside him.

“I guess,” he replied, focused on watching Georgie and Miss Edward’s conversation on the side of the stage.

She seemed adamantly opposed to whatever the older man was proposing, though the band drowned her shouting out. Jack, meanwhile, seemed smug as he watched Georgie pull her over against her will, his winning smile seeming more devious than it did when he first witnessed it.

“Oh, she’s with Jack Howard?” Betty asked, leaning in so close her breath fanned over Marcus’s ear. “Makes sense. Too beautiful for any of these other new money wannabes.”

“You wanna go sit?” Marcus asked, pointing at a table that just opened up near the VIP section, hopeful to get a better grasp on the enthusiastic conversation Jack and Miss Edwards were having. Betty nodded and allowed him to guide her over to the table and pull her seat out before seating himself down beside her.

“Jack, don’t you dare touch me!” Miss Edwards shouted, loud enough to draw eyes, but Marcus remained facing away from the scene. “No! No! Georgie, I swear to god—“

“Hey, quiet down,” Jack hissed, the sound finally enough to pull Marcus’s eyes over to the scene. Jack yanked her down onto his lap hard enough to make her yelp, the sound making Marcus fist clench as it rested on his leg beneath the table. “You’re makin’ a scene.”

“You’re making a scene,” she countered, elbowing him in the stomach. “I’m leaving. Don’t follow me.”

“Baby doll, you’re testing me, now,” he warned. Marcus watched as he stood to chase her out of the club but relished in him being held back by his friends.

“I think we should go,” Marcus whispered to Betty, earning a pout. “C’mon. Not leaving you in a place like this.”

“These, Mistah Pike, are my people. Fun people. Unlike yaself,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m gonna stay with my people.”

“No,” he shook his head and sighed. “You’re going to let me hail you a cab so that you can go home.”

“Ya think I don’t go out by myself every night? Nothin’s happened yet.”

“Yet,” he repeated. “Come on, now.”

“No, ya gonna have to pick me up if ya want me to leave.”

“Hey, you can hand her off to us if you want,” one of Jack Howard’s posse chimed in, flashing a smile at Betty.

“See,” she said, standing up and walking into the section. “These are my people, Mistah—“

“Right, right,” Marcus interrupted, shaking his head at her recklessness. He didn’t want to leave her here with this crew, but unless she suddenly gained sense and reason, there was going to be no getting through to her. “I’ll see you at work Monday, then.”

Finding his way out of the club and back into the bookstore, he found Miss Edwards standing in front of a bookshelf, crying.

“Excuse me,” he called, approaching her where she stood in the dim light.

“Listen, I don’t go home with strangers.”

“Hm? No, no. I wasn’t—I just wanted to see if you were alright,” he replied, finally earning her eyes on his. She studied him from head to toe, a chuckle leaving her painted lips.

“You a cop?” she asked.

“No,” he shook his head. “Just a writer.”

“A writer, huh?” She smiled as if there weren’t tears streaming down her pale cheeks. “You look like a stiff.”

“I suppose I am one,” he admitted, cracking a smile. “Explains why I’m leaving the club already.”

“You get to see my set?” she asked, turning her body so that she was facing him now.

“I did,” he nodded. “You’ve got a nice voice.”

“What are you really? You can be honest with me, I’m no snitch.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” he replied. “I’m a writer.”

“Mm,” she hummed in skepticism. “Don’t buy it. You know cops?”

“A couple,” he shrugged. “Do you?”

“They know me, I’m sure.” Marcus laughed genuinely and nodded.

“Well, aren’t they lucky,” he said, bringing a more sincere smile to her face than the playful one on it before. “I, uh, I saw what Mr. Howard was doing to you and I just wanted to check in—“

“You crazy?” she asked, furrowing her brow at him before looking around the empty bookstore. “Tryin’ to get us killed?”

“No—“

“Keep talkin’ like that here and you’re gonna.” Marcus was about to speak when Miss Edwards gripped his bicep and walked him out of the store and onto the sidewalk. “What’s your name?”

“Marcus,” he answered while trying to match her quick pace down the road. “Are you in danger—“

“Shh,” she hushed. “Marcus who?”

“Marcus Pike,” he replied.

“You ain’t a cop?”

“No—“

“Would you like to come over for coffee sometime, then, Marcus?” she asked.

“I, uh…are you alright?” he asked, forcing her to stop. “Your lip is healing, but it was busted, wasn’t it?”

“You are a cop. A detective, or somethin’?” Marcus felt like he was going insane, his eyes squeezing shut out of frustration.

“I’m not a cop. I’m just a stiff. Now, will you tell me whether or not you’re in danger?” Miss Edwards eyed him carefully for a moment as she pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

“Somethin’ like that. I don’t know,” she sighed and shook her head, looking off into the distance. “It’s nothin’ a writer can get me out of.”

“You’re in on Mr. Howard’s affairs, I assume.”

“No,” she scoffed. “I don’t know shit about what he does. All I know is he can pack a mean punch.”

“He hits you?”

“Don’t all men?” she retorted with a raise of her brow.

“No. Not good men,” he replied, struck by the resignation in her eyes. Had she never known a good man in her life?

“Are you a good man, Mr. Pike?” she asked, her eyes falling to his bowed lips before lifting again to his dark brown, almost black eyes.

“I try hard to be,” he replied.

“Are you busy tomorrow afternoon?”

“No—“

“Good, then you can join me on my trip to Long Island,” she announced as she hailed a taxi. “There’s a cottage I like to rent there for real cheap. Pretend to be one of the rich for a couple nights. Sounds like fun, huh?”

“You want me to join you—“

“Pack a bag, will ya? Gonna be there all weekend.”

As the taxi pulled up, Marcus stood frozen in confusion, wondering how and why this had all happened to him.

“What’s your address, Mr. Pike?” she asked as she opened the door for herself. Marcus gave her his address and she smiled, ordering him to be out front at noon sharp. “I think you and I are gonna be good friends, Marcus.”

“You hardly know me,” he chuckled.

“I know enough,” she smiled. Sitting down inside the car, she gave him a wave through the window. “Have a good night, detective!”

“And you too, Miss Edwards,” he called out as the car took off down the road, his hand waving her off until the taxi became just another bright light faded into the city.

And as if by some sort of magic, a friendship that would change both of their lives forever was born out of nothing. Or nothing, it seemed.

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th3-0bjectivist · 1 year

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The Salvation Day Interviews (2 of 2) with musician Anthony Tadlock

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Dear listener, this is part 2 of 2 of my Salvation Day Interviews with Anthony Tadlock, A.K.A. t-underneaththeradardancing on Tumblr. For reference, Part 1 is here. Without further ado let’s start picking T’s oddly poetic and musical brain once again...

Mr Tadlock, SD’s style of music seems quite distinct and doesn’t sound exactly like any other band I’ve heard of. When you two record music, what is the specific style you’re aiming for? Do you and Ms Vita Rhie Quintanilla align on any favorite influences that heavily sway your sound? Do you two enjoy the same type of music outside of SD? How much does classical or modern music affect your own expression as musicians?

whether we are recording - playing live - just fucking around (what passes for "practice/rehearsal ") we dont actually aim for a style - early on we talked in general about "goals" we agreed that what we aim for is transcendent magic healing - and we will settle for being in tune and not sucking - influences many and varied but both agree if on a desert island - and could only have one album it would b miles davis "kind of blue" - we both enjoy a wide range of music...

everything we hear - have heard - from classical to punk rock influences us - we also play a fair amount of "covers" live - a typical example would be "i know places" which is a kind of dirge by lykke li - vita had never heard it before - it was a staple in my live performances at the time - vita listened to what i had done w it and it became a staple of early performances having morphed into almost a stax type r&b - like many songs we play - we worked out the arrangement during performances with little or no discussion about arrangement

I find that some of the most effective musical groups out there are duos. There’s just something that seems more concentrated and concise about a duo’s ability to wrap an album in a tight bow. Compared to other musical projects you’ve worked on in the past, do you prefer dealing with one single other creative mind… or many others… and what are the disadvantages of both from your point of view? When you’re playing guitar and she’s singing, for example, how do you deal with the inevitable issue of adding percussion to ‘enhance’ a track or live performance?

at this time there are actually 3 members of SD - the 3rd is london - he plays guitar and bass - is engineering / producing our next project - at various times we have had a 3rd musician join us for a song or 2 - and there is maggie umber the artist, who created our web site - a video and some behind the scenes stuff - which is not precisely answering the question - i understand about duos though - with 2 minds/ souls it is easier to keep the connection - the unspoken - and be as 1 - with the whole being more than the sum of - it was only in making the album and making hard choices / dealing with forced choices and realities that i realized my true role / gift as a guitarist/musician is being a catalyst for magic to happen - to digress - often at open mics - peeps play along from their seats - impromptu collabs occur - sometimes the whole place becomes the stage - today im gonna prob play 1 song w the host/emcee - we have played 2x together - 1st time was cuz someone who had someone die that they were close to requested she play hendrix purple haze and she asked me if i could - tho i have heard the song countless times - the last time i played parts of it - i was maybe 15 - but it’s a simple structure - i said give me a minnit - went outside tried out chords as i remembered and something resembling the guitar parts - spent maybe 5 minutes total - came back in and said yah sure but u have to sing - no rehearsal - loose and nothing like note for note - ffs i dont play anything note for note or exactly the same way twice –

anyway - it’s like that w vita - she often asks - can we play xxx - i say sure - look up chords if i dont know and ...w vita it has been consistent magic from the start and while not effortless by any stretch - we both put everything we have into the music as we play - whether we are loosely playing in my dining room / her living room - out in the street - onstage - sometimes we think there is no audience and a neighbor will later say they liked it - or look up on the street and realize we have attracted a small audience - in terms of the limitations - especially when vita isnt playing guitar - partially i am accustomed to playing solo just me and guitar - have developed different strategies for compensating / filling holes in the sound - that said we have wanted a percussionist from day 1 - on the album and ep we used synthesized drums / percussion which can be hard cuz we are a bit quirky - so in some ways salvation day will always be vita and t at the core - tho our 1 performance w london was ez and in some ways our best - and playing w him is ez and natural - unfortunately no recording

I have but one final query and it’s a general one, so buckle your fuckles. I’m curious Mr Tadlock, what do you think of the state of modern music? When I listen to Salvation Day, I hear a group that is 100% genuine. You’ve got an interesting story and your entire act and delivery is sincere… when I turn on modern radio I just hear utter nonsense. Nonsense that is often dumbed down by multimillion dollar corporations that are trying to turn the talents of others into a saleable product. Do you think the vast majority of modern music is even healthy for people, and is there a conscientious effort on your behalf to keep the presentation pure with Salvation Day?

the state of modern music ? idk tbh - it’s a scattered and confusing landscape - like always - much of wat is out there is crap - but then again - i lissen to 60s station on sirius when on road trips w the unpoet and much of what i hear is pretty crappy and i love the 60s lol - same same modern music which i get sporadic exposure to via tumblr instagram and youtube - hearing while in cafes or in ride shares - SNL ... and every once in a while an absolute gem is heard so is "mainstream " pop /commercial music "healthy" - fuck if i know - i remember 1st listening to top 40 am radio in 1st grade - loved the chipmonks (Alviiiiiiin!) singing witch doctor - a one off "flying purple people eater " lots of "novelty records " when previously listened to moms opera and frank sinatra - beatles werent on the radar yet but beach boys - mostly vacuous but fun - have gone thru phases - only listened to jazz and opera for almost a decade - have compulsively listened to 1 album or artist for periods - was any of it "healthy" maybe - it fomented trance and being outside myself - sometimes music is entertainment - sometimes just background for a lot of people - but also a way of coming together - a way to express confusing/conflicting emotions - i could critique modern music as being cookie cutter and meaningless - but no more than say doo wop dang a langa ding dong indeed or has there ever been anyone more transgressive than little richard then again chuck berry stooping to my dingaling ffs

so did we do we trynna keep it "pure" w salvation day - fuck yah - i mean how fucking audacious (pretentious) to call it Path of Sacred Art - i thot our producer understood and they did sorta but - and i love our album but at one point i almost walked away from it - the process slowly grinds - yah rough edges r smoothed but - a case in point - the epitome of early salvation day - the sacred art side was/is "reincarnation" something went terribly wrong in the studio - after spending waaaay too much time recording vita's guitar - and too much autotune on her vocal - her guitar track had a "glitch" making it unusable - by the time that was discovered vita was in davis again - covid was just about to go into the lock down phase ...it was expedient to hire a classic trained studio musician that the producer knew and could record studio quality on his laptop

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and tbh i still am not sure how much of the electric on it is actually me or if some was replaced w same studio guitarist - little dramas like this went on for months during the mixing process and much of the email text exchanges w producer were late night sleep ruining drama - in the interest of ever getting the album finished - vita - whom i gave ultimate decision making since they are her songs - deeply personal - she has literally shed blood (read her book) during the writing of performing recording , allowed almost all of her guitar to b scrapped - replaced by same studio musician - tho to said musicians credit - she did a good job of re creating vita - and if some of my guitar - we only talking about a few notes - was also replaced - she faithfully re created - tho i did go in studio one day a couple weeks after recording was "finished" and laid down a lot of riffs / repeating lines / solos and i was sooooo stoned i truthfully dont remember - in those daze because of intense constant pain - i used what in retrospect were enormous amounts of thc and cbd - no other drugs or alcohol but i was high 24-7 and rarely got as much as 3 hours sleep a night - anyway - so yah we did our best to keep it pure - and there is nothing cookie cutter about the album

T !!! JFC !!! Thanks so much for your time and your FANTASTIC riffing here on Tumblr. Listen to Salvation Day here on YouTube or here on Spotify. Their website is here. If you liked this post, please spread the word about SD and consider reblogging this set of interviews. And if you haven’t done it yet, scroll to the top and middle-bottom of this post and smash play!

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hellowhisperingstars · 1 year

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Chapter Six: The Three Drink Rule

Summary: A night of music and baked good ends with some alone time with Eddie.

Pairing: Rockstar/Bar Owner!Eddie Munson x Baker!Reader

Words: 10.6K

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Overuse of pet names, Y/N used, mention of drugs, alcohol and mentions of alcohol abuse, past child endangerment, cussing, dom/sub dynamic, dom!eddie, sub!reader, light bondage, thigh spanking, fingering, implied oral (f receiving), nipple play, fluff. I think that's all. Please let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: Chapter six! A very looooong chapter six! Sorry it took so long to get it out to you guys I was sick for a week and didn't have the attention span to do much of anything... But it's finished! Please let me know what you think!

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"Holy shit!" You exclaimed as you looked over at Robin with wide eyes.

“I know!” Robin said, nodding with a laugh. “It's pretty cool right!? They still play here occasionally just for fun. Seeing them in high school you would have thought they'd stay in the garage forever but here they are!”

“I haven’t been able to see them in concert yet!” You yelled back as you watched Eddie put his guitar over his shoulder and walked up to the mic. You were slightly distracted by the lights gleaming off the chains on his leather jacket.

“Wow thanks guys. It's pretty awesome you guys still come out to see a bunch of old men play the same songs over and over.” He laughed with the crowd. “Also can we have a round of applause for our house emcee, Dustin Henderson! We've known that kid since he was fifteen. He looks exactly the same.” He chuckled as Dustin flipped him off with a grin as the crowd cheered for him, smiling Eddie adjusted the strap so his guitar sat just right. Looking back at the guys he smiled. “Let’s get this shit show on the road boys!”

The windows rattled and you could really feel the bass in your chest. Your breath caught as Eddie sang, he sounded exactly like he did on the cds. It took your breath away, seeing your favorite band live in such an intimate setting was enough to make you want to scream.

Eddie looked up at you as they played, sending you a wink that made you grin. The girls around you screamed, some rushed up to the stage, a few of them sent you glares and side eyes when they caught Eddie staring at you but you just watched in awe as he moved around the stage. Eddie looked so at ease up there. He was completely at home. The way the lights hit him made him look almost… ethereal. The unruly curls that he had pulled back into a bun shone like a halo around his head, even the sweat that started to drip only enhanced him. You were right when you told him he was beautiful. He was. So entranced by the band, well mostly Eddie, that you completely missed Lizzy sneaking up on you. You jumped as she pounced, throwing her arms around you.

“You're back!” She laughed as she looked up at Jeff as he played. He smiled at her which left her beaming.

“I'm back!” You smiled as you hugged her. Looking at her you laughed in excitement. “They're amazing!”

“Aren't they!?” She called back as the band played. Lizzy watched silently, completely unphased by them, having been on tour with them recently, she’s seen and heard it all. She knew all the boys pretty well by now and it didn’t take a genius to notice that Eddie was staring directly at you. Smirking, she leaned closer to you getting your attention. “Eddie can’t take his eyes off you.”

You stared wide eyed as you took a sip of your drink looking between her and Eddie.

“Don’t be so shy!” She laughed, playing with her necklace. It wasn’t a collar this round but a choker that held a pretty little pink rose against the hollow of her throat. It looked beautiful on her.

“I love your necklace,” You said with a smile trying to change the subject.

“Thank you! Jeff got it for me!” She giggled like she knew a secret you didn't get.

You giggled too and you looked back up at the band as they took a small break before their third song. Eddie laughed at something someone in the crowd had yelled as he took a drink from a water bottle. You were so stuck on Eddie as he started to sing another song that you jumped when Lizzy held a shot in front of you. “Oh no! No! You got me fucked up last time!”

“You needed it!” Lizzy laughed. She wasn’t wrong in that regard.

“Well.. I..” You faltered as you looked at Robin who was standing with her own shot in her hands. “Fine! But I am not going to let you get me trashed this round!”

All together the three of you tapped the little glasses on the bar counter and then threw them back. The strong taste of the liquor in that shot made you shiver and your eyes water slightly. “Holy shit!”

“Birdie, when did you get here?!”

You looked up as Steve walked over and stood next to Robin behind the bar, his hands on his hips.

Robin smirked as she looked between you two before cocking her head at him. “Dude. She’s been here for hours! We’ve been watching you fail at flirting with that girl. Why do you suck so bad?”

“First of all that’s a lie. She hasn’t been here for hours. I'm not an idiot,” Steve said, pouring some ice into a glass and setting it behind the counter to pull a napkin out of his pocket. “Second of all, I got her number. So you can shove it Buckley.”

Robin looked at the napkin before she nodded and dug under the counter for a moment bringing up an old white board, pulling off the marker taped to it before writing something down making Steve roll his eyes at her before going back to making the drink he had started. “It’s the dawning of a new era!”

“Why do you still have that?”

You looked at her curiously before she turned it around to show you with a laugh. Written on the board in black marker was two columns with a bunch of tallies on it. YOU RULE and YOU SUCK written on it with a line between them. The YOU SUCK section had two little clusters of five lines and the YOU RULE had only one line. And it was still wet. Biting your lip to keep from laughing you looked over at Steve.

He pointed at you with no real heat to his stare. “Shut up.”

That made you laugh. Loudly. Your head was thrown back in complete glee which only got worse when Steve threw an ice cube at you. “I’m sorry!”

“No you’re not!” Steve argued as he went to give the drink to someone.

“I’m really not.” You said to Robin and Lizzy who were laughing with you before looking back at the band as they played, a smile on Eddie’s face as he sang, you watched as his eyes lit up when your eyes met his. You smiled at him before holding up a hand in the devil horns symbol poking your tongue out at him a little with a wink. That only made him smile wider as he went ham on his guitar, his fingers flying from string to string.

Yeah he was definitely your favorite band member.

They had played their set like they would any concert and by the time they were done with their last song the whole bar was going nuts. You cheered and clapped with the rest of them as Eddie thanked everyone again and headed off the stage with the rest of the band. He took a moment to climb the stairs out of sight and when he came back down he was empty handed and had removed his leather jacket letting you see his dark burgundy button up that was unbuttoned way too low with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Most of the tattoos that littered his chest and arms were on display and all you wanted to do was lick them.

He smiled at you and was heading over when he got stopped by a pretty redhead in full punk regalia, her chest pushed sky high by a corset that showed off her very trim waist and her short black skirt left nothing to the imagination. He smiled as he nodded his head at her before posing for a photo with his arm around her waist in a respectful way, not too high nor too low to cop a feel. Something you can only call jealousy swarmed your chest as you watched the pretty girl get up on her tiptoes, pressing her chest into Eddie’s arm as pushed a kiss to his cheek before she slipped a piece of paper into his hand and smiled at him. How dare she… Eddie was… Eddie was… just a friend. Sighing you looked away, not wanting to see that girl flirt with him anymore, taking the last drink of your vodka and cranberry you put the glass back on the bar smiling tightly at Robin as she smiled at you a bit. Lizzy looked over at you with another shot in her hand but you just shook your head. “I have a three drink rule! I want my last drink to be a good one!”

“You and that rule!” She pouts. She doesn’t know the reason behind it but she agrees to stop force feeding you shots cause you put your foot down. In the end she shrugged and took both shots causing you to laugh.

“Jeff’s going to have your ass.” Robin said as she wiped down the counter in a newly opened spot at the bar.

“Not if he doesn't know!” She called back to Robin with a smirk. Jeff always knew, doms seemed to have a sixth sense for this kind thing.

Biting your lip you glanced over towards Eddie to see a few more girls and even a couple of boys have now surrounded him asking for photos and autographs. He took it in stride with a smile on his face as he posed and signed items for them. He was definitely a rockstar. But you couldn't sit there watching them flirt and paw at him anymore. You didn't like the jealous feeling clawing at your chest. It was suddenly too hot in the bar. You needed a moment to try and get over this feeling.

“I’m going to step outside for a bit.” You called to the girls who looked over at you with a nod. Getting off your stool you pointed Lizzy into it. “Sit!”

“Yes, Ma’am!” She said with a small salute before taking your spot ordering another drink from Robin.

Quickly you moved through the crowd and back out onto the patio. The cold air slapping you in the face as you take in a breath. You needed to pull it together, you had no claim over Eddie, no reason to get jealous of anyone flirting or touching him. You were friends. Friends that had sex and shared a few kisses. That's it. He had so many people he could choose from that were more his type, you listen to the same music, yes, but your styles were so different. You liked a cozier simple style where Eddie was very much a metalhead rocker. Leaning against a pole you crossed your arms. Plus you were supposed to fix things with Peter. That idea made you want to hurl. How could you possibly fix something you didn't think was broken?

“There you are..” A voice called, it had a slight rasp to it from use.

Looking over your shoulder you blinked at Eddie as he came out onto the porch with you a few minutes later. “Here I am. You’re a very popular guy.”

“It's the hair.” He shrugged, putting his hands in his pants pockets. “What can I say, people dig it.”

You giggled as you shook your head. “I bet. You were great up there. Can't believe I got to see you guys playing live. And for free? Damn, college me just died and went to heaven.”

He laughed as he sauntered over to you leaning his shoulder next to yours on the pole. “I'm glad you liked it, I think I caught you singing along a few times. We do this sometimes. Keeps us from going crazy when we are not on tour.”

“I get that.” You nodded as a slight breeze pushed your hair into your face. You reached up to tuck it behind your ear but Eddie got there first. The heat of his hand makes the skin on your cheek burn.

“You okay?” He asked leaning in a bit, his hand now cupping your cheek fully. “You left the bar pretty quickly.”

“I just needed some air.” You nodded. “It was pretty crowded in there. The heat got to me.” 'You got to me.'

“I see.” He said looking you in the eye. “Can I ask you something?”

“You just did.” You smiled as he rolled his eyes and laughed when he tugged at a lock of your hair. “Yes you can ask me anything.”

“What's with that three drink rule you told Lizzy about the other night? I asked Steve but he told me I should ask you, that it’s personal.”

You blinked for a moment before you nodded. “Yeah it is..”

“Then you don't have to expli-”

“It's okay. I don't mind.” You shook your head turning to sit on the front steps. Looking up at him you patted the spot next to you. “Or maybe you should get your coat first?”

He shook his head as he sat next to you, his arms on his knees. “Nah I'll be okay. I run hot, remember? Plus I’m pretty warm from the stage lights.”

“Hmm,” You nodded again as you took a deep breath. “I have the three drink rule cause growing up my mom was an alcoholic. She's better now, and hasn't had a drink in well over ten years. But when I was younger I remember her drinking a lot, which I get, being married to my dad probably wasn't easy. He's… not easy to get along with. At first it was just a drink here and there on a bad day, then it was a few times a week, and eventually it turned into an everyday thing. From the moment she got up to the moment she passed out. It ruined my parents' marriage, among other things of course but that was a big part of it. My dad didn't even try to help her. He's not very… loving.”

“I've gathered," Eddie nodded.

“Yeah,” You laughed a little as you picked at a thread that popped up from the seam on your jeans. “After the divorce they shared custody of me. I would spend every other weekend with my mom but live at my dad's house for the week because of school and she would pick me up from school on the Fridays I stayed with her. She did better after the divorce, the drinking has slowed down but one weekend something happened, no one ever told me what exactly, but it set her off. When she picked me up from school she was plastered, I didn't want to get in the car with her but I didn't want to make a scene and embarrass her either. So I got in the car. I begged her to just pull into a parking space and sit for a while but she didn't.”

Eddie turned so he was facing you completely, his back leaning against the handrail. He was listening intently.

“Thankfully we didn't get into an accident but there were a couple close calls and we got pulled over. I was eleven and scared and I didn't know what to do so when the cops came to the window I just started crying. Mom got arrested, the car impounded, and when we got to the police station, I called my Nana to come get me. CPS got involved and Dad took her to court, he got full custody of me after that. The Courts made her go to rehab and AA, before she could see me again since her DUI also involved child endangerment. But she did it, she's been in recovery for a while now, she's faltered here and there but she kept going, met my step dad, Joel, in AA and they moved to upstate New York. They keep each other in check you know? Once I was old enough I started to visit them. We have a really good relationship now, I actually called her before I came out tonight. I made that rule for myself when I started drinking. I didn't want to wind up like my mom. I was scared that it was genetic I guess,” You shrug. “So for my own sanity and liver health I try to stick to three drinks. I love my mom but I don't want to go through what she did.”

“I'm glad your mom got better and I'm glad nothing happened to you guys that day. Oh god Lizzy pushed so many shots on you the other night.” He said, pushing his face into his hands.

You laughed, shaking your head. “It's fine. Letting loose once in a while won't kill me. Plus you kept me from driving home so thank you.”

“I wasn’t about to let you even look at your car sweetheart.” He said, shaking his head before smirking at you. “You're a very giggly drunk. It's cute.”

“Oh my god shut up.” You laugh a bit as you push at his knee.

“I mean it.” He chuckled and put the leg closest to the parking lot down before shoving his hand into his pocket to grab his cigarettes and lighter. Pulling one out of the carton he offers one to you but you shake your head. Placing the box in the pocket of his button up shirt he flicked open the zippo lighting his cigarette in a puff of smoke.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot, sweetheart.”

“What are your parents like?”

Eddie faltered a moment flicking the zippo closed before putting it in his shirt pocket by his carton of cigarettes. He didn't like to talk about his parents much. “My folks… weren't great. Mom took off a little after my ninth birthday. I have no idea where she is or if she's even alive. Dad.. well dad’s in jail. Has been since I was… shit… like thirteen?”

“I'm sorry, Eddie.” You said looking at the parking lot. “I shouldn't have asked.”

“No, you're fine. You talk to me about your parents, it's only fair I talk to you about mine.” He said taking a hit of his cigarette before ashing it on the stairs. “Dad was a wreck after mom left, it’s almost like he forgot how to function. He wasn't a terrible dad before but he wasn't great either you know? Taught me a lot of stuff but never really took the time to understand me as a person. He was a handyman, could fix anything, cars, lights, drywall, you name it he could do it. He was smart like that. What he wasn't smart about was the drugs he chose to do, he got addicted to heroin and would do anything to get it. He stole cars, car parts, jewelry, cash, anything he could get his hands on. He tried to get me to help him swindle people and I picked up a lot of very bad habits from him. I can pick a pocket and hot wire a car just as easily as I can fix an engine or install a sink. He moved us around a lot in the few years it was just us. I think he was running from debt collectors. He got caught lifting an expensive sports car one day, that was his third strike so they tossed him in jail on a shit ton of charges he had racked up. Been in ever since.”

“What happened to you after he went in?”

“I got sent to live with his older brother. My Uncle Wayne, he lives in Hawkins. I was with him until I was about twenty.”

“That was nice of him. You're uncle I mean.”

“Yeah, Wayne's great. He's the closest thing I have to a real dad.” Eddie laughed as he let the half gone cigarette hang from his lips. “He calls me son. He comes to watch us play when we’re on tour and we have shows nearby. He works the night shift at the plant and on his nights off he comes by to have a few drinks sometimes. He's real proud of us.”

“As he should be.” You smiled. “You guys are so good.”

“Thanks sweetheart.” He smiled. The entire time he told you about his parents he had been smoking and by now the end of his cigarette was coming close. He took one last hit and flicked the butt into the parking lot as he leaned his head back to let the smoke escape his lungs. His neck strained slightly and you had to look away because all you wanted to do was kiss it, bite it, leave your mark on it, as a warning to others. Fuck. This man was ruining you. “We should go back in. It's far too cold out here for pretty little ladies like you.”

“Can we just sit here for a little longer?” You ask, cocking your head at him, batting your lashes just a little bit. You didn't want to see all those people flirting with him, your self esteem couldn't handle that.

Chuckling he nodded and held his arms out for you. “Come get warm. I’ll be your own personal heater.”

You giggled as you scooted over to sit between his legs, your back to his chest, as he wrapped his arms around you. His warmth seeping into your back.

“Comfy?” He whispered in your ear sending a shiver down your spine.

“Mhm,” You nodded as you cuddled in a bit more before looking at the dark sky above you to see it spotted with little lights. “The stars are pretty tonight.”

“Yeah, they are,” He nodded, though you couldn't see it he wasn't looking at the sky. He was looking at you.

He was finally able to get you back into the bar about 20 minutes after that and for the rest of the night he rarely left your side. His arm was around your waist as you sat back at the bar with your last drink in hand. Eddie would step away every once in a while to smile and pose for photos and give out autographs when asked. You on the other hand couldn’t help but give Steve wide eyed looks as you sipped your drink trying not to look at the fans who would glare at you when Eddie was back at your side. What made you so special that you were getting all of Eddie’s attention? You were sure they were all thinking that and you could honestly say you didn’t know. You didn’t know what it was that drew him to you but you were just as drawn to him so you didn’t want to think about it anymore less you ruin your mood.

The night dwindled down and at two on the dot the bar was closed and locked up tight for the night; the only people left were the ones who lived in the building and Brandon. Gareth had left a bit earlier to go home to his wife, you remember giggling at him when you were introduced and he gave Eddie a teasing look while saying, ‘So this is Y/N…’. Eddie very quickly told him to shut up, his face turning a slight pink in embarrassment.

Now you were all sitting at one of the areas by the stage that held three couches and a metal sound equipment flight case for a table telling each other all the stupid things you’ve done in your lives. Lizzy had just finished telling an embarrassing story of her first time meeting Jeff from where she sat on a couch next to him, his hand grazing up and down her arm as he laughed at her.

“It was so embarrassing!” She all but shrieked, shaking her head. “All I could do was lay there with my skirt over my head; panties on full display. I wanted the ground to just eat me.”

“I still thought you were beautiful, baby girl.” Jeff laughed as he pulled her back to kiss the side of her head.

You were sitting on the floor between Eddie’s legs where he and Steve sat on the smaller of the three couches, your head was leaning up against Eddie’s knee as you laughed at the story. His hand was in your hair twirling a lock between his fingers.

“Your turn sweetheart.” Eddie laughed as he drank from his bottle of beer putting lightly on your hair.

“I don’t think…” You snap your fingers before you laugh and look up at Steve. "Remember that one Halloween when I was like twelve and you were, what? Fifteen? We got in trouble with your parents and the chief of police because we stole every last pumpkin off someone's porch, carved the dumbest faces in them and then put them back?"

“That has got to be the most wholesome prank I’ve ever heard!” Lizzy said as she giggled.

“What kind of faces?” Brandon asked as he chuckled into his beer bottle from where he sat on the stage.

“Oh god I can’t even remember I just know they were bad. I think one was just like two pinprick eyes and a line between them?” You asked Steve who nodded his head. Holding up your thumb and pointer finger you guessed at how big it was. “It was only this big. I remember it being on the biggest pumpkin too.”

“God, that lady was so pissed. Screaming about how we ruined her perfect decorations.” Steve laughed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “We had to pay for new pumpkins, listen to Hopper go on a theft rant, and then we got grounded.”

“We didn’t get any candy that year but that was still one of the best Halloweens,” You laughed as you looked up at Eddie with a grin.

He chuckled as he looked at you before leaning forward to put his empty bottle on the box, his chest meeting the back of your head and his hand traveled down a little to caress the skin around your collarbone before leaning back and looking over at Steve who was watching the two of you. “What?”

“Nothing.” Steve said with a shake of his head and a snort. Both of you were adults, you could do what you wanted. It was just weird seeing Eddie so head over heels for someone especially if that someone was you.

“Jealous?” Eddie asked as he brought his hand up off your head and placed it on Steve's knee.

“Not even close,” Steve laughed, pushing Eddie’s hand off his knee.

Everyone was giggling just as much, so it was clear this was not an unusual thing.

“Don’t be like that Chippy,” Eddie chuckled as he leaned towards Steve.

“You can’t call me that!” Steve groaned, sending you a glare before looking back up at Eddie. He was used to this by now. Eddie liked to play chicken with him whenever he could.

“Harrington, you want me to kiss you so bad it makes you look stupid.” Eddie said getting closer to him, making kissy noises, Steve in turn just pushed him away with a hand to his face.

“Shut up Munson.” Your cousin laughed rolling his eyes. “Someone else tell a story before I give Eddie a black eye!”

You all laughed and continued with your stories as you sat there just enjoying your night. Robin told you all about the time she tripped during a show for band in high school and how her trumpet went flying and landed right by the legs of the tuba player who tripped over it. It was all downhill from there; the entire band ended up laying on the grass of the football field. You couldn’t stop laughing.

“Oh shit!” Eddie said suddenly as he sat up again with a smile on his face as he looked down at you. “I forgot you brought something.”

“Oh yeah!” You nodded, sitting up watching over your shoulder as Eddie stood up carefully so he wouldn’t hurt you as he moved around you to head through the bar. You smiled back at everyone as they watched him rush into the kitchen and then back out in only a few minutes. A lavender colored box in his hands.

“Y/N brought us something as a thank you for making her feel better about her shitty date!” Eddie called as he wandered back over placing the box on the metal case before he opened it for everyone to see the baked goods inside. He was eyeing one of those brownies something fierce and he was not above fighting someone for it.

“Sugar Cloud!” Lizzy clapped excitedly as she leaned forward on the couch. “This must have been so expensive, thank you!”

“Oh hell yeah!” Robin nodded as she got up to see if you had brought her favorite, her eyes lighting up when she saw the macarons.

“It wasn’t,” You laughed as everyone looked in the box to see what they wanted.

“It’s their largest box though!” Lizzy said, grabbing a slice of strawberry shortcake and a lemon square for Jeff.

“Yeah, but I can just take them,” You shrugged before looking up at them to see they were all looking at you curiously.

“Did you steal these?” Robin asked, blinking at you a macaron in her hand.

“No! Can’t exactly steal something you made,” You laugh, shaking your head. Everyone looked at you in confusion. “Steve didn’t tell you?”

When all you got were blank stares and head shakes back you just smiled and pointed at your chest. “I’m the owner and head baker at Sugar Cloud.”

Steve practically giggled as everyone just starred and then like a shot they all started talking over each other. Lizzy was going on excitedly about how amazing your baked goods were and that they were her favorite. Jeff was just trying to get her to calm down a little bit as he laughed. Brandon was asking if you had made all of these. Robin was yelling at Steve for not mentioning it when they’ve all gone to the shop before and Eddie, well, Eddie was just smiling at you.

You laughed and nodded at all the noise. Leaning forward you crawled so you sat next to Eddie and started to point out all the ones you had made before grabbing a cupcake and handing it back over to Steve. “I made the lemon squares, brownies, and cupcakes. Ada made the shortcake and Tiffany made the macarons. I can't make those to save my life. She’s way better at it.”

“She went to culinary school and that was the only thing she ever failed at.” Steve snarked as he licked the frosting off the top of the cupcake.

“Shush you!” You sniped as you sent him a playful glare. You were about ten seconds from shoving that cupcake in his face.

“They look amazing, sweetheart.” Eddie grinned as he grabbed the brownie out of the box. Shit did he love chocolate. “Thank you.”

“Thank you guys for keeping me sane the other night.” You smiled as you moved back to lean on the couch watching everyone enjoy their treats. “You should all come by the shop soon! I give friends and family discounts!”

The rest of the night went by quickly, everyone filling up on sweets until they were about to be sick and soon it was just you and Eddie downstairs. You had excused yourself to the restroom and when you came back out you looked up at the clock behind the bar seeing that it was almost three thirty AM. It was late.. Or early? You didn’t want to think about it.

“I should go.” You said looking at Eddie as you walked back towards where he sat on the couch.

“You don't have to.” Eddie said shaking his head he really didn't want you to leave. “Not like I have anything to do tomorrow. Best thing about being on break is that I get to be lazy.”

You chuckled as you sat next to him on the couch in Steve’s vacant spot. Leaning back on the arm of the couch you pulled your legs up to tuck under you comfortably as you cocked your head at him. “Must be nice. Being laaaaazy all the time.”

“Oh it’s great!” Eddie said, chuckling, turning so he can pull on leg up on the couch to face you. His right arm settles on the back of the couch so he can lean his head on his fist. “Rest up now so when we have to get back to it we have the energy to create a whole new album, deal with press releases and interviews and concerts!”

“That sounds exhausting.”

“It can be. Lots of late nights and early mornings. Record label execs yelling at you, but you kinda just learn to shrug it off and go at your own pace or you get stuck making something you hate in the end.”

“Nothing worse than hating something you put so much time into.” You said somberly as you watched him nod. For the first time since you met it was quiet between you two, you both were just sitting there watching each other. Your eyes drifted down from his eyes to his plush lips to his bobbing Adam's apple. So distracted were you that you didn’t notice Eddie was watching you too from the flustered look on your face to you biting your bottom lips slightly as you thought.

"Wanna play a game?" He asked suddenly out of nowhere with a grin.

Blinking, you looked over to him and cocked your head to the side with a small grin. “What kinda game?”

“20 questions.”

You laughed as you shook your head at the suggestion. “Sure. Let's play.”

You both went through the normal questions, full name, age, zodiac sign, what you wanted to be when you grew up, if you have any siblings, and your favorite animal. You know the safe questions. But it soon moved to the good questions, the ones that you only asked best friends at sleepovers.

“Who was your first kiss?”

Taking a sip of the soda that Eddie had grabbed for you not long ago at the start of your game, only after he teased you about how you had been a good girl about keeping to your three drink limit and drinking the water he gave you. Laughing you sighed, “Oh man.. his name was Eric Johnston. Sixth grade. He used waaay too much tongue for an eleven year old.”

The laugh that left Eddie could only be described as a cackle. “Gross.”

“What about you? Same question.”

He seemed to hesitate for a moment before he took a good drink of his own soda. “His name was Tony Owens. A kid I knew when I was twelve in Missouri with my dad before he went to jail. He found out and he moved us out of the state pretty quickly after that.”

“Oh so you’re…” You started to say but he just shook his head making you stop mid-sentence.

“Uh, no,” He smiled, shaking his head, looking almost shy. Which seemed weird for him. “We wouldn’t have had sex if I was sweetheart. I’m bi. I don't care about the parts anyone has or how they identify. If we are both into it. I will fuck you. Don’t matter to me.” Eddie swished his glass around nervously. “Does that bother you?”

You shook your head with a grin, “Nope. Why would it?”

“A lot of people don’t like the idea of a dude kissing or fucking another dude.” He shrugged as he downed the rest of his drink.

“That doesn't matter to me.” You said looking at your glass before looking up at him through your lashes. “Who you are attracted to doesn’t determine who you are as a person. So, no, it doesn’t bother me.”

He looked you in the eye, pleased with your answer. Leaning forward he placed his empty glass on the floor. “I saw you looking at Lizzy’s collar the other night.”

“That wasn’t a question.” You laughed while taking a drink to hide your grin. You knew he had noticed.

“It’s not. More of an observation.”

“I'm sure it doesn't surprise you, considering New Years Eve.”

“It doesn't. I’m curious though. Is that something you're interested in? Not so much the collar but the idea behind it?” Eddie asked. He wanted to explore this with you, if you were willing to take the journey with him.

“You mean like BDSM?”

“Mhm,” He nodded watching you as you licked your bottom lip, your hand twirling the glass around so the ice clinked as it swirled.

“I’m… interested.” You sigh, trying to think how to word this. “I read a lot of romance novels about it and I’ve experimented a little in college with a few people but it wasn’t like I expected you know? It was mostly just getting tied down and having sex. Which was fun, don't get me wrong, but it didn’t have the right feeling…”

“You want structure, rules, not just some kinky fun every once in a while.”

“Exactly.” You nodded as you took another drink of your soda and giggled after you were done. “It’s so weird saying all this out loud and not feeling like you’re about to reject me. I’ve had a few people lose interest in me when I express interest in this kind of thing.”

“It’s hard to lose interest in someone when you have the same interests, sweetheart.” He said with a grin. Leaning towards you he gently took your glass from your hands and placed it carefully on the ground next to his empty one. “Would you maybe wanna come upstairs with me? Give it a shot?”

You blinked at him for a moment before a smile spread on your face and you nodded.

Chuckling, Eddie shook his head and pushed some of your hair from your face. “I need your words sweetheart. You gotta say it.”

“Yes, take me upstairs Eddie.” You all but whispered, your heart pounding in your ears as you watched him smile so wide. Your eyes never left his as he stood up from the couch and held his hand out for you which you took and allowed him to lift you from the couch. Just like on New Years you followed him up the stairs, past the photo of Ruby who you said a quiet hello too, and around the walkway to his room.

He let you in first and closed the door behind you, switching the lock in place. You smiled when he flipped the light on and turned to look at him over your shoulder. “So what do you have in mind?”

“You’ll see.” He smirked as he moved closer to you, his hands coming up to your jaw to cup it lightly and dropped one kiss, two, three, to your lips. “I just wanna play a little. Nothing crazy, just some light restraints and I’ll only use my hands and my mouth tonight. If this is something you want we can have a conversation and go from there. I don’t want to scare you.”

“You won't.” You shook your head slightly with your eyes closed, your noses touching as you breathed each other in. “I trust you.”

“I wanna go over some safewords with you.” Eddie said as he put his hand in yours and pulled you towards the couch. “You know about safewords, yeah?”

“Yeah,” You nod as you take a seat. “If I say them it makes everything stop.”

“Good girl,” He smiled at you. You liked when he praised you. “I like to use the stop light system. Green is good, yellow is slow down, and red is full stop. You with me so far?”

Nodding your head you let the information sink in. “Yeah, I’m good.”

“Repeat them for me.”

“Green is good, yellow is slow down, and red is stop.”

“Good. Very good. Remember those, they’re important. I usually have my subs call me by an honorific but we’ll skip that tonight.” Eddie said as stood up from the couch and wandered around his bed towards the dresser that sat under the window, pulling open the top drawer he hummed as he looked inside. He wanted something that would give you a taste but not scare you, so the rope was pushed aside for another day. His hands fiddled around with some other things that you couldn’t see as he decided what he wanted to use. Looking over his shoulder at you he had a small wicked gleam in his eye before he looked back into the drawer. “Oh, and if you wanna cum you gotta ask permission. Got it?”

You tried to get a peek of what he had going on over there but he was successfully blocking you. Taking a small breath you nodded your head. “Got it.”

“This will work.” He said to himself as he turned all the way around so you could see what he had in his hands. A set of leather cuffs. Leaning against his dresser Eddie looked at you fully now with a grin. "One more suggestion sweetheart. If you have to use the bathroom, do it now. Cause once these go on they’re not coming off until I'm done with you."

You breathed a laugh before you got off the couch and took a few steps towards the bathroom. "Then I'll go just in case."

You took a moment to use the restroom and when you came back Eddie had unbuttoned the last two buttons on his shirt so it hung open showing the entirety of his chest and the little trail of dark hair that disappeared into his pants, it made your mouth water. Biting your lip you eyed him a moment as he looked up at you from unbuckling the cuffs in his hand. They were thick black cuffs with a short chain in between them just big enough for his hand to fit if he grabbed them.

“Hey. We don’t have to do this.” Eddie said, letting the cuffs dangle from his hand as he walked over to you, placing a finger under your chin to lift your face up so he could look into your eyes. “We can just go to bed or something.”

“No, I want to.” You muttered quickly, your hand coming up to hold his wrist. “I want to try. With you.”

"Okay. You remember your safe words?"

"Yes,” You nodded.

“Good girl.” He smiled, slowly he brought the cuffs up to hang off his shoulder. His hands came up to hold your cheeks as he pushed the hair away from your face.

“We’ll try just the cuffs tonight. Don’t be afraid to say the safewords, I won't be upset.” He muttered as he leaned down, placing his lips to yours in a hungry kiss backing you up towards the bed.

You kissed him back just as fiercely, your hands moving as far into his hair as his bun would allow grabbing little handfuls making him groan at the feeling of his hair being pulled. You moaned into the kiss giving him enough of an opening to give your lip a little bite.

“Can I take this off?” He asked against your lips as he tugged at the bottom of your shirt, smiling when you let out a soft yes.

Pulling back a bit he hummed at your slightly breathless state as he grabbed the hem of your shirt, lifting it up over your arms and head before tossing it behind him before settling his hands gently on the sides of your neck. Smiling he pushed a kiss to your lips once more as he ran his hands down your shoulders and arm to grab your wrists in his own hands watching you carefully as your breath hitched in your throat. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” You nodded as you looked him in the eyes. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

“Okay,” He said as he moved his hand off one of your wrists and pulled the cuffs from over his shoulder. He worked quickly but gently, buckling the cuffs to hold you firmly, making sure he could still fit two fingers between the cuffs and your skin. “How does that feel? Too tight?”

“No, it feels good.” You said looking at your bound wrists. The leather was softer than you expected and just looking at it made tiny bolts of pleasure shoot straight to your core. "What now?"

“Now? Now, I'm going to play to my heart's content. I wanna see how many times I can get you to cum until you are crying for me to stop.” Eddie cocked his head at you with a sly grin as he watched you pull on at the cuffs experimenting with your movement. The little clinks of the chain between them is the only sound for a few minutes. You weren't the only one affected by this, Eddie shifted a little trying to adjust the tight feeling in his pants as he watched you. Seeing the look of uncertainty in your eyes when you looked up at him, he narrowed his eyes. “Has no one ever done that before?”

Shaking your head you looked at anything but him. “Uh, no?”

“Really? No ones ever made you cum more than once?”

“Well no,” You shrugged awkwardly in your bonds. “The few guys I was with in college were pretty much one and done. Only two people have ever made me come twice and that was a guy from culinary school and you on New Year's."

“Jesus Christ.” Eddie said, shaking his head. Placing his hand gently on your chest he pushed you back onto the mattress making you land on it with a bounce, a little laugh leaving you. Your jean clad legs are still hanging off the side of the bed. He took a moment to remove all the rings from his fingers, placing them in a tiny bowl on his nightstand. “Point me towards these guys cause holy shit..”

"What would you do if I did?" You smirked up at him watching as he moved back over towards you pushing your knees apart so he could stand between them.

"I'm just gonna talk to ‘em." He murmured as he grabbed the chain between your cuffed hands and stretched them above your head giving you a little smirk as he looked down at you, his whole body leaning over you so you felt his chest against yours. The fabric of your bra scraped against his nipple piercings as his guitar pick necklace swayed against your throat slightly. “Do not move these or I will tie you to the bed so you can't move at all. Understand?”

“Yes.” You nodded breathlessly, a warmth flaring on your cheeks as you felt how wet you were getting, he hasn’t even touched you yet!

He just smirked as he trailed his fingers down from your wrists, over your forearms and triceps, to your shoulders chuckling to himself as you squirmed when he hit your armpits. “Ticklish?”

“No…” You gasped out making him snort as he did it again which only made you try and squirm away from him but he just grabbed your hips tutting at you to stay still. “Okay... Maybe.”

“Yeah, I thought so." Eddie said as he continued with his soft caressing. His fingers moving down to your chest pinching and plucking at your nipples through your bra before he grabbed the cups and pulled them down, manhandling your breasts until they sat over your bra which pushed them up for easier access. His thumbs brushed over your nipples gently before he gave them a sharp pinch that made you gasp, your back arching just a bit at the pain as it slowly slipped into pleasure, your panties were now definitely starting to get soaked. He let his thumbs caress your nipples gently almost like an apology. “Guys these days don’t know how to treat a lady.”

“Tying them up and having your way with them?” You asked breathlessly, trying your best to look down at him through your half lidded eyes. Your body was buzzing.

“Only if they are very good little girls. Or very bad if that’s how they wanna play it.” He smirked, giving your breasts a quick squeeze before he continued to trail his fingers down your stomach to the button of your jeans. Tucking his fingers under the top of them he gave you a look waiting for your go ahead and when you nodded with a smile and a quiet yes, he undid the button and zipper on your pants and grabbed the sides pulling them down over your hips, thighs, calves until he was catching your converse with them pulling those off as well as your socks. Tossing everything to the side he let out a low whistle as he looked you over. Arms cuffed and resting over your head, hair tossed, breasts out and pushed up by your bra, and the wettest pair of panties he has seen in a while. “Look at you.”

Your eyes closed as you felt his hands on your thighs slowly pushing them apart so he could get a good look at your ruined underwear. His fingers dug into the meat of your thighs slightly before he moved them up to softly caress you through the fabric hiding you from him. A small whine left you at the feeling of his fingers swirling over your clit, your hands grabbing at the sheets under you to keep your hands where Eddie had placed them. You didn’t want to disappoint him. A quiet moan slipped past your lips when his fingers started to move faster on your little bud. The friction of your soaked panties only ramped you up a bit. “Ah… Eddie..”

“That feel good, baby?” He asked as he glanced up at you trying to gauge your reaction by facial features. You looked a little pathetic, your eyes half closed, a warmth started to simmer under your skin, bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you moaned out a quiet "uh huh". He loved it. Smirking he mocked you a bit by copying your little uh huh with his own. "Yeah I can tell."

“Eddie…” You sighed as you felt the pressure in your tummy start to build. It felt good but it wasn't enough, you needed the barrier of your panties gone. “Eddie… please.”

“What sweetheart?” He said as he moved his fingers away from your clit to cup your mound making you gasp, his middle finger rubbing your entrance through the soaked cloth, he leaned over you then his hand next to your head to support himself. “Need something?”

“Please.. please touch me…” You whined breathlessly looking up at him. “Eddie please.”

“I am touching you.” He smirked. He was enjoying this, you could tell. His hand moved so he could go back to circling your clit making your back arch slightly, your chest practically touching his.

“Ha,” You whimpered. Your cheeks burned at the attention. Your embarrassment was obvious, you couldn't say it. It only made him smile more. He liked hearing you beg. The bulge in his pants said so. “More. Please. More.”

“If you want something you gotta use your words.” He muttered into your ear as he started to kiss and nip at your neck, his teeth leaving little red marks in his wake as he trailed down the column of your neck to your collarbone sucking a hickey on the spot, getting more into it as you moaned. “Come on baby. Tell me what you want.”

“Off..” You mumbled as you felt that coil inside you start to get just slightly tighter. “Underwear off.. Please.”

“See that wasn’t so hard now was it?” He cooed at you as he slipped his fingers from your clit and tucked them under the elastic, his entire body moving away so he could pull them from you and tossed them somewhere behind him. His fingers were back on you in seconds, running up and down your wet folds, he made a little sound in his throat that if you were in your right mind you would have realized was a little whine of his own. “You're so wet baby. This all for me?”

“Yeah,” You nodded as you bucked up again, feeling much better now that the little barrier was gone. “All yours.”

“Damn right it is.” Eddie chuckled, giving the inside of your thigh a light smack that made you jump. He leaned over you again making you glance up at him as he poked your bottom lip with his fingers. “Get them nice and wet for me babe.”

Your mouth dropped open and you moaned when he pushed them past your lips to sit on your tongue. You took your time licking and sucking on his fingers, your spit coating his digits. You could taste yourself on them. You’d never done this before but you couldn’t say you hated it. It made you want to clench your thighs together to get even the tiniest bit of relief but his damn hips were in the way and you couldn’t close your legs.

He watched with shallow breaths as you sucked on his fingers your pupils were blown with lust, just like his, he was sure of it. Slowly, so slowly, he pulled his fingers from your lips, a small string of saliva still attached to your tongue. He let a few words of praise fall from his lips that had you keening. You felt him trace your entrance a few times before pushing a finger into your heated core, your walls clenching down at the intrusion. His other had rubbed the skin on your pelvis as he cooed at you. “Relax sweetheart. Let me in, I got you. It’s okay.”

Taking a deep breath you forced your wound up body to settle down letting Eddie push farther into you until he was satisfied. You heard his quiet “there we go” as he pulled his finger back out just to push it in again. His finger was so thick and he felt so fucking good. Your breathing started to pick up as he continued to torture and tease you adding the second finger in with the first making you feel so full. You felt yourself hurtling towards the edge and you moaned a little louder than you expected as your brain started to feel just as fuzzy as your body. Looks like his earlier teasing got to you more than you had expected if he was able to get you here so quickly. “Eddie.. Oh god.. Eddie.. Close.. So close.”

“Something you gotta ask me sweetheart?” He smirked as he pushed his thumb onto your little button, swirling it around as his middle and ring finger pumped in and out of you, his fingers curling to hit that spongy little spot inside you that made you see stars. He remembered exactly where it was from last time. Had practically memorized it just in case. He knew you were close; he could feel your walls sucking him in, getting tighter and tighter.

Ask him? Shit! You couldn’t think. Fuck what did he say!? You were so close you could taste it, that coil pulled so tight you could snap any moment now. Fuck… Fuck.. FUCK! ‘If you wanna cum you gotta ask permission. Got it?’ THAT WAS IT! “Fuck.. Eddie.. Can I cum? Please? Pleasepleasepleaseplease..”

“Well since you asked so nicely.” He snarked and moved his fingers faster, feeling as your legs started to shake. “Go on baby. Cum for me. You can do it.”

All you saw was white as you came, a back arching, toe curling, mind melting orgasm that left you breathless as he continued to play with you through your high. You barely heard him as he praised you the whole time while you came down.

“That’s it baby,” He muttered at you as you started to twitch from overstimulation on your poor lady bits. “Good girl. Such a good girl for me aren’t you? Did so good. Proud of you.”

All you could do was nod as your hands released the sheets you were white knuckling. You whined when he pulled his fingers out and brought them to his own mouth, sucking your slick from them. It left you panting.

You felt the bed move as he laid next to you, his hand coming up to push your sweat soaked hair from your forehead as he made his way up to check on your cuffed wrists. His hand falling into your open palm. “You okay? Can you squeeze my hand for me sweetheart?”

You heard him chuckle when you did. Blinking your eyes open you looked over at him.

“Hi.” He smirked.

“Hi.” You smiled. “Holy shit.”

“You good?”

“Mhm.” You nodded.

“Good.” He muttered as he rolled so he was now sitting up straddling your pelvis, but he wasn’t crushing you, he took extra care to make sure he wasn't putting any weight on you. “Cause that was only one.”

“What?”

He pouted at your shocked expression. “Remember? I told you, I was going to make you cum until you were crying for me to stop. You’re not crying yet baby.”

“Fuck.” You chuckled as you closed your eyes again.

“Such language from such a pretty little thing.” He tutted as ran his finger tip down to your nipples again, pinching them between his thumb and forefinger before he leaned down to suck one into his mouth, his thumb rubbing circles on the other. He looked up through his lashes at you with a wicked smile on his face as he let go of your nipple with a pop. “Now, let's see how many I can get out of you.”

Five. No six. No… You didn’t remember. By the time you practically screamed your safeword at him he had gone to town on you. Your neck and chest were covered in hickeys, nipples sore and throbbing from all the licking, biting, and pinching he had put them through, you could still feel his tongue on your clit and his fingers inside you making your walls clench. Your thighs are red and stingy from the slaps he gave you when you moved your hands as he ate you out. His sharp "Where should your hands be?" A not so gentle reminder. At one point you had moaned so loudly that he had to cover your mouth with his hand to make sure you didn’t wake anyone up. You tried to get your breathing under control, your mind and body in a sleepy daze, your muscles twitching as you came down.

You whined and tried to squirm away from him as he ran a warm washcloth over your overstimulated cunt but he only shushed you gently muttering sweet nothings to you as he cleaned you up. You were so close to being asleep you barely registered it as he sat on the bed pulling you onto his lap so he could carefully unbuckled the cuffs around your wrists, tossing them on the dresser, and then unclasping your bra tossing that onto the floor with the rest of your clothes. Gently he started to massage the life back into your arms.

“You with me, pretty girl?”

Taking a deep breath you nodded your head, eyes heavy as you looked up at him. You could feel how hard he was against your back. “I’m here. Need me to take care of that?”

“Hmm?” He asked as he moved his hands up to massage your biceps and shoulders.

“You have a hard on. I can take care of it for you.”

"Nah, you're okay sweetheart. Tonight was about you anyway, I can deal with a boner. I haven’t died from one yet." He laughed as he pulled you close so your back was up against his warm chest as he leaned back on his pillows that he had propped up against the metal headboard. Leaning over he grabbed the little bottle of gatorade that he placed on the nightstand along with some fruit snacks before he cleaned you up. Cracking it open he brought it to your lips. “Drink this for me okay? You did so good. So proud of you for using your safeword.”

You hummed at the praise as you settled into his lap. You took the bottle from him in your shaky hand taking small sips of the cool liquid.

“So what did you think?” Eddie asked as he nuzzled his face into your neck leaving little kisses, his arms winding themselves around your torso. “Too much?”

Chuckling, you shook your head lightly as you sipped more of your drink. “No, it was great. Everything I wanted it to be.”

“I didn’t scare you?”

“Not even once.” You muttered lifting your hand up to play with his hair. It had fallen out a bit while you were playing.

“Good.” He smiled as he looked over at his clock. “Damn, it’s almost six in the morning.”

“Holy shit.” You said looking up at the clock as well before looking up over your shoulder at him. “Should I crash in a guest room?’

“Absolutely not.” He said with a shake of his head. “You’re stayin’ right here where I can keep an eye on you. Don’t want you dropping.”

“Dropping?”

“Sub drop.” Eddie said, grabbing a pack of fruit snacks from his nightstand. Ripping it open he held it out to you watching as you started to snack on them, the hand not holding the bag rubbed up and down your arm. “It happens sometimes after an intense scene. You got so many feel-good hormones goin’ on in your body that when you even out and feel normal again you can slip into a depression when all the euphoric feelings are gone. I don’t want you to be alone right now. So you’re staying right here with me.”

“Okay,” You nodded as a yawn made your jaw crack.

“Sleepy girl.” He smiled down at you. “I wore you out.”

In almost no time you finished the fruit snacks and the gatorade and once again found yourself in Eddie’s Iron Maiden shirt. When he brought it upstairs you have no idea but it was comfortable and familiar. You used the restroom and opened the door so you could both brush your teeth. You took a moment to poke him in the side with a small laugh when you realized he kept the brush you used the other morning in a cup next to his on the bathroom counter. He just winked at you.

Soon you were crawling onto the bed, flopping down in a very unladylike manner onto the pillows as a wave of tiredness hit you. You stretched groaning at your tense muscles and you watched Eddie as he got ready for bed. He pulled off the open button up completely, tossing it on the floor before working on his pants leaving him in just his boxers, you licked your lips at the sight. Pulling the hair tie from his hair he pulled the blankets back and got comfortable.

“Come here you.” Eddie muttered as he tucked the both of you into his bed, his arms open in invitation and you took no time in cuddling up to him, your head on his chest, his heartbeat in your ear. His arm went around your shoulders pulling you close. You decided right then that you were not going to fix anything with Peter. There was no way in hell that you would. Not when you could have Eddie.

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