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Bend the Rules - AU Eddie Munson x OC

warnings: teenage au eddie munson, forbidden love, high school romance, pure fluff

word count: 10.4k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1315622283-bend-the-rules-peyton

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The blaring sounds of his alarm pulled Eddie from his sleep, and with a deep groan, the boy rolled onto his back, swiping a tired hand across his face and through his short dark hair. Getting up for school was never something he wanted to do. In fact, going to school was never something he wanted to do. He stretched his tired limbs, just as a stern knock came from his door.

“Ed, get your ass in gear, boy! Spring breaks over, you’re going to be late” His uncle Wayne called through the wooden door.

With another dramatic groan, he pulled himself from under his sheet and rolled out of bed, barely catching his feet underneath him. He grabbed an Iron Maiden shirt from his floor and sniffed it quickly before pulling it over his head, as he kicked up a pair of dark jeans from beside his dresser, pulling those on too and attaching his signature handcuff belt. Eddie grabbed his leather jacket that had his dark grey hoodie still inside and slid his arms into it, pulling the hood up when he finally walked out of his room, grabbing a black metal lunchbox off his chair.

Eddie grabbed the piece of toast out of his uncle’s hand with a smirk, “Let’s go, I thought you said we were going to be late,” he quipped.

“We are,” Wayne narrowed his eyes at his nephew, following him out the door, “and let’s make sure we stay at school today, I don’t want any more calls from Hopper saying he caught you messing around in town, you hear me?”

Eddie chewed on his dry piece of bread as he turned his head around, smirking at his uncle.

“Tell that to Steve, not me. You know I would never risk anything by stealing Mrs. Crain’s wig and feeding it to-”

“Enough, son.” Wayne sighed, leaving Eddie with a smirk on his face. The 16-year-old boy knew too well what kind of pranks he’d been pulling with his best friend Steve since they were in kindergarten.

“Just don’t get your ass arrested. Can’t bail you out of there and you know that.”

Eddie chewed his toast and nodded, saluting with two fingers as he made his way further down to where the car was parked, followed by his uncle.

Wayne had barely come to stop in front of the high school when Eddie had already opened the door to jump out. It was almost 7:50 and he needed to make it to the lockers before he missed her. Or he wouldn’t be able to talk to her until third period and he couldn’t let that happen. Not after spending the entirety of his break trying (and failing) to stave off thoughts of what it’d be like to hold her hand or kiss her lips. Foolish little daydreams he shouldn’t even be entertaining given who he was.

“I have a double today, remember to eat dinner when you get home, please. And no-“

“Messin' around I got it, I would never.” Eddie answered back with a sly smirk, “see ya in the morning.”

“Alright kid, have a good day.”

The hallways were still jammed back with students chatting and laughing as he crammed his skinny body through tiny openings. “Shit,” he eyed the grouping of football players two years his senior and curved to the left, pressing himself through their circle as fast as his legs would take him in his converse and came to a skitting stop as he broke through the final opening and saw her.

Her long honey-brown hair fell in soft waves around her face and down the back of her cute pastel-striped top, heat licking at the back of his neck as his eyes trailed over the shortened hem that showed the smallest hint of her stomach. She closed her locker, swinging her teal backpack over her shoulders.

“Munson, where do you think you're going?” One of the football players had spotted him and was bee-lining towards him.

“Not today Hargrove,” he backed away and put his hands in the air, “I don’t know how many times I have to turn you down, I told you…” his eyes fluttered to where she had started to wander to class. “You just wear the wrong lip gloss, I break out in hives every time we make out!” He hollered and turned on his heel darting away from the threats that Billy screamed in his direction and around the corner.

“Where are you? Damnit,” he whispered, knowing he had a tiny window to say good morning to her. But his eyes caught a glimpse of her backpack in the crowded hallway and he jogged toward her. He lifted his hand to his mouth and checked the smell of his breath with a quick huff of air before straightening himself out and slowing his pace to catch up with her. Act casual… he thought.

“Peyton,” he called out to her and she turned to look at him over her shoulder, the light catching the swirls of light brown in her iris.

He came to a stop just before her, taking a deep breath to collect himself as his eyes lingered over her. Like the first glimpse of the morning sun, she shone with a warm, dimpled smile that always made the butterflies in his stomach seek their way around his heart.

“Hi Eddie,” She beamed. “What’s up?”

“It’s cool, you? Did you have a good break?” He shifted nervously on his feet, not seeing Peyton for a whole week made him realize how much he’d missed her soft, velvety voice.

She shrugged as she grasped the straps of her backpack. “I’m good. The first days were good, but a whole week at the lake house with my family and their friends made me want to pull my hair out by the end,” she chuckled lightly.

The bell rang, making the students left in the hallway rush past them to head to their early morning classes. This was it if it was now ever going to happen. He’d prepared himself every awakened hour for a whole week.

Well, he’d tried to at least.

“Maybe we can talk later when we have more time?” She said as she was on the way to turn around.

Eddie nodded enthusiastically and tried his best to shoot her a charming smile as he walked back down the hall, watching her as she walked away. When she was out of sight, the boy ran his hand over his short hair and rolled his eyes, feeling a small blush creeping up his neck as a soft smile found its way onto his lips.

Instead of going to class, Eddie slipped out the side door and wandered around to the back of the school. He pulled a smoke out of the inside pocket of his jacket and lit it. A familiar head of short honey-brown hair rounded the corner and breathed a laugh with a shake of his head.

“First day back, and you’re skipping already?” Steve quipped, nudging his elbow into his best friend.

With a strong inhale and a shrug of his shoulders, he smirked, “what can I say? I have a rep to keep up,” he teased back, “what are you doing out here?”

“Running laps, but I saw you sneak back here,” Steve shrugged, leaning against the wall opposite his friend, “I saw you talking to Peyton this morning, you still haven’t given that up huh?”

Eddie choked a laugh, and rolled his eyes, “that’s rich coming from the boy who can’t even talk to Nancy Wheeler”

“I can talk to her! I’m just, playing the long game,” Steve brushed his hair behind his ear and pushed himself off the wall, “I have to go back to PE, get to class will you?” he laughed as he took off.

“Whatever you say, mom,” Eddie shouted after him, laughing to himself as he took the last inhale of his cigarette before putting it out with his foot. Deciding that Steve wasn’t so wrong about going back to class, he made his way into school again, hiding in a room under the steps where he usually would meet his friends during tests to check the answers, until the next lesson would start.

When he heard the school bell ring, he made his way out of his cave and to his next class. Biology - he hated it. The only good thing was, she was in this class too.

Walking into the classroom of his biology teacher Mr. Ward, Eddie spotted Peyton sitting alone in the back of the class, the seat next to her basically inviting him to sit there.

“This seat taken?” Eddie asked as he reached Peyton who turned her head from her notebook to Eddie. He could make out some drawings that she did before she closed the notebook and put it on the side of the table.

“No, no. You can sit there if you want.” She smiled softly, and Eddie responded with a huge grin on his face, sitting down and getting his books out.

Before Eddie could say anything else, Mr. Ward clapped his hands and brought everyone's attention to the front of the room. Well, everyone’s except his. His chocolate brown eyes kept flickering to the girl sitting beside him, listening in on the small whistle her nose made as she breathed in.

He watched as she tucked a piece of honey-brown hair behind her ear, and swiped her tongue along her plump bottom lip. She was taking notes as the teacher rambled on about some sort of ecosystem that Eddie was not listening to. He bit the inside of his cheek and glanced down at his textbook.

Ok you idiot, quit staring, she’s going to think you're creepy, he thought to himself, letting out a deep breath.

“Page 67,” Peyton leaned over and whispered to him with a smile.

Scrunching his eyebrows together, he smiled back and looked up, “What?”

“We’re on page 67,” She pointed to his book.

“Oh yeah, yeah thanks,” he laughed nervously, flipping through his book to the right page. Eddie tapped his fingers on the page, quickly picking up a pen and scribbling something into his notebook before ripping the small corner of the page and sliding it across the table to Peyton.

U look pretty in blue

A soft pink blush crept up her cheeks to match her small smile as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. Peyton tucked her hair behind her ear once more and scribbled something back to him.

Thank you with a tiny heart beside it.

Now Eddie was the one blushing as he turned to catch her gaze, just as a ray of sunshine caught her bright amber eyes, illuminating the colour of her iris. He felt his breath catch in his throat as he turned his eyes back up to the front of the class. Not that he was going to listen at all to Mr. Ward, he never did, but he needed to distract himself enough to get rid of the fuzzy feeling of being in such close proximity. Her warm vanilla scent swirled in his nose every time she flicked her hair.

“I—” Eddie went to say but Mr. Ward turned an icy glare on him prompting the urge to give him the middle finger but that would result in him being sent to detention on his first day back.

Uncle Wayne would kill him and he’d never see his angel again.

“I have a double today, remember to eat dinner…”

He flipped over another piece of paper and twirled the pen between his fingers methodically as he thought about the wording. He scribbled across the paper, dumping every ounce of courage he had into the note.

Do you want to come over for pizza tonight?

Wayne did say to eat… he just didn’t say what and with who. Eddie smiled to himself before sliding it under her book and taping the table with his pen to get her attention.

He flipped the pen nervously in his hand as she lifted her book. Her eyes scanned the small piece of paper before setting her book back down and facing forward. Eddie’s heart hammered the longer she stared forward listening to Mr. Ward ramble on about the powerhouse of the cell.

Eddie’s eyes flickered over to her while he pretended to pay attention. She had her lip between her teeth biting back a smile but the upturned corners of her mouth gave her away. The sight only sent a wave of butterflies through him.

She lifted her book once again scribbling something before sliding it across to him.

Sausage and Mushroom?

Eddie couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across his face as he wrote a response.

Anything for you, m’lady.

A soft giggle escaped Peyton’s lips and caused Mr. Ward to spin around and glare at the two of them. A deep clear of this throat brought the two students' attention back to the front of the room. For the rest of the lesson, they tried their best to stare at the board and listen. Eddie was tuned out of whatever was happening again, as the nerves of what he’d just asked her sunk in. His room was a disaster and the trailer was not something he wanted to show off. Not that he was ashamed of it, but someone like Peyton deserved better than that.

Peyton Morris was from the suburban part of town that Eddie was never allowed in. Her father owned some chain of restaurants that were everywhere in the country and she was one of the kids at school who had their own car the moment she turned 16. The two had met the summer before high school started when her family moved in. Eddie had been at Steve’s while his parents were away, it was the only time he was allowed there, and the two boys were out biking when they saw the moving truck. He’d had a crush on her since that day.

And now she was actually going to hang out with him. By themselves. At his place. Eddie sucked in a deep breath and practically lept from his seat the second the bell rang. He couldn’t let her know how nervous he had become or how much he was slightly regretting asking her over.

“Eddie! Wait up,” a soft giggle came from behind him as Peyton jogged up to meet him.

He swiped his hand over his head and pressed his lips into a thin line, “Sorry I uh, almost got you detention”

She shrugged and nudged her elbow into his side, “would’ve been worth it,” she smirked, “I’ll meet you at your locker after school okay?”

Eddie fought to contain his excitement as his cheeks warmed and his fingers fidgeted in the pockets of his leather jackets. “Yah three thirty sharp,” he nodded.

The rest of the day went by pain stakingly slow. Eddie found himself watching the clock in every classroom like if he stared at it long enough he might be able to use the force to make it advance time.

When the last bell rang he skirted from the classroom, nearly tripping over Steve and Robin by their lockers to get down the hall. His heart hammering in his chest praying that Peyton had been confident in her decision and she’d be waiting for him.

When he rounded the corner she was there, waiting patiently with a soft smile on her face. She looked down at the watch on her wrist and scowled, “it’s three thirty three, you’re late Munson.”

“I.. oh god—,” he stuttered worried she was actually upset with him.

“I’m kidding,” she laughed, “you ready?”

“We’ll have to walk to my place,” he admitted nervously, every stipulation he offered was followed by the irrational fear that it would make her change her mind.

“I have my bike,” she offered. “It’s one of those big handlebars, you think you can peddle us there without dropping me?” She smiled.

Panic coursed through him as the worry of dropping her became a harsh reality. “I-uh-I think I can handle that.”

Peyton laughed with a raised brow, “you don’t sound so sure.”

He sucked in a deep breath, “Well I mean it might take me a minute to get used to your bike and the way it rides but…” he rambled on trying to find any ounce of courage left within him.

She grinned, tucking her book back closer to her chest. “You don’t have to be nervous Eddie. It’s just me.”

Yeah, that’s the problem, he thought.

He forced a smile, “I’ll try not to be.”

The pair made their way out of the school, pulling looks from almost everyone they passed causing Eddie to pull his hood back up over his head. Even the rest of the school knew she was too good for him, but Peyton responded by looping her arm with his as they walked out the front door together.

Instantly, Eddie felt his palms get sweaty and heat crawled up the back of his neck, but he pushed it all down as soon as they got to her bike. She unlocked it from the bars and pulled it free, turning to him with that gorgeous smile on her face.

He took the bike from her and smirked, “your chariot m’lady,” he chuckled, as he climbed on and offered her his hand.

“Why thank you, good sir,” she teased, using his hand to settle herself on the handlebars, before he took off down the street, sending Peyton into a fit of giggles.

“You okay?” Eddie laughed with her. She nodded her head and placed her hand over his to keep herself steady, pressing her fingers between his, she looked back at him with a smirk.

“Don’t throw me off,” Peyton commented.

With a wink, he linked one of his fingers over hers, “I got ya, don’t worry.”

Her laughter giggle echoed through the air as the wind blew through her hair and tickled Eddie's nose. He hadn’t felt this free in a while and that was saying something. Eddie thrived on that feeling, anything dangerous that pushed the limits of society and filled him with adrenaline. But this… this was different. It was unbridled joy and it felt like he was flying.

He pushed them faster until they hit the big hill at the end of the road, the trailer park was at the bottom. Her home at the top, in a neighborhood he could only imagine was chalk full of manicured lawns and perfectly healthy families. As they rounded the top he halted his peddling and let gravity take control, “hold on!” He yelled over the sound of wind in his ears.

Her hands squeezed tightly around his and she leaned into him. Her backpack pressed against his chest and her head fell back against his shoulder putting full trust in his ability to keep them steady. He watched as she closed her eyes and let the wind fill her hair and Eddie just knew that she felt the same.

They were flying together.

Eddie could feel the first genuine smile on his lips that he’d had in a long time. The feeling of freedom and not caring about the world around them. Letting her spirit guide him in this new feeling of not being afraid.

They finally pulled up outside the trailer, and Eddie brought the bike to a screeching halt, offering out his hand as Peyton jumped off, letting out a musical laugh that tickled his ears and made his heart sing.

“That… was incredible,” she breathed, spinning around to see Eddie gently placing her bike against the front steps.

He laughed with her, and grinned, “I’m glad you think so,” in a fit of confidence, he walked up to her and brushed his hand through her long hair, fixing the pieces that were now sticking up from the wind. It was just as soft as he’d imagined, until Eddie realized what he was doing and retreated his hand, a blush creeping up his neck, “sorry…”

“Thanks,” she fixed the rest of her hair herself and flickered her eyes to the trailer with a soft smile.

Eddie cleared his throat, and gestured dramatically to his home, “Welcome to my castle,” he offered her his arm, “right this way…”

“Such a gentleman,” Peyton giggled, wrapping her arm under his once more.

They walked up the front steps and Eddie pulled open the front door, “after you, sweetheart,” he tried his best to sound confident as the nerves of her being in his home set in once more. Butterflies swarmed his stomach as she once more shot him that beautiful smile as she thanked him, taking a few steps inside.

Eddie walked in and shut the door behind him. He turned towards Peyton and his knees nearly gave out at the sight of her in the middle of his trailer looking back at him with soft expectant eyes. He almost pinched himself just to make sure this moment was actually happening, that it wasn’t just one of the foolish little daydreams that littered his brain. The pinch would probably get him to talk too, instead of just staring at her holding his breath as he was doing now.

He watched as she fiddled with the strap of her backpack, a faint crease forming between her brows while she chewed softly at the corner of her lip before being the braver one of the two and breaking the silence.

“Um, shoes off? Or?”

“Oh, um, yeah yeah. You can throw your bag over there too. Here, let me-” Eddie rushed through his words as he began to kick off his boots and moved forward to take her bag off her shoulders, stumbling over his feet in the process. Peyton grabbed onto his arm to try to stop his fall but he took her down with him unintentionally.

Peyton landed atop him, her hands gripped into his shirt, with a shocked look on her face. “Oh god,” she blushed, “I’m sorry, are you hurt?” She asked, looking over him.

“Never better,” he smiled, trying to hide his amusement. He had been waiting to be this close to her, in this exact way all school year and yet now that he was in such a compromising position he wasn’t sure he was ready to chase that dream.

His eyes flickered to her lips, and instinctively her eyes followed his trail, her cheeks flushing with nerves. “Here,” she pushed off him and came to a stumbly stance over him with her hand extended to help him up. “How about that pizza?”

“I’ll have to order it,” he sighed, hoping that Argyle would answer the phone. He owed him a favor and Eddie didn’t have any money but when he had invited Peyton over for pizza that wasn’t at the forefront of his mind.

He walked to the phone, stripping it from the wall and pressed it to his ear as he watched Peyton survey her surroundings. He was more nervous than he had expected, wanting to know what was turning in her pretty little head as he listened to the dial tone.

Eddie could feel his heart hammering in his chest as he watched her moving about. He let out a breath and shook his head, trying to shake off the feeling that was creeping back in. He pressed the pizza place's number and a wash of relief came over him when Argyle did answer the phone.

After ordering the pizza, and getting Argyle to agree to his terms, he hung up the phone and turned back to his guest. Ok be cool, just wait for the pizza, he thought to himself.

“Pizza should be here in fifteen minutes,” he sighed and cleared his throat as he moved over to flop onto the couch.

Peyton shot him a soft smile, and sauntered over to sit beside him, “There’s uh, a lot of caps on the walls”

Eddie laughed and looked around as he nodded, “Yeah my uncle is kind of a collector. Anywhere he goes, he has to get one to bring back,” he explained, “the funny part is, he actually wears all of them, switches it out every few days.”

“That is pretty impressive… your place is really nice Eddie,” she swiped her tongue along her bottom lip and looked down as she fidgeted with her hands, “it really feels like a home”

Taking in her words, he wasn’t really sure what she meant. Eddie looked around the trailer and saw little reminisces of his life with his uncle, and a soft smile appeared on his lips. There were a couple of pictures of him as a boy, that one time his uncle tried to get him to play baseball and a couple of years later at his first guitar concert. It had taken her words for Eddie to actually realize the amount of work his uncle had put in to make this place home just for him.

“Thanks,” He answered quietly, rubbing his hand into the back of his neck, “hey there’s a stack of movies by the TV if you want to pick one, whatever you want to watch,” he commented, changing the subject over to something else and grinning over at his guest as he caught her gaze.

She bit her lip, smiling at him and not helping the thundering in his chest as she made her way over to the stack.

“Any preference?” Payton asked peering over her shoulder at him.

The sunset through the windows caught the golden flecks in her eyes, the amber strands of hair that poked through the dark brown and the way her lips were a perfect shade of pink all making his jaw drop slightly as he watched her. Suddenly she was the most beautiful thing in his trailer.

Finally, he shook his head, bringing himself back to reality. “No preference.” He said softly getting up to help her look.

A wide smile beamed over her lips as she picked up a copy of The Breakfast Club.

“Have you seen this?” She asked.

He wanted to lie and tell her no. But the truth was he’d watched it about ten times so far.

“Classic bad boy falls in love with the good girl?” He grinned, “that’s right up my alley.”

“Good,” she smiled, “because it’s one of my favorites.”

Eddie smiled, resting his hand on top of the VHS tape his fingers brushing the inside of her wrist as she let him take the tape. He sucked in a breath feeling tiny fireworks shoot up his arm from the warmth of her skin.

Quickly he pulled his hand back, the VHS clattering to the floor between them.

“Shit.” He mumbled kneeling down to pick it up hearing her giggle as she looked down at him. Dark brown eyes meeting hers.

“There are those nerves again.” She smirked.

He exhaled a shaky deep breath as he straightened back up again with the tape, feeling the redness creeping up along his neck. He had to admit it, to be honest it was pretty obvious, he was feeling like a mess. Clumsy and acting like he hadn’t a clue how to act around girls. Or for the fact any human being in his state.

But this was Peyton Morris. In his trailer. With just a small gap between them with her head slightly tilted to the side, a warm smile lingering on her lips that continued to spread through him.

A dream that somehow had come true.

“You don’t have to be nervous around me, Eds, I don’t exactly bite.” Both chuckled as more warmth spread through him when she gently placed her hand over his. “I’m really glad you invited me over. I needed this escape from my reality. To let loose and have fun.”

Eddie cleared his throat and nodded, trying not to suffocate from the way his pulse raced from their touch. “Sorry…and I’m really glad you didn’t neglect me…”

She giggled, that adorable little giggle with her sparkling, mesmerizing eyes. “From the words of Eddie Munson? I could never.”

If it weren’t for the distant knock on the door that turned clearer the third time, he wouldn't have been able to move from his frozen spot. Peyton nodded her head to the door with a soft smile and he scurried to make his way over.

Opening the door, Argyle stood with the pizza cardboard in his hands with a huge grin on his colorful, patterned clothing that could be seen from space.

“Eyo brochacho! The free pizza for the man himself has arrived!” He bowed his head and reached out the box for Eddie like he was offering it to royalty.

“Thanks, man,” He grabbed the box from his friend. “Talk to ya later okay bye,” with that, he slammed the door closed. Maybe it was his nerves that took over or-

No, definitely his nerves.

“Pizza is here,” Eddie said on his way to the couch, not really thinking about it. He set the pizza down on the table in front of the couch, just like he always did with his uncle. Just when he realized that this wasn’t the perfect way to eat pizza with a girl he liked - or at least he thought it was - his cheeks heated up and he looked at Peyton.

“I-I’m sorry, we should eat at the dinner table, I-” he grabbed the pizza box and stood up, looking around hectically before Peyton stopped him by touching his arm.

“The couch is just fine, Eddie. We wanted to watch a movie, remember?” she giggled and Eddie's cheeks turned a darker red.

“Right,” he breathed out and giggled. He was embarrassed. How was this pretty, perfect girl still here? With a guy like him? He felt the insecurity growing stronger with each thought he had.

He popped the top of the box, his nerves getting the best of his schoolboy heart as she hovered over him wanting a look. She sat down next to him and tucked her foot under her bum so she could still reach the pizza. “Oh shit... I mean…shoot,” he went to stand to get plates but Peyton leaned over and snatched a piece into the palm of her hand.

“Oh…” he bit his tongue and watched her with big eyes as she munched down on the hot dough and spicy sauce. Her eyelashes fluttered and she sunk into the cushions of the couch happily

“I haven’t had pizza in so long,” she hummed, taking another bite. “Mom says it’s too greasy for dad, they’re on some weird health kick. All we eat is turkey meatloaf and vegetables…” she mumbled as she chewed.

Eddie should have been eating, or talking…really anything but staring but he couldn’t help himself. Peyton fricken Morris, snuggled on his couch in her socks, speed eating pizza like she was starving and somehow she still looked like an angel. Eddie had deemed himself the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet.

“Is there something on my face?” She looked at him with wide eyes, pausing with her teeth half-sunk into a piece of pepperoni.

“No, you’re perfect.” He smiled.

Eddie‘s skin was now flaming hot. He couldn’t help himself. The words just slipped out so easily, it was so obvious to him. Hell, she was a living dream but he feared he was being too forward and that she would find his choice of words weird…

Until she blinked up at him with her big, amber doe eyes, her cheeks dusted pink in the most adorable way as a soft smile spread across her plump lips.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Munson.” She teased as she took a big bite, reaching for another piece to offer him. “Eat now before I finish it alone.”

He accepted the piece with a bashful smile, he could practically hear his own heartbeat drumming in his ears by now. He took a bite and savored the flavors, leaning back to rest his head against the headrest as he hummed in satisfaction.

“This is so so good.” He said with his mouth still full of the tasty pizza.

Peyton bit down on her bottom lip, failing to hold back a smile.

Eddie raised a brow, swallowing down the rest of the dough. “Huh?”

She pointed to her chin as she nodded her head toward him. “You have something just here.”

Before Eddie had time to wipe away the mess he’d made, feeling more than embarrassed, she leaned forward and swiped her thumb over his chin. It was a quick movement, but her touch sent shots of electricity through his whole body, sparking something up in his fluttering heart.

For a moment, Eddie’s mind went completely fuzzy, only focusing on the beautiful girl sitting in front of him. What had Argyle put in this pizza? It had to have been something to make him act this way.

Eddie took another bite of pizza before launching himself up and moving over to the TV, “guess this works better if we turn it on huh?” He joked, popping the VHS into the player and grabbing the remote before plopping himself back down beside Peyton.

Her soft giggles were like music to his ears as he hit play and fast-forwarded through all the commercials at the start, stopping just as the intro music began for the movie.

Peyton cocked her eyebrow at him and smirked, “that was pretty skilled, it was almost as if you knew exactly when to hit play,” she teased.

Eddie shrugged as he took another large bite of pizza, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he retorted pulling more of her musical laughs out of her. It was very easily turning into one of his favourite sounds.

The two of them sat there and polished off their medium pizza easily between the two of them, as the movie played in the background. His eyes flickering to the beautiful brunette sat beside him every once in a while, just to make sure she was still there and real. Suddenly, he felt Peyton’s leg land in his lap as she hooked her calf around his knees, getting more comfortable on the couch.

He looked over at her as his breath caught in his throat, and she gave him a soft smile.

“Is this okay?” She whispered,

All Eddie could do was nod in response as he gently placed his hand on her ankle and rubbed his thumb against the sliver of skin that was visible between the hem of her jeans and her sock. When she didn’t instantly pull her leg away from him, he let out a small sigh of relief and tried his best to turn his attention back to the screen.

The sound of the front door opening pulled his attention quickly away from the screen, as Peyton’s leg retreated from on top of his. Wayne stepped inside and cocked his eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Uncle Wayne! I thought you were at work?” Eddie’s eyes flickered between Peyton and his uncle quickly as he sat up.

His uncle let out a deep chuckle, and tilted his head to the side, “Forgot my lunch in the fridge and came home to get it, is that okay with you nephew?” He questioned, with a smirk on his lips, “you know I expected you to be up to no good when I got here but this…”

“Oh right! Uh, uncle Wayne, this is Peyton - Peyton this is my uncle Wayne,” Eddie cleared his throat.

“If I hadn’t done a double take, I would have thought you were curled up on the sofa with Harrington for a moment,” his uncle rubbed the back of his neck with his hand as his eyes passed between the two of them, a sly smirk creeping up on his face. “It’s nice to meet you, Peyton,” he extended a grime covered hand to her and before Eddie could scold him for being embarrassing Peyton took it without gripes and shook it.

“You have a lovely home,” she said, sitting up as he let go of her. “And don’t tell Steve but my hair is definitely nicer than his.”

Wayne laughed with a nod of his head, “I like you,” he smiled, “she’s funny.”

Peyton sat up a little straighter as Eddie tried to evaporate into the couch, he was ten seconds from turning into the fibres of cotton when Wayne clapped his hands together awkwardly. “Can I speak to you?” he asked, nodding toward the other end of the trailer.

“I’ll be right back,” he went to put his hand over Peyton’s but pulled back nervously. “I’m sorry.”

Eddie slowly sauntered over to where his uncle was standing at the end of the hallway and clasped his hands together with a frown, “Okay, first of all, that thing with Harrington happened one time, let it go,” he quipped, “second of all before you say anything…”

“Boy, I will smack you upside the head if you keep talking,” Wayne crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow as his eyes flickered to the girl sitting in their living room, “is there a conversation we need to have right now before I go back to work?”

“Wha- Oh god, no! No, no,” Eddie shook his head, dramatically waving his hands in front of himself, “it’s not like that, she’s just here to hang out!”

“Well having the Morris girl in my living room was not exactly what I was expecting when I walked in that front door, pardon me for being curious” he cleared his throat, looking down at his nephew, “do her parents know she’s here?”

With a shrug of his shoulders, he let out a small sigh, “I don’t know, we didn’t really talk about it…”

Wayne let out a breath, and placed a hand on Eddie’s shoulder, “I am making the terrible decision to trust you here, but make sure she gets home at a reasonable hour, you hear me?”

“Yes Wayne, I know…” Eddie mumbled.

A loud clap of his uncle's hands made both Eddie and Peyton jump a little, as he moved back into the living room with a smile, “So Peyton, did Eddie tell you about that time he got himself stuck underneath the trailer because he tried to befriend a raccoon?”

“No,” Peyton looked between them with a curious glimmer in her gorgeous brown eyes. “But that sounds like Eddie and I would love to hear it,” she laughed.

“Maybe another time,” Eddie mumbled, trying to hurry Wayne from the trailer before he did any more embarrassing damage. The heat from his weird questions still tingled at the base of his neck and he could feel how hot his cheeks had gotten. “You have to get back to work!”

“You kids be good,” Wayne warned with his best dad voice, making Eddie smile nervously, “and stay on the couch Edward.” He gave a pointed silent threat to behave himself piled atop the previous, light-hearted one.

When the trailer door finally slammed shut Eddie walked back to Peyton and sat down on the couch across from her, resting his arm against the back of it. She sunk against the back of the couch giving him the reach to wrap a strand of her soft hair around his finger.

Eddie let the silence wrap around them as he concentrated on the small strand of her silky soft hair. The smell of pizza had dissipated allowing the warm vanilla scent of her perfume to envelope him as she scooted ever so slightly closer to him, causing their knees to brush together.

The butterflies once again took over his body and Eddie cleared his throat, as he rewound the film back to where they had been interrupted. Peyton settled back in beside him, leaning her body into his and pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as she softly smiled up at him.

“Your uncle seems really cool,” she commented, nuzzling her cheek into his shoulder.

Swallowing thickly, he nodded slowly and turned his chocolate brown eyes down to meet hers, “yeah he’s uh, he’s pretty great. Don’t tell him I said that though, I’ll never hear the end of it,” he chuckled.

“Your secret is safe with me,” Peyton whispered, nudging him playfully.

“I am forever in your debt m’lady,” he rubbed lazy circles on her shoulder with his thumb as they watched the movie.

Eddie waited with a bated breath between each soft fit of laughter that came from her, nervous as hell as the time ticked on and the movie was coming to an end. He had waited hours, days, and weeks to have this moment with her and now that it was here it was like time was racing by and he couldn’t figure out how to slow it down. Her eyes were heavy as the credits began to roll and Eddie softly nudged her to wake her up, “Peyton?” he whispered to her.

An adorable squeaky yawn pulled from her chest and he couldn’t help but chuckle at the cute sound, “you should probably get home. I can walk you to the top of the hill?” He offered. And if I’m lucky, I can find the courage to kiss you. He thought to himself as she stretched and stood up clumsily from the couch.

“That movie was funny,” she hummed as she slung her backpack over her shoulders.

Eddie opened the trailer door and the cool spring air hit his face making him scrunch up his nose from the stinging cold. He looked back at Peyton, realizing she hadn’t worn a sweater, “hold on,” he walked to where he had shucked off his leather jacket and lifted it up to her to put on.

“Eddie,” she giggled, “won't you be cold?”

“You have further to go and I’ll be okay,” he smiled, urging her to put it on.

Peyton swung the leather jacket over her shoulders and tucked her arms through the sleeves. She looked at each hand and smiled softly, “what’s with the chains?”

“Oh uh, that jacket belonged to my father... It’s a long story but the seams were letting go and I - I thought it looked cool,” he confessed with nervous laughter.

“It does look cool, I like it,” Peyton climbed onto her bike and the two of them started their way out of the trailer park and up the road. “Thank you for today by the way… I did mean it when I said it was nice to escape my reality for a bit.”

Eddie’s smile never seemed to leave his lips as he listened to her, stuffing his hands in his hoodie pocket, “I’m glad I could help… your - your welcome over any time you need that, or just anytime,” he rambled.

It was hard to tell whether he was shivering from the evening chill or his nerves of a potential goodnight kiss, but either way, he felt every muscle in his shoulders and jaw tense as he tried to stop himself from shaking.

“Honestly it was nice having company, usually when my uncle works all night I just walk around that trailer by myself with my guitar,” Eddie admitted.

“Maybe you can play for me next time,” she offered, peddling as slowly as she could to match Eddie’s pace. “I miss hearing you play,” she said and then looked away from his as her cheeks flushed red.

“When did you hear me play?” He asked, silently begging her to look back over at him.

“Last year chess club used to get out after school and you…” she rocked her head back and forth nervously, “you sometimes were in the band room playing the guitar with your friends.”

“Chess club?” Eddie raised an eyebrow at her.

“If you tell anyone Munson, I’ll march back to your house and ask your Uncle Wayne for baby photos,” she threatened playfully.

“Okay, okay!” He held up both arms in surrender, “who knew you were such a dork!”

“Eddie!” She scoffed, embarrassment lacing her voice.

“I have Wayne, you play chess. A secret for a secret,” he laughed, his chest contracting tightly as they reached the top of the hill. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye to her, but he certainly wasn’t going to risk walking her into the gated community. That was asking for Hopper to pick him up on loitering or something… “I had a really good time tonight.”

Peyton hummed softly, and pressed her feet into the pavement, looking out at the big houses that lined the street beside them, “I did too…” she spoke quietly, chewing on the inside of her cheek, before turning her gaze to meet his, the light from the street lamp catching her face in a perfect glow, “I’ll see you at school tomorrow?”

Eddie nodded slowly and clicked his tongue as he watched her start to move towards the gates, “Goodnight Peyton,” he smiled.

“Goodnight Eddie,”

And with that, Eddie watched as she peddled down the street into her neighbourhood. Taking a couple of steps backwards, he turned and slowly made his way back home down the hill. He let the cool air hit his face and allowed his thoughts to wander. Her laughter and the small scrunch of her nose flashed through his mind and the smile that had been plastered on his lips all night grew wider.

He practically floated his way back into the trailer and settled himself at the dining room table as he started scribbling ideas for a new song, the words flowing out through his fingertips so easily as he pictured the way her eyes shone in the sunlight.

Eddie wasn’t sure when he fell asleep but he only dreamed of how feathery her hair felt between his fingertips and how the left side of her smile curled a little higher than the right. The sound of a plate scrapping across the table shook him from sleep and he opened one eye lazily to inspect what smelled so delicious.

“Waffles for lover boy,” Wayne said, “so did you, you know…” he raised an eyebrow and Eddie tilted his head to the side in confusion. “What do you kids call it now? Kiss, make out?”

“Don’t ever say that again,” Eddie groaned, “and no cause I'm a coward,” he sighed heavily and slammed his forehead against his notepad in frustration.

“Will hot cocoa make it better?” He set the Garfield mug on the other side of the table.

“I’m not a little kid,” he groaned, rolling his head to the side to see Garfield's stupid face mocking him for not kissing the girl he liked. “Does it have marshmallows?”

A deep chuckle escaped his uncle as sat opposite his nephew, “I wouldn’t cheap you out like that, you know that. Now tell me what happened”

“I froze up… I walked her up the hill and looked into her neighbourhood and realized she’d never actually go for me like that so I just… I don’t know,” Eddie groaned, stabbing his fork into the waffle. “She deserves better than me uncle Wayne,” he grumbled.

Wayne placed his mug hard on the table, “you listen to me right now Edward Munson, that girl would be lucky to have you in her life, no matter where she’s from. And based on what I saw last night, she knows it too, so pick yourself up, eat your breakfast and get your ass to school so I can sleep”

The boy's head shot up as he eyed his uncle, “Does that mean…”

“Yes you can take the car, I don’t have the energy to deal with you this morning,” He mumbled, sipping his coffee, “But you have to promise me you’ll go to class and stay there or else you’ll never take that car or a car of your own and I’ll get Hopper to take your license until you graduate, do you hear me?”

Eddie beamed as he shoved half of the waffle into his mouth, quickly gathering his school things. "THANKS, WAYNE!" He exclaimed mouth still full of food.

He practically ran to the door, swinging it open and heading outside. Eddie stopped in his tracks, barely making it to the front step before he ran back to the door. He pulled it open glancing over at the table where his uncle still sat, car keys dangling off his index finger as he read the newspaper, sipping on his coffee non-bothered.

A laugh bubbled in his chest as he raced back over and grabbed the keys. "Right, thank you again." He said this time making his way back out to the car without another thought. Only the excitement of seeing the long golden brown hair and dark eyes made his skin feel like it was on fire.

Eddie climbed into the car, turning off the southern rock his uncle insisted on listening to and shoving the Metallica cassette he hid in the center console into the player. He stuck the key into the ignition and began strumming on his leg as he backed out of the driveway, his fingers wrapped around the steering wheel, hitting every chord and slide.

He sang his heart out as the excitement in him built like a stoked flame as he got closer to school. He parked the car and grabbed his bag, mentally marking the shortest route to her locker in his mind as the dejavu began to kick in.

Eddie had parked in the west lot so he could avoid all the football players and hopefully cut Peyton off around the corner on her way to English class. His boots scuffed against the hallway floors as he moved as fast as he could without full-on running. He flattened out his messy shirt and tried to appear presentable as he went to round the corner only to come to a dead stop.

“My dad yelled for almost an hour last night,” Peyton’s voice was low and hushed as she leaned against her locker with her back to him across from Nancy Wheeler. She was wearing a sunny yellow sweater and a pair of jeans, his leather jacket was gripped in her hand tightly.

Eddie wanted to reach out, make his presence known but the conversation sounded private and the weight on his chest felt like a thousand pounds as Nancy spoke. “That’s what you get for going down to the trailer park,” she shook her head, her eyes drifted up to where Eddie stood watching the disappointment seep across his face.

“Eddie is...nice,” Peyton fought and he waited, hopeful that she would stand up for him.

“But he lives in the trailers, his uncle barely affords that and there are more than enough basketball players to go around.” Nancy raised an eyebrow, “you’re better than him.”

Eddie couldn’t stomach whatever Peyton had to say next, he took off down the hallway, busting out the door back into the parking lot. He stared down at his shoes, trying to find a way to get air into his lungs as the disappointment threatened to swallow him whole.

He knew it. This whole time he knew their differences would get in the way and yet his uncle let him have that small glimmer of hope. Hope that she would see past the trailer park and their status in this town. Hope that she would actually see him and in a matter of sheer seconds, that hope was ripped from his body of bulldozed by non-other than Nancy Wheeler.

Leaning against the side of his car, Eddie pulled a smoke out of his hoodie pocket and stuffed it between his lips, lighting it and taking a long drag. He wasn’t sure why this came as a surprise or why any of this hurt so much, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he was right all along. Peyton did deserve better than him.

“Rough morning, sport?” A smooth voice came from beside him as his best friend leaned against the car.

Eddie blew out a cloud of smoke and looked down at his boots, “Not now, Harrington, I’m really not in the mood.”

Steve put his hands up in defence, “alright, alright, I’m just here to say that whatever those football jerks said or did, you know I’ve got your back if you want to kick their asses,” he commented backing away, “you know where to find me”

With a deep sigh, Eddie closed his eyes and shook his head, “it’s Peyton… I knew she deserved better than me and apparently she thinks so too,” He mumbled.

“What? No way!” Steve placed his hands on his hips and frowned at Eddie, “based on the way I saw her looking at you yesterday, there’s no way that’s true!”

“It is, Steve! I heard her talking to Nanc…” he chewed on his bottom lip before taking another long drag of his smoke.

Steve let out a breath and moved back over to his friend, clapping him on the shoulder, “maybe you missed part of the conversation,”

“No what she said was pretty clear,” he replied sarcastically.

“Look, don’t write it off until you talk to her yourself, okay? I have to get to practice or the coach will kill me, but just trust me on this one, she likes you, man,” Steve shot his friend a soft smile before jogging across the parking lot and into the soccer field.

Eddie sighed, adjusting his backpack on his shoulder. He wasn’t ready to talk to her. Everything he felt this morning rushing out of the house to be able to see her was washed away with the girl’s words.

Maybe Steve was right. Maybe he had missed the conversation but it didn’t help the dread that crept through him. He hoped he was wrong, that he misheard and someday they’d live happily ever after. This wasn’t a movie though and so far life hadn’t mimicked Hollywood for him. He’d never be John Bender and Peyton wasn’t his Claire Standish.

He tossed his smoke to the ground, snubbing it out with the toe of his boot. Class sounded like a drag but he knew that if he didn’t go, Uncle Wayne would never let him take the car again.

Eddie made his way inside, brushing past people in the hallway as he made his way to Biology. If anyone was going to give him a hard time about skipping a class it was going to be Mr. Ward and today he wouldn’t be able to take the humiliation. He’d been humiliated enough.

When the class room door opened, he pulled his hood further over his eyes, forcing himself invisible as he found a seat in the back of the class. Without a word he pulled his items from his bag and listened as Ward dragged on about some random facts he had no interest in paying attention to.

His eyes fell over to his normal spot finding Peyton sitting back in her seat, hair tucked back behind her ears and scribbling in her notebook. After a few moments her head lifted slightly, turning to peer back at him like she could feel his gaze on her.

A soft smile spread across her lips, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes and one that made that sinking feeling in his gut feel more real than before. He didn’t smile back. Eddie just sunk further into the seat and stared at the empty notebook paper sitting in front of him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her smile fall and brows furrow. It took everything in him not to look up at her again.

Don’t look up, don’t look up, don’t look up. He willed himself.

The bell rang sooner than he expected after feeling like every minute was dragging out longer and longer and as soon as it did Eddie shoved everything he had into his bag and raced out of the classroom. He didn’t want to run into her or risk the inevitable rejection she was waiting to give him.

No, instead he swiftly made his way down to the band room. The one place in school that he could hide without getting into trouble. Mr. Corbin was the only teacher that took the time to treat Eddie like another human and not just another failed student.

He pushed open the band door, grinning as soon as he saw the red electric guitar sitting perfectly in it’s stand as if it were waiting for him.

“Munson, you aren’t supposed to be here yet.” He heard a voice call from the corner. His eyes tracked the voice, Mr. Corbin stood rearranging sheet music as he watched Eddie float towards the guitar.

“I know, but…” he stammered for a moment, “it’s been a rough day, can I just hide out here today? I promise I won’t be in the way and I’ll only practice during class breaks.” Eddie pleaded.

Corbin watched him for a moment before nodding. “You’re lucky there’s only a few hours left.” He pointed a stack of papers at him, “You were never here and I never saw you.”

Eddie couldn’t help the thankful smile that spread over his features, “thanks Mr. Corbin.”

He nodded once before disappearing into his office. Eddie spent the rest of the afternoon playing riff after riff until they turned into something he didn’t recognize, meshing songs together until they melded together.

Time had slipped away from him. This was his happy place, playing music forcing himself into the notes and finding new ways to flare the chords to make the music he loved.

He hadn’t even realized that the door to the bandroom swung closed until he felt something tossed to his feet.

Eddie stopped playing, glancing down to see his leather jacket laying on the floor in front of him. Shit. His eyes tracked up to find Peyton standing in front of him. Something between a mix of anger and sadness plastered over her features.

“Pey–” He breathed, setting the guitar carefully back into it’s stand. “Why have you been avoiding me Eddie?” She asked, hurt standing clear in her voice.

His brows knit together.

“You’ve not said one word to me today and I thought that–” She stopped herself, gnawing on her bottom lip as he watched her.

“Thought what?” Eddie asked, “because it seemed pretty clear this morning that I am not good enough to be seen with Peyton Morris.” He bit. “What was it Wheeler said? There’s plenty of basketball players to go around?”

Her lip trembled as he forced the hurt from his voice and hid it with anger.

“She didn’t mean that,” Peyton defended.

“Yes she did. You and I both know if Wheeler is one thing it’s brutally honest.” He bent over to pick up his jacket, laying it on the chair behind him, “I just didn’t think that you’d agree with her.”

“Eddie, I didn’t–don’t agree with her!” She blurted, tossing her backpack to the floor at her feet. “Nancy is a good friend but doesn’t see anything past the gates of our neighborhood. She doesn’t understand what it feels like to fall–”

His eyes widened slightly as she paused. Eddie took a step towards her, cautious and careful, “fall?”

Peyton let out a sigh, running her fingers through her hair and gripping the root before looking back up at him, “to fall for a guy like you.”

There it was.

“A guy like me?” He exhaled a hollow laugh, “trailer park trash?”

She huffed, stomping her foot, “No Eddie! To fall for a guy who wants nothing more than to see me smile! One who actually tries to make me smile.” Peyton swiped away a tear that had fallen down her cheek as they stared at each other. She sucked in a breath before letting out a deep sigh, “Eddie you’re the only person who makes me happy. Like really happy and yesterday was just more proof of how right I was about the good in you.”

“We can’t do this,” he whispered as much as it pained him to admit it. No one was going to let the troublemaker be with the good girl.

She stepped towards him, taking a fist full of his shirt in her hands, “I don’t care what they want, Eddie, I care about what you want.” She looked up at him through thick lashes, “I care about you.”

His breath felt like it was stuck in chest as he realized just how close they were. Eddie searched her eyes, looking for any glimpses of a lie but found none. Regardless of the doubt swirling through him, his hand found her waist as the opposite rested against her cheek. A tiny boost of confidence corded its way through him.

“Your father will never let this happen,” he urged.

“I don’t care what he says.”

Eddie smiled, “this is gonna be a rough ride princess,”

Peyton finally laughed as another tear falling from her eye as he quickly wiped it away for her.

“Good thing I’ve got a knight in shining armor then,” Her index finger tapped against the middle of his chest, telling him that it was in fact him that she meant.

Eddie ran his thumb over her cheek before leaning in riding the wave of courage coursing through him as his nose brushed against hers, “I’m sorry I avoided you today.” he whispered, lips brushing against hers.

“I’m sorry Nancy said what she did,” she whispered back at him.

He shook his head, shaking off the feelings he had earlier today before pressing his lips to hers in a timid kiss. His mouth carefully slotting over hers as fireworks exploded in his stomach. Eddie felt her twist his shirt further in her hands as she tried to pull him closer to her, melting into him and him her.

Every doubt and worry he had dissipated the moment her lips touched his and even if it was only for a moment or for a day, he’d cherish any second he could get with the girl who felt forbidden but held his heart firmly in the palm of her hand.

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ofwolvesandbutterflies · 4 years

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the constant

Pairing: Nakamoto Yuta x Reader

Genre: suggestive fluff

Tags: gang!au, partnersincrime!au

Warnings: brief mentions of violence, mature content... the whole works

day 15 of 30 days with NCT

Synopsis: in which you and yuta have a love/hate relationship in the way that yes, there are times you’d stop at nothing to rip his throat out... but you’d still kill anyone who’d try to kill him.

// tryin’ to be with you is crazy // (x)

[23:44]

Out of all the things that were supposed to happen today, you would have never expected to be at yet another lavish party, posing as Yuta’s arm candy in an effort to catch any piece of information that could help total the yakuza your group had been having trouble with for years. On top of that, nor did you expect to have his hands teasing the edges of your thin party dress up little by little, sloppy, open mouthed kisses coaxing moan after moan from your glossed lips.

Today was supposed to be your day off. No guns, no violence, no blood, no sex, and no Yuta. Forget the perfectly tailored leather pants that hugged you in all the right ways and concealed so many dangerous gadgets, the hidden knives up your sleeves, and the eternally loaded gun always ready in your holster. Today was all about comfy sweatpants, oversized long sleeves, and all the unhealthy food you fasted from during the work week at the 127 syndicate.

The aroma of slow baked chocolate and the tiniest hint of vanilla wafted through the air, bringing a genuinely happy smile to your watering mouth. Nothing could ruin this afternoon. And then, your phone lit up, vibrated against the wood grain of the table you sat against with a ring you wished meant something - someone - else. You stuffed a piece of brownie in your mouth before pulling the device up to your ear.

"Where you at, baby girl?" Yuta's relaxed voice floated through the phone speakers like honey; smooth, sickeningly sweet, and so very easy to get addicted to. Yuta was cocky, he was confident. You supposed it was part of his charm as the infamous womanizer of the gang. Nevertheless, having to hear that almost every hour of every minute of the week was definitely part of the reason hearing his ring tone never hesitated to spark irritation in the very depths of your being. He continued. “Just thought I’d let you know I missed seeing your ass this morning at the 07:00 meeting.” Your lips curled back into a sneer, swallowing the rest of the brownie chunk you had just stuffed into your mouth.

"How nice of you to call in on my day off, sweet cheeks." Shoving the freshly baked plate of brownies back onto the counter, you hissed at your partner, not even bothering to cover the annoyance in your tone. "Thought you had another - what was it you rather me call them again? Oh right - another rendezvous this afternoon.

"Oh, that’s right. I did have something planned. If I remember correctly, it was with this hot piece of multi-million dollar eye candy, Bae Joohyun. And I was looking forward to it, too. Would’ve been an easy couple thousand.” An over exaggerated sigh pushed its way out of your partner’s infuriatingly soft lips. Had the handsome blond been right beside you, a sure smirk would have appeared on his face, challenging you, taunting you. “Too bad it got cancelled. Jealous, babe?"

"Never in a million years, dickhead,” the scoff elicited a sigh from his end of the call. “Now what do you want?"

His answer was quick, sharp and you could practically see the shit-eating grin seeping into his voice.

"Jaehyun said to be back within the hour. He and ‘Yong have a thing for us to do sometime soon. And by 'sometime soon' I mean by the end of today." Good thing you had put the brownies away a few minutes ago, the news surely would have shocked you into choking on a piece of chocolate-y heaven. Your eyes widened and your back stiffened. This must have been important. Jaehyun and Taeyong never called you or any other member in on a day off unless it was imperative to the success of the crime syndicate. “Y/N? You still on?”

"Wha- wait, Yuta, what’s going on?” Adjusting the phone so that it was in speaker mode, you quickly pulled your hair up into a sleek ponytail and ran about your studio apartment in a rush to get your work-outfit on. Pressed button down? Check. Sexy pants? Check. Dark shoes, sunglasses, and mask? Check. “Why today? Wh- I mean, what details are we working with here? What type of stuff do I need?"

“They didn’t give me much to work off of, babe, just told me to tell you to get your ass up and over to the company in 15 minutes.” The pet name flew over your head to go completely unnoticed as you stripped down to change. Gone was the playful banter the two of you shared on the daily. Yuta’s work voice was on which meant he was serious. You bit back a groan, hopping around on one foot as you tried to stuff your other foot into the pant leg.

“You said within the hour. Fifteen minutes?! Really?"

"The sooner the better, Princess. You know Jae doesn't like to be kept waiting."

Grumbled complaints fell upon deaf ears and you stuffed your company wallet and ID into your purse. “Fine. I’ll see you in fifteen.”

“Make that ten.”

“Oh my fucking- Yuta!”

Getting to the party had been no problem. Slipping in unnoticed hadn’t been a problem, either. Hell, even convincing everyone you were another escort and that Yuta was part of a new development in one of their small eastern groups was easy money. However, getting the information… had been posing a problem.

The rough prints Taeyong had provided the two of you with said the meeting room was more centrally located in the house. While the information you were going off of was limited, the moment the two of you wandered past the crowds of low ranking footmen and into barren hallways where only a few, higher class gang members stood guarding a door, you knew you had found what you were looking for.

A surge of confidence welled up within you and you started toward the group of men over in front of the door. You could take these pansies. However, a hand, warm and calloused from years of fighting, tugged you back into a familiar chest before you could do anything. Within seconds, his lips were on your neck, kissing and sucking dark bruises into your skin with leisure. Albeit a little taken aback, you followed your partner’s lead and tilted your neck to grant him more access.

“Ahh… Yuta…” Leaning back into his body, you crained your neck so you could shoot a hooded glare up at your partner. “As much as I love how needy you are at the most inconvenient of times-”

“Easy, princess,” Yuta murmured, smile evident in the way his voice lowered, deep and sensual against the shell of your ear. You suppressed a delicious shiver at the sensation of his hands sliding up and down your arms. “Sorry about the sudden contact, there are just a couple of guys to my five o’ clock that were looking. But those goons over there? There’s three of them, two of us. We can’t rush them like this.”

“Gr… Fine.” All of a sudden, he paused to spin you around and slam you up against the wall of the hallway, only loud enough to garner the little bit more of needed attention to the two of you. With his hands on either side of your head and his teeth teasing the flesh of your neck, you couldn’t decide whether to glare at him or kiss the dumb grin off his lips when he wedged his knee between your legs.

“How about a little... distraction?” Your eyelids fluttered when kissed you again, immediately understanding what he meant. You knew well this was all a part of the job, rolling your core up into the evident arousal forming in your partner’s pants, biting back a moan when he bent down slowly, eyes flickering over your shoulder to check on your audience... But damn, the way his clothed hips met yours had you moaning your partner’s name louder than you originally meant to.

“Oh my go- Yuta, oh fuck…” One last kiss and he pulled away, sparing you a knowing smirk before turning towards the sound of footsteps near your position. All three men surrounded the two of you, eyes trained solely on your partner.

“HEY.” A giggle threatened to slip from your mouth when you heard how high one of the guy’s voices was.

“‘Sup, man?” Yuta cocked his head, running a finger over your lips playfully before grinning up at the frowning male glaring at him, the shorter one. “Need something? Another drink? You need a light? Oh shit, have you tried any of the girls over here-”

“Cap it, dickwad,” another guy growled. You noticed Yuta’s smile drop ever so slightly and your blood began to boil. No one called Yuta ‘dickwad’ except for you. “You got 10 seconds to find another hallway to fuck this bitch in before I-”

“She’s not a ‘bitch’,” your partner grumbled before the other idiot could finish his sentence. The other man stopped and glanced at his friends in disbelief, as if he couldn’t believe a ‘low-ranking foot soldier’ dared talk back to him. You fought the urge to go for your knife when he grabbed Yuta’s collar, sneering.

“Care to repeat that, dumbass?”

“Sure, old man,” Yuta growled, eyes narrowing as he squared his shoulders in front of you. “Don’t. Call. Her. A. Bitch.”

“Why you little fuck-” he didn’t have a chance to finish his sentence, though. Because Yuta had already kicked him in the gut and threw a well-squared punch straight into his jaw, knocking him out cold. The other two rushed at him, dark eyes glowing with something dangerous - but they, too, were on the floor, unconscious within seconds.

“Come on,” he called, stepping carelessly over the unconscious bodies and towards the door. “Door’s open.” For a moment, all you could do was stare with your mouth agape at your partner. You had worked with him for the past 4 years and while so much of your time together was spent arguing, bickering over trivial things… There were moments like these that reminded you he still cared in his own way. Releasing a breath, Yuta’s shoulders visibly relaxed and he pulled the recording device out of his suit jacket.

“Wait- Yuta!” you spoke, hurrying over to your partner’s side. He turned and paused mid-stride, eyes refusing to meet yours just like the way they did every other time he did something for you. “What the fuck- I mean, what was that- I mean, wait. No. T-thank you. You… You didn’t need to beat them up.”

“Pfft, who said I was doing it for you,” he shrugged, voice back to being cocky, slinging an arm around your waist to pull you closer to the door, still avoiding your gaze. “Those guys- they were just assholes in general, they don’t know how much shit you put up with. They deserved that.”

“But still…” You trailed off, knowing he wasn’t just going to take a compliment like this. So instead, you turned towards him, cupped his chin and pressed a sweet kiss to the frown disfiguring his beautiful features. And he stopped, grabbing your waist to pull you to him once more, soft lips caressed yours. It was all part of the job, that much you knew. Playing coy, acting dumb, kicking ass, skipping days off, and kissing random strangers.

But the one constant you could always count on was Yuta. Your annoying partner who would always, always have your back.

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