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10 Things I Hate About you - Chapter 2

Eddie Munson x Harrington! reader

Synopsis - A new rule strikes the Harrington household: if Steve wishes to date ever again, his sister needs to find a boyfriend first. As Steve becomes desperate and thinks of everything in his power to set her up, only one guy comes to mind that will take up a challenge such as that: Eddie Munson.

warnings - Season 1 Steve 👎 , ft. Eddie the mechanics, underage drinking, and free cookie if you spot the Titanic reference.

word count - 12.5k

proof read by the amazing @inknopewetrust

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"He tried again over lunch today," Steve slumped his shoulders, looking up to the sky. This was supposed to be a new day, a new opportunity for Eddie to try and seduce you, but instead, Eddie almost ended up having your yogurt in his hair. And even if the plan was failing, Tommy, who would have paid good money to see The Freak with yogurt stuck in his brown curls, was disappointed you hadn't gone through with it.

"I'm starting to think this is a bad idea."

"You gave him a fifty bucks a date deal, I'm sure he'll try again," Carol said through a mouthful of Steve's Kudos bar - the extra one he had packed for himself, but her sneaky hands had found it anyway.

"He told me he would," Steve climbed down from the hood of his car when he spotted you leaving the school building. "I'll see you guys tomorrow," He sighed, taking a seat behind the wheel.

"Hey, loser." Tommy snickered at you, taking a new puff of his cigarette and almost blowing it in your face.

"Oh my god, Tommy." You squinted your eyes, pretending like the smoke didn't bother you. "Are you losing your hair? You look balder than the last time I saw you up close?" You watched as his face twisted, placing a hand in his hair as if to protect it from your comment.

"Stop bullying my friends!" Steve yelled from the open window.

"Stop bullying my friends" You mimicked his voice as you settled yourself in the passenger side. "I'm Steve and I think that my dumb friends are actually really smart and good company."

"I don't talk like that."

"Yeah, you do. Oh my hair, my precious hair!" You mimicked again, putting a hand in your own hair as you did. "Wait until people find out it's because you use girl's hairspray.”

"And they never will, because you'll never tell them," he sang the words. "Talking about hairspray, I'm running out. I'm going to have to go to the supermarket before I can drop you off."

"Seriously? Can't you go later?"

"Nope. Don't have the time."

"I hate you."

"Look on the bright side, you can go to the comic book store in the meantime." He spoke to you like a toddler, you hated that.

"Right. Because I'm so excited to get the new Iron Man comic."

"Aren't you?"

You were.

But he didn't need to know that.

"You have to stop being so aggressive." Steve noticed as he watched you remove a few coins out of your wallet and hand them to the seller behind the counter.

"I'm not aggressive!" You argued back, side-eying your brother before thanking the elderly man as he neatly placed your comics in a plastic bag and handed them to you over the counter.

"You just fought a 9 year old over Lord of the Rings." Steve eyed the road through the shop's window, the little boy in question had a big frown on his face as he climbed into the back of his mother's car.

"But he was wrong! I don't know what he read, but that's not how the end of the Two Towers played out! And Saruman does die at the end of Return of the King."

"Why do I even bother with you?" He pinched his nose, his other hand on his hip in annoyance. You watched as the white plastic bag with the Farrah Fawcet hair spray bumped with his hip as he moved. He shook his head before putting his sunglasses back on. "Do you know that people around school are starting to call you a ‘heinous bitch’ more and more often?"

"You forget I don't care what people think." You pushed the shop door open, the little bell ringing with it.

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't," you chuckled, looking at him through his sunglasses. "You don't always have to be who they want you to be, you know?" The words came out of your mouth before you could even think them over.

"I happen to like being the king of Hawkins High, thank you," He gave you a chuckle as if you had just said something stupid. The pang in your chest started stinging even more at seeing the careless, stupid, and even sometimes mean facade your brother had created himself just for popularity becoming clearer and stronger. You knew deep inside he wasn't this way.

"Right." Your word came out stiffer than you wished as you opened the passenger door, Steve following you in from the other side. "You know you're paying for my car repair, right?" You asked as you watched him start the engine.

"Uh, no, I'm not."

"Steve, you're the one who put the wrong fuel in."

"Yeah, but it's your car."

"Mom said you were going to pay!"

"Yeah, and?"

"And, so I'm not going to pay for your mistakes. What is this? Asshole day?"

"Why are you like this? You're making a fuss about everything lately."

"Right yeah, because I'm the one with terrible grades and who bugs his sister like it's her problem. You broke my car, Steve."

"I did, but I don't see how I should pay for it."

"Agh!" You wanted to rip your hair out, a groan of frustration slipping out of you. "Please just drive. I have a car to pick up and the less time I have in here with you, the better. I don't want to argue with you anymore."

The air was so thick for the rest of the ride you could cut it with a knife. The only noise that could be heard was the engine mixed in with Steve's frequent huffs, and the chatter of the streets that would come and go at every red light.

When the bright blue banner of the garage came into view, Steve didn't even bother with parking and stopped right in front of the shop.

"I'll see you at home." He gave you a tight smile you ignored, stepping out and closing the door as loudly as you could.

You mumbled something about how annoying and unfair he was being, the ringing from the little bell at the door making a minimum of your frustration dissipate. John, the owner of the place, sat behind the counter; head stuffed in the day’s newspaper, cigarette dangling from his lips. He barely looked up from his paper as he heard you walk in.

"Afternoon," you greeted, walking towards the counter, sighing your feelings away as your hands rested on the cold surface. "You said my car would be ready by today?"

"Oh yeah," He didn't remove the cigarette from his lips as he spoke, his small eyes still fixed on the paper and smoke coming out between words. "We're a bit late on schedule," He turned a page, "Realized the fuel fucked up the engine more than we thought. Munson's still taking care of it in the back."

"Munson?" The name felt familiar.

"Yeah, Eddie Munson." The lightbulb lit up in your mind. You knew exactly who he was talking about.

"I didn't know he worked here."

"Mostly on weekends. But he's filling in for Rob today. You know him or something?" He lifted his eyes up to gaze at you through his blue square glasses.

"We go to school together."

"Alright. Well if you want to go see your car I'm sure he won't mind." You nodded and took this as your cue. Walking toward the doorway, the actual door was missing and was replaced by strings of blue and red clay beads. Now that you were closer, you could hear Metallica's The Four Horsemen faintly playing in the background.

The beads made a soft sound as you passed through them. The smell of fuel, rubber, and the metallic pungency of tools invaded your senses the second you walked in. The garage looked messy to an outsider–yet it was no different than other shops of the kind. A staple of car repairs in Hawkins, this little shop had seen business from every family and knew them all by name. The garage door was opened, giving out to a parking lot and letting the fresh air merge with the unnatural amount of toxins that emitted from each car, tire, and tank served. A range of different colored cars neatly parked outside, each either waiting for their turn to get repaired or for their owners to return.

Your car was parked in the middle of the room, and indeed–the boy you knew as Eddie Munson, the school's proclaimed freak and trouble maker who had decided to suddenly ask you out, was working on it.

His hair was tied back in a ponytail, head bowed into the hood. His black shirt was tight and hugged his torso perfectly, his jean jacket resting on a chair in the back of the room. The electric blue denim jumpsuit he called a work uniform was tied at his waist by the sleeves. The pants of it were decorated with car grease in large uneven patches on the sides as if he deliberately wiped his hands on them multiple times.

He blew a strand of hair away from his forehead as he leaned back to look at his work from a higher angle. His fingers were stained with black as they toyed with the wrench in his hand. He looked so focused. The crease between his eyebrows was evident as he figured out if his work was good enough.

"Thought you didn't want that date?" His voice brought you back from your staring, shoving away the odd feeling in your chest you hadn't noticed was there. You blinked, your expression changing.

"And I still don't. I came to see my car."

"This is your car?" He asked, eyebrows raised as he pointed to it with the tool in his hand.

"Yep." You patted the roof with pride.

"I didn't take you for a girl to confuse which fuel to put in her car." He smiled to himself, looking up from the car's engine to you.

Now he couldn't deny you looked nice–nicer than in that ugly Hawkins high sports uniform you had been wearing yesterday and at lunch again today. Something about volleyball tryouts.

Eddie had never really taken the time to see you. You had always been just a face in the crowd, but a cute one. His thoughts quickly processed and he remembered his mission. He knew loud and clear that he was just in this for the money, however, it didn't hurt that he found you pretty, and it definitely didn't hurt that you were wearing an Ozzy Osbourne t-shirt.

"Actually, that's my brother's fault."

"Ah, now I understand."

"Probably never going to let him use my car ever again."

"Yeah, he fucked it up pretty bad," he noticed. "It seriously poisoned the engine."

"How much longer do I have to wait?"

"Oh, I just finished!" He gave you his most charming grin before wiping his hands on the bottom half of his already disgusting jumpsuit. You could see the white patch with his name on it poking out from the folded top around his waist as he walked to where you were standing. "I just need to try it, see how it starts."

You took a step back to let him open the door and sit in the driver's seat, you could faintly hear the song fade away and the radio host taking over. Eddie left the door open as he turned the key and started the engine. The sound of the buzzing motor came and fully drowned the radio as it came loud and clear.

"It works!” He said as though it were a miracle. “And no smoke this time!" He seemed so happy it made you smile. "All set, princess." He turned the key and slipped out of the car, making his way back to the front and reaching up to close the hood.

"Thank you. I thought I was going to commit murder after a week of Steve driving me."

"No problem," he chuckled.

"How much do I owe you?"

"Nothing," he shook his head with big movements, making his ponytail sway from side to side. "On the house."

"You know that won't make me say yes to that date?" You put a hand on your hip, making him chuckle.

"I know."

"Don't think that getting me gifts is the way to my heart."

"What is the way to your heart?"

"That, I won't tell you."

"Just thought you shouldn't have to pay for what's your brother's fault."

"That's what I told him!" You pointed out. "No, but seriously how much do I owe you?"

"Nothing, I promise. Just get in the car and go do whatever pretty girls do on Wednesdays after school."

"Will John be happy you're giving away free service?"

"I'm sure good old John won't mind. C'mon! Get in! Get away from this smelly garage!" He waved towards the car when you didn't move.

You shook your head in disbelief before getting in and opening your window. "100% sure I can just leave?"

"Yes! Now go, before I change my mind." He watched with a smile on his face as you turned the car back on, smiling when everything worked perfectly.

"Thank you!" You cheered, waving as you made your way out, Eddie watching you disappeared down the road.

He breathed in heavily, walking to the half-broken sink in the back of the workshop. Once his hands were clean and dry he turned the radio off and reached for his coat which was still laying on the chair next to it. He reached in the pocket to remove his pack of cigarettes and lighter before fumbling with the jean, turning the jacket around to get access to the second pocket, pulling out some of the cash Steve handed him yesterday.

The blue and red beads made the familiar sound as he passed by the front desk.

"Did you let another girl leave without paying?" John looked up from his newspaper. "And I won't take a 'but she was pretty' as an answer this time."

"No," Eddie chuckled. "She gave me the money directly." Eddie put forty of Steve’s cash on the desk.

"Good."

"I'm taking my break." He nodded before stepping outside, cigarette already between his lips.

"Harrington! My new best friend!" Eddie cheered, a skip in his step as he made his way to Steve's locker the next day. Sleep still in Steve's eyes while Eddie's were bright and awake.

"What do you want?" Steve wondered as he stuffed his copy of Romeo and Juliet in his locker, only so he could forget it there and never see it again.

"I need your help."

"I thought you were the one helping me? And,” Steve paused his movements, “why is my sister still single?"

"I'm working on it… It's only been two days. And talking about your sister, if you want this to work, I need you to tell me what she likes."

"Well, she likes that same crappy music you listen to."

"I already knew that, not very helpful. Can't you tell me her interests? Her hobbies? What does she read? What does she do on weekends?"

"Well, I think she might read the same nerd stuff you do, but I don't know."

"You don't know? She's your sister," Eddie crossed his arms as he leaned on the neighboring locker.

"Can't you ask her out without all this information?"

"Nope. You saw what happened, I need to be smart about this," Eddie tapped the side of his head with his finger.

"Fine," Steve sighed, closing his locker. "I'll make a list and give it to you tomorrow."

"Works for me!" Eddie smiled and knocked a fist on the locker behind him before turning around to walk the other way.

"What was that about?" Tommy appeared out of thin air. His eyes fixed on Eddie who was already halfway down the hallway.

"He wants to know more about her. I have to make a list of stuff she likes." He took the hook of his backpack in his hand before he started to walk away.

"And you don't know all of that?"

"No, why would I?"

"Because she's your sister?"

"And?" He shrugged. "Shouldn't be my problem."

"What are you going to tell him?"

"I'll search through her room. See what I can find."

"Doesn't she hang out with that Barb girl? You could probably ask her for some stuff."

"Maybe."

"Plus isn't she like Nancy's best friend? Could make you gain some Nancy points."

"Yeah, that's not a bad idea," Steve nodded along.

As if on cue, you appeared in the hallway with headphones over your ears. Steve looked at you with narrow eyes as you made a stop at your locker. You were wearing a Star Wars t-shirt; that could be useful information.

The lunch bell broke his thoughts and he suddenly remembered it was pasta Thursday. Steve watched the students who were still stuck in class start filing out of classrooms, he would have to leave quickly to get in line before the additional cheese would have to be wrestled for and leave the students last in line with only butter for a minimum of flavor to the over-cooked dish.

Like every Thursday, the cafeteria was crowded. The chatter of students echoed loud and clear through the large room. Food had already been spilled and laughter could be heard. Everyone seemed to be exactly where they were supposed to be.

Steve with his friends, cheese proudly sprinkled on top of the macaroni that cooled just enough to be edible.

Eddie was at his table. The Hellfire club was a full house; each member munching at their food, anticipation and excitement coursing through their veins as they waited for tomorrow to come to continue Eddie's campaign.

"I'm telling you, this is a terrible idea!" Jeff nodded along Oliver's words.

"Why? It's good money," Eddie leaned back from his seat at the table, his eyes landing on you. You were at the table you normally sat at, talking with Eddie's physics partner: Barb.

Were you two friends? He wondered as he watched the interaction. You had a reputation for being a loner, yet you seemed to be smiling. A pretty smile that radiated over your features. Eddie noticed your Star Wars shirt, grinning to himself at the thought of a pretty girl like you being a fan of something he enjoyed too.

He hadn't noticed, but the entire hellfire table was staring at him, throwing looks at each other at the sight of their fearless leader cheesing it over some girl.

"This is bad," Eddie's right-hand man, Olvier, whispered into Jeff's ear. "Really, really bad."

"It might be good money, but don't you think it's, like, a little unethical?" Another boy from the table wondered.

"Unethical?" Eddie blinked at the words. "Since when have we had any ethics to begin with?"

"I don't know," the boy shrugged. "Just, imagine if she actually falls for you, and she finds out it was all a scam just so that her brother could get some?"

"She won't find out," Eddie cracked open his Mountain Dew, taking a sip from the tin can before continuing to speak. "And she's tough. You all saw what she did to Jeff's nose," the boy in question looked away in embarrassment. "I'm sure it would take her more than a few dates to fall for me."

"Right… Because leading someone on is totally the right thing to do to gain some extra cash," Gareth spoke up. "I still don't know why you've agreed to this. I don't want to be there when she finds out. Don't count on me to buy you flowers and dumb 'get well soon' cards for when she puts you in a coma."

"Don't think he'd even pass by the hospital," Another boy snorted. "He'd directly be put to his death." That made the entire table laugh, apart from Oliver.

The blonde had a serious shine to his eyes, a frown on the verge of forming. That wasn't what he was worried about, but he couldn't voice his worries, not right now.

That evening, Steve knew he had to work fast. He knew he only had an hour to get home from school, sneak into your room, and make a list of everything that could be useful before you'd be back from your hour of babysitting.

The second he swung the door open he was met with a sea of records and posters. Your bed wasn't made and your desk was a mess. Steve started his search with the desk. His eyes first landed on a big poster with four guys which, at second glance, he swore one looked like Eddie. He looked to the side to find another smaller poster of the same guy, smiling with his guitar. His name was written in bold on the side, but Steve didn't bother to fully read it. He shook the thought from his head before opening the main drawer. A collection of chapsticks rolled to the front, while random notes and spare coins sat at the back. He pushed some of the things around only to find concert tickets of events from eons past.

When he wasn't satisfied with the search, he moved to the smaller ones at the foot of the desk. Opening and inspecting each one with meticulous precision. When he opened the third one, his eyes went wide.

"Oh my God!" Steve reached for the blue game boy. His blue game boy he thought he had lost the year prior. He could see your pink one in the back of the drawer, the screen broken. He grabbed his, moving his hand through the different games to take his pick.

He put the console and games on the floor by the desk to reclaim them as his but continued his search. The fourth drawer had a magazine opened to a page showing multiple different electric guitars. You had circled one, Steve marked it down on his little piece of paper.

You liked guitar.

And you wanted an electric one, a specific model in particular.

Steve walked towards your shelf and scanned through your books. He made a face when he saw your small collection of Shakespeare. He wrote that down too. After that, he saw a few books by the same author. He recognized The Lord of the Rings, writing it down on his list. But then when his eyes scanned over the other works by the J.R.R Tolkein guy, he had to squint and reread the word at least 3 times to register it and to check if he had written ‘Silmirillion’ right. You had stacks of Rolling Stone magazines next to it except Steve barely bothered to skim through them.

His eyes landed on the big Star Wars poster next to him and on the spaceship on your shelf. He wrote that down as well.

Once he was satisfied, he grabbed his Gameboy and the selected games from the floor and left as though he had never been inside of it at all.

Steve's socked feet dropping from step to step down the stairs caught your attention. Like every Friday morning, he was wearing his blue shirt - his favorite one Tommy had gotten him for his birthday. His bag hung on one shoulder as settled for breakfast.

However, he wasn't looking at where he was going or making a cheeky comment to piss you off so early in the day.

His eyes were focused on the blue brick in his hand. The noise of the game rang before the realization hit. The familiar opening of a chest echoed through your ears and your eyes went wild.

The goddamn Gameboy.

"Are you playing Zelda?" He didn't own a Zelda game–you did.

"Yes. On my Gameboy that I found in your room! Also, I don't know how you can play this. It's too complicated."

"What were you doing in my room!?" Your hand collided with the table, making your breakfast jump.

"I was searching for it!" He bit back.

"Dad-"

"You shouldn't have taken his in the first place. You have one of your own. Steve, you shouldn't go into your sister's room, that's private. It's settled. End of argument. Can we eat in peace now?"

You grumbled something, melting in your seat before poking at a blueberry.

You were glad your car was repaired because you couldn't take another drive of Steve's whining and him complaining about how Zelda was too hard.

Fridays were the best. Not only because it was the day when you didn't have any classes with Steve, but also because it was a chain of your favorite classes that led right to the weekend.

But, Friday’s also went by faster than lighting because of it.

"Barb! You're sort of friends with my sister, right?" Steve appeared next to her like a child high on sugar.

"Yeah?" She looked up from her textbook and papers.

"I need you to tell me what she likes."

"What she likes? Why?" She placed the stray papers inside the textbook before putting them inside her bag, her gaze going to the classroom door where students were starting to leave. It was Friday. She wanted to run out of there and not spend any more time than she needed to in these horrible halls.

"Is that so bad that I just want to know my sister better?" He poorly defended himself, placing a hand on his hip to try and sound more convincing.

"That’s weird coming from you," she zipped her bag closed.

"Okay,” he brushed it off, “first, what does she like to do on weekends?"

"Steve-"

"Please just answer the question." He pressed on.

"Well, um… She really likes to go to The Hideout."

"That weird bar on the edge of town?" Steve made a disgusted face.

"Yes, she says she loves seeing new bands play and makes fun of them when they're terrible."

"Okay," Steve started writing it on his hand like notes for an upcoming exam.

"Are you really writing this down? Steve-" Barb lamented.

"I want to remember! Can't you just accept the fact that I want to be a better brother?"

"Right."

"Ok, what else?"

"She likes Hard Rock and Metal… She would die for Kirk Hammett and Axl Rose."

"Wh-who?"

Barb rolled her eyes. "Kirk is that guy from Metallica?” It sounded more like a question than an actual statement. “I think he's their guitarist."

"Oh! Is that the guy from the posters in her room? The one that has the same hair as Munson?"

"They all have the same hair as Munson," she pointed out. "But yeah, Kirk kind of looks like him, I guess." Barb blinked as she remembered your room from the little times she'd been there "Axl is the main for Guns ‘n Roses; blonde, blue eyed guy with long hair. Always wears a bandana and eye-liner."

"Mm-hm" He nodded for her to continue, writing keywords on the back of his hand.

"She also really likes the arcade and roller skating. Um, she likes fantasy stuff like those Star Wars movies and those big books…” Barb trailed off to think of the name.

“Lord of the Rings?” Steve filled in for her and she snapped her fingers in recognition.

“Yes! Lord of the Rings. And I think her favorite character is Darth Vader?"

"Is he from Lord of the Rings?” Steve asked and Barb furrowed her eyebrows at him like she couldn’t believe that is what came out of his mouth.

“Are you serious?”

“It’s… not?” Steve faltered and she shook her head.

“Star Wars… Bad guy…?”

"The guy with the helmet?”

“Mhm,” Barb hummed in reply.

"Okay, thank you! I think I'm all set."

"Are you sure you need this information just to be a better brother?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "Thanks!" He beamed before running out of the room. Steve charged down the halls until he recognized the door with the theatre posters all over it.

"Here!" Steve burst into the drama room, earning a questioning gaze from Eddie.

He was alone. Feet on the table that was even messier than the last time he was there. A book in his hand and he was practically one-hundred percent sure he had seen that same cover sitting on the shelves of your room.

"I have ‘the info.’" Steve slammed the note onto the table, in between the figurines and dice, before taking a seat in one of the rickety side chairs.

Eddie looked up from his book with a raised eyebrow and removed his feet from the table before scanning what was written.

"You missed the a," He pointed out and Steve looked at him strangely. "Silmarillion, not Silmirillion," Eddie showed him the cover of the book he was still holding.

"Whatever," Steve dropped his hand on the table. "That's the information I gathered."

"That's not a lot to work from," Eddie pointed to the paper with Steve’s scribbles on it.

"Look it should be enough," Steve huffed as Eddie read through the information. "But I've got more."

"She likes guitar, that's cool. She wants the same model I have."

"Oh yeah! She has a crush on that guy from Metallica, the one with the guitar."

"Which one?"

"I don't man, the one that looks like you."

"You mean Kirk?"

"Yeah! That's his name."

"Alright, good. I can work with that," A smirk rose on Eddie's lips. A sudden burst of confidence rose to his chest. He was your type. "Anything else?"

"I think her other crush's name has something with roses" he looked down at his hand, the writing so sloppy he could barely make it out.

"Axl?"

"Yep, that's the one!" Eddie could work with that. He basically owned half of the same wardrobe.

"She likes to go to The Hideout–you know that dodgy bar? She likes to go and judge the bands that play apparently."

"I'm in a band that plays at The Hideout."

Steve's mouth hung open into an 'O' shape before he spoke again. "Well, that's actually kind of perfect." He noticed, a bit more to himself than to Eddie. "She also likes the arcade and roller skating."

"Okay,” Eddie nodded, “What's her favorite arcade game?"

"I don't know? She stole my Donkey Kong game so she might like that?" It came out as more of a question than anything.

"Steve, what do you know?"

"Are you being sarcastic?" He narrowed his eyes.

"Maybe."

"Also her favorite Star Wars character is the villain."

"Palpatine?" Eddie scrunched up his nose, tilting his head.

"Pala-who? No, no, the other one, the guy with the helmet."

"Darth Vader?"

"Yeah."

"Well, it's arguable that's he's the villain-"

"Please keep that nerd bullshit for my sister," Steve cut him off and Eddie closed his mouth, crossing his arms against his chest, "that's all I have."

"Alright. I'll see what I can do." Eddie nodded before looking back to the table. "You should go," he tapped his watch, "Campaign's about to start."

"I'm home!" Steve yelled as the door closed behind him.

"Steve, can you come help me with the laundry?" Your mom called out from the laundry room. A large basket of folded laundry in her hands.

Steve rolled his eyes before slipping his shoes off and dropping his bag by the entrance. As he did, he noticed a pair of shoes and a bag he didn't recognize sitting by the doorway.

"Why can't Y/n do it?"

"Because she's babysitting. Here," she handed him the basket. "This side is your clothes, and this one your sister's. Just put yours in your room and put the basket with the rest in hers. Is that so hard to do?"

"Babysitting? But her shoes and bag are here?"

"Yeah, they're in the kitchen, baking."

"Ah," he grumbled something else before doing as told.

"So, got any plans for the weekend?" You asked Dustin as you placed the cupcake wrappers in the little molds.

"I'm going to Mike's. We're going to continue his campaign!" The curly-headed boy had a big smile on his face as he mixed the batter with all his might.

"That's nice," you smiled before you dipped your finger into the batter and stole a taste. "Our cupcakes are going to be amazing," you nodded, "high five."

One of his hands removed its grip from the bowl to collide with yours while the other stayed on the whisk.

"Do you need someone to drop you off or pick you up from Mike's?" You questioned as you started washing your hands, speaking a bit louder over the running water.

"No,” Dustin shook his head and his curls went bouncing, “mom said I could go all alone this time!"

"Oh my god," you put a hand to your heart. "Is my ‘lil Dusty growing up?" You faked a sniff, "are you going to fire me?" you wiped a fake tear.

"No!" He giggled at your dramatic sighs. "I still need you. I'm bored when you're not there and I have to spend entire afternoons home alone."

"I hope so," you pointed a finger at him, a small smile playing on your face as you turned back to the cupcake batter. "You still have to teach me how to play D&D, by the way. My half-written character sheet is still somewhere in my room."

"Yes! I promise. Once Mike's campaign is finished, we will do it."

"Deal," you grabbed the bowl and started to pour the mixture in each of the cupcake molds while Dustin washed up.

"What are you doing this weekend?" He wondered as he came back around, watching with big eyes as you skillfully poured just the right amount of dough into each section.

"Homework, probably."

"That's it?" His eyes went wider. Sometimes he thought you never had fun outside of babysitting him.

"No," you giggled. "Might go judge whoever is playing at The Hideout."

"I wish I could come with you," he sighed. "It sounds so much fun."

"Promise when you're a little older. I'll bring you and we can even make a bingo sheet out of it."

"What would we put on the bingo!?" His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Well, stuff like, ‘did the singer's voice crack’, or ‘did he sing a wrong note’, or ‘did the guitarist mess up his chord?’ Oh! I forgot to tell you, last time I went, a band that came from Arizona was playing and the drummer threw up on his snare."

"Ew!"

"Yeah, it was disgusting. The whole band had to stop playing and the show was canceled."

"I'm surprised that you haven't met anyone there," Dustin sighed as he watched you put the cupcakes in the oven.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you always said that the boys in high school are unwashed miscreants," you giggled at the fact that he remembered your words. "You must have met someone cool at this bar."

"How many times must I tell you that I'm not interested in dating?" You laughed.

"But everyone is! Dating can be fun!"

"Not everyone, Henderson." Steve's voice came from the doorway. "Y/n is a peculiar breed of mean girl. No boy would even be interested in her, they're all terrified of her or either think she's a loser." Steve made an ‘L’ with his index and thumb, bringing it to his forehead as he poked his tongue out to you.

Steve thought you'd be in a better mood after he saw you laugh with Dustin, that you'd joke back like you always did, but when your eyes met his, your gaze became cold again. You were glaring daggers at him when he reached for the orange juice in the fridge.

"That's not true! She's like the coolest person on earth!" Dustin argued and a mocking chuckle came from your brother. Dustin's eyes were wide and angry as he looked at Steve pouring himself a glass and placing the bottle back in the fridge. The younger boy burned a hole in the back of Steve’s head before he disappeared into the living room.

"Don't listen to him," Dustin grumbled. "I would definitely ask you out if I was older!" That made you laugh; the hurt that started forming in your chest dissipated with his words.

"Well, thank you. But I do get asked out." ‘Especially recently,’ you thought. "I'm just not interested," You could see in his eyes he still didn’t take that as an answer. "Alright, my young padawan," you changed the subject and ruffled his hair. "Enough boy talk. Let's finish up your homework while these cupcakes bake."

"Why are you acting like this?" Steve's head poked from over your shoulder.

"Why am I acting like what?"

"You've been in a bad mood ever since Tuesday morning," Steve sat beside you by the kitchen counter. He quickly eyed what you were doing and saw your neatly written paper with all the answers to the history questions Mr. Click had assigned. Steve grabbed it but you quickly snatched it away.

"You're really asking me why I'm acting like this? Steve, you've been bugging me all week because you think I'm the answer to all your problems!" You dropped your pen in frustration. "It's not my fault you didn't do your English homework and it's not my fault you got shitty grades so now you're not allowed to get a girlfriend. And you're certainly not going to copy my history homework. You didn't even want to pay for my car and you were basically bullying me in front of the boy I babysit."

"But I always bully you," he pointed it out as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. Saying it like his words were meaningless sibling banter and not him reinforcing ideas everyone thought. "And you said it yourself, the guy didn't even make you pay for the repair!"

"That's not the point! You have to stop acting like the things you do are my problem; stop asking me to get a fucking boyfriend and to read a book for you! And stop snooping around my work!" You almost screamed.

Steve was glad your parents were away at Enzo's for dinner because he would have gotten a really long lecture about bribing you to get a boyfriend and he didn't need that right now.

"But you won't get a boyfriend so now I'm stuck home on a Friday night."

"Wow, is that so bad?" You mocked before aggressively grabbing all of your pens and shoving them in your pencil case, stacking your papers before taking everything in your arms and walking up to your room.

"No! Don't leave!"

"Then stop annoying me!" You screamed from the top of the staircase. He heard your loud steps stomping the ground before your door closed with a loud thud and the small clicking of your lock.

You dropped your books and homework on your desk, sighing when you turned the lights on. Frustration burning in your veins, you turned your radio on and brought the volume as high as you could.

The start of Rainbow in the Dark started playing.

It was therapy. It was a cool cloth on the back of your neck on a hot day. Most of all, it was the remedy to tune Steve out and the world around you went silent sans the music that raced the airwaves of your room.

Steve could faintly hear it from the living room but chose to ignore it. This time, he will not give you the satisfaction of being annoyed.

You hummed the lyrics to yourself as you went through your bag, cleaning the empty wrappers and menial scraps that had accumulated through the week. You opened your planner and scanned around the homework for Monday.

Math

English

History

Spanish

You made the list as you went through the stack of textbooks on your desk and neatly placed the ones you needed on the side. You were about to turn around and decide which tape you wanted to listen to after this one when a knock came to your window.

You thought that you heard wrong. Maybe it was a chord in the song you hadn't noticed before. But when the sound of a rock hitting the glass struck again, this time you had the visual. It was a surprise you could still hear the soft clink over the loud music, and as you stepped to get closer, another one clashed with the glass.

You pushed the window up, Dio now playing loud and clear in the cool night air. You looked down to be faced with the last person you expected to see.

"Munson?" You raised an eyebrow. "I thought I told you to stop bothering me?"

"You haven't actually said those words," He echoed from down below.

He had a large smile on his face. His hair was loose and going wild while he was wearing a dark blue shirt that was ripped on the side–you knew you had seen the same shirt somewhere. Skinny jeans of matching color with chains dangling everywhere and purple reeboks complete the look.

It was a look. A completely chaotic, mismatched look that he made work because it was uniquely him.

The light from your window spread a glow over his features as he played with an additional pebble in his hand. For a second, you caught yourself thinking he was handsome. You found yourself shoving away the same weird feeling that had popped up after seeing him at the garage beside your car.

"What are you doing here?"

"I want to take you out," he beamed, dropping the pebble and taking a step closer to your window when the chorus of the song echoed louder through the air.

"I have homework to do."

"C'mon, it's Friday night, please?" He pouted, big brown eyes looking at you like a lost puppy. "I'm playing at The Hideout in 30 minutes, please just come. My van is parked a street away. Doesn't have to be a date."

"You never give up don't you?"

"No," he smirked.

You thought for a second. Dustin's words echoed from earlier: ‘dating can be fun.’ Maybe you could allow yourself just one night at the seedy bar where you would lose your shell. Maybe you could give Eddie Munson the chance to show you who he was behind all the rumors and 'scary' facade.

"I'll come with you on one condition," you levied at him and there was a spark of surprise that washed over his eyes.

"That is…?" He could feel the plan working. He could feel you giving in to him.

"Free drinks."

"Alright, yeah," he thought about the rest of Steve's cash stashed in the door of his van. "Deal."

"Give me a second to change, I'll be right back." You closed the window, then curtains before scurrying off to your closet.

Eddie was in it for the cash. That's what he told himself going into the deal, and that's what he had to remind himself when he watched you climb out of your window as Holy Diver played from your stereo and your feet hit the grass. You were wearing white pants. They were ripped almost everywhere and a chain was hooked to the one side, almost matching the way Eddie's wore his own. Black boots and a loose Metallica shirt brought the look together in some fever dream he was immersing himself in.

Eddie bit back a smile, nodding towards your shirt, "you have a great taste in music."

"I know." You looked at him up and down. "Is that Kirk Hammett's shirt from that cover of Rolling Stone they did two months ago?" You had noticed it when you came to your room and your eyes landed on said magazine.

"Maybe," he smirked. "Might have made it myself when the cover came out."

"Well, it's very nice. Suits you." For a second, you almost thought he looked like him. The same hair, eyes, and cheeky grin. Your heart doing a loop in your chest when you were starting to compare them; the guitar, being in a band. You shook the thought away quicker than it came and walked past him, turning back around when he didn't follow. "C'mon, what are you waiting for?"

"Nothing," Eddie smiled, dipping his chin into his chest before shaking his head and catching up to you.

"Are your parents not going to notice you're gone?"

"They're at dinner. They'll probably assume I'm sleeping by the time they're back."

"And your brother?"

"Nah. I turned the lights off, and the music will stop eventually. He'll have just about an hour left of Dio before he can have his peace."

"Sneaky."

You had never really noticed Eddie's van before. White with blue stripes and the smell of weed permanently stuck to its seats. It was oddly clean on the inside–with no stray papers or candy wrappers laying around like in yours. A guitar pick was dangling from the rear mirror and a bobblehead dragon stood on top of a dash like those Hula girls.

"I like the dragon," you noticed, tapping the top of his head with your fingers to see it move.

"Thanks. I won it at the arcade."

"You go to the arcade?"

"Yeah! Like all the time."

"Me too," you smiled to yourself, watching as he fixed his shirt when he settled in his seat.

"What proves to me that you weren't sent by my brother, the devil spawn?" You narrowed your eyes at him as he closed the door. Eddie's heart squeezing in his chest at the question, his hands began to sweat. You were smart. Really, really smart.

"Sweetheart,” the nickname fell from his tongue as if it were second nature, “you really think your brother would even think of talking to me?" That made you laugh. "I'm sure the idea in itself makes him shit his pants."

It did. But that was before Steve realized Eddie wasn't doing ritual sacrifices on the floor of the drama room.

"Yeah, you're right, sorry to assume," you laughed. "Just thought that maybe he would get really desperate and send the only guy in Hawkins who wouldn't be scared of me." Dammit you were smart. And if Eddie hadn't had as much acting practice from playing Dungeons and fucking Dragons he probably would have been busted the second the question left your lips.

"You don't have that much self-confidence do you?" Eddie narrowed his eyes and looked right at you, trying too hard to change the subject. "Look at you! You really think guys don't want to ask you out, just… because?"

You shrugged and played with the dragon's head again, watching it go up and down every time you touched it. "It's not that I don't, it's just… I'm not very approachable. People are usually scared of me and call me a heinous bitch. Steve gracefully reminds me of it every single day. Either that or they want to date me to be friends with 'Mr. King of Hawkins High',”

"Well, I definitely don't want to be friends with him," Eddie shook his head, making a weird face at the thought. "And I'm no picnic myself," his soft laugh echoed across the little space.

"Yeah, we both have a reputation, don't we?" You scrunched up your nose.

"Definitely," he grinned like it was the best badge a person could wear. "And for the record, I don't think you are a heinous bitch," He smiled, a real genuine smile that definitely wasn't an act. "I think you're very cool, Harrington. I don't know how I hadn't noticed you earlier," he meant it.

"You think I'm cool despite the fact that Steve ‘The Hair’ is my brother?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Despite that."

"Well, I think you're pretty cool too," a stare lingered a little bit too long between the two of you, causing Eddie to clear his throat and put his focus on starting the van.

"You know, never in the world did I think that ‘The Hair's’ sister would listen to Black Sabbath and Dio and like Star Wars."

"Why would you think that?" You smiled because to you, the assumption that you didn’t like any of those things was ridiculous. You wore shirts, listened to the music at near full volume through the hallways, and made it no secret that you weren’t afraid of liking the things you did just because some people found them ‘odd.’

"Because you're Steve Harrington's little sister?"

"So, you think I'm like my brother?"

"Oh, Christ, no. But, I thought you might be. Imagined you to be like a cheerleader of something until I realized that the second Harrington was the girl terrorizing everyone she crosses paths with."

"Jesus," You chuckled. "Imagine me dancing with pom poms."

"Now that's a sight I'd love to see."

"No,” you shook your head amused, “I would look ridiculous."

"I'm sure you'd look amazing."

"I would be a laughing stock! Then people wouldn't be scared of me anymore and where's the fun in that?"

"Yeah," Eddie chuckled with you. That was a fair assessment on your behalf. You weren’t the cheerleading type.

When he parked on the familiar grounds of The Hideout, he reached up for the switch, the small ceiling light making your eyes blink as they adjusted to it.

Eddie leaned toward you to open the glove box. Hand over your knees, he popped open the compartment and his hand barely grazed them as he reached into it. As he rummaged through it, he found a spare ring in the process. Eddie didn't hesitate to wear it on his one ring free finger the second his eyes landed on it.

"Ah-ha!" He smiled when he found what he was searching for. A long thin black tube was between his fingers that made your eyebrows raise high.

"Eyeliner?"

"What? Every rock star wears it." You laughed at the idea of Eddie putting on eyeliner, but it died on your lips when you realized he was being serious and started applying it around his eyes. "Don't look at me like that! Axl Rose wears eyeliner all the time!"

"Yeah, you're right. Axl Rose does wear eyeliner," you smiled at Eddie's comparison to him. Watching his movements as he looked at his eyes through the rear mirror. He definitely wasn't an eye-liner expert; the start of his lines were messy and he was making everything uneven.

For a long minute, he looked like a panda and had to rub some off the black with his fingers. It was far from perfect, but he seemed happy with it.

"How do I look?" He gave an award winning, teeth baring grin when he fully turned to face you.

Now, if you from Monday asked yourself what you thought you would be doing on Friday night, the last thing that would have crossed your mind would have been sitting in the parking of The Hideout with Eddie Munson, gaping at him like a fish as he turned to you with the most adorable grin you had ever seen, wearing eyeliner and comparing himself to your two favorite musicians, and every word dying in the back of your throat as the same unknown feeling that had now crossed you twice upon gazing at him came back.

"Good," you attempted but your words came out in a mumble, blinking the shock away. "You look good. A real rock star." In all truths, he looked really really good. So good you wondered how you had never noticed it before, especially from all your past trips to The Hideout.

Surely you would have noticed someone you went to school with or someone who looked like that.

"Great," he smiled even wider, grabbing the pick necklace from his rearview mirror. "Can't forget the lucky charm,” he winked before opening the door of his van and jumping out.

The Hideout was familiar.

Always the same people flocking to the little joint apart from a few new faces that changed every weekend. The same dark ambiance and washed-out lighting, the same pool table with the same five drunks playing every weekend and sometimes on Thursdays after the monster truck race outside of town.

It wasn't crowded. It never was. But on Fridays, there were always enough people to consider it a crowd, causing a cheerful spirit to hang in the air. Even Madame Bijoux seemed happier on Friday nights. Maybe it was the only day of the week she and the people of Hawkins forgot she was a French woman that came to the bar every day at six, drinking whiskey while wearing all of the jewels she owned and claiming she was waiting for her long-lost love to come back.

It was some Shakespearean tale playing out before your eyes each week.

She was a treasure, practically a ghost from another world but she sat drinking her whiskey with a mystical whimsy about her. Those jewels, the long-lost love… it was all too good to be true most days.

The same stage stood in the back, a banner with Corroded Coffin written in black doubled with red, hung on the side. One of the boys you knew to be in advanced English was still working on setting up his drum set.

But you didn't know why this time everything felt different.

Maybe it was because this time you hadn't gone alone. This time you were accompanied by the leader of its band who played there three times a month. Or that you had suddenly found him handsome and your mind became a mess of thoughts and your body was vibrating with unknown feelings. It certainly didn't help that his eyes wouldn't leave you as you made your way through the small crowd to reach the stage.

"That's Gareth," Eddie pointed at his friend once you were close enough to see. "He's a Freshman and a smartass."

"Is that why he's the only Freshman in advanced English?"

"Exactly why,” He nodded. "Joined Corroded Coffin last year when our drummer graduated."

"Question, why are you in advanced English?"

"They said that it would gain me more points. That I'd have a better chance of graduating if I took it."

"How’s that working out for you?"

"Horribly," Eddie chuckled, waving hello to someone behind your shoulder before continuing. "Definitely quitting at the end of the year. They can shove their extra points up their asses."

"Awww, and I won't get to stare at your empty seat for hours every week? What. A. Shame." Your words brought a fighting smile to Eddie's lips.

"Yeah, sadly. My sincerest apologies," he smirked, "but the year isn't over. Maybe I can think of showing up so you can stare at something more interesting than an empty chair."

"You would do that for me?" You gasped. "I'm impressed."

"You should be."

"This is bad," Oliver leaned his chin in the palm of his hand, his fingers covering his mouth as he sighed.

"You realize you say this every time you see them talk or we mention her?" Jeff side-eyed his friend before looking back to the two of you from their spot. They were standing in the back of the room, right near the stage–a place perfect for spying the crowd.

"Yeah," Oliver nodded, "but I'm saying it because it's true."

"You know the worst that can come out of this is Eddie having to take a trip to the emergency room?"

"No," he shook his head, blonde hair moving with him. "It's his heart I'm worried about."

"His heart?"

"Think about it. Y/n has always been described the same way people have always described Eddie. It's a mystery they weren't friends before this," Oliver crossed his arms. "Eddie asked Steve to gather up some info on her–I read it and Eddie doesn't see it, but they're practically soulmates."

"Oh."

"And her celebrity crush is Kirk Hammett"

"Oh."

"Yeah!"

"This is bad."

"It's very, very bad. I know Eddie. He wears his heart on his sleeve and cares too much. He's going to end up falling for her, I can already see it happening! Her too, and then when she finds out her brother paid him it's going to be like an atomic bomb going off. She's never going to forgive him and we’re all going to burn along with him."

Jeff didn't have the words to reply. He continued watching the two of you from a distance; Eddie had just made a joke, his face sparkling with joy. You were laughing loudly, the sound barely audible in between the chatter, and Eddie was definitely blushing.

Oliver watched, almost angry at the situation when Eddie placed the hand that wasn't holding the guitar strapped on his back in place on your back to escort you through a cluster of people.

Both your laughters became audible when you were just a step away.

"Hey guys!" Eddie turned his head to face his friends. His features lit with something more than usual–Oliver didn't like one bit of it.

"Hey," you greeted them with a shy wave.

"Guys, this is Y/n," Eddie pointed to you, both of them giving small waves in return. "This is Oliver, he's on second guitar," Oliver stiffly nodded. You could feel the cold in his eyes upon eye contact, as if he didn't want you here. It made you awkwardly look away towards Jeff, but that didn't help the awkwardness you were feeling.

"Um, that's Jeff," Eddie's voice became low as he said it, knowing your past interaction with the boy. You gave another awkward wave but he just glared at you. Great, you definitely did not feel welcomed by his friends.

"I'll have to leave you here," Eddie turned back to you, gloriously saving the moment from turning into an awkward silence. "Need to get ready with the band."

"That's alright. I'll go find a seat and get something to drink," you smiled, a warm smile that warmed Eddie's heart. His gaze followed you until you were lost in the sea of people.

"You should flirt less," Oliver said before looking back to his guitar, fixing the strap before placing it around his shoulders.

"Huh?" His words took Eddie by surprise.

"You should: Flirt. Less." He repeated, accentuating the words with each syllable. "Can’t have her really think this is going to lead to a real relationship," Eddie blinked at his friend's words.

"Have you seen the way she is around me?" Eddie pointed to the crowd as if pointing to you. "I don't think she's even close to thinking about actually dating," Eddie scoffed and brushed the words off his shoulder.

"Are you blind?" Oliver’s eyes went wide. Did he not just see the way he was laughing with you? Or acting around you? The way he touched you and blushed and made your own person radiate an energy Oliver only associated with the magical powers of flirtation and charm.

"What?"

"Nevermind," Oliver had enough. If Eddie wanted to put himself in this situation, then he would let him.

"What’s that supposed to mean?" Eddie raised his voice as Oliver walked towards the stage and away from him.

"Nothing. You should set up your guitar and mic. We play in five."

You had seen Corroded Coffin play a hundred times. And each and everyone of these times you knew they were getting better. Each new song they wrote dripped of a new skill, stronger lyrics, and more passionate skillful music. As the band got older, the songs got better. They were all goddamn talented and from the hundreds of other bands you had seen play in this shitty bar, you knew that they had a better chance than anyone else who stepped on the bumpy wooden planks of this stage to become big.

But when the lights went out and everyone started cheering, it felt like you had never seen them before.

The first chords of Eddie's guitar rang through the darkness like a ship finding its port in your soul. You recognized their most recent title: 'Walking in the Dark' . The song started with a guitar solo, almost slow, melancholic, until the whole song was flipped upside down and it became worthy to be featured in a Metallica album.

When the second chord started after a beat, the spotlight set on Eddie. And maybe it was the sip of beer you had just taken, but chills climbed up your shoulders as he started to play. He looked so focused, more than he could ever look while fixing cars just for extra cash. Your eyes lit up as you watched him play the most difficult part of the riff. His hair was going crazy, crazier than ten minutes earlier when you were still by his side and a small smile crossed your cheeks when he shook his head in a poor attempt to move strands of hair away from his face.

People cheered when the rest of the band started to play, and the lights came back in on rhythm with the music. When Eddie started singing, a few drunks joined in like they were singing along to their favorite song. Corroded Coffin having become a staple of the joint, the most fidel clientele had started to know most of the lyrics by heart–you included.

And you hadn’t even realized that this Eddie had been one you admired from afar every time they played, three times a month.

The whole place lit up like fire. The crowd was chaotic–as chaotic as a crowd of drunk Hawkins residents and travelers who had stopped at a motel for the weekend could be. People were raising their drinks with the music, and you felt yourself enjoying the show more than you had in a very long time.You never wanted it to stop.

But everything good had to come to an end. As your beer decreased in its glass, Corroded Coffin’s setlist came to an end. The crowd of singers became smaller, and the alcohol in their veins augmented with time. A fight that had broken out over a spilt drink was taken outside, and the wood on Gareth's drumsticks was periodically chipping away, threatening to split in half with every hard beat.

The last notes rang through the bar and the seven lonely drunks left on the makeshift dance floor attempted to clap, accompanied by the few tables that were finishing up their drinks or food that was left over from their dinner's, the waiters and of course; you.

The entire band was catching their breath, smiling at each other and sharing 'we did well' looks. You watched from your spot at the bar as Eddie shook his head and wiped the sweat of his forehead with the back of his hand. He had the brightest smile and you couldn't help but mimic the sight when his eyes met yours from across the room.

Five minutes later, he was standing right next to you, ordering beers for the entire band and another for you.

"So, you like it?"

"Better than other times. You guys are getting better," you smiled, your hand fiddling with your empty glass.

"That's because this time I knew you were in the crowd," he winked, his smile burning even brighter than before. He dropped a ten dollar bill on the cold surface as the women behind the counter handed him the five glasses.

"On the house," she smiled and Eddie was glad you hadn't noticed the way he flinched when he had to repocket the bill he was trying to get rid off.

"Thanks," he nodded, trying his best for his smile not to look fake before turning to you. "Will you help me? The rest are sitting at that booth over there," he pointed with his head, already grabbing two beers and holding the third one by the tip of his fingers in between the two others.

You grabbed the last two before following him.

"You sure you don't want to be alone for your date?" Oliver stated a bit too dryly when you carefully placed the beers on the table.

"Oh this isn't a date" you smiled, your tone directly opposite from his.

"It isn't?"

"No, I refuse to date in high school," you sat down, Eddie sliding into the booth next to you.

"Then what are you doing here?" He narrowed his eyes.

"First of all, I'm not new to The Hideout. I come here all the time. I was there when you fainted on stage two months ago," you pointed to Oliver with your drink before taking a sip.

"Holy shit! I remember that! It was so embarrassing," Gareth chuckled in between beer sips.

"Secondly, I came here with him so he would stop bugging me," you nudged Eddie's shoulder.

"Is that so? Is it not because you find me incredibly handsome?" He put on a fake offended look, placing a hand to his heart.

"No," you giggled. "Sorry to bruise your ego"

"My ego is very bruised"

"You'll recover"

"I don't think I can."

Oliver looked away, his look just getting colder. Eddie seemed to notice, looking at him inexplicably before glancing back at Gareth. Oliver and Jeff might have been giving you the cold shoulder, but conversation flowed naturally with the youngest member of the band.

Around an hour into the conversation, Jeff left. ‘Curfew at 1 am’ were his words before he walked out without even giving you a proper goodbye. But Oliver stuck around, despite the bad feeling that rested at the pit of his stomach when seeing how much you and Eddie got along.

"Wait! So you actually kicked Kevin in the balls?" Gareth held his stomach to try and stop from laughing.

"YEAH!" You laughed with him. "He was being rude to Barb and I think that he hasn’t removed his jock strap since."

"You’re a menace!"

"Kids, as much as I love hearing your laughter and enjoy seeing people have a good time, we're closing up,” the waitress you knew as Clara pointed to the clock on the wall. 3:30 am.

Your eyes went wide, you had never spent that long at The Hideout before. You all looked at each other, Gareth's eyes went to his drum set with a desperate sigh.

"I'll help you put it in your trunk," Oliver said as he finished off the rest of his glass.

"We can help too!" You proposed but Gareth shook his head no.

"No, go home. Don’t worry about it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"It would go faster if we helped."

“Don’t worry about it,” Oliver’s stiff words snatched the smile right off of your lips and Eddie placed a hand on your shoulder.

“They’ll be fine,” he turned to you with a tired smile. "C’mon, “I’ll go grab my guitar and I'll bring you home."

"You better because you're the one who drove me here," you joked, making him smile a bit wider.

It was so easy to keep smiling without remembering every second was based on a bet.

Eddie kept the grin on his face as he walked towards the stage, removing his instrument from its stand before shouldering it.

Your gaze fell back to Oliver and Gareth who were still planted in front of you. Oliver was still glaring icy daggers at you while Gareth just smiled. A sweet smile that made Oliver’s gaze less terrifying.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow?” Eddie asked as he came back towards you.

“Yep, bye!” Oliver waved you both off before running off towards the stage.

“What’s up with him?” Eddie asked Gareth who gave him his best shrug of the shoulders.

“I don’t know.” That was a lie, and he was glad Eddie was preoccupied with you or else he would have seen right through it.

“Weird,” he looked at his friend who was battling with a screw from the drum set. “Shall we?” He turned back to you.

“Yep.”

“Bye!”

“Bye Y/n!” Gareth’s smile warmed the cold of Oliver’s goodbye.

Eddie’s hand didn’t leave the small of your back until he had to push the big two doors open. A breeze came rushing in, making you instantly shiver.

"Fuck, I should have taken a sweater," you had somehow forgotten you were barely at the start of spring and that the air was still cold and called for layers.

"I think I have one in the van," Eddie said as he watched you rub your shoulders with both your palms.

"No, it's alright-"

Before you could protest, he opened the back and carefully strapped his guitar to the side before rummaging through a big green bag he always kept there. Eddie fished a balled up sweatshirt from it.

"Here," there was a sincerity in his words that you couldn’t protest. As the cool spring air passed you by once more, a new shiver was sent tumbling down your spine.

"Thanks," you took the black washed out fabric in your hands before placing one arm in each and hooking it over your head. The end of the sleeves were ripped, and small holes were at the edges of the neck, but you didn't mind. It smelt so much like him it almost made you swoon. And you weren’t a swooner. Weed and cigarettes mixed in with his cologne that smelt like wood and cinnamon. You even put the cuff of the sleeve up to your nose when he wasn't looking. But you weren't going to admit that.

The ride was peacefully quiet. Eddie hummed something you didn’t recognize. You thought it may have been a new song he was working on. The dragon’s head on the dashboard was going up and down almost in rhythm to his music as the van made its way in the direction of your house. Everything felt so perfect you had to do your best to stop from dozing off from pure contentment that washed over you as the dark, early morning streetlights fluttering in and out every second his van sped down the road.

Everything was peaceful, relaxing, and absolute against your better judgment. You weren’t used to feeling this way, let alone willing yourself to reflect on the emotions that surged through your veins every moment spent in his presence.

“I’m sure he’ll come around,” You blinked the sleep away as the words fell out of his mouth. You looked at him, questions as to who was written all over your features. “Oliver. I don’t know why he was so cold.”

“It’s alright,” You looked at the trees passing by. “You know I’m used to people being that way around me.”

“Hmm,” He didn’t sound convinced. Something in his eyes telling you he wasn’t happy with how his friend treated you so poorly. Jeff had a reason, but Oliver didn’t. Even Jeff had acted more civil than Oliver.

The ride came to a stop faster than Eddie wished; parking himself in the same spot he had hours before when he picked you up.

“Thank you for the ride,” You gave him a small smile as you reached to open the door.

“You don’t think I’m going to let you walk back alone at this hour?” He raised an eyebrow and every reply was stolen from your lips. He chuckled when he saw your dumbfounded expression. “C’mon! Let’s go!”

You stepped out of the van, the air getting colder again. Eddie’s sweatshirt suddenly felt like your best friend when another rush of wind blew.

The forest road felt so quiet. High trees surrounding a crumbling strip of pavement Hawkins liked to call a road. A cat stood up on the gates of your neighbor’s home, glaring at you with his big eyes. Halloween was still months away. You started walking through the little gravel road that separated your parents' property with the others, Eddie ducked when some branches almost collided with his face.

"What are you doing?" You stopped as you watched him crouch next to the big rose bushes of your neighbor's home. Quickly, he stood back up, a brightness washing over him in the night as he waddled back towards you, a pink rose in his hand. Not wilted, perfectly formed.

"I just wanted to show this rose how incredibly beautiful you are," he pointed it to you with a wide grin. He was pulling from a playbook you never heard from.

For a golden second, you let the feeling invade you. That vulnerability of being loved, feeling appreciated. But it never lasted long with you. The years of people calling you mean and unapproachable, those words and this identity that you wore as a shield always came back. The bricks of a wall willing to crumble given the chance were fortified again, building higher and higher until you couldn’t see who was on the other side. Before the heat could be felt in your face, where it couldn’t stay for too long, you grabbed the rose and rolled your eyes.

If you couldn’t enjoy the romance of it, you could jest the humorous aspect of it.

"Holy hell, that's the cheesiest thing someone has ever said to me."

"Well, you're welcome. I guess?" Eddie chuckled, pocketing his hands as he walked beside you. He wasn’t embarrassed. Eddie took that statement with pride because now he had a one up on the rest of the guys who tried to hit on you with textbook lines that made no impact at all. He would gladly take ‘cheesy.’

"This is my stop," You smiled. "I should probably give this back," You made a move to remove the sweatshirt from your body but Eddie shook his head.

"No, no. Keep it," You were glad it was dark because you felt the blowback of his words strike you with surprise. It was all over your face, and it was all at the thought of keeping his sweater.

"Thanks," a light wind blew once more and you brought it a bit closer to your body. Boldness coursing through your veins, you leaned in and kissed his cheek as you prepared to depart. "I'll see you on Monday." You gave him a soft smile that brought butterflies to his stomach. He watched as you skillfully jumped over the barely three-foot high fence.

"Does that mean I can finally take you out on a real date?"

"Maybe!" You turned around to answer him. Winking before disappearing in between the trees of the mini forest surrounding your house.

Eddie could still spot you by the bright white of your pants, a dopey smile on his face as butterflies fluttered inside his stomach.

And maybe he wasn’t in this just for the money.

But the aspect that he was… well, that turned everything upside down.

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Sick Proposal

Summary: Reader is sick and Joseph is on Jimmy Fallon that night.

Warning: fluff

Wrapping your blanket around yourself tightly, you watch the screen of the live viewing of your boyfriend's talk show interview.

"Joseph Quinn everyone!" Jimmy Fallon says loudly and the cheers are so loud.

The cheers die down and Joseph speaks. "Hi Jimmy."

"Hey man, how have you been since last time you were here?" Jimmy asks.

"Uh, could be better. My girl is stuck in bed, sicker than a dog." Joseph says.

"What? Girl?" Jimny says.

You see Joseph’s face lights up. "Yeah, she's got bad allergies right now, which is the worst because she gets whiney because she doesn't get sick that often. So, I was about to board my plane and she calls and goes "Joooey!" She calls me Joey the most, especially when she's sick." His face flushes.

"Was she okay?" Jimmy asks.

"She just told me that she hopes I get home soon. I had to tell her first thing in the morning, I will be on my way home." Joseph informs.

"How long have you two been going out?" Jimmy asks.

"Two years…" Cheers fill the room and he'e cheesin'. "Yeah, she's great. She runs lines with me. She's a high school theatre teacher, so she always asks for my help with her plays and stuff."

"That's very cool!" Jimmy's lips are in a smile.

The rest of the interview goes on. You still feel bad, but you think it's cute that he talked about. You watch them go to commercial after Jimmy thanks him for coming out. You grab your phone and wait a couple of minutes and call Joseph.

"Joeeeeey." You say with a smile.

"Hi darling. Did you like the interview? Was that okay?" He asks and you can hear the worry in his voice.

"Joey, I don't care what or who you tell people. I just wanted to let you know that the navy was a better choice than the emerald." You say.

You two had an in depth conversation about the suits Gucci was lending him. He thought the navy was more classic, but the emerald was more fun. You said that he's worn navy the most in interviews and they compliment his eyes better. He agreed with you.

"Yeah, I am glad you thought I looked good." Joseph says with a laugh.

"You could wear a brown paper bag and I'd think that you are so hot." You say.

"That’s not true, you've called my brown suits paper bags before and commented on how much you despised them." He says with a laugh.

"I just don't like brown, but you look so good in brown. It's hard." You say with a chuckle.

"Baby, they wanna do a few press photos and then I can slip on to the hotel room. I'll talk to you later. Go check the freezer. I love you." He says.

"Okay, I love you." You say then hang up.

You pull the blanket around your body nice and snug after you get up. You walk to the kitchen and open the freezer. He had gotten your favorite ice cream because he knew that'll help freeze out that small fever you have. You pick it up, closing the freezer. You find a spoon and sit back down in the same spot. You dig into your ice cream, eating a little bit more of it then you intended. You get up from the couch and put the ice cream in the freezer. You toss the spoon in the sink. Within moments you curl up in bed, your phone in your grips. Joseph calls you about five minutes later.

"You're so sweet." You say as you answer the phone.

"How are you feeling babe? Have you taken anything?" He asks.

"Uh, I just took some medicine." You lie, but it's not that big of a deal, you'll take some before going to sleep. "I am feeling a little better. I am finally getting breathing in my nose. I feel so gross being a mouth breather."

"Well, it's either mouth breathe or not breathe at all." He jokes.

"Ha ha." Your voice is thick with sarcasm.

"I miss you." He says, sounding purely exhausted.

"I am sick, I am literally no fun." You say.

"Yeah, but I get to read through scripts with you to determine the fall play. I love doing that. I just enjoy spending time with you, whether we sit and do nothing or we are out on the town." Joseph rebuttals.

"You're literally the best person." You whisper.

"You're literally the best person." Joseph says.

"I love you." You say.

"I love you." Joseph responds.

"I wish you were here. I miss being held." You whine.

"Yeah, I know. I wish I was there." Joseph says with a small sigh.

"I think my medicine is kicking in. I'll see you tomorrow?" You lie. You suddenly feel off.

"Okay doll. I should be home by noon, if my flight info doesn't lie to me." He informs you.

"Okay, Love you." You say.

"Love you?" He more questions than says. "What's up?"

"What? I don't feel good Joey, can I please rest?" You rebuttal with.

"I don't feel like being lied to, y/n." He says in the same tone as you did. "You never ever ever say Love You. What's wrong?"

"I just feel annoying and needy. You can come home whenever tomorrow." You say.

"You are sick. You aren't being annoying or needy." His words are like a blanket of relief.

"I know Joey. I just miss you and feel awful." You say with a couple of tears pricking at your eyes.

"Go get some rest, I love you." He says.

"I love you." You say.

He hangs up the phone. You crawl out of bed to take your medicine. You get back into bed and curl up under the sheets. Clapping your lights off, yeah, you still clap your lights off because it brings you joy. You end up asleep, mostly because of the cocktail of meds you take.

In the middle of the night, you wake up to feeling a big pair of arms going around you. Your eyes glance at the figure, seeing it was Joe before falling back to sleep.

In the morning, you wake up to the bed shifting as Joseph makes himself more comfortable. You lean over to press little sloppy kisses to his chest, which he stays sleeping through. You look over at your bedside table to reach for your phone, but it was a bottle of water and more medicine. He is so caring. You sit up and take the medicine. You move to smuggle yourself into his chest

"Joeeeey." You say quietly, pressing another kiss to his chest, leaving a little mark that time.

"Ow, fuck." He mumbles as his eyes peek open go see you move from his chest.

"Why did you come home last night?" You ask.

"You said you weren't feeling good. I thought I'd switch to a red eye flight home. I missed you also." He says as his arms hold onto you tightly.

"You're the best. I am so unworthy." You whisper.

You two stay there a moment. You got up to go pee. You could hear him up, rummaging through his stuff. You come back in the main room, sitting back on the bed, under the covers. You lean against him.

"You know y/n, I love you. I love that we say I love you instead of Love You or I love you too. It's such a small meaningful thing we do and I love it. I think you're the most special girl in the world. I love when you call me Joey in bed and when you're sick. I love waking up to you kissing me every morning. I just love doing nothing and everything with you…and…" you watch him pull out the iconic blue box from under the cover. He pulls on the white ribbon to open the box then to pull out a familiar blue's leather box. He opens it and shows you the ring. Your eyes are so full of tears. "I want to marry you, y/n. I love you."

"Joey! I love you! Yes, of course!" You answer

He pulls the ring out and slides it on your finger. You glance at it before pulling him into a kiss. You snuggle into him.

"I love you." You say.

"I love you." He says, a hand moving to wipe his own eyes.

"You got this in New York?" You ask.

"Yes, we passed Tiffany's and I knew that was your dream." He says. "So naturally, during a little down time before Jimmy Fallon, I picked it out.".

"I cannot believe that you remember that it's Tiffany's…" You start.

"We have only seen the movie a million times." He says with a grin.

"Why now?" You ask.

"You know I am hopeless romantic, but it just felt right. I didn't wanna leave you again, knowing you aren't mine forever." He answers you.

"You're perfect." You say as you kiss him. He kisses you back.

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hellfiremunsonn · 1 year

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Two Night Stand. Joseph Quinn x Reader

Two Night Stand.

I DO NOT ALLOW MY WRITING TO BE REPUBLISHED ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT MY CONSENT

WEEK ONE PROMT: Snow day/Snow storm Summary: Loosely based off the movie “Two Night Stand” you sleep over at Josephs apartment, and in an attempts to leave he tells you that the two of you are snowed in. Forced to face your emotions, you and Joseph end up finally getting together.

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

AN: Thank u to @creme-bruhlee and @syddsatyrn for letting me talk through my writing with you a million times. I love u guys so much <3

ANPART2: This is part of Sydd and I’s Christmas Celebration “30 days of Christmas” for more info on the weekly prompts click the link HERE and come join us!

Warnings: fem! reader, mention of alcohol consumption, mentions of reader basically being black out drunk the night before, TW vomiting (but no heavy descriptions of it), p in v sex, m and f orgasms, unprotected sex, (not mentioned but lets say the reader is on a form of contraceptive), swearing, after careish. (IF THERE’S ANYTHING I MISSED LET ME KNOW)

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Its 7:30 in the morning when your eyes open to the dimly lit bedroom you fell asleep in. Stretching slightly you stiffened when your hand brushed a shoulder next to you, reminding you of the night before. Pulling your arm back, you quickly sat up, glancing down at the person next to you.

Jospeh... Joseph Quinn. He was close friends with your best friends boyfriend, and you had gotten to know him over the past couple of years, and the two of you became quite close. Not close enough that you ever imagined yourself waking up in his bed, half naked, in one of his shirts with his arm draped around your stomach.

Sure Jospeh was beautiful, and funny, talented, and apparently a fantastic kisser if you remember last night correctly- but you weren't supposed to sleep with him and judging by the small ache in your temples, you couldn't remember if you did or not. The night currently only being half clear before it gets foggy. This wasn't part of your plan, and now you're sat next to him with your heart hammering in your chest. Was this going to change everything? Could you remain friends, or were you bound to become something more?

Years ago when you shook his hand for the first time at your mutual friends engagement party a crush on him blossomed, but because of who he was you had decided to keep your small crush on him to yourself, not wanting him to think you were just another girl pining over him like the rest of the world, so you easily settled for being friends; Plus there was no possible way he could like you back the way you liked him... Right?

Around eight pm the night before you were sprawled out on your couch, scrolling through dating apps, and not finding a single person that seemed interesting enough. A few months prior you had ended your engagement with your terrible fiancee after you found out he was cheating on you, which lead you to tonight, on those shitty dating apps once again while on FaceTime with Joseph. The two of you enjoying each others company without saying much.

"If I see one more person holding up a fish, I might actually throw my phone" You groaned, letting your phone drop to the floor next to you, rolling onto your side to face your laptop screen.

Joseph snickered, his hand running over his chin to scratch lightly at his scruff before returning his attention back to you, head tilting as he looked at you.

"Don't laugh at my struggles Joseph" you said with a pout.

"I'm not, I'd never do such a thing" he teased.

"Yeah, yeah, fuck off" You said flipping him the finger.

"C'mon, dating can't be that hard, you're hot, and have great tits, someone is bound to want to hook up"

"Easier said than done" you huffed. "And coming from you? You could get any girl you wanted with the snap of your fingers"

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah fucking right, they want Eddie Munson not me"

"Oh bullshit, have you taken a look in the mirror? You're hot and talented, regardless of Eddie Munson, and if you'd ever take a look on the internet, women are literally drooling over you"

He shrugged, eyebrows furrowing slightly. Dating was a weird topic for the both of you. The two of you constantly hyped each other up, and told each other how great you were, but you never seemed to find someone who fit together with you like the way Joseph fit with you. You never were really sure how you felt about him, so instead of acknowledging it, you just ignored it, it was just easier to be friends.

"You really think I have great tits?" You said with a cheeky smile, attempting to lighten the mood slightly.

"With the amount of times I've seen you try to get them out when you're drunk at parties? Yeah I'd say they're pretty great" He laughed lightly, bringing his bottle of beer to his lips and taking a slow sip. "Especially in that one dress you wear all the time"

"The black one?" You said with a knowing smile, glancing up at him over the glass of red wine you'd been nursing. It was your favourite dress, you could pair it with almost anything, able to dress it up or down, and it made your body look fucking fantastic.

"That's the one" he said tipping his beer back once more.

The front door of your apartment creaked open and your very bundled up roommate came stumbling through the door.

"Oh Joe, Jane just walked through the door, I'll call you back after I chat to her for a bit" You said leaning forward towards your laptop.

"Hi Jane!" He yelled.

"'Hi!" She yelled back over her thick scarf.

"I'll text you!" You said to him before waving and ending the call. Turning your attention back to Jane to find her standing in front of you with her hands on her hips.

"Hi?" you said confused.

"You should hook up with him" she stated flatly.

You choked on your own spit. Coughing into your hand while the other was held over your heart. "Excuse me?"

"With Joseph!" She said while retreating into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

"Are you insane? He's like one of my closest friends"

"Exactly! I'm sure the two of you can handle a one night stand with each other" She shrugged, taking a sip from her water. "You're both shit at dating, I'm sure there's a lot of pent up tension" she wiggled her eyebrows at you and you groaned in response.

"Oh come on! Aren't you horny?"

"Ah-ha! See, I knew you two little freaks were having these conversations when I'm not around" Dimitri, your roommates boyfriend, who had a spare key, slid into the kitchen with you two, kissing her on the cheek before standing across from you both.

"Hi Dimitri" you said with a smile. "Well, yes, no I'm horny, but I'm also somewhat lazy? So the two counteract, like dueling wizards" Your nose scrunched. "That sounded more normal in my head"

"Well not anymore, call him, set up a date!" Jane encouraged, grabbing a bowl of washed grapes out of the fridge and placing them on the counter.

"With who?" Dimitri asked, popping a grape into his mouth.

"Joseph" she said quickly, crossing her arms in triumph.

"Huh, I can see that" Dimitri said thoughtfully.

"You're just agreeing with her cause you're dating her!" You yelled in protest.

He raised his hands in defence and took a couple more grapes before retreating into the living room.

The both of them laughed and you couldn't help but join in. You bit your lip while thinking it over. You knew she was right, and that you and Jospeh could probably handle a one night stand. Because it was exactly that, a one night stand, but you couldn't justify losing your friendship over something you didn't even know if he would want to do.

"Fine!" You yelled. "But I'm not sleeping with him! I'm only going to hang out with him!" Stomping your way over to your phone, picking it up to text Joseph who just so happened to have already texted you.

Joseph Quinn: Do you want to come over?

You: Like right now?

Joseph Quinn: Yeah

Joseph Quinn: It's too cold to go out and I don't wanna keep drinking alone

You: Sure

You: I'll leave in 20?

Joseph Quinn: Sounds good xx

Joseph Quinn: Text me when ur here

You: *Thumbs up Emoji*

Which leads you back to your current position. Stuck. In Joseph Quinns bed.

You dropped your head into your hands, groaning quietly as it only increased the thumping in your skull. Removing his arm from your waist you pulled back the covers and slid out of his bed as gently as you possibly could, while trying not to disturb him.

You were going to get dressed, steal some Tylenol, and get the hell out of there. The minute you fully stood up, the room spun and you had to lean on the bed for support, stomach lurching. You covered your mouth with one hand, breathing through your nose, begging your body to relax, and not throw up. The spinning stopped but the nausea didn't, saliva pooling in your mouth, so you rushed into Jospehs on-suite bathroom slamming the door a little too loudly before falling to your knees in front of the toilet, your stomach rejecting every ounce of food and drink from the night before. Each heave of your stomach made the throbbing in your head only increase, it felt like someone was taking a hammer to your skull.

After a few minutes, and a couple curtesy flushes later there was a soft knock on the door. "Babe?" Jospehs voice laced with sleep, still low and raspy.

"I'm fine" You rushed, panicking when you heard the door handle move. "Don't come in!"

He laughed, ignoring you and opening the door to hand you a cold water bottle. You took it gratefully, placing it next to you while you rested your head on your folded arms, against the toilet seat.

"Rough night?" He asked, leaning up against the counter, the muscles in his arms bulging from where he leaned on them. He was distracting. Shirtless, with his pyjama pants hung low on his hips, happy trail painfully on display and you were pretty sure he wasn't wearing underwear. You felt your face heat up and you looked away from him, picking at a loose thread on one of your socks, apparently the only article of clothing besides your panties you were able to keep on.

You groaned, resting your forehead directly onto the toilet seat now, too in pain to care about the amount of germs festering on it.

"Shut it" you mumbled.

"I told you to stop, but you wouldn't listen" his voice laced with amusement. "Said you had to be more drunk because I make you nervous"

You swore your heart stopped for a second. "I said that?" You asked, looking up at him.

He nodded. "Yeah, I think it's the most honest you've been about your feelings towards me"

"What are you talking about?" you questioned, your heart beating a little quicker, and you couldn't tell if you felt sick from nerves, or because you were going to throw up again.

"I'm not blind you know" he said with a smirk.

"Did I say anything else?" You asked, ignoring his comment.

"Yeah, a lot actually, but that can wait until later" He said coming to stand next to you, leaning into the shower and turning it on, hand under the stream of water, testing it until it was warm enough.

"C'mon" he said while offering both this hands to you.

You glanced between him and the toilet, trying to figure out if you were okay enough to get into the shower.

"You're not going to be sick again, c'mon, and I'll stay in here to make sure you don't pass out in the shower and crack your head open"

"Well I wasn't worried about that second part until you mentioned it, so thanks for that" You said reaching up to grab onto his hands, standing on shaky legs while the room spun again. Only for a few seconds and it didn't cause any nausea.

"I'm sorry for all of this, I don't need to shower, just let me get dressed and then I'll be out of your hair" you sighed.

"No you can't" Joseph rushed.

"No really, It's fine, I'll be okay" you said shaking your head.

"No, I mean it, you actually can't" he said sheepishly

"Why not?" You said raising an eyebrow.

"Well I was gunna order in breakfast, but the roads are so bad, and the door is kind of frozen shut according to the landlord" He scratched the back of his head. "We're kind of snowed in" he said with a small shrug.

Of course this would happen to you. You'd get stuck in your best friends apartment, hung over, and holding his hands while you stand in front of him barely dressed.

"Shit" you mumbled. "I guess I don't really have a choice, I'm cursed, this is penance"

Joseph laughed. "You think god, made the snow storm to punish you?"

"No, I think my grandmother did it, I just don't know how" You said squinting your eyes up at him slightly.

"Alright, c'mon, shower time" he said while bringing his hands to snake under your shirt, pulling it up until you stopped him. "Joseph!" you squealed slightly embarrassed.

"What?" he said genuinely confused, eyes searching your face.

"You can't just start undress me like that" you mumbled. "You've- We've, You've never seen me, or my-" he cut you off.

"You don't remember taking all your clothes off last night do you?" He said with a cheeky smile.

"No I did not" you said feeling your cheeks warm.

He nodded, biting at his bottom lip to keep his smile at bay. "The knickers stayed on, but yeah, you went full tits out babe" You could tell he was trying his hardest not to laugh, but you couldn't pretend you didn't see the pink colour that rose to his cheeks.

"Oh god!" You groaned, covering your face with your hands. "I can't believe I did that, I'm so sorry"

"Hey, I've seen tits before, nothing new to me" he said trying to play it cool.

"But you've never seen MY tits Joseph" you protested. "I wish I could have seen your reaction" you said honestly, a small laugh bubbling out from your chest.

"Truthfully? I panicked, I didn't know what to do, so I shoved one of my shirts on you, didn't really get a good look" He scratched the back of his head, suddenly unable to look at you directly, going back to leaning against the counter.

"Oh" you said quietly. "You can look, if- If you want, you know, while I shower..." you said bashfully "Not like I can really hide behind the glass anyway" you laughed awkwardly.

"Thank you" he said "For y'know- Uh being comfortable with that"

You smiled, reaching down to tug off the oversized shirt of his you were still wearing, peeling off your socks and then your underwear, holding them in front of your lower half awkwardly. "Could you, um, grab my toothbrush, and the toothpaste" you said pointing to the little basket behind him.

"Oh uh, y-yeah" he stuttered, turning to grab you your items and when we reached out to hand them to you, you dropped the clothes onto the ground and you could hear his breath hitch. Still he kept his eyes up when you took your things from his hands, and even if you felt shy you wanted him to look.

Turning your back to him and stepped into the shower, leaving the sliding glass door open just a little, knowing that when you turned he would tilt his head to look at your ass.

Your shower was quick, but it helped wake you up, and ease the ache in your skin from puking, and the thumping in your head. You washed your hair, and body with Joes stuff he kept in his shower, smiling when the smell of him enveloped you and the steamy air around you. You turned off the shower and peaked your head around the side of the door smiling when you saw Joseph still standing there. "Towels please?"

He leaned over and handed you two freshly clean towels, smelling of laundry detergent and him.

"Safe enough to leave you on your own?" he asked.

"Yeah I think I can manage" You said emerging from the shower wrapped in one towel and the other one on your head.

Joseph left you alone to get dressed. You took your time, blushing when you noticed the pair of clean underwear and a different shirt with a pair of sweatpants of Josephs folded neatly on the counter. You were here enough that you left articles of clothing around, and embarrassingly enough also your underwear. You shook your head before slipping them up your legs, wondering just how many pairs of your panties Joseph might have in his possession.

Taking out the shitty hair dryer from under the sink, and drying your hair until it was no longer dripping wet. Sliding Josephs clothes on your body before heading to the kitchen where you could smell a greasy breakfast being cooked up and your mouth watered, for a good reason this time.

"I should sleep over all the time if you're going to be making me breakfast" You said coming to sit on one of the stools at the island in the kitchen.

"Only because I don't want you chucking up anymore in my clean bathroom" he teased, looking over his shoulder at you while he shifted around what you assumed was bacon.

You cringed. "Yeah sorry about that... I shouldn't have had that much... You just" You trailed off, growing nervous about what you wanted to say. You were tired with lying about your feelings towards him. "You make me nervous" you said honestly with a huff.

He chuckled, turning to face you, while sliding bacon on two plates, along with a hefty amount of hash browns and a couple of pancakes. "Yeah you mentioned that last night"

"Well it's still true" you said leaning your hand on your cheek, picking at a piece of pancake and popping it into your mouth.

He came to sit next to you, and the two of you ate mostly in silence, enjoying the hum from the radio that was playing Christmas music, and watched the big fluffy snowflakes dance past the window.

After a cup of coffee, two Tylenol's, and an anti-nauseant you slowly started to feel normal again. Licking syrup off of your pinkie with a satisfied hum, going to bring your thumb to your mouth, but Joseph grabbed your hand lightly, never breaking eye contact while he look the pad of your thumb into his mouth and licked the remains syrup off of it.

"Y-you can't just do stuff like that" you whispered. Your voice unable to get any louder.

"Why not?" He asked with the tilt of his head, letting go of your hand.

"You just can't" you said with a shrug, fumbling with your fingers in your lap, your thumb still wet from his mouth.

"Why can't you let yourself be honest with how you feel about me"

"You're one to talk"

"I'll tell you every ounce of everything I've ever felt for you, right now, if that's what you want" he said reaching forward to hold one of your hands again. "But I need to know why you keep pushing it away" his head dipped down to look you in the eyes, only allowing him to meet yours for a second.

You pulled your hand away from him, standing up and walking towards the large window in his living room. Crossing your arms over your chest with your hands holding onto your biceps. He followed you, leaning against the doorway while he waited for you to speak, because he knew you would, and after a few moments you did.

"I don't know if I can handle another heartbreak... Especially from you" you turned to him, eyes slightly glassy with unshed tears, and your chest ached with unspoken fears.

"You know I'd never do that to you"

"But if you did" you shook your head, physically shaking the thought out of you. "I don't think I could take it"

He walked towards you slowly, bringing his hands to hold either sides of your face, making you look at him, the tears you fought so hard to keep at bay trailed down your cheeks.

"I promise that if you give me your heart, I'll keep it safe" he kissed you on the nose. "Forever" and you knew he meant it.

A small sob escaped you. "But I don't want to ruin what we have, what will the internet say, what if it ruins everything for you"

"I don't give a shit about that, I fell in love with you, the first time we met, and I had to watch you go through a terrible breakup, and it took everything in me not to beat his arse for treating you like that, and I told myself I'd never let anything like that happen to you again"

You heart was slamming against your ribcage. Every bit of skin he touched felt like it was on fire, the snow storm outside forgotten with the warmth you felt from him. "But Joseph-"

"Will you just shut up and let me kiss you?" He said cutting you off, standing almost chest to chest with you.

You nodded, unable to form words when he was looking at you like that. He held your face so delicately in his hands, thumb smoothing over the apple of your cheek as he leaned down agonizingly slow. Dipping his head so his nose brushed the side of yours ever so slightly, and you could feel his breath on your skin. When he finally pressed his lips to yours you felt yourself melt into him. A relieved sigh coming through your nose as you wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your tippy toes.

His hands slid from your cheeks to your neck, thumbs just under your jaw as he pushed to tilt your head back, his tongue swiping across your lips, asking for entrance, which you allowed. Deepening the kiss you mewled softly, his tongue against yours making your stomach flip. Breaking the kiss only for a moment to speak he asked. "Is this- Are, do you want this?" He said hesitantly, all while planting slow, soft, and strategically placed kisses down your jaw and to your neck, stopping at your collarbone when you didn't reply. "Sweetheart?"

You hummed, tilting your head back to look at him. Your mind already foggy as you let him engulf your senses.

He brought one hand up to your chin, thumb grazing over your bottom lip, pulling it down before letting it flip back up with a tiny 'pop' sound "Tell me"

"Yeah" you whispered breathlessly. "Please"

"Please what?" he teased softly.

"Fuck me" you blushed.

He smirked. "I'm not going to fuck you just yet" he said sliding his hands under the bottom of your shirt, fingers pressing harshly into the doughy skin of your hips. "First I'm going to make love to you, and then" He paused, biting at the skin on your shoulder. "I'm going to fucking ruin you"

"Who says you can't do both at the same time" you quipped.

He looked at you like he was going to devour you, his pupils blown out and you could see the vein in his neck jump with each rapid heartbeat. He trailed his teeth against your jaw, and before you could stop it, you whimpered.

You whimpered at his words, his touch, everything about him had you falling apart in his hands and it only fired him up more. Walking you backwards until the back of your legs hit his bed, still not breaking the kiss as he lead you to lay down on your back, hovering over you. "You're so fucking pretty" He said returning his attention to your neck, kissing and nipping along the skin.

Your hands fumbled against his skin, reaching the waist band of his pyjamas pants but he shoved your hand away.

"What did I do?"

"Nothing" he breathed into your skin, "Jus' wanna love on you first"

You whined and arched your back into him so his chest touched yours. "Impatient little thing huh?" he cooed, sliding his hands down your body, his hands resting just below your breasts, thumbs pressing into the skin there. "How long as it been?"

"What?" You breathed, watching as his hands grabbed at the bottom of your shirt, pulling it up until you leaned forward enough for him to take it off completely. He leaned down, taking one of your breasts into his hands, squishing it slightly while his tongue trailed lazily over your nipple, pebbling under his warm breath. You moaned while he moved to your other breast, giving it an equal amount of attention.

"How long has it been?" he asked again, blowing air on your wet skin, cooling it slightly.

"Since what?" You breathed. Looking down at him, raking your fingers through his hair.

"Since you've been touched like this" His voice was low, almost primal when you finally met his eyes as he slid further down your body until his lips found your hips. Kissing and biting along the waistband of the sweatpants you wore, fingers dipping into the band tugging them down slowly.

"I- uh- Don't remember" you said shaking your head, unable to form a proper sentence. "I haven't, even-"

You heard him groan when your pants slid past your ass, eyeing the damp patch on your panties that was very visible. Throwing the pants aside he came back up to hover over you, one of his hands sliding across your stomach until dipping between your legs. Tears almost instantly pooling in your eyes at the sensation.

"Fucking christ baby" he said while pressing his fingers harder into the wet fabric. "You don't touch yourself?"

"It's been a while" You mewled, pushing your hips down into his hand. He moved his hands up to pull at the band of your panties, pulling them off you in one quick motion, before returning to his position between your legs, leaning his cheek against one of your wobbly knees while slipping his fingers back down, between your slick folds.

"Pussy this pretty and you don't touch it?" he said teasing your clit with the pad of his thumb. "You're fuckin' soaked"

"Oh my god" you whined. "Please Joseph"

"What hmm? What do you need" he asked with a mocking tone, slipping one of his thick fingers into you, making your eyes roll back. He curled his finger up into you repeatedly, hitting that spongey wall just on the other side of your clit.

"This, this, fuck Joseph, I needed this, I needed you" you huffed. "I've always needed you"

He groaned into the skin of your knee, still continuing his movements as he began kissing down your leg, reaching your thigh. Kissing across your waist until you were begging under him, the word 'please' falling off of your lips over and over again.

"Please what?" He teased, blowing air onto your wet cunt. Face inches away from where you wanted him.

Your hands pushing back his hair while you made eye contact. "I need your mouth on me, please Jospeh I- uh!" You squealed when his tongue swiped up your folds, plump lips circling your clit, sucking on it ever so slightly.

"I love it when you say my name like that" He spoke against your cunt. "Fucked out and I haven't even given you my cock yet" he growled.

"If you keep fucking me with your fingers like that, I wont get to cum on your cock" you said quickly.

"Oh baby, you think you're only cumming once?" he said leaning back to look at you, his face wet with your arousal, his fingers moving quicker, his other hand rubbing circles on your clit, watching as your hips began rolling instinctively, your body attempting to reach your orgasm.

"Oh, oh, oh, keep doing that, just like that" Your orgasm shooting through you, that sharp tingle from the pit of your stomach, hitting each and every one of your limbs. The tips of your fingers and toes, it made the goosebumps rise across your skin until your moans became silent until you were gasping for air riding it out until you were sobbing.

Joseph removed his hands from you, coming back up to hover over you, smoothing your hair out of your face, his hands still wet with you. "Shh, you're okay sweet thing" he said soothingly, one hand rubbing roughly across your chest, up and down between the valley of your breasts, helping calm your breathing. "You okay? You back with me?" he said quietly.

Your head rolled to the side to look at him, a lazy smile spreading across your face. "More than okay" you said leaning forward to sit up. Grabbing onto his shoulders and pulling yourself into his lap, straddling him. His hands coming to squish at the skin on your waist while you tugged at his pants once more.

"Get these off, and get inside me" you said a little more aggressively than you meant, causing you to laugh at your own voice. "I've thought about this for way too long for me to wait one more second" you said reaching your hand into his pants to palm at his dick, hot and heavy in your hands.

"Do you want me to blow you?" you asked with eyes looking far too innocent for words like that to be coming out of your mouth. Beginning to jerk him slowly, swiping your thumb across his tip, spreading the pre cum around.

"Fucking Christ angel" he said with a laugh, like he was almost in disbelief about what was currently happening. "I wont last that long in your mouth, and I really wanna cum in that pretty pussy of yours" the grip he had on your hips tightened, his brows furrowing as he looked down between your two bodies, your hand working his now slick dick, and your cunt which was definitely leaving a darker wet patch on his pants. He moved his hands to shove his pants down the rest of the way, kicking them off the last few inches before returning his hands to your hips.

Holding onto his shoulders you kneeled above him, letting him line up his cock to your entrance, swiping it back and forth a few times, collecting your slick before pushing up into you slightly.

A high pitch mewl left your lips as your face scrunched, dropping your forehead to his while he pushed in the rest of the way.

"Oh fuck" you breathed. He stretched you out so well, easing your hips down until he filled you to the tilt. "You, you, oh my god" you hiccuped. "I feel like I can't breathe" you said tilting your head back, blissed the fuck out.

"You're taking me so well" he groaned, moving his hips up slightly. "Tight fucking pussy, made for this cock"

"I feel so f-full" you said pushing up on your knees, bouncing up and down as best as you could with how good you were feeling. The hot ache in the pit of your stomach already starting to spread. "You're fucking me so good Joey oh my god"

"Course you do, desperate little thing" He said fucking up into you harder, making tiny squeaks come out of your mouth, unable to make any other noise. "You gunna cum again pretty girl?" he said reaching down between you both to rub at your clit.

You could only nod, tears rolling down your cheeks again. "C'mere baby" he said pulling you down to his chest so you could hold onto him while you rode him while his hips continued to snap against yours, hand squished against your two bodies, rubbing messily at your clit as best as he could.

"Joey, Joey, I'm-" you mumbled into the crook of his neck, sucking and biting at the skin there, sure to leave a mark that the internet would go crazy for, but Joseph didn't care, he wasn't going to stop you, if he was making you feel this good.

"Come on baby, cum on this fucking cock" he said through gritted teeth holding off his own orgasm as he felt you start to shake on top of him.

"Fuck, fuck you, and your per-FUCK!" you yelled feeling your orgasm peak, flooding through you as you trembled and sobbed once more. You pulled back from him and started lifting your hips with him, pushing him to his orgasm like he did with yours. "Cum in me baby, please, fill me up, own me, mark my pussy"

"Filthy fucking mouth" he said shaking his head, tongue coming out over his top lip in concentration as he reached his orgasm. Cumming with a few shaky thrusts, groaning into the skin just under your collar bone, where his face rested against you.

The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes, heavily breathing against each other. You ran your hands through his hair.

"Why did we wait so long to do this?" you said quietly, laughing a little.

Joseph laughed with you, leaning back to look at you. "You're so fucking pretty, you know that?"

"You should look in a mirror" you said leaning down to kiss him softly on the lips. "I love you too, you know, if that wasn't already obvious"

"Well thank god, because with a mouth like that I'm never letting you go" he said wrapping his arms around you tightly, pulling you flush against his chest.

You giggled into him, shifting your hips slightly, causing him to hiss. "Shit sorry" you said blushing. "I just, can feel your cum dripping out of me"

Josephs face turned red while he slowly pulled himself out of you, rolling the two of you onto your sides, hand instantly on your waist. "How are you feeling? Do you need anything?" he asked while propping his head up on his hand, leaning on his elbow.

"I feel great Joseph" You giggled. "A bit achy if I'm honest, think you might have bruised my insides"

Josephs hand moved to your stomach while you laughed, pressing into the doughy skin there. "M'sorry, I wanted to be sweet about it, but that mouth of yours" he said with a whistle. "You'd get me to do just about anything"

"Good" you said leaning forward to press another soft kiss to his lips. "Cause if I remember correctly, you said you were going to ruin me?" you teased, trailing a finger down his bicep. "And I don't know about you, but I don't think I look particularly ruined"

He huffed a breath, letting his head fall back onto the bed. "You might actually be the death of me love"

Scooting closer to him, you rested your head against his chest, wrapping one arm around his torso, tilting your head to give him a quick kiss before cuddling back into him. "Maybe we can nap a little first" you said disregarding your previous statement. The warmth from Joseph calming you quickly, and the fatigue of two orgasms and good sex crawling up your body inch by inch.

"I think that's a great idea" Joseph said with a hum. "Come up 'ere, lets get into bed" he said leaning forward. You groaned in protest, pouting when he separated himself from you, but only for him to grab you and pull you up the bed easily like you weighed nothing. He wrapped his blankets around you, fluffed the pillows before you laid down onto them and kissed your bare shoulder before tugging your back into his chest, his breath warm on the back of your neck.

"I love you" he said, and although you couldn't see his face, you could hear his smile.

"I love you back" you laughed.

"Question" he said after a few moments.

"mmhmm?" you said sleepily.

"Were you going to say I had a perfect cock? when you were cumming?" the teasing tone in his voice was thick, and you resisted the urge to turn over and pinch him.

"Oh my god, shut up" you said embarrassed, shoving your face into your pillow, to which he only pulled you closer to him.

"I guess I'll just have to get you to admit it again later, but I don't think you'll be able to even form a sentence by the time I'm done with you" He nipped at your shoulder, nuzzling his face back into your neck before getting comfy behind you.

"Good" You quipped.

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delving-verilly · 2 years

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Chapter 4

Summary: Tom and Anne spend the day together, trying to combat anxieties over what may come and focus on what is now. Warnings: Smoking, fluff, romance, flirting, sex

Tom woke first, rubbing his palm against the side of his face. Letting out a deep grumble. He felt Anne’s warm outline next to him. Curled up like a ball, facing the window, deep breaths and still out for the count. He had no regrets. In his hardness which had calcified around him over time he felt safe here right now, and the hardness cracked. He turned to his side, watching her breathe.

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lovejosephquinn · 9 months

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Plot: You become a little irritated arriving to your appointment to find out that your long term therapist has had to go on emergency maternity leave and somebody else has had to step in. When that certain somebody calls your name from the waiting room, your whole demeanour and mood changes drastically. It certainly was the pleasant surprise you were not expecting. Will professionalism hinder the inevitable, or will your feelings get the better of you?

a shout out and massive thank you @joejoequinnquinn for pitching this idea and helping me bring it to life 😘

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Part One ✨ Part Two ✨ Part Three ✨ Part Four

This was a hefty part of your life, attending to the therapy appointments every fortnight to keep your mental health spiralling out of control. Yourself and your therapist Kate had maintained quite a healthy, professional friendship throughout the three years you had been seeing her, your paperwork now stacked full of the hours of conversations you had undertaken together.

At first, you had been quite susceptible to the idea of therapy, but your walls were broken fast by the female that helped bring out your demons, closing doors from dark paths and opening new ones which began to seem that there was a light at the end of the tunnel. You had made wonderful progress, but you had gotten quite used to the fact that she was around so it was never a question for you to be discharged from her, because you had found faith and trust in somebody that you hadn't felt for a long time.

Some sessions were not so deep, you would spend your time laughing with one another, making sarcastic digs towards your past and in turn, Kate would respond with a cleverly competent yet congenial reply. Your therapist was not just your therapist in a way, she had been your confidant, conscience and shadow in all things you.

Your appointment had ran over a week late on this particular month, to which you rushed out of the house very much behind schedule yourself, your hair still wet, comfortable clothing which was left to the naked eye assuming you had not had time to prepare yourself the night before or this very morning. You rammed a piece of fruit down your throat followed by downing half a bottle of water you found sat in the cup holder of your car that you hadn't bothered to dispose of. A sigh of relief to you more than anything because from all the rushing around, you were feeling overly dehydrated.

Arriving no more than 10 minutes late, you pushed open the automatic door before it could even attempt to automatically do it itself, you rushed over to the reception to sign yourself in for your appointment, eager to see her and discuss what had been going on over the last few weeks. The receptionist, Agnes was a quiet elderly lady who you had shared a few awkward conversations and cumbersome greetings with through the prosthetic glass.

"Morning Y/N." She didn't even have to look up before her eyes peaked up over her reading glasses, a half assed grin on her face, as enthusiastic as ever.

"Morning Agnes, I hope Kate will forgive me for running behind this morning, you know what it's like." You smiled sweetly, leaning your elbows against the countertop.

"Indeed." She removed her spectacles, letting them dangle from the tarnished chain which fell at her chest. "Did you not get the message?" Agnes cocked her head slightly to the side, an instant drop of your lips turned into a thin line as you furrowed your brow at her.

"What message?" You questioned quietly.

"Unfortunately, Kate's had to be put on an early maternity leave due to complications, so we have got a new therapist from another office to step in until she's back."

Your mouth dropped open, a mild stutter following your exhale. "I-I- who- when- what?"

"As I said, Kate has had to be-" Agnes threw her head back in surprise when you interrupted her repetitive response.

"I heard what you said. So does she know who I am, does she- will she be able to understand me as Kate does?" You were a jabbering mess of questions with no likely answers from the all knowing all telling Agnes, her disgustingly high pitched chuckle straight from the pit of her throat spoke a thousand truths.

"I assure you that you will be just fine Y/N. And he has all of your paperwork. Take a seat, he'll be calling you through shortly." Of course she had no more to say on the matter and had no more time to waste on you, the glasses had returned back to the edge of her nose and her gaze was positioned back to the old, broken down looking computer. You took a dramatic huff of breath through your nose, dragging your bag along the floor as you slumped yourself down into the first seat you came to in the waiting room.

The sluggishness of whispered conversations of parties here to see their original therapist was getting your back up, staring around at everyone a little in awe that they would be going about their day as normal, but oh no. Not you. Not for the next year. Part of you felt like getting up and walking out, missing your appointment and just finding an excuse as to why you had to leave later on. A kind of you'll cross that bridge when you come to it scenario.

You folded your arms, your foot tapping anxiously against the floor, the door to your usual office you would normally skip into creaked open, you analysed from the feet up, brown leather shoes, one dipping to one side, smart trousers, a slim build quite tall, crisp white shirt, two buttons open with the gleam of a silver chain hanging in the midst of his bare skin, your eyes grew bigger when you fell upon his features. Big brown eyes staring across the room, looking around aimlessly, you noticed his mouth moving but no sound was coming from it, you could hear the sound of your heart thumping in your ear drums which had seemed to completely deafen you. You were mesmerised by your new therapist, extremely your type, hands were shoved in his pockets so you couldn't quite tell if he was married or not.

"Miss Y/L/N?" You finally heard him. A deep gravelly, London accent which sounded very pleasing to the ear, maybe you should become his therapist; you would certainly be happy to get paid by the hour to listen to him all day.

You shot up from your seat, his head tossing back in a nod as a mental success to himself for someone finally owning up to the name call. You shakily threw your bag over your shoulder, eyes averting to the ground whilst his bore onto you, quite intimidating yet miraculously exciting to say the least.

"Take a seat, my name's Joseph, but you can call me Joe. I'll be filling in for Kate whilst she's away, I hope you don't mind."

You shook your head sheepishly, too embarrassed to make eye contact with the gorgeous human sitting by you in the big, brown leather chair where you would usually be witnessing Kate's form, it very much matched his aesthetic from your first impression. You kept your eyes down to the ground, gulping your saliva that filled up your mouth quickly, shy and feeling safer in your own little bubble in your head right now, you nodded slight.

"You can talk to me you know." Joe shot a small laugh at you, your face coming up to meet his from a far, your breathing becoming uneven from the sweet melody that was his forced laughter. "I don't bite." He pressed his lips together, examining your closed off body language. You posed a smile toward him. Joe got up and picked your paperwork up that Kate had gotten ready for him, as he sat back down, crossing a leg over his thigh, he flicked through the pages at the endless pages of notes that had been filled in.

"Well from this, it looks like you were extremely audible. Where's that woman at today?" You blushed a little, his words were so patronising yet slightly alluring, quite clearly you were looking to much into this, especially when you swore you saw his big doe eyes travelling to get a better view of your figure. Joe caught you in the same glance, but of course you were one hundred percent checking him out. Just has you got back to that damn chain which rested perfectly in a considerably beautiful amount of chest hair, you were almost thrown into a jump scare of his eyes burrowing from just under your chin. "If she's there, I'd like to at least say hello before our two hours are up."

"Hello." You managed, taking a sharp breath in and sitting up to make your posture seem more relaxed.

"There she is." Joe shot a wink at you before putting his head down back into your notes to view your last session. You looked back down to the ground, rolling your eyes to yourself at your own stupidity, now you had gotten the uncomforting pleasantries out of the way the least you could do was not make your own therapist feel uneasy on your first meet.

"I'm sorry." You blinked back up to meet his stare, it was like the sparkle in his eyes were a laser beam that was planting themselves straight through to look into your soul. Patronising. "I'm not very good with new people that's why I-"

"Never apologise love, it happens to the best of us. I have no choice but to try because I'm the one in the therapist chair." You both chuckled in unison at his pathetic attempt at lightening the mood.

Although you had only been sat in the chair for the last ten minutes, it felt like you had been placed in a paralysed position for a lifetime. Joe had his arm leaned against the table toward the side of him, his finger tips tapping loudly against the wood, his eyes remained in line with yours, he kept talking and you had to keep asking him to repeat himself, not that you hadn't heard him the first time, but you just couldn't control the raging nervousness ploughing through your stomach at the bare sight and evidently sexy tone of his voice.

"Just when I thought I had you down here on planet earth." Joe smirked, placing your paperwork to where his arm previously occupied. Standing up from his seat, taking a sigh he moved across the room to his worn leather satchel, bending over in the most inhumane of ways so that you could, without his knowledge of course, get a better look at the back of him. He pulled out his glasses before standing back to normal height and returning to his former place, putting the end of the arm of his spectacles to his lips, making little chomping noises as the plastic smacked against the plumpness of them. "I'm going to start off easy."

You nodded, quitting your mini fantasies that played in your head when you saw the outline of his boxers after he had bent over right in your view. "Sure." You squeaked.

"How are you?" A subtle question. You're in therapy, how does he really think this obvious debrief is going to pan out.

"I'm doing okay." You managed, pressing the palm of your hands into your sweatpants, rubbing the moisture away in attempt to feel calmer. The more you spoke, the closer Joe's body leaned forward toward you. "How are you?" You regretted your choice of response, asking your therapist how they are? What a fucking idiot.

Joe shot a deep and slightly confused chuckle at you, your cheeks flushing a much fiery red than they already were.

"Oh darling, I'm doing just fine." You made an awkward attempt to laugh it off, making yourself insanely shy towards this stranger was one thing, but to make yourself look physically stupid in front of a disgustingly beautiful stranger who you now had to remain professional with was the worst part about the situation.

"Well..." You sighed, rolling your eyes toward the floor. "You never know." You both burst into a fit of giggles, you had to hold your stomach and appreciate that he saw the light of the situation, that he wanted to make you feel good in doing his job as well as making you feel at ease, to feel like a human being should. But there was still something eating away at you, his patronising manner in the way he looked at you, the brown eyes that pierced your soul over and over again. You made light conversation for the next hour, not even returning to the reasons you were here to talk about today, not the way you would sit and run through your problems with Kate on the usual appointments you had attended.

You had made a joke about your life being one big circus act, one big soap opera that tended to make you stress out a lot. Of course, on this initial meeting you wouldn't delve into any detail, although he would have already known the majority of it anyway from having all of the notes from previous sessions. Joe had made the chaise decision to agree with you and reassure you about his life, sweetly making remarks that you don't know what happens behind closed doors, that surprises are always around the corner and that life can be beautiful should you choose to make the correct decisions and let the right people in. Then came the moment that his hand reached over to place onto your knee, a bold move indeed.

Your leg jumped at least a quarter of a foot into the air, but his hand remained right where he had placed it. You stared down to take a look, the whole palm of his hand covered your knee, the tips of his fingers softly clutching around the material of your clothing.

"Oh I- umm." You panicked. Physical touch was not something you were expecting, it was a comforting mechanism to him clearly, but you had read the sign wrong.

"I'm sorry." He rushed his hand away from your knee, folding his arms securely and leaning back into his chair.

"No it's- it's fine." You stood up, grabbing a hold of your bag as quick as you could. "I should be going."

"But your times not-"

"I've taken up enough of your time today Joseph." You rushed past him to the door and stopped yourself when you placed your hand over the handle. Biting down onto your lip heavily at your regret of moving away so quickly, Joe called out your name so quietly, almost in a whisper, nearly not even able to make the syllables plausible for you to hear. But you did, you turned slight to face him, his features looking apologetic in your peripheral vision.

"Please. I said call me Joe." You huffed a breath in a scarce laugh, trying to take back your shit attempt at an escape from the deep pit of emotion that was overwhelming you. The emotion being Joe.

"Okay. Joe." You shot your pupils down to stare at the carpet, watching your feet feeling like you were glued stiff in the position you were in.

"I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." Joe stood from his seat and slowly stepped toward you, you twizzled around to push your back against the door, hand still firmly planted against the handle.

"You didn't. I just-"

Joe came face to face with you once more, his body inches away from yours, you could feel his breath hunching toward your forehead, his mouth ajar as he tried to find the right words to not make the obvious problem even more problematic.

"You're not going to use that against me are you?" Joe was clearly worried he had overstepped the mark, the truth was, he really hadn't, you welcomed the touch. Especially from such an attractive individual, but he was just trying to be his obvious loving self and you panicked and showed it all too quickly. You changed your demeanour as solemnly as you could, mentally preparing yourself to bite back.

"Everyday." You smiled, making his lips turn upward in return.

"I hoped so." You both felt more at ease when you offered him the sarcastic reply. Joe pushed his hand through his tamed and well waxed hair, the curls bouncing back from his touch.

"For your information..." You stopped in a quiet pause, wondering briefly whether to suggest what you wanted to say was the correct thing to actually speak out loud. Joe tilted his head, his eyes turned into slits as he attempted to read your mind. "I think you're going to be a wonderful therapist, I think I'm going to enjoy seeing you."

It was strange to believe that a professional in his line of work was being so flirtatious with you, but maybe that was just in his nature and how he did his job, but the way he looked at you was beyond something you had ever experienced, not just with therapists (although the only one that you had ever had was a heterosexual female) but the male species in general. You could suggest that he was doing it to get more out of you, you could also argue that it was all in your head.

"Okay, well I think you're going to be a spectacularly intriguing woman to-" Joe's eyes shot wide, tracing his words back in his head he looked up into the air with remorse for himself. "I meant patient to work with."

You eyeballed him, allowing your eyes to sparkle sweetly, screaming inside that his first sentence was the more meaningful one. These appointments would bring out more than meets the eye it seemed, in fact when you left the room that morning, you sauntered over straight to Agnes to book your next session a week early, dead set in seeing Joe sooner rather than later, but not in a way that would keep you away for too long.

"More problems than normal Y/N?" She chuntered.

"Lots to talk about with my new therapist." You smiled weakly, pretending to put the false helpless look.

She leaned forward to the prosthetic screen so that you could really see the bits of lipstick that hadn't been rubbed in properly, you had to stop yourself from making a grimaced look back at her.

"I know a hunk when I see one and apparently you do to lovey." She winked, passing your appointment card through the gap.

When you got home that day, you took your normal daily routine under your wing, moping around doing your chores. The day flew and night fell, you had just finished washing the dishes from your evening meal whilst humming along to music, except when the blare of it was paused suddenly by the text tone of your phone which connected to your speaker, you moved over in a flash to check who would be messaging you at this time, it was certainly unusual for you.

An unknown number, you furrowed your brow as you unlocked your phone, your hand rapidly slapping over your mouth when you realised who it was; your heart was inevitably heaving through your chest.

'I hope I haven't crossed the line by messaging you outside of office hours, just wondering when you had planned your next session.'

Joe.

You replied with such keyboard warrior status, it even profoundly impressed you how provocative you were becoming.

You - 'Soon. Why do you miss talking to me already?'

Joe - 'Talking to myself you mean. I'm hoping miss communicative may make an appearance sometime soon.'

You - 'If you promise to admit you're eager to therapize me again.'

Joe - 'You talk, I'll admit it. Deal?'

You fell onto the sofa, kicking your legs up into the air like a teenager with a silly little crush.

You - 'You're my therapist, you have to get it out of me. That's your job isn't it?'

Joe - 'You're my patient, you have to talk to me. That's your reason for coming... isn't it?'

Touché Joseph. You took an excitable sigh, closing your eyes to take a moment, placing your phone to your chest not realising that when you opened them you would find the sun blaring through the window directly, your phone face down on the floor beside you. Scrambling to collect it, another unread text from Mr Therapist himself.

Joe - 'Silence is golden. See you "soon" mystery woman.'

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draguta · 2 years

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.willow.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: the hellfire club went camping in the woods one spring evening. the air was cold, and the fire was blazing, and you find yourself wrapped up in the blankets in your tent, your dungeon master beside you.

word count: 4116 words

inspiration: willow by taylor swift

warnings: smut, 18+, minors dni, fingering, sex (piv)

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“Give me that.”

Eddie reached over, taking the lighter from Mike’s hand and immediately lit the kindling, allowing the small campfire to blaze into glorious flames that cast golden light around the campsite. It was cold, and the warmth that the fire brought with it was welcoming, offering you a small amount of comfort as you bundled the blanket further around your shoulders.

You hated camping, that was definitely a true statement. The mosquitoes, the dirt, the lack of shower and proper toilet, and of course, the cold. Essentially, there was no part of camping that you actually enjoyed, but Eddie had insisted that you come along with the rest of the club, using the fact that he was determined to graduate that year as incentive. “We’ll never get to do this again, not as the club,” he had told you one lunch break at school, and with the eager looks that you could see being thrown at you over his shoulder from the other club members, you found that you simply couldn’t say no.

The evening continued at a slower pace than you would’ve liked. You just wanted to go home, to wrap yourself up in your duvet, make a cup of tea to bring some kind of warmth back to your frozen fingers, and throw on The Shining, as you always did on a Friday night. Dustin, Mike, and Lucas were sat to your right discussing Eddie’s latest campaign. Gareth and Jeff were sitting to your left talking about Corroded Coffin’s latest gig at The Hideout, getting more than excited about the fact that a total of eight people had shown up, not a number to be that proud of in your opinion. And then there was Eddie, the valiant leader of your party, your dungeon master, sitting across from you. He had brought along his old acoustic guitar, a battered and scratched up Tanglewood that he had once informed you had been handed down to him by his Uncle Wayne. You could see the older stickers, bands like The Beatles and The Animals, plastered underneath the newer editions of Metallica and Judas Priest layered along the body of the guitar.

You tried to drown out the sounds of conversation from the others and focused instead on the melody that he was strumming, his fingers working over the worn steel strings as if they knew exactly where they needed to be without him even having to think. You allowed your eyes to trace up from the guitar up to him, his face shrouded in a flickering and ever moving glow from the fire. His dark locks framed his face perfectly, his eyes closed in concentration as he leant against a log by the fire, his legs stretched outwards. You had never seen him like this before, so at peace and content. Usually with Eddie it was all theatrics and drama, but this was a different side to him. He seemed so tranquil here amongst the trees and under the starlight, his guitar in hand, as if he suddenly felt more comfortable than he ever had before.

His eyes flickered open and met yours, causing you to turn away, the heat rising in your cheeks as he caught you watching him. You didn’t know what it was, but seeing him like this was bringing inappropriate thoughts to your mind; his fingers caressing your body, that hair falling down to enclose both of you as he hovered above you, the weight of his body on yours and he had his way with you. It was strange, to think of him in that way suddenly; you would be lying if you said that the thought of Eddie being with you hadn’t crossed your mind before, but it had never been so vivid, so clear and concise. He had never been so gentle when you imagined it before, and it had never caused butterflies to appear in your stomach before.

You risked a glance back at him, finding him staring at you, a smug grin splayed out on his face. For a moment you wondered if he could read your mind, could see the unspeakable thoughts that you were having as if they were appearing in a bubble above your head. He had a way of being able to make you feel like that, as if he knew everything, even if it was all an act on his part.

“So, what’s the sleeping situation?” Dustin’s voice pulled you away from your thoughts and you reluctantly dragged your eyes away from Eddie’s intense stare. “We’ve only got three tents, and two of them are pretty small.”

You looked over at the tents, already standing strong against the spring breeze, and you were crestfallen to realize that Dustin was right. You hadn’t noticed it before as the three older boys set them up, but while there was one larger tent that you were sure would comfortably fit three, the other two tents looked small and cozy, not enough room for you to have a tent of your own.

“We call dibs on the big tent!” Lucas called, him and Mike already running to throw their bags and blankets inside. Dustin simply shrugged and followed in hot pursuit.

Gareth smirked slightly, turning to look at you. “I guess that leaves one of us sharing with you.” He wiggled his eyebrows, causing you to giggle slightly - if you were going to have to share with one of the Hellfire boys, at least they were all your friends. They might joke around, but you knew they would do anything to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable around them.

Suddenly, an old pillow hit Gareth square in the head, causing him to fall slightly to the side, his face scrunched up in annoyance. “What the fuck?”

You glanced up, finding Eddie now standing to his full height, his eyes trained on you as he ran a ringed hand through his hair. “She shares with me.”

Despite the statement, there was no questioning from any of the club members remaining around the fire, not even from you. You didn’t mind really, you’d much rather share with Eddie than Gareth or Jeff; at least Eddie showered regularly. But there was a strange feeling that erupted in the pit of your stomach at just how demanding he had been about it. Was he just as eager to share as you were?

As the night continued Gareth and Jeff wandered off to their own tent, leaving only you and Eddie by the fire. You watched him for a moment once more, your eyes tracing his hands as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, the lighter bringing a closer orange glaze to his handsome features than even the campfire was. You couldn’t help but stare; this was not Eddie in his usual state, this Eddie was different, and you found it fascinating. Take away the school hallways, the self-important jocks, the teachers breathing down his neck, and he was a completely new person, so calm and collected, so compelling.

“It’s a nice night, hm?” He asked quietly, and you blinked your vision away from his hands, coming up to meet his eyes. Damn, those eyes. Dark pools that seemed only to pull you into him even more, drawing you in and eliciting a small nervous laugh from your lips.

“Y-Yeah, lovely night.”

Before you knew it, he was moving to position himself beside you by the fire, the cigarette smoke mingling with the wood-scented cloud coming from the campfire, hitting you. You breathed it in, relishing in the smell.

“The stars are out,” he pointed out, glancing up to the sky. You followed his eyeline, seeing the stars above you glimmering in the night sky, millions of them, all proud and prominent against the midnight blue of the night. But you couldn’t focus on the stars, not when his body was so close to yours, when you could feel the soft material of his flannel shirt rubbing against the woolen blanket that you still had slung over your shoulders. You glanced at him for a second, taking in his attire. He was dressed as he normally was, save for his usual leather jacket and denim vest, with only an oversized red-flannel shirt layered over an old Ozzy top that looked as if it were held together by only the threads. Hardly camping appropriate clothing.

“Are you not cold?” His eyes flickered to you as you spoke up, and he shrugged slightly, his lips curling at the corners, not in the smirk that you were so used to seeing from him, but in a genuine smile.

“Maybe I wouldn’t be if you would share that blanket,” he laughed, and you couldn’t help but giggle. You slid one of the corners of the blanket from your shoulder and passed it to him, allowing him to shuffle closer to you so he could wrap it around himself. Your heart beat ten times the usual pace as he positioned himself beside you, so close now that your arms and legs were touching, and there was no possible way to find a gap between you.

The pair of you sat like that for a while, with Eddie pointing up to show you constellations or planets that he could spot every once in a while. It was peaceful and quiet, save for Jeff’s snoring audible even from outside his tent. At one point, he almost shouted that he could see Mars, his hand instinctively grasping at your thigh to catch your attention before he lost it again. You were certain in that moment that you had died and gone to heaven.

His hand remained on your leg as he pulled out another cigarette, lighting it and handing it to you. You didn’t thank him, sure that your voice would give away exactly what was happening inside your body, what was happening between your legs, and instead just nodded as you took the smoke between your fingers and took a drag. The nicotine offered only a small amount of relief, and you handed it back with a small smile. He took it back, and as he did so his thumb stroked a small circle on your thigh, causing your legs to almost buckle at the knees, threatening to push you from the log.

You stood with a start, brushing the blanket off your shoulder.

“I’m going to bed,” you said firmly. Eddie blinked at you in confusion, his eyebrows knitted in concern.

“Hey, I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomforta-” he began, but you cut him off, shaking your head.

“No, you’re fine. I’m just-I’m going to bed.”

With that you turned and rushed to the tent, zipping up the door, and turning away from where you knew he sat outside watching you. You took a deep inhale, trying to catch your breath. Shaking your head, you grabbed your sweater from your bag and pulled it over your head, before snuggling down under your blanket. You lay there on the ground, taking in the weight of what had just happened. It had been such a small movement, a small stroke of his thumb against your thigh, yet it had felt like so much more. But why did it feel like that? Surely he hadn’t done it on purpose - hadn’t wanted to make you feel as if your insides were on fire, as if you couldn’t catch your breath. So why had it affected you so much?

Your breath hitched in your throat as you saw his silhouette rise from the log outside. The glow of his cigarette fell to the ground as he discarded it near the fire, stamping it out with his boot, before he slowly began to make his way to the tent. You snapped your eyes closed as soon as you heard the telltale sound of the tent unzipping, praying that he would assume you were already asleep.

You could hear his muffled breathing, and the sounds of him moving around, likely as he removed his boots, before you felt the weight of his body lay down beside you. You refused to open your eyes, scared to look at him; you didn’t know why you were scared, really. It was all just so new, and that terrified you.

“Are you awake?” His whisper echoed through the silence of the tent. You didn’t reply, keeping your eyes screwed tightly shut. You wanted to reply, that frustrating butterfly feeling in your stomach pushing you to reply, but you stopped yourself, not knowing what he was going to say. “Oh.”

“I’m awake,” you whispered finally upon hearing the disappointment in his voice, and you felt his head turn in your direction. Taking in a deep breath you allowed your eyes to flutter open and found yourself face to face with him in the darkness, your eyes connecting immediately to his. Damn, those eyes.

“A-Are you ok? Did I upset you?” He asked. There seemed to be genuine concern in his voice, and you blinked slowly, shaking your head. He nodded, although you weren’t certain he believed you. ‘Because I’d never want to upset you, ever.”

“Why?” The question had slipped from your lips before you had even had the chance to think about asking it. You could feel your face becoming a deep red, one that threatened to rival that of a Pinot Noir. But Eddie didn’t answer you, instead he reached forward, sliding his hand from his blanket and under yours, gently placing his fingertips on your arm, stroking them delicately up and down the soft skin. You didn’t even realize that you were holding your breath until his fingers slid their way from your arm, up your shoulder, and to the nape of your neck, when you let out a deep sigh. You caught him smiling, and as he did he used the leverage that his hand had on the back of your neck to pull you closer to him until your lips met.

He kissed you slowly, his hand caressing the back of your head, almost as if he was still asking for permission to be so close to you, to be so intimate, and was allowing you time to pull away if you wanted to. But you didn’t want that, you wanted him. You groaned happily into the kiss, your hands balling up in the front of his shirt, pulling him closer so that his body was pressed against yours under the blankets. He smiled into the kiss and you could feel it soft against your lips. He deepened the kiss then, his tongue trailing along the bottom of your lip, begging for entrance, something that you willingly allowed, your tongue immediately meeting his in a united dance together. Hands began to roam freely, down his arm, along your waist, into his hair, cupping your jaw. You realized then that he had already rid himself of his flannel shirt and jeans, leaving him in only his Ozzy t-shirt and boxers, and you suddenly felt over-dressed.

Your hand slid down, pulling your sweater up above your head, and Eddie took that as his que to do the same, throwing his t-shirt into the corner of the tent, long forgotten about. He allowed his hand to travel from your waist to your hips, slipping a thumb and finger under the waistband of your leggings and pulling those down too, leaving the pair of you in only your underwear, and he pulled you even closer to him, if that was possible, your body pressed against his, taking in the heat of his skin as his lips immediately attached themselves to your neck.

“Such a pretty neck,” he whispered against your skin, drawing a small gasp from you as he bit down on the plush skin and smoothed it over with a kiss, certain to leave a mark. His lips slid lower, moving down towards the swell of your breasts, nipping and kissing just above your bra. He reached a hand around your back, unhooking the material and pulling it away, leaning back to take in the sight, his eyes hung low and full of lust. DAMN, those eyes. ‘And such pretty nipples.”

Within only a second his mouth was on your right nipple, licking and sucking, leaning away and blowing air on it, before attacking it once again. You let out a small whimper, his name mixed somewhere in the gasps and cries that escaped your lips, plump and swollen from his kisses.

He moved lower, his head dipping under the blanket as his lips trailed down your stomach. “Such a beautiful tummy.” A kiss to your belly button, so close to where you needed him. His hand trailed down to your thigh, slipping upwards again to cup at the base of your ass, squeezing it gently, bringing yet another moan from your lips. Before you even knew what was happening, he had slipped your panties down your legs, letting out a content sigh. “There we are.”

“Eddie,” you whimpered, eyes squeezing shut as you felt his hot breath on your most sensitive area. And then it disappeared, and his head appeared from the blankets again.

“Sweetheart, I’m really going to need you to stay quiet. I doubt these tents are very soundproof,” he chuckled, glancing over in the direction of where you knew Jeff and Gareth’s tent was outside. You nodded slowly, and he came up closer to you, planting a gentle kiss against your lips. “You promise?”

You nodded again, and suddenly his finger slipped into you swiftly and quickly and without struggle. You almost choked as you tried desperately to remain quiet, your entire back arching off the floor and into the air. Eddie’s free hand snapped into place over your mouth, his dark eyes gleaming as he watched you squirm from just one finger. He moved it slowly at first, pulling it all the way out and replacing it with one more finger to join the other. You cried into his palm as his movements sped up, his fingers curling and spreading inside you in a way that made you feel as if you were falling into pure pleasure. Just as you felt the pressure building up to a highpoint in the pit of your stomach, his thumb stretched out to rub against your clit. That’s all you needed to hit your climax, biting down on his finger as your body shook from the bliss, the feeling of his cold rings against your tongue enough to drag the sensation out even longer.

He waited for a moment, allowing you to come down from your high before he slid his fingers out, bringing them up to his mouth and letting you watch with anticipation as he slipped them into his mouth, tasting you on them. Your heart almost flipped out of your chest at the sight, and when he reached down and kissed you, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue, you felt positive that there was no better feeling in the world.

He pulled back, that real and genuine smile appearing again. “Eddie,” you whispered, your breath heavy as you spoke. He hummed in response, and you reached up to tuck his hair behind his eyes. “Let me feel you, please.”

He didn’t need to be told again, swiftly removing his boxers and appearing above you again, lining himself up. You peaked down under the blanket, eyes wide when you saw his length, long and thick. You knew that you weren’t going to last long.

He groaned as he entered you, and you couldn’t help but join him, the pair of you quickly stopping when you remembered your surroundings. Eddie planted one hand beside your head on the soft pillow that you had borrowed from your bedroom, and the other landed on your hip, fingers digging in slightly for grip as he began to move. Just like your first kiss, he began slowly, but the second that he saw the pleasure on your face, your eyes rolled back as you whispered his name over and over again, he began to move faster and faster, picking up the pace until the pair of you were writhing with ecstasy.

You quickly forgot about your promise to be quiet, your moans and whine growing louder with each thrust, your hands reaching up to pull him down to you, your skin sticking to his as he worked you up to your second climax of the night.

‘Fuck,” he muttered, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours, his eyes blazing with lust as they latched onto yours. “Look at me. I want you to look at me when you finish.”

You gasped as he thrust into you deeper, that coil in your stomach becoming tighter and tighter.

“Shit, Eddie,” you mumbled, barely able to get the words out. “I-I think I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too baby,” he said, planting a gentle kiss to your lips as he held you close, waiting for you to reach the edge so that he could join you in the leap off the end. He slipped his face into the crook of your neck, his lips meeting your ear, his words a whisper. “Cum for me sweetheart.”

That was when you fell into euphoria, and for just a moment you were certain that you could see those stars in the night sky outside once again. Your body shook and Eddie held you close as he followed behind you, spilling into you with a grunt of your name.

The pair of you laid there for a while, trying to catch your breath. Finally he rolled off you, pulling you close to his chest, planting a small kiss on your temple.

“Thank you,” you whispered with a small smile. He chuckled, and you could feel his body shake with the effort of the laugh.

“Why are you thanking me?” He chuckled.

“Because it was perfect,” you explained, letting a small laugh out yourself. There was a second of silence before he pulled you tighter towards him.

“You’re perfect.”

You fell asleep that night curled into his chest, content and happy, lulled to sleep by the sound of his heart beating against his ribcage.

You woke the next morning by the sun shining through the thin material of the tent, the birds singing in the trees, and the clattering of something outside by the long-forgotten fire. You rolled over, smiling happily as Eddie mumbled in his sleep, sitting up and pulling your jumper over your head, and your panties and leggings back on.

“Eddie,” you whispered, shaking his arm slightly in an attempt to wake him. His eyes fluttered open, and he brought a hand to rub down his face, beaming the second that he saw you.

“Good morning beautiful,” he smiled, sitting up and leaning forward to place a kiss on your shoulder. You smiled, glad to know that he didn’t regret it, and that he was still acting just as sweet as he had the night before.

Eddie quickly got dressed himself, and when he was ready the two of you exited the tent together, waving good morning to your friends as you sat down by the fire. Gareth handed you both a cup of coffee each, the hot liquid poured into metal mugs.

“I’m thinking you two need it today,” he chuckled with a wink in your direction as he went back to the pan of water that was boiling over the fresh fire. You frowned, and glanced at Eddie who simply shrugged, clearly as confused as you were. You brushed it away and took a sip of your coffee, accepting the cigarette that Eddie passed to you with a smile.

“Ah, good morning!” Jeff smirked as he appeared from his tent. “And how are you this fine morning?”

Again, strange. Eddie narrowed his eyes, glancing between the two older boys. Dustin, Lucas, and Mike perched nearby looking just as confused.

‘Alright, what’s going on?” Eddie finally asked after Jeff asked Eddie if he would ‘like sugar in his coffee, sweetheart?’

Jeff and Gareth looked at each other for a second, clearly weighing up whether or not to continue making fun of their friends or just simply come clean. Gareth turned, smirking.

‘Well, it just sounded like you guys had a great night last night.”

Your eyes widened in shock, and as you turned to Eddie you saw that he was wearing exactly the same expression, only his mouth was hung open ever-so-slightly in shock.

“Y-You heard?” You asked bewildered and, more importantly, mortified.

“Yep,” Gareth chuckled, throwing you a cheeky wink. “We heard everything.”

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eddiesxangel · 8 months

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Im gonna need u to elaborate on that post abt Eddie holding ur vibrator 'what kinda microphone is this'

You say elaborate… I say I’ll write a whole fic about it 😅😅

But You Don’t Even Like Karaoke? | virgin!eddiemunson x bestfriend!reader (afab reader)

WC 3.3K

CONTENTS WARNING: SMUT

You invited Eddie up for the weekend to your shabby student apartment. You've been away at Indiana State while Eddie was still stuck at Hawkins High complaining about how life in Hawkins has been so shit without you and needed to get away, coming to see you would be the perfect getaway.

Eddie and you had always been close, so when you told your roomies that he was coming to stay they were okay with it, as long as he slept in your room. They didn't want to wake up in the middle of the night to get something and have a random guy on the couch, which was reasonable because they hadn't met him before. They were excited to finally meet your best friend and you planned to go out to the bars tonight after a very long week of midterms.

Eddie arrived late afternoon, you introduced him to your roommates and he settled in. "It's so sweet you have your own space, we can finally hang out without worrying about Wayne or your parents judging us" Eddie laughed while plopping on your double bed.

"Do you wanna shower before we head out?" You ask.

"Nah I did this morning, I'm okay." He tells you. " Ok I'm going to pop in, You can entertain yourself until I'm back" You give him a wink and leave him to his devices. Eddie scanned your new collage room, it reminded him of your old room at your parent's house. You had pictures of you and him framed along with other friends he didn't recognize. He was always a little nosey when it came to you, there weren't any boundaries in place when it came to privacy around Eddie. You had been friends since the 7th grade, growing up together in your awkward years really bonded the both of you.

You'd told Eddie earlier that you had gotten a new strain of pot from one of the guys you're friends with and that he could light up whenever. You'd left out the baggie and your grinder but Eddie left his bong at home and didn't see yours lying around so he searched for some rolling papers. Rifling through your bedside table is where he looked first. He shuffled through your hair ties, random articles, condoms...

Eddie had known you were no longer a virgin like he still was, he has had zero experience, not even a handjob. Needless to say, Eddie doesn’t get any…. Like ever. Poor thing tries his best but most of the girls he’s surrounded by are in high school and he wants nothing to do with them. He wants a grown woman. He really wants you if he is being honest but he never thinks that would happen in a million years.

He still was riffling deep in the drawer now, he felt something soft but firm, round and long. He picks it up to move it out of the way. He looks at what is your black vibrator. Why would she have a microphone? Eddie moved on quickly because he spots what he is looking for buried under all your crap.

Hours go by and you’re stumbling into your apartment laughing around 1:00am. You offered your room for Eddie to get ready for bed while you took the bathroom. Once you're finished you walk back into your room to see Eddie tucked into his side of the bed. "I meant to ask you earlier but I forgot because we got too high" He laughed. "Ask away" You crawled into your fresh sheets and snuggled into bed with Eddie. "Why do you have a microphone?" He asked. You look at him quizzically because you have no idea what he's talking about. "Are you sure that weed didn't alter your brain?" You laugh as your head hits the pillow. "What do you mean? I saw it" He laughs. "Dude I have no idea what you're talking about? Why would I have a microphone? I hate karaok- oof" Eddie cuts you off by leaning all his body weight over you to reach into your nightstand and pulls out your vibrator. You start laughing uncontrollably, partly because you're a bit embarrassed, and partly from the alcohol.

"What?" Eddie questions inspecting it, once more. you grab it from his hands and turn it on. The object comes to life and a low buzz fills the room. "Why is it buzzing?" Oh, your sweet innocent Eddie, "Ummmm think of it more like a massager..." you turn it off and place it back on the nightstand you turn back to Eddie and can see the wheels in his head turning but no gas. "Ugh, Eddie don't make me say it out loud" You bury your face in your hands and pillows not wanting to look at him when you say it. "I don't get it, you're going to have to spell it out for me, Ms.University" he nudges your arm with his elbow. "It's a vibrator Eddie, you know... like for sex"

The room was still dimly lit, enough for you to see Eddie's eyes go wide. "It’s… it’s a sex toy?" he reaches over you once again to grab it off the nightstand. “Eddie!” you shout then cover your mouth remembering the time of night.

“Give me that!” You try and grab it out of his hands. This whole situation was weird. You guys never spoke about sex, it just wasn’t that kind of friendship. Yes, you liked Eddie, you’ve been crushing on him for years but you would never act on it, or at least you don’t think you would? Like a child, Eddie reached his arm up over so you couldn’t get it “No come on I’ve never seen one before” he pouts. “Ok you’ve seen it now give it back!” You weren’t afraid to crawl over him to get it, you straddled his chest, enclosing him between your bare legs. Your tiny sleep shorts were barely covering your cunt that was practically pressed into Eddie’s face. “Ah ha!” You say victoriously grabbing it from Eddie’s grip. Eddie can feel the blood rush from his face and into his cock. He shifts and clears his throat, “Oh shit, sorry!” You hike your leg over him accident exposing your pussy even more to him. Eddie’s eyes don’t break from your core. You’re blissfully unaware you just flashed your best friend. “Sorry Ed’s didn’t realize” you joke. “Uh yeah, it’s fine” You see Eddie shifting under the covers. “So you always sleep without panties or is that just because I’m in your bed” Eddie asks. “Eddddddddddie oh my god” you burry your head in the pillows debating on sleeping on the couch at this point. “I love when you moan for me baby” Eddie laughs, you try and hurry yourself further into the bed but Eddie grabs your waist and pulls you into him. “You know babe, out of the two of us I should be the one mortified. I’m the twenty-year-old virgin not knowing what a sex toy looks like.” He grips into you tighter and you bury your face into his neck. The alcohol is slowly leaving your system but you still blame it for what happens next. “You don’t have to be” You timidly kiss into the hollow of where his neck and collarbone meet. “What are you-oh that feels good” Eddie sighs into your touch, his chest raging and falling at a quicker pace. “Will you let me take care of you Eddie?” You graze your hand lower down his bare chest, across his stomach down the the waistband of his boxers. “Yes,” he nods frantically.

You shuffle back over him so you’re once again straddling him. You look down at your best friend, taking in his features, he is so pretty. You lean in timidly to kiss his lips for the first time. His plush lips felt so soft when they connected to yours. It quickly heated up, you ground your hips into Eddie, you could feel his hard length pressing into your slit and you wiggled your hips on him. You hear a wine come from Eddie’s throat as you disconnect and start to kiss down from his neck to his happy trail. “I’ve been dying to know what’s under here for years” You graze your hand lightly tracing Eddie’s tented boxers. Eddie’s hips shoot up at the connection. “Eager aren’t we” you giggle slowly revealing his length. “Well you would be too if you’ve waited this long for you too” It doesn’t escape you that Eddie didn’t say “Wait for this,” he said he was waiting for you. You’re stomach flops, at his words and your eyes bulge out of your skull at the size of him. “You’ve been hiding that you have a horse penis from me this whole time?!” You don’t really give Eddie time to answer because you latch your mouth into his tip, not sure how much more you’ll be able to fit into your mouth.

Eddie is in heaven, he isn’t sure what karma he is getting but he knows he must have done something right to have your head between his legs at this very moment. It’s a feeling that he’s never felt before, the warmth of your mouth, the wetness of your lips mixed with the softness of your tongue was all-encompassing. You felt his hand rest on the back of your head, you looked up at him through your lashes, his face blissed out. Your core was dripping already at the feeling of Eddie in your mouth. The way you were making him feel good was only making you wetter. You reached up to cup his hand on your head, coxing him to push you down. “Oh fuck baby, please” he whimpered. You took in more of him opening your throat for him. You bobbed your head up and down his shaft while using the other hand to move in tandem. You had Eddie whimpering “Oh my god just like that! Fuck you’re taking me so well” For someone with no experience he sure wasn’t shy about praising you. It only made you want to pleasure him more. You were the first one to ever touch him like this. You were the first one to ever make him feel this euphoric.

“Fuck I’m not going to last long fuckfuckfuck” You were enjoying yourself too much that you didn’t care about what Eddie was telling you, you wanted him to cum, he deserved to cum. “Wait wait I wanna…shit, I want you to be my first” he pushed you off him. “Really?” You asked. “Yea… I mean.. if you wanna?” he pants. “I do Ed’s” but I gotta get myself ready, will you help me? Eddie nods enthusiastically as you lay beside him and he climbs on top of you.

You walked him through what to do, he was a quick learner. He kissed you down your neck like you did to him earlier. He touched you over your shirt at first, a bit shy. You told him he could touch you, and begged him to touch you as you lifted the big sleep shirt over your head. Eddie’s hands immediately latched on to your breasts kneeling them like stress balls. “Softer please, you’re pinching me” You place your hands on the backs of his to guide him. You tell him that you like it when your nipples are touched. He bowed his head lower, and tenderly he kissed the swell of your breast “Is this ok?” He asks “Yes Eddie, more of that” he brought his warm mouth around your perked nipple. “Oh yes,” you arched your back making your breast squish into Eddie’s nose. Your head spun as he hummed into you, the vibration jolting to your core. “I uh, don’t know what to do with my hands.” He admitted. You took his right hand in yours and guided it past your waistband and overtop of your mound. “Feel me Eddie I’ll tell you what feels good” Eddie’s thick fingers explored your pussy lips, slipping his fingers through your folds he grazes your clit and you jerk at the touch.

One thing about Eddie is that he is very receptive. He does it again to test the waters “oh fuck” you moan. “You like that baby” his confidence was showing “Yes Eddie, fuck keep going” “So this is what that little toy is for? This spot right here?” You nodded your head not able to speak. Why was he so good at this? “Can I try?” He sheepishly asks you. “Yes, Eddie please” he reaches over to get the vibrator you had left resting on the bed. “Hold down on the button to turn it on” “Which one there are three? Why are there three?” He turns it finding the buttons. “The bottom one, the others are to change the pattern and the speed” You point to the power button. “Oh,” Eddie smirks. “Ok playboy let’s not get ahead of ourselves, We will start on level one” The low buzzing filled the room once again. “I should take off my shorts…” you awkwardly suggested. You hook your fingers into the waistband and wiggle your hips up and out. “Ok so, just put it where you put your fingers before” you guide him by the wrist. The vibrator makes contact with your swollen clit. “Oh god yes!” You arch your back in pleasure. The feeling of the buzzing on your clit shot waves of euphoria through you. Eddie couldn’t wipe the Cheshire Cat smile off of his face. Having you at his mercy could have him busting a nut here and now.

Eddie kissed you while holding down the vibrator like his life depended on it. You were starting to get squirmy, your hips gyrated into him “More Eddie, you moaned into his mouth. “What do you want?” He asks “Your fingers, please” you wine. He stops kissing you, you can see the nervous look in his eyes. It’s okay Eddie you won’t hurt me.” You brush a piece of hair behind his ear. A shaky hand grazed your slick folds and pushed up slowly and back out again, he repeated that until you showed him what to do next. “That’s it Eds” you sighed into his mouth. “Now go like this” You wiggled your index and middle finger in a come hither motion. The coil in your lower stomach was getting tighter with each pump of his fingers you were being wound up until it snapped, Eddie feels your walls clench down in him and the thought of you doing that with his cock inside you only got him even more excited. “Oh fuck yes Eddie!” You cried out with pleasure. Your heavy breaths and the low buzz of the vibrations filled the room. “Woah” Edd breaks the silence, “It’s-too much Eds” You push his hand away that was still holding the toy to your sensitive clit. “oh shit sorry” he throws it to the side of the bed and captures your lips into another kiss.

You break the kiss to reach over to the nightstand and grab your condoms. “Holly shit this is really happening,” Eddie says under his breath but you hear him. “If you still want to yeah” You sit up on your knees and tell Eddie to get on his back. “I’ll be on top to start you off ok, Then if you want to switch let me know.” He nods his head like a kid who was asked if they wanted their favourite ice cream. You push Eddie’s shoulder back so he is propped up just a little on the pillows you straddle him again getting yourself situated. “You wanna put it on or do you want me to?” You raise your brows at him. “I’ll uh-I’ll do it” he clears his throat. You pass him the blue foiled pack and he expertly slips it over himself. “You practice this before?” You giggle, he tells you to shut up and you raise up to your knees you grip his solid length in your hand.

You slowly sink down onto him, and Eddie lets out a guttural moan. You cup a hand over his mouth, you don’t want to wake up your roomies. “Shhhhhhh” you sink down slowly, the way he is stretching you out makes you feel so full. You finally make it all the way to the hilt. “You okay” you ask Eddie. That was a silly question, of course, he is okay. You start by grinding your hips releasing your hand from his mouth. “Yea, more than ok babe” You started to bounce on his cock, the way he was stretching you felt otherworldly. “Fuck that’s it, so good f’me” he grits out. He really had confidence for someone’s first time, but that was because he was with you. “Fuck Eddie you’re so big” You let your head fall back. The sight in front of Eddie only brought him closer to the brink. Your tight hot cunt swallowing him, your tits bouncing in his face, he was so close. Eddie remembered what you said about your nipples being sensitive, he leans forward and latches on. Your eyes roll back in your head at the sensation. The room is filled with the sound of pants and skin slapping skin. “Yes! Eddie yes yes yes” You grab the back of his head and rub on his hair. He lets out a moan, so you do it again. Eddie loves it when you tug on his locks. “Fuck baby I’m not gonna last much longer.” He tilts his head up to kiss you, he slips his tongue in your mouth.

You are all-encompassed by Eddie, no one else on earth matters but him in this moment. You let out a small yelp when Eddie unexpectedly flips you on your back. He was feral, he never had felt this before In his life he had to hold on a bit longer, needing to savour this feeling forever. The new position forced his cock to hit your walls at a better angle. He bends your legs so they are by your ears. The look in his eyes has you swimming, he is consumed by you, and he watches his cock disappear in and out of your walls. “Fuck Eddie I’m close, touch me please” Eddie didn’t think twice about grabbing the vibrator. The memory of your velvety walls clench his fingers and drove him to make sure you were the first to cum. He needed you to cum on his cock like he needs air in his lungs. Eddie hammered into you at a pace much faster than you were capable of while riding him. The tingling of the vibrations shook through your core, in less than a minute you were cumming on his cock. You open your mouth to scream with pleasure but nothing comes out, your body shakes with pleasure as your second orgasm consumes you. The second you clenched down on Eddie he was cumming with you. An animalistic groan leaves Eddie’s throat as his hot ropes of cum spill into the condom.

Eddie collapses onto you with a breathy laugh. “Oh my god why did I wait so long to do this” he giggled into the crook of your neck. “Because you never made a move!” You joke back. Eddie pecks your face with a million and one kisses. “Fuck, sweetheart can we do that again?” He rests his head on your chest, looking at you with those baby cow eyes. He grabs your hand and brings it to his chin. “Sure Eds we can do that as many times as you want” Eddie didn’t give you a chance to to recover before he pounced on you for round two….

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10 Things I Hate about you - Chapter 1

Eddie Munson x Harrington!reader

warnings - Season 1 Steve 👎 , and frog dissecting

word count - 8.2k

proof read by the amazing @inknopewetrust

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Author's note - this takes place before the events of season 1, and instead of it happening in November 1983, I changed it to be around April 1984 :)

"Steve, what is this?" Your father slammed a piece of paper on the empty space next to Steve's breakfast. You leaned over to snoop at what was printed on the page. As if second nature to the black ink, you flinched when the line of D's and C's on his report card became clear. Your father’s hand splayed on the paper, your eyes followed the hand only to see his angry face.

"Dad, I swear I can explain! This new teacher has been giving us hell!"

"In every class?"

"No, but–" You watched him fumble with his words as you continued sipping on your orange juice. A loose strand of Steve's hair had fallen onto his forehead as he made frantic movements with his hands in a poor attempt to save himself.

"You're telling me that all of your teachers are being extra mean lately?” His face challenged Steve with narrow eyes. Like a magician pulling a rabbit out of a top hat, he pulled out another paper— your report card.

“Explain this then.”

A neat line of A's mixed in with two stray B's had been stuffed in Steve's face.

He looked in between the paper and you, and then gazed back up to your father. The overbearing, middle-aged man cleared his throat before reading a teacher’s note on Steve’s card.

"Mrs. Jinkles says: Steve is a peculiar student. Although his grades were acceptable last semester, I can see his attention slipping away. Chats too often in class, homework is handed in late…” He peeked up from the sheet back at Steve whose face was sullen. “Shall I continue?"

"No." Steve closed his eyes with a huff, opening them again to meet yours. "She's been distracting me with her loud music and protests and things!"

"That's a lie! Dad, you know that's a lie! He's always with his girlfriends! Bella is what? Your third girlfriend this month!?" You defended yourself in a valiant effort. Steve couldn’t just throw you under some bus to be run over because his personal life was impacting his academic one.

"I just broke up with her,” he replied with the hope it still saved his ass from ruin.

"Then why are you putting the blame on me for your bad grades!?"

"Because you are distracting me!" Steve maintained.

"We both know that's not true!" You protested as you looked at your father whose mouth was opened to speak, but was quickly cut off by Steve's own defense. Your father fixed his glasses at the bridge of his nose and sighed as he watched the two of you bicker, waiting patiently for his turn.

"What are you jealous of me or something? Because you can't get a boyfriend?"

"Have you seen the unwashed miscreants that go to our school?" You snorted. "Plus, high school relationships are… weird. I don't know how you can date someone and know it's never going to last."

"You're just jealous because you're mean to everyone and can't keep any friends."

"Steve!" Your mother interrupted him from the other side of the table. She had been watching the morning unravel like a thread from a wool sweater. Each defense, each lie, building the spool left to wither on the floor.

At her interjection, you watched your father's eyes light up with an idea, his eyes quickly fixing themselves back on Steve’s as the report card stayed glued between his fingertips.

"Ok!” He nearly shouted from the noise. “Stop it, you two, now! New rule: Steve isn't allowed to date until you do." He pointed to you and a loud laugh escaped your lips.

‘This was his punishment?’ You thought to yourself. How pathetic.

"BUT SHE'S NEVER GOING TO FIND A BOYFRIEND BEFORE THE END OF HIGH SCHOOL!" Steve wailed as his hand met the table and shook the glasses–its contents swooshing like the sea.

"Oh,” your father chuckled, “I really like this." He nodded in self-approval. "We can sleep in peace knowing you'll both pass Junior year and then graduate with no distractions." His angry face had turned into a content one. He dropped the two report cards on the sideboard behind the dining table before sitting and pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"But that's not fair!" Steve started whining which made you grin and stick your tongue out to him as you grabbed the maple syrup bottle and poured some on your pancakes.

"When your sister dates, I'll trust you to date again."

"But-"

"No buts! It will teach you a lesson," he said pointedly.

"I hate it here" Steve groaned, throwing his head back, and sighing in desperation. "Mom,” he tried one last path, “you can't let this happen!"

"I'm sure you'll survive without girls for a year and a half." She didn't look up from the apple she was cutting. "I'm sure it will do you some good."

The clock struck 8:30 slower than Steve would have liked, and he found his head hurting earlier in the day than he wished. As he waited for you, he turned up the volume, his car radio already playing Africa by Toto. He closed his eyes, trying to get the distant chatter and morals about how that was a 'good lesson' for him to learn and girls were 'not the only thing he should care about' away from his thoughts. About a minute later, you stuffed yourself and your bag in Steve's passenger seat with a sigh as the peaceful music started to dance across your mind.

"Could you at least change?" Of course Steve had to start speaking again. As if his whining over breakfast hadn't been enough.

"Why? You don't support women's rights?" You looked down at your shirt. You were wearing a tight white shirt that showed off your shapes with red hand prints painted over your boobs, and one hand print on the side of your ribs. It was controversial, it was risky. However, it was completely and utterly you. "You don't think women should speak up?"

"I do, but It's weird enough I'm driving you to school. I don't need you to be dressed like… this," He looked at you up and down. "At least close your sweater until we get there?"

"Deal with it."

"God!” He griped. “I can't wait for your car to get repaired."

"Can you shut up, please?" You closed your eyes. "I'm trying to enjoy this music. I don't own this tape."

"Yeah, that's because you spend all your money on that devil worshiping crap that makes my ears bleed."

"Don't you insult my music taste," you hit him with the sleeve of your sweater, which caused Steve to instantly hit you back with the back of his hand.

"Hey!" You slapped his shoulder.

"You hey!" He slapped your shoulder back.

You slapped his arm as a reply and he did the same, an endless slap fight like the multiple ones you had as kids starting. You continued bickering, in an attempt to win you tried to kick him but your leg was stuck in between the side of the car and your bag. So instead, you slithered a hand into his perfect hair and shook it all up.

"NO! Y/N NOT THE HAIR! Please!" He yelled. Hands flying to stop the way your arms and shoulders came down. When he was satisfied that he was safe, he reached up for the rear mirror. "You really had to?"

"Yeah, you deserved it. Now start the car or we're going to be late for school."

"Oh, and I wonder who's fault that is?"

"Please tell mom and dad you've got a boyfriend or something."

"No." You slammed your locker in front of his face and shouldered your bag.

"Please?" He begged again, following as you started walking towards class.

"Why do you want another girlfriend so badly?" You wondered aloud as you removed the tape of Kill ‘Em All from your walkman; pocketting it to replace it with Master of Reality.

"Because this time I really really like her! I want to make a move but you didn’t help me at all, and now they’re just being assholes about the grades!”

"They're not being mean," you shook your head, laughing to yourself. "Have you seen your grades? I get where they come from."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. You don't know how hard it is to be paired with her and not being able to actually ask her out, or just hold her hand and kiss her. First period was hell. I absolutely need you to get a boyfriend."

"Mm-mm, nope." You shook your head no. "I told you, dating in high school is stupid." You pressed the on button and Steve could faintly hear the start of Children of the Grave playing. He watched as you placed your headphones over your ears, clearly wanting out of the conversation.

He made a frantic move to step in front of you. Blocking your path forward, you stopped because his puppy-dog eyes hounded you. "Please?" His hands came together as if he was praying. You barely heard the word, but you could clearly read his lips.

"No!" You said it a bit too loud over your music. Steve's face changed to a look of defeat, and then, he gave you the finger.

"I hate you." You barely heard the words but could clearly make them out again.

"Love you too!" You pouted and made a heart with your hands, grinning as you watched him roll his eyes and drop his hands in defeat. "Bye," you almost screamed before disappearing into another hallway but held it back in a small victory.

You tossed your bag over your chair and melted in your seat the second you walked into the classroom. You felt a hand reaching up next to you and before you could even register the intruder, your headphones fell from your head and onto your shoulders.

You turned your head to meet Barb’s figure in the seat beside yours. She had a concerned look in her eyes–which she always had but that early in the morning? Something had come up before the bell had even rung. "What's the fuss? I've been seeing you bicker with Steve all morning,” she asked you honestly.

Barb was a good person, a good soul. Sharing with her the quarrel between Steve and yourself wasn’t going to spread a million rumors of some stupid family fued or that you were ‘morally or ethically against high school romance.’

You took a second to breathe, the faint intro of Sweet Leaf coming from the headphones now resting on your shoulders. Had your music really been that loud before? The music came to an abrupt end when you flipped the switch, placing the walkman into a firm grip, and setting it into your bag.

"Steve's mad because our dad made a ‘new rule.’ He's not allowed to date until I do," you wiggled your eyebrows and watched as Barb gave you a silent laugh. The crinkles around her eyes proved that amusement had reached her.

"Oh my god,” Barb drawled, “no way," she whispered as she watched Mrs. Jinkles put her glasses back on to stand up to close the classroom door.

"Yeah, Steve is bribing me to get a boyfriend." You chuckled and she snorted at the thought.

"I don't think I've ever seen him single ever since he walked into Hawkins High."

"Me neither. Apparently he really likes this one girl and wants to date her. That's why he's trying to convince me to get someone." You tucked a strand of hair away from your face as you fished for your book and slammed it a bit too harshly on the table. "Tough luck."

"Please?"

"No."

"I'll do the dishes for two months."

"No."

"Three?"

"Still no."

"Ok, seven!"

"Steve,” you sighed heavily, “what is going to make that little head of yours understand that I don't want a boyfriend."

"You don't actually need one, just to tell mom and dad you have one!"

"I won't do that,” the idea of it just sounded… wrong.

"Why?"

"Because I don't like lying."

"That's bullshit,” he laughed in disbelief.

"I'm not going to help you. So stop asking me." You moved your hands around as you tried to mimic your frustration. "Who’s the girl you want to ask out anyway?"

"Nancy Wheeler."

"What?" You chuckled in your own incredulity. "Is this some kind of joke? You want to date my friends now?” If you could underscore the importance of my, you would have a million times over.

"Friends?"

"Alright, well more like a… good acquaintance; a school friend! But you get my point." You crossed your arms.

"I actually think I really like her! She's super nice. We have physics together."

"Right," you rolled your eyes at him. "Look, I won't help you on this one. Maybe, just maybe, you can think about getting better grades and dad will change his mind. And Nancy Wheeler is far from your type just so you know." You noticed but Steve's face softened at your words. If she saw Steve’s grades, she’d go running for the hills.

"That's what I like about her, though. She's different from the other girls I've dated before."

"Yeah, yeah, spare me the speech Romeo. It won't work on me." You scoffed and oddly enough, lifted your head to spot what was written in bold letters on the chalkboard.

Romeo and Juliet

"See, we even get to study forbidden love. How cute," you patted his shoulder, and he grumbled something you couldn't make out before complaining for the thousandth time today.

"I knew advanced English was a mistake." He melted in his seat as if the subject had defeated him already.

"Morning, class," Mr. Arnold cleared his throat, “now that we are fully finished with World War two poetry, I thought it was the perfect time to start on our beloved Shakespeare." He clapped his hands and asked a girl named Lisa Hemingway if she could hand out the multiple copies of Romeo and Juliet that created a tower on his desk.

The senior girl stood up and grabbed as many copies as she could. When Mr. Arnold saw she couldn't carry them all, he assigned a red-headed Junior named Connor who sat in the front row to hand out the rest.

"I already hate this," Steve mumbled as the second the copy of the pile hit his desk. He took it, groaning as he flipped through the pages. They smelled of must and mildew; ten years of dormancy only to be opened when love was at its most shallow point.

"It's not that bad,” you told him as the next copy hit yours, “I've read it before. The story is pretty gripping."

"You've read this for fun?" He questioned as if it repulsed him.

"Yeah," and you shook it off like a piece of lint on your shoulder.

"I think I'm going to be sick."

"Consider yourselves lucky, we won't do any reading today!" Mr. Arnold stated when Lisa and Connor went back to their seats and only two books remained in the pile he had stacked earlier that morning. Two missing students.

"Connor, I believe you're good friends with Mark?" He questioned the redhead who nodded. "Could you hand him his copy when you see him?" Mr. Arnold handed him the book, leaving only one stray to rest lonely on his desk. "Right, back to work," He sighed.

"Today, we are mainly going to focus on learning about the man behind the book," he smiled and sat atop his desk. "Can anyone tell me what they know about Shakespeare?"

You raised your hand.

"Please lower your hand," Steve begged. "You're embarrassing me enough as it is and I don't need you rubbing it in my face that you skipped a grade."

"I skipped a grade in elementary school, Steve" You whispered back.

"Miss Harrington?"

"I've noticed that he's always written strong female characters,” you began, against Steve’s wishes. “In Romeo and Juliet, Juliet is strong-witted and smart. She might look and be helplessly in love, but she's still intelligent and understands a lot of things women are told not to. It feels like Shakespeare understood the struggle of women, especially in works like…” You pondered, “Twelfth Night. Viola must be the strongest female character in history."

Mr. Arnold nodded along as you continued on. "Viola is shipwrecked, and left an orphan so she disguises herself as a man to get by. It's a brilliant feminist writing for its time."

"I do agree that Shakspeare tends to write strong female characters, but you do forget that mature women tend to miss in most of his work. And when he does, he makes them mad or somehow evil."

"Yeah, you're totally right,” You agreed.“But still, he doesn't rule them out or make them faded background characters like other writers from that century–"

The door swung open in the middle of your words. All the heads turned away from Mr. Arnold, you, or their books, and revealed the owner of the lonely book: Eddie Munson.

The hair on his head was wild, a patch on his jean jacket was two stitches from falling out. One of his shoes was completely covered in dirt and a crumpled paper sat in his ringed hand.

"What have I missed?" He grinned with perfectly white teeth; barring it for Mr. Arnold as the older man sighed at the intrusion but had learned to expect nothing less from Eddie Munson.

"Strong female characters in Shakespeare," you spoke up before Mr. Arnold could get a word out. He had, after all, interrupted your train of thought.

"Great!” He said at first as though it were intriguing enough for him to stay. But as he continued, his words became shells of sarcasm. “Sounds amazing, keep up the good work," he nodded before opening the classroom door and walking straight back out of it–not a minute had passed since he entered it.

"Mr. Munson!" Mr. Arnold attempted to call out, but quickly realized it was useless and crossed his arms in aggravation. "Is he even trying?" He sighed to himself, shaking his head in despair before grabbing the stray copy of Romeo and Juliet and opening it to the last page where a small description of who Shakespeare was, was written.

"Shakespeare!"

You never got to pick up where you left off.

"I need Y/n to get a boyfriend," Steve declared as he dropped his tray on the table and looked at you expectantly from across the room.

You were standing on the other side of the cafeteria behind a table. Nancy, Barbara, and another girl he didn’t know stood beside you. Your sweater was long gone and the shirt you had made was exposed. Nancy and the stranger Steve didn't recognize wore the same one while Barb was holding pamphlets next to you. A white banner in front of the table spelling 'WOMEN'S RIGHTS, WE HAVE A VOICE!’ BAKE SALE stood proudly in black and red lettering.

"Good day to you too," Carol looked around his tray before snatching his granola bar. "Ew, who even eats the nutty fudge flavor?" She scrunched her nose before throwing it back on his tray. She shouldn’t have ever tried to take it from him today.

"They were out of butter almond, sorry," he replied dryly before taking a seat and starting to pick at his food. "Anyway, my dad started this new stupid rule where I can't date another girl until Y/n finds a boyfriend," Steve looked back at you again and back at his food.

"Oh my god."

"I know!"

"You're fucked."

"You mean unfucked, for the rest of high school." Tommy snickered with a sly grin.

"Haha,” Steve’s face flattened, “very funny." He poked at a french fry before dropping his fork completely. "It doesn’t have to be this way! I can try to help her get a boyfriend! It’s not that hard to find a date!"

"Good luck with that. I heard the last guy who tried to ask her out got a broken nose… bled all over the gym floor."

"God, I don't even know how we're related," Steve sighed helplessly. "My point is–” he clarified, “if I want to ask Nancy out, I need her to find someone, and quickly. My chance with Nance will go right out the window otherwise."

"You in a rush or something?"

"Do you know how hard it is to be paired up with her and not get to ask her out!? It's pure torture!"

"Calm down Casanova," Tommy ripped the top of his milk carton. "The only way you're going to get a guy to go out with her is if you pay him," he took a sip of his drink before speaking again, "and even then, you'd have to pay him good money."

"I could do that," Steve mumbled as if the idea wasn’t screaming ‘that is a horrible idea, don’t do it!’

"Wait, that's actually a brilliant idea!” He settled on instead. “We just have to figure out who we're going to pay."

"Hmm," Tommy looked around the cafeteria and for once, every male student was a fresh pick. It could be a squirly freshman or a hulking senior and either would want the money and laughs for kicks. "Sam?"

"The A.V club nerd? Do you want him to get even more bullied? She made him cry once, remember?"

Tommy scrunched up his nose at the memory. But, the guy would admit he had an itching to see it happen again.

"Cameron?" Carol suggested as she perked her head up at the game.

"A Jock?" Steve laughed in amusement. "She would kick him in the balls before he even could get a word out."

"Byers!"

"No, no,” Steve objected, “he's too… soft. She'll eat him alive."

"Yeah, but don't they listen to the same music or something?"

"No, he listens to The Clash."

"And? Isn't that what she likes?"

"No, she's more into that hard rock stuff" Steve threw his fry back into his plate. "We're never going to find anyone."

"SHIT!" The big double doors of the cafeteria flew wide open, Eddie's voice boomed inside. He was holding what looked like one of those beakers from science class filled to the brim with a neon blue liquid. He skidded to a stop as the doors flew open, looking in the direction best suited for his escape as the bubbles began to form at the beaker's top. Steve had no idea what it was, but by the look on the face of the teacher who was running after him… it didn't look safe.

“MR. MUNSON!” An angry, elderly voice called after him as the doors teetered on open and closed, open and closed.

“This is my beaker, Davis!” He shouted at the teacher coming closer with every second. Eddie moved quickly, trying not to spill the liquid as his exit was drawing closer with every step. “You can’t take it away when it’s not finished!”

“MR. MUNSON THAT IS A DANGEROUS EXPERIMENT!”

“COME AND TAKE IT FROM ME THEN!” Eddie shouted back as the cafeteria watched in hilarity and ridiculousness. Eddie Munson could always cause a scene, bring a little bit of joy, and go back to being an outcast the same day.

"Oh God,” Carol rolled her eyes, “what is he up to now?" She brought her stare back to Steve and her boyfriend. "Did you hear, they're saying he won't graduate this year?"

"Rumor has it it's because he went to jail for a month. Remember when everyone was wondering where he was?"

"I thought it was because he went off and tried to join a cult or something?"

"Didn't people say it's because he was posing for a porn magazine?"

"I heard he ate a live duck once"

"Everything but beak and feet."

Steve narrowed his eyes as he watched Eddie grab a cookie from your table as he passed by, muttering a thank you as he put it in his mouth and continued his run. You shouted something at him about being an asshole. Steve's gaze fixed back on Eddie as he left through the doors, the opposite side of the one he came from, beakers still in hand and the cookie already half chewed.

Mr. Davis who was following him had his glasses crooked over his nose and the little hair he had left was flying around as he tried to catch up with the mad teen. He kept his eyes on the door as it closed behind them.

"Jesus! That guy is deranged!”

Biology wasn't Steve's favorite subject, especially when he had just eaten a full meal and they had to dissect frogs. Mina Trevor had already thrown up and was sent to the nurse, and a Junior named James fainted the second the frog was put on his table. That left the quiet Lisa, whom he had been paired with, to work alone on the repulsive task.

Even with gloves, everything was slimy and disgusting. Tommy wasn't being helpful as he did everything on purpose to mess it up, and would wiggle his dirty fingers in front of Steve's face just to get a go at him. For a second he envied you. He knew this was the type of thing you'd do with a smile on your lips, and he knew you would enjoy every second of it when it was your turn next period.

"You're being disgusting," Carol noticed, scrunching her face as she watched her boyfriend clown around with a piece of the frog. The smell made her want to gag. Her gaze traveled to behind his shoulder, spotting Eddie Munson paired up with one of his friends at the back of the class.

He pulled a knife out from his pocket and stabbed it in the middle of the frog, his friend chuckling as he did.

"Hey,” she called out to the two boys as the thought popped into her head, “maybe we should set Munson up with your sister." Carol smirked as she watched him poke around the dead animal for a brief second before stopping.

Both Steve and Tommy turned around to follow her gaze. All of their eyes were on Eddie as he pulled a packet of cigarettes from his pocket, using the gas tap in the middle of the table to light it up. His friend scrunched up his nose and grabbed the cigarette from his lips, putting it out on the frog.

An unintentional branding of a dead frog.

"Yeah…" Steve's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "How did we not think of this at lunch!?"

"Because he's a mad man!? Steve, you're not serious?" Tommy turned back around to face his girlfriend and best friend.

"He's the only guy on the list she won't scare off! Have you seen him? He's the perfect candidate."

"Plus!” He added. “He definitely listens to the same music as her, and reads the same nerd shit.”

"I wouldn't do it,” Tommy tried to argue, “she's still your sister, Steve. Eddie's just… trouble." The expression on his face quickly changed with his thoughts. "Although, I would love to see the freak try to seduce your sister," he smirked.

"How funny would that be?" Carol slapped her hand on the table. "And he's totally broke. He will gladly take your money."

Steve's eyes sparkled with mischief as he turned back around to take another look at Eddie Munson pulling another cigarette out of the carton.

"I think we found our guy."

The next morning, Steve opened his sock drawer to find as much of his leftover cash as he could to invest in his little plan. With the box of stray coins and the savings he kept hidden behind a pair of blue striped socks, he found about a hundred dollars. It was a bonus that Tommy and Carol had promised to chime in when they chose Eddie as the candidate–or victim… he wasn’t sure if you’d eviscerate the metalhead or not.

Steve grabbed his wallet and pulled a twenty from it. In addition to the ten bucks he already had in his pockets, that would be enough to convince Eddie, pay him, and still have spare money for lunch.

"Why are you smiling?" You wondered as you watched your brother make his way down the stairs; a pair of white high top Nikes in his hand and his blue sports bag hanging on his left shoulder.

"Nothing,” he grinned like a madman, “I just realized my time as a ‘Handsome Bachelor’ might actually be nice." He kept smiling before sitting down on the last step and lacing up his shoes.

"That's the spirit" Your dad mumbled from behind his morning paper.

"You're acting suspicious. Mom, don't you think he's being suspicious?" You turned your head to her to get the reassurance that his demeanor was off and you weren’t losing it.

"Let your brother be," she fixed a strand of hair. "Honey, can you pass me the coffee pot, please?"

"Of course," your father passed the pot towards her while you eyed Steve, an apprehensive eyebrow raised.

When Steve gave you an innocent shrug back, you placed two fingers in a peace sign to your eyes and then switched to pointing to him before taking your seat at the breakfast table. The words of ‘I’m watching you’ silently said.

The only benefit to this breakfast was that it was more peaceful than the previous one.

"Thank you for being dressed appropriately today," Steve mumbled as you buckled your seat belt a half hour later. Breakfast settling in your stomachs, school was the only thing that could distract you from the curiosity-biting enigma that was Steve Harrington, your dutiful, stupid brother.

"Right… because sports class is more important than women's rights."

"Yeah, it totally is, and it’s gym, not sports class," He mumbled as he started the car. "Also you've read the book right? Romeo and Julie" Steve narrowed his eyes as he watched the road.

"Juliet."

"Right, yeah, what happens in the chapters we were supposed to read?"

"You haven't read it? Steve, have you seen your grades?" You gawked at him with baffled eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he brushed it off, “just tell me what happened?"

"Firstly, they’re not chapters, they’re acts and scenes,” you lamented, “and if you would have even taken the time to open the book, you would have seen that we only had two scenes to read which equals to barely ten pages."

"Good for you,” he replied blandly. “So, what happened?"

"Street fight between the Montagues and Capulets,” he would just badger you with questions the entire way anyway, so you faulted and told him what happened.

"The what- what?" He stopped the car at a stop sign.

"Oh fuck off."

"What do you mean ‘fuck off!?’ I'm asking for your help!"

"And I'm telling you: read. the. book. I'm not your tutor."

"But you've already read it! So, I don't need to! We can just unite our Harrington brains."

"I'm not helping you,” you shook your head.

"You're being really mean lately, you know that?" He argued because he didn’t get his way.

"I thought I was always mean,” you tipped your head to the side, “that's why I can't get any friends, remember?"

"Yeah, but you're being even more mean. You won't help me!" The ride to school gladly came to an end as he finished his sentence. You opened the door, your bag already over your shoulder.

"I'll see you later," you slammed the door of his car shut and started to walk away.

"Hey! What did I do!?" He shouted out of his car's open window, but you flipped him the finger instead. Steve looked at you as you disappeared into the crowd with a confused look on his face.

"Crazy," he muttered as he thought back to the way your face fell and your words became dry before you slammed the door in his face. He grabbed his bag, confusion riddled over his features as he made his way to the football field.

He eyed the crowd of students that sat on the bleachers. The entire junior class sat in the middle and a few seniors who had a free period were scattered at the opposite ends, chatting away and finishing up the last touches of their homework.

You sat in a middle row, eyes glued as you listened to the teacher. Steve knew you had seen him, he also knew that you knew he was watching you. You had that determined look in your eyes every time the two of you got into arguments. That look where you had to win. That you wouldn't let him talk to you again until he made a move.

But of course, Steve knew he had done nothing wrong.

His eyes landed on Carol and Tommy who were sitting at the end of the front row. Carol was sipping on a cup of coffee she had gotten from the machine in the school hallway next to the teacher's lounge. The disgusting watered-down taste made a shiver run through Steve just thinking about it.

"Alright class," the teacher blew his whistle, indicating to Steve and the other stray students who were still standing to take their seats on the bleachers.

"I want you to split into your groups,” everyone knew where they were assigned. “We're starting soccer with group two. So group one and three, do whatever you want as long as you're back by 10:30." He blew his whistle again and the whole mass of students started moving around the bleachers.

"So, how much did you manage to collect for ‘mission boyfriend?’"

"A few bills," Steve nodded. "I think it should be enough."

"We collected a 20 for you if that's any help," Carol fished through her bag before handing it to Steve. "Here."

"Thank you very much," he looked at it proudly before adding it to the 30 he already had.

"When are you going to talk to him?"

"Not today. She's in a very bad mood. She went all crazy on me this morning," Steve looked at you from his spot in the bleachers. He watched as you redid your shoe laces and grabbed the soccer ball Tina threw your way.

"I thought you were in a rush to ask Nancy out?"

"I am,” he nodded, “but I also don't want the plan to fail"

"Well, she looks fine now," Tommy looked at you. You had just kicked the football in James’ face–your poor classmate was rubbing his head and the teacher had called to you both. Your voice faintly climbed their way, hearing you say something about it being an ‘accident.’ They watched as James walked away from the field because the teacher sent him to the nurse's office.

Steve contemplated his options. You did look a bit calmer, but he recalled the way you flipped on him. "Yeah,” he breathed out. "I'll do it today."

"You could do it now."

"Now?"

"Mhm,” Carol hummed, crossing her leg over the other and leaning on the level behind her. “He's in Ms. O'Donnell's class, right? She's called in sick today which means they have nothing to do all morning." Carol looked up to a group of seniors beside them on the bleachers. Their math notebooks scattered across the step they were using and they were arguing over an answer. "Hey!" She called, their heads turned to face her. "Is Eddie Munson in your class?"

"Yeah," one of them chuckled at the mention of his name.

"Perfect," she turned back to Steve. "He must be on school grounds then!"

"Fantastic!" Steve stood up, wiping the back of his jeans with his hands before grabbing his gray sweater and slipping it on.

"Try the drama room first. I'm sure he's setting up his next sacrifice," Tommy laughed.

"Don't let him scare you," Carol giggled.

"Very funny."

It would be a lie to say that Steve's heart didn't race at the idea of finding Eddie sacrificing a rabbit in the middle of the drama classroom. His hand toying with the end of his sleeve as he walked across the empty hallways.

He passed by the coffee machine in front of the teacher's lounge, hearing chatter from behind the wooden door. The sudden reminder that he was in school and not in the horror film he was creating in his mind brought him back to reality. He shook his head, reminding himself it was just silly high school jokes. Eddie wasn't a cult leader; he probably hadn't even gone to jail for 2 months or had never even done a quarter of what people gave him credit for.

So, he took a deep breath and arrived in front of the drama room. Peaking through the window, bright, colorful banners were hung on the walls. Papers and posters of plays taped everywhere and he could see a glimpse of the big CATS poster that terrified him: yellow eyes with silhouettes dancing staring into the room. Steve's hand found the courage to rest itself on the handle, he took another breath. 'This was school. Teachers are around. They would notice if something weird was happening in there.' With that thought, he swung the door open.

To his surprise he didn't find the room lit only by candles with Eddie dancing around in a circle and chanting words in a language he didn’t know. There wasn't a rabbit in the middle of the wooden floor, or circles drawn using the poor animal's blood. No dusty books of spells resting beside the non-existent circle or placed in Eddie's hands.

The reality was that a table had been pulled from the back corner where all the props were stuffed in the theatre’s off season. Eddie presided at the head of the table on a large black throne; ornate and gaudy. He recognised it being used in the latest school production of Camelot. Steve had no idea what the play had been about, but he remembered seeing it on stage.

Sitting to his left was a boy he recognized from biology. On the table was a large board that looked exactly like a board game–but Steve couldn't tell what it was. ‘Definitely not Monopoly,’ he thought to himself.

Figurines in different sizes and various shaped dice were scattered in the middle. Steve never had seen a game with that many dice and definitely hadn't seen that many different shapes–only the average four sided one. The ones like you and Steve would lose as children which resulted in you now only using the same pair for every game.

The two boys were looking at papers that were scattered between them with pencils in their hands. At the center of the table, a big glass jar that looked right out of a fantasy film was filled with the blue liquid Eddie had stolen from the chemistry classroom a day prior; a big dragon figurine of matching color sitting on the lid.

Steve might have stayed frozen a bit too long because he could start feeling their stares.

"Can we help you?" The boy next to Eddie wondered as Steve’s frozen figure interrupted their work.

"I um-" Steve blinked the shock out of his eyes. "I wanted to talk to Munson, actually"

Both boys blinked in a similar fashion and a short laugh escaped Eddie's lips.

"How do you even know my name, Harrington?"

"Everyone knows your name," he replied like it was obvious. Like Eddie couldn't do everything he did, or have all of these rumors dancing around him like flies and that people wouldn't know who he was. "I want to ask you something."

"Shoot," Steve had gained Eddie's curiosity.

"I want you to ask my sister out."

"Excuse me?" Eddie blinked in disbelief. Of all the things Steve Harrington could have said, that was not something Eddie had ever thought to think.

"I will pay you."

"Jesus, Harrington, what kind of fucked up household do you live in?" He turned to his friend whose eyes were wide open upon hearing the request.

"No, please just listen to me," Steve took a step closer. "Our parents made up this new stupid rule where I can't date until she does. And trust me, no one would be brave enough to date her, unless they're getting paid or-" He paused mid-sentence.

"Or they're me?" Eddie took the words out of his mouth, punctuating his sentence with a smile.

"Yes! Exactly! So, what do you say?"

"Is she pretty?"

"What?" Steve surely had seen Eddie steal a cookie from your table not a day before.

"Your sister,” Eddie reiterated, “you can't just expect me to have low standards."

"Yeah, she's pretty?” Steve felt awkward saying that. “I don't know, man! That's my sister."

"Wait, what's her first name?" Eddie's friend asked.

"Y/n."

"Oooh yeah, yeah she's really pretty" he nodded and turned his attention back to Eddie. "Y/n? You know, sits next to him in English, protested for women's rights at lunch yesterday? Broke Jeff's nose? You said she was hot once?"

"That's her?" Eddie's face lit up, a large smirk rising on his lips. "How much?" he crossed his arm over his chest. "And I hope it's good money Harrington because it better be worth a broken nose."

"Ten bucks a date." Eddie looked at him blankly.

"Doesn't cover the stitches if she punches my nose and has those pretty rings of hers on."

"Fine. Fifteen. Take it or leave it, trailer park."

"Well, let's think about this,” Eddie leaned back on his throne, “we go to the movies, that's what? Ten bucks? We get popcorn that's um, fifteen. She's going to want coke too right? I assume. So, that's twenty." He looked to his friend for confirmation, "and then well, I would have to drive her, and filling up the tank costs money. So… we're looking at a good fifty bucks a date."

"That much?" Steve winced. He could already see himself only having the Kudos bar that was probably already half smashed by the weight of his books for lunch, or that Carol had most probably already stolen.

"Yeah," Eddie had a fake sorry look on his face. "You must understand… I'm putting my life on the line for you here."

"Would you do it for less?" Steve turned to Eddie's friend who's eyes widened even more.

"Nah, man. I wouldn't even do it for a hundred." That made Steve's shoulder slump a little more than they already were. He took a second to look at Eddie who was giving him a ‘fifty or nothing' look.

Steve quickly weighed his odds at finding another guy. No one would bite the bait he was dangling, but Eddie Munson had.

"Alright," Steve got his wallet from his back pocket and started fumbling with the bills, handing everything he had over to Eddie.

"Damn Harrington, you must be really desperate," he chuckled as he counted the money. "When do you want me to ask her out?"

"Today."

"Desperate and in a rush? Fabulous combination."

"She finishes soccer at 10:30. You think you could meet her at the bleachers?" Eddie thought for a second, pretending like he was going through all the important things he had to do this morning before answering.

"Yeah, I think I can make it."

10:20 - Steve was head deep into the first page of Romeo and Juliet. His butt started hurting from sitting so long on the hard wood of the bleachers, and his stomach was already growling from knowing it won't have much for lunch. And as if his day couldn't get worse, Carol had found the Kudos bar in the bottom of his bag and claimed it as her own; wrapper already in the trash and bar in her stomach.

"Do you know what Maidenheads mean?" Steve pointed to a word on the page, leaning in towards Tommy. "I'm sure I've seen that word somewhere," he mumbled. "Maybe on one of Y/n's tapes"

Tommy squinted his eyes as he read through the sentence, "are you sure this is even English?"

"Hey, Steve," Carol interrupted, Steve's gaze lifted from the book to meet hers. "Look," she nodded her head up towards the top corner of the bleachers with a smirk on her lips. Steve turned around to look at what was so interesting, and he wasn't disappointed.

Eddie was smoking in the back corner. His back leaning against the corner wall and his legs laid out on the step. His jacket was balled up next to his black lunch box on the step just below. He was looking at the field, probably trying to spot you.

"You should be happy. He's taking this seriously."

"Yeah," Steve looked at his watch before closing his book and putting it in his bag.

"Still can't believe he took fifty bucks from you just for the first date," Tommy snickered as he tossed his cigarette between the openings of the steps. "You're going to be so broke by the end of the month."

"Shut up," Steve whined. The money talk reminded him of the page he kept in his school assigned daily planner. He grabbed it with his pencil case and opened it to the page in question. "How much did I spend on that movie yesterday?"

"Three dollars"

April 11 - Lunch $7, family video $3.

April 12 - Eddie $50.

He closed his book and neatly placed the little blue elastic around it and stuffed it back in his bag.

The teacher's whistle made Steve's heart race and his palms started to sweat. Anxiety munching at his stomach as he wondered if Eddie would make him spending fifty dollars worth it, or if the poor guy would have to spend the evening in the emergency room. At least he would have the money to cover it.

He looked at his watch and then back at the field. You were walking towards your bag; hair moving up and down as you climbed up the steps of the bleachers. From behind your shoulder, he could see Eddie putting out a cigarette and grabbing his jacket.

You were already making your way down and your feet were back on the grass when Eddie caught up to you.

"Hey, sweetheart, how you doin’?"

"Sweating like a pig actually and you?" You turned your head to meet Eddie's surprised eyes. Wiping the sweat off your forehead with your forearm as you gave him a tight-lipped smile.

"Now that's a way to get a guy's attention," he cheered back.

"My mission in life," you sighed, taking a sip from your water bottle. "You're that guy from The Hideout aren't you?" You narrowed your eyes as you scanned his face. "The one who stole a cookie from us at lunch yesterday.” You knew he was a senior. You hadn't seen him much around school, but you knew you recognized the crazy hair and big brown eyes from somewhere.

"Ah, now I'm very sorry about that. Here wait," he raised his finger, "I'm sure I can compensate for the loss" You watched with a raised eyebrow as he fished for something in his back pocket, his hand coming back up with the cash Steve had handed him. "Ah-ha! Here–take, um, how about twenty?"

You eyed the twenty in his hand and then back up to his eyes. You raised an eyebrow, but he seemed dead serious and determined to give it to you.

"I don't want your money," you shook your head and pushed his hand away.

"Alright then,” he shrugged and pocketed the money. "If I heard you correctly, you go to The Hideout?" He seemed surprised because he never noticed you there before. And if he could admit it, he surely would have recalled seeing you there.

"I very much do, yes."

That was the first time you surprised Eddie.

"You're from that band–um Corroded Coffin? Lead, right? Electric guitar?"

Second time you surprised Eddie.

"What do you want?" You continued before he could neither confirm nor deny, taking the burgundy sweater from your bag as you waited for him to continue.

"Do you want to go out? On a date?"

"I’m busy."

"Great then! Pick you up at five on Thursday?"

"Oh right, yeah. Totally," you shouldered your bag again and started walking towards the school building.

"Well, you never know. The night might take you places you've never been before," he had that smug smirk you wanted to punch off every boy's face.

"Yeah, right, like the seven-eleven by Mirkwood?"

"Mirkwood?" the question barely left his lips that you started speaking again.

"Do you even know my name, screw boy?"

"I know a lot more than you think."

"Doubtful. Very, very, doubtful," you gave him a tight smile before speeding up your walk and leaving him again.

Eddie's gaze flew up to Steve and Tommy who were watching the scene, half hidden and perched up on the bleachers.

"You're so screwed man!" Tommy giggled as he watched the look of defeat on Steve's face and Eddie's apologetic eyes. "So, so screwed."

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Ready To Make Some Magic?

Summary: You and Joseph kinda hate each other, but will a certain scene change that for you guys ?

Warning: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI (dom!reader x sub!joseph quinn)

AN: this started out with a tiktok inspiration and apparently i just got too !!! While writing it so. If you dont like then sorry

You curse as you hold the cigarette in your mouth. You dig in your pockets, trying to find the lighter that wasn't there. You roll your eyes as you glance over at Joseph who was standing a few feet away, texting on his stupid phone, with a lit cigarette hanging out of his lips. You walk over to your co-star and stand in front of him.

"Quinn, can I bum a light?" You ask, taking the cigarette out of your lips.

"What? You brought a whole pack of cigarettes and no lighter? Left your head at home today?" His words are like fire to your ears.

"Listen, I am having a hard day. Can you stop being an ass and light my cigarette?" You ask him in one last attempt before you are ready to just go without a cigarette.

"Yeah, whatever." He says.

You put the cigarette back between your lips and instead of pulling out a lighter, Joe pulls his cigarette out from his lips, singeing the end of your cigarette with his own cherried cigarette. You inhale it and make it light. He pulls his cigarette back, placing it between his lips again. That pulls a weird turn in your stomach. It was awfully sensual for no reason.

"Are you going to be able to focus now?" He asks.

"Uh, yeah, cheers." You say as you feel a blush creep on your face, letting out a little smoke.

You walk back over to where you originally were, just to help hide your face from him.

"Oh, now that you got your light, you hate me again?" He jokes.

"I don't hate you, Quinn." You speak out the lie. You think you love him?

"That's news to me. When did you start liking me?" He raises an eyebrow at you.

"Uh, I think you've become more bearable to be around, not necessarily like you." You say.

"Ah, sure love." He says with a wink.

Joe finishes his cigarette, tossing the butt to the ground, and stomping it out. He walks across and gazes at you. You see him eyeing you up. Your cheek flush again as you focus on your cigarette. After your cigarette, you find your way back to the main set. Your eyes watching the scene going. Joseph is not missing a beat. His lines come flowing out of his lip so perfectly. You are so amazed that he was just that good. You sit in your little chair. He catches you staring at him, giving you a little wink, which makes your cheeks heat up yet again. He continues with the speech about love to the other character. Wait… does he feel the same way? The scene ends and they stay still in their spots. The director goes over the scene and dismisses them from the scene.

“Okay, y/n, get in there. You feeling better now?” the director asks.

“Yes, I am sorry.” You say as you get on the set.

You do your whole solo scene, not noticing that Joseph was watching the entire time. He was always amazed by your acting, just like you are of him. He thought you are one of the best actors that he’s ever worked with, even on your off day. You walk off of set after the director yells cut. They talk to you for a brief moment before dismissing you. You walk over to sit in your little chair again.

“You’re so brilliant.” Joseph says from his chair.

“What?” You ask.

“You are so good at this. You know how to capture people into the scene. I felt like I was right there with you, feeling everything you felt.” He responds to you.

“Uh, thank you. You are pretty good too. You make it look so easy.” You say as you pull your phone from the pouch on your chair.

“Thank you.” Joseph says. “Hey, there is a little club near my apartment, do you want to go tonight at like 9?”

“Uh… who else is going?” You ask.

“Probably some crew members…” He responds, lying to her.

“Okay, yeah, I’ll see how I feel.” You say.

“Cool.” He mumbles.

You send a quick text to your best friend about how things are going. You also send a text to your mom.

“Joseph, Y/N, it’s time.” The director says.

You notice the depletion of staff, only a select few were there. You also realize the bedroom scenery was set to a more romantic feeling. You forgot that the sex scene was today. Why of all days was it today?

“Joseph, you are stripping off your clothes in the scene. Y/N, you can strip down just to your underwear and get under the covers." The director says. “We’ll do a camera change after Joseph strips to his boxers and that is when Joseph will climb into the bed. We’ll leave you two up to make the magic happen.”

“Uh, can I keep my bra on?” You ask.

“We have pasties if that’ll help you feel more comfortable.” They say.

“Yeah, that’ll be fine.” You say.

A couple members of the crew open a partition so you can change, one of them holding pasties in their hands. You move to go behind it. You strip yourself down to just your underwear, thank God it was a cute lace black thong type of day. You help the crew member put the pasties on you. You grab the robe that they provide. You wrap yourself up in the robe. You walk over to the bed and the partition follows you, helping you climb into the bed, letting you adjust the blanket around you.

“Ready.” You say. The crew members carry the partition and the robe out off the set.

“Perfect.” The director says. “Joseph whenever you are ready.”

Joseph walks into the bedroom and that is when you feel your heart thump hard.

“Action.” The director calls.

You watch Joseph come over to the bed. You lean up on your elbows, letting the skin of where your breasts are connected to your torso show. He is supposed to be goofy as he strips down to his boxers which he is. It made you genuinely giggle. His big brown eyes give you a certain look when he is over you on the bed. You just nod your head.

“Cut! Okay Joseph under the sheets please. Y/N, you’re okay?” The director asks.

“Yes, I am.” You say as you keep your eyes on Joseph.

The director gives you a thumbs up. They get distracted by the camera shifting, trying to get it right. You watch Joseph climb under the cover, feeling his eyes on your body and you flush beet red. Joseph has to position himself between your legs to help sell the scene. He keeps his eyes respectfully on your face after.

“You really wore those today?” He asks in reference to your undergarment.

“Sorry, I totally forgot it was today. I literally just threw on whatever I grabbed last night. I can ask for more cover up if this is going to make it hard for you… not literally hard… figuratively hard.” You stumble over your own response.

“Shut up.” He says with a small eye roll, but his lips pull into a smile.

“These at least offer a little more cover up for my…” You comment.

��At least.” Joseph says.

“Ready to make some magic?” The director asks.

“Yes.” Joseph and you say urgently at the same time.

“Alright… 3…2…1…action.” The director says.

There is a moment where he leans down to kiss you. You kiss him back so softly. His lips move perfectly against yours as he starts to rock his hips. The feeling of the blankets moving, you part your lips from him and start with the fake moans. Soon the ‘thrusts’ coming from Joseph start to become more quicker, which makes you change up the moaning pattern. You are surprised that he thought that he would need to move quickly. You two start to make noises of two people who just came. His forehead drops to land on your forehead, capturing your lips in a kiss despite all the fake panting. The kiss was desperate. You can feel the slickness between your thighs and you can’t even close your legs with Joseph right there.

“Cut! Good job guys.” The director says and claps. Everyone starts to clap, knowing that it will help ease the awkwardness of filming a sex scene.

Joseph pulls away from your lips, almost seems like he didn’t want to stop and would had fucked you if that was allowed. He moves from between your legs, laying down next to you.

A crew member hands you your clothes then hands Joe his clothes. You two are quick to pull on your clothes. You might have to go hide in your trailer and take care of yourself. You notice Joseph standing up, his pants looking a bit tighter than they did at the beginning of the scene.

“We are going to end with that today. It’s emotionally tolling, so we are going to release early today.” The director informs you two.

“Okay, thanks.” You say, just pulling your shirt over your tits, leaving your bra off.

“Oh, they match.” Joe comments.

“Yeah, I am not a complete monster.” You say with a small chuckle. You get up off the bed. “I’ll see you tonight, Joe.”

Joseph’s lips pull into a smile. “Joe? Damn, who knew that all I needed to do was fake fuck you to make you call me by my name and not my last name.”

“Shut up. See you at 9.” You say as you walk off to go to your little chair, fishing your phone out. You immediately start texting your best friend about the scene and how you got wet from it. You also go off about his kisses and how soft his lips are. You walk to your trailer first to grab your bag. You get inside your trailer and grab your bag, shoving your bra inside. You hear a slight knock on the door. You move to the door and open it, seeing Joe there.

"Hey, uh.. " All his cocky attitude was gone. You look down at him.

"What's up Quinn?" You ask, trying to mask the excitement you feel when you see him.

"Was I too much with the scene?" His voice is nervous, you can hear it.

"It was fine. We have to sell the fact our characters are in love." You say with a shrug and go to close the door.

"But you were comfortable? I didn't weird you out by commenting on your underwear?" His voice catches you off guard. You hold the door open for a moment.

"Joseph, I was truly fine. I didn't care. I've done sex scenes with a whole lot worst. I am used to comments. I don't let it affect me and you don't have to feel bad, I promise." You say to him.

"You promise?" Joseph asks.

"I'll fucking pinky promise with you right now." You day to him.

"Okay… Well, I'll leave you alone now, y/l/n." Joseph comments, not budging.

You look at him. You know he had a small chub from fake fucking you. You take a moment to lean out of the trailer to grab him by his shirt collar and pull him into your trailer, more like he lets you pull him in. You lock the trailer door, press him against the door, and kiss him. He is quick to reciprocate the action. His hands resting on your waist. You guys hold the kiss until your head is spinning.

"Listen, this is going to be a one time thing… I am going to let you fuck me, mostly because I need to get off." You say.

"Oh, did I make you wet baby?" His words are smooth like butter.

You had no problem shoving your hand down his pants to grab at his cock through his boxers. "Did I make you hard?"

His knees buckle for a moment under your touch. "Maaaybe." His voice is a bit singsong.

Your hand finds its way down his boxers and you start to stroke his cock. "Mmm, I think I did.”

“You are wearing those fucking panties.” He mutters as his hips buckle a little bit into your hand.

You collect the precum that has leaked out. You move your hand out and give him a small slap on the face. "You didn't seem to mind."

He lets out a small gasp. You start to undress, which was easy because of already being so undressed earlier. You peel the pasties off and you can see Joseph licks his lips.

“God, your tits are perfect.” He mutters.

“Shut up.” You say with a small eye roll. You aren’t into being lovey dovey with him. “Fucking get naked and get on the couch.

"S-sorry." He says as he starts to strip off his clothes. He gets on the couch, his cock standing straight up.

You get your clothes off. You move to straddle his hips. "You're gorgeous." You mutter. You rub your slick onto his cock.

He whimpers out and moves his hand to grab his cock to try to slip it into you. You smack his hand away with a small eye roll.

"I am in charge here. You can fuck me when you beg for it." You say to him.

"Fuck, yes…" He says as his hips push himself against your folds. "Can I please… please fuck you?"

"Ha, no. That is the worst begging I have ever heard." You say.

"I've never…" He says, surprisingly turned on by your dominance.

"Beg." You speak.

"Fuck, please, please, please, fuck, can I please fuck you please." Joseph begs, it was like a song to your eyes.

"Awh maybe." You say.

"Please, please, please y/n." He begs more.

"Very good." You say as your hand moves to sink down on his cock. You moan softly. His hands scramble to grab your hips. "I am still in charge."

“Yes ma’am…” Joseph whines.

You start at a painfully slow pace, mostly to stretch yourself to him and to tease him. You can see his eyes clench close as little whines leave his throat when you would sink down and clench your walls around him. Your hands move to take his hands tightly. You start to move yourself quickly up and down his shaft. Moans and skin slapping fills up the room. You hate that his cock is one of the best cocks that you’ve had. You hated this man. You gasp loudly as your walls clench around him and you start to orgasm. His moans are weak and you could tell that he was close.

“Fuck - fuck - fuck -...” He says.

“Fucking cum in me already Quinn.” You demand.

“Yes ma’am… fuck…” His hips snap up to meet yours on the down stroke a couple of times before the symphony of moans and whines leaves his lips. His hips still for a moment before he goes limp under you.

“Good boy.” You lean down to kiss his forehead.

“You’re fucking rude.” He whispers between pants.

“You came didn’t ya? You should be so lucky I didn’t make you beg for it.” You say as you move off of his cock, letting the pool of his cum mixed with your own dribble onto his lower pelvic bone. You move quickly to the little bathroom to get a wet rag. You return with the rag and you wipe his pelvis and his cock clean. “Don’t let this get to your head, but your cock is impressive.”

“Yeah? Thank you.” Joseph’s cheeks flare up into a pink.

“Probably the best I’ve had in a while.” You mutter as you clean yourself up. You toss the rag on the table. You start to get dressed.

Joseph gets up after a minute and starts to get dressed himself. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a woman boss me around, it was nice.”

You pick up you bag again. “Alright, get the fuck out of here. I’ll see you tonight.”

“I’ll see you tonight.” He says with a chuckle as he walks to you.

“Don’t even think about it, out.” You say as you open the door.

“You just -... Fine.” His eyes roll a little bit, but his smile doesn’t fade.

He walks out of the trailer. You walk off after he does and lock the trailer up. You definitely were going to have to tell your best friend about this.

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Tender Touches. Eddie Munson x Reader

Tender Touches

I DO NOT ALLOW MY WRITING TO BE REPUBLISHED ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT MY CONSENT

Summary: A typical Tuesday that leads to you and Eddie finally confessing your feelings for each other, and finally, losing that virgin status.

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

Warnings: fem!reader, reader has a vagina, virgin reader, virgin Eddie, hes such a teasing little shit, protected sex, first times, 'fem' pet names (IF THERES ANYTHING I MISSED LET ME KNOW)

AN: I CAN WRITE? WHO KNEW!!! NOT REALLY PROOF READ (And shout out to my bby boy @rowanswriting for giving this a read through for me to make sure it wasn't absolute garbage! love u <3)

Wordcount: 4.6k

It's a normal Tuesday afternoon. You're at eddies, kneeled in front of his tv that he's moved into his room so the two of you can lay in his bed and watch movies instead of squishing together on the couch. Not that you didn't mind squishing up with him, it was actually one of your favourite activities when the two of you weren't constantly teasing each other to cover up the fact that you both were head over heels for one another.

You can hear Eddie bumbling around in the kitchen, muttering to himself while you sift through the pile of tapes. Some newly rented, some classics he already owned, so it was just a matter of deciding on watching something new or rewatching something just cause. You decided on The Lost Boys. You had only seen it once before when Eddie rented it for halloween one year, but never made it through the whole thing because you had fallen asleep. You had come down with a cold only two days before and were upset you couldn't do your halloween traditions, but naturally that didn't stop Eddie from showing up at your door step, with snacks, and drinks to make you feel better along with the movie and cuddles from him that could never compare to anyone else's.

You were so lost in thought that the entire time you've been sat going through the movies you didn't realize Eddie had been watching you. Stood in the doorway with a stupid smile on his face while he watched you quietly talk to yourself about each movie.

He tries to hide his laugh by covering it with a cough, pretending to clear his throat and slightly startling you in the process. "Pick one yet?"

You squeaked slightly at his voice. "Shit Ed's you scared me"

He laughed, laying down on his bed, setting the bowl of popcorn down in the middle, and putting your drinks on the table next to him. "It's not my fault you're so jumpy all the time"

"I swear I only get this bad around you" you say with a fake sigh, sliding the movie out of its cardboard case and into the VHS machine.

"That sounds like a you problem dude" he says flicking a piece of popcorn at you. It hits you in the forehead and lands in your lap.

"Rude" you mumble, picking up the piece of popcorn and eating it before standing up with a stretch. Arms over your head with your fingers interlocked; your cropped band t-shirt rising up, to where it's about a centimetre away from fully exposing your boobs but the stretch feels too good for you to notice. Eddie notices though, and he almost fully chokes and gags on his own spit at the sight of the soft skin of your underboob.

You crawl your way onto Eddies bed and sit next to him, pulling the popcorn bowl closer to you, and taking a tiny handful. Eddies body is ridged next to you, but you don't seem to notice.

You make it about ten minutes into the movie before your fourth sigh of the night makes Eddie take the bowl of popcorn from you and turns to face you. "Alright, what's your issue?" he asks.

"What? What are you talking about?" you sit up, pushing yourself up with your hands and crossing your legs under you.

"You've been sighing every five seconds like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders, so what is it" he pokes your shoulder a little too hard and you wince but smile nonetheless.

"If I ask you something stupid do you promise not to laugh?" you gnaw at your bottom lip, looking up at him with soft eyes.

"Have I ever?" he says quickly, a smug smile on his face.

"Often actually" you tease.

"No but seriously, you can tell me anything" he says reaching over to give your thigh a gentle pat and squeeze.

"Okay, um, do you think I'm hot?" you can feel the heat of embarrassment rise from your stomach up your neck to your cheeks.

Eddie stares at you. You almost think he might actually be frozen, and you're about to ask him if he's okay when he exhales loudly.

"I'm not sure what you're asking me here" he says with a small laugh. "Are you asking if I'm attracted to you orrrrr?" he raises a brow.

"Well, no" you furrow your brows. "Not exactly, but if you are attracted to me, that might help?" You groan, dropping your head into your hands. "ugh, okay" you said loudly and taking a deep breath. Pretending that it will help you feel more confident with your words.

"When you look at me, or when we first met did, did you think 'wow she's hot' or do I just not look like that?" the words tumble out of your mouth, almost too quickly that Eddie slightly struggles to understand you at first.

Eddie looks at you in disbelief before letting out a small laugh, shaking his head.

"S'not funny!" you say slapping him on the arm, which only spurs him on.

"No, no it's not" he said in between breaths. "It's just an absolutely ridiculous question, of course you're hot" he said matter of fact. "Have you ever even looked at yourself?" He puts the bowl of popcorn down on the floor next to him, turning to fully face you now making you feel nervous with all his attention on you.

"I look at myself everyday Ed's" you say looking down, playing with the hem of one of your socks.

"Okay don't get an attitude with me, you know what I mean" he said while crossing one arm over his chest to scratch at the opposite bicep, you bite your lip at the sight.

You roll your eyes and huff. "M'not getting an attitude Ed's I ju-" (you were absolutely getting an attitude) But he grabs your face with one hand before you can finish the sentence, squishing your cheeks together until your lips are in a pout. You had thought that your face couldn't heat up any more with embarrassment than it already had, but then his hands touched your face and your entire body engulfed in heat.

"Answer the question" he said slowly, each word enunciated and his tone oddly stern. Watching you for a moment, before releasing your face from his hand, leaning back against the wall.

Your heart was thumping in your chest. "I j-just don't see what other people see obviously, a-and maybe I'm missing something you know? And that's why people don't like me" you rush.

He scoffs, shaking his head, leaning back until he was looking up at the ceiling. Throat on display, thick and inviting, begging to be bitten. You swallowed hard when he looked back at you, some sort of mischief in his eyes.

"Ed's you're being weird" you say shifting slightly, trying to ignore the roaring heat you could feel between your legs.

He hums. "Do you not see the way I look at you?" he leans forward, resting his elbows on the top of his thighs while he looks at you intently.

"I can see the way you're looking at me right now" you say softly, heart thumping so loudly in your ears you wondered if it was loud enough for Eddie to hear.

"And how am I looking at you right now?" he asks, tilting his head to the side.

You swallow thickly, only raising your eyes to his briefly while you said. "You're looking at me like you want to-" you lick your lips. "-Like you want to fuck me"

His smile spreads slowly, it's a wicked grin that makes you nervous but intrigues you more.

"There's my smart girl" he coos.

Your mouth falls agape, unsure at how to respond to him "Huh?"

He's quick, grabbing at your legs until he's pulled you down enough so you're laying on your back, hair sprawled around you messily while your breath catches in your throat. He's hovering over you with both his hands on either side of your head looking at you like he's on death row and you're his last meal.

"I want to do a lot more than fuck you, but I'd like to start with a kiss if that's okay?"

You're in shock, you almost consider pinching yourself to make sure this isn't a dream "You want to kiss me?" you ask. "Did I fall and hit my head or something?" you lean up on your elbows and Eddie moves back slightly to accommodate you but still stays close.

"For someone who's as smart as you are, you can be really dumb sometimes" Eddie laughs. "Of course I want to kiss you, you idiot" he says all too casually.

Something blooms inside you. You don't know if its confidence, or arousal, but with a laugh you wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips into his. He lets out a small groan and it fuels the heat between your legs more spreading throughout your entire body until it reaches the centre of your chest. His lips are soft and pillowy just like you had imagined. He taste like cigarettes, popcorn, and the sugar from the candies you had shared.

You push yourself forward more until Eddie leans back almost completely. "Sit" you mumble against his mouth and he listens, not letting your lips be untouched for more than a second while he moves to sit on the edge of his bed. You quickly straddle him, hands coming up to either sides of his face to deepen the kiss, and his squeeze at the sides of your hips, earning a small moan that you tried to keep quiet. You don't realize you're not putting your full weight on him until you feel him guide your hips closer, the brush of his hardened cock against your centre makes you squeak in surprise.

The two of you move together like you knew what you were doing, it was instinct considering you never made it this far with most of the people you've been with. Sure you've fooled around with others, and you've done most of the sexual acts your mind could comprehend but neither of you had been able to discard that 'virgin' title. But it's never felt like this, it never felt electric, and the shocking realization that you could make Eddie feel this good makes you even more turned on.

Eddie pulls back slightly when he realizes you've started to grind against him. "W-We don't have to do anything if you don't want to" he says breathlessly.

"I know" you whisper "But this feels really good" you admit, never once stopping the motion of your hips.

"You're gunna make me cum in my pants if you keep doing that" he says glancing down to watch the roll of your hips.

"Is that a challenge?" you tease, pressing down on him a little harder which makes him close his eyes tight and groan.

"You don't wanna start that game sweetheart" his hands are tight where they've moved to your thighs, squeezing harshly.

"Why not?" you say looking at him, eyes blown out and glassy, you feel drunk off of want-Need.

"Cause you won't win" Eddie says with a smirk. One arm wrapping around your waist as he pushes himself up into you hard, a forced moan slipping from your mouth loudly while he flips the two of you, until you're on your back under him once again.

"How do you know how to do all that?" You ask through a small gasp.

"I'm a virgin sweetheart, not inexperienced" he smirks and you open your eyes just quickly enough to catch the end of it.

"Can I keep getting those pretty sounds outta you?" his cheeks are flushed, and you think he's never looked prettier.

You nod quickly, pulling at the fabric of his t-shirt, trying to get him closer "More" you plead. "Please?"

"Yeah? You want more?" He asks while looping his fingers into the waistband of your pants, inching them down so, so, slowly until your lower half is bare before him. You whine impatiently and he smiles. "You can have anything you want baby I'll give it to you"

You cover your face with your hands, heat rising to your cheeks at the way he called you baby while undressing you. He moves your hands away, a cocky smile on his face. "What's got you all shy now hmm?"

"You can't just call me baby like that" you breathe, watching him in a daze as he trailed kisses down between the valley of your breasts, barely covered by the crop top you wore.

"Why not?" he mumbles against your skin, nipping and licking at any spot he can get access. You keen into his touch, your waist instinctively following the warmth of his mouth.

You hum, forcing the words to come to you, but he's making you feel so good. "Gives me butterflies" you murmur. "B-but, like lower?" brows furrowed.

Eddies head shoots up to look at you when he hears that. Your eyes are closed and your head is tilted back so you can't see him look at you. "Lower?" he asks trailing a finger from your sternum down to your waist.

"Yeah" you nod and sigh.

Eddie coos "You tellin' me I give your pussy butterflies?" His hand continues down you until his palm pushes against your clit. You know he's smirking, you know he's looking up at you, but you can't open your eyes to look.

You hate the way pussy rolls of his tongue, but you hate the way it makes your stomach flip more, and the pathetic noise of a whimper that leaves you when he says it.

"Can we, c-could y-you" your trying to get the words out but your arousal fogs your mind, the only thing there is Eddie.

"What is it baby, what do you need?" his thumb swipes at your clit and you mewl.

You finally open your eyes, tilting your head to your shoulder to look at him. His eyes are down where his thumb is connected to you, watching in awe the way your cunt literally shines for him. His eyes flick back up quickly and he smiles when he sees you looking back at him.

"Can we have sex?" you say quickly and so very quiet Eddie almost doesn't catch it.

"Do you want to?" He asks seriously.

You nod. "I feel like I'm on fire, I want to feel you, I need it" you say it so surely that Eddie has to bite his tongue from declaring his love for you right then and there, so instead he just nods leaning back onto his knees, too far away from you for your liking and you pout.

"Show me how you touch yourself first" he says while reaching behind him to pull his shirt over his head.

"What!?" you prop yourself up onto your elbows, mouth agape in shock knees knocking together.

"Show me" he says with a nod, eyes flicking down to your slick pussy that he can still see despite your attempt to hide it, and then back up to you. "How you touch yourself" his words are slow, just like his hands as they undo his belt, pulling it out of its loops and chucking it onto the floor.

You hesitate still, watching him while he pops the button of his jeans and pulls at them so the zipper slides down. "Listen, I'm sure I can figure it out myself, but I'd have a better chance at making you cum if you show me" he smirks.

That smug bastard. It takes everything in you to keep your voice steady but when you speak, you don't break eye contact and say "I'd rather you put your mouth on me instead"

He falters only slightly. It's the way his smile drops just barely at the corner of his mouth and the way his cheeks flush that you're able to catch it. He laughs in disbelief, tugging his jeans down just a little to relieve some pressure, exposing the soft happy trail just below his belly button.

You bite your lip and hum at the sight, dreaming about the way it would feel if you dragged your tongue over it. "I don't know if I can wait that long though" you admit, sighing when you look back up at him.

"Wait that long for what?" he says slowly crawling his way back on top of you, knee slotting perfectly between your legs. You flinch when the fabric of his jeans makes contact with your clit.

"Tell me what you're waiting for hmm?" he asked, that stupid smirk you already know is plastered on his face.

You're getting needy, and Eddie is memorizing every sound and movement you make because of it. Determined to get you like this as often as you'll let him. "Please" you whine, and you curse yourself for the tears you feel prick at the corner of your lashes.

"Please what" he crowds your space, enveloping you in all of him.

"Please sir? Please Daddy? Please Master? Please Eddie?" you rush frustrated. "I n-need you Eds please"

"Fuck" he breathes, head falling until his forehead is resting against your shoulder. "You sure?" he asks again, looking back at you for reassurance.

"Yeah" you lick your lips, mouth dry with excitement. "I'm sure"

"It- Um, okay, I might not last very long" he says bashfully, leaning back from you to lean over to his bedside table, picking out a shiny packet and tossing it onto the bed next to you.

"I don't care" you shake your head smiling, you're so blissed out, you can't imagine how you'll feel when he gets to fuck you properly but that's for another day.

He huffs a laugh, pulling back from you to take his jeans and boxers off. You admire him, finally getting a glance at what you've been dreaming of. His dick is perfect needless to say, but you can't help the nerves that bloom in your stomach about what the two of you are about to do.

Eddie catches the change in your eyes and is quick to reassure you, with a hand on your knee, resting his chin on it and giving it a squeeze. "Hey, it'll be okay, we'll go slow okay? If it sucks, just tell me, I'll wait forever for this, as long as its with you"

Your eyes water at his sincerity and he panics slightly when he sees your bottom lip wobble. "Baby, hey, come here" he lays next to you and pulls you into him, and you gladly hide your face into the crook of his shoulder, sniffing slightly.

"You're so sweet to me" you say quietly.

"Well it's cause I love you" he says, and you both still for a moment, because that's the first time those words have been fully and truthfully spoken with romantic intent.

"You love me?" you ask, leaning back to look up at him. Even though he just said it, and you know it's the truth, it's what you've been waiting to hear for the last three years.

He nods and smiles, his cheeks pink as he says "I do"

You giggle. "I love you to"

"Gross" he says before leaning down to kiss you quick. "Wanna try?"

"Yeah" you take a breath. "Yeah, I'm ready, m'just nervous that it's going to hurt" you admit.

"It might, but tell me if it's too much okay? If I had known this was going to be happening today I would have restocked my lube"

You snort at his unfiltered self, never afraid to say what he's thinking.

It's shaky hands and fumbling movements, shoving your faded sea creature themed comforter you always brought with you for sleep overs, down as far as it could go. It's the first time the two of you have seen each other like this, the tension building over the last three years as the two of you pretended you weren't head over heels for each other it felt like you could explode.

"Can I take this off?" he asks, hands slipping under the sides of your shirt.

You nod, lifting yourself up to fling it over your head and onto his floor, and he drinks in the sight of your bare chest. He stares for a moment, just taking you in, like he's dreamed about.

"You're acting like you've never seen a pair of tits before" you tease.

"I've seen plenty of tits" he scoffs. "but I haven't seen such perfect tits before" and he dives in, kissing every inch of them, mouthing at the skin, and licking each of your nipples until you're keening into his touch. He only stops when you whimper because he knows you're growing needier by the second.

"I know m'sorry" he says breathlessly against your sternum. Sitting back up onto his knees he reaches for the condom next to you, tearing the wrapper by the corner and pulling out the slippery latex circle. You watch as he slips it on so quickly, like he's done this a million times, and just before you can ask "I've practiced" he says with a smirk, coming back to rest between the safety of your thighs, hugging his hips perfectly.

"Ready?" he asks.

"Yeah" you nod with a smile.

"Okay" he breathes. "Fuck, yeah, okay, okay" he takes his cock into his hand, pushing it through your slick folds and the two of you moan in unison. Gathering your arousal l until he dips just below to your entrance, looking back up at you for approval.

You nod again. "That's the right spot" you encourage and he laughs.

"Tell me if you need me to stop okay?"

"I will baby I promise"

he leans over you quickly to kiss you, because how could he not when you just called him baby like that? Slowly he pushes the head of his cock against you. Just the slight pressure of his cock feels good but it doesn't erase the nerves bubbling through you as Eddie pushes in more.

"Sh-it" you say through gritted teeth.

"D'you want me to stop?"

"No no, sorry, just, weird feeling, never had anything so um" you giggle and Eddies eyes panicky search yours, because why are you laughing when his dick is about to enter you.

"Please don't tell me my dick is small, not now, I couldn't handle it"

You laugh again but louder, switching to a moan when Eddies own laughter causes him to push in a little more. Your hands coming up to hold his biceps.

"I've never had anything so big in me"

"Don't flatter me" he teases.

"Oh fuck off" you slap his arm before returning your hand back to it.

He slips in inch by inch, and it doesn't not hurt, but it doesn't feel entirely great either. It's a mixture of pain and pleasure, with the oddest comforting feeling of him so deep inside you.

"Fucking christ" Eddie breathes when he bottoms out, arms shaking from where they hold himself up above you. "If I move I'm cumming in like thirty seconds, tops"

You laugh and he groans at the feeling of your cunt squeezing around him.

"Fuck, don't, you can't laugh" he says, but you can't help it especially when he says it through a laugh himself.

"Stop making me laugh then!" you quip.

And so he does, slipping one hand between your two bodies until he finds your slippery clit, rubbing circles that has you embarrassingly and shockingly close to cumming. Your back arches with a gasp, another pornographic moan leaving you as Eddie continues his movements. Eventually slowly pulling himself out an inch before going back in. You don't even realize he's doing it until one thrust and clench of your cunt happen at the same time and you almost choke on your spit at how good it feels.

"Holy shit" you breathe.

"I know" Eddie says through a laugh of disbelief.

A thick heat engulfs your body, sweat forming between your two bodies, and you feel everything in you begin to tremble.

"You okay?" he says from the crook of your neck.

"Uh-huh" you nod with a hiccup.

Eddie pulls himself from your neck to look at you, concerned with the sad noise that you made. He slows down and you open your eyes, blinking rapidly to clear the tears that blur your vision. They slide down the sides of your temples, and fade into your hairline. Eddies hand comes up to wipe away at the tears, pushing your hair out of your face.

"Baby, baby, what's going on?"

"M'okay" you say though a small sob. "Just feels really good" you admit.

"Yeah?" He says picking his speed back up.

"You're gunna make me cum I think" You say craning your neck to look at where the two of you are connected, his trimmed pubes, wet against yours with your arousal. You slide your hand down to rub at your clit, and the sensation is almost so intense you want to stop, but you're so close.

"Keep doing that baby, come on" he grunts, gritting his teeth as he fucks into you harder once he realizes you can take it. And boy can you take it.

"Yes, oh- ohmygod!" you whine, head falling back against his pillows. "Please please please please-" You chant. You're not sure if you're asking Eddie for permission or yourself, but him approving it doesn't sound too bad.

"Come on, you're so close I can feel it" he watches as your legs tremble, slowly moving up, up, up, until your knees are under your chin, toes pointed against his thighs like you're trying to push yourself away from him while your hands cling to his biceps to bring you closer. When you start bouncing yourself back on eddies cock in time with his thrusts he knows he's going to lose it.

"Cum on this cock pretty girl, come on" his voice shakes, and he's losing his rhythm.

"I'm- oh I'm- fuck Eddie!" The hand that still holds him grips tightly, nails digging into his skin, and he can feel it start to burn but he doesn't care.

"Fuck yeah baby, look at you, you're so hot, fucking christ, god, you're amazing, m'gunna cum, shit" he babbles before he cums, spilling more words and expletives as he spills himself inside the condom, inside of you, his words warm against your chest.

Its quiet apart from the two of you catching your breath, relaxing your muscles, and the only time either of you make a noise is when Eddie lifts his head from you, bangs stuck to his forehead in every direction and you can't help but laugh.

"What?" He says smiling back at you, absolutely in love.

"You look a mess" you say snorting, pushing his hair away from his face.

"You look sexy" he says leaning up from you, slowly pulling himself out of you and removing the condom, tying it in a knot and chucking it into his garbage can next to his bed. You make a small whimper of disapproval when he leans back again, thinking he's going to get up.

"Not going anywhere pretty" he says reaching for the blanket that had been pushed off his bed, bringing it back up, and cuddling it up around you before sliding himself under it next to you.

You scooch over until you can lay your head on his chest, leg hitching up over his waist and you can feel your arousal leak out of you and probably onto him but you're too blissed out to care.

"I love you" you murmur softly into his skin, placing delicate kisses.

"Hmm?" he lolls his head to the side, eyes sleepy and fond, thumb rubbing gently across your cheek.

"I love you" you say looking up at him, cheek smushed against his chest.

"I love you right back" he says without a beat.

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