#the tutor

[sarahivess]

LET MIKE AND WILL SAY FUCK IN SEASON 5

[brewsterispunkk]

THE TUTOR

part 2/4

pairing: eddie munson x afab!reader (period is mentioned), eddie munson x fem!reader

WC: 4.1k

summary: reader and eddie begin their little deal.

warnings: idiots. just idiots. also brief SA-- nothing explicit, just groping--NOT main pairing, recreational drug use

A/N: here is part 2! hope u love it! pls pls pls leave feedback ;) read it and weep.

Senior Year Bucket List

1) Get drunk

2) Skip Class

3) Do a drug

4) Sneak out

5) Skinny dip

6) Get a boyfriend, lose my virginity

You sighed and shook your head as soon as you’d written that last part, hands only half-shaking.

This was fine, you thought to yourself. 

It wasn’t weird, you kept telling yourself. It wasn’t. Eddie himself had asked you to come to school Monday with an itemized list of what exactly you’d felt like you’d missed out on. “A bucket list of sorts” he called it. 

You had to keep yourself from adding “feeling safe” to the list of things you’d felt you’d missed out on.

That was difficult for you sometimes. 

For the most part, you’d been able to compartmentalize what had happened to you last summer: the deaths, the torture, the “mall fire.” The rest of Hawkins knew that you’d survived it, along with Steve, Robin, and the kids. You’d gotten away with minor bruising to the face and neck after a Russian tried to choke you in an effort to get you to talk. It wasn’t ideal, but it could have been worse. Steve had been the one to take the brunt of the torture. You and Robin had screamed yourselves hoarse while they beat him in the other room. 

You sometimes still had nightmares about the sick sound of their fists hitting his face.

When you’d emerged as one of the survivors of what they were calling the “Starcourt Mall Fire,” your mother had been relieved. After your father had split when you were ten, you were all she had. Still, she hadn’t been prepared for the effects of what had happened to you. To be fair, neither were you. Neither were any of you. 

You’d always been shy, ever since you were a kid, but now instead of having a generally quiet disposition, you were skittish. The slightest noise made you jump, and you couldn’t stand to listen to Reagan talk about the U.S.S.R. on the news without having a panic attack. The nightmares had subsided after about two months, though they returned whenever you were stressed. 

You found you always looked over your shoulder, always looking out for some unknown thing that might be stalking you. When people talk about saving the world, they never talk about the ugly parts. About the broken fingernails and the insomnia and the muffling of sobs behind your hand as you break down in the girls’ bathroom. 

It’s a lonely thing, being a hero. An unfair thing. You felt like that night at Starcourt, when Hopper and Billy Hargrove hadn’t emerged from the fire, your adolescence had been stolen from you. That it had disappeared with the smoke and ash as it engulfed Scoops Ahoy and the rest of the shopping center. You hope that if Eddie actually does follow through with this little deal of yours, you’ll be able to experience at least a little of it. 

- - - -

“So,” Eddie drummed his hands on the top of your desk as he slid into the seat in front of you. “What do you have for me, miss tutor girl?”

He was awfully chipper for 7:00 in the morning. You blinked at him and skated your gaze across the room. 

It was close enough to first period for the room to be reasonably filled with students, most too sluggish to notice. But a few girls towards the front looked over their shoulders at him, eyes narrowed, before zooming in on you, where they widened curiously. 

“What, scared for your reputation?” Eddie was only half-joking, his eyes a little guarded. They narrowed at you. 

You shook your head almost comically. 

“No,” you burst. “No, not at all. Just had a weird night.”

“Hm,” he looked at you skeptically. You rolled your eyes.

“We’ve already talked about this, Eddie. I don’t have a reputation for you to ruin.”

He snorted at that.

“Alright then,” he leaned forward, his chin on his fists. “What’s got you so skittish, then? Another crazy party like Friday?”

“No,” you sighed, leaning down to retrieve your list from your backpack. “Just couldn’t sleep.”

 “Okay.” He looked like he didn’t believe you. You didn’t blame him; you couldn’t have been that convincing. You couldn’t bring yourself to care.  

“Did you bring it?” He asked. 

You nodded, slamming the sheet of notebook paper onto the desk and slid it over to him. 

“Here you go,” you pulled at your sleeve nervously. “Just don’t laugh, okay?”

Eddie looked at you and feigned shock. 

“Me? Laugh at you? I’m offended.”

“Eddie, I’m serious,” you felt your cheeks flush and your stomach plummet. “I’m just–It’s embarrassing. I’m being very… vulnerable and if you’re gonna laugh, we can just forget about it—”

“Hey, hey, hey,” his warm hands covered yours where they were sitting on the desk. He squeezed your palms reassuringly.  “I was kidding. I won’t laugh. Scout’s honor.”

You looked into his eyes for a moment to see if he was serious. All you saw was sincerity. You let out a deep breath. 

“You were a boy scout?” 

His lips spread in a wry smile as he turned to the paper. 

“Nope,” he unfolded the list. “It’s the thought that counts, though, right?”

You shrugged. 

“I guess?”

“Okay, what do we have here?” 

You sat in awkward silence as Eddie scanned the page, dark eyes focused. Hie brows were furrowed and his lips pouted in concentration. 

“‘Get drunk,’ we can certainly make that happen. ‘Skip a class,’ you won’t need to ask me twice.” He stopped for a moment and huffed a laugh. 

You felt your cheeks heat up. 

“What–”

“‘Do a drug.’” He said with a secret smile–like he knew something you didn’t. 

“Yeah,” you drew out. “I figured you’d know a guy.”

“Oh,” Eddie laughed. “I know a guy.”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” he smiled at you, before turning his eyes back to the page. “Ohh.”

Eddie’s eyes sparkled as he turned them back to you. He looked like a sprite, you thought. With his wild hair and mischievous smile. He was gorgeous. 

“‘Get a boyfriend,’” he set the list down on the table. “Am I going to be playing match-maker, teacher’s pet?”

You rolled your eyes. He was teasing you. 

“If that’s what it takes,” you quipped, your nervousness having melted away. “And I am not a teacher’s pet.”

“Whatever you say,” he raised an eyebrow at you. 

As you opened your mouth to respond, the clearing of a throat interrupted you. 

You looked up to see Cameron Reyes leering over Eddie. 

“Hey. You’re in my seat,” he sneered. “Beat it.”

Eddie sighed, before slinking out of the seat slowly, taking his time. 

“My apologies,” he smiled at Cameron, before dropping into his own seat, next to you. 

You glared at the back of Cameron’s head. 

Why did he have to be such an asshole?

Cameron was on the swim team and you’d had classes with him since Kindergarten. He hadn’t always been a dick; In fourth grade when you’d skinned your knee, he’d helped you up and walked you to the nurse’s office. It wasn’t until high school, when he’d begun running with guys like Tommy Hagan, that he’d changed. Now, you couldn’t stand him. 

That was the way of things, though, in Hawkins. There were the bullies and the bullied—rarely anything in between.

- - - -

As you walked down the halls, you felt their eyes on your legs and you regretted letting Robin convince you to wear this skirt. 

The denim felt heavy on your hips. You wiped your clammy hands on the blue material, wishing that you didn’t have to walk practically across school to get to pre-calc. 

“Looking good,” someone whistled from behind you. You felt dread seep down your spine. 

Please no, not here. 

This wasn’t the first time you’d been catcalled. 

The first time was when you and Robin were thirteen and walking to the general store down the road from your houses. A few men in a pick-up truck had rolled their windows down and told you in great detail all they’d liked to do to you. You and Robin hid inside the general store until the clerk called your mom to pick you up. You hadn’t even gotten your first period yet. 

However, this was the first time you’d been catcalled at school. It still felt just as scary as the first time. 

“Where have you been hiding those legs, teacher’s pet?” 

You whipped around at the nickname, bristling at it. You hated when people called you that, unless that person was Eddie. 

You were faced with a basketball player; one of the guys who hung out with Jason Carver and sometimes Lucas. Thomas Reed. Your skin crawled at the way he and the two boys behind him looked at you. 

“Fuck off,” you spat at him before turning on your heel and walking faster to your destination. 

“Aw, come on, don’t be like that!” He called after you, but you could barely hear him over the blood rushing in your ears. 

It only calmed when you’d reached your classroom.

- - - -

“Are you even listening to me?” You smacked his hand where it was tapping on the wood of the library table. Outside, a heavy autumn rain pummeled the sidewalk, the trees swaying with it. 

“Yes,” Eddie rolled his eyes. 

“What did I just say?”

“That…Holden is a whiny little bitch.”

You sighed, bringing a hand to your forehead. 

“No.” You ground out. “And if you write that in your essay, Ms. Taylor is going to fail you and me, so please, can you take this seriously?”

He sighed and had the nerve to look a little guilty. It made your heart clench a bit. 

In the few sessions you’d tutoring Eddie, your crush had done anything but lessened. In fact, it had grown tenfold. It was one thing to admire him from across the room, it was another completely to spend time with him and actually be able to talk to him. 

You found that in addition to being cute and pensive, he was kind and not at all the scary loner that everyone painted him to be. If he hadn’t cemented his reputation by being an avid player of D&D, he would’ve been popular, you thought. 

And all this goes to day: you couldn’t stay mad at him, even when you wanted to.

“Okay,” he said, blowing his bangs out of his eyes. You briefly reminded yourself to offer to cut them for him later—he’d been complaining about them getting in his face all session. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

“What?” Your attention snapped back to him. Eddie looked at you like you’d grown another head. 

“Uhh, I asked what you were saying?”

“Oh! Oh yeah,” you shook your head. “I zoned out.”

“I gathered that.” Eddie snorted, leaning forward. “Uh, off-topic, but I was wondering, when do you wanna get started on that bucket list?”

“Oh. Whenever.”

“I was thinking we could start this week.”

“So soon?” You practically squeaked. As excited you were about these new experiences, you were nervous. Especially because the person you’d be experiencing them with was Eddie. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself. 

“No time like the present,” Eddie’s voice was chipper. “So, what did you wanna start with?”

“I thought we’d start small and work up to something bigger?” You asked.

“That sounds good,” Eddie nodded. “How does skipping class work for this week?”

“Ugh, not well actually.” You sighed, sour. “We have that exam this week in Taylor’s and then for Chem I have—”

“Relax, we don’t have to start with that one. Hmm, what else…”

“We could always—”

You cut yourself off, thinking better of it, but Eddie caught you. 

“Nevermind.”

“No, what is it?”

You looked at him skeptically. 

“If you wanna do something, you gotta tell me. It’s your bucket list, tutor-girl, not mine.”

“What if we…did a drug?”

God, you sounded like such a teacher’s pet saying it.

“Okay, teacher’s pet.” Eddie’s face was gleeful, excited. “You’re full of surprises. We can do that, definitely.”

“Okay,” you let out a breath. 

“Any reason why you jumped to that one?”

“I just– I’m so stressed.” Thomas Reed’s lustful gaze flashed in your mind and you shook it off. 

“You okay?” Eddie grabbed your hand on the table. You swallowed. 

“Yeah,” you said lamely, mouth dry. “Just–a lot going on. School.”

“School,” Eddie repeated like he didn’t believe you. His eyes held yours for a moment before he nodded. “Okay teacher’s pet. Drugs it is. Any preference?”

“Nothing too crazy. Just something to take the edge off?”

“I can do that,” he smiled. “This is gonna be fun.”

“What do you mean?”

“I just think you’ll be funny high.”

“We’ll see,” you narrowed your eyes at him. He just smiled at you for a moment. Your eyes held his and you had the sudden urge to reach over the table and kiss him. You coughed, turning back to your notes in front of you. 

“Anyway, what do you think Salinger’s trying to say?”

“Other than the fact that Holden is annoying?”

“Eddie, I’m serious—”

“I am too!” Eddie insisted. “All this shit about ‘phonies,’ when he’s just like them–”

“You know, I thought you’d relate to Holden.” You smirked at him.

“What?”

“Well, he’s an outcast—all teenage angst and—”

“I’m twenty, thank you.” He snapped at you, causing you to stutter. 

“Oh, no I didn’t mean outcast like—”

“No, it’s okay,” Eddie chuckled, waving you off. “It’s true. And I like it that way.”

You eyed him skeptically. 

“Really, I do.” He folded his arms over his chest. “There are too many assholes in this school. If I wanted to fit in, I’d have to act like them. At least a little bit. Besides, I’ve got people. Not much, but I’ve got’em.”

You hummed. 

“I’ve never thought of that.”

“What, Holden being a bitch, because—”

You smacked his arm, laughing. 

“Okay, okay, sorry,” Eddie giggled. He giggled. Your heart leapt. “What, though? What did I say that was so profound?”

He was being sarcastic, you could tell, but you didn’t care. 

“The whole—having to sacrifice part of yourself to fit in. It’s true. I’d never thought of it like that.”

He hummed, eyes holding yours a moment, before his grin broke the moment. 

“Maybe I should be the one tutoring, huh?”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. 

“Turn to page 225.”

- - - -

Thomas found you again the next day, this time before school as you were at your locker. 

“Hey there,” he smiled, sliding up next to you, effectively boxing you in between him and the locker. You jumped, moving as close to the locker as you could. “How are you today?”

“Leave me alone,” you ground out, trying to slip past him, but his hand in a hard grip on your arm stopped you. 

“Aw, but we could have so much fun, teacher’s pet.”

“Let me go—”

“Where’s your little skirt?” he asked, grip tightening on your arm as you scrambled to get away. 

You silently cursed whoever in the administration office had placed your locker on one of the most abandoned hallways in the school. 

“Your legs looked so good—”

His palm came to squeeze the meat of your ass and your stomach churned. Without thinking, you spat in his face, palm coming to connect with his cheek. 

“You cunt—”

“The hell is going on here?” 

Eddie walked briskly up to you as you stepped back from Thomas. He moved to stand between you two, face hard. It was the mask he put on every day in front of the rest of the school, the ones who thought he was mean and scary. Only now, you weren’t sure how much of it was a mask. 

“Nothing, man.” Thomas waved him off, wiping his face. He glared at you in a way that made your feet stick to the spot. 

“It doesn’t look like nothing.”

“I said it's nothing.”

“And I said—”

“It’s fine,” you mumbled. 

“Hey wait—”

Eddie moved to grab Thomas as he walked away from the two of you. 

“I said it’s fine,” you said louder this time, and reached out to grab Eddie’s shoulder and pull him back toward you. 

“Bullshit!” He spun and turned toward you, clearly pissed off. “What the hell was that?”

“I said it was fine, Eddie!” You burst at him, voice cracking. You took a deep breath. 

“Honey, are you—” 

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you interrupted Eddie’s suddenly soft voice. You wiped a stray but of moisture from under your eyelid. “Let’s just go to class.”

“But–”

“Eddie, drop it,” you all but snapped, before adding lamely, “please.”

“Fine,” he grumbled. “Lead the way. Taylor’s gonna be pissed if I’m late again.”

You could practically hear him simmering as he walked a half-step behind you to class, but you didn’t care to acknowledge it. You’d made it abundantly clear you didn’t want to talk about it. If he pushed you, you might just snap. 

As the two of you made your way down the halls, you felt eyes following you. They were all wondering: what was the quiet nerd doing with the freak? You didn’t care to acknowledge that either. 

Let them wonder, you thought. I’m done caring about their rumor mill.

- - - -

“Jesus, Eddie.” You gasped and looked around. 

There was no one in the janitor’s closet with you, but still: with that much weed on him, Eddie would be expelled and arrested. You had no idea how he’d gotten it in the two days since your conversation. 

“What?” He asked, out of breath. He’d pulled you in here between third and fourth period, scarring you half to death in the process. “I told you I’d get the stuff.”

“Yeah, but I didn't know you meant so much,” you scoffed. Now, looking down at the green, wooly buds you were going to smoke, you felt your stomach flood with anxiety. You weren’t so sure about it anymore. “Where did you even get it?”

“I know a guy.”

“Fine, don’t tell me,” you rolled your eyes frustratedly. “What did you drag me here for, anyway?”

Eddie furrowed his eyebrows, looking genuinely confused at your hostile tone. 

“To…let you know I got the stuff.” He drawled, before narrowing his eyes at you. “You okay, sweetheart? You look like you’re gonna be sick.”

Your stomach was churning. Between the stuff with Thomas that morning and now this, it was too much. 

You pressed a hand to your abdomen as the faint smell of weed permeated from the open baggie between Eddie’s fingers.

God, he had pretty fingers, you thought somewhere in the back of your mind. It was something you'd revisit when you weren’t about to have a panic attack.

“Woah, woah, woah,” Eddie rushed toward you as you doubled over, hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath and calm the nausea. His hands found your shoulders, and another wave of the sharp smell of marijuana made you retreat further into your mind. 

All of a sudden, you weren’t there; you were back at Starcourt with Billy Hargrove’s hands around your neck, the smell of the weed he’d smoked earlier still on his clothes. 

Your breathing shallowed and you gasped, trying to breathe, but in vain. 

“Hey, hey, breathe for me,” you faintly heard Eddie over your own heartbeat. “You gotta breathe, honey. C’mon, breathe for me. Deep breaths, like this.”

He pressed your palm to his chest as he inhaled deeply.

You looked up at him, at his wide, panicked eyes and did as he said, slowly inhaling a shaky breath. 

“That’s it,” he took another deep breath, eyes not leaving yours. “Just like that. Okay. Another one, now.”

You took a deep breath, much easier this time, eyes never leaving his.

- - - -

“So…” Eddie began, eyes finally meeting yours. “You wanna tell me what the hell that was?”

You sighed, tilting your head back to lean against the wall where you were sitting. You looked up at the fluorescents in the janitor’s closet. 

“That was a panic attack, Eddie,” you said monotonously.

“Don’t be a smart ass. What happened?”

You sighed again. 

It had taken five minutes for Eddie to talk you down from your… episode. After, he’d let you catch your breath. You’d thought that you’d be able to just go about your day from there. You were stupid to think he’d let this go. 

“It’s fine. I’m fine. I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“Jesus, sweetheart, I don't care about that. I just wanna know what the hell caused it. Did I–”

“No,” you said immediately. “You didn’t—”

“Did it have something to do with this morning?” Eddie’s voice was low, and as serious as you’d ever heard it. 

You remained quiet, eyes trained on the light above you. Eddie took that as confirmation. His eyes flashed dangerously as you finally looked at him. 

“I’ll kill him.”

Eddie moved to his feet with purpose, moving to open the closet door. 

“No!” you grabbed his ankle, scrambling. “No, Eddie. It’s not worth it.”

“Bullshit, it’s not worth it—”

“Please, let’s just get out of here. Let’s go smoke. We’ve practically missed all of fourth period anyway.”

“Honey, he can’t just–”

“I know, Eddie,” you stood up level with him. “But right now, I really wanna leave, and that’s more important than whatever revenge plot you have.”

He looked at the door obstinately for another moment before turning back to you. 

“Fine.” he said, not fully convinced. 

“Thank you,” you took a calming breath. “Good. Besides, it’ll be like killing two birds with one stone, right? Two items off the bucket list at once.”

- - - -

Eddie’s car was smoky; a hotbox is what he called it. 

As you took a long drag of the joint he passed to you, the deep, leafy aroma filled your lungs. As you breathed out, all worries or stress you had about school or Thomas or even the Upside Down diminished to an afterthought. 

So this is why people smoke, you thought to yourself, giggling a little bit. 

“What is it?” Eddie turned his head to you, unruly curls brushing your cheek. 

The two of you were sprawled out on the floor of his van, shoulder to shoulder and head to head, about twenty minutes into the session. You’d learned this so far: that Eddie smelled good, like cigarettes and cologne and something musky, and that his eyes got even more glassy when he smoked. All that to say: you wanted to kiss him. Bad. 

You passed him the joint, your fingers brushing his in the process.

“It’s just that I finally get why people do this so much,” you laughed. 

“It’s been twenty minutes,” Eddie laughed with you. 

“And I feel better already!”

Eddie went quiet, taking two puffs from the joint. You turned to look at him, eyes immediately darting to his lips. He was looking pensively at the corner of the van. 

“Not fair,” you grabbed the joint from him. “Don’t hog.”

“I get them too, you know.” He said all of a sudden, somber. 

You stopped, looking at him still. Eddie turned his head to face you, nose only an inch from yours. 

“Not so much anymore, but when I was younger. When I first came to live with Wayne.”

“Wayne?”

“My uncle,” he swallowed, turning his head away from yours. “I live with him. Have since I was twelve. My dad, he was… not a great guy.”

You were quiet for a moment, passing the joint back to him. 

“My dad left.” You said. “Sometimes I’m not even sure I remember what he looks like.”

Eddie grabbed your hand, squeezing. 

Instead of the flutter of anxious butterflies, you felt a calm wash over you at his hand in yours. 

“Do you, uh…” Eddie trailed off, taking a deep huff, “wanna talk about what I saw this morning?”

You sighed, not feeling anxious, but feeling tired. 

“You remember the skirt I wore the other day?”

Eddie swallowed visibly, eyes darting to your legs before your face again. 

“Yeah.”

“Robin helped me pick it out in June,” you fiddled with your sweater. “She convinced me to wear it the other day, finally, while the weather is still at least a little nice. Anyway, Thomas noticed my skirt. He hasn’t left me alone since. And today, he…”

Eddie took a long drag. 

“He grabbed me, grabbed my ass. Fucking pig.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m not even, like, scarred by that. You know how ridiculous that is? That I’m not even phased by it anymore?”

Eddie just shook his head, glaring at the ceiling. 

“Eddie?”

He wordlessly handed you the joint. 

“Toke up, sweetheart.”

You chuckled. 

“Jesus, what an asshole.” 

“Yeah,” you nodded, taking a long drag. 

“Someone should—”

“Someone should, but someone won’t.” You looked at him. “They never do.”

“Hmm,” Eddie hummed, biting his lip in concentration. 

“Wanna skip the rest of the day?”

“God, yes.”

Th next day, Thomas Reed had a busted lip and a black eye. 

[babygirlyouretheheart]

The Tutor trailer

[mcuxhp777]

Mike: Will, I'm cold Will: Here's my jacket ------------------------ Miles: Jax, I'm cold Jackson: I can't control the fucking weather ------------------------ Richie: I'm cold, Eds Eddie: Good, freeze to death ------------------------ *Boreo watching from the sidelines confused as fuck*

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Want It

A/N: Don't look at me. This spilled out of me. This takes place before the movie, even before Annie. Not beta'd.

Rating: E (18+ ONLY)

Word Count: 3,913

Pairing: Dark!Ethan Campbell x Student F! Reader (she is 18)

Plot: Your dream of confessing your feelings to your tutor turns out to be a nightmare.

WARNINGS: non-con/rape, dubcon/coercion, obsession/stalker vibes, age gap, power dynamics/imbalance, mindfuck/gaslighting, blackmail, assault, degradation/humiliation, name-calling, praising, creampie, non-consensual photos, restraint, faceslapping, unprotected PiV, oral sex (F receiving)

DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT

GIF by @giveintogarrett

Today's the day. You can't wait to tell your tutor the great news and while on the way home from school, you were so nervous and excited. You also decided today is the day you're going to confess your feelings for him since it's your last session. Knowing that the house would be empty during this time, you took advantage of the opportunity. After checking yourself in the mirror, you head downstairs to the sitting room where he's looking through his notes.

"Hi, Ethan. Sorry, just had to freshen up a bit," you apologize as you walk over to him with an extra pep in your step.

"It's no problem," he smiles politely.

You sit down next to him and he scoots over to accommodate you.

"So how was school?" he asks, shifting his attention to you.

"It was great," you smile at him.

"Oh, yeah?" he starts, adjusting his glasses and looking at you expectantly. "So...?"

You both stare at each other for a few moments until you finally break the suspense lingering.

"I passed! I'm graduating!" You squeal in excitement, bouncing in your seat.

"That's amazing!" Ethan reacts with equal excitement. "Congratulations!" 

His arms spread wide open as he stands up and you do the same, stepping into his space and wrapping your arms around his torso for a full body hug. You hold him a bit tighter and longer, smelling his chest.  

"I knew you could do it, kiddo."

With your arms still around him, you pull back to look up at him. He curiously tilts his head looking back at you.

"What is it?" he asks, a bit concerned.

"There's... there's also something else I want to tell you."

"Okay," he nods, releasing you. "Is everything okay?"

"Y-yeah, of course," you sputter, letting your arms fall to the side and shifting your weight from one leg to the other. "Um..."

You look down at your loafers trying to conjure up the courage to tell him.

"You know you can tell me anything, right? I won't judge you," he says.

You look up at his sincere and comforting face and flash him a tight-lipped smile. Glancing behind you, you shuffle over back to the couch to sit down and Ethan follows. With his hands folded on his lap, he waits patiently. You take a deep breath and sit up straight, puffing out your chest.

"Ethan, I like you," you finally tell him, letting out a breath of relief, but you hold your breath again when he doesn't respond. 

He looks back at you with a blank expression and slight tilt to the head.

"Well, I like you too, kiddo. You're one of my best students," he says casually, relaxing into the couch. 

You try to read his face and body language and realize he misunderstood you.

"N-no, I mean... like like."

Ethan stiffens.

"I've always thought you were so cute and handsome and kind and sweet. You always listen and know the right things to say," you smile, and turn your face away suddenly feeling shy. 

You've had a crush on him since you first met him in the beginning of the school year. He's older than you. Not in an “old enough to be your father” kind of way, but his beard, brow rim glasses and slicked back hair makes him appear older than he is, which you prefer. He's so attentive to you and makes you feel special. Biting your lower lip, you gaze up at him from under your lashes. Ethan adjusts himself on the couch and clears his throat, avoiding eye contact. You frown when he doesn't react in a way you had hoped.

"I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable--" you start to apologize.

"N-no!" Ethan cuts in. "I just... wasn't expecting this."

Feeling brave, you scoot closer to him and cautiously put your hand on his knee. He looks down at your hand and then back up at your face. 

"You're not like the boys at school, not like Ben. You know how to treat a lady."

His attention shifts back down to your hand when it slowly slides up his thigh.

"Ben? Your boyfriend?" Ethan asks.

"Ex," you shake your head and continue to inch higher, but he doesn't budge.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm overstepping." Feeling dejected, you pull your hand away and stand up to walk away.

"Wait!" 

You feel Ethan's long, thick fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling you back down. You look back at him and notice a flicker in his eyes.

"I have a confession too," he starts and you give him your undivided attention. "I like you too," he flashes a warm smile. "Like like."

Your face lights up and you give him a smile so wide, it hurts your face.

"I think you're cute too," he compliments. "You're smart, always so eager and excited to learn. You have this bubbly personality with this infectious laugh, yet also so adorably shy and innocent." 

He scoots closer to you and your heart beats faster. He brings a hand up and caresses your cheek with his thumb. Your face gets hot at his touch and you look away again.

"I'm not that innocent." You look back at him coyly, now knowing the feelings are mutual.

Ethan is caught off guard when you climb onto his lap, straddling him and then pressing your lips over his. He freezes up for a moment but then you feel him kissing you back. You smile against his lips and deepen it. His muscles relax as he continues to make out with you. You flinch when you feel Ethan's hand grabbing your ass under your skirt so with your hands, you move his to your waist without breaking contact. His hands wander again and you shift uncomfortably on his lap, but then you feel him slide his hand to your front under your skirt and you flinch again.

"Wait, Ethan, s-slow down," you breathe out and then put your hands on his chest to try to put a little distance between you two, but he pushes you down onto the couch and smashes his mouth against yours.

His hand reaches between your legs again and you try to push his hand away.

"Ethan-"  you let out a nervous chuckle and try to squirm away, but he follows you.

“Don’t be shy,” he tells you, reaching under your skirt again.

“Okay, Ethan, stop.” You push away from him again, more firmly this time, but he pins your hands above your head and your body against the couch, feeling his erection poking you.

"Stop being a fucking tease," Ethan growls, hovering his face above yours.

You freeze, staring back up at him, shocked at his aggression.

"Don't be all coy now. You think I don't notice when you purposely crossing and uncrossing your legs, flashing me your panties, showing what you're wearing underneath your rolled up uniform skirt?" With one large hand holding down your wrists, the other hand caresses the top of your thigh under your skirt.

"Or how about dropping something in front of me and bending over so I can see your ass and the outline of your pussy lips under that tight thong? Hm?"

You don't respond. You simply look away, dodging his uncomfortable gaze when he leans into you but his face follows yours, forcing you to acknowledge him. 

"Just the other day, you tripped and fell on my lap."

"T-that was an accident," you quickly explain.

"Yeah, sure it was," he jabs. "Was it also an accident when you rubbed your ass against my crotch?"

"I-I was trying to get off of you. I was in an awkward position--"

You stiffen and your thighs clamp together tight when you feel his hand forcing his way up until his fingertips brush against the front of your underwear.

"Fuck, are you wet already?" he asks, impressed. 

Your body is still tense and he senses it.

"Don't be nervous. I promise to be gentle," he assures you, planting a tender kiss on your cheek.

You feel his fingers start rubbing you and you buckle your knees when he runs them over your clit.

"You like how that feels?" he asks, drawing lazy circles around your clit, making your hips twitch.

You're conflicted. You did want to go all the way with Ethan, but after seeing this side of him, you're not so sure anymore. You have dreamt about this day many many times, but this is not how you ever imagined it. 

"It's okay, you don't have to tell me. I know you're enjoying this. Why else would your panties be so soaked?" he says as he continues to tease you. "You're right about not being so innocent."

"I-I'm a virgin," you quickly throw out, hoping maybe he'll ease up.

"Don't fucking lie to me," he spits out and you recoil. "I know you're not a virgin. I saw you and that boy - was that Ben? - in your bedroom on your 18th birthday party, which frankly, I wasn't sure why I was even invited in the first place but now I know. I don't know if you purposely left the door ajar or you were careless, but I saw you bent over on your bed getting fucked so hard and..." A guttural noise emits from his throat. "I'll admit, I got so jealous, but since then, every night I've jerked off to you, imagining how tight and soft your pussy probably feels."    

You swallow hard as you stare back at him in complete fear. You're hoping someone comes home soon, but you know it wouldn't be for at least another hour and unfortunately, Ethan probably does too. He knows the schedule and it's been consistent for the last ten months. 

"I bet your mouth is soft too," he adds, his gaze landing on your mouth. You gasp when he uses his knee to shove your leg apart and then cups your pussy, rubbing you harder through your underwear. 

"Gosh, you're just getting wetter by the minute," he says. "I wanna taste you."

Ethan releases your wrists and as he moves down your body, you scramble away, but he quickly grabs your ankle and pulls you back in under his body and holds you down.

"The more you resist, the more rough I'll have to get. It's up to you how you want it. It makes no difference to me, but I do have to admit that the struggling makes it a little more fun," he smirks. "You're a good girl, right?"

"P-please don't hurt me," you plead.

"Shh, shh, no, I'm not gonna hurt you," he consoles you, nudging his nose against your temple, placing butterfly kisses on your face. "I promise you're gonna like it. Now stay put or I'm gonna have to restrain you."

You stay still as he makes his way down your body again. You look away when he lifts up your pleated skirt. He grabs each side of your soaked thong and peels it off of you, then down over your hips and legs.

"Well, look at that. No fuzz at all. Did you shave your pussy just for me?" he looks up at you, flattered. "Or are you always this pretty?"

You ignore his questions and focus on something, anything in the room to distract you as he spreads your thighs, your knee high socks and shoes dangling on each side of his shoulders. Your body betrays you when you let out a moan, feeling his mouth on you. His tongue expertly plays with your folds and alternately darts the tip inside you. Your hips buck when he starts sucking on your clit. You look down between your legs and make eye contact with Ethan. His darkened eyes frighten you. His whole mouth is latched on to you and his beard tickles your smooth lips and inner thighs.

"You taste so sweet," he says. "Just like you."

He plants a kiss on your pussy and then slides his middle finger inside you. You squirm but he lays his forearm across your hips to hold you down and insert a second finger. He pumps them in and out of you and goes back to using his mouth, lapping at your juices. His fingers dig deep, stroking you in places that are turning you on more, especially with the combination of the pressure of his soft tongue on your sensitive clit. You look away again and try to think about something else, something to block out what's being done to you, but you can't ignore the warm coil in your belly. You were told to always trust your gut but the knots you're feeling are a combination of fear and arousal and you don't know what to make of it.

Your back arches off the couch when you feel your g-spot getting stroked and the coil quickly tightening.

"Ethan!" You look down at him. "S-stop!"

But he ignores you and continues to jam his fingers into you while licking your clit, watching you thrash about. You reach down and shove his face away as you wiggle back. He adjusts his glasses as he looks back at you. Bracing yourself, expecting him to blow up on you, but instead you're met with a wide smile. 

"So you're gonna make me work for it, huh?"

You both stare at each other for a few beats, unmoved, watching to see who will make the next move. Taking your chances, you suddenly leap off the couch and head for an escape, but Ethan quickly launches himself at you and you barely take three steps.

"Ah ah! Where do you think you're going?" 

Ethan hooks his arms around your torso, lifting you up as you kick and scream.

"You like the teasing and the chase, don't you?" He grunts into your ear. "Just like a slut!"

He throws you back down on the couch and straddles your hips.

"You feel this?" He grabs your hand and places it over his crotch where you can feel his erection.

You try to pull your hand back but he grips you tighter, forcing you to touch him. 

"You did this.  And every time you fighter back harder, it just makes me want to fuck you even more. So you're only doing this to yourself, sweetheart. You wanted this," he states.

Your chin starts trembling as a tear leaks out from the corner of your eye.

"Shh, no, don't cry. I promise I'm gonna take care of you."

He reaches down to caress your face, wiping the tears away. You slap his hand away and try to hit him, but he pushes your wrists away and then backhands you across the face.

"Look what you made me do!" His jaw twitches. "I don't want to hurt you, okay? But you're leaving me no choice." 

He forcefully turns you over and you cry out when he yanks your arms behind your back. While holding your wrists together with one hand, the other starts undoing his belt. When he successfully gets it off, he binds you with it. He then positions you on your belly and pulls your hips back so you're on your knees with your ass up and face down.

"Would you look at that?" he says in awe.

You cringe when he lets out a groan of pleasure. You hear him moving behind you and your eyes get wide hearing a zipper.

"You don't have to do this," you tell him. 

"Oh, yes I do. You wanted this."

"No!" you cry out when he shoves himself inside you.

He hisses as he takes a moment to get used to you.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he grits.

He starts thrusting in and out of you, going faster and harder with each stroke.

"God, you feel so fucking good. This is better than I imagined." 

"It hurts!" you cry out.

"Relax, sweetheart. If you relax, it won't hurt," he tells you.

"Please..." you beg. "Ow!"

He moans as he pounds into you from behind, holding your bound arms for leverage. Your skirt bounces, flashing the curve of your ass with every push. You feel the uncomfortable pressure of his cock against your cervix each time he goes in, but the sensation starts to evolve to pleasure with each stroke. Your hips stutter when Ethan's fingertips start playing with your clit again.

"You're so. fucking. wet!" He punctuates each word with a deep thrust and that warm coil returns, making you rock your hips back a little. 

You're now confused at how your body is reacting because it doesn't align with how you're feeling right now. Each time he pushes in, you feel so delightfully full and crave more, but at the same time, you feel so disgusted and terrified. Maybe he's right. Maybe you do want this and did ask for it. You were the one who initiated this whole thing after all. You baited him, teased him, even climbed onto his lap like a desperate whore. And you're enjoying every second of it. Why else would his cock feel so good inside of you? Why else would you feel an orgasm building?

You arch your back a little more, stick your ass out a little higher, spread yourself a little wider for him. Feeling your body relax under his hands, he kneads your hips.

"That's it, take it like a good girl. You know you love it. You've been wanting this for so long." 

You flinch when he spanks your hip. 

"Get on your back," he commands after pulling out. He grips your upper arms to turn you over. 

"You're hurting me!" you tell him, feeling his fingers digging so firmly into your arm, you're sure it'll leave bruises.

"Then do what you're told," he snarls.

You try to throw your weight to get on your back while he helps. The buckle from the belt binding your wrists together digs into your back and you squirm to try to get into a more comfortable position. You look up at him with a tear-stained face. 

"Please let me go. I won't tell anyone--" you plead with him again.

"No, you're not because if you do, I'm going to release the pictures I have of you and Ben fucking," he threatens.

"W-what?" Your face drops.

"Yeah, on your knees, sucking dick. Spread out, getting ate out," he tells you as he starts unbuttoning your blouse. "Have you in so many positions."

A new dread forms in you..

"You'll be the slut who seduced her tutor. Saying you had it coming, that you asked for it. I mean well, you did. You came on to me first," he points out.

"And I really don't want to have to share your pretty pussy with the world." He reaches his hands inside your bra and cups both breasts, massaging them and flicking his thumbs over your nipples. "I wanna be the only one to jerk off to those pictures."

"Why are you doing this to me?" Tears stream down your face as you sob.

"What do you mean?" he asks, confused. "You asked for this," he repeats. 

"No, I didn't," you shake your head as you continue to cry.

"Fuck, your tits are so soft." Ignoring your protest, he leans down and pops one of your nipples into his mouth.

The sensation shoots down your body, below your waist. You try to shimmy to get away from him, but with your arms tied behind you and his weight on you, you're limited. He moves on to your other nipple and swirls his tongue around it. You feel a throbbing between your legs.

Ethan finally pulls back and grasps his heavy cock in his hand to guide it to your pussy. He pushes your skirt up to your waist and teases your slick lips and clit with the tip of his cock, dragging it up and down. Your hips jerk.

Finally he pushes himself into you, filling you up to the hilt. He moans and you gasp. He then pushes your knees up to your chest and starts pumping into you with short and shallow strokes. You yelp when he drives into you hard and fast.

"Shhhh...." He clamps his hand over your mouth and you scream into it while he slams himself into you over and over again, causing the buckle to dig deeper into your back.

"Shh, it's almost over,” he comforts you.

More tears stream down your face. 

“You like that don't you?" Ethan pants, his breathing getting labored. "You like getting fucked by a man?" 

You do, right? Afterall, it’s what you wanted, right? At this point, you don’t fight it anymore and just let him have his way with you. Like he said, it’s almost over. You might as well try to enjoy it.

His pacing picks up, his hips pistoning against yours so hard, his glasses start sliding down his nose. You feel that coil in your gut close to snapping. A few more thrusts and your eyes roll back. You moan into his hand and your hips thrash as you cum all over him. 

“There you go,” Ethan praises. “Fuck, you’re so slippery. I can feel you cumming on my cock. I’m gonna cum too.”

With all his might, he drives into you until he empties himself inside you. You can feel him pulsating inside you as he presses the head of his cock against your cervix. You scream but his hand is still silencing you. He finally releases your mouth and pulls out of you. 

“You got what you wanted. Can you please let me go? I promise I won’t tell anyone,” you ramble.

“One more thing,” he says. “Don’t move.” 

With a relaxed smile, he leans in to give you a tender kiss but you flinch and turn your face away so he misses and catches the corner of your lips instead. You notice his expression subtly hardens for a flash of a moment and then he pulls back, tucking himself back in before digging through his bag. He pulls out his camera and aims it at you.

Feeling vulnerable, you close your legs and turn your face away from the camera, but Ethan forces your legs open.

“You don’t have to smile for me, but I wanna see your pussy with my cum dripping out of you,” he clarifies, groaning as it leaks out of you.

You’re tired and worn down. What’s another photo?

He snaps away, taking various angles of you in your state. When he’s satisfied, he helps you up and releases your wrists.

“I’m sorry for hitting you,” he apologizes as he examines your face.

You recoil from his touch and move away from him as you fix yourself to cover yourself and look presentable again. 

“I can’t wait to fuck that pretty mouth of yours,” he says so casually like he’s talking about the weather.

“There won’t be a next time,” you warn him.

“Your parents agreed that you could use some college prep work before your first semester starts,” he explains. “I was already just excited to prepare you for success before I knew how you felt about me. And now? I look forward to spending time with you even more.” 

Ethan affectionately touches your cheek, but you don’t flinch. Instead, you stare into the nothingness as you process this new information.

“So, are you ready to get started on that, kiddo?”

[nyxvuxoa]

Garrett Hedlund as Ethan Campbell ⤷ The Tutor | dir. Jordan Ross

[awhiskeyriver]

The Tutor: Chapter Nine

Summary: When Finnick Odair, star quarterback and golden child of the Panem Nightlock’s football team is seriously injured on the  field, his coach is willing to go the extra mile to ensure it doesn’t happen again. Enter Annie Cresta. From ‘The Bet’ universe. 

Rated: M

You can read it here!

[prettyboybyers]

"byler isn't going to ha- [GUNSHOT]"

[galecstatic]

noah schnapp this year is about to serve the most intense and fucked up acting performance of his life

[watchmenanon]

"Noah knocks it out of the park with his performance... Noah is fantastic. I love seeing him in this role — one like we have never seen him do before. His character is very weird, mysterious, and even a little badass. He is easily the standout actor of the film...I love the creepiness of Noah and the story..."-mamasgeeky.

"As the young and privileged student, Jackson, we have Noah Schnapp. Yes, little Will Byers from Stranger Things has grown into a young man. And yet, that very same heart and pain Noah Schnapp taps into so perfectly in Stranger Things is exactly what also makes Jackson such an intriguing character. For the record, except for Jackson looking familiar, I did not think of Will Byers at all. For Noah Schnapp, this is a strong break-out role of a more adult (or young adult) variety." -heavenofhorror.

"Noah Schnapp Gets Passing Grade As A Rich Student With A Dangerous Mind... Noah Schnapp is really good here as Jackson. The ease that he can shift from timid to hostile is scary, and Jackson is best when turning his seeming innocence into a weapon to be aimed at others." -punchdrunkscritics

"The Tutor is a fitting next step for Schnapp. After playing the “cute kid” act early on in Stranger Things and again in the 2020 indie drama Abe, he deserves this opportunity to use his charms for a more mature and malicious character. (Alas, he still can’t catch a break from the cringe-worthy haircuts. Jackson’s slicked-down comb-over is only slightly better than the Will Byers bowl cut.) Both Schnapp and Hedlund show a great range of emotions, from calm and vulnerable to enraged and borderline psychotic, to the point where you can sympathize with either character. In fact, Schnapp’s portrayal of Jackson is so manipulative and tense that he makes Ethan look and sound like an unreliable narrator in his own story. Schnapp has undoubtedly earned the praise for his convincing performance alongside his on-screen creepy cousin Gavin (Jonny Weston)"-filmobsessive

[microwavedmetal]

Two reasons why I look foward to The Tutor coming out:

Reason #1: To gawk at Noah's many outfits. Look at him: he looks so comfy <3

Reason #2: G U N.

[i-dont-bite]

i'm seeing screenshots from the trailer for the tutor and came to the conclusion that hairstylers HATE noah schnapp

[brewsterispunkk]

THE TUTOR

part 4/4

pairing: eddie munson x f!reader, eddie munson x inexperienced!reader

WC: 4.5k

summary: the end

warnings: smut! 18+! proceed at your own risk!

A/N: It’s finally here!! Thank you for ur patience and support!!!! I hope this doesn’t disappoint!! also—send me eddie asks if u dare . hope you enjoy . xx, lucia 💖

4/4

You woke up with a pounding headache.

Your brain felt like it was splitting beneath your skull and your tongue felt like sandpaper. You yawned, trying to stretch out in your bed, before your feet hit something.

You blinked your eyes open and quickly realized you were in Robin’s living room, on her parents’ burgundy velvet couch.

You coughed, registering the room around you.

It was a room you’d woken up in a thousand times before: the same velvet couch, the same lacy curtains, the old box TV in the corner, the shag carpet that hadn’t been changed since the seventies. And there, sprawled out on the loveseat across from you, was Robin, sleeping with her mouth open.

You would’ve laughed had you not been so hungover.

You groaned, glancing at the clock.

11:00 a.m., it said.

Shit, you thought. My mom is going to kill me.

“Psst!” You looked at Robin, scrambling to sit up. “Rob!”

“Mmph,” she grumbled, half-asleep, rolling over on the loveseat.

“I’m going home,” you whispered to her. “I’ll call you later!”

You found your combat boots laid neatly by the front door, side by side.

You puzzled.

You never laid your shoes neatly like that–you always threw them haphazardly by the door. So much so that your mom always gave you hell about it. And Robin was even more messy than you. So, who had brought you home last night?

You tried to think back, but found you couldn’t remember anything past nearly vomiting on Eddie’s shoes.

Eddie.

You had nearly forgotten. What had happened after you vomited last night? You couldn’t remember.

You felt your stomach drop.

Oh god, had you said something?

You felt your stomach turn from something other than the alcohol.

Did you say something to him? You paled at the thought. The thought of it all coming to light like that. The thought of it coming to light at all.

Shit, shit, shit.

You needed to fix this. Or rather, find out if there was something to fix.

Picking up your speed, you sped-walked to your own house, two doors down from Robin’s, earning you a concerned look from Ms. Eldstrom across the street.

You didn’t care though—nothing else was running through your mind. The thought of your own bed and pain reliever and good sleep had worn off. Now, all you cared about was calling Eddie and fixing whatever damage you’d done.

- - -

You sighed, receiver to your ear, the tone droning through the top.

After an apologetic explanation to your mother, you’d gotten away with a minor lecture before she was off to work. You’d showered, changed, and practically run to the phone.

“Pick up, pick up, pick up,” you mumbled.

You huffed, ready to give up, before you heard the familiar click.

“Hello?” His voice was unmistakable, even through the phone.

“Eddie?”

There was a pause on the other end of the line.

“Yeah?”

“It’s me.”

“Yeah, I got that,” he joked half-heartedly. The usual jovial lilt wasn’t present in his voice. “You just waking up?”

“Yeah,” you said sheepishly. “I just came home from Rob’s. Did you help me home last night?”

“You don’t remember?” Eddie sounded surprised, and your heart leapt.

What had happened?

“Uh, no,” you said into the receiver. “Whatever was in that jungle juice did the trick.”

“Hmm,” Eddie hummed.

“But hey,” you tried to lighten the mood. “We can cross that off the list now.”

“Yeah.”

There was another pause as you waited for him to continue. Okay, something was definitely up with him.

You inhaled sharply.

“So, uh, do you wanna hang out later?”

“Huh,” Eddie laughed on the other line. “And what? We can’t cross much off the list on a Saturday.”

“Oh…” you trailed off. “I didn’t mean for the list… I just meant as… friends.”

It sounded like a question. You mentally kicked yourself. God, that was so stupid. Of course he would think this was just for the list.

“Oh,” Eddie sounded surprised. “Okay, of course.”

“So you’re free later?”

“Uhm, not exactly,” Eddie sounded dejected. “I’ve got work.”

“Work?” You snorted. “Since when do you work?”

“Well, not work, sales.” He stressed. “You know.”

“Oh,” you stated. “Work.”

“Work.”

A drug deal, duh. You’d nearly forgotten about Eddie’s side hustle.

“Okay,” you sighed. “Another time then.”

“Wait!” Eddie rushed into the phone. “I’ll be done around..eight? Wanna come over after? Maybe watch a movie?”

“Sure,” you smiled into the receiver. “That sounds good.”

“Good. I’ll see you then.”

“Ok,” you said. “And Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“I'm sorry about getting so drunk last night. That couldn’t have been fun for you.”

There was another pause—one you could cut with a knife—and you wondered if you’d said something wrong.

“Yeah,” Eddie laughed mirthlessly on the other end. “It’s alright, sweetheart. It’s what I’m here for.”

Your heart sank at his tone. It was resigned and almost.. sad?

What the hell could have happened to have made such a switch in him? You weren’t sure, but tonight you would find out. You’d beat it out of him if you had to.

“Okay. See you tonight.”

“See ya.”

- - -

It was freezing when you walked up to the trailer, the warm light from the lamp shining down on you in the snow.

It was snowy. The winter weather had kept away for most of November and December, but had come in fast in the past week. The result was about twelve inches of snow on the ground and more coming from the sky in thick flurries.

You blew warm air into your hands before sighing and knocking again, a little more frantically this time.

“C’mon, Eddie—“

Your chattering was cut off by Eddie swinging the door open. You jumped.

“Hey!” He said, moving aside and waving you in. “Hey, sorry. I was in the bathroom. Come in, it’s freezing.”

“You’re telling me,” you said as you shuffled into the entryway.

You shook off your wet scarf and shrugged out of your jacket before hanging it on the hook by the door. You kicked off your shoes like you’d done the few times before when you’d been over to the trailer.

He was wearing grey sweatpants and a Metallica Kill ‘Em All t-shirt that was obviously a few years old. It was faded and had a hole in the collarbone. The sleeves and shoulders stretched sinfully over his chest. God was testing you, you were sure of it.

“Get over here okay?” Eddie asked, walking over to the kitchen. He opened a cabinet, pulling out two mugs and walking over to a coffee pot, half full with steaming coffee. “It’s coming down out there.”

“I biked.”

There was a silence.

“You what?”

“I biked over; it’s not too far—“

“Jesus, sweetheart!” Eddie handed you a cup of coffee with cream, pressing his hands over yours once you’d taken hold of the mug. “You’re freezing. You’re lucky you didn’t get frostbite.”

“You’re dramatic.”

“So I’ve been told,” he cast you a look before retrieving his own cup from the kitchen counter. “I’ll drive you back. No way am I letting you bike home in this.”

You rolled your eyes half-heartedly, touched by his concern.

“Fine. But only because I nearly froze my ass off out there.”

“Glad we can agree on something,” he leaned toward you teasingly. You playfully nudged him. “You got any ideas for what’s next on the list? I’m pretty sure all we have left is ‘get a boyfriend’—“

“Oh god, stop right there.” You covered your face with your hands.

“What?” Eddie asked. “You put it on the list.”

“And I’m regretting it, too.”

“Oh please,” he pulled your hands from your face. “Really, it’s fine. Besides, I saw you crossed something out next to it. If you want, we could do whatever that was—“

Oh god, you thought as you remembered what you’d almost included on your bucket list.

“No.” You covered up the hard tone you used with a cough. “No, that’s fine. Forget that.”

“Oh come on, it can’t be that bad.”

“Eds—“

“I mean, really you’re like one of my best friends anyway—“

“Eddie.” You stopped him and he looked at you expectantly. “It’s okay.”

“Come on, will you please tell me?”

“Not tonight,” you shook your head at him, willing your blush to go away.

“Hmm, so maybe another time?”

“Maybe.”

His eyes held yours for a moment, wry and scrutinizing. He was trying to guilt it out of you, you knew it, but you wouldn’t budge. You were already going to embarrass yourself enough tonight anyway, the last thing you needed was to add another thing.

“So,” you got up, walking toward the couch. “What’s on the docket for tonight?”

“Hm,” Eddie got up, following you in. “I got a few things from Family Video, but I have some stuff in the cabinet too if you wanna look through those.”

You hummed, getting up to kneel in front of the T.V. The T.V. stand held a variety of VHS tapes. There were the few that were obviously Wayne’s—old westerns and golden age movies—and then there was the majority of the others which belonged to Eddie.

You grabbed a stack of what looked like horror flicks and began looking through them.

“Did you run into Robin at Family Video?” You asked, moving a Halloween VHS to the bottom of the stack.

“No,” Eddie hummed from behind you. “She wasn’t in.”

“How about Steve? I think he was on shift.”

There was a pause, the only sound being the heating unit humming in the background.

You sucked in a sharp breath, hands skimming to a stop over the VHS tapes.

Was that what this was about? Steve?

Of course it was. Eddie had told you how uncomfortable Steve made him, and you’d left him at the party anyway. You were such an awful friend. You’d gone and gotten drunk, while Eddie—

“Yeah,” he coughed. “Harrington was there. That was awkward as hell.”

You turned around, eyebrows scrunched together in apology.

“I’m sorry.” You said. “I didn’t mean for it to be like that.”

“What?” Eddie looked at you confusedly from his place on the couch.

“Steve.” You said, and Eddie looked down. “He makes you uncomfortable and I left you there with him the other night. I’m sorry, I—“

“Wait.” Eddie put his hands out. “What are you talking about?”

“Last night,” you sat cross legged in front of him. “I left you with Steve. And then I got drunk and whatever I said, Eddie, I’m sorry, I don’t remember any of it.”

“Sweetheart, what are you talking about?” Somewhere during your word-vomit, Eddie had walked over to you and sat in front of you. His hands found your shoulders.

“Please,” he continued. “I’m not scared of Steve Harrington. You didn’t do anything wrong. We went to that party to get drunk, and that’s what you did. Why would I be mad at you for that?”

You blanched.

“You’re not mad at me?”

“You wouldn’t be here if I was mad at you.”

“Then why have you been acting so strange?”

Eddie blinked, taken aback. His brown eyes darted from you to the rings on his hands.

“I haven’t.”

“You’re shit liar.”

Eddie scoffed.

“C’mon, Eds,” you pushed. “The looks, the freakin’ silences? Since when do we have awkward silences?”

“Look,” he stood up, hands on his hips. “It’s nothing, okay? It’s none of my business.”

You followed him standing up in pursuit. He’d begun to pace back and forth across the living room.

“What? What isn’t your business?”

“Nothing, just—“

“Just what?”

“You and Steve!” He stopped suddenly and whirled around to face you. You stumbled, realizing how close the two of you were.

“Me and Steve?” You asked incredulously. “There is nothing going on between me and Steve.”

“I know,” Eddie sighed, hands flopping to his sides. “I saw the way you looked at him last night, making out with that girl.”

You just stared at him. His eyes looked pained, pleading. He looked at you intently as he continued.

“You looked so sad.” Eddie gave you a knowing look. “You’re into him—a blind man could see it. And I guess—“

He cut himself off, shaking his head.

“You guess what?”

“I guess—I couldn’t look at that. You sad, bent out of shape over someone else.”

Your heart stuttered.

Someone else, he said. Did that mean…?

You started.

“Eddie, what?”

He furrowed his eyebrows.

“And then when you got sick and cried? I couldn’t handle that. Especially when that idiot couldn’t see what he had right in front of him—“

“I do not have feelings for Steve. I never have.” You interrupted, taking a step closer to him. “The reason I was crying last night was because I was drunk and I couldn’t find you.”

“You…”

You went out on a limb and grabbed his wrist, running your thumb over the inside.

“The only thing I cared about that night was that it was you holding my hair back.”

Eddie looked at you in disbelief.

“Are you saying…”

“Eddie,” you sighed.

You didn’t know what it was—maybe it was the coffee or the snow or the adrenaline that came from being this close to him—but whatever it was, it made you put it all on the table.

You pressed your hand to his chest as he looked at you with wide eyes. He was on bated breath, hanging on your every word.

“I have been absolutely pathetic over you since August when Ms Taylor assigned my seat next to yours.”

He opened his mouth to reply before closing it again, seemingly at a loss for words. His brows scrunched together and made a concerned wrinkle between them.

“You aren’t fucking with me?”

“Eddie—“

“Because if you’re fucking with me and this is some joke, that would be—“

Your cheeks heated up and embarrassment flooded your chest.

Oh god, you thought. He doesn’t feel the same way.

Abort mission, abort mission, abort mission—

You scrambled, backing away and dropping your hands from him.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—you don’t have to say anything. I’ll just go—“

His arm on your waist cut you off.

With decisiveness, Eddie pulled you to his chest, one arm snaking around your waist and the other to your wrist. Before you could get a word in edgewise, his lips were on yours, soft and insistent.

He pressed them to yours firmly in a chaste kiss before he pulled back.

“I’ve wanted to do that for months,” he whispered to you. “You have no idea.”

You sighed and pressed your forehead to his. You shook your head.

“Eddie—“

His lips stopped your words.

This kiss was more insistent, passionate. His soft lips parted yours before his tongue dipped into your mouth. You sighed into it, bending into him. Your arms, which had been idle at your sides, ran up his arms and into his hair.

When your fingers scratched his scalp, Eddie moaned, a sound from deep in his throat, and jerked against you.

You giggled and pulled back, nose bumping his. He laughed with you, panting against your mouth.

“Sorry,” he breathed, before kissing the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then your jaw.

“It’s okay—oh,” you moaned when he reached the spot under your jawbone that made you weak in the knees.

Eddie hummed before honing in on the spot with his teeth.

“Ha,” you grabbed at his shoulder, your other hand going to the back of his neck.

“There?” He asked against the skin of your neck. You nodded absentmindedly, pulling his face back to yours.

He tasted like coffee and cigarettes and something sweet and uniquely Eddie. Your chest stuttered as he returned your kiss with enthusiasm.

He hummed, the vibrations tickling your lips as he kissed you deeper. His hands found your waist as he began to walk you backwards toward the couch.

You were overwhelmed—the sensation of Eddie against you and the confusion of walking backwards getting to you making you lose your footing.

Your mouth was separated from Eddie’s as you tripped over the stack of VHS tapes you’d gotten out only minutes earlier. You slipped, almost falling, before one of Eddie’s arms grabbed you full around the waist. You gasped, hands grabbing his forearms.

“Woah, woah,” he breathed into your mouth. “I got ya, I got ya.”

You nodded as he steadied you. He pressed a closed-mouthed kiss to your lips before pressing another one to your nose, then another to your cheekbone.

“C’mere,” he said, falling backwards on the couch.

Awkwardly, you straddled his knees, leaving some space between your chest and his. Your own hands sat idle on your thighs.

Eddie tentatively gripped your waist and brought you closer to him, before pressing a deep kiss to your mouth. His tongue teased the entrance of your mouth as he pulled your hips flush with his. He separated for a moment.

“This okay?” He asked, hands smoothing up your sides. You gripped his shoulders, out of breath with the sensation of having him here, so close to you. So warm, firm, pulsing and alive.

“Uh huh,” you nodded against his lips. “Just,” you paused as he moved open-mouthed kisses down your jaw and neck. “Just haven’t done this much.”

Eddie snorted into your neck.

“Yeah, alright.”

“No, really,” you breathed, only half-coherent. You were drunk on his scent. “I—I have only kissed one person. If I’m doing something wrong or—or weird, you gotta tell me.”

You were practically panting, grinding down on his obvious erection that poked through his sweatpants. Eddie paused, hands halting your hips’ movement.

“Wait,” he pulled back, hair crazed and eyes wide dazed. “You’re serious?”

“Uh,” you gulped, still catching your breath. “Is that okay?”

You let your hands drop from his shoulders to your thighs. Eddie Immediately grabbed them and pressed them to his chest.

“Y-Yeah, princess.” He pressed a short, deep kiss to your lips. “That’s perfectly fine. I just—I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Sorry,” you said lamely.

Eddie smiled at you, before kissing your nose lightly.

“Don’t be,” he pressed another kiss to your jawline. From here, you could smell his shampoo from his still-damp hair. It was addicting. “That just means this will be so much more fun.”

You sighed, his lips moving further down your neck. He stopped, focusing on a spot at the base of your throat and sucking. Unable to stop yourself, your hands went to his hair, gripping the curls.

He moaned into your neck, before nipping sharply at the spot.

You jerked in his lap as a jolt of pleasure tan through you. The noise you let out was something between a moan and squeak. You felt your cheeks heat up.

“Didn’t like that?” He asked, pressing a kiss to the spot.

“No,” you breathed. “I think I liked that a little too much.”

“Mmm,” he hummed, before going back to work. You sighed, and before you could even think about stopping yourself, the words started coming.

“God, Eddie,” you groaned, scratching his scalp. “Thought about this.”

Eddie’s hips jerked against you. He pulled away from your neck and peered up at you, eyes glassy.

“Yeah?” He pressed a kiss to your sternum. “What did you think about, baby?”

You moaned at the nickname. You felt him smirk against you.

“Oh, you liked that.”

You nodded. His lips trailed the hem of your shirt. “Tell me, baby. What did you think about?”

“You,” you said. “Your—your hands, your lips, your—your nose.”

They just came rushing out; you couldn’t stop. Eddie chuckled and you felt your cheeks heat ag your admission. He sucked at a spot on the top of your breast.

“Oh, you’re dirty.”

You nodded absentmindedly. His hands ran up your sides and under your shirt. His fingertips skated there hesitantly.

“Can I?” He asked, only a little bit aprehensive.

You reached for the bottom of your shirt, not even bothering with a response. Wordlessly, you threw it over your head.

For a moment, Eddie just stared at your bra-clad chest, big brown eyes unreadable. Your mouth went dry and you looked anywhere but him.

Maybe this wasn’t a good idea, you thought self-consciously, your arms moving to cross in front of you.

“Um,” you began, before his hands on your forearms stopped you.

“No, wait,” he gulped, eyes not leaving your chest. “Sun just—a bit starstruck.”

You sat there, watching him ogle your breasts before he tentatively placed his cande above them.

“Can—can I?”

You nodded, pressing his hands to you without thinking.

His heavy palms met your clothed chest and a broken sound left the back of Eddie’s throat. He palmed them, a pained look on his face as you sat in his lap.

“Oh my god,” he muttered. “I can’t believe this is happening to me. I can’t believe this is happening to me—“

“What?’ You breathlessly chuckled. Eddie pressed his forehead to your sternum, lightly squeezing your breasts in his hands.

“Can’t believe this is happening,” he pressed a kiss there. “Don’t deserve this, don’t deserve you.”

“Eddie—“

“Must’ve been a saint in a past life,” he mumbled, sucking a hickey to the top of your breast.

“Mm,” you mumbled, running a hand through his hair.

“Musta been a saint to get this.” He kissed your neck again. “God, you feel so good. So soft and warm and—-you smell so good, how do you always smell so good?”

“Don’t—don’t know.”

You were half coherent at this point, breathing out half-formed responses. Your whole body sang Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. All you could think about were his hands, his lips, his voice.

You were convinced that now that you’d had this small taste of him, you’d never be able to go back.

“Wanna make you feel good, sweetheart,” he pulled back to look you in the eye. “You gonna let me make you feel good?”

You met his glossy eyes and nodded, hanging on his every word.

“Okay,” he smiled, kissing your cheek. “Okay, sweetheart.”

“But, wait,” your hands met his shoulders. “What do I do? I don’t know what to do.”

“Hm,” he chuckled. “Who’s the tutor now?”

You lightly pushed his shoulder.

“Eddie, I’m serious!” You furrowed your eyebrows. “I don’t wanna mess up—“

“Shh, shh, okay, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He kissed your forehead. “You don’t have to do anything. Just sit there, perfect, just like now.”

You sucked in a breath and nodded.

“Okay.”

“Okay,” he kissed you deeply before pulling back and whispering against your lips. “I’m gonna unbutton your pants now, okay?”

You nodded, your body tingling when you felt his nimble fingers against the zipper of your jeans.

“If you wanna stop at any point, tell me.”

You nodded again, before gasping when you felt the metal of his rings against the bottom of your belly. You jerked, unintentionally grinding your hips more into his. You felt his erection throbbing against your center.

“Oh, shit,” his hand retreated. “Sorry, I’ll take these off—“

“Wait!”

You grabbed his hands, eyes wide all of a sudden. He looked at you confusedly.

“Can you… keep them on?”

He looked at you for a moment before a glint lit up his eyes.

“Yeah?” He pulled you closer so there was almost no space between you. His large hands took ahold of your ass and squeezed. “You think about that? My rings?”

You gulped and nodded.

“Hm, okay,” he pressed a filthy kiss to your throat. “The rings stay on.”

When his fingers parted you, you were almost embarrassed by how slick you’d become, but any insecurity you had vanished when Eddie moaned brokenly into your neck.

“Mm, all this for me?”

“Y-yeah, Eddie,” you sighed.

“Good,” he nipped your throat. “Shit, that’s it.”

You mewled, grinding against his hand. “Let go. Take what you need, go on.”

You listened, audibly moaning when he pressed down on your nub.

You gasped, pressing kisses to his neck.

“Eddie, please,” you moaned, nails digging into his shoulder.

Underneath you, he had begun rutting against your hips mindlessly, gasping.

“That’s it, baby. Let go. That’s it, that’s it.”

It happened all at once. You clenched your eyes closed as you released, legs shaking around Eddie’s hips. Your hearing went fuzzy for a moment and you were sure you made the most embarrassing noise when you came. But if Eddie cared, he gave no indication. He only held you as you came down.

“Oh my god,” you panted when you came out of your haze .

“Oh my god,” Eddie repeated, somehow sounding more out of breath than you.

You caught your breath for a minute, before looking into his wide eyes. Instead of finding the confidence there that you usually did, you found apprehension. His wide brown eyes stared into yours. You surged foreword and kissed him more enthusiastically than you ever had.

“Mm,” he made a noise of surprise.

When you pulled back, you looked at him earnestly.

“I want you to know that I meant it,” you spit out. “I’ve been like, obsessed with you since August. You never had to convince me to tutor you because I would have anyway. I just wanted to spend time with you, I’m just—-not good at this kind of thing.”

Eddie looked at you sincerely, eyebrows scrunched, before laughing a little.

You furrowed your brows, confused, as he laughed, pressing his head into your shoulder. He pressed a kiss to your collarbone before pulling back and grabbing your face.

“Princess,” he sounded wrecked. “I’ve had a crush on you since your freshman year of high school when you let me borrow a pencil in Mr. Ortiz’s class.”

You blinked, dumb-founded.

All these years, Eddie had been pining for you—passing you in the halls and acting like he didn’t see you—and he hadn’t done a thing?

“But,” you blinked. “You never said anything.”

“Because I thought you hated me,” he leaned toward you.

“I didn’t!”

“I know that now,” he said. “But at the time it just seemed like the best option to…”

“Suffer in silence?”

“Yeah,” he cracked a smile.

You reached up and brushed an unruly curl from his forehead. He pressed his cheek into your hand and closed his eyes.

You smiled, before starting.

“Oh my god, Eddie.”

He hummed

“What about you?”

“What?”

“What about you?” You asked. “You didn’t… finish.”

Eddie looked at you sheepishly, palming your hips.

“Uh, about that… I did.”

“What? No, you—“

“Honey,” he looked you in the eyes. “I definitely did.”

Oh. You realized, and noticed his very obvious lack of a hard-on in his pants.

Your cheeks heated up before you felt a surge of satisfaction course through you. Yeah. You did that.

“So… about the bucket list.” You changed the subject.

“Fuck the bucket list,” he laughed, pulling you closer.

“Really?” You laughed with him.

“Uh, yes really. If you think I’m helping you get a boyfriend after that, you’re fucking wrong.”

“Hm, maybe we can find another way to cross it off…”

He smirked.

“That can be arranged.”

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