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Times I Remember Well

(and Some That I Don’t)

Part 3

author’s note: Thank you for reading this ridiculous story. Now for the good stuff.

pairing: female!OCxjake

time frame: 2016-2018

word count: almost 7.8k this part

warnings: language, underage drinking (implied), mentions of sex and sexual situations, nudity, oral (m. and f. receiving), unprotected penetrative sex

You know how most people’s lives change pretty drastically when they move away for college?

What, were you expecting me to claim that I was different, special in some way?

I’m not.

If you’re wondering, Sam and I were fine. I guess he’d matured enough to keep speaking to me when he found out I’d almost fucked his brother. I was still immature enough to give him a classic three day long silent treatment over the whole Sam said he thought you were fucking that guy you dated thing.

I even made him agree to never bring me up to Jake again. Ever.

Anyway, my first semester of college kind of kicked my ass. I was smart enough, but I couldn’t decide on a major and it made the whole experience feel like a waste of time. I didn’t meet anyone worth much of my effort to get to know, and I spent a lot of nights alone in my dorm room. I barely even liked my roommate. Meanwhile, Sam was at home breezing through his last year of high school and preparing to actually go on tour.

Like a real tour. It was my worst nightmare. And I had to hear all about it when I came home for winter break.

But he was excited, of course he was. And I was proud of him. And Josh, and Danny. I couldn’t bring myself to have positive feelings for Jake. After he’d rejected and embarrassed me (again), I’d run off to school determined to lose my v-card to literally anyone who’d never been to Frankenmuth or heard of their band. Fortunately for me, almost no one had heard of either.

So, I did. And Matthew Nowak had been a very cursory and lazy fuck, but he got the job done. I mean, he popped the cherry or whatever, he didn’t make me come, and I never gave him another opportunity to try.

I almost didn’t even go home for Christmas, my dad had been begging me to come see him, but I knew if I didn’t go home, I might never see my best friend again.

Was that a little dramatic? Sure, but the dates for tour were going to start around my birthday, before he even graduated, and he wouldn’t be home for the entire summer. There were talks of getting signed, to a fucking label. Releasing their music to the world. Jake’s dreams were coming true and he was stealing my best fucking friend from me.

He really was an asshole.

I went back to school in the spring a little sad, nostalgic for a time when things were easy and fun, and I always had a weekend smoke sesh in the Kiszka garage to look forward to. There was nothing for me to look forward to in Ann Arbor. Until I met Soph.

Sophie and I were paired up within the first few days of one of our classes, and thank God we were. We clicked instantly, she was almost like a female version of Sam with even better hair.

She got me out of my slump, out of my dorm room and out of my own head.

As we started hanging out more outside of class, we learned about each other’s lives at home, and she let me talk endlessly about Sam. About moving away from Traverse and finding the best friend I’d ever had, growing up with him, becoming an adult at his side.

I don’t remember exactly when it happened, but eventually I ran out of stories and didn’t feel the need to talk about him much anymore.

For a few months, we worked hard and partied harder, and I felt more and more like myself, or my new self, with her help. My new self must have been putting out certain vibes that attracted attention, because I wasn’t hurting for it. Not that I really had back home, but home had narrowed my view, the Kiszkas my whole world. Even when I did date boys, Sam was there to tell me he didn’t like them, then Josh was there shining brighter than the sun, blinding me to them.

Then Jake was there. Ruining me for everyone else, just by existing.

In Ann Arbor, Soph had the opposite effect. Every guy was cute, cute enough to talk to, flirt with, party with. A select few were hot enough to make out with, let them touch our bodies, we would touch theirs. Dance with them, let them pull us close, throw our arms around them and tell them to take us somewhere quieter.

There was that one time, I’d gone back to this guy’s dorm and he’d put a playlist on shuffle. Ya know, so we wouldn’t be heard. And right before I put his dick in my mouth, fucking Highway Tune started playing.

Instant no. I left him there with a hard-on and zero promises of returning.

But anyway, Soph and I had fun every weekend, studied every weeknight. By the end of the second semester, we’d decided on my major, and made sure we would share more classes in the fall.

When summer break rolled around, we spent the first half with her family in Grand Rapids and the second, reluctantly, with my mom. Home was weird without Sam, but he was off galavanting across the U.S. Communication between us had been sparse, though he did call me once every few weeks to fill me in, and let’s be honest, brag. I didn’t mind the bragging, much, but even with how well things were going at school, I’d have given anything to drop it all and be with him.

Even if it meant tolerating Jake.

Life goes on, time keeps on slipping, the wheel in the sky keeps on turning and all that.

College was hard, but Soph and I really buttoned up in the fall. More studying, fewer boys, a little less fun, but Michigan gets cold fast and running wild all over campus didn’t hold the same appeal. We vowed to live it up in the spring, maybe settle down and get some boyfriends. Maybe not.

“Holy shit holy shit!”

We were in the library, Soph across the table from me with wide eyes, laptops, books and notes spread out between us.

“Shhh! What? What the fuck?” She leaned in conspiratorially and I turned my phone around to show her the screen.

“They’re playing in Detroit. They’re coming home!”

“Will you be quiet? Who, Sam’s band?”

That made me laugh every time. I always called it Sam’s band, because he would’ve loved it and someone else I knew would have loathed it.

They hadn’t been home in forever, they were hardly even in the states, and when they’d played the Fillmore in the spring I’d been so bogged down with new classes and so much fucking homework, I couldn’t justify leaving campus let alone the city.

But they were coming back, and I’d be on winter break. Sam had sent me their schedule, which I’d thrust into Soph’s hands.

“Aww, reunion! I wish I could go with you.” Her pouty face was unmatched, but she was going with her parents to visit family in Ohio for the holidays. For a moment, that realization made me panic. I wanted to go, needed to see my best friend, but to do it alone? Why did that make me nervous?

Maybe because I hadn’t seen him in two years. Maybe because I hadn’t seen him in more than two. I doubted I’d even get to spend much time with Sam, and I doubted further that I’d be able to get him away from the others.

Not that I wouldn’t want to hang out with Danny, or even Josh. But… well, you know.

I wondered if they were going home for the brief break between Detroit and Seattle, and I made a mental note to ask Sam.

I’d insisted on buying my own ticket to the show, their third added at the Fox after the first two sold out, but Sam wouldn’t hear of it. He set me up with a ticket and access to see them backstage, and I tried not to let it get to my head. It's not like they were famous or anything.

Selling out multiple shows.

I FaceTime’d Sophie so she could help me decide what to wear - I hadn’t put this kind of pressure on an outfit since the night I kissed… yeah, you saw how that went.

We landed on skin tight faux leather pants, an extremely low-cut black and tan floral print top with a fitted bodice and wide, flowy sleeves, and chunky black boots. I planned to top it off with a vintage fur coat Sam and I had found thrifting a few years back. We’d always joked that it originally belonged to the old lady they named their band after.

“Okayyyyy, so what about your underwear?”

I stopped spinning in front of my phone, where I’d been showing Sophie the whole get up.

“What the fuck do you mean, my underwear? Who cares?”

“Babe, it’s a rock show! What if you meet a super hot guy with like, tattoos and a tongue ring that wants to rock your world?” I watched her eyebrows waggle as she stuck her own tongue out at me.

“Yeah I don’t think that’s really their demographic.”

But… an idea started to form. Sexy underwear would make me feel sexy. Who would be irritated to see me, looking and feeling sexy, arguably hotter now than I’d ever been? Who would be downright furious to watch me get a little flirty, a little provocative with another man? Men? His brothers?

Ohhh, Jake Kiszka was gonna kill me. And it was gonna be worth it.

The ticket Sam held for me was in the front fucking row. Of the seats, behind the pit floor, but still. How embarrassing, what if I didn’t know any of the words? I didn’t really listen to their music, not since I was in high school, watching them practice or play at Fischer.

As you can imagine, I didn’t need to worry. Every, single, song was familiar. Songs that they’d written or started writing when Sam was barely fifteen. But the people around me knew them all, better than I did actually.

That was… pretty cool.

I left my seat as the guys were blowing kisses and throwing flowers into the crowd, stopped in a bathroom to check myself out, and followed Sam’s directions to make it backstage. The guys made it there before me, I could hear their excited voices from the hall as a security guard led me to their green room. We slowed as we got closer, and I stopped the guard before we reached the door, composing myself, slipping my coat off, smoothing my hair and controlling my expression.

You should've seen his face when I walked through the doorway, slow clapping and wearing my best deadpan. They all turned their heads in my direction, but his face was the one I sought out.

His cheeks were still flushed from the stage (he honestly goes crazy up there) but he immediately turned so bright pink I hoped his head would explode.

“YOU’RE HERE! Holy shit, you’re here!” Sam rushed at me and instantly my feet were off the ground, he swung me around and I couldn’t help the smile that stretched wide as I laughed with him.

“You’re sweaty! Put me down, idiot!” He dropped me to my feet and grabbed a hand, lifted it above my head and spun me in a circle.

“Look at you, you look hot, T!” His laughter cracked loud and joyous and my heart soared. He didn’t mean anything by it, of course, but he was right and I knew it.

Danny approached me next, taller and even broader than I ever remembered him being, and wrapped me up in another sweaty hug. “Good to see you, did you get tinier?” We laughed and I slapped him away. Then Josh caught my eye, arms crossed over his bare chest under an open black vest and leaning against the vanity, grinning.

I moved toward him and he met me in the middle, opened his arms and threw them around me. He didn’t make fun of me, or comment on the way I looked. Our cheeks were pressed together and he turned his face and dropped a kiss to mine. “We’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you guys too, more than you know.”

He let me go and his grin stretched into a blinding smile. “What’d you think of the show?”

“It was fucking awesome, I can’t believe you guys are like, legit rockstars! Seems like yesterday you were jamming in your garage.” Sam sidled up and threw a long arm over my shoulders.

“To be fair, we didn’t really stop jamming in the garage until last year, T.”

I knew that, I guess. But I’d missed it, and I’d missed the moment my best friend grew up. But this wasn’t the time to get weepy about that. I still had a mission to accomplish.

Turning out of Sam’s hold, I faced him. He no longer looked apoplectic, but his nostrils were flared and his arms were crossed, one hand running a finger across his chin below pursed lips. His focus was distinctly somewhere on the floor, but I walked toward him and watched his eyes connect with my boots and then travel, slowly, all the way up my body.

Get a good look, asshole.

And he did, his gaze lingered for a fraction of a second on my hips, and then again on my chest before it finally met my face.

Say something stupid, I dare you.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

My own eyes rolled in my skull. “Good to see you too, Jacob. How have you been?”

His features twisted in confusion for just a moment before he smoothed them back out. Good.

“Fantastic, living the dream, ya know. How have you been, Tiny?”

“Oh, really good!” I crossed one arm, tucking it under my tits and pushing them up while I twirled a finger through a strand of my hair with the other hand. “I’m majoring in English and Writing and aced all of my finals this past semester. Just really living my best on-campus life. Work hard, play hard and all that.”

It was so satisfying, the way he’d accidentally looked at my chest and then failed to look back at my face until I was done speaking. I swear to you my pussy fluttered when he swallowed, hard, before responding. It was that satisfying.

“That’s- ahem, that’s great. Glad to hear it. Thanks for coming by to say hi or whatever but we need to pack up our gear and head to the hotel.”

Nice try.

“Oh, cool! I’d love to come with you guys, I just miss you all so much.” His face started turning pink again before I looked over my shoulder. “Sammy! Can I come with and hang out at the hotel? Just for a little bit?” I whipped my head back, my hair swinging with it, to see his face before Sam even answered.

I wanted to see if steam came out of his ears.

“Fuck yeah! You can crash with me if you want!”

One corner of my mouth lifted and curled. “Perfect!”

I regret to inform you that no steam came out. But I think it was pretty close.

When I pulled in at the hotel, I texted Sam and he told me they were in the lobby so I flipped my visor down, checked my face and fluffed my hair. After a deep breath, I got out of the car and made my way inside.

The hotel wasn’t anything too ritzy, and I figured despite it all, they weren’t that famous. Sam still looked and sounded like the best friend I’d grown up with, though there was something about him that had become more attractive. All of them actually exuded more… sex appeal?

Ugh, musicians.

My timing was pretty good, I entered the building in time to catch them getting in the elevator, Jake being the last left in the lobby. But we caught each other’s eye and instead of walking on, he backed up a step. The doors closed and the elevator rose without him.

He stood there, hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans, and waited for me to reach him. When I did, he spoke before I could.

“What are you doing here, T?”

I painted confusion on my face instead of the pure gratification I actually felt. “Visiting my friends? What are you-“

“Cut the bullshit. It’s unbecoming.”

Okay, that was a little wrinkle in my plan. I hadn’t even started shamelessly flirting with anyone yet and he was already cursing at me. I doubled down.

“I came to see them, Jake.” I pressed the button to call the elevator back down and crossed my arms.

“And what about me?”

“What about you?” Just as I glanced up, feigning more interest in the LED display of numbers as the elevator came down than this conversation, he stepped closer and gripped my arm. Pulled me closer.

It felt familiar.

“I’m not buying it. Come on.” The elevator dinged and the doors opened to an empty car, but he was already pulling me down a hall toward a stairwell door. It swung open as he shoved through it, yanked me through and pushed me ahead of him, and it slammed shut behind us.

The stairwell was silent, our breathing was amplified and bounced off the walls. His voice made me flinch.

“Third floor. Go.”

Four flights of stairs and two landings separated me from their room. That was fine, I could do it.

Except he stayed behind me the entire time and didn’t speak a word. By the time I pushed the door to the third floor open, my nerves were fried and I was still trying to discern his reasoning for taking the stairs. If he had yelled at me or pushed me to the wall and kissed me in the stairwell, it would’ve made more sense. Instead, he placed a hand low on my back and led me down a deserted hallway to room 307. I breathed a shaky sigh of relief, ready to abandon the plan completely and run to Sam, use him as a personal human shield for the rest of the night.

But he pulled a key card out of his pocket and slid it into the lock, and the heavy door opened to a dark, empty room.

Jake stepped inside and flicked on a light, holding the door open for me. I didn’t move.

“Jake, what-“

“Get in here, we need to talk.”

It sounded like a terrible idea, I hadn’t come here to talk. I came to spend time with Sam and do enough harmless flirting with the guys to drive Jake crazy.

“No. Where are the guys?”

He just stared at me for a tense few seconds before he sighed impatiently. “In Sam and Danny’s room.”

“And which room would that be, exactly? I’ll just go knock-“

“Please.”

I know, I know. Did he really have to go and ask nicely?

“Fine, you know what? You have five minutes then I’m the fuck out of here.” He had the nerve to give me a tight-lipped smile, lift his palm and wave me in as I started to pass him and head into the room. Then he let the door swing shut.

We were alone.

The room was pretty standard, two queen-size beds, a table and two chairs. Not exactly rockstar shit. I tossed my coat onto the closest bed.

“You want a drink?”

I dropped into a chair, crossed my legs and folded my hands over my knee. “No, I don’t. What did you need to talk to me about? You have four minutes.”

He pulled a White Claw out of the mini fridge, popped the tab and sat at the end of the bed closest to me. After a swig from the can, he leaned forward and propped his elbows on his knees.

“Three minutes.”

“Jesus, give it a rest, T.” He pinned me with a glare and my eyes widened. “Don’t. Don’t act all affronted because you’re not getting your way, I’m sick of it.”

“I don’t know what you mean, I-“

“Stop! Tell me why you’re really here.”

“To see Sam! I told you-“

He stood from the bed, leaned across me and slammed the can onto the table. I jumped in my seat, but then he bent down and gripped the arms of the chair on either side of me. Right in my face, he ripped me to shreds.

“I’m tired of this, T. Since day one, everything has always had to be all about you, your feelings, your stupid ideas, your fucking games.”

That was ridiculous and it straightened my spine, I sat up taller and put us nose to nose, but he didn’t stop.

“How many times have you come between us and Sam? Pitted us against each other? Run away when you didn’t get your way, with one of us or all of us?”

With a huff, he pushed himself away from me but now I was ready for a fight. Launching from the chair, my body followed his. “And what about you, Jake? You spent years fucking with me, leading me on, just to humiliate me over and over again!”

“Is that really what you think?!” We were squared up now, hands flailing as we yelled in each other's faces. “I didn’t do shit, and you spent years avoiding me, making me feel awkward and unwelcome in my own house because God forbid I ever be in the presence of such a self-entitled, delicate fucking princess!”

“Oh, you fucking prick. Fuck you-“

“So eloquent, that’s really lovely Tiny.”

You already know that he said that on purpose.

“Don’t. Call. Me. That.” I was fuming, the steam was probably coming out of my ears, and that pissed me off further. Everything about this was infuriating, my night completely off-railed, my time with my friends ruined. I was done.

I threw my hands up and then put them on his shoulders, with all intention to shove him out of my way and walk out of the room with some part of my dignity intact, for once.

But that’s not exactly what happened.

Because once I touched him, the tension reached a breaking point. And boy did it break.

Before I could push him away, his arms were around me, his hands spread across my back, and he pulled me in.

Yep, he was kissing me.

Our mouths slammed together and all the anger, all the fury, combusted between them.

My own hands betrayed me and shot from a grip on his shoulders to a grip in the hair at the back of his head, still slightly damp from sweat or a shower at the venue, I had no idea. And I didn’t care.

He ravaged my lips until they felt bruised, opened them with his and forced our tongues to battle for dominance, sucked the air from my lungs until I couldn’t breathe. I pulled away to drag some back in but he hardly gave me the chance, tugging me back in to kiss my lips, bite my jaw, murmuring between the attacks.

“Why are you really here…”

His hands slid up my back and sunk into my hair, pulled my head to the side so he could continue his attack on my neck, my throat.

“Say it, the truth.”

My brain was in shut down, I forgot what words were and how to make them. His teeth reminded me, scraping along my skin.

“You. For you.”

His lips closed over mine again and he was moving me, two steps backward and we turned, the back of my knees hit the bed where he’d been sitting. Our mouths broke apart, our hands fell away. The sound of our breathing, fast and uneven, thundered between us.

“I’m not gonna stop this time, T.”

My heart stumbled over its next few beats.

“I don’t want you to.”

We fell back into silence as he reached forward and slid his hands up underneath my shirt, rough fingertips pushing the fabric up over my ribs, my chest, I lifted my arms and let him pull it over my head and shook my hair out as he let it drop to the floor.

There was just enough light coming from the only one he’d flicked on, and the moonlight spilling through the uncovered window, that I saw his nostrils flare. His eyes trailed over my lace and silk covered chest before meeting mine.

“You’re so beautiful,” My breath caught, I held it. “I’ve never told you how beautiful you are.”

I couldn’t speak, emotion squeezing my throat, the words I’d always wanted to hear from him tightening every muscle in my body. So instead, I mirrored his actions and tucked my fingers under the hem of his t-shirt. Soft, heated skin met my touch and I flattened my palms over his hips, up over his stomach and I swear he trembled. Seriously! When they made it to his chest, I could feel the hard, steady beat of his heart, rapid beneath my hand.

Maybe he knew I could feel it, maybe not, but he leaned in and pulled a soft, sweet kiss from my lips before he took over and tugged the shirt over his head.

“Jake…” His chest and stomach were lightly toned and completely flawless, a glimpse of which I’d gotten when he was onstage, shirtless under an open jacket. I wanted to tell him just how perfect I thought he was, he’d always been, but the words wouldn’t come. So I bent my knees and dropped to the bed, the barely there happy trail leading up from the low waist of his pants now directly in front of my face.

I leaned forward and kissed it. A strangled noise came from above me, I smiled against his skin. Then his hand was in my hair and he pulled, forcing my face up. He smirked.

“You ever done this before?”

Asshole.

Blindly I reached for and found the button of his jeans, popped it open and worked his zipper down slowly.

“Please don’t piss me off, or I won’t be nice.”

A chuckle rumbled through his chest. “Just making sure.”

His grip in my hair kept my chin tilted up, eyes locked with his. I peeled the denim over his hips and pulled it down to his knees. Heat rolled off his body in waves, I was dying to look at it, take it all in but there was fire in his stare and I was burning. My fingertips mapped out what I couldn’t see, found the subtle V that led down into his briefs and traced it before I tucked them under the elastic and rolled it down his legs.

Jake Kiszka’s cock bobbed in the air between his hips and my face. Crazy, I know. I wrapped shaky fingers around him, felt how thick and hard he was before I’d even seen it, tried to picture what I could remember from his dark bedroom.

“Fuck, T.” I tightened my grip on him, just a little, stroked him once. His eyes slid shut. “I can’t believe you’re here.” I stroked him again and his grasp on my hair loosened, my chin dropped and there it was. As perfect as the rest of him, his dick was big, the head flushed pink. My mouth watered.

For real.

In that moment, I wondered quickly what he liked, how fast, how slow, how hard? My tongue slid out and tasted him, just the very tip, and he snatched my hair up again. The sting in my scalp made my eyes water and I opened my lips and took him in, wrapped them around him and swirled my tongue over his skin. He whimpered.

I could be remembering that wrong, but I swear he did.

He wanted to take control, I could feel it in the smallest amount of pressure from his knuckles on my scalp, but I wanted to be stubborn. I was tired of the control he seemed to have over every one of our interactions. I released him with a soft pop and his eyes shot open.

“C’monnn,” he groaned. I took my hand off of his dick and pushed him back, he almost stumbled, his legs still trapped in his half-removed jeans. I stood from the bed, spun us around and reversed our positions, then pushed him by the shoulders to sit.

“Patience, Jake, patience.” I flicked the front clasp of my bra open and felt the unrestrained relief as my tits spilled out, then that flutter of satisfaction as his eyes went wide right before going soft and dreamy. What can I say, Jake’s a breast man. “Aht.” He’d reached for them, lifted his hands like he just couldn’t wait to feel them again, but they paused in midair. “I said patience.”

He huffed out a sigh and dropped them, so I continued. Made a little show out of unzipping my boots, sliding them off and peeling the skin-tight material of my pants down my legs. His fingers flexed against his thighs the entire time, clenching into fists and releasing over and over. I waited until I was left in just the lacy thong to instruct him to remove his pants.

His boots were kicked off and denim tossed away in an instant.

And there we were again. Jake, fully bared to me while we stared at each other, my tits out and pussy covered. But this wasn’t going to end the way it did two years ago.

Not if I had anything to say about it.

I dropped to my knees and his legs spread, making room for me to kneel between them. His cock jumped when I touched him, just my fingertips, up his shins and over his kneecaps before I placed my palms flat on his thighs. When I peeked up at him through my lashes, he was staring hard, jaw clenched and nostrils flared again. So I continued to trace my fingers over his skin, further up his thighs, over his hips, up and down his happy trail.

Through gritted teeth, “Baby, please.”

Baby? I was throbbing, slick between my thighs already but that hit me like lightning.

I wrapped a fist around him at the base and took him all the way to the back of my throat.

I had to.

A string of rough curses fell from his lips and a hand tangled in my hair, but I kept my composure, sucking him in and stroking with my fist, letting him sink as deep as I could without choking. His skin was hot velvet on my tongue, I could taste his desire, his need, and I couldn’t help the moan that rippled up my throat around his cock.

“Jesus fuck.” His hips jerked, I gagged around him, he fisted the hair at the back of my head and yanked me off of him. “Get up here.”

Remember how I wanted to maintain the control here? Yeah, I failed.

He used his grip on my head to bring my lips to his, his tongue sweeping in to dance with mine immediately, his hands moving down my body to pull me up and into his lap. I threw my arms around him and rocked into it instantly, his roving hands landing on my ass and pulling me in, his dick rock hard and slick with my spit grinding against my silk-covered pussy.

Just like that, I lost control of my insolent mouth too.

The kiss broke and I rested my forehead on his, my eyes trained on what was happening between our hips. “God… I-“ The head of his cock caught on my clit, I gasped at the feeling. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

Embarrassing, I know. But then… ohh then.

His hands skimmed up my ribs until they were cupping my breasts, thumbs grazing over my nipples.

“I’ve wanted you longer, T. Forever.”

Goosebumps. Literal goosebumps ran up my arms, I shivered, my nipples tightened, and he pulled one into his mouth. He sucked and lapped at it, thumb still moving over the other, and without hesitation he sunk his teeth in.

“Fuck yes, yes yes…”

His tongue circled it again and he released it, pressed a hot and fast kiss to my mouth.

“You still like that, huh?” He chuckled as he opened his lips over the other side. The silk between my legs was soaked, I could feel how easily I was sliding over his cock, and I was getting impatient despite the way I’d reprimanded him hardly ten minutes ago.

“Jake, please…”

He popped off of my nipple and pulled another kiss from my lips, then leaned back and let one corner of his mouth curl up, self-satisfied and cocky.

Still an asshole.

“Please what, baby? Tell me.”

My eyes rolled, even as he tucked his face into the crook of my neck, nipped and licked me there.

“I want you inside, please fuck me.” Self-control, out the window.

“Mmm,” he hummed into my skin, “No.”

Before I could be properly offended, and believe me, I was, he gripped my thighs and hauled me up, then deposited me onto the mattress. Well, tossed me, really. I bounced once, arms and legs flailing, hair falling in my face. By the time I pushed it away and propped myself up on my elbows, he was standing at the foot of the bed, dick in his fist. I opened my mouth to speak, to yell at him or beg him to stick it in, I don’t know, but he was stroking himself, and he moaned. My mouth snapped shut.

“I’m not gonna fuck you,” I scoffed, offended, pissed even. “Yet.” He let himself go and placed his hands on the mattress, then climbed onto the edge of the bed and started crawling towards me.

It was so fucking hot. His cheeks were flushed, his hair wild from my hands, his eyes dark. I backed away, moving up the bed until my shoulders met the headboard. He didn’t stop coming, and I didn’t want him to. Instinctively, my knees bent and my legs fell open, inviting him in. But he didn’t settle there, when his hands reached me, he grabbed me by the calf and threw my leg over his shoulder on his way down.

His mouth opened over damp silk and I cried out, his name or God’s, I’m not sure, but his lips and tongue were moving against me and I may have blacked out. I came to when one of his hands skimmed up my inner thigh, and he broke away long enough to slip two fingers under the material and tug it aside.

Jake Kiszka’s tongue was on my actual, bare pussy.

My shoulders sagged against the headboard as I reached for him, burying my fingers in his already tangled and unruly hair, our eyes met and he dragged his tongue over me again and again.

“Shit, you were right, this is better,” I panted. He smiled against my cunt and I felt it. I smiled too.

My cheeks hurt I was smiling so hard, until he laser-focused his attention to my clit. His lips wrapped around it and he sucked it past them, my jaw dropped.

“Oh, oh my God, oh my God!” He was good at this. Too good. The beginnings of an orgasm were already swirling, tightening in my belly, making my toes tingle. The tip of his tongue moving against me until he opened his mouth over me again, and I felt it plunge inside me. The sounds I was making were unholy but I had no shame, I couldn’t feel anything other than need. I needed to scream, I needed to come, I needed him.

He brought a hand up around my thigh and ran his thumb over my folds, licking himself as he lapped at me, then swirled it over my clit as his tongue fucked me. Before I could even moan, two fingers from his other hand replaced his tongue inside me.

“Jake!”

His head tilted and he pressed his lips against my thigh, kissed it and grinned. “Yes?” Fingers everywhere, filling me and fucking me, circling the most sensitive part of me - I forgot what I wanted to say, if I had even wanted to. Instead I pulled his mouth back, he slid his thumb away and flicked his tongue against me.

“Yessss, yes just like that, please!” I let my eyes close and stars were already dancing behind my lids, I was close, so close, and I told him so. I moaned it and his fingers plunged deep and curled. I screamed it and he sucked my clit back into his mouth.

I came hard, nails dug into his scalp, bucking my hips against his face, screaming his name.

It was unreal. College guys had nothing, fucking nothing, on him.

Before my muscles had even relaxed, he lifted his head from between my thighs and moved up my body, his fingers still pumping slowly inside me as he kissed my hip, my stomach, my breast on his way up to my mouth. He tasted like me when my tongue touched his, and he eased his fingers from my body.

“Absolutely fucking stunning, breathtaking.”

His breath was taken? I still couldn’t breathe, my chest continued to heave as he left the bed, taking my panties down my legs with him, and I could barely lift my head to see what he was doing. My eyes closed and I felt the mattress dip with his weight as he returned and settled on his heels between my legs, still splayed open. I cracked an eyelid and found him watching me, wrapped condom held between his fingers.

Under his gaze, I shifted down until my head rested on the pillows, spreading my legs wider, pussy presented to him on a silver fucking platter.

This was happening. There was absolutely no way this was not happening. Not this time.

“Now, Jake.” Unrecognizable, my voice had a distinct sex kitten-like quality that I loved as soon as it hit my ears. He must have loved it too, because his dick twitched and he gripped it. I reached up and snatched the condom from his fingers, tore it open and started rolling it on while his eyes bugged out and his jaw fell slack.

“Jesus, not your first time, huh?” My hand replaced his around him and I stroked, he leaned over me and I guided the head to my center, moved it through the slick pool of arousal there. He paused, poised to enter me, and met my eyes.

“I’m pretty much out of firsts, Jake.”

His eyes closed, his hips rocked forward, and he pushed just past my opening, the tip not even fully inside me.

I tilted my own hips up, he slipped a fraction of an inch deeper. I whispered, and it was sexy, and seductive. “It could’ve been you.”

He sucked in a sharp breath, opened his eyes and we watched each other’s faces as he sunk deeper, slowly, to the hilt. “It should’ve been me.”

Stunned, speechless, we stayed like that. Unmoving, bodies connected, eyes locked. He broke first, dropping his lips to mine and rocking into me softly. A sound I’d never heard before, quieter than a moan, crept up his throat, trapped behind his lips as they caressed mine. My legs lifted, cradling him between my thighs and wrapping around him.

It was gentle, sweet. The exact opposite of how I knew it would’ve been, if I’d let him be my first, thinking he wasn’t.

I felt my cheeks warm, my eyes pool with tears. I blinked them away. This was everything I’d wanted and more. I knew I’d been an idiot to think otherwise. Especially when he pulled back and delivered a quick, deep thrust and there was no pain. Only pleasure bloomed inside me, hot and volatile.

“Again, more…”

An excellent listener, he repeated it. Again, again, and I met each thrust with my own. Our kiss turned frantic, sloppy, lips and tongues clashing and pushing, pulling and taking. The temperature in the room was rising with the heat of our skin, our bodies slipping against each other. He lifted his chest from mine, hands braced on the pillows on either side of my head, and the conditioned air on our damp skin made us both groan in ecstasy.

I damn near came again, almost commented on it but he dropped back down and shoved an arm between me and the mattress, rolled us both. We laughed as we landed, his hair strewn across the pillow and mine falling in his face. My laughter stuck in my throat when he grabbed onto my thighs and pulled, tucking my knees against his hips and forcing me to sit. I propped myself up with my hands on his chest and fell back into the rhythm, my hips rolling.

“Goddamn, you feel so good, look so good riding me.”

My head fell back as his words rippled through me, his fingertips digging into me, his hands moving my body over his. He brought one to my chest, squeezed me roughly, rolled my nipple with his fingers, pinched it. Hard.

“Yes!” He did the same to the other, my pussy clenched around him.

“You like when it hurts a little, don’t you?”

“I- I don’t know, I guess so- ohhh!” He wrapped a hand around each tit and sunk his fingertips into my flesh, then kneaded them both, ran the pads of his thumbs over the peaks.

“Fuck, that’s so hot. You’re fucking perfect.”

Yeah, I lost my mind a little bit. My hips bucked wildly in his lap. Perfect? Me? My nails pressed into his skin, I dragged them down his chest, reveling in the sharp hiss sucked between his teeth, the way his own hips lifted from the bed and he fucked into me. Sharp, fast thrusts hitting me so deep I was screaming his name. He sat up and pulled my face to his, kissed me hard, bit down on my bottom lip, and then tipped me backwards.

My head was nearly hanging off the end of the bed, but really, who cares? My ankles locked behind his back and he was slamming his hips into the back of my thighs.

Fuck, was I gonna come? He had to be close. I lifted my head, now very much hanging off the bed, to ask him.

Beep. Click.

His hips stuttered and paused, we both whipped our heads to the door, which was fucking opening.

Josh appeared, his foot crossed the threshold and he was looking down at his phone.

“GET OUT!!” We yelled in unison. Josh’s head popped up, his eyes went huge, and then he laughed.

“Shit, sorry guys.” He started backing out into the hall, the door creaking closed. “About time,” We heard him chuckling to himself and the door clicked behind him.

Jake turned his face back to me and seemed to realize for the first time that I was barely on the mattress. An arm wrapped around my back and he shifted us until I could look him in the eyes.

“What the fuck…” I whispered up at him.

His smile was subtle and affectionate before it stretched to a full grin, and he huffed a laugh.

“There was no fucking way I was stopping.”

I matched his grin and lifted to pull a kiss from his lips. “Good.”

He tucked his face into my neck and began the roll of his body into mine again. I let my hands roam across his back as he kissed and nipped my skin and his thrusts picked up speed. The orgasm that had been teasing me before we were interrupted built again quickly, and Jake was panting in my ear.

But then… then. A whisper. Low and deep, but a whisper nonetheless.

My name, my real name, hit my ear and I gasped, right on the edge.

“Come for me. Please come for me.”

How could I say no?

It broke, crashed, consumed me. His name on my lips as I tightened, writhed, and shook for him.

He didn’t stop, didn’t slow, he chased after me and followed into the flames. My name burned into my flesh by his kisses, a guttural groan as he came inside me.

Easily the best orgasm I’d ever had. Easily.

Because he’s just a man, albeit an incredibly hot, multiple-orgasm-inducing man, he collapsed on top of me. I let him. I ran my hands over his sweat-dampened hair and the soft skin of his back and we both caught our breath. Then he started giggling.

I pinched his ass. “What’s so funny, Kiszka?”

His head popped up and he propped himself on an elbow, a wide grin splitting his face in half, gorgeous. “I can’t believe we waited so long to do that, that might’ve been the best sex I’ve ever had.”

We both laughed as I slapped his chest. “Might be?!”

“Okay okay, you’re right.” He looked at me dreamily, his eyes bouncing around my face. “It was the best.”

Because I’m a woman, albeit a mind-blowing sex goddess, I started overthinking. I couldn’t help it! You should’ve seen the way he was looking at me.

“Jake…” He lifted his eyebrows, I lifted a hand to his face, tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear. “What does this mean?”

Those eyebrows knitted together, a quick moment to think that over. Then he kissed me, soft and slow.

“I don’t know what it means. But I do know this hotel has free breakfast downstairs, so be up and ready by nine.” His smile stretched again, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oooh, do you think they have French toast? That’s Sam’s favorite.”

He attacked me, tickled me until I had tears in my eyes, kissed me until I was breathless, and fell asleep with his arms around me.

The truth is, I don’t remember the exact moment I fell utterly, completely in love with Jake Kiszka. Maybe you should ask him.

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family line - part one

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: You return to Hawkins at the behest of your father to play in the benefit concert to raise funds for the town after the earthquake. The only problem is that you haven’t returned home since your ex best friend, Eddie Munson broke your heart two years prior. Based off the song Family Line by Conan Gray

Warnings: language, there’s only one bed, fake dating, reader’s dad is a douchebag, angst angst angst galore

Word Count: 5.4k+

Author’s Note: I’m back from the dead! I’m hoping you can forgive me for such a long absence. I’m in my last year of undergrad and it is kicking my ass. Just a quick note before you read, the earthquake in the show happens but the Upside Down doesn’t exist here. Let me know what you think and enjoy! Reblogs, comments, and asks are encouraged and appreciated!

Your father all but demanded for you to return to Hawkins for the benefit concert to raise money to rebuild the town after the earthquake tore through the town. It would look bad if the mayor’s eldest daughter wasn’t in attendance and he was all about maintaining his image.

You hadn’t been back to town since you graduated two years ago. College was the perfect excuse not to come home even if you were only a state away. It didn’t matter that your sister was a junior and your half siblings were old enough to go to school now. You didn’t want to be around your father even if you missed your siblings and your mom.

He wanted the town to know that he was an active father by having all of his children present, even if he practically abandoned you and your sister when he remarried and started over with his new wife.

It also didn’t help that the one person you loved most in the world besides your family, sins your father, wanted nothing to do with you after your massive falling out just days before you graduated. Eddie was your closest confidant and best friend and your friendship crumbled into nothingness when he picked a fight with you after he told you he wouldn’t be graduating with you.

You baked Eddie brownies in a weak attempt to make him feel better about not graduating. What else were you supposed to do? It’s not like you were going to Hawkins Community College and staying in town. You would leave in two days for University of Michigan for the summer program before the fall semester started in a few months. This would be the last time you would see him at home.

You knock on the trailer door before letting yourself in. Music blares from behind Eddie’s bedroom door and you swallow hard before crossing the threshold and gently knock on the door and peer your head inside. The sound of Rage Against the Machine blasts through the stereo and Eddie laid on his bed with his guitar in his lap and a blunt between his fingers and a beer can in the other.

Stepping over a pile of dirty clothes, you reach the stereo and turn down the volume. Eddie doesn’t spare you a glance and inhales deeply as he stares at the ceiling. You sit beside him and rest the container of brownies in your lap as you stared at him.

“Hey,” you murmur quietly with a gentle smile, “I brought you my famous brownies, want one?”

“No,” Eddie’s tone was short as he took a swig of his beer. “You should go.”

You frown at him as he sat up and turned his back to you. You reach for his shoulder and place a hand on him. “Eddie, I know you’re upset that you don’t get to graduate, but taking it out on me isn’t fair.”

Eddie shrugs your hand off him and turns to glare at you. He stands on his feet and you do the same. “Yeah, because you coming here with your stupid fucking brownies to try and make me feel better about not graduating when you are is just great.”

“I’m just trying to help!” you shouted. “What else am I supposed to do?”

“Leave me the fuck alone!” Eddie yelled back. “Go home to your perfect family and cookie cutter life. Enjoy leaving this bum-ass town. You finally get to leave your daddy just like you’ve always wanted.”

Your breath hitches in your throat and tears pool at the corners of your eyes. Eddie has never looked at you with such anger and animosity before. He was always kind and gentle and sweet. He was there for you when your mom left your dad in the 6th grade and he was there every time your dad made you cry.

Now Eddie’s throwing it back in your face. You both had terrible fathers, but because yours was still technically in the picture, he must think having a shitty father was better than having no father at all.

You wipe your nose with the back of your hand and a stray tear falls down your cheek. You angrily wipe it away and swing your bag over your shoulder. “Fuck you, Eddie,” you spat, storming out of the trailer to your car and cried the entire drive home.

You hadn’t spoken to Eddie since. He didn’t come to watch you graduate and he didn’t come to say goodbye when you left for Michigan the following week.

Two years had gone by and the Eddie sized ache in your chest never went away. He was your best friend and he ruined your friendship. He threw away nearly ten years of friendship and it felt like your heart was ripped out of your chest.

When you called your sister, Daisy, a week before when the earthquake had gone through the town, she told you that the administration made the decision to graduate all the seniors due to the natural disaster. That meant Eddie finally graduated high school. You didn’t know what to say. What do you say about your ex best friend graduating high school? You hadn’t spoken to each other since that night in his trailer.

Your father called the next day demanding your return to town just for the concert. You and your sister would act like loving and respectful daughters and perform a few songs on behalf of the family. You would start the concert since your father was the mayor and anyone else that signed up to perform would go after you.

You didn’t want to perform at the benefit. You don’t like singing anymore. It was something you did when your parents were together and then when they divorced, it was something you shared with Eddie. Now it just brought back memories you rather forget.

The four hours it took you to drive home was agonizing. You had to psych yourself up and take deep breaths the entire drive. You knew you would run into Eddie at some point during your time at home. When you were on the phone with Daisy, she told you that Corroded Coffin was given the go ahead to play at the benefit as well.

Letting out a careful breath as you drove into town, you can’t help but stare at the passing cars leaving town. The trees that lined the roads were torn from the roots and telephone poles were leaning in all kinds of directions as you drove by. As you drove past the high school towards your mom’s house, people were running in and out of the building with food, water, and blankets.

You’re certainly glad your mom’s house withstood the earthquake. Pulling into the driveway of your house, you reach behind you for your duffle bag and walk up the porch steps. Opening the front door, you toe off your shoes and hear soft conversation in the kitchen.

“Mom? Daisy? I’m home!” you shouted, dropping your duffle bag on the stairs.

“In here, honey!” your mom replied from the kitchen. “You’re here just in time for lunch!”

You smile softly and hurry down the hallway into the kitchen. You grin when you notice your sister sitting at the kitchen isle. Daisy jumped off the stool and leapt into your arms. You laugh and stumble into the kitchen table. You squeeze her tightly and she does the same before you pull away to get a good look at her. She had cut and dyed her hair since the last time you saw her.

“I love what you did with your hair,” you complimented her, twirling a strand of hair between your fingers.

“Thanks!” Daisy replied. “Julie’s mom did it!”

“Whatever you’re making for lunch smells delicious—”

You tense at the voice you haven’t heard from in two years come from behind you. Your heart catches in your throat and your jaw ticks. Daisy’s eyes widen and she laughs nervously as her eyes flicker from you to Eddie, and back to you. Your mom stares at you from her spot next to the stove.

“It’s just about ready, Eddie. Go ahead and take a seat,” your mother replies with a gentle smile.

You feel Eddie move behind you and you look at him for the first time in two years. His hair is much longer than when you saw him last. He gained a few more inches and muscle on his body. His big, doe eyes stare at you and you swallow hard.

“What are you doing here?” you demanded with a frown as you crossed your arms over your chest.

Your mom admonishes you with your first and middle name with a stern glare. “Eddie and Wayne lost their trailer in the earthquake,” your mother tells you, “so they’re staying here for a while.”

“Seriously?” you can’t help but groan.

“Yes. Now quit it with that attitude, at least you have a house.”

You let out a petulant huff and take the seat furthest from Eddie. Daisy tries her best to ease the tension in the room by asking you about college and the classes you’re taking. You eat your lunch silently as Daisy, Eddie, and your mom made small talk. It was like you weren’t even there.

When you finish, you clear your plate and set it in the dishwasher. “I’m going out,” you said, stomping towards the front door. You hurriedly put your shoes on and open the door to get to your car.

Eddie shouts your name behind you and hurries after you. You let out a loud groan and pinch the bridge of your nose as he approached. You turn to face him. “What, Eddie?” you sighed.

“Can we talk, please?” Eddie asked quietly, ringing his fingers together.

“I have nothing to say to you.”

“Can you hear me out then?”

You sigh again and your shoulders droop in response. You motion for him to get in the passenger side of the car and you climb into the driver’s side. The drive to the quarry is silent between the two of you. The sound of The Smiths play through the stereo and you keep your eyes on the road, ignoring the way Eddie’s staring at you out of the corner of your eye.

The grip you have on the steering wheel as you drive is deadly. Your spine is tight and your jaw is tense. Turning off the main road on to a gravel path, you park the car just before the trees give way to the quarry. You climb out wordlessly and walk to the trunk to grab the blanket you kept in the back.

Eddie stands awkwardly in front of your car as he waits for you. Rounding your car, you walk near the edge and splay the blanket across the gravel before sitting down. Eddie takes the seat beside you on the blanket and doesn’t say anything for a while.

You stare out into the gaping hole of the quarry. The sound of the water below hitting the edge reaches your ears and the wind whistles against the trees. The strong scent of the pollen from the trees and plants behind you reaches your nose and you bring your knees to your chest as you wait for Eddie to say something.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie apologized quietly, the feeling of his eyes on the side of your face burns your skin. You turn to face him and your eyes meet. You don’t say anything, you wait for Eddie to say more. He swallows hard and plays with the rings on his fingers. “I shouldn’t have blown up at you that night. You were just trying to make me feel better and I was just embarrassed. I felt like a loser because I wasn’t graduating and I took it out on you. I’ve spent the last two years regretting that night ever since.”

Eddie’s voice catches in his throat and he scratches the back of his head. You swallow hard and tear your eyes away from his big, doe eyes. You rest your chin on your palm and let out a soft sigh. “You really hurt me, Eddie,” you muttered quietly.

“I know. I should’ve never said the things I did.”

Silence falls over the two of you again. You feel like the two of you are at a standstill. What else are you supposed to say? You wouldn’t be able to go back to how the two of you were before your fight. Too much time has passed and you’re in two very different places in your lives.

“What now, Eddie?” you can’t help but sigh.

“I’m willing to do whatever it takes to earn your trust and friendship again. I know I have to work for it,” Eddie offers. You feel the warmth of his brown eyes on the side of your face and you turn to meet his gaze. His eyes are wide and pleading as he stares at you. Now the ball is in your court.

“Okay,” you murmur quietly with a soft smile. Eddie’s face lights up in surprise and he smiles too.

The drive back to your house is filled with a warm silence between the two of you as you listened to the radio. Parking in the driveway, you climb out of the car and Eddie trails after you into the house and up the steps to your bedroom.

“Your mom’s been letting me sleep in here. I hope you don’t mind,” Eddie said from behind you.

Your bed is unmade and the sheets and comforter are kicked to the edge of the bed frame. Eddie’s guitar sits on the reading nook near your window and his clothes spill out of his duffle bag across the floor. You suppose you’re not surprised Eddie made himself at home in your room.

“It’s whatever. It’s not like we haven’t slept in the same before,” you replied, tossing your own duffle bag on to the bed and setting your guitar case on the floor.

Eddie’s cheeks flush a warm pink and you flop on your bed and stare at the ceiling, the rest of the day catching up to you. Eddie hesitantly joins you in the bed and rests his back against the frame, strumming his guitar absentmindedly.

After a while, there’s a soft knock at the door and Daisy peeks her head inside. “Dad just called,” she informs you, “he wants us at the high school ASAP.”

You groan loudly and sit up in bed. “Of course, he does,” you grumbled under your breath, reaching for your bag on your nightstand. “Did he say what for?”

“He wants to watch the rehearsal of the benefit. My guess is that he thinks something unsavory may happen if he doesn’t watch everything like a hawk.”

“We haven’t even decided what songs to play.”

“I’m sure we can figure it out. It’s just like riding a bike,” Daisy grinned before turning her gaze over to Eddie as he set his precious guitar in its case. “Do you mind driving, Eddie?”

“No, not at all. Your drums are still in my trunk,” Eddie replied with a soft smile.

On the drive over to the high school, you and Daisy discuss the potential songs you could perform for your set list. “What about the song you wrote about mom and dad’s divorce?” Daisy asked with a smirk as you turned to look at her. “He’s all about pretending to be the perfect family man when we know that’s far from the truth. I think this town forgets that he had a family before he decided to run for mayor.”

“As much as I enjoy the thought of embarrassing dad in front of the whole town, it won’t happen. That’s the whole reason why he’s overseeing the rehearsal, Daisy. He doesn’t want songs performed that would reflect badly upon him or the town,” you sighed as Eddie pulled into a parking spot.

Daisy shrugs like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Then I guess we’ll have to pick a fake song to rehearse and then perform that song at the actual performance.”

“Yeah, sure. That should work.”

Eddie opens the back of the van and Daisy grabs as much as she can of her drum set before walking towards the entrance that led to the school’s theater. Eddie murmurs your name gently and you turn to look at him. His big, doe eyes stare into yours and he smiles softly at you.

“I know that seeing your dad may be hard, but I just want you to know that I’m here for you if you need it, okay?” he said, reaching for both of your guitar cases in the back.

You smile softly at him and reach across for your instrument. “Thanks, Ed.”

Walking through the double doors of the school and into the theater was a weird feeling. You never expected to be back at Hawkins High. Climbing up the side steps to the stage, you notice your father directing traffic in the center of the theater. Students and residents of the town alike move across the stage with their instruments at the direction of your father and the musical theater director beside him.

You swallow hard and square your shoulders as you slowly approach him. You feel Eddie’s watchful eyes on the back of your head. Your father turns his head and attempts a smile when your eyes meet as you watch his gaze wonder to the boy behind you.

“Sweetheart, I’m so glad you could make it, I’m glad you’re here!” your father greeted with fake affection as he forced you into a hug.

“You didn’t give me much of a choice,” you grumbled into his chest.

“And you brought Eddie with you, it’s good to see things haven’t changed.”

Of course, your father wasn’t aware of the massive falling out the two of you had when you graduated high school. He’s was always wrapped up in his new family or mayoral obligations to take note that whenever you came home, you never spent time with Eddie. Now, you supposed, that it may change.

A tight smile covers your cheeks as your father blubbers on about the benefit and how your stepmother and other siblings are excited to see you for dinner.

“Dinner?” you asked with tight shoulders.

“Yes, honey, dinner. You spent lunch with your mom and I expect you to join me for dinner.”

That’s the last thing you want. It would give your father and his wife the opportunity to grill you behind closed doors. You imagine Daisy will find a way to get out of it since she sees the family so often. You need to think of an excuse, and fast.

“I can’t tonight. Eddie and I made plans and it’s been awhile since we’ve seen each other.”

“I don’t care, young lady. You’re coming to dinner to spend quality time with your family,” his tone is short and firm and it makes you feel like a little kid all over again.

“I want to spend time with my boyfriend, Dad. I can come over for dinner another time,” you retorted with hot cheeks. You seriously hope Eddie doesn’t mind the lie that just spilled out of your mouth.

“Boyfriend?” your dad asked with wide eyes as his looked between you and Eddie. “I didn’t know you two were dating. You should’ve told me. I’ll tell Tammy to set another place setting out so that Eddie can join us.”

Damn, you curse in your head. That wasn’t the reaction you were hoping for. You bite the inside of your cheek and excuse yourself so that you could put enough space between you and your father without him breathing down your neck.

Pushing through the velvet curtains of the stage, you weave around people and instruments as you hurry into one of the student dressing rooms on the other side of the theater. Eddie’s hot on your heels and you ignore every yell of your name coming from behind you.

Eddie slips into the room after you and slams the door shut. You grab at your scalp and pace in circles.

“What was that?” Eddie couldn’t help but ask. “Why did you tell your dad I was your boyfriend?”

You sputter out your lame excuse. “I thought that if I told him we were dating he would back off about dinner, but clearly that didn’t work,” you sighed loudly, pinching your nose. “Can you please come to dinner with me? I won’t be able to survive the evening alone.”

“If I don’t show up, I’ll look like an asshole boyfriend and you and I both know I’m trying not to be an asshole.”

You grin and you can’t help but leap into Eddie’s arms. You squeeze him tightly and he stumbles back as he holds your waist in an attempt to steady himself. You lean back to get a good look at him. Eddie smiles softly at you and you can’t help but return the gesture.

“Thank you, Eddie. I appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome,” he murmurs quietly.

When the dress rehearsal is over, you and Eddie return to your mom’s house to clean up before heading over to your dad’s house for dinner. While Eddie showered, you dressed in a modest cream-colored sweater and a pleated skirt. You fix your hair and make up when Eddie steps out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. Droplets of water cover his chest and his curls are wet in perfect ringlets.

You turn away to give him some privacy and fumble for your bag. Your face flushes and you’re quick to get to your feet. “I’ll wait for you downstairs,” you stuttered out, hurrying out of your bedroom.

Eddie walks into the kitchen 20 minutes later and you turn to look at him. He’s dressed in a plain black shirt and dark washed jeans without rips in them. His rings adorn his fingers and his hair sits neatly on his shoulders. Eddie smiles bashfully at you and return the soft smile.

Jumping off of the counter stool you were sitting in, you head to the door with Eddie right behind you. Eddie opens the passenger side door for you and you thank him quietly. He climbs into the driver’s side of his van and you let out a shaky sigh as Eddie drove towards your dad’s house. Your fingers tap at your thighs nervously and you feel Eddie glance at you from the corner of your eye.

Eddie reaches across the center console and laces his fingers with yours. Your heart jumps into your throat and he squeezes your hand reassuringly. The sound of Judas Priest plays through the stereo in the van.

“I’ll be with you the whole time, I promise. You have nothing to worry about,” Eddie murmurs softly as he parked in the driveway of your father’s house.

You swallow hard and nod silently before unbuckling your seat belt and stepping out of the car. Eddie rounds the front of the van and reaches for your hand again. Walking up the porch steps to the house, Eddie presses the doorbell and you hold your breath as you wait for the door to open. You didn’t expect Lucy to open the door.

“Sissy!” Lucy exclaimed, barreling into your legs.

You laugh softly and let go of Eddie’s hand in favor of picking Lucy up. Her tiny hands wrap around your neck and you squeeze her into your chest. “Hi, Lulu. How’s my big girl?” you asked her, kissing her cheek.

“I missed you!”

“Lucy, you know not to answer the door—” Tammy began to reprimand your sister as she appeared from the kitchen. “Oh! Hello, honey. Your father didn’t tell me what time you would be coming over. It’s good to see you.”

You send a tight-lipped smile to your step-mother as you set Lucy back on the ground. You watch her run down the hall. You set your purse on the couch in the front room and Tammy gives you a weak hug before her eyes flicker over to Eddie.

“When your father told me that Eddie was your boyfriend, I couldn’t say I wasn’t surprised! Dinner’s just about ready, go ahead and take a seat.”

You laugh softly and Eddie shakes her hand before Tammy guides you into the dining room and your other sibling, William, sits in a chair playing with his toy cars. You ruffle his hair and kiss the crown of his head before taking your seat that Eddie pulled out for you. You thank him quietly before he takes the seat beside you.

Tammy yells for Lucy and your father that dinner’s ready and they appear from the living room a few moments later. Lucy sits comfortably against your father’s side and he tickles her tummy, causing her to erupt into a fit of giggles before he sets her down in her sit beside him. It forces you to look away. He was never like that with you growing up. It was just your mom that showed you love and affection, and now that he had a new family, he was the dad you wish you had when you were Lucy’s age.

Eddie reaches for your hand beneath the table and you squeeze it hard as you struggle to fight back your tears. Your father greets you with a fake hug and a firm handshake to Eddie before returning to his seat. You watch them prep the kids dinners before they pass the plates of food towards you.

You eat quietly for a few moments before your father breaks the silence. “Does your mother know that the two of you are dating now?”

You swallow your bite of food and shake your head. “No… not yet. It just kind of… happened,” you answered, taking a sip of your water.

“Hmm. I think it’s sweet the two of you are dating now,” Tammy comments. “You want the person you’re with to be your best friend.”

You hum in response and take another bite of food. That was rich coming from her, especially since she had an affair with your father when your parents were still together. She worked as his secretary.

“What are you studying in school, again?”

“Social work,” you replied, staring at your plate.

“I still think you should switch to accounting or business,” your father commented, sipping on his wine, “you’ll make more money that way.”

Your jaw ticks and you swallow hard. Eddie squeezes your thigh and you grit your teeth as you turn to look at your father. “I told you before, I don’t care to make a lot of money. I want to help kids that are going through what I went through at their age.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” your father snapped with a glare in your direction.

You wipe your mouth with a napkin and return the glare. “You and I both know what I mean.”

“You had a great childhood, young lady. You are being ungrateful. I don’t appreciate you disrespecting me in my home.”

“Yeah, because listening to you yell at mom and blaming her for why you cheated on her when you’re 11 years old is a great indicator of a good childhood.”

“Why you little—” Tammy began, but your father cut her off.

“Get out of my house,” your father interrupted, snapping at you with a harden gaze.

You slam your hands on the table and stand up from your spot at the table. Eddie’s quick to get to his feet and follow you out the door. Your breath hitches in your throat as you struggle to keep your angry tears at bay. You wouldn’t cry over your father. He wasn’t worth it.

Eddie reaches for your hand and you take a step away from him and wrap your arms around yourself. “Just… just drive us home, okay?” you murmured quietly, reaching for the passenger side door and climbing inside.

The drive home is silent and you stare out the window, looking at the trees. Eddie parks in the driveway and the two of you exit the car and walk into your home. You climb up the stairs to your bedroom and slip into the bathroom, taking a hot shower in an attempt to calm down from the disaster that was having dinner with your father.

When you’re done with the shower, you get dressed and ready for bed. Stepping out of the bathroom, your eyes meet Eddie’s as he throws a number of pillows on the floor into a makeshift bed. Brushing through your hair you tell him, “You don’t have to sleep on the floor, there’s plenty of room in my bed. Just be sure to stay on your side.”

“Are you sure?” Eddie asked as he took his turn getting ready for bed.

“Yeah,” you murmured quietly as you climbed into bed with your back facing him.

When Eddie’s done getting ready for the night, he turns off all the lights and slips into bed beside you. The emotions from dinner catch up to you as you face your bedroom window. Your shoulders shake as you struggle to hold back your tears. You cling to the blanket against your chest as the sound of your soft cries fill the bedroom.

You feel Eddie shift behind you and he slips his hands around your waist and pulls you into his chest. “You’re okay,” Eddie whispered into your hairline, “I’m here for you. You don’t need to keep your feelings bottled up.”

Your cries turn into sobs and you slip your fingers into Eddie’s hand and cling to him. He holds you close and lets you cry. “I hate him. He always makes me feel small and insecure. What did I do to deserve a father that doesn’t love me?”

Eddie carefully maneuvers you so that you’re facing him. His fingers brush against your cheeks as he wipes away your tears. “You did nothing wrong. It’s his fault that he doesn’t understand how incredible you are. He doesn’t deserve your tears,” Eddie uttered with such passion that it makes your head spin. “You’re amazing, smart, funny, and so beautiful. What he says about you doesn’t matter and isn’t true.”

You can’t help the bashful laugh that escapes your throat and Eddie grins when you smile. “Stop it before you make me blush.” Eddie laughs too and brushes his thumbs against the apple of your cheek. Your heart starts to race and you swallow hard. “Can I ask you something?”

“You can ask me anything.”

“Why didn’t you reach out to me after the fight? You… you said you regretted it but you never… you never tried getting in touch.”

Eddie sighs quietly. “I guess I was ashamed. I was already struggling with repeating senior year. I was so used to having you around all those years so I panicked when I found out I wasn’t graduating with you. It was the main reason I caused the fight in the first place. I didn’t want you to worry about me so I figured it would just be easier if I didn’t reach out. I didn’t want to hold you back.”

“Eddie,” you whispered his name brokenly, “you were my best friend. Me going away to school wasn’t going to change that. It’s always been the two of us, why would it have been any different?”

Eddie frowns and his deep brown eyes find yours. “You were going to college while I was stuck here repeating senior year. I thought you would get sick of me and realize that you deserved a friend that wasn’t such a fuck up or an embarrassment.”

You chastised Eddie quietly and reach for his hand. You slot your fingers through his and squeeze gently. “Don’t say that. You’re neither. I didn’t care that you had to repeat senior year and I still don’t. It would’ve only changed how things were if you let it, and if I had any say in it, it wouldn’t have.”

“I’m sorry,” Eddie apologized quietly, “I know I sound like a broken record at this point, but it’s the only thing I can think to say. I wish I did things differently.”

“I know you are. We can only move forward now. There’s no point in dwelling on it, okay?”

Eddie hums and nods in response. You turn your back to him and fall asleep to the sounds of Eddie’s deep breaths and his hand against your chest.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson imagine #eddie imagine #eddie imagines #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines

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browniefox · 24 days

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So you said you've been to college, what did you study? And, idk, do you have any plans you're looking forward to?

I studied English Education, and just graduated last fall! Not that fun of a major, haha, but I wanted something I knew I could get a job in!... or so I thought, because that's not going too well right :P

I was a Botany major for a couple semesters, but chemistry kicked my ass and did make me cry to my sister on the phone, and also I can write essays way better than test. And also had no idea what I would do with that degree. But hey, now I can identify some local plants, so it's not a total wash! (And kinda hope to back someday haha) And then my final semester i came >< this close to switching to art major, emphasis on cermaics, because I'd been taking it for five semester and it was the first time I thought of myself as an artist.

As far as plans go, uh, no, unfortunately. Just kind of working, writing fanfic, and hanging with my sister :)

#browniefox speaks #ask #asks #pine needle scuffle #thanks for the ask :D

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stellahikaru · 2 months

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State of The Starry Path Hotel #2 (February 16th, 2024)

Hi, it’s Stella Hikaru again and I’m back to give another State of the Union Starry Path Hotel. I’m back at it again for the second week in a row and hopefully I can maintain this consistency. As I stated before, the main point of this blog is to hold myself accountable about my content creation journey and keep track of my progress and growth over time. This post is going to be a lot shorter than last week’s blog (and hopefully will take less time to write up) so now let’s get started!

Mini Life Update

I need to be honest: school is kicking my ass. I’m getting to the point of the semester where I tend to be the most stressed. Exams and assignments are piling up and it feels like I’m falling behind more and more. It does not help that the most important assignment of the most important class I’m taking is due next week so I am stressing over that. In addition, I am actively looking for a full time job for after graduation so I can pay for my own expenses.

Besides being active on Twitter, I haven’t been really doing much in terms of content creation because of my schedule. I really need to limit my time on Twitter because I do not want to become a VTweeter and honestly that time is better spent doing more productive tasks like making videos.

Content Creation Progress Update

On the topic of content creation, I didn’t finish all of the goals I set out for myself this week but I did finish one: I made myself a VOD channel and uploaded my past VOD. No I did not make a spelling mistake, past VOD. Remember when I said I downloaded all of my VODs? It turns out that clicking the download button on a VOD in the video producer doesn’t automatically download them and I was too tired to notice! So several of my VODs are lost forever! Oh well, to be honest I feel like my earlier streams are not very good so I guess I’ll have less to be embarrassed about later? I’ll just be more careful next time and download them once I finish my stream for the day.

This Week’s Goals

Make a Carrd for Twitter and Bluesky: I wanted to do this last week and I did try to start making one on my stream last week. Then I abandoned it and I figured I would get to it later in the week. That did not end up happening but I will make sure that this gets done this week.

Make ideas list for YouTube videos: I have ideas for what I want to make for YouTube videos. I just need to write them down. This week, I’m going to take some time to make a list of ideas I want for YouTube videos and choose one I want to make first.

Limit the time I spend on Twitter to 1 hour per day maximum: I have noticed that I am spending a lot of time on Twitter on the guise of ‘vtuber activities’. While I need to maintain an active presence there to grow, I’ve noticed that I have been spending WAY too much time on the site. So starting this week, I’m going to start limiting my time on Twitter to 1 hour per day maximum so I can spend more time doing stuff that is actually productive.

This Month’s Goals

Make 1 YouTube video (or prepare to start making videos next month): Based on the way things are going in terms of school work, it is very unlikely that I will make a YouTube video in the remaining time in February. However, even if I don’t end up making a video this month, I can still set myself up to start making videos next month by brainstorming ideas, learning how to record and edit, writing scripts, etc.

Look into ways to take donations: I did some cursory research into donation methods and I’m leaning towards Ko-Fi. Also apparently Ko-Fi and Buy Me a Coffee are different platforms. The more you know. I still need to do more research about fees, privacy, and stuff though. Once I build up a little bit more of an audience, I’m thinking of setting up a Throne as well.

Continue streaming once per week and try to do guerilla streams: I currently stream once per week on Saturdays and I want to maintain this consistency. However, I want to see if I can do some guerilla streams during the week since I will need to stream on 7 different days in a 30 day period to get Affiliate on Twitch and with my current schedule, I fall short of the requirements. (Yes I copied this from last week don’t HBomb me). I don’t think I can do guerilla streams this week but I’ll try to incorporate them in the future.

This Year’s Goals

Get monetized on YouTube: I want to eventually make money off of my content so I’m hoping to get monetized on YouTube this year. This is going to be a tall order, but I hope I can keep working towards this with my weekly and monthly goals!

Become an Affiliate on Twitch: I think this goal is a bit more achievable compared to getting monetized on YouTube but I still need to meet the requirements. I will also be working towards this with my weekly and monthly goals!

Gain 100 followers on any social media besides YouTube or Twitch: I actually am over halfway to 100 followers on Twitter as of writing this, but I still don’t get a ton of engagement on my post. In addition, most of the followers I have gotten are those annoying GFX bots and it’s a little bit disheartening. I also want to build up a following on Tumblr and Bluesky as well!

Make a community Discord server: Once I build up a community, I want to create a Discord server for people to hang out in. However, I want to wait until there is a demand for a Discord server. This goal is lower priority compared to the other goals but I hope that this does end up happening this year!

Final Thoughts

Schoolwork may be eating up most of my time, but I’m still going to keep running the hotel! I’ll keep working towards my goals and hopefully I can accomplish more this upcoming week. I’ll be live on Saturday at 2 PM EST! If you like what you see, make sure to reblog this post and follow me! I would also appreciate it if you follow me on my other social media, especially on Twitch and YouTube! I will be streaming on Twitch tomorrow at 2 PM EST! I hope your stay was bright and your journey is filled with light!

#vtuber #indie vtuber #black vtuber #virtual youtuber #en vtuber #the starry path hotel #starry eyed vtuber hotelier #i need to stop procrastinating #I have an assignment due at 11:59 halp

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eggplant-dolma · 4 days

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One Week Left Of The Semester And My Undergrad College Career 😬😭🥲💪🎇☀️🔥🫧💀🐸🧠👀

I'm going to be taking an extension/incomplete to finish my research paper, but my goal is to not spend more than an extra week on it! I know I'm not going to be leaving with a project I'm very proud of or that reaches The A Standard, but I will turn ~something~ in, I will get at least a C, and I will finally have my degree, so like,,, That's good enough for me

This semester has kicked my ass so fuxking hard, and I know I have a lot of thinking to do about my future after graduation, but damn I am actually, finally (one week from the end!) beginning to feel Excited about graduating and the future that I do have in front of me...

But until then, I still have like 20 pages to write, so... Go Go Gadget Last-Minute-ADHD-Productivity 🕵️🙏🪄💡📜

#cest moi #studyblr #eggplant does capstone #audhd

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merlettamustdie · 8 months

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*Tw! Mention of vomiting*

Dude. I don’t wanna go back to school. Like it’s my last semester (I graduate early 🎉) but like… I’ve already violently thrown up cause of my nerves. My anxiety meds aren’t kicking in fast enough and hitting on my bowl isn’t doing shit. I’m not live laugh loving atm😞💅

But like on the bright side my outfits cute af. (Don’t mind the messy ass mirror😭)

Oh! here’s what I’m listening to plus a photo of my dog that made me smile this morning :)

Also this is a local band from NC that I rlly like and they’re so underrated so go listen to them!!

#Slipknot #joey jordison #corey taylor #sid wilson #craig jones #paul gray #shawn crahan #mick thomson #chris fehn #jim root #back to school

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ink-stained-clouds · 2 years

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not pictured:

- the stress of applying to graduate school

- fall allergies already kicking my ass

- the relentless passage of time (also kicking my ass)

all things considered, i am 1/3rd of the way through my last fall semester of undergrad and life is good. still trying to wrap my head around how much everything has changed in the past 3-4 years and how much it will in the next 3-4 but if what’s happened so far is any indication of what’s to come, i think im looking forward to it

#catch me being nostalgic as fuck these next few months #😭 when did i get so old #studyblr #studyspo #am studying #study motiviation #college studyblr #study inspiration #study space #study inspo

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poppiesandpromises · 1 year

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7:21

Thinking about how much I crave attention and a chance to connect with other people

Thinking about how much school work I have to do between now and Monday (the last day of the semester)

Thinking about how I’ll never truly know how others perceive me

Thinking about how I’ll have to find a ~real~ job in 8 months when I graduate college

Thinking about how unbelievably uncertain the future is and how there’s nothing I can do about it

Thinking about how I need to get pick up my anti-depressant before the pharmacy closes at 8pm

Thank you for asking:)

I so relate to that craving for attention! It sounds like you've got a lot on your plate but you're going to kick the semesters ass! ❤️ sending you all the positive energy!

#thanks for the ask!#tell me the time and what's on your mind

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romanarose · 2 years

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The River

Bruce Springsteen X OC

A part 2 to my Bruce Springsteen fic, I'm on Fire. I suggest you read that one first.

Chapter summary: Bruce and Kate spend the evening at the river. Trouble starts at when Bruce takes her home.

WANRINGS: p in v sex, oral, fingering, mentions of blood, guys fighting, DV.

I BARELY proof read this so have mercy. I'll edit more latter but I really just wanted this out tonight.

It was getting a little late. Not that Bruce minded waiting, no. Music was on the radio, the night was warm and clear, and he’d wait for Kate forever. No, the issue was more of concern. Kate said she’d meet him at their corner at 6, where he’d take her on a date. He couldn’t take her to dinner because her mother was pretty strict about Friday night dinners, but he planned on showing her a good time. It had only been two weeks to the day since the night he found her at the bar, and he hadn’t managed to take her out to dinner yet. This was just as well, Bruce didn’t really have the money to take her somewhere nice, somewhere she was probably used to, somewhere she deserved. She didn’t seem to care about any of that, but he cared nonetheless. Part of Bruce worried that he was just some bout of rebellion from her asshole father, but he supposed 2 weeks in he couldn’t blame her if she was just playing the field.

They hadn’t talked about what exactly they were yet. They hadn’t had sex since the morning after he took her home, but that wasn’t exactly by design. They didn’t really have anywhere to go. They definitely couldn’t go to her house. They couldn’t go to his place because his roommates all worked at the shop with him, and they all knew Kate. They couldn’t risk one of the guys mentioning their little trists to her dad, Rich, who was there regularly getting his multiple fancy cars worked on. And he didn’t want to take her in his car, he wasn’t an animal. Kate was a lady, and deserved better than that. She deserved better than what Bruce could offer in general, but that didn’t mean he was going to stop trying to do right by her.

Bruce was leaning against his car, considering whether or not to check on her. He couldn’t go to her house, he knew that, but surely it wouldn’t hurt to look around the corner… She was 25 minuets late and he was starting to worry. He didn’t think she’d stand him up, she was too nice a gal for that, but he if something happened at her house-

There she was, briskly walking towards him, looking at the ground and hands covering her mouth. She looked in pain.

He stood up from his car immediately and rushed over to her. There was blood on her hands. “Jesus, Kate… What the hell happened?” He gently removed her hand from her mouth and revealed a fat lip with some blood on her mouth.

Kate avoided his gaze “He slapped me… it hit my tooth and started bleeding.”

Bruce didn’t consider himself a particular angry man, but he quickly found himself furious, he wanted to beat Rich’s ass. He was in a blinding rage, and took a step to move past Kate and get to her dad.

He felt her hand grab him “Bruce, don’t.”

“I’m gonna kick his ass, Kate.”

“This is hardly the worst he’s done, just let it go”

That didn’t help his anger at all. “Someone’s gonna have to teach him a lesson.”

She took both his hands and made him look at her. “And it’s not gonna be you. Not right now. He left already, let's just go, please? Take me to the river like you promised?”

Her dad and mom were on another business trip. The plan was to spend the evening at the river. Needless to say, Bruce was excited and nervous. There was nowhere to put his anger since her dad was gone, so he decided to swim it out.

“Okay… okay, Miss Kate.” He walked her over to his car and opened the door for her.

On the drive out, he tried to listen to her, he really did. She was in her last semester of school and was telling him about her studies and how excited she was for graduation. It was hard for him to focus when her lip was swollen right in front of him. When they got to his secret fishing spot, in the valley, he opened the door for her “Let’s get you some ice…”

Bruce took out the cooler he packed for the night and a towel and he put some ice in it for her to nurse the fat lip.

Kate had noticed Bruce’s change in demeanor during the drive. Usually, he listened more intently to whatever stupid thing she talked about, he was much more quiet today. Usually, Bruce was all smiles. He was always friendly and kind when she saw him at the shop, but since they began seeing each other (is that what they are? Seeing each other?) he really opened up. She’s come to know him as a cheerful individual, warm, and laid back. It was a refreshing change from her home. Kate was worried that his silence meant that he was getting tired of her. They hadn’t been able to have sex in these two weeks, but she was hoping to do that tonight. Maybe after that, he’d be interested again. That’s all men really want isn’t it? Bruce was no different. But then he sat her on his trunk and carefully placed the makeshift ice pack against her swollen lip, as she studied his face, all she saw was worry. She was still worried about the whole no-sex thing, all men have ever wanted from her was her body, but she knew he was genuinely concerned.

“It’s really nothing, it’s not as bad as it used to be, it’s been worse.”

He wasn’t looking her in the eyes, just watching her face. “You keep saying that…”

Kate reached for his hand that was tending to her “Because it’s true. Bruce, baby, I promise it’s fine.”

He finally looked at her “It’s not fine, Miss Kate. He’s a coward. Men who hurt women and children always get away with it and I’m fucking tired of it.”

“It’s almost over. I’m almost done with school, then I can teach and I can leave. It’ll be okay. Got anything to drink?” She smiled, trying to distract him.

He paused for a bit, then finally smiled for the first time tonight. “Yeah, yeah I do.”

Bruce pulled out the glasses, iced tea, rum, and sliced lemons; Long Island iced tea.

Bruce insisted on holding the ice to her lip as she sipped through her straw and drank his own. Bruce was more of a beer guy himself, the guys would never let it go if they caught him drinking this, but for her, he’d drink it. Plus, it actually tastes good. Beer does not.

Now, Bruce was Bruce again. He laughed along to her stories and shared quips about the guys at the shop as they sat on the blanket he laid out by the banks. Kate didn’t really have any friends, it was nice to have someone to talk to besides her mom.

“You ready to swim?” Kate asked.

Bruce grinned “Absolutely. I brought some spare clothes, I figured you couldn’t exactly sneak out with swimwear.”

“Actually…” Kate stood up. “I was thinking we could just…” She took off her shirt. Bruce quickly stood up. “Skinny dip?” Kate took off her pants. Bruce was brought back to the first time he saw her like this. She was drunk off her ass, had been puking, was a complete mess and was still the prettiest little thing he ever saw. He found himself ogling her body in the underwear and bra shamefully, almost embarrassed by the way his eyes lingered, but he couldn’t pull away.

She turned away and began walking towards the river. The Jersey sun was setting on her back as she slid her underwear off. Bruce never really gotten a good look at her ass until now. He attempted to avoid looking when she was drunk, and when he finally had her beneath him, all he wanted was to look at her beautiful face. Well now, he was taking it all in.

“You gonna join me? Or just stare at my ass like a perv at a gas station?” He looked up at her and saw her glazing over her shoulder as she unhooked her bra. When she turned back and tossed her bra back to the shore, Bruce scrambled out of his jeans and underwear comically fast, hopping out of his last pant leg. Bruce grinned wildly as he giggled (did he just giggle?) and ran into the river as he pulled his shirt off.

By the time he reached her, she had dove into the water, swimming out. He caught up to her and pulled her wet frame in, finally taking her in the kiss he had wanted to give all evening. He was careful, ever so careful, to kiss on the side of her mouth that wasn’t bruised, but she didn’t seem phased. “Oh my god Bruce, just kiss me.”

As the lady wishes. He deepened the kiss as she ran fingers through his thick Italian curls, massaging into his scalp. He could feel himself getting hard, so he pulled away. “Time to swim, sweetheart.” As he dove into the water, Kate got a quick peek at his ass before it re-entered the cool water. Oh man, she could not wait to get a hold of that latter tonight. They swam as the sun set, until their bodies were too tired to keep changing between kisses and splashes.

The night was still warm, but May in New Jersey would get cool quick. Bruce grabbed towels and another drink for the two of them on the blanket. While in the car, he opened his windows and turned up the radio. He helped dry off her hair and body before pulling a blanket over the two of them. The area was private, no one would be here except him and the guys, and they knew not to come out here tonight. They had a deal not to disturb their spot when one of them was using it. Snuggling into his chest, Kate signed contently. Bruce was her safe place. Despite being naked under the blanket, she felt warm and secure. When “Sister Christian” faded out of the car radio, Kate listened to the DJ.

“This next song is a request, it goes out from Bruce in Freehold to Kate. Kate, Bruce wants you to know how much he’s enjoyed your short time together and he hopes for many more nights like tonight. Well, isn’t that sweet. Here’s to you Kate, this is You Make Loving Fun by Fleetwood Mac”

Kate turned to him with a broad smile. “Bruce! That’s so sweet” She took him in for a kiss as the opening chords started playing, her tanned, naked body pulling up against him.

Bruce tried to keep his cool, but fighting his hard-on was getting a lot harder to control. “I wanted to play something by Stevie Nicks, but all the songs I knew that she sang sounded like break up songs. Honestly, most of the songs on Rumors sound like break up songs.” He had considered requesting ‘Songbird’, but he thought 2 weeks of seeing each other was a bit early for a song that said ‘And I love you like never before’. He’ll save that one for a month in.

She pulled her face away and looked at him with a smirk. “Wait, since when do you know what songs are on Rumors? Or any Fleetwood Mac song, for that matter…”

Closing his eyes and aiming a kiss under her jaw, he muttered into her neck. “No reason… I might have bought the album… And Tusk… and the white album…”

She giggled, gently pushing his shoulder “Bruce! Why would you do that?” The answer was obvious, but she wanted to hear him say it.

“They’re your favorite band, I wanted to see what they are about.” He kissed down her neck and to her collar bone, daring a hand to slide up her side, his thumb grazing the side of her tit.

Christine McVie’s voice surrounded them, filling their senses with the music. “Mmmm, that’s very sweet of you… How do you like them?” She gently gasped, feeling his grasp on her breasts.

He smiled against the skin of her chest as he slivered his body down her. “Don’t hate me, but I think I like Christine better than Stevie…”

Kate faked getting up. “Alright, I think it’s time for me to go-”

But his strong arms held her back down playfully, “But, I do think Stevie has a talent with words.” He pulled the blanket over him as he took her breast in his mouth. “I love Silver Springs, the imagery is beautiful” He said from under the blanket that protected her from the creeping cold.

She moaned out his name. “Oh god… mmm” She tried to keep the conversation going, but he felt so good on her skin. “Silver Springs is a masterpiece…”

“You are a masterpiece…” He murmured between the soft kisses he placed along her stomach. Her heart rate kicked up as he crept closer to her sex.

I never did believe in miracles

But I've a feeling it's time to try

“Bruce…” She pleaded, begging him for more as he kissed the crease of her legs, so, so close to where she needed him to be. The night they hooked up, he had went down on her and she felt like a whole new world had awakened inside her body. There had been some orgasms here and there with other men, but what she felt when Bruce was touching her? Something else entirely. Just when she thought he was finally going to take her in his mouth, her moved past her sex, his beautiful lips tantalizingly grazing over her folds to move towards her inner thighs. “Bruce, please, stop teasing…”

“As the lady wants…” Finally, he dove into her.

She tasted fantastic. He flattened his tongue as licked up, swirling around her clit, making her whimper. He loved the little sounds she made when he touched her, tasted her. Sliding two fingers inside, Bruce worked her lower body with everything in him: his fingers deep inside her, his mouth licking and kissing everywhere in reach, his free hand massaging along her thigh.

In the freedom of the dark night, Kate felt free to be as loud as she wanted. “FUCK! Fuck Bruce, just like that.”

“Fuck, you taste so good”

She gave a breathy laugh “Baby, I taste like river water”

“Like delicious river water” He muttered with an obvious smile;

She giggled “Ew”

“Tell me more” He muttered while working her.

“What?” She pulled up the blanket to see his cute boyish face smiling up at her as he fingered her.

“Tell me more about Fleetwood Mac, I love hearing you talk about music.” And just like that, he was back down on her. Propping herself up on one arm with the other hand held the blanket up so she could watch him devour her like it was his last supper.

“Mhhmmmmm, god, that feels good… Uh, did you know-fuck- that when Christine wrote ‘you make loving fun’, she was having an affair with the lighting guy for the band?” She dropped the blanket and flopped back down on the ground to enjoy the feeling of his mouth on her.

Bruce hummed “mm-mm” a no, the vibration sending another wave through her.

“Oh! Oh God, um, well, Christine was married to the guitarist of Fleetwood Mac, John Mcv- ah!” She whimpered when she felt his teeth carefully draw along her sensitive inner thigh.

“Keep going, Sweetheart.”

“Well, she ended up telling John that, uh, mmm, that that song was written about their dog.”

That made Bruce stop, pulling a whine from Kate. He crawled his way back up her body and popped his head out from the blanket “Hold on, what?” He looked awfully confused for a man whose mouth was covered in her wetness.

Kate smiled and nodded, giggling as she pulled him up to her but his hair, kissing him “Yeah, isn’t that an odd thing to do?”

Bruce kissed back hesitantly, still confused “Why wouldn’t she just… say it was about John?”

Now Kate paused, starring over his shoulder. “You know what? That’s a great question.” She was back to his mouth, hand roaming over his toned chest. “I’ll make sure to ask her next time we get lunch.”

Bruce couldn’t help himself, he dropped his head into a soft giggle against her shoulder. “Okay, no more music talk, it’s distracting.”

She moved her hips up, sending a shock of electricity through him when he felt her thigh rub along his cock.

He kissed into her neck, fighting the strong urge to leave hickies. “If I told you I brought a condom, would you think I was presumptuous?”

“If I told you I brought a condom, would you think I’m easy?”

She could feel a shit eating, teasing grin being pressed into her neck. “I don’t believe in women being easy, I believe in me being lucky.”

With her soft hand, she guided his face back to hers and she gifted him with a kiss. “Do you think you’re lucky tonight?”

He couldn’t help the feral growl that escaped him as he nipped along her neck and chest. “Sweetheart, tonight, I think I’m favored by the gods.” He rolled over and pulled the condom out of his pant pocket and slid it over his length before lining himself up at her entrance and planting a soft kiss on her brow. He touched his forehead to hers. “You want this?” Bruce spoke softly in her ear.

Kate smiled, eyes closed, and nodded, gently tracing the muscles on his back. He felt her grip on his shoulder and he entered her, wet and hot in contrast to the cool air seeping into their little haven. He pulled the blanket over both of their heads to keep the heat between them, to keep the world outside. Right now, only they mattered, only she existed, nothing else could possibly be more important than making her feel beautiful and special and… loved.

In their little tent, Kate felt safe, appreciated and adored. Bruce always had a way of taking away all her anxieties, his demeanor was always so light and relaxing but fiercely protective. She could feel him hitting deep inside her despite his movements being slow and steady. It was different than their first time together, this was less fiery, more intimate. He was all kisses: her mouth (still careful around her ever-swelling lip), her jaw, her breasts, her cheeks. As she stretched out her body and put her arms over her head, he ran his hands up her sides, over her breasts and shoulders, along her arms and finally pinning her hand above her. Bruce held her to the ground and he picked up his pace, making Kate’s toes curl as her orgasm built back up again.

“Mmmm, Bruce, baby you feel so good… so good honey”

Bruce could feel her tightening around him, he knew she was close. He kissed deep into her mouth that opened for him. She aggressively kissed back, taking his lip between her teeth. “Please baby, I need to feel you.” Kate wiggled her wrists.

Bruce complied, releasing her hands which she returned to his tan skin. When she came around him, he felt her fingernails digging into his shoulder blades, tipping him over the edge. His pace faltered as he rode out his orgasm, pressing tender kisses into her neck.

When they re-emerged from the cover of the blanket, night had completely fallen on the reservoir, the moon shone above the treeline illuminating Kate’s tan, wet body. “Keep on Lovin You” by REO Speedwagon was in full swing. They laid on the bank of the river, pulling her close just to feel each breath she takes.

There they laid, until Bruce heard the rumble of thunder. “We should probably get going, don’t want to get rained on.” No answer. He looked down to see her sleeping against his chest. 5 more minutes won’t hurt… He thought to himself, and watched her sleep for 20 minutes, until she stirred to the sound of the thunder getting closer.

“Hm?” she grumbled into his chest, despite him not saying anything.

“I said we gotta go, it looks like rain, Miss Kate.”

“Oh.” She rubbed her eyes and sat up. “Oh shit, I forgot we were naked.”

Bruce stood up and gathered her clothes that she had practically stripteased off for him, then got dressed himself.

When he opened her car door outside her house, he offered a hand as she got out, cursing himself for not bringing an umbrella as the rain came down.

“You coming inside for a drink?” She asked, hopeful.

“I don’t know if that’s-” he almost said a good idea but remember that's what he said their first morning together, and she didn’t like him talking like that. “Maybe it’s best if I don’t. I don’t want someone to see.”

Kate rolled her eyes. “It’s fine, Bruce.” She grabbed his hand “C’mon. It’s too wet to be arguing with me” and she led him back into her home. He glanced at her kitchen and smiled. This is where he found her making him breakfast, where they had their first real conversation, and of course, their first kiss.

He stood in the foyer, shaking off the rain from his flannel jacket as he watched her grab a few towels from the bathroom and returned drying her hair, tossing another at him. He knew damn well his hair was going to look ridiculous when it dried, all frizz and curl with no product to control it.

“Hello Kate. Bruce.”

Kate gasped and quickly found Bruce’s side as her dad emerged from the other room. “Dad…”

Bruce took her hand, stepping in front of her instinctively.

Rich strolled in casually; way too calm for a man renowned for his temper. “I knew something was going on, I just didn’t think it would be with you.” He turned to Bruce incredulously as he took a step toward them.

Kate stayed frozen in place, watching his every move, assessing the situation. “Dad, nothing happened-”

“Stop!” He yelled. There it was. “Don’t lie to me. It’s bad enough you do this, but did you have to do it under my roof?”

Kate attempted to step away from Bruce, not wanting him caught up in the fury she knew was building, but he stopped her “Bruce, let me handle this, I can calm him” she whispered. It wasn’t entirely a lie. She knew how to calm him down and talk her way out of things as well as anyone could with her dad. She needed to look like she had nothing to hide. “Bruce and I have been hanging out, but he came in here because being alone makes me nervous. He was just going to make sure the house was safe and-”

“Fucking” His fist drew back. “WHORE!” Before Bruce or Kate could react, Kate’s nose was bursting with blood and she fell to the floor.

Bruce jumped into action, grabbing Rich’s pretentiously expensive shirt, and planting a firm punch on his face. Kate watched in a blur, she couldn’t quite keep track of who did what as she sat on the floor and held her nose, crying. Part of her wanted Bruce to stop, but the bad, angry, part of her wanted her dad to suffer. Bruce clearly had the upper hand; her dad was used to fighting women and kids, mostly her and her mom. Most men didn’t dare. Not because he was strong, but because money was power.

Rich threw Bruce into a side table, breaking a vase that was probably worth a year of Bruce’s pay. This ended up in Bruce’s advantage, for as soon as Rich was on top of him Bruce maneuvered the two of them so Bruce stradled Rich, holding him down as he landed punch after punch. He wanted them even, he wanted him to hurt for every time he dared to touch Kate, her mom, or any woman who was unlucky enough to cross his path. He wanted the universe to be even, he wanted Rich to take the revenge for his own dad, and every man who needed to hurt the vulnerable to feel strong.

“Bruce.” A soft whimper broke him out of the trance his white hot rage put him in. Coming to his senses, he went over to Kate who was still on the floor, blood covering her nose.

“Hey,” He soothed, taking her bloody hand. “Hey it’s gonna be okay” He heard Rich groan in the other room, and stood up to turn around in case he wanted round two. “Miss Kate, go pack a bag. We’re leaving.” She didn’t even question him, just scurried off to her room.

Rich stood up unsteadily.

Bruce eyed him carefully. “You wanna go again? Cuz I can do this all night”

“Yeah.” He chuckled, walking to the mini bar “I bet you could. Drink?”

Bruce didn’t respond.

“I’ll take that as a no. See, I really should’ve seen this coming. Girl’s like her, they don’t listen. They think they know best. I’m sure she probably tells you how mean I am, but really, someone needs to keep her in line”

“Careful…” Bruce warned.

“Girls like her like to think they're rebellious, that she’s different. But she’s not. She was always going to run off with some good ‘ole boy, you or someone else. Who it was really doesn’t matter. Just some handsome, muscular, farmhand type. Then, after a little while, she’ll get tired of it. She’ll get tired of dirty houses and you smelling like grease and the light bills not getting paid.”

“Maybe.” Bruce spoke slowly. “But that’s gonna be her choice, not yours.”

Rich took a drink and cocked his head at him. “Is that what it’s about for you? You like that she chose you? You like that she chose you above all this?” He gestured vaguely to his extensive home. “Well that’s not what's happening. She’s not choosing you, she’s choosing excitement. She’s choosing a rush, an adventure, a little bit of make believe and playing house for a month or two. You can’t give a girl like that choices, because pretty soon she won’t choose you.” He looked like he was considering his next words carefully. “Of course, if she ever decides she doesn’t want you, you can always make that choice for her.” and he winked. He fucking winked.

The rage was back, blinding and all consuming. He would never, ever, treat a lady like that, any lady, but more importantly, the thought that Rich would imply such a thing about his daughter made him see only red. He didn’t remember how he got there, he just remembers Rich’s glass shattering on the floor as he toppled him, arm against his throat and he returned to beating the shit out of the asshole.

“Bruce! Stop!”

He froze, mid punch, and looked at the bloodied old man on the floor.

Rich took the opportunity and landed a punch on his eye, but Bruce rolled off, deciding he was done with him.

Kate ran to his side, crouched down beside him and he instinctively put an arm around her, pulling her away from her dad. “You ready, Miss Kate?” he said through baited, pained breaths.

“Yeah.” Kate looked at her dad, crumpled on the floor. She briefly felt bad, but then she saw the blood on her clothes and Bruce holding his eye, and she was glad. “Tell mom I love her, please?”

“No.” Rich said firmly.

Bruce scoffed. “Asshole. Let’s go, Sweetheart.”

When they stepped outside, Bruce took Kate’s two bags and wrapped his flannel over her in some pathetic protection against the downpour. On the drive, he thought of the first time they made love.

“No one’s gonna hurt you again” He had promised.

“You can’t guarantee something like that…”

She was right. He had hurt her twice in one day this time. But god damn, if he wasn’t going to do his best to shield her from everything else he could.

Kate sat, shaking, in the passenger seat. She wasn’t sure if it was from the cold or from shock or both. Maybe anger? Yeah, probably some anger. She had caught the tail end of what her dad said to Bruce, the part that made Bruce lunge at him again. She had wanted to watch him keep going, there was a sick enjoyment she found in it… but she knew she needed to end it. Seeing him so protective was, for lack of a better word, a turn on. She wanted him so badly now. She wanted to give him the best blowjob of his life to thank him… but she also knew he wasn’t going to touch her again tonight, not after all that happened. The night at the bar, she had wanted him so badly, she was eager and willing, but to Bruce, she wasn’t fair game. He said he didn’t feel right fucking a drunk girl (okay, he hadn’t said ‘fucking’). She had yet to encounter a man other than him that would turn her down because she was too drunk, especially when she was pawing at them the way she was at Bruce. But Bruce was different. Bruce was attentive, intuitive, and thoughtful. He put her before his own needs and desires. A rare quality. And even right now, he was… wait, what exactly was he doing?

“Bruce, honey, where are we going?” She was so tired.

“Home” Bruce answered definitively.

Whatever Stevie and Clarence were expecting when they heard stumbling on their porch, it wasn’t this. They were sitting around the kitchen table listening to the radio. They had, infact, heard Bruce’s dedication to Kate earlier that night, but they figured it had to be another Bruce. When Bruce was seeing a gal, they usually met her briefly on the couples way to his bedroom. They didn’t know a Kate, so neither even thought twice. When they heard stumbling outside, Stevie stood up to see what was happening, grabbing the baseball bat they kept by the door just in case. When he opened the door, him and Clarence couldn’t help but stare. There was their boy, with a pretty girl in his arms, nothing out of the ordinary there. Ladies loved that little fucker.

But he looked like he had been in a fight, hair tousled, a black eye and a few bruises forming on his handsome face. And of course, the girl in question was Miss Kate. Stevie and Clarence glanced at each other. Ohhh. THAT Kate. They stepped aside to let the couple in from the rain. She did not hardly look like herself. Her hair was down, wet, and scraggly. She had a fat lip and her nose looked broken, her clothes covered in blood and some was still on her face and neck. Bruce’s flannel was draped over her shoulders. It looked like Bruce had come home with a rescued, helpless puppy, eyes like a child begging ‘please mom can I keep it?’

“Hey guys.” He spoke finally. Gone was his cheery, calm demeanor. He was dead serious.

“Bruce.” Stevie greeted.

“This uh, this is Kate.” He said, as if they weren’t acutely aware of who she is. “She um.. She needs to stay here for a while…”

The guys looked at her. They weren’t monsters. Something bad obviously happened. She looked like a wreck.

“Yeah” Clarence spoke first. “Yeah of course. Can I get you a beer?” He didn’t exactly know what to say, but he wanted to offer her something.

“No, thank you” She spoke as quiet as a mouse. The Kate he knew (if you call it knowing) was calm, collected, and confident. This girl was broken and disheveled.

“Stevie?” Bruce checked with his friend.

“No problem, always nice to have company” He gave a smile to the girl.

“Thanks guys. I’m gonna get her settled, I’ll talk to you in a bit, okay?”

They nodded. Bruce ushered Kate to his room, kicking himself for not cleaning the room, and the whole house, better. In his defense, he couldn’t have foreseen all this happening. He showed her around and got her into the shower so she could clean off the blood, sex and river from her body.

Bruce walked into the kitchen, the guys were silent. “I’m sorry guys, I know you don’t really want another roommate-”

“Is she okay?” Stevie asked.

“She will be. Her dad…”

“We heard how he is…”

“Yeah” Bruce sighed, and started rubbing his face, but winced.

Clarence stood up. “Sit” Bruce did as told as Clarence got the ice pack and handed it to Bruce. “What happened?”

“Her dad caught us when we came to her house… He hit her.”

“And you.” Clarence was leaning against the fridge.

Bruce chuckled. “Yea, me a few times. But I promise you, I fucked him up good” He smirked.

Stevie smiled back “That’s my boy.”

Bruce glanced at the bathroom where he heard the water start. He hoped her nose didn’t need medical attention. He wasn’t sure how any of this was going to work, he knew she was going to need to adjust to living on much less means… Maybe her dad was right, maybe she would get tired of him. Maybe when she graduates and starts working, when she doesn’t need him anymore, maybe she’ll leave him. Who knows. But for now, for tonight, she was going to be safe in his bed, and he would do everything in his power to keep her safe.

Special thanks to @springsteenvevo for encouraging me to write more!!!

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