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❝Ouch!❞ jj maybank hissed as he shot you a dirty look. you moved closer in his lap and continued to gingerly dab the damp rag in your hand at his busted lip wordlessly. as you worked to clean the wound, jj stared up at you. ❝you have pretty eyes. never noticed before.❞ - this had you squirming in his lap just slightly as your breath caught in your throat and you dropped the rag. ❝i make you nervous, darlin?❞ he asked after the air between you got so thick he couldn't take it anymore.

❝n-nope.❞ you answer, determined not to fall victim to the charm of the island ladies man. he barely spared you a second glance as far as you knew so it'd surprised you when he got into a brawl with one of the kooks after they'd grabbed your ass when you made your way past their table to clear the ones in your section. ❝why'd you do it?❞ you question after a long pause.

jj coughs. takes a shaky breath and he stares up at you, baby blues darkening by the second as he weighs his next words carefully. words aren't coming and this is foreign territory for the blond.

❝i didn't like th' way he kept touchin you, darlin.❞ jj answered. he reaches out and grabs hold of your jaw to make you look at him, ❝i could tell he was scarin' you and maybe i wanted to protect you.❞

you are wordless, frozen in place. staring at him. but jj, oh my god, jj he's ever the opportunist so he seizes this exact moment to lean into you, a larger and rough hand settling on your hip to squeeze as he rakes you completely against his body and pulls your mouth down against his own..

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❝hey baby girl! you look lost. maybe I should escort you back to the north side.❞

you roll your eyes as soon as you hear what the ghoulie is saying to you and you fume. if not for sweetpea and the stupid school project, you think to yourself, i wouldn't even be over on the south side past midnight. as the footsteps pick up behind you and the ghoulie continues to call out to you and try to get you to stop, you pick up your own pace.

sweetpea picks up his pace to match your own. when he heard what the ghoulies were planning after you left the wyrm, he rushed out the back way and he thought he'd catch up to you, maybe walk you home. just as you're about to turn the corner up the block, he closes the gap between you and a massive ring adorned hand clamps down on your shoulder, bringing you to a full stop.

❝get your fucking hands offa me!❞ you yell as you spin around fast, this catapulting you right into the towering mass that is sweetpea. you stare up at him for a few seconds, puzzled by his sudden appearance because when you left him at the wyrm, he was about to start a game of pool with that guy, fangs. your nose wrinkles. ❝you? what do you want, hm?❞ you question, your hand settled on your right hip as you tap your foot and your eyes dart around, just to be on the safe side.

❝Easy, princess.❞ sweetpea raises both hands as if to surrender and for the third time that night, eyes as dark as the night sky rake over your body. he steps closer, the front of your body bumping against the front of his softly. ❝you kiss your mother with that mouth, princess?❞ he teases; he's being a shit and he knows it. you roll your eyes and hold up your middle finger at him. ❝i thought you were that ghoulie asshole.❞ you mutter after seconds that seem to stretch on and on, forever.

sweetpea clenches his fists when you mention that one of the ghoulies was already harrassing you. you're the one who just had t' work with her, man. it's your fault she's even over on this side of the tracks to start with. - the thought comes and sweetpea raises his free hand - the one not resting on your hip at the moment, and rubs his face. ❝i'm walkin you home. fangs was right. i never shoulda let you leave by yourself.❞

and it's not a question, it's not an offer. it's a command. spoken in the firmest tone as sweetpeas' eyes dance over your little body and the way you've done it again, migrated closer to him. no matter how much you live to make his life hell, you're always close. too close. touching him with your smaller hands, your perfume making his mouth water, the flush in your cheeks and the flare of your nostrils when he's taken things too far and made you angry getting him all hot and bothered.

he's a little surprised when you meet his demand with no resistance, only a tired sigh and a grumbled obscenity under your breath as the two of you begin to trudge towards the grassy knoll that separates his side of the tracks from yours.

but the silence is too much. it's thick and heavy, it's enough to strangle you both. as you draw to a stop at the flickering streetlamp across the street from your house, you nod your head towards the house as you gaze up at the massive south sider.

❝well, this is it.❞ you mumble, uggs shuffling against concrete as you linger, hesitant to get in out of the cold. you're dying to ask him why he insisted you partner with him earlier in class but deep down you realize that asking will be you, opening pandora's box.

and maybe it's just better this way. maybe if you don't ask you can safely keep fighting the sparks you felt earlier tonight at the wyrm, sitting side to side with him in a back booth at the wyrm.

sweetpea starts to walk away, assuming you've gone inside after watching you walk up the concrete walkway that leads up your sloping front lawn to your porch. so this time, he's the one surprised when he's turned around. shoved up against the trunk of the nearest tree that lines the street as you mold yourself against him and raise to tiptoe, just barely grazing warm,soft lips against his in a chaste kiss as your hand lingers against his cheek. as you seem to come to your senses and pull away, sweetpea blinks, dazed.

before he can ask you why the hell you kissed him, you've bolted up your walkway and through the front door to your house, door banging shut behind you and the sound echoing off the night air.

he stands there to collect himself for a second or two and then he starts to make his way back over to the south side... more confused than ever now, no thanks to your little kiss.

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❝ I can feel your heart racing. ❞ - his breath is hot against your ear and a shiver races through you as you melt into him and look up. ❝ Don't flatter yourself, Harrington. ❞ you tease as you playfully swat his arm. he chuckles; strong hands skim your sides as he pulls you even closer, smugness making brown eyes dance. and you think to yourself that it's nice to see 'king steve' returning, you haven't seen him smug -or smiling, about anything in a long time. He leans down into you again, velvet lips against hot skin and this time he whispers ❝ I think we both know I'm definitely not flattering myself right now, sweetheart. ❞

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the sound of black sabbath's sweet leaf being played badly out of tune and sang horribly off key is precisely how eddie munson wound up leaned in the door of the north wing art class when he should've been making his way out of the building to meet up with reefer rick instead.

he watches you quietly for a minute or two, snickering to himself as he shakes his head before speaking up to announce his presence.

❝ you're doin it all wrong, doll... and you're outta tune.❞ the sudden appearance of eddie munson prompted you to jump slightly, gazing up at him through a curtain of hair as you smirked. ❝ yeah? that so? ❞

eddie steps completely into the classroom and makes his way over to you, lanky body flopping down onto a beanbag chair that mr. daniels kept in the back for ambience. once he's settled into the beanbag chair, he nods to the black guitar in your hands. you'd been trying to learn how to play for weeks now, you thought it'd be the perfect way to annoy your snobby parents, as if you didn't enough already by merely existing. but you were too stubborn to ask anyone to properly teach you, therefore, you weren't making much progress. ❝ do you even know what y' doin', doll? y' don't even have your fingers in th' right spots.❞

❝ i know what i'm doing, sheesh. do i really look like an amateur, munson? ❞ this met with snickering on eddie's end as he gave you a smirk and moved his hand back and forth, ❝ well yeah, kinda.❞ he answered when he finally stopped laughing and he could breathe again. he sits up and pats his lap. you gaze at him and your eyes drop to his lap as you swallow hard. ❝ i don't bite, princess. ❞ he coaxes as he pats his thigh with a ring-adorned hand. ❝ c'mere. i'll show y' how to play... unless you're scared? ❞ and he's got this shit-eating grin as he makes the remark that only prompts you to smirk right back. ❝ alright munson ❞ you intone, ❝does this look like i'm scared to you? Hm?❞

❝ what's a princess like you wanna learn how t' play guitar for anyway? ❞ he asks, barely holding back a grunt as you wiggle around in his lap and pull your guitar into your own lap. you laugh softly. ❝ it seemed like a good idea at the time. plus ❞ you dig around until you find your purple pick,❝ it'll piss off my parents. that's always fun, right? ❞

eddie chuckled. his arms encircled you as he leaned in and moved your hands to the appropriate places on the neck of the guitar. his breath tickled your ear and in a teasing whisper, he mumbles against it.

❝ you wanna piss off your parents, hm? y'know... i might be able t' help with that. ❞

you're trying to pull yourself together as you lock eyes with him over your shoulder. you swallow hard, the lump in your throat just won't go down. but you smirk, doing your best to stay calm. to seem as if you're totally unbothered and not currently a drippy mess. ❝ oh yeah? what's in it for you, munson? ❞ you question, squirming in his lap just a little more as you feel muscular thighs flex beneath your bottom and the way he's starting to get hard through his jeans.

eddie chuckles. ❝ you. ❞

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❝ tell me you're mine.❞ one of his hands captured both of yours above your head as he stepped up to you, towering over. he bent his head, his forehead bumped against your own lightly as he rutted himself into you with little to no regard to the fact that currently, the two of you were not in a private setting. you could smell the liquor on his breath as he bent down, voice all low and husky right next to your ear to repeat himself, firmer. ❝ tell me you're mine.❞

❝ a-all yours baby..❞ you stammer as his free hand dips down between your bodies, squeezing your hot sex. he chuckles quietly and his mouth clamps against your skin; lips latched on because he'd seen that pogue try to come up on you and rafe cameron wanted it known..

you belonged to him and him alone.

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